#tr drabbles

[rizsu]

nonsensical questions — you must answer! tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen.

⤹ list ﹕ s. shinichiro + i. wakasa | f. toji + r. sukuna.

being a father means your child is either gonna humble you or throw questions only the divine can answer.

+ extra. for toji's part megumi's an older brother 😝

SHINICHIRO SANO — “well...!”

“daddy, if the sun went boom what would you do?”

curiousity is a child's best friend. when his son asks a question, the boy will not stop until he gets his answer.

curiousity, on the other hand, is not a father's best friend. shinichiro's more experienced than his five-year-old, he's had his fair share of ‘curiousity killed the cat’ moments.

as if shaping the mangoes into star-shaped pieces wasn't enough for him, he just had to spice it up with a triple question-mark (???) question and his cute actions.

the little one, or as shinichiro calls him, mini shini, was the one who introduced the question. he stretched out both arms and drew an imaginary circle in the air to reenact the sun going “boom!”

a sweat-bead trickles down shinichiro's neck. he swallows hard. if he dares to answer the question wrong, it'll only result in a challenging battle to make him eat the fruit. he ponders on the question, what would he do if the sun truly went boom?

die? no, that's too intense.

stop it? a power he wish he had.

tell the sun “don't do that!”? sounds like a perfect answer.

shinichiro places the star-shaped cutter down, lifting the boy onto the countertop. stabbing one of the many mango pieces with the child's fork, he imitates the sound of an airplane, swirling the fork in a bee-line before it lands in his son's mouth.

the action sends the younger one into a fit of giggles. he happily chews on the fruit, kicking his dangling feet back-and-forth.

“and as for your question,” shinichiro begins, “i'll tell the sun to not go boom-boom before it booms.”

he ends the sentence with a smile, gearing up the fork for another airplane run.

his son, however, doesn't return the excitement. instead, he tilts his head, slows the pace of his kicking, and questions his father, “but the sun is all the way up there. you're down here. how would that work?”

shinichiro smiles ear-to-ear, finding the genuine curiousity of his son amusing. he uses his free hand to ruffle the boy's hair, feeding him the fruit as he speaks, “because i'm your dad!”

WAKASA IMAUSHI — “realistically speaking–”

the backyard, wakasa, his toddler, a bucket of pink paint with a paintbrush, and a kid-sized vanity. it's finally daddy-daughter playtime and his little girl is energized and ready! after her well deserved nap, she's been more bouncy than ever. her steps have little jumps to it, her now messy pigtails still bounce with her, and her painted palms are evidence of the happiness.

as soon as the toddler woke up, she stared into nothingness to regain her senses. then, she immediately made it her mission to run to her dad.

“papa! papa!” was the only word heard throughout the hallways alongside her footsteps. it didn't take her any longer than a minute to find her father situated on the hammock outside.

she stopped in her tracks halfway there, raising a finger up to her mouth. it's an action she does whenever she's making a decision. wakasa looks peaceful; should she go to him or go back? of course, she goes to her dad!

when she arrived next to him, she stood on the tip of her toes to see inside the hammock. there he is, peaceful with his eyes closed. the slumber — or whatever he's doing — doesn't last for long. his newly found father instincts have been tickled and tingled. he sensed the presence of his daughter.

wakasa opened his eyes, greeting his daughter with a soft smile and lifting her onto him.

“slept well?” he asked, running his hand on top of her head in attempts to smoothen the stray hair strands.

“mhm, i did!” she nods.

“me too, princess,” he mumbles, yawning after the sentence.

the two sit in silence, enjoying the perfect weather.

toddlers aren't experts at sitting for too long. soon, she got bored and jumped off her dad's lap.

“papa, can i have a unicorn?” she pouts, patting her hands on his arm.

wakasa coughs. he accidentally choked on his saliva after hearing such a question. unicorns aren't real, and he's not going to rent a horse. it's not the same — his baby would be disappointed!

“an’ i want it to paint my table pink!” she disrupts his thoughts, adding another sentence to her previous one.

“i'm sorry princess. i can't get you a unicorn, but i can paint your table pink,” he breaks the news to her, immediately following up with a suggestion. although the unicorn won't be in the equation, the pink table will, and that's more than enough for her!

and that's the reason as to why they're surrounding her vanity with a bucket of pink paint. wakasa took his time to drag the vanity out, and his princess took her time to bring the paintbrush!

channeling his inner painter skills, he got to work as soon as she brought the brush. a little swish and swash of the brush and her vanity was eighty-percent finished. even though she lacked a brush, it didn't stop her from dipping her hands into the paint and using that as her brush. a bit of a mess, but nothing will ever get in between daddy-daughter time!

TOJI FUSHIGURO — “*lost the war and the battle*”

toji experienced more in emotions today than he's ever had in his entire life. whether it's the five stages of grief or exhaustion, he felt it all. his three-year-old daughter made sure to run her father's pockets and his mind dry. what was supposed to be a monthly home restocking run ended up being an expensive whatever-fits-in-the-cart-daddy-buys-it run. megumi got himself two lego sets, and the baby girl got herself a dollhouse.

don't be fooled; it's not just any regular dollhouse. it's a walk-in, spacious, pastel pink and white with purple accents dollhouse. toji knew the moment she stopped in her tracks with her mouth agape his card would end up maxed out.

he gulped, hoping that she doesn't turn around to him. during toji's younger days, if he didn't want to deal with something he'd pretend he doesn't see it. if he can't see it, the problem does not exist. but now, he's a father — he has duties!

as the younger sister by four years, megumi's bound to do as his sister says. the seven-year-old boy made sure to be his sister's knight the very minute she came into the world. he was in love, a little jealous, and absolutely adored her. if she wanted that dollhouse, he'd back her up!

“daddy—”

“not today, princess. not today.”

not today? such words are nonexistent in her world. something must be wrong with her father. she turns around, walking up to him with her arms stretched out. toji follows suit, bending over to lift her.

she squints at him, he pretends to not notice, megumi busies himself with his toy car while imitating the sounds of a sports car.

“i wan’ the dolly house!” she pouts, using one hand to repeatedly pat on his chest and the other pointing at the dollhouse in view.

“you can't have it today,” he explains, shooting her a small smile that has a double meaning.

again, she doesn't get it. once a child is confused, they begin using a word they won't stop using.

“why?”

“'cause i said so.”

“why?” she tilts her head.

“not today, sweetie,” he tilts his head.

“but why?” she raises an eyebrow.

toji begins to feel the stress creeping in, “because—”

“i can put my toys back if it's too much,” megumi intervenes, he's been watching them for a minute now. he, too, wants the dollhouse, but he won't say that! it's not in line with his knight image.

“no, meg'. leave it in there,” he rejects his son's offer. toji's been strong on letting megumi know he mustn't sacrifice his wants for others... and it'll be unfair if he had to put his toys back.

this almost set the three-year-old off — she wants that dollhouse! seeing that megumi's toys fit in the trolley, maybe she can break down the dollhouse and fit it in the trolley too.

“daddy, break the dolly house ‘nd put it in the trolley!” she increases the pace of the hand patting on his chest. she had a bright idea and she's going to stick to it.

toji goes silent. the idea isn't the smartest, but he felt his proud dad senses tingle. his second baby had a suggestion! an actual one! and she didn't use “why” this time!

giving in he walked towards to house, still against it but what can he do in the faces of his children? they're his weakness. he didn't win this time, but he'll win next time. this counts as the fifty-seventh lost.

SUKUNA RYOMEN — “apparently i do not have rights.”

“papa, let's play dress up.”

sukuna doesn't know if he's offended or proud. instead of a question, he was met with a statement. there weren't any greetings, any hugs, just nothing but a statement. she walked in with business! slowly, but surely, she's showing signs that she's taking after him and he's never been more proud.

however, such proudness doesn't mean he's going to twinkle and sprinkle. he's a man and will continue to look like it — not.

who told sukuna he had freedom of speech? what made him think his little carbon copy wasn't going to drag him? with her two hands securing their grip on his wrist, she walked backwards to her room. the only time sukuna accepts defeat is when he's face-to-face with her. he's a gun, but she's a bomb. it is evident that he's overpowered by her.

the moment he entered her room, he was met with instant sparkles and positivity. he knew he was about to be princess-fied and there's unfortunately nothing that can be done.

she sits him down on her stool. then, she grabs her tiara, standing on her tiptoes to place it on his hair. she gathers her toy makeup and her glitter-included perfume. sukuna's right eye twitches; he can feel the items laughing at him.

“it's makeup time!” she announces, opening the palette of six bright colours.

she dabs her finger in the purple eyeshadow. making sure there's enough pigment, she swipes it over on to his eyelids. one layer done, another to go. this time she goes in with blue just below his eyebrows. satisfied with the eyeshadow, she goes in with white in the middle to blend the colours. a perfect mix!

the next step is the blush. she whips out the blush, using three fingers to apply it this time. she repeats until she's satisfied with the amount. sukuna's cheeks are as rosy as a rose!

the last item is the lipgloss. it's also his most dreaded one. he despises the way the lipgloss feels on his lips — it's far too sticky for his liking! he'd rather use oil. in sad attempts to soften the stickyness, sukuna licks his lips.

she squeezes the tube until the gloss overflows. it's just the right amount to apply on and over his lips. her hands are a little shaky, but she's still a good makeup artist!

sukuna has now been princess-fied. due to his behaviour at her studio, she gives him a star sticker.

“papa, you're pretty now!” she compliments, clapping her hands at her creation.

sukuna took the compliment another way. was he not pretty before? did that mean she found him visually troubled? maybe she doesn't — kids are honest people, and she doesn't know how to lie yet.

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[honeybleed]

first drabble i ever posted 😭, no warnings but shuji being an asshole n reader handling dat, super suggestive at the end but no smut

word count: 0.8k

"Shuji." You hissed through gritted teeth with your arms crossed.

Spectators were beginning to mill around the ridiculous sight. Shuji purposely hogged the hoop machine as a spoiled child screamed his head off.

The little boy's face was beet red and scrunched up as he stomped his feet.

His hopeless mother was at a loss, she had asked Shuji for a turn but amused at the child's tantrum he gave a simple "nah" with his trademark lazy grin and carried on.

"Babe, I'm almost done. Mkay...?~"

You knew for a fact he was not done. Hanma Shuji was a troll. As long as the child continued, he'd hog the machine longer just to rile him up even more.

"Little squirt ain't even tall enough shoot and he's demanding a turn?" Shuji chuckled. "Kids, I tell ya."

Usually, you humored and brushed off his idiotic behavior. This wasn't the first and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Shuji turned to the bellowing child, his large hand gripping the basketball. He crouched in front of the boy with an arrogant smirk.

