#TR Side Characters x Reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bones4thecats · 3 months

Text

When Their S/O Saves Their Life

Type of Writing: #2 - Poll Result Characters: Izana Kurokawa, Baji Keisuke, Shinichiro Sano, and Emma Sano Name: When Their S/O Saves Their Life Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: When I read their deaths for the first time I couldn't stop crying, so, in devotion to their characters, I have decided to have this piece written! Rest in peace to these amazing four! Also, Shinichiro and the Reader are married in his piece.

Spoilers for: Tenjiku Arc, Valhalla Arc, and Black Dragon Arc

✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋆⋄✧⋄⋅⋆⋄✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅

🎴 His obsessiveness was going to be his downfall, you would swear to Kakucho

🎴 Izana was obsessed with getting revenge on Manjiro, for what? Merely being around Shinichiro far more than the white-haired male was, and this was starting to scare you

🎴 You were watched as Tenjiku began their assault against Toman, and it was getting bloodier by the second

🎴 The Haitani brothers were taken down earlier by those two blue-haired boys from Toman, and you could hear the surprise erupting from your boyfriend's followers

🎴 You were standing up where your boyfriend's allies were, and when Mikey arrived and they began their assault on one another, your eyes glimpsed down to Kisaki, noticing how focused he was on Izana's words

🎴 Once he yelled shoot Kakucho, you looked at Kisaki and saw him pull out a gun and raise it too shoot, then you saw your boyfriend snap out of his daze and begin to go to shield his friend

🎴 In blind rage, you grabbed his arm and swung yourself above him, sending your leg down to his head, successfully kicking him into the ground as everyone around stared wide-eyed

" Nobody hurts the people I care for, nonetheless some psychopath in glasses. "

🎴 Izana's eyes were glued wide as Kisaki groaned before passing out from your final punch to his head

🎴 Yelling at everyone to flee, due to oncoming police forces, only Takemichi had any clue of what you just did, you just did something that could fix this whole issue he has been attempting this whole time

🎴 You may have just saved not just Izana... but Mikey too...

⚖️ This was getting so far out-of-hand

⚖️ You knew what Baji's plan was from the get-go, since you disliked Kisaki just as much as him, the guy literally was a walking red-flag, but evidently, you guys were the only smart ones here

⚖️ Baji told you his plan, he was going to defect to Valhalla so he could get ride of Kisaki Tetta, the guy who both you and him hated more than anyone else

⚖️ Unfortunately, he jumped into action before you could warn him of what you heard Hanma say to Kazutora

⚖️ Hanma had been manipulating Kazutora, calling him and telling him that Baji had betrayed him, even though you knew that Baji was the one person to stand by Kazutora's side no matter what

⚖️ You watched as your boyfriend went against fifty members of Toman, you even watched as he hit Kisaki on the head with a metal pipe, knocking the glasses-wearing man down and got him to start bleeding from his head where he was hit

⚖️ Once you saw Kazutora pull out a knife and charge at Baji, and you lunged into the fight yourself, picking up a loose piston from a car, you threw it and hit Kazutora on the head, knocking him unconscious

⚖️ You heard Takemichi gasp and mumble something as you ran up and tackled Baji into tumbling down to the ground, and you could hear Chifuyu run towards you guys

" Are you guys okay?! Baji! Y/N! " " We're fine, Chifuyu. Now, get the others back, Baji, let's go now. " " But, Y/N- " " NOW. "

⚖️ Kisaki's yells for his divison men to grab you and Baji was loud, but you picked up a pipe as Baji took out his knife, and you could see what he was planning now

⚖️ Grabbing his arm before he could climb up the cars again, you swung him back and took the knife from his hands, throwing it onto the ground and smashing it, causing Takemichi to smile, why was he smiling?

⚖️ While this fight was far from over, you knew that you were going to keep Mikey from killing Kazutora, and you were keeping your boyfriend away from death, no matter what.

🏍️ You both were sleeping, curled up into one another as the night began

🏍️ He had wanted to stay at the shop while you wanted to go home, and, because of your issue of deciding, you guys flipped a coin, and it landed on tails, meaning you both were staying at the shop for the night

🏍️ Unfortunately, once you guys settled for the night, the sound of stuff being moved around in the shop emerged through the hallway, making your husband sit up and motion for you to grab a bat for protection

🏍️ He strode down the hall with you in tow, you were obviously spooked, but, your husband was an amazing fighter, and your bat would surely knock the threat out easily

" The hell? We gettin' robbed? Whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huh? "

🏍️ You gripped the bat tighter as the figure of a guy stood out, he was staring at you both, but neither of you could identify him closely, due to distances

" You little bastards... you're not gonna get away! "

🏍️ Gripping your husband's arm, you recognized the small boy, it was Baji Keisuke, one of Mikey's closest friends, why was he here this late? And why was he trying to rob you of the CB250T you had for maintenance?

" Is that you, Keisuke? " " Shi- Shinichiro-kun? "

🏍️ The sound of footsteps behind you strung your attention as Keisuke yelled out a familiar name, Kazutora, was he here as well

🏍️ Hearing Kazutora's light cries, you turned around and grabbed the bolt-cutters that he was about to swing, if you weren't there to grab them, Shinichiro would've been seriously hurt

" Kazutora Hanemiya, Keisuke Baji, you have some serious explaining to do. "

🥤 Why did Takemichi say that earlier?

" Kisaki, he's planning something big... I can feel it. Keep an eye out, Y/N. "

🥤 You shrugged your shoulders as Mikey, Izana, and Inui spoke, and you stood alongside Takemichi and Emma as they spoke

🥤 Due to your boredom, you stood there with your arms crossed, leaning against a stone pedestal, Emma just chuckled as Takemichi was trying to pull you away from the stone

🥤 You looked up at Emma as she laughed, and you just chuckled, pushing Takemichi back slightly as your girlfriend looked across the street and back at you

" You guys want something to drink? "

🥤 Takemichi and you turned around and you shook your head for no while your friend agreed

🥤 You watched as Emma grabbed the two drinks and began to walk back across the street, but, when the sound of a loud revving engine overlapped your thoughts, you looked up the street with them

🥤 A motorcycle with two men on it was driving really fast up the road, and the male in the back raised his bat whilst they drove

🥤 They were aiming for Emma...

🥤 Lunging up from the wall you leaned up against again, you yelled out for Emma as she froze in place, Takemichi wasn't moving for his life, why was he such an idiot?!

" Kisaki! " "Emma! "

🥤 Emma gasped and dropped the drinks as you tackled her into the ground, causing you both to roll on the street and hit the edge of the sidewalk, grunting as the adrenaline wore off

" Y/N! Emma! Are you guys alright?! "

🥤 You could hear the sound of approaching footsteps interupt your thoughts of Emma, was she alright?

" Yeah... we're fine, Takemichi. Where's Mikey? "

🥤 Oh thank God, she was alright... but whoever the hell dared to try harming your girlfriend was gonna pay...

377 notes · View notes

eetherealgoddess · 2 months

Text

TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦Idc how bad you want it, do NOT wake up to these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: You didn’t expect to see a man lying next to you in your bed, let alone him being a friend of yours from childhood. You almost didn’t recognize him considering the black hair that’s falling down his back and shoulders. His body curved to the side as you stared in shock at the back of his head. You peeked over and almost cursed when you realized who he was.

You don’t remember the night before but picking the covers up and eyeing both of your naked bodies, you could only hope you had used protection. When you eased off of the bed, you snatched your clothes off the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed at the hoodie and sweats that indicate you hadn’t gone to a bar or club. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t figure out how running into each other would have resulted in the two of you in the same bed.

Once your clothes were on, you rushed to the door to avoid an awkward greeting. You wanted to see if your parents had made it home and noticed anything. Yes, you’re an adult but you still live under your parents roof and they never liked Mikey. They always thought of him as a bad influence which sucked for you because you actually had a little crush on him. They forbade him from the house and at some point made it a rule for you to not be friends anymore.

Having been young, you had to listen. They’re pretty strict so the tracking device prevented you from sneaking around. Honestly, you didn’t have many friendships because of your parents so you would only go to school, home, and occasionally the park. You only recently were allowed to have nights out as long as you paid attention in your college classes. You were scared that your parents would kick you out if they saw the display so you hurried out the door.

The putrid smell of the house slapped your face, a palm going over your nose as your eyes watered. You continue to walk through the hall to the living room, gasping when you see the corpses of your parents. You gagged up vomit, belching and coughing as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body trembles as you drop to your knees, eyeing their unrecognizable faces considering it looks as though their faces were beaten repeatedly, a large gash in the middle of their faces with blood puddling around them.

Having thrown on his black pants, he followed the wails that woke him up. His shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his bare chest, Mikey’s dark eyes gaze at you from the hall. He hadn’t meant for you to see such a gruesome scene. The pill he put in your drink two nights ago should’ve kept you asleep at least for a few days. He planned to take you home today considering he got carried away the nights before, libido high from the adrenaline rush he had from ridding both of you of the blockage that kept you two apart. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you.

Jolting, you looked up at him from your kneeled position with wide eyes. He sets his hand on your head and crouches down.

“You’re gonna be good so I don’t have to knock you out, kay?” Hesitantly, you nod your head. He smiles softly before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take, helping you on your feet as you hold yourself up with shaky legs, gaze stuck on your deceased parents as you walk back to the bedroom.

Kazutora: You pant heavily as moans echoed throughout the room, bucking your hips up as your ex boyfriend’s thrusts meet yours. Your fingers grip his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock aiming deeper inside of your walls as he grinds into you, hitting your g-spot with each rutt. He moans into your ear as he nibbles and sucks your earlobe, one of his hands placed on top of your head as his other hand grips the cushion of the bed.

“Kazu, I’m gonna cum!” You whimper out as you grind harder against him, the head of his cock pounding against the erogenous zone that causes your hands to turn into fists as you throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches.

“Cum on this cock, baby.” His husky voice whispers against your ear as he continues the same pace, purposefully bringing you to an orgasm as you moan loudly, yelling a curse as you hold your hips in place. Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs a hold of your thighs, holding them up before thrusting at a faster pace, his hair draping over as he leans over, your hands gripping his shoulders once more as your mouth hangs open, feet next to your head.

The bed rocks as he roughly thrusts into you, cream oozing out of your pussy and dripping to your ass. You couldn’t help but release shaky moans as he used your pussy to bring himself to an orgasm. Your eyes widen as you watch his expression morph into the familiar look he makes when he’s about to cum.

“Pull out!” You yell as your eyebrows furrow from the overstimulation, hands moving to his chest.

“M’ gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy.” He moans out, panting as his hips become sloppier, his fingers squeezing your thighs tightly. You yank his hair back in an attempt to pull him out of you only for him to moan out as he thrusts his hips harder, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth hangs open.

He pressed his cock deep inside you as you felt his seed shoot inside. Both of you moan out as he slowly grinds his orgasm out, you pressing your hips against him as you cream out another orgasm. He lays on top of you as he pushes himself inside you more, holding himself in place to make sure all of his semen has nowhere to go but inside your hole.

“No, no, no! Kazutora, I told you to pull out!” You smack his sweaty back as he breathes deeply against your neck.

“It’s fine.” You both grunt as he pushes inside of you more, his arms hugging around your head.

“No it’s not! Now you have to get me a plan b!”

He sits up as he chuckles before pulling his hips back and shoving into you again before beginning a slow pace. You bite your lip to hold back from moaning.

“Uh, uh. You’re gonna keep it and we’re going to raise it together.” He grins as he holds your legs back up.

“Are you crazy? I have a fiancé now! I can’t get pregnant!” He pins your arms above your head after you try to push him off.

“That’s too bad.” He says before thrusting at a faster pace. He breeds you over and over again the rest of the night, your pussy full of nothing but his sperm.

The next day, you bought a plan b, walking to your car after you left the store. Before you could get in your seat, you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a chest with a knife against your throat.

“Take it and I will slice your neck and kill your fiance after sending everyone in your family the video I took of us last night. Do you understand?” He says softly against your ear. You nod frantically as he takes the bag out of your hand. He pecks your cheek before releasing you.

“Glad we got back together, Y/n. It’ll be good for the baby.”

Ran: You wake up in a penthouse, the huge bedroom displaying a luxury you’ve never seen in person until last night. You were surprised that someone so loaded would go to a run down club such as the place you work at and choose you, a low class stripper, to spend the night with. You wouldn’t normally go home with anyone, but this man was charming and beautiful. You could tell he was expensive just by his demeanor and what he wore. You had no clue why he spotted you, gazing at you when he first walked in. When you made eye contact, you knew it would be a good night.

He made it worthwhile, treating you delicately, all the while pounding into you from behind as his nails left scratch marks all over you. Whispering soft words as he talked you through each orgasm while shoving his cock so hard that your skin smacked loudly against each other. His hold felt good against you, bodies molding together as you gripped the sheets of the bed, his sweat mixing with yours as he thrusts deeply inside of you.

“Work at my club.” He says while tracing your arm as you lie on his bare chest, the morning light seeping through the thin curtains as your legs are tangled together. You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Working at his club brought you more money, as well as high end living. You moved out of your grimy apartment to a luxury loft near his penthouse. One of his drivers would give you limitless rides to wherever you had ordered. You made connections and created a better life for yourself, with his help of course. You’re clearly the boss’s favorite, damn near living with him as he always brought you to his home at the end of a work night. Even on your off days you would end up at his place, waking up naked in his bed.

Whenever you had vip performances, there was a no touch policy for you specifically no matter the circumstances. As you rolled your hips against a stranger’s lap, he grabbed your ass and pulled you onto his covered bulge, bucking his hips against you. You yelp as you try to release yourself from the man’s grip, only for him to hold you down and groan. You curse at him before turning and back handing his face.

He shoves you to the ground, standing up from the seat as he hovers over you. He pulls his arm back, ready to land a punch to your cheek. A bang echoed through the room as blood splattered on your face and front body. The man’s headless body pauses before dropping limp on the ground, his jaw hanging as red covers him. You pant as your eyes stare wide at the corpse. Footsteps come towards you from behind as hands reach around your waist and pick you up from the floor.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says casually as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Still gazing at the body oozing blood, you nod your head with a trembling lip. He rubs your back as you both walk out. When you both lied in bed that night, you couldn’t get the man’s headless body out of your mind. Sure, he deserved something bad to happen to him, but the way Ran shot him so effortlessly was a little troubling for you. Regardless of the mixed feelings you held, you couldn’t help the side of you that was excited that a man like him protected you from danger.

“You no longer work at the club. You only work for me.” You were forced to move in with him for ‘your own safety,’ as well as giving all your personal details to him so he can take care of you completely. He paid for everything and even dressed you himself. He really molded you into his perfect doll. You couldn’t really get mad about the lack of freedom considering you had no more worries. In fact you were a little scared that he would give it all up once another stripper caught his eye.

“I could never replace my favorite doll.” With that sentence alone, your whole mindset changed. You realize that what you were receiving wasn’t real. Everything was to mold you into his little object. His toy. You don’t know why it hurt you as bad as it did, but you knew you had to leave.

The next day, you told him, “I think it’d be best if we stopped seeing each other. Our relationship is way past professional and I want my own life back.” He only stares at you as he sits on his office chair, stoic expression as his legs are crossed.

“You’re having a bad day. You should get some rest.” He states. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I’m serious. This needs to end right now.” He stands up from his seat, walking towards you before gently grabbing your chin and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Are you sure?” He questions. You nod your head, ignoring his affection no matter how bad you wanted it. He releases you before walking back to his seat. He sits down and props his legs on the desk. You froze when you turned to walk away, a gun cocking behind you. You turn your gaze to him in shock and fear.

“Why do you look so scared, Y/n? You wanted this to end, right?” His expression shows a sly smile, elbow resting on the table as he lazily points the gun at you. Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he leans over the desk, both elbows on the table, placing his feet on the ground.

