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avasmain69 · 3 months

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓

i present just some nasty, eye crossing drabbles <3

+ sanzu, mikey, ran, rindou, inui, chifuyu, kazutora, draken

tw: fem!reader, cursing, praise, f!oral, m!oral, breeding kink, creampie, man handling (for draken part) soft dom! w/ sub reader

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮; never stops after one load of his seed filling your messy hole, sanzu doesn't always get to spend a lot of time with you so this is his way of never letting you forget him. “my angel needs more of my cum, yeah?” his voice is hoarse from the moans brushing past his lips, vocal about everything that he’s been doing to you and when you weakly reply with a little nod—sanzu is more than happy to give you all the cum he has <3

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲; always uses the pet names he’s been calling you since day one especially during a heated makeout, and even more while he’s hovering over you, placing gentle kisses on your ankle thrown over his shoulders. “you’re so beautiful, princess” he smiles, corners of his lips curling upwards slowly while your nails scratch against his chest—manjiro takes another sharp breath before he grinds his hips down to push his cock deeper inside you. “my everything” he whispers, finding your lips to seal another kiss and you’re so much more to mikey than you’ll ever know but maybe the way he fucks you will let you know, just a little bit. <3

𝐫𝐚𝐧; rubs the ring adorned on your finger while he flicks his tongue against your clit, raising his violet hues to your lips parting from another orgasm bubbling to the surface and he smiles. ran has this epiphany that if he keeps his fingers interlocked with your own, delicately tracing the metal placed on your pretty finger—you’ll always cum within seconds. laying his tongue flat to drag the warm muscle through your folds to collect all of your juices he finally lifts his head from between your legs, “always taste so good for me” he coos, making sure you know what he’s talking about as he captures your mouth with his slick covered lips, never letting go of your hand because you’re on cloud nine right now—you might slip from his fingertips. <3

𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮; something about the way he feels the earth shattering under the weight of his body everytime you kiss him—the passion driven in your lips and hands gently holding rindou for all he’s worth. “angel—s-shit, you’re gonna make me cum” he warns, slightly pouting when you continue bouncing on his lap, your pussy milking his cock dry. he’s never deserved nothing so perfect but he seemingly got you, always putting his pleasure before your own, treating rindou’s heart like the most precious glass and how you seemingly combine both things so flawlessly until he is putty in your hands. even now as rindou clings to your body, larger arms wrapping against your waist, moaning into your neck while he cums hard, shuttering as the orgasm rocks his body—you take it so beautifully, happily whining for more of his seed in your greedy hole. <3

𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢; he’s never experienced first hand what it felt like to allow his body to someone else—not like this, your lips wrapped around his cock while you slowly bob your head, inui soft moans encouraging you to dip your head down lower until you feel your nose hits his soft stomach. “princess, please” inui whines, involuntary bucking his hips into your face which you find so adorable, “m’gonna cum” he slurs to his mantra of moans, shakily gripping your head while his pretty white seed finally shoots down your throat. “s-so much” inui sighs, releasing his grip on you to watch the excess cum drip from your swollen lips, it doesn’t take much for inui to push you back on his cock—he’d give you all of him every time knowing you swallow his cum like a good girl and always make him feel so fucking good. <3

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮; chifuyu isn’t the type to want a family per say but he sure fucks you like he wants one, constantly filling your hole to the brim with his thick seed, pushing your thighs to meet your heaving chest and the ungodly groans leaving his lips when your pussy is smeared with the leftover juices of him—and you. “yeah pretty girl stay just like that, gotta keep all the cum in for me, okay?” chifuyu smiles softly, bending down to press a kiss on your forehead. his saccharine lips moist from his tongue ghosting over them, he lingers his gaze down pressing his red, angry tip right back into your abused hole, “wanna see you all pretty and swollen with my kid—take all of this cum like i know you can.” chifuyu wasn't wanting children but his obsession with fucking his cum into you is just so addicting he has no other choice. <3

𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚; kinda forgets how to breathe when he’s face first in your pussy, slurping and moaning like a needy whore whenever your juices saturate his cheeks, coat his fingers and the high pitched whines of his name. kazutora needs oxygen, his head is swarming from the lack of air but he can’t stop making you cum on his tongue. it's an adrenaline rush—an addictive taste he probably can’t live without. kazutora is without a doubt pussy drunk, digging his nails into the plush of your thighs, ignoring your body being sent into overstimulation and squirting all on his face—now he’s messy, filthy with his saliva and your juices smeared and the sheets below you are soaking wet. and this is just kazutora when he eats you out but fucking you? he doesn’t even know what breathing is at that point. <3

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧; “where are you going?” draken groans in your ear, sinking his fingers into your thighs before he yanks your body back under him, “who said i was done with you, pretty?” his voice lightens but draken is serious—seriously indebted in fucking you, imprinting his cock on your walls, rolling your clit on his calloused fingertips. sometimes he forgets how much your pussy needs him—how much you need him but thankfully he’s always there to remind you, folding your limbs almost immobile, thrusting his hips until the pace is sloppy and your cunt squelches an obscene mess and when he finally sees that creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock—he knows but just for safe measures, draken is going to fuck you dumb and incoherent of everything except him making you cum. <3

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avasmain69 · 3 months

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𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥

inviting him over to watch a movie was the least of your worries

+ mikey, shinichiro, ran, rindou, sanzu, chifuyu

tw. fem!reader, cursing, praise, fingering, handjob, f!oral, creampie(?) m!oral, soft dom w/ sub! reader

an. request for @lausterdomyamong <3 muah, muah, muah

「 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 」

inviting manjiro over to watch a movie was elegantly simple, he didn’t fuss when you picked out a cliche romcom and as the movie played he paid so close attention—until he didn’t, carefully with each frame displayed on the screen—he got closer.

it started first with the brush of his fingertips gently skimming across your exposed thigh, laying the palm down flat on your skin, casually squeezing it while the movie gained suspense. manjiro enjoyed teasing you while you struggled to contain focus on the film—he loved how your teeth started to sink into your bottom lip, a tiny whimper fluttering through your mouth when he reached even lower between your legs, brushing the pads of his fingers across your clothed cunt.

you flinch when he dips his fingers through your folds, gathering your slick while he lightly circles your clit, mikey leans up placing a kiss on your ear—his throaty moan panting on the shell, “so fuckin’ wet, angel” manjiro sinks two fingers in your hole, pounding with vigor without a second spent.

“get messy for me, pretty” mikey moans in your ear, struggling to even comprehend the movie as he slides the digits in and out of your soaking pussy, groaning while he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and lapping on the skin. “that’s my good girl, cum on my fingers” mikey presses his thumb down on your puffy clit, slowly dissolving your orgasm while you ride his fingers out, hips bucking against his palm.

“so pretty when you try to watch this movie while i’m making you cum, can’t even concentrate with this pussy sucking my fingers in” majiro groans, grabbing your hand to place it over his growing bulge, rolling your fingers across it, “make me feel good too, angel? please?”

「 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 」

he was pretty oblivious from the start, propped up on the couch with an arm slung across your shoulder, tucked into his side as you watch shinichiro’s eyes hypnotized by the movie, pupils enlarging in size as the movie follows along. “you really like this movie?” you question, shifting against him with your hand slowly palming at his lap.

“mh, y-yeah” he stutters, sighing deeply as his cock begins to throb from the contact, straining into his pants when you continue the pleasure, whimpering so needily when it’s not enough—shinichiro needs more. “fuck, j-just touch me” you reach over unzipping his pants as you spring his cock free, smacking against his stomach with a heavy hit—shinichiro holds his lip between his teeth while you begin fisting his length.

all of his attention is on you now, watching your fingers perfectly wrap around his cock, sliding up the girth with big doe eyes looking up at him. “watch the movie pretty boy” you coo at him, slowly stroking it, he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, thighs trembling when you pump your hand faster.

shinichiro keeps dividing his attention from the tv to you fucking his cock with your hand, “i’m so fuckin’ close” he groans out, throwing his head back while you move your thumb to rub across his slit, “yeah? gonna cum for me?” shinichiro mouth grows dry from the hushed moan, screwing his eyes shut when he finally lets go, choking on air as cum splatters his stomach.

“fuck— there’s so much shin, look” he obeys glancing down to your tongue dragging across his seed colored on the fabric, shinichiro eyes widen “turn around now, i’m about to fuck this pussy for all its worth.” he was oblivious—but now? not so much.

「 𝐫𝐚𝐧 」

he’s observant—mesmerized by the blue light flickering against your face, pixels floating in the orbs of your eyes and when your thumb parts your lips ran instantly grows hard. he shifts trying to hide the throbbing issue in his pants but fuck—everytime he looks at you it twitches on sight.

ran leans in brushing strands of hair behind your ear, “what if i told you that since this movie started all i’ve been wanting to do is pound that tight little pussy” ran smiles, cocking his head to the side before he sinks back into the bed, leaving you a cluster fuck of emotions.

ran doesn’t say another word, a condescending smirk toying with his lips while you struggle to even watch the movie now, carnal thoughts invading your mind as you linger your eyes over at him, stomach clenching when his words repeat in your ears, “you just going to look or fuck me already?”

the movie is probably over by now but you honestly can’t tell—or care, sinking your nails into the muscles adorned to ran’s back while he splits your pussy open, spreading your legs wider while he pounds your cunt, “look at my pretty girl taking my cock so fuckin’ well.”

ran gathers your hands with his while he holds them above your head, hips rolling while he fucks your harder, “i’m close, s-so close” your nails claw at his chest, ran groans feeling your pussy sucking him dry—he pushes your legs harder down on your chest, pad of his thumb circling at your clit until a white ring forms around his cock, another deep thrust and ran cums deep inside—already dripping out of your messy pussy.

“hold it all in pretty girl, i’m not done with you” ran bends down to brush his lips across your mouth, reaching over to turn the tv off before he’s cupping the back of your knees, “don’t need any distractions this time, i want to hear how good i make you feel.”

「 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 」

rustling embarks across the room while rindou shifts under the covers, planting open mouth kisses on the insides of your thighs, snapping against his cheeks when rindou toys with your puffy clit.

if there was a movie marathon it’s in the past now, giving the opportunity to eat you out—rindou would take it, thirty seconds into the play button being pressed and he’s slithering his body between your legs, slipping your bottoms off and shoving his face into your pussy. calloused hands massaging at your plush thighs while his tongue drags across your folds.

“r-right there” you squeak, eyes knocking towards a greater heaven, fingers finding solace in rindou’s locks as you hump your pussy against his face, rindou pulls the covers back to watch your face, smirking against your cunt when your eyes lock together, “right here, angel? pretty pussy gonna cum for me?” rindou hums into your cunt, hips rolling against the couch when your juices slather his cheeks.

a coil blossoms in your stomach, gut burning with a fever while rindou brings two fingers to pump inside your hole, tongue attaching to your clit, he keeps his eyes on you, groaning as your back arches from the couch, whimpering when your orgasm crawls through your body, finally letting go you can’t help but croak out a whine, trailing behind your voice is a sheen liquid coating his face.

rindou rises from his position, wiping your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand as he snuggles beside you laying his head on your chest, “play the movie now” rindou whines reaching for the remote.

once it begins, rindou slides his hand back down to your cunt, now you know why he never put your bottoms back on. dipping two fingers back inside your sensitive pussy, he darts his violet hues at you, “you thought i was done? princess, we’re just getting started.”