"Let's make a deal, buddy. You take this ball from me and I'll clear off. Deal?"

You winced. The child fell for Shuji's wicked grin, but you recognised that smirk all too well.

The kid attempted to snatch the ball from Shuji but he immediately rose to his lanky build and dangled the ball way above the kid's head.

That provoked the crying munchkin even more who hurled himself onto the floor as he kicked his legs and fists, causing Shuji to throw his head back and roar with laughter.

Something in you unleashed.

You pinched Shuji's ear and dragged him down after the kid stormed off with his mother trailing after him.

"You are so EMBARRASSING! I got all dressed up for this date, which may I remind you WE BARELY HAVE and you decide to terrorise a bunch of kids?!" You scolded as you shook him with force. “GROW UP!”

"Babe, quit it! Jesus Christ that fuckin' HURTS!" He whined. "I got it!"

You released your grip and glowered at him.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just can't help it sometimes." He snorted as he sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck. "You're not mad at me, are ya?"

"And why wouldn't I be?" You seethed. "You tortured that kid for no reason!"

"I was just teaching that little shit a lesson! I saw him bullying them other kids." Shuji protested.

"Oh that just makes it so much better, doesn't it?"

"Really?"

"No! You go apologize to that boy and drop me home!"

"Screw that kid." Shuji said defiantly as he turned his head away and folded his arms.

Shuji was not an easily embarrassed person. He was a fool to many people. The worst fool, a dangerous one.

But gasps and stares ensued as the famed God of Death was being dragged into the burger joint within the arcade by his ear, his enraged girlfriend marching ahead.

You released him as your eyes settled on the same kid and his mother.

"Sorry to bother you." You said with a smile plastered on your face as you faced the mother of the child. "My boyfriend wants to say something to you and your son."

"M'sorry." Shuji muttered under his breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Would you mind repeating that, honey?" You said as you pinched his side causing him to straighten up to his wiry frame almost immediately in a saccharinely sweet voice.

"I said...I'm sorry!" Shuji exclaimed, cheeks dusted with pink.

The kid pulled a face and then blew a raspberry at him, rushing away.

"Little fu-"

You swiftly jabbed your heel into Shuji's foot and twisted it before he could curse at the child, causing him to yowl in pain as he jumped up and clutched his foot.

"I'm sorry my boyfriend is a man-child." You sighed, and the timid woman simply gave you an understanding look.

The car ride back was frosty with you refusing to open your mouth to speak to Shuji after the stunt he pulled.

However, you couldn't ignore the shudder that crept up your spine and the gasp that fell from your lips as you felt the large hand fly down to slap your bare thigh and grasp at it.

"You can't stay pissed at me forever y'know." He drawled as his tatted hand began to trail up your skirt.

"I sure as hell can try." You retorted.

"You don't mean that." He said with a greasy smile as he parked in your apartment complex's parking lot and leaned over to bite at your neck.

"Please go to hell." You groaned as you attempted to push him off with little to no avail.

"Baby, c'monnnn..." He murmured against the skin of your throat. "I said sorry to the kid, what else do you want me to do?"

Your resolve was weakening. It's difficult with Shuji. You squinted your eyes shut as he cornered you against the car door, biting your earlobe.

Hands caressing your calves and thighs then sliding his tongue across your neck and collarbone. He'd never let any other girl yell at him or force him to apologize.

Yet he had a soft spot for you and you alone. His girl.

author’s note: yeah some parents kinda just let their kids get dragged yk damn well if that was my kid i’m cussin everybody out 😭😭 idc if he wrong but anyways

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[yuuuhiii]

this goes out to my itty bitty titty committee😘

Your boyfriend was very aware of your insecurities. Especially about your breasts.

The first time you guys were getting intimate. You were doing everything in your power to not take off your shirt. Of course he stopped and talked to you about it which was how he found out you were insecure.

“They’re just too small you know? I don’t know it’s embarrassing.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

So he started off small, to try and get you comfortable around him and just make you feel good about your body in general.

He’d compliment you whenever you didn’t wear bras while wearing tight shirts, urging you to go out in public like that freely because he knew how to fight.

Cuddle sessions he’d have your back flush against him and hand slithering under your shirt, gently massaging it.

You’d pout whenever he wanted to lay on your chest, telling him there was no cushion whatsoever and he’d always snap back with a,

“That’s okay. I wanna feel your heartbeat.” He wasn’t lying either, the sound of your heartbeat was always a sound that lulled him to sleep.

When you’re on top of him one night, you finally let him see them. He’s over the moon.

One, he can finally show you how much he adored your body.

Two, you trusted him with your body.

Right when your shirt comes off your hands are quick to cover them though.

“D-Don’t just stare.” You whine and he smiles, prying your hands away and gazing into your eyes.

“I love you.” He said so sweetly, even though you’ve heard it countless of times, it makes you flush and tear up.

He held the small of your back, his lips peppering small featherlight kisses along your chest. Whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

“So beautiful, my beautiful girl.”

Whines and gasps would leave you as he pulled one into his mouth. Sucking and rolling his tongue against your nub. By the end of the night you have to pry him off because he won’t stop.

You practically came alone from him just abusing your tits with his mouth. Now they were all sore and marked up. Even when you’re both falling asleep he’s still fondling them.

“Stop it, they hurt.” You pout, trying to swat his hand away.

“And you said I wouldn’t love them. I love everything about you baby.” He’d whisper in your ear, holding you closer to him.

— inumaki , yuuji , choso , yuuta , mitsuya, draken , sanzu, shinichiro , hanma , bakugo , deku , kirishima , aki , angel , armin , jean

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[shoyoist]

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — hanma shuji.

hanma doesn't know why he's so nervous about giving you chocolate on valentine's day. for fuck's sake.

he checks himself out for the seventh time in the reflection of the candy shop's display window, running a hand through the gelled locks of his dyed hair, fixing a strand that had fallen loose. chill the fuck out. he leans back against his motorcycle, hoping to god that he doesn't look awkward as he stands there, holding a heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers— starting to feel cold as the sun goes down in the distance, his leather jacket and skinny jeans doing little to protect him from the late winter chill. 

like, who cares if this is the first time he's spending a valentine's day with someone? he stares into the lidded, dusty gold eyes of his reflection. and who gives a shit that you're the first girlfriend he's ever had? the first person to ever sway his devil heart, to pull him down from the top of the world and dethrone him of the title of the lone reaper? … and who cares if he was over twenty whole fucking years old when you gave him the first kiss of his whole life? 

“shut up,” he'd hissed at hanemiya, who laughed at him while he was hunched over shelves of confectionery, unable to pick something for you. “shut the fuck up, b’fore i knock the teeth outta your fuckin' skull.”

“ooh, would ya really do that, now?” usually, anyone would cower and tremble in their pissy little shoes if the hanma shuji had threatened them like that. but hanemiya hadn't even flinched. 

“your little girlfriend might run from you, shuji honey,” kazutora had mocked, using the petname you always called him by. “can't risk that, man. not when she’s the first girl that's ever wanted your flat ass in your life.”

“can it, tora.” hanma had warned, voice low. “for a kid that sat in the class corner and got his shit beat in by every other kid in school, you sure have a sharp fuckin' tongue.”

“ouch.” hanemiya's wince was only fake. “hey, man. we're friends.”

to be fair, hanma had never thought much about love or first kisses or valentine's days, or even relationships in general. he was plenty amused and invested by kisaki's endeavours, sidelining his efforts to win over the woman of his dreams like it was a soap opera.

it was new, unwalked territory, and it made him nervous, made his heart flutter, goddamnit— to be in love with someone himself. and god he's fucking sweating despite the cold, as he stands there as patiently as he can and waits—

“shuji!” your voice calls him from behind, and he ignores the way his face and ears heat up as he turns around to find you. “shuji honey! i'm sorry i'm late!”

you wave at him as you rush over, your shoes clacking over the frosty sidewalk and your scarf fluttering in the breeze. the first thing hanma thinks is oh, fuck— because you're damn pretty, and also because your hands are full. of shopping bags that contain what he can only assume are valentine's day gifts for him.

suddenly, he feels embarrassed. the box of chocolates he spent so much time choosing for you, and the bouquet of roses (one of each colour to signify every kind and stage of love) feel suddenly empty. not good enough.

“hi baby,” he says, voice going rough as he softens it for you. leaning down so you don't have to get on your toes, he allows you to capture his lips in a kiss, parting his lips to give himself a sliver of your taste. “don't worry your pretty little head. i didn't wait long.”

“i went shopping.” you tell him, hanging some of your bags on the handlebar of his motorcycle, trifling through one of them for something. “shuji i knew you'd never dress correctly for the weather, so i made some last minute additions to my gift list and bought you these.”

you pull out a checkered scarf, very long in your hands — and you get on your toes anyway, slinging it around his neck and patting his chest before nodding in satisfaction and going back to the bag for something else. “that, and these gloves!”

you take out a pair of thick, black leather gloves and wait for hanma to finish wrapping his new scarf around his neck, before taking his large hands in yours and pulling the gloves on them for him. “aren't they nice?” you smile proudly, squeezing his gloved hands. “look at the silver buttons! you fasten them like this, and see! they're fitted perfectly.”

“i—” his voice cracks, and he blinks down at you in silence for a moment, feeling warm and fuzzy as you hold his hands in yours. “thank you, pretty doll. i love them.”

“and you better use them.” you huff. “i know you're freezing even now. it's a cold evening. you never learn, shuji.”

“i will, baby.” he has to grin at you then, because you're so fucking cute when you turn your nose up and frown at him, bossing him around like that. “promise.”

“kiss.” you pout, then, and his heart melts. he'd already put his flowers and chocolate down on the back of his motorcycle, so he wraps his hands and arms around your waist, pulling you in and enjoying the warmth you offer as he kisses you, his touch so gentle and tender even to himself. “love you, baby.” he says into your mouth, blushing again when he feels you hum happily against his lips. “i love you so much.”

when you pull away, your gaze wanders off to his motorcycle — and you look up at him, eyes somehow so adorable, sparkly and full of innocent joy. “are those for me?”

“who else would they be for?” hanma chuckles, snatching up the bouquet and chocolate, handing them to you. “happy valentine's day.” the words feel foreign, an inexperienced rasp to them as they leave his tongue.

he watches you hug the flowers to your chest, reading the label on the chocolate box, giggling as you notice your name carefully written in black marker on the pink ribbon tied around it. “it's not much,” he starts, but you don't let him continue. 

