#tokrev drabbles

[rizsu]

sick with you haitani ran & rindou.

sum. new side quest unlocked: babysitting your sick boyfriend bc he got too cocky in a brawl. bonten tl ( in my head )

ran lays his head on your shoulders, whimpering at the feeling. his body's hot, he feels like he's going to explode. unable to keep it in any longer, he drags out your name in raspy whisper.

ran is sick. sick and bedridden due to spraining a muscle. as dangerous as he is now, he's never gotten rid of the peculiar habit of trying to appear fancy. as the causes and effects take its course, one lead to another and ran's back to being nursed by you.

is ran annoying? by default.

does it get worse depending on his mood? absolutely.

combine a regular ran with a sick ran and you get the personality of a five-year-old: fussy, hungry, lazy, sleepy and wants undivided attention. when ran is sick it leads to him being clingy. he wants your touch — whether it's by holding hands or trapping you under his limbs.

"okay, can i pleaseee move? pretty please? cherry on top?" begging for your freedom, you wiggle around but not enough to trigger his headache.

digging his head deeper into the junction of your neck-to-shoulder, he mutters a "no," squeezing your waist tighter.

the position, for him, is heavenly comfort. laid atop you, under the soft duvets. his body's stationed between your legs with one of it resting on his back. his hair's tousled, strands of lavender and black scattered across his face and your chest. if you were to be honest, he looks pretty. domestic times like this drag you away from the violent ways of your boyfriend outside the house. well, you would admit it if it wasn't for his body sinking you down the mattress. seriously, you can't breathe. as much as you adore him you're not dying like this.

"ran, sweetie, please get off me."

"don't want to."

"alright." you accepted defeat.

nothing could've prepared you for the absolute battle that came with a sick and irritated rindou. ever since the sun snuck behind the clouds he's been coughing for his life like a sick victorian child. he does not need your pestering ringing his ears. he loves you a lot but you need to put that seaweed soup down.

upon seeing your menacing figure at the door, rindou immediately hides his face under a pillow. he knows what you are — what you're here for. you won't win against him nor will you get past his barriers especially if it's the soup in your hands.

"rin, i brought some painkillers, water and an energy drink."

mission failed tremendously. barriers have been broken beyond repair. the intruder has won.

peeking at you, his hand reaches out for yours. "gimme the energy drink, please."

"sit up first," you urged him, sitting at the edge of the bed. "and you're going to have some water first."

groaning, rindou sits up and slouches. he shifts his body's weight on one side to lean onto you. he slides one hand under your shirt, mindlessly caressing your stomach. it doesn't take long before another wave of pain hits him like a tsunami. immediately, he cowers.

"hurts a lot," rindou groans.

"i know, baby," you spoke softly, squeezing his thigh in a controlled rhythm. "you have to take the painkiller for help."

rindou succumbs to the pain. being rendered unable to disagree, he can only nod once as a reply.

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[suashii]

— 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁 ౨ৎ

haitani rindou x reader. 2.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ mentions of alcohol ﾉ explicit language ﾉ suggestive ending

something’s off.

rindou has been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tell—something’s off. there’s no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth is absent from his hold. he can’t smell your shampoo, can’t feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot is empty and cold. you’re gone.

he shoots up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sends a piercing throb through his skull.

“ah, fucking hell,” he swears, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezes his eyes shut and snarls at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that strikes his cranium is heavy and loud as if they are beats of a drum. why is his head throbbing?

“are you okay?”

soles of slippers drag against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it’s loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persists but hearing your voice gives him a different sense of relief.

“where’d you go?” he ignores your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou drags his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.

“the store,” you wave the plastic bag out in front of you as you make your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you take a seat on the mattress at rindou’s feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you are sitting cross-legged. “had to pick up a few things.”

“i told you that i don’t like you leaving without telling me.”

his statement comes off as possessive and overbearing, but you know that it’s far from it—in fact, you consider it to be the opposite. though it may not seem like it to outsiders, rindou’s insistence on knowing where you are at all times stems from a place of love; it’s his way of protecting you. your known association with rindou makes you a target for enemies of bonten—and they have plenty. he worries for your safety and in an attempt to not bombard you with security details, rindou’s one ask is that you keep him informed on where you travel without him.

“would you rather i have woken you up?” you ask, picking out the items from the bag and setting them beside you. you hadn’t planned on going to the store but it was clear that you needed to pick up a few things, all of which were for rindou. pain relievers, a green smoothie, and honey graham crackers because you know he prefers them over the saltine ones.

“yes, actually.” he runs a hand over his forehead to brush all of the hair pasted there away.

you smile at his bluntness. in the time you’ve been with rindou, you’ve grown familiar with his direct way of speaking; you’d even go as far as to say that you enjoy it. you never have to wonder what’s on his mind when he speaks so freely.

your nimble fingers work at opening the cardboard box housing the crackers. you grab a sleeve, tear the plastic, and carefully pull out one of the brown rectangles. you hold it out to rindou as a form of apology. “i’m sorry. i just thought you could use all the sleep you could get after last night.”

“about that,” he says, accepting the snack from your hand. he takes a bite from the corner. crumbs fall from his mouth down to the sheet covering his legs but he can’t be bothered to clean up the mess. “what exactly did i get into?”

rindou is having a hard time recollecting the events of the previous night. if you asked him how he spent the rest of his day after work, he wouldn’t be able to tell you much. one thing he is sure of, though, is that he and most of the executives of bonten went out to celebrate a successful arms deal. everything after that is fuzzy.

“mm,” you hum, stealing one of the crackers to take for yourself. you mimic his actions, biting a small piece off from the corner and chewing thoughtfully. “i’m not too sure. ran called me saying that you were drunk off your ass and kept asking for me. so i went and picked you up from the bar.”

he swallows thickly, your words sparking recognition within him. most of it is still unclear, but rindou can piece together a vague picture.

“c'mon, rindou, don’t be a pussy.” sanzu sang from across the man while holding out another shot.

he ignored the glass, opting to flick his pink-haired associate off instead.

“what’s the matter? you lost your touch or something?” koko spoke up from beside him, throwing back a shot of his own. a grin pulled at his lips as he narrowly eyed rindou.

rindou scoffed, practically snatching the drink from sanzu and taking it down in one motion. he turned to koko with a smirk of his own. “fuck you.”

the seemingly never-ending drinks continued to pile on for the remainder of the night. rindou prides himself on having a heavy tolerance, and he does for the most part, but as memories of him calling out for you flooded his brain, it was clear that he had overdone it. not once before last night could he recall a time when he’d gotten so drunk that he was virtually begging to see you.

your lips curl upward at his silence. it’s not often that you find yourself in a position where you hold something over his head. after the events of last night and his uncharacteristic behavior, it would be a waste not to poke some fun at him.

“y'know,” you start, reaching for the pack of hangover relief pills. “i could barely drive home because you kept trying to climb over the console.”

a smirk lingers on your lips as you tear open the small package and shake the medicine out into your hand. you hum and point to rindou’s closed fist resting on his thigh. he catches on quickly, turning his hand over to receive your offer. the tablets drop from your fingers into his open palm.

“i didn’t do that.” rindou denies, tossing the pills into his mouth and promptly swallowing. his throat is parched and he wants to blame it on the fact that he had just taken pills without water but in reality, it’s because the information resurfacing is difficult for him to believe.

“okay, maybe that was an exaggeration,” you laugh. his adamant rejection of your claim only makes you want to tease him even more. “but you’re totally a clingy drunk.”

lilac eyebrows furrow as rindou thinks back to the ride home from the bar.

“rin, cut it out or i’ll crash the car.” you quickly slapped his wandering hand away before returning yours to the steering wheel.

a loud, whiney groan filled the otherwise silence of the car. “why don’t you want to hold my hand?” you glanced over to see rindou’s head rolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat. his eyes were squeezed shut but it was clear that he was frowning at your refusal of affection.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle. was this the same stoic man you had come to know? it looked like a shot too much was all it took to turn him into a nearly unrecognizable and touchy variant of your boyfriend. “i do, but we have to do it when we get home. i have to drive now.”

rindou turned to you with narrowed eyes but there was an uncontrollable grin of excitement tugging at his lips. “promise?” he asked.

you nodded. “i swear.”

as if it weren’t bad enough that you reminded him of that awkward conversation, rindou is beginning to piece together the moments afterward, specifically, when you pulled into the parking garage. if he looked down at his hand, he’s sure he’d be able to feel the ironclad grip he had on you as soon as you two got out of the car. the thought sends a shiver down his spine.

“i am not clingy.” he shakes his head, partly to disagree with your words but also to rid himself of the embarrassing memories.

“hmm, maybe not.” you play along although you have a clear recollection of last night. you figure that his denial must stem from a place of pride because if he had been in your shoes, if the roles were reversed, you're positive that he’d be pestering you about how handsy you had been.