「 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 」

“i thought you wanted to watch a movie, princess?” sanzu laughs, gently placing his hands on your hips as he guides you down on his length, your body sways against him, arms wrapping around sanzu’s neck and lips peppering his face.

“i want you more” you whisper, fluttering your eyes closed and pressing your forehead against his, “i like this better anyways” he replies back, cupping your cheeks with one hand while he carefully guides your hips faster, “you feel so good for me, pretty”

sanzu breath tickles against your face, nudging your cheek into his palm he tilts your face up to meet his eyes, “you’re mine” and it’s spoken with a concoction of primal need and adoration.

sanzu needs this more than ever, slowly riding him while a meaningless movie plays in the background, everything was numb but his cock throbbing against your tight walls, rocking your hips to his subtle bucks upward in your pussy.

“cum with me, love—need to feel you, feel all of you” sanzu mouth is agape, chest pounding with an erratic heartbeat and as he finally unravels below you, coloring your walls with white ribbons, he wants to do it again and again—movie night was something you’d always planned but it always ended like this, just you and sanzu, nothing else mattering.

「 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 」

chifuyu looks bored, bleak eyes scanning the pixelated screen, hands toying with the strings of his sweats while you continue admiring his poetic features, maybe it’s time to give him some entertainment.

“what’re you doing?” chifuyu mumbles, gasping when you reach under the blanket, pulling out his soft cock—for now, and squeezing it gently, “shh, i’m trying to watch the movie” you whisper, giving his length another experimental stroke before you bend down to pop him in your mouth.

“s-shit baby” he curses, biting down on his lip as you bob your head, feeling him grow harder by the second in your mouth flushed a heat between your legs, his fingers card through your hair, pushing your face down harder so he can feel your entire warm, wet mouth on his throbbing cock.

your fingers needily massage his balls, angling your throat to curve it along so chifuyu makes you gag, you can hear the sweet whimpers fumbling from his lips while you choke down more of him. chifuyu was bored—not so much now, panting when you suck and slurp on his cock, pulling away to suckle on the tip of his length whilst your hand strokes him.

“g-gonna cum—down your throat” chifuyu whines, bucking his hips as your nails dig into his thighs keeping him in place, another choked moan and you feel a warm substance run down your lips, chifuyu whimpers when you pull away with a loud pop.

“want more?” he lazily grins, reaching up to grip your chin with his fingers, pulling your face close to his lips, “i know that pussy is begging to be fucked now, you can take it, right pretty baby?”

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avasmain69 · 3 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆!

request: can i request ran, baji and mikey (bonten) baby trapping reader?

ft. ran, baji, mikey + kazutora, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, dark content, baby trapping, non-con cumming inside, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, praise, cursing, soft dom w/ sub reader

an. it’s my time to shine, bless be with you anon <3

ᨳ 𝐑𝐀𝐍

it’s like music to his ears every single time he hears that sinful melodic phrase, “cum inside me, ran.” he really can’t help himself when ran is at the brink of explosion, feeling your pussy flutter and clench around his length, fingers intertwined as they grip against his, lips trembling as you tip over the edge and ran is frantically searching for your mouth, swallowing the shallow moans whole. “want my cum, pretty girl?” ran groans through your lips, another roll of his hips and he’s spilling—you can’t even give him an answer when his cum is already painting your walls, white knuckling your hands in his grasps. the feel of warmth drips down to your ass and the initial shock forms in your gut, “r-ran, i’m not on anything—i didn’t mean to say t-that” you whimper, his lips curling into a sweetened smile as he leans up from your face. “awh princess, you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, i could get you pregnant” he grins, beginning to move his hips again fucking his cum deeper in your hole. ran has you pressed against the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist as he reaches a hand down to your connected bodies while he circles your puffy clit, “wouldn’t that be so perfect though? you having my baby?” ran whispers, just the thought has him throbbing in your hole, already claiming his next orgasm creeping along his skin, you’re trapped beneath him—all you can do is take his cum, have his baby but like ran said wouldn’t that be so perfect?

ᨳ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

“you have a condom right, keisuke?” your voice reaches his ears but quickly crumbling away in the dark as baji climbs on top of you, “of course, angel” he rasps out, struggling to find your face in the pitch black room but within some time effortlessly surrounds his hands around your face. baji grips his bare cock, pride somehow clogs his chest as he pushes the flushed head in your weeping hole, it’s just a little white lie—you won’t know that though, right? you’re barely coherent with the orgasms settling in your body, thighs still trembling around his waist, fingers dripping from your juices as he ghosts them across your damp body. “you’re so wet, pretty girl” baji groans, it’s to his advantage you not really knowing if the condom is on or not—baji made sure the wetter you were, you couldn’t feel the difference and the initial plunge of his cock—told him so. “k-kei” your shallow voice coats a whimper, baji just can’t help smiling to himself when he starts thrusting and you can’t tell he’s fucking you raw, the sheer thought of getting you pregnant plagues his mind. he needs it, he wants to have his cum stick, he has to keep you around forever and the best way is your belly swollen with his child, and baji fucks you even harder as the images flash through his mind, cock twtiching against your velvet walls, already spilling his seed before you catch your breath, clawing at his chest when baji keeps moving, snapping his hips over and over. “the condom, what about the condom?” you wiggle under him, baji gently chuckles, pressing his lips against your forehead, “what condom baby?”

ᨳ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

mikey has lost many and gained some but his most prized possession was you, manjiro didn’t like that he had to spend so much time away from you and sometimes he gets that little ache in his heart that maybe you’ll grow tired of him never being there. it was only logical that he’d get you pregnant so you’d have to stay, that you couldn’t ever leave him. mikey even cleared all of his plans for the day, clouded you with various new objects, smothered you with affection and finally leaving you naked underneath him as he rocked his hips against yours. “don’t ever leave me” mikey whispers into your neck, placing a soft kiss on the skin, his eyes dampening tears at that thought but soon enough the other idea resolves all of his fears. “i love you so much” he feels your walls spasm across his cock, the white ring around the base tells him you’ve creamed around him plenty but mikey always wants more—always needs more. “cum for me baby, tell me how bad you need me” mikey croaks, driving his cock deeper in your hole till it’s bumping against your spongy spots, eyes crossing at the force he’s fucking you at and the deep warmth pooling around your ass when mikey just so happens to cum right at that moment. he knew everything about you including those little white pills you took everyday, changing a simple tone of his voice, sweeter gestures and you forgot to get more when they suddenly dissapered—mikey makes sure to keep his cock warm in your pussy maybe that way all his seed will have no other choice but get you pregnant. mikey gently resigns back in your neck, you can barely make out what his saying but some words are boldly clear, “you are mine.”

ᨳ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

kazutora is so envious of families, he wants one so bad with you but as you’ve told him over and over—not now. kazutora knows he’s ready to be a father, he’s sure he’d make the best daddy, provide the love he never got as a child and he’s positive you’d be the best mother to his child—children, kazutora knows the bigger the family, the better. you can tell him as much as you want you’re not ready but your brain turns to mush once you’re riding his cock, the length felt deep in your stomach, the featherlight touches to your body by his calloused fingers, the tentative way his lips trace across your skin—it’s almost like he’s making you forgot your own words. “wanna cum inside” kazutora whines, bucking his hips upwards into your sopping cunt, nails eating at the flesh adorned to your hips, hair dampened to his forehead and his eyes—the way lust clings to the golden hues. “n-no” you whimper out, hands planted firmly on your boyfriend’s shoulders, swaying your hips so his cock angles perfectly against that spot that always drives you over the edge. sometimes you use kazutora to claim your own orgasm, but tonight—kazutora switches that role, he is using you. “you need to have my kids” kazutora groans, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching, his grip tightens as his release is at the tip of his tongue, needily bucking his hips while you ride him through your own orgasm, throwing your head back as you cream around his cock and kazutora takes the opportunity to burn his palms on your hips, shoot his pretty white load in your throbbing pussy and you can only dwindle from your high, “you will have my kids” kazutora moans, knowing his daydreaming is finally becoming a reality.

ᨳ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

promises are so easy to forget sometimes, rindou knows he’s broken more than he can count with you, most of them are simple to forgive but this singular one—it was doomed from the start. “p-promise to pull out” rindou whines, plunging his cock deeper inside you at the way he’s fucking you. your legs thrown over his shoulder, a pretty sight of your cunt swallowing his cock whole, spillage of juices color the sheets beneath you, rindou is quickly losing his composure—he can’t stop watching how he’s splitting you open, how wet and messy your pussy is from him—it’s almost so perfect, the only thing missing his his cum. “i’m so fuckin’ close” rindou utters, needily pounding against you, the most obscene noises bouncing across the bedroom walls. your eyes are screwed shut, wincing at the merciless strokes fucked inside you by him, you can’t even see how much rindou is struggling, his stomach clenches as he tries to hold back his own orgasm, but leaving this paradise to shoot his load on your tummy just sounds so—boring. “gonna cum, angel” rindou gasps, snapping his hips one final time until he’s flushed against you, his length snugged tight in your walls as he dumps his load all in your begging hole, his lip firmly tucked between his lip as he feels your pussy sucking up everything he has to offer, “you’re made for me, my cum belongs inside you” rindou groans, he’ll probably have you pregnant by the end of the night but there’s no fucking way he’ll ever cum anywhere else but in that pretty little cunt.

ᨳ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

second chances are special, aren’t they? sanzu didn’t mean to devote his life entirely to mikey, it’s like his existence is owed to him—you couldn’t quite grasp that and the end result was breaking up with sanzu for good—or so you thought. one call in the middle of the night and now sanzu is at your doorstep, soft apologies and now sanzu is inside you, pumping his cock gently against your tight walls, hushed worries washing away at his soft hands gripping your face, lips brushing across every inch of your body. “m’love you so much, princess” sanzu whispers, rolling his hips just right to devote your body to him, his hands roaming all over your curves in reach of salvation to his lifestyle, he can’t say sorry enough, whining every time he feels you cream around his length, finally understanding he can’t live without you and you’d easily slipped from his fingertips but this time—you have to stay with him. “missed this pussy so much” he groans now, tipping over into a lust filled haze, walls clamping down on his cock and pulling him in—it’s like you want him to cum inside you, make you pregnant with his child. “you can’t leave this time pretty girl, nothing without you” sanzu cradles your face, blue hues soaking in every expression painted on your face, you look so pretty like this, you need him just as bad as he needs you and maybe that’s why you don’t even think about the aftermath of his leaky cock spilling the insane amount of cum deep inside you, sanzu easily moving again right after that. craving the images of you being with him forever, pregnant with his child and staying with him for an eternity—sanzu loves that you gave him a second chance because he won’t need another one, you’ll be pregnant and you will be his.

