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manjiroscum · 2 years

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cake monster

Character/s: shapeshifter!Haruchiyo Sanzu

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, mentions of attempted murder, hints of infidelity, haruchiyo is ooc + he isn't human, forced breeding/baby trapping, dubcon, fingering, unprotected sex, belly bulging, monsterfucking, haruchiyo threatens reader, mentions of arranged marriage, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: this fic is for you bby salem @ranilingus 😚💕 my birthday gift

Synopsis: Your husband coming back from the dead was nothing compared to the amount of faces he has worn behind your back.

WC: 2.9k

Discreetly cunning—Sanzu Haruchiyo was not someone you could keep a secret from and even if you tried, he always had a way of knowing. He was a man of few words once he had too many thoughts in his mind. Sometimes, he was brooding. Tucked away in his own world when he had too much to drink, too much to think about. Deep down, you knew you were often far from those thoughts that circled around the organization he was in, Sano Manjiro, and the crimes he had to commit. In the years you’ve known him, he was meticulous in every way. From the way he cleaned the four corners of your shared bedroom to how he wanted his clothes to be folded neatly in the wardrobe, Haruchiyo leaves no stone unturned or a wrinkle in sight. Such a trait was a benefit for his occupation. Leave a trace and one was bound to get caught. He never did get caught no matter how much blood he has already shed behind the scenes. You didn't want to find out either, content on having him come home and pretend he wasn’t the grim reaper walking on earth in human flesh. Whatever Bonten does, you do not care. Whatever Haruchiyo does in that organization, you did not want to know. It was better that way, after all.

The marriage you both entered wasn't something the two of you needed nor asked for in the first place. In the end, no matter how much you wanted to try to keep him by your side and share his burdens, you only shared his last name because of a deal his boss had to close.

And yet, there were times in the dead of night, you wished you did. You wished you did try to get along with him or at least try to understand your husband. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be the sole sore thumb sticking out at your own birthday party. Confused as to why the pink-haired man you’ve called husband even planned to throw a huge party when he always made it his policy that no such celebrations should be held in the privacy of your home because it was far too risky for his would-be-enemies to familiarize. It was always at some fancy restaurant, hotel, or even throwing a party in another country. He never celebrates his birthday at home, and neither did you.

But here you are, dressed in a powdered-blue dress, about to cut the cake for the guests that came at Haruchiyo’s request. Your friends and family, including his co-workers. The smile he wore during the whole event was downright beaming, too good to be true. You figured it was either to keep up appearances—but that wasn’t what Haruchiyo would do. He never was one who liked to fake a smile. If he was angry or annoyed, he’d let you know. Smiling and greeting guests he either shook hands once or never took the time to know almost seemed like watching a doctor remove a shard of glass out of your guts. In short, it was fascinating yet terrifying to watch. Especially after you knew what occurred the past week.

“Do you want another glass of wine, hun?” Haruchiyo grinned, holding up a glass that was filled with the burgundy liquid that you were quite sure has been tainting your system since his return. There was no way you could be hallucinating Haruchiyo into existence these days since he came back from that fatal car accident.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Your beloved husband was dead. This man standing before you with the sickly sweet smile that stretched those unmistakable diamond scars was not the Sanzu Haruchiyo you married three years ago on a fine June day. Heck, you don’t even know what possessed you to trust this man into your home no matter how much he looks, acts, sounds, or talks like him. There is just no way he could be the same man. Because how on earth could the deceased be brought back to life when said late husband was definitely killed in a car accident you caused?

“Hun, you look… tense. You okay?”

It took everything in you not to flinch from his touch, scared that your act will crumble under the watchful eyes of his colleagues. Could a person tell you were the one who cut the brakes of your husband's car? It wouldn't make sense to those who would find out. Haruchiyo was a meticulous man and never failed to make sure his car was running well. Whether they’d find out, you weren't sure and frankly, you started praying to any deity listening to a sinner they wouldn't. Bonten never found out about your husband's accident. Not a single soul questioned his absence for almost four days since you saw him bleed to death in his destroyed car down the cliff. If they did, you wouldn't be here right now. The universe was definitely mocking you at this moment, laughing at your bewildered expression when he showed up just in time to plan this party you were quite sure you would be spending alone as a widow.

It was if he did not die…

“I’m alright,” you mumbled curtly before leaving his side. Anyone who is wise enough to look twice could probably tell you were not in the mood. You wished you could scream and tell everyone present that Sanzu Haruchiyo was dead. That the man in front of them was an imposter. And that you knew why because you killed him—you made sure of it. “Just a bit tired, that's all.”

So why is he here, alive and well?

His fingers shouldn't be this warm, pressing against your back and the others slipping your panties down. A slice of the birthday cake you bought lay untouched on the coffee table. Remnants of tonight's party came in the form of crumpled and discarded wrappers by the foot of the couch. Your gifts sat beside the dessert he brought with him to question you whether you wanted some or not. When you failed to reply, Haruchiyo was quick to set it down and press on with his inquiry. Needless to say, your stubbornness got you into this mess.

Haruchiyo, in the three years of marriage, rarely touched you. You could count those times with just your hands and even then, he was rarely talkative. Preferring to take and take, never give. Right now, to be under his searing touches and the way his teeth were biting on your left earlobe, was close to a dizzying experience. The wine in your system failed to mask your flustered state as you stammered out for him to stop—that it was getting late and you have work in the morning. But Haruchiyo or whoever this person was, knew you were scared. Afraid to be left alone and vulnerable under his hold. His suspicions were confirmed when you voiced out clearer this time for him to halt his actions and demand why he was alive.

“So, ‘ya kinda knew, huh?” Haruchiyo sighed, pulling away slightly to stare at the ceiling. “And to think I thought everything was going so well… You just had to spoil the surprise, hm?”

“Of course, I knew! Haru… you're my husband,” you whispered the last part, unsure how to proceed. For him to admit that Sanzu Haruchiyo—that he isn't human right at the bat was disconcerting. “W-who are you? What are you?”

“I’m your husband, silly!” the pink-haired creature chuckled, delighted at the way you trembled. “Who else could I be other than Sanzu Haruchiyo? Would you like me to be someone else?” Leaning further against you, his voice morphed into one you recognized that belonged to the older Haitani brother as he whispered teasingly into your ear causing a shiver to rush down your spine at how uncanny it was. The tips of his rosy tinted hair shortened and turned into lilac. Just for a moment, you were in the company of his attractive colleague. But you knew better than to delude yourself, never turning to confirm whether Haruchiyo’s face turned into Ran Haitani. No, you will probably sober up and run once you do because your husband… was not human. “Maybe you’d like me to look like that purple-haired bastard, huh? Ran was eyeing you the entire time… Is he the reason why you killed me? Do you wanna get fucked by him? Is it because you like that man—”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid!” you screamed then quivered, slightly taken aback by your own behavior. Haruchiyo barely flinched, his hand still holding you by your hip while the other was gripped tightly around your forearm to keep you from moving away. It all made sense now. Your husband was never human from the start and this served as a bonus to him. No wonder he never gets caught. It’s because it wasn't his face being exposed to those cameras while he did a crime. “In all these years, I’ve never looked at any other man. Haruchiyo… you were the only person I’ve been with even if you never shared the same sentiment. It was only I who fucking cared about this marriage! Do not bring another man into our problems. I… What are you doing? Stop that.”

Glancing at him, you gritted your teeth and glared at Haruchiyo’s actions of stripping your dress off. This time, he has reverted back to his original appearance that of his co-worker. Amused at how easily you cast aside the thought of fucking with a man who shared the same face as Ran for a second. When he paid no attention to your command, you repeated it once more only for your husband to pinch your clit, which elicited a sharp gasp from your lips. Anger bubbled up your throat, ready to yell at him once more until he murmured into your ear.

“Just keep talkin’.”

“W-what—”

“Keep talkin’ or I’m telling everyone how you killed me that night. You don't wanna have Bonten chasing after ‘ya, right? So do me a favor and keep talking—preferably why you decided to kill me,” Haruchiyo stated, tone cold as ice that did not match the way he was pleasuring you. His hands had a mind of their own and they were either parting your pussy folds or rolling your clit. By now, you were a hot mess, trying to muffle the moans that escaped your traitorous mouth. Upon hearing it, those blue irises staring at your expression through the glass window’s reflection narrowed. “I’ve been good to you, ‘ya know? Never hurt you. Never deliberately made you cry. Protected you from those who wanted to harm me—us. Provided you with everything you ever wanted as what your father asked… And this is how you repay your husband? Cutting the breaks and having his car fall off a cliff? Are you sick? Tell me, honey. Why did you try to murder me?”

“W-what good would it be—ah! What good would it be if I told you? You’re not dead,” you hissed, shaking under his tight grip as his fingers penetrated your wet pussy. Ears ignored the way he laughed at the slick coating on his fingers. There was no doubt you were getting aroused. He didn't care whether it was because of him or due to the pent-up frustrations that were caused by the man fingering you. Either way, Haruchiyo was pleased by the lewd reactions that you tried to keep at bay. “A-and no one is gonna believe you. Ah… Who would if I told them my husband died and came back to life again? Your friends won’t. No one will.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever I say, goes in the end. Has your pretty dumb mind forgotten I’m the second in command?” He couldn't help but laugh at the way you stiffened. Of course, no one is going to take your word for the truth. Not as long as Haruchiyo is alive and you don't have proof. The elaborate plan you had has gone up in smoke. There is no way anyone will believe you. “Plus, Mikey knows. Do you think I’ll keep such a secret from him? Who do you think he’s gonna believe more, huh? My dumb murderer of a wife? Or his long-time ally?”