“you’re pretty dependent, though,” you continue. there’s one more interaction you’re itching to bring up. “i’d even go as far as saying needy.”

rindou falls back to lie on his pillow. he has a feeling your statement only means more humiliation for him. despite that, he can’t ignore the tiny bit of curiosity that’s nagging at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

a knowing smile creeps its way onto your lips as you crawl to sit beside him. amethyst eyes meet yours, the brows above them raising in question. “you don’t remember me having to brush your teeth?”

“open,” you instructed rindou, poking his cheek with your index finger. he sat on the lid of the toilet, head lolling from side to side.

your simple direction went in one ear and out the other as rindou ignored your request. instead, he puckered his lips and leaned forward.

“we can do that later,” you assured him, gently pushing him back into his former position. “say ah.” you opened your mouth hoping that he would follow your example.

thankfully, he mimed your actions this time around. tipping his chin up, you began to brush his teeth. the process went smoother than the prep and the man stayed still as you cleaned each of his teeth.

“c'mon, time to spit.”

you helped him up from his seat and led him to the sink. too busy turning on the faucet, you didn’t notice rindou quickly approaching. his lips pressed to the side of your face in an open-mouthed kiss.

“rindou!” you pulled away, snatching the nearest towel to wipe the foam he left behind on your cheek and the corner of your mouth. he’s going to be the death of me, you thought as you tossed the towel into the hamper. you spun on your heel to face your drunk mess of a boyfriend. “i said later.”

“it was later.” his words came out jumbled due to the toothpaste lingering in his mouth. the froth was starting to drip down to his chin.

you sighed. “just rinse, please.”

rindou covers his face with his palms. his cheeks are burning hot; they must be visibly red. he would have been better off remaining clueless about the previous night’s activities.

“i’m never drinking again,” he said through a groan.

“aw, i thought it was cute.” you pull his hands away and flash him a smile. his rapidly beating heart calms at the sight. “but you should probably set a limit for next time. you’re kind of a handful.”

he huffs out a laugh. based on everything he pieced together and your first-hand account, “handful” is an understatement. he didn’t think it was possible for him to act in such a way but it seems that even the inconceivable was achievable.

you pat rindou’s shoulder. “you go shower while i make breakfast. unless you think you’ll need my help in there, too.” you jokingly wiggle your eyebrows.

he smirks. “are you offering?”

“god, you’re shameless.” your hand comes down to playfully smack his bare chest. you jerk your head in the direction of the bathroom. “go.”

you make a move to get off the bed and start toward the kitchen, but rindou catches your hand before you can leave. you look at your joined hands and then to him. a glint of mischief passes through his wisteria eyes. “are you really going to make your clingy, needy, handful of a boyfriend shower all alone?”

the flustered rindou who might as well have been wishing the earth would swallow him whole only minutes ago is nowhere in sight. as cute as that unexpectedly soft and affectionate version of your boyfriend was, you’d be lying if you said you preferred it over the side you’d grown accustomed to.

“fine.” you click your tongue. a beat of silence passes before you accusingly point your finger at him. “but i’m not doing all the work like last night.”

rindou drops your hand, opting to hold your cheek instead. “of course you aren’t. i’m going to make it up to you.”

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[mitsuyeaah]

after party.

— shuji hanma x f! reader

cw: rock star!hanma, nsfw (mdni), smut, car sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (two), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby), typical hanma behaviour

a/n: no explanation needed. just indulge in mitsu’s hanma thoughts.

“ah, of course, i couldn’t have done this without m’one and only. care to come up here, doll?” shuji panted into the mic. he had just finished his last song for the night and was doing a short closing speech. it’s only been a few months since he revealed that he was in a relationship with you, but you two had been together for two years now.

your jaw almost dropped to the floor as he said that, heart racing as the crowd screamed in excitement. you didn’t know if it was from excitement or anger if you were being honest, there were just too many people there. well, what could you say? your boyfriend was that big of a star. the charisma he had on stage was impeccable, easily capturing the hearts of many many fans that would kill to be in your position.

making your way past the security and up the stairs, shuji escorted you across the stage while holding your hand. the lights that beamed onto the stage were absolutely blinding, and you had to squint a bit to get used to it. it made everything else disappear, like it was just you and shuji there on the stage and no one else, despite the roaring of the crowd.

there was nothing behind him but the glare of the white light. his singular gold drop earring swaying and sparkling with every movement. the guitar strapped across his back now lay on the floor of the stage. confused, you were about to ask him what he was doing.

as soon as the two of you were in the middle of the spotlight, shuji did not hesitate to pull you into a kiss. a passionate one at that—one that should be reserved from the prying eyes of the fans and media. his hand was buried into your hair as he eagerly moved his lips against your own, head angled to the side so he could press his face further into you.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, the screaming of the fans muffled into nothingness as you focused on your boyfriend in front of you. his other hand rested on your hip, sensuously rubbing circles over your clothes as he darted his tongue out to lap at your own.

you knew why shuji was doing this. when his fans received the news that he was no longer in the market, many of them were angered and sent unnecessary hate towards you. it was immature to say the least. who were they to dictate one’s relationship? shuji did this to let everyone know that the love between the two of you wasn’t just a spark, it was burning. and it wasn’t going to die down any time soon.

you moaned into the kiss and tightly gripped at the collar of his onxy leather jacket. at this point, you didn’t care if there were hundreds and thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed this. you just wanted shuji. the two of you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his while you stared into his amber eyes.

“now, everyone knows you’re mine and i’m yours, doll. just focus on me and no one else.” shuji whispered loud enough for you to hear.

but just like everything, the tender moment you two shared immediately came to an end when you felt something soft hit your backside.

your eyes widened as you turned around and saw a pair of red lacy bra sitting just right next to your feet. shuji laughed hysterically behind you and reached for the undergarment, “mmm, red. my favourite colour, right doll?” he spoke into the mic; he hooked one of the straps around his finger to dangle it in front of your face, a smug grin plastered on his own.

you knew shuji was playing around with you, teasing you but you didn’t find it funny. you really didn’t mind fans occasionally throwing their bras on the stage when your boyfriend performed—yes, at first it bothered you but you grew accustomed to it. it wasn’t like shuji kept them anyway.

but it was a different conversation if fans threw it on you instead. it was more of a threat. especially after the amount of backlash you and shuji had gotten after revealing your relationship to the media. some fans were disappointed but a fair share were also very supportive which warmed your heart.

shuji saw the familiar look on your face. you were displeased. he cleared his throat into the mic and quickly bid the crowd good night before ushering the two of you backstage. you walked a few steps ahead of your boyfriend; you weren’t fuming, just annoyed that he did that. he easily caught up to you with how long his legs were and draped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, his leather jacket long gone as soon as the two of you entered his dressing room.

god, how was he able to arouse you and annoy you in a span of just a few minutes?

“you look annoyed.” he mused. you groaned and pushed his heavy arm from your shoulders, “you’re sweaty. and no shit, i didn’t ask to get a bra thrown at me.” shuji chuckled as you sat on the couch of his dressing room, crossing your legs and arms as you slightly glared at him. “why did you even dangle it in front of my face..” another chuckle slipped past shuji’s lips as you let out a huff.

“doll, stop acting like you’ve never felt my sweaty body against yours, and i was just teasin’ ya.” he kneeled in front of you. his index finger and thumb gripping your chin to turn your head to his. you held his citrine gaze for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at him and shaking his fingers from your face.

shuji clicked his tongue and stood up but before he could say anything, the door suddenly opened, it was shuji’s manager. “we’re having an after party to celebrate the success of your concert. you will be there, right? your friends are attending too.”

shuji let out a hum, he stared at your stoic expression for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, i’ll pass up on that. my doll and i are going to have a party ourselves.” your brows shot up, shuji was never the one to turn down an invitation, especially an after party. a wild one. his manager groaned, “but it’s for you! and we can’t have a party without the star..”

“oh c’mon, i’m sure y’all can live through it. make something up, i don’t know. i’m going to spend this night with my baby.”

you tried your best to keep your stoic expression up by rolling your eyes at him again and pretending like you didn’t care but in all honesty, you were squealing on the inside. you didn’t expect shuji to bail on the party and spend the rest of his night with you only.

the two of you were inside his van, patiently waiting for his chauffeur to take the two of you back home to his high rise apartment.

“are you still upset about that whole ordeal earlier?” shuji turned to face you from his seat, his eye scanning your side profile as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. your notifications were blowing up thanks to your friends sending you articles and pictures of that little stunt shuji pulled earlier. he definitely knew how to make a headline.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you feel like that..” he extended an arm over to you and placed his slender hand on your thighs when you didn’t reply, squeezing at your exposed supple flesh.

you bit back a small moan as you felt his hand curve inward to rub along your inner thigh, gradually inching higher and higher until his hand disappeared under your skirt and dangerously near the apex of your legs. you let out a small sigh as shuji rubbed the side of his pink against your clothed panties, “shuji..”

