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ASKING TOKREV BOYS FOR YOU TO WAX THEM PT.3
FT. KOKONOI, INUPI, SANZU, HANMA
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KOKONOI
You slowly applied the wax strips as Kokonoi continued to sleep blissfully, unaware about his surroundings, as you tried to hold in your giggles as you applied the last wax strip on his chest.
You had applied few wax strips on his chest and one on either of his feet, while he continued to sleep peacefully. After a few seconds, you reached for a wax strip at the dead center of his chest, before trying to rip it out, but only being pulled partially.
Koko snapped his eyes open, grunting awake in shock, as he felt a sort of abrupt pain on the skin of his chest, as he looked at you, covering your mouth, trying to cover your laughter, as he looked down towards his body.
"Huh what happened?" Koko said, still not over his sleep despite being woken up abruptly, as he moved his hand over his chest, feeling something stuck on him.
"LMAOO you're so lucky, you're so lucky" (NAME) said, not being able to control her laughter, as Koko still tried to figure out what was going on.
"It felt like a heartattack..What're you doing?" Koko asked, as he now tried sitting on the bed, looking over his chest, before it clicked.
"OHH FUCK MEE" He cursed, as he laid back again, as he placed his hand over his forehead and eyes in frustration and realisation, while you laughed at his reaction.
"Oh god (NAME) are you serious? What ar- THEY'RE ON MY FUCKING FEET TOO??" Koko exclaimed, as he lifted both his feet up, which displayed the wax strips on them.
You laughed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
"Yea, they're on your feet too. But luckily for you, its more on your chest since majorly the hair is present there." You exclaimed casually, as Koko looked at you in horror, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
You then suddenly ripped a wax strip off his chest, making Koko squeal loudly as he fell back on the bed, covering the waxed area by his hands, "AAAHHH FUCK"
"You wanna choose which one you wanna do next." You said, laughing, as Koko stood up from the bed, trying to go towards a mirror, "OH MY GOD" he said as he took a glance of himself in the mirror, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers while the other hand rested on his hip.
You pulled another strip from his chest.
"AHHH MY NIPPLE!"
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INUPI
Your boyfriend was busy watching TV, while you sat by the basin, applying wax on a wax strip, as you continuously peeked behind to see if you're boyfriend is still oblivious to this.
Inupi did notice you acting weirdly, but he figured it must be some silly prank that you're planning to pull, but not exactly figuring out what are you really going to pull on him.
As he continued watching TV, pushing those thoughts away, you slowly walked towards him on the couch, the wax strip behind your back by one hand, you sat on the couch beside him, pulling his hand over your shoulder, before snuggling onto him, which he gladly appreciated, pulling you closer, his eyes not leaving the TV.
Just then he felt something on his leg. As if something warm was glued onto his leg, as he looked down to see some paper stuck onto his leg, making his brows furrow.
"Huh?" He grunted confused, as he bent down slightly to examine it, before realisation hit him.
"Are you serious (NAME)?" Inupi looked at you with a deadpanned expression, making you chuckle.
"Fuck off...Are you kidding me right now?" Inupi groaned, as he tried pulling the wax strip off his leg slowly, hissing when he felt the pain, realising there was no way out now.
As you reached towards the strip, Inupi pulled his leg away from you, as he held your hand, groaning, "(NAME) no.."
"What's the matter? Its got to come off, not that its stuck." You laughed, as your boyfriend rubbed both of his hands against his face, while grumbling frustratingly.
"You're a dick, you know that right?" Inupi grunted, making you laugh more.
"Are you ready?" You asked as you rubbed in the wax strip, while Inupi laid his leg on the couch flat, preparing himself, "fuck no, but here we are."
"No no no no, wait" Inupi said, still pulling his leg, while you wheezed, trying to get his leg over to you.
"For fuck's sake" inupi groaned, as now he held his leg still by both hands, while you ripped the strip.
As soon as you ripped the strip, he yelped, rubbing his hand over the waxed area, while you cackled hysterically, disposing the wax strip before patting his head.
"Why do I even put up with you at this point?"
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SANZU
"Okay thats enough."
Sanzu said, sat on a chair, his hands and facing leaning against the headrest, while you applied wax on a small part of his back, his nose already stuffed with two wax dipped earbuds.
"(NAME) thats enough." Sanzu whined, his head slightly tilting sideways to meet your eyesight.
"I'm cleaning it up becauses you have pieces of it strangled on it." You said, as you continued working on it.
"That shit's hot." Sanzu muttered, his brows furrowing, to which you acknowledged him with your humming.
You waited for a few seconds, while the sight of your boyfriend stuffed with waxed earbuds up his nose, with his shirt pulled up to his neck due to the wax on his back, wildly entertained you.
You ensured all his hair was placed towards his front, before trying to get a grip on the wax. You soothed his back before ripping the wax out.
As soon as you ripped out the strip, Sanzu winced, abruptly standing up, moving away from the chair he sat, "Put that shit down, that shit fucking hurt." Sanzu said, as he pulled his shirt down, glaring at you lightly, while you covered your mouth, hiding your laughter, as you went towards him to hug him, while he pouted, "Baby are you okay?" You said, still laughing, as he slightly hugged you back as well, "Hell no, why the fuck do people use that?"
After a while, you two stood in the bathroom, as Sanzu tied his hair up, before leaning towards the basin, reluctantly holding one wax earbud up his nose since he decided that he didnt trust you enough to pull it out of his nose as you would literally rip out his nose as well, making you put your tongue out mockingly, giving him the middle finger.
Sanzu warmed himself up by tugging on the stick briefly before trying to pull it out, but failing miserable, making you wheeze at his failed attempt. He tried it once again but failed again, grunting out in pain and frustration while you stared at him with the look of 'i told you so', making hims giving you the middle finger this time.
As he attempted to remove the wax stick again, he failed again, making you both laugh out hysterically, while Sanzu tugged at the stick with both his hands, "Its stuck man..."
After dealing with the waxing, you both sat on the couch, as he let you clean his face with a towel,
"Your ass better not tell this shit to anyone or else im hunting you down to the ends of the earth."
"Yea yea i know.."
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HANMA
You two laid on your bed, as your boyfriend's head laid on your lap, while you applied the wax above his eyebrows to shape it.
"You better not mess up my beautiful face babe." Hanma said smirking, making you flick his forehead.
"As if. Im doing a favor by trying to make your face look bearable. And besides you can't mess up something that's already messed up." You sassed, as you stuck the waxing strips, rubbing on it to get it properly stuck, while your boyfriend played with your hair, irritating and teasing you.
As you waited for the wax to set in, you swatted Shuji's hands as he was getting impatient to remove the strips.
"Shuji not now."
"Then when?? Its taking too long. I thought this was supposed to be quick."
"The wax needs to set in dumbass."
"Always knew you were into these kind of nonsense."
"Shut the hell up."
As you got ready for pulling out the wax strips, Hanma held a mirror in front of his face, looking at the process inquisitively.
You managed to rip out one strip, making him taken aback alightly, eyebrows furrowing, as you rubbed the waxed area.
"Goddamn.." he muttered before his eyebrows fully twitched before leaning the mirror towards his face, examining, his mouth open, "What the fuck" Hanma called out before you both burst out laughing as you showed him the wax strip with excess eyebrow hair of his.
"What the fuck's up with my eyebrows." Hanma howled, cackling, as he continued examining his waxed area, before your ripped out the second one as well, making his jaw open out more.
"WHAT THE FUCK." You laughed as he cackled, while rubbing his waxed area, "Woman, what in the fuck did you to my eyebrows?"
"I fixed it asshole/ You're welcome."
"HAHA OH SHIT." Hanma exclaimed, as he sat up, admiring his face in the mirror, while you laughed at his antics.
"Well this was not even painful, the other areas when waxing are a pain in the ass, you know."
"Well if this is the result I'm getting, then i'm waxing my whole goddamn body. DAMN WE SHOULD'VE DONE THIS EARLIER."
You placed a hand on your forehead, already fed up, regretting your actions, knowing what else he's gonna make you do now.
"Wait so is it true that you can even shave down between your legs." Hanma asked, as he questioned you with a tilted face. You knew if you answered you would regret it, and even if you didn't he'll not let you off the hook that easily or will be able to find out somehow or the other.