“i love them, shuji! these are my favourite kind of chocolate— and how did you know to pick these specific colours of roses, hm?” you raise an eyebrow, giggling even as you try to appear skeptical. “i bet kisaki taught you. you wouldn't know a thing about flower meanings.”

it's true — he didn't know. he'd asked kisaki for help himself. his little plant-loving genius of a friend had been delighted to oblige. “hey, don't be mean t’me now.”

“i love them, honey.” you smile, and hanma's heart flutters with the softness of your tone.

he knows you love him. you call him your honey, your sweetheart, your baby — as if he wasn't 6’4, tatted up and famous on the streets for being an on-and-off member of multiple gangs, a wild card and a lone reaper of souls that's never been defeated in a fight.

as if he wasn't quite terrible at giving you his love back. he stares again at his flowers and his measly box of chocolates, before glancing as discreetly as he could at all the bags you'd hung on his motorcycle's handlebar. “so, what's our plan?” he licks his lips. “we can go anywhere you want— name a place, i'll drive us there.”

“aren't you sweet,” you reach up to pinch his cheek. “hm, let's go to my favourite restaurant! you know the one. and after that we can drive around and head to the park you like. we can open the rest of your gifts there.”

fuck. “these all’re really for me?” he frowns at the bags — there are six of them, all tote bags in pretty pastel pinks and yellows.

“mhm.” you nod, utterly unaware of what you do to his heart. “i got you twenty presents!”

“the hell?” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the nape of his neck, puzzled. “why the fuck would ya do that, now?”

“buy you twenty presents?” you blink. “well, i was trying to get you something really meaningful, you know? something special. that's practical but also mmm, sexy — because that's the kind of thing you like.”

“and you had to buy twenty of these … practical and sexy presents.” hanma isn't convinced. 

you put the flowers and chocolate into one of the bags and climb onto the back of his motorcycle, rolling your eyes at him. “listen, shuji— i got a little carried away, alright? i'm nervous!”

nervous? you? he walks the few steps required to close the distance between you two once again. “hah?”

“mhm.” you grab at his stomach through his shirt and pinch, earning yourself from him a hiss of pain and a swat from his hand. “i'm nervous, because…” you smile, leaning in like you're telling him a secret. “i have to show you a good time—a little birdie told me this is your very first valentine's day date.”

hanma's embarrassment is evident as he tugs the scarf up his chin and turns his back to you, leaping onto the motorcycle and making it jolt, your panicked squeak and the way you grab at his jacket to steady yourself making him chuckle despite himself.

“hey!” you slap his shoulder, and he ignores you, twisting the keys into the ignition and revving his vehicle up instead. “shuji! you're mean.”

“‘m not.” he scoffs, backing up off the side of the rode and to the yellow line. “you're mean.”

he peeks at one of the mirrors and sees your pretty face twisted into a scowl, and his own face cracks into a smile. “you'd be a real sweetie if you told me the rest of the stuff you got f’me, though.”

“those are surprises.” your scowl lifts, as he pushes off the road with one foot and drives out into the street. you wrap your arms around his waist and press your body to his back, cheek against his shoulder as you let the wind into your hair and relax as he speeds up. “you can guess, though. so funny when you guess.”

“cause i never get anything fuckin' right?” he laughs, and then you laugh too, and hanma feels all warm and fuzzy again. god, he loves you. he loves you so much.

people would assume about a man like hanma, that he wouldn't settle for a first love. he would want experiences! he would want to taste love, passion, regret, heartbreak, unadulterated lust, the poisons and ambrosias of other people— but really, he thinks he can do just fine with just you.

he can do just fine with only your love, your presence, your warmth and your kisses from your lips his whole life. if he wants experiences, he'll have them with you.

“hey.” he says, half hoping his words get lost in the wind— but you hum in response anyway, so he continues. “i know i haven't even opened those presents yet, but thank you. alright? i really do appreciate it, baby.”

he laughs at the end, a little awkward, because fuck— he sounds so stupid when he tries to be serious and express something that isn't a joke.

then you kiss his shoulder, and he feels that warmth and fuzziness all over again. “of course. anything for you, shuji. i'll make sure you feel just how much i love you.”

and god, hanma just might fucking cry. his eyes sting, and he blinks the sensation away before it can build — but he still takes a little too long to reply, takes too long to swallow down the lump in his throat. “i love ya too.”

“shuji,” your voice is teasing, and he feels you tilt your face on his shoulder to look at him better. “you're tearing up, aren't you?”

“baby, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” he smiles anyway, because your laugh is beautiful, and when you push yourself up just a bit to place a quick kiss on his cheek, he turns his head just in time to make it a kiss on his lips. ”now stay put.”

note: inspired by an ask left to me by @vivianette. thank you for the idea, beloved<3 interactions, reblogs & feedback are much appreciated!

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[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Repost of Draken having the horsecock canon ™️ of the TR universe

AN. I said I needed something heavy on my tongue… ken is heavy, huge, barley fits. Just how we like it. Yes this is a repost, yes it makes me dizzy and I hope it does the same for you <33

W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI short and sweet, but not darken’s cock, he’s soft with you despite his massive shlong, very soft pet names like baby girl and princess, size kink for sure, gagging, you just really wanna take him all in but it’s a work in progress ///: <3

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He knows it’s not nice to chuckle when your on your knees for him, giving him the pleasure, focusing on his needs

But he just can’t help it. He can’t help it because it’s just so cute how you look at his cock. With furrowed brows, lips pursed with a bit of defeat, want, determination. It’s all tied in on that scrunched up look on your face. Not to mention just how small your hand looks pumping his girth, fingers just barely able to touch one another once you pump all the way down to his base.

He can’t hold it back, it’s a soft little noise that only makes you pout more.

“Baby girl, S’okay—“

“No Ken, m’gunna do it. Gunna take it all.”

You said that last time, and the time before that. And probably even the time before that. He knew you wanted to be able to take all of him, wanted your throat stuffed full of him and your nose pressed up against his pelvic bone.

But Draken also knew, simply put, that he was hung. And even as your pretty lips brushed over his tip, giving it a loving kiss before smearing your shiny lipgloss down his major vein. He knew he wasn’t gunna fit.

“Baby.” He murmured, his hand pausing the strokes to your hair to grab your chin gently. He tilted your face up slightly, holding back the laugh that threatened to bubble up when his cock bobbed, almost the same length as your cute, pouting face. “You know I don’t care that you can’t take it all—“

“But I want to, Kenny. Please, lemme, gunna try again.”

He hummed. He couldn’t say no to you, not when you started to pump him a bit faster, and especially not when you stuck out your tongue, licking at the seam in his balls just to hear him groan softly. His hand was in your hair again, fingers nothing but gentle as he spread his legs a little further apart, letting you get comfortable while he held your nape.

“Alright princess. Go ahead.”

You were almost giddy, pressing a final kiss to his leaky, swollen tip before you opened up your lips nice and wide for him. He watched intently, a small smile staying on his face as you swallowed him up. Your lips were so soft, tongue pressing up against the bottom of his cock as you sank, further… further.

You were about half way when his tip was against the back of your throat. You paused here, and he could feel how your lips started to tremble, how the hand on his base gripped him a little tighter. His cock twitched a bit as you swallowed around him, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he watched how you hesitantly pushed down further—

You gagged, hard, again. Tears rushing to your eyes and making you pull back. His cock bobbed when it was free, almost smacking back against his abdomen and snapping all the strings of drool so they’d cling to your trembling lower lip. Your whines were precious, eyes shiny when you looked up at him.

“Ken”

“Good job, little love.” He praised you despite the clear disappointment in your own gaze, his thumb pressing a steady pressure against your neck, trying to get you to relax. “Took more than last time—“

“But still not all of it.”

“S’okay.” He shushed you, leaning down to press a fond kiss onto your forehead. Your head laid on his thigh in defeat, lips latching onto the sensitive skin of his base to suckle on it, the sweet vibrations of your whines making his hips twitch. “You don’t need to take it all, little love.”

“I will… m’gunna…” Your mumbles were pressed against his skin, and you looked up at him with certainty, despite the tears and drool that stuck to your cheeks. “I’ll do it, Ken.”

“You will.” He helped you guide your lips back to his tip, his hand still forever gentle as it cupped your jaw, biting his lip as you sucked his tip like your favourite flavour of lollipop. “Eventually. We got all the time in the world to work that pretty throat open, sweetheart”

#yea #mhm it’s filthy <33 #tr draken #tokyo revengers drabbles #tr drabbles #draken x reader #draken x y/n #draken x you #draken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji #ken ryuuguji x y/n #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuuguji x reader #tr smut #draken smut #ken ryuuguji smut

[angelatsumu]

yours | k. nahoya [nsfw]

in which nahoya’s gonna have you the moment he sees you.

warnings: MINORS DNI, size kink, forced orgasms, corruption kink, near-syncope, dacryphilia, a little bit of soft!nahoya, sub space, hair pulling, use of toys, copious amounts of jealousy, nahoya is desperate, dubcon just in case, mentions of 'puppycunt' and puppy reader <3, insanely long (5.9k)

heavily inspired by this fic written by @ickyhrtz [nicknames, pining, docile reader, a menacing nahoya] !! go check it out <33

mitsuya always had you glued to his hip, his silly little puppy friend. the gang members he hung around knew you too well, knowing your doting personality and sweet little demeanor. you were like family to mitsuya, and soon you became family to many of them. they were all a little sweet on how cute and innocent you seemed, so smart but such a sarcastic little airhead sometimes. you never laughed at anything or made any comments without looking at mitsuya first; it was like he warned you about his members. the one you knew almost nothing of was nahoya. you knew he was the smilier of the twins, and you knew that souya was his brother, but you weren’t sure about anything else. nahoya was intriguing to you with his ginger locks and intoxicating smile, but the way he looked at you always intimidated you. he looked like you were his prey, like he could swallow you whole if he wanted to. you wanted him to, but takashi warned you that he never played nice with girls’ hearts. you weren’t in the business of giving it up for free, and your girlish fantasies extended far beyond screwing him for the night. so, you ran from him any chance you got, tucking into takashi whenever there was an outing of all your friends.