“hmm? what’s wrong, doll?”

you cursed underneath your breath as he put more pressure, this time directly on your clit which caused your cheeks to warm. your hips instinctively bucked up at his hand, you wanted more. “fuck, i want you.” you let go of the stoic mask that you’ve been trying to hold on to and finally held shuji’s gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

his free hand patted his thigh, one brow raised at you. of course you knew what that meant.

you eagerly climbed onto his lap with your back pressed against his clothed chest. shuji rested his chin on your shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your waist. “is my girl sulky? guess i have to show her that i belong to her and her only, huh?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. goosebumps formed as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot.

“my god, just fuck me already..” you let out an impatient huff as you rested your head on his shoulder to give shuji more access. he gave you a low chuckle that sent vibrations down your neck before his hands swiftly slipped under your skirt and practically tore your panties apart, earning a loud gasp from you.

shuji tapped on your thigh and you lifted yourself up a bit so he could pull his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out from its restraints. “hmm? so wet f’me already..” his citrine eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your wet folds—lips parted and head thrown back against the headrest.

one hand firmly held your hip to guide you down his cock. you could feel his grip tighten as you sank down, shuji let out a loud shameless groan as your tight walls hugged him just right. fuck, you were so perfect for him. your body slumped against his as he bottomed out with his balls touching your folds.

it wasn’t your first time having sex with shuji but fuck, he was so long that you always needed a few seconds before proceeding, and due your position, his tip was already deliciously kissing that sweet spot inside you. you practically had to reach back and stop him from moving around because you swore you could almost cum right then and there.

“fuuuck, you’re so deep.” “good thing you like it deep, don’t you, doll?”

before you could snicker at his response, shuji held your hips in place and started thrusting his hips up without warning. “a-ah, fuck! shuji—ngh! baby, slow down!” with how powerful his thrust were, you were one hundred percent sure that the van was visibly shaking, and people in the parking lot wouldn’t have to guess much with what activity was happening inside.

the sound of squelching and skin slapping bounced around the walls of the van. the cool air inside the vehicle immediately turning hot, heavy and damp, causing the windows to quickly fog up.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you cupped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, squeezing them to increase the pleasure you felt.

“tsk, you dirty girl.. my cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” shuji’s voice trembled with pleasure. he removed both his hands from your hips and circled them at the back of your knees so that both legs were hooked on his arm. your legs were in the air now, his arms pressing them further into your chest to expose your wet cunt.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the position as shuji’s cock reached a whole new level of deepness. you were trapped in his hold and there was nothing you could do but sit there and take the entirety of his cock and his relentless thrusts. “ah! ah! ngh—ah! s-shuji!” your moans increased in volume and pitch, causing your boyfriend to click his tongue at your loudness.

he adjusted his torso to snake his right hand further upwards, shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to silence you. it was such a sight to see. shuji’s slender fingers that donned gold rings shoved into your mouth; his cock deliciously pounding in and out while your legs hung in the air, held by his arms.

you moaned around his fingers, occasionally licking and sucking on it like it was his cock. shuji breathlessly cursed under his breath as he felt your tongue swirling around his slender digits. “fuck, doll. taking me so fucking well—ah! shit! you gonna cum f’me?” he moaned, his voice now an octave lower.

you let out broken hums of agreement that were in-synched with every thrust of his hips. you didn’t trust your brain and mouth to work together to form a coherent sentence at this point because the only thing in your mind was how good shuji was fucking you. your thighs were burning from being held up for this long and you couldn’t feel your feet anymore but you didn’t care.

“yeah? go on, then. cum for me, doll..”

you arched your back at the pleasure that engulfed your whole body, the string of moans that threatened to escape your throat were muffled by shuji shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. tears spilled from your eyes as you came around his cock, your cunt deliciously gripping him like a vice for a few seconds, causing his hips to stutter.

shuji rode out your orgasm by quickly rubbing your clit with the hand that was previously shoved into your mouth. fuck, no wonder why he was so good at playing his electric guitar. his lips left hues of dark red and purple on the side of your neck as he drove you to overstimulation.

“fuck fuck fuck! shuji! i can’t! ngh—ah!” “n-not yet, doll.. just a bit more—fuck! i’m cumming!”

shuji gave you a few more strokes before shoving the entirety of his cock inside you to unload his cum, all while rubbing tight circles on your clit. he moaned against your neck, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as he reached his orgasm.

“ah—shit! yeah.. that’s it, so so good f’me..”

you bit your lip at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and seeping out of your wet cunt. your eyes clamped shut as you could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you since shuji was still rubbing on your clit.

you let out short high pitched moans, legs trembling with pleasure as you came around his cock once again. the pleasure was more intense this time round and you swore to the universe above that you saw stars in your vision.

shuji kissed at the dark hues on your neck, whispering endless praises against your skin as you came down from your second orgasm. he gently placed your legs back down and stroked your thighs, as if he knew how badly they burned from the position.

“what an after party that was.” he let out a breathless chuckle. all you could muster up was a light hum with how spent you were but shuji didn’t mind, he knew how much he tires you out during sex and if he was being honest, he wore it like a fucking medal.

© mitsuyeaah

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[laceymorganwrites]

Pegging Tokyo Revengers men - part 1

A/N: Tell me which characters to do next^^ 

Fem!Reader

Taiju:

suggests it but is embarrassed

listen, his friends had to convince him to finally ask you

he´s been curious about anaorgasms for so long now but was scared of being judged for a long time

his friends are super open about their own lives in the bedroom and ever since then he wanted to try it too

super relieved when you agree to it

baby boy really thought you were gonna call him weird for his desires

he´s really nervous about it once you´re actually getting the stuff ready

does too much research beforehand and just looks at it from a completely theoretical standpoint which makes him even more anxious 

you pick him up from work and immediately get to the bedroom, slowly undressing him, feeling him up, making him feel so wanted 

he´s relieved when you calm him down like this, getting him to focus only on you

he´s so sensitive from just foreplay alone but you take your time with it, making sure he´s ready

the dildo you prepared isn´t as big as his own cock, just the right size to start with, you let him lube it up himself for some control

you sit on the edge of bed, right in front of the mirror he loves to use so much, it´s fun to switch roles, now you´re the one showing him how hot he looks

you help him in taking it all in nice and slow, him sitting on top of you, legs spread and your hand on his stomach possessively, cradling him like a good boy

he´s so overwhelmed by the whole situation and all these new feelings, he didn´t know he could feel any more pleasure with you but you always knew how to surprise him

he grips onto the sheets as you hold his head, making him look at all the cute expressions he makes, fucking up into him slowly but deeply, making him actually moan for once 

when he´s close you let him touch yourself, your own hand over his, getting him to finish together 

such a baby at aftercare, he´s usually not that cuddly or needy but you´re not complaining

you´ve never seen him so blissfully fucked out, it´s adorable really 

Mucho:

already has multiple toys prepared

this is nothing new for you two

you two have been dating since you were teenagers so you know each other in and out, you´ve done about everything in the book

you went through every awkward phase together, you know each other better than anyone else in the world, probably because you´ve seen each other at your worst and best, have been there for each other for every step of the way, for every mistake, for every success

for every awkward sexual encounter because things didn´t work out as you thought or just simply weren´t it for you two

it started out that way with pegging as well

you tried it relatively early in your relationship when you were still horny teenagers who didn´t do much else but fuck 

needless to say you didn´t do any research, just watched some porn together and tried it immediately after it

you were too hasty with it and he was too impatient, in the end it ended up hurting more and you just stopped there and didn´t try it again for a few years after that

it´s his birthday when you decide to surprise him with it, you know that he still wants to try it but both of you were too embarrassed and honestly too stubborn to actually bring it up 

you most of all because you pride just got in the way, you were so young back then and thought you knew everything

now that you were older and more mature you could finally use your pride for good things, researching on your own and buying a bunch of toys, maybe a few too many for the start but you had a hunch you´d need them eventually

Mucho loves being spoiled on his birthday so he´s already looking forward to it, expecting a rougher session, the ones he likes the most, where you completely wreck him

but he didn´t expect it to start out so slow, he liked the presents you got him but said he wanted to wait a bit before trying out the bigger things

but he did agree to letting you finger him, a great success for you

you have him on his fours, his favorite position after he found out just how much he enjoyed getting spanked

you start circling his hole, gently probing it and preparing him gently

once he´s loosened up a bit you start using a finger vibrator you´ve bought him

it´s been a while since you´ve seen him so relaxed, your sex life never is boring but sometimes you can get a bit self conscious so you´re happy he likes it

you´re edging him, making him whine for you, grinding against the sheets but you don´t let him cum, not until he´s crying from overstimulation

needless to say you two are too impatient to stop there and end up using all of the toys you bought, Mucho can´t move the next day but it´s worth it because he never felt that good

