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rekisgay · 3 months

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my girl.

synopsis: in which baji rejects you then comes to regret it.

pairings: baji x f!reader

warnings: baji punches someone, he's emotionally constipated, he threatens people a lot. average baji behavior

genre: fluff, semi-angst

wc: 3.1k

baji’s dark eyes stared at your bowed figure, your shaky hands holding up the letter that you were trying to give him.

“huh?” baji asks, glasses glinting at the sunlight as he raises a thick brow.

“please consider my feelings, baji-san.” you squeaked out, feeling a bit shy now that it was just you and baji.

the wind breezes by your hair and every passing second felt like literal torture as baji stays quiet. you bit your lip subtly, heart beating louder as you felt his fingers brush against yours gently.

your head raises as you look at the ravenette, slowly standing up to your height, baji takes the envelope, looks at it once then looks at your awaiting face before he clicks his tongue and looks away.

“tsk, i’ll read it later, you go back to class, it’s not like a goody-two shoes as yourself to be late.” his deep voice lulls you to a state of hypnosis as you mindlessly nod and walk away. you looked at him as you were at a good distance before smiling once more.

“see you, baji.”

the waiting time for his response was excruciating, three days have passed since you confessed to the delinquent who somehow stole your heart, and you haven’t heard a reply back.

“i don’t think you should push your luck, (n/n).” your friend says as she places a spoonful of parfait to her mouth. “what good would a delinquent be for you anyway?”

you glared at her. “you don’t understand, kira.” you say as you play with your food.

“baji… baji’s just different, i know he is.” you sigh dejectedly. “what did you like about him anyway?” kira asks as she takes the cherry off your parfait. you hum, trying to recall all the things baji has done for you.

maybe it was because baji beat up the gang that preyed on you when you were on the way home. maybe it was the way that ever since that day, he ensured your safety by walking you to your house everyday, even if he skips school.

maybe it was the way he’d ask you to tutor him in the subjects that he was bad at but would end up dozing halfway, but you didn’t find it in your heart to wake him up as you brush the long strands of hair that was covering his pretty face.

or maybe it was the way baji would wipe off the crumbs on your face when you treat him to a street food “date” because you were rambling too much about your favorite anime.

there were too many maybes, too many reasons. too many situations where you wanted to ask him “what are we?” and you didn’t know how many hours– days, even, it would take for you to cover why you find yourself falling for him.

“hello? earth to (n/n)?” kira snaps her hand in front of you and you find yourself going back to reality.

“sorry, what?” ”i said your parfait is melting.” you look back at the tall glass, letting out an “oh‘ as you see the melted ice cream intermingle with the fruits inside.

“i’m full anyway, i’m gonna go ahead.” you say, as you took your backpack and bid her a goodbye.

“does this mean i can have your parfait?” you laughed at her question, nodding as you left the cafe.

the walk home was normal, your earphones were on and you were blasting some pop song that was on shuffle as you trudged the path home. you were barely paying attention to your surroundings as your feet were on autopilot.

you were startled as a hand came to tap you on your shoulder. you turn back to see baji looking at you and you gave him a short greeting.

“didn’t i say that i’d walk you home?” baji asked as soon as you removed your earphones. you gave him a look of realization.

“ah, sorry. i haven’t seen you in three days and i was out with a friend, i didn’t think you’d pick me up today.” you explain and baji just clicks his tongue before he grabs your bag out of your hold and throws it over his shoulder.

“let’s go.” “o-okay.”

it was silent between the two of you but you found yourself not wanting to engage in conversation, the thought of asking him if he’s read the letter plaguing your mind, your curiosity wanting to get the best of you as you watched his broad back walking ahead of you.

“u-uh… baji–” “we’re almost at your house, but before you go, i need to tell you something.” baji cuts you off, sparing you a glance before stopping in his tracks, it was a street before your house. he looks at you with a conflicted expression before he sighs.

“i’ve read the letter.”

your breath hitched at his statement, not knowing what to say, you stayed quiet as you waited for him to elaborate further.

“,,,i mean i made chifuyu read the letter out loud– but that isn’t the point here.” baji shakes his head, an embarrassed blush on his face and you couldn’t help but bite back a smile.

“the point here is.” baji takes a deep breath and you find yourself holding yours back.

“i’m not interested in a relationship.” oh. you didn’t realize that you said your thoughts out loud.

“it’s not because of you, i swear.” baji reassures you. “i’m really just not looking for a relationship. i’d rather stay the way we are, (y/n)” you swallowed thickly, feeling your chest sag heavier prior to the conversation.

“it’s fine, baji-san.” you gave him a halfhearted smile, not wanting to let him see that he was unintentionally breaking your heart even more. “i understand.” baji looks at you as if to ask if you were sure, you gave him a nod, smile intact as you confirm his silent question.

“okay good, i was hoping you wouldn’t cry. i don’t know what i’d do if you cried.” baji laughs awkwardly. to tell the truth, baji expected the worst, he expected for you to yell at him to never go near him again. or to slap him and call him the vilest of names, or even tell him off to his mom– yeah, he’s been reading a lot of chifuyu’s mangas, but could you blame him? it’s a good reading exercise.

so to see you react in a nonchalant way was refreshing to say the least.

“okay, uh. i’ll take you home–” “no need, baji-san” you say as you take your backpack from his hands. “it’s only a street away, no hoodlum will be there.” before baji can say another word in, you ran the opposite direction, turning your head for a second to smile and wave at him.

“bye, baji!” baji raises his hand in goodbye as a response as he watches you run home. unbeknownst to the tears that started to silently stream down your face.

it took you two weeks of wallowing in self-pity and avoiding baji before you finally spilled the beans to kira.

she slams down her hands on the table as her jaw drops, “eh?! baji rejected you?!” you were suddenly hyper aware of the people she managed to grab the attention of due to the volume of her voice.

“keep it down, kira!” you hissed at her, making her sit down as you pulled her wrist. “i respect his decision, kira. he’s not required to like me back.” kira glares at you.

“how can he reject you? you’re probably the best he’s going to get.” kira huffs and you had half a mind to defend baji but you kept your mouth shut as you let her rant.

“i mean! you two are basically attached to the hip and i actually thought you’d end up with him, even if i don’t like him i would’ve stayed supportive until i was eating cake at your wedding!” you coughed, not expecting kira to have thought so far ahead.

it was only a few minutes of silence before kira gave you an evil grin, a grin you knew all too well that wouldn’t end up good.

“so, you’re moving on, right?“ she asks. you nod awkwardly, “i kind of have no choice, kira.”

kira clasps her hands together before giving you a smile. “well then, let me set you up with someone, okay?”

“e-eh?” “i’ll set you up on a blind date! come on, what’s the worst that can happen. i know what your type is so you’ll have a boyfriend in no time!” kira was enthusiastic as she explained how she has a list of guys that she thinks will suit you.

you were given no time to respond as kira grabs her things and leaves, “kira–” “i’ll text you the details, okay? you better show up!”

you sigh as she leaves you alone. “fine.” you say to yourself as you shut your eyes. “let’s give this a shot.”

“i’m telling you, this chapter is nuts, baji-san!” chifuyu squeals as he turns the page of the shoujo manga he was reading.

receiving no response, the blonde looked at his captain with a questioning look on his face. “baji-san?”

“huh? what was that, chifuyu?” chifuyu shakes his head as he closes the book in hand. “nevermind that, what’s up with you, baji-san?”

baji tries to escape the conversation by brushing off chifuyu’s question by changing the subject but it seemed like it was for naught as he sighs at the end.

“i know you won’t know the answer to this, chifuyu.” “try me, baji-san.” chifuyu challenges and baji almost wants to scoff at his subordinate’s behavior.

“have you heard from (y/n) lately?” baji asks, not expecting anything as a response.

“oh? (l/n)(y/n)? the person who wrote the letter you made me read?” baji nods. chifuyu hums in thought.

“the last thing i heard, (y/n) was going out with issei.” baji’s eyes widened, threatening to bulge out as his fists tightened. “what?”

“(y/n) from class-a, right?” baji nods in confirmation. “as far as i’ve heard, i think kira pushed the both of them on a blind date, they’ve been hanging out after school. which is weird because i thought that (y/n) likes you.” chifuyu continues and baji wants nothing but for chifuyu to shut the fuck up.

“it’s such a shame though, (y/n)’s letter was real sweet to–” “i rejected (y/n), chifuyu.”

“HA?!”

baji groans as he slumps over his bed, arm covering his eyes.

“i told her i wasn’t looking for a relationship.” baji recalls, chifuyu hums in acknowledgement, not really knowing what to say in response.

“then why are you reacting this way?” chifuyu asks, baji stays silent as his thoughts are overcrowding his mind.

chifuyu was right. why was he thinking about this? it wasn’t as if someone threatened him to not accept your confession, he really just wasn’t interested in labeling things, but the simple thought of you laughing with another guy that isn’t him...

or hanging out with him after class… or having that guy wipe your cheek and get a closer look of your pretty face… then… maybe, just maybe lean for a kiss and have you close your eyes as you lean into that guy’s touch.

“fucking hell.” baji yells as he throws the pillow he was clutching right onto chifuyu’s face. the blonde, the impact of the pillow making chifuyu’s desk chair’s wheels stagger a bit as he clutches the thrown plush.

“baji-san…” chifuyu starts, and baji dreads to hear the next sentence that comes out of his mouth. “do you like (y/n)?”

the silence was deafening, baji knows he should reply. he knows he should. but he couldn’t.

because baji doesn’t want to acknowledge his actions, he’d rather take on fifty men on his own than admit he felt the same way about you. it was pathetic. he felt pathetic.

“so… that’s it?” chifuyu breaks the silence. baji opens one of his piercing eyes to look at the blonde.

“(y/n) likes you, and you like her. but you’re just going to let her go on a date with whoever?” baji grits his teeth, not liking the tone chifuyu is using.

“piss off, chifuyu.”

“clearly you don’t like (y/n) enough that you’d let her go off with anyone who asks her out on a date.” “chifuyu, this is my last warning–”

“baji-san, if in the next twelve years you receive an invitation in the mail, don’t be surprised if it’s (y/n) and issei’s we–” “i said, shut the fuck up, chifuyu!” baji was now standing, brows furrowed in an angry way.

baji knew what chifuyu was doing. he knew that the blonde was trying to provoke him to act on his feelings.

baji hates that it’s working.

“i had a really nice time today, issei.” you say politely as the two of you walk home. issei smiles, his hand brushing against yours but you cringed slightly as you pull away.

issei, seeming to not notice– or not pay attention, only continued walking alongside with you.

“uh. (l/n)-san?” issei asks as he stops the two of you in your tracks. “hm?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” “...huh?”

you unconsciously took a step back, as he tries to step closer to you.

“issei, i’ve only known you for a few weeks, that’s not enough time–” “love has no time!” issei insists and you’re fighting the urge to suckerpunch him in the face.

“i don’t feel the same wa–” “you don’t have to! you can learn how to, i swear you’ll be the happiest person if you give me a chance.” issei was now stepping forward and you felt very uncomfortable, he was slowly overstepping your boundaries and he seemed as if he had no problem doing so. and worst of all, this was only the first date!

