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Buying Drinks 18+ Shuji Hanma x F! Reader WC:1600+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: A day that was supposed to hold meaning to you ended up being a flop, you ended up at a bar by yourself. Being lost in your own thoughts a person buys you a drink. The mysterious man whose attention you catch as you set foot into the bar is curious why a pretty little thing like you is in the var by yourself. TW: cheating, pet names for flirting (pretty little thing, doll), drinking alcohol, Hanma knocking out your ex-boyfriend (unedited) MINORS DNI
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You didn’t expect to end up in a bar by yourself when it was supposed to be a special day for you. But it went south faster than the speed of light. Special anniversary plans that you had been planning for the past months were for nothing. You caught your boyfriend of 3 years cheating on you. Witnessing him in the act of infidelity, anything in arm's range you threw at him. You didn’t care if it injured him or not. Quickly grabbing your bag you left his apartment.  
You began to analyze everything in your relationship wondering if it was something you did for him to step outside your relationship. In all reality, he wanted to do this. If he loved you like he said he did he wouldn’t have done so. So much for so-called love...
You looked at your empty drink as you sat at the bar table, one of your hands resting underneath your chin. Trying to forget what you saw you saw another drink being placed in front of you.  Sitting up before you could speak, the bartender spoke: “From the gentlemen down the way.” He pointed to the end of the table. You see a man with long hair. The front part of his hair was blond and the back was black. He raised his glass towards you between his fingers and held a cigarette with his other hand. He has a flashing grin as his yellow orbs look at you. 
Being polite you picked up the drink and raised it back to him. Even in the dim lighting of the bar he had his devilish thing about him you couldn’t quite explain. After a few minutes half of your drink was already gone, still pondering in your thoughts you heard the screeching chair move next to you to find the guy who bought you a drink now next to you. “Hey, pretty little thing.” Cocking your brow at him ‘Pretty little thing really?’ you thought to yourself. “Hey.” “You looked like you needed another,” he motioned the bartender to bring two more drinks.
“Oh no it's fine I shouldn’t be drinking too much anyways…” 
The Bartender brought two more drinks. “Come on, one more won’t kill ya beside it would be a shame for it to go to waste…” After agreeing to take the drink he bought once again “What's your name?” he asked. “________” 
“Well _______, the name is Shuji...Shuji Hanma. What brings a pretty little thing like you down here by yourself?” “Are you going to keep calling me pretty little things while we're talking?” you asked him. “If you prefer doll I wouldn’t mind calling you doll now.” He had a bit of cockiness in his attitude when he talked but he was confident when speaking to you. You kinda liked it, no one was ever really direct with you like that. “Come on, why is someone like you here in a bar by yourself in a dress like that?”  Giving you a side eye as he looked at the dress you were wearing. The dress didn’t catch his attention, it was the look you had on your face when you entered the bar. A bit of anger with a hint of sadness. Part of him felt kinda bad maybe you got stood up he didn’t know but being the curious cat he is he wanted to know.
“Curious are we?” you brought the glass rim to your lips as you looked at him.
“Let me guess you got up on a blind date your friend set you up on,” Hanam responded. “Nope.. not even close…” He looked at your hand “You aren't married I’m guessing you got into a fight with your boyfriend.” “Close…. More like your selfish ass boyfriend of 3 years was sleeping around and today was your anniversary wanting to surprise him getting all dressed up and you caught him in bed with another girl,” you spoke in a bit of a speedy yet angry tone just the thought of it, made your blood boil. 
“Damn you do need another drink.” 
“Sorry… still kinda fresh..”
“Yeah I could tell you..thought you were gonna throw something..” 
“I did at the time I threw anything I could reach at the time.” slightly embarrassed by your response to him. 
Hanma let out a laugh “Aw man that is too good, That’s what the prick gets.” 
Just talking to him in that short period while in the bar was a nice distraction from the earlier event. With a little bit of the liquid courage to loosen you up a bit more. Maybe on some topic that shouldn’t have been talked about but Hanma didn’t mind the opening up. He found it amusing even pulling a joke here and there. 
“Do you often buy girls drinks and chat them up so you can ask them to go home with you?” you were curious even why he was by himself.
“I buy drinks for the pretty ones and yeah if I feel like it I would woo them. But I don't think I can woo you that easily.” 
“You are correct on that part, you're cute but I don’t go home with anyone I met in a bar only knowing them for a few hours.”  when you glanced at the time it was 2:30am. “Shit it's late, I need to get going.” 
“Did you drive here?” he asked. 
“No, I just live a few blocks down.”  “Let me walk you. There are a lot of weirdo out late wandering the streets.” he did a stretch before getting up from the chair. 
“Hanma no, it's fine.” You said to him.
“I’m walking you home.” he wasn’t going to change his mind. “Besides, it will give me more time with you and if I ever end up drunk somewhere I will come to your house and crash.” You laughed at his comment but in all reality he was being serious. After agreeing to you both exiting the bar into the cold night realizing you forgot a jacket the cold air hit you. Quick glance Hanma took off his jacket, placing it  over your shoulders. 
“Thank you.” you had a slight blush on your face. Walking to your apartment both you and him had small chat on random things when you heard you name as you got closer to the apartment. “_______” 
You saw your new ex boyfriend getting out of his car. “oh god.” you wanted to deadpan right now. You didn't want to see him. As he approached you could see the knot above his eyebrow must have been the item you threw at his face. “Look babe we need to talk.” when he was looking at you he noticed Hanma next to you. “Who is this?” 
“We don’t need to talk like I told you we are done.” you were standing your ground with him, you didn’t  want to hear his excuses. “He is none of your business.”
“The hell it is, we have been together for 3 years and I mess up one time you decide to get even with this dude without talking to me?!.” He tried to grab you arm but Hamna grabbed his wrist.
“She said she is done with your cheating ass get lost.” Hanma's demeanor turned a bit more serious looking at your ex. 
“What are you gonna do about it you-” your ex couldn’t even finish his statements before Hanma knocked him out cold in one punch. It happened so fast that you were in a bit of shock as your ex stood down. 
“Damn, that felt good.” a grin placed on his face as you could see his knuckles were slightly red from the impact of his punch. “Hoping he gets up so I can punch him again.” he looked towards you. “You okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” you never had someone knock out someone else for you before. “Um, do we leave him here?” “Yeah, he will wake up …. Eventually, you don’t need to worry about him, come on.” Hanma walked you the rest of the way home. 
“Thank you for tonight, it was really shitty until you came along.” you gave him a soft smile.
“Anytime.. But if i can say, since you're single, why don’t I take you out, it will be worth your wild.” brushing your hair behind your shoulder.  
“I would like that.”a slightly pink dusting your cheeks once more he was so close to you felt  the warmth of his breath with a hint of the liquor on it. Hanma didn’t waste time as he took his opportunity to feel his lips against your. A flash of heat hit your entire body when he kissed you. Lasting only for a few seconds longer both of your eyes met for a brief moment. Trying not to act like you never been kissed before you quickly asked him “D-do you live far?”  Chuckling at the slight stuttering “A bit of a way but it's fine. I wanted to make sure a pretty little thing like you got home safely.” flashing a sly grin.
You playfully rolled your eyes. Maybe tonight didn’t have to end. The least you can do is invite him to eat since he did walk you home, buy you drinks, and knock out your ex-boyfriend. “I’m gonna make something to eat right now… are you hungry?”
His eyebrows slightly raised at your question “Now that you mention it food does sound nice. If your cooking I wouldn’t decline”  Hanma responded as he followed you into your apartment.
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withlovetengen · 1 year
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What to expect in a relationship with Rindou (Nsfw) with a smidge of sfw
Minors go away!!
There isn’t much information about him as much as we wish there was more, so I’m going based off what we know and experiences with individuals who are similar to him in a sense.
This is really just a shit post lol…enjoy~
Rindou is extremely charming, carrying himself with an aloof yet high and mighty presence that will make anyone feel the tension at a close proximity.
Donning a constant smirk or shit eating grin, this man can have you swooning with just a few simple charming gestures
He is extremely sweet and loving to his partner, but that doesn’t stop him from enjoying rough yet sensual play
He doesn’t even need to touch you for you to be turned on, he loves some good mental foreplay, if you’re able to hold a conversation with him throughout sex you’d have him wrapped around your fingers.
He loves mind games, teasing etc. when you’re not with each other, sending him nudes or playful messages would send him over the edge awaiting your arrival home.
I feel like Rindou can be quite the talker once he’s comfortable with you. He will talk about almost ANYTHING under the Sun. If you two share similar interests it would make him fall even harder for you, even if you both liked totally different things it would make him find you all the more interesting.
He plays fair and wants equal give and takes between his partner and himself. What he gives he expects back and so forth.
^ 69 would probably be one of his favourite positions (everyone wins)
He loves music (as we already know) and a partner who shares similar tastes in music, or even shows him different bands or songs etc even going as far as making a playlist for him, would steal his heart in seconds.
Going back to the “equal” talk, he is big on giving you pleasure, but he does expect the same amount back so be aware!
They say libra men tend to be good in bed, idk much about Libra men but I do know enough about Rindou to say he’d be the best fuck of your life no doubt.
He is extremely good at giving head, but again he expects the same treatment.
Rindou is and can be VERY romantic. He isn’t the second best boyfriend for nothing 😭
This reflects in all aspects of life between the two of you, whether you just started dating OR making it to your 25th anniversary.
Honestly, I think he loves cheesy sex (when I say cheesy I mean this lightheartedly) he’s a sucker for candles and rose petals, dim the lights and set the mood.
He can do quickies, but the comfort of your own space with just the two of you alone works best for him.
He is very responsible and respectful. He knows when to keep sex separate from professional settings, prying eyes, and won’t put you in an uncomfortable spot in public.
Dirty talking is very important, but he doesn’t appreciate OVERLY nasty and aggressive comments.
A simple “yes daddy!!” Would make that man soft in an instant 😭
Telling him how he’s making you feel, what you wanna do to him etc is enough to drive him up a wall.
He is a dominate partner, whether it’s in the bedroom or not, he likes to take the lead and guide you. Not that he is controlling, (he is not) but more that he cares enough to look out for you and be the one you can rely on.
He likes his back rubbed and scratched, massaged you name it! If you playfully smacked or pinched his ass he wouldn’t even be mad lol, he’d return that energy right back playfully.
Enjoys all things butts. Doggy, anal, (If you’re feeling confident, you could probably get away with convincing him to try some stuff on him)
Rindou loves things that captivate his eyes, he loves beautiful and shiny things. Wearing jewelry, even body jewelry! And lingerie make his heart swell. He loves when you accentuate your body that he adores so much.
Rindou doesn’t strike me as a man to TRULY have a type. He loves everyone of all shapes, sizes and colours. So long as you both can click mentally and emotionally, a romance so lovingly sickening will grow.
Although, he would definitely try to style you to match him. He’s most definitely a streetwear enjoyer so be aware to add some pieces into your wardrobe.
LOOOOVES doing it infront of a mirror. Remember when I said he love’s beautiful things? He wants to watch you from every angle. Doing it, in the mirror, would probably film it too.
Even though he is dominant, he does enjoy for you to take the reigns every once and a while (which is why I mentioned that MAYBE you could convince him to try butt stuff)
He loves someone who can be strong, and hold them selves together. Someone with a daring personality, who doesn’t conform to the norms of society.
And even when you’re not strong, he will help put you back together and love every single part of you wholeheartedly.