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avasmain69 · 4 months

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— text threads ; sfw. ⤏ m. sano, k. ryuguji, t. mitsuya, b. keisuke.

— text threads, 2 ; sfw. ⤏ s. hanma, h. kazutora, m. chifuyu, t. hanagaki.

─ belly bulge ; nsfw. ⤏ b. keisuke.

─ “lift your hips up for me.” ; nsfw. ⤏ h. shuji.

— “i’ll make ya feel good.” ; nsfw. ⤏ h. kazutora.

— “think ya can handle one more?” ; nsfw. ⤏ b. keisuke.

─ snowbound baby ; sfw. ⤏ t. hanagaki, m. sano, k. ryuguji.

─ my girl like uravity ; sfw. ⤏ c. matsuno, t. mitsuya.

─ imagine me but twice ; sfw. ⤏ tenjiku.

— how they’d hug ; sfw. ⤏ m. sano, k. ryuguji, t. mitsuya, b. keisuke.

— riding ; nsfw. ⤏ various.

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avasmain69 · 4 months

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟐 ♡

I didn't even know I had written so much stuff like this, thanks for being here 🖤

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞..." — 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡"

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲"

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 - 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

☆ . 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 – 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 ♱𝆬

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 — 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢��𝐡

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒♡𝐱

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢

𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬: 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞?

𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮�� 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬!

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥!

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨♡

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨♡

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢♡

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨♡

𝐊𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢♡

𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚♡

… 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢♡

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 ♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢♡

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬♡𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨♡

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨♡

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 ♡

𝐆𝐨 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 - 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐈 𝐥♡𝐯𝐞 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝒮𝑡𝑎𝑦 - 𝒲𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖

𝐿♡𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 - 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖

❛❛ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲❜❜ - 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐰𝐭𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 – 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 — 𝐒𝐚��𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉” - 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜

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I'd peg him so hard that even satan wouldn't be able to look me in the eye after I'm done

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avasmain69 · 5 months

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SUNNY SIDE UP

about dazai doesn’t like waking up, especially when he wakes up alone; he finds his own way to convince you to come back to bed.

ft. dazai + f!reader, unprotected sex in the bathroom, mirror sex (kinda), ur both sleepy & soft…mdni !!

every morning, you wake to the sweetest alarm: fingertips dancing up your back, soft lips kissing against your face, and the sweet sound of dazai whispering your name. today, your eyes open all on their own, and instead, you’re met with calm breathing against your neck, soft bangs pressed against your jaw, and the pretty sight of dazai’s lashes resting on his cheeks.

something pleasant flutters inside you as you watch him rest. you trace a finger across the straight edge of his eyebrow, down the slope of his nose, before your fingers ghost over his lips, watching them twitch. dazai always clings to you, but in his sleep he lets you go with no struggle at all; his arm slides off your waist, landing gently onto the sheets. you pull your comforter over his shoulders, pressing a parting kiss to his forehead.

you sneak into the bathroom as quietly as you can. your sleepy eyes are heavy, open just enough for you to smile at the sight of two toothbrushes on the counter before they close against the bright light. there are little pieces of dazai all around your apartment; his shirt tossed on your floor, an extra roll of bandages in your cabinet, a bottle of his favorite cheap sake in your kitchen. you carved out a space for him in your daily routine, and he fit inside of it perfectly.

the mint of your toothpaste settles against your tongue as you lazily brush your teeth, eyes fluttering open when soft hands sneak beneath your shirt. it never took long for dazai to seek you out, always gravitating towards you by some invisible force.

“why’d you leave me?” he whines, nuzzling his face into your hair as he pulls you into his chest. “don’t you know how cold i get without you to keep me warm?”

you uncap your cleanser, rubbing it into a lather as he presses open mouthed kisses where your sleep shirt hangs down and exposes your shoulder. you turn in his hold, feeling the soap slide down your wrists as he looks at you brightly, hands tightening on your waist, ready to pull you back to bed in victory before you boop him with your foamy hands.

he blinks at you, bubbles dripping down the tip of his nose. he swipes at them with his thumb before his lips curl wickedly, and without warning, he strikes; he grabs your jaw, pulling you into his reach and kissing every inch of your face until you’re giggling and squirming against the hard edge of the counter. you quiet when his mouth meets your own, his teeth grazing the fragile skin of your bottom lip.

“come back to bed,” the words vibrate against your mouth, punctuated with another kiss as he rubs his nose against yours. “pretty please?”

it’s tempting; the way his eyes sparkle in the bathroom light, and his morning voice, deep and soft, caresses your ears like velvet. his warm hands stroke soothingly against your skin like he’s trying to get you to melt between his fingers. it was almost enough to make you consider going back. almost.

“you know we have work today,” you say instead, turning around in his hold as you rub the cleanser in circles on your face. he settles his arms around your waist once more, cheek falling to the top of your head with a sigh.

he refuses to detach from you for even a second, grip only tightening when you bend down and rinse the bubbles off your face, pressing back into his hips.

nestled against him, the indulgent part of youーthe one dazai has effortlessly charmed and wrapped around his fingerーcan’t help but regret getting out of bed. you rub your moisturizer into your cheeks as he noses behind your ear, warm breath a welcome contrast to the early morning chill that settled over your apartment.

he tucks your hair over your shoulder, pressing his lips against your nape with a tenderness he only allowed you. you shiver in his hold, grabbing onto one of his bandaged arms as it inches up your shirt. his fingers trail along your ribcage before he’s squeezing your breast, his other hand slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear.

“is this okay?” he mumbles, and you catch his sultry gaze in the reflection of the mirror as he trails to the spot below your ear, mouthing at your skin. his touch is warm against your chest, even through the soft cotton of his bandages.

you hum a quiet mhm as you grip the edge of the counter, unsurprised to feel his hardening cock straining through his underwear when you arch backward. you feel his exhale, so forceful his breath grazes the warm skin of your cheek when you grind against him.

your nipples poke through your shirt from his attention, and he pinches one between his pointer and thumb, the others digging into the soft skin of your breast. he locates your clit expertly with his other hand, circling it with just enough pressure to have you writhing before he strokes down to dip shallowly into your hole. you push back into his hand as he teases you, prodding two fingers into your warm cunt.

your lips part, breathing growing uneven as you press back against him impatiently. he kisses where he can reach, slipping through your folds before he circles back to your clit. you arch backward, pushing your chest into his hand before he pulls his hand away completely.

“dazai,” you whine, eyebrows furrowed when you feel his grin against your neck, the hum he lets out vibrating against your skin. “please.”

“please? i’m not sure i know what you mean, bella.”

he slides your underwear down your hips until they fall to your feet, and his cock presses against your bare ass as he pulls his own off. your fingers grip at nothing in particular on the counter as he drags himself through your folds. you almost want to whine and kick your feet in childish agitation, but you tilt your head back to pout up at him instead. he smiles down at you, kissing your head innocently.

“dazai,” it breaks off into a moan as he presses hard against your clit, breathily giggling against your ear. “i need you.”

“but i’m right here, aren’t i?” he coats his fingers in your arousal before he pushes two inside you, scissoring them gently. “you’re going to have to use your words if you want something more.”

“osamu,” his breath catches at the sound of his name, so breathy and desperate and needy. you don’t get the chance to be satisfied that you caught him off guard before you’re keening as he bends his fingers enough to graze that sweet spot inside you, your knees growing weak. “i need you to fuck me. now, please.”

he squeezes your ass in a silent command for you to spread your legs, and you do, nudging against him as you arch backwards. he keeps one hand on your hip, the other bunching the back of your shirt as he drags his cock across your folds.

you sigh when he finally, finally pushes inside of you; he fits so perfectly that you could swear he was made for you, and you knew he shared your sentiment. stuffed to the brim with his cock, flush against him, and caged against the counter, your sleep-addled mind clouds over. you’re only grounded by his thumb, rubbing small circles against your hips before you press backwards, and he starts to fuck you properly. he keeps a steady pace, and the rhythm lulls your eyes closed. you raise you onto your tiptoes each time he thrusts inside of you, moans embarrassingly loud as they ricochet off your hollow bathroom walls.

when you peek your eyes open, you’re met with the sight of yourself in the mirror, and you hear him groan when you clench at the view: the glow of your skin, dewy from your moisturizer and flushed from arousal, your lips plump and parted, and your shirt taut and lifted from how he has you pinned to the counter.

his hair covers his eyes, but when you moan his name, he lifts his head and meets your gaze. your stomach flips; even in the reflection of your mirror, you can see the warmth his brown eyes radiate and you’re certain if you looked close enough, he’d have little hearts floating where his pupils should be, like marshmallows in hot chocolate.

he pulls you upwards until you’re flush against his chest. you reach up and grip his hair between your fingers, his own tightening against your bare skin. even your teeth sinking into your bottom lip do little to muffle you, but he’s quick to pull it away anyway, eager to hear the way you cry out as his hand settles against your jaw.

“look at how beautiful you are,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the fluttering pulse point on your neck as you tilt your head into his palm to give him better access. his movements stutter when you pull at his hair harder. “my gorgeous girl.”

he turns your head until he can press his lips to yours, hand on your hip guiding you with a gentle urgency to face him. he lifts you onto the counter, surface cool against your feverish skin. your underwear falls off your ankles and lamely onto the floor as your leg hoists upward, soft skin of your thigh squished in his grip. his eyes fall to your face immediately, taking in all of your pretty features as you’re on the edge of release, all because of him.

even without your instinctive need to cling to him, you don’t think you have it in you to steady yourself on the counter, mind foggy and body still limp with lingering sleepiness as he fucks you deep. his thrusts rock you back and forth, but you know he’d never let you fall. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your whines against his shoulder.

he has your body memorized from the inside out, your sweet spots long since burned into his brain, and he hits the most important one hard and quick, enough for the air to be stolen from you. your entire body tenses, and with his warm thumb circling your clit, you don’t stand a chance before every inch of your body floods with warmth, trembling as your muscles spasm with pleasure.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, fluttering closed when you feel him press languid kisses to your jaw. he meets you halfway when you tilt forward for more of him, whispering something you can’t hear as you cum. his lips trail to the corner of your mouth as you pant, scratching your nails against his scalp.

his voice grows in pitch, vibrating against your skin the closer he gets. you press a kiss to his ear, tugging at his hair in the way you know will make him moan, and he does, voice beautiful and broken. his thrusts grow frantic, trying to nestle as deep as possible inside of you before he finally cums. his grip is hard enough to leave an imprint of his fingertips in your skin as he pulls you as close as he can and pumps you full. your toes curl in delight, ankles hooked and firm from where the heels of your feet press into his lower back. you feel more than hear the heaviness of his gasps, but he still presses his parted lips to yours, tongue licking at your lips before he pushes into your mouth.

he kisses you until you're dizzy, and you forget you’re still in the bathroom until you open your eyes. there’s a string of saliva connecting you to him when you pull away, and he breaks it as he licks his lips.

his eyes fall to your tender cunt as he pulls out of you with a blissful sigh. he makes up for the lost contact just as quickly, hand firm against your back to pull you to his chest. you sleepily sag against him, pressing your forehead against his bandaged neck as your eyes close.