“Shut up,” you muttered in a defeated tone, brows pinched. Your vision is obstructed by tears that have yet to fall. “You’ll never understand what I’ve been through all these years… and it’s all your fault—ah, shit! D-don’t—” The rest of your words died down at the tip of your tongue when Haruchiyo continued fingering you, although this time, he was grinding his erection against your ass. His hot breath fanned your ear while he took pleasure at your squirming figure.

“My fault? Honey, what the fuck do you mean, hm?” The sound of his belt buckling and falling to the floor had the blood on your face rush. “Maybe it is. But you can’t just blame it all on me. Tell ‘ya what, lemme remedy that right now. Would that make you happy? Would it be a great birthday gift?”

“W-what do you think—stop, let me go! If you want to divorce me, just do it. Don’t try to take pity on me!” You choked on your next sentence when the tip of his cock went past your ass cheeks and into the entrance of your wet cunt. “W-wait, what are you—”

A short cry escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, his thick girth spreading your pussy folds apart so the stretch was a bit stinging, yet somehow pleasant. However, you weren't going to tell him that. No, this shouldn't even be happening. You hated your husband for leaving you all alone and never cared to give you his time unless he was asked to. For him to easily make you submit like this…

“Haru, stop—”

“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, the corners of his lips curled up at the moan you made the moment his cock was all the way inside and grazing your cervix. The filthy squelching sounds filtered through the air that it was close to echoing back to you in the four corners of the living room. His hips met your ass at a rapid pace that you choked on your own saliva, digging your fingers into the armrest of the couch. The tears you failed to shed are now rolling down your cheeks in euphoria and a hint of shock at how things have turned out. This wasn’t the way the evening should have played out. It was either you leave and make him promise to sign the divorce papers—or to shoo him out of your life forever. Whatever he was, Sanzu Haruchiyo should not prolong his stay in your life. So why was he fucking you like a crazed animal right now? And what did he mean he’ll remedy your loneliness? “You’re a bitch in heat. Surely you don't want me to stop now, eh? And no, we’re not getting divorced. You’re stuck with me forever. Gonna fucking make sure of that.”

“What are you planning—fuck, right there…” Back arching, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, hoping to steady yourself and not fall forward. “If you think you could—”

“Now, now. Easy, hun,” he whispered, wincing at the tight squeeze your pussy did. It was laughable how you keep telling me to stop, but continue to clench around him as if to milk him dry. “Do you wanna spoil my gift? Be a good girl and just take it. Don’t worry, I’m a hundred and ten percent sure you’re gonna love a baby.” With a smirk on his lips, your husband pulled back until only the tip was touching the damp slit. A gasp was torn out of your mouth at the harsh thrust he did next, his cock bigger and longer that you could feel him in your throat. Speechless at the surprising size, it took a minute and a few more thrusts before you realized your husband's cock had indeed changed. Heavy balls full of fertile cum slapping against your ass that the obscene noise was egging you on to reach for that high, long forgotten was your dislike and the woes you had. A bulge was visible every time he thrust so hard and fast that you were scared it’ll puncture a hole in your tummy. The bastard was intent on having you drunk on his cock—effortlessly pulling out ahs and ohs from your slacked mouth. That was his plan—to knock you up so you’ll stay with him. You knew too much and there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo is gonna fuck this marriage up because for sure Mikey would question how a simple task such as being your husband wasn't met. “Gonna cum, hun? So soon?”

“F-fuck you! Haru… more, more. Holy shit, make me cum, Haru! Please!” Another gasp followed by a string of curses slipped past your tongue, clamping down on the monstrous dick stretching you out deliciously. All Haruchiyo could do was reach his high and spill out thick semen into your womb, grunting at your tight pussy milking his balls empty. He would not have it any other way. You whined at how you felt full, your hand reaching down to cradle your stomach. Your free hand is clutching onto the couch, legs wobbly. “Ugh… n-no more.”

He pulled out his shrinking cock, a thick white line connecting the tip to your creamed cunt. But instead of walking away or cleaning himself, Haruchiyo began to stroke his length once again, hoping to fuck you for another round. He grinned at your delirious state, your body still quivering at the aftermath of your climax as his cum started to drip down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.

“There. Now, you’ll never be lonely again, wife. Gonna make sure I’ll breed this pussy every day so you better start learning how to take care of children, yeah?”

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white-poppie · 2 months

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I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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vixensbrainrotts · 5 months

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TR men reacting to little kids wooing you

Content: reactions

Tropes: established relationship

Warnings: none (lmk if im wrong)

Summary: A little boy, perhaps four or five of age comes waddling over to you two whilst you're out on a date together and offers you a flower, confessing his spontaneous love for you. How does your man react to that?

Vixen’s two cents: hi! This has been sitting in my drafts forever so i need to get it out cause it’s collecting cobwebs. It’s sort of a random idea but whatever, i found it entertaining. Also im editing this in the car and its giving me a stroke why is the road so fucking uneven? If you have any ideas for me to write please please please my requests ans messages are open! Yeah, let me know if there are any other characters that fit those types and enjoy!

(Takemichi, Chifuyu, Souya, Hakkai, Shinichiro, Sanzu (I don’t care what anyone says. Shy Sanzu is forever on my agenda), Inui)

Nearly deceased type, it took him so long to get you. How HOW is this little ass kid wooing you better than he could ever dream of? What the actual fuck was happening? He couldn’t believe his eyes when that actual toddler came up to you with a flower, the stem freshly plucked, and a glimmer in the kid‘s hopeful eyes. The boy had almost serenaded you the way he sang praises to you: „excuse me miss, you’re really pretty! Would you accept my flower please?“. And what was even more unbelievable, was when you giggled and accepted the flower giddily. Then the little boy crossed the line: „can I have a kiss in return Miss?“. And you did. You pecked the cheek of the boy meek two minutes after meeting him! Unbelievable! It took him 3 dates to even hold your hand. Outrizzed by a five year old.

(Nahoya, Mikey, Baji)

Ready to fight the kid. He's deadass about it too, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckels and snapping the kinks in his neck, looking menacingly at that poor little boy. He doesn't care that this may be the kid's first crush, he'll crush him in return. You were his damnit and he was gonna prove it to anyone who tried him. Kids included. When you pull at his arm though, prompting him to calm down, he stops a little. What do you mean you dont want him to establish his dominance? He's genuinely stumped and just kinda stares at you for a second, watching you intensely as you lean down to the boy, whispering something in his little ear and taking the flower from him. The boy giggles at you, his former horror dissipated, instead replaced with a furious blush that spread all the way down his neck and up his ears. He blew you a kiss before skipping away, giddily going back to whatever he was doing beforehand. Your boyfriend turns you around by the shoulders immediately and gives you a harmless glare. “What the fuck was that about?” But he doesn’t get a response, as you just wrap your arms around him and laugh. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous!” Well… that wasnt the answer he was looking for but he’ll take it.

(Ran, Shion, Draken, Benkei, Wakasa)

Sitting back and watching the show. He finds the little kids advances hilarious and will gladly watch the little shrimp try to win you over whilst you’re trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. “So sweets, how old are you anyway?” The boy asks you with a smirk on his face. “Too old for you.” You answer incredulously, just about ready to cry from laughter. “No no no baby, no one has to know! It can just be between the two of us and that’s fineeee!” He draws out the syllables and leans one elbow on table you and your boyfriend are sitting at. Your boyfriend all the while has probably pulled out a phone, discreetly filming the whole thing whilst leaning back and hiding his tears. You shoot both boys an amused look and then answer the awaiting kid. “Come back to me in a few years and maybe we can arrange something, yeah?” The little kids eyes widen as he looks at you with a determined smile. “Yes! You won’t regret it! And I’ll beat up your wannabe boyfie over here once I’m strong enough too!” He exclaims and runs off leaving you howling in laughter and your boyfriend, who is suddenly enraged by a child, fumes silently, sending daggers across the room. “Relax baby.” You reach a hand over the table to hold his, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Don’t touch me.” He hisses and puts the phone down, crossing his arms in fake offense.

(Hanma, Kokonoi, Izana, Rindou)

The false hope typa guy. In this case, the boy made the mistake of coming up to HIM and innocently asking for your name. “Why, you like what you see?” Your boyfriend uses language much too mature for the little kid, but he gets a timid response of “yeah, she’s real pretty..” nevertheless. Your boyfriend chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. “I say go for it, I’m sure you’ve got a chance with her!” The little boy has wide eyes and an open mouth “Really? You sure she doesn’t have some super big ‘n scary boyfriend?” He has to suppress laughter when he answers. “I’m sure she doesn’t, go talk to her, ask her for her name and tell her that I said hi too.” And with that, he’s sent the kid on his way. Your boyfriend watches him shyly go up to you and pat your leg slightly to get your attention. He watches you smile down at the little boy and talk to him, your eyes widening and laughing when you exchange a few words with the kid. When he sees fit, he comes stalking over to the two of you and wraps his arm around your waist and smirks at the kid. “Hey there.” You greet your boyfriend and turn to look at him. “Have you met—“ he guesses that you’re about to introduce him to the little boy but he doesn’t care to listen, and leans down to shush your lips with a long, over-the-top kiss, even going as far as to cracking one eye open to look at the little boys horrified face before finally pulling away. You’re a little dazed and very confused when you look down and find your little admirer gone. You throw your boyfriend an accusing look but he only raises his hands in surrender, claiming innocent with a smug smile on his face.