Very emotionally involved with you, though the sex is great, Rindou doesn’t just date to date, or fuck to fuck. He does everything with INTENTION even if he could be hard to read at times.
Rindou has come off as head fast and cruel, while also a big troll next to his brother (which I will definitely do an updated head canon for!) but that doesn’t mean he isn’t emotionally invested in what he does.
I truly truly truly believe that Rindou is a big softie. He just needs someone who is able to look past the ego and walls he tends to build up.
I also feel that, in order for a romance to brew there has to be some sort of friendship already built between the both of you. (Friends to lovers arc when)
He also really appreciates affection, especially compliments on the way he looks etc.
He’s the type to go out of his way to do things for you. Whether you’re sick and need him,
OH
I know y’all have been waiting for this so..
THE QUESTION
THAT HAS PROBABLY BEEN ASKED OR THOUGHT OF WAYYY TOO MANY TIMES TO COUNT
how big is that duck??
Duck
Duck
Dick*
:’)
I couldn’t keep it serious no matter how hard I try.
Rindou has one of the best dicks in Tr by far, not that he’s got the #1 spot, but he’s definitely in the top 10.
It’s beautiful, like him. Very good length + girth. Truly knows how to satisfy you even if he’s a virgin. Most of his skills come from actually getting to know you and what you love, this being his need and craving for balance and equality in your relationship.
He’s uncut, I’m sorry but tbh uncut dicks reign supreme.
I wanna say he’s around 6.5-7 inches, definitely still see a print when he’s not hard.
Very clean too, he really likes to take care of himself.
There’s probably still so much more I haven’t written, but Rindou is 10/10 the best boyfriend, husband, you name it. He’s so full of love, and I think that with the stigma of him having roppongi at his feet, it makes him look a lot scarier and more intimidating than he truly is.
He’s just a big nerdy baby, who deep down just loves to drink, have a good time, listen to music and dj, probably plays video games too, work out etc. He’s definitely a hopeless romantic too, he’s waiting for the right one, the right one just so happens to be you. <3
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ilyluffy · 2 years
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𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 || 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: mitsuya is an artist in need of a model. his roommate should do nicely
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: roommate!mitsuya takashi x afab!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut/roommate au (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: h*ntai artist!mitsuya, sub!reader, taking nudes, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering, petnames (gorgeous), hair pulling, cum swallowing, vaginal sex, mating press
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k+
for @/thomaphoria ‘s “they were roommates!!” collab
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𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓… again. you understood being an artist nowadays wasn’t the most profitable career but still. mitsuya was always apologetic for putting you, his roommate, in these positions where you had to cover the month's fees but at this point his sorrys weren’t enough.
you needed money. you couldn’t really afford to cover all the bills. that was why you took in a roommate in the first place. at this point you were willing to do whatever it took to help mitsuya pick up the slack.
luckily mitsuya was more than willing to accept a bit of assistance. as it turns out mitsuya’s been struggling with his work predominantly because he didn’t have a good model. he needed a real person to use as a reference and you seemed to be the perfect candidate.
that didn’t sound too difficult. all you had to do was let him take a few pictures of you so he could draw your anatomy? sure why not. if that would make him sell more of his mangas. that’s what mitsuya did for a living after all. he drew and sold mangas. although you were under the belief that they were regular shoujos.
that couldn’t be farther from the truth. admittedly you hadn’t asked for clarification as to what genre mitsuya specialized in but you were about to find out. it all started to be revealed when mitsuya took you into his room in your shared apartment and asked you to take your clothes off.
“w-what?” you stutter out, reflexively using your arms to shield your body.
mitsuya blinks, looking confused as to why you suddenly became so flustered. “you’re going to model for me, aren’t you?”.
“w-well yes…”.
“then i need to see your pussy” you replied as if it’s the most casual statement in the world.
your cheeks heats up as your flustered level grows. “what… what do you draw again?”.
“hentai”.
finally it dawns on you. at this point you’re about ready to explode from embarrassment. you’re not sure what to do. is it too late to back out of this? because getting naked in front of your broke roommate feels like it’s going too far.
mitsuya must have sensed that you were uncomfortable. frowning, he puts down the camera he had been holding. “if you don’t want to, it's okay”.
“i…” you trail off as you weigh your options. sure, this was out of your comfort zone but then again… you really didn’t want to cover the entirety of the rent for the rest of the time you lived here. if being featured in his porn made both your situations easier than so be it. “no, it’s okay. give me a second”.
turning your back to him as if trying to hold on to even a sliver of privacy, you strip out of your clothing. you fold it up nicely and set it down on an empty chair in takashi’s room. when you spin back to face him, completely nude, you swear you witness mitsuya suck in a breath.
“o-oh wow”. before you can ask him what’s the matter mitsuya’s grabbing his camera again and aiming it toward you. “tell me if you want to stop at any point. i’m just going to take a couple photos so i can use them for reference later”.
you nod, awkwardly letting him snap a few pics. eventually mitsuya leading you over to his bed and having you lay down. this new angel feels a bit more intimate but you let takashi work. with the camera clicking echoing in your ears, soon you feel mitsuya situate himself between your legs.
“hope you don’t mind” his breath fans against your cunt as he speaks. the camera lens is only a few inches from your hole. “this is the most important reference… need to get a close up of it”.
you say nothing, a little worried that you might allow a moan to slip past your lips. it’s humiliating but something about this is turning you on. your skin feels like it’s on fire when mitsuya places a hand on your thigh to push your legs a little further apart. your clit feels needy, eager to be touched. you’re unsure of how mitsuya realizes this but he does.
“maybe i should… put one of my fingers inside?” he inhales sharply. mindlessly you nod. any fear of crossing boundaries with your roommate having longed disappeared. getting your permission, mitsuya cautiously slips a finger in. he’s surprised to find you wet but sticks in another. “you’re so wet”.
a gasp escapes you when he starts slowly pumping his digits. “d-don’t say that. a-are you taking your pictures or not?”.
“i am, i am” mitsuya reassures, taking a snapshot with his free hand. just as he does he curls his fingers, eliciting a moan from you. “can get one of me using my tongue too. what do you think?”.
“yes, fuck, please” you whimpered, unashamed that you desired more.
handing the camera to you, mitsuya informs you that he needs you to take the following photos. you obey, trying your best to keep the device steady as mitsuya dives in between your legs. somehow you simultaneously moan and take a picture when mitsuya’s tongue suddenly circles your clit.
that doesn’t last long. his mouth proves too much for you to bear and the camera falls out of your hands when you are overtaken by pleasure. it feels so good feeling him suck on your clit as he puts his fingers to use again. your back arcs when the hand that was once holding the polaroid takes a handful of his hair.
mitsuya groans when you give his locks a harsh tug, sending vibrations throughout your body. he’s moaning about your taste as he eagerly slurps up your slick. the licking sounds are increasing in volume. if you weren’t on cloud nine right now you might have been embarrassed.
“shit, are you going to cum, gorgeous?” mitsuya asks, tongue still flicking against your folds. “i can feel you clenching around my fingers”.
“i-i am. t-taka, wanna cum” you squeal. “please”.
granting your wish, mitsuya sucks a little more harshly and moves his fingers at a faster pace. a few moments later your gummy walls tighten and your juices are released onto mitsuya’s face. he drinks it up like it’s water from the fountain of youth. the satisfied moan he lets out is reminiscent of a man who’s just tasted the sweetest honey.
“jesus, you’re delicious” mitsuya raises his head to wipe your cum off his chin. “you’re my muse”.
you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to respond. before you can utter a single sentence, mitsuya’s retrieving the discarded camera and removing his own clothes. as you ask him what he’s doing mitsuya’s lining his freed angry cock up with your hole.
“w-we’re not done” mitsuya answers, sliding inside. your loud moan bounces off the walls as he fills you up. wordlessly he folds your legs against your chest and captures where your body’s connect with the polaroid in his hand. “didn’t get a picture of your face while you were cumming. that’s important” he explains, dick twitching inside of you. “𝐖𝐄’𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐓”.
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vay99 · 1 year
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Mikey x reader
Late night rides
Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers
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"It's 3AM what do you want Mikey? Nooooooo. I was asleep you idiot. What??? Now? Fine." hanging up your phone you stare at the ceiling. "Why can't he annoy Draken at this time?" 
You put on some jeans and a hoodie as you sneak out of the front door as quiet ay possible. 
"Hey (y/n)!" Mikey greets you, not caring for the time at akk. 
"Shhhht you dumbass." you shush him, hands over his mouth. "My parents aren't as chill as your grandpa." 
"Yeah yeah, put this on." he hands you his helmet before you drive off to a destination only he knows. /Why did I get out off bed for this? My warm comfy bed. Mikeys back is warm as well. I might just/
"We're almost there." Mikey wakes you from your thoughts as you leave the town behind you. 
"Where is there?" 
"You'll see." Mikey laughs, enjoying the late ride. That boy would live on his bike if he could, well he did fell asleep on it more than once, not while driving, so he actually could. 
"The sea?" you question, still sitting on the bike. 
"Tada." Mikey points his hands towards the sea while smiling like an idiot. 
"Mikey... you woke me up at 3AM on a school night for the sea?" you get off the bike, not sure whether to throw the helmet at him or not. 
"Yep." he proudly announces. 
"Why?" 
"Because tonight is the perfect night to see the milky-way." his hands now point at the sky which you haven't given much attention until now. And he was correct. 
"Wow." 
"I even bought a towel so we could lay on the beach. Come on it'll be fun." Mikey takes your hand as you walk a bit, before sitting down on the towel. 
"This is really amazing." you mumble, eyes glued to the star filled sky. 
"Isn't this better than sleep?" Mikey asks with a smile. 
"It is. But thanks to you I'll probably fall asleep during the lessons." you scold him. 
"Just skip school." he casually answers, laying his head on your lap as he looks up at the sky. "Life is too short to do things you don't like." 
"Mikey as inspiring that sounds I can't just quit school. I'd like to go to college some day." you remind him, laying back as well. 
"But why? College is boring, school is boring." he closes his eyes as you start playing with his hair. 
"It is, but I wanna become a surgeon." 
"You know how much you gotta study for that? Are you alright???" 
"If I were a surgeon then maybe I could've saved Baji." you stop your hand for a second, resting it on Mikeys head. "You guys always get yourselfs in trouble, Draken nearly died. I can't just watch you guys doing that over and over again. I've always loved anatomy, but after the last incident I've set my goal." 
"You're really determined to do so, I see." Mikey smiles quietly to himself. "It's your way of protecting your friends." 
"It is. That doesn't mean that you can get yourself on deaths doorstep each day, got it." you squish his cheek. 
"Yeah yeah got it, not before sore finished." he jokes and instantly regrets it as you remove your hand from his hair. "No no I'm sorry, please continue." 
He may be the boss of Toman but he loves when you play with his hair. Sometimes you really forget that he's just 15. 
"Are you cold?" Mikey asks after some confortable silence. 
"Mhm? Now that you say it yes." 
"You've been shivering how didn't you notice." he starts laughing as he sits up and hands you his jacket. 
"Won't you-" 
"No were not gonna discuss that again. Wear my jacket." Mikey cuts you off, smiling proudly as you put it in. 
Laying back down you keep admiring the milky way as you talk about everything and nothing and the things in between. 
"It's already 5AM, shit I gotta get home." you notice as you check your phone. 
"Awww, already?" Manjiro sulks, but doesn't interfere as you gather the towel. Casually intertwining your hands he walks back with you towards his bike. The ride home goes way to fast for your liking, if it weren't for school you'd wanna drive until sunrise. 