“(y/n), i promise you. i can love you the way you want to be lo–” “didn’t the lady say that she doesn’t like you? piss off.” a rough voice cuts him off and you almost let out a sigh of relief out loud.

“ha? don’t go barging in people’s love confessions, prick.” issei stands to the side and you can now see an unamused baji looking at him dead in the eye.

your heart picked up its pace as you realized that you haven’t seen baji since the day he rejected you, but damn did he look more handsome than the day you ran away from him.

“i won’t go barging in on your dumb confessions if it isn’t my girl you’re confessing to.” baji rolls his eyes before he steps in the middle of you, shielding you from issei who obviously couldn’t get the hint.

“look man, when i’m done with her you ca–” issei couldn’t even finish his sentence before he gets interrupted with a suckerpunch to the jaw. you gasp, not expecting the violence but baji couldn’t just stand there and listen to issei yap about what he plans to do with you.

hell. baji would rather die than have someone else do the things he knows he can do with you.

fuck labels, fuck statuses, if that’s what it takes for you to never look at another man the way you look at him, then so be it.

issei was on the ground, holding his jaw, on the brink of unconsciousness.

“let’s go.” you looked at baji, then at issei, then back at baji, who has his hand out, awaiting for you to intermingle yours with.

you effortlessly do so, he coughs once as he flicks his head to the side, clicking his tongue and pulling you away from your date who was on the ground.

it was silent between the two of you. neither of you wanted to start a conversation, and you didn’t know whether you felt comfortable or not.

baji’s thoughts were clouded by the feeling of your hand holding his, meanwhile your heart was beating uncomfortably fast because he called you his girl. and your hand was tightly gripped against his.

you try taking your hand away, but his head whips back at you and you see a glare on his face, and the subtle redness of a blush, but you don’t tell him that.

“b-baji…?” you decided to break the silence and baji huffs out a “what?” in response.

“back there… you uh… you called me your girl.” baji froze at your words, his feet stopping in his tracks as he looks back at you with a hard expression on his face.

“so?”

“do you like me?” baji breathes in, before he exhales an “obviously.” under his breath.

you furrowed your brows before you pulled away from his hold, and baji couldn’t help but already the feeling of your soft hands in his.

“i’m gonna need a straight answer, baji keisuke. i’m not in the mood for this back and forth conversation.” you say, eyes squinting to a glare, something that baji found very cute.

“i like you.” okay, maybe not that straightforward because your eyes widened and you stuttered all over your words.

“t-then why… why did you–” “i said i wasn’t interested in a relationship because i didn’t know that it would feel this shitty thinking of a man who takes care of you that isn’t me.” baji cuts you off, anger in his tone. but not at you, at himself.

“i didn’t think that not having you around would feel so… so empty that i almost wanted to punch myself for rejecting you when the opportunity for you to be mine was right there.” baji finishes with a groan, he hates showing his true feelings and vulnerability, but for you, he’d show it any day. just ask.

“baji…” baji clicks his tongue once more as he looks away.

“i accept your confession, just be my girlfriend already.” baji mutters as he holds your hand and urges you to walk.

“baji–” “i’m your boyfriend, call me by my name.” you bit your lip, trying to stop the smile on your face as you felt your stomach flutter. “keisuke.” his breath hitches.

“give me a warning, next time.” you laughed. “keisuke, you’re so confusing!”

“ha?” baji glares at you but his expression falters as he stares at the cute smile on your face.

“tsk. whatever, let’s go.”

“where?”

“i’m taking you on a better date than that damn itchy did.” “did you mean issei?”

“stop saying his name.” you smiled playfully as you grip his hand a bit tighter.

“okay, keisuke.”

“i said, give me a warning!”

notes: the essential baji tag for u @kakujis. anw, this is the first non-series i've written for baji (everyone cheer) this was so fun to write because apparently, i like writing about emotional constipation. also, you didn't agree to be baji's girlfriend, he just decided it. he's your problem now,

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rekisgay · 4 months

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stay with me

synopsis: wherein you were forced to take care of your hungover ex.

warnings: rindou is vulnerable, give him a hug, he is also hungover

wc: 2.6k

notes: had this thought in my head for a while so here we are,, also special thanks to sky for proofreading mwa mwa !

“the answer is no, ran.“ you say as you pull the phone away from your ear for a second to adjust your hair.

“(y/n), come on. don’t make me beg.” ran scoffs out as he attempts to convince you once more.

“no, ran. he had it coming with all the alcohol he drinks. it’s a miracle it only happened now.”

“it’s not so much of a miracle because i can’t take the day off to take care of him. the club is meeting its investors today and it’s already bad enough we both can’t go.” you make a sound of indignance. “and how is this my problem? your otouto hasn’t been my problem since a month ago, ran. don’t start with me.”

you hear ran sigh from the phone. “(y/n), please just come over here and take care of him. i’ll buy you anything you want for the next month.” ran tries to bargain. you roll your eyes, knowing ran couldn’t see you. “a year.”

“a ye–?! fine. just get over here.” you made a noise of complaint, not expecting him to agree so easily to your terms.

“fine.”

to say that you had an unpleasant expression on your face would be an understatement. ran opens the door with a teasing smile as he gestures for you to come in.

“i got him to go to sleep, but do keep note of the bucket beside his bed, make sure he has a bucket near him every time because i don’t know how frequently he’ll throw up. also his meds are—” “by the medicine cabinet of his room. yes, ran. i know. just go.” you sighed.

“the sooner you seal the deal with those investors, the sooner i can leave.” you say under your breath, ran bites back a laugh before he shakes his head and turns around, leaving the apartment and his little brother in your capable hands.

a groan leaves your lips as you fall back onto their couch, arm automatically covering your eyes as you block the lights of the living room from your vision.

it took you at least 10 minutes of mentally complaining before you stood up and went to their kitchen, rummaging around for their utensils so that you could fix something to eat.

stupid ran. stupid rindou, stupid fucking haitanis. stupi–

“aniki?”

‘...do i look like an aniki?!’ you think to yourself as you rolled your eyes, saying nothing as you hear rindou’s footsteps recede from the staircase, it sounded sluggish, and you just knew that rindou was staggering over himself just to get through the stairs.

fucking hell. you think to yourself as you made yourself in view, rindou looked at you with half-lidded eyes that turned into a glare. “who are you and what’re you doing in my house?”

you blinked, jaw falling open, not knowing how to respond to the seemingly still drunk rindou.

“i, -uh…” rindou shakes his head, but he seems to regret that as he hisses and holds his head.

“i think you should go back to bed.” you say, not wanting to converse with him further.

“i didn’t ask.” rindou retorted before another groan left his lips. “shit. my head…” as much as watching your ex struggle was an entertaining sight, you knew that with the way he was shakily holding onto the railing of the stairs, it was just an accident waiting to happen.

with a sigh, you walked over to him, flinching at the way he dodges your touch. “i have a girlfriend.” he glared at you and you could feel your heart drop.

of course he has a new girlfriend. to you, moving on was the hardest thing you could ever have done, but you can’t say the same for him. so many women are falling in line for him even when the both of you were dating, maybe your breakup wasn’t a big deal to him as it was for you.

“rin–” “only (y/n) can touch me, so fuck off.” he hissed, slurring his words as staggered a bit, foot slipping from one of the stairs.

“rindou!” your arm shoots up to stabilize him as you help him regain his footing.

“let go of me… only (y/n) can… t-touch me…” he slurs out, his vision bleary as he tried blinking it out.

rindou has no idea how much he drank. a bottle? two? five? how did he even get home? well, ran obviously drove him home but how? things aren’t making sense in his drunken mind. he feels as if he’s floating and that he’s in some type of alternate universe, because how is he seeing you despite breaking up with you for a month.

“it’s me, rindou.” you say, rindou squints, trying to make your face out with the cloudiness in his vision, his body feels like it was under control as it recognizes your voice, he fell into a state of semi-consciousness, where he can still hear you but it feels like he was paralyzed.

“for fuck’s sake, rindou.” he hears you curse him out as you take his arm over your shoulder, doing your best to drag his tall and heavy body back to his bedroom.

he vaguely remembers walking alongside you, somewhat helping in transporting his body. but he was too drunk to acknowledge it.

the younger haitani feels his body flopping down the soft plush of the bed, your arm being squished under his weight.

“rindou, move.” you say as you try to take your hand out. rindou indeed moves, but not in the way you wanted. his arm shoots up to yours, a shriek escaping your lips as you were pulled beside him.

“stay.” rindou mutters, his arms encasing you in his hold. you cringe slightly as his breath smelled of the bottle of whiskey he probably finished, but you lied still, a few seconds passed and you began to smell his cologne, he smelled like himself, like home.

you shook your head at the thought, knowing that this was wrong. the two of you were broken up, you shouldn’t be melting in his arms, but what could you do? it’s not as if you could push him off, — you could, but the real question is, if you wanted to.

you should push him off, you know you should, but you’d be lying to the entire world and to yourself if you say you didn’t miss him.

“rindou…” you say, hand already on his arm, prepared to push him away and leave him alone in his room, but it was as if he could feel what was approaching as he tightened his hold on you.

“please stay…” his voice was quiet, clear. as if he weren’t shitfaced, he tries to convey what he feels as he breathes in the scent of the shampoo you always used. he finds himself unconsciously burying his face onto your head. eyes falling into a close as your presence lulls him into a sleep he so desperately needed.

you lie still, feeling stiff as rindou’s heavy arms trap you against his chest, you can hear his snores leave his mouth, he unconsciously pulls you tighter, fearing that if he lets down his guard a little bit, you would disappear from his touch.

just this once. you say to yourself as you succumb into his arms, closing your eyes and finding yourself unconscious.

—

rindou wakes up alarmed. he jolts slightly as he realizes that he has his arms wrapped around someone. he blinks his violet eyes confusedly as he tries to make sense of his surroundings.

the younger haitani’s jaw drops as he inhaled the scent of your perfume, the scent that he craved to smell for the past month. he musters up the courage to look at his side, eyes widening once he confirms that the person sleeping next to him was you.

rindou was at a loss. he didn’t know how this happened, why this happened, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like that it happened. he sighs, pulling you closer as his stare burns at the back of your head, trying to memorize how many strands of hair you had because he was sure that things wouldn’t be the same once you woke up.

sleep for a little more. let me enjoy this longer. rindou thinks as his hand reaches up to yours, tracing every fingertip and knuckle.

all good things must come to an end, rindou realizes that a bit too soon as he feels your hand twitch in his hold.

“rindou?” you sleepily asked. rindou hitches his breath before immediately deepening it, as if it were breaths he took while asleep.

“i know you’re not asleep.” you say, you bit back a fond smile as his arms freeze over your frame. you turned, looking directly at his widened violet eyes, letting out a soft smile.

“hey.” you say, voice above a whisper.

“hey.” rindou says back, cringing as his voice cracks under the pressure he was feeling at the moment.

“you reek of booze.” you say as you crinkle your nose in disgust. rindou panics, not wanting to let go of you but also wanting to bolt up and brush his teeth. the headache he was feeling a little while ago dissipated, he now realizes that he was not dreaming and you were in fact in his arms.