now at the dive bar down the road from takashi’s studio was no different. takashi had a successful fashion week in Milan, and to celebrate he went to the same dive bar he’d been bringing you and his friends to since he was legal. he makes his rounds mingling with people, posing for photos, and taking shots. of course, you’re always by his side with those cute puppy dog eyes and sweet little smile. mitsuya did you well tonight, nahoya thinks. he appreciates the view of your perky little breasts in that sweet tube top. he chides himself for letting his eyes linger on the swell of your thighs around the hem of that mini skirt; takashi knows what he’s doing, nahoya thinks to himself, sipping his beer before abandoning his post along the wall. he makes his way over to where you were all gathered, around the pool table with mikey, draken, takashi, and souya. you’re giggling at something snarky souya said, and mikey scolds him for having such a “smart ass mouth” around you. souya gives you a knowing look, and the beam of your smile lets him know that you don’t mind him. “’s okay mikey, sousou is just being a little silly. i like ‘im like that,” you grin sweetly, leaning into mikey a little as a little nudge. you’re so sweet, so taken into the conversation that you forget how high the hem of your skirt is, and mitsuya notices, but before he can act, nahoya’s already right there. when you come out of conversation, you stand upright only to have your back flush against nahoya’s chest. you immediately gasp, body instinctively jumping aside to move out of his way. he peers down at you with lidded eyes, that characteristic grin tugging at his soft lips. he licks his lips as he smiles down at you, eyes slowly raking over your form. “s-sorry kawata,” you whimper softly, stepping into the embrace of mitsuya as you shield yourself from nahoya’s scrutinizing gaze. nahoya fakes a frown, eyes scanning between mitsuya and your own pretty ones before he chuckles, shaking his head as he turns to walk away from the group. he’s lost in the crowd before you can blink, and you curse yourself for the throbbing in your heat.

nahoya’s not much better than you, right now. his cock’s semi-hard with just the brief scent and feel of you. you smell like a cloud of vanilla and strawberries, and your little frame felt so right against his it made him sick. how come mitsuya’s always hoggin’ ya? he thinks it’s unfair to keep such a pretty thing glued to his hip and not make her his. though, he is thankful that takashi hasn’t secured your heart just yet because he’d feel awful stealing you from him. nahoya’s never been disappointed in his efforts to woo a woman, but he prides himself on never crossing the line with his friends. you, though? you were the exception to the rule, and he knew that when he first laid eyes on your cute little face. he’d be lying if he said he only wanted to fuck you. he wanted to be seen by you like his gang members were. you were so gentle, so unafraid to be vulnerable with them, and they were allowed to feel the softness of your skin and the warmth of your touch. nahoya selfishly wanted that, and he wanted to make you his. he never felt this sort of conviction before, and naturally, his response was to fuck you into oblivion and give you no choice. with his dick imprinted on the grooves of your mind, how could you deny him? exactly.

“’m gonna go to the bathroom, ‘kashi” you hummed against the fat of his arm, and takashi nodded without disrupting his conversation with mikey. mikey beams at you as you sheepishly excused yourself to go touch up your makeup. immediately after exiting the bathroom, you find yourself between nahoya and the cool wall behind you. you gasp softly, and nahoya’s nose crinkles a little as a tell of his resolve wearing thin. he needs to take his time with you, but every inch of him wants to force his cock down your throat. “h-hey kawa-” ‘why do ya hate me so much pretty?” he cuts you off, leaning down to whisper in your ear. the music’s loud, yes, but the closeness to nahoya feels almost unwarranted. you’re trapped beneath him, feeling small under his gaze as he whispers sweetly in your ear. your skin’s hot, body trembling in place in anticipation. “ya scared of me, huh? scared of nahoya?” you shake your head ‘no’ slowly, and he relishes in the way your soft curls brush against his cheek with each turn of your head. he sighs, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “feels like it. everywhere i go, you’re glued to takashi. i said ‘s fine, she’s quiet, but then…then you start calling people nicknames ‘n i’m the only one without a nickname, pretty girl. so damn pretty but so damn mean,” nahoya teases as he places a gentle peck just below your ear. you freeze, hands gripping the sides of your thighs as your eyes widen at his boldness. your breathing falters, and you’re weak in the knees with the condescending tone the object of your desperation has. nahoya grins, against your skin, and he realizes he’s got you. “’m not mean~” you whine shakily, and nahoya moves a hand to grip your waist. he smooths his hand over the plush, warm skin he finds there, and he chuckles slyly in your ear. “then why don’t ya call me by my name baby? why’re ya shutting me out, hm? ya scared of me or sumn?” you huff sweetly, so sweet it has Nahoya taking in a shaky breath against the tender skin of your neck. he’s gonna fuck the shit outta you.

just when Nahoya was about to snake his hand along the insides of your thighs, takashi’s calling your name. “daddy’s calling,”nahoya teases against the warmth of your neck, and you bully yourself out of his grasp before shuffling off into the crowd. when you make it to takashi, you’re panting a little. his eyes fix on the heave of your chest and the blush along your cheeks, and a smile creeps onto his pretty features. “you drunk aren’t ya pretty?” takashi teases, and draken and mikey laugh at your scrunched nose in response. you huff and stomp your foot playfully at takashi, and he rolls his eyes before bringing you to lean against the pool table with him. “aye, someone tell smiley to bring his ass over here,” mikey grins sweetly at you before making a trickshot on the pool table. “souya, tell your brother I want him to watch me whoop you in pool,” Mikey teases angry, and angry frowns at him before rolling his eyes playfully. takashi whispers in your ear that you should go retrieve nahoya, and you immediately agree before shuffling away.

you’re lost in the crowd of people in the crowded bar, head spinning as you search frantically to find the golden-toned ginger. just when you’re on the verge of tears from the overwhelming sea of people, you feel a familiar warmth behind you. nahoya leans down to whisper softly in your ear, “heard you were lookin’ for me, pretty”. you nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut as you relish in the way his hands wrap around your waist to walk you out of the crowd and back to the pool table. mikey and draken whistle as the two of you approach, teasingly making eyes at Nahoya. “found ‘hoya, takashi,” you speak softly, shifting to stand near your friend once more. nahoya’s eyes glaze over at the mention of the nickname, red tip of his cock leaking precum into his pants. he shifts his gaze to you, standing prettily and unfazed by takashi’s side. he feels awful for envisioning fucking your sweet little cunt to the sounds of your mewls of his nickname, but the nickname was your own doing. nahoya bites his lip as he watches you intently, thinking of all the ways he’ll ruin you for being so teasing. “smiley! ya’ even payin’ attention? i just scored on souya twice,” mikey says cheerfully, and he mindlessly nods before averting his gaze back to you.

you can feel the warmth of his attention on you, and it makes your thighs squeeze together in neediness. your panties were drenched with arousal for the handsome ginger, and you were certain that if he were any closer he’d be able to smell you. you whine to yourself, occupying your senses by clinging to takashi more, leaning into him sweetly. takashi hums in response, hand mindlessly meeting your waist as he drunkenly gazed at the pool game in front of him. takashi drunkenly presses a kiss into your warmed cheeks, and he’s met with the coos and cheers of his friends. souya shoots you a surprised look as you bashfully shift in place, eyes avoiding nahoya. you can feel him glaring at you, and your cunt throbs at the thought of nahoya’s jealousy. you pray he isn’t noticing the way you rub your thighs together in search of friction; he does.

nahoya decides he’s done waiting and pining for you, and he steps over to takashi to whisper some goodbyes. “alright, ‘m outta here fuckers. need to go get my dick wet,” he smirks at his drunken friends, and they all scoff and grin at his comment. he high fives draken and mikey before taking his hand and laying it on your hair, scruffling it much like he would do to a puppy. that’s what he thinks you are, a sweet little puppy that needs to be rightfully owned. nahoya, however, doesn’t have the time to keep chasing behind a lost little puppy and her sweet little puppycunt; he’ll let you come to him.

the feeling of being pet was something you hadn’t thought would empty your cute little noggin. your eyes are glazed over, unfocused as nahoya’s presence grows further away. you’re staring off into space, mind following nahoya as he makes it to his range rover. you want to follow him, but you’re wounded by the idea of him going to screw someone else after how handsy he had been here with you. it made you burn all over, reminding you that takashi was right about him. takashi can sense the shift in your demeanor, noticing the way your lashline sparkled with small tears. he leans into you, sighing at the smell of your sweet perfume. “don’t let ‘im get away with fuckin’ another bitch while you’re here all wet for ‘im. go tell him about ‘imself, he needs that,” he slurs meaningfully, eyes crinkling as he gives you a lop-sided smile. you nod, sniffling and bidding the group goodbyes.

outside of the venue is chilly, wind making goosebumps speckle the copious amounts of skin that you chose to show. you curse mitsuya for saying you didn’t need a jacket, and just as you were about to turn on your heels and go inside, you feel a firm grasp on your arm, tugging you along the sidewalk to the parking lot. a gasp leaves your lips before you quickly swallow it, seeing the owner of such a vice grip. nahoya was peering down at you through his curls, grip never loosening as you both make it to his car. before you can protest, he’s opening the passenger seat of his luxurious vehicle and shoving you inside. your door slams before you can get a word out, and nahoya rounds the vehicle. he seats himself in the driver’s seat, and immediately his gaze meets your own. “the fuck is your pro-” ‘watch your mouth, pretty girl. ‘hoya’s not too happy with you right now,” he scolds you with a saccharine grin on his features. you blush, simmering in your seat at your eyes search his features for some form of softness; he only looks more cold than before. you whine, upset with yourself for falling for the soft nahoya you’d seen only an hour or so ago. now, you were met with the cassanova Takashi had warned you about.

nahoya’s steaming. he can’t shake the way he felt when he first cornered you, the smell of you doing nothing to relieve the ache in his pants. seeing takashi kiss your cheek, the very cheek he had nestled himself into, made him wonder what else you’d let takashi do. has he kissed your lips? has those tailored hands grabbed your breasts, lengthy fingers invade your cunt? did you call him sweet names as he fucked your tight heat? nahoya’s chest ached at the thought of your back arched for takashi, lips fixing to whine and whimper his name as you came for him. he needed to be the only one to make you cum for him; no one else in his gang could fuck you as well as he was about to. the fact that you had encased nahoya in your warmth, called him such a sweet nickname, and then let takashi place his lips on you? he was hurting inside as his ego shrank. nahoya didn’t know how else to fix it than to make you jealous, to drive you closer to him.

nahoya whips the vehicle out of the parking lot without much of a word. he’s reeling at the idea of fucking you until you can’t think of anything else besides him. he hopes his cock is enough to make you stay, but he’s also certain that he’ll never leave you alone even if you want to leave. his grip on the steering wheel tightens as he feels your hands ghost over his thigh, inching closer to the tent in his pants that he’s had since he first felt you against him. his eyes remain trained on the road before him, and he keeps that nonchalant, jaded gaze that made you feel small. you’re huffing to yourself, gentle hands palming over his erection as you lean over to suckle on his neck. your little mewls and whines against his supple skin has his cheeks warming, eyes threatening to flutter shut with the caress of your skin. you place a bit more pressure into your palming along his cock, muttering something you knew would make him frustrated—”good boy, nahoya”. nahoya grunts in disbelief at the audacity of you, moving one hand from the steering wheel and rooting it in your hair. the tugs at your roots, prying your face from his neck to force you to look at him. between glances at the road, he gives you a nonverbal warning, eyes narrowed at you in disgust. “you little fuckin’ brat. keep pushin’ my buttons, i’ll giva ya’ what kashi can’t,” he spits at you, and your cunt throbs at the threat.