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rizsu · 1 year

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pranking with: i cheated on you. jjk & tokrev im too lazy to list the characters

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zeltqz · 1 year

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tenjiku men asking you to open your window to sneak in

Including : Ran, Rindou, Mikey, Sanzu, Hanma, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Izana My first smau 🫣

—Ran & Rindou

—Sanzu & Hanma

—Kokonoi & Izana

—Mikey & Kakucho

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beeing1alive · 2 months

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Hi!! I really liked your "turning them on without knowing" post , I wanted to know if you'd like to write a second one but with Tenjiku!! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Note: Thank you for your enquiry, I was very happy about it and hope you like it

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Izana:

Gets a hard-on when you give him a tight hug

He just can't help it, as soon as he feels your warmth and smells your body odour he goes crazy

He doesn't want to let you go and wraps his arms around you even more so that you can feel his pulsating cock

Begins to place feather-light kisses on your neck and throat and asks you if you don't want to help him

Kakucho:

It especially turns him on when you try to tease him with something

I mean, the grin on your face and the galnz in your eyes

He immediately gets butterflies in his stomach and his body starts to tingle with excitement, only that the tingling mainly affects the centre of his body

And before he knows it, he's sitting there with an ever-growing bulge in his trousers

Ran:

Becomes instantly rock hard when you whisper in his ear

It doesn't even matter what you say because, to be honest, in this situation he doesn't care

It's just that as soon as he hears your sweet voice so close to his ear, goose bumps spread all over his body

Try 100% not to hide how you hit on him and will ask you if you can help him with the bulge is trousers

Rindou:

Absolutely loves neck kisses

Just can't help but let out a soft sigh as soon as you're busy with his neck

Pulls you onto his lap so he can kiss you and press his hard cock against your bum

Nevertheless, his cheeks are barely noticeably red all the time, because he's just an idiot for you and can't do anything about it

Shion:

Immediately gets a hard-on when he sees you concentrating

The way your eyes dart across the sheet of paper in front of you and you try to memorise as much as possible with a furrowed brow

Feels the need to sit behind you and look over your shoulder so that you can feel his hard cock

Will indirectly try to distract you from your work and gently rub against your bum, which only makes him hornier...

Here is pt.1

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manjjiros · 4 months

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TRICKED YOU!

ran haitani / rindou haitani / sanzu haruchiyo x gn!reader (separate)

cws: suggestive but fluffy, like actually kind of tooth rotting, little white lies, established relationship (ran), situationships (rindou, sanzu), discussions of drug usage (sanzu), bonten timeline, ask to tag

from the ASM: tricking the trio into getting some rest isn’t exactly easy. but the probability of getting it to work is not exactly zero, either.

over the loudspeaker: @sin-and-punishment

— RAN HAITANI.

“raaaan,” you whined into the receiver, rolling over in your sheets and letting them rustle against your phone.

you heard your poor boyfriend let out a breath on the other end of the line. “what’s the matter, angel? i’m a little tied up at the moment.”

you knew he was, obviously, or you wouldn’t be calling. you knew his schedule inside and out by now, when he had meetings, when he ran off on sudden jobs to handle important business you had no interest in knowing about.

it was always a little more fun to be able to pull him from some boring, dreadful meeting than when he was free to join you.

“come home,” you breathed, and you heard the way he hummed in the back of his throat.

“i can’t, come on. you know this. don’t make me feel bad.”

“but the bed’s cold, ran. aren’t you gonna come make it warm again?”

there was a brief pause and some speaking in the background. clearly he was in a meeting, which you had expected.

“warm up yourself, angel-“

“no, come home. i just want you.”

ran grunted into the phone, and you heard him pull the device from his ear and shout towards the voices in the background. it was muffled and broke up a bit; the reception in abandoned warehouses typically wasn’t the best.

“ran?”

“i’m here. just- stay put. ‘m coming. you gonna be good f’ me?”

“yeah.”

“fine. see you soon.” he hung up, and you smiled to yourself, successful in your endeavor.

you’d left the door open for him and left a set of sleep clothes at the edge of the bed for him. he hadn’t been sleeping, you knew that; the circles under his eyes and the way he forced himself out of bed in the mornings gave it away. something must have happened, or maybe something resurfaced — he hadn’t told you yet, but you could make an educated guess.

ran arrived at your place within the half hour, the heels of his slick shoes clicking along the floorboards as he made his way towards your room where you waited for him, cuddled up in your duvet with the lamp light casting everything in a warm yellow.

he nudged the door open with a huff, smiling briefly before pausing. “i have to admit, this isn’t what i was expecting.”

“what, don’t wanna just nap?”

“i thought you were calling for a hookup.”

“dirty mind! i never said that,” you giggled at his exasperated face before pulling back the covers to give him space. “come on, baby. you look exhausted. you’ve got bags under your eyes.”

“don’t say that shit, my eyes are fine.”

“because you steal my eye cream!” you pouted then, folding your arms at his pushback.

he grumbled at you but ultimately eyed up the empty space next to you in the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

“cant believe i left the meeting to come take a nap. what is this, high school? i used to do this shit as a kid. play hooky and sleep in weird places.” he yawned as he spoke, undressing his three-piece suit in exchange for the t-shirt and shorts you left out for him. you just nodded along and patted the space next to you for him to climb into.

he joined you, eventually, long limbs grabbing onto you to pull you in close and bury his face in your chest. you smiled as the scent of his cologne floated up around you, the smell of his hair gel right under your nose.

it felt like it was barely two minutes before your talkative boyfriend was knocked out against your chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

— RINDOU HAITANI.

to: annoying prick

me: come over.

annoying prick: how about a please?

me: come over Now. miss you.

annoying prick: i screenshotted that for evidence.

me: i hope you crash on your way here.

annoying prick: i didn’t say i was coming? smfh.

you rolled your eyes at your phone as you fussed with the string of his hoodie around your finger. rindou never listened when you invited him over, always giving you a hard time despite expecting you to bend to his will whenever he wanted to see you.

oftentimes things happened on his terms, not yours. which normally isn’t a problem, except for this one time when you wanted to fuck with him.

your finger hovered over the call button before you opted for another direction, opening up your camera and taking a quick photo of his hoodie string between your teeth, cute and suggestive and alluring. you made sure to get most of your upper body in the shot, laid back against your pillows.

me: [1 image]

me: come over? now?

annoying prick: is that my

annoying prick: cheap shot. stay there. don’t even think about touching.

you laughed at how quickly his tone changed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. he was a grown man, sure, but he was rude and mean and often thought with his dick rather than his head.

you heard the revv of his bike engine before you saw it through his window, clicking your tongue when you spotted him without a helmet. you understood that he was some sort of criminal, but you kind of liked him, sort of, and didn’t actually want him to crash and die.

you watched him park the bike illegally in front of your place and hop off of it quickly, straightening out the front of his suit jacket as he walked up towards the door.

you heard him grumble when the door was locked, fucking around for the spare key before finally getting inside your home and beelining towards your room.

you broke into giggles as he shoved your door open and undid the front two buttons of his suit jacket, trying to clamber over your body on the bed. “tease, calling me home from bein’ busy just to fuck around, what are you-“

“aht,” you stopped him with a finger to his chest, shaking your head, “not what i invited you here for.”

he stared back at you, hesitating and hovering over your form. “excuse me?”

you chose that exact moment to whip out the puppy eyes, jutting out your bottom lip and laying back on your pillows, “my bed was cold, rin! just wanted you to come over and take a nap with me.”

he gawked at you before sitting up on his knees and running a hand through his hair. “are you being fucking serious?”

“yes.”

“you invited me over. to nap?”

“mhm. and now you’re here. so let’s take one.”

“what the-“

“please?” you cocked your head and tried the puppy eyes again, to which he made a face, but didn’t necessarily move away.

“i don’t have-“

“you leave clothes here all the time. i have some set out in the bathroom.”

“fuck you.”

“maybe next time.” you broke into laughter as he succumbed to his fate, getting out of your bed to disappear down the hall into your bathroom. he returned within five minutes, having changed into a pair of pajama pants and forgetting his shirt, standing at the side of your bed awkwardly.

“well? come in, i’m exhausted.”

“this is weird.”

“no it’s not. just lay down, asshole.” you huffed and pulled back the covers for him. he squinted at you, having taken his contacts out, before reluctantly crawling into the bed next to you. you snuggled up against his side, to which he tensed, but ultimately ended up wrapping an arm around you anyway.

he fell asleep before you did, mouth open and drooling all over your pillow. you took a photo, not because you liked him or anything… well…

— SANZU HARUCHIYO.

convincing sanzu to listen to you at all was like trying to train a poodle. it was very, very difficult because he was very, very defiant.

you knew he hadn’t been sleeping well. you knew it well, unfortunately; his work was catching up to him and drugs weren’t your favorite solution to the problem.

you told him time and time again that he needed rest, that it was because you cared that you were nagging at him, and yet he always bit right back at you like a dog nipping its owner’s hand.

you had had enough. so you decided to play the game.

you sat in his car waiting for him to finish some job in some remote part of the red light district, in a back alley with no prying eyes or lights, really.

you sat in wait until finally sanzu reappeared in the faded yellow light of the nearest street lamp, wiping his hands on a handkerchief and kicking a lead pipe against the wall. you chose not to question his line of work.

he grinned when he saw you in the passenger’s seat, as if he had forgotten you were there, and hurried around to the driver’s seat to get in and lean into your space.