South:

brat

he is obnoxious and so so overconfident, it´s just annoying

your relationship is weird enough as it is, you don´t even remember when and how it started

South and you kind of always were in each other´s lives, and he was always annoying you

he´s always had a crush on you and those feelings didn´t change over time, the second he saw you he asked you out

after rejection after rejection he bothered you so much that you said yes to one date

said date was awful, he took you to a restaurant that was too fancy to enjoy and didn´t know what else to do after that so he just called you a taxi and called it a night

he thinks his reputation, looks and strength will get him anywhere because that´s how it´s always been

that´s why it irritates him so much that you don´t like him

one day he just shows up at your door and asks you to tell him your life story, saying he can´t get you out of his head, that he realized he genuinely wants to know you

you spend the whole night talking and watching stupid movies he enjoys (70s martial arts movies from all countries)

that´s when you finally figure him out, yeah he´s an adrenaline junkie but he´s also just a big puppy who gets excited over everything, it´s kind of cute

you start casually dating after that, it´s more like deepening your friendship but with making out

sex doesn´t come until way later but you don´t mind

South has opened up to you about his issues with his confidence, performance anxiety and most of all he trusted you enough to tell you about his biggest insecurity, his small dick (will do a seperate hc post for that) 

you´re the first person he ever trusted on such a level, on a level where he could be intimate without feeling and thinking too much, without the fear and the shame

because he´s not the most sexually active person out there it´s very awkward at first, he´s just not good at sex but his pride won´t let himself admit that

you´re the first woman that doesn´t laugh at him and that doesn´t leave halfway through

you´re so patient with him even though he´s so stubborn

you always guide him when having sex and even though he hates the aspect of losing control he´s okay with it after realizing what sort of expressions and sounds he could make you make if he does exactly what you tell him to

in a way you´re at fault for making him even more confident

you don´t mind at first but it gets obnoxious when he starts boasting about his skills when you haven´t even done that much yet 

the worst thing is that he can´t eat pussy to save his life, it´s infuriating you

one day you just have enough and tell him you could do a better job eating him out than he you

he just laughs at you because he doesn´t believe that he´ll even feel anything, he never thought about trying anything anal related, thinking it´ll just hurt

but he does let you try, just because he thinks you´ll fail anyway and that way he won´t have to eat you out anymore (he thinks it´s a drag because his tongue gets tired and you don´t give him any reactions so he knows he´s not doing a good job and that kind of crushes him but yeah he doesn´t talk about that because that would mean admitting he´s not the perfect specimen)

he´s so squirmish and embarrassed when he´s laying down and you´re between his legs, he tries to cross them the whole time but you pull them apart and keep them in place over your shoulders

you keep eye contact the whole time you´re kissing along his inner thighs, gently nibbing and licking, praying he´s taking mental notes

he hates to admit it but South loves seeing that intense stare of yours

blushes so hard when he feels your tongue, tries to cover his face and after considering it you let him because you know how hard this is for him already

he closes his eyes and just focuses on your tongue, on what you´re doing, how you´re moving and he fucking whines

he had no idea something so simple could be so enjoyable, no wonder you crave it so much

from now on he wants to try his best to be a better lover for you

definitely more submissive now, not as much of a slut as Mucho but he does have his moods

loves preparing himself for you, he has a big collection of plugs now, gets off on you using a strap bigger than his cock

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[catfuyus]

"You're not any worse than me," he looks at you with a sympathetic shrug. There's a bit of pain behind his dark eyes, but no more than the usual amount.

You mutter under your breath, "I don't know." Your knuckles are sore from how much you've been wringing them today. Pulling your fingers tightly and squeezing the pops out of them. "You're more likable than me."

He snorts, the sound makes you jump for a second and you lock eyes with his. "I like you way more than you like me."

You glare at him, picking up the crumpled gum wrapper and tossing it at him. "Wrong again."

He flicks the little ball back at you, the wrapper bouncing off your cheek. "You're too hard on yourself, kid. No one talks shit about you the way you do yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he sighs as he leans back across the edge of the side walk, leaning far enough back that his hair sprawls out on the grass. He looks comfortable like that, with his arms behind his head and his usual grey hoodie on. Like a street cat napping in a parking lot. "You're better than you think are. Kinder, smarter. You've got a great sense of humor too. Sure, you can be misguided and bit stubborn at times," his eyes meet yours with a smirk, "but I wouldn't change you for the whole world."

You frown down at him as you find yourself laying on the sidewalk beside him, weight on one hip as you bring your face closer to his. "Would you throw away your happy ending just to save my life?"

He looks at your very seriously then, keeping your eyes trapped with his. "Always. No matter how many tries it took."

"That's very selfish of you, Mikey." You say with a smirk, a hand reaching out to straighten the strings of his hoodie. "After all that effort your friends put in to save you."

"I don't care," he says with that carefree smile and airy tone, looking up at the large sky as the clouds pass overhead. "I know I'd go back to save you, and they're just gonna have to live with it."

You let out a little chuckle at his brazenness. Mikey would be like that. Headstrong and reckless.

"See?" He smiles as he locks eyes with you again. "I told you I was worse."

And the smile that spreads across your face is warm and soothing. It's a genuine feeling. Of being cared for. Of being cherished. Of knowing that, vices and all, Manjiro Sano cared for you above all else.

#manjiro fluff #mikey fluff #manjiro x reader #manjiro x you #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey drabble #manjiro drabble #tokrev fluff #tokrev drabbles #not me in my self loathing hours #entirely self indulgent but it actually kinda made me feel better so I regret nothing

[mchlgayser]

MY MAN! ft rindou haitani ( ✮ )

synopsis: he just loves it when you take full control of the situation.

warning: languages

nana's note: HEYYY!!! How're you guys doing? It's been months and I missed you all so much! I've been busy with studies and exams these couple of months I could not find any time to write :(( As a special, sorry gift, I'm writing this for you guys. tell me if there's anything I should explicitly mention if I happen to forget any and happy reading mwahh!

The room packs of men and women, sweats drenching and drunk with heavy alcoholic drinks. The spacious room is dimmed-light but illuminated with red, purple, and blue hues.

You make your way inside the hall strutting to the bar and take a seat as you order yourself a drink. You were enjoying yourself, sipping the hard drink as you look around for familiar faces.

You could make out familiar faces of a certain lizard-looking guy and the pink-haired. Sanzu smirks smugly at you as he skips to you enthusiastically.

"'Fuck is goin' on with you?" Your face confronts in disgust at the stinging smells of alcohol on him "You smell so bad asshole, get away from me." He laughs at your insult, openly taking a seat beside "Where ya' man at?" You roll your eyes at him "You guys are the one with him the whole day, why are you asking me?"

Kokonoi abruptly interrupts "He's with Ran. Mikey ordered them to handle a meeting somewhere. Be back in a while." You absentmindedly hum at the information.

After some time, the two left somewhere, one going to handle the club's money and the other to mess around with the rest of the lingering prostitutes. A woman seemingly in her mid twenty walks toward you, chest and head standing contemptuously. Her dead curly blonde wig sways from behind as she takes a seat beside you. She ordered herself a drink and shamelessly told the bartender to put it under your bill.

"Know your place, the fuck you think you are doin'?" Her fake lashes battle on you "Whoops, sorry. Anyway, your name is Y/n, right? You are RinRin's girlfriend, yes?" Your left eye subtly twitches in annoyance at the used nickname.

"What is it to you?" She giggles, tucking a strand of her to the back of her ear "Nothing just... I didn't expect you. I mean for a guy like him to settle down for a woman like you? It doesn't make sense at all. Unlike me, a woman of a high fashion sense and ladylike. I could see why he came crawling to me every night. Oh whoops, slipped out." Your face raging with fire and a comical mark appears on the side of your temple.

"What a low-life bitch. Self-proclaiming my boyfriend to be crawling to you? Do you realize how pathetic you sounded? Rindou would never settle down for a woman that sells their body for money like you. You can drag your plastic ass outta my face, hoe." You give her one last glance before you stand up and left the scene.

You were walking to a vacant place when all of a sudden, you were pulled to a nearby secluded place near the restroom. You almost twist the doer's hand but stopped at the familiar tattoo design.

Rindou stood before you, hair chiseled, collared tee undone almost all the way you could see his bare chest and stench in dried blood. But that's not what concerns you, his smug smirk does. "The fuck happened to you? You got into a fight during the meeting or sum'?" He shakes his head, eyes still staring down at you "Me and Ran got ambushed by some low-level organization. Nothing we couldn't handle but what's more is how you shut that woman just a few minutes ago."