nahoya arrives home shortly after the encounter, and he’s quick to drag you into his luxe loft. the apartment is cool-toned, and there’s red mood lighting that speckles the entry way and hallway. you admire the way he looks under the red light, ginger locks looking serene. nahoya’s grip on your waist is nearly painful as he shuffles you along to his bedroom. within moments of breaking the threshold, nahoya has you falling backward onto his plush king sized bed. he stands over you, sneering down at how pitiful you look beneath him. he wants this to hurt because he’s so angry at how easily you accepted takashi’s touch after feeling his for the first time. he resents you for avoiding him, and he wants you to suffer for it. he sighs as he slots himself between your legs, hardened cock under the confined of his pants pressing into your skantily clothed cunt. with one roll of his hips you’re panting, eyes looking up into his pitifully. “you’re evil, y’know pretty? paradin’ around with the attention from all the boys, and you always make your way back to takashi, hm? wind me up, call me a cute little name, ‘n then ya let takashi feel you like i do. ‘s like my touch doesn’t even matter,hm?” his words are mean as he ruts his hips against yours, whimpers separating every few words . he’s sensitive but he wants to torture you, to show you feelings that only he can.

you’re whimpering for him to do something, anything to relieve that aching in your cunt. your poor little clit hurts from the amount of teasing nahoya’s doing, rolling his hips against yours just right enough to have your toes curling. he looks beautiful above you, and you can almost see some desperation in his eyes. you’re melting under his gaze, settling into your subspace your body wants nothing more than to submit to him. nahoya can feel the throb of your cunt, a little heartbeat he teases to your dismay. he can tell you’re floating into that savory space he wants you in. “think you can cum like this, pups? think you can cum like this for ‘hoya?” you nod softly, eyes never leaving his as your hips begin to rut up to meet his thrusts. nahoya’s free hand moves to clutch your jaw, forcing it open with a gentle squeeze. he dribbles spit into your awaiting mouth, cock leaking at the sight of you swallowing it without being told. he mumbles a curse under his breath, hips twitching against you as your whimpers grow louder. “hoya ‘m close, please, can i-” you whimper so sweetly, hands tugging at his ginger curls with your eyes threatening to show tears. your lip quivers as you pout so sweetly at him, and he desperately wants to see you cum for him. “asked so nicely, pretty. go ahead—ha~ f-fuck—go on ‘n cum,” he grunts, hips stuttering as your small frame trembles below him. he bites his lip to stifle his moans as he grinds his hard-on against you as you cum down. nahoya pauses his movements to recollect himself, heart skipping beats at the sight of your subby mindstate. he sighs softly as he presses his forehead into yours, smiling sweetly at you as you pant softly under him.

nahoya peels himself from you, and he nearly nuts at the sounds of your protests. he’s fucked you and he hasn’t even gotten his cock wet yet. He shushes you sweetly before grimacing at himself in disgust for how domestic he was being. she’s gonna leave you if you keep being so soft, pussy he thinks to himself, and he not-so-gently forces your mini skirt and drenched panties down your legs. you whimper at the cool air hitting your sweet cunt, legging springing closed as you become insecure of how your pretty cunt looks. “let me see, baby. let ‘hoya see you,” he says with a sweet tone, forcefully prying your legs open to reveal your glistening, puffy little cunt. “what a cute little puppycunt,” he speaks mostly to himself, feeling the throb of your cunt against his fingers as he spreads your puffy lips apart. his eyes darken at the sight of your swollen clit and quivering hole; he’s gonna fuck the shit outta you. nahoya lets out a shaky breath as he peers up at you, appreciating the heave of your chest as you prepare yourself for his tongue. your cunt throbs under his gaze, hole clenching around nothing. nahoya spits on your precious pussy, admiring the way it drips down and pools beneath your hole. “bet this little pussy clenches every time ‘hoya calls you puppy, hm?” he’s proven right as he watches your needy holes squeeze once more, and he thinks he’s in heaven. “bet you can come just from my tongue, puppy,” he grins to himself as you let out a needy whimper. nahoya attaches his lips to your clit, sucking it between his teeth gently enough to elicit needy moans and slight thrashing of your hips against his face. he pulls away from the sensation, appreciating the trail of spit that connects his lips to you. his eyes are hungry as he mills over your act of neediness, carnal desire making you attempt to hump his face. his nose scrunches as he lowers his head to your heat again, thinking of how often you’ve probably humped takashi’s face; he’s jealous and you aren’t even his yet. nahoya drags his tongue up and down your slit, giving a few extra flicks to your clit with each glide. he’s glaring up at you as his tongue invades your tight hole, wet muscle ripping a moan from your chest. nahoya involuntarily ruts his hips into the mattress, taste of you driving him insane. he begins his strategic tongue thrashing as you whimper and whine for more, back arching as you grind your hips up against his face. your slick coats his chin, mouth, and nose with each wanton grind upward, and you’re biting your lip to quiet your needy moans. nahoya’s cheek warm as your hands take purchase in his hair, shoving his face further into your dripping heat. you’re close, chest heaving and eyes beginning to water. nahoya’s nose deliciously brushes against your clit, and you whimper a hoya as your cunt pulses and squeezes around his tongue while you reach your high. nahoya nearly creams at the feel of your squirt coating his face, a quiet moan getting lost in your heat.

nahoya pulls away once he’s certain you’ve come down from your high, but he’s hungry for more of you. nahoya’s quick when he moves to his bedside, grasping a cute mini vibrator that was the calmest shade of lavender. he grins cheekily as he makes his way back to you, settling between your thighs again. he smacks the inside of your thighs harshly, forcing your eyes to jolt open and meet his gaze. “’m not done with you, pretty. ‘m still upset that you let stupid old takashi touch you more than me,” nahoya grins, moving to press the vibe to your swollen, sensitive clit. the feel of it alone has your hips moving away from him, whines and pleas leaving you. “c-can’t, n-not ready,” you whimper, body scooting itself up the bed. nahoya rolls his eyes at your dramatic behavior before gripping your ankle and tugging you harshly down the bed once more. “don’t care, didn’t ask, plus-” he starts as he turns the vibrator on to it’s highest setting. “how else am i ‘posed to remind you this cunt belongs to me,” he finishes with a teasing grin. you whine once more, attempting to move your hips away from the vibe being pressed into your clit. nahoya lowers himself so that he’s eye level with your dripping cunt, and he watches as your tiny hole clenches and tightens around nothing. you’re heated all over, vision blurry and mind drawing blanks with the indescribable pleasure you were feeling. your abdomen was tight as your chest heaved for air, cheeks warming and becoming damp with tears. your hands move to grip your breasts harshly, hips thrashing in an attempt to run from the sensation you were feeling. nahoya spits on your cunny once more before sliding two fingers into your sweet heat, curling them to tease that spongey spot that has your high barreling towards you in seconds. you’re shaking your head, pleading to be let go, but nahoya merely snarls in response. “fuckin’ cum already,” he spits, fingers thrusting faster into your tight cunt, drag of his fingertips along your walls making your hips stutter. “c-can’t!” you cry, tears blurring your vision as nahoya scoffs at you. he’s so mean when he presses the vibe into you harder, sending you over the edge in a loud and pornagraphic moan. your squirt coats the sheets below you as well as some of nahoya’s pretty hair, but nahoya’s fingers don’t cease their ministrations. you whimper and whine, drool spilling from your lips as your hips attempt to move up and away from the overstimulation. you’re overheating, eyes fluttering shut as you feel your body close to breaking. your mind’s empty, unable to form coherent thoughts as you quickly approach another orgasm. nahoya moans softly, hips rutting harshly against the mattress as your cunt squeezes his fingers so tight they barely move inside you. all of your energy is expended as you coat his warmed face with your cum once again. nahoya coaxes you through your orgasm before pulling away, smiling down at you in a way that would have you whimpering—if your eyes were able to stay open.

nahoya delivers a light smack to your face, earning a gasp from your swollen lips. he smiles down at you as your eyes flutter open, and he comments “stay awake for me, pups. gonna give you my cock.” nahoya rids himself of hit bottoms, cock springing free. his dick is pretty with the swollen, leaking red tip and slight curve of his shaft. he’s much bigger than you, and it makes his cock twitch to think about the size difference between you. he’s certain your poor cunt will struggle to take him, and he knows he’ll have to fuck you into submission because of how tight you are. nahoya moves to slot himself between your legs, sensitive tip of his cock brushing against your clit. your legs are slid over his shoulders, and he presses his weight into you, leaving you completely defenseless. slowly he presses his tip past your tight ring, and he curses under his breath at the squeeze. you’re so damn tight and he knows his cock will ruin you for anyone after him. he presses a bit further, hissing on how impossibly tight your cunt squeezes him, pulsating around him as he stretches you beyond comparison. you’re light-headed, chest struggling to get air as he presses another inch of himself into your welcoming walls. your cunt’s heaven to him, so soft and plush around his stiffening cock. nahoya grins down at you as he watches your eyes well up with tears, silent pleas for him to be gentler. he decides against it, pressing even further until he physically can’t press past the tightening of your cunt around him. he grunts, rubbing your clit with his thumb to loosen you up. a hiss involuntarily falls from his lips as you thrash from the oversensitivity of your clit. he smacks the inside of your thigh as he grits down at you, “stop fuckin’ movin’ or i’ll cum.” you blush, hands moving up to press along his tummy to ease the ache. nahoya smacks your hand away, narrowing his eyes at you in warning. “’s too much, too—sniffle—big,” you plea for him to show mercy, but he merely chuckles in response. “’s too much? ‘s that it? poor cunt’s only used to ‘kashi’s cock, huh baby?” he teases with another thrust of his hips. he seats himself entirely inside your impossibly tight cunt, and immediately he collapses on top of you. without a warning or whimper, you cum undone for the nth time.

nahoya lifts himself just enough to steal a glance at your precious afterglow, eyes glinting at your cute features. His heart softens at the flutter of your eyelashes, big doe eyes peering up at him as you whimper softly. “you’re mean, ‘hoya,” you cry, lip wobbling as you whine and pout up at the cheeky grin he holds. he sighs at you, hips beginning to draw back from you before colliding them harshly against you again. “oh yeah?—fuuuuck—hows ‘Hoya mean baby?” he’s teasing and cruel the way he rocks his hips skillfully against you, drawing little whimpers from your pretty, swollen lips. you’re so cute the way you cry and thrash underneath him, head floaty and fuzzy as he fucks your small frame. you use all your little energy to mumble through tears, “c-cuz you said—haah!—you said, said ‘kashi fucks me, ‘n,” you pout, words getting caught in your throat as nahoya picks up speed with his tactful thrusts. He looks down at you like he’s waiting for something, taunting grin making you feel small beneath him.

nahoya’s eyes flicker softly at the way your lips part to speak again, and he offers you a nod to encourage your words. “tell ‘Hoya baby, go on,” he grins, hips fucking deeper into you as you feel your abdomen burning with arousal. the ringing in your ears subsides just enough to allow you to finish your cute little thought. “‘n was mean—hmph—was mean because y-you’re—please ‘hoya—the only one my puppycunt wants,” you manage to babble, eyes squeezing shut as your mind floats further into sub space. Nahoya’s surprised you were able to manage such a coherent little thought, and his cock twitches at the feel of your cunt squeezing him through another wave of orgasm that hits you. he sighs sweetly, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he leans forward to press your thighs flush against your shoulders “mm, such a sweet little hole for me, huh baby? gonna—ohfuck—gonna let ‘hoya make you cum again, hm? gimme it, know you can,” nahoya whines out, sadistic facade wearing thin as his eyes fall on your reddened cheeks and the way your mouth sweetly falls open with each drag of his leaking tip along your gummy walls. he’s so close, so close to painting your insides and making you his for good.