“s-sorry.” he says, still staring into your eyes.

you felt overwhelmed under his stare, it was an effect he had over you and you didn’t know if he knew or not. you cleared your throat.

“so uh… can you let me go now?” you ask, rindou shakes his head.

“no.”

“okay then.”

silence.

three minutes and 48 seconds of silence passed, him just staring at your face, trying to remember your features and you looking away from his gaze.

“you should let go of me now.”

“no.” “why?”

“i’m scared if i let go, this will be the last time i hold you.” rindou admits. you sighed, looking down, eyes tracing the half tattoo that ran at the expanse of his chest.

“rindou…” you start. “we’ve broken up… it was mutual.”

“no, it wasn’t.” rindou responded quickly, “i only agreed because it seemed like you were decided.”

“then why didn’t you fight for us?” you say, voice sounding unusually small. rindou looked at you with regret, “i didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me. i thought you had enough.”

“rindou… i just wanted to see that you cared.” you didn’t know what to say, neither did he as the two of you basked in the silence.

a few more minutes passed before you decided that lying down was enough. rindou panicked, sitting up when you do and immediately hissing at the hangover that made its appearance.

“please don’t leave.” rindou says, begs as he looks at your figure that was getting up from his bed.

you looked at him, brows furrowed as if you were contemplating on something.

“i’ll change. i promise.” rindou says, “i’ll lessen my drinking, i’ll spend more time with you, i’m sorry i made you feel unimportant, i swear i’ll love you more than i ever did, just please don’t leave me again.” his voice wobbles and your eyes widen. from the start of your relationship with him, he’s never shown any sign of weakness. so to see him on the verge of breaking down was something so new. so raw, that you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“the past month has been hell without you, i… i didn’t know what else to do so i drank myself to the brink of death.” rindou looks down, “i can’t count the times aniki and sanzu had to haul my ass back to the apartment because i blacked out.”

“whenever i black out, i keep imagining that it was you taking care of me, so when i woke up and saw you in my arms, i couldn’t believe it.”

“rindou…” “(y/n), please. don’t lie to me. i know you still love me too. if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.” he was right. you knew to yourself that you’d be lying if you said you no longer loved him. but you didn’t know.

you didn’t know if this was just your emotions taking over your rational mind but you find yourself nodding.

“i do… still love you.” you murmured, knowing that it was pointless to lie, knowing that rindou can read you like his favorite book.

“then… please stay with me.” rindou says, hand reaching for yours, only for you to pull back away.

“you should go back to bed, rindou.” you say, standing up and walking out of his room.

rindou could feel his heart beat uncomfortably on his chest as he tried to stomach what just happened.

did you just… leave?

rindou again, was at a loss. he feels like was delusional, like he imagined the entire conversation because how did he just have a full on heart to heart conversation with you, and now, you were just gone.

he clutches his aching head, feeling his headache come back as he groans, believing that he just imagined that moment with you.

he jolts when he feels a wet rag on his forehead, his head tilts up and he sees your concerned eyes staring back at him.

“i didn’t want to tell you, but you also reeked of sweat so… wipe yourself off.” you gave him a teasing smile, rindou’s jaw drops as you sit down on his bed.

“i know that we didn’t end on… favorable terms. or at least, what i thought was a mutual break up.” you say, looking at the wall.

“but i can’t lie, i missed you so much.” you finally looked at him, your eyes showcasing the feelings you hid. “there were times i picked up my phone and almost messaged you, but i knew that i had no right to ask how you were doing, because i was the one who broke up with you.” you continue, feeling a bit remorseful.

“i don’t know where to go from here, rin. but all i know is that i miss you and i hate seeing you blackout drunk because of me.” you finish and it was silent before you feel yourself being pulled by his strong, shirtless frame.

“i…” rindou opens and closes his mouth, but words weren’t escaping his lips.

“can we try again?” “what if it doesn’t work out?”

“at least we tried.” rindou says, burying his nose to your hair, pressing a soft peck at the crown of your head and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“i can’t let you leave here without trying to win you back.” he says, you let him hold you as you breathe in his scent.

a few minutes later, he feels you nod against his chest.

“okay.” “okay?”

“let’s… try again… we’ll be better this time, right?”

“right.” rindou promises, hands intertwining with yours as he pulls them in for a kiss.

“okay then.” you confirm, leaning into him, your lover. feeling safe in his arms.

“let me go, rindou. i’ll cook you some hangover soup, god knows how much you need it.” you say, trying to pull his arms away.

“just… five more minutes.” he says, “don’t wanna let go just yet.”

with a playful sigh, you smiled against his skin, wrapping your arms around his. “fine. just five more minutes.”

the both of you fell asleep right after that.

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rekisgay · 4 months

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mikey would randomly sit on the floor in front of your seat, put his head on your thighs and ask you to play with his hair, even if you two aren’t dating

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rekisgay · 4 months

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Why no one mentions the fact that sweet angelic Akane is literally a groomer? She was well aware of a crush that Koko had on her, yet she still complimented him and gave him hope. Koko was about 10/11 when she was 15/16. The quote about her waiting for him so someday they would get married? Disturbing as hell.

16 y.o person being attracted to an 11 y.o is creepy and ew.

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rekisgay · 4 months

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you're dating... him?

synopsis: wherein you’re dating your brother’s enemy.

genre: fluff

warnings: steamy kisses in both parts (not that detailed), implied f!reader,

characters: sanzu, ran x f!reader (separate)

(mitsuya, chifuyu, rindou)

sanzu:

“haru, you have to go now.” you say as you pull away from your boyfriend’s lips. sanzu pouts as you push him away.

“but doll~” he whines, you let out a sigh. “haru, you know that we’re hiding our relationship from my brother, right? he’s about to get home in half an hour and i need to air out the room.”

“are you saying i stink?” you rolled your eyes at him. “don’t put words into my mouth and get out.” sanzu huffs, making himself more comfortable on your bed, his pink hair splayed on the pillows.

“what’s so wrong about your brother finding out?”

“haru… kakucho doesn’t like you.” sanzu snorts, a laugh getting stuck in his throat. “must you say it like that, doll?”

you shrug your shoulders, lying down beside him. “i don’t know what you did to piss kaku-nii off, honestly. he’s one of the most patient people i know.”

“i don’t know either, doll. don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” he says as he pecks your forehead.

“now close your eyes, i’ll leave before he comes home.” sanzu says as he wraps his arms around your waist, “‘bet he’s not coming home for a few more hours, though.” you clicked your tongue but closed your eyes nonetheless, trusting in his words and succumbing to the warmth your boyfriend gave you.

—

“what the hell is going on?” your slumber was harshly awoken by your brother’s deep voice inside your room. you jolted from your position, causing sanzu to groan and open his eyes.

“kaku-nii!” you stood up from the bed, eyes widened as you looked at your brother who stared back at you, arms crossed against his chest.

“i-uh.. it- it’s not what it looks like!” you try to say, wanting to punch sanzu for being so sluggish in his movements.

“then tell me what i’m looking at right now.” kakucho replied sarcastically.

“it’s uh…” “we’re dating.” sanzu interrupts you as he sits up from the bed and scoots closer to the edge.

sanzu barely got his bearings before kakucho grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall, a gasp leaving your lips once you see that kakucho has a gun pressed right on sanzu’s temple.

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t blow your brains out right now.” kakucho asked, pressing the metal harder on sanzu’s head.

“kaku-nii!” “stand down, (y/n).” kakucho replied, not even looking at you.

sanzu coughed, letting his hands fall on his sides, not struggling against bonten’s number three.

“it’ll be such a hassle to clean up her clean floors, no?” “i should’ve killed your smug ass when i got the chance.”

“kaku-nii, please stop this!” you say, pushing your way in the middle, your hand behind your back, intertwined with sanzu’s as your eyes were widened with fear.

“i said stand down, (y/n).” you couldn’t recognize your brother, it was unlike him to talk to you with his tone devoid of emotions.

but then again, he’s told you numerous times to never date his co-workers, and you did just that, his most hated one at that.

“nii-chan, i can explain!” you practically begged for your brother to stop glaring daggers at your boyfriend as you fully pushed him off, settling a distance between the two of them.

“explain.” kakucho pushed, you gulped silently, you can feel sanzu’s hands tighten around yours comfortingly as you try to find the words to say.

“haru and i have been dating for five months now…” you tread lightly. “and within those five months, you couldn’t have told me?”

“how can i? you hate haru.” “because i’ve seen what he does to women, (y/n).” kakucho said, glaring once more at your boyfriend.

“i’ve seen him enter a club with a woman then leave with a different one, you don’t deserve that, (y/n). i won’t let this bastard ruin your life.”

“kaku-nii…” you gulped, struggling to find the words to say, but thankfully, sanzu stepped in.

“i’ve stopped bringing girls around bonten for the past year. i courted your sister for seven months before she even said yes to me.” he starts and continues before kakucho could intervene.

“i stopped using substances ever since i began courting her because she deserves better and i plan on being the best for her.”

“i know how important she is to you because she’s your last surviving family and i respect that, but i fell for her and i too, want to keep her safe and protected.” he ends, you could see an unusual glint of seriousness in his eyes as he stared straight at your brother, even kakucho couldn’t recognize the man he was talking to.

“i love her and i don’t give a fuck if you kill me right now just to prove that.”

kakucho closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“i don’t fucking know what kind of curse you placed on my sister, but the minute you hu—” “i’d rather slice myself with my own katana than ever think of hurting her.” sanzu was dead serious as he said these words.

“i’ve been sober for the entire year and a half. i can even get tests to prove it, i’ve changed and it’s all because of your sister.”

kakucho still seemed a bit apprehensive, not wanting to believe in his co-worker’s words right off the bat.

“prove it to me.” kakucho finally says, being a bit lenient on the pink-haired male. you looked at your brother in shock, not believing that your boyfriend managed to sway his opinion.

“i will.” sanzu agrees, putting his hand out for kakucho to shake. it was quite hilarious, actually, this entire ordeal seemed like a business proposal as your older brother shook his hand.

“nice doing business with you, in-law.” “don’t fucking push it.”

ran:

growing up in a house with a recovering abusive older brother, overprotective younger sister and a younger brother that is clingy with you is something that you’ve grown used to.

being the second eldest in the shiba family was no easy feat, so to have a day to yourself was something that sounds nothing short of a blessing.

“can you check if that one blush we like is on sale? i’ll pay you back once you get home!” yuzuha calls out as you open the door to your house, you yell back an affirmative before shutting the door and walking away.

“where’s (y/n)-nee going?” hakkai asked as yuzuha flipped a page on the book that she was reading. “oh? nee-san? she went out to the mall, said she was going to check something out.”

“eh? no fair, i wanted to go to the mall too!” yuzuha hummed at the subtle whine the youngest shiba let out.

“i think you can still catch up to her if you leave now.” hakkai waved yuzuha’s suggestion off. “i’ll head in about 30 minutes, i still need to shower.”

—

your trip to the mall was nothing short of a disguise as you pulled away from your boyfriend’s lips.