You scoff, hand folded in a sassing manner "I still hadn't asked you whether what she said is true or not, right? I can't just blandly dismiss her. Don't you feel the need, to be honest and tell me whether what she said is true or not, RinRin?" He groans at you, eyes moving from the woman from earlier than you "You are seriously considering believing her, come on-" His sentence gets cut off when you punch him in the gut making him grunt in pain.

"Ouch, fine, fine." He smirks again, leaning closer to you "Of course not, do you think I would consider her? Be honest, I'd do better-"

You glare at him, eyes as if challenging him to further speak. Rindou mentally drench in sweats as he coughs "Fine, sorry." Unlike his words, the smirk didn't flatter but instead grew intense.

"I just love it when you are like this." He chuckles when he notices you roll your eyes out of annoyance. "We better leave... Where's Ran?" He look around, shrugging.

"Making babies, maybe?" You snort, giving your boyfriend a short hug and a small laugh before you drag him out of the club. Rindou, however, turns back once in a while to look at a woman and before you two could disappear from her sight, Rindou gives her his majestic middle finger.

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[nkogneatho]

shinichiro who cant get enough of your sweet cunt, always needing to have a taste of it whenever he wakes up. he just cant go a day without the taste of you on his tongue, hes addicted to the noises you make as he eats you out <3

- itto mod

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cum eating, name-calling (cute).

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You have no idea how much he misses your pussy when he's at work. He'd be fixing the bolts in the motorcycle, but his brain would imagine how good you look when he fingers you. When he gets thirsty, water doesn't satisfy him. He thinks about how good your pussy tastes. How your juices are the only thing that can satisfy his dry tongue. But he has to gulp the tasteless liquid for now.

But as soon as he comes home, you're sitting on the sofa watching TV, and the first thing he does is kick his shoes aside, walk towards you in a hurry. He casts your bottoms aside. You're there in shock, not knowing what's happening and why was your sweet greeting cut off by his actions.

"Shin, What—Oh fuck," your questions are over before they were even asked, interrupted by how he licks your folds open. He caresses your thighs, pinches your sensitive nipples to get you wet.

Dominant hands pull your thighs so your leaking cunt is now right in his face. When he's got you wet enough, he latches his mouth on your pussy, sucking all your wetness off it. You feel so good. This has never happened. He's never so out of control. Shin wasn't his usual passionate self that evening. He was possessive. He wanted to own you. Your body. Your pussy. He wasn't sure if anyone else would make you feel as good as him. Not sure if anyone wouldn't let all that precious juice go to waste.

You couldn't surpress your moans anymore. You started chanting his name. All that the room filled with was his grunts and slurping noises, and your "Shin! Fuck. Shin. Oh my g—Ah. Shin. Shin. Shin!"

Your hips tightened, legs flexing as you came, crying in the ecstasy, feeding your boyfriend more of you. You tried to get off the sofa but your eyes traveled to Shinichiro discarding his t-shirt.

"You didn't think it was over, now did you babygirl?"

Of course it wasn't over. Fool of you to think that just one orgasm would satisy his thirst.

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[rizsu]

let me in ( please ) manjiro, ran.

sum. when they fuck up & now are locked out of the house

mikey and emotions do not mix well. they're like oil and water. mikey is a victim to various emotions he has no knowledge on how to handle. you can think of him as a baby who has no idea how to express different emotions so they start crying. and just like that, he said his piece of rather colorful words and left before it got worse.

it takes nothing but a simple stroll around the area and some icecream bars to cool mikey's head. during his little freedom, he did some intense self-reflection and replayed the argument to analyze. three minutes of sitting on the park's bench and he came to the conclusion that he was in fact wrong. he one hundred percent overreacted.

all for his own defense, he thinks that it can be justified. crossing his arms over his chest, mikey nods in agreement to the imaginary audience. they too agree that it can be justified! even if it was but a stupid moment of him letting his negativity roam in his mind and became insecure.

mikey walks towards the door, crunching every leaf in the way to calm his nerves. he's spent at least twenty minutes practicing his apology speech. he cannot afford to butcher it. gripping on the door's knob, he tries to unlock it but to no avail, it did not work. this cannot be real, he amuses himself. mikey gives it another try. maybe it was just a jam in the knob? no. he gave it two more restless twists but god's grace was not on his side today.

“where is my phone?!” he's confused. he swore he shoved his phone into his pocket but it's not there!? patting his torso and sweatpants to feel for phone's frame, panic's tide rises in his body. he's half a second away from running into the middle of the road.

and on your side, you're watching this go down through the door's peephole. right now you may or may not be holding the very phone he's looking for in your hand. trust, you would grant him access to your shared home but this is too hilarious to give up.

the click of the door's lock on your side succeeds in getting mikey's attention. he watches like a hawk marking its prey's home, waiting to see if what he wants is behind the other side. biting at his lower lip's skin, mikey patiently awaits for you to come into display.

you swing the door open and lean on its frame. swaying his phone in front of him, you tease, “looking for this?”

mikey, relieved, tries to grab what's rightfully his but fails. there's no way you're going to give him this so soon.

“not so fast, manjiro. aren't you forgetting something?”

mikey takes three cartoonish blinks. he genuinely does not know what he forgot. tilting his head to the side, he looks around trying to remember what he could've possibly forgotten. oh right, the apology!

“'m really sorry. forgive me i know i acted like an idiot.” he speaks. mikey hopes you can tell he's being sincere. he's not one for apologies at all—which is easily known by his body language. he's rocking back and forth on his feet while playing with his fingers—almost replica to a child getting scolded for eating all the chocolates.

you try your hardest to not cackle. being able to witness the ‘invincible’ mikey awkwardly apologize feels like a gift from your ancestors. it may as well replace the definition of neuron activity.

“you're lucky i love you. come in.” tilting your head, you gesture for him to enter paradise. you didn't miss the way he clasped his fist whispering a “yes!” to himself. you really do love this loser.

pop-up quiz: if you lock ran out the house, would he:

a) go buy gifts to appease you.

b) demand that you open the door.

c) fight the tears and travel to rindou's to clear his mind.

d) none of the above.

correct answer? d) none of the above. see, if you dare to think you can get rid of ran you are just loud and wrong. you can't rip ran off of your skin even if you got the creator of earth to do it. he's like a flee.

he's a little on the lazy side which results in him barely caring for anything which also results in his nonchalant attitude in arguments. what happens when he just says to calm down? getting locked out until further notice. do not let this fool you, ran will, by any means necessary, make sure that you're not mad at him—even if he must guilt you in the process. ran can live alone but he's grown too attached to let you slip through his fingers.

like the fool he is, ran came up with the master idea of staying in the courtyard as he sets up his scheme. he has a plan, he just needs a platform. feeling mischievous, ran waited until four in the evening to begin his performance. dailing your number, he waits for you to pick up. the moment you do, he reads the script written on his palm.

“hey...still mad at me?” “yes. goodbye.” “WAIT—i'm sorry, unlock the door please?”

a moment of silence alongside a heavy sigh from you tells ran that chapter one: act one was successful. reeling out the hose, he quickly attaches it to the pipe before turning it on. taking large steps to the front door, he hides the hose behind the door as you open it.

“missed you. i'm shivering, would let me in?” coating his words with honey, he plasters a pleading look on his face. surely this would work..right..? yeah, no. you feel your anger bubbling again. for what and why would he bother you with this nonsense.

“what the fuck are you talking about? the sun is very much there.” you point towards the sun, completely finished with this idiocy.

“no, baby...it's not...” raising the hand that's holding the hose, ran turns the sprinkler effect on as he frowns. him suffering out in the real (fake) rain must hurt you. you know how he easily gets sick.

well, that's what he thinks. you think this is absolutely stupid. the scenario of ran, standing under the hose as it soaks him while the sun has yet to set truly makes for a good spongebob episode.

“ran, put it off. now.” demanding that he finishes his act, you publically judge him. although this is so stupid that it's hilarious, you don't want him to flood out the entire front yard. he's done enough to be let in the house.

“but do you forgive me, my love?” “RAN.”

ran chuckles to himself. chapter two: act two has been successful. dragging the hose back to its original position, he cleans up before entering your home but ran still feels mischievous. so what does he do? purposefully give you a tight back hug so that you can be soaked too but masks it with the excuse of “i really missed you.”

when ran isn't practically decomposing in bed, he's the most childish man ever.

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[suashii]

— 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ౨ৎ

haitani rindou x reader. 1.3k w.c. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ college au-ish :3 ﾉ just some rindou lovin' ﾉ repost!

it’s been a while since you've been out with your friends. can you really call them that, though? they are classmates at the very least, ones that feel compelled to invite you to their gatherings. it’s thoughtful, you’ll give them that, but part of you wishes they didn’t. maybe the outing is just boring or maybe they have all grown dull, but either way, it’s easy to zone out in their presence. their chatter seems distant. you don’t even really know what they’re talking about—something regarding everyone’s plans for this saturday.