"And wasn't this worth it?" Mikey asks as he gets off his bike. 
"Yeah, but not totally. I still miss something." you say as you think to yourself /Don't chicken out this time/
"Huh? Did you lose your phone?" he panics. 
"No Mikey." you exhale loudly. "I meant something... like a... kiss?" /Oh damn I did it/ "Can I get a kiss?" 
"A kiss? But we aren't even together yeoooooh." his realization kicks in a little too late. "Are you sure that you want this?" 
"Yes. I like you." you confess as short as possible. All the tries in front of the mirror made you come to the conclusion that long confessions turn you into an awkward mess. 
"I don't recommend that." 
"So you don't like me back then?" 
"No! I love you but, I'm a mess how can you like me?" Mikey looks at the ground. 
"You're not fair. You haven't answered my question yet and already ask one."
"Huh?"
"Can I kiss you?" you repeat your question. 
"Yes." Mikey consents, barely above a whisper. 
Closing your eyes you pull him closer by his neck as your lips find his. Your tiredness leaving your body as your heart is set on fire. His lips are softer than you expected. 
"Now my question." he requests, forehead leaning against yours. 
"Mikey, you may be a mess but so am I. And I like the mess that you are." you laugh, heart still beating as crazy as ever. 
"My turn~ Can we kiss again?" 
"Yes please." Mikey nods before connecting his lips with yours again, both addicted to the taste of the other. Both of his arms around your hips while you're still sitting on his bike you really don't wanna get off the bike now. 
*15 minutes of making out on his bike later*
"Isn't this better than sleeping?" Mikey asks as your lips part, his hair a complete mess. 
"I could be making out in my dream with you as well, without having to leave my bed." you tease him, not wanting to go to bed and school. "We can cuddle in my bed."
Oh he loves that suggestion, so you sneak threw the door and cuddle up in your bed, not caring about what happens when you wake up. His arms wrapped around you in your warm bed is all you need think about.
Bonus:
"Huh?" you turn off your alarm, completely lost, only to notice the arms around you waist and Manjiro sleeping next to you. "Oh."
"(y/n)? Are you awake?" your mom asks as her steps get louder.
"Oh shit." you try to hide Mikey under the blanket and pillows.
"So you're awake, hurry or you'll be late for school." she leaves your room again. "Oh and tell Manjiro that he should hide his shoes next time he sneaks in."
"Fuck." you groan, waking up Mikey.
"Morning. What's up?"
" You're an idiot."
"But you said you love me."
"You're an idiot, that I love."
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dr4kenlvr · 1 year
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Hanma + "rest, let me do the cleaning" pls :D
prompt: "rest, let me do the cleaning" + hanma shuji
nana's note: gaaaaah !!! hanma housewife anyone ??
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the birds sang loudly as you pulled back the blinds and opened the window wide for some well-needed fresh air. you had just finished washing the dishes, loading the laundry and needed to sweep the floors.
as you go to grab the broom from the closet, the doorbell to your home unexpectedly rings. you furrow your brows, peeking your head behind the wall. you weren't expecting anyone, except—
"s-shuji!" you gasp, sparing a glance at your watch: only 7:36 PM. "you're home so early, what happened?" you pry, watching him remove his shoes and offering to hang up his blazer.
hanma grins happily, so relieved to see his darling at home within earlier hours. "work wasn't busy, boss had enough men on the job and sent me home—"
he bends down to press a loving kiss on your lips, "—to do that." and before you knew it, the broom you so long forgotten about, was swiped right out of your hands.
"but really, i'll take care of it from here." he smiles down at you, guiding you towards the expensive leather couches. you attempt to protest, but get hushed rather harshly with taps on your behind. "nu huh—rest, let me do the cleaning for today, 'kay? you just sit nice and pretty for me."
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vivianette · 1 year
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🍓AN: @virtue-and-beneviolence babe u sent me ask about justice for our whore, shuji being loyal and I accidentally deleted the draft aND I DIDNT KNOW ITLL DELETE THE ASK TOO😭😭 anyways all I wanna say is someone who had beef with a hanma stan woke up and decided to spew bs on the internet and the rest of the fandom decided to run with it.
🍓Synopsis: hanma is a loyal person cannonly so here is a lil something about that.
🍓Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Female Reader
🍓Warnings: angst/fluff, manga spoiler about kisaki’s you know what.
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Hanma Shuji was a lot of things, a thief, a con man, a criminal and an absolute menace to society but he was definitely not a cheater. He carved your name on his heart the day the three big words were exchanged. Hanma gave you his heart and he wasn’t planning on asking it back anytime soon or ever. There weren’t many concrete things in his life, not many things he was sure of but you were there, he’d never been more sure about anything in his life so when you asked that silly little question of yours it hurt, it hurt real bad. “Shuji would you ever think about cheating on me?” You asked giggling. It was a harmless question, you were joking, he knew you were, you had the stupid little habit of asking him pointless questions and what ifs you came across on tiktok but the question still made him sad and honestly a bit offended.
He scoffed leaning back on the couch looking directly at you with such an unpleasant expression you almost regretted asking him that in the first place. “Why don’t you tell me if I were to cheat on you or not” he stated sternly folding his arms, his eyes daring you to say that he would. The sudden change in atmosphere was painfully suffocating, it was just supposed to be a funny joke like all of your other questions you’ve asked him, he had never mind those before he’d even answer them so creatively like when you asked him if he’d still love you if you were a worm he didn’t waste a second to tell you that he’d search for nutrient rich soil to keep you in with the finest and reddest apples he could find to feed you and even build you lego theme parks. So you weren’t expecting him to get all serious about this stuff.
You were finding the right words to not further offend him as you nervously laughed “I uh I hope not shuji come on it doesn’t matter it jus-“ “it matters to me Y/N, what my girlfriend thinks about my faithfulness to her and our relationship does matter” he says with such hurt in his eyes it made you sad. It’s not just this that has been bothering him for a while now but also when that one friend of yours keeps telling you about him looking like he’d cheat, something about the “vibes” he give, whatever the fuck that means. He had been nothing but a faithful partner, not just to you but also to his deceased best friend. He still visits his grave regularly with flowers for fucks sake. Hanma is not dumb he knows what talk goes around about his relationship with you. ‘He’d get bored of her’ ‘they won’t last long’ she’d find someone better’ and he knows that you might. Hanma Shuji, the man who has it all, doesn’t look like it but deep down he’s insecure and he tries to the fullest to give you the best of everything. Sure he’s not great at expressing shit with his words when it comes to mushy stuff but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you or would ever even think about cheating on you. He just wishes you’d give him more credibility than that.
Your gaze soften when you hear him say those words. Ever since you got together with him you’ve been slowly trying to make him more expressive about his feelings and his words right now made you both proud and extremely guilty for even questioning his loyalty to you even if it was just a joke. You quickly walk over to where he was seated and take his hands in yours sitting beside him “I’m so so sorry Shuji” you say “I had no intentions to hurt you like that” he’s looking at you waiting for you to finish. You felt stupid to even ask it in the first place when your here looking at the matching necklace around his neck that you both got on your first anniversary. He wears it all the time.
He sighs squeezing your hands gently “I will never even think about cheating on you doll” he finally says “I know baby I know I’m stupid for even asking you that” you scoot closer to him and kiss his cheek as he smiles faintly. “I love you Shuji and I trust you with all I’ve got” you smile and he mirrors you “I love you too” he says and he leaves a quick peck on your lips “but imma need to have to delete your tiktok account now” he’s grinning, that’s your shuji.
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cowboyjigen · 9 months
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mmmm dial drunk by noah kahan but w baji or kazutora hell even mitsuya or chifuyu
I gave your name as my emergency phone call // Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up // I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you
just thinking about him drunk out of his wits getting into some petty fight with some other punk & when the cops pick him up his first instinct is to call you. but after a pretty messy break up you have no interest in picking up the phone. figuring he got himself into the mess he can get himself out.
I beg you, sir, just let me call // I'll give you my blood alcohol // I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell // I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag // Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back // "Son, are you a danger to yourself?" // Fuck that, sir, just let me call // I'll give you my blood alcohol // I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell // I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge // Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back // "Son, why do you do this to yourself?"
him trying so desperately pleading that you will call back you will listen you will be there for him. but it doesn’t happen. it won’t happen.
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hornyanimegirl · 2 years
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He’s my Boyfriend after all
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featuring . . . MIKEY (MANJIRO SANO)
includes . . .  mentions of death, blood, and angst
notes . . . my friend gave me this idea, just thinking about Baji’s death brings tears to my eyes. my eyes watered when i was writing this. i really do hope you enjoy
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The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was void of clouds. Mocking you for your worried expression and rapid beating heart.
Mikey had left a few hours ago to a fight Toman would participate in. He gave you minimum details and left you with the words “we’ll get Baji back”.
You hated times like this, where Mikey thought it was best for you to stay behind instead of tagging along with them. You knew you were only a hindrance, since you weren’t a very good fighter, but you still wanted to be there. Anything was better than sitting here worrying about everyone else, not knowing what was going to happen.
You were scared, terrified even. That someone would bring you the news that Mikey was killed in battle, or that someone else had died, and you weren’t even there to see it. You wouldn't be there to hear their last words, and you wouldn’t be there to say goodbye.
Emma continuously tried to talk to you, to get you out of your anxious state and have some fun with her. You appreciated it you really did, but when those boys are out there fighting for their lives, you felt it was wrong to go on giggling and laughing while they were struggling.
As soon as Mikey left, you sat right next to the door, waiting for your boyfriend's arrival, hoping it was him and not someone else. Praying that your worries would all be for nothing, he would walk through that door with his famous smile and carefree attitude as he greeted you with bruises everywhere, just like every time.
You would patch him up as he recalled the fight and told you everyone was ok. Just like they always were. Because they were strong, and he would repeatedly tell you there was no need to worry, because he would always come back home to you.
But this time as the door opened, your boyfriend walked in. He wasn’t carrying his famous smile, and he wasn’t teasing you as soon as he walked through the door, and there weren’t just bruises on his body, he was covered in blood.
This time was different, you could feel it. You silently watched Mikey take his shoes off by the door and drop his Toman jacket carelessly on the floor.
When he finally looked up to greet you, his eyes were dull, and the smile he was wearing didn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m back love, I told you I would be okay”
He was okay, but what about everyone else. He always reassured you that everyone else was fine and the mission was a success. What's wrong now, what happened, who’s hurt?
Mikey could see the way your brows furrowed, and he could tell the wheels in your brain were working a mile a minute to think of all the possibilities that could have happened at the fight.
He knew he had to tell you, knew that you deserved to know. But right now, he just wanted to be in your warm embrace before he breaks into two right before your eyes.
You were snapped out of your head when Mikey pulled you into his chest. His grip was tight, as if you would disappear as soon as he let go. His face was buried into your neck, and although Mikey was always clingy, you knew something was wrong.
He hadn’t teased you about being so worried about everyone, and he hadn’t asked you to patch up his wounds. He didn’t gloat about how amazing he did in that fight and how “those idiots didn’t stand a chance”.
“Mikey, what happened you have to tell me" You voice was just above a whisper, your breath fanning his face, and his arms tightened around your waist at the way your voice cracked.
“We didn’t complete our mission” Mikey’s voice was smooth as he spoke, there was no hint of hesitation, and you hoped that was a sign that nothing else was wrong. You hoped that everyone was okay, and they would all be here tomorrow morning uninvited while you and Mikey are still cuddled up in bed.