“Or, were you mistaken?” You couldn’t move, your hairs standing up on your limbs as you breathed heavily. Your body is tense as you eye the barrel of the weapon.

“Were. You. Mistaken?” He reiterated, awaiting a response as his eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes, I made a mistake.” He nodded, “Mhm,” before setting his gun on the desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom for a nap.” He smiled as he waved you off.

Rin: You hadn’t expected the drunken night to go as good as it did. Having been broken up with the day of, you decided to go out and find a random person to take home. Of course, this isn’t something you usually do, but you need something, or someone to distract you.

You had initially walked into the club with your friends by your side, but after a few shots the whole night became blurred, you all losing each other in the process.

The alcohol saved you from the thoughts that wanted to race your mind, instead you searched the crowd for someone who would be the perfect fit for tonight. Coming across a purple mullet, you knew exactly who you wanted. You downed another shot before reaching the upstairs dance floor.

You didn’t really care about anything but getting this stranger in your pants so when you reached him, you tapped his shoulder. You almost change your mind, anxiety forming when you see how attractive he is, though the alcohol in your system keeps you from folding to your insecurities.

“You wanna get out of here?” You question, swallowing your pride as his intimidating gaze locks you in a chokehold. You perk up at his smirk.

“Sure.”

Excitement causes you to grab his arm and pull him out of the club. He informs you of his driver and you allow him to take you to his place. When you both get there, you immediately pounce on him. Your lips drunkenly move against his as his arms wrap around your waist before pulling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. You make out as he carries you to the couch and sits with you on his lap.

After a couple hours or so, you both ended up in his bedroom, blankets all over the bed as you grind your hips on his face. His hands grip your thighs as you rest your arms on the head board, head back as you groan out. He smacks your ass as he laps up your juices, sucking your clit before flicking it with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm, you both sloppily give yourselves to one another.

When you woke up the next day, your phone continuously buzzed as a call interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you grabbed the phone and eyed the screen. You sigh once you see your ex’s name. Answering the phone you picked yourself up and used one of the blankets on the floor as a cover up. You glanced at the sleeping purple haired man and walked into his bathroom, closing the door behind you.

The conversation went with your ex manipulating the situation and you falling for it once more, a never ending cycle that you knew could end if you stopped fooling yourself. Hanging up and opening the bathroom door, you weren’t expecting to see Rin sitting up on the bed, half-naked as his body faces you with his feet planted to the ground. You greet him as you put your clothes on.

“Leaving to go back to your toxic ex?” One of your eyebrows raised at him.

“That’s none of your business. Can I please get a ride to my apartment?” He nods as he watches you walk out.

A week has passed and you and your ex are once again back on bad terms. You were on your way to his place to pick your stuff up so it wouldn’t get mixed up with the other women’s items considering he allows them to stay over. When you opened the door, your eyebrows furrowed at the dark living room. He just texted you so you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be waiting in the living space like he always does.

You gasp when you reach his bedroom doorway, his corpse lying on the floor with blood oozing from a bullet hole in his head, lifeless eyes wide open. You look at the culprit who sits on the bed facing away from you.

“What the fuck?” You breathe out, uncomfortable and terrified from the display. You could recognize the mullet from anywhere. He stands up from the bed with the gun still in hand.

“Let’s go.” He says, expecting you to follow as he walks past you. Because of the gun in his hand, you really didn’t have a choice but to follow if you didn’t want to end up like your ex.

Sanzu: You knew that even if you’re unhappy with your marriage, you probably shouldn’t have cheated. Honestly, it wasn’t anything planned but you really needed the drugs you had bought from the dealer you were recommended. Who knew that the one night stand would turn into an affair. Though there didn’t seem to be any emotional connection on your part nor did it seem like his, you couldn’t stop contacting him and yearning for the pink haired man in more ways than you should for a drug dealer.

You thought what you experienced was normal until you realized you might’ve caught feelings for your dealer. Unfortunately, when you confessed, you were answered with a blank expression as you both smoked weed in his car. You realized how stupid you were to have confessed to someone when you were married so you stopped buying from him. It wasn’t until he showed up at your house and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You continued to make out until you were on the sofa, riding his cock once more as you moaned out his name.

His hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you from below. One of his hands moved behind your head and pulled you to his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist, aiming his cock deeper to keep hitting that spot that makes your thighs quake in his hold.

“Fuck.” He hissed as you rolled your hips harder, grunting as his grip tightened. “You sure you want this?”

“Uh huh.” You moan out as you nod, head falling back as the sound of your wet pussy squelches around his thick girth. When the sound of the front door clicks open, before you could turn your head around, Sanzu pulls his gun out from the pants that sat beside him and aims it for the intruder.

“No!” You gasp just as the shot rings out. A thud follows as you turn fully to eye your now dead husband.

“Oh my…!” Your head is forced to face Sanzu, the hand free of the gun holding the back of your head as the one holding the weapon wraps around your waist, his thrusts starting again as he purposefully aims deep into your pussy. You moan out as tears fall, the pleasure contrasting with the fear and guilt in your heart. He pulls your forehead against his as he continues to fuck into you.

“This is mine.” He aims the barrel of the gun on your pubis, finger against the trigger. You stare wide eyed into his crazed blue orbs. “Only mine, got it?” You nod as he removes the gun and replaces the arm back around your waist.

He continues until you both reach your orgasms, riding them out against each other as you lean your head on his shoulder, questioning everything that brought you to this point.

662 notes · View notes

letstalkaboutshtufff · 14 days

Text

I’m Sorry I Wasn’t Enough

Neteyam x reader

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader Mate

Warnings: Mentions of Arranged Marriage, violence, blood.

Summary: A year after your marriage you are looking back on things, more specifically your non existent relationship with your mate. When something happens and you’re in danger how will Neteyam react? Oh and you’re injured?

****************************************************

Today marked the one year anniversary of your bonding ceremony to the future oleykten of the omatikaya. One year and one month since your life had changed forever

Neteyam te Sully, son of Toruk Makto… your husband. You remember it like it was yesterday..

The war with the sky people had gotten increasingly difficult, Toruk makto had been meeting with your Grandfather to discuss a potential alliance between the clans to aid in the fight against the sky people.

It was a shock to all when your Grandfather said they would only help if there was a blood alliance. Meaning you, the sole heir were to be married to Neteyam, there clans heir.

It was a smart move for all parties involved on paper. A decision that would strengthen everyone, combining resources, combining armies, combining… well everything. But happiness for everyone else unfortunately meant the sacrifice for you and Neteyam.

Toruk Makto had asked you many times if you were alright with it, to which you politely said you were ready to do anything to aid the cause against the sky people.

It’s not like you could have said anything else.

Your parents were not alive to defend you, your grandfather was a good leader but couldn’t care less about your happiness. “Good leaders need to make sacrifices for the people.”

Neteyam understood the same thing. He also wanted nothing more than to prove himself.

So you both agreed without so much as having more than one conversation together.

Within a few days you had packed all your belongings and were mounting an Ikran. Your new life awaited you.

A month later you were mated before Eywa to Neteyam. Bonded in every way except the heart.

Neteyam wasn’t cruel no but he was… serious. The heavy burden of war on his responsible shoulders. He was civil with you. Spoke when nessesary to you but other than that… you barely ever saw him.

His days were either filled with preparing for raids or the raids himself and he would enter your home pod late when you were asleep and leave at first light.

The only time you ever felt any sort of emotion from him was during your first and only mating bond. Connecting your queues forced emotion to flow through the both of you, and he had been gentle and caring. But you realized soon after that that was a one time occurrence and that warmth was not a thing your mate was capable of.

Well at least not with you. He was caring with his family, you’d watched him interact with them from afar. He was careful not to show this side of him to many but you did manage to see it several times before he noticed you were there, then he’d swiftly mask his face.

You really didn’t understand his coldness. You were mated for life shouldn’t you both make an effort to at least be friends?

You tried to be someone he would proud to call his mate. You helped around the village, especially with the wounded, you made sure not to fight with anyone and keep a cool head. You did everything you could but he never saw you.. never saw your efforts.. even though you saw his.

Over the year you watched your mate. You grew to admire his strength and character. Perhaps that is why it hurt so much. You had feelings for a man who barely acknowledged your existence.

You let out a deep sigh. The trees of the forest were the only ever witnesses to your sorrow. You adjusted your net covering around you. It was getting colder, your old home never reached cool temperatures so you were not prepared for it.

You really didn’t have friends save for Neteyams siblings. And even there you didn’t spend that much time with them seeing how much trouble they liked to get into. You didn’t want to risk upsetting your mate.

You would admit that you were lonely however. When you weren’t needed in the village you spent your time exploring the never ending forest that was your home. You weren’t raised in one so you were always venturing out and exploring.

Today however due to your more than usual sadness, what with it being your anniversary and all you had walked further than you intended.

You paused your steps hearing several voices up ahead, what were Navi doing all the way out here?

You slowly crept closer to the sounds but made sure to stay hidden behind the trees.

Your eyes widened when you caught sight of the Navi- no Avatars that were clad in military gear and holding AR’s.

You carefully moved backwards until you were out of earshot.

You knew you had to tell your mate. They were clearly dangerous.

You felt for the weird contraption around your neck, you never had to use it before. You pressed down on it,

“N-neteyam?” You spoke shakily.

A few seconds passed before you heard a click. “Y/n…? Is that you?”

You could hear the slight confusion in his voice. At least he recognized you.

“Y-yes um, I’m out in the forest and there’s these Avatars… but they don’t look normal, they are dressed in camo and are holding AR’s…”

“What’s you pos?”

“W-what?” You furrowed your brows.

“Your position, where are you right now?” He spoke a bit more sternly.

“I’m-“

Wait where were you?

“Y/n?”

“I’m not sure but they were standing in front of an old worn down building..like a shack… something from the sky people I think..”

You could hear an intake of breath, “Y/n listen to me carefully, you’re going to get out of there without making a sound ok? Get back here immediately.”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “ok I’m coming” you released the button and started to run as quietly as you could back the way you came.

Adrenaline coursed through you, you looked back several times to ensure you weren’t being followed.

You stopped to catch your breath, hopefully this was far enough-

“Ah!” You cried out falling backwards seeing a fresh bullet lodged in the now smoking tree beside you.

You quickly regained your footing and started barreling forward.

A round of explosive pops rang from behind you, debris grazing your back.

Oh Great Mother help me!

You cried out as another bullet whizzed right by your ear causing you to lose balance.

You heard shouts but they spoke in a language unknown to you.

You moved to get up when suddenly your queue was yanked back forcefully.

You hissed at your abuser, but he only smiled. Again he spoke in a language you didn’t understand.

“L-Let me go!” You tried clawing at his hand but he only yanked harder causing your vision to go white in seering pain.

Was he going to kill you? You wish you could at least understand what he was shouting at you.

He used your queue to turn you harshly around. You hissed again now able to fully see your attacker.

He only rolled his eyes said something that again failed your understanding and swiftly backhanded you into the dirt.

While you lay on the ground in pain he held a hand to his ear saying something into his comm.

You had to do something, he was going to kill you or take you back to the others…

Your eyes perked up seeing something glinting strapped to his boot.

You figured it was best to attack while he was distracted…

I guess it’s now or never,

You swiftly grabbed the knife and plunged it into his stomach.

“Gah! You bitch!”

You didn’t stick around to see his reaction, you were already darting away. You heard the cocking of his gun and immediately started weaving through trees.

*POP* *POP* *POP*

It was a miracle you avoided all the bullets.

You made the mistake of looking back for a split second and found yourself tumbling over a root.

You gasped and tried to right yourself but he was already there pointing his gun.

Your eyes met his murderous ones and you knew this was it.

You let out one more frightened hiss and watched his finger start to pull.

*POP POP*

You couldn’t help the cry that left your mouth but- why weren’t you in pain?

“Y/N move!” Suddenly an arm was yanking you up onto your feet.

“N-neteyam!?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was about to speak when moments later more gunshots rang out. You gasped seeing more avatars emerging from the trees.

“Neteyam get her out of here! Move!” Jake jumped in front of you both and motioned for you to run. A few Navi warriors aiding him shooting their own weapons.

Neteyam pulled you through the trees at record speed, he quickly pulled you onto his Ikran before mounting it himself behind you and flying away. His eyes scanning the trees to make sure no one was aiming anything at them.

“Are you injured?” He asked in that raw tone he used in the middle of battle. Serious and to the point.

You shook your head, not trusting your voice not to crack. That was the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him.

He sighed before adjusting his reins. His silence was like poison. Slowly seeping into you making you feel ten times worse then when you were just under that guys gun.

You were breathing heavily when he landed the ikran on the mountain ledge.

He dismounted first then held out his hand, you let him help you down thanking Eywa that your legs didn’t give out on you in front of the entire village who were currently staring.

“Neteyam!” Tuk ran up and hugged your mate tightly.

The silly siblings all ran up to you guys asking what happened.

“Are you hurt sister?” Kiri eyed you up and down wearily.

“I’m alright, don’t worry…”

“Y/n!” Tuk was quick to switch to you and you embraced her warmly wanting to ease the fear on her face.

“Everyone is alright Tuk, please don’t cry…” you stroked her back calming her down, or maybe you were using her as a buffer.

You hesitantly glanced up to where Neteyam was speaking to his mother. He looked pissed. Neytiris eyes met your worried ones for a split second, softening slightly before turning back to her son. Her eyes widened in some sort of threat before sighing and coming to you.

“Are you alright daughter?” She placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m alright…I’m sorry for all of this I-“ she shushed you quickly.

“Don’t, it’s alright, everyone is alright…” you sighed and nodded to her thankful that she wasn’t upset with you for putting her family in danger.

“Y/n” you sucked in a breath and met your mates eyes. You wanted to let out a whimper at the anger they held.

He motioned for you to follow him. Every step felt like someone had placed a stone in your heart.

He pulled aside the flap of your tent and looked forward waiting for you to enter.

With shakey breaths you ducked under and stepped into your home.

Your fingers pulling at your netted covering as a nervous distraction.

You had seen Neteyam angry countless times before, at warriors who disobeyed orders. At his brother for causing trouble, at anyone who seriously stepped out of line.

You shivered in place now that for the first time that anger was directed at you.

He yanked the flap back down and rounded on you.

“What the hell were you thinking!?” His eyes shooting daggers through you.

“I-I I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“Do you know how much danger you’ve put everyone in?! They could’ve followed you back to our village and done who knows what!”

“I never would have-“

“What were you thinking wandering around there!? That areas off limits for a reason!”

“I didn’t know- Neteyam I-!”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You felt the tears running down your cheeks and it seemed to trigger Neteyam to at least bring his anger down a notch.

He turned around letting out a sigh,

He hated you, that was evident now. He may have hidden his distaste before but now that you had finally angered him his true colors showed.

It only made your tears come faster. The adrenaline finally wearing off, you realized just how scared you had been. Your body ached, craving nothing more than to curl up and rest.

Not to mention an annoying pinching feeling on your abdomen that was getting increasingly more painful. Like a sting from a beertus beetle.

You ignored it focusing on the man before you.

He held a hand up to his neck, you could hear his father speaking on the other side.

They talked for a minute, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard that everyone was alright.

Neteyam ended the line and his head turned towards you. He seemed a bit calmer now that he knew everyone was ok.

Your eyes couldn’t handle his glare at the moment so instead they landed on the mat beneath you.

It was quiet for several moments, the air thick with tension.

“You are never to go there or anywhere near that area again understood?” He spoke to you like you were one of his soldiers.

“Understood…” your voice was hoarse but at least it didn’t break.

He nodded before turning to leave and meet with his father to discuss this new threat.