“can’t ‘hoya! bein’ so mean, ‘s too much” you whimper softly, drool escaping the corners of your lips as you press against his shoulders weakly in an attempt to stop him. he scoffs at you, eyes glazing over in frustration at how disobedient you can be sometimes. he has to keep making you cum, why don’t you get that? Nahoya shifts his weight so that he can wrap his hands around your waist, dragging you back to him and rutting his hips harshly against you. you cry out softly, back arching with each spiteful thrust of his hips. he’s glaring down at you without pity, free hand moving to grip your jaw harshly. he can tell you’re close with the way your cunt pulsates around him, sucking him in so tight he can barely move. “open the fuck up, huh? stop fuckin’ squeezin’ and let me the fuck in again,” he spits at you, light smack to your face making you fall over the edge. “good fuckin’ girl. takashi could never make you feel like this, never. fuckin. forget. It.” his words are punctuated with his painful thrusts, tip brushing against your spongey spot in a way that has your vision going white.

“you’re fucking mine—f-fuck—right baby?” He whines softly as he falls forward, thrusts growing sloppy as he reaches his high. “‘m yours ‘hoya, please, k-kiss me! n-need it,” you whimper softly, barely able to keep your eyes open enough to peer into nahoya’s. his gaze has softened again at how fucked you are, and he crashes his lips into yours for the first time tonight. The kiss is feverish and needy as he fucks his girthy length into you, tip kissing your cervix. his cock twitches at the way your tongue weakly swirls with his, teeth clashing as your back arches in attempt to get closer to your new lover. he swallows you whole as he cums deep within your tight heat, a soft whine leaving his lips and the warmth fans against your mouth.

“n-need one more,” nahoya pleas, hand reaching between the two of you in a rush. his thumb slots over your clit, rubbing in circles that send surges through your entire body. your pretty brown eyes peer up at him, searching for pity only to be met with a softer, more loving gaze from nahoya. his cock twitches at the feeling of your pulsating walls, coming around him one last time as your body gives out. you whimper almost too quiet to hear as your eyes flutter shut. you go limp in nahoya’s embrace, mind blanking as he watches you go faint. he shouldn’t be turned on seeing your passed out form, but he is. still, he grunts before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

you awake to an empty bed, and your sweet little subspace crumbles at the loneliness. your eyes prickle with tears as you sit up in nahoya’s bed, whimpering and lip quivering softly. “hoya,” you sniffle softly, clutching the sheets closer to your chest. nahoya comes running into his bed room hurriedly, immediately beelining to you and pulling you into his arms. you sniffle sweetly and his heart melts at how cute you are, and you’re finally his. He speckles your face with kisses, sighing at after each one. “you’re my baby, aren’t ya?” He hums and you nod softly, nuzzling into his neck. nahoya scoops you from the bed, walking you to the bathroom where he’d drawn a bath for you. “such a good puppy for me,” he praises, pecking your forehead softly.

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[hash1ras]

★ toman members as chase atlantic songs

part 2 | kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu

full tr inspired playlist here <3

★ kazutora

★ mitsuya

★ chifuyu

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[maehemthemisfit]

Can we have #29 with Sanzu from the dialogue prompt list? But it's the reader saying that to him instead if that's okay with you 🤧

(am i doing this right?)

Prompt #29 - "You look so cute when you're flustered."

Warnings: fluff, cursing, Sanzu, reader is gender neutral!

A/N: Yes, you did it right anon! ✨🎉

To say Sanzu was annoyed would be an understatement. He'd been stuck babysitting one of the new gang members for the past hour which wasn't by choice. All he wanted to do was enjoy the drink he bought, think over some plans, and maybe see what Mikey was up to later, but no, he couldn't even do his first objective in peace, not when you were examining him like a newly discovered specimen.

It bothered him the way your eyes did more than linger on his exposed face, tracing every curve, crevice, flaw, and scar that etched his skin.

His brows scrunched at the thought of you burning his features into your memory, most likely filing it off in a cabinet of your worst fears or a category of disgust. He could feel his eye twitch.

"Are you done eye fucking me, or what?" He sent a sharp glare your way, causing you to blink back into reality and straighten your posture.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just never... seen you without a mask," You cleared your throat. Instead of doing something drastic, he sighed, rolling his eyes as he relentlessly sipped his drink so he could end his suffering and pull back the mask that shielded everything he hated. "You're really pretty."

He fucking choked, fluids nearly shooting from his nose as he coughed out the liquids that fell down the wrong pipe.

Did he hear you correctly? You must be fucking with him, right? Who could ever find his scared face pretty?

His face was tinted a pink that could easily put his hair to shame, a fist coming up to cover his mouth as he suppressed another cough. You relished in his startled and bashful expression, finding the red creeping up his neck adorable while his eyes avoided you, clearly unfamiliar with the phrase being used on him.

"W-What did you..." He wanted to ask but decided against it. He heard you clearly, and hearing you say it again would torture him even more—

"I said you were pretty. Beautiful even." You beamed, leaning forward as he leaned back, eye wide and filled with puzzlement. "Your eyes, your pout, your cute little-"

"Stop, stop talking!" His voice came out meeker than he intended, hand covering his face completely as he tried his best to control his heart beating violently against his ribcage. Was it always this hot? Someone should really open a window...

You smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. "Aww, you're so cute when you're flustered."

His baby blue orbs snapped back to you, mouth open and closing like a harmless guppy. Your gentle poke on his face had him breathing correctly again, huffing as he pulled up his mask and stood from the booth to leave.

"Wait, come back!" You giggled, happily following behind him to tease him more.

"Go away..." Sanzu groaned, contemplating if he should make a run for it until you grabbed him by the arm, slowing him down to a stroll.

"We still have a few more hours together." You reminded, cooing at the way his brows crossed and imagining the scowl he was making under his mask. There was no way you could find him intimidating after this.

Why me... Sanzu could only grumble, unable to do anything about your presence. He'd threaten you to keep quiet about what happened, but you'd only chuckled and waved him off, saying if he'd let you squish his cheeks, then maybe you'll consider.

Just how the hell did he end up in this mess?

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[blueparadis]

▏rose bath  ▏k.hitto   ▏

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

notes — part of sizzling sextember. also tagging @lalunanymph

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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@tokyometronetwork

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[hoetani]

| COLD NIGHTS |

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of jealousy (17+ Blog)

Relationship: Sanzu Haruchiyo x fem!Reader

Requested: Yes, see it here

The summer months are beginning to fade, leaving behind a distinct chill in the air. It’s something you should’ve accounted for when you were getting ready earlier as you slipped into a breezy dress. The jumper you debated bringing lays cosily at home, laughing at your regret.

Of all things to do after a nice dinner, you didn’t expect the Bonten executives to willingly indulge in a nightly walk around the city, but you suppose there’s a sort of thrill to appraising the streets of a city you own.

The hairs on your body stand to attention when another gust of wind brushes by. Your boyfriends eyes slide down to settle on your quivering lip before he barks out a laugh. Your grip on his hand tightens.

“H-haru,” you chatter, “I’m really cold.”

The teasing lilt to his tone is indication enough that the next words out of his mouth aren’t going to be helpful. His eyebrows move suggestively as he whispers, “I know a way to warm you up.”

“Does it involve giving me your jacket?”

He laughs, “You definitely won’t need a jacket…or any clothes for that matter.”

Not even his sly words can quell the unbearable coldness settling in the depth of your bones. Huffing, you wrench your hand out of his hold in favour of rubbing your bare arms. From the corner of your eye, you spot the younger Haitani in deep conversation with Kakucho.

“Haitani!” You shout, and he tilts his head to face you, “Can I borrow your jacket?”

His face scrunches in confusion, eyes flickering between you and Sanzu as he wordlessly follows through with your request. Immediately, the familiar presence of your boyfriend looms over you in full force, his aura menacing. His suddenly harsh voice makes you jump, “Put that back on Haitani.”

And before you can pull away and protest, a heap of material is dumped on your head. It’s warm, cosy and smells like shoe-polish and gunpowder…like him. Every whiff makes your heart stutter as you bask in his scent. As soon as you adorn the expensive garment, your hand is held hostage once again, but this time in a tighter grip. The warmth of the material seeps in and you sigh contentedly.

“You’re acting like I was about to sleep with him,” you can’t help the growing smile on your face but knowing his easily jealous nature, you squeeze his hand in firm reassurance.

He grumbles under his breath, but as soon as you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, the nasty scowl melts and he’s once again putty in your hands.

“You play dirty baby.”

And it’s true. You do.