But wasn’t it his mission to get Baji back? So, does that mean Baji won’t be here tomorrow?
When you heard what happened at the Toman meeting where Baji announced that he was leaving Toman, you had cried yourself to sleep that night, while Mikey did his best to comfort you.
Baji is your best friend, and no matter where he was, he always would be.
Back in middle school, Baji had suddenly stopped hanging out with you as much as before. He was always coming up with excuses for why you guys could never hang out. This had made you question your friendship with Baji, and it led to you screaming at him. Baji realized that his friendship was on the line and decided to introduce you to the new friends he made.
“Okay guys this is my best friend Y/n”
You were trying hard not to laugh that day. All his friends were leaning on their motorcycles, one didn’t even have a motorcycle, it was a moped.
You couldn’t hold it in, and you started cackling in their face.
“You joined a biker gang”
Baji’s ears had turned pink, but before he could respond Mikey did.
“Hey, we’re a really cool biker gang”
You giggled at his protective stance and put your hands on your hips.
“Really? Because you don’t even have a bike”
That was the day you met Mikey and everyone else on Toman became some of your greatest friends.
“Baji’s gone” You could feel the wet tears on your neck, and the way Mikey pulled you even closer to him.
You knew what he meant by gone. But, you didn’t want to admit that your best friend had left this world without you. You wanted to believe that he just didn’t come back to Toman, that he put up a great fight and they couldn’t bring him back.
You wanted to believe it but, the tears in your eyes betrayed you. Baji was dead. You would never get to see him again. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.
A few days before Baji left Toman, you guys went out to get ice cream together because it had been so long since you guys had hung out.
You guys were having a great time, talking and laughing about the most random things when Baji randomly got serious.
“Hey, take care of Mikey for me okay”
You were obviously confused and just answered honestly with a soft smile on your face.
“Of course, I will Baji, he’s my boyfriend after all”
And now you know why he said that. Because he wouldn’t be there to do it himself.
Your body racked with sobs, and all you could hear was Mikey apologizing repeatedly to you. Telling you how sorry he was that he couldn’t protect him, how sorry he was he couldn’t bring him back to you, how sorry he was that he was gone.
But as he said those apologies, you could see the tears in his eyes. He was hurting too, and I'm sure everyone was. One of their best friends had completed their short life.
You sobbed into Mikey’s chest, and it was another night of crying for you.
You didn’t know what to feel, you wish you were there to say goodbye, but you also knew that he intended to leave Toman, that he knew he wasn’t going to make it. You wanted to respect his decision, his decision of death.
You and Mikey were laying in his bed, he had already fallen asleep, and you were just watching him. His eyes were swollen from crying, and strands of hair covered his face.
You gently moved away the strands of hair and cupped his cheek.
“Of course, I'll take care of him, he’s my boyfriend after all”
The sad truth was, that was one of the last things Baji had said to you. The last thing he asked you to do, and you would try your hardest to fulfill it, because Baji is your best friend, and he always will be.
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athyathye · 2 years
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The 3 definitions of stupid 
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Author’s note 📝: This is mainly in 3rd pov. Also here's a fun game, take a shot everytime you read stupid lol
1.2k word count
Warnings ⚠️: kinda cheating¿ implied s3xu@l relations but not really explored, toxic!rindou, like 1 or 2 curse words~
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In hindsight, to other Bonten officials you were smart, level-headed and assiduous. But when it came to a certain someone, they all bet you’d go stupid for that person no matter what. 
Your profession was not ideal. Your profession required you to do all sorts of things a normal moral person would abhor. You could no longer associate with the ‘normal’ crowd as a result. Left only to the hands none other than you bloodied ones, and to people with the same amount of blood on theirs.
But even so, no matter how much you’ve seen the light leave people’s eyes you couldn’t help but glance at a soulless pair. No matter how ruthless they were, no matter how much they held hate or how much they’d glared at yours.
Violet, like the color that blinded your vision when you fired a shot. Like your favorite scent that could never fail to calm you. 
You were a puppet with strings. And he was a damn good puppeteer.
But you see, even if you weren’t that stupid, he was. 
The glint in his eyes told you so. The glint that only appeared when a certain equally stupid girl entered the vicinity.
The kind of stupid girl who jumped into rivers for kittens who fell in. 
It was a ridiculous pairing that came straight out of the imagination of a naive little girl no older than 7. Even so, you couldn’t deny it. You envied the light he showed her, the effort he tried to give her. Hers and only hers you could say.
Even if all her actions came with more cons than the good she meant to do. But that’s not to say it was excusable. Good intentions alone aren’t exactly enough you see. 
No good person would boast about the good deeds she does. No good person would go around preaching about morality to a group of criminals.
Better yet, no sane person would even hang around the most wanted criminals. If she deemed herself as good why hasn't she called the police yet?
Not only were you hard-working, you were observant as well. Though a better term would be, you had eyes. You saw things no reader, no sideline character could see.
The way the car that the heroine jumped in front of to save her kind, a lamb going straight to the slaughterhouse, hit a tree with the person inside just barely escaping. Unfortunately for him he couldn’t escape the bullet that went straight for him after, much less expect it.
Or like the man she pleaded to save, all because she believed in second chances. Who ended up killing a group of teenagers because of driving under the influence. 
It seemed as if you were the only person to notice that as well. Everybody else saw her as this righteous, upright and incorruptible female figure that made their days brighter.
You were the complete opposite. Not that you minded, you could care less about what they thought of you. You were way past the line of caring. Not even when those ruthless death-trapping blank eyes narrowed at you. 
Only he could make use of those eyes like that. The power that makes them so lovable and able to convey a deep meaning even when they were used only for the most gruesome sights, a look into what he was thinking. And more often than not, you knew he wasn’t thinking about pretty things when looking at you.
“See? I told y’all a sadistic b*tch like she could handle things without me.” He tried to excuse himself from the glares that he was thrown with after you had reported how your mission went to your boss.  A mission that was meant to be joint with him. But you could guess why he ditched. After all, it was a special day for a special someone. 
As for yourself, you could have said a lot of things. In fact you did have a lot to say. But you stayed silent. Already feeling tired even when you’ve yet to talk, let alone glance at him. 
Why won’t you? you ask. Because who knows what kind of expression he’s making. You could only have one of his looks directed at you after all. Everything else was reserved. Hers and hers alone.
You don’t think you could take it either. Not when you were hopelessly pining. Why? Why was it like that?
Well, not even you could figure it out. After all, there are a lot of  things you can’t explain to anyone, even when you feel it again and again, or when they’ve been explained. Not everybody has the privilege of being able to explain things.
But oh, how he was stupid. Absolutely moronic, foolish and dumbwitted. 
But so were you.
You find yourself thinking that at the deepest depths of the night. On his bed. 
You couldn’t even cry anymore from how much shame you felt. You could only chuckle as you imagined what you looked like at that very moment. How he convinced you to join him as he practically spelled out for you how he was never going to get tied up with the same girl he ditched you for.
“Our lives are a heck of a lot different, you already know that” Hands behind his neck, a cigarette in between his chapped but sultry lips. You couldn’t help but admire the way it moved, the way the shape of your name was displayed on his mouth.
“I wasn’t really gonna’ like, tie the knot with her. Just a one-time thing.”
But you tried to fight back your desires. “And suddenly that falls under my business, how?”
One of his hands trailed over the top of your head, to the apple of your cheek. He caressed it which made you lean on the warmth that was radiating off of it. You tried to gaze into his eyes as he did so but before you could he had already slammed it to the wall behind you. 
Trapping you in between his predatory gaze as he said “Because I’m not stupid enough to pass on a beatiful woman like you who noticed a no-good man like me.”
How irrational you were. How incredibly desire-driven you were. Stupid.  
You couldn’t help but be curious how he knew, your desire was undeniable. However, it was silent. As silent as the pleading of your group to stop the crimes all of you cause.
And now you bear the consequences of a reckless decision. 
Staring at the object in front of you that could potentially change everything you’re doing in life. You couldn’t help the bile that rose to your mouth. 
What was even more nauseating was the scene occurring in front of you now. It was tormenting.
“You’re different.” He brushed her hair back. Wiping away the tears that continuously poured out of her lively eyes.
You couldn’t help the utter laughter that bubbled out of you. “Aww Look at you comforting people with the words you wished someone would say to you.”
Clenching his teeth at the interruption, all the attention was now on you. Stoic and calm, that’s what your posture said. But the madness and disappointment oozing out of you was loud.
“I take it back. You’re not stupid at all. The line was crossed 50 kilometers ago, you’re unable to even think for yourself.” You breathed out. Shaking your head as you left. Possibly everything. 
To other Bonten officials you were smart, level-headed and assiduous. But when it came to a certain someone, they were all correct in believing that you’d go stupid for a person no matter what. 
You were stupid for burying your head underwater.
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sweet-little-dude · 2 years
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Your stupid embrace
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Notes: Highschool au cuz it's the easiest (and most fun) to write, gn reader but a mention of wearing a skirt, for @virtue-and-beneviolence cuz she just reblogged a post that me an idea (hope you enjoy this), find more of my x reader content at @makinmefeelspecial
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"Can I have a hug please"
You sat in shock, questioning your hearing. Did he really just say that or did the cigarettes you were smoking finally start kicking in?
"What?"
4 hours prior
"I said, do you wanna go to this party with me?" The teen repeated, his tattooed hands tucked into the pockets of his skinny jeans. The two of you were at the back of your school, he'd caught you and a friend skipping your final class, but it wasn't like he was doing any better. "Since my only friend wouldn't go with, I wanted to ask you." The sudden pink tint to his cheeks pushed you to at least tease him. "Aww, does this mean me not being one of your friends mean I'm something more?" You smirked. Since the both of you had been hanging out lately, he should be able to take this buddy buddy joke lightly, right? He looked down at you with those golden irises of his, boredom swimming through them only sending an electric shock of excitement through your body. Hanma sighed, "And if you were?"
You didn't mind the idea.
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As soon as you and Hanma had arrived (late) to the party, he took your hand and dragged you to the food table, filling your cups with alcohol and getting a pack of cigarettes from one of his companions.
Burnt out, the both of you sat down infront of a tv, and as you began to calm, Hanma just had to fluster you by plopping his head onto your short leather skirt. "U-uh, Shuji? What are- what are you doing?" He grumbled against your clothing, "Tired. Lap's warm. Boom; heaven."
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"God, this is the second time you've asked me to repeat myself today. Your hearing ok?" Hanma joked, bending his legs to nuzzle against you, "I'd like a hug please." As if there wasn't already one, a blush began rapidly spreading across your face. "I- uh- uhm-" You were cut off suddenly and without warning, Hanma wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, in search for warmth yet again.
"Y'know, I don't actually have anyone else other than you." He whispered into your ear, nothing more and nothing less. "Pfft, well that's hard to believe, you're real popular from what I've seen, Shuji" You said in comfort, his dry chuckle ringing in your ear as you feel him inch closer. "It may seem that way, but sometimes, even the most crowded may be the most lonely." "Wow, and since when were you the poet?" He giggled, "Well, I guess since I became alone."
You lifted his chin, aiming his eyes to yours, "But I'm here with you now, so you don't have to feel alone."
You watched as his eyes wonder down your lips, then back up to your eyes. "But the emptiness hasn't left, not for a while."
"Then I'll help you find closure with it, and we can do it, 'specially if it's us right?" You slowly enveloped his hand into yours, and you saw if he smiled the littlest bit, "Yeah, maybe."