“all done now, baby.” he pressed kisses to the corners of your lips, making you giggle before he caught your mouth with his own.

you hummed against his lips, lifting a hand to curl your fingers around his tie. “haru,” you breathed, tugging lightly on the fabric, “can we please get home? wanna get into bed with you…”

he pulled back slightly to meet your gaze with his own crazed one, eyes studying you almost clinically as a grin spread across his face. “oh yeah? baby wants to get home?”

“mhm.”

“hell yeah, i’ll get you fuckin’ home.” he pulled back from you to start the car, and you gripped the oh-shit handle because you knew he was just going to peel out of the alleyway.

and that he did, whipping down side streets and revving the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh.

you giggled to yourself as you watched the veins in his arm, shaking your head. he just had no idea how easy he was to fool.

it took far shorter of a time than it should have to get back to your place, and he parked before hurrying out of the car and getting the passenger door for you.

you got out and led him to the door, feeling him stalk your every movement, only ever one step behind you. you unlocked your door and kicked your shoes off with a laugh as he tried to pin you against the nearest wall, freeing yourself from his grasp and making your way towards your room.

he grunted as he followed you, muttering something about you being a tease.

you turned on your heel once you got to your room and took a seat on the bed. “much better. i’m so tired, haru.”

“huh?”

“let’s just go to bed, how about it?” you started to get undressed as he stood in your doorway, scarred lips twitching with confusion.

“what are you talking about?”

“haru, let’s go to bed. i know you’re tired too.”

“no, this is-“

“no buts.” you stood to shimmy out of the rest of your clothing and tug your pajamas on. “strip and cuddle with me.”

haru wasn’t a cuddler, not by a long shot. but, with you…

he felt like he blinked, and suddenly he was on his back in your bed with you at his side in the dark. you snuggled up closer to him and ran your fingers through his hair.

soon enough, his breathing evened out, and you smiled to yourself as his grip on you grew tighter in his sleep.

#ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #♧ — ran haitani #♧ — rindou haitani #♧ — sanzu

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rindousbbg · 9 days

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Haikyuu boys and tokyo revengers boys who would do this.

Tr: Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Chifuyu, Baji, Hanma, izana, Sanzu.

Hq: Nishinoya, Bokuto, Tanaka, Oikawa, Atsumu.

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #chifuyu x reader #baji x reader #hanma x reader #izana x reader #sanzu x reader #nishinoya x reader #bokuto x reader #tanaka x reader #oikawa x reader #atsumu x reader

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anisespice · 8 months

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“ lemme hold that ” || tokyo rev.

mha ver.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, suggesting language, the word 'dick' said a million times, crack

note: i found the concept too funny to not do a tokyo revengers version - alsoooo i’ve been sleeping on wakasa and izana...yeh we gon fix that moving forward lol hope you enjoy <333

#🍁wasabi #brb finna throw my back out #🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️#tokyorev #tokyo revenegers #tokyo rev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyorev smau #shinichiro sano #wakasa imaushi #ran haitani #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #izana kurokawa

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kkusuka · 2 years

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tr headcannons that are cannon.

bc i said so!

cw: smut, all timeskip, afab reader, they/them pronouns

- izana has a nasty habit of flicking up skirts you wear just to see what underwear you picked that day

- if shion is interested in you he’ll follow you around like a puppy dog until you acknowledge him

- takemichi has fainted after seeing your boobs

- during meetings mikey uses your poor tits as stress balls, but only he’s allowed to look at them and everyone knows that, so when he sees come low level toman member looking, you’re left shirtless watching your boyfriend scare the shot out of some poor guy. but hey! pretty titties!

- kakucho did not know where the clit was until he saw you masturbating and was like ‘wtf are they rubbing???’

- sanzu doesn’t know when it started but he just has to hold onto your thighs whenever he sits next to you

- rindou has definitely walked in on you and ran fucking- in the kitchen- and they both have started a conversation as if he wasn’t balls deep in your cunt (can be the other way around but rindou would at least stop fucking you until ran left)

- anytime you’re standing next to hanma he has both palms settled on your ass

- draken blocks any other noise out when he’s fucking you, all he wants to hear are your little pants and moans- until somebody walks in on him fucking you stupid

- senju would 100% ask to go to a bathhouse with you just to end up asking to ‘compare boobs’ because she has all brothers and didn’t know her mother so she needs help- just to make sure everything is ok( as in she wants to touch your boobs!)

- izana has cut tenjuku meetings short because he wanted you to sit on his face

- sometimes mikey would take you to these huge dinner parties in the prettiest dress and shoes he could find and walk you around as a tiny bullet vibrator delivered orgasm after orgasm through your poor pussy

- ran gas definitely let other dudes fuck you just for you to see how good you have it- and the other guys didn’t make it too far after anyway

- mikey isn’t good with emotion but he does know that boobs = proof of god

- shinichiro’s biggest fantasy has always been fucking you on his bike

- rindou makes you moan so loud that he’s had to replace speakers in his room bc they aren’t load enough to drown you out

- sanzu has sent mikey your sex tape

- takeomi has been know to make you cockwarm him during meetings with other gangs

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skelliko · 3 months

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|°-context: them painting your nails

°-featuring: all tr boys

• it's perfect. he somehow hasn't gone over the nail and his steadiness is to die for. the amount of polish he uses on your nails is also even with it not being overflowing nor too thin. who taught him to do that hm? - mitsuya, izana, shinichiro, Kokonoi, akkun

• his hands are a little shaky from concentrating and trying to be careful with it but goes over the nail by a bit, he manages in the end and its pretty decent 7/10 - Keisuke, chifuyu, kakucho, seishu, ran, hakkai, takemichi,

• either loves, or hates the smell of the polish but complies anyway to make you happy. it turned out semi okay, needs to fill in a few small gaps mainly for the sides but that's okay. he tried his best and he's proud of himself so you should too - kazutora, sanzu, rindou, kisaki, Hanma, angry,

• thought it would be easy work but he managed to spill the bottle of polish, go over the nail and somehow brought the brush up to your knuckle. in conclusion a 5yr old could do better. - mikey, smiley, kakucho, shion

♡----

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tr headcanons #kazutora hanemiya #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #rindou haitani #ran haitani #manjiro sano #draken #shinichiro sano #inui seishu #kokonoi hajime #hanma shuji #izana kurokawa #mitsuya takashi #sanzu haruchiyo

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buccini555 · 1 month

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

★ H e a d c a n o n s, fem reader.ᐟ

★ They reacting to y/n walking around the house practically without clothes

★ 𝑭𝒕. Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo and Hanma Shuji

★ Suggestive words, petnames (baby girl, baby)

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

He would have just returned home and it wouldn't take long for him to notice the presence of his girlfriend, as soon as he noticed that she was walking through the house practically naked at first Kakucho would be a little thoughtful about why she was walking like that, but it would end questioning her at the same time.

"We'd better go to my room, don't you think?" Hugging the girl from behind and holding onto her waist, he would ask gently.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

In front of his aquarium Izana would be busy watching his goldfish when he noticed the presence of his girlfriend passing by in the hallway in front of his room, as soon as he saw her and noticed her lack of clothes, Izana immediately turned all his attention to the girl, getting up and going after her.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Holding her waist, he would question in a low tone of voice.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro would be as distracted as he had just woken up, even so, when he suddenly saw his girlfriend walking around the house practically naked, he would stay awake at the same moment, going to the girl curious to know why she was walking like that.

“Y/n, are you okay?” With a small smile, he would say as he approached his girlfriend.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

He would have just arrived home and would sit on the sofa to rest for a while, but suddenly he would see his girlfriend walking around the house, at first, Kazutora wouldn't pay much attention until he saw that the girl was practically undressed, when he realized , he got up and went after her at the same moment.

“Isn’t it too late for you to tease me like that, Y/n?” Hugging her from behind in surprise, he would speak in a mischievous tone.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran had practically just woken up and was having his breakfast in the kitchen, when he turned around at the counter, he immediately saw his girlfriend walking practically naked down the hallway, at the same moment, Ran went to the girl and gently held her by the arm.

"Let's go to my room and sort this out before Rindou wakes up." Letting out an ironic laugh with a subtle smile, he would say, taking the girl towards his room.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

Lying on the bed, Rindou was just listening to some music with the bedroom door open, from the corner of his eye, he saw his girlfriend walk through the hallway practically naked, at the same time, he got up, leaving his things aside and went to the girl , Rindou gently held her arm and brought her to her room.

"Are you crazy, Y/N? Do you want my brother to end up seeing you like this?" Placing a blanket over the girl's body, he spoke, trying not to be distracted by her body.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Haruchiyo was lying in bed just about to fall asleep, but upon seeing his girlfriend passing through the hallway in front of the room without wearing any type of clothes, Sanzu would immediately wake up, leaving his sleep aside at that exact moment as he wondered why. of the girl being like that.

He would get up, go to the girl and grab her by the waist. "What are you doing, baby?" Pulling Y/n closer to him, Haruchiyo would question in a serious tone.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

He would be distracted smoking a cigarette on the balcony while watching the cars pass by on the street, as soon as he turned around after finishing his cigarette, Hanma would be surprised to see his girlfriend walking around the house with practically no clothes on.

"What are you doing? You're not cold, are you?" Going up to the girl and hugging her from behind, he would ask with a sideways smile.