"Yes Shuji, you can shave down there too."
"Huh." A sly grin appeared on your boyfriend's face.
"Then maybe we both should wax it for each other then. That would be fucking fun, won't it be babe?"
"HANMA!"
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Pairing: Ran Haitani x f!reader x Kakucho Hitto
Genre: Crack, SMAU
Word count: 1.5ish
Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, substance abuse, gambling, doxxing, Inui and the reader are a problem both
pt. 1 | playlist
Kakucho, Ran and Haitani looked up from their phones at Kokonoi expectantly, trying to figure out what the hell is so bad about this girl, while Sanzu was apparently too busy trying to sneakily roll a blunt, and utterly failing at any shred of subtlety at all.
“She fucking doxxed me when Inui and I broke up, and she regularly robs us.” The platinum-haired man huffed in disdain, raising his hands to form quotation marks in the air, “She says she ‘Wins fair and square’ fair and square my ass! She is cheating and as soon as I prove it-“
Kakucho stopped listening, still with no idea who the fuck you were, but he decided he liked you.
The noise in the wedding hall died down as the entrance doors opened, and the birthday girl and her father immediately rushed to greet the oncoming guests.
Mikey did look as miserable as the rest of them, but Mikey looks miserable constantly, so there was nothing new.
You, however.
You were pretty.
You were holding onto Mikey’s arm politely, a smile curling up your red lips that perfectly matched the red dress with golden accents, and Kakucho noted with pointed interest that perhaps the slit running on the side of it was a little too high.
“Holy shit,” Whistling, the man seated behind Kakucho was clearly eating you up with his eyes, “Would ya’ look at that, Katashi?”
“Silence yourself,” The serious-looking man next to him said, not sparing you more than a glance, “She came with Sano. Don’t touch her if you appreciate your hands.”
Kakucho had to silently agree.
Exchanging greetings and kissing the birthday girl on the cheek, you gently tugged Manjiro to go, and with a roll of his eyes, he started leading you towards the table.
As soon as both of you were out of eyesight, you let go of Mikey’s arm, sighing as you ruffled your hair, the jewellery around your wrists softly chiming.
“Well that was fucking stressful. Hi, Haru.” Waving and swiftly pressing a kiss to Sanzu’s temple, who simply nodded with a small smile, you sat down in between him and Mikey, rummaging through your bag to throw down a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table.
“That motherfucker Takada is not looking at us right now.” Huffing, Mikey quickly put his hand on your thigh, looking with utter despise at the man across the room.
“Is he the one in the white suit with the green tie?” Leaning on the table to look in the same direction Mikey was, your eyes narrowed.
“Yep.”
“The one who said you get no bitches?”
“Yep.”
“He’s right.” Huffing out a laugh through your nose, you pulled two glasses towards you, making swift use of the gin on the table.
Mikey rolled his eyes, merely pinching your thigh as a warning, much to your annoyance, as he glanced down at the dress, frowning.
“That slit is kinda high.”
“Don’t fucking mention it. It took three grown men to prevent Inupi from trying to staple it shut.” Groaning, you poured the gin to the edge of the glass before carefully sliding it towards him.
Mikey raised an eyebrow, sending you a confused look.
“What the hell is that?”
“Gin. Consider it a disinfectant for what I’m about to do.” You merely rolled your neck with an audible crack, glancing at the man in the white suit, “He’s watching. Sanzu, tell us when he stops.”
And that was all you said before your hands quickly cupped Mikey’s face and your lips connected with his in a kiss both of you were clearly miserable in.
Sanzu pushed himself off the table, balancing his chair on two legs as he carefully observed the man with concentration Kakucho could only dream of the junkie having in their fucking job.
“Still looking… Still looking… Yeah, he’s staring.”
“Does he expect us to fuck right in the middle of this fucking floor?” Muttering into the kiss, Mikey cracked his eyes open before quickly shutting them again when you smacked his leg with yours under the table.
“He stopped looking!”
In creepy sync, both you and Mikey quickly let go of each other, downing the gin in front of you before pouring yourselves another shot.
“That was fucking horrible.” Childishly wiping his mouth, Mikey shuddered.
“Ya think?! I’m fucking traumatised!” Kokonoi actively recoiled, crossing himself and looking about a minor inconvenience away from a goddamn aneurysm.
“Hi, Haji.” Smirking a wolfish grin, you leaned on the table, placing your head into the crook of your palm.
“Boss, I’m putting in my two weeks' notice.”
“Oh, Haji, come on, you love me!”
“I most certainly do not. In fact, I went to the church the other way to pray on your downfall.”
The theatrical, offended gasp you let out made Kakucho snort.
“Pray harder, bitch. You’re doing a piss poor job.”
“Fuck you, I hope you die.”
“Keep hoping, baby boy. Maybe one day it’ll work. Inupi is doing fine, by the way.”
“Didn’t fucking ask.”
“But you wanted to.” Smirking triumphantly when Kokonoi had nothing to say in return, you lit up a cigarette.
“So, how is Draken?” Mikey asked suddenly, clearly having tried very hard to not ask, but he is a lost cause and has been since 1990.
“Nuh-uh,” Wiggling your finger, you shot him a glare, “If you wanna know, talk to him, like a normal person. I’m feeding your jealousy monster, Mikey, for fuck’s sake. Get your shit together.”
“I believe it’s called a mental illness,” Sanzu smirked, and Mikey shot him a look of utmost betrayal.
Yeah, Kakucho decided he liked you, fuck what Kokonoi said.
You seemed like fun.
“Fucking introduce us boss?!”
Okay, so maybe you spoke a little bit too soon.
Because God fucking help you, he was hot. Not the type you usually went for, but no matter.
He didn’t say much, only muttering his name during introductions and nothing else, but not like that was ever an issue to you, you could deal with silent and brooding and clearly* traumatised.
His eyes were almost… Enchanting, so to say, the heterochromia clearly induced by an accident, making the eye covered by the scar appear almost white, the other brown and warm almost appearing scarlet under the lights of the hall you were situated in, and if you hadn’t caught Mikey giving you a smug look, you would have gotten lost in them.
You came here as a favour to Mikey, but fuck it if you didn’t enjoy looking at pretty things.
The man barely noticed your occasional glances, tangled up in his conversation with Koko, but observing the people around you, one thing became abundantly clear.
The taller Haitani, slim and lanky but clearly hiding his fair share of muscle underneath the suit, was smitten as a kitten.
If kittens had a mile-long police record and were vaguely murderous.
He probably didn’t think anyone noticed his brief, longing stares at Kakucho, but very few things escaped you.
You dabbled into your fair share of gambling, and reading body language was a skill you picked up fast and knew well.
To be fair, Kakucho did have great tits.
You opened your mouth to ask him something, but before you could, Mikey tugged on your hand, his eyes focused on the poker table on the other side of the room, multiple men already gathered around it.
“Takada’s there. Fucking drain his bank account.” Smacking your back a little too harshly, Mikey stared at you expectedly, apparently waiting for you to hop and go do his bidding, like a dog.
Your eyes narrowed, and he recoiled under your furious gaze.
He may command his gang, but you’ve known him for far too long to have any respect left.
You did crave a good game, however, and you owed your second-longest friend as much.
Stretching out your back, you caught the way Kakucho’s eyes flickered down the V-neck of your dress, so subtly and quickly it would be barely noticeable to anyone but you.
You smirked.
Turning to glance at the table, you took a puff of your cigarette, exhaling it into Kokonoi’s face and utterly ignoring his bitching as your eyes narrowed, observing the situation.
“Do you think the innocent bimbo with a beginner’s luck scheme will work on him?”
“Doubt it,” Sanzu observed the situation as well, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he assessed the men, “He’s already seen you making out with Mikey, and he’s got some heavy Madonna whore complex going on.”
“I see. Unlucky few rounds to make him ease into it?”
“Now you got it,” Smirking, Sanzu pulled you closer to kiss your temple, smacking your ass as you stood up to make your way to the table, “Go get him, tiger!”
“I’m right fucking here!” Rindou’s eye twitched as he smacked his boyfriend over the head.