Your heard his footsteps start to fade which meant he was going to leave. Of course he would. Why would he want to stay with someone like you?

Your eyes were still glued to the mat. A beautifully woven mat that was a gift from your Mother in law. It was dyed in beautiful colors.

Huh? Did something spill on it? Your eyebrows furrowed seeing red droplets. Hopefully that wouldn’t stain.. was it juice? You hoped it-

Another drop, forming right before your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling, frowning when you didn’t see anything. Then something clicked and you moved your netted cover to the side, you expected to see a cut or deep scrape from your falls. But you felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on you when you saw it.

Why Great mother? Why were you testing me like this?

You let out a distressed whimper. Your eyes shot to the entrance where your mate had just stepped out of seconds before. You could still hear his footsteps.

You could call to him. He would hear you. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.. your mate already hated you. You would not tell him this and make him even angrier.

You would not tell him you had been shot…

****************************************************

You cursed realizing quickly that that was probably the dumbest mistake you had made. Because moments later you were too dizzy to stand and were sprawled out onto the floor clutching your side.

How could you get help now? Was this how you were going to die? It certainly looked like it..

You thought of your mate. He hated you, maybe it was…. You whimpered at your next thought.

Maybe this was for the better. He would find a new mate and be happy.

Yeah, you could do this for him… why should such a good person be miserable..?

But wait… would this damage his reputation? That he let sky people kill his mate?

Was this actually going to hurt him?

A Navi males reputation was everything. If he couldn’t protect his family who would trust him to protect the people.

No, you couldn’t be selfish. If you died, he would suffer in his position.

For the second time ever you reached up to your neck, fingers slippery from the blood.

“N-neteyam…” was that your voice? It sounded so different…

Would he even answer? He probably thought you were trying to make excuses for what happened. You tried calling out a few more times.

You felt your heart sink at the silence, it looked like he had shut the line off.

As your vision began to blur at the edges you realized that it looked like his reputation was going to suffer after all.

Even though you knew he wasn’t listening you held the button down once more, one final time…

“I’m s-sorry Neteyam.. I really tried to be a w-worthy m-mate.. I’m sorry I couldn’t do b-better mmh, p-pl.. please tell the p-people it was m-my fault not yours…I… I really did love you N-Neteyam, I-i h-hope your next mate will make you happy-“

Your fingers slipped from exhaustion and your vision failed you completely.

Goodbye my Neteyam…

****************************************************

Neteyam had never moved so fast in all his life.…

Ooooh a cliffhanger hehehe, also is anyone actually reading this? Should I do a part 2👀❤️

261 notes · View notes

dxstopiaa · 1 year

Text

Sinful Syllables

Synopsis: Name-spelling never exposed your lover’s dirty secrets like this before. [18+ drabbles]

Characters: Thoma, Ayato, Childe and Dottore x Fem! Reader! <3

Warnings: Pure NSFW content, interact at your own risk. [Content: Oral giving and receiving, Impact Play, Exhibitionism, Humiliation.] [ exposed myself with dottore’s part (>////<) ? ]

Previous <- Current -> Next

Thoma

Toys

“Ah—Dear! Please, Stop!” His muffled whines were whispered into your ear. Poor Thoma, he tried so hard to resist whatever scandalous plans you had, just for you, yet you’re pushing him to his limit. That vibrating cock ring you had begged him to try— the housekeeper was doing his best to not cum in his boxers, it would be more to add to his already busy schedule. You chuckled lightly as he almost collapsed onto you, opting to guide him to the bedroom to give him his long awaited reward.

Humiliation

He knew you still had some decency not to take the teasing too far in-front of the Kamisato clan, but that doesn’t mean you never done so. You think it’s adorable when he stifles a moan beside you when sitting together, rubbing your hand over his clothed erection. The worst part is that the other maids gave him a questionable look. Embarrassment glowed on his cheeks, covering his face from shame. He couldn’t believe how he had let you reduce him to such a state, maybe it’s that gorgeous grin on your lips—the ones he wanted to kiss so badly.

Oral

He’s inexperienced with giving oral— it’s messy and experimental but it never fails to have you cumming over his tongue from every sloppy kiss to your clit. You’re latching onto his golden hair, tugging on it with every wave of euphoria which hit you, pulling his face flush in-between your thighs. He’s treated you so well, this gesture should be reciprocated too, no? You’d trail your lips over his tip, sucking and licking the sensitive slit of his. Thoma whines and groans whilst you begin to deepthroat his cock, relishing in the feeling of your warm mouth.

Moaning

Thoma makes the prettiest noises— drag your tongue over his nipples and he’ll be whining and whimpering, run sloppy kisses over the tip of his dick and you’ll have a moaning mess of a man beneath you. Each touch of yours flowed pleasurably through his body like water and electricity, he’s always very sensitive. Don’t forget the pleads and broken begs he stutters out when you edge him for the first time, increasing in volume and desperation as minutes passed. “Ah..! Continue, i beg of you!”

Authority

While he is a switch, he’s more on the submissive side. Why you ask? He’s always so busy with his duties he longs for the scenario where he can just let go of himself for once. Your boyfriend is extremely tired once he comes back to you after a day’s work, so much so that he allows you to do whatever you want to him. Ride him? Sure, Thoma adores the way your body slides up and down his cock, evidently with his breathy moans. Just want to cuddle and cockwarm him? That’s completely fine too, he’ll fall asleep with you closer than ever. Some occasions he’ll be dominant with you if you’ve been teasing him for so long, but he always eventually ends up following your every command.

Ayato

Authority

Most definitely dominant, the commissioner prefers to be in control as he knows exactly how to make the both of you feel good. No doubt about it, he finds it endearing how you want to try and top him, but one way or another you’ll be beneath him, punished for trying to tease too much. Whether you want Ayato to be soft or rough, he’ll cater to your desires, just leave it all to him. He will send tides of delight wherever you wish so, on your delicate pussy or your pretty breasts.

Yearning

He tries ever so hard to concentrate on the documents on the table in-front of him, but the longer he stares, the more that unholy image of your unclothed body on the very same desk reappears. His dick throbbed against the tight constraints of his suit trousers, making it even more of a challenge to focus. The friction of his hand trailing up his cock reminded him of your ass grinding against his thigh whilst he’s working— it almost compelled him to invite you to his office himself. Only a few more minutes and he’ll have his way with you.

Addiction

He’s addicted to your soft pants whenever he’s pumping in and out of you—such beautiful noises from his beloved, but ever sinful. It’s futile really, you’re begging to the Celestia above that he’ll let you have your release, you should be praying to him instead. No issue though, Ayato can just fuck you harder and rougher until you realise your mistake and begin to sing melodic pleads to your fiancé instead. He deserves your attention, he supposes.

Threesome

“Relax, princess.” He coos, sending your discomfort upon feeling a second dick resting against your ass. Ayato had proposed the concept of his hydro silhouette mere minutes ago, but the idea hadn’t processed through yet from how hard he was fucking you, reducing your mind to a numb, stimulated mess. The unusual yet not unpleasant sensation of the sly mimic sliding his cock between your soft thighs before thrusting into pace beside your fiancé left you desperate for more and more. A mix of hydro and cum leaked down your legs and poured out from your cunt when they both finished inside you, the silhouette disappeared after Ayato dismissed it, he’d rather put his strength into caring for your exhausted body.

Orgasm

He knows you’re close, he can feel your wet pussy clenching him so tightly. Your moans grew in volume, as did your back arch into Ayato’s bare chest. Does he let you finish, or should be edge you till he’s the one cunning first? Both offers are so, so tempting that the Yashiro commissioner can’t make his mind up. If he’s feeling generous enough that day, he would ask you which you’d prefer. If he’s in a teasing mood, he’ll do the exact opposite of what you ask him, adoring those groans of frustration from your pouty lips. Perhaps you should ask nicely.

Childe

Cum

If there was one place Tartaglia loved to cum, it would be inside of you. Your pussy clenching around his cock in a desirous objective to keep his hot load within you. It was difficult for your boyfriend not to get hard again from how eager you were to please him. His cum is definitely thick and there’s a substantial amount of it—yet it doesn’t take long at all for him to spill all of it wherever he wants. Whether it’s all over his hands whilst showering, thinking of your ass bouncing against his hips or over your breasts, he can’t go a day or two without relieving himself.

Hypersexual

Sex was on his mind constantly, his mind often wanders to your body whilst he’s in important meetings or simply when you’re sleeping beside him. It pains him to have to conceal his hardness; it was something the immature man was yet to learn. Of course, he’d always ask you if you’re comfortable with his high-maintenance libido, just for you he’d be willing to learn self control. Don’t leave him waiting for too long though, or the next time he’ll be pumping into you for hours.

Impregnation

Everyone knows how fond Childe is of familial bonds— he adores the day he’ll be able to greet his children when he arrives from work, dedicating as much time as he can to being a good father. So expect to be held into a mating press with his dick, for once, slowly and carefully moving along your walls, ensuring he hits your cervix so he can fill it with as much of his seed as possible. He lusts over your soft moans, it tells the young harbinger exactly how contented you feel and how deep he’s reaching. Bonus for your husband if you beg him for his cum, he’ll have you in all possible positions to ensure all his sperm can reach your womb.

Lingerie

It’s not a new discovery that Tartaglia has the overflowing income he can spend without any worry. Why not buy you something to pamper yourself with whilst he’s here? Red’s his favourite colour to see, it looks so gorgeous on you. Lace, silk and frills are no exception to these garments, they’ll always be personalised to match you to so that he gets hard just thinking about it. He absolutely adores you teasing him by sitting on his lap or bending over in that skimpy short robe to reveal your delicate panties. So much so that he’ll just move them to the side when he fucks you.

Dacryphillia

Glossy, tear-ridden eyes greet his lusty ones as you try your best to keep it hidden. Cute, but it doesn’t work. Tartaglia will keep thrusting deeper and deeper until the droplets of salty water descend your flushed cheeks. Your pants and cries of it all being too much go unheard—no, ignored even, your boyfriend is too busy overstimulating you. “Awe, it’s alright, princess, at least you know how good i make you feel…mhm?”

Energy

A well-fought harbinger, determined in battle, you can’t expect him to be any less energetic in bed, can’t you? Childe can run on pure lust alone, he disregards any tiredness with the motive of chasing out every last orgasm you have for him. Most nights, expect around three, lengthy rounds—if you’ve managed to work him up or fill him with jealousy, oh no. Be prepared to be bred and fucked until you’re rendered half-unconscious from the pleasure. “Exhausted already, love? Ah, that won’t do, you’ve got more stamina than that, i know you do.”

Dottore

Diversiform

It was all just too much — your pretty mouth stretched open to accommodate for your husband’s cock whilst your delicate hands smoothed over his clones’ either side of you, their grunts drowning out your own cries of ecstasy. Not to mention the lookalike who was pounding deep inside of you, fucking you roughly with each chasmic thrust. Dottore cackled, chanting a compound of praise and coos. He should suggest his lewd ideas more often, he suggests. “Hah, love…just like that, my wife.”

Oral

Your lips were coated in his cum and saliva— Dottore would pull you up by your collar to taste himself from your sore lips, moaning loudly when you’d try to grind against him whilst you temporarily sat on his lap. It was an endless cycle of trying to fit his length into your warm mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks whilst gagging as he had thrusted too far down your throat. Your knees would be scarlet and bruised afterwards— but he knew you liked it rough anyways.

Toys

As, perhaps, the most skilled ‘engineer’ within Teyvat, the proposal of toys had been brought up countless times. Though of course, not without some modifications. Dottore often sat a few feet away, stroking his calloused hand over his dick whilst you pleasured yourself with his inventions. A phallic-shaped piece ravaging your walls, the automatic movement proving too rapid for your limits. Tears collected in the corner of your eyes, hiccuping whilst begging your beloved to fill you up instead. He merely huffed, accelerating the speed once more.

Tentacles

It wasn’t uncustomary for the harbinger to introduce all sorts of new fantasies, but upon witnessing you indulging in such filthy… aquatic novels, he had decided to treat you a little. Hence why you were strewn across his bed, tendrils from who knows where filling you up, the slimy appendages slithering over your clit and pumping against your already full cervix whilst you writhed and moaned, clasping onto Dottore’s hand as he relished in the obscene sounds. You were abandoned in the realm of overstimulation, barely able to slur some muffled pleads from your lips whilst the array of suction cups continued to suck on your sensitive nipples.

Objection

Tears threatened to spill from your glossy eyes when your beloved pulled out right before you reached your climax. He loved watching you force yourself back against his cock, your soft thighs hitting his own in desperation. So cute, maybe he should just let you have your release. On second thought, he recalls your bratty behaviour earlier and the doctor decides your punishment hasn’t finished just yet.

Restraints

Your husband ponders that you look beautiful like this— thick leather straps pulling and coercing your plush thighs open, swerving around your breasts and ass, squeezing them ever so slightly. The mere appearance of the constraints pulling you into submission has him painfully hard whilst he imagines everything he could do to you right now.

Embarrassment

“Look at you, already making a mess of yourself…” The doctor frowned, fucking the disobedience from your body mercilessly whilst he ignored your mewls of humiliation. He just loved seeing your strained expression, retaining as much dignity as you could when you’re literally being stared at by a trio of flustered, lusty fatui agents. The harbinger continued to cackle spontaneously at you, who trying ever so hard not to disappoint her dear husband. Dottore continued to pinch and suck your sensitive nipples whilst he rammed into you over and over again, so much so that you no longer cared who was observing.

3K notes · View notes

wishluc · 1 year

Note

Hello hello, may i request for yandere Diavolo OM where hes tightly hugging darling because he's afraid that they'll disappear? You feel his hands all over you body and he whispers how much he loves you while slowly crushing you body (accidentally)

✧ CW: yandere character, non-consensual hugging, non-consensual kissing, power imbalance in relationship

✧ PAIRING: Diavolo x GN! reader

You can't say no to Lord Diavolo.

He's always been kind to you, greeting you warmly, and offering to help make your stay more comfortable, but you've never realized just how hard it is to turn him down. You've become comfortable with agreeing with him, because all he ever asked of you before was if you'd like to show him around your hometown in the human world or if you'd like to join him for tea, or if you'd stay for a weekend in his place (and even then, he said it as though he wanted you to have a break from the chaos in the House of Lamentation and not for the real reason—that he wanted to monopolize your attention, if only for a few days).

But he's never been so...upfront about such an odd request. So when he called you to his office and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, you were at a loss for words. This was unfamiliar; Diavolo's affection had never gone past an occasional pat on the back and a warm smile. And he just doesn't let go.

He sighs against the top of your head and calls out your name softly, so only you could hear—like an intimate whisper, "why don't you stay here a little while longer?"

How did he expect you to respond when he had you in such a position? Your head was almost tucked into him, and your arms painfully stiff by your sides, caged by his own bigger ones. He didn't seem bothered by how rigid and inflexible you were, and not even by your lack of response, content with being able to hold you so close.

Any words you would have said would have been too muffled for him to hear, but you were already frozen in place, your mind racing and your head spinning. Could you deny him?

"Don't worry about the legalities of it all," he continues, "I could just as easily keep you in here with me if there's anything stopping my appeal. To be honest, I'd much rather it be that way—the brothers have had too much time with you since you've come here, and I don't want them taking any more."

A hand around you moves a little lower, and you're unable to breathe yet again. Sweat trails down your front as Diavolo brings you in even closer (if that was even possible). Where was this coming from?

Suddenly, he laughs, not the usually boisterous sound you're familiar with, but softer, and goes to place a soft kiss on your head, fondness clouding his voice, "I don't dislike them for all their antics, but I don't know if any of them know just how much I like you. It frustrates me endlessly to see them constantly all over you, smothering you, right in front of me. And if you were unaware, I hope I made things clear now. I love you."

Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, with a firm arm tightening its hold around you with the hand stroking your side, another finding purchase on the small of your back, and your body almost melting into his, he just had to drop a confession on you. A confession from the future king of the Devildom, the man who was overlooking your stay here, and the only one with the power to send you home—not that it seemed he wanted to anymore. Could you be honest with him? Could you tell him that you didn't feel the same and that you wanted to go home once it was all over?

Could you risk upsetting the man who was being so vulnerable with you right now? Especially when you were well aware of exactly what he didn't want to hear from you.

"I wanted to make this more romantic," he confessed, the hand at your back simultaneously rubbing circles and pressing you down into him, "I had it all planned out, but you'll be leaving in a week. I don't want you to go and leave me," the whisper of your name is heart-achingly tender, "I truly love you. More than you could imagine. More than I should. Won't you consider staying with me? I promise to keep you happy, even down here in the Devildom."

"If you miss the morning light of the human world, I'll find a way to bring it to you. If you want to meet your friends there, I'll take you myself. All I ask of you is to stay with me a little longer." The unspoken condition registers itself to you all the same—to reciprocate his love.

Your breathing stills for a moment when his grip suddenly tightens and he buries his face into your hair, kissing you over and over. It's almost too tight, but with his strength and size, any attempt at fighting back would have gone unnoticed. All you can do is wait for him to let go.

Just as you start feeling lightheaded, he pulls away and instead caresses your cheek with his hand, beaming down at you with that achingly familiar smile you had always trusted before swiftly pressing his lips onto yours. It was almost innocent, a quick peck—but you knew this was only him testing the waters.

"I'm so happy. I love you," he echoes the words again, though they no longer have an effect on you. The tips of your fingers and your tongue feels numb, and your head is heavy with sorrow. It doesn't escape you that you've yet to respond to any of his words or actions, that he doesn't care about how you feel. All of this was merely an illusion of you having a choice.

How did things turn out this way?

all works © wishluc. do not copy, steal or repost my works on other platforms. (including translations)

1K notes · View notes

kazutora-kurokawa · 30 days

Note

I’ve been waiting for your request to be open ! Omg yay 🥺🤍 hope you’re doing well !

Anyways, I’ve been dying for a FWB with the TR guys. ( your choice ) But they get mad when say someone else pays you attention or you hang with someone they don’t like let’s say it’s Hanma 😌😉

TokRev x Reader: Jealous FWB

♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, jealousy, rough sex, degradation, praise, oral->fem and male receiving ♡

Characters: Takemichi, Taiju, Baji

note: I'm doing good thanks for asking, I hope you're doing good too 🫶 I can't believe I haven't written something like this yet, like where has this idea been all my life lmao

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Takemichi

🍀 Probably starts crying when he sees you hanging out with another guy

🍀 Confronts you later on like you're in an actual relationship

"Y/n, how could you do this to me? I thought we were solid."

🍀 You're just looking at him confused as hell like huh?

🍀 You have to explain to him that you two aren't in a relationship and that he can't control who you see (and that the guy was just a friend)

🍀 He cries harder because he feels embarrassed that he thought you two were together

🍀 You make it up to him by giving him head, he feels a little less jealous when you're choking on his dick (fat dick Michi supremacy 🛐)

Taiju

🦈 Super possessive over you, all attention is bad attention if it isn't from him

🦈 Gets jealous over the simplest things, literally all you did was say hello to Koko and Inui

🦈 This man was throwing a bitch fit ong

🦈 He popped up at your house later to punish you and was extra rough with you

🦈 The sounds of his dick wrecking your pussy were absolutely filthy

🦈 He was degrading you the entire time too

"Look at you, you nasty little slut. Taking my dick like a good girl~"

Baji

🔥 He's relatively chill when it comes to you hanging out with other guys, just not when it comes to his friends

🔥 You showed up to a Toman meeting (to see him) and he was giving you the side eye the whole time

🔥 He did not like the way you were laughing and joking with them

🔥 He was salty asf on the ride home too

🔥 As soon as you hit the door he got you pinned on the couch and he's in between your legs

🔥 Eats the soul out of you and praises you the whole time

"So pretty, my little cutiepie, all fucking mine ♡"

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #takemichi x reader #takemichi smut #taiju x reader #taiju smut #baji x reader #baji smut #the way I be writing Taiju got me 😮‍💨🫠 this man could wreck me any day fr

220 notes · View notes

anisespice · 11 months

Note

hi uhhhhhhhhhhhh can i request the tokyo revengers characters walking in on the reader changing u dont have to do it if ur not comfortable sorryyyy

no discomfort here, anon! pretty tame request actually lol not sure if you wanted it this…detailed BUT thank you for your patience and for requesting - hope you enjoy <3333

pairing: college!tr x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. mentions of sex, dirty-talk, vulgar language, name-calling (pervert, baby, sweetheart, bitch, etc.), them literally being obsessed with you lol and i think that’s it — feel free to let me know if i missed anything :))))

notes: special thanks to @melanatedkink as always for her help <3333 and figured this format would be a lot more fun than trying to come up with several elaborate scenarios lol hope you guys enjoy!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05

They were waiting in your living room for what felt like HOURS (of which was only a few minutes) for you to get ready, eager to spend the evening with you. A little too eager. Without much thought, they marched straight to your bedroom and came right in. The sight before them wasn’t something they were expecting, but their reactions were for the books.

Delinquent.exe stopped working. His grip around the doorknob became so strong, you’d think he’d rip it right off the wood. Didn’t matter where his eyes landed, you were EXPOSED as the day you were born. And to make matters embarrassingly worse, his pants immediately grew tighter at the mere sight of you. You jump, obviously startled by his sudden presence, and shriek at him in protest. He's still standing there, borderline beatboxing as he fights between apologizing profoundly and gassing you up.

When CHIFUYU opened the door right as you bent over, facing away as you slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, your entire pussy greeting him was definitely not on his agenda for tonight. The noise he let out was between a choke and a squeak as he practically shoved his fist in his mouth, eyes wide as his face flushed vermillion. It didn’t help when his dick began to salute you, hands quickly reaching down to adjust his body’s ‘not-so-subtle’ response to the display. With a yelp, you tugged the skimpy garment all the way up in startlement, peeking over your shoulder as you shielded your bare upper half. You didn’t even need to scold him, Chifuyu beat you to it as he stuttered over himself, stuck between hiding his erection and reaching for the door as he tap-danced around the situation. God, the image was singed into his brain, he swore he could see it every time he blinked.

You couldn't even be mad, his stammering too amusing to even hold a frown anymore. Not to mention, the evident tent in his pants he so poorly tried to conceal; he looked so pitiful, how could you not fuck him out of his misery? But, don't forget to make him squirm for it.

" P-please...please, baby, I can't...I can't take it a-anymor-Oh!"

You took your sweet time sliding all the way down his throbbing length, pussy fluttering around him in pulses that nearly drove him up the wall, back arching as he whimpered distressingly. His knuckles were bone white from how harshly he gripped the sheets, teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he fought the urge to buck upward, not wanting to piss you off—You absolutely would leave him high and dry if he disobeyed your instructions to hold still.

"Tsk. Perverts like you should be grateful I'm even letting you near my pussy. Maybe next time you'll knock before barging in on someone changing."

He pouted at the dig, "...said I was sorry..."

"I know you are, 'Fuyu. But, sorry's not gonna cut it this time. Now be a good boy, and take what I give you."

[ also could be: SHINICHIRO, KAZUTORA, SOUYA ]

Immediately slams the door shut. Tries to play it cool, acting nonchalantly as he softly apologizes from the other side. Contemplates his next move when he goes back to the couch, set on not speaking to you for the rest of the year out of shame. Luckily, you made it known he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Shit-!” was the only indication you had of the door even opening, just getting done with sticking your head through the shirt hole as you caught it being slammed shut at the very last second. Your simmering guest stood on the other side, struggling to ground himself from seeing your bare tits all in their glory. Rubbing the front of his face with a groan, RINDOU had half of mind to just walk the fuck home and save himself the humiliation. The door was closed, for fuck sake! A clear sign that you weren’t…decent. Blaming it on living with Ran all his life, with knocking being a rarity, the walking mullet exhaled deeply before heading back to the living room, sitting patiently on the couch this time.

He'd properly apologize once you came out.

After a few more minutes, you eventually did. However, the expression on your face was far from what he anticipated. You looked... smug? Despite his look of indifference, you could tell how flustered he actually was. With a raised brow, Rindou defensively gave a sharp, “What?” as you continued to scrutinize him.

He half expected for you to call him an idiot, and lecture him on the importance of knocking. But, when you merely lifted your shirt up by the hem to expose your bare chest, borderline forcing him to look this time, Rindou ‘bout busted right then and there in his pants like a goddamn virgin.

With a playful pout, you replied. “Don’t you want a closer look?”

Hell yes.

Doesn’t get any closer than having you pinned down to the couch, your shirt discarded elsewhere as he sucked on your little nubs ‘til they were raw, blowing cool air on them to illicit more delicious sounds from your kiss-bitten lips. Both of his hands multitasked between fondling the squishy mounds and playing with your weeping cunt as Rin stretched you around three of his fingers, dead set on getting you ready to take his dick whole. Probably shouldn’t have teased him like that; he finna ruin you for anyone else.

“Was trynna be respectful ‘n shit, sweetheart…not anymore.”

[ also could be: BAJI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO ]

Isn’t phased at all, if anything he’d continue standing there and give himself an eye full. You can yell at him, throw things, hide, it didn’t matter—You’ve been keeping him waiting, might as well reward him for his patience thus far.

“Oo, lookie what we have here.~”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. A good couple of minutes had gone by while HANMA stood in the doorway, greedy eyes soaking up your naked, unsuspecting form until he eventually made his presence known with a low whistle. You squawked out various expletives, quickly ducking to crouch by your bed in order to hide yourself from the Peeping Tom.

“Ohmygod! Shuji, get the hell out!”

“Mmm...nah, don’t think I will. Kinda like the view from where I’m standing.” He all but giggled, too pleased with how flustered you were; how cute.

You seethed, face practically on broil as you started throwing anything and everything to make him leave—A slipper, the tv remote, a stuffed animal, even some of your discarded clothes. Not your best idea…especially when you accidentally tossed your underwear. Of course he’d dodge everything else, but that. The golden eyed devil caught it with ease, the hand marked ‘Sin’ holding up the flimsy garment wearing a crooked grin as he dangled it in front of his face; taunting you.

“Give it.” With as much sternness you could muster from your pitiful position, you held out a hand expecting him to relent. Of course, he doesn’t. Hanma snickered.

“You want ‘em? Come get ‘em, doll.”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. With your face buried in the sheets, a hand marked ‘Punishment’ pushing your back into a deeper arch while he fucked you from behind with the vigor of an animal in heat, Hanma thought he’d won the lottery. The way your pussy practically drooled around his girth with every hard thrust he gave you, your arousal smeared all over his abdomen and even dripping down his thighs, it was a wonder why he never thought to walk in on you sooner.

Even if you still bitched for the knocking, or lack thereof, he knew you weren’t too upset at him—Not with the way you were sucking him back in so eagerly.

“Ah!~ s-so…s’ deep in me, Shu..! N-Ne—Mm! Need you t’ slow down..!” You reached back to push at his hips, your weak attempt futile as he merely held your wrist behind your back. Hanma laughed, angling his thrusts upward to hook your sweet spot just to spite your desperate pleas.

“Had me waitin’ out there forever, [______]. Slow is the last thing I’m gonna do to you. Next time…lock the door.”

[ also could be: MIKEY, NAHOYA, RAN ]

#🍁wasabi #🍁allspice #tokyorev #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tr smut #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #chifuyu #rindou #hanma

531 notes · View notes

cozage · 11 months

Note

Hello! I'm always tempted to go anon because for some reason, I expect judgment from people who are here for the same reason I am. It's very silly. But anyway. May I please have Law and Luffy in an Ace-Marineford situation (captured by the marines and set for public execution) with their s/o being the Luffy, head of the pack coming to save them. But like they survive! Maybe their s/o loses a limb or an eye or is badly hurt or something, but they survive and are together at the end. I'm here for angst, not more Marineford related trauma!

Thank you for your time.

A/N: Im so glad you don't turn anon! And I'm so glad you're here :) Ohhhkay! I imagine this takes place in Dressrosa. You get captured during the escape, and the Strawhats + Law rush to come to get you in Marineford.

P.S. I realized you wanted Luffy and Law separately about 2/3rds through writing this story IM SO SORRY.

Characters: gn reader x Strawhats & Law

Cw: reader peril, fighting, reader getting injured, Marineford spoilers

Total word count: 2k

How to Save a Life

Looking down at Marineford, Luffy found it all extremely foreign. He remembered the platform where you kneeled to the world. But everything else was unfamiliar.

Of course, they had to rebuild a lot of it after Ace’s execution. Luffy remembered that much. The devastation that had been caused by both sides had been immense. But they had chosen to rebuild regardless. And now Luffy was back here again. For you.

His entire command of 4,000 individuals had come along with him, as well as Law. But Luffy refused to allow the execution to drag on longer than it needed to. The world government knew how much of a threat he was now. And if he didn’t get to you quickly, they would kill you in a heartbeat.

They had two Vice Admirals ready to perform the execution. Luffy’s conqueror haki wouldn’t impact them the way it had the last time. His best bet would be to get up close to you and get out.

Everyone was frozen, waiting for the first person to make the move.

“Please leave, Luffy!” you screamed, breaking the eerie silence that had begun the moment his ship rose from the sea. “It’s a tr-”

Akainu slammed his foot into your back, shoving you down into the ground to keep you quiet, and Luffy’s rage ignited. There was no way in hell that Luffy would allow Akainu to kill two people he loved.

“Torao-”

As he spoke to get the other captain’s attention, a blue hue appeared around him. It didn’t encapsulate the entirety of Marineford, but it would get him closer to you. Close enough.

“Ready!” Akainu commanded, and the two Vice Admirals raised their swords.

Luffy gritted his teeth, praying he would get there in time. He felt his surroundings change, and suddenly he was in the middle of the air. His hand slung back and shot forward. But even if he could take out one of the executioners, there was still another sword that would end your life. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the end. All you could do now is hope that Luffy and the others would make it out alive.

A fist met your face, and you could feel your entire body blow backwards from the impact of the punch. You could hear the sound of two swords smack against the wooden platform, and you cracked an eye open to see what was happening.

Luffy was soaring through the air, diving headfirst to you. He had punched you out of the way of the execution. It was such an idiotic but obvious answer, and of course Luffy thought of it.

He screamed your name, reaching out towards you. You could see the Marines tense, looking to Akainu for direction, but you didn’t care. The only person you cared about now was Luffy.

“Luffy, wait!” you screamed, desperate to get him to stop. You expected that Akainu anticipated some kind of complication. To him, you were just bait for a bigger fish. “It’s a trap!”

“I’m coming for you!” Luffy yelled back. “Don’t stop fighting!”

You knew he wouldn’t stop. You knew he didn't care if it was a trap. He had a panicked look in his eyes, only focused on you. So you listened to your captain.

As Akainu approached you, his hand began flowing with magma. He was expecting you to cower, to be frozen in fear as Luffy had been the last time he was here. And when Akainu went in for the kill, Luffy would sacrifice himself to save you, just as Ace had last time.

But you refused to let that happen. Luffy wouldn’t be dying for you. He wouldn’t be dying anytime soon. Not before he became king of the pirates.

You scrambled away from Akainu as best you could, giving Luffy as much time as possible to come up with some kind of plan. Your shackles didn’t give you much movement on the platform, but it was enough to keep yourself away from him.

You saw the outline of one of Luffy’s Elephant Gun attacks, and you braced yourself for another punch. The wooden platform splintered under you, and you felt rubber arms wrap around you, pulling you to him.