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haruchuiyo · 6 months

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black lace lingerie

content: not sfw + this entire fic is just a trip to pound town <3 + oral (m receiving) + f!reader + reader wears a lingerie + established relationship + c0ckwarming + bonten sanzu so he has blue eyes hehe

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Sanzu was dressed in black suit pants with his white shirt tucked in, leaning back against the headboard on the bed. You told him to sit there and wait because you wanna show him his gift. And when you do, he sits up straighter seeing you dressed in a black lace lingerie. You take small steps towards him to the bed.

He asks you to twirl and when you do, he sees it’s a backless one. He glances down to your chest, seeing it nicely tucked in the lingerie, your nipples protruding. He continues looking further down, seeing you clad in lace panties.

You see how his pants seem to tighten. And he adjusts himself on the bed. Leaning back away from the headboard to sit on the edge of the bed, he gently pulls you between his thighs by the back of your thighs. He softly travels his hands down your back, fingers tips ghosting over your skin. He is admiring the beauty in front of him. You sight in content at his touch and let out a soft gasp when his hands reach your backside, softly giving it a squeeze.

“So pretty, is it all for me?” His voice is low and breathless. You lightly nod your head, reaching your hands to put them on his shoulders. “So pretty.” He whispers to himself, his pink eyes all over your body.

Then you get down on your knees, your hands trailing down his chest along as you do so. You hear his breath hitch and he lets out a low moan when you put your hands over his erection, he’s stiff and hard, you can see the outline through the fabric of his pants. You unzip his pants, slightly smiling to yourself on the fact he’s not wearing a belt. You smile to yourself thinking it’d be faster to unzip him. As you unzipped the belt, you feel his stiff cock even more through his underwear. And you crane your head down, hearing him let out an unrestrained groan when you place your lips atop his clothed erection.

You look up at him, seeing his face flushed in heat and him breathing heavily. He throws his head back, biting down on his lower lip when you lick him through the fabric, grasping onto your hair, his fingers curling into it. You suck and lick his clothed cock, you reach your hands out to touch it and softly stroking it through the material. As you do, you see the tip twitch out of the fabric, precum leaking out. You lick the tip tentatively and moan at the taste as his grasp on your hair tightens.

“No more, I can feel myself come already.” He’s saying between pants and you pout. “But I wanna taste you some more.” You say, pulling his underwear down, taking his tip proper in your mouth. He gasps at the touch and bucked his hips, sliding almost all his size into your mouth. You feel tears from in your eyes at his sheer girth, you feel him pull your head up by your hair, his cock still in your mouth. He runs his tongue over his lip, brushing against his scars at the sight before speaking out.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He gently says, breathlessly. You shake your head and with that, it sends sensations down his body and he bucks his entire cock into your mouth, you almost gag on it before hollowing your cheeks out, flattening your tongue before licking him whole. He tosses his head back when you bop your head down his length, sucking on his tip, before licking the girth.

His moans and groans music to your ears, you moan against his cock as you reach your hands down to touch yourself. Rubbing your hands over your clothed clit, you barely managed to get in a few rubs before he pulls out of you and makes you stand up, his cock leaving your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

“I’d rather come inside you, yeah? Is it alright, doll?” Sanzu says as he pulls down the straps of your lingerie. You let out a slight nod at his words and he smiles proudly up at you. “That’s my good girl.” He says before pulling your lingerie down to your hips, letting it fall around your lap.

He leans his head in, seeing your pretty tits, so cute and small in his his large hands, he gives your nipple a lick and you gasp at the touch. Immediately reaching your hand out to grasp onto his hair. He chuckles at your reaction before licking your other nipple the same way. You pout at his obvious teasing, he looks at you with mischief in his eyes before going to work properly. He takes your pretty nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he licks it with the tip of his tongue. You moan at how his ministrations on your breasts feel like. Sending lightings down your body. Then he gives your other tit the same attention, you pull his face against your chest closer, he sucks and nips on your nipple harder, leaving it with a pop and his saliva on your skin. He looks up at you, his face at your bare chest, you look down before he places gentle kisses on your cleavage, kissing your breasts, the underside of them before moving up while wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you onto his lap.

You whimper out at the feeling of his cock grazing your clothed clit, you roll your hips against him as a grunt leaves his mouth while peppering kisses up your neck. Then he takes your mouth in a passionate frenzied kiss. His hands trail down your bare back as he helps you move your hips against him.

You whine when you clench down on nothing, murmuring words of ‘i need you right now’ against his mouth and he coos at you telling you to be good girl. You pout as he nips on your lower lip. You reach your hands down to pull his cock out and he grins at you.

“Needy girl, so impatient to have me inside you huh?” He teases as you feel your tears well up. He croons at your reaction. “Aw sweet doll, I’m gonna fill you up in a second okay? Hmm?” He softly tells you and you nod your head, anticipation clear as day on your face. Then you feel his hand over yours that’s holding his girth and he pulls your panties aside, before sliding slowly inside you. Your head falls forward on his shoulder at the intrusion as he groans at how tight you are around him.

He murmurs words of that you can take it, such a good girl, continuously praising you in that voice of his that you love. You nod your head against his shoulder, agreeing with him. Then he bucked his lips into you, entering you fully. And you bite down on his shoulder, he winces at the sting and lays back on the bed, letting you adjust to him. He holds your hips sweetly like you’re made of porcelain and when you’ve adjusted, you tentatively roll your hips and breathy moans slips past your lips as you fall hands forward on his chest, fisting his white shirt in your hands. His hands moves from your hips to your ass, kneading the skin as he rolls you against him.

“Feels so good .” You let out a pleased moan and he smiles at you, you lean your face down to kiss his lips. As you do, he hammers into your cunt and you gasp while falling forward onto him, gripping onto his hair.

“Still feel good, my sweet girl?” He asks as he ruts into you like a man starved. You nod your head quickly. “You’re so big, I feel full.” You manage to say between your sweet cries as he thrusts into you. He chuckles by your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

The sounds of him thrusting against you, skin against skin and your filthy noises is the only thing heard in the room. He groans when he feels you clench down around his cock, he knows you’re close even before you mumble it to him, telling you ‘i know, I know you can come for me like a good girl you are.’ And through his praise alone, you feel the pressure in your abdomen disintegrate and you come, your thighs tightening beside his body. He keeps thrusting into you and his last ones were sharp and kisses your sweet sweet spot inside you before he fills you up, spurting ropes of come and he lets out a low, rough groan as he reached his release.

He shifts his body further up the bed, rests his head on the pillow as you sit up on his lap, his cock still inside you. He holds you warmly by your hips, looking down where you two are joined at the hips. His and your come formed a ring shape at the base, and when he sees you trail your fingers down your stomach to your clit, you feel him twitch inside you. You lightly smile at his quick virility. He adjusts his body on the bed, which in turn makes him slightly move inside you and you moan at the action.

“No more.” You pout and he pouts back. “I still want more of you.” Sanzu says as he rubs circles on your hips. You move your body so he is hovering over you and you cup his face gently.

“I know.” You simply say and he raises a brow at your two words. “You know?” He repeats and you hum in reply, mischief dancing in your eyes and he grins at you. “You little tease.” He says as he pulls out of you, his cock laying stiff and hard on your abdomen while he’s watching how drops of come slips out. He clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction.

“We can’t let that happen.” You hear him say and you hum in confusion. Then you feel him push his come back inside your hole and you giggle at his actions. Your giggle was cut short when he slips into your cunt again, and coos when he sees the how your abdomen slightly bulges out when he’s inside you.

You wrap your legs around his body as you unbutton his shirt then take it off his body, admiring his slender body, his body a work of art that you could stare at all day. As he admires how you nicely wrap your cunt around him, you slightly brush your thumb over his nipple and he lets out a slight gasp.

“What are you up to now, doll?” He asks as he watches how you look at his body like he is made of gold.

“Mischief.” You playfully say as you wrap your hands around his neck and he leans down while chuckling. “Oh really?” He asks and you nod your head. “Mhm.” You say and he nuzzles his face into the base of your throat, inhaling your scent. He turns your body around so he’s beneath you, a soft sigh escapes your mouth when you feel his cock move inside you.

“You have such a sweet scent.” He mumbles against your skin and you giggle at his words. “What? I’m being honest.” He says like you did something outrageous.

“I know you are.” You giggle once again and he pulls his head up to look at you before tickling your neck by playfully licking your sensitive spot. Your giggles turn into laughter and he eats the sound up by giving you a warm and tender kiss on your mouth.