Sanzu sheepishly smiled, rubbing the spot Rindou lovingly slapped, considering if he gave him a concussion.
“No need to get jealous babe, we played together in the sand, no feelings here. Plus,” Leaning closer to Rindou’s ear, as if telling him a secret while still borderline yelling, “I’m pretty sure y/n has a thing for Kakucho here.“
Kakucho and Kokonoi both choked on their drink.
…next
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mikey x male reader
Fluff/lil bit of crack[?]
[A/n: I hope I did good! This is my first time writing male reader so I hope it isn't bad😭 might be ooc so sorry about that! This is set around high school or college whatever you prefer]
Also f/n for female name and m/n for male name! I couldn't come up with names for readers friends so yeahhh
Oh you like me?....WAIT YOU LIKE ME?!
Mikey Wasn't dumb. He knew he liked you since the very beginning you two met. He always looked forward to seeing you on campus everyday and when you don't show up he gets grumpy for the whole day.
So when he saw you talking to your friends he quickly walked your way to greet you like always.
But when one of your friends brought up a question he quickly froze from his spot and hid to listen to your conversation.
"Y/n do you like anyone?"
He could see you think for a moment. He felt his breath hitch and eagerly waited for your response.
"Mm yeah I do"
His eyes widened and he continued to eavesdropped while your friends freaked out.
"Oh my! Who is it!"
"Tell us tell us!"
Oh he too wanted to know.
"I won't tell you!"
"Aw c'mon! At least the first letter of their name or appearance!"
"Yeah!"
You thought for a moment before giving in.
"Fine, but I'll only describe his appearance."
Both of your friends nodded eagerly and waited for you to tell them the small clue.
Even mikey was eager.
"Well he has blonde hair…mm what else, oh! And he has a few classes with me!"
"Yeah, that won't be helpful in finding out who it is."
"Is it someone we know?"
You let out a sigh before saying one little clue.
"Yes he is someone we know, mm let's just say he is in our friend group."
Mikey stayed still for a bit, trying to process your words.
Someone in your friend group?
Wait, him and the others are in your friend group!
Mikey felt like a piece of him went away.
So that means it's one of his friends
Mikey quickly turned around and left.
He is going to find out who in his friend group stole your heart before he could.
Meanwhile with you and your friends
"Friend group?! Mmm blonde hair blonde hair…draken?"
"Chifuyu?"
"Takemichi?"
"Inupi?"
"Pah-chin?"
"Emma?"
"Oh don't tell me you guys are going to list all the blondes in are friend group"
"Kazutora?"
"He not blonde!"
"But he has blonde streaks!"
You rolled your eyes and looked at f/n when she let out a loud gasp.
"Wait wait! I think I know who!"
You quirk an eyebrow and waited for her answer.
"Is it mikey?"
They could see you freeze up and avoid their gaze which already told them the answer.
"Oh my god! It is mikey!"
"Shh! Not so loud!" You said while slapping your hand on his mouth. You quickly looked around and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that no one was around.
"Oh my! You do like him!"
"F/n! Please don't say it out loud!" You whined and she quickly shushed up.
"Sorry sorry!"
"I knew it!" M/n said
"Just shut up you two, hurry we have to get to class or we'll be late."
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"What got into him?"
"Don't know, he's been glaring at all of us since this morning."
"Did someone eat his dorayaki?" Takemichi whispered while everyone side-eyed mikey who was sitting there quietly watching their every move.
"I doubt it, he would be whining, not quiet."
"Mikey are you okay?" Emma asked, getting a little worried and creep out from her brother.
"I'm fine" he said calmly which caused everyone to stare in horror.
"He's definitely not fine."
"No shit."
They watched as mikey looked around the cafeteria and stared at a certain someone.
"Is it about y/n?" Takemichi asks, seeing the blond stare lovingly at the male who was sitting a few tables away.
"Actually yeah."
He turned to look at them and pouted.
"I overheard y/n say he likes someone, and that someone is one of you guys."
He said with an upset tone. Everyone just stared at each other before turning back to mikey.
"You overheard?"
"He probably eavesdropped."
"I did not!"
"...."
"Okay maybe"
Draken rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.
"Did he say a name or anything?"
"Nope, but he did say that the person was blonde and that is in this friend group." He said before glaring at everyone again.
"So that's why you were glaring at all the blondes in the group?" Baji said before letting out a loud laugh, followed by the other non-blondes.
"Mikey you do realize that you're blonde too right?"
He sat there quietly before grabbing a strand of his hair and gasping.
"Your right!"
"Oh god this idiot '' Draken said while massaging his temples. The rest laughed while mikey sat there smiling.
"I'm going to confess to y/n!"
Before anyone could say anything, a familiar figure approached their table.
"Hi guys!"
"Hi y/n!" Emma and hina said with bright smiles. You smiled back before greeting the rest.
"Come sit with us y/n!" Baji said but you politely declined.
"Oh no no! I'm actually here to talk to someone." Everyone froze and looked at mikey who curiously stared at you. You turned to look at mikey.
"Mikey can we talk?"
He nodded his head and got up from his seat. You two left the cafeteria and went to a more private area.
"So mikey"
"Mhm?"
He could see the slight hesitation in your movement which made him a little confused.
"I've been wanting to tell you for some time now…and-"
"Wait!"
You stopped and looked at him confused.
"Is this about you wanting help with asking one of my friends out?"
"Huh?"
"You like someone from my friend group right? Blonde hair too right? Is it draken? Takemichi? Chifuyu? Inupi? Or kazutora-"
You could feel your eye twitch and let out a scoff.
"It's you dumbass, I like you."
"Oh you like me?....WAIT YOU LIKE ME?!"
You playfully rolled your eyes and nodded. Mikey felt like he was in cloud nine and couldn't contain his excitement and lunge at you.
"I also like you!"
You smiled at his confession and hugged him back. But then you remember his previous question.
"How did you know I liked someone from your friend group?" You asked curiously.
"I overheard"
"Overheard?"
"...."
"Fine, I eavesdrop"
It was silent for a few seconds before you spoke up.
"And also kazutora not blonde"
"He is!"
"He not!"
Yeah you two spent your time bickering over kazutora hair color for the next 5 minutes.
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I hope this wasn't bad😭
Reblogs and feedback is appreciated!
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hello👋
i wanna start off by saying i really liked your recent mitsuya post. it was so cute and that's kind of how i imagine mitsuya. so it was really fun to read it.
also, if it's alright with you i'd like to make a request. can i request draken with a fem!reader who tends to overwork herself and downplay her bad health even when it's obvious that she is suffering in pain or just not feeling well at all.
you can make it cute and fluffy and/or add nsfw stuff if you want to. whatever you fee like.
-🌱
✰ PAIRING — draken x fem!reader
✰ TAGS — fluff <3 barely edited!!! reader has a caffeine addiction lol. tends to forget to eat/drink water. i think that's all
AN: oh gosh i am so SO sorry that this took so long! i was on vacation and on hiatus for a while. but thank you for the love on the mitsuya piece it really means a lot <3 <3
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your eyes are starting to strain.
you don't know how long you've been sitting here — staring at your laptop screen on your dining room table with the lights dimmed low. wasn't the sun up when you first sat here? you really can't remember. it's dark outside, and the apartment is deathly silent.
you're on your third cup of coffee, your back feels as stiff as a wooden board with how long you've been sitting down. for the most part — you've been productive, even getting ahead of your work and what's been asked of you.
you notice there's a pattern every time — you sit down, telling yourself it would only be for a little while, then you start remembering things that still haven't gotten done, the to-do list gets longer; and you find yourself still in the same spot hours later.
you distantly hear the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, and a few seconds pass by as you wait for the greeting you're always met with.
"i'm home!" draken yells out. he cant see you yet, still in the foyer, but he knows you're here.
the thud of footsteps gets louder and you see him enter through the doorframe of your kitchen. you think it's pretty funny how he has to slightly dip his head down to make it through, his height always getting in the way.