“Watch the sea prism!” you cried out, but suddenly Zoro was next to you. He looked startled, as if he wasn’t expecting to be there, but he quickly examined the situation and drew his blades. He sliced your shackles off and grabbed your arm, trying to stop his forward momentum. You all tumbled to the ground, Luffy turning into a balloon at the last second to cushion your fall.

“Stupid cannons,” Zoro mumbled, holding his swords out while looking at the Vice Admirals. Luffy stood next to him, gearing himself up for battle. Zoro glanced over at you and gritted his teeth in irritation. “Get back to the ship!”

You looked at the two of them, protecting you. “Luffy-”

“Just get inside Torao’s room,” Luffy reasoned. For once in his life, he actually made sense. “Then we’ll join you.”

You nodded and turned on your heels to run towards the blue hue in the distance. You didn’t want to leave them, but you were the Navy’s primary target, and you knew everyone would be coming to attack you. You had to remind yourself this was a rescue mission, and if you died, then everything they did would be for nothing.

You ran, fighting off Marines as you ran past them. You picked up a sword from a fallen soldier as defense, thankful for all of the times Zoro made you train with him. Marines were surrounding you slowly though, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer like this.

You had made a mistake. You knew that, and as much as you wanted to correct it, it was too late. Pain ripped through your abdomen, and you screamed out. A sword had found its way into your flesh, and you could see blood beginning to blossom from the wound area, spreading over your clothes.

You wanted to collapse from the pain. To curl up and die, to give in to the will of the World Government. But you had to find a way to survive. You couldn’t die now, so close to freedom. Luffy would never forgive you. You couldn’t leave him alone. So you stabbed at the Marines, sweeping them to the side and continued on your journey.

“Y/N!” Luffy’s voice came from behind you, screaming out in desperation. You were too tired to turn around and look at him, but you could hear the slap of his sandals as he approached you. It was all you could do to keep upright.

His arms wrapped around you, helping support you. The second you felt him, you leaned heavily into him, the adrenaline wearing off now that you knew you were safe. You still had at least 500 yards to go, but you knew Luffy wouldn’t let anything happen to you now. Your vision began to blur, and you suddenly felt very cold and very tired.

“Don’t give up yet,” Luffy yelled, shaking you awake. “You have to keep moving.”

Luffy’s voice held a certain urgency that willed you back into the moment. You blinked away the sleep from your eyes and kept moving closer to the blue hue of safety. It was closing in fast, 400 yards, then 300, then 200.

“Zoro?” You paused to look around for the mossy haired swordsman, but Luffy kept propelling you forward.

“He’s holding off the admirals,” Luffy said, adjusting his grip around you.

Luffy could feel you tense at that, but he kept moving. He was practically dragging you now from walking so fast. It was all your legs could do to not give out, but neither of you could worry about Zoro now. He was capable enough to hold his own against any enemies you faced, this was no different.

You practically flung yourself into the blue sphere, and instantly felt weightless in the air, before dropping onto the deck of a ship. You groaned and rolled over, face to face with a green haired man that wasn’t Zoro.

You yelped out in surprise, trying to scramble backwards away from the stranger.

“Oh man, you look like you’re in rough shape!” the man said. “Nothing you haven’t been through before though, right?”

You gave him a confused and irritated look, but he turned his attention from you and looked out. “A doctor! Y/N needs a doctor!”

“I’m a doctor, idiot!” You heard Law’s voice in the distance and felt calmer. At least you were amongst friends, even if you weren’t sure who they were.

“You can’t leave Mister Luffy and-” The green haired man spoke again.

“I’m not!” Law shot back. His voice was still strained, but it was softer when he addressed you. “Can you hold on a few minutes?”

You nodded, pressing your hand against your stomach wound. You needed to slow down the bleeding as much as possible. Your vision was hazy and you felt cold, but you forced your eyes to stay open.

A few seconds later, Luffy and Zoro appeared next to you where some barrels were. Luffy ran to you, covering you in kisses.

“Luffy,” you said, struggling to hang on to consciousness. “Tell Law I’m type F.”

“Type F?” he asked, looking at you with concern, but you had already given into the darkness.

---

When your eyes fluttered open, you laid in a bed with bright lights above you. There was a mechanical whirring and steady beeps of machines, letting you know you were alive.

“You were lucky,” Law said, looking down at you. “Incredibly lucky. If that blade had hit one more inch to the left and you wouldn’t be here now.”

You let out a shaky breath, scared of what could have been. “Thank you, Law,” you said.

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Saving me?” you laughed, which in turn made you wince in pain.

“I didn’t save you,” Law said. “There wasn’t much I could do besides close up the wound.” His eyes darted to the bed next to you. “What you needed was a blood transfusion, which he helped with.”

You turned your head slightly to find Luffy sleeping in the bed next to you. He had a bandage wrapped around his arm, but other than that he looked relatively fine.

“Luffy?” you asked, and Law nodded.

At the mention of his name, Luffy stirred, mumbling a strew of syllables mixed between your name and different kinds of meat. After a moment, his eyes flicked wide open, and he bolted upright, looking around frantically.

“Did we do it?” he asked, looking at Law.

Law’s eyes darted over to you, and finally Luffy turned, his eyes meeting yours. A wide grin appeared across his face, and laughter bubbled up inside of him.

“You’re okay!” he cried. Luffy jumped out of his bed and into yours, wrapping you tight in a hug.

You ignored the pain of your wound for the moment, thankful to be in his embrace again.

“Get off!” Law scolded his fellow captain. “If that wound opens up again we’re all back where we started!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Luffy said, still giddy with the fact you were back in his arms. He loosened his grip, but didn’t let you go completely.

You leaned in to him, trying your best not to cry. “Thank you, captain. Thank you for saving me. Twice.”

“I’ll always come back for you,” Luffy murmured in your ear, giving you a light squeeze. “No matter what. You’re stuck with me now, and I won’t let anything happen to you. That’s a promise.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x y/n #luffy x reader #cozage #✧˚ luffy✧˚

420 notes · View notes

xaeethebaee · 1 year

Text

Random NSFW TR Headcanons Part One

MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

As the title suggests, this is a list of headcanons for the Tokyo Revengers characters that are on the sexual side.

Warnings: Mentions of blood play, knife play, BDSM, and watersports

Hanma is pansexual as he does not discriminate when he's horny

Baji has sexually experimented with Mitsuya. He admittedly enjoyed it but knows he won't do it with any other man. (future Baji x Mitsuya x Reader fic in the works)

Ran has only had sexual experiences with two women in his life and both were from long-term relationships.

Rindou is actually the real womanizer of the Haitani Brothers

Speaking of being a womanizer, Smiley sleeps around

Which characters have a foot fetish? MIKEY, SHION, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Kazutora, Mucho, and Peh-yan does.

Hanma once accidentally sent Mikey a picture of his dick (Draken beat his ass the next time he saw him)

South had a girl hold a knife to his neck while he was fucking her missionary (he came in less than two minutes)

As established, South likes knife play. He also likes to be choked by his girl too. (Masochist?)

Who are our service doms? They are MITSUYA, DRAKEN, BENKEI, Wakasa, Akkun, Rindou, and Kakucho.

Kokonoi has a weakness for lingerie.

Kisaki regularly indulges with BDSM. (He LOVES to keep his subservient women.)

Sanzu loves fucking girls on their period. He'll smear the blood all over him and even eat them out when they are at their heaviest. (Therapy for him please.)

Mitsuya has given road head to an ex-boyfriend before. They almost got into a car accident. He obviously hasn't learned his lesson as he tried fingering an ex-girlfriend while driving.

Taiju LOVES being pissed on. He also pissed on and inside a few partners before. (religious people, man)

Pillow Prince/Princess: HINATA, KAZUTORA, Kokonoi, MIKEY, Ran, Izana, Hakkai, and Chifuyu.

South may have been responsible for a small chlamydia outbreak in his hometown

The champion at pussy-eating goes to SHINICHIRO SANO! The runner-up for pussy eating is Mitsuya, and the bronze is a tie between Draken and Hanma. Right after them is Kakucho!

Baji once got a blowjob in the parking lot right before a Toman meeting.

While we're on the subject of Baji, he lost his virginity in a public restroom to a random girl at a festival. (Yes, an exhibitionist)

Characters who have a size kink are HANMA, DRAKEN, TAIJU, MUCHO, SOUTH, and BAJI. (In Baji's case, it is less physical stature and more so his aura that makes his women feel small.)

Shion is downright submissive. He LOVES a mean girlfriend in bed.

Speaking of submissive men, Draken can get VERY submissive in bed and the same can be said about Takeomi.

No need to wear typical lingerie around Izana as a nice skirt or short dress will suffice. It's easy enough for him to fuck when all he has to do is lift the fabric.

Kazutora is so touch-starved that he got hard simply because his crush grabbed his shoulder when she happily greeted him (This too is also a fanfic that I am planning on writing.)

Speaking of Kazu-boo, he has the prettiest moans!

Last but not least, let's name all the guys who LOVE a pair of nice titties! HANMA, BAJI, TAKEMICHI, SMILEY, KAZUTORA, RAN, Mucho, Takuya, Mikey, Kazushi, Shinichiro, Pah, and Hakkai.

Part two will be out on Wednesday, March 1st.

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers hanma #toyko revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyorevengers #tokyorev headcanons

693 notes · View notes

bakubabes-tatakae · 1 year

Note

May i have mikey, mitsuya, and izana having a sex with they s/o.

I want to suck izana dick

Since there are a few characters on here I'll make these little drabbles for you. 😙 Here goes nothing, I think this might be one of the first TR requests I've gotten on here, other than Draken things anyway since that's my main mans right there. 😌

Genre: drabble

Character(s): Mikey Sano, Takashi Mitsuya, Izana Kurokawa (x reader)

TW: pet names, nsfw content, smut, 18+ content, fem!Reader, cunnilingus, oral sex, blow job, inappropriate language (swearing)

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

The way your name rolled off his tongue was intoxicating, and the way his hips thrust into your own was just as bad. Mikey Sano knew exactly what he was doing and he wouldn't ever let you forget it. The way your walls squeezed around his shaft over and over as they pulsated... and he couldn't help the small moans that accompanied the way that he slowed his pace. "Fuck, feels so good angel."

Your hips pushed back on him, matching his movements, slowing when he did to keep that rhythm. Every time you were with him it was like the first time all over again. Always making it special for you, no matter what he had to do. "Mikey- s'good. I'm so... so close."

Knowing that he had you on the verge of falling apart seemed to give him a second wind. He would never get enough of you. The way you sounded. The way you moved. The way your face scrunched up as you gripped onto the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. Everything you did was food for him, taking it all in as he took a fist full of your hair and tugged, speaking softly in your ear. "Mmm, gonna cum nice and hard for me? Is that what you're gonna do angel?"

"Y-yes. Just wanna cum. M'so close, fuck." Everything threatened to fall apart as your walls clenched around him. A warmth flooded your body as you rode out your high, nails digging into his back. That's what he had wanted and he was more than happy to be the person that delivered it for you.

Takashi Mitsuya

His fingers dug into the sides of your thighs as you squirmed underneath him. The way his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud felt like heaven, your legs trembling as he tried to hold you in place. "Now now, pretty baby. Don't go running away from me now. I'm not finished with you."

He taunted more as he moved a hand between your legs, loving how your face contorted as he spoke, the bliss almost too much for you to wrap your head around. "You always look so beautiful when I have you at my mercy. Such a desperate baby, who just wants to get that release. Don't you?"

You nodded your head quickly, hands covering your eyes as you tried to stop yourself from moving around as much as you were. It was futile as he nipped at the inside of your thigh, tongue darting in and out of your core as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit. "W-wait, fuck, I'm not gonna make it much longer."

Takashi chuckled against you, the vibrations sending even more pleasure through your body, coming up for air one more time as he coaxed you toward the climax that you so desperately wanted. "Isn't that exactly what you want, darling? To see nothing but white as you feel better than you ever have before? Go on. Cum for me."

Izana Kurokawa

His hand rested on the back of your head as he smirked down at you. You had always looked the best to him settled between his legs. He loved you, he really did, but there was just something that was so inebriating about the way you looked with your hands on his thighs and your mouth on his cock.

He hummed with contentment as he helped your head bob up and down, fingers wrapped into your hair. "Such a good girl. Making me feel so good, you know that?" A sharp breath left him as his cock twitched against the roof of your mouth. "Just like that baby, gonna make me finish early if you keep that up."

Your tongue swirled around his tip as you chuckled softly, every noise and every word that he praised you with was enough to keep you going as long as he wanted you to. The tug on your hair made a small moan escape your lips, the feel of it against his length making it twitch once more. He was close, the way that he tugged harder and harder on your hair with every passing second told you that.

Your hands reached up, nails running down his chest as you looked back at him with those signature bedroom eyes that you had always been so good at. "Can't believe you're still playing this little game after all of this time, but I guess I couldn't ask for a better baby, now could I?" His head fell back as he felt his climax hit him, a loud groan filling the room as he emptied himself out. "What am I ever gonna do with you?"

Taglist: @monic00l @strangeinternetwasteland @kyu-pine @kaissimpparks @nikiniki743 @saudade-mayari @mykuronekome @inu1gf @trinityjadec @passionateuchiha @gonuclear @stygianoir @animepickle7 @kaiyaki-sano

©️2023 bakubabes-tatakae, please do not repost/modify without permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

1K notes · View notes

sweetestdesire · 1 year

Note

!REQUEST!

Dark!Rafe. Obsessed with TR, who works at The Wreck. Follows her home and makes her his? In need of some dark Rafe from the best! ;)

WHEN THE BAD GUY WINS

WARNINGS: NON-CONSENSUAL CONSENT, DUBIOUS CONSENT, extreme domination, possessive behavior, kidnapping, bondage play, spit kink, stalking, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Dark!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Rafe Cameron finally gets what he's been waiting for.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is an extremely dark writing that contains extremely dark content that may be triggering. Warnings are mentioned above, so please read with caution.

Y/N finished locking up and tightly wrapped her jacket around her as she stepped out into the cold night. She was irritated; it was the third time in a week she'd had to close the Wreck because her manager had developed a tendency to get drunk at lunch and stumble home to sleep it off.

Although he was a really nice guy, Y/N was beyond done covering for him. His recent behavior was so out of character, and he obviously had a problem. First thing in the morning, she'd confront him about it and demand he either get help or she'd report him to corporate.

The streets weren't empty, as there were a few people scurrying home with their groceries, bundled up with eyes downcast to fend off the wind. Y/N’s jacket wasn't nearly warm enough to block out the chill; she hadn't banked on working late again. Though not practical for the current weather, it did give her frame a charming appearance.

Her lips were currently pursed together from both her foul mood and discomfort, giving her a pouting school-girl expression. In her hurry, Y/N walked quickly, and didn't take notice of the tall man who had been loitering outside her work, who was now confidently striding along in her wake.

As she reached her car, her breath left her in a surprised huff as a large form suddenly pressed up behind her, pinning her to the car.

"Don't scream.” A deep voice murmured into her ear. "Give me your keys."

Y/N gritted her teeth. Fucking fantastic. On top of everything, she was about to have her car stolen. Fumbling around her jacket, she handed them over her shoulder, a little scared to look back at her attacker.

"Now, get in the car.” The voice ordered, and fear began to twirl in her stomach. She couldn’t help but feel like the voice was familiar, but she couldn't quite put a face to the voice.

Y/N turned her head to the side, not sure what to say, only knowing she didn't want to get into the car with this man. The car's glass and metal against her chest felt awfully chilly, and in contrast his body behind her was unusually warming.

"It's not an option.” He cut her off, and she felt a large hand slide up her back and grip her shoulder. "I'm not going to leave you here in the cold, so I'll take you home."

