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lovelyxsakura · 2 years

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Euphoria (Pt. 2)

↬ drug dealer!sanzu haruchiyo x reader ↫

↣ syn: you guys meet again.

(f/g) favorite genre

↣ word count: 4,285

↣ tw: drug use, intoxication, oral (male receiving), tit-fucking, choking, spit kink, creampie, dirty talk, degradation

↣ a/n: it’s LATE, i thought this would be out a lot earlier but i got distracted and played some video games. anyway, there’s little progression in this chapter but also at the same time it’s big? you’ll see, i’m just glad i got this chapter out. this one is for you lovely @willowfolksong <3

minors do not interact (18+ only!)

It’s been a week since you and Hotaru attended Mikey’s party. Despite your subtle efforts, you still had not seen Sanzu at all. You knew it wasn’t healthy to crave his presence so strongly, but you truly felt that he (and his friends) granted you an escape from reality and your insecurities.

Your body was slumped over the library table; you were on your phone going through your favorite social media feed. The walls in your apartment were suffocating you, meaning it was time to get some fresh air. The library had always been a setting that you could relax in; it was quiet and an ideal place for alone time. Since the colleges were still on break, there was a low occupancy in the building.

You sighed, mind continuously thinking of that night. Your eyes flicker up for a brief moment, spotting a blur of pink. Impetuously, your body jolts up from the table, knocking over a stack of books in the process. A few strangers glare at you in annoyance; you shrink in your spot muttering a small apology. After retrieving the fallen novels and throwing them in your backpack, you fly out of the chair and head off towards the back of the library. Hopefully, you weren’t mistaken by that light color; it had to be Sanzu. As you got closer to the rearmost shelves, your pace slowed, careful not to look suspicious. There was a line of windows that marked the border of the building; the space was vacant. You peeked around the shelves, desperately hoping you’d missed him, but still nothing. Hands ball up into fists at your sides, frustration seeping through your pores.

“It’s rude to spy on people,” a baritone voice speaks up. Your head whips in the direction it’s coming from; your left. Sanzu is leaning against an odd section of books, gazing with amusement evident in his eyes.

You shake your head, largely in astonishment. “I wouldn’t say that I was spying.”

He’s getting closer to you, hands cozy in his pockets. Up close you can see his baby blue eyes with undisturbed clarity; you notice how alluring they are in their natural state.

“What do you want?”

Your head tilts in confusion; his eyebrow lifts in retort.

“I’ve got weed, seemed like you enjoyed that,” he comments offhandedly. “If you want something more hardcore, I have LSD, molly, prescription drugs like-“

In a panic, you cover his mouth with your hand, expeditiously interrupting him.

“Oh my god.”

Sanzu is vexed by your reaction.

“Fuck, sorry!” Pulling away, you glance around the area, ensuring nobody was close by to overhear the conversation.

“You just go around carrying drugs in your pocket?!” You scold him in a whisper.

He cackles, body bent over in a boisterous laugh, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. When he’s done howling, his figure stands up straight again.

“I sell them, idiot. What else would I be doing with them?”

Your face turns red in a mix of shock and embarrassment. You’re assuming this is what Hotaru was referencing when she said the pinkette was bad news.

Sanzu steps closer, invading your personal space, patiently waiting for a response.

“I don’t…know?” It’s more of a question than an answer, one that leaves him bewildered.

“So, you were following me because…?” His voice trails off, intending for you to finish the sentence.

“I wanted to see you?” Your voice comes out squeaky, an indication that you’re not telling the entire truth. “I-I had a good time last Saturday…with you and your friends…” Not completely sure what you’re trying to say, you focus on the laces of your shoes; it’s a nice distraction.

Sanzu hums. “We’re gonna be hanging out tonight. Ken is bringing his girl, so you’re welcome to come if you’d like. I’m sure Mikey would love to see you again; he likes your attitude.”

You roll your eyes at the thought of the white-haired male. He came off a little strong, but he eventually made up for his negative first impression.

“Yeah,” you pause in slight hesitation. “That would be great. Are you guys going to be…you know…?” You don’t want to say the word, so instead, you imitate the action of smoking.

Sanzu nods, chuckle slipping past his lips. Your hand spans out in front of you, soundlessly asking for his phone.

“I'll give you my number, so you can text me the details and stuff.” You feel awkward when he hands you his phone. The contacts app isn’t open, so you navigate through his home screen to get there. Upon opening it, you press the plus sign in the corner and enter your information. When you hand the device back to him, he furiously types something and pockets it. You can feel a vibration go off inside your bag—he most likely wanted to make sure it was the right number. Sanzu turns halfway around, about to make his way back to the open area of the library.

“See ya later.” He throws up a peace sign and walks away.

A breath slips out, one you didn’t know you were holding. That man had you experiencing too many emotions in a short conversation. Your nose wiggles comfortably before you make a move to leave. It was better to wait so people didn’t assume you guys just hooked up in the back of the library. Your cheeks heat up at the thought; Sanzu has potential. Normally, he wore baggier clothes but you’re sure that underneath he’s packing-

“Stop it!” You halt that train of thinking.

Briskly, you’re stepping out of the building, air touching your body. You have no idea what you’re going to tell Hotaru since you guys had planned a movie night.

On your way home, you drop by an antique cafe. Since you’re a regular there, as soon as you step through the entrance, the barista acknowledges you with a nod. After picking your table in the corner, you retrieve your phone from the dark-colored backpack. Sanzu’s message was at the top, a quick greeting followed by the details for tonight; he offered to pick you up, which you accepted. You sent your address to him then set your phone down on the table. One of the cashiers brought your order over and set it down gently in front of you.

“It’s on the house today,” she said sweetly.

“Thank you!” The girl was already walking away by the time you could respond. You spent time observing the sky while you ate; it was illustrated with pleasant shades of blue and purple. When you had finished, you tidied up the table and left. You pondered on what you would tell Hotaru; you didn’t want to lie, but you also felt like you needed to see Sanzu tonight. Sighing, you open the front door, kicking your shoes off and lobbing your belongings on the couch. There were still a few hours you would see Sanzu and his friends, so you set an alarm and laid down to take a nap. You’d deal with Hotaru later.

You were startled awake by the blaring noise of your alarm. Clumsily, your arm reaches over to silence the device. Covers are thrown out of the way as you head to the bathroom to shower. Your clothes fall to the cold floor after you pull them off. Feet touch the frigid tile as you enter the enclosed structure. Light beams of warm water cascade over your body; you lather your towel up in soap and begin washing. You turn the knob to the left after cleaning yourself thoroughly and step out carefully. Grabbing your towel from the sink, you unfold the cloth, utilizing it to catch the water droplets. Afterward, you wrap the fabric around your body, relishing in the delightful warmth.

You head back into your bedroom, perching onto the edge of your mattress. In a hiatus from the routine, you check your phone for any notifications. There was one from Sanzu, alerting you that he was on the way, but you hadn’t heard anything from Hotaru. By now, she would have sent something considering you guys have fixed plans. Clicking on her contact, you press the call button and listen to the line ring. You expected her to pick up, but she doesn’t. You’re worried a bit, but instead of pushing the issue, you set your device down–there was most likely a reasonable explanation for her behavior.

When you were in the process of getting dressed, a ‘ding’ sounded throughout the room; hastily, you grabbed your phone to check who the text was from. It was Hotaru:

‘Gotta cancel, gettin laid tonight ;)’

You snicker, unease abandoning your mind. Your teeth capture the plush of your bottom lip; you wondered what Sanzu would be like in bed.

“No!” You lightly slap your face. It was embarrassing to be thinking of him in this way, especially since you barely knew him; however, you couldn’t deny the budding attraction you had towards him. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure if you were going for him, or the weed.

Before making your way to the lobby, you load up your purse and slip on a pair of comfy shoes. Sanzu hasn’t arrived yet, but you don’t mind waiting a few minutes; it gives you time to prepare for the social gathering. When you had received a message from the pink-haired male, you got up from the foyer’s love seat and headed towards the entryway. He was barely exiting the vehicle when you reached him. His head snapped up at your arrival; his eyes looked droopy.

“That was quick,” he announced, referring to your swift arrival.

You respond to his comment with a sheepish nod, feeling a bit abashed. “I was waiting for you in the lobby.”

He offers a lopsided smirk. Sanzu’s fingers loop around the passenger side’s handle, prying the car door open; he pauses, allowing you to get in before shutting it and walking around to the driver’s side.

His body plops into the leather seat; he wastes no time turning the car on, letting it warm up for a bit.

“Your friend ditch you again?” He teases in an attempt to make small talk. You’re not sure why he assumed you’d bring her.

“Kind of,” you start with a chuckle, “She’s getting dicked down for the first time in months, so I guess I can’t be too upset with her.”

Sanzu is amused but doesn’t add anything else to the conversation. Instead, he shifts the gear into drive and pulls off quickly. You grasp onto the car door, baffled by the unexpected change in speed. In fear of being annoying, you decided against initiating another chat; content with enjoying the muted ride.

“Here.” At a red light, he connects his phone to the radio via aux cord before handing it to you. “Play something you like.”

You nod, swiping over to his music app. A(n) (f/g) song felt like the best option; you listened to the category often and you hoped that you could play something Sanzu would like as well. You throw on a song by your favorite artist and set the mobile device down. A few times you looked over to see if he was enjoying the music; his head bopped a little to the beat. It was cute. When you picked up his phone to put on a different track, a text message popped up.

“You’ve got a text from someone.”

“Click on it,” came his short reply.

You followed his instructions, viewing the contents of the message. It was an unknown number, sending a thread of lewd photos. You drop the device into your lap, hands tightly shielding the screen from your eyes. Sanzu glances over in concern.

“What is it?”

“Nothing!” You shriek.

“I mean it’s just…some pictures.” A pang of jealousy pounds at your chest.

“Pictures? What kind of-”

“Yep!” You answer quickly, neglecting to let him finish his question. Turning the phone face down, you opt for staring out of the window. There was a random tune playing in the background; you weren’t paying attention to it, just watching the buildings blear by. For some reason, the drive was starting to drag on–courtesy of your rising insecurities.

As soon as Sanzu parks, you rush out of the vehicle and towards the front door; you wanted to avoid a confrontation. Mikey’s house looked a lot cleaner without all of the trash (and people) loitering around the yard. Softly, you knock on the door; Sanzu sizzled up a safe distance behind you—he doesn’t say anything.

Draken was the one to open the door. His face scrunched in confusion before lighting up in recognition.

“You’re that feisty girl from last week.” You nod your head.

“That’s me.” Your reply is flat, lacking any enthusiasm. He steps to the side, permitting you to enter. The living room area is filled with people. Most of the spots on the couch were taken, some even choosing to get comfortable on the floor. Since Mikey was the only other person you knew, you plopped down in the available seat next to him. The short male bobs his head up in your direction, then continues rolling his blunt. It was thick, pot barely contained in the brown paper. A flame from the lighter sealed his spit to the paper, securing everything together. His entire body turns toward you, holding the hogger up to eye level.

“Sanzu wanted me to have this ready for you.” He’s pushing the doober towards you, patiently waiting for you to take it.

“What’s the matter? You look scared or something.” Mikey’s voice is dull, you’re not sure if it’s from the drugs or if he naturally sounds this way.

“It’s kind of…big?”

Mikey snorts, “He must like you then. All this for free?” You take the object from him, inspecting it closely. It was packed neatly and a lot fatter in girth than you thought. Sanzu must’ve wanted you as high as a kite. Speaking of Sanzu—you looked around the room in hopes of seeing where he went. The pinkette was sitting next to a tall, lanky guy with short lilac hair (and you had to admit he had some pretty good-looking friends). You guys made eye contact for a split second, then he turned away.