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bejeweled-night-33 · 2 years
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𝔘𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 | 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔵 𝔒ℭ
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Summary: Shion knows he's a terrible partner, but what happens when his crush is no better?
Genres: Fluff & Angst.
Pairing: Tenjiku!Shion Madarame (20) x f!Teacher!OC Melody (25)
Warnings: Toxic relationships, cheating implied, slight age gap, mentions of violence and sexual assault (briefly), mentions of nsfw stuff, making out and some clichés.
Word count: 3.3k
Author's note: Hello! It's my first time writing fiction and english is not my first language, so please bear with me! Constructive criticism is welcomed.
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Thunder and lightning struck across the midnight sky of the industrious city, making Melody startle from time to time as she was sitting at her desk in the dark, with only a small lamp to light up the book pages she was working with. She let out a sigh and took off her glasses to rub her sleepy eyes. The idea got lost somewhere in between absent text messages and Chopin’s Waltz. 
Her distracted gaze was now attentive to the dancing tree branches that were hitting the window thanks to the heavy rain that pledged an infinite spectacle. Another lighting provided quick illumination. She stood in expectation of its resonance, which took longer than expected, offering time to catch the sound of knocks on the window instead. 
Such a sound could make anyone feel alarmed under said circumstances, -a part of her was- but she had an idea of who it might be. She stood up and got close to the window to notice a dark figure attempting to jump from a tree to the window bars. 
She opened the window to find out her intuition was right.
-My place has a door, you know?! -She said loudly. 
-It’s a habit! -He replied as he struggled to hold his weight on the slippery bars. 
-You look like a wet dog, Shion. -She giggled. 
-Let me in already, woman! 
She took a few steps to the side to give room for him to enter. He finally tumbled on the floor and quickly got up. 
 -And you smell like a wet dog, too… -She said with a smile on her face as she helped him stand up. 
 -What can I say? It was a fun night. -He smuggly remarked. 
 -I can tell. What happened? -She hurled back  and closed the window. 
  -Beat up some dudes for Izana...then I passed out for a while. -He said as he took off his shoes and his long  red gang jacket.
 -Glad they didn’t catch you this time. -She remarked. 
-Yeah…and I got to use these babies! -He said, and kissed the blood-stained brass knuckles on his fingers, then he finally took them off. 
-Shit he does for show. -Melody whispered as she rolled her eyes. 
He searched for something in one of his pockets and handed it to her, still a bit breathless from the previous physical effort. 
-This is for you, hopefully I didn’t break it. -He said, handing her a battered small snake-printed pink box. 
-Oh! Fancy…how did you…-She intended to ask as she opened it, taking a surprised look at the round perfume bottle inside.
-Doesn’t matter! It’s the one you like, isn’t it? -He dryly exhorted.
-That I can’t deny. Thank you, Shion. -She smiled. 
The moment was followed by what looked like a rehearsed scene. She grabbed the soaking jacket, shook it a little bit and hung it in the coat rack. He looked through some drawers for dry clothes and towels and headed to the shower. 
 -Hold up! Let me look at you, do you need serious medical assistance? -She said as she tried to hold his face. 
 -Get away from me! I don’t! -He shrieked and tried to free himself from her grip. 
 -Don’t be a cry baby, your face looks a bit red. I’m just trying to help you. 
 -I don’t need help! I’m invincible! -He said as his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red. 
I actually might be starting to believe that. -She thought.
Minutes later, he came back and found her sitting at the desk. He smiled mischievously and abruptly  sat on her lap, pressing his weight onto her. 
-What cha doin’, Mel? 
-Trying to finish this paper. -She answered, attempting to shove him away.
He giggled at her action and tried to put up resistance. 
-You’re a teacher, why on earth are you doing homework? -He kept questioning. 
-It’s for my first congress paper, I’m leaving in a couple of days. 
-Ah, my smarty-pants friend is going to her little nerd council! -He exclaimed as he tickled her sides.
-Weren’t you tired? -She replied in between giggles as she pinched his nose and shook his head, as their gazes locked in an unexpected chasmic stare for a couple of seconds. 
-I am, but you look bored out of your mind, such a sad sight. -He said with an innocently surprised expression, which made her smile. 
- Want some tea? -She offered. 
-Sure. -He smiled back.
After returning from the kitchen, she sat at her desk again and he found his way to the couch in front of the TV.
-Come sit with me! -He proposed. 
-I can’t, I need to make significant progress in this thing and I’m fucking stucked. -She replied.  
-Doing it while being comfortable isn’t a crime, you know?
She let out a sigh, turned off the lamp and her laptop. Soon after, she sat next to him on the couch, putting her pile of books on the coffee table. He laid down on his side and placed his head on her lap, melting himself on the warmth of her body. After some time he broke the silence. 
-What are you writing about this time? 
-Something  about the Night Witches. 
-So you already finished writing your vi-victoriu…victorian story thingy?
-Oh? You actually pay attention to what I say… -She teased. 
-Because you never shut up about it.  -He said and rolled his eyes. 
-Careful with your words or I’ll push you off the window next time. -She flicked his forehead, making him grunt.
With her hand still on his head, she absentmindedly began to caress his temple softly, tracing his lion jaw-shaped tattoo as she continued to read. He immersed himself in the comfort provided by the cozy atmosphere as he stared at the TV screen, however, an unruly thought kept creeping into his curiosity, making him unable to fully enjoy the moment. 
-And how’s the boyfriend doing? -He interrupted after a few minutes. 
-Stop distracting me, Madarame.
-Not going well, huh? Want me to beat him up? -Shion provoked.
-Of course not! -She replied, serious at first, then unable to contain a chuckle.
The small moment of silence that came after was enough to trigger a need for catharsis on her, one she had been escaping from the  whole day. 
-I feel like he’s changed, he’s been so aloof with me lately. He makes me feel like a burden at times. But he said everything’s the same and that he’s just busy…but I just know something’s going on. 
Shion’s relaxed demeanour stiffened after her statement. His sudden change was noticeable, so she braced herself for bad news. 
-I…think I saw him at a bar earlier tonight. -He said quietly, his gaze still focused on the screen.
-Oh…was he, you know…with someone else? -She asked. 
-Not sure. He was with… a group of people. -He established. 
Another silence sank. She looked back at him in search of assurance, or perhaps, as a selfish reminder that despite the situation, at least she wasn’t physically alone. To her relief, a small trail of blood on his face provided her a momentary escape from her worries. 
-Hey! You’re still bleeding, let me get you some antiseptic. 
-Hah? Who cares, I already showered. 
-Doesn't matter. C’mere. 
They changed positions to face each other on the couch. She grabbed his face between her hands once again and inspected it. After locating his cuts, she traced a soaked cotton over them, making him whimper and squirm occasionally. 
-Stay still, Madarame! Your ugly face is not cooperating. -She taunted.
-I was so sleepy and comfy already, please Melody. I'm fine. -He assured. 
-The cuts on your face say otherwise.
Ever since the beginning, he found it difficult to comprehend the reasons behind her kindness and selfless support, and even if it bothered his ego, deep down he always welcomed her assistance.
What does she want from me? She never insinuates anything further than what we have, and when I do, she passes it over… 
The nervous current of his thoughts was suddenly stopped by a detail he couldn’t pass by. 
-You wear my shirt to sleep?
-Yeah, it’s comfortable, what about it? 
-Nothing…-He replied and looked away, staying silent for a while.
It looks better on you.
-And how is she doing? -Melody casually asked as she placed a small band aid on his cheek. 
-No clue, I forgot about her birthday party so she got mad at me…
-Ugh, you’re insufferable! Did you apologize to her at least?
-No-n-not yet, I mean, her dog died some days ago and she was acting weird so I let her be.
-What the hell? Why’d you leave her alone in such a heavy moment!? -Melody inquired with furrowed eyebrows.
-Who gives a shit? It’s just a dog, she’ll get over it quickly! I’ll do something about it later, she always forgives me anyway…
-Shion, -Melody said as she put the cotton away and placed her hands on his shoulders- people have limits and you’re on thin ice. This is supposedly someone you care about. You should either mend it for real or stop wasting her time. 
Shion rolled his eyes in annoyance. 
-Care is not a promise nor a prision…at the end she’s just a pussy I put to good use. -He said with a smirk on his face
-Ugh, you're such an idiot. What will you do when you actually fall in love with someone? You’ll be clueless.
He chuckled cynically and put her hand away from his face, then shortened the distance between them, the tip of his nose softly tickling her earlobe. 
-Love you say? -He whispered in her ear. He moved his face close enough for their noses to touch and for her to feel his warm breath on her mouth. 
-I will never fall in love, but being with a girl like you would be kinda nice. -He smugly said. 
-A scary-looking gangster like you? Going for a hopeless romantic that takes in stray dogs as she waits for texts she’s not gonna get in a busy night? How boring… -She confidently expressed without moving away.
-I’ve done worse. -He boasted, and to his surprise, she laughed, sweetly breaking the unnoticeable tension within him. He stood starry-eyed at her -the smiley sight of the motive that hindered him from going home and made him cross the city through a storm-. No signs of regret wandered his psyche, even if his deepest longing couldn’t be met. 
Trying couldn’t hurt more than what it already does…right?
-You’re kind, and selfless, and you’re not full of yourself, unlike…him…Can't stand those kinds of people. - He said. 
She could notice a burdensome undertone in his words, as if his usual overconfident spirit dropped dead out of the sudden. Melody wasn’t sure how to react, his hints turned into crystal clear evidence, and she couldn't help but to see the wickedness in her indulgent doings. Maybe a cool played detachment could contain the harm. 
-People full of themselves? Like yourself? -She said, pushing his previous sweet affirmations aside, in hopes of him doing the same. 
-Hey, I’m not like that! I -The Great Madarame Shion, captain of the 9th generation of Black Dragon- earned honourable titles in the true path of delinquency and underground business, I’m not full of myself, I’m a feared man!
-Oh, yeah, look at the most feared man whining like a wounded animal and drinking his tea. - She mocked. 
He grunted and intended for a witty comeback until she intervened. 
-Anyway, how exactly do you plan to get a girl like that?
-I don’t. At the end of the day she’d think I’m an idiot, wouldn’t she?  
-Maybe, but that can be changed, it’s your choice. 
-That’s something I don’t understand. This is me, I live for this gang, I want to be Izana’s right hand, and if that’s bad for-
-That’s not what I meant. -She interrupted- Just look at you, you’ve got your admirers and your girlfriend, yet you decided to spend the night with none of those. How would the kind of girl you want know you’re not with someone else? 
-I wouldn’t…Melody… -He implored with an upright expression on his wounded face, as he desperately tried to hopelessly hunt the evident elephant in the room. Even with such a daring nature, he knew there was one painful loss that was closer than what he would’ve hoped for, but he couldn’t take it anymore. 
-Don’t look at me like that. -She said with a fulminant stare as she placed the last band-aid on his chin. 
-You deserve better, and I’m better. -He bluntly exclaimed. 
-How did this turn out to be about us? -She chuckled. 
-Goddamit, don't be like this, you know it’s always been about us!
-Shion…You know it can’t be…-She said and looked away. 
In a desperate move fueled by the will to win sovereignty over her heart, he crashed his lips against hers, causing her enough perplexity for him to feel her heartbeat through the union. The kiss was reciprocated and eagerly deepened as their hands groped each other's anatomy, until, after a while, guilt took her back to reality. She slowly turned her head to the side, both still with their eyes closed.
-...We shouldn’t…-She whispered as they both tried to catch their breaths. 