"hey," you smile at him from where you sit, "how was your day?"
he visibly slumps at the sight of you, like the relief of finally being home gets to him. he places a white bag—that you assume has takeout in it—on top of the counter and sighs, "long, tiring, but, it was pretty good. inupi and i finally settled down in the new shop. it was hectic."
he approaches you from behind, and rests his forearms on the back of your chair. "whatcha up to?" he places his chin on the crown of your head, a habit he's picked up while living with you.
you cant really look at him when you talk, so you laugh lightly and tell him, "just work, its been really stressful lately. and there's still so much i have to do! i'm not even near being finished," you groan.
"have you. . . " he pauses, and he looks around at the state your space is in: the empty coffee mugs, used napkins, pencils and papers spread out. ". . .have you even taken any breaks?"
"or, drink any water? because all i see is coffee mugs here, babe," he continues.
you suddenly forget how to speak, because, no, you haven't drank a proper amount of water today, and no, you don't think you've taken any breaks either. it finally hits you, and you realize just how long you've been sitting down.
"I—yeah. of course i have," you say slowly. and it so obvious that you aren't telling the truth, because he feels your body tense and your voice crack.
he drops his forehead now on the back of your head, and sighs deeply. his arms come down to circle around your upper body as much as the chair would allow him, "what am i gonna do with you?"
silence engulfs the room. you really don't have anything to say, but you know better. he's always asking you to take care of yourself and to make sure you aren't overworking. but, if he's not here to remind you, then who will? you definitely can't rely on yourself when it comes to something like this.
"there's. . . water, in-in the coffee," you say, trying to lighten the mood but he only huffs out a breath of laughter and it makes you crack a smile too.
"y'know that doesn't count, silly girl," he lifts himself, and you're suddenly yanked away from the table, the chair pulled back by him.
"k-ken! what're you doing?"
"c'mon, get up," he says, walking in front of you and pulling your arms.
"but i'm not done! there's still-"
he throws his head back and sighs loudly in frustration, but you know he's not angry at you, "babe, i'm sorry, but your work can wait. it's literally the weekend and i'm so hungry i think i could die,"
you're out of your chair, and you look up to see him already gazing down at you, "i've brought food, I'm not eating all of that on my own."
there's a beat of silence before your stomach growls, loud enough that both of you can hear it.
"tch," he flicks your forehead playfully, "of course you haven't eaten anything. do i need to watch you 24/7 to make sure you're living like a proper human?"
you look away, too embarrassed to face him anymore, "I am taking care of my self! i just, i get too caught up with what i'm doing once i start,"
he turns around and barks out a laugh, "sure you have!" he says sarcastically.
he makes his way back into the kitchen, "help me set the table, i've been dyin' to tell you about this dog thats been wandering into the shop recently. he kinda looks like inupi,"
you smile, and you realize that even if you can't seem to put yourself first, you know that draken will always be there reminding you to care for yourself.
you don't know what you'd do without him.
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Could you please write a small story about a party for Benkei's birthday? I legit got so upset when he didn't get a birthday illustration from Wakui </3
YOU FUCKING BET I WILL
I was shooketh and sort of bummed, but this is fine. Everything is fine.
Planned Surprise: Keizo Arashi x Reader
wc: 631
tw: a smidgen of smut, y'all, and College AU! (I fucking love College AU)
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Keizo's still dreaming when he feels the bed sink a little next to him. He's still half-in, half-out when he feels your lips press against his cheek. And then there's a soft, "Happy birthday, Big Guy." Keizo tries to pull himself out of the ether when you slither across his skin, holding him close and placing your head on his chest.
He hums low, making you giggle as his hand comes up to stroke your back.
"Just one more hour," Keizo grumbles, cracking open one eye.
"So you don't want your birthday surprise?" Fingers tug at his boxers, and Keizo opens his eyes quickly, watching you pull at the waistband leisurely.
"You're trying to kill me, baby," he grumbles, tossing the sheet aside and giving you a wicked grin. "Take a man out in his sleep by giving him head, why don't you?"
"Is that a yes?" you wonder innocently, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend. Your hand fishes his dick out of his pants, and he grunts once, lacing his hands through your hair. Your lips kiss down his length and back up again, and finally, Keizo whispers a long "yes..." as your lips close around his tip.
"Happy birthday!"
Keizo comes down the stairs, thoroughly showered and dressed, with you trailing behind him. His Beta Rho Alpha brothers set off little confetti poppers as he joins them in the kitchen.
"We know you don't like big parties," Takeomi begins, a lazy smile spread across his face. "So we decided to do a little brunch thing. We have orange juice!" Shinichiro proudly holds up the jug of orange juice.
"We have pancakes!" Mitsuya turns from the stove and gives everyone a thumbs-up, hand poised to flip a pancake. "We've got fruit!" Wakasa sits idly at a table, a dango stick stuck in his mouth as he points at the fruit lazily. "And we have alcohol!" Draken and Inupi hold up various bottles of alcohol, and Keizo laughs heartily, wiping his eyes at the sight of his frat brothers preparing all this for him.
"This is great. Thank you, guys," he murmurs, and Shin emits an "aww" at his comment. He places the orange juice down on the table and comes over to hug his friend, whispering,
"You're so old now. So fucking old."
"I'm only one year younger than you," Keizo reminds him, patting his head.
"Still Brother Bear," Shin adds, patting his back. "Big Ol' Brother Bear."
"And we couldn't have put any of this shit together without y/n playing distractor," Takeomi mentions, motioning toward you. "Gave us a shit-ton of time." Keizo and you both turn a little red, but everyone seems to be too into the prospect of getting wasted at breakfast to really notice.
"Can't wait 'til you see what I got you," Waka chuckles, elbowing Keizo in the ribs while picking up a pancake. "You're gonna love this year's gift."
"If it's another scary movie, I'm gonna--"
"I'm making mimosas!" Inupi yells over the ruckus, holding a champagne glass with flushed cheeks.
"How much have you had?" You question Inupi, who dodges your inquiry deftly with a simple "more than you've had" and an added wink and wiggle of the brows.
"Fill my cup up," you demand, and the man happily concocts your drink.
"I knew you'd see it my way... Waka! Do you want another mimosa?"
Various shouts of "no" echo around the kitchen, but Waka dances his way over to Inupi anyway.
"Make mine extra strong."
"Just one day," Keizo mutters, rolling his eyes. "One Saturday without drinking?"
"Impossible," Waka tosses back, shrugging. "It's your birthday!" And Keizo would never admit it out loud, but seeing his friends enjoying themselves for his birthday was the best present he could ever receive.
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Who Is She?
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Pairing: Inupi Seishu x F!Reader
Synopsis: lots of misunderstandings are fixed within one night.
CW: 18+ MDNI, Service Dom! Reader, Sub! Inupi, oral (m!receiving), mention of past affairs, fluff, friends to lovers, Bonten Timeline (some minor changes), slight mention of self-edging.
A/N: This my first time writing any sort of smut, feedback is appreciated !
He didn't know what he expected to be different when Draken had told him Kazutora was hosting a birthday party for Chifuyu at Takemichi’s house.
Because the two boys shared an apartment, Kazutora knew it wasn't big enough for all their friends to gather in. That's basically what the party was, a gathering. One that should usually last 3-8 if you're a normal person, but with them time didn't matter.
one hour turned into three, three hours turned into six, and six hours now lead up to the clock about to strike 11:20 at night. The dark blue sky is decorated with bright stars in a polkadot pattern. The moon reflected against his bare, pale skin, face having a natural glow.
He's in the backyard of Takemichi and Hina’s house, slouched in their installed round, jacuzzi. His eyes are closed, and he's lost count of the minutes he's been in there–which isn't very safe. He didn't seem to care though, for he just enjoyed how the cold wind brushed against his bare face. Both hands cupped the nape of his neck–hair pulled up in a heavy bun to prevent it from getting soaked.
He didn't bring a swimsuit or anything like that, he's simply in his briefs while his entire outfit is neatly folded on the patio table. His shoes are inside by the front door out of respect, and his mind is lost in thought.
No matter how many times everyone has seen each other at their worst, they all seem to dress up for every occasion–even him. But as soon as everyone meets up, it all goes downhill from there. Insults left and right towards one another about the stupid act they're putting up. All of them are just a bunch of hypocrites.
He hears the sliding door leading into the house open, closing a few more seconds later which is then followed by soft footsteps. He doesn't bother opening his eyes or adjusting his posture, he was too far along at being comfortable.