You brought the blunt up to your lips, letting Mikey light the other end. Inhaling sharply, you hold it. Steadily, you attempt to exhale, and much like last time end, up in a coughing fit. Mikey rubs your back slowly, allowing you to ride out that fit but also providing some comfort. Tears swell up in the corners of your eyes from the intensity. You nurse the blunt in between your fingers, rolling it back and forth between your thumb and pointer finger. There’s always a few minutes in between each drag; it’s better to pace yourself.

When the doob is a fourth of the way gone, you’re buzzing on the inside. Your mind is blank and your body feels relaxed. Mikey takes the blunt from your hands.

“That’s enough for you.” He pulls an ashtray out and slides the lit end across it, extinguishing the active blaze. You don’t talk much, just watch everyone around you socialize. Their voices become a chorus of whirs as you start to disassociate.

“Hey,” Mikey snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Huh?” Your reach up to wipe your nose.

“Don’t die on us now.” He chuckles, amused by how you’re reacting to the weed. Pulling a bottle out of his pocket, he empties a few pills onto the table. One of them yellow, with a smiley face etched into the condensed powder; the other a lighter purple with a skull design.

“What is that?” You question. Sanzu slides next to you, the spot finally vacant. He wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“It’s ecstasy,” Mikey starts, “Wanna try it?”

“No,” Sanzu replies for you. “She’s already high out of her mind.”

You’re not sure why you’re pouting but you are. It was cute he stuck up for you, but you also wanted to make that decision for yourself. But, due to the weed in your system, you didn’t feel like arguing. You notice that Sanzu seems different though, a little more energetic, leg bouncing up and down at a rapid pace. Looking at Mikey, you see that he's eyeing both of you.

“Laced your weed again?” Sanzu hums in confirmation.

“Thought you had to take your girl home.”

“Oh, actually I’m not-“

“I’m perfectly fit to drive.”

You don’t try to repeat yourself, you’re too tired and hungry.

“Sanzu,” you tug on the sleeve of his jacket. “Can we get something to eat?”

He stands up first, then tugs on your hand. You may have gotten up too quickly because once on your feet you feel extremely dizzy. Sanzu catches you, preventing your body from toppling over completely.

“I’m okay,” you whisper. The male nods, leading you towards the front door again. You wave to everyone.

“See you guys next time.” A sweet smile gently grazes your features. A group of ‘byes’ ring in your ear as you’re walking through the door. You’re both relieved and confused when Sanzu walks down the sidewalk, not towards the car. You don’t question it though. He’s walking with a little bounce to his step. Your pace is slower and unbalanced.

“I don’t know that girl,” Sanzu is laughing; you’re confused.

“The one who sent those pictures to my phone.” He clarifies. You’re not sure why he’s telling you this.

“That’s none of my business.” You state.

“You looked like you wanted to avoid me for the rest of your life afterward.” A shrug was your only retort. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t yours.

Yet.

He stops unexpectedly, and with your delayed reflexes, you couldn’t avoid running into him.

“Ouch! Sanzu what-“

But he’s cutting you off by placing his lips on yours. You’re slow to act but eventually lean into the kiss, hands sliding up to his shoulders. It’s lax, almost like he’s too impatient to be sensual; but your hazy mind doesn’t care. He wraps your legs around his torso and that’s when you pull away lazily.

“Sanzu we-“

“Call me Haru.” It’s spoken as a command that sends shivers down your spine. He carries you effortlessly, heading in the direction of his car. Your fingers interlock behind his neck, it’s added security, but you know he’d never drop you. Your heart is racing in excitement.

Sanzu doesn’t struggle when he’s opening the door to the backseat. He lays you down gently, crawling over you. His face is so close to yours that the strands of his hair graze your reddened cheeks.

“Do you want this?” Heavy breaths fan over your face and he’s doing a lousy job of containing his wandering hands. You’re both intoxicated, but he still asks for consent and it’s making your mind fuzzy.

“Yes, Haru. I want this.”

In an instant, his lips find yours again; the kiss is more calculated than the last but still sloppy, likely due to his inebriation. Your tongues clash together in a fight for dominance that Sanzu ultimately ends up winning. The muscle explores the depths of your warm cavern in passionate delirium. The taller male pulls away, marveling at the string of saliva connecting you both. Eagerly, he pulls his jacket and shirt off. You’re practically drooling at the display of pale skin; midriff built a perfect balance of lean and buff. His fingers tangle themselves in the material of your top; fumbling slightly, but eventually managing to tug it off.

“Fuck,” he’s sighing, shamelessly palming his bulge. It’s a huge ego boost considering you’re barely naked.

On your own, you raise your hips to pull your pants off. Sanzu tugs on your waist, bending your knees behind him and allowing your feet to rest on the door. He’s moving up to straddle your chest so that you’re at eye level with his crotch. He fiddles with the zipper, quickly undoing it and pulling his cock out. It’s neutral in color and big with an intimidating thickness. Pre-cum is seeping out of the tip; you lean forward catching the whitish fluid on your tongue. Sanzu uses the opportunity to slip his cock into your mouth slowly. The weight of it feels nice, comfortable. His body is still, so you shift to rest on your elbows, taking him deeper while eliminating the weird angle. A soft suck leaves his shuddering, thrusting his hips downward, cock moving further into your mouth. You gag from the sudden action, but Sanzu’s hand flies to the back of your neck, effectively keeping you from moving away.

“That’s it,” he slurs, thoroughly drunk off of pleasure. “Suck my cock, pretty girl.”

You moan at his words, taking him in as much as you can. Your head bobs back and forth, tongue pressed against the underside of his member. When air feels sparse, he allows you time to breathe. Rhythmic pants fill the space, your hand lazily pumping him in the meantime. Sanzu’s eyes flicker down to your tits; they’re perky, sitting nicely in your bra. He moves your wrist away, then slides his cock underneath the band of the lacy garment. Zealously, he squishes your boobs together so they’re surrounding him fully. You hum in satisfaction, watching him rut into the valley of your breasts. You stick your tongue out, his tip nudging it every time he slants forward. Sanzu throws his head back, pace increasing rashly. Groans tumble from his lips, traveling straight to your core.

“Fuck, Haru.” His tempo becomes haphazard, desperate to reach his high.

“Gonna cum baby,” a grunt fills your ears. “Gonna cum all over your fuckin face.”

Your thighs rub together, trying to create any sort of friction to relieve the ache.

“Cum for me Haru, please, want you to paint my face with your cum,” you beg, laying your tongue out in anticipation. A few more rushed thrusts and the opaque fluid is coating your face. His arms are shaking, nearly failing to keep his body up in the aftermath of his orgasm. Eyes connected with his, you wipe some of his cum up with your fingers and slurp them clean. He’s examining the way your wet organ swirls around your cum coated fingers; it takes a lot of self-control to stop himself from shoving his cock back into your mouth. Sanzu pulls your bra down, bending forward to lap at your nipples. His tongue twirls around your pert buds, nipping slightly and sucking. Your back arches at the pleasure, but you need something more.

“Haru, please stop teasing me, I need you.” You tug harshly on his pink hair. He chuckles, shuffling in order to bring your legs back to the proper position. He pushes your thighs to rest on either side of your face. Sanzu leans down, tongue pressing hard against your pussy through your frail panties. Your hand grips onto the leather, blaring moan filling the car.

“Want you inside me Haru, now.”

“Fuck, (y/n).” He slides his hard cock against your soaked panties. The friction feels heavenly. He slips the seat of your underwear to the side, sliding in leisurely. Your eyes roll back, a scream threatening to stumble from your lips. Sanzu leans over, holding your mouth open firmly; a glob of spit spills from his mouth and onto your awaiting tongue. You both moan from the action as he’s bottoming out. He fits perfectly inside you, almost like you were destined to take him. Your gummy walls smoothly fit against the shape of him. You look up at the male, eyes blown wide with lust and he gets the message. His hips thrust at a mediocre pace; he’s big, and there was no time to prep you so he’s cautious, not wanting to inflict any pain.

“Harder Haru!” His lazy eyes glance at you, and before you know it, his fingers are wrapping around your throat; firmly applying pressure as he’s rocking into you.

“Fuckin slut,” he huffs. There’s so much power from the thrusts he’s swaying the car. Your pussy is clenching down on him, quickly chasing your high.

“You’re gonna cum already? Huh?” The laugh that follows almost pushes you over the edge.

“Just a slut for my cock, you probably planned this.” His grip is unrelenting, with no plans of easing up until you cum.

“Go on, pretty girl, cum all over my cock.” You’ve never felt like this before, mind distorted from the weed and lack of circulation, body spasming and ready for your climax. His unoccupied thumb finds your clit, pressing down in fast, circular motions. He can feel your walls getting tighter, and when you’re finally spilling over the edge he relinquishes his hold around your neck. You’re panting to the point where it’s hard to breathe, orgasm completely shocking your body. Sanzu continues his merciless pace, pursuing his second orgasm of the night.

“Holy shit,” he’s whispering as he spills his seed into your cunt.

His arms give out, and your chest makes contact with his. Both of you sit in silence, attempting to catch your breath. When you’ve finally descended from cloud nine, you wiggle in an effort to push Sanzu up. He groans, cock growing hard again in your fucked out pussy. You look at the pinkette.

“Seriously?”

His hips grind against yours, and you wince in slight overstimulation.

“Round two?”

And how could you say no when his indolent smirk shines through, and the weed is still clouding your judgment.

You were hooked.

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Nowhere Safe (Masterlist)

↬ tokyo revengers x reader ↫

→ apocalyptic! au ←

↝ syn: a widespread outbreak from a popular drug leaves the inhabitants of japan infected with an incurable disease. you’re willing to do anything to keep your friends and family safe.

↝ tw: extreme descriptions of violence, drug use, suicide, sexual content

↝ a/n: nah, ever since this idea popped into my head, i KNEW i had to write it. don’t worry, for anyone wondering i’m going to put time and effort into euphoria/maneater before i start this new series. i just wanted to see if this would be something you guys are interested in. i haven’t really decided on the main love interest yet, i was thinking izana but i’m not sure. it could also be more of an interactive thing, like when it gets to those chapters i’ll let people in the comments decide the ‘next move’ essentially. that could be fun! let me know what you guys think! ☆

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Coming soon.

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↬ sanzu haruchiyo x reader ↫

↝ syn: no matter how much you try, there’s no escape from sanzu haruchiyo.

↝ tw: drugs, drug use, drug abuse, alcohol use, alcohol abuse, drug mixing, mixing drugs & alcohol, depression, self-harm, sadism, masochism, abuse, stalking, sexual assault, bondage, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, spanking, choking, blood play, knife play, somnophilia, intoxication, biting, impregnation, anal, clothed sex, dacryphilia, sensory deprivation, orgasm control, overstimulation

↝ a/n: this one is going to be extremely dark! please read at your own discretion. ♡

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╰ Part 1 - I Hate You (coming soon)

╰ Part 2 - I Love You (coming soon)

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lovelyxsakura · 2 years

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Reunion (Maneater Pt. 1)

↬ bonten x reader ↫

↣ syn: meeting a childhood acquaintance has you spiraling down a long rabbit hole.

(e/c) eye color

↣ word count: 3,766

↣ tw: cunnilingus, dirty talk, thigh fucking, edging, begging, praise, creampie

↣ a/n: i’m not gonna lie, i don’t like this chapter and it’s the first chapter. i have everything figured out, i just think i came to a roadblock when i started writing. i want to continue this story, especially since SO many people were waiting for it, but i think i’m going to rewrite this first chapter. also, Akui is just an alias for the reader, not the actual name. i will be using (y/n) at some point, you’ll understand later on in the series. let me know what you guys think though. ♡

↣ taglist: @willowfolksong @lolalee24

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Notably, Ran Haitani was the first to be intrigued by your enchanting presence. For the first time in nine years, you’d see his face again in an exclusive casino on the far end of the city.