Was he a modern-day Robbin Hood? Would he really take her home? Though he'd told her it wasn't an option. Wide eyes darting left and right, Y/N realized the wind might mute her cry for help. And perhaps the man would snap her neck for it. She felt his strength against her, easily holding her immobile without an effort.

The hand on her shoulder suddenly spun her around to face him, and she gaped up into his handsome, yet all too familiar face. Rafe motherfucking Cameron. The ends of his lips were curled upwards with humor as he took in her startled expression. Smiling smugly, he parted the front of his shirt and fear flashed up her spine as she saw the long knife under his belt.

"We're being watched.” Rafe said, pleasantly. “So you'd better kiss me, and make it convincing. Just pretend I'm your boyfriend and pulled a prank."

Y/N’s heart both leapt and sank. Someone had seen she was in trouble, but she had to convince them she was fine. Thinking about the knife, she smiled tremulously and tentatively reached up to put her arms about his neck as he bent forward, one large arm circling her waist and pulling her body firmly against his. His other hand moved up between them to tenderly cup her face and tilt it upwards.

Pressing his warm mouth to hers, his lips were soft and gentle, and slowly they parted and Y/N followed his lead, sharply inhaling into his mouth as she felt his erection press into her stomach. After about ten slow seconds, he pulled back and grinned down at her.

"I think they're convinced.” Rafe said, peering cheekily to the side where a group of three had changed direction and were retreating towards their vehicle.

"Please, Rafe.” Y/N breathed, feeling weak in his embrace, not sure whether her cheeks were flushed from the cold or her unexpected intimacy with a complete stranger. "I don't need a ride home. I have things to do. Just take the car."

She winced as he answered her plea with a chuckle. “Get in the car.” Rafe repeated, and though his smile was affectionate, there was a steely glint in his eyes that discouraged argument.

After feeling his erection, she knew he wasn't only interested in seeing her safely home. She told herself not to worry, when they got to her house, her boyfriend, JJ, would beat the shit out of him. Somewhat cheered by this possibility, Y/N meekly allowed him to escort her to the passenger side. Before he closed the door, he straightened with a knowing smile.

"If you run as I'm getting into the driver's seat, you'll discover what painful regret feels like." And on that threat, Rafe firmly shut the door on her shocked face.

On the drive, Rafe didn't say a word, and Y/N discreetly peeked at him now and then to try and figure him out. He didn't seem like a criminal. Thoughtfully drumming his fingers along the steering wheel, he appeared to be casually pleased with himself and completely at ease despite the carjacking, like they were a happily married couple driving home after a romantic dinner.

As the car pulled to the curb, she jumped in her seat as she looked out the window, realizing he never asked her for directions, and she then realized that she was in Figure Eight.

"You said that you’d take me home.” Y/N began, uneasily.

Cutting the engine and taking out the key, Rafe looked at her for the first time since they got into the car. She felt her heart stop as she heard his next words.

"I did say that I'd take you home.” Rafe confirmed, as though stating a simple truth. “And I have. My home."

"But, I…" Y/N stuttered, sounding as foolish as she felt.

"Yes?" He answered, and again the teasing smile curved his lips. In the next second, he was out the door and rounding the car to her side.

"No! Rafe, no.” She cried out, and before she could scramble across to the drivers seat, two hands firmly seized her hips and dragged her backwards out of the car as though she was a mere doll.

Her scream was cut off as one hand clapped over her mouth and the other circled her waist, lifting her. Y/N wriggled in his hold, kicking her legs out and squealing while he carried her up the steps of a large house. Hearing his deep chuckle aggravated her. The bastard wasn't breaking a sweat, and the icing on the cake was that he found her efforts funny.

Setting her down in front of him, his large hand on her mouth firmly held her head back against his chest, and Y/N writhed, kicking against the door, tugging at his hand with both of hers. His other hand efficiently located his keys, opened the front door, and using the force of his body behind her, marched her forward into the house's darkness.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Rafe sped things up by carrying her along a dark hallway. When he released her, she spun out of his embrace and landed on the floor, blinking around her as he turned on the lights and leaned his tall frame against the doorway. Large arms crossed, he watched her with amusement.

Looking about her, Y/N’s fears were confirmed. The house was large and expensively decorated. Currently in the kitchen, the marble floor she sat upon looked clean enough to eat off, and shiny enough to see her reflection. As she gazed around in awe of her new surroundings, she almost forgot his presence, and her eyes fearfully flickered up to meet his blue ones, quietly observing her.

"You can't do this.” Y/N argued, weakly. "This is kidnapping. I want to leave."

Rafe shrugged his broad shoulders dismissively, still watching her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Y/N whispered, wanting to know but at the same time dreading the answer.

In response, Rafe shifted against the doorway while his smile grew wider and his blue eyes seemed to glow wickedly. She realized her compliance on the drive over was a huge mistake; she'd taken an incredibly stupid gamble and was now paying the stakes.

Y/N nervously picked herself off the floor and gestured to him. "Please move, so I can get past."

"You should understand something, Y/N.” Rafe told her firmly, and she gasped at the use of her name. "You won't be leaving this house."

"How the fuck do you know my name?" She trembled.

"I know a lot of things about you.” He breathed, shedding his jacket and stepping toward her.

He was wearing a fitted shirt, which showed the best of his thick, muscled arms and wide chest. Glancing down at his discarded jacket, he pulled the knife from his waistband and dropped it on top.

"God, are you some kind of stalker, or what?" Y/N exclaimed in fright, stepping back as soon as she saw the knife. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"Don't touch you?” Rafe repeated, amazed by her naivety. Reaching forward, he grabbed her jacket and peeled it over her shoulders, and she hastily twisted out of his touch, leaving her in a silk singlet and black skirt.

"I have a boyfriend, and he'll make you pay for this.” Y/N threatened shakily, tripping back from him and placing both palms against the smooth, white wall behind her, feeling its coolness against her bare arms. In response to her threat, his eyebrows shot upwards with exaggerated fear.

“Oh, no.” Rafe replied, with comically feigned surprise. “I didn't think of that. Remind me to be ready for JJ, if he ever figures out where you are." He ended the sentence with a chuckle, and Y/N’s chest seized up with fear.

Looking around, it was actually a very large kitchen, the size that would cater well for big family gatherings. It was also very organized, and there was nothing left out on the clean, bare counters. No frying pan, no knives. Y/N doubted he'd give her time to rummage through his cupboards in search of a weapon.

"Are you hungry?" Rafe casually asked, tilting his head at her.

She shook her head. "Why am I here?"

"Haven’t I made that obvious by now? You’re here to be with me.” Rafe confirmed, simply.

"But I don't want to be here!" Y/N argued, raking an unsteady hand through her hair.

"Well,” Rafe replied, shrugging his broad shoulders, "that's too bad."

Looking into her face, he straightened up and his expression changed. His breathing quickened as his blue eyes drifted over her pretty face to rest on her mouth.

"Actually, I am hungry.” Y/N stammered lamely, noticing the way he was looking at her.

"I think you're lying.” Rafe grinned, walking up to her until she was pinned between him and the wall, one large hand positioned on either side of her. "I think you're stalling."

"No.” She lied, turning her face to the side as he pressed forward, reaching up to brush away strands of her hair and lowering his head to kiss her temple. "I'm hungry, I really am.” Y/N insisted shrilly, feebly pushing against his wide chest.

"Sure you are.” Rafe chuckled, and she squealed as he suddenly gripped her hips and lifted her up and over his shoulder.

"Rafe, stop!” She shrieked, struggling as he carried her into the next room, hit the lights, and began to walk up a wide, curved staircase.

Rafe didn't answer, he just continued to the top of the steps, following onto a corridor lined with old paintings. Casually strolling along, he didn't rush as she screamed over his shoulder, calling him every creative insult she could think of.

"Damn, Y/N.” Rafe commented cheerfully, and one hand slid from her hip to curve over a perfectly rounded ass, while the other held her legs down as she tried to kick. “You’re a lot more fun than I expected."

Quickly becoming tired from her efforts, Y/N pleaded with him. "Please, Rafe.” She begged breathlessly, as they entered a large bedroom with ocean-blue walls, in the centre of which stood a king-size bed with thick, mahogany posts. "Please, set me down. Let's talk."

"Okay.” He replied, tossing her onto the bed.

Before she could scramble up, Rafe was upon her, and he easily caught her hands and tied each wrist to a black silk scarf, conveniently attached to the bedposts. Arms spread wide, she began to cry, angrily kicking at him as he trapped one leg at a time, securing her ankles to scarves tied to the lower posts.

Now, Y/N was helpless, spread-eagled on his bed, her gorgeous features sensually illuminated by moonlight. Rafe’s eyes greedily ran over her soft, flawless skin, locks splayed across his pillow, wide eyes blinking at him, lips parted as she panted. She looked like a fallen angel who had wandered into a devil's trap. Every delicious inch of her completely at his mercy.

"Oh, God. No, no, no. Please, Rafe.” Y/N blubbered, straining against the silk as he removed her shoes and sat back on his heels to watch her.

"You look great.” Rafe said, encouragingly. “Just as I imagined." His large chest broadly expanded as he watched her writhe sexily on the bed. He couldn't count how many times he'd masturbated imagining this scenario.

"At least tell me why.” Y/N cried, desperately. "Why me?"

Rafe’s handsome face was temporarily serious as he thought about it. "I don't know.” He said, honestly. “I just know how I feel. How I felt when I walked into the Wreck a few months ago." His face tightened with anger. "How I felt when I saw you with your boyfriend, treating him like he's God's gift to women, when you could be with me instead."

"Please, Rafe. I love him.” Y/N sobbed, tears running down her face, petrified that Rafe might be a psycho-killer and she'd never see JJ again, never tell him one last time that she loves him.

"Don't fucking say that shit in front of me!" He screamed, angrily slamming his fist against the bedpost.

Rafe crawled forward on top of her until his face hovered above hers, cupping her cheeks with both hands as she tried to control her panicked breathing.

"You can never talk about him, ever.” Rafe whispered, sliding his hands down over her neck to seize her breasts through her singlet, making her whimper.

Again, hypnotised by her mouth, Rafe kissed her, a hand sliding over her face to force her lips open, darting his tongue into her mouth. She arched her back to escape from his kiss, but it only spurred him on as her breasts pressed against his chest, and he reached one hand down to roll a nipple between his fingers though the silk, feeling it harden to his touch.

"No.” Y/N whispered against his mouth, feeling his hands slide down her legs and up her toned thighs, bunching her skirt up around her waist, fingers dancing along the crotch of her purple lace panties between her spread legs.

"A skirt in this weather? Interesting choice.” Rafe mocked her, shaking his head.

Feeling her body tremble beneath him, he cupped her pussy as though to comfort her. Panicking, she bucked against his hand, trying to shift it.

"Sh, you have nothing to be afraid of, Y/N.” Rafe hushed her, his lips moving across her cheeks as he deftly pulled her underwear to the side and gently brushed her pussy lips with this thumb.

"Oh.” Y/N gasped, her eyes widening and she jolted against him in outrage as he touched her intimately.

"It feels so good to touch you, baby.” Rafe moaned, tugging her earlobe with his teeth.

Rafe probed around her entrance with his fingers, slightly dipping one inside, loving how her legs tensed and her ankles tugged against the silk restraints. He took his hand from her pussy to lick his fingers as she stared up at him, terrified.

"You're sick!" Y/N breathed, her eyes glinting at him indignantly.

"Yeah,” Rafe sighed, “I'm sick. Love sick, that is." He smirked, mercilessly.

Again, his hand found its way between her legs, this time sliding an entire finger inside her, and she groaned in frustration as she felt a thrill shoot up her spine.

“You're so fucking tight.” Rafe grinned. "You're going to love being stretched by me."

"Oh, my God." Y/N shook her head frantically, trying to separate her mind from her body as he slowly finger-fucked her. "Don’t, Rafe. Please, just listen to me.”

"I am.” He murmured. “I'm listening to your body. You should, too."

His hand left her pussy and moved up to trace her mouth with his fingers, glistening with her juices. Her lashes fanned her cheeks as she quickly shut her eyes and turned away in disgust, but his hand chased her, forcing his fingers into her mouth and over her tongue.

"Here you go, here's proof. This is all you, sweetheart.” Rafe told her. "Fuck!" He snapped, quickly withdrawing his hand when she bit down on his fingers.

Y/N found the look of offended surprise on his face extremely insulting. What the fuck did he expect? That she'd thank him?

"Yes, it's all me, you fucker.” Y/N snarled, glaring at him, feeling helpless and humiliated, angered by the realization that he wasn't going to listen to her and she couldn't stop him. "And it's because I'm thinking about JJ!" She shouted. "I'm wet for JJ, not you, you pathetic asshole!"

Seeing his fists clench, Y/N knew she'd gotten to him as the smug desire faded from his eyes, replaced with a hardness that frightened her. Fixing his blue eyes on her face, she wondered if he was going to hit her. He took a slow, deep breath, controlling his temper.

"You'll learn.” Rafe said, coldly. "I'll be as patient as I can, but you're going to learn. And you're going to eat your words. Over, and over again.” He promised, backing away from her off the bed.

Rafe left the room, and Y/N glanced about her, looking for a way to escape, trying to wriggle her skirt down from around her waist. Finally giving up, her head hit the pillow as she sharply exhaled her frustration. A number of minutes slowly ticked by as she waited for Rafe to come back.

Y/N thought about her situation, wondered how long it would take JJ and the rest of the Pogues to figure out something was wrong. Rafe could do a number of things to her before they suspected that something’s wrong. What if no one found her, and Rafe never came back?

She jumped out of her skin at the sound of Rafe clearing his throat from the doorway, his tall figure leaning against the door-frame, arms crossed. How long had he been standing there watching her?

"Please, Rafe.” Y/N implored, finally comprehending that she was completely in his power. "You don't need to do this. You’re a good-looking guy. I'm sure there are lots of girls panting for you. Please, just let me go."

"No, no. You haven't been listening.” Rafe replied, his voice mildly irritated, watching her quiver uncertainly under his gaze.

"Okay.” Y/N conceded, nodding. "Can we talk? Without touching?" She asked tremulously, remembering his hands all over her, like a pervy octopus.

"I guess you have a right to know that no one will come looking for you.” Rafe informed her. “Even if your whereabouts were discoverable."

Noting both the horror and outrage on her face, he deviously grinned. "I planned this. I made sure that your manager had more than enough to drink at lunch. I did a couple of practice runs this week. He's very receptive to a good listener and free drinks."

"Oh, my God.” Y/N whispered in disbelief.

"So, I visited your house today.” Rafe continued, ignoring her. “I packed up your things. Yeah, your boyfriend will be a little heartbroken and upset, but the police won't draw any conclusions other than you doing a runner for whatever reason."

Uncrossing his arms, he strode forward, and Y/N saw he was holding a small tube in his hand. Noticing where her attention lay, he raised the shiny tube.

"This is a sort of lubricant." Rafe grinned. As her eyes widened fearfully, he continued. "It's not essential, but it'll make you feel good. It's designed to stimulate certain areas."

Trying to calm the flood of panic coursing through her body, Y/N could only vigorously shake her head. She anxiously bit her lower lip as he approached the bed and climbed onto it.

"With a little dab here and there, and a bit of foreplay, eventually you'll take back every spiteful thing you've said to me tonight and beg me to fuck you." Rafe told her smugly.

Her body tensed as he lowered his head to her pussy. "You’re already fucking soaked, you know?” Rafe informed her, gently circling her clit through the lace with two fingers as she squirmed.

Y/N clenched her teeth. Having quite a temper for such a small girl, her fear was quickly being overshadowed by anger. Rafe was planning to ruin her life, take away her freedom and everything she'd come to know and love.