Suddenly, the stranger announces themself.
“Boo!”
Inupi cracks open his left eye and lolls his head back against the rim of the jacuzzi. His bluish-green eye meets with her [color] ones.
“Enjoying yourself all alone?” You ask him, crouched on the left side of his head. Your hands rest on your knees as your bottom is an inch or two off the floor, and you're giving him a soft smile.
Inupi opens his other eye, breaking the hold his hands have on each other and dropping them to his sides. “I left as soon as they started doing that drinking game” he shrugs, not returning your peace offering.
You snicker and stand up, placing your red polo cup on the patio fence before reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone.
He only listens to your shuffling as he continues staring up at the sky, getting a glimpse of you every now and then since you only stand a few feet away.
You're still dressed in your outfit you seemed not to give much thought about–which you never did. You wore black pants that weren't too baggy but also not too skin-fitted. You had on a white, plain spaghetti strapped tank top accompanied by a white fluffy jacket. You also wore white slippers Hinata had offered to all of you.
Even with the lack of energy, you still somehow pulled it off.
“Mind if I join you? Trying to hide from Kazutora before he can get me to play another drinking game” you chuckle, already stripping off your jacket after placing your phone on the fence.
It reveals the tattoos on both your arms. Your right arm was a half sleeve that only covered the upper part. Your left arm had a few butterflies on the lower part of your arm, more on the inside rather than the out.
Inupi tears his eyes away from the ink and waves his hand, “Ain't mine, you don't need my permission” he assures.
Unlike him, you leave your clothes left in a pile by the tub. You strip your shirt off and drop it on the jacket while sliding off the slippers before kicking off your pants in the same direction.
You’re now left in your undergarments as you crouch down, dipping in one foot at a time while you tie your hair up–same as his. However, you stay seated on the porch while only your legs feel the vibrating heat, arms resting on your thighs as you lean forward to stare at Inupi’s side profile.
“Something on your mind?” you ask, the smile you were forcing now dropped as you twist your upper body around and reach for your jacket. “You look how I wanna look right now” you sigh, digging into the pockets once again,
“How am I looking?”
“Like you're fucking miserable”
Inupi actually flinches at your words, slightly tilting his head and darting his eyes over to you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion and offense at your statement, especially with the unfazed expression on your face–meaning those words you spoke came from the heart.
He watches as you pull out a box of cigarettes, seeing as it's a new box due to only a few missing. You then pull out a lighter which was most likely bought from one of those cheap gas stations; however, they did work nice.
“Want one?” You offer, placing one between your lips as you reach the box over to him.
He doesn't hesitate to sit up and take one from you, holding it between his fingers and against his mouth–unlike you. “Thanks..” he quietly says.
You set the box aside and pull back on the gear to the lighter, holding it out to him first. He leans forward and lets the small fire heat up under the white end of the stick, waiting a few more seconds before pulling back.
You quickly hold the lighter in front of your cigarette now, cupping a hand on the side to prevent the incoming wind from ruining it. Once you see the paper begin to burn, you let go of the gear and set it down.
Inupi takes the first inhale, dragging it out longer than he usually would. After pulling the cigarette away he kept the smoke in for a few seconds. He then lets it out, feeling as if he was in a meditation class.
You give it a quick and simple hit, much less smoke coming out from your mouth than it did his. “Holy shit, you are miserable” you raise your brows. “Fuck’s wrong with you?”
Inupi only shrugs, “nothing worth mentioning. Jus’ wanna get faded”
“Yeah well a cigarette ain't gonna cut it” you scoff, taking another hit with a head shake. As you exhale the smoke, you slowly dip the rest of your lower body into the jacuzzi, arms still resting along the rim so you don't risk the chances of your cigarette getting put out.
Inupi doesn't mind that you two are only a foot away from each other, but he knows someone else will. As a response, he leads the brown end of the stick back to his lips, eyes showing no regret–for he was supposed to stop smoking a week ago.
But as long as you were around him, he knew that would never happen. Just the stress and overwhelming thoughts you bring him makes the man want to hate you. He wants to cuss you out and make you feel guilty for the way you make him feel, knowing you two could never be together.
Other times he just wants to be in bed with you all night, wondering how your fingers feel digging into his scalp, nails scratching his back and thighs, soft pretty voice calling his name after every kiss you leave on his body. Kissing every scratch you may leave, every mark, every touch.
Inupu takes another drag, catching you by surprise.
“Jesus dude..” you shake your head.
“What?” smoke unintentionally blows out from his mouth.
You sigh and shift your body more towards him. Now you're sitting on the back of your right leg while your right arm–prompted up on the porch–holds the side of your head. Your left only contributes by holding the cigarette.
Inupi stays facing forward while his head tilts back up, adam's apple bobbing as he nervously swallows his saliva under your stare. He wonders if this is the intimidation your partner feels, having the fortunate luck of being cared for with such lustful attention.
“You don't got a thing ruining your body, huh?” you ask, noticing how well his body is taken care of. “Besides the scar, it's really only your insides looking like shit” you refer to how horrible his lungs must feel with every smoke he intakes–imagining them pleading for mercy.
He doesn't say a thing, refraining himself from taking another hit after being put on the spotlight. were you always this blunt?
He hears the water make swish sounds coming from your direction, so he fully turns his head and sees you sitting much closer to him–your faces not too far apart. He just needs to lean forward a few inches then he can feel those used lips of yours, not caring if he's the last person to ever experience them.
Your head is slightly tilted, smile stretched on your mouth as your eyes dart all around his face. He's holding his breath, afraid you'll find it as a turn off if you smell its rotting scent. He only looks into your eyes you never meet, trying to give you the hint to just close the gap.
However, all you do is clear your throat and pull back to which his chest tightens at. Your right hand takes the cigarette from your other and puts it out against the wooden porch, leaving it there before mimicking his position.
You're sitting properly against the rim of the tub, legs swiftly kicking underwater while your arms spread around the edge. “You'd look good with some simple studs” you admit, hand closer to him fiddling with his earlobe.
Inupi doesn't flinch or move away from your touch, it was a simple friendly gesture no one could get offended or jealous at. Even if it was only for a moment, he can still feel the warmth of your fingers lingering behind.
“you should come over, i'll pierce them for free” You offer, scooping the hot water into your palm and rubbing it on the side of your face, down to your collarbones.
The man scoffs and lifts the cigarette back between his lips, “I don't think your girlfriend would like me over” he says before inhaling the smoke and slowly letting it back out.
Your smile turns into a confused one, eyebrows knitting together which creates a crease in the direct middle. You slowly begin to side eye him, about to break out into a laughing fit.
“Girlfriend?”
Now it's Inupi’s turn to look at you, eyes scanning to confirm if you're messing around or not. “Uh..you and Yuzuha..?”
You're quick to let out a laugh which you cut off with a slap to the mouth. Your eyes close and eyebrows raise in relief, worried that you were drunk to the point you forgot you had a partner.
“What?” Inupi looks at you with confusion, sitting up and hunching his back to try and look at your covered face.
Your laughter dies down as you wave him off. “Me and Yuzuha? Why would you think that?” you ask, leaning back with folded arms as you meet his eyes.
He immediately looks away and rubs his forehead. He lets out a sigh as his fingers now punch the bridge of his nose. did he just fuck things up?
“She said you two were like a thing?”
“When did she say that?”
You watch as he takes another drag, sighing it out with frustration. A headache was formed from the embarrassment, idiocy, and overall the awkward tension he's created for himself. “Just earlier she was bragging about how you know how to take care of people's…stress” smoke leaves his hesitant mouth, feeling weird talking about this topic with you.
You roll your eyes with a smile of disbelief directed towards stars. “Jesus, we've only hooked up like twice and this girl thinks she gets bragging rights…” you sigh, rubbing your face with both hands out of shock. “It's fine though, she's just out of it tonight” you assure, pointing back at the house.
Inupi’s lips part while looking at you, trying to find the words to keep talking but none come to mind. It felt as if a huge wave of relief just washed over him, cleansing him from any negative energy he may have encountered or manifested on his own.
Due to his sudden silence you decide to spare him another glance. “What?” you question his stunned expression.