The building was split into two; a lively, classic, hangout space adorning the bottom floor–open to a majority of the public class. Contrary, the gambling den sat on the upper floor; it was secluded from the general eye. Usually, a guest list determined one’s ability to enjoy the luxuries of the top deck, but on occasion, the affluent managed to bribe their way in.

You sauntered in through the posh double doors, eyes sparkling at the grandeur of the ground level. The middle path of the tile was decorated in complementary shades of gold and teal–it separated both sides of the room. On the right, there were a few poker tables, likely used for low stake games; on the left, there were round tables scattered in the space for leisure activity. Both outer sections were adorned in red carpet, ornamented with gold designs. Though you’d been here many times, you never got the chance to admire the detail of the place.

Your dress swished on the way to the second floor. It was gold, sparkly, with a scoop neckline; backless, and a slit up to your right knee. The look was paired with a matching bag and nude heels.

Business was your top priority for the night. Your target was a grimy tradesman who specialized in the dirty industry of human trafficking. You took this opportunity because the pay was too good to pass up; even though it forced you to choose the worse of two evils. Working solo in the shadows of Japan often left you conflicted and questioning your morals, but it was too late to be a normal woman again.

Eyes peered around the room, scanning for the subject in question but he was nowhere to be found yet. Deciding to pass the time appropriately, you made your way over to a private poker table. The seats were filled, but you offered to buy someone’s spot. A shorter man, in a hopeless position, agreed to your deal. You settled in comfortably, not deterred by your current predicament at all.

“Let’s play.”

It took a total of twenty-five minutes for your resurgence to transpire. To say the men at the table were baffled was an understatement. They didn’t want to feel inferior to a woman, so each time you raised your bet, they would do the same. Your occupancy at the table had them playing recklessly, which was good for you. In an opportune moment, you looked up to peek around the room again. Your (e/c) colored orbs lock with violet ones shortly, then flicker back to the game. At first, you didn’t recognize the older Haitani, the realization only seeping in minutes later.

Ran Haitani.

He had aged up nicely: noticeably taller, hair shorter, dual-colored, and gelled up. His suit is form-fitting, it looks nice on his lanky build. As he gets closer to the table you’re sitting at, you notice the insignia tattooed on the front of his neck. A shorter male follows close behind him. Hair similar in color, you can only assume it’s Rindo. The younger brother was a bit more muscular than before, hair in a pinkish-purple mullet with darker streaks. He’d lost the glasses, and also had a tattoo on the front of his neck. Memories rush through you. Ran and Rindo Haitani had such an impact on you in your preteen/early teen years. Seeing them again sent a surge of longing to your core. In simple terms: they made you realize you were lonely but finding a companion to entertain you late into the night couldn’t get rid of that appetite. You desired their comfort.

Rindo split off to observe the gambling machines, but Ran walked around, examining the poker games. You two continued to make quick eye contact during minor parts of your game, it was agonizing.

Time continued on; a small-scale crowd began to huddle around the table to observe the poker game. It was imperative to make this round quick–your victim of the night had entered the room. Ran, inevitably, immersed himself in the watch party, standing a few feet behind you. These regulars had probably never seen such a queen dominate a table full of men at poker before. The mood was intense, bets were high, and nobody wanted to lose. Too bad you knew too many tricks.

“Game over boys,” your voice was laced with faux sadness and your bottom lip jutted out into a pout. You laid down your hand; an ace, king, queen, jack, and ten of spades spanned out across the felt backdrop.

“Royal flush.”

Getting up from your seat, you collected the wads of cash. This particular group of men only placed bets with paper money. Groans could be heard around the table, understandably, they were annoyed to have lost. But the crowd was silent until Ran let out a boisterous laugh. When you had collected your earnings, you turned to face Ran. Up close, he was even more attractive. You debated on saying something, but that child they might’ve remembered was a different person than you are today. So instead, you walked past him, slipping a plain card into his pocket. You couldn’t see the smile that took over his features because your back was turned.

Ran had taken your place in the poker game, much to everyone’s dismay. It didn’t take long for him to begin sweeping the board, just like you had done earlier. At the bar, you hung off of the businessman’s arm, chatting up a storm, batting your eyelashes. In the back of your mind, you only thought about Ran. Your mind was clouded with the Haitani brothers. You never realized how much you’d missed them. But you had a job to do, and a messy one at that. When you’d walked out of the upscale place, sleazy man on your arm, you bid a silent farewell to Ran. And when you’d finally put the bullet in the stranger’s head, you’d hoped Ran had gotten your message.

You never stayed in one spot for too long. Being independent in your field didn’t guarantee the luxury of stationary safety. People were constantly after you since there was a ton of blood on your hands. Currently, you’re lounging in a high-end hotel. It wasn’t often you occupied your cozy penthouse, though it was there in case you could spare some time. Most would say the paranoid lifestyle you lived was a sad one. Though there are some things you wish you could change, you know that this is the best you can do.

The creamy texture of the lotion glided along your legs as you worked the product into your skin. Three long knocks sounded on the door–promptly interrupting you. Picking up your gun from the bedside table, you slowly approached the entrance, then carefully took a look through the peephole. Ran Haitani. You chuckle while opening the door.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Ran says sarcastically, smirk painting the lower half of his face.

Your eyes roll on their own. Turning around, you walk towards the plush bed and lay across it. The black, satin nightgown you were in rode up your thighs a bit. The tall Haitani got the message, closing the door, and opting to sit in the chair closest to the bed.

“Must’ve missed me, you’ve been following me all week,” you speak knowingly. His eyes continuously drift between your eyes and the bare skin of your thighs.

His smirk never falters, “You wanted me to find you.”

The click of your tongue echoes in the space, the following silence isn’t awkward.

“I don’t think you’d look into it though. I’m sure I gave you the run-around.”

He hums, elbows resting on the armrests, fingers laced together. “You did,” he starts, “But there was something about you, something familiar that I just couldn’t shake the feeling of.”

Internally, you panic, desperately hoping he didn’t dig into your past.

“Rindo said I was crazy, that you were just another beautiful lady who caught my attention. But I think he felt exactly what I was feeling.”

You're acting when your eyebrow quirks up, “Rindo?”

He’s silent in his seat, almost like he knows you’re playing dumb. It looks like he wants to confront you or correct you in some way; he doesn’t.

“My brother.”

You guys stare at each other, his eyes bore into yours, you know he’s reading you, or trying to.

“There’s a bar I frequent, with a gambling den.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“There’s going to be a poker tournament. The spaces are filled but you’re more than welcome to watch, you could be my good luck charm.” He’s leaning forward in the chair, intently gazing at you.

“When is it?”

“Tonight.” Ran stands up, “Get dressed?” He checks his watch, “It starts in twenty minutes.”

“I never said I wanted to go,” you challenge, sitting up on the bed.

The male is pacing around the room, observing any belongings you may have left out. “Humor me for the night, princess?”

You sigh, getting up from the bed. Having showered beforehand, you grab your duffel bag and head into the bathroom. Your dress for the night was black, it had a square neckline, spaghetti straps, and stopped mid-thigh. Slipping on a pair of gold heels, you pull your silky locks out of your ponytail and call it a day. You opt for applying wine-colored lipstick but leaving everything else as is. When you step out of the bathroom, Ran looks in your direction and whistles, “Ready?”

You nod, grabbing the keycard from the dresser, and picking the duffel bag. Before following Ran to the door, you hurriedly pack the rest of your items. He doesn’t question you, he knows exactly what you’re doing. You guys get onto the elevator, pressing the ground floor button. The elevator music is terrible, but you don’t voice your opinion out loud. When the doors ‘ding,’ you both step off and into the lobby. You walk up to the reception desk and leave the key there since nobody was working to check you out. Ran opens the lobby door for you; you walk through it then wait for him to lead the way. It’s a short walk. His car has a completely black interior. He holds the passenger door open, and you get inside. It’s a two-door; the interior is also painted black, seats plush, and a small dice hanging from the mirror. The car’s aura smells just like its owner. You throw your bag into the backseat.

Ran revs the engine to life and pulls off fast. He weaves through the streets expertly, pushing every speed limit to exist. You leave the atmosphere quiet, thinking about all of your decisions. You’d willingly gotten into the car with an old ‘friend’ who doesn’t even recognize you. You’re sure there’s no vendetta against you (hopefully), but that didn’t erase the possibility of a trap.

“We’re here.” He’s turned the car off and you wonder how long you were just sitting there. When you look up from your lap, he’s already at your door, opening it up. His boney hand reaches out, you take it, pushing forward out of the car. Your arm slides to hook his, and you both begin the walk to the club.

Purple lights illuminate the area, it’s pretty, but you don’t have much time to observe because Ran is pulling you to the back of the building.

The den is embellished from top to bottom: table already filled up, one spot at the end for Ran you're presuming. He sits down, right next to the dealer. He doesn’t push his chair in yet, just looks at you expectantly, patting his lap. You sit down, making yourself comfortable. There are only six people at the table, four adorning the left and right sides, and one sitting on the other end of Ran.

The dealer shuffles the deck, spitting out two cards to each player before setting the deck down. Ran looks down at his two cards, an ace and a two. He throws out a few brown chips before leaning into his seat, digging into his pocket, and pulling out a box of cigarettes. He lights in, inhales, then blows the smoke in the opposite direction. You’re focused on the way his fingers and lips curl around the stick. You ask the nice waitress in the corner for a drink. She brings back a shot glass full of dark liquor, it’s a mix between an orange and brown color. The aroma is a mix of fruit, lightly laced with vanilla. You bring the glass to your mouth, not missing the way Ran’s eyes flicker to your lips for a short second. Tipping the glass back, the liquid travels down your throat smoothly. It tastes pleasant, like agave mixed with a sweet taste of honey. She brings you a few more shots.

Ran is bouncing his leg, sending a course of vibrations through your body. He’s thinking, but his actions are only making you hot and needy. Your eyes flicker to the cards in his hands, and you lean over to whisper in his ear a simple command, “Buy it.”

He looks at you but follows the advice anyway. You can hear a few groans, it has you smiling.

Ran is intoxicating, so much so that he’s got you drifting in and out for the rest of the game. But one thing you notice is that Ran Haitani may just be the king of bluffing. His techniques allow him to pull a lead, but his playstyle is completely unpredictable and manic. You wonder if he’d be just as reckless fucking you.

You close your eyes to drift off and before you know it, the game is over. Ran taps your hip, pushing you up. He’s behind you, thanking everyone for coming before seeing them off. You turn around, leaning against the table. You’ve sobered up since taking those shots.

“Can’t believe you won, they had so many opportunities to-”

His lips connect to yours, swiftly interrupting you. His hands grip your thighs, setting you on the edge of the table. Leaning back, he pushes your dress up to your hips and kneels in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You ask breathlessly.

He brings his nose up to your panties, groaning while he sniffs. You’re wet from his teasing. He spreads your legs a little wider, then leaves little kitten licks on the outside of your panties. Your legs tremble, hands flying down to tug on his hair.

“Knew you’d get me through the night, pretty girl. We make such a good team.” Two fingers hook the flimsy end of your underwear, and in one swift motion, Ran rips the material off of your body.

“Fuck,” you sigh. He’s diving back in, tongue pressed flatly against your pussy, moving up and down teasingly. You whine, wanting more. He slips his tongue in slowly; you attempt to buck your hips into his face but his grip on you is unyielding. His tongue leaves your cavern, and he pulls away slightly before continuing, “I’ll give you what you want, princess, be patient.”

He leaves feather-light kisses on your thighs, before reaching your pussy again. His tongue darts out, pressing past your lips lightly, not applying enough pressure yet.

“Ran, please.” Your grip on his hair tightens.

The male chuckles. He’s twirling his tongue, dipping it in and out, and slurping up the juices from your pussy. Moans fall past your lips, filling the air while your back arches off of the table. It’s messy, your slick covering the lower part of his face. But he keeps going, eagerly lapping anything that slides down your dripping folds. He slips two digits into your sweet cunt, scissoring and curling them, trailing his lips up suck on your clit.