"Fine.” Y/N said flatly, her eyes flashing as they angrily fixed on the ceiling, refusing to look at him as her heart thundered with adrenaline and hate. "Give it your best shot, asshole."

"So damn sassy.” Rafe tutted from between her legs, unaffected by her insult and pulling the slip of lace to the side and flicking her clit with his tongue. He heard her breath hiss through her teeth as her body shivered from the resulting sensation.

"What's the problem? I thought you said that I was a good-looking guy?" Rafe teased before covering her pussy with his mouth, loving the way her body jerked angrily, more delicious fluids seeping out to cover his chin.

"Fuck you.” Y/N snapped, her voice humming with increasing anger as she felt her arousal building. "You're nothing but a sick pervert."

"Hate me all you want, Y/N," Rafe said thickly, and she felt his hot breath caress her inner thigh, “but your body is bound to love me."

Rafe shifted, and she felt a soft liquid dribble over her pussy, then his fingers gently massaged it in as though he were applying moisturiser. Then, Y/N jumped as he slowly slipped two fingers insider her, still massaging her clit with his thumb.

"Shit.” Y/N cringed her annoyance, furious she couldn't stop her body from shuddering in pleasure.

"Yeah.” Rafe nodded, hearing her. "That's it, baby. We're getting there."

"We’re not getting anywhere.” She gritted out through clenched teeth.

His head ducked up from between her legs to view her flushed face. "You're such a little spitfire.” He observed, tilting his head. "I like it. Make sure you give me some of that sass while we're fucking. After you beg for it, of course." Rafe chuckled at the way her eyes glowered at the ceiling in response.

"Come on, Y/N.” Rafe coaxed, watching her scowl as he slowly finger-fucked her. "You want to cum, don't you?" He smiled as her body stiffened when he brushed his thumb over her clit. "I could make you cum for me, wouldn't that be nice? All you have to do is ask."

"Fuck you, and fuck your father.” She snarled, her toned thighs tightening as her hips began to twitch against his caress.

"The face of an angel, and the mouth of a sailer.” He murmured admiringly, pulling out his fingers and licking them.

Y/N let out a long, shaky breath of relief as he withdrew from the bed and left the room. Her pussy was pulsating, the liquid had warmed over her and was beginning to tingle. Despite her aching pussy, she was glad he was gone because she could feel that she was right on the edge of a climax.

Again, the minutes ticked by, and though Y/N took long breaths to get her arousal under control, she couldn't resist tightening her ass and bucking upwards now and then, stimulating herself with movement.

"I can help you with that.” Rafe chuckled from the doorway and she inwardly cursed that he had witnessed her frustration.

"Fuck off.” Y/N muttered, grimacing at him.

Rafe strode forward, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw he was completely naked, his large cock jutting toward her boldly. He looked like some kind of God. He had a perfect combination of muscle and tone, with smooth, tanned skin.

Y/N’s body stiffened with both dread and excitement as he slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling forward until he was directly above her, on his hands and knees. With one hand, he stroked down her face and over to her breast and slipped it under the singlet. His hand worked under her bra, watching her reaction as he captured her breast in his hand, and it moved against him.

"You're halfway there.” Rafe whispered, playing with her nipple as it stood to attention under his fingertips. "You just need to stop saying ‘fuck you,’ and start saying 'fuck me.'"

"That's not going to happen.” Y/N breathed, feeling her heart rate speed up. She gasped, eyes wide in panic as his other hand slipped under her panties and his fingers drummed across her pussy.

"Say it, Y/N.” Rafe growled, taking his hand away. "Say that you want me to fuck you."

He narrowed his eyes as she determinedly fought her desire and kept silent. Y/N was tougher than he anticipated; she wasn't going to submit to him. Though he wanted her to say his name in the heat of passion, he couldn't wait any longer. Rafe was reduced to using much less satisfying means. It irked him, but he didn't have a choice.

"You remember the knife?" Rafe asked roughly, and in response she glared at him.

"Do your worst, and go to hell.” Y/N hissed, and spat at him.

He looked at her coldly before calmly scooping her saliva from his cheek and into his mouth. Then, he lowered his lips to hers and she grunted angrily against him as he deliberately forced her spit back into her mouth with his tongue. Feeling the pinch of her teeth, he pulled back and looked down at her confidently, but his eyes were angry.

"I think we both know that I'm not going to hurt you.” Rafe told her. "But maybe I should pay Maybank a little visit. Maybe seeing one of his fingers might put you in the mood, yeah? What do you think?"

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she stared up at him bleakly, seeing the triumph in his eyes as he registered her defeated expression.

"Well?" Rafe prompted, impatiently tapping her cheek.

"Please, don't.” Y/N whispered, turning her head to the side. He quickly gripped her chin and turned her back to face him.

"Then you know what to do.” Rafe stated carefully, withdrawing from her to sit back on his heels. They stared at each other for a full minute, before Rafe shrugged and began to back off the bed.

"Wait!" Y/N cried desperately. "I want you to fuck me." She squeezed her eyes shut, aggravated by her weakness, but she couldn't let him hurt JJ.

"Oh?" Rafe said with polite curiosity. “Are you sure? You didn't seem too enthusiastic before."

"Yes! Yes, I’m sure.” She insisted, a pained expression spreading across her pretty face as she ate her words, just like he said she would. "I didn't mean the things I said.”

She gasped as he suddenly leapt on top of her like a panther pouncing, his chest trembling to contain his excitement.

"Again.” He said hoarsely, pushing her singlet and bra up her chest, exposing her breasts to his hot mouth.

"I didn't mean the things I said." Y/N uttered, quietly.

"No, no.” Rafe interrupted her, his tongue swirling around her nipples. “Before that. Tell me what you want.”

"I want you to fuck me.” She replied, weakly.

"What else?" Rafe groaned into her chest, reaching down to rip the purple scrap of lace from between her legs and slide a finger into her.

"I-I…" Y/N stuttered as the aching heat again returned to her pussy, connecting like electricity to the sensations his mouth created across her breasts.

"You want my cock inside you?" Rafe panted, raising his head.

"Yes.” She answered, dazed by both her arousal and the drastic change in his emotions.

"This is mine now.” Rafe said breathlessly, playing with her pussy. "This belongs to me."

Her eyes fluttered shut, daring not to contradict him, startled by the way he stared wildly into her eyes.

"Say it.” He murmured, quickly pressing his mouth against hers in a short kiss. "Say it, Y/N."

"It's yours." She complied, bewildered as to exactly what 'this' meant. Was he talking about her pussy, or was he just crazy?

Y/N suppressed a moan as Rafe shifted forward, lining his cock up at her entrance. At first he nudged around the outside, teasing her, sending little thrills up her spine and down her legs. Then, he slid in an inch and she suddenly moaned, loud and clear.

Rafe gave a shout of laughter when he saw the shock on her face as she realized. "That's it, baby.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

Y/N groaned into his mouth as he pressed his hips forward and squeezed his full length inside her tightness, until she felt his balls resting against her ass. Then, he didn't move, he just let his cock sit inside her, feeling her stretch firmly around him. She bit her lip as he began thrusting, slow and steady at first.

Y/N knew that she should be fighting it, but she was so fucking wet and and his cock felt unbelievable inside of her. She felt lost, almost drunk on this adrenaline fueled electricity coursing throughout her body, and nothing has ever felt more right.

Before she knew it, Y/N’s body took over as she steadily entered into a shuddering orgasm, her hands and ankles pulling against the silk bonds as she arched her back against him.

"Yeah.” Rafe said thickly, grinding his hips forward and making her gasp. “I know exactly what that was, Y/N." As she shook her head and opened her mouth to deny it, he added, "And don’t fucking insult me. Don't even try and pretend you didn't just cum on my dick."

With that last comment, Rafe buried his face into her neck and began to thrust once again, still feeling her pussy tremor around his cock, sensitive from her climax. As he rocked back and forth over her, gently nipping her neck, he reached up with one hand and squeezed her breast, feeling her heartbeat skipping under his palm.

“Fuck, Rafe." Y/N moaned out, voice rough through her dry throat. There were tears pouring down her face now, so close to the edge but still needing more.

With the new feeling of Rafe’s moving cock, his mouth on her neck and hand on her breast, squeezing her ass to tightly meet his thrusts, she felt herself rocking towards another climax. Y/N felt a warmth spread throughout her pussy as he pumped her full of cum, and she groaned into his mouth as he fixed it to hers, kissing her deeply as he slowed his thrusts, drawing out both of their orgasms.

Still inside her, cupping her face, he placed a last lingering kiss to her soft lips. “See?" Rafe taunted her hoarsely, as she angrily whipped her face from his hand and jerked at her restraints. "Trust me, sweetheart. You’re going to be very happy here."

Rafe sighed, pulling out of her and backing off the bed. Y/N glared daggers at him as he casually stretched his large arms upwards, very relaxed after his release.

Rafe bent under the bed, and pulled out a small chain. "One day, this won't be necessary." He smirked.

As she gaped up at him, he circled the small iron ring about her ankle and snapped it closed.

"It's attached under the bed.” Rafe explained. “It took two other men of my strength to move it there. But by all means, feel free to try your best." Then, he moved around the bed, releasing her silk bonds one by one.

At first, Y/N scrambled up in a rage to attack him, but paused as she saw the look in his eyes, realizing the stupidity of trying to hurt a man as strong as he was while she was chained, and the fact he was completely naked.

"Please do.” Rafe invited, licking his lips as his blue eyes traveled over her naked breasts. "You'll discover that there's more than one way to ask a man to service you."

"You’ve got what you wanted.” Y/N trembled. “Now, let me go. You have to let me go."

Rafe just tilted his head at her thoughtfully, then turned to leave.

"You can't just keep me here!" Y/N screamed, as the bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

TAGLIST: @lovedetlost @valeriiecameron @onmykneesforrafe @outerbankspov @ailee-celeste @starkeyobx @adventuresinobx @pankowperfection @drewbooooo @blueicequeen19 @maybankslover @penny4yourthoughts @variety-fangirl @fangirlwithlou @thecameronchronicles @lafantasiaworld

716 notes · View notes

koiir · 11 months

Text

Stay

— If he had been with you, everything would be different.

Pairing - Kazuha x reader

Genre - angst without comfort

Cw - death of character, mentions of blood, not proofread inspired by the book, if he had been with me

Autumn became a season you and Kazuha looked forward to when you both were young, the leaves changing colors, the trees full of new color, soon to die because of the upcoming winter, it was a season that meant something to the two of you. Until now, now it was a dull season, the leaves dying past their time, reminding you of his time, before he soon was gone like the wind. His time past and overdue.

“Come catch me kazu!”

“I will, just like I always do.”

The two of you in your own world, playing with one another until the sun started to set. Him walking you home and then heading over to his which was right next door. A habit this became, leaving in the morning, and enjoying the autumn until it would become a winter. The leaves pilled together, jumping in and laughing together. The two of you always together no matter what.

What a lie that would soon become

Age thirteen was when Kazuha made it known to that he loved you, even though he always did, you now would know bye this one single act he did. A single kiss was all it took, sweet yet quick. He face flushed, awkward and uncertain of what he had done, not knowing what to do next.

“I want… I want to be with you [name], forever. I want us to hold hands like the people who I see on the streets. I… I want you to be mine.”

“Silly, I’m already yours! I’ll always be yours Kazu.”

Another small peck shared by you, and then the two of you hand in hand heading over to the place where you two called home.

Some would say this was puppy love, something that wasn’t going to last since you two were so young. But it wasn’t, because Kaedehara Kazuha was your first love, the one who understood you, the one who brought a new light into your life, the one who would stay by you side. You never saw a day without Kazuha, he was glued to you. Your parents knew of the so long friendship you two shared and soon they knew that one day, you would all be a family.

It was often Kazuha would come over to your place, or you to his, it was something that had been happening every since the age of 5. The two of you sick together, staying in the same room giggling and painting with one another, laying on the bed and talking about plans you two had come up with. Together. Even when Kazuha was no longer sick, he stayed with you until you were fine. He stayed, like he always hoped for. He stayed because he loved you, never wanting to let you go.

It stayed this way, until your 20’s

It was like a new fire had burned, one that would continue to burn, his heart seemed like it was going to break at what he had just witnessed.

“Don’t be stupid, Tomo.”

“I might be, but who’s the one who said ‘just because something seems impossible, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t try.”

Kazuha wished he had never heard that, it was only meant for one person, you. Now that one sentence filled him with pain, one that would determine what he should do next.

“Kazuha, you can’t. You can stay with me, you’ll be safe! My family can pull some strings, they’ll make sure you’re safe! You won’t be found I promise Kazu just-“

He hated this, hated how his decision would impact you. The tears forming in your eyes, your voice shaking, your hand trembling trying to hold on. Hold onto him. He held it tight, giving it a small squeeze.

“I’m a wanted man now [name]. I can’t ruin your family’s reputation with all the connections they share. I don’t want to imagine what they would do to your family if it was discovered they had hidden a wanted man in their home, what could happen to you.”

You knew he was right, he always was. Kazuha knew the best, he would always be the one who helped you make decisions.

So why does it hurt knowing that he’s right?

“Then take me with you! It’s like you always wanted, we can leave together and then travel together.”

It was a dream of his to travel the world, he would always have a spark in his eyes while talking about where he wished to go.

One day, it will be just you and me.

Oh how you wished that could be true.

“That would be the worst option out there [name]. You’ve gotten so far, I can’t take that away from you. You have everything that you have ever wanted, it would be like taking away the treasure of Inuzuma. The people love you [name], they need you.

I need you Kazuha. You’re all i have ever needed, all I have ever wanted.

“Please Kazuha, I can’t lose you.”

A leaf now fell, it dead since its time has been long overdue. The leaf that use to be filled with color, the same color of the streak in his hair.

“I love you, I promise I will come back. I’ll sneak into your room and hold you all the night, but for now, I have to do what is best.”

Stay, stay in this moment. Stay with me.

But of course he never does, he leaves you with one last touch to your lips. Just like the one he did when you two were 13.

One last leaf fell, the last one before the tree was now empty. Just like now, how the one thing you needed the most had left, just like a wind in the breeze, not knowing at where to land next. He took your heart with him though, where ever he went it would remind him of you.

He promised, he would come back. Things would be the way they were meant to be.

He would make you his.

You knew Kazuha, he would fight till the very end and never lose. He was strong. You remember when you got your vision first, he was jealous that you had gotten one and he had not.

“You’ll get one Kazuha, I know it.”

“Then can we spar? You have to find a weapon that you can use, or are you interested in a sword?”

He had one, so it was only natural you wanted to be the same as Kazuha.

“A sword would be perfect.”

It was perfect, everything about it. The sword sharing a similarity with his. You always gazed at the writing imprinted on the sword base. Words from him.

The words you are now looking at, tears forming in your eyes once again as you cradle the weapon in your arms.

Home is with you

wherever you take this blade, think of me.

9 months, 18 letters from Kazuha.

It was twice a month in which he would write a letter to you, telling you of the events in his life.

Without you.

It was hard for you, hard to only have his writing to remember him by. Yet you’re grateful that he still puts the effort in. He would put effort in if it was for you.

19 letters now. The third this month.

The letter wasn’t one you expected, yet it filled you with hope and maybe, just maybe, this would be the last and final one until he was home.

To my dearest [name], I’ll be home soon. I made my promise to you, you remember it right? I’ve heard that you’ve been successful now more than ever. I love hearing your name wherever I go, I’m happy. Happy for you, glad that you have gotten to this point. I want to save my words until I’m back with you, together in the same spot we shared all those joyous memories and moments. I should be back by midnight. I still have the spare key, so I’ll do what I told you the night I left. I’ll sneak into your room and I will hold you all night. Just as I had promised. I love you more than you could every imagine [name], everything will be just as they should have. We’ll be happy, happy together. I’ll be home once again. Love Kazuha.