“you could’ve just said you missed me, dollface.” you clicked your tongue as you pushed his face away.

“you’re the one who begged me to make up an excuse to my family just because you missed me.” you retorted. ran smirked before leaning closer and pecking your cheek. “well, that’s true. ‘missed you.”

you scoffed at the cheesy behavior your boyfriend showed. to be fair, it has been two weeks since you and ran last saw each other. you were too busy with your family and he was too busy running his club. but that didn’t stop your secret late night video calls, your daily good morning texts (even if he’d text you good morning at 3pm.) and even him having food delivered to you.

your siblings were none the wiser, but you do admit that there were times that you felt your heart drop whenever they walked into your room while you were in a call with ran, but they didn’t manage to catch up and you would deem it safe for now.

“doll, what did you want to eat?” ran asked as he intertwined your fingers together as the two of you walked away from the random alleyway he pulled you into before.

“anything, really, but i have to check on this blush product yuzuha asked me to.” ran hums absentmindedly as the both of you strolled around.

“hm? do you want to check before we look for somewhere to eat?” ran asked and you nodded. “sure, just so that we don’t have to think about it anymore.” you shrugged as the both of you headed to the cosmetics shop, making idle talk along the way.

“babe?” ran hummed, “can you go check on this product? i sent it to you, i’ll have to go to the other side of the store to see if my favorite concealer is on sale.” ran gave an affirmative but not before asking, “why don’t we just go together?” you replied with saying how you can save more time and have lunch quicker.

ran went ahead, comparing the products he sees to the one on his phone, his lips quirked up just a bit once he saw the product match the one on his phone.

he reached out, only to be intercepted by another hand.

“uh, excuse me, i need to get this.” the other person said, ran quirked a brow as he looked at him, the man before him looked familiar but he just couldn’t really put his finger on it.

“yeah? my girlfriend told me to grab this, so tough luck, bud.” he ignored the click of the tongue of the stranger but before he could get away, he was stopped by the stranger’s hand tightening around the product.

“you don’t understand–” “i really don’t care. i grabbed it first.” ran scoffed, the stranger then furrowed his brows at the man before he lets out a small gasp.

“you’re a haitani, aren’t you?” the aforementioned raised a brow. “how is that relevant?“

“you–” “babe, you got what we need?” maybe it was the wrong time to call out to your boyfriend as you entered the aisle, looking at the foundation in your hand before lifting your head up to see your brother and boyfriend gripping the same blush.

“hakkai?!” “nee-san?!” ran looked between the both of you before it clicked. hakkai wasn’t a stranger, he was your youngest brother. well, this was an odd time to meet the family.

“oh, shit. uh–” “nee-san, what… what is going on here?” hakkai’s blue eyes flickered to you and ran, trying to connect the bold dots right in front of him.

“don’t tell me…” “hakkai–” “nee-san, how could you?!” your eyes widen at the sudden boom to your younger brother’s voice.

“you know what that bastard did to taka-chan!” you blinked, not really knowing how to respond. sure, you were aware of the conflict that happened between your brother’s gang and your boyfriend’s, but to be frank… you didn’t care.

“right…” you nod slowly, not wanting to aggravate your youngest brother.

“does taiju even know about this?!” “i formally asked taiju to court her.” ran cuts hakkai’s ramblings off, hakkai’s eyes widened before furrowing.

“does yuzuha know?” “she caught the note in the food delivery ran sent…” you interjected.

“so i’m the only one left in the dark about this?” you stayed quiet, letting your brother go off a rant in the middle of the cosmetics store, before ran cuts him off.

“where are you going with this?” “i’m saying, you don’t deserve my sister!” “hakkai. that’s enough.” your stern voice cuts him off but he continues to glare at your boyfriend.

“honestly, i don’t give a shit on what went down in your petty little gang fights, but that’s in the past.” you start, “but the moment you talk shit about my boyfriend, that’s when i start caring, seriously, haikkai. do you actually think i’d be with him if i think that he’d mistreat me in any way?” you looked to both your brother and your boyfriend before snatching the blush that was now in hakkai’s hand.

“i’m going to pay for yuzuha’s blush, you two, sort whatever is going between the both of you because i don’t need a headache and i’m not responsible for your tension.” you say, turning around and walking to the register.

hakkai glares at the older haitani.

“you know, she’s right, right?” “i’m not playing your games, haitani. i know what you did to taka-chan.”

“i’m not trying to play anything.” ran sighs. “look, i even went through the whole process of courting her and —” “are you saying you didn’t want to?” “don’t put words into my mouth.” ran glares at him.

“i’m saying, i love your sister a lot and i wouldn’t put in as much effort as i did if i didn’t. and your taka-chan and i are fine. i literally just commissioned a piece from him last week.”

hakkai blinks, the revelation causing gears to turn in his head. “do you get it now? we’re all over it.” ran says, “even your taka-chan.”

hakkai clicks his tongue, not wanting to take ran’s words into mind but he remembers how mitsuya commented on the pieces he was working on, he said that it was for some roppongi hotshot. it clicked that it was for the haitanis.

“fine. but i still don’t like you dating my sister.” ran laughs at that and waves his hand away as he walks towards where you were.

“i mean it, haitani!” “yeah, yeah.”

ran places an arm around your waist as you looked at him with an unamused expression.

“how’d the talk with hakkai go?” ran smirked and winked at you.

“he’ll warm up to me soon.”

note: wow it's been a long time since i wrote one of these things,,, i hope i still managed to do it right lolz,, there are four more of these coming, i'm not sure when... but there will be more!

small ydh taglist: @siimp4youu, @inuiseishusan, @osalotte

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Omg omg omg I’m so happy I found your blog the writing here is absolutely superb honestly. LOVE your characterisation for Floyd, do you happen to have any headcanons for how else he would act in a romantic relationship? Feel free to ignore if you don’t have the time or energy, but honestly your writing is amazing!!!!

✎ With You ~ Floyd Leech

summary: being in a relationship with Floyd Leech! Written in three parts! “Starry-Eyed” (mutual pining, crushing), “Say the Words!” (Leading up to, and eventual confession), and lastly! “At Last, With You” (how others react, and overall relationship things!)

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: hi! thank you so much for the request, I honestly adore writing for floyd so i’m glad you enjoy how I characterize him! i’m finally getting around to requests, and requests are still open, however! if requests do not comply with my rules, i will delete them or adjust them accordingly! be sure to glance over rules in the pinned post before requesting to be safe! anyways, enjoy! — winnie ♥︎

✎ starry - eyed !

» Oh boy. When Floyd figures out that he has a crush on you, he’s absolutely elated. He’s never liked someone in that way before and that fuzzy, warm feeling is completely new to him. However, don’t be fooled. The realization does not come as quick as you might think. It takes a while for him to arrive at such a conclusion.

» After you two become friends, he finds himself talking about you constantly to anyone who will listen. When he’s with you, his eyes always seem naturally drawn to you. In class, he finds himself unable to focus, keen on admiring you instead. It gets him in trouble a number of times (being vehemently told by Crewel that it’s rude to stare). Honestly, he chalks it up to passing interest at first. You’re a new friend, and you’re interesting! Naturally, he’ll want to spend time with you whenever he can.

» But the more he talks about you, the more it shifts. He notices it when he’s talking to Jade. His conversations are less about what you both did together and more about things you do, small habits and quirks that he finds endearing. Jade points it out almost immediately, questioning if, perhaps, his brother had developed a crush of sorts. Floyd’s face flushing red, his heart picking up pace at the idea of being with you is an answer enough for them both.

» He has a crush. Someone he finds endearing enough to want more than just friendship. And wow, he can feel the emphasis on want. When he realizes how he feels, friendship isn’t enough for him. He becomes more affectionate towards you, wanting to see how much you’ll indulge him— wanting to catch a glimpse of a reaction.

» Floyd will hug you from behind, play with your hair when you’re hanging out, hold your hand— anything to be closer to you. Seeing that you don’t mind only encourages more. However, with the openness comes open judgement from onlookers.

» Those comments get to him. People thinking that he’s being “too much” and asking how you don’t get overwhelmed by his presence. But you quickly shut them down. Insisting that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the way Floyd acts. That he’s an amazing friend and any foul assumptions about him are baseless and come from ignorance. The way you defend him instantly at such comments only solidifies how he feels about you. He adores you. Rightfully so.

» Unfortunately, he still feels a little hesitant. He isn’t ready to tell you how he feels, but that just creates an entirely new dilemma. Seeing you with other people. Naturally, you’d be affectionate towards others, but if he witnesses it, he almost immediately gets in one of his foul moods. A frown plasters itself across his face and he angrily seats himself next to you, burying his face in your neck, vying for your attention. You always respond with a light laugh, telling whoever else you’d been talking to that you’d chat with them later. You always prioritized comforting Floyd first. Even if you didn’t know the root cause— even if you were unaware of his jealousy, you still provided that attention and comfort he needed because you were his friend.

» He wants so badly to be more than friends, though. He doesn’t want to see you fall for someone else. He wants you to look at him with the same adoring expression he sends you whenever you look away. Floyd just wants you to look his way. To see him in a romantic light. Eventually, he doesn’t care about the comments— the whispers that he isn’t good enough.

» Because he knows that you care about him. He knows that to you, he’s worth it. You’ve told him as much and he believes you over random strangers who haven’t taken the time of day to spend time with Floyd. They don’t know him like you do— and all he can do is hope that you feel the same.

✎ say the words !

» Floyd is, of course, the impulsive type. He’ll do anything so long as it entertains him enough. But with you, he wants to be careful. He doesn’t want to scare you off— to lose you. On top of that, he just wants you to know that the decision to confess— his decision to love you was not one based on impulse. He needs you to know that he’s serious, he’s deliberated, and he knows that this is what he wants.

» That being said, he doesn’t want to be too over the top or too scripted. You’ve always liked the unfiltered, real Floyd. The one who hugged a little too tight because he was excited. The one who picked fights and got hyped about it— that’s who you liked because it was the genuine him. After all, that’s why he loved you so much. You never wanted to change him, so it’d be an insult if he changed how he acted on your behalf. In fact, he could practically hear that echo of you telling him that you loved who he was now, not who everyone wanted him to be.

» Eventually, he settles on something cute, silly and fun like him. A cheesy, hand-drawn letter with eels, octopi, fish and bubbles spanning the cover— all penned by his own hand. He writes you a message inside, expressing that he really likes you (for real!) and hoped that you’d maybe let him take you on a date. Finishing the card, Floyd was all smiles, excited to give it to you. So much so that he can hardly focus on his work in Monstro Lounge. He brings it up consistently, saying how he was finally gonna ask you out— finally take that leap. Jade and Azul don’t have the heart to discipline him when he looks so genuinely excited, toothy grin and all.

» Making the card and giving it to you are two entirely different beasts, though. Rude, discouraging comments from other students really put him in a foul mood, and he doesn’t want to scare you off by being in a bad mood when he gives you the card. Though, he quickly reminds himself that you’d never be scared of him. That no matter what, you’d be there. So in his upset mood, he stomps over to you during lunch, draping himself against your side as he usually did, hiding his face in your neck. You glance at him and pat his head gently in response.