-Why not? You like me, don’t you? -Shion brightly boasted. 
-Maybe, but that’s…not it. -She replied, still clinging to his shirt. 
He rolled his eyes, breaking the amatory moment. 
-Why is it so hard for you to leave his ass!? He got you threatened or something?
-It’s just correct, okay? -Melody bluntly replied. 
-If it’s correct then what are you lacking? Is this moment so damn correct to you!?  -He loudly asserted. 
-I feel like I've got no choice, okay? I feel pressured by everyone because they tell me he’s a good option, and being with him is…secure, and right for me. 
-What the fuck!? -He growled and rubbed his forehead in annoyance. Soon after he cupped her face and caressed her cheeks.
-Listen, I know what I am in the eyes of people, but I could give you the world, whatever you want! Every last drop of orchid perfume! More of those heavy-ass books you insist on carrying everywhere…every last piece of junk you desire! All the happiness! Fuck what everyone thinks! -He confidently affirmed. 
-Is that what you say to her, too? -She questioned, looking at him with a stare that at this point felt like a torture to him. However, the headstrong question was dismissed by her own laugh.
-I’m not in the position to complain though, since we’re on the same boat… -She argued.
-Promise me you'll think about it…please…consider me…I’ll end every single fucking soul that’d be against us… -Shion finally enquired. 
-I'll…think about it. I’d like to sleep for now… -She said, feeling a bit astonished at such a fervent and unexpected confession. 
Obeying her deepest impulse, she cupped his face and fearlessly planted another kiss on his lips, one without guilt and without a single care in the world that lasted longer. Keeping their foreheads glued together, they exchanged smiles, and then laid down. His head fell on her chest as the fresh air accompanied their hopeful yearnings. She stroked his hair and felt his breathing stabilized after a while. 
The rainstorm sounds immersed in the ambience, making her unable to sleep despite her will. She fondly looked at him, and the scene that originated it all played in her head like a film: End of the shift, her soft eyes catching his malicious ones in fraganti, flyers with the principal’s face in the body of a semi-naked popstar all over the walls, and then, him running away with a backpack full of tools that suggested she wasn’t witnessing the whole spectacle. Melody gasped and stood there for a moment, then locked herself in the bathroom in shock to ponder upon what she should do.
The next day she prevented her legs from trembling when answering a question. 
-Miss Melody, did you happen to see this young man prowling around my office or around the parking lot yesterday evening?
-No.
-Any clue about who it was? 
-Not really.
More anxious questions ran through her head as she walked back home. What if they actually saw me? Are they testing my work ethic? Is my job in danger?
She was abruptly taken back to reality as two robbers got in her way to threaten her safety in exchange for her belongings. Paralyzed, all the self-defense she thought she knew disappeared. As if that wasn’t enough, their desires for her belongings turned into desires for her body. She was cornered into an alley, and the situation seemed too far gone even as she tried to fight back. Suddenly, one of the robbers was punched.
-Run, lady, run! -An unknown voice intervinied the scene. 
She took the opportunity to escape as she noticed the other robber aiming at her rescuer.  
-Careful behind you! -She yelled as she ran away.
When he woke up, he didn’t know where he was, but the sight of soft eyes and the sound of a tender voice was pleasant enough for him to be patient. 
-What happened? Where am I? Where are my brass knuckles!?  -He asked as he sat on the couch he was laying on. 
-You were knocked out after fighting the robbers, I took care of you to make sure you were safe. How are you feeling? -She asked as she sat next to him and inspected his wounds. 
-I…I’m good…yeah. -He answered, still flushed, not sure if it was because of the fight or because of her consideration.  
-Thank you for saving me, that was very kind. My name is Melody, I’m a teacher at your school…though I think we’ve seen each other before.  -She said with a shy smile on her face. 
-I am not kind, I am feared! I did it because I felt like I owed it to you…-He dictated, looking away. 
-I’m Shion…thank you for saving me too, I guess. -He continued, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he reconsidered the whole situation. 
-The juice in the principal’s car’s gas tank was a nice detail, by the way. -She smirked. 
-Why didn’t you tell him it was me?  
-Because he deserved what you did. 
The memories caused Melody a newly rush of freed butterflies in her stomach, and a new set of ideas to run through her being, suddenly interrupted by Shion’s voice. 
-Close your eyes, sleepyhead. -He whispered.
-Yeah. -She quietly responded with a soft smile on her lips. 
-But one last thing. If we were together, you’d never need to put yourself in this position with another man, I promise…Goodnight, Mel. 
-Goodnight, Shion. -She said, and kissed his forehead. 
And as the night ran its course, it felt like the noise of the storm faded alongside her worries, at least for the night.
✩(optional) extended ending ahead✩
Days went by. 
Melody’s congress endeavour was a success and she was back in the city, ready to finally solve the pending issue with Shion. She felt weightless after leaving the other man in the past, and she realized she was unable to see a future without Shion, despite what anyone said. Deep down she knew she fell victim to the irrational cliché of the wild male, and even if she was, she remained eager and repentless. 
Shion’s current battle was a catastrophe. The freezing-cold air matched the spirit of his gang. After being knocked out and witnessing three gunshots landing in the chest of his most admired person, he wished nothing more but to crash into Melody’s embrace -tonight more than ever-. A previously untouchable wish he could almost feel becoming a reality until the sound of sirens took him away from that, being forced to spend not only the night, but the next six months locked up in a cell. 
After a few hours, Melody became concerned. Her gut screaming bad news despite her also deafening hope. Unanswered messages had never felt this cruel. Waking up alone, she learnt Shion’s destiny through the TV screen, and with bright-teary eyes, she acknowledged her confession must be kept within blind faith.  
Original fanfiction content by invisible-cardigan-33. Do not copy, modify, translate or reproduce in any way nor in any other social media without my consent, or i'll find ur uncreative ass <3
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a/n:I really wanted to write this idea with Baji in mind but I’ve rewrote it four different times and each time it comes out not good and the only person I can picture is Mikey so I’m giving into the Mikey brain rot okay?
now~ … part2 … part3 … part4 … part5
Manjiro Sano NEVER came to school, even more rarely class. If he did even bother to show up, it was usually to hang out on the roof for some cool air, or in the vending area for a nice nap with snacks nearby. No one could tell him where he needed to be, after all. And if they pushed too hard and annoyed him, he’d just leave.
That suddenly changed after he lost a serious bet with Emma and Shinichiro. The consequence? Attend all classes for Two Weeks.
Two weeks felt like forever, he admitted. The first day didn’t seem like it would be so bad, until he started actually paying attention to the teacher.
God, he thought. What a drag.
(Shikamaru—-?)
Manjiro was so far behind in studies, he had no idea half of what was being taught. So, before he let his temper rise, he simply stopped paying attention again.
This quickly became a problem.
Nothing interesting to keep his attention on, Mikey found himself falling into boredom. Irritation was bubbling yet again. Of corse, Mikey never brought anything with him. No paper, pencil, books, it was a random chance of luck that Emma was even able to find his school bag.
So with literally nothing to keep his attention, he started getting antsy. How long until this dumb lecture was over anyway? He glanced at the clock.
HOW IN THE HELL HAD ONLY 20 MINUTES PASSED?
He was absolutely flabbergasted. No way in Hell would he be able to handle this torture. Screw the bet, Emma and Shin could eat dirt for all Manjiro cared.
Yet…
“…sss…” whispered a tiny sound.
Manjiro would have ignored it had he not been eager for something to get his attention. He shifted his gaze to the direction of the whisper: the cute classmate who sat beside him.
You.
Before he could wonder what or why you were trying to interact with him, he noticed you holding something out to him.
‘..the hell?’ He looked down at what you were gripping in your hands.
It was a notebook. A very basic and boring one, had you not doodled little flowers and vines into the cover.
Cute.
Accompanied with the notebook was both a pencil and pen, both neatly held tight to the notebook.
Mikey looked up to gander at your eyes, which looked rather worried, brows knitted together with a soft considerate smile. You made the effort of motioning to the gifts once more, before he unconsciously took it without much thought.
You seemed to be very pleased by his acceptance, your expression shifted to relief, then a friendly thumbs up before letting your focus run back to the instructor.
‘Why did i even take the book?’ Well, either way it would serve as a doodle book of his own, if nothing else. The pen and pencil both roll off the notebook cover when he opened to examine its contents.
Gibberish, is all Mikey saw. Pure, number coded gibberish. To the average student, it would have looked like neatly worded mathematic notes, color coded and plenty. If he’d looked further, he’d find notes related to other subjects as well. But he really didn’t feel like it.
Thankfully, to keep his interest, a small little notecard was stuck as a bookmark.
Mikey glanced your direction again, amused when he noticed you were doing the exact same thing, but unlike him, when you accidentally made eye contact, you immediately break it to unsubtly pretend to have your attention up front again.
He grinned. You were cute.
Without his left hand never leaving his pocket, he managed to open the notebook with only his right hand, fingers nimbly spreading the book open to the bookmarked section.
He noticed some familiar words on this page. Matter of fact, a lot of the words written down on this section of pages were word for word what was being vocally spoken, when he took a second to listen.
Again shifting his attention, he noticed your handwriting on the bookmark, as well.
“I hope this helps! I don’t see you in class often, so I thought you could use these. Don’t worry about returning them, you can keep them if you want.
If you need help catching up, I’m apart of the tutoring program the school offers!
My name is Y/n L/n, I hope we can get along:)”
That’s all you wrote.
He starred intently at your handwriting for sometime. It was a hell of a lot more legible when what he could do, and while you used rather simple kanji, it still took him a minute to register them. He really Has been gone from school a while.
Manjiro found himself smiling without permission. It was kind of touching, the kindness of a stranger who genuinely looks out for others without gain.
For the sake of your kindness, Mikey did attempt to follow the lesson one more time, with the notes at his ready.
Unfortunately, he still didn’t really get what was going on. What even subject were they talking about? Social studies, geographics, English literature? He gave an exasperated, loud groan before slumping back in his seat. He found himself falling back into irritation.
Trying to calm himself for the third time this class period, he noticed the same soft whisper that caught his attention the first time. Quicker to respond this time, Manjiro lugged his head towards your direction again. He felt his smile wanting to surface again when he was met with your worried expression once more.
You seemed to want to say something, but obviously were worried about the consequences. So, immediately after meeting eyes, you gave a “wait a sec” kind of gesture, and started scribbling on a similarly decorated notecard. He waited for you patiently, unable to do much else anyway.
Soon, you began reaching your hand out to give him the notecard. However, Manjiro wanted more than your written attention. So, before you could react or slip the note on his desk, he reached out to take the note from your hand. He didn’t just reach out to take the note however, purposefully, he outstretched his delicate looking fingers a little further, and trailed his finger tips along the back of your hand. Slowly he offered a very gentle squeeze before his hand pulled back, finger tips trailing a path from your wrist to your nail beds.
The touch was brief, but accidentally intimate. So much so that your breath hitched from the unexpected action. No one seemed to notice. Manjiro did, but no one else. Probably.
This all but lit a fit of flames in his gut, a giddy feeling irrupting before he could even read the note. Eagerly, he scanned the card.
“Don’t let the material get you down! You can catch up in no time. Hang in there!”
This time, your handwriting was a little more messy, quicker. Still, it was cute, he thought.
Giving up on the lecture entirely at this point, he finally let go of his bored sitting stance, and retreated his left hand from his pocket to maneuver the notebook and two note cards on his desk. Grabing the pencil you’d also lent him, he began to scribble something under your handwriting of the second notecard.