You tugged the letter tight, praying to the archons that he would be home any minute now. It was past midnight now, he could be home any minute now. He could be with you anytime now. The realization hit you, Kazuha would be home.

He would be back.

Footsteps could be heard out your room, the light on. It’s him, it has to be.

“Kazuha?”

Your heart now beating in your chest, wanting him so badly now that you felt your hand shake.

He’ll come and hold me, hold my hand and kiss me with the passion that burns in his heart for me.

The door started to open. He was home.

“Kazu?”

“Oh [name]” your mother says.

The autumn leaves falling down on the streets of Inuzuma, falling so freely without a care. One leaf falling on his heart, soon to be covered in his blood.

“Give me your hand” he said

“Why?”

“So you can feel what you do to me, what you do to my heart dove.”

Not a beat came from his heart as the leaf fell, he was gone. He wouldn’t come back home to you. Kaedehara Kazuha was dead. So close, yet so far. He was almost there. He was almost home until his life was taken from him.

His vision shinned with passion, noticeable in the night. Catching the eye of the culprits responsible for his death, the ones who wanted to kill him the moment he became a wanted man. The ones who wanted his vision.

“Kazuha wanted to give you this dear…” your mother stated. She placed the letter on your bed so you could grab it. She let you cry as she told you that your one and only was now dead. She left, knowing that you needed space.

You grabbed the letter, eyes blurry from the tears streaming down your face. Soon, more fell down your face as you saw the blood stains left on the letter.

This was his blood, his dna. The last thing he had left with you along with this letter.

To my one and dearest name, I’m sorry. I wish I could have fulfilled my promise to you. If only I had been smarted, been more attentive to my surroundings. You were always the one who noticed every single detail, no wonder you’re so smart name. I love that about you, that you seem to notice every single thing around you. I think that’s why I become more observant, I wanted to grow from you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you, maybe I can. I’ll try, I’ll fight until I defeat every single one of them. Yet if I can’t, then I want to write this in case. I don’t want to leave you with nothing, so I’ll leave you with this. I’m sorry name, I love you and I hope you know that. It would be selfish of me to let you hung up on me, so love someone else. Find someone who loves you, more than me. I want you to be happy, I know you will be. I’ll leave my heart to you, in the form of a ring. The one my mother had before she died. I remember her always asking when we two were going to get married. She’ll be glad that you have this ring. I know you always loved her. I couldn’t make you mine name. Maybe some day, in another life I can. I’m sorry name. Love Kazu.

Why? Why him? He was almost home, and it was taken away from him in an instant.

No one would love me more than you do Kazuha.

You’re all I need, all I’ve ever wanted.

You saw the ring, one you saw as a child from his mothers ring finger.

“Kazu, your mother has such a pretty ring! I want it!” He saw the pure adoration in your eyes as you looked at the ring. His mother smiled before she ruffled your hair.

“One day, it will be yours [name] I’ll make sure of it.” Kazuha’s mother than looked at him, sending the young boy a wink. His face flushed at the thought of marrying you.

“Two house’s ” he heard you say. “And four people”

It was silly how you didn’t count the fathers, but he knew what you meant. Yet you were wrong.

“It’s our houses,” Kazuha said.” And our family.”

If only he could be the one putting the ring on your finger. He could have proposed to you, but he was never given the chance.

So why, even with this piece of himself he left with you why does your heart feel strange?

If he had been with me, he would still be alive.

If he had been with me, he would be mine. He would be alive in this moment. Now, all that was left was a lingering memory that filled you with ache.

If he had been with you, everything would be the way they were meant to be.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin angst #genshin fanfic #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha angst #kazuha fanfic #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios #kazuha genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader angst #genshin fic #koiir writes

191 notes · View notes

isagid · 1 year

Text

BABY TRAP? LIKE THE MOVIE WITH THE TWINS?

TR CHARACTERS X READER

NSFW MINORS DNI. DARK CONTENT. BABY TRAPPING, ON BOTH SIDES. PREGNANCY MENTION. THE WORD GIRL USED

TRAPS YOU

He’s got you right where he wants you. You’re sweaty— dripping, visceral, vulnerable— and not to mention the way he’s pinning your wrists down so intently with one hand and using the other to gag you. “Yeah baby?” You gurgle against his hand, spit on his money line, beg him with your brows to ease up. “You like that?” It’s a grit between his teeth, he’s a mess, you made him a mess. “I know you love this shit.” He’s sporadic, tip of his cock drilling into you sloppy and hard— desperately. “I know you want me to fill you up. Pretty girl wants my cum?” You barely shake your head against his hand, uncounted orgasm of the night catching up to you, pussy tired and aching, clit puffy from the way his pelvic bone drags along it. “Want me to make you a mommy?” He lets you talk after that, and the whiny little ‘No, please’ fuels his fire. “Gonna stay with me forever, gonna be my little bitch, gonna raise my fucking kids.” And it’s like magic— his own words tip him over the edge, it’s too much for him and it’s way over the line for you, and he’s filling you to the brim, thrusts slow and uncoordinated now. He lays there for a second, maybe two, and when he pulls out he replaces his dick for his fingers, shoveling his cum back inside you. “Just take my kids, baby.”

HANMA, MIKEY, NAHOYA, KOKONOI, KISAKI, BAJI, WAKASA

GETS TRAPPED

Well, this is just his dream. A pretty girl— his pretty girl— mouth ajar, eyes focused on him, thighs half over his. Every time you sink yourself onto his cock, he feels like he’s in heaven. And it’s too much. His jaw is tense, fingers clenched under you, eyes rolled back, and he knows he’s, “Babe, I’m ‘bout to cum.” Your rhythm doesn’t change. It doesn’t get faster, and it definitely doesn’t slow. It’s a steady grind against him, up and down, squeezing him too hard and too good for him to not fall apart. His eyes snap open. “Hey, baby, stop. I’m gonna cum.” It’s hard, he’s not necessarily good at self restraint and fighting an orgasm is definitely not his strong suit. “I know.” And that’s enough to scare him, but not enough to move you fully off him. Instead his hands come to your rolling hips and his eyes crinkle in question before fluttering from the way your pussy hugs his cock. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.” Your voice is sure— demanding, frightening— and he’s cumming before he can even realize he is, before he can realize he doesn’t want to, and a gargled moan and ‘thank you’ leave his lips. “You’re never gonna leave me,” and he knows he can’t.

CHIFUYU, TAKEMICHI, KAZUTORA, SOUYA, INUI, DRAKEN

383 notes · View notes

shinycrybaby · 10 months

Note

Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #sano manjiro x reader #haitani rindou x reader #imaushi wakasa x reader #inui seishu x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #wakasa x reader #inupi x reader #mikey drabble #rindou drabble #wakasa drabble #inupi drabble #mikey imagines #rindou imagines #wakasa imagines #inupi imagines

111 notes · View notes

softxsuki · 6 months

Note

Hiiii! :3

It's for the 'urgent' request, so, Diavolo (Obey me), Itadori (jjk) and Sinichiro (TR) with a gn!reader who has been sober for a year please! 🙏🏻

Some headcanons of the characters and support to the whole thing and being a year sober!

Congrats to @l1ttleclouds for almost being a year sober, so proud of them (ToT)

Thank youuu! You're an angel and I hope you're okay! ^-^

Diavolo, Itadori, and Shinichiro (Separate) Support Reader Who's One Year Sober

Pairings: Diavolo x Gn!Reader (MC), Itadori x Gn!Reader, Shinichiro x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of smoking, sobriety

Genre: Comfort?

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 690

Summary: In which they support you after being a year sober

[A/N: This was requested for @l1ttleclouds congrats <3 I hope this is enjoyable for you. I was running out of ideas, hence why they're a little short, but I tried my best! ]

Diavolo:

Diavolo was your biggest support system

He had the power and resources to get you the help you needed and it was all worth it

A year sober was just a start but he was ready to stay by your side and continue that streak, making one year into two, and two into three, and so on

He celebrates all your milestones very grandly, of course with just the two of you, there was no reason to tell the whole of the Devildom, unless you were okay with it

Because lowkey he would like to host a grand celebration with everyone to congratulate you in your hard work and progress of staying sober

He admires you greatly so this proof of your strength makes him undeniably proud of you

“I’m so proud of how far you have made it this year staying sober. Sobriety is a difficult journey and I saw how hard it was for you at first, but it’s already been a year and I’m confident you’ll make it even farther. You have me forever and always, please know that I’ll always be here to support you. I love you with all my heart”

The only thing he encourages and always reminds you to do, is stay transparent and honest with him if things start getting hard, or about any concerns, triggers, or urges along the way that you may have

He wants to be able to come up with the best plan with you to support your journey of sobriety, so please stay open and truthful with him, he values that greatly

Itadori:

Yuuji is passionate about the people he loves

So you already know he was by your side every step of the way through your sobriety journey

And being one year sober is just a huge celebratory moment for him

He never once thought you couldn’t do it, in fact, the whole time he cheered you on

Yuuji was your shoulder to lean on, on the days when it was hard, never once did his smile or support waver–he was always there and would always be there

He’s cautious around you and makes sure others are as well, not wanting to accidentally trigger you and cause those past urges to come back

“I’m so happy that you’ve made it this far, and I can’t wait to be by your side through the rest of your journey through sobriety. You know, you inspire me to work harder and be better as well. I want to be someone who can shine brightly beside you and lift you up”

Truly as supportive as they come, he’s just full of love to give to you no matter what you’re going through

Shinichiro:

Ahh this beautiful man is so precious to you

He even gives himself the goal to quit something, so he stops smoking as well, wanting to make a commitment along with you so you weren’t struggling alone

And also because he felt like it might make you feel worse if he was openly doing things like that around you when you were trying to quit

He’s extremely protective of you and gets upset if anyone talks or does anything that might make your urges come back during your journey of sobriety

When you finally hit that one year milestone, he’s beyond elated

Seeing you full of life, away from the things that once held you down is beautiful to him and he couldn’t be prouder of you

Probably takes you out to celebrate to your favorite place, on his bike of course

“You’re even stronger than I am. I’m proud of you, Y/N.” He picks up his glass filled with soda and raises it in your direction, “Here’s to one more year, let's keep it up”

Words would never really be able to express how impressed and proud he is of you and this huge accomplishment

He wants nothing more than for you to be happy with yourself, and seeing you walk the road towards that is more than he could ask for

You have his undeniable love and support for years to come

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/19/2023

76 notes · View notes

kissesforsatoru · 1 year

Note

I notice your request is open and ur doing tr now- possibly request for a simple Yandere Baji hc?

pairing : baji x gn!reader

summary : general yan! hc’s

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, violence, threats, manipulation, unhealthy relationships.

notes : i got a bit carried away… BUT i’m so glad you asked for this because i absolutely LOVE baji he’s one of my top favorite characters

– honestly, i really have no idea how baji would go about making his darling his. he's a pretty unpredictable person so anything could be possible with him. i feel like he'd probably try to court you the "normal" way but get fed up if you continuously rejected his advances or if you don't fall for him fast enough, because along with his unpredictability, he's also very impatient.

– but it wouldn’t really be your fault if you kept rejecting him because he has no idea what he’s doing at all. he’s rough around the edges, aggressive, loud, violent—the list goes on. his way of trying to court you is a bit… skewed, and really, it may come off more as some weird form of bullying. he’ll shove little things into your hand and tell you to keep them, but it’s nothing like the usual chocolate or flowers, it’s probably things he stole from people he beat up that may or may not still have blood on them. he’ll force you to go on dates with him but again, it’s not like going to a restaurant or theme park, he’ll drag you with him to toman meetings where he’ll make you stand next to him and he’ll laugh with his friends about how scared you are being surrounded by all of them. and poor you thinks he’s making fun of you by doing all of this, and you’re just terrified that he’s gonna eventually beat you up or frame you for all the stolen things he’s given you when really, he just thinks you’re cute.

– but anyway, if it gets to the point where he grows impatient, it’s over for you and absolutely no one can save you. i don’t think he’ll kidnap you or anything like that, but he’ll definitely threaten you into a relationship with him. he’ll blackmail you by saying he’ll tell the police about those stolen things you have, or that you’re involved in gang activities. if that doesn’t work, he’ll threaten to hurt your family, which he has no qualms about. you start to take him seriously when your family gets a call from the hospital saying that your little brother has a broken leg and various bruises all over his body. there’s a little gift for you in your room when you get back from the hospital—a note that says he’s willing to do much more damage if you don’t come to your senses quickly, and you do.

– there’s this satisfied look in his eyes that makes your stomach churn with unease the next time you see him. but you ignore it and instead opt to tell him in nothing more than a wobbly whisper that you want to be with him. he’ll hum and give you a mock sympathetic look as he tell you how cute you are for mustering up the courage to confess to him, even if both of you know it’s fake—for now at least.

“aw, look at how cute you are. a shy little thing like you must like me a lot to have the courage to confess, hm?”

– a relationship with him is surprisingly normal if you don’t pay attention to the obvious power and control he has over you. you’re allowed to do what you want but baji has to approve it first. you’re allowed to go wherever you want because baji has a tracker on your phone that you better have with you at all times because if you don’t, he’ll find out through the person he has following you at all times. you can hang out with whoever you want but don’t blame him when you find out they’re in the hospital and won’t ever speak to you again. as long as you stay by his side and do what you’re told like a good little lover, then you’re fine.

– despite what you might think, baji wouldn’t really hurt his darling for disobeying. he takes more to threats of violence against the people you care about most rather than you. he might also deprive you of basic things like affection or attention, or social interaction. he’ll make you feel worthless to him, like you’re nothing more than an entertaining toy to him if you make him mad. he’ll only actually hurt you if you do something really bad like try to leave him or go to the cops. he won’t do anything irreversible, but two broken legs and bruised up throat will surely keep you from doing those things while also teaching you a lesson.

– most of his aggression comes out during sex. he loves to be buried deep inside of you, pumping in and out of you roughly because he just can’t get enough. it’s desperate, sloppy, and bruising. he’s left you unable to walk more times than you can probably count, but he takes good care of you afterwards so it cancels out. he also probably likes to let you ride him. he gets a real kick out of the way you nervously sit yourself on top of him, hands pressed against his chest as you bounce yourself on his dick. you get embarrassed and all worked up by the way he looks at you, eyes unmoving from your form and a half smirk on his lips. you’re huffing and whining while he’s just watching you become a mess on top of him. he loves it.

“look at you. you’re such a fucking mess. you like my dick that much, you slut?”

– he’s definitely a possessive bastard. whenever you’re together, especially in public or around other people, he’ll either have an arm tightly wrapped around you or he’ll make you stay close to him. if absolutely anyone has the audacity to touch you or talk to you, they’re practically a dead man. the only exceptions are his closest friends that he trusts around you, but even they have to be careful about what they do to or with you because he’s not gonna just let them do whatever. you’re still only his and that’s a fact that no one is getting around.

– he loves to call you nicknames that are low-key dehumanizing or degrading as a way to remind you that he literally owns you—you’re more than an object to him, but he can’t let you go getting a big head you know. little thing is his favorite cause you’re so small and helpless compared to him, but he might also call you his pet or slut. he also likes to add that possessive ‘my’ to whatever nickname he calls you cause you’re his little thing and you’re only his slut. on rare occasions he may call you softer things like baby or sweetheart, but only if he’s in a real good mood.

– generally, i think that baji isn’t all that bad. at least you have your freedom to some extent unlike with some of the other tokyo revengers characters that wouldn’t hesitate to lock you up forever. just be good and don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be fine.

#[niko requests 🐰]#yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere thoughts #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere baji #yandere baji keisuke #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere baji x reader #yandere baji keisuke x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokrev x reader

202 notes · View notes