“R-ahh!-n s-shit!” His fingers graze that spongey spot that makes your legs tremble, hums only adding to your pleasure.

“‘M gonna cum Ran!” He continues plunging his thick fingers in and out of your hole, picking up the pace while his tongue flicks over your clit.

“Cumming! Ran I’m cumming!” Your back lifts completely off the table, mouth letting out a small scream as you come undone on his tongue and fingers. He leaves one last peck on your clit before removing his fingers and sucking the cum off of them. He lets out a satisfied hum when your lips connect in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on him, it’s a bit sweeter than you expected. He pulls you away, pulling you off the table and turning you around.

“Gonna fuck this pretty pussy. Think you can take me, princess?” He pushes his clothed crotch into your ass.

You nod in response, pushing back into him a bit and wiggling your butt. Ran watches the way your ass jiggles before landing a hard smack to your right cheek. You jerk forward at the impact and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Ran is quick to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down slightly.

“Condom?” he’s rubbing soothing circles on your red cheek; you barely hear his question.

“Princess-”

“N-no! No, it’s fine.”

He moves his cock right up against your folds, then closes your legs. He thrusts slowly, loving the feel of your thighs. “Fuck, princess.”

His pace picks up a bit, and both of his hands sink into the soft plush of your skin. His cock up against your pussy felt good, but you wanted more. You wanted him inside you.

“R-Ran, I need you inside me please, need you to fuck me.” He groans, gently nudging the tip at your entrance.

“Such a greedy little slut,” he’s sliding into you slowly. He’s long, a bit girthy, filling your pussy up nicely. His head rests in the middle of your back once he bottoms out. You both exhale at the feeling. The pace is lazy to start; he’s embarrassed at how your thighs almost pushed over the edge. He lifts your left leg, resting it on the table. The grip his hands have on your waist is bruising, his thrusts get wilder and he’s pulling you into them. Your body slumps over the table, arms failing to keep you up. Your moans fuel Ran, he wanted to take his time, but his patience was thin.

“Such a tight pussy, princess. You’re takin’ me so fuckin well,” he slurs.

The power of his thrusts rocks the table underneath, and you’re sure at this point he’s close. You feel his chest up against your back, his right hand comes down to rub circles on your clit.

“Cum with me, gonna fill your pretty pussy up,” he groans, getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers on your clit don’t let up, quickly taunting your pussy for an orgasm.

“Ran~” His name falls from your lips in a long, drawn-out moan. Your pussy clenches him so tight; a few more thrusts and his hips are stuttering, spiling his cum into you. Heavy breathing fills the room until the door is pushed open, the younger Haitani standing there.

Ran pulls his boxers up, then zips his pants. He moves your leg from the table and pulls your dress down a bit to shield you from his brother.

“Yes?”

Rindo scuffs, you feel Ran’s cum dripping down your legs. “Mikey is waiting for you, could’ve at least let us know you were busy.”

You’re getting up from the table, standing straight, and speaking up for Ran, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah, whatever. You’ve got five minutes.” The younger Haitani completely dismisses you, looking at Ran instead before shutting the door. Ran takes your panties from the floor, using them to clean up the cum before sliding them in his pocket. He lands one last smack to your ass, heading towards the door.

“C’mon, we’ve got a meeting to attend to.”

Your face contorts in confusion. He could see the concern.

“There’s someone who wants to meet you. Promise it’s not a trap or anything.”

“Yeah,” you’re going over your options and escape routes. “That doesn’t help ease my worries at all.”

He takes the spot in front of you, lifting your chin so you’re staring him in the eyes.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve.” He’s gone again, hand on the door handle, pulling it open a crack.

“And I definitely wouldn’t have rocked your world on that poker table either.” He laughs, walking out the door. You hurry to catch up to him.

“Who is this ‘Mikey’ person anyway?”

Ran hums like it’s a dumb question. The hallway you’re going down is long. “Our boss.”

“Boss?” You didn’t mean to question it out loud. “So, what does he want with me?”

“He likes your work. He thinks you’re efficient too, could be beneficial to our organization.”

Ran stops at a big door. It’s made out of metal, secured with a passcode.

“‘Likes my work?’ ‘Could be beneficial to your organization?’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He’s typing in a seven-digit code. The door makes a ‘pop’ sound and Ran pushes it open.

“You can ask him yourself, we’re here anyway.”

You take a step onto the plush, red carpet. There’s a long, oval-shaped table in the middle of the space, eight seats in total, only one occupied.

“This is the girl?” you presume the voice belongs to the Mikey person they were referring to earlier.

Ran nods his head, locking the door behind him before guiding you to the seat beside Mikey. It unnerves you that Ran never sits down, opting to stand behind the chair you’re sitting in.

“Your name.” He says it as a command, voice cold and monotone.

“Akui.” Mikey raises his eyebrow.

“Why am I here?”

“We just want to chat, that’s all.” Your eyes drift around the room, if you had to, you weren’t sure you could take both of them on. “If you try anything I’ll have to kill you.”

You lean back into the chair, but you’re anything but relaxed.

Mikey pulls out a picture from an envelope, sliding it over to you. Your fingers lift it, eyes widen upon realizing who it is.

“Do you know this person?”

You did. It was your brother.

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♡ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ♡

ミ★ ᴍᴅɴɪ! 18+ ★彡

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ

╰ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴛ (ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ

╰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ (ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) (18+)

╰ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ! (baji keisuke x reader x matsuno chifuyu) (18+)

╰ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ (ʙᴏɴᴛᴇɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) (18+)

╰ ᴇᴜᴘʜᴏʀɪᴀ (ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀ!ꜱᴀɴᴢᴜ ʜᴀʀᴜᴄʜɪʏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) (18+)

╰ ɪꜰʜʏ (ꜱᴀɴᴢᴜ ʜᴀʀᴜᴄʜɪʏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) (18+)

╰ ꜰᴜʀʏ (ʀᴀɴ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʀɪɴᴅᴏ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ)

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Fury

↬ ran haitani x reader x rindo haitani ↫

↣ syn: you hate your job

↣ word count: 492

↣ tw: none

↣ a/n: yeah, so i wrote this in twenty minutes (so sorry for any mistakes, i definitely did not proofread it at all) because i’m fed up with my job and i can’t sleep. i just needed some comfort/something to pour my energy into. also, i know you guys are waiting on euphoria part two and the first part of maneater, i’m working on it. they’re still in progress. i do want to say that maneater is turning out a lot DARKER than i imagined, so i just wanted to say that. still gonna be lots of smut/love. anyway, i hope somebody enjoys this shirt scenario here. ♡

The penthouse was silent, Ran and Rindo conversing softly on the couch about an upcoming mission that needed attention. Their bodies jolt, heads turning upon hearing the door slam shut. You’re furious, ripping your shoes off and throwing them to the side. Ran stepped into the hall, watching as you abuse your shoes. His curiosity is piqued, wondering what’s got your panties in such a twist. You ignore his presence, focused on holding in your frustrated tears. When your coat is off, you hurry past Ran, bumping into his solid shoulder. He stumbles in surprise, but then turns to follow you. At this point, Rin becomes concerned too, having not heard your usual cheery voice. They meet you at your destination–the kitchen, where you’re fling things around. You open the cabinet, reaching for your cup that’s sitting on the top shelf. The tips of your fingers graze the bottom of the ceramic and when you pull back the mug falls to the floor and shatters. Your eyes connect with the pieces, a glossy film sizzling up over your eyes.

“Hey,” Ran speaks softly, his arms folding over to embrace you. Your back meets his chest and you slump into his hold. He’s guiding you into the living room, eventually having you sit on the lush sofa. Rin sits on your other side, tentatively clutching your hand.

“Talk to us, pretty girl.” It’s the older brother speaking. You don’t respond right away, too caught up in your thoughts.

“I hate my fucking job,” you finally utter. They hum, allowing you to continue. “My stupid bitch of a manager is so disrespectful, she never listens to me, is always down my back, and oh my god she’s talks to me like I’m a fucking toddler.” your body is shaking a little during your explanation, but you keep going on for almost ten minutes.

“…and I want to quit,” are the words that end the rant. Ran’s fingers are running soothing circles in your arm and Rin is leaning into you.

Rin is the first to speak up, “We can take care of you if you decide to leave.”

His light-colored hair is extremely soft today.

“No, I don’t want to leech off of you guys…I want to contribute.”

They chuckle in unison; it nearly makes your nerves spike up again.

“We love you, you know that? We just want you to be happy, so if you need to step away from that job and find another one, just know we’ll be here to help.”

A smile etches it way onto your face at Ran’s words.

“I know…I love you guys too. I just need you both to hold me.”

Ran kisses your forehead, and Rin turns to leave a peck on your lips. Your head rests on Ran’s shoulder, and your eyes are starting to get droopy.

“Goodnight our little drama queen.” They snicker.

“Shut up,” you whisper, letting the sleepiness take over you.

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyorev imagines #tokyo rev fluff #tokrev rindou #ran tokyo revengers #tokyorev ran #bonten rindou #bonten ran #rindo haitani #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #rindo haitani x reader #ran haitani x y/n #ran haitani x you #rindou x y/n

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Euphoria (Pt. 1)

↬ drug dealer!sanzu haruchiyo x reader ↫

↣ syn: it’s only the beginning.

↣ word count: 3,804

↣ tw: alcohol use, drug use, drug and alcohol mixing, depression, self-harm

↣ a/n: hello! first part up here, it’s starting out pretty slow. just a tiny introduction to the problems the reader is facing, and her first meeting with sanzu. please make sure to read the trigger warnings for each part, they will vary. hope you just enjoy the first installment, thank you so much for reading! ♡

minors do not interact (18+ only!)

In high school you held the position of student council president. Each day, you tackled a great deal of complications pertaining to the students’ everyday school life. Additionally, your responsibilities consisted of developing activity plans, presenting agendas, and calling committee meetings. It wasn’t all bad of course, organizing seasonal festivals and crucial events were extremely fun. These activities lengthened your portfolio and helped you improve your social skills. The position was indeed arduous, but paid off extraordinary well, granting you admission to your dream university.

Except you were about to ruin it.

University was extremely stressful. Your schedule was filled to the brim with classes, and you even added extras in order to get ahead. Sure, you could drop one or two classes whenever it became too much, but it would be a waste of time, money, and energy. Your friends were very attentive when it came to your mood, and they noticed that it was quickly deteriorating due to the stress. They tried everything to help you: they took you out to eat when you needed breaks, they helped you study, they always made you laugh, and most importantly they ensured you were taking care of your mental health. You had amazing friends, but emotionally it was onerous to keep up.

The turning point came shortly after you experienced a severe mental breakdown. Majority of your family and friends could tell that you were acting differently. Feelings of agitation and restlessness continuously plagued you, there was a surge in your mood swings, you barely ate, barely got out of the bed, and no matter how much time your friends spent with you, you continued feeling alone, hopeless. Tension heightened, reaching a pointy peak that threw you over the edge. You tugged on your hair more than usual, but it didn’t suffice. It wasn’t enough pain. In your darkest moment of vulnerability, you stood hovering over the bathroom sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You could barely recognize the person you had become. The medicine cabinet creaked open as you tugged on it. A shiny, silver blade was perched on the sill. Scalding hot water seared your skin, but you forced your body further into the bath. When the razor made contact with the skin of your thigh, blood seeped out, painting everything red. After the cuts littered your flesh, you hugged yourself until your fingertips pruned up.

Weeks passed since your episode, the wounds were healing, but you expected scars to serve as a reminder of your rock-bottom state. Hesitantly, you opened up to your friends about your explicit thoughts and actions. They were understandably upset, of course they didn’t want their friend to feel this way, but they were also grateful that you reached out to them before you did anything drastic and irreversible. You didn’t mind that they were constantly around you following your confession. It made you feel loved, and it left no room for pessimistic thoughts.