He shakes his head while putting his cigarette out, not craving the feeling of it's side effects anymore. “I just..” he trips over his words, hands cradling the nape of his neck once again. “This entire time I thought you guys were like, together together” he admits in a quiet tone, feeling ashamed of his thoughts.
Inupi feels more sober than ever, praying he could just disappear and pretend this conversation never happened. He feels as if he just ruined his chances with you–if there ever was one. His chest tightens as anxiety bubbles in his stomach, leading it to rise up and being caught in his throat.
You're still a little tipsy, not fazed by his assumption at all. You actually got a good laugh out of it, making this night even better than it was before. However, when you look over at him, all you can do is lower your smile to a frown.
The man seemed bothered, body language expressing shame due to his bowed head, slump shoulders, and hands running all over his face. He was a complete wreck for no reason, too much of a wreck if you ask yourself.
“Wait–” You lift up a hand and shake your head with closed eyes–one thought leading to another. “Is that why you've been holding out on me? because you thought I was dating Yuzuha?” you ask with a full face of confusion.
Inupi pulls his head back, “What?” He questions. “Holding back?”
You scoff and sit up straight with him, “Inupi–” You rest an arm on the rim of jacuzzi, other splashing some water in his direction. “I've literally offered you to come over many times. I've even asked if you wanted to go get some drinks with me. But you're always declining” you remind with a smile, finding this whole thing amusing.
“Stop…” he pleads, holding a hand up to the side of his head.
He hated the way you made him feel. The power you had over this man was just ridiculous. He's literally been pinning over you the second Draken took him along the ride to pick you up from prison.
You were arrested after the Three Deities fight, taking the blame for South’s death which allowed Mikey to get away. Inupi did know you beforehand, but only between the Black Dragons defeat and the aftermath of the Tenjiku fight.
Fortunately your arrest knocked some sense into Mikey, so now he's currently inside with everyone else–drinking and possibly taking part in Kazutora’s games.
“Inupi…”
The man comes back to his senses and barely turns his head. There you were, on his left while your body faces him–sitting on the back of your legs. Your right hand slithered it's way against the side of his head, your thumb caresses his ear while the other fingers rest behind the shell.
You're looking up at him through your soft eyelash extensions Yuzuha had practiced on you. Your [color] eyes pull him into a trance he'd fall for no matter what–drunk, sober, blind. Your voice and words alone was more than enough to reel him in.
God and your touch was just so..it felt so much better knowing you were single with no more strings attached to anyone.
His breath hitches, “y-yeah?”
You smile at him with eyes no one can resist. “Was Yuzuha really the reason you were so bothered?”
You were leaning forward now, left hand dipping underwater and finding its place on his abs. Your breath is tickling his jaw while your right hand moves more up to twirl the hair sticking out from his bun.
He stiffens up, eyes fluttering closed as he feels your lips now ghosting his sensitive and untouched skin. And the way your hand slowly trails up his stomach makes his insides twist out of something he couldn't explain.
“Or is it just some..pent up desire you refuse to share?”
Your lips finally connect to his soft jaw, making his stomach curl and suck in. His chest pushes out due to the air he inhaled with a shaky gasp, hands staying glued to the edge of the tub.
You trail the soft kisses up along his jaw, taking your time while one hand takes his hair out from the bun, your other raising closer and closer to his pecs.
He finally releases the air from his stomach and chest, the back of his head leaning against the porch ground as you drag your kisses further down his neck.
“[name]...” He whispers in a rushed but shaky breath.
“Hm?” you hum against his neck, coming to a stop as your nose tickles his skin. Your hand that pulled out his bun now twirls his sunflower blond hair.
“Please–” he shuts his eyes closed tight, feeling the anxiety turn into sensitivity. “–don't stop” he begs.
You smile in satisfaction against his neck before pulling away, making him toss his head back up and look at you with a flushed expression.
“I don't really feel like doing this in our friend's hot tub” you tease, removing your hands and body away from him–but you were serious about the location you two were at. “But if you came over…” you trail off, slowly standing up and sitting back on the porch.
He shifts his body sideways, looking at you with eyes in disbelief. That wasn't even a sample of your touch, even he knew that. You were holding back on him now, and he was not a fan.
He watches as your foot stretches out to him, before he feels it touch his lower abdomen, trailing all the way back up his chest just like your hand did not too long ago.
“Or y’know…Yuzuha could use my help anytime” you smirk, seeing how confused and annoyed he was.
Inupi grabs your foot and pushes it off, making you snicker. He then stands up and lifts himself out of the tub, water still dripping off his body while walking past you.
You stand up and grab your clothes, only sliding on the pants and tank top since the jacuzzi left you a little hot, so the jacket was a no go. You then pick up your remaining items and walk past him.
“Hope you brought your bike” you call out as you place your hand on the sliding door handle. “Yuzuha drove us” you shrug with a teasing smile, watching from afar as he still shimmy's on his clothing.
You then walk inside, leaving him out there to struggle even more.
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Never in his life did Inupi ever feel so grateful to have the excuse of having a low alcohol tolerance. Even if he sobered up the second he saw you, the drunk friends of yours didn't even second guess it.
You told them you had work tomorrow, which they believed. Even Yuzuha, knowing damn well you told that girl you don't work on weekends.
But none of that matters right now, what matters is the pleasure and satisfaction Inupi should get by the end of the night.
Inupi doesn't remember how you two got in this position, he doesn't remember you laughing the entire ride as he goes past the speed limit, he doesn't even remember you guys walking up to yours and Yuzuha’s apartment.
He was zoned out the entire time–which might have been unsafe. He was too lost in thought, filled with anxiety, feeling as if his own soul wanted to leave his body.
But now all he can focus on is how you're kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip while he sucks your top. It was a sloppy kiss that started out in the hallway of the apartment complex, leading to the nearest wall inside your home. One of your hands is caressing his cheek while your other snakes it's way up his chest–under his shirt. His hand placement is hesitant, gripping your hips but sliding up to your waist every now and then.
both your heads tilt in opposite directions, and he's losing himself in the moment. You met with his pace, following his lips rhythm that seemed to change every time your hand inched further up his chest.
When your thumb accidentally brushes against his nipple, he jolts as a reaction, making you smirk in amusement.
“C’mon” You break the kiss as you retreat your hands and pull him by his collar into your room.
Inupi is quick to reconnect your lips, finding comfort in the way you're taking care of him. Just this simple touch makes him hot and sweaty, nervous he'll make a fool of himself because this is his first time doing it with you.
He's now sitting at the edge of your bed with you straddling his lap, hands trailing down his chest while you leave much longer kisses against his neck. He's tilting his head up to give you more room, completely trusting his well-being in your hands.
“Y’know–” you say between kisses, “it'll feel much better– if your pants were off” Your warm breath tickled his skin, but your words burned into his mind. “I can help if you want” you offer in such a seductive tone he’s never heard come from your mouth.
“Fuck– please, yes!” he pants, nodding his head as his eyes glued shut.
“Your shirt?” You pull away, making him groan in annoyance.
“Yes! all of it!” his head nods up and down even more, opening his eyes to show you his desperation.
You give a cocky smile and lean forward, placing kisses around his mouth while undoing the remaining buttons he hasn't got to yet. He tries turning his head to meet your lips, but you avoid them like the tease you are, making him plead even more.
“Please, [name]” he huffs out, hands finding their way to hold your lower back.
“You need to relax” You assure, helping him shimmy off his shirt which reveals his pale bare chest. You then reach for his hands behind your back and unlatch them, pinning them to his sides while you begin sinking to your knees. “that's the whole point of this, now just enjoy it”
You softly push him by his lower abdomen, gesturing for him to lay on his back so it's easier to remove his clothing.
‘the whole point of this’
Inupi gets brought back into his thoughts as your fingers fiddle with his belt. His breathing is still racing as he thinks to himself what those words meant. Why were you even doing this? because he looked miserable and stressed? Or did you actually return the feelings he’s had for you for the past four years.
Was it a bad time to be thinking about this while you're literally on your knees before him.
“Seishu”
His hands grip the sheets, realizing his pants were stripped off of him–meaning he’s only left in his underwear. “Yeah?” he breaths out.