“are you ready to go back to bed?” you don’t need to look at him to know he’s smiling, a little mockingly, you’re sure, and you nod against his shoulder, hoping you remember to flick his forehead later on. he slides you off the counter gently, enough for him to hoist you by your legs as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

he carries you carefully, each footstep gentle against the wooden floor. you yelp when he practically throws you onto your bed, back bouncing on the mattress as you settle on the abandoned sheets. he makes himself comfortable between your legs, his chin falling to rest on your sternum as you pout at him.

“your hair’s all knotty,” you barely get the words out, combing through it with gentle, lazy fingers. he nuzzles into your touch as you tuck his bangs away, beaming at you when his soft waves are smoothed out and his cheek rests in your palm.

“ahh, this is so much better,” he sings, pressing his fingertips to yours before he slides them to intertwine together. “now you’re right where you belong.”

he looks up at you, only to see your pretty eyes closed; you fell back asleep quicker than he thought you would. he’s watched you sleep enough to have the sight committed to memory, but he admires it all the same. he smiles, resting his face in the soft curve of his arm, feeling the soft rise and fall of your chest as his thumb brushes over your hand gently.

his eyes shift to the side at the flash of your phone, and he’s careful not to disturb you as he grabs it from your nightstand. the agency’s office line calling, no doubt wondering where you were; his eyes harden, something icky and irrational settling in his chest that something else nearly interrupted you, again. he powers it off, tosses it somewhere in the sheets with a sigh before he lets his own eyes fall shut again. they could leave a voicemail.

he hopes you’ll accept his apology in kisses when you wake up.

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FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !

— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up

note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭

"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.

Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"

"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.

"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"

you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"

"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course

"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder

after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"

the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.

the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.

you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.

after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.

but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.

"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.

"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.

and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.

but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch

"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"

Hanma sighed, "I love—"

"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"

"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.

"I'm sorry—"

"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away

you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words

Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.

"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"

you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers

tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears

"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.

you will never learn your lesson

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Inciting Incidents

Featuring: Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Shuji Hanma, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Genre: Very dramatic, very "Worldstar"

Synopsis: Fuck Around and Find Out

Damn him if he hadn't seen the way this other girl was trying to one up you. She was always trying to cling to him and the others, talking louder than you, interrupting you, and trying to keep the attention on herself. Keisuke hated when the girl would invite herself to a captains meeting. Sure, you went, but that's because the other captains and even the commander and vice commander liked you and valued your opinion. No one had any idea who this girl was, just that she showed up one day with Emma and never. Fucking. Left.

Keisuke stood at the head of his division, Chifuyu just behind him, with you standing very still in front of him. His arms wrapped firmly around your neck, with your hands hanging from his wrists, giving him the perfect opportunity to whisper in your ear. "That girl is here again." Keisuke grumbled, his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay?" You whispered back, "Why is that our concern?"

He shrugged, "I've noticed she thinks she can talk over you."

The way you giggled made him curious. Did you truly not care to notice? "Take it easy, Keisuke. So what she wants attention?" You looked up at him.

He rolled his eyes, "She hangs off all of us. Me included."

A sly grin covered his face as you tensed. Now he was going to burrow deep and make you angry. "She's very vocal when you're around. Like she wants to be more important than you. Apparently, so I've heard, she thinks she can get all our attention and we'll fall for her."

Your chest filled and deflated slowly, Keisuke knew he had you.

"She talks over you so-"

"Enough, Keisuke." You cut him off, your eyes glaring over to where the girl and Emma were sat, "I've heard enough."

For everything you were, you were not patient.

Everyone went silent as you walked across the courtyard of the shrine to the two girls, placing your hands on your hips as you stood before the problem.

"Uhh, can I...help you?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

No one moved as you smiled. They knew that smile, and it was a bad omen. "No. But, let me help you." You said it so sweetly, as if you were going to fix her hair so she could impress someone, "Enough trying to be seen. No one here is impressed and no one here cares. You're annoying and rude."

She spat back at you, going on some rant you didn't care to listen to. You didn't want to yank her around by her hair, but damn if your hands weren't itching to have the strands clenched in them. It was when she called you yesterdays whore that you finally gave in, curling your fingers in her hair and jerking her from the bench.

It was a shrine after all, so you had to take her down to the parking lot.

The captains, vice captains, commander, vice commander, and Emma followed you down the steps. She was thrashing around, you being the only thing keeping her from falling, "Stop whining. You asked for this."

It wasn't a day for you unless Nahoya had slammed somebodies septum into their brain. And so far, he was seeming pretty calm.

"Hoya, are you okay?" You looked up at him, his usual smile plastered on perfectly. Nahoya looked down at you, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Truly, you had no response. If you said he was acting strange because he hadn't busted a guy up, he'd pick some rando walking by. Definitely something you wanted to avoid. Instead, you shrugged and continued to walk in silence with him.

It was nice to see him so calm and quiet, a juxtaposition from his usual demeanor. Souya would never believe you.

"Take a picture with me!" You pulled out your phone, flipping it open and clicking on the camera. Nahoya took the device, strapping you to his side and clicking a quick picture of you both smiling, "There, babe. Why, though?"

"Just wanted a picture of us." You leaned into him as you walked, discretely sending the photo to Souya. Nahoya hummed, leading you carefully to keep you from bumping into anything.

Until some dude decided it would be a good idea to shoulder check you, making you drop your phone. Nahoya's smile dropped, "Excuse you."

Shit.

Nahoya managed to clear a clean fifty foot radius as he dragged the guy all around. By the time your boyfriend felt the guy had enough the poor sod had a black eye, busted lip, a gash in his cheek, and a broken nose. Seeing him fight always made you a little shaky, adrenaline wasn't your thing.

"Excuse your bitch."

Double Shit.

"Alrighty!" Nahoya wiped a small splatter of blood from his cheek, "Let's go!"

Hanma was already having a shitty day. There was nothing for him to do after ditching school, and you weren't on board with leaving class to hang out with him. So, he did the only thing he could do. Hanma showed up to your class.

Your teacher paused his lecture as a commotion was heard just outside the door, but you knew whose laughter was drilling through the door. "Y/n, isn't that your boyfriend?" The girl next to you whispered. You wanted to disappear into the ground, and wished for death the second Hanma threw the door open.

Naturally, your teacher went to keep this random boy from entering the class. "Excuse me, young man, I'm conducting a lecture right now." He was a kind man, he'd have more luck with the soft tone, but this is Hanma we're talking about. You saw the way his eyes went from shining to bored all over again, but when he saw that your teacher was shorter than him, that familiar glint returned.

"See you after school!" You hissed to the girl beside you, jerking your bag from the floor and rushing forward.

"Baby! There ya' are!" Hanma hugged you tightly when you were close enough, "Wanna go for a ride? Me and you?"

It gave Sanzu a sense of superiority to have you in his lap at his little meeting, the most trusted of his division sat around him. He'd picked out your outfit that morning, the shorts and tank top allowing him to see as much of your body as he wants as you scrolled through whatever apps on your phone. Sanzu wasn't too concerned about what you were doing, he could see it and your facial expressions gave away whatever you were thinking.

"Sanzu, sir?" One of his men cleared their throat, pulling his attention away from you, "I hate to interrupt your moment, but this meeting is very important..."

The man was silenced by the glare Sanzu sent to him, "Then speak about the meeting. You should already know I've been listening."

And he had been, he was extremely aware of the shipments he was going to be getting and when. Sanzu kept up with all of it outside of these ridiculous meetings, he didn't want to waste time if there was something getting stolen or a truck was going to be late. After all, he had to make sure things ran smoothly for Mikey.

"My darling." Sanzu relaxed, "Tell this moron what's been discussed so far."

Without looking up from your phone, you droned on, "Three shipments arrived in Shibuya at three in the evening, two of six arrived in Tenjiku and it's suspected the other four are being delayed due to tracking issues. Two men were caught in Musashi with seven pounds of the shipment, and they were promptly disposed of." Then you mocked the man, "Sanzu, sir, this is a very important meeting."

The man, the one you'd mocked, stood abruptly, "No woman-"

Sanzu stood and settled you in his seat, "Rest easy, my darling. Don't look up."

The only time Sanzu "The Mad Dog of Bonten" Haruchiyo was calm, was when you were involved. He swore to himself that you would never see him go crazy, and he'd always kept to it, and he knew you would listen to whatever he said. None of the other men moved as he slammed the older guy against the wall, "Finish your sentence. Now. No woman..."

"No woman should speak up like that..." The man was practically pissing himself as Sanzu's grin spread. Two hits in and he was already spitting out teeth, but Sanzu didn't stop until the man was unconscious.

"Darling, what's our rule?" He asked, not turning to you. He didn't have to, he knew you kept your eyes on the phone.

You chuckled, "I'm free to speak as long as I don't interrupt you."

"Good girl."

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☩ 𝔇𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 ☩

☩Pairing: Shinichiro Sano / Female Reader ☩Words: 569 words ☩Kink: (8) Lactation / Nipple Play ☩Contenting Warning: Dirty talk, teasing, grinding, nipple play, lactation kink, mentions of nipple clamps, ☩Author's Note: Minors, ageless blogs, and kink shamers do not interact. Also. my masterlist tag has been hidden on my blog so, to hell with Tumblr. Y'all have to do some searching on my blog. Still, I love you horny guys. I need to show my 'Tokyo Revengers' boys some more love. It's hard writing fics while on your period. So much impure thoughts, you guys. Hope you guys, enjoy. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Silk fabric pressed against warm skin.

Now, the cold material that draped across your ample breasts now suddenly comes with the warmth of large hands that handled them with care. Tilting your head back to meet the shoulders of a man that was focused on giving you the pleasure that you craved for, a constant string of pathetic mewls stretched across ears that were listening to pleasure.

A pleasure that you yearned for so badly under a guy like Shinichiro.

He could be minding the shop, rambling on about the accessories that he had for his motorcycles, along with mingling around regular customers, but having both of his hands feeling over the warm weighted breasts had him wanting to explore every part of your body. Frame by frame.

An addict would be harsh of words, yet the desire of wanting more grew as his fingers lightly touched the small rises that circled around your areola. You knew that Shinichiro was a man that played with his food, yet the horrible aches of wanting more than just his fingers grew to be more of a teasing hindrance. Enough of standing up with your ass grinding to the familiar dent that slowly grew in his pants, the hurting desire of being pushed down on a maintenance desk while he mercilessly fucks you from behind grew stronger.

You wanted more.

The mewls that came from your lips grew to be more frustrated as he playfully brushes both of his fingers around your erected nipples, now the fingers gently caressing the perkiness. Curse words of the book slipped out from each moan as you shamelessly grind yourself more into the back of him, a guttural groan was made in response as Shinichiro pinched your nipples with force. A pleading cry came out of your lips as you bit the puffed-out bottom lip, suppressing every moan that was made.