“Thanks”
Is all he wrote. Honestly, he got nervous halfway through writing, and gave up after he finished only the single word. Nerves slowly got to him when he noticed a pair of eyes peering at him secretly. Your gaze felt like burning on his skin when he thought about it for too long. Ignoring your gaze this time, he knew you had the upper hand when his peripheral sight caught your big smile.
Once the bell had rang for break, all the students seemed to jump up to leave. Manjiro was still doodling in the back of your notebook. You were packing your things neatly as you usually do, glancing at the delinquent next to you. Finishing up a few last strokes, Manjiro lazily held the book up for your appraisal.
Doodled rather… poorly, was his name, and ‘Tokyo Manji Gang’ in different fonts… as well the face of the Doriyaki mascot. (?)
You didn’t seem to hide your amusement, openly giggling at the childish doodles and gave a thumbs up. He liked that. Manjiro grinned at your approval and shut the book, resting his head to look at you with a new intensity.
“Y/n, right?” He asked. You nodded, not seeming too phased by his intentionally intense aura.
“Nice to officially meet you, Manjiro.” You greeted back with a chirp. He blinked at you a little wide before letting out a quiet laugh. “Isn’t it normal to use someone’s surname when addressing them for the first time?” He asked. No, he never minded it. Of corse not.
The middle schooler was used to many names.
Boss.
Captain.
The Invincible Mikey
Mikey.
But the only ones with the privilege to call him by his given name: Manjiro. We’re limited to his only siblings.
. . . .
And apparently, you too.
It was amusing. No stranger DARED utter his given name, out of fear of disrespecting the great Mikey….. yet here you were.
God, he loved the way his name sounded, coming from you.
Manjiro.
He didn’t even realize how smitten by it he was. Not until he realized you were starting at him inquisitively.
Shit, what did you say? He forgot entirely.
The following few weeks consisted of Manjiro Sano following you around, more or less.
Out of everything school had to offer, he swears up and down that the only thing that caught his interest was you.
It was a well known fact that Manjiro Sano was a delinquent. Big Boss of Toman. Dangerous beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Mikey never acted in public how he normally would around the founding toman, it wasn’t known how childish and goofy he was.
Manjiro don’t too much trusting. Too many mistakes. He found himself treading lightly, yet he couldn’t back-peddle from wanting your attention.
He monitored you closely for the past week. He took note of your reactions, your ideals, how you treated others. He wrote down your favorite manga, silly irrational fears.
It didn’t take him long to realize how others treated you either.
People walked all over you, yet you didn’t bat an eye about it. It’d be really annoying if you did things for people just so people would like you. People definitely saw you as a pushover.
You rolled with the punches, so to speak. Any vile attitude aimed at you seemed to go unnoticed, as you maintained composure effortlessly. You never gave anyone a reason to bad mouth you either way, but snarky remarks about being a pushover did become a class commodity. It was easy to pick on the one who never fought back.
Yet Manjiro knew it wasn’t out of kindness or seeking compensation for your good deeds.
“Why’d you stop to help that guy pick up his lunch? He was cleaning the mess up just fine, you didn’t need to help him.” Mikey pouted, originally irritated because you broke from his side to do this task.
You finished washing your hands, drying them on the dry cloth Manjiro held out to you. Replying with a shrug, “Why not? He looked like he could use the help. If he didn’t want it he could tell me to buzz off, but it doesn’t hurt to offer some help.”
Manjiro rolled his eyes. “Might not hurt, but it’s inconvenient as hell,” he mumbled. You gave him a stern look, raising an eyebrow. “Inconvenient how? Were you gatta be so urgently?” You joked, confusing your classmate further.
You laughed, and patted him on the shoulder. “Think about it, if you were havin’ a bad day and dropped your stuff, you’d be pretty pissed off right? Even if it’s one little act, things like that help get you through the day,”
“Nothing wrong with trying to make the world a little bit of a nicer place.”
That’s when Manjiro Sano’s knew you were his darling.
You were so soft with him, and he loved that about you. He loved when you beamed at him with pride for whatever academic achievement he mastered…
You were different.
You were perfect- Manjiro declared.
Three weeks finally pass, and Mikey hadn’t missed a single day of school. Maybe a skipped class or two, but he always showed up on his sweet babu, if not to tease you and pick up the notes you made him before snacking on the roof.
Mikey has been holding back ever since that day. Keeping his darker impulses at bay time and time and time again.
He held back every time you got too close, and your clothes brushed up against his more than a casual encounter.
He held back every time you looked him dead in the eye, asking him if he was okay.
He held back when the little pinch of pain in his chest made him want to croak out the truth: Not really…
Mikey held back the tears, the words and feelings he suddenly felt so comfortable expressing.
Because it was you who asked.
Each and every time he held back from making you his darling. He wanted you to hold him so desperately. For you to fill that empty space he’s always had.
A part of Mikey knew that if you found out just how much he loved you, you would start to fear him.
You too would start walking on eggshells around him, run away after high school and abandon him.
…Or you would bend to his command one day, and he hated the thought of it.
He hated thinking about your trapped form, scared to speak the wrong thing.
He hated thinking he could make you into that person.
Ha hated the thought of you hating him.
…he didn’t want you to have that choice.
And there you were, listening to him whine.
“Come’onnnn Y/ncchin!~ it’s so boring hereeee,”
You glance down to your left, seeing your classmate’s practice packet still blank. “Well, if you can answer those for me I’ll take you out for Taiyaki; my treat.”
He loved you so much. You always knew how to motivate him.
However, he already knew you would treat him to taiyaki, even if he didn’t get the answers right, or if he even did them at all.
“Buuu~ not this time Y/nchiin! Bribe denied.” He huffed, anticipating your reply.
You matched his huff, crossing your arms. He loved the way you looked when you pouted.
“Maybe I’ll just stop tutoring you then!” You threatened weakly.
“No chance, you want me to graduate so bad.” Mikey snorted a laugh.
“No more leftover bento bits,” you warned testingly.
“You’d never let poor little me starve…” he batted his eyelashes.
“…”
He grinned with triumph.
“Fine, what will it take for you to try to pass ONE class?”
“Mm~” Mikey hummed, glancing over the material to appraise it.
If Manjiro were honest, he could get rather good grades, actually. With repetition, and your good habits, he was actually learning really quickly. But he couldn’t let you know that. He liked when you babied him through some things, just to impress you beyond comprehension moments later.
The praise…
Oh, Mikey thought. That’s it. He wants your praise. He wants you to tell him how awesome he was, how cool and dashing he could be, how smart he was. How much you loved him-
“How bout if I can ace this whole packet, you have to grant me one favor?”
The deal went just as you would have thought it would. He feigned having trouble on the packet of questions, so not to seem overly suspicious.
Yet true to his plan, you now owed him one favor.
“Fine, what favor do you want from me?” You chuckled while rolling your eyes.
Your first line of thought went to,
‘make me homemade taiyaki!’
‘let me cheat on the final!’
‘wax my CB250 !’
… not, “stay still, unless you really don’t want to.”
His voice was a whisper, and you’re immediately caught with your guard down.
Manjiro gently weaves his left hand under your hair. He tilts your head slightly, enough so he could achieve his goal, any resistance on your end being considered with mindful touches. He wouldn’t push you past your comfort. He couldn’t stand if you looked at him with fear in your eyes, too.
Your breath hitches, giving way to wind the excitement his actions gifted you.
Your breath continues to be shaky, yet obeying his favor, you sat still.
Both of you took a few seconds to get your racing hearts back under control.
It was futile, but the nerves to act finally snapped after Mikey and your eyes’ caught each others. The mirrored look of excitement was all Manjiro could stand. The accepting bat of your eyelashes.
Manjiro Sano didn’t hold back this time.
Still gentle, Manjiro quickly closed the gap between your awaiting kiss.
Seconds pass. Two very soft sighs can be heard.
Followed by Manjiro’s lip clicking sweetly against yours when the kiss naturally deepened.
This was heaven.
The feeling of you so close, so accepting, so gentle to him.
Mikey wanted to caress you into a deep hold, may so that the heat and desperate banging against his chest would finally feel heard. He wanted to feel your heartbeat pulse against his lips.
Manjiro Sano wanted to be gentle.
But he couldn’t help how his muscles tensed and grabbed you harder. How could he, when you just let out the cutest fucking moan. The craving of your submission suddenly became more appealing, Mikey felt himself coming to life again.
He pushed your lips deeper, the force of his grip and encouragement to mimic his lead allow the kiss to deepen once more to something more recognized as making out.
He couldn’t stop. You were losing breath, and he could feel you try to initiate a pause, but damnit, he couldn’t stop.
It started getting hard to breathe without gasping for air, but your whines and accidental moans were damning you more than you realize.
Manjiro. Couldn’t. Stop.
Again, he pushed the kiss so you had no other choice than to breathe your cute noises into his waiting mouth, tongue darting for a taste.
He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you closer into his embrace, making it so you were standing on one foot while your other knee rested just between his thighs.
Fuuuck, he thought. You’re so warm, all of you. But warmest of all, was the heat you were generating with friction and arousal. All he had to do was hike his knee up just a little. Just a little bit. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the animal he would become after hearing what your siren like moans would turn him into.
So finally, Manjiro held back.
He pulled back, panting without much issue. Assessing your face, your eyes… your lips.
Your lips were just barely swollen, rubbed into a pretty red tint (with his help).
A thin, barely noticeable line of spit lay unattended, from his unfortunate retreat.
He wiped it gingerly, looking back into your eyes with a hooded gaze.
“A…are you.. sure?” You softly croaked out.
“About what..?” Manjiro whispered back.
“I dont… like joking about these types of things…” you continue, face becoming redder. “S-so if you’re messing around, I’ll get mad…” you warned, again, weakly.
You were so soft with him.
“And what if I’m not messing around?” Mikey asks you point blank, his intense stare once again peering into your very soul.
There’s a short moment of silence.
And suddenly, it’s your turn to gently brush against his also swollen lips. Rather than a kiss, it felt more like a binding.
Manjiro Sano vowed to you that very moment. And this was a seal of your acceptance.
That was all he could ever ask for.
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withlovetengen · 1 year
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Gow inspired piece, literally took me 40 hours to complete and multiple breakdowns 🥲
Twitter; @sheikk333
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ilyluffy · 2 years
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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: all ran wants is to get his pretty little baby pregnant
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ran haitani x afab!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!ran, established relationship, vaginal sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, “baby girl” as a pet name, tummy bulge, creampie, cum play, overstimulation
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.7k+
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. family has always meant a lot to him and the thought of having kids has crossed ran’s mind more than once. the issue was that ran’s never found anyone he believed he could truly settle down. then you entered his life and ran could finally picture it, starting a little family with you.
that didn’t mean there weren't still problems. what was really getting in ran’s way now was that he wasn’t sure how to approach the topic. sure, the two of you were married. the proof of which was a big diamond ring on your finger. the problem was his work made it difficult. with him being an executive for bonten ran, wasn’t sure if you’d feel comfortable having his children when his job was so risky.
so ran kept his mouth shut but the fantasy of seeing you pregnant still plagued his mind more than he’d like to admit. no wonder his desires came bubbling to the surface while his cock was buried inside your pussy. he wasn’t sure what specifically made him break. maybe it was seeing the outline of his long shaft in your tummy. maybe the way your walls were clenching around him made him lose all sense. whatever the reason was, ran didn’t think about his words until they tumbled out.