» “What’s the matter?” You ask softly. Floyd groans and pulls back to look at you.

» “Nasty comments from those stupid fishies… sayin’ I don’t deserve you. I was gonna give you something then they ran their mouth. I wanted to squeeze them so bad.” He muttered and you laughed lightly.

» “They don’t know a thing, don’t worry. I think you should give it to me anyway. What they say won’t change the fact that I choose to spend time with you.” You insisted. Floyd gave a happy smile, quickly digging the card out of his bag and handing it to you. You brighten at the design of the obviously handmade card, heart warming at the effort he made.

» When you open it and read it, you go silent. Floyd worries at first, preparing himself for potential rejection, but quickly notices the flush on your cheeks as you hide your face with the card.

» You hug him tightly and respond to his confession with a bright expression and a warm smile. A resounding “yes” that pulls Floyd right out of his bad mood and causes him to squeeze you tightly in his arms.

✎ at last , with you !

» If the rumors were bad before you got with Floyd, actually dating him makes things far worse. Constant whispers of how you could possibly date a monster like him, or if you’d even last that long. It’s a bunch of nonsense, though. Because you know Floyd. He would never hurt you and if they ever tried actually getting to know him beyond that scary persona everyone sees, then they’d know. They’d know that Floyd’s an amazing boyfriend.

» Azul and Jade are the first to find out because of Floyd’s mood swings becoming less frequent and him smiling more at his phone during his breaks. It’s confirmed when you walk into Monstro Lounge and he immediately rushes to you, seating you with an absolutely excited, adoring expression on his face. One that’s returned by you, no less. That being said, they support your relationship wholeheartedly. Jade talks with you and learns that your intentions are pure as can be, happy to trust Floyd to you. Azul realizes that while yes, Floyd got distracted whenever you came in, he tended to work harder and faster in hopes to have more time with you. And of course, Floyd was his friend. You made him happy. Azul would be insane not to approve of you.

» Your friends are certainly hesitant at first, Ace even asking if it’s some dare— but when they see how happy you get around him, they can’t help but cease any objections. Floyd lacked any sort of dark, scheming expression that they were used to whenever you were around. Instead, he slung an arm around your shoulders, laughing along with you. It was obvious that you both were a happy pair, but that didn’t stop them from being protective. Floyd got a very insistent “hurt them and we hurt you” conversation that he merely laughed at in response, saying that your friends never had to worry. Floyd would be the one to hurt anyone who dared wipe that smile from your face, after all.

» Expect many spontaneous dates when with Floyd. If you tell him you’re free at any point in time, even weeks in advance, you can expect that he may plan something on that day without your knowledge. If it’s night time and you both aren’t tired, he’ll sweep you away from your dorm and take you off campus towards the beach. He doesn’t care if he gets in trouble, because for you it’s worth it. You’ll spend the night splashing around, stargazing, just enjoying being together without the prying eyes of the student body watching you.

» He carries you back when you get tired, smiling down at you as he sneaks you both back into his dorm room. He lends you some clothes, and you two fall asleep intertwined together. Floyd does night dates often. Honestly, it’s because he likes waking up next to you. He’s told you as much whenever you try to insist that you have to go back to your own dorm. He whines and whines until you eventually lament, and he responds with a cheery smile. Floyd is your weakness and he absolutely takes advantage of that sometimes.

» A favorite date for you both, though, is when he takes you into the Coral Sea. You get to see his eel form, and he’s absolutely beaming under your admiration. No matter how many times you see it, you never get any less amazed. Floyd takes on an entirely different form. All the more for you to love, though.

» He lets you wrap your arms around him as he swims around, taking you to some of his favorite spots around the Sea. Unfortunately, it’s usually too cold to take you back to his hometown, but he hopes that one day he can. He wants his family to meet the person that he’s chosen— the one who loves him despite all of their differences. The one who doesn’t care about his slightly threatening nature, someone who was never scared away by who he was.

» But he settles for just showing you around the Coral Sea when he can. When you both leave, you’re usually absolutely exhausted, so you both spend the rest of the day relaxing together. As he looks down at you with a dopey, elated smile, he knows.

» You’re the one for him. You’re the one who’ll love him no matter what— the one who’s gonna remain dutifully at his side. You support him at all of his basketball games, visit him at the Lounge so he can still see you even if he’s busy— and you study with him when you know it’s hard for him to focus. You make him his favorite foods when you know he’s struggling, and you’re the metaphorical shield between him and all of the spiteful, hurtful comments that others spew. The ones you know effect him more than he lets on. You’re everything he’s wanted in a partner and more.

» As he slowly drifts off to sleep beside you, comfortable in your presence, he knows one thing for certain.

» Floyd Leech absolutely loves you. And he’ll do anything he can to make sure you never forget that fact.

— fin.

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rekisgay · 4 months

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jjk men react to you sending lingerie pics at work .

req! suggestive! incl: gojo, geto, toji, megumi, inumaki, choso

mlist! <— reblogs/comments r appreciated they make me smile :)

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rekisgay · 5 months

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Reporter: What's your type?

Karasu (who is dating Yn): I have a girlfriend

Reporter: So what's your type then?

Karasu: My girlfriend

Reporter: And what does she look like

Karasu: She looks like my girlfriend

Reporter: So what would you rate me out of 10?

Karasu: I can't rate you at all

Reporter: So what would you rate your girlfriend?

Karasu: She broke my scale because she is too beautiful

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rekisgay · 8 months

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Hello! Congrats on 143 followers! You deserve it!

Could I request Malleus, Kalim, Vil, Ace, and Jamil with an s/o telling them they're the best thing to have ever blessed her eyes?

A/N: ’M GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS SM 😭♥︎ I have a 3-4 characters limit though so I had to take out Vil and Jamil as I didn’t have time 😔 maybe I’ll add a pt.2 in the future with the two in it! I hope you like it!

Got me Lovestruck

☆Staring☆: Ace Trappola, Malleus Draconia, and Kalim Al Asim

Synopsis: Their reaction to Fem!Reader suddenly saying they’re ‘the best things to ever bless her eyes’

Warnings: Tooth rooting fluff, I don’t proofread my shit so prolly grammatical errors, missing words, etc. I’m sorry💀💀💀

Ace Trappola

You two were doing your usual trouble causing habits, only to be caught by one of the teachers and get sent to detention. “I cant believe we have to write a 500 word essay about why we shouldn’t balance stuff on top of sleeping people’s heads….” Ace groaned quite heavily slamming his head down his desk.

“Like, it’s not OUR fault they fell asleep where we are! That should be an unspoken rule! ‘never fall asleep around Ace or Y/n’ right???” He turned to look at you with a frown as his head still laid there, you giggle at your boyfriend’s frustration and reached over to play with his hair in attempt to calm him down from his tantrum.

After awhile he stopped ranting and just doodle on the paper near where his face rested on his desk, pouting but enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his hair. You found yourself chuckling at the boy’s expression, you always found it endearing how he made you laugh at any given situation…it was one of the reasons why you fell for him…

“Ace you’re one of the best things to ever bless my eyes y’know that?” You blurted out, a soft smile plastered on your face as you looked at him. Needless to say he stopped whatever nonsense he was doing and looked right back at you. Eyes widened and shocked from the sudden confession you’ve made.

Cue Microsoft shut down sound

Wouldn’t know how to react, like his heart is pounding and wants to kiss you right then and there but also a nervous wreck

All his ‘rizz’ that he’d usually brag about would be flushed down the drain, and he has now downgraded into a flustered speechless boy.

When you notice he was acting like a deer caught in headlights, you leaned in and pecked his forehead to bring him back to reality.

He wanted to melt, that’s what he felt like. He pulled you closer to him by the waist and just buried himself in your embrace.

You’d tease him but let him do that until his brain starts running again and is able to produce words.

Once he’s up and running again he’d gather enough courage to leave soft kisses on your collarbone as he’s still too red to kiss your face.

“I fucking love you, I cant- I don’t even- Ughhhh see??? this is what you do to me?? Oh my gosh…”

Malleus Draconia

You two were out on your nightly walks again and he’s going on a tangent about gargoyles while holding on to your hand, you listened and probably know what he’s talking about already due to countless times he’s mention this subject to you whenever it sparks up in your conversations.

Still you listened to him fondly, showing interest to his likings aswell, occasionally you’d ask him questions, and he’d elaborate. You loved how enthusiastic he was when he talks about the things that he likes, the hobbies he does, or anything at all if your being honest.

The horned fae’s voice was like that song you’ll never get tired of, suddenly a question from him cuts you off your train of thought “aren’t they the greatest creatures to bless this earth my dear?” He asks you. “I beg to differ” you protested, he was shocked as you always agreed with him on this, “oh? well then please do” he offers, awaiting for your argument. He was always up for a friendly debate.

You smiled up at him, “They’re not the greatest thing to ever bless MY eyes…because that would be you, my prince” and lifted up his hands to plant a small kiss on his knuckles. “And my opinion wont be swayed so don’t even try tsunotaro” you grinned at him. Suddenly though…your lover stopped walking.

He hears church bells ringing lol

He’d passionately but gently give you a kiss, you’d have to be the one who pulls away frist because this man isn’t stopping 🥹

He was already asking DEMANDING you marry him and ‘no’ isn’t an option. Already has your whole life with him planned in his head.

You’d giggle at his sudden statement and he explains to you that he wasn’t joking. You’d assure him that you knew he wasn’t but ‘not now’

He frowns, but understands and doesn’t push you any further (for now at least) He couldn’t leave you that night, so he stayed over and slept beside you. Coddling you with affection

Would be thinking about what you said to him everyday and smiling, he’d set the whole world on fire if you wanted him to, no questions asked.

After that day he’d keep asking ‘when’ you were going to marry him. And would be stuck to you like glue.

“Malleus…this isn’t your class” “I understand sir Trein but I simply cannot leave my wife…” “WIFE?!?!” “EXCUSE ME??!” “Mal go to your class”

Kalim Al Asim

You two were just hanging out in Scarabia, he was simply laying on your chest, content as he watched vidoes on his phone. These were the days where it was peaceful, the only sounds that were heard were birds chirping and occasionally small talk from the two of you.

Kalim was busying himself with the content his phone provided, making little noises like gasps or laughs from time to time. You just watched him, as his expression changes, finding yourself laughing aswell because you thought he was cute.

He’d look up at you from his phone and ask what you found amusing but you’d tell him that it was nothing and he’d just go back to doing what he was doing. This went on for awhile until he puts down his phone and looks up at you with a pout, “What?? You’ve been laughing since earlier, is there something on my face?…” he whines, climbing up the cushion to meet your eyes and lays down beside you.

You nod, so he starts wiping his face with his hands you only respond with a laugh again, slowly you took his hands off his face and replaces them with yours, “What? What’s on my face?“ he asks, “The best thing to ever bless my eyes” you answered and gave him a kiss. You swore you saw his pupils dilate.

Would cry 💀💀💀 no seriously he’d start tearing up.

You notice this and ask what was wrong, finding it a bit funny that your boyfriend just starts crying for no reason.