Your body can be unforgiving.

“Fuck, baby. Need some clamps on these things.” He moaned out before playfully plucking at the erected nubs. As the pressure of his fingers grew, so did the small secretions that dripped from the corners of his pressed down fingers. The feeling of something dripped between your legs caught your attention to look down and see that a familiar white substance was slowly began to ooze from your nipples. As Shinichiro’s fingers began to trance the liquid all over your nipples, you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight you were seeing. “Oh, baby. Ah, my tits…”

Shinichiro quietly noticed the haze-like gaze as he continued to tease your nipples, soft moans escaped his lips as he was looking over the shined, milky liquid that coated your hardened, yet highly sensitive nipples, traces of droplets leaving and splashing against your soft, thick thighs. Such an erotic view, Shinichiro was no better than any man. As he continued on with his teasing, the more you grew restless of wanting more than just his hands on your breasts. He could be suckling on them, favoring the taste of your sweet essence that secreted from your body. He could be doing all of those things and the more frustrated you became, so did the tortuous teasing.

It was now as if he was reading your frustration as words ever so calm graze the noises of moans, cries, and please.

“Guess I’ll be milking these tits, too. Fuck. I wonder how you taste, baby?”

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AHHHH!! all your rindou drabbles for kinktober are amazinggg , but that hanma shuji was the best one so far 😩!! can i request a #8,#17, and #37 with my man shuji 🙏🙏!

A/N: I'm posting this from the spirit realm please do not perceive me and the monster of a 4k fic I made for him I didn't mean to ;A; I like him a normal amount I promise. Anyways here's the fic I hope you like mwuahh. I also did the alternate universe of Hanma I'm sure that's not what you were exactly expecting but I wanted to keep it out of the realm of gangs just this once! I still tried to keep him a little mean hehe

Virginity/Orgasm denial/overstimulation x Hanma Shuji

You met Hanma when you went to the same school years ago, and being the shit head that he was, always picked on you for fun. It was never malicious the way it was when he was actively picking fights with other boys in gangs, but it was so fucking annoying you couldn’t help but cry with how frustrated you felt. He’d poke fun at you more, looming over you with how tall he was and just tease you until you stormed off. You remember that well, and definitely not fondly. Eventually you saw him less and less at school, and then he stopped coming altogether. The wave of relief that you felt when you were able to just go about your days in peace and quiet was immeasurable. Over time, and over the years, you thought of him less and less and forget him all the same, graduating high school, going to college, finding a job--Hanma was no longer a presence in your life.

Not until adulthood.

You were on your way home, feet dragging with how exhausted you had been feeling at the end of the week--work was hell, but you were grateful for the next two days off. You just needed to make it home in one piece. Of course that was asking for too much, because when you turned the corner your phone went flying out of your hand when you crashed into a brick of a body in front of you with a gasp. “Oh, shit” You hissed, scrambling to grab your phone with a flurry of apologies spewing out of your mouth. The body didn’t seem to acknowledge you, or so you thought, until you heard your name come out of a foreign mouth in a whisper. You paused, actually terrified now to look at who you bumped into, but looked up anyways--to someone you couldn’t recognize.

“Shit, it is you.” He breathed out with a laugh, smile appearing on his face. You frowned, brows burrowing up in confusion. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” You tried not to be defensive, you really did, but life had turned sour on you at a young age and you didn’t trust any men these days anyways. So you crossed your arms and stood your ground, looking like you were ready to fight at any given moment. The man couldn’t help but cackle, it was like life had slapped him in the face--you weren’t the shy skittish little girl he remembered anymore. You had grown up, fended for yourself, obviously not afraid to get into arguments with men you supposedly didn’t know. He feigned hurt after his laugh, pressing a hand to his chest and jutted his lips in a pout. “Come on, you really don’t remember me? You threw your backpack on me real hard in middle school you know. I think I still have a scar from your book.” Ready to turn away with a middle finger you barely acknowledged what he said, “No I don’t remember....you...” He could practically see the gears in your head turning. “Oh...oh my god--Hanma?” He flashed you a dazzling smile, “In the flesh.”

“Oh fuck off.” You tried storming away, there was no way you had just ran into your middle school bully and he thinks he can just smile at you like you had been besties. You weren’t going to even think about it for the rest of the night, you just needed to get home. Hell maybe he changed, but you weren’t gonna sit there and find out. Not willingly at least, because it turns out he wasn’t ready to end the conversation. “Woah, hey! Come on let’s just talk real quick doll face--” “Excuse me?” The shrill in your voice blatantly told him you were not having it. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Can we talk?” You stopped to look at him--really look at him and holy shit did he grow up. His hair was long to his shoulders, blonde money pieces nicely framing his face--one that was no longer grinning like a snarky piece of shit that you remembered, but soft--eyes almost pleading with you to just give him a chance for the night. And fucking tall--standing taller than six foot you craned your head to look up. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before answering. “Come on, there’s a bar along the way.”

“You’re....so different.” you commented.

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You learned he left the gang life behind years ago, and that he was a freelance photographer. You also learned that he made lots of friends from his old gang life that actually stuck, and that one of them recently got married. He told you about his travels, about the time he was in juvie (more than once), about what he did after he left school.

And he told you about how he never quite stopped thinking about you.

That made you pause your commentary at each remark, unable to take a breath in after the admission. Then you scowled. “You were an asshole Hanma. You know that? You were so fucking mean to me. And you’re saying you thought about me all these years? Ha, thought about what, how funny it was to torment me?” You let your anger flow freely with the help of the beer that was now warmed on the table top. He let you vent, getting out all your frustrations that you were never able to when you were a kid--to scared to know what he would do in retaliation. You thought this was better than therapy (and cheaper too.) When you finished your monologue of how much of a dick he was, you threw back the rest of the beer (gross) and looked at the sticky table. He made no moves to get up, which you were surprised over, instead you peeked up at him through your lashes and saw a man that looked as if he’d been slapped across the face. “I’m...wow. Yeah. I was the worst, wasn’t I?” A humorless laugh left his lips. “I didn’t...and listen, this isn’t an excuse, really it’s not, but I didn’t know how to act. You were the cutest girl in school and I just...I was a prick. Life was shitty growing up, and everyone always said ‘if you like a girl pick on her’. I guess it was too much, huh..” Another laugh. “I’m sorry, I really am. I thought I’d never see you again and now you’re here and I don’t--fuck, I’m sorry pretty girl.” Hanma hung his head in shame, playing with the emptied beer bottle in front of him riddled with anxiety.

There was too much to unpack in one night. You couldn’t believe half of the things he had even said to you tonight. So you decided to sit with it for a while. You excused yourself quietly, after (attempting and failing) to pay for your drink. “I...I have to go, Hanma.” He sighed, understanding enough anyways--it was a long shot for you to ever forgive him. But then your phone appeared in his line of sight, opened up to a new contact page with his name already up. His eyes shot up at you, hopeful, and took your phone without a pause to write in his number, he might have also changed his name just a bit, adding a heart at the end of ‘Hanma’ , so dry. You rolled your eyes at that, mumbling ‘don’t push your luck’, but kept it anyways.

For the next few weeks (months?) Hanma had integrated himself heavily into your life. You texted him every day, called just as much, and even met up with him for food or drinks a handful of times as your schedules permit. It was odd, having this bond form with someone you used to despise. But it’s not healthy to hold onto grudges like that. Especially from such a young age, and you knew he was really sorry, especially since he admitted to you night one that he had a crazy crush on you. So you let it go over time, and started seeing Hanma shine with his annoying personality again. And once he came out of his shell, really, he acted almost the same. Snarky, making faces, overly cocky like he couldn’t be beat. But he was softer now, and you found it endearing, especially when he’d come to your rescue. You’d be waiting for him to show up at your usual bar spot and be cornered by a man who was too drunk to look at you properly but was still in your face. “Come on, pretty. What’s your name huh?” You scoffed, leaning away from him as you grabbed your drink and covered the top. “Fuck off, dude. Not here for you.” You’d hear the drunkard grumble something about you being a bitch and before you were able to turn to look at him again and tell him off, you saw a tattooed hand grip his shoulder. “What was that?” Hanma leaned down to get in his face, toothpick in between his teeth as he waited.

“Fucking--nothing, dude, get off me.” Before you knew it the drunk was knocked on his ass on the floor and Hanma was shrugging it off, telling the bartender “He’s too drunk to be here, can we get him out?” with a shrug and a smirk when he was dragged off by security (as if Hanma wasn’t the one to shove him). You breathed out a giggle and smiled, thanking him for the save--and silently calming yourself down. He looked...good, turning back into his intimidating self when it wasn’t directed towards you. You wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, especially to your defense. You shake off the feeling and continue on with your conversation as you always do, though you’re distracted with the way he pushes his hand back, and how his veins in his hands look, and how--

“Hey, you good?”

You blink, startled and looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Unfortunately for you, Hanma has been getting too comfortable around you now. “What, see something you like?” He cooed, dipping his head lower to meet your eyes, voice now to a whisper. You fidget away, drink long forgotten as you try to remember how to breathe again, furrowing your brows. "I don't think I want to be here anymore." It was his turn to frown. "Hey no I'm sorry, I was joking—" "I'm hungry. Do you...wanna just grab takeout and go to my place?" Silently he nodded, dumbfounded that you had invited him over. It felt like an unspoken rule–he wouldn't ask if he could go over, knowing the answer would be 'no.' You weren't ready for him to invade your space like that. But after all this time, after close to six months of non stop talking and relearning each other it felt like the most natural thing in the world for you to ask. Even if you were a little nervous about it. And so you (he) paid your tab and left.

–

The two of you sat comfortably on the floor of your living room, eating from shared plates and having mindless movies on in the background as conversation continued. "Thanks for letting me over, doll–not gonna lie I was getting tired of always going out to a bar." He teased, laughing when he felt you shove him a little with your shoulder. "Be grateful, Hanma." You rebutted with a smile.

"Shuji."

....

"What?"

"Come on, we’ve been talking for months now. You can’t just call me Shuji? Not just once?”

You placed your chopsticks down, that fuzzy feeling coming back into your stomach the same as when you stared at him earlier. Could you call him Shuji? Did you think you were close enough to do that? He was so different than the Hanma you knew all those years ago, but somehow the same–still poking fun but now it felt good, the teasing and the taunting was reciprocated–maybe even building up to something else, that you had refused to unlock. “Come on pretty girl,” the name made your head spin and your face get hot, and him leaning in closer to you didn’t help. Hanma brushed your cheek, thumbing at your skin when he cupped your face, “just once. Just call me Shuji, please.” Your breathing hitched, eyes dropping down to look at his lips, and when you looked back up at him you noticed he’d done the same thing. “...You’re being so stupid, Shuji.” Your voice was barely heard above the sound of the TV. He chuckled, lips brushing against yours, “yeah well, you know what they say–love makes you stupid.” You closed the gap that barely existed to begin with, hands latching on to the front of his shirt as Hanma invaded your senses.