“what about you?” the girl beside you nudges your ribs to gain your attention—and it works. the jab is surprisingly painful given how small she is. “can you make it?”

“sorry, i already have plans with someone else.”

“aww,” she whines at your answer, “who are you hanging out with? maybe they can tag along.”

“rindou.”

all the idle chatter at the table stops upon the mere utterance of his name. suddenly, all eyes are on you. he’s popular, but not for the right reasons. not many people are fond of him. and you never minded that, but the people who dislike him don’t just dislike him; they’re afraid of him. so although you have no problem associating yourself with him, you’ve learned quickly that bringing him up around others often leads to unsavory reactions. you slipped up at this moment.

“you mean… haitani rindou?”

“mhm.” you’re aware of the common consensus when it comes to rindou and what people think of him, but you want to test the waters and see how your peers perceive him. “why? what’s wrong with him?”

the replies flood in like a tsunami.

“he only hangs out with his brother and you know how much trouble ran is.”

“yeah, they’re total scumbags. i’m pretty sure they’ve almost gotten arrested—and on multiple occasions at that.”

“you’re perfectly capable of surrounding yourself with better company. why on earth would you want to be seen with him?”

“that’s really none of your concern.” the last comment strikes a nerve and causes you to raise your voice. shocked eyes accompanied by gaping mouths stare at you in surprise. you don’t know why you expected their responses to be any different. everyone jumps to the same conclusion and they aren’t an exception. their feelings about him are crystal clear. if they think so poorly of him, they have no place in your life. “and i’d rather not talk to you guys if you’re going to continue to speak about him like that. i’m leaving now.”

and with that, you stand up, collect your things, and start on your way home.

• • •

rindou is in the kitchen when you walk through the door. a head of blonde hair sits at the small table, slurping up ramen noodles. the steam wafting from the bowl leaves the lenses of his gold-framed glasses foggy. your keys clatter when they meet the ceramic of the dish that holds little things like chapstick and mini box cutters. the noise grabs rindou’s attention, his gaze abandoning his food in favor of looking at your figure that approaches to take a seat next to him. he didn’t think he would see you back so soon; it felt like you had just left. but he doesn’t say a word, instead, offering you the noodles hanging from his chopsticks. you lean forward to accept the mouthful of spicy ramen. every other bite of what remains in the bowl is reserved for you.

you stay attached to his hip for the rest of the day; helping him wash the dishes even though it’s your least favorite chore, sitting in his lap and snuggling into his neck as he boots up his computer to play who knows what game with his friends—you even go as far as getting comfortable on the lid of the toilet while he takes his shower for the night. it isn’t unusual for you to take care of his hair once he emerges from the steamy room, combing out the tangled strands of blonde and blue before pulling out the hair dryer. after the locks are fluffy and dry, his hair sits in a neat bun on the top of his head. the only pieces that escape are the ones not quite long enough to be tied up with the rest.

you wonder if your actions came off as overbearing; not that you would care if they did. the conversation from earlier reminded you of how poorly people regarded your boyfriend. someone has to love him when everyone else thinks so little of him, and you’re more than happy to be that person.

and you’re content at the moment, practically lying on top of him, your fingers tracing each curve of the black ink tattooed into his skin. you can feel the thumping of his heart, hear the rhythmic beat of it in your ear.

“what’s wrong?” rindou speaks up out of the blue. so then he had noticed the shift in your behavior.

“what do you mean?” you feign ignorance. you know rindou was fully aware of his reputation, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to shield him from the harshness of others.

“you’re even clingier than usual.”

“i’m not clingy,” you mumble against his chest.

“mm, yeah, you are.” he pinches your cheek that isn’t pressed against him. it doesn’t hurt but you look up at him regardless. lilac eyes peer down at you. the blank expression on his face may not show it, but his gaze is enough to tell you that he’s concerned. “are you gonna tell me what happened or not?”

rindou isn’t the type to push you, to make you tell him something you aren’t ready to tell. if you told him you didn’t want to talk about it, you were sure he’d let it go. but since it’s weighing so heavily on your mind, maybe it is best to share. “i brought your name up in front of some classmates and they said some pretty rude stuff about you.”

he snorts as if what you were worried about was silly. and to him, it is. it doesn’t bother him—the wandering eyes, the hushed whispers, the anxious avoidance. everything that you seem to be hyperaware of is the norm for rindou. and he can understand why it upsets you, he wouldn’t want people speaking ill of you, but he’s accustomed to his bad reputation. “i thought i told you not to let stuff like that get to you. you know i don’t give a shit about what people think.”

“well, i do.” maybe you shouldn’t, not to the extent you do, anyway. but after getting to know rindou, the real rindou, you can’t help but feel offended when people reduce him to nothing more than a no-good criminal. sure, he isn’t a saint, but he’s far from evil. what gave them the right to form opinions when they only got a glimpse of one side of him? “they shouldn’t get to judge you if they don’t even know you.”

he lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh, the breath heaving from his chest causing your head to raise. though, not long after, his lips find their way to your hairline, pressing a light kiss to the skin. his hand runs up and down your arm, “it doesn’t matter how often i tell you, huh?”

“nope.” you shamelessly reply. you’ll never stand for people demeaning the man you’ve come to love.

“how stubborn,” he clicks his tongue. it’s clear that this was a matter he won’t be able to change your mind on. of course, he doesn’t care what people think about him, but seeing you so protective of him and his image is oddly endearing. “so what, are you my defender or something?”

“mhm,” you hum, letting your eyes drift shut, “now and always.”

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[blueparadis]

▏rose bath  ▏k.hitto   ▏

CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, edging, praise, established relationship. 0.5k word count.

notes — part of sizzling sextember. also tagging @lalunanymph

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Kakucho was laying down on the bed with his chest against the mattress being half-clad in boxers. He was barely awake when you almost jumped over him after taking a shower. Last night was long and awake. He has not left any part of your body unmarked. 

Within just a month, your married life was not full of horrors as you thought it would be. You wanted to feel him again, his cock burried inside you as he fucked you witless, the same coiling orgasm that made you scream from the bottom your lungs. 

Kakucho shifted a little before leaving the bed. He was already leaving? You cleaned yourself properly so that he can have you again, seath his cock in your gummy walls. Being younger to him came with certain cons. Like he could see right through you, almost could read your mind. When you asked how he can do it, he simple said he loved you leaving you speechless.

“I’ve work. You need to wait till I come home.”, he blurted out without hesitation watching you sit in your white bathrobe on the bed. But you wanted him , you wanted him so bad that you did the unthinkable. What does a child do when they are deprived of there toy? They throw tantrums , don’t they? Moreover, you did not wanted the morning shower to go waste.

“Why do you think I need you for that?” as soon as your response faded Kakucho's eyes shone in surprise watching your hands slip under your nightgown. You bunched the clothing near your pelvic to spread your legs further. Kakucho stood and watched as you touched your folds slowly, sloppily.

“Use two fingers”, he commanded. Even though you have been naked in front of him many times you still felt embarrassed pushing two fingers inside you. “That’s better.”, his praise made you move your fingers roughly, string enough that could feel the same burning orgasm in between your legs.

You rested your body on your knees as he walked toward you. He was getting hard but he did not bother with that since he was a man of great self-control. “Are your fingers doing well there? Do you need my help?”

Of course, it was not enough but you did not want to give him the chance of being soaked in victory. You bit your lips hard enough to have your begging moans under control. But Kakucho had a better idea for you. He kissed your lips dryly and pulled back watching your frustrated eyes roll heavenwards. 

“at least kiss me”, you begged, “Kiss me please”, and you were rewarded with something else. He held your wrist depriving you of aiding the pooled orgasm in the core of your vagina and sucked the fingers clean. Your eyes flared in surprise at his behavior. He was impressed that you came without his help, touching yourself and thinking of him as he stood in stoic face, watching you cum. What a blessing to start a day!

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@tokyometronetwork

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[amaya-writes]

For your event for kisaki x female reader

Soulmate au

Fluff

Where he notices that his soulmate has been with them all along and she’s a bad ass

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes:

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Kisaki Tetta

Female reader, you/yours

"How did the date go?"

Kisaki's voice wafted through the empty office as he spoke, with his soft yet daunting tone drawing your gaze away from the window you had been staring out of for the past hour.

"Same as always. He was looking for a woman they could treat like a child and I didn't want to deal with his shit."

He scoffed at your bluntness but didn't bother saying anything else as you finally moved towards his desk to analyze the alliance contracts he had drafted.

It was only when you were looming over his shoulder with a paper clutched between your fingers that he spoke, this time with his tone holding the familiar calculative lilt you were used to.

"Maybe you should try looking for your soulmate instead of letting our idiot members rope you into blind dates."