Things died down tremendously after finals, permitting more time to focus on your mental state. One of your oldest friends, Hotaru, invited you to a party, hoping it would lighten your mood. You didn’t really want to go, but since she was worried about you, and you barely spent time together in the latter months, you agreed.

It was a crisp Saturday night. Hotaru was raiding your closet, looking for an appropriate outfit while you lounged on your bed.

“Aha! I finally fucking found it!”

You lowered your phone, tilting your head to the side. She backed out of the enclosed space and turned around holding the garment. The dress in her clutches was black. It had short sleeves, and triangular shaped cutouts above the waist. You could tell by the shortness it wouldn’t even cover your underwear. Hotaru flings the piece of clothing onto the bed and looks for some heels to pair with it.

“I-I don’t think I can wear that,” you avow, voice shaking in nervousness. She drops a pair of strappy heels with a clear strap on the edge of your mattress.

“Why not?” she’s genuinely confused, like you wouldn’t be flashing the entire student body in that tiny ass dress.

You blink, “It’s too short! My entire lower half will be spilling out!”

Hotaru looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes that she knows you can’t resist. “Please (y/n)? I just want you to live a little, you know? Just for tonight, it’s gonna be fun!”

“Fine,” you sigh in fake annoyance. It was obvious she just wanted the best for you.

“Okay, let’s get you in some makeup!” Hotaru pulls out a bright pink bag from her backpack, dumping its contents onto your desk. There were multiple eyeshadow palettes to choose from, but you told her that you only wanted a simple look.

It took about fifteen minutes for her to finish your eyeshadow. You looked at yourself in the mirror, gazing in awe. The eye look was a black smokey eye, white dusting the inner corners. Your eyebrows were filled in and it made them look fuller. Hotaru masked your eyelashes in mascara and applied some highlighter. You turned around to look at her, and she was holding up two round tubes.

“Black or red lipstick?” she questioned.

You took the tube with the red label, uncapping it and running the slant over your lips. When you finished, you picked up the dress from the bed and examined it one last time. It was something you had bought a while back, intending on wearing it to a school event, but you didn’t end up going. Hotaru slipped into the bathroom, offering you some privacy to change. Lowering the garment, you stepped into the opening and pulled the fabric up. The fit was snug, which you were thankful for, and though the dress wasn’t as small as you thought it’d be, the length was still worrisome. You sat down on the bed, guiding your feet into the heels, then tying up the straps. They weren’t too high, so you wouldn’t have to worry about falling and making a fool of yourself. When Hotaru came out of the bathroom, she squealed in excitement while you were fixing your hair.

“You look amazing!” her boisterous voice filled the room.

“Thank you,” a partial blush spread across your cheeks. It’s been a while since you believed you were worthy of compliments. “You look great as well.”

She hummed before grabbing her jacket, “Now let’s get out of here!”

You giggled, grabbing your purse and following her out of the apartment. Hotaru volunteered to be the designated driver for the night, not that you would need it, but she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You and Hotaru settled into the car, seatbelts on and buckled. She plugged the aux cord into her phone and started playing a random playlist. There was a pink little trees air freshener hanging from her mirror in the scent cherry blossom honey. It was something she had brought back from her trip to America. Your friends thought it was weird she was so excited over a car freshener, but you had to admit that it did smell good. It was very harmonious with her personality. Most of the ride consisted of indie pop music as you mentally prepared yourself for the social event. This was the first time in four months you'd surround yourself with so many people.

In ten minutes, you had arrived at the standalone house, in a more rural area. There were some people lingering out in the yard, red plastic cups sat at their feet. Most of the windows that you could see had the curtains pulled, and the music was blaring, but not enough to cause any real attention. You wondered how Hotaru had heard about this party. Since the location was far out, you assumed whoever was throwing it went to a different university.

“Let’s go slowpoke!”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. Hotaru was already walking up the steps. She looked behind her, wondering why you weren't right behind her.

“Come on!!” she yelled.

“I’m coming,” you mumbled, walking up to her. You guys walked in together, but she was immediately pulled away by some people you didn’t recognize. That was probably how she found out about the party.

You took a few steps inside, closing the door behind you. From first glance, you could tell that the house was pretty spacious. There was a grand staircase adorning the entrance hall, and the first floor was partially open concept. The living room was crowded and being used as a makeshift dance floor. In front of you there was a hallway, you assumed it would lead to the kitchen, so you opted for the easier route. Your assumption was right, the corridor took you right to the cooking area. The area was almost as big as the living room. All of the appliances were stainless steel, and the cabinets were stained a deep chocolate color.

“Damn this kid is rich,” you murmured to yourself.

The kitchen island was littered with alcohol bottles, some empty and some only filled halfway. Picking up a bottle of clear liquid, you turned it around and inspected the label: vodka. A little alcohol wouldn’t hurt, besides, acing all of your finals called for a celebration. You grabbed a clean red cup and filled it a fourth of the way. You threw the drink back quickly, face scrunching up in disgust at the taste. The vodka wasn’t as smooth as you thought it would be, it burned the back of your throat and was actually quite ‘spicy.’ You spotted some cans of lemon chu-hai amidst the clutter and opted for that instead. Opening the can, you took a sip before making your exit. Your mind was so preoccupied with searching for Hotaru that you didn’t even realize a stranger was heading your way. You guys bumped into each other, the impact left you stumbling, but the mystery mad lazily steadied you by your arms. His hair was styled into a mullet that reached his shoulders, two diamond shaped scars flanked his mouth, and multiple piercings embellished his ears. The hoodie he wore had a baby blue base, with a purple tie dye design, the embroidered lettering spelled out ‘milfs.’ Interesting. Upon closer inspection, you could see that his baby blue eyes were bloodshot. You had just met this male thirty seconds ago and you were already intrigued.

“Sorry cutie,” the male slurs. You shrug, and his hands fall down to his sides.

“It’s okay.”

His eyes roamed your body shamelessly, it made you anxious. He leaned, seemingly inspecting your face, and you back up at the proximity.

“You look familiar, you from around here?”

Your eyebrows raise in curiosity, you didn’t know the male, so you wondered how you could possibly look familiar to him.

“Uh, no. I got to the University of Tokyo actually.” You fiddle with the strap of your purse. There was a twinkle in his eye, a signal of excitement you could catch amongst his intoxication.

“Really? Me too. I’ve definitely seen you around before.” Now you weren’t one to judge, but it was kind of hard to believe that this guy attended the same university as you. You didn’t respond to his declaration, silently hoping he’d leave you alone so you could get back to looking for your friend. But he didn’t, and looking back on it, you realized this was one of the most climacteric pivots of your life. Your entire life changed after meeting this stranger.

“You came here alone?” you shake your head.

“I came with a friend, but she sorta ditched me I guess.”

The pink-haired male nods, “We’ve got space downstairs, we can show you a good time.” He winks and continues, “That is if you don’t mind a little weed.”

You paused, pondering his words before responding, “I don’t smoke, but I wouldn’t mind the company.”

He turns around in an abrupt fashion, walking towards the end of the hall wordlessly. You follow, careful to keep a safe distance. The door is near the kitchen, you didn’t even realize it was there. The male opens the door, allowing you to walk through first. You walk through and start your descent down the stairs. He’s close behind you can feel his presence, you wonder if he’s staring at your ass. At the bottom of the stairs, you get a better view of the space. Like the upper floor, it’s very spacious. There’s a long, full-size couch on the furthest wall, with two other smaller couches filling the open space. You notice there aren’t any girls down here at all, just a bunch of guys.

“This one of Emma’s friends?” The voice belonged to a tall guy, resting on the couch closest to you guys. His hoodie is mostly black, with a checkered strip near the middle. He turns to you, “She’s back there,” he points to a door that’s closed, near the end of the basement, “Though I’ve never seen you before, didn’t know she was expecting other guests.”

“Uh, no I don’t know Emma, I’m just here for the company I guess.” At this point, almost all eyes were on you. Weird.

“Don’t worry she’s with me,” your stranger says. He’s pulling you to an empty spot on the long couch, and he sits down. There’s barely enough room for the both of you, so you’re sitting halfway in his lap, in between him and some other guy.

“You shouldn’t bring your whores here Sanzu,” a voice speaks up and you whip your head towards it. It was the guy sitting next to you. He has white hair, with an undercut. Before Sanzu, as you just learned, could speak up, you responded on your own.

“Well first of all I’m not one of his whores, I just met this guy five minutes ago. And second, if you didn’t want additional company, all you had to do was say so instead of being an asshole about it.” The entire room went quiet after you spoke.

“My name is (y/n) by the way, nice to meet you too.” You scuffed, guzzling half your drink.

Sanzu moved his arm to sit on the couch behind you. Somebody mumbled a ‘damn’ from behind you. The white-haired man never responded to you, just smirked in amusement, “Mikey.”

It felt like the entire crowd let out a sigh of relief before going back to their activities. Multiple blunts were being passed around between groups. Mikey resumed rolling his. He licked the edge, sealing it shut before grabbing a yellow lighter off the table. He brought the blunt to his lips, lighting and inhaling deeply before exhaling. The smoke left his mouth and filled the space in front of him. Mikey extends the blunt towards you, and Sanzu makes no move to take it.

‘Actually, I don’t-”

“Try it,” Mikey interrupts you. You weren’t so sure it was a good idea to get inebriated in a room full of complete strangers, but his eyes were practically peer pressuring you into trying it.

“Just remember to inhale, if it doesn’t reach your lungs, you won’t get high.” You hum, and Sanzu’s head rests on your shoulder. Pressing the blunt to your lips, you inhale, like Mikey had coached you, holding for a few seconds. The process was interrupted by a huge coughing fit. It was to be expected since it was your first time, but it left your lungs burning a bit. Mikey chuckles, taking it from you and hitting it again. You take the last few swigs of your drink before setting the empty can down on the coffee table. The blunt is passed between the three of you, and you slowly start to feel more at ease. At some point, someone had brought some more alcohol down, and you ended up enjoying a few more lemon chu-hais. The group was actually pretty cool. The guy with the checkered hoodie, who you later learn is Draken, is Mikey’s best friend. Of course you met everyone else as well, but you couldn’t quite remember their names. It was hours before you even thought about getting up from the couch. Drunk and high off your mind, but you were starving.

“‘M gonna, gonna get s’mthin to eat,” you garble. The first time you tried getting up, you failed. Your giggles filled the room. Sanzu put an arm on your back and helped push you up. On your two feet you feel dizzy, like you weren’t even in a body. You stubbled to the stairs and before going up you waved to the boys, “‘twas nice meeting you all,” your voice sounded far away.

It took you a minute to get up the stairs, but nobody in the basement was in any shape to help. You hand found the doorknob and twisted it, opening it and stepping through. The place wasn’t as packed as it was earlier in the night, and there was garbage scattered everywhere.

“(y/n), oh my gosh where have you been?” Hotaru was frantic, worry completely covering her face. “I’ve been looking for you all night and- you smell like weed. Have you been smoking? You know you shouldn’t be doing that!” She looked at your completely disheveled form before tugging you to the entrance.

“I told you to get laid! Not high!”

Hotaru practically had to carry you to her car and place you in the passenger's seat. Your face was flushed, and eyes bloodshot like you had seen Sanzu’s earlier.

“Can we get food on the way home?” Hotaru's fingers pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. There’s so much she wanted to ask you, but it would probably have to wait till you were sober. You snuggled into the seat belt and closed your eyes. Your friend sighed, starting up the car. You wouldn’t know if Hotaru got you the food or not until you woke up the next morning, headache pounding against your skull.