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[queenbees21]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, your his and that’s all that matters, He’ll be with you no matter what happens or who tells him no. He’ll go through all the trouble even if he has to commit murder just to have you. No matter what happens, he will find you in his arms once again and you can count on that ➣ 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐞 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him. He thinks it’d be his fault if you ever got hurt, so secret smiles and forbidden glances will have to do. Even if he craving for your touch but he’ll deal with that craving if it means keeping you safe and sound. You’re his baby, the love of his life, his reason to even live. He’d do anything to keep you together no matter what. ➣ 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢 | 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 | 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 | 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐭 | 𝐊𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨, If they see anyone walking by that doesn’t like it. They’ll keep making out with you just to see how the person will be able to ‘stop’ you both. Mind you they can’t cause they won’t let them➣ 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 |

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 If the person so much as try to separate you two apart, he’ll beat them to a pulp if they try to convince you to give in and leave him. They won't let them have a chance to go near you, So they better get ready for the beating of their life,” ➣ 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 | 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 as if they're bold enough to even try anyways. They can’t even come near you both and say “You can’t do this,” cause they won’t and he’ll dame well make sure of that. ➣ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 | 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 and try to “convince you” to break up with them. As if they’ll give them the chance to so much as go near your ever-so-pure presence. ➣ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞 | 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 | 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 | 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 | 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 as if you’ll leave them. You both can’t get enough of each other. So why did they think, you’ll leave the one precious being that makes you so happy and loved every single day of your life? Of course, you said “No I won’t leave them,” cause why would you? You love them too much to leave. They pat your head and say “We’ll done, you stood up for yourself.” ➣ 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 | 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢 | 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

A/n - Thanks for reading, Hoped you enjoyed! Stay safe and have a good day and night 🫶 - 👑🐝2️⃣1️⃣

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[honeybleed]

— ★ THE GIRL YOU LIKE // SANO SHINICHIRO

content & warnings: female reader, reader’s friend kinda sets her up but not intentionally 😭, benkei, wakasa & takeomi are sibling mean to reader, fluff & crack, reader tries to make shin jealous (and fails), bit of a bittersweet ending

author’s note: this was the corny fic i was talking about. it’s very i’m not like other girls esque but it was fun to write!

word count: 1.5k

"Now, what brings such a pretty face to my shop?" Shinichiro grinned as he leaned over the counter.

"Why does he use the same line on every girl?" You thought to yourself. If you rolled your eyes every time Shinichiro shamelessly hit on a girl who came by SS Motors, you were sure they'd be stuck at the back of your head.

The girl looked like a model, and quite frankly you were waiting for her to shoot Shinichiro down almost immediately.

You honestly did find Shinichiro handsome, with his unruly jet-black hair, dark eyes and towering figure. He’d come a long way since the ridiculous pompadour he used to sport in his teen years.

But women — well the women he always hit on were turned off by his overeager nature. Wakasa didn’t even need to try and he had women throwing themselves at him.

Shinichiro had been one of your best friends since middle school. You’d been present for most of his life events.

When he created Black Dragon, and when he opened SS Motors, you even helped him look after Mikey and Emma sometimes. He couldn’t imagine life without you.

He always remarked that you were the female version of him.

“Here to pick up a spark plug. For my bro.” The girl giggled.

Oh?

She plucked the cigarette from Shinichiro’s lips and took a drag from it as she shamelessly eye fucked him. Her tits pressed together. You blinked at the absurdity of it all.

How bold was this girl?!

Shinichiro’s face was beet red as he stuttered at the girl's forwardness, his hand trembling as he handed her the box.

“Do…you wanna go out sometime?” Shinichiro finally stated as he cleared his throat.

“Mhm, sure cutie.” She grinned as she took out her bedazzled hot pink flip phone. “Give me your digits.”

You headed to the storage room of the store, mind struggling to comprehend the fact that that even took place.

What was this burning sensation in your chest?

You took your break earlier, still struggling to fathom your feelings. Calling your friend Mai to meet up with you.

Mai was the opposite of you when it came to aesthetics.

She always had her hair and nails done, she loved moon boots and platforms. Whether it was cargo pants, jeans or a miniskirt, she had a thong showing which sent guys and girls crazy.

Meanwhile, you were always in an SS motors uniform jumpsuit. You’d even maintained a pixie cut because sometimes you found long hair difficult to maintain.

“I knew you liked him.” She snorted.

“I do not like Shin!” You cried out.

“Yeah? So why else would you be clutching your chest?” She replied as she had her hand on her hip. “Just be honest with yourself, Y/N.”

How the hell did you like that dweeb? The same one who ruins movie nights by doing a Dutch oven under the blankets?

You shuddered.

“He’s my best friend!”

“Best friends don’t get jealous over each other dating.” She let out a sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Look, why don’t you just one-up him? Go on a date and see his reaction, then you’ll know where you stand.”

“Go on a date with who, Mai! Have you seen me?”

“Oh stop it. You’re a hottie! You just scare people off. And you aren’t seriously gonna date this guy, this is just to rile Shin up. I’ll set you up with this dude who's been blowing up my phone nonstop.”

Mai was too busy to give you a makeover. She shot you a text reminding you to dress pretty and lent you a bunch of products.

You gazed at the small makeup bag. It surely couldn't be that hard..? Anybody can apply lipstick. Even if it was an unappealing light pink.

The mascara wand looked clumpy but a few strokes wouldn't look terrible. Right?

Mai and you both had brown complexions, Mai was lighter than you but it wouldn't make that much of a difference, surely?

You frowned when you were finally finished applying the makeup. Adding some extra powder didn't help.

"Don't sweat it." You recall Mai's words. "Even the prettiest makeup look will feel weird since you never wear it. You'll think you look goofy."

"Act natural, act natural, act natural." You kept repeating to yourself as you bit your tongue. You made your way out of the bathroom, passing the garage where a few of the Black Dragon members were chilling on the couches, smoke circling the room.

"Eh?" You felt Wakasa's half-lidded eyes fixate on you as Benkei called your name.

"Where you goin' all dolled up...?"

"Dolled up?" Takeomi echoed. "What's with the clown makeup?"

"Shut up!" You cried out. "It's not for you anyways, mind your business!"

"Yo, Y/N! I need your help real quick, can you-" Shinichiro's eyes immediately widened and he dropped the wrench when he looked at your face clearly.

He pulled a face, his eyebrows furrowing together. Something looked off about you but he couldn't tell what.

His reaction had the three men in hysterics, clutching their sides.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" You yelled which only made them more rowdy and unruly, Takeomi slapping Wakasa's thigh as Benkei clutched his sides.

"WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?!" You barked, makeup sweating off from how humiliated you were at this shoddy plan of yours to make Shinichiro jealous going awry.

Wakasa began to sing a circus theme, earning more raucous laughter from the men, hooting and hollering as they rolled around.

"I'm going on a date, so no I can't help you, Shin!"

"You can't just bail on a shift, Y/N..!" Shinichiro said, voice stern. "You've never done that before. You gotta tell me beforehand."

"Well I'm going and you're ain’t stoppin’ me!" You hissed. You turned to make your way out but immediately stumbled with the stiletto heels which restarted the chorus of laughter again.

A roar of an all too familiar motorbike.

"Why are you here...?" You asked, voice wavering.

Shinichiro gave you an awkward smile as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Figured you'd need a chaperone or something."

"He didn't even turn up." You said stiffly. "He probably saw my clown mug from a distance and took off running."

"Who is he?"

"What's it to you?"

"Tell me his name so I can find him and kick his ass. Or at least get one punch in."

You shared a laugh, knowing Shinichiro wasn't renowned for fighting. You appreciated the sentiment all the same.

"He didn't even wanna go on a date. Mai just forced him and he thought she'd give him a chance if he went on this charity case one." You said lowly.

You looked up to meet the empathetic look in Shinchiro's dark eyes.

"Don't take Waka n' em seriously." Shinichiro said airily as he leaned against the railing. "I told them they were being dickheads. You're like a little sis to them. Hell, I'd probably be a pain in the ass like that when Emma grows up and wears makeup."

"I got thick skin, I'll live." You murmured. "Never touching makeup again after this though."

Shinichiro bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to say.

“You wanna grab a bite to eat?”

You swallowed thickly, eyelashes spiky from tears.

“Jeez, don’t start cryin’ on me. I thought you had thick skin?”

“I’m sorry.”

Shinichiro threw an arm around you, pulling you close he tucked you into his side. As you buried your face into his chest, you felt him rub your back.

“What’s the matter, huh?”

“Feel so stupid.” You sniffled. “He never even liked me.”

“That’s his loss.” Shin said firmly as he tilted your head up, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb as he smiled at you.

“Thought you were with that girl.” You mumbled.

“Oh yeah, I screwed that up royally. Couldn’t speak without stumbling over my words.” He snorted.

“I only agreed to go out with that guy to make you jealous.” You hesitantly admitted.

“Huh?”

Shinichiro realised you’d been acting off since he agreed to take that girl out. But he had no idea you liked him.

“I don’t know why I just couldn’t stand the idea of you being with somebody else. I don’t know. I was probably afraid you’d stop talking to me as often. You’re-”

“The female version of me.” Shinichiro cut you off with a smile. “Idiot, even if I got a girl I’d never stop talking to you. We’ve been through hell and back, Y/N.”

“…So…I guess you don’t like me back then. Huh?” You said with a pained laugh.

“Hey, listen to me.” He began. “That’s the thing…you mean the world to me. And I’d hate to lose…us over jumping into something over impulses.”

You nodded. It stung but you understood where he was coming from.

“It’s not a no. It’s a we’ll see. Okay?”

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to go through this twenty times without losing your mind.” You said with a chuckle.

“It’s called resilience, baby.” Shinichiro said with a toothy grin. “By the way, get your own fries. I’m tired of you saying you don’t want a side then pinching off my plate.”

“I’m going to do exactly just that.” You cackled as you wrapped your arms around his waist as he began to rev up his bike.

author’s note: PURRRR I FINALLY GOT ANOTHER TR PIECE 🤞🏽 as a makeup girlie plz learn ur undertones unless u wanna end up like our sis Y/N. anyways ty for reading, if u got this far reblogs n interactions are always appreciated

#tr x reader #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #shinichiro x reader #tr drabbles #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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LEFT SIDE BF : MEGUMI, YUUTA, CHOSO (jjk) BAJI, MITSUYA, draken, kakucho, souya, seishu (tr) KATSUKI, IZUKU, eijiro, hitoshi (mha) ARMIN, LEVI, colt (aot)

RIGHT SIDE BF : SATORU, YUUJI, TOGE, suguru (jjk) MIKEY, CHIFUYU, ran, rindou, nahoya, izana (tr) DENKI, HANTA, (mha) EREN, JEAN, CONNIE (aot)

(half of them are having their first kiss as well they’d just totally kiss like this)

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[shoyoist]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — haitani ran.

haitani ran doesn't care for anything. 

he has always been that way. laid back look in eyes, lips set in that impassive slant that somehow passed as a smile. you've known this about him for the lengthy amount of time you've been friends, and you were used to his languid attitude — and you didn't mind it, honestly.

you knew he only really cared when it was something about himself. his hair, his pride, or something to do with his little brother getting into danger.

which is why you're staring at him the way you are. 

watching him rub the darkening bruise at the left of his mouth as he fixes his hair (of course. his ever so precious hair.) after it had come loose, seated on your couch with that nonchalant look in his eyes — like he hadn't just beat the absolute shit out of your ex boyfriend.

thinking back on it, you weren't even sure why you'd called ran and told him about it. 

all you knew was that you'd just barely managed to move on from the way your ex cheated on you and dumped you months ago; and seeing the jerk at your door, hearing him tell you that he regretted everything and wanted you to give him a second chance — it had you fumbling for the phone in an instant.