He’d burry his face in your chest sobbing, hands wrapped tightly on your waist, mumbling little I love you’s

You laugh at him for this as you thought it was adorable, you peppered him with kisses to make him stop crying.

When you ask him again he’d just say that he loves you so much that’s why he started crying. And once again burry himself in your warmth.

Would rub hearts on your back and leave kisses on your neck sometimes. When you end up falling asleep first he’d watch you sleep and tell you how much you mean to him.

Would always remind you that he loves you everyday from then on. Like ALL THE TIME, you have to tell him to stop sometimes ‘cuz it comes at the most RANDOM of hours.

“Y/n….?” “Hm???” “I love you okay? Very much…” “love it’s 3 in the morning” “I know, I just wanted to tell you that, go back to sleep now, I love you” “Hm…I love you too..” “I love you more-“ “Kalim…”

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rekisgay · 8 months

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MALLEUS DRACONIA ILLUSTRATED BY YANA TOBOSO HERSELF ON THE SAVANACLAW NOVEL!!!!! QAAAAAA😭💖💞💞💝💝

AAAAAAAA EVERYONE OMG 🥺🥺💝💞💝💝💖💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝 I COLLAPSED I TELL YOU IMMEDIATELY AWESTRUCK AND NEVER RECOVERED

I love how he looks so distantly stoic here... akjdjaks SHE DREW HIS EYES PERFECTLY THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED HOW YUU AND MALLEUS FIRST MADE EYE CONTAXT KSJJDKAJD😭😭💖💖

"so it was you child of man--" FOR THE THIRD TIME IN A DIFFERENT MEDIA DARLING!!! 😎😎‼️‼️💞💞💞

i think this is the scene from the manga✨✨✨ can we get an anime version of this too 🙏✨✨ to complete the collection of "Malleus slowly turning around to gaze at you while surrounded by fireflies'"💚💚✨🤭🤭💖

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Horns

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Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Gender neutral!Reader

Prompt:Horns+Aftercare

You had always been curious about Malleus,mostly his horns. You had always wanted to touch them but never knew how to ask. Last thing you expected was to finally touch them while he was fucking you.

“Sorry,I didn’t mean to” He grabbed your hands putting them back on his horns.

“You better hold on tight” His grip on your hips got tighter and he moved his hips faster than before. It was like he was a completely different person,it was like something in him just snapped the moment you touched his horns. You tighten your grip making him almost growl,quickly followed by him biting down on your neck. He was brutal with you,pushing himself in and out of you at a crazy fast speed. Almost making your eyes roll back,you knew you wouldn’t be able to look anyone in that dorm in the eye after tonight. You pulled him down by his horns and kissed him.

“Malleus” His eyes widened at his name,stopping completely to hear you out. “Harder”

“I’m afraid if I do that I might break you” He let out a quiet laugh.

“Then break me"

"Only if you promise to use the safe word”

“Promise” Immediately he picked you up and pushed your back against one of the large windows in his room,the sudden coldness on your back making you jump. He was pounding into you with so much force you were worried he’d break the window but surprisingly it stood strong against him.

“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you right?” He asked as he gently lowered you into the bathtub.

“Malleus,I’m fine. I wouldn’t’ve asked you to be that rough if I couldn’t handle it” He got in behind you,carefully pulling you back to him. He rested his head on your shoulder before he started peppering kisses all over your shoulders,back and face.

“I love you"

"I love you too”

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rekisgay · 9 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。what’s mine is yours

synopsis. suguru is a good best friend—he shares everything. just this once, he shares you too

— word count. 2.1k (it's short i promise)

— contents. fem! reader, reader is suguru's girlfriend, minors do not interact, virgin satoru <3, cuckolding, fingering, safe sex (who am i ?? jk suguru would not let satoru hit raw lol), petnames (princess, baby, and sweetheart), suguru teaching satoru how to fuck <3

— notes. dash pls look away. i am horny at 1 am

satoru, for all his big talk and loud front all these years, is still a virgin. suguru finds it a tad bit funny—but out of the kindness of his heart, he decides to help his best friend change that.

how? you, of course.

“be careful how you handle her,” suguru says with a sly smile, “she’s still my girlfriend—and i have to take care of her. isn’t that right, baby?” his gaze turns to you, finger stroking your cheek gently as you whimper.

“so wet,” satoru mumbles, fingers sinking curiously into your dripping cunt, flexing slowly to pump in and out of you as you whine. his fingers are long, maybe longer than suguru’s—but not nearly as skilled.

“yeah?” suguru chuckles, “bet you like that, huh? careful though, satoru—don’t get used to this. she’s still mine.”

suguru, the ever gracious best friend, has always been one to share. he decides perhaps he can extend the favor to include his girlfriend too—but you’re precious, sweet and kind and oh so doting. he can’t share you permanently. no, it’s a one time thing—after that, satoru will have to find his own perfect little pussy to savor.

“you really get all of this? all to yourself?” satoru marvels, thumbing your clit as you gasp, your hand reaching over to clutch at suguru’s pants. his hand rests over your, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he hums soothingly.

“yeah,” your boyfriend grins, “every day. whenever i want. right, baby?”

“uh huh,” you nod—and then you cut yourself off with a squeal when satoru’s fingertips brush against that sweet spot deep within your walls, making you flutter around him with a tight squeeze. he doesn’t find it as easily as suguru, doesn’t know how to angle and curl the tips of his fingers when he sinks into you.

and fuck, satoru thinks, suguru is so damn lucky.

“she’s a vocal one,” he chuckles, “you’ve been living the dream.”

“you should hear her when you use your mouth,” suguru chuckles—how embarrassing. you want to crawl onto his lap and hide away in his neck, hide away from satoru’s eyes that are watching you so carefully. satoru has good eyes—the best, even.

but you also like it. for some reason, when his eyes stare down at you with a darkened shade of blue you’ve never seen before, you feel the slick pooling from your core, smearing down your thighs and glossing over his fingers, wetter than ever.

satoru has that effect on people—even if he is a bit inexperienced.

“do i get to do that too?” he asks, sending your boyfriend a lopsided smirk.

suguru raises a brow, tightening his hand’s grip on yours before grunting a low, “don’t get ahead of yourself, satoru.”

“you said it yourself, suguru,” he chuckles, “what’s mine is yours.”

“not her,” suguru growls. and then, sweetly, he turns to you before pecking your forehead with a gentleness he keeps for only you. “you ready, princess?”

“princess,” satoru repeats thoughtfully, “yeah i guess you’re a bit of a princess, aren’t ya?”

“p-please,” you sniffle, tugging on suguru’s wrist, “need more, sugu.”

“yeah? he’s not doing his job, is he?” suguru pouts in sympathy, but his eyes are laced with amusement—like he’s enjoying the show in front of him. you’re sure he is, if the throbbing erection he sports is of any hint.

“hey,” satoru gasps, wounded, “i’m doing exactly what you told me—”

“here,” suguru throws him a condom, cutting him off, “put that on. you’re out of your mind if you think you’re feeling her. that’s only for me.”

“fine,” satoru huffs. you watch as he rolls the condom over his neglected cock—it’s red, swollen and aching, flushed at the tip and drooling with pre cum as he hisses when his hand wraps around it.

it’s pretty, you’ll give him that. satoru isn’t as thick as suguru, but he makes up for it by being a bit longer. he curves a bit with a thick vein running along the underside of his cock, balls heavy as they hang painfully, achingly full. he’s neatly trimmed—messy white strands of hair unlike suguru’s dark ones. you don’t know which one you prefer, if you could even pick one of you had to.

you watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his mouth parts with a low gasp when he accidentally teases the tip a bit as he clumsily works the rubber over himself. he’s sensitive at the head—just like suguru. gives those sweet little breathy whimpers when his slit is thumbed at. it’s cute, you think, maybe not as cute as suguru—but it’s still pretty adorable.

“go slow when you go in,” suguru warns, “if you hurt her, i’ll kill you.”

“she’s tough, she can take it,” satoru pats your cheek with a sly grin, “aren’t you, princess?”

“watch it, satoru,” you hear suguru growl, “don’t get too comfortable.”

“aw, it’s all in good fun, right? she’s taking it so well.”

you do take it well—you let satoru’s fingers play with your for ages, let him learn where to find that sensitive spot is in the back of your walls, let him rub your clit slowly—even if you ache for those fast circles suguru always gifts you with. and now, you’re even letting him slide into you, slowly but surely, inching his hardened cock into your impatiently wet cunt with agonizing patience.

“that feel good, baby?” suguru asks you once satoru’s buried to the hilt, splitting you almost in two as you breathe unevenly and nod. and satoru? well, he’s not faring any better—grit teeth and clenched jaw, panting harshly as he focuses on not cumming right then and there.

you’re right—way tighter than his hand, and way warmer too. fuck suguru for making him wear the condom, and fuck suguru for landing such a perfect pussy too. he doesn’t know how he’s meant to go back to using his fist after a taste of this.

“you can move now—go slow at first, and then go faster when she’s close. she likes that. and don’t forget this,” suguru’s hand travels to your clit, giving a soft like pat that makes you whimper before he rubs it with those quick circles you love so much. “she likes when you touch this too. they all do—so when you get yourself your own girl to fuck, make sure you remember that.”

“i know what the clit is,” satoru grumbles, “i’ve watched porn, y’know.”

“i bet,” suguru chuckles, “is this your first time seeing a clit in person? pretty, isn’t it? everything about her is pretty.”

“suguru,” you whine in embarrassment, burying your head back into the pillow as much as you can, “you talk so much.”

“baby,” he insists, “someone has to humble him. he’s all bark and no bite.”

“i can too bite,” satoru grunts—and to prove it, he angles his hips to pull out, almost completely, before thrusting back into you. you cry out—clutching suguru’s hand tightly as your tits bounce. satoru let’s out a choked moan, gasping as you squeeze around his sensitive cock, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.

it’s so good. suguru has it so good. you’re so good—perfect, even.

“f-fuck, more, need more,” you sob, and because suguru can’t help himself, his hand grabs at your tit, pinching and tugging at your nipple as he lets you squeeze his other hand in yours. “please, please—faster.”

“you heard her,” suguru hums, “she needs it faster.”

satoru’s good at fucking you—for his first time, he’s got your back arching and toes curling rather quickly. the blunt head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot with ease, long and curved enough to nudge against it with every roll of his hips. of course, no one knows how to fuck you until you see stars like suguru—but he comes to a close second.

your gasps have turned into long, wanton moans, and satoru moans in sync, head falling next to yours on the pillow as his breath fans over your shoulder with every harsh pant. his hips are rutting into you, slamming desperately as he feels you squeeze around him with every deep thrust. you can hear the squelching sound of your arousal as he bullies into your dripping cunt, smeared along the insides of your thighs. it’s messy, it’s rushed, it’s desperate and it feels so, so good.

satoru has never felt this good—and you? well….you have to admit you’ve never felt like this before either. it’s new, maybe not better, but certainly not worse.

“oh, fuck,” satoru groans, voice cracking as he whines against your shoulder, “f-fuck your so tight—‘s so good. so, so good….’m not g-gonna last much longer.”