“Fuck.” You looked around, spotting a brown mcdonalds bag on the bedside table. Hotaru must've carried you inside and left the food in case you woke up throughout the night. You smiled briefly at her thoughtfulness. You got out of bed, shrugging the black dress off and walking to the bathroom. You peed, washed your hands, then brushed your teeth before making your way back to the bedroom to throw on an oversized shirt. On your way to the kitchen, you spotted Hotaru on your couch.

“Morning,” you mumbled, spotting some pills and a glass of water on the counter.

“Afternoon silly,” she giggles, “I see you had a great time last night.”

You chase the pills with the water. “I got drunk and smoked a bit.”

“I think it was more than just a bit.” She pauses. “I don’t think doing any of that is a good idea (y/n), not for your mental health.” Oh, right, you weren’t normal.

“I’m okay, I promise. Just celebrated a little.” Hotaru nods, and you know she doesn’t want to press you too much.

“Just…don’t want anything bad happening to you. Drugs and alcohol are a dangerous mix, and you never know especially with strangers.” Her nose scrunches up. “Who were you with anyway?”

You shrug, and your lack of concern scares her. “His name was Sanzu, his friends were pretty cool too.”

Hotaru is stunned. It looks like she’s finding a way to phrase what she wants to say next.

“Sanzu…(y/n) you shouldn’t…look,” she moves from her place on the couch and walks over to you. She looks tired, and you feel bad for making her take care of you. “Sanzu is bad news, okay? You shouldn’t see him again.”

“Bad? I mean, sure he smokes weed but I don’t think that’s enough to judge his character completely.” Hotaru grips your hand in defeat. She didn’t want to escalate things.

“I’ve just heard things about him and while I would like it if you stopped seeing him, I can’t stop you. I just want you to be careful. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, but if I notice something amiss, I won’t hesitate to intervene.” You’re relieved to have come to a conclusion with her. Not all of your confrontations are like this.

“I know you’re probably feeling pretty shitty, so let’s take the day to relax and watch some movies. What do you say?”

You nod, “I don’t think I could ever pass up a movie date!” Hotaru moves into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and a popcorn packet from the cabinet.

“Find something good, I’ll be right there!”

Crossing the dining area, you sit down on the plush couch and grab the remote. You go to netflix and flip through the movie section. Your mind couldn't help but ponder the previous night. In your intoxicated state, you had nothing to worry about. Hotaru sat down next to you, placing the big bowl between you two. You pressed the play button on a random movie, watching as the intro begins.

You didn’t worry about life, school, or your mental issues.

“A scary movie?!” Hotaru exclaimed. It was barely starting but she still hid behind the blanket.

You didn’t worry about your feelings of loneliness or rejection.

“Fuck!” she screamed from the jump scare. The popcorn flew everywhere as she was holding the bowl. You and your friend laughed for a few minutes about the situation, completely ignoring the movie for a split second.

You felt at ease, nothing on your mind but a good time. Maybe it was worth trying again, just one more time. One more time to forget.

“That movie was terrible,” Hotaru mumbled, even though the scares definitely affected her.

“Next time I’ll just pick some cheesy romcom. Or maybe we should start a series, I know you like watching tv shows more than movies.”

“Yeah, that would be great!” She’s reaching for her coat and her wallet, “Anyway, I’m gonna go grab us some dinner, and grab some extra clothes. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Hotaru closes the door on her way out.

It’s quiet, you’re thinking. Thoughts swarm around in your head. You think you’ve found a remedy, and escape.

‘Just one more.’

The silence is buzzing in your ears, you’re drowning in it. All of the insecurities and doubts come flooding back, plaguing you. It makes you feel small, worthless.

‘Stop it.’

You’re shouting, but it’s not going away. You don’t want to feel like this anymore. This whole time you knew your mind was made up. One more try.

Your entire life changed after meeting Sanzu Haruchiyo.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev sanzu #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu x y/n #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #anime imagines #anime #drug use #alcohol use

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lovelyxsakura · 2 years

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Maneater (Masterlist)

↬ bonten x reader ↫

↝ syn: it’s no secret bonten has the baddest bitch in the country, why would they need anyone else? (the strongest ones always have the darkest past)

↝ tw: violence, drug abuse, drug use, alcohol use, alcohol abuse, bondage, sadism, masochism, cuckolding, dominance, humiliation, impact play, spanking, degradation, blood play, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, praise, wax play, blood kink, hybristophilia, somnophilia, agoraphilia, intoxication, phone sex, biting, age play, impregnation, pet play, anal, riming, clothed sex, dacryphilia, double penetration, thigh job, sensory deprivation, choking, breath play, face-sitting, face-fucking, threesome, group sex

↝ a/n: hello! i hope everyone is doing well today! i will be uploading part one of euphoria really soon, it’s in the editing stage right now. i’m starting this mini-series here since i’ve been thinking about it for a while now. i wasn’t sure whether or not i would do it, but since i’m really enjoying writing for tokyo revengers i decided to go through with it. again, please pay attention to the trigger warnings, there will be a ton of dark/mature themes in these chapters. also, just a quick shoutout to @willowfolksong! i’ve been so obsessed with her writing lately and she is one of the reasons i started writing for tokyo revengers! check her out! see you guys in part one! ☆

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╰ Part 1 - Reunion

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lovelyxsakura · 2 years

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Euphoria (Masterlist)

↬ drug dealer!sanzu haruchiyo x reader ↫

↝ syn: when your mood is melancholic and you’re feeling dejected, sanzu knows just how to make it all better.

↝ tw: drugs, drug use, drug abuse, alcohol use, alcohol abuse, drug mixing, mixing drugs & alcohol, depression, self-harm, sadism, masochism, bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, roleplay, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, spanking, choking, praise, blood play, knife play, face-fucking, face-sitting, threesome (f/m/m) (f/f/m), somnophilia, agoraphilia, intoxication, biting, impregnation, anal, clothed sex, dacryphilia, sensory deprivation, orgasm control, overstimulation, begging, age play

↝ a/n: hi! i’ve decided to start a multipart fic with one of my favs, sanzu. i’ve been feeling a bit under the weather recently, so i needed something to channel all of that energy into. there are a lot of trigger warnings so please look through them before reading any of the chapters! i will start a taglist if people are interested :). i hope you guys enjoy the wild ride! ♡

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╰ Part 1 - Remedy

╰ Part 2 - Smoke

╰ Part 3 - High (coming soon)

╰ Part 4 - Dealer (coming soon)

╰ Part 5 - Crave (coming soon)

╰ Part 6 - Weak (coming soon)

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyorev smut #x reader #smut #tokrev sanzu #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #sanzu smut #sanzu imagines #sanzu x reader #sanzu x y/n #anime #anime imagines #anime smut #mdni #comingsoon #multi part fic

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Surprise!

↬ baji keisuke x reader x matsuno chifuyu ↫

↣ syn: chifuyu’s birthday is approaching, leaving you to ponder on what would be a good gift. luckily, keisuke has a great idea.

↣ (f/c) favorite color, (y/n) your name

↣ word count: 4,038

↣ tw: voyeurism, anal, begging, thigh riding, cuckolding, threesome, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face-fucking, degradation, dirty talk, double penetration, edge play, choking

↣ a/n: hello! i’ve been gone for a while but i’m finding more time to write. this is my first fanfic including tokyo revengers characters so i’m sorry if they seem too ooc. also, i’m aware that some feel uncomfortable with nsfw content including baji, which is completely understandable. if you are one of these people, i kindly ask that you skip this story here. all of the characters presented in this piece are aged up!

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Winter wasn’t particularly your favorite season. On top of the frightful snow, you had much more to worry about including school, work, Chifuyu’s birthday-

A gasp slipped from your lips as you jolted awake from your daydream. The legs of your chair let out a screech as you pushed your body away from the block of wood in front of you. An array of textbooks were spread out across your desk, a vexatious reminder of finals coming up. You brought your fore and middle fingers up to your temples, soothing the oncoming headache by rubbing in circular motions. When the ache dulled, you removed your fingers and pushed all of your work to the side.

The top right drawer of your desk creaked upon being tugged by its handle. Your phone was the first thing that caught your attention, perched on top of some miscellaneous books you used for class. Picking it up, you noticed the screen brighten, displaying a plethora of notifications. Throughout the madness, Baji’s contact caught your eye. You clicked on his name, opening up the text message.

Today 8:43

you busy?

An ugly snort fills the room before your fingers instantly start whipping up a reply. You check the time before sending it off.

Today 10:57

well, not anymore. I was studying for finals. Something you should be doing too.

Baji and studying would never go into a sentence together, you could practically hear his laughter through your phone screen as the speech bubble appeared.

meet me outside.

A beat passed.

and hurry, it’s fuckin freezing.

You rolled your eyes and turned your head to gaze out the window, it was a clear night with the moon shining brightly. It’s somewhat late, but before you could even think about declining Baji’s offer, your stomach snarled. A few mumbled curses toppled over your lips as you stood up and stretched. Palms reaching towards the ceiling, back curved in a slight arch.

A full-length mirror hung on the back of your door. You examined your outfit in it; (f/c) sweatpants, and a black hoodie that you never remembered buying--it’s probably Baji’s. Grabbing the closest pair of shoes, you slipped them on and dropped your keys into the shallow pants pocket. Your hand grasped the doorknob, twisting it then stepping through once it was open. It closed behind you quietly, careful not to create too much noise. The combination of the dark night and the dim hallway lights made you feel uneasy, but your mind was at fault for creating scary, unlikely scenarios. You took long, calculating strides down each of the halls. The quickened pace made it possible for you to reach the heavy, metal doors swiftly. You grunted when you felt the weight of the entrance against your shoulder, but all complaints left your mind when the frigid air engulfed your body.

“Shit,” you cursed, arms quickly flying up to hug yourself. From your position right outside the building, you could see the side of Baji’s face. He wore his hair a little longer than he did in high school, it was down to the center of his back. Noticeably taller, he stood at around six feet two inches and nearly towered over you. His jawline was more defined making him look a bit older than he was–twenty-two. The blue light from Baji’s device casted a soft illumination over his features, it was a serene sight.

“Boo,” you exclaim unenthusiastically as you walk up to his side. He immediately looks up and tackles you in a hug.

“Aww,” you coo. “Did you miss me?”

Baji just rolls his eyes in fake annoyance, eyes zeroing in on ‘your’ hoodie.

“That’s not mine,” he states, pointing a finger at it accusingly while his eyebrows quiver in suspicion. You tug on the edges to inspect the pattern. There was nothing special about the hoodie initially, until you spotted tiny paw shaped prints at the bottom.

You shrug, “I guess it’s ‘Fuyu’s then.” He just smirks in response.

Baji silently starts his path to the running car a few feet away. You follow close behind, hopping into the passenger’s seat when he opens the door for you. It takes a few seconds for him to shut the door and walk around to his side. The vehicle is old, rust building up on the lower right side and a sizable crack splitting the driver’s side window.

“Fuyu’s birthday is in a few days,” you start, barely giving your boyfriend time to settle in comfortably. “I was thinking about what I, or we, should get him.”

The male grunts, moving his hands in front of the busted heaters in an attempt to warm up. There’s a few seconds of awkward silence before he retorts.

“That’s actually why I texted you. I have a great idea.”

You had an unpleasant feeling about this.

December nineteenth approached a lot faster than you anticipated, it felt like you didn’t even have enough time to mull over Baji’s words. Even though you had finally come to a mental agreement on the proposal, you still had doubts about it. Hopefully, this wouldn't be something any of you would regret. Losing any type of relationship with your boys would crush your heart.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing over the (f/c) dress once, twice, three times before sighing heavily. After a little celebratory party for Chifuyu, Baji would drive you both back to their shared apartment. The air will definitely feel weird and cumbersome. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. What was Baji thinking? Fortunately, there was still time to back out and salvage your close friendship with Chifuyu. You picked your phone up from the bed, navigating the screen to the green speech bubble icon. Baji’s contact was pinned to the top, making it easy for you to open the message thread and ferociously start typing. Before you could get any further, however, there was a thunderous knock that reverberated through your apartment. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exited the bedroom and strode over to the front door. You were disgruntled by Baji’s punctuality.