You tilt your head, eyeing your hand as its fingers crawl their way up his thigh. “You sure about this?” you ask.
He pauses, wondering why you're asking that question now of all times. Did he do something wrong? Were you disgusted with how he looked? Was he too whiny and needy that it irked you?
Inupi feels you shift between his legs, standing on your knees and leaning over his lower abdomen. your hands still softly caressing his thighs as you're leaving kisses against his abs.
He can't even respond with all the attention you're showing him. The way you're now slowly getting up, carefully straddling his hips while trailing the kisses all over his soft skin. From his abs to his collarbones, you're leaving faded red marks he doesn't even realize. Your legs pin his waist onto the bed, keeping him in place as his body shivers.
“I don't want you regretting anything” you admit, letting him think of an answer as you lean closer, dragging your nose against his neck, leading it all the way up to his ear.
He briefly shakes his head, “i'm fine” he releases the deep breath he was holding, chest stuttering as he let it out. “Please, do whatever” he gives you his full permission to use him however you see fit–he does not care.
You hum and plant a kiss to the shell of his ear. You then use your right hand to slightly shift his head towards you while you meet him halfway, brushing your lips together before indulging into a sloppy make-out.
His hands slide up your thighs and land on your waist, squeezing the fat that they hold. He's gripping on them from the pleasure your tongue leaves against his, the way it swirls around it before sucking on the muscle. The little pants you leave don't come close to how loud his are. But even so, everything you did made him feel safe and comfortable.
You slowly begin to drag the kisses back down as you find yourself on your knees once more, not hesitating to plant pecks around his clothed cock.
His breathing becomes balanced, communicating and matching your pace you use on him. His eyes are closed, trying to imagine how you look from this angle since he's too shy to meet your eyes.
You lean back and fiddling with the top of his briefs, slowly dragging them off as your nails leave red marks behind. Finally you pull his remaining clothing off and his cock springs free, making him suck in his stomach once again due to feeling embarrassed by how hard he already is–precum leaking from his slit which left stains on his underwear.
He didn't get a chance to speak his next words, choking on them as your dominant hand wraps around his length–your other cups behind his leg. Inupi felt his heart pounding so hard that he swears it's going to burst out of his chest, overwhelmed with the thought that it's actually you pulling back on his foreskin to reveal the head and not some wet dream he's having.
“Seishu~” You coo, leaning forward and ghosting your lips over his throbbing cock while coating it with his precum.
“Hm–” his response is short due to his lips being glued together.
You internally laugh with air coming from your nose as a reaction. You then begin to plant kisses alongside his cock as your thumb circles his slit, making his body shudder.
Your mouth trails up to its head while your hand goes back to stroking his length. Your tongue suddenly dips into his slit, making the man shoot his eyes open and force himself off of his back with his arms.
“Fuck, [name]” he whispers, meeting with your eyes as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth.
Your hand that held the back of his leg removes itself and reaches for his. He lets you pull him into a more straight posture, allowing your hand to glide its way up his pale chest.
He watches as slowly begin to sink your head further down his length, cheeks becoming hollow as your wet heat engulfs him. The eye contact you held should have had him cumming right then and there, but he held back–not wanting this to be over so quickly. He would be ashamed for the rest of his life if it did.
Inupi’s lips are parted as your tongue swirls around his cock along with your hand still moving up and down his shaft. Your other hand purposely brushed a thumb against his pink nipple, before pinching it between your fingers.
Your actions cause him to arch his hips, forcing more of himself down your mouth. At first you may have paused and softened your touch against his chest, but you went right back to work that same second.
“Right there, right there, that's it” he moans, unknowingly reaching a hand to the back of your head and softly caressing your hair before digging his fingertips into your scalp.
You lower your head even more, making him toss his back with closed eyes. You close yours as well and begin to bob your head up and down, hand following your movements.
Your opposite hand drops back down and cups at his balls, rubbing at them which makes him let out another whine with sweat running down his face.
He's never had this much physical attention before. He probably hooked up with one other girl a long time ago, but he knows she can't even be compared to you. That chick didn't give him this special treatment, she was the one demanding for pleasure. Inupi was frustrated the entire night but put up with it.
But you, you were actually taking care of him. This entire thing was about pleasing him. Hell, he didn't realize it, but you were still in your clothes. He was your main focus tonight, and you wanted him to know that.
Inupi opens his eyes and looks back down, falling in love with the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock. He notices how the further you push down his shaft the more spit begins to fall down your lips–though, you never seem to gag.
You remove your hand from his balls and intertwine them with his that are planted on your head. You're sinking your head further, making him let out a sharp gasp.
Your nose was pressed against his pelvis while his cock was feeling the tight space your throat engulfs him in. Again, his head falls back along with his eyes rolling, choking on a moan as his hand that holds him up begins to wobble. He feels loads of sweat running down his face and neck, embarrassed with how easy he falls under your touch.
“shit- stop, stop–” he whines, falling to his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. His hips sloppily met with your rhythm, still edging himself to the point he might pass out from overstimulation.
“Fuck, please!” He really didn't want you to stop, he was becoming sensitive with how you easily deepthroat him. You're so clean with breathing through your nose, only having trouble with the drool that escapes the corner of your lips.
Suddenly, you use your free hand to pick up his leg and prompt it over your shoulder. This made it easier for you to intake his length in and out, head going up and down to the base of his cock each time.
Your action has Inupi in a moaning mess, repeatedly calling out your name in high pitched gasp. His mouth parts open, lips stuttering as the back of his head digs into the mattress.
He doesn't ignore how you forget the slow pace you were once at, for you’re now bobbing your head up and down faster which makes his hips arch even more, starting to stutter along with his words.
“ha–fuck. don't stop–don't stop!” he pleads, hand slamming against the mattress multiple times in an attempt to find yours.
You get the message and almost immediately find his hand, cupping the bottom of his palm as your thumb caresses the top. It copied your head movement, rubbing up and down just like you did.
“[name], i'm gonna- i'm gonna–” he cried out, squeezing your hand to find comfort for this rippling orgasm about to hit.
You drop your head all the back down til your nose meets with his pubic hair, cock being squeezed within the inside of your throat. At the same time you use your other hand to reach up and pinch at his nipple, making him let out a high pitched moan.
He starts to feel a pool of fire forming in his lower abdomen as the leg lifted over your shoulder pulls you closer towards him. He feels dizzy while the sweat running down his skin leaves goosebumps with every trail.
“[name]!” Inupi feels this explosion of pleasure releasing from his body. He's cumming, and he's cumming hard. Spurts of his cum shoots down your throat. Hot, white ropes fill your mouth to the point it spills out from the corners.
Inupi feels his hips go limp, falling back onto the bed as he feels electricity shoot throughout his body. The earth was no longer spinning for him, he felt lightheaded as his ears began to ring, feeling as if time was being slowed down.
He's trying to catch his breath while panting out loud. He's gulping hard, throat becoming dry as hoarse incoherent words leave his lips. “Fuck..that's was just…” he breathes out, finding it appropriate to say after feeling your hand disconnect from his.
“Feel better?” Your voice overpowers the ringing in his ears.
Inupi lifts himself up but remains leaning back on his elbows. He watches as you use your fingers to capture the fallen cum dribbling down your chin, pushing it back into your mouth.
“Yeah” he nods. “Would've felt better if you didn't have clothes on either” he gestures his head towards your clothing.
You smile and stand as he sits up in a more proper posture. You stand between his legs, hands slowly and softly running along his hair. Your nails rake against this scalp, coming to a stop at the nape of his neck.
He tilts his head up, allowing your foreheads to press against each other. His hands find their way around your waist and to your back, creeping their way under your shirt. He loved the way your skin warmed his cold fingertips.
You suddenly stick your chin out and connect your lips together, their movements being calmer than earlier. The motion was almost like you were chewing on something, soft smooching sounds following behind it.
He slowly pulls away but makes sure your lips still ghost each other. “That thing you pulled back there surprised me” he whispers, thumbs circling your back.
You softly chuckle and brush some hair sticking to his sweaty face out of the way. “Which part?” you tease.
He shakes his head and lowers his lips to your jaw, “that leg thing..” he mumbles against your skin.