The kiss was dizzying, overwhelming, too much– everything and everywhere all at once. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when Hanma had been such a constant in your life recently, not when he admitted to loving you. You could practically feel the cockiness come flooding back, Hanma smiling into the kiss and nipping at your lower lip, easily slipping his tongue in after you granted him access. He’d taken over quickly, hand on your cheek pressing the back of your head deeper into him and the other trailing around your waist to pull you close. He had you straddling him, and you still were trying to keep up with the kiss. “Sh-Shuji, wait, h-hold on.” You broke free enough to speak if only for a moment, but he continued with the kisses down your jaw, and neck, and nipping at the juncture of your shoulder. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Fuck, his voice dipped low–the gravely sound was shooting straight down to between your legs. It was hard to breathe, he wasn’t letting up enough for you to tell him, but you needed to, you needed to–

“I’m a virgin.”

Hanma immediately stopped his ministrations, the sound of the TV turning more into white noise than whatever was going on. When he didn’t speak, you felt the need to explain. “I just, I don’t know–don’t fucking laugh, I don’t know what’s going on in your head.” You huffed, embarrassed. “I just...was never interested in hookups. And everyone fucking sucked, so I never...”You trailed off, looking away when Hanma tried to meet your eyes. He cupped your face so sweetly, small smile on his lips as he did so. “Look at me, baby.” His fucking petnames were going to kill you. But you listened anyways. “We can stop, or we can just make out–doesn’t matter to me as long as I have my hands on you.” He snickered and you wanted to smack him. You thought about it too, but you don’t think you’d find anyone better than Hanma.

You loved him, too.

“I don’t want to stop, Shuji.”

He didn’t need anything else after that.

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“Aah, fuck, Shuji y-you’re being mean again.” You whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Hanma had your legs open around his waist, working his fingers deep into your virgin hole. It’s already been twenty minutes of him slowly working you open, curling two of his fingers in your cunt and pushing up against that squishy part of your walls that had you climbing up to your orgasm–only for it to never come. Hanma kept fucking stopping. He’d feel how your walls started to clench and twitch around his long fingers, and the absolute bastard would only snicker and pull them out, slapping them lightly against your clit. “Aw, sorry baby–Just can’t get enough of how you look.” He teased, devil horns practically growing on his skull. This was the Hanma you remembered from middle school, and it seems his sadistic torture moved from taunting you at school to taunting you in your own bed. But you don’t think you cared too much, not now. Not when you saw the love in his eyes. Slowly, Hanma pushed in a third finger, a hand coming down to push you into the mattress and keeping you still. “Gotta prep you, doll–don’t want it to hurt, right?” And you don’t think it would, you had toys, it wasn’t unknown territory, but you kept your mouth shut anyways when he looked at you like that, eyes devouring you. His pace quickened, pumping his thick fingers in and out, in and out, until he saw your nose scrunch up and your mouth open–whining and crying out as you climbed closer and closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You could feel it, and you spread your legs just a bit more to give him more space, eyes rolling to the back of your head–

And then he pulled out.

“Shuji!” You were so frustrated, tears flowing freely now with how angry you were feeling. You were ready to start telling him off, until he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you with such authority it made your skin crawl. “If you don’t stop me now, baby doll, I’ll never be able to keep my hands off you again.” His aggressive tendencies never really went away it seemed, even after leaving the gang life behind you had such a grip on him it made him crazy. “Tell me no, and we’ll stop.” He waited a beat, squeezing a bit more at your jaw expectantly. You simply stared at him, stars in your eyes as you looked up at the man.

“Keep going.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Hanma kept the hand tightly on your jaw as his messy fingers slipped back into your weeping cunt, finger fucking into you harder and faster than before, all three curling up back into that gummy part and not letting up this time. Your mouth hung open with the pressure he kept on you, moans flowing freely out–you babbled, repeating his name until it all just jumbled together in messy cries. You tried to keep your eyes open but the pressure building up so fast was dizzying. Your eyes rolled back, bordering screaming as he fucked into you. He said nothing, just kept staring at your face of pleasure as you finally descended into your orgasm, crashing over you in waves and not stopping. Your juicy pussy was splashing him, fingers slipping over to rub over your clit just as quickly. Your orgasm hit you like a fucking train, lower body spasming as he kept you at that high. “Too much, too much Shu–too much!” your legs were aching to close, and he let up just enough to let you get away, smacking your pussy twice before.

Hanma leaned down kissing your throat after letting go of your jaw, whispering against you “First it was not enough, now it’s too much.” He taunted, nipping at your skin before kissing up to your lips again. Even when he was being mean again, he pet your head and wiped away your tears. “You sure you wanna keep goin’ pretty?” You hiccupped, taking the time he’s graciously given you to take a breather, and nodded. He smiled like the devil himself and planted a harsh smooch right on your lips before moving back, lining his cock against your wet folds. “Y’ready, baby doll?” Another nod. He pushed in.

“Ah fuck, Shuji–s’big.” you gasped, arching your back in the pleasure and slight pain you felt. You couldn’t stop yourself–he was big, though you knew you were feeding his ego when you heard a laugh tumble from his lips–deep in his chest. “You’re okay, baby–gonna stretch you out nice on my dick.” He started moving slow, and you swore you could feel each vein as his cock stretched your walls around him. His movement was deliberate, passionate, like he was making sure your pussy would be molded to only take his cock for the rest of your life. Though even if he told you so, you’d openly admit you’d never be able to be with another man after him. As he felt you loosen enough to move freely, he fucked into you faster, leaning over onto his forearms–dropping his forehead to yours, hair forming a curtain around the two of you. “You waited for me, baby? Waited so I could take your virginity, right?” He spoke nonsense and you both knew it. But fuck, he felt so good inside of you, you couldn’t help but let him hear exactly what he wanted. “Waited for you, Shuji–wanted to give it to you.” You were able to barely get your words out before he groaned above you, humping you like a dog in heat. “Fuck, baby doll–pussy’s so fucking tight.” His jaw tightened as he got the words out, angling himself to feel you cum around him again. “Wanna feel you cum, baby, come on, give it to me.” his hips slammed against yours, wicked pace stealing your breath. Silent screams escaped you, gasping and crying when you came around him again, and he relished in the feeling of your abused cunt clenching and twitching around him. “There we go” He breathed out a laugh, kissing your tears as they fell.

Hanma only let up enough to get his hands on the backs of your thighs and push them up to your chest. He was fully over you now, continuing to pound into your swollen pussy. “Shujiii” You whined, nails clawing at his wrists but unable to move him. At this angle he kept hitting all the right spots and you needed him to slow down. Yet the only word that would spill from your mouth was his name, like a silent prayer or mantra. Your third orgasm of the night came quickly, messier than the first two–your juices splashing on his thighs as he kept fucking into you. Folding in half you had no power to stop him, only able to take the pleasure that was bordering on painful with how quickly he was making you cum with no breaks. “Come on, pretty girl, come on.” Hanma was far gone, pupils blown out with lust–mumbling to himself more than to you, bed creaking underneath you with his strength.

He maneuvered your thighs to be pressed against your chest with one arm, his now free hand finding your swollen clit and pinching– your screams and moans filling the room as your fourth orgasm felt like a house of bricks being dropped on you. You covered him in your juices, his cock now covered in a frothy white layer that webbed and stuck to the both of you. Even as he let go of your clit, Hanma was still chasing that high–so close to getting off. He wrapped his free hand around your jaw, covering your throat and shoving his thumb into your mouth. “Look at me baby.” He ground out, just to see your fucked out face eyes all teary and glassy. Your mouth was upturned in a slight smile, completely cockdrunk. It was enough to push him over the edge and still deep inside you, shooting his thick load in your abused hole.

Silence filled the air, and slowly Hanma let go of your face and your legs, pulling out and hissing when he felt his cum dribble out with him. “Fuck..don’t think I’ll ever stop dreaming about that.” He laughed, and laughed harder when your weak hand slapped his shoulder. He dropped his weight next to you, collecting you in his arms with a kiss to your temple. “How you feelin’ baby doll?” He whispered, and you hummed, snuggling deeper into him. “Good. Sore. Always so mean to me.” You teased, feeling yourself off into sleep. He smiled at your temple and let you drift into slumber, at least for now–he’d have to clean you up.

Until then, he reached over to your phone and finally changed his name in your phone, keeping the heart but replacing his surname with ‘Shuji’.

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𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍

who did you get? ♡

♱ ft. Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou

♱ content/warnings: slight nsfw, pure teasing, alcohol consumption, mentions of smokimg, public display of affection, high sexual tension.

♱ a/n: I had Koko and Takeomi too but then I wanted to add Shin and Waka so ig I'll do that for another post

The night was dark and cold, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of cigars and whiskey. Bonten had gathered in one of their club penthouse properties for a night of celebration, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses spilling out into the night.

Everyone was particularly in a good mood, including their leader, who was in his element, surrounded by his friends and underlings. He had worked long and hard to build his criminal empire, and now he could finally kick back and relax, secure in the knowledge that he had everything running smoothly.

As the night wore on, and the alcohol continued to flow. They told jokes and stories that they would never admit to in the daylight, and they laughed at each other's misfortunes. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for these hard-nosed executives, and they were all grateful to have each other to lean on.

As the night wore on, the alcohol began to flow freely. The men were feeling no pain, and the jokes and stories flew back and forth across the table. Until, Rindou suggested a drinking game, and the mood shifted.

He took out a spicy card game and took turns on picking one. They got…

˗ˏˋ Sanzu - lick ice cream off of the inner thigh of the player across you

The air was thick with anticipation as they waited for Sanzu to reveal his dare. And once he did, a hush fell over the group as they turned to look at you, who was sitting at the end of the table. Your face was flushed with embarrassment as you looked around your sides, figuring out if you were truly the one he picked.

The spontaneousness and spice of the dare had always been in Sanzu’s nature, but the man couldn’t help but feel his heart racing with excitement. He finally caught another reason to act his attraction towards you, with everyone else watching. When it was his turn to fulfill the dare, he took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. He could feel the rest of the group watching him as he made his way towards the woman.

The pinkette picked up a spoon and carefully scooped up some ice cream. He then made his way over to you, who was still blushing furiously, and leaned in close. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone held their breath, interested in seeing what would happen next.

And then, with a bold move, Sanzu knelt in between your legs and gently placed the spoon against your inner thigh, allowing the ice cream to melt and dribble onto the skin. You closed your eyes, anticipating the heat of his tongue meeting the icy sensation of the desert. And as you let it melt onto your skin, you could feel his pulse racing against his hands that kept your legs open.

The rest of the members are obviously enjoying themselves, sharing soft applauds to Sanzu and compliments to your body. Despite the initial embarrassment, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenalin as you watched the daredevil fulfill the bold request.