“You’re early.”

He simpered, appearing pleased by your annoyance. “Just came to make sure you’re not chickening out,” he teased, inviting himself in and making himself cozy on your couch. Baji wore a crisp, black suit. The first few buttons of his white undershirt were undone, and his (f/c) tie was haphazardly fixed. You wondered if he had slipped a similar colored tie to Chifuyu so you could all match.

“I’m not going to ‘chicken out’ I'm just…nervous I guess,” you mumbled, moving to sit next to him on the sofa.

Baji hums in acknowledgment, completely understanding of your concerns. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug. You rest your head on his chest.

“Are you sure about this? Be honest with me Keisuke.” There’s a casual pause.

“I’m sure baby, he’ll want this.” He trusted Chifuyu more than anyone else in the world. “He’ll want you,” he adds.

You were still a nervous wreck, but less dubious.

“Now, before you start worrying your pretty little head again, we should probably get going.”

You nodded, releasing yourself from Baji’s embrace in favor of grabbing your coat. After taking one last glance at your outfit, you both walked out of the door and made your way down to the car. It was going to be a long night.

The venue was nice, very meticulous and not at all what you were expecting. A few rectangular shaped tables were lined up against the windows, already adorned with gifts. A vibrant dance floor covered a vast section of the place. The dining side was decorated with round tables dressed in white tablecloths, and a mini bar. But the star of tonight’s show was unquestionably Chifuyu. You saw him often, considering he and Baji were roommates, but he rarely dressed up. His suit was a deep gray, almost black, shade. The tie that was wrapped around his neck neatly matched your (f/c) dress perfectly.

“‘Fuyu! Happy birthday!” You giggled in excitement. Both of his arms wrapped around your body, enveloping your figure in a tight hug. You were sure he was blushing. The embrace lasted a gawky amount of time, only to be broken by Baji clearing his throat. You gave Chifuyu a sincere smile and placed the cheesy birthday bag on one of the tables nearby. The three of you split up, you ventured off to find Hinata and Emma while they headed to converse with friends. It only took a few seconds before you spotted the girls at the bar. You leisurely headed their way, making sure to greet some friends you’d seen along the way. Hinata and Emma lifted their drinks in a welcoming manner as you situated yourself into the high barstool.

“Want a shot?” Emma yelled over the music. She signaled for the bartender before you could even respond.

Roughly seven drinks in and practically the entire crowd was out on the dance floor. The vibrations of the music and mix of alcohol coursed through your body. You kept making eye contact with Chifuyu, but with every drink it got a little less cloddish. When he finally had a moment of free time, he made his way over to you. You turned around upon feeling a hand on your waist, but you were relieved to find it was just Chifuyu.

“Hey birthday boy!” You slurred, placing a small peck on his flushed cheek. He blushed and muttered out a sheepish ‘hey.’ His tie was loosened a bit, his top button was undone, and you could see some sweat drenching areas of his shirt. Chifuyu looked around before meeting your eye,

“W-would you care to dance?” He stuttered.

You smiled and swung your arms around his neck. His hands rested comfortably on your waist. It was a slower song playing at this point, so it was more of a relaxed sway.

“You look really nice tonight.” His mouth slides up into a boyish smile that melts your heart.

“Thank you,” you hum in appreciation. Your right-hand slides over his chest while your left moves up to play with his hair. “You look as handsome as ever.”

Chifuyu squeals in elation, though it’s subtle.

“Tired?” You question. He doesn’t respond, instead just slides your body closer to his. The action leaves your brain buzzing.

“Hmm, don’t worry, we’ll be out of here soon.”

You unintentionally lied when you said soon. It was at least another few hours before the three of you were waving everyone off. You and Baji carried the bulk of Chifuyu’s things to the car before heading off to the apartment. Baji drove with you sitting in the passenger’s seat. His hand rested on your thigh, and Chifuyu watched the interaction between you two from the backseat.

“So…” you trailed off, wondering if it was okay to break the silence.

“Baji and I we-” he glances at you before training his eyes back on the road. “We’ve got one more thing for you tonight, yeah?”

Chifuyu nods skeptically, and the rest of the drive is completely silent. When you guys reach the apartment, you all silently agree to unpack everything tomorrow, and rush to the elevator. Your nerves were starting to act up again, and Chifuyu was unnaturally quiet. The elevator ‘dinged’ and Baji walked off first. You both followed. As soon as you all were in the apartment, Baji kissed you, forcefully pushing you up against the door. It was heated, vigorous, almost like you’d been teasing him all night. He pulled your left leg up around his waist before deepening the kiss. Neither of you pulled back until the need for air was too great. Chifuyu stood off in the back, shuffling from foot to foot.

“Chifuyu,” Baji dropped your leg and scuffled to your side. He beckoned his friend over.

“Do you want to kiss her?” Poor boy was absolutely speechless, so you pout and grab his hand.

“‘Fuyu please?’ you beg, “I want you to kiss me.”

Baji smirks when the stunned male looks over at him for permission, “Go on.”

Your lips were shiny, and slightly bruised from Baji’s roughness. Chifuyu wastes no time in leaning over, finally allowing his lips to make contact with yours. They’re extremely soft, and the kiss is filled with so much passion you’d think he’s practically in love with you. He is. You tug his tie off and throw it across the room. Softly, you bite down on his bottom lip and the sweetest grunt echoes through your ears. Your tongue slips in his mouth, and he pulls away quickly--a long string of saliva connecting you two.

“I-I don’t...I don’t understand.” He’s fumbling over his words, and you’ve never seen him so flustered.

“I’m gonna let you fuck my girlfriend,” Baji is blunt, too blunt. But he’s worked up and palming his erection through his pants.

“A-And she’s…(y/n) is...you’re okay with that?” He’s looking at you with so much hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

“Yes ‘Fuyu, of course I'm okay with it.” It's quiet for a beat before the birthday boy speaks up.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks, sounding more confident.

You smile, and instead of giving a verbal response, you yank him down by the collar of his shirt, firmly planting his lips on yours. This kiss felt different from the passionate one you shared just previously. It was fervent, hungry. Chifuyu hesitantly shoves his tongue in your mouth, pulling both of your legs to encircle his waist. It's sloppy, but this is a one in a lifetime chance and you can feel just how excited he is from the way his crotch is pressed up against yours. When you pull back for air, his eyes are completely dazed, and his lips are swollen. He walks over to the couch in the living room and sits down leaving you to straddle his waist. Chifuyu bunches your dress up a little over your waist and sits still. You’re soaked and desperate for any type of stimulation.

“Look at her Chifuyu,” Baji sits down in the chair behind you. “You wanna get off, pretty girl? You know what to do.”

You slide over just a bit, putting all your focus on Chifuyu’s right thigh before you begin to roll your hips. Soft moans leave your lips, leaving him drunk off the sounds. Chifuyu places his hands on your thighs, pushing down and helping you with your motions. He leaves a few pecks on your lips before trailing gentle kisses down your neck.

“Chifuyu please.” You’re whining, yearning for something, anything.

His face is still buried in your neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin there. He’s bouncing his leg, and it’s sending such a pleasurable thrill through your core. You’re humping into his rhythm and it’s pushing you over the edge, just a bit more and-

“Stop,” Baji is serious, filling the atmosphere with such intensity, “She’s not allowed to cum yet.”

Everything stills, you’re gripping onto Chifuyu’s shoulders so hard. You huff, head turning around to steal a peek at Baji. His shirt is completely undone, pants and boxers pulled down to mid-thigh, and he’s ploddingly fisting his cock.

“Can I taste her?” Chifuyu is timid but very much aroused when he asks the question.

Your fingers press on his chest, guiding him to lay down on the couch. You take your underwear off, intending to slip the ruined garment in his pocket before he grabs your wrist. Maneuvering the crotch side to his nose, he inhales deeply, savoring your scent.

“So fucking good…” his voice cracks.

The sound of his resonant voice has you rubbing your thighs together, but it’s doing little to help ease the ache. The thin straps of your dress slip down your shoulder, you let the dress sink to the floor.

“Isn’t she just amazing? Go ahead princess, sit on his face, give him what he wants”

You blush and Chifuyu is palming himself through his pants while drinking in the sight of your bare body. Your right leg is squashed between his face and the cushions, and your left leg is in an awkward position hanging off the side of the couch. His arms hook over your thighs, urging you down, and you’re a little insecure about the weight but the fervor in his eyes makes you feel so much better. You’re slowly moving to sit on his face, and he cranes his neck to meet you halfway. His tongue lies flat against your lips, and he drags it up to circle your clit. He’s pulled you to a full seat on his face, and his mouth is spending time sucking and licking in all the right places. You set a slow, languid pace to move your hips in tandem with his ministrations. You play with your pert nipples, pinching and twisting while Chifuyu’s tongue dips in and out of your pussy. When you catch his eye, you could tell he’s gone, so lost in pleasuring you and hearing you moan for him. Your humps get more and more desirous as you approach your high. You tug on his hair, throwing your head back as your moans increase in volume. Chifuyu has your panties wrapped around his dick, bucking up into his hand at the same tempo of your hips.

“‘F-Fuyu please! Please let me cum, wanna cum for you.” You’re pleading, begging.

“Fuckin slut wants to cum yeah?” Baji's voice is strained, and you know he’s close too. “Cum then.”

And the cord snaps, you’re twitching, coating Chifuyu’s face in your slick. He's groaning but it’s muffled by your thighs. You’re out of breath, and it takes you a minute to realize the Baji had reached his high too. His clothing completely covered in cum. Your body is thrilled, you lean back and help Chifuyu sit up. He looks embarrassed by the amount of cum running down his chest and pooling around your panties, but you find it amusing that he came just from eating you out. Deep breaths fill the room as you guys recover from your orgasms.

Baji recovers quickly, you could tell that watching you sit on his best friend’s face unlocked something feral deep inside him. He gets up from his place on the lounge chair and stands directly in front of you. He’s thick, veiny, embellished with a flushed pink tip in need of attention. He scoops your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, you open your mouth expectantly.

“Such a good little slut, always ready to please me, always ready to suck me dry, ain’t that right princess?”

A sedated thrum rumbles through you at his words. You stick your tongue out and swirl it around his tip. He groans, enjoying the tease, but tugs on your hair to stop you.

“Stay real still for me princess.” He uses his free hand to pat your cheek.

Stepping closer to you, he smears the fluid from his tip onto your lips, and you obediently open your mouth. Baji slides his cock onto the dip of your wet vessel, and it’s heavy, but you love the feel of him. You peer up at him through your lashes, his head is thrown back, body relishing in the feel of your mouth. The pace he sets at first is agonizingly slow, he’s barely pulling out before slipping his cock all the way back into your mouth. His girth has you gagging a bit every time he bottoms out. The hand buried in your hair tightens right before he speeds up, firmly holding you in place. He’s thrusting at an awkward angle, body slanted forward a bit and right to his tippy toes when he’s hitting the back of your throat. His thrusts gain more power behind them, balls nearly hitting your chin with each motion. Breaths become more ragged as he gets closer to his high.

“Gonna cum baby,” he says. “Better swallow everything I give you.”

Your moan sends vibrations traveling up his cock. He’s holding your head in a vice grip before spilling his seed down your throat. You swallow it and stick your tongue out for show.

“Good girl,” he praises breathlessly.

You crawl over to Chifuyu, who’s sprawled out on the couch, lazily playing with himself. Pushing his hand out of the way, you replace it with yours, continuing the slothful pace he was working at. Baji gently nudges your body so that you’re lying on top of Chifuyu. He rubs on your ass, then lands a resounding smack on it, an involuntary yelp leaves your mouth. Your boyfriend spreads your cheeks, licking a long stripe from your pussy lips all the way to your asshole. Your hand tightens around Chifuyu’s cock, and his hands fly to your wrist. Baji sucks on two fingers before slowly inserting them into your asshole.