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i wrote this at 4 in the morning so if it don’t make sense it didn’t make sense lmao

if you enjoyed this, please leave a reblog and a like because that would be so much appreciated <3

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yuuuhiii · 9 days

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≡ should we kiss ?

includes : asking bestfriend!tr boys for a kiss, fluff, suggestive, hinting for something more???

notes: haven’t posted in a while! I’ve have so many whips but I can’t finish them AGH!

ken <𝟑

You’ve been hovering around Ken for hours. He said you guys would go check out that new fast food place that opened near his work. But he’s been tinkering with his bike ever since. You don’t know why you think of this and you don’t know why you tell him, but you do. You sigh for the millionth time and he smiles. “I’m almost done, I know you’re hungry.” He screws another bolt. “It’s not that.” He quirks a brow, “Then what is it?” You get up from your spot and plop down next to him, your hands resting on your knees. “Can I kiss you?” To his dismay, his cheeks redden every passing second so he turns away. “No!” He yells the tips of his ears and the nape of his neck flush red as well. “Jeez, you’d think since you’ve been raised in a brothel these things wouldn’t affect you.” You roll your eyes and he glances at you. Your lips are pulled in a pout and he can’t deny that they look so plump, so kissable. “Fine.” He mumbles, you hear him, but you tease him. “What was that?” You lean closer. “For fucks sake, I said fine.” He turns to you. He’s embarrassed but he looks cute like this. You lean in and place a peck on his lips, smiling against them. You pull away and smile widely again. “Can we go eat now?” “Y-Yea.”

takashi <𝟑

Takashi was your comfort person. In no way did you ever not feel safe around him or protected. He always attended to your needs and no matter how busy his schedule was, he always made time for you. As you walk into his studio, you’re rethinking everything all over again. However, when his eyes meet yours, your thoughts dissipate. At the sight of you, he immediately lightens up. He gets up quickly making his way towards you. “Hey you, I missed you.” He goes in for a hug, to which you gladly return. “I did too.” You smile and he gazes down at you with love . “Can you do me a favor?” You begin to blush and this interests him. “Of course, what is it.” His hands have drifted down, now clasped in yours, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. Maybe it was a little touchy for two best friends but neither of you minded it. “Can we kiss? I-I wanna practice, it’s been a while ya know?” You look down and he grins, it's a little unsettling. He seems amused and playful. “As long as you don’t kiss anyone else.” He whispers and when you’re about to question him, he kisses you. His lips are soft and he holds the nape of your neck with such gentleness. His lips move slow and agonizing against yours, leaving you wanting more. That’s when you feel his tongue prod at your lips making you jump back. “Takashi!” You squeal, red as a tomato. He laughs, swinging your intertwined hands, satisfied.

manjiro <𝟑

Now Manjiro has been your best friend for as long as you remember. Despite him going through a lot he had his moments where he’d be relaxed and not so monotone. Manjiro was a playful person at heart, you wanted to do something to bring it out. You just wanted to get a reaction out of him. See his face when you popped the question. The moment he sees you he sighs in relief. “Finally you’re here let’s go eat.” He moves to grab your hand and lead you out but you stop him. He turns around a little irked. “What?” He’s close to pouting. “Can I have a kiss?” You pucker your lips and he blinks. You didn’t even have enough time to register his lips on yours, the shock had you on autopilot. When he pulls away, you’re blushing. “You kissed me.” You say breathlessly. His brows furrow. “Yeah I was wondering when you’d finally ask me.” You’re still confused. However, he stands up straight, looking genuinely confused. “Are we not dating?” He blinks and your jaw drops. “D-Dating? You never asked me out? You never told me you liked me!” You flush and a small blush forms on his cheeks as well, more out of shame. “Shit, well I don’t know. Let’s go talk about this when we’re eating.” He rushes out, pulling you along with him. You both had a lot to talk about.

haruchiyo <𝟑

The line between best friends and something more was definitely thin for you and Haruchiyo. At least he’d make it thin. All of the time he’d make teasing remarks, and be touchy with you. You never questioned anything because you were comfortable with him. However, there was definitely something more. There had to be right? Why else does he stare at you with such admiration while you’re doing mundane tasks? You’re over at his house as he’s editing a YouTube video of his. You had just made him snacks and go to place them on his table. “Eat something, it’s been hours.” You swear you can see his eyes twinkle as he stares at you. Then your eyes glance at his lips, so pink and a little chapped. He notices your staring and blushes yet his brows rise. You bite your lip and break your gaze but he isn’t backing down. “Hey.” He calls out and you look at him again. Your mouth moves before you can think. “Can I kiss you?” He doesn’t hesitate with his answer. He pulls you towards him, straddling his lap. His hands rest on your waist as your lips connect, the both of you fitting like a perfect puzzle piece. Your hands embrace his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer. It was a needy kiss like the both of you had been waiting for this moment. And maybe you both were.

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zeltqz · 11 months

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unwind with me | haruchiyo sanzu

pairing. ex bf!sanzu x fem!reader

word count. 3.4k

synopsis. when sanzu doesn't take you breaking up with him seriously.

content. mentions of murder (bonten antics), pills, sex under the influence, sanzu being in denial, clingly obsessive haruchiyo, toxic relationship, sanzu broke into your house, so implied stalking ig? no violence though

taglist. @insayninthamembrayn @mrsharuchiyo @thisbicc @Mishueb @littleoanh @gennysuga @wenumsmol @foreshadxw @meuw02

authors note. IM BACK BITCHES (kinda sorta idk) i know i promised to post like days ago but things happened so..........yeah my fault my fault

“This is me,” you said with a small smile to your date. The uber driver stopped outside your house as you dug through your bag for your keys.

“I had fun today,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. His warm brown eyes stared at yours as you fought back the urge to kiss him. It’s late, the sun set long ago, the black sky littered with stars and the mood was just perfect. If there was another moment to kiss him it was now.

As if he was thinking the same, his eyes dropped down to your lips as his tongue darted out to wet his own. You leaned forward first, closing what little gap was left between both your bodies and you kissed him, slow and sweet.

The driver watched the slow kiss through the mirror and frowned. “How adorable. But you need to leave my car. I have other stops to make.”

The two of you pulled away, having forgotten your surroundings and you cleared your throat, bidding goodbye to your date and the driver and slid out of the car. When you looked back at the car, he had his hands in a phone gesture and mouthed Call me , making you giggle as the car drove off. You bit back on a shit-eating grin as you made your way up to your door. If it wasn’t for the love struck haze in your mind, you would’ve noticed how weird it was that your door was already unlocked.

Stepping inside your house, you flicked on the light, humming to yourself as you kicked off your shoes. You grabbed a sorry snack from the fridge and began to dig into it as you thought back to your day. This was the fifth date your friends set you up on this week alone. Each of them were exhausting and boring; the men mediocre at best, only talking about themselves the entire time and rarely asking you questions about yourself, your job or your life.

Today however, exceeded all your expectations. Not only was he nurturing, kind, and caring, he also paid for all your things despite telling him you could afford it, listened to you talking about your life and remembered bits and pieces to bring up later. It shocked you when he remembered a short joke you made earlier and even brought it up later causing you to break out into laughter.

Despite being the lovely person he was, there was still something missing. Compared to your ex boyfriend who quite frankly was crazy. You shook your head, refusing to think about Haruchiyo right now when you’re trying to move on.

With a sigh, you walked over to your living room with the intent to watch some TV, and yelp when you see Haruchiyo reclining on your couch like he lives here. Like you didn’t break up with him last week. He even had the audacity to put his filthy shoes on your furniture just because he can.

“Get out.”

He looked away from the TV and over to you. With the darkness in the living room, his face looked even more haunting as the TV screen lit up half of his face, his mouth stretched into a chilling smile that sent shivers down your spine. If you had something other than a teaspoon in your hands right now you would’ve dashed it at him.

“But you just got here…” he said with a frown.

“And you need to leave. Right now. B—before I call—”

“Call who? The police? You know Bonten basically controls them, right?” He leaned back against the couch, stretching his long arms out and smirked at you. “I practically own them. They worship me baby.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. I won’t call the police. But you need to get out.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, all teeth at you. “Nice to see you too.”

You felt like you had 400 pound shackles on your feet with how heavy your footsteps were, but you stopped in front of the couch. “Why are you here?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Can I not see you? Check up on you?” The fact he looked genuinely confused made you want to rip your hair out.

“You have a phone. I have a phone.”

“You blocked me,” he cut you off, narrowing his eyes.

You crossed your arms over your chest, fighting back a scoff. “Take the hint.” You leaned closer to his face, hoping the closeness would make your words actually enter his ears not float past him. “We. Broke. Up. I do not love you anymore.”

Haruchiyo hummed, stroking his chin, looking up at the ceiling. “No…No I don’t recall us breaking up.” He looked back down and smiled playfully when he watched your serious face fall. “I remember you telling me to fuck off and die though. That’s what you told me.” He shrugged. “Nothing about breaking up though.”

“Huh?” You blinked at him, hands clenched to your side. “It’s common sense!” You took a deep breath, stepping away from him to pace around your living room, all the while he just leaned forward, grabbed the snack you dropped on the table and began to eat it.

“You know what. Fine.” You crossed the room once more, stopping in front of him. “I want to break up.”

He shook his head taking a bite of the Oreo. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I want to break up.” You meant every single word and you noted the exact moment he realised you weren’t playing around. His mouth fell into a flat line and his eyebrows creased as he frowned.

“You don’t mean that,” he repeated, standing from the couch. You took a step back when he kept walking towards you until you hit the wall. His eyes flashed dangerously as he glared down at you. “Take it back.”

“No,” you spat back, holding your ground. Deep down you knew it wasn’t right for you to be provoking him like this, not with a track record like his. But you were sick of being submissive. “I—I mean every word.” You had to force the words out, hoping with each passing the weakness inside you left with it.

But the second you stuttered it all went to fail.

His smile only grew. “That so?”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Why’s that?” He pouted, his whole demeanour condescending as he brushed his hand over your cheek. The faint tingle of his fingers brushing along your skin had your lip trembling, fighting the urge to flinch away from his touch. He’s so scary. “C’mon, tell me why? What did I do?”

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “You’re dangerous, Haru.”

He snickered a little. “Common knowledge, sweetheart.” He moved his hand down to your chin, fighting your face up to his eyeline. “What else?”

From the corner of your eye, you can’t miss the tattoo on his forearm. The permenant, constant reminder that Haruchiyo will always be who he is. When you first saw the tattoo, you let ignorance consume you, thinking he just liked the design, but now you know the true meaning behind Bonten and their motives, you know Haruchiyo’s job excuting people he thinks are traitors. The fact when you asked for his body count and he only shrugged made you want to puke. You can’t look at the tattoo the same anymore, neither can you look at him the same.