For just a brief moment, the world seemed to disappear, and it was just the two of you in your own private bubble. You could feel his breath in your core, his arms curled around your thighs, and for a moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had given you a hint that he wanted to go all the way with you, on your own time and space. The tip of his nose merely pressed against your clothed clit as he finished the last drop of ice cream in between your thighs.

Afterwards, when the group had moved on to the next dare, Sanzu could feel your eyes on him, and he knew that something had changed within you. He knew that he had finally taken the first step towards his attraction.

˗ˏˋ Mikey - Act out your favorite position

Tonight, he found himself in a situation that was foreign to him, one that he had never experienced for himself before. Physical affection was not something that he was used to initiate nor display to others. It was not a part of his nature. But he knew that he had to set aside his facade of being a tough and ruthless man, even if it was killing him inside.

He took a deep breath, then turned over to the woman in question. He wrapped his arm around you for a moment, pulling you close enough to whisper into your ear, “You remember it, yeah? What we did last time…” He was obviously flustered, but his actions showed otherwise with the way he assertively held your waist and pulled you close, your bodies touching until you gathered the courage to straddle Mikey into the cowgirl position.

Mikey’s choice of position came as a shock to everyone present. The members of the organization were used to seeing him as a ruthless leader, someone who was always in control and never showed any weakness or vulnerability. But in that moment, they saw a different side of him, one that was softer, and someone who was willing to push outside their comfort zone. Mikey, for his part, was surprised by his own actions, and was a little embarrassed by the attention he received. But he also felt a sense of relief, knowing that he didn't always have to be the tough and ruthless leader, that he could be himself, even if it was just for a moment for fun.

You were almost unable to move, having Mikey’s hands planted on your waist and slowly rocking you back and forth. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants, pleased to know that the feeling of excitement and arousal is mutual. Everyone was flustered and quiet as the scene unfolds in front of them, raising suspicions that this had happened before (which it has). You couldn’t take your eyes off of Mikey with the way he tried so hard to stifle a whimper, throwing his head to the edge of the couch as you moved.

And then, as suddenly as it had come, the moment was over. The game had moved on, and Mikey was left sitting there, feeling a mix of emotions. A part of him wanted to hold on to that feeling, to explore it further and see where it might take him. But another part of him knew that he had a reputation to maintain, that he had to maintain his poise and composure for the rest of the night.

˗ˏˋ Kakucho — Passionately kiss the neck of the player on your left

He peeked as you drew this card, and he almost choked on his whiskey when Kakucho realized that he would be the one to receive the action from you. “I’m not doing it if you don’t want to.” You chuckled and prepared to pour shots as an alternative to the dare. “Where’s the fun in that? Go as long as you’d like.” Kakucho wouldn’t usually jump on something so daring on a normal day, but all the alcohol he’s consumed through the night definitely pushed him to encourage you. Sat in a manspread and arms spread over the couch, you sat on his right thigh and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He could feel the texture of your hair tickling the exposed skin of his chest, and the lingering scent of your perfume. He wanted to make a comment and praise how good you’re doing, but the words are stuck in his throat. You leaned forward, lips just inches away from Kakucho’s neck. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, finally feeling the soft texture of his skin on your lips. Kaku’s body tensed, his muscles clenched as he let out a moan. You pulled away for a moment, catching her breath and taking in the moment.

However, you weren’t satisfied with your first kiss before deciding to lean in once more. As you kissed him once again, you felt the warmth of his skin, the softness of his flesh, and the beating of his pulse under your lips. Seconds passed and you continued to enjoy the feeling of Kakucho’s body pressing against yours, feeling a sense of intimacy you didn’t think you had.

For the next few seconds, it seemed as though time had stopped altogether. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of his breathing and the hum of the card table's lights, with the occasional pour of liquor from the other members.

Kakucho tried so hard on pulling himself together with the way you sat on his lap, his fingers digging into the armrests of the chair, whilst he bit on his other finger, making it obvious to the rest of them that he’d grown particularly fond of this dare that involved extreme physical contact with you.

Despite the rest being lost in their own thoughts, Rindou put his shot away before having to practically scold you. “Alright, that’s enough.” Just when it seemed the awkwardness would never end, you pulled away., almost forgetting that you were in the middle of a stupid drinking game.

Flustered and marked with your love bite, Kakucho opened his eyes to very intrigued colleagues and a cute sight of you still sat on his lap. The rest of the game continued without a hitch, and the group moved on to other activities. But your memories of the enjoyable dare between you and Kakucho stayed with your minds long after the card game ended.

˗ˏˋ Ran and Rindou – do a body shot

They “come in a package” Ran said… It would only add to the entertainment of the game (and the person) if they both do the dare. So when they drew “body shots” with you, they instantly knew what to do. As a devout guest to their exuberant parties, you could say that this dare was customary for the three of you.

Ran and Rindou nodded, their expressions thrilled. They knew that this dare was going to be one they would never forget, but they were determined to get through it with as much dignity as possible being in their workplace.

You easily undid the straps of your shirt, revealing your bralette to the entirety of your colleagues in the room before making yourself comfortable on the couch. Takeomi approached with two shot glasses for each of the brothers. The cool glass makes contact with the skin in between your cleavage, then on your navel.

“Bottoms up,” He kindly spoke before letting the two executives scurry to you like pigeons. With a deep breath, both brothers prepared themselves for what was to come. They knew it would be potentially embarrassing, but they were determined to complete the dare and show their colleagues just how much fun they can have at the regular Haitanis parties.

Ran propped his legs on either side of yours, supporting his weight on your thigh, careful not to spill the shot glass on your Navel. Rindou was already flushed, his eyes half-lidded and his lips pursed in a drunken pout. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless with anticipation. You nodded at him, knowing what he was asking without having to explain himself. As you tilted your head back, Rindou leaned in closer to the shit glass on your cleavage, his lips hovering near yours. The two of you were nearly nose-to-nose, and for a moment, it felt like you were suspended in time, ready to be kissed by Spider-Man himself.

“Shot!” Sanzu spoke and simultaneously, Ran and Rindou each took the glass with their teeth and leaned their head for a shot.

The warmth of the alcohol trickled down their throats, and a drop of the fiery liquid trickled down Ran's chin and onto your thigh. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, the tickle of it making you squirm. The three of you were all tangled together, united in a moment of pure hedonism. It was a sight to behold, one that both excited and humbled you at the same time. And as you looked from one to the other, feeling the warm glow of the alcohol spreading through your body, you knew that this was the main event of your evening, in the thick of the action, with these two wildcards.

And though the memory of that dare would always be a part of their recollection of the night, they were proud of themselves for pulling it off so gracefully and fun.

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avasmain69 · 9 months

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bonten manjiro x fem reader

warnings: smut. cursing. physical stuff. finishing inside. fluff. angst. timeskip - bonten mikey.

an: after finally forever i am finished w the bonten mikey fic for @straydelivery from way back and now it is here in existence. - hope you are enjoy / pleased my love! 💙

bonten mikey never took it easy on your body. especially after not seeing you. tonight was possibly the worst of all. after accidentally and absent-minded you forgot to turn on your ringtone when he tried calling you suddenly after one of his bonten discussions to check in on you. bad mistake. he had busted through your front entrance with beyond intense rage when you flew out the shower -quickly covering yourself with a white linen fast when you darted through the door to see him standing in front of you in what almost resembled madman. ' manjiro- w ..wha - ' he cut you off instantly with his sweaty rough palm against your trembling face in fear unknowing of what would happen. 'what.. the fck !.. - is wrong with you?! ' he screamed as he slammed his free hand balled furiously against the wall adjacent to your body making you boil in panic. 'manjiro. please. calm down, it is ok .. - ' speaking quitely to him you tried to attempt to cradle his shaking cheeks in your hands. you knew what this was. he was scared. manjiro acted usually so calm and composed but there were few moments when you witnessed his complete and total breakdowns - his times where he just let out everything and let the anxiety win strongly against his full will. you knew damn well he was in a panic over you and couldn't be angry for his actions in that moment even if would mean having to plaster the wall the next morning. 'babe- its alright. i'm here.. i did not mean - to not to answer your calls ..i just was in the shower- nn ! -' before you knew it he was kissing your lips with love filled hypnotic passion. you were here. nothing could go wrong - not with him around. he hated leaving you sometimes even for multiple days on end when he'd have to leave the country for bonten work and other such things and the thought alone sickened his stomach. sure - he always had sanzu always posted outside your apt whenever he was out if town, much to his pink haired partners dismay- there was never a moment that he wasn't thinking about what could be going wrong whenever he stepped foot away from your presence and -at least in this moment .. right now there was not a damn thing that could take him away - from being with you -

manjiro fucking your body like like he's possessed. i mean - he is insane. he forced your hands back pinning them above your head obviously avoiding your whines and whimpers for him and pushing himself in your wet cunt before any words could form in your mind he went feral when heard you moaning from him ' unh .. babee-! 'making his way much further inside you than he should be doing making you cry out his name loudly. ' fck- me manjiro - ah! .' nothing would hold this man from bringing the devil out when he was forcing his cock over and over again until the warmth of that place he needed took over and stole him from reality. it was an abyss one you only could deliver him into - manjiro wanted it all. making you only his was the best decision he could have had ever made in his life. grabbing onto your waist he placed his mouth over your neck biting down almost as if he was in need of your sweet nectare pushing himself further into his abyss making you cum so dmn fast you swore it was the first time. ' - babe! - ah ! ' swelling around him your vagina drenched his belly and was dripping all down your own legs from whatever magic he was working your pussy into and you pleaded with him so hard not to stop - 'babyy ..! ah! .. manjiro! - ' mikey cut you off with his tender lips in a sharp embrace to your moaning mouth. 'nnngh .. unh-nghh ..' you heard him groan wildly as he began fucking you harder and harder sighing into you with his sexy voice - all the way pressed in your hair from how close he was about to orgasm and the motions rocking the bed of how he was pleasuring himself with you with such force and strength from his biceps and toned build so chaoticly when you felt yourself starting to cum all over again before the feeling of the wood snapping beneath you giving out completely with the mattress folded in half against the floor as he went on relentlessly aggressively pounding his hard cock in you in a murderous fixation, thrashing your throbbing cumming core with such fine work you did not give no cares .. at all. 'manjiro- .. ah!- fck .. yess! - ' your voice sounded so beautiful and pleasing to him and he could not stand to pull himself out when in some dream like state he gave out to your serene voice against him like a melody to his body. the sweat from your panting chest against his skin mixing into his felt like a drug and he grabbed your chin into a hungry lip lock- manjiro needed you. every last part of you. your body. your lips. your voice. your smile. your comfort. your embrace. you were his life - the perfect person for him that he could have imagined in a partner and to his surpise you offered it happily he had thought to a piece of shit like him - without question. he had to do better for you. for your future. and maybe even his own.

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my sibling will kick your ass!

synopsis: in which shinichiro challenged keisuke’s sibling to a fight, not knowing that keisuke’s sibling was a pretty girl.

warnings: f!reader, baji!reader, semi-crack, shinichiro does not have game, fluff, comedy, baji is referred to as keisuke to prevent confusion.

wc: 2.2k

note/s: special thank you to @rizsu for beta-reading this i lob u kiss kiss!