You didn't bother turning towards him, but there was no mistaking the way your grip on the paper tightened, with the new crinkles paying testament to your annoyance.

"You and I both know the soulmate bond is only for those fortunate enough to live a normal life."

"It's adorable how you don't want to drag your fated someone down here with you."

This time you didn't bother hiding the glare you sent his way, but after years of being subjected to your deadly stares, Kisaki was practically unaffected by your hostility.

"But what if it's someone we already know?"

His question had you turning to keenly stare at Kisaki as he set down and gave you his undivided attention.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did you ever bother checking?"

The small shake of your head was enough of a response for Kisaki to completely turn towards you and flip over your left wrist.

His fingers delicately trailed over the black glove many chose to wear to conceal their marks before swiftly tugging the soft material away to reveal the mark you had committed to your mind's eye ever since it formed.

A mark that was completely identical to the one on his wrist.

Seeing the two marks together was shocking enough to have you quickly tug your hand away, choosing to cradle it against your chest as if you had just been burned.

"Did you know?"

Kisaki's eyes remained on your wrist even as you asked the question, only choosing to meet your gaze once you called out his name.

"Of course not."

You had known him long enough to be able to tell when Kisaki as lying. Perhaps that was why it was so easy for you to nod along to his reply and take to leaning against his desk again.

"The mark materialises the day you see your soulmate for the first time."

Kisaki's voice was a little above a whisper as he repeated the statement your parents would always repeat when asked about the marks on their own wrists. But unlike them, he sounded more shocked than wistful.

"How were we stupid enough to not realise ours happened at the same time?"

He shrugged at your outburst but was quick to reach out and once again hold onto your wrist, this time with his fingers delicately trailing over the mark.

The two of you remained like that for a bit; with neither of you bothering to voice your concerns even as you analysed the marks that bound you together.

"Apparently, we're fated to be each other's."

Kisaki finally left his chair as you spoke, with the action making you hesitantly lean further into his desk.

"And you're fine with that?"

Kisaki was never one for proximity, perhaps that was why you were so surprised to see him get so awfully close to you, with one of his hands resting on the desk behind you while the other idly fiddled with your hair as he awaited a response.

"I guess if it had to be anyone I'm glad it's you."

You couldn't help but cringe at how uneven your voice was.

Enemies both big and small were nothing for Kisaki's right hand known for her strategy and strength, yet somehow a little bit of proximity was enough to have you cower away.

He leaned in closer until your foreheads touched, with the action making you slip your eyes shut even as your heart began to run rampant.

"But maybe try not to get into any more relationships for now."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips at his words, with the sound making Kisaki pull away with a smile of his own.

The two of you must have been the most peculiar pair of soulmates; two people so close yet so awfully apart. You had been by each other's side ever since you were angsty teenagers who thought they could run the world to the people who actually did.

Yet somehow, you had never thought of actually being together.

You knew things would change between the two of you come morning, but you couldn't help but feel comforted by the thought that it was Kisaki who you were meant to be with.

For whether you were fated to fall together or rise with one another, it would be together. And that was good enough for you.

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[nkogneatho]

Pasi I'm in a crisis 😤 I've been sipping for Ran Haitani lately. I know he's rich, powerful, definitely a brat tamer, and I believe he as a long 🍆 to slap me a across the face with.

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈.

—cw: gn!reader, cockslapping, slapping mention, sugar daddy mention.

Might be way too strong with this but RAN FUCKING HAITANI spoiling you with his riches, making you his cute little sugar baby. He lures you and you walk into the lion's den. His grips starts getting tighter. And tighter. Until he has you against his marvelously designed, expensive headboard of the expensive bed. The 22 carat gold is now cold against your skin, but it doesn't send shivers down your spine. It's something else that does.

Ran gripping your jaw and fucking his cock in your mouth the way he wants, treating you like a fleshlight. But he gets kind of pissed when your throat keeps gagging and pushing his dick out. I mean it's not your fault 's too big to take. But it's neither his fault that he's too big. So to make you understand, he pulls his dick out, rubs the cock head on your flat salivated tongue, then slap it against your cheek so hard. You squeal at the bone hitting your skin but he does it once again. Again. And again. It's so fun watching you squirm. And it's so much better than slapping you with hands.

"Either this slaps your cheeks, or the walls of your throat. You choose, baby."

You choose both.

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[yuunemi]

2:55 PM ☆ MITSUYA TAKASHI ☆

C/W : FEM!READER

LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : this has been in my drafts for months alr. i finally get to post it :”D. the ending seemed like it was left hanging so I ended up adding a few deets.

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

"Mitsuyaaaaa Takaashiiiiiiiii" You chatted, which was then followed by a thread of other messages. "Im sleepyyyyyy" "Im boreddddddd" "Savee meeeeeeee TT TT" "Pleaseeeee" "I wanna sleeeeppp but Bioooo" "HUHUHUHUHUHU KASHIIII", "Ne, Kashi, pick me up later after this class :>>" "Pleaseeeeee :>>>>>". Keeping your phone, you continued to mindlessly write notes, hoping this simple stimulus would help you stay awake. Back on Mitsuya's end, he sure was surprised to receive notifications one after another. However, upon seeing that it was your doing, he was no longer shocked. While reading through your messages on his phone, he couldn't help but chuckle at your spam. "Sure thing, love, I'll pick you up after classes" He replied. Classes finally ended but you decided to stay back and clarify a few things with your teacher. "Yoohoo~~ Y/n~ Someone's here to pick you up~." Your friend said in a sing-song voice. Looking in her direction, you see the door open, and leaning on the door frame is your one and only, Mitsuya Takashi. "Hold on a minute." You said while his usual soft smile graced his features. You finalize a few things before taking your leave and walked in his direction. "You came!" You beamed with a bright smile reaching from ear to ear. "Didn't you see my reply?" He asked, "Nope, right after I spammed you with a thread of messages, our teacher finished discussing and explained our new project to be passed so the remaining time was used to collaborate and plan." You answered, while he nodded out of acknowledgment. "How was your day?" You asked, "Tiring as always." He answered while the both of you walked to fetch Luna and Mana. "Well then, why don't we go and buy ice cream once we pick up Luna and Mana." You offered while hooking your arm around his. "Sure thing, sounds like a plan." He answered, before giving you a peck on the forehead.

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ HOOKED — hanma shuji x reader. fluff. college au. delinquent!hanma.

note: this is my first attempt at writing hanma so please bear with me while i figure out his characterization :p ♡

a plastic bag filled with dog food and a variety of pet toys swings at your side as you walk down one of the less busy streets of shibuya, an umbrella held up in your opposite hand to shield you from the downfall of rain. you turn down another street lit by bright, colorful lights that will lead you to the alley you’ve found yourself visiting regularly for the past couple of weeks. it’s coming up now but before you allow yourself to round the corner, you hear rustling coming from the narrow passageway.

keeping your distance, you peek around the building to silently investigate the noise. you hope it’s just the puppy you’ve been stopping by each night after work to see but there’s a much larger, human figure looming over the box the stray was left in. the fingers grasping your umbrella twitch as you hold back the urge to confront the stranger. and you’re glad that you hesitate for two reasons.

one being that it seems that the person means the puppy no harm. from what you can make out, they’re setting up a makeshift dog house using some of the discarded cardboard to keep the helpless animal from getting wet—not an action worth interrupting.

though, the second reason is what really keeps you frozen to your spot. even in the dimly lit alley, you recognize the light blonde streak of hair hanging in front of the man’s face, strands stuck together and dripping drops of water into the puddles beneath him. it’s hanma shuji.

you’ve heard enough rumors to know he isn’t good news. despite the underlying tones of affection in his act, you don’t trust that his kindness will extend to you. you’re contemplating walking around the block and returning when he’s taken his leave but before you have the chance to, a golden gaze is burning a hole in you.

your heart jumps in your chest under the intensity of his stare. hanma’s lips curl up into a grin, one that could be considered friendly if you were ignorant of his dangerous lifestyle. you aren’t though, and the smile gives you the impression that he’s found something—someone—he has interest in playing with.

“here for this little lady, i assume?” he asks, grin still pulling at his lips as he jerks his head in the direction of the box. your eyes flit over there momentarily to catch sight of the puppy curled up in a ball with her eyes closed before they dart back to hanma. he’s still crouched down near the ground and doesn’t look as though he plans on moving. you gawk at him for a little while longer before realizing you hadn’t answered his question.

“yeah, sorry.” the apology falls past your lips as you take a cautious step into the alley. “i didn’t realize anyone else came here.”

hanma hums. “i don’t. i was just feeling unusually benevolent today.”

his statement isn’t very comforting but you nod in understanding anyway, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. you wish you knew why he was hanging around, why his gaze continues to bore into you. you feel like a specimen under a microscope being examined by his honey eyes.

his eyes narrow but a grin lingers on his lips. “i know you.”

it’s not a question, it’s a statement. his words make your skin prickle; you didn’t think he would recognize you, much less care to point it out. the worst part is that you aren’t sure whether his familiarity is a good or a bad thing. you shift your weight between your heels and clear your throat. “really?”