“are you close, baby?” suguru strokes your cheek, watching as your eyes squeeze and your face twists in pleasure, “can’t have him be the only one cumming. that’s no good.”

“close! ‘m…’m so close, sugu. gonna cum,” you gasp as you nod.

if satoru wasn’t so lost on the feeling of your tight walls constricting around him, fluttering so perfectly that he almost feels like he can’t move, he might have protested that you addressed suguru and not him—he’s the one fucking you after all. it should be him you’re telling that you’re close, not your boyfriend. just because suguru is your boyfriend doesn’t mean he’s the one who gets to bear the reward for making you cum.

right now, that’s satoru.

“aw c’mon, sweetheart, you’re gonna—o-oh, shit,” he cuts himself off with a breathy moan, “you’re gonna make me cry. say my name too, yeah?”

“satoru,” suguru warns lowly.

“see? jus’ like that. yeah, pretty? say it just how suguru did,” satoru, murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe softly.

your hand, much to suguru’s dismay, tugs from his grasp so your arms can wrap around satoru’s neck and cling to his large figure as he towers over you, fucking you mercilessly. his pace is frenzied now—that steady ache building up in his throbbing length is about to burst, and that coil in your belly feels like it’ll snap any second too.

“s-satoru, please—‘m c-close, so close,” you mewl, “wanna cum.”

he grins, blue eyes raking over your body as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harshly over it in that way you’ve been craving.

“yeah? you close, pretty? ‘s good to hear. i am too,” he murmurs lowly, finishing the sentence off with a shaky gasp as you squeeze around him.

and then you fall over the edge—he sends you hurtling into your high before you can ever register it. it’s new, satoru thinks—it makes his hips stutter for a second when he feels you spasm around his cock like that, sucking him in and squeezing around him enough that he chokes on a whimper and cums right then and there too. he thinks it’s a miracle he held out just long enough to cum after you, thanking anyone who’s listened to his prayers of lasting. it’s almost impossible not to finish immediately with how your walls hug around his length.

by now, his hips have lost any rhythm they might’ve had before, sloppily rutting into you as he desperately rides out his orgasm, thick ropes of cum spilling into the condom that separates him from fully feeling your warmth. he’s sensitive—his cock is throbbing even as he lets go of that built up tension in the form of white, hot release. you milk him until he’s almost certain he’s got nothing left to give, dry and worn out from the way you pulse so harshly around him.

“so good—m-make me feel so good,” satoru breathes in wonder as he finishes, thumb slowing itself along your clit before his body slumps over yours.

it’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s a mess of limbs as he rests over you, still quivering over your body from the aftershocks of his orgasm. it’s earth shattering—how you make him feel. has he really been missing out on this all this time?

“you’re heavy,” you grumble, patting at his shoulder. he chuckles into your neck, catching his breath.

“yeah? heavier than suguru?”

“i’m careful enough to collapse next to her,” suguru mutters from the side.

“fuck, that was amazing,” satoru rolls over, sprawling himself on the mattress next to you, chest heaving as he breathes, “i see why suguru spoils you so much. you keep him happy, huh?”

“oh yes,” suguru drawls, eyes narrowing. gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs at you, making you sit up as you eye the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot of pre cum staining the fabric. “you’ll see just how happy she makes me in a second here—she’s good with her mouth too.”

idk what possessed me to write this i rly don't. all i know is i want them both carnally

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rekisgay · 9 months

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jjk man preferences in bed

My first jjk post, let’s have a sex talk huh

being drunk and writing smut is a whole mood >

cw - female reader mostly, sex description, blowjob, a little breeding kink 18+

Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto

• Gojo Satoru loves when you on top, looking down at him and control all the process, riding him like a horse, seeing you having a pleasure and moaning really load, or having a reverse cowgirl pose and looking at your booty bouncing on him, or when you sitting on his face, and riding his lips and tongue, cum right in his month. He loves doing a lil quickie when he busy, and you sitting and table, or some place, hugging your legs around his waist, while his dick are moving inside your tight walls. He loves when you giving him a head, and swallowing all his cum. He would like being a little bit rough with you, if you into it. He also would love imagine, or even watching how you playing with yourself, with this toy he brought you, jerking off to videos and photos you send to him.

• Toji Fushiguro loves being a hard dominant in bed with you, showing his strength and power, fuck you almost in all pose you can imagine, hitting from the back and pulling your hair, while you bending your back, and whispering a dirty talk to your ear, hanging over your body in missionary, squeezing your boobs and kissing you, while his balls spanking by your pussy, and you moaning his name, asking to came inside you. He loves when your legs ( if they are long enough) being on his shoulders, and your pussy are narrows even more, making him go crazy. He loves when he fucking your month, while he also grabbing your hair, and cum all over your face, and tongue. He also would love chocking you in a process, and spank your booty, when you will ride him, sitting on his laps. Loves when you call him daddy.

• Nanami Kento loves when you coming to his work place, when he staying late, and helping him to relieve stress, being under the table on your knees and doing a blowjob, swallowing all the things, while he quietly moaning, stroking your hair, and telling how much he loves you, and what’s good girl you are. He loves having a missionary with you, enjoying your beautiful face and body, kissing your neck and sucking your boobs, he will enjoy all the process with you, making sure you will cum and having an orgasm first, he also loves having a sixty nine pose with you, licking and sucking your clit, while your booty being right on his face. He would cum on your stomach, or jerking off his dick and came on your pussy.

• Geto Suguru loves having a chill, slow sex, enjoying every minute with you, giving you head, eating you, because he loves when your thighs squeeze his head from coming orgasm. He also loves a standing position, holding you in his arms, while your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you moaning so cute in his ear. Geto loves cum on your face, when you give him head, and would prefer to cum inside you, if you let him. He loves being soft and gentle during process. He would leave kisses all over your body. He also love when you giving him a handjob, when you don’t have a lot of time, or even in public place. He will praise you and your body, telling how pretty you are, when you sitting in his dick, being absolutely naked. You making him crazy, and he loves absolutely everything about you.

Thank you for reading 🤍

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#jjk headcanons #toji x reader

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rekisgay · 9 months

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Been thinking about this scenario a lot, but ex-husband! Toji, where you two are pretty chill with each other, even after five years of divorce. But the feelings between you two start to parade back after all these years, and it all comes boiling over after spending one night together.

A/n: Been a while since I've done one of these scenario thingies, plus this idea has been rotting my mind for a long time, and I needed it to get out, lol. I pushed back my Gojo fic to tmrw or Thursday because my brain was not feeling like re-reading 3-4k words while running on one hour of sleep. So, instead, we're dropping this in its stead. Sorry about that, and hope you like this while I fix the fic up later today :) Any grammar/spelling errors on this will be dealt with tmrw.

Cw: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - implied that reader is entering their mid 30s - starts out cute the first half but smutty the next, so minors DNI - implied that Tsumiki and Megumi are around middle school age; 12 (T) and 11 (M) - pining; Toji is whipped for you, I fear - Daddy kink - prone bone position + mating press - pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie, mama, princess) - cervix fucking - praise - itty-bitty-tiny overstimulation - closure; happy ending (?).

Wc: 3.4k (wow, way longer than the last one, lol)

Ex-husband! Toji...

...who you've divorced after being together for four years. It was a marriage built on love, convenience, and heartache. There is no denying that Toji loved you very much; if anything, the man would set the world ablaze if anything were to happen to you. Especially when you were the sweetest thing that blessed his presence and his two children who were young at the time — Tsumiki and Megumi at age three. The fact that you loved him as much as he loved you is beyond doubt in Toji's mind. However, somewhere down the line, you felt a "shadow" that you could not surpass nor fill — the late wife of Toji.

You could tell that Toji still had a piece of him that just couldn't let the memory of his late wife go, and you understood that. Hence why you chose to leave him, which was glum for all parties, but Toji understood where you were coming from and signed the papers.

...who's still chill with you after the divorce. You two promised not to act like complete strangers, especially with Tsumiki and Megumi being close to you. Just because the ring isn't on your finger doesn't mean you must change completely. The two of you are comfortable enough to be in each other's company, taking turns watching over the kids and acting like you're still married by poking fun at one another like the good days.

"Hey, big guy," Toji turns to the kitchen hallway where you're looking at him, his usual black coffee in his mug still sheltered in your apartment cupboards. "You look like shit; too tired to go to the clubs to find some minx to wow you enough like you used to?"

He snickers at your brazenness. "Shut up, brat. I could ask the same fr' you. Got some good dick on the side to help that attitude of yours, baby?" After checking around to see if the kids are nearby, you give him the middle finger. He chuckles before sipping his coffee.

...whose kids adore and love you so much that they secretly try to have you and Toji in the same place, which the two of you are entirely aware of. Five years passed after your separation, though that doesn't hinder the children from wanting you back in their lives again. Because to them, you are always a Fushiguro, and the love for you will always be there. It's there when you go to Tsumiki's soccer games and drag your ex-husband to find a better seat on the bleachers to watch her play. It's there when Megumi tells his father he "accidentally" left his baseball bat at your place and "unfortunately" now has to spend the night there (and you always receive them). And it's there when you promise to come along on family trips, like going to the zoo and taking pictures by the Panda enclosure with his daughter or going to the aquarium and listening intently to his son explain all the different types of jellyfish.

Toji can't blame his own kin for being attached to you because you are still a mother in their eyes. And so to his.

...who has his wedding ring on his dog-tag necklace but always tucks it under his shirt whenever you're present. It gives him a peace of mind when it comes to you because if he can't be there for you 24/7, he knows you're under his protection whenever you need it. But the thought of you knowing he still wears it makes him anxious, worried that you'll take it the wrong way and request he never wears it again. So, for his sake, he keeps you blind to this secret. And he wonders if you ever wear yours...

...who welcomes you without hesitation when you have to spend the night at his place because he notices you're too exhausted to go home so late. The only problem is that there's no other room outside the kids and Toji's. And as much you protest, expressing your satisfaction with taking the couch, your ex-husband disagrees and will carry you to bed, sneering to himself as you try to wiggle out of his stronghold until he smacks the bedroom door closed with his leg.

"I told you I was fine sleeping on the couch, Toji." You complain to him, yet your back is pressed against his chest with his arm around your waist.

"And I told you not gonna happen, princess." his hold around you gets tighter, pulling you closer for him to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You'd probably fall off and smack that pretty face of y'rs on the floor."

"I would not—You know what," you stooped from saying anything further to the man grinning behind your ear. You shift a bit to make yourself comfortable. "Goodnight, Toji. And thank you."

It takes every fiber in his being to not kiss your cheek then and there. Exhaling softly through his nostrils as he lays his head back on the pillow. "No problem, sweetheart."

...who the last time he had someone after your separation was not feeling it at all. You even said he is free to do whatever he wants when moving on to the next minx that caught his attention. You two are adults and shouldn't feel entitled to putting each other on a leash. Despite that, he knew moving on from you wouldn't be easy — especially in the bedroom.

The women he's had after you can only be counted on one hand. No matter how good the fun was with the others, his mind would always crawl back to you. It didn't matter how different their hair was, what they dressed that night, or how fucking good the sex was; you would cloud his mind in some way. They weren't you. They weren't his sweet thing.