"ran," you'd muttered, trying to keep your voice from reaching the guy standing more or less patiently behind the door you'd slammed in his face. "ran, he's here. and he says he wants me back. after everything he did—"

ran had cut you off with a simple 'give me five minutes, yeah?' — and then he was there, grabbing your ex by the collar and spitting in his face before throwing him onto the ground.

you'd stood there for a moment, confused, shocked and stunned to see the anger in ran's usually placid eyes. to see the way he used his fists, rather than the weapons he preferred. to hear him cuss your ex out, talking about how you deserved better than a piece of shit, about how if he ever showed his ass at your door again, he'd kill him on the spot.

you'd only snapped out of it when your ex managed to land a punch on ran's face, sending his head twisting to one side, blonde-and-black braids following the movement — and then you were stepping out, screaming at them to stop. 

ran looked up at you, recognized the upset written over your features, and withdrew. not without one last kick, but the fact that he'd immediately, actually stopped was another surprise. "get the fuck away." he'd hissed at your ex.

naturally, your ex had left the scene without further protest, hopefully never to return, but you were still stunned. because for a moment, it looked like haitani ran cared.

"lemme get a glass of water," he'd mumbled, all casual, shouldering past you into your house and making his way into your kitchen.

you followed, poured him his water, watched him drink and wash his mouth with it, and then followed him back into your living room where he now sat, redoing his hair.

deciding that you'd stared enough, he looks up. "what is it, huh?"

"ah," you scramble to find words that would make sense. "i was just wondering. you got here pretty fast."

"i was on my way." he explains dismissively.

"you were?" you ask. he nods, fixing one braid and undoing the other, letting the alternating waves of dyed hair fall across his shoulder, creating soft shadows over the slant of his face, against the watery sunlight coming through your window. "was gonna take you out for some ice cream."

"oh." and then you realize that in fact, he'd been doing that a lot the past weeks, after your break up.

showing up unannounced and asking you if you wanted to go out for some nothing-in-particular, telling you almost teasingly that he'd freed up some time just for you, so you better accept his offer.

you'd been appreciating his gestures as kindness shown to you by a friend — albeit one that was involved in various criminal activities, that you'd decided to look past because you'd known him for long enough to not care — but now, you were starting to wonder if it was something more.

the signs were all there, after all.

"ran, do you—" the words spill from your lips without your intention, and you hesitate, even as he looks up, flicking a strand of his hair out of his eyes that were now glowing with the light pooling in them. "yeah?"

fuck, you think, as his gaze grows sharper, steeling itself against yours.

"i'm just, uh," you really don't know how to say what you wanted to say. "it's just, you ... do you care?"

he raises an eyebrow, giving you a scrutinizing look. "the fuck's that supposed to mean, hm? care about what?"

"about ..." you take a deep breath. "scratch that. do you like me?"

he freezes momentarily, upon hearing your question — only for a fraction of a second — but you're watching him closely enough to catch it. you don't know what else to say, and there's silence in the air between you two for what feels like an age, before he simply finishes braiding his hair and stands up. 

your heart starts to beat faster, wondering if he was about to walk out with no explanation — perhaps you'd hit a nerve, perhaps you'd assumed wrong and thought too much about something that had no meaning. "wait—"

"look, i don't wanna be a rebound or anything." he starts, voice a little stiff, a little cold — and you shut your mouth, allowing him to continue. "i'm not about to get played or made a fool out of. so, so we'll take things slow. i'll wait for you to get over shit at your own pace. you take your time, and tell me if you ever wanna give me a chance."

"g-give you a chance?" your heart picks up pace again, because god, you weren't expecting him to say all of that. it wasn't like him to be so — so this way, and it was rendering you just a bit speechless. "ran, i . . . you, you really—"

he turns to you again, rolling his eyes — but you don't see any real annoyance behind it. "not in the mood to talk about it right now, love. let's just go get some food. and you know it's not gonna be any tacky shit like what ass-face treated you to, so hurry up."

and now, after that thrown out half-confession, the way he called you love sounded softer, less of a joke and more of something else. you felt bad, but you also can't help but feel relief. 

why relief?

because you know how you used to have a crush on him. 

hell, you'd been in love with ran, going as far as to break things off with your friends that tried to convince you that he was no good. 

and because you can't help the way you've been looking forward to his impromptu visits as of late, daydreaming and wondering when he was going to surprise you next, and with what.

you know how you'd seen your ex at your door and only felt fear and anger stir in your gut — and you know how you'd immediately dialled ran, and felt near-tears with consolation when he picked up so quickly, when you heard his voice in your ear.

because you were starting to wonder if your past love for him was slowly coming back.

you still needed some time to move on, and ran knew that. which is why he'd just said, that he's willing to wait. because he has feelings for you?

"but are you sure you're willing to," locking the door, you turn to him and walk after him, out to where he had his motorcycle parked across the street. "you know, willing to wait?"

"whatever." ran shrugged, not looking at you. you quickened your pace, catching up with him and grabbing his sleeve to cross the street together. his gaze was fixed on his motorcycle, but it didn't look like he was focused on the vehicle.

the breeze rustles gentle in your ears as you walk with him to the other side of the road, and the sound fills in any awkwardness that blooms between you two.

the sequence of events that had just played out, hadn't taken even an hour. but as you search your surroundings for any signs of any unwanted presences, you see nothing.

there's only a couple of kids passing by on bicycles, birds coming down to land on the branches of a tree growing some distance away, and pale sunlight sifting down frim between the clouds to pool on the asphalt at your feet.

you feel calm. ran shakes away the grip you've got on your sleeve, but as your hand falls down to rest slack at your side, he grabs it, and gives it a small squeeze — and you feel a tingle of something bright and hot run through your chest. 

swinging his leg over, he leaps onto the motorcycle, slipping the key into the ignition. you get on behind him, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, suddenly feeling warm despite the chilly wind that was starting to pick up. 

"i've waited long enough already, anyway." he added belatedly, sounding ever so laid back, despite the cherry colour tipping his ears. "take your time. nothing to it, waiting some more."

and as your heart warms, you think that perhaps you were wrong. 

perhaps haitani ran does care. for you.

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[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ happy birthday, Shu.

somethin a lil soft and sweet for my og lover. Happiest birthday to Hanma Shuji <33 it feels nice to write again, esp with him! This is pure fluff, so enjoy.

tw. Mentions of drugs, blood, disgustingly soft fluff

“Why the fuck you up at 4 am?” He asks, working his way around you and spitting a wad of blood into the sink.

“Why you are you out till 4am?” You shot back, worry swirling in your vision at the sight of his bloodied mouth. When you attempt to reach for him he of course shrugs you off.

“Mind your business—“

“Mind your mouth Hanma Shuji and, Sit. Down.”

He grumbles, but he sits anyway, brows pulled together as you wedge yourself between his legs. It’s only when you’re cupping his jaw, face close to his and blotting at his lip that he notices.

“Ya got flour on your face.”

“I’m surprised your first guess wasn’t coke.”

“It was, but then I remembered my pretty girl would never.”

That earned him an eye roll, and you pressing the bandage over his split skin much harsher than he’d prefer.

“What a sweet talker.”

“You love me.”

“I do.” You simply say. And it always catches him off guard. Makes his heart stutter mid beat and his pulse slow because why on earth would someone so perfect, beautiful, brilliant, ever love someone like him?

“The flour is cause of the cake I tried to make you, but burnt cause I got worried when you stopped answering my texts.”

“Cake?” He always has selective hearing. Especially when he thinks you’re going to scold him, and not in the hot way.

“Yes dummy, a cake.” What he wasn’t expecting was for you to take a seat on one of his thighs, thankfully the one that wasnt battered up. Your hands cradle his face as if it’s the most delicate piece of China, thumbs smoothing over his defined cheek bones. It all has him loosening, muscles liquifying, cheeks starting to become a bit pudgy as he leans further into your palms. It has you giggling.

“Did you seriously forget, Shu?” You ask him honestly, and when you see the confusion swimming in his usually sharp eyes you giggle harder, laugh even as you squish his cheeks together so his lips pucker.

“Quit laughing at me, woman.” His voice is murmured, and you cut them off with a smack of your lips against his. You ignore the left over taste of metallic in favour of savouring his sweet, sweet pout.

“Happy birthday, my love..” your voice is gentle, whispered against his lips. He blinks, once, twice. Words slowly processing in his head as your fingers run through the mop of golden and black curls on the top of his head, pushing it back to give a sweet kiss to his forehead.

“Its my fuckin birthday?”

You’re laughing again, and this time he’s laughing too. His arms find their way around you and pull you in closer, while your palms smooth over his shoulders blades, laughter filling the small space between your lips.

His forehead bumps yours gently when silence starts to rise, those thick lashes that make you swoon batting gently as the two of you make eye contact.

“Cant believe ya remembered.”

“Can’t believe you didn’t, dumb dumb.”

“Watch your mouth— I love you.” He simply blurts, and your heart follows suit like his, its flips and tricks behind your ribcage.

“I love you too, more than anything.”

“More than the cake I made you burn?”

“Well, it was funfetti..”

“The cake with the sprinkles?”

You nod.

His face dives into the crook of your neck and he groans so dramatically. You leave two pats on his back, before your nails scrap gently through his scalp.

“I love that fuckin cake…”

“There’s always tomorrow.” You reassure him with a soft laugh. And suddenly you’re being lifted, sin and punishment holding each one of your cheeks and hauling you up. You wrap your legs around him on instinct, laughter rising at the feeling of his butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Let’s make another, together. Tomorrow, yea?” He asks as he sucks on the junction between your neck and shoulder. You can’t count how many times you’ve told him to stop leaving hickies in such obvious places but you can’t seem to tell him to stop right now.

Especially on his birthday.

“Tomorrow.”

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KEN RYUGUJI (draken)

RINDOU HAITANI

SHUJI HANMA

NAHOYA KAWATA (smiley)

TAKASHI MITSUYA

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

●hajime kokonoi

●souya kawata (angry)

●ran haitani

●manjiro sano (mikey)

●tetta kisaki

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