“You kill people.”

“So?”

“So?” You blinked uselessly at him. “Are you serious? Y—you can’t just kill people Sanzu! It’s—”

“It’s Haru to you.” He had the audacity to roll his eyes but at least he removed his hand from your face. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”

You crossed your arms together and shook your head. “No. Not anymore.”

His lips twitched up into a smile, the corners of his scars following suit. Those same scars you used to kiss every night and tell him they’re beautiful and unique do nothing but scare you even more. “Do you remember what you used to say to me?” he started, slowly tilting your head to the side by your chin.

“I used to say a lot of things.” You swallowed harshly, hoping he doesn’t feel the tremble of your jaw.

“You said that you love me,” he muttered, distracted by your lips and how sexy they looked under your ceiling light, “that you cared about me…swore that you’d never leave me—”

The memories of each moment fill your mind, the images of kissing him goodbye, squeezing him tight and begging him to stay before he could leave, pouting when he told you he couldn’t stay the night because he had “work to do”.

Vaguely, you wonder that if you knew what ‘work’ consisted of, would you have let him stay the night?

“That was before…”

“Before what?” He looked at you confused, intrigued.

You took a deep breath, swallowing your emotions down. “Before you lied to me about who you were and what you did!” Your voice got higher the more you spoke, and you hated the way you sounded and the way tears fell down your face. “I fell in love with the guy before I figured out who you were. You’re a fucking murderer and I don’t love you.”

The silence was deafening, filled with nothing but the dull sound of your AC, the water from the tap dripping slowly into the sink, and the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm yourself down.

He backed away and started laughing. It was a low chuckle that slowly erupted into something more, a full fit of laughter and you couldn’t help but feel so small, like the punchline of some unknown joke.

“What’s—what’s so funny?”

He can’t stop laughing, even after he slapped a hand over his mouth to conceal it. “Nothing—nothing. It’s just—fuck. You’re so dumb.”

“I—” You blinked at him.

“You knew exactly what you were getting into when you dated me. You’re not fooling anybody with this act of yours. You like the thrill, don’t you? You had this mindset that you thought you could change me, right? That’s what this is about?”

“I didn’t— No. I di—”

“No,” he cut you off, standing in front of you again. He placed his hand on your waist and tugged you closer. “You did. You just don’t want to accept the truth.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back a whimper when you felt his lips by your ear, your legs turning weaker by the second when he whispered, “You can’t accept the fact you’re in love with someone like me.”

You inhaled sharply when he licked your earlobe. “I don’t love you.”

He hummed softly by your ear, and you hated how the sound calmed you. If it wasn’t for the fact your heart was beating so fast it might as well have jumped outside of your chest, you know you would’ve forgot about everything he did or made you feel and melted into his touch.

“Why don’t you love me?” His lips tickled your ears as he whispered, voice full of emotion and it almost pained you to spend another second with him this close to you. His face turned, his nose sliding against your cheek leaving a compellingly warm trail until he stopped by pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It was far too short for your liking, but you couldn’t help but feel relieved when he pulled away, untrusting of your own body to have the strength to pull away yourself. “What did I ever do to you?”

“N—nothing…”

“So why do you hate me?” When you shook your head and tried to look down at the ground, he lifted your head up back to his.

“Stop it,” you grumbled, trying to shake out of his grip but froze when he pressed his forehead against yours. Green eyes peeked down at yours, and your stomach ached when you saw the heat in his eyes. “I don’t hate you Haru… I just—” You struggled to find the words for the sudden inner turmoil you were facing regarding your feelings. “I don’t know.”

“So you love me? Hm?” He nudged your face back to his when you looked distracted. “C’mon.”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. You love me just like I love you. Look at me.” He gently shook you. You flicked your eyes up at him, shiny with your tears that had his thumb tingling to wipe it off, or lick it off. Either option has him satifised.

Licking your tears though will probably creep you out even more and it took him this long to calm you down, the last thing he’d want is to scare you off again. So he chose the latter, wiping your tears away as he shushed you.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I got you.” You started to cry harder to the point he needed buckets to clear it all away. He pushed your head into his chest and you wrinkled his shirt with how hard you gripped it, and sobbed silently. “You’re getting my shirt wet, baby.”

“Shut up,” your voice was watery as you stifled a laugh, embracing him in a tight hug. The tears didn’t stop until he pulled your face away, holding you with one big hand on your cheek.

“Lemme make you feel better, baby.” He doted kisses along your cheeks. You shook your head and snifled.

“I can’t.”

“You can. Look at me.” There was a hint of demand in his voice that had you forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He licked his lips as he looked searchingly across your face. He was leaning forward and your eyes squeezed shut when he met your lips in a kiss.

His hand slid down to your back, pulling you towards him till your chests touched. Your arms ached with the need to hold him back, wrap his arms around him to embrace him the way you want him to.

“Haru, n—” He sloppily kissed you again, pushing you back against the wall.

You moaned into his mouth when he moved his hands to your ass, squeezing and holding it in a painful grip as his tongue devoured your mouth, licking along yours. He always kissed sloppily, loving nothing more than to pull away and watch the string of spit break. One of his hands moved upwards to carress your waist, squeezing gently as he slowly slid up your shirt, his fingers tickling your stomach moments later.

You broke the kiss to switch angles, holding him by the back of his neck, pressing your chest as close to his as possible in an unspoken request for him to go further. He lifted you off the floor and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your mind was screaming at you for letting yourself slip between the cracks of Haru’s fingers again, but your body was aching, rolling with heat that only Haruchiyo could extinguish.

With that, he flopped you onto your bed, kneeling between your legs and started to unbutton his shirt. “I missed you so fucking much,” he said, throwing his shirt somewhere into the dark corner of your room.

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying it back.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, digging into his pants pocket for a baggie of MDMA pills. He placed one on your tongue, and slotted one on his, letting it dissolve on his tongue before leaning down to lick into your mouth. This was the level of sloppiness he’s craved, rolling his tongue against yours, sucking on it until you caved, running your hands along his chest until they reached his pants.

You hooked a finger into his belt loop, unbuckling the item and sliding it off him. He broke the kiss to look down at your hands as they disappeared into his pants, his mouth dropping open as you brushed his cock lightly. “F—fuck…”

“Feel good?” You whisper in his ear, tugging his earlobe between your teeth.

“Yeah,” he murmurred, leaning down to lay a littany of sloppy kisses down your neck and chest. You lifted your arms up and helped him remove your shirt before he was groping your chest.

His hands slid under your body and unfastened your bra, tossing it in the same direction he disposed of his shirt. “Never seen someone with better tits than yours, fuck.” He sat back and squeezed them together, enjoying the sight of his hands alone covering your whole breast. “You’re so sexy.”

His head lowered close enough until he latched onto a nipple, his tongue circled around it as he licked and sucked. Your chest stuttered in your chest as his warm mouth made you dizzy. “Haru.”

“Hm?” He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “What’s wrong?”

The effects of the pill had your mind blanking and sensations intensifying. Every vein in your body was on full alert as you felt the raw jittery energy run through them. “Keep going.”

He grinned as he watched your trip start and began sucking down your stomach. Your hands bunched up his hair, unaware of the tight grip you possessed when his tongue stopped above your abdomen. He all but ripped your pants off, leaving your underwear on and continued his journey to your thighs.

“Haru, come on,” you whispered, impatient. You were just as hungry to see him between your legs as he was to eat you out.

“Fuck…you look really good…” he murmurs as he raked his eyes down your body, focused on the spread of your legs. He hooked his finger under your panties and tugged on it, your slick attaching to his finger and he licked his lips. “So wet already?”

“...shut up.”

He chuckled and began pulling your panties down. Two big palms spread your legs to make enough room for his face. His eyes sparkled with admiation like he’s eyeing the worlds holiest relic. The moonlight bouncing from the window only made your wet folds glisten, paired up with the way the drugs melted through his system made his mouth water. He got a little lost in the moment when he slides a finger through your folds, relishing in the hitched moan that left your moan.

How he missed that sound. How he missed your sounds.

Your little breathless ‘please’ was lost behind closed ears when he licked a long stripe on your cunt. A muffled slur of his name slipped from your mouth as he slowly ate you out, focusing on the way your wetness felt on his tongue. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking obscenly so that your back arched off the bed.

Drinking from you is so addictive and sweet he thinks he might cry if he has to pull away. He pulled you closer, your body being dragging along the sheets as he continued to devour you. The closer your body was, the more hungry he felt, and his nails dug into your numb thighs painfully.

His tongue lazily licked up and down at your clit until your legs were squeezing his head, shifting restlessly on the bed to get him away from you.

“H—haru, fuck fuck fuck,” you whimpered, pulling his hair aggressively as your body shook with pleasure.

“Not yet, baby. I’m not done,” he spoke into your pussy, moving back to your clit. “Wanna lick you dry, holy shit.”

“I can’t—” You whined, trying to push him off you. After a couple more scratching and tugging, he pulled away, the bottom half of his face soaked in your slick.

“If you can’t even handle my tongue, how can you handle my cock?” As if to prove his point, his cock was thick and hard in his boxers when he stood up, moving to kneel between your legs.

Watching Haruchiyo strip was like a holy rite, the way his dick sprung out from his boxers. Especially when he began palming his length, pushing more and more precum from the tip with each jerk. Your mouth watered as you sat up slowly to get on your knees, moving to the end of the bed where he stood.