“i never forget a pretty face,” hanma tells you, lithe fingers toying with the curly tufts of fur on the puppy’s head. both his declaration and his gentle gesture unknowingly lower your guard. you breathe out a clumsy, awkward laugh at his vocalization, the hand at your side fiddling with the hem of your sweater. out of all the things he could have said, you never would have guessed it would be that.

“um, well, thanks,” you stiffly acknowledge his compliment and try your best to ignore the gradually growing heat in your cheeks. your reaction startles you—you shouldn’t be so easily flustered over a little silly flattery, and especially when hanma shuji is the one showering you with it. besides, you didn’t come here to be on the receiving end of some flirting. “i’d love to talk more but i should probably get the puppy inside.”

“of course.” he nods, finally standing up from his crouched position and taking a step back. a few minutes ago, you would have been nervous to approach him—be in such close proximity with such an intimidating guy—but as far as you’re concerned, hanma’s actions thus far have proven to be harmless. so, you close the gap between you, taking his previous spot near the ground so that you can pick up the puppy. you carefully scoop the dog up in your arm, holding her close to your chest as you come to stand. 

hanma hasn’t moved and his eyes have yet to leave your figure. the best option now would be to tell him goodbye and hope that any future encounters of yours are confined to the campus but, it seems as though being in hanma’s bubble has exposed you to his impulsive influence. it’s a bad idea, you’re sure of it, but before you can even think about what you’re doing, the invitation is already in the air. “do you want to come dry off? my place isn’t far from here.”

hanma’s eyebrows raise, if only slightly, at your unexpected suggestion. you had been so wary of him just a moment ago and while hanma was trying to break down your defensive walls, he wasn’t sure it would take such little effort. it would be a waste for him not to take you up on your offer.

he smiles, beads of water dripping off the ends of his hair. “lead the way.”

you never imagined walking to your apartment with hanma in tow would end up being part of your night. despite being the one to have made the friendly proposal, you have no idea what to say. so a heavy silence blankets the two of you, hanma taking hold of your umbrella so you can comfortably cradle the shivering puppy in your arms. you keep your eyes forward most of the way but you’d be lying if said you didn’t feel hanma’s gaze locking on to you every now and then. strangely enough, it doesn’t make you as anxious as it had earlier.

by the time you make it to your apartment, any reluctance you once had to be around hanma has faded. you let him in easily and kick your shoes off as though you’re welcoming an old friend into your home. you turn to him. “wait here, i’ll bring you a towel.”

after quickly settling the puppy in your room, you rush to your linen closet and grab the first towel within your reach. when you return to the entryway, hanma is in the very spot you left him, hands stuffed in his pockets and a bored expression on his face. though, when he catches sight of you, his grin is restored. and instead of your heart jumping in fear, it flutters in your chest at the sight.

you muster up a smile of your own as you step forward to hand him the towel. his grin widens upon taking it and he mutters a quiet “cute” under his breath while he unfolds the fabric to dry off his hair. you initially think he’s talking about your smile until you see the towel on his head—brightly colored and printed with flowers. 

you would be embarrassed if the scene playing out before you wasn’t so endearing. something about seeing someone regarded as so harsh and cold covered in something that embodied the opposite puts a genuine smile on your face. it’s much too soon to say, but maybe there’s another side to hanma—a softer one that he isn’t so keen on sharing with everyone. 

as you watch him towel off, you decide that you want to stick around long enough to see if you’re one of the few people that hanma will let in. 

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[muiiruii]

when he’s feeling a little out of it

matsuno chifuyu & hanemiya kazutora

fluff ; age up (manga version) ; tenderness in loving another in their presence

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve written for tokrev please be gentle if i butchered kazu’s characterization TT^TT

matsuno chifuyu had always wondered how just being by your side could put a smile so naturally on his face. when did you become an existence he could not replace? even more so, someone who he could not live without. you were warm like the sun, comforting like the moon, and the stars he tends to gaze at pales miserably in comparison to your presence. everything about you feels like home to him—the faint scent of french lavender, traces of fur, and the occasional taste of honey lemon. wherever you are was wherever he will be. and he would never ask for anything more when he have you by his side, but sometimes, on days where it’s a little blue, he found himself sinking deeper into the comfort of your presence.

“fuyu?”

you could tell he was slightly out of it when he did not catch your first call. it wasn’t the first time this had happened, and even if you weren’t told the reason behind his change in behavior, you still decided to just sit it out with him.

warm hands overlapped his clenched fists, you held onto it tightly as if to thaw the coldness creeping up his veins.

“fuyu, i’m right here with you. always.”

it took a minute or two before his fingers flinched, eyes darted over to your presence beside him.

“i know.”

he would whisper in the most gentle way that would put a smile to your face when you brought his hands up to your cheek—a cute habit he loved whenever you feel a little giddy and shy.

“thank you,” he mumbled under his breath as he pulled you a tad closer, just so he could leave a sweet peck on the tip of your nose.

“for always reminding me that there’s hope.”

you may not quite understood what he meant, but you know deep down, regardless of what will happen, your decision and feelings will never change.

“thank you for always being so gentle with me.”

you giggled at the cheesiness oozing right out of your words but it was worth it. definitely, when the growing hues of pink dusted ever so shyly on his cheeks had you both chuckling at the embarrassment of feeling like two little kids confessing their love for each other again.

no matter how many times the future might change, he will forever have you etched into his heart and hope that the red strings of fate will bring you to him in every timeline he existed.

hanemiya kazutora found himself wondering why just by feeling your fingers combing through his hair had his nerves washed away and his thoughts silenced as calm as a lake. it will always remain a mystery to him, for he had never experienced anything quite like this in his entire life. it was as if you cast a sleeping spell on him whenever you hum softly under your breath; magic overflowing from the tip of your fingers to the end of his toes. that was all you need to do to build back the world that crumbled each time his thoughts intrude a little too much.

“maybe we should just head to the city office right now to update my family registry.”

“did something ha—”

there was a pause, a shift in your gear when you saw the grin tugging the corner of his lips.

“i—is that a proposal?”

you gasped, unsure if the shock was from how out of the blue his question came or the fact that he even considered marriage when you knew about his past and what he had gone through.

“maybe? i’m just blurting my feelings out loud. we can take our time, there’s no rush.”

“are you sure?”

“if it’s for you, i’ll can wait until we are—”

“—i meant with me…as in marriage.”

you gently turned his head up to face you, worried eyes with seriousness knitted in your brows as your lips parted but words stuck at the tip of your tongue.

“and why would i not be sure?”

his large hands cupped your cheeks, a soft smile hanging on his lips when watched your eyes glossed over.

“you are the very reason why i loved to see the sun each morning, the reason why i want to start all over again, why i decided to live for myself again.”

your lips trembled at his words that held the weight you would never be able to truly understand. it was always heavy and it pains you whenever he had his episodes, but all you could do was be present with him.

“instead, i should be the one to ask you. are you sure?”

“always.”

you replied in a heartbeat. one that had his eyes widened for a fraction before they disappeared behind a smile he couldn’t quite hold back.

he wondered, truly, what did he ever do to deserve you in his life after all that he had done in his past. what was god’s plan for him? was this his punishment? to finally experience something so precious that he just know if you were taken away from him, he will never be the same again. and somehow, it made him realized nothing scared him more than losing you.

“so, shall we just do it now?”

you chuckled at the goofiness in his smile when he turned around and had his arms lock around your waist. his cheeks resting ever so naturally on your thigh, and for a split second, you almost gave in at the breathtaking moment that seized your heart.

“maybe after you stop giving chifuyu-kun a hard time by slacking off as his boss.”

oh how you regretted saying that when he climbed onto your lap with a pout ever so obvious on his lips.

“are you saying chifuyu is the reason we can’t get married right now?”

for once, kazutora realized that regardless of how silly his actions or words may seem to others, somehow he couldn’t quite help it when he’s with you. like a dream, he just want you and only you to always be with him and never would he ever let you go (nor hear another man’s name from your lips).

“would you like to repeat that again?”

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[blueparadis]

Haruchiyo is the most loyal lover one could ever ask for. He is ivory white loyal, he will tell you that he loves you when he realises it at the most ungodly turn of life even if takes eons to profess his love; he will tell you that he has fallen out of love even if it breaks the sun, breaks his heart to confess. Because he thinks all his flaws, gems, vulnerability and hunger belongs to you and you alone. He can not seem to fathom why. All he knows that he owes you, owes his whole exponential germination of love to you. From heartattack to heartbreak— it's all for you. Yes. He is that loyal.

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