“keisuke, what the hell happened to you?” you demand once you see your younger brother beaten and bruised.

“‘s nothing, nee-san! don’t worry too much.” he waves it off as he runs off to his room, shutting the door immediately.

you clicked your tongue, knowing that baji wouldn’t answer you yet again. this wasn’t the first time that your brother had come home with blood and bruises on his body, and frankly, you were sick of it.

“you know… you really shouldn’t be worried too much about keisuke,” you hear your mom interrupt your thoughts as you feel her hand on your shoulder. “maybe this is his way of making friends.”

“really, mom? being beaten up is his way of making friends?” you hear the door of keisuke’s room open and angry stomps coming closer to the two of you.

“i was not beaten up! i beat them up.” “and you’re proud of yourself for that?!” if keisuke’s cheeks weren’t bloody from his fight, it would probably be because of your fingers due to how much you wanted to pinch it out of frustration.

“relax, nee-san! i keep winning anyway.” keisuke said with a smug smile on his face. you pinched the middle of your brows, right elbow on top of your left wrist that crossed on your chest.

“i’m getting real tired of this, keisuke. this is the second time this week.” “but nee-san, last week it was only three times so—” “that’s not the point, keisuke!“ your brother shut his mouth once he realizes that you were not playing around anymore.

“from now on, i don’t want you coming home with any kind of bruises or cuts on your body, am i clear?”

“nee-san–” “am i clear, keisuke?” “...yes, nee-san.”

you clicked your tongue before placing a hand on his head. “keisuke, you can still have fun without having to resort to violence, you know this, right?” “yeah, sorry, nee-san. it won’t happen again.” you gave his head a pat before he went inside his room.

your mom looked at you with an amused smile, which you chose to ignore.

you’ll give keisuke the benefit of the doubt, besides, if keisuke said it won’t happen again, then it won’t happen again.

“i can’t believe you let it happen again!” you say as you scolded your younger brother who looked anywhere but your eyes, embarrassment filled in his hazel eyes.

“nee-san–” “no, keisuke, you promised! and what did i hear about you joining a gang, are you out of your mind?!”

“nee-san, it’s fine! we’ll be the best gang there is!” “keisuke, that is not the point! and what do you even know about running gangs?”

“mikey’s older brother knows how! he taught us what to do and how to beat people up.” keisuke said proudly, unaware of the vein threatening to pop off your forehead.

“and how old is this older brother you speak of?” keisuke shrugs. “‘dunno. probably 35? 45? never bothered to ask but he owns a bike shop.”

“let me get this straight.” you say, brows pinched by your fingers, as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“a grown, forty-five year old man, is teaching you how to run a gang? and you don’t see anything wrong with that?” keisuke dumbly shakes his head and you sighed.

“let me talk to him.” “huh?!” “i said, let me talk to him. i’m not letting you join a fucking gang, keisuke.”

“but nee-san–” “no. tell your friend’s older brother that i’m going to have a talk with him and i don’t fucking care if he brings his gang around.” you say, in a voice leaving no room for argument. keisuke said nothing, nodding his head, not knowing how tomorrow would end.

“ah?” shinichiro’s eyebrow rose, a cigarette dangling from his lithe fingers as he puffed out the smoke he inhaled.

“is that so?” “yeah, my sibling will kick your ass!” keisuke bragged, as he stood in front of shinichiro, the rest of toman surrounding them as shinichiro adjusted a few screws on the motorbike he was working on.

“tell your sibling to bring his gang or whatever, tomorrow. three pm, i won’t back down from that provocation.” shinichiro replied and keisuke nodded.

once confirmed, the rest of toman dispersed, leaving shinichiro in his shop alone, as they talked amongst themselves about what would happen tomorrow.

“ne, baji.” kazutora elbows him. “ah?” the ravenette replies, the rest of toman in their own little world.

“i didn’t know you had another sibling.” kazutora says, noting that he never saw someone else aside from you and your mom aside from baji whenever he slept over.

“eh? i thought you and (y/n)-nee were close?”

“wait, so it’s (y/n)-nee-san?” keisuke nodded, confused. “who else would it be?”

“baji, you idiot! you set (y/n)-nee up!” kazutora wanted to punch his friend in the face when he continued to look confused.

“ah, whatever. surely, shinichiro wouldn’t lay a hand on a girl.” kazutora mumbles.

baji continued to not get what kazutora was referring to. the ravenette could only sigh, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t have to resort to violence because he’s seen what shinichiro can do and he’s not so sure if you could handle it.

”nee-san, i think you should back out.” “i can handle it, keisuke. my mind is not going to change.”

you say as you push open the door to your house. keisuke feels conflicted; maybe he shouldn’t have overestimated you to shinichiro because the aforementioned is the leader of their gang, and as much as you annoy him, he’d never want to see you hurt.

you pushed the glass doors of the shop opened, triggering the bell above the door as you stood by the bikes. with eyes glaring forward, you wait for the gangster to emerge out of the backrooms.

“we’re closed.” a male voice calls out and you say nothing, walking up to the register and pressing on the bell that was on the desk.

“i said, we’re closed!” the voice repeats, the tone turning a bit more hostile but you weren’t going to budge as you pressed on it once more.

on the other side, shinichiro grits his teeth at the shrill sound of the bell, finding it annoying as he stands up.

“you think that’s keisuke’s brother?” wakasa asks as he tinkers with his bike, shinichiro shrugs.

“‘dunno, but that goddamn bell is annoying, i’m gonna go check it out.” shinichiro waves at his comrades before he leaves the curtain separating the backrooms and the desk.

“can’t you fucking hear? i said we’re clo–” he stops once he sees you looking at him with a raised brow, looking very uninterested.

the ravenette stops in his tracks because holy shit you were cute, and looked like a baddie too. he recognizes you as his neighbor that he’s seen only twice. you looked familiar, he couldn’t quite point it out.

“can i help you?” shinichiro asked, placing his hands behind his back as he gives a customer-service smile.

you remain looking uninterested. “get your boss for me.” shinichiro blinks.

“what?” you roll your eyes in response. “i said, get your boss for me.” shinichiro remains confused, he wants to further ask questions but he is met with you mumbling under your breath.

“i…” shinichiro says calmly. “i am the boss, uh… this is my shop.” he gestures to the place and you stop your mumbles.

you blinked confusedly, before your eyes narrowed once more.

“very funny, pretty boy. tell your boss to stop fucking hiding and face me, i don’t give a shit if his gang would be waiting outside for me.” you declare, and shinichiro would’ve caught on to the fact that you were keisuke’s older sibling— he should’ve.

with all the signs pointing towards a huge banner that said “i’m keisuke’s sibling!” he disregards every hint he was presented with because holy shit you called him pretty.

you cleared your throat once you noticed him staring, not making a move before reiterating your previous question.

“just get me your gang leader or whatever, i want to get this over with.”

“listen, pretty, like i’ve told you the first time, i’m—” “nee-san!” his words were interrupted when the glass door opened and your younger brother barged in with his friends.

“please don’t do this, i don’t want you to get hurt!” keisuke says, panting, as if he ran to get here on time.

“kei, i told you, i’d be fine. and nothing’s happening, their boss is a fucking coward who can’t face me.” you said, pissed off at having your time wasted.

“uh… nee-san?” you hummed in response. “you’re… already talking to him.”

with a gasp, you turned back to the ravenette and slapped him across the face, catching him, and the other boys in the shop, off guard.

“oh shit.” you hear someone, you think his name was draken whisper to mikey, who let out a laugh at what he just witnessed.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you yell to the ravenette who clasped his slapped cheek, head still tilted to the side.

now shinichiro remembers, you were baji keisuke’s older sister, the cute neighbor he thought that he had imagined because he rarely saw you.

he turns to you with a menacing look in his eye. “the fuck? what’s wrong with you? why would you slap me?”

“boys, leave.” you turn towards the teens who were watching the scene. “but–” mikey tries to interject but shuts up when he sees your stern expression. “i said, leave.”

“yes, nee-san!”

you turn to shinichiro once the coast was clear.

“why the hell are you letting thirteen year olds make a gang and teaching them how to beat people up?” before shinichiro could even respond, you continued.

“a forty year old grown man like you shouldn’t instigate children's antics, creep!”

“forty?! where the hell did you even get that information?” now you are confused, “that’s what keisuke said.”

the both of you didn’t know where this conversation was going, and shinichiro still couldn’t help but not be 100% focused on the topic because to him, you looked so hot when you were angry.

he clears his throat. “no, i’m not fucking forty, clearly i don’t look forty.” he scoffs. “i’m twenty-five.” that makes a lot more sense.

“and to answer your question, tell your brother to stop twisting the story because i didn’t tell them how to run a gang. i taught them self-defense, which is leagues away from beating people up.” shinichiro answers.

shinichiro sighs, “clearly, there’s been some kind of altercation to his story because from what your brother told me, you’d beat me up.”

you sighed, everything seems to be adding up now, you wanted to smack keisuke upside the head for stirring the story for the sake of conflict.

“no. i said i’d give you a piece of my mind.” “how ‘bout giving me your number instead?”

“what?” “what?”

you looked at him, with an expression as if asking him if he were serious.

“out of all times, you chose now to flirt with me?” shinichiro tries to play dumb. “why are you assuming i want to take you out on a date?”

“i never said that.” “shit.” he mumbles, knowing that he blew his chances with a pretty girl and that he probably embarrassed himself.

he’s about to believe wakasa’s words that he had no rizz and take a walk of shame back to the back rooms where his friends were waiting for him.

speaking of which, they didn’t even come out or take a peek even once to check up on him.

his thoughts were interrupted by a giggle.

“what did you say your name was again, sano-kun?” “...shinichiro.”

“give me your phone, shinichiro.” he wasted no time in handing you his phone, you bit back a laugh, but you can see that the scary gang leader that keisuke was talking about was severely overhyped and that you got mad over nothing.

you sighed as you typed the final numbers of your contact in his phone and clutched it to your chest before looking him right in the eye.

“you better take care of keisuke for me.” you say before handing him his phone. shinichiro nods.

“i’ll treat him like i treat mikey, you don’t need to worry about a thing.” “...somehow that makes me worry even more.” the both of you laugh before you nod back to him in parting.

“alright, i feel somewhat assured. i’ll get going now.” you dipped your head slightly. “wait!” shinichiro stops you from turning around.

“let me walk you home.”

“don’t you have to close up shop?” before shinichiro can respond, you see two men emerging from the backroom and clasping the ravenette on his shoulder.

“benkei and i’ll take care of it.” wakasa said, pushing shinichiro towards your direction. “make sure your future girlfriend gets home safe.”

your faces warmed at the teasing but neither of you said anything as you walked away, finding easy conversations on the way home.

meanwhile, your younger brothers were rejoicing over the fact that they’ll soon be brother-in-laws and the rest of toman just want them to shut up because that’s all they’ve been talking about since you told them to go outside.

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