You wrapped a hand around his cock, making his hips jerk forward when you began to lap at the bead of precum beading at the tip. He let out a faint moan at the way your lips suctioned around his cock, the warmth of your mouth making his head spin the lower you sunk down.

“Just like that…” he bit his lip drawing blood as you started to bob your head up and down. Your jaw ached from the stretch and it took everything in you not to choke, but you wanted to please him, so you endured it and took him as far in as you could.

The second your nose brushed his pelvis, his hand flew to the back of your head and held you down there, head thrown back, mouth flopped open as he let out puffy breaths with each passing second your throat convulsed around his cock.

He pulled you off and positioned you onto all fours, rubbing and smacking at a single cheek. “You know what you do to me?” He licked his lips, moving his cock between your thighs and began to slowly fuck them.

The heat of his cock plus the wetness between your legs made you slowly fuck back, face tucked between your arms. His cock is nestled perfectly between your thighs and to tempt him more, you squeeze your thighs together, fighting back a laugh when he groans.

“Oh, it’s like that huh?” He pulled out and you never felt more empty despite him not even fucking you yet. “You wanna keep that same attitude in five seconds?”

“Wha— fuck!” you moaned out, nails scratching the sheets when he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust. “Oh my god! F—fuck!” Your body bounced back against him as he held your hips, fucking into you like you’re a fuck toy, submissive and pliant.

He threw his head back, closing his eyes as your pussy squeezed and gushed around his cock. He fucked you till you’re stuffed, your walls dragging along his cock with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles, voice borderline shaking. He stopped moving and spanked you again, making you jolt. “Fuck back onto it.”

“N—no,” you managed to stutter out, still keeping your stubborn demeanour.

“No?” His thrusts came to a stop.

“Don’t stop.” You frowned, straining your weak muscles to look behind you, but he shoved your face back into the sheets.

He bent forward until his back was flush against yours, and spoke into your ear. “I said fuck back onto it.” He dug his hands into your hair and lifted you up. “You gonna do as I say?”

“Y—yes.” He let go of your hair and moved back and watched with wild eyes as you slowly pushed off his cock and back down. “O—oh my god,” you moaned out, digging your face back into the sheets as you continued fucking yourself on his cock. Every now and then he’d slap your ass and groan into your ear, all sinful and low enough to spur you on and go crazy on his cock even more.

Sanzu practically felt your whole body go numb as you silently screamed into the sheets as your body trembled. Your orgasm was intense and he snapped his hips forward, making your silent scream a yelp as he pinned you back down to the bed, fucking into you with the intent of cumming inside you. You could feel his hips stutter and after a couple seconds, he slammed once more then there was a wet squelch and a moan followed by heavy panting.

He pulled out and sat back, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Your body was stiff and limp and the lack of energy made it hard for you to move. After a couple seconds, you heard him slide off the bed and begin looking around your room for his clothes. In the time it took him to change back into his clothes, you managed to lift yourself enough to roll over onto your back.

After fixing his belt, he pulled out his phone and read a message from Mikey before putting it back into his pocket. “I gotta go. Got more business to take care of.” He winked at you, taunting you now that you know the meaning behind his ‘business’ and swiftly shut the door behind him.

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vixensbrainrotts · 5 months

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Same old, same old — Sanzu Haruchiyo

Content: Angst to fluff

Tropes: bonten! Sanzu

Warnings: drugs and their aftermath, needles, cursing, (slight) description of wounds, crying, yelling

Summary: Can you really handle this again? Should you really handle this again?

Vixen's two cents: I have strayed from my typical hyper fluff for this one and I dont know how to feel about it, please let me know. I thought shortly about making this super angsty (I had a different ending in mind) so lmk if you'd like to see the 'bad' ending to this too! Im still looking for moots so please message me, I promise im not so scary. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN if you have any ideas for me! now enjoy...

When Sanzu comes into your shared high-top flat, he‘s loud. He stumbles over his own feet, curses loudly when his Jacket won’t come off his arms, and runs into the door that stands half-open to the kitchen- livingroom. You’re sitting at the kitchen island when he comes to you, and something about his entrance and the way his pace is erratic and a tad too fast to seem relaxed makes you a little wary. Something is off, you can feel it radiating off of him.

„Hey, you alright?“ you ask innocently enough, trying to look into his eyes but he won’t return your gaze. Instead he just reaches down into the lining of his suit and pulls out a slim packet, slamming it onto the marble in front of you before going past you. „I don’t want to talk about it.“ he hisses as he heads towards the master bedroom.

You‘re confused, and you try to call out after him but he doesn’t respond, so instead you shift your eyes to the item Sanzu had placed before you. It’s a small, dark grey opaque plastic baggy, and it seems to whisper to you in intrigue. You reach for it, carefully peeling back one layer of the tight wraps.

What greets you inside isnt shocking, but disappointing.

Three small syringes, all slim, and notably empty, glint in the lighting, sharp tips sparkling with a metallic, glitter like shine. You sharply inhale, covering the tips with the plastic again to hide them from view. Clutching the packet tightly you stand to rush after Sanzu, who you assume is now in the bedroom.

„Haru?“ you hate the way your voice breaks. You’re supposed to be the strong one, the one who can handle these types of situations. „Haru!“ you call out to him again when you see him disappear into the bathroom, lock clicking when the door falls shut behind him. You lay your hand on the door to the bathroom with the hand thats holding the packet, and the noise the syringes make when they clink against the door makes you cringe. „Open the door baby, please. I promise im not mad at you or anything but please just open the door!” You cry out to him, softly rapping against the door with your hand.

In response you hear him yell “Go away”, and his voice is hoarse- he’s crying - he’s ashamed. Sighing, you cradle your head in your hands, thinking that maybe you can talk him out of it, but you hear the tap of the tub start running- probably to drown you out. “Haru baby we can talk about this, please turn off the water and open the door.” You try to reach him again but it’s useless.

“Go away y/n!” He roars and you can hear him start to strip, clothes being pulled and thrown into the floor. “I’m not leaving you alone Haru! Not when you’re like this!” You pound on the door this time, expressing your urgency to him clearly. On the other side of the door the haste ends, a sniffle reaching your ears over the noise of the running water.

“And I can let you see me like this!” His voice is smaller, weaker than you have ever heard him, and it breaks you. “I’ve seen you at worse baby, and you and I both know it’s better if you’d let me in.”

There are a few paces of relative silence, only the rush of water marking the passing of time. Then you hear another wet sniffle and a sigh, and you hear him slowly coming towards the door, and you step back a little.

Your grip tightens around the packet still in your hands when you hear the lock click open, and you swore you felt yourself go lightheaded for a second out of relief when the door finally opened.

Sanzu reveals himself, and he looks like a mess and a half. Eyes red, from crying and the drugs alike, hair falling and jutting out in messy strands from where it sat in the short pony, shirtless, and as you let your eyes drift down his exposed skin, you saw the hitches. His elbows were bloody and bruised from the injections, and tiny little veins raked the surfaces nearby.

His dress shirt lay bundled up in a forgotten heap on the floor not too far from the bathtub. The water was still running and it was annoying you. With a sigh you reached your empty hand up to him, cursing yourself when he flinched back a little.

You looked at his eyes, but he wouldn't return the gaze. Disappointed, you took the step forward on your own, laying your hand on his chest and pushing him into the bathroom, allowing yourself entry. Your hand traced down his arm, and when it reached his hand, you held it tightly, turning to face him when you walked past him, and puling him along further into the room.

You tugged him to the closed toilet seat, half-forcing him to sit before you, and he let you, slumping down onto the porcelain weakly. You turned shortly, wanting to go and turn off the still-open faucet, but a weak grip held you back.

Turning to look at Sanzu, you heard him mumble something, but the noise was shrouded by the running water. "What was that, love?"

"Dont let go." his voice was frail as he croaked it weakly, and your heart broke a little.

Sighing, you leaned your body towards the tub, reaching the tap and shutting it off, careful not to accidentally let his hand slip from yours. Once done, you straightened yourself and faced him again, walking over to stand between his legs.

"Baby?" he said, eyes only half open, "are you-" his voice got caught in his throat, but you knew what he wanted to ask.

are you mad at me?

are you disappointed?

are you leaving me?

are you out of your mind for staying with me after I've gone to rehab twice and relapsed again, and again, and again?

are you sending me back to rehab?

A million questions lie unanswered between the two of you, and you choose to leave it that way as you guide his hand to rest on your waist, laying your own hands on his shoulders. You look into his tired eyes for a moment before pulling him forward to rest his head on your stomach.

Tracing his back and shoulders, you trail your hands up the back of his neck, scratching the nape a little before traveling up to the ponytail, pulling the holder out of his hair, and letting it fall open. You rake your hands through the sweaty strands, not caring about the grease.

You lean down to press a kiss against his head, hands now holding his jaw and you turn him to face you. "Im here for you, ok? I dont care what happens, I have your back. Always." you press another kiss to his forehead. "Through thick and thin, through good and bad." You kiss his jaw. "I love you baby, and nothing is going to stop me from loving you, not even yourself." Your fingers trace his cheekbones and lay your forehead on his, letting your eyes close.

"Allow me to love you all the way, please. Don't try and run when things get hard like this again, it's not good for either of us." you whisper, and you feel his breath hitch against your face.

His fingers curl around your waist, and you let him breath into you, and when you hear a weak whimper you straighten yourself again, pulling him into you again, letting him cry as you hold his head.

Looking at the wall you count the tiles. Blankly you hold your lovers head and think.

things will get better. things are better.

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