...who's extremely perplexed in a nightclub when he sees you. He didn't want to go in the first place until Satoru Gojo barged into his apartment, dragged him out in his best attire, and left Nanami (another victim of Gojo's foolishness) to babysit Megumi and Tsumiki. And it was bad enough that Gojo snaked away from Toji to the dance floor the second they got inside, the raven-haired man almost popping a vein in vexation.

So the older man resorts to just doing the usual gig: walking around before sitting at the bar to ask for a regular beer. He stays there for nearly half an hour, taking sips of his bottle while sweet-talking to the ladies that occasionally find him and give him his number. Things got really loud when the DJ at the discothèque played "Up!" by Lil Vada and DonnySolo, all the party people crowding the floor, bumping and grinding each other while singing the lyrics. It was at this point that Toji had enough of the massive headache growing in his head, so he was about to down his beer and leave the club; Gojo be damned because the fucker could find his own way home and then some.

But midway through putting the beer bottle on his scarred lips, something in Toji's peripheral captures his attention. And his jade eyes go wide at what he sees.

Down to the right side of the dance floor are booths catered to bigger parties, so it's obvious to notice when a single person sits alone on one of the round tables while everyone else is dancing their hearts out. That one person was you, observing the dance floor with your head on your hand resting on the table.

To say that Toji was flabbergasted by the image of you in a place like this after all these years was tough for him to comprehend. Yet what really had him in a chokehold was how stunning you were. From where he stood, he could tell that you dolled yourself quite a bit. Your hair was kept in a style that displayed your face wholly, and you were wearing a beautiful halter-neck dress with slits revealing your thighs deliciously.

He forgets how to breathe when your eyes drift in his direction and find him. You're just as surprised as he is for a short moment, but you offer him a familiar smile and beckon him to come to your side of the club. The older man wastes no time, paying the bartender and making his way through the crowd to your table. When he's close enough, he can tell that your dress is backless, exposing your smooth skin that calls for him to touch.

And when Toji notices the ring on your left hand — the old wedding ring he gifted you — the world around him comes to a complete standstill.

"Hey, big guy." He snaps back to look at your beautiful face, your smile still there to blind him, and the booth far from the dance floor and music so he can listen to your sweet voice. You move to the side to make room for him to sit. "Didn't think I'd find you here."

"Me neither." He admits to you as he takes a seat, his green orbs never leaving your figure. "What are you doin' here?"

"Some friends dragged me out here for one of their birthdays. I figured I'd be here for a few hours and loosen up a bit, you know? But I don't know, I guess I'm just so used to being at my place that I'm out of practice with clubs."

Toji nods at your answer. "Yeah, I was dragged here, too. I'm with—"

"Gojo? Yeah, I thought so. He's right there dancing with my friends." He pans around to the dance floor to see commotion at the center. The snow-haired man was dancing as a crowd formed around him, getting grinded on by a woman with a "happy birthday" headband.

Gojo notices the raven-headed man staring his way, pulls down his shades, and winks. That's when the reason why Toji was brought here in the first place hits him. Gojo knew you would be here tonight because of your friend's birthday. And now that you two are sitting alone, the wink signaled Toji to make his move.

"....Wanna get the hell outta here?"

You giggle at his suggestion. "Yeah, I don't feel like watching my friends get pregnant on the dance floor."

Toji snickers and grabs your hand to lead you out of the booth. He then drapes his denim jacket over your shoulders to cover your exposed shoulders and back, and the two of you leave the club without anyone noticing a thing.

...who spends the rest of the night with you as if you two are on a date again. It's late, so many shops around the area are closed already, but that doesn't stop the two of you from having fun. From sharing a meal at a nearby diner, walking around a shopping plaza admiring the silent ambiance, and listening to old tunes in his car as you two share stuff about your day while holding hands. And the change of mood completely baffles Toji. Nevertheless, when he sees the smile on your face and hears the sweet tune of your laughter, the grasp on your hand gets tighter with every minute. All his intentions go into enjoying having you with him like this again.

...who stays by your side until he has to drop you off at your place, parked his car to walk you to your apartment door. It's 1 o'clock in the morning, way later than Toji ever intended to stay out. Not that it matters now, because it's all worth it being able to walk with you. He doesn't let go of your hand even when his heart dies a little when you two arrive at your door.

"Had a good time?" You ask while unlocking the door; your eyes showcase subtle exhaustion but are overshadowed by your smile.

"Sure as hell did since I saw you at the club." He confesses, your chuckles casting a spell on him.

"Hmm, I'm glad you were there too, Toji." You meant those words, your eyes gazing into his, and the man's plunged deep into your gorgeous orbs. A feeling that he now realizes he wants to be the only one experiencing with you.

An awkward silence for a few seconds prompts you to snatch your hand away from his, causing his stomach to drop. "Sorry, your jacket" is what you use to excuse yourself, moving to take off the denim jacket. But Toji stops you, his hands stationed on your shoulders to keep you still.

"No, it's cold, sweetie." His voice is hushed, only for you to hear. "You can give it back next time."

Silence comes back again, but the air is heavier this time. The awkwardness is replaced with something more solicitous, more affectionate. You notice it when Toji has yet removed his hands from your shoulders, his large palms warming you up to the touch.

"Toji—"

"It's alright, baby." His gruff tone is still a whisper, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. "I won't do anythin'."

"No, no," you don't know what came over you, but you place your hands on his chest. Then your finger touches something from underneath his turtleneck, having you pull his collar down to pull out the dog-tag necklace that still harbors his old wedding ring. Toji's blood shifts to ice cold when you see the accessory — his anxiousness spikes up to an all-time high, only mere seconds from combusting based on whatever your response will be. And it comes.

"I...I want you to do something, Toji." It felt strange saying those words with your shaky confidence, though it's what you wished to express. "I want you..."

And just like that, whatever restraint that the older man had for you was butchered away. Emerald eyes take in every feature of your anticipating expression, and his lips come crashing down on yours.

...who couldn't care less how late it is right now because he finally has you where he wants you after all these years. It's 2:30 in the morning, way too late for loud noises as they'll disrupt the neighbors next door. But, again, Toji doesn't care about that. When he finally has you lying under him on your stomach, screaming out his name while he drives his cock deep inside you, what is there to care about?

The two of you are in the prone bone position, where you lie flat on your belly on the cream-white satin sheets of your bed, your legs in between Toji's and bare ass out for him to have easy access to your creamy cunt that hugs onto him all so well.

Tears paint your wet and sweaty face, drool escapes from the corner of your mouth and meets the sheets beneath you. The harsh thrusts of Toji's pelvis hitting your ass with such precision have you see stars, and his big hands keep your arms still. All you can hear are the ecstatic cries of your voice and the noises of skin smacking together.

"Nnmph!! Haaaah!! Ahhhh, yesssss, Daddy, just like that," your voice feels strained from all the screaming you've been doing for the past hour. Lips are swollen from the constant biting, your butt stinging from the intense contact with your ex-husband's pelvis. It's hard to think of anything but the man above you and his dick rearranging your slit like his personal toy. You never thought you'd experience this exhilarating and rewarding sensation again. And now that you do, it's all you want to indulge in. "H-Harder, pleaseeee, I want mo—Ahhhnnn!"

Toji grinds his hips down to your ass, churning your insides and grazing your cervix to the point of incoherent babbles. "Mmmm, oooh, shit, fuckin' shit. You're too tight on me, mama." He gives you a sharp thrust when you least expect it, and the walls of your chasm clamping down on his length has him hiss. It's hard to believe you're permitting him to have you like this. It's been five years. Five years of respectful boundaries and keeping a platonic relationship. Five years of denying feelings of want and desire. All those years of heavy guilt suddenly lifted from his shoulders just for him to have you under his bow again, your body quivering and voice shaky because of his touch.

It feels so surreal...But, God, Toji missed this so goddamn much. Missing your eyes, your smile, your touch, your body. Just you. Only you. "Hnnngh!! Damn, you feel so fuckin' good, baby. Can never have enough..."

"Mnnaaaah! Daddy, I'm gonna cummm, I'm gonna—Oooohh!!" The tip of his shaft scrapes the upper walls of your vagina, your brain pounding so hard to the point it hurts. "Pleaseee, let me cum, Daddyyy..."

He can tell you're close and senses your orgasm climbing up with his. That's when the pace of his hips goes erratically fast, jabbing your sweet spots and tender cervix, causing more tears to come down and your peak to finally release for the third time that night. As you cream on his cock, Toji's not too far from his own crescendo. Your velvety walls contract around his member divinely, and the older man spills his load into your quivering figure.

You're allowed to experience the aftershocks of your orgasm as you two let your bodies calm down, Toji laying his chest on your sweaty, heaving back. He then slowly removes his dick from your chasm, and the essence of your unioned sex feels cold while sliding down your inner thighs.

"Haaaaah...Mmmm, thank you, Toji." You whimper out as he lays kisses down your neck and shoulders. "Thank you..."

But little did you know that it wasn't the last of it. Before you could apprehend what was going on, Toji already had you flipped over to your back, stationing your legs on his shoulders to a mating press. And you see that his cock is not limp yet...

W-Wait a damn second—

"T-Toji, wait, hold on!" You try to rationalize with the man who aligns his shaft to your gushing vulva, and your sweat runs cold. "It's getting late. I just came three times already! We should—Nmmmph!!"

The head of his cock slides right in thanks to the slick and come lubricating your opening. Adding his weight onto you as he pushes his length deep into your chasm again, you cry choked sobs when he meets your cervix again, and his pelvis rubs against your clitoris. "Sorry, mama. Just lemme finish here, 'kay? Daddy missed havin' you like this, so I wanna give you all of me while I still can."

...who has your fatigued self lying on his chest, rubbing circles on your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead as you feel the effects of sleep slowly creep up on you. The lights are now off, the moonlight bargaining from the curtains being the only light source as you two are ready to gather whatever amount of sleep you can get.

"Hey, baby." But before that, Toji wants your attention for the last time before you sleep.

"Mhmm?" Your eyes are closed, but your ears are still open to listen.

His eyes drift down to the left hand that lays motionless on his chest. The gem on the ring flashes softly for it to be distinguishable. "How come you were wearin' your ring at the club?"

A few seconds go by before you give him the honest truth. "Same reason you wear yours. I always wear it when going out somewhere or alone someplace. Gives people the idea that I'm not ready for anyone else."

"Then why not wear it when I'm around?"

You giggle breathlessly. "Same reason why you don't let me see yours. I don't need a ring when I have you with me. A ring doesn't compare to my big man who will love and protect me wherever we go."

And Toji doesn't ask anything else after that. He lets you fall asleep in his arms and listens to your breathing follow a melodic rhythm. Your words stick with him even when his eyes close, and he soon falls into a deep sleep.

It's far-fetched to think that you two will be married again. Maybe it's possible in his dreams, but not in the real world. Regardless, Toji knows he will always stand beside you and be there for you. With or without a ring that's merely evidence of your love to outsiders. He knows you love him, and that's all he needs to keep moving. And if he could have you as his wife again, he'd sweep you off your feet in a heartbeat.

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