“K-Keisuke, fuck.”

His fingers are stocky and fill up your puckered hole snuggly. He wiggles them, scissoring them in and out. You kiss Chifuyu, moaning into his mouth while Baji continues to add more fingers to your ass.

“Almost ready babe, think you can take it?”

“Y-Yes,” your voice shakes.

He stands up, shedding his remaining clothing. You sit back on your knees to allow Chifuyu to do the same. Chifuyu lays back down onto the couch and waits expectantly. You straddle his waist pussy hovering directly over his crotch, and when you sink down onto him, he nearly explodes from the feeling of your gummy walls

“Fuck.” It’s a long, drawn-out moan. “Feels so good,” he slurs.

Baji gives you a minute to get comfortable before you feel his tip nudging your other hole.

“Relax for me babe,” he says before pushing his cock into your tight hole. You’re drooling, full to the brim with your two favorite boys. As he’s bottoming out, your body starts shaking, and twitching violently.

“Ah~ cumming! I'm cumming!” Your eyes are tightly shut, and you rut against Chifuyu to ride out your high. They’re both still as your struggle to catch your breath. Baji is the first to move, humping into you, moving you along Chifuyu’s dick too. Chifuyu whines, lifting his hips up into the motions. They set a nice rhythm that leaves you squeezing Chifuyu’s arms.

“I-It’s too much,” your words are jumbled together, “G-Gonna- ‘m gonna cum again.”

Baji’s hand comes up to clutch your neck. He applies pressure, and you just about lose it when you feel Chifuyu’s fingers play with your clit.

“So pretty…you’re so pretty,” Chifuyu is spouting endless praises as he watches you come undone on both of them.

“Like that baby? Like getting fucked by two cocks at the same time?” You whine, and he slaps your ass again. Chifuyu chokes on his spit when you clench around him from the impact, “Fuckin whore.”

You’re close and they can both feel it.

“Cum for us baby, know you can do it, you’re such a good girl.”

Chifuyu leans up to kiss you, and you scream into his mouth, liquid making a mess on Chifuyu’s chest.

“Fuck,” he follows right after you, spilling his seed into your fucked out pussy.

After a few more thrusts, Baji pulls out of your ass, pimping himself a few more times before shooting his load on your backside. You feel Chifuyu soften as you lift yourself off of him and lay down on his chest. Baji disappears for a second, coming back with a towel. He wipes his cum from your backside and your pussy before rolling you over so he can clean up the mess between you and Chifuyu.

Chifuyu picks you up and walks into Baji’s room where he lays you down. He situates himself behind you, hugging your waist and pulling you into him. Baji follows a few minutes later, facing you with a smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel great.” Baji kisses your forehead, and you start to drift off to sleep. “Happy birthday ‘Fuyu.”

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lovelyxsakura · 3 years

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Summer Heat

↬ megumi fushiguro x reader ↫

↣ syn: it’s hot outside so you find a great way to beat the heat.

↣ (e/c) eye color, (f/f) favorite flavor

↣ word count: 733

↣ tw: none

↣ a/n: i haven’t written something in a while so i’m sort of rusty but hopefully it’s not too bad. i started with megumi from jujutsu kaisen because he’s one of the people i’m currently simping for haha. anyway, there isn’t much else to say, i hope you enjoy the piece. i am currently taking requests, and i’ll be adding some manga to my prompt list.

The unrelenting sun beat down onto your exposed skin as you leaned against the outside of the sweet shop. Your hand wiped away the beads of sweat that were cascading down your face and your nose scrunched up at the clammy feeling it left behind. (e/c) orbs scanned the busy streets of Tokyo in search of Yuji and Nobara, who had abandoned the other three members in favor of exploring more of the glorious prefecture. A small sign of frustration pushed past your lips which caused Megumi to look up from his phone briefly.

“‘Gumi it’s hot!” you complained, pushing off of the building softly and pulling at the collar of your shirt. He offered no response and instead went back to typing away at his phone. You huffed after a beat of silence, slightly annoyed that the boy ignored you. Your right hand acted on its own, shooting out to snatch the device away from Megumi. Protests lingered on the tip of his tongue, but before he could say anything, your hand slipped into his. A rose color dusted his cheeks at the contact as you pulled him off into a random direction.

“Where are we going?” Megumi’s head tilted a bit to the side as he stared at the back of your uniform. A small hum, that he barely heard, made his ears perk up.

“We’re gonna go get ice cream!” excitement bubbled in your stomach as you started, “I know this really awesome place that my sister used to bring me to when I was younger.” Most of the walk towards the destination was quiet, but silence just came with dating Megumi. Not that you minded of course. The short walk allowed you to take in the vibrant charm that Tokyo offered but in less than five minutes, you and Megumi were standing in front of a (slightly) run down establishment.

“Tada!” you squealed in excitement, your arms stretching out into jazz hands. Megumi’s face was emotionless as he reached over to open the door for you. You stepped in, a smile expanding across your face in appreciation of the kindful act. The ice cream parlor hadn’t changed much since your younger years, only demonstrating some signs of age. Bright colors painted the walls with small chips here and there. A young girl sat behind the counter with a frown plastered on her face, it was obvious she’d rather be enjoying the weather rather than working. She tried to force a smile, uttering a polite ‘hello’ before looking at you two expectantly.

Your pointer finger sat in the dip of your chin as you browsed the menu before speaking up, “I’ll have three scoops of (f/f) in a waffle cone please, and he’ll have…” you trailed off, and looked at Megumi.

“One scoop of vanilla in a cup.”

Scoffing, you turn to the cashier again and add, “And put sprinkles on that please.” She nodded, her ponytail swishing side to side as she turned to the ice cream scooper and the bowl. The metal tool smoothed over the vanilla bean ice cream and was transferred into the cup. She sat the cup aside and piled your creamy treat into the waffle cone before leaning over to hand you and Megumi your treats. You pouted upon seeing no sprinkles but decided not to give the girl a hard time. You reached into your bag to pull out some cash, but Megumi was already sliding his card into the pin pad.

“‘Gumi no,” you frowned but he waved you off and waited for the receipt. The brunette handed him the paper, and you tugged him over to a booth in the corner. You both sat next to each other, thighs touching comfortably. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a few pictures of you two, Megumi looking caught off guard in all of them. His train of thought was interrupted from the sound of the flash, and he peered over to get a look at the photos you took.

“Aren’t we the cutest?” you gushed. Megumi rolled his eyes and finished his ice cream. “I love you.”

For the first time today, you got to see a genuine smile come from your very reserved boyfriend but you both knew he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything else in the world. “Love you too,” he mumbled, a blush blossoming over his cheeks.

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lovelyxsakura · 4 years

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~Rules~

Below is a list of anime that I am currently writing for. I will update it every week. Feel free to make a request even if you don’t see the show you want on the list, it is possible that I’ll watch it and end up writing for it.★彡

♡ Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)

♡ Devilman Crybaby

♡ 91 Days

♡ Dororo

♡ A Silent Voice

♡ Elfen Lied

♡ Deadman Wonderland

♡ Psycho Pass

♡ Black Butler

♡ Soul Eater

♡ Future Diary

♡ Prison School

♡ Banana Fish

♡ Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)

♡ Assassination Classroom

♡ One Punch Man

♡ My Hero Academia

♡ Sk8 the Infinity

♡ Jujutsu Kaisen

♡ Moriarty the Patriot

♡ Ikebukuro West Gate Park

♡ The God of High School

♡ GANGSTA.

♡ The Promised Neverland

♡ Great Pretender

♡ Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited)

♡ Erased

☆彡Prompt List☆彡

Headcanons: Try to limit the number of characters you suggest to around four to five. It is possible I will write for more characters though depending on the headcanon subject. I would also appreciate it if the subject isn’t too complex, it tends to get difficult writing something with many parts. If you have a request that you feel may be complicated, send it anyway—I may just end up writing it as a scenario instead.★彡

Scenarios: I will accept more than one character for a scenario but it would be easier for you to write separate requests so I can keep everything more organized. It’s entirely up to you though, I would tag you in the other works that were requested. I’m also open to writing something that would involve multiple parts. I will also write song fics!★彡

NSFW Requests: If you suggest a character that is not of age, I will adjust the headcanon/scenario and age them up. However, I will NOT write NSFW content for children characters, I am just simply not comfortable with that.★彡

Ships: Just send me some basic information about you, and the show from which you want a ship from.★彡

I ask that you please do not spam. Depending on the anime you have chosen, it may take a bit for me to complete the request.★彡

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lovelyxsakura · 4 years

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★彡Writing Prompts★彡

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”

2: “ Not you again.. ”

3: “ Leave me alone. ”

4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”

6: “ I lost the baby. ”

7: “ I thought you loved me. ”

8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ I can’t believe you! ”

10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”

11: “ You’re a monster. ”

12: “ I hate you. ”

13: “ Don’t leave me… ”

14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”

16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ Are you upset with me? ”

18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ Dont call this number again. “

23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

24: “ You need to leave. ”

25: “ I’m sick. ”

26: “ I’m dying. ”

27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ I thought we were family!”

29: “ There was never an us. ”

30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ Dance with me! ”

38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ Will you marry me? ”

41: “ I’m pregnant. ”

42: “ I need a hug. ”

43: “ You’re special to me. ”

44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ Do you trust me? ”

46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ Lets have a baby. ”

50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ I want to take care of you. ”

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”

55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

58: “ How did we get here? ”

59: “ You own my heart. ”

60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ I want to protect you. ”

63: “ Whats the matter? ”

64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ Stop being so cute. ”

68: “ You’re making me blush! ”

69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

71: “ You’re the best! ”

72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

74: “ Of course I remembered! ”

75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ Are you jealous? ”

78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”

91: “ I’m fine. ”

92: “ Are you drunk? ”

93: “ Are you high? ”

94: “ We cant go in there… ”

95: “ Give it back! ”

96: “ Well this is just great. ”

97: “ Don’t touch me. ”

98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

100: “ I didn’t do it! ”

101: “ I did it… ”

102: “ I don’t remember that! ”

103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ You owe me. ”

106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ Why are you naked? ”

110: “ You did what?! ”

111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”

112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ This tastes horrible. ”

117: “ This is delicious! ”

118: “ Are you mad at me? ”

119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ I love that show too! ”

121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”

123: “ Let me help you with that. ”

124: “ Take that back! ”

125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ What are you listening to? ”

128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ Run! ”

131: “ Lets run away together. ”

132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”

135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”

136: “Give me back my phone! ”

137: “ You’re an asshole. ”

138: “ Are you cold? ”

139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ Did you hear that? ”

142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ Go back to bed. ”

146: “ Are you okay? ”

147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ Put me down! ”

154: “ There’s only one bed… ”

155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

156: “ How did I loose it? ”

157: “ I read your diary. ”

158: “ This is awkward. ”

159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Sexual:

161: “ Bite me. ”

162: “ Make me. ”

163: “ Fuck me. ”

164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”

167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ What a pretty sight. ”

170: “ Bend over. ”

171: “ On your knees. ”

172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ Lay back. ”

174: “ Take off your clothes. ”

175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ I’m waiting. ”

177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ As you wish. ”

179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”

180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”

182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ Can I touch you? ”

185: “ Open up. ”

186: “ No strings attached. ”

187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ Mine. ”

189: “ The night is still young. ”

190: “ We can't do that here! ”

191: “ Behave. ”

192:“ What did you just say? ”

193: “ Good girl. ”

194: “ Good boy. ”

195: “ Come here. ”

Note: I did not create this prompt list. I had it saved from a long time ago. If you know the creator of this prompt list, please tell me so I can give credit.

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