“d-daddy! feels so good” you moaned, your nails digging into ran’s shoulders as he pounded you into the mattress. fuck, you were so perfect. too perfect. the way you mewled with reach thrust was music to his ears. it was too much for ran to handle. it was really your own fault that he lost control of himself.
“yeah? wanna make me a real daddy baby girl?” ran groans. ran movements nearly still all together when you nod your head frantically, babbling about how much you wanted that. recovering quickly, goes back into rutting into your hole, smirk coating his face. “you do huh? alright then, watch me breed this pussy”.
somehow ran managed to shove his cock deeper inside of than you thought possible. with his pace quickening, ran’s purple orbs travel down to where your bodies meet. his mind becomes clouded with the desire to see you full of his seed. he has to see it in real time, he needs to.
if ran’s focus wasn’t on your clit he may have noticed the way your eyes are rolling into the back of your head. it feels like he’s in your damn throat. the pleasure and idea of carrying ran’s child is so overwhelming, when your lips part to beg for ran to give you a baby all you can do is cry out.
luckily your husband seems to get the hint. delivering a kiss to your lips, ran’s fingers pinch your sensitive nub. “gonna fuck a baby into you, beautiful. gonna stuff you with everything i got. make sure to cum with me” ran grunts. “now. cum, baby”.
his encouragement and one last roll of ran’s hips is all you need to reach your peak. your orgasm hits you harder than a speeding train. you’re almost too ashamed to look down because you just know you made a mess, creaming all over ran’s dick. ran is much less ashamed as he spurts everything he has to offer inside of you.
pulling out to admire his handy work, ran snickers as his cum oozed out. he’s quick to push it with two of his digits. “there we go. just like i promise” ran says smugly.
you think by now that he’s accomplished what he wanted that ran was finished with you but you were far from done. before you can fully regain your composure following your orgasm, ran’s already splitting you open with his tip again. an overstimulated whine echoes from you as ran seethes his length snuggling into your cunt. right where it had been only a minute ago.
“did you think we were only going for one round, sweetheart?” ran asks with a laugh. “oh no no. you wanted a baby, right? in that case, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈’𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄”.
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vay99 · 1 year
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Chifuyu x reader
Wounds
Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers
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"And another strike!" you cheer, score far ahead of Chifuyu who's currently sulking over the reults. "Awww don't be upset, you'll win eventually. One time you will win. Someday." 
"Thanks for the motivational speech." he grumbles as you two make your way out off the bowling center. 
"Any time." you laugh, wrapping your arms around his. "What's next?" 
"We can go to my place and play some video games." he suggests, scratching his neck with his free arm.
Before you could answer a group of men gets in your way, surrounding you. 
"Hey you! We've heard that you're from Toman. What's a looser like you doing here with such a bad chick?" one guy laughs making you wanna punsh his brain out. 
"Yeah why don't you get fucked while we have some fun with her." another laughs and if Chifuyu wasn't mad already he'd be boiling now. But... 
"Hey babe, why don't you ditch your boyfriend for me?" one guy steps closer to you being in the perfect range for you to kick his ribs into pieces. 
"I may not be a captain in Toman but I'm the one who taught them how to beat loosers like you are up." you smile as you use an uppercut to break another's chin. 
*20 minutes of fighting later*
16 guys knocked out on the ground has you smiling with satisfaction. Meanwhile Chifuyu knocks out his last opponent before sitting down on the street. 
"Chifuyu are you alright?" you kneel down next to him. 
"Yeah no worries, I just took a punsh in the face." he laughs it off as his nose starts bleeding. 
"No worries my ass, come with me we'll treat your wounds." you take his hand in yours as you walk to your house which is close by.
"It's not that bad." 
"Your face is not a punishing bag, it's not made to resist strong impacts. Yet you always get your face beaten in all colors of the rainbow." you point out as you make him sit down in the kitchen. 
"I like the rainbow." he puffs his cheeks. 
"Use make up not fists to decorate your face with it the next time." you ruffle his hair. 
"Do you have lipsticks in all 6 colors? If yes you could cover my face with lipstick stains then." 
"Wow they must've hit your head pretty bad." you fight back a smile, Chifuyu loves to tease-flirt from time to time but becomes shy right away. 
"They did but still." 
"I'll get my make up set when we're done then." 
Whenever you two hang out your friends would comment how you look like a couple or more than just friends. They'd call Chifuyu your boyfriend all the time. All the flirting doesn't help you two when you say that you're friends. You're unsure if it's just playful teasing or if he's for real so you two just keep going in circles. 
Cleaning the scratches and his bloody nose you loose yourself in your thoughts. 
/Now I wanna punsh these douchebags even more, his nose looks pretty bad. I can't take this, he's strong but if something happens to him I could never-/
"Hey, why are you crying?" Chifuyu asks, wiping the tear that escaped your glassy eyes. 
"Oh I just got emotional for a second, hate seeing my friends getting beaten up." you explain, rubbing your eyes. 
"I used to get beaten up even more before you thought me some tricks. Now I just take some hits and knock them all out." Chifuyu poses with his arms which makes you giggle. 
"Sure you do, I'll show you some more tomorrow." 
Silence surrounds you again as you put the plaster on his face. 
"That guy called me your boyfriend... why didn't you correct him?" he breaks the silence again, avoiding your eyes. 
"I liked the sound of it." you answer honestly, shrugging your shoulders. 
"Ouch ouch ouch that stings." he whines as you use medical alcohol to clean his wound on the lip.
"The more you whine the longer it'll take." you keep the tissue on his lip. 
"I can't feel my lip anymore." Chifuyu complains, tugging on his lower lip Inc you remove the tissue. 
"Let me test that." you wipe your thumb over his lip a finger under his chin. 
"How-oh. Sure." he looks at your lips and then into your eyes. 
"You felt that?" 
"No." Chifuyu gulps, one hand holding onto the shirt your wearing. "Maybe something else might help". 
"Anything particular in mind?" you step right in front of the chair, leaning down slightly. 
"The lipstick idea sounded nice. But for now please do it without the lipstick."
"You could've just asked me to kiss it better." you whisper, pressing a kiss on his swollen cheek and then on his nose. While his cheeks explode in a red blush you switch to his lips, softly moving against his. 
"No feeling yet, do it again, please." Chifuyu says not even a second after you remove your lips. "I don't feel pain when your lips are on mine." he flirts, leaving kisses from your neck until your collarbone. 
"Oh my bad boy huh~" you chuckle squishing his cheeks as you softly press another kiss on his lips. 
"Always~ And I'll omg is that a cake." he notices the chocolate cake on the cupboard. 
"Aaand bad boy is crossed out of my list of nicknames." you sigh as you hand him something to cool his lip with. "You'll get some later, use that cool pack first your lip is swollen."
"But I'm hungry now."
"Well if you wanna whine instead of cuddling up on my couch and get you face covered with kisses then it'll be that way." you leave him as his brain processes what you just said and immedi ately runs after you.
"I want kisses more than cake!"
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shujistars · 23 days
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cats or dogs?
tokyo revengers boys and their preference of cats or dogs. feat. hanma shuji, kisaki tetta, ken "draken" ryuguji, kakucho. author's notes: happy to do a part 2 if you guys want more characters! this is all i could think of right now. i'll need some inspo though ;)
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HANMA is definitely the type to have a heavy-set dog, some sort of guard dog. Not to mention, he wouldn't tell you or warn you he has one until you get back from a long work trip, one that's kept you away for several months, unfortunately. You'd walk into his apartment and see a huge black wire crate in the walkway, and not even be able to ask a question before a massive ton of muscle tackles you to the floor with an 'oof'. You're finally able to take a look at the monstrosity in front of you, and you see the pretty black eyes of a Cane Corso staring back, tail wagging so hard his whole body seems to be moving with it.
"Shuji!" you yell, "Did you seriously get a dog while I was gone?"
Your partner rounds the corner, finally, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead as he grins at you, before clicking his tongue in a specific pattern. The dog answers almost instantly, stepping back from you and sitting on his haunches, sliding into work mode so smoothly you'd never have thought he'd tackled you moments ago.
Hanma helps you up, of course, helps get your bags inside and all that. When you ask him how he trained the dog (his name is Rex, by the way), he'd smirk at you before mentioning that he used one of your shirts that you'd recently worn to help him remember your scent.
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I like to think KISAKI has a very pretty cat, like a Maine Coon. It's very particular about where it eats and what it eats, as well; it'll only eat when you're sitting next to her eating your own dinner, and needs to have you near her at all times because she has no concept of object permanence. Her name is something elegant, like Madeline.
You'll find him watching the cat camera at work often if you spot him staring at his computer with an expression much unlike the standard scowl he usually has. He'll watch her for hours, playing around with the toys he's gotten her, or lounging on the couch.
He takes her for regular groomings, and he clips her nails himself. She's quiet, which is unusual for a Maine Coon, but she has her chirping moments where you swear she can understand you when you talk to her. He addresses her like she's a human, as well. One time, when she looked as though she'd leap onto the television, he'd looked at her with a sigh and said "Madeline, darling, I don't believe that choice will pan out well for you or me", and she'd actually changed her mind after giving a half-hearted chirp at him.
She always takes her place on the couch nestled up next to him after a hard day, with you on his other side. His two favorite things in the world, he always says.
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Something tells me that DRAKEN owns a rescue; that man could never have just one or two dogs. Specifically, they're pitbulls or bully types, rescued from fighting rings and rehabilitated. You'd gotten the job of handling reception and processing the dogs, and it never got old to see Draken dragging in an old male pitbull, seeing him snarl and nip at Draken's hands as the man laughs, pressing a kiss to his head and then darting away quickly as his teeth quickly follow him.
That same old dog with the scars on its face becomes Draken's best friend. He follows him everywhere; he even gets the dog a vest to wear, marking him as a permanent resident after he fails several fosters for various reasons. it's clear that he's happy here, with Draken and you taking care of him, and he's made that abundantly clear. Draken names him Diesel, to match his own nickname. "Draken and Diesel," he says to himself one day as he's standing in the office, giving the dog the best belly rubs of his life, "what a team we are, yeah?"
When some of the newer residents get a little too aggressive with Draken and the rest of his staff, Diesel is always there to push between you and the snapping maw, a warning growl rumbling in his chest as he stands next to the worker, sending a loud BACK OFF vibe to the other dog. They listen, they respect him, and they lay off. Draken rewards him with treats after, of course; Diesel's probably a bit overweight, but Draken calls it his "happy extra pounds" with a chuckle.
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Surprisingly, KAKUCHO has a small dog; a dachsund, specifically a merle one. You aren't there for the initial adoption as you're at work, but he gets it for you after a hard day. You'd cried, of course, snot dripping from your nose as you held the tiny pup in your hand, its little pink tongue licking the tears away from your face. He'd beamed at you after, saying this was the first step to building a proper life together.
You'd watched the sweet boy grow up, getting him harnesses to go on walks and buying him some stairs to get up to the bed with you. Kakucho was adamant that he wasn't allowed on the couch, but you'd ignored him, patting the fabric and helping the boy up. You'd named him Biscotti, after those ridiculous airplane snacks, because he made you think of them for some reason.
You loved him enough that you'd gotten him a friend; a golden dachsund, with much longer hair and fluffy ears (who you named Butterscotch, to keep with the snack-focused names). They'd gotten along almost immediately, playing together while you and Kakucho cuddle on the couch, throwing toys and watching their little legs pump underneath them. You'd joked that you'd summon an army of "little lads", and he'd laughed so hard he almost tore an abdominal muscle.
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