You let out a pleasured sigh through your nose, “ahh, just a lil thing I found out Yuzuha likes. wanted to try it on you” you inform, making his movements pause.
He pulls away and looks up at you with a raised eyebrow. “I don't think I like you talking about your past affairs right now” he says with a playful grin.
“mm” you hum and lean down, slightly bending over and tilting your head to latch your lips onto his neck. You don't say much after that, for you begin to suck on the skin your mouth planted against. Your tongue then gives a short lick to the now redden mark, the drool that pooled at the tip of it slowly trailing down his neck.
You then move over to the other side, making him let out a stuttering breath. “I don't think I can allow you to do this–” his hands move back down to your hips, squeezing at them for comfort. “–without getting riled up again” he admits.
You leave another mark before straightening out your back, hands finding his and caressing them. “Sorry” you apologize with a smile.
Inupi stands up and pushes you back a little, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. such a hypocrite. Though, he only left a five second long kiss, pulling away with a smile of his own.
You tilt your head and pat his hands before gently pulling them off of you. You turn around and walk a few feet, crouching in front of your dresser and pulling out a drawer that holds some clothing.
He is then tossed a pair of boxers, making him furrow his eyebrows in offense. “Whose are these?"
“mine” you laugh. “Sometimes I like to wear them” you assure while patting the side of his face.
He playfully rolls his eyes but bends over and pulls them over himself while you continue to question his hesitant expression.
Inupi didn't realize how late it was until the back of his head met with your pillow. He saw your alarm clock and it read ‘1:02 AM’.
Currently he lays with you in his arms, one wrapped around your shoulders while his other caresses your back. You lay on your side with your forehead resting against his chest. One hand is reached around under him, leaving slow and tickling designs on his back with your fingernails. Your other arm wraps over his stomach, the wrist and up laying limp.
The soft sheets only cover you guys from the waist down. You’re both practically glued together, legs entangling with each other, and overall just keeping one another warm.
“Hey, Yuzuha was pretty wasted. How she getting home?” he questions, looking down from the ceiling and towards you.
You inhale a deep breath through your nose, adjusting your head a little while scrunching your closed eyes. “Hinata said she could stay the night, so I took her keys” you yawn.
Inupi feels his own eyes start to drop–caused by your yawn. “Does this mean I'm driving you over there tomorrow?” he asked.
You lift the corner of your lips into a tired smile, chuckling at his question. “If you don't mind…”
The man lets out a “hah!” before brushing some hair out of your face. “I'd love to drive you to get your girlfriend tomorrow”
You groan and whack his stomach, making him laugh and hold the spot you hit. “Shut up..” you mumble. “she's not my type, relationship wise”
“Oh yeah? who is?”
“cocky bastard” you curse, words becoming slurred by how tired you were. “It's you, asshole. Now shut up and sleep” you yawn again, snuggling more closer to him–if that was even possible.
Inupi softly smiles at your blunt response, holding you close til his head falls on top of yours. So many sides of you he's gotten to see tonight, and he cherishes every single one.
Thank goodness for that married couples Jacuzzi.
#tokyo rev x you#tokyo revengers#tokyorev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#oneshot#fluff#x reader#inupi seishu#inui seishu#inupi x reader#inui x reader#smut
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I posted 543 times in 2022
That's 496 more posts than 2021!
403 posts created (74%)
140 posts reblogged (26%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@shortcakewitch
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I tagged 522 of my posts in 2022
Only 4% of my posts had no tags
#yeosatinyngz - 216 posts
#tokyo revengers x reader - 180 posts
#tokyo revengers scenarios - 167 posts
#tokyo revengers imagines - 163 posts
#tokyo revengers fluff - 139 posts
#tokrev x reader - 119 posts
#yeosatinyngz requests - 110 posts
#tokyo revengers - 105 posts
#tokrev x you - 99 posts
#yeosatinyngz inbox - 96 posts
Longest Tag: 93 characters
#but you better be nice to yourself or i’ll spawn in your room and make sure you love yourself
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
DID YOU ACCIDENTALLY POST THAT?! PT. 2
↳GN Reader | Crack Humor(?) | Pt. 1
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#4
Child meets their parent’s teen self Pt. 1
↳Fem Reader | Fluff
Request Rules ➣ Masterlist ➣ Part Two ➣ Part Three
Request: @sleepy-potato-chan Hi can i have a headcanon request of Izana, Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu and Angry (separated) with a female reader's child travel to their parent's past? like the child met their teen version of their parents?
Ooh your request seems fun, thank you so much for this great request! I really hope this is what you wanted, if it’s not I’m more than ok with fixing it to the way you want it.
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#3
Selling their stuff on a snapchat story Pt. 1
↳GN Reader | Crack Humor(?) | Pt.2 | Pt. 3
➼A/N: Their first message is a reply to your story
Ran
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#2
I wanna ruin our friendship
Characters in this prompt: Izana, kakucho, Draken, Mitsuya, Hakkai
↳GN Reader (But implied Fem Reader in Hakkai's part, sorry)
➼You text them “I wanna ruin our friendship” followed up with “We should be lovers instead”
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My #1 post of 2022
You want kisses?
Characters in this prompt: Izana, Sanzu, Inupi, Kazutora, Shinichiro
↳GN Reader | Fluff
➼You text them if they want kisses (You mean Hershey kisses, but they thought otherwise)
➼A/N: Valentine’s Day special oneshot! Happy Valentine’s Day y’all, who’s your anime valentines?👀
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Hello! I saw a fanart of mikey with pink hair yesterday and wanted to request the blonde toman boys reacting to their s/o putting pink (or what color u like) hair dye in their shampoo!! Thanks in advance! :)
helloo!! i imagine them reacting to their hair like Howl when it got dyed from orange to black- just plainly having a dramatic mental breakdown but thank u so much for requesting, hope u have a lovely day!! (✯ᴗ✯) ♡ i also added mitsu- ik he isn't blonde but he does have light ass hair
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐘𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐎
PAIRINGS: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, & Inupi x gn! reader
GENRE: fluff, humor
♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 was already half awake when he had stepped in the shower. He couldn't even continously wash his body from how his head kept dropping from sleepiness that he couldn't realize how he had grabbed the wrong shampoo, lathering his hair in a certain color he wasn't ready to face. When he washed his hair, he didn't really pay attention to the colorful water that drained as he continues. Fogging up the mirror, he didn't even need to walk by it and he just casually strolls into his bedroom after showering and got ready for the morning.
He comes down, leaving his hair uncombed because that was usually Draken's doing so when he comes down from the stairs like a princess in her coronation, a chorus of gasps echo from your mouths.
"Look! It's pinky pie!" Draken cracks a laugh, pointing to your boyfriend while he stares at you all bewildered.
"Oh fuck." You said, covering your face as Mikey raises an eyebrow as Emma covers her mouth. "I think it looks good." She says but Draken was just laughing in the background.
"What the hell.. is happening?" The newly dyed boy asked before he raises upstairs to find a mirror. Soon enough, you heard a scream and heavy footsteps coming down as he shouted with hands to his hair.
"MY HAIR. IS. PINK."
"Yeah, my little pony." Draken teased while you hid your face in a pillow only for Mikey to slowly grab it from you and you were faced to face with a smiling boyfriend and no it wasn't his typical smile, this one had a vein surfacing through his forehead.
"Hello my lovely little lover. Are you the menace to this doing?" He said, pinching your cheeks harshly as you sweat. "Aha, no—not me. I love you, you know? I'd never do that." You said, getting up the seat, trying to walk away.
"Of course, I love you too." He follows you and before you could accelerate to a sprint, he's already grabbing you from behind as he tackles you to the couch.
"MIKEY I'M SORRY! THAT WAS MEANT FOR ME! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D SHOWER THIS EARLY!" You said, softly punching his back as he fakes sobs into your shoulder.
"I'm not pretty anymore." He sobbed to you, trying to guilt trip you while he attacks your sides, tickling you to no end as you laughed.
"N-No! You look- ten times- prettier!" You stuttered through your giggles as he smiles at you.
"Do you mean that?" You panted before your hands travel to his hair, loving how soft and how pink it was.
"Yes, Mikey so—do you forgive me?" He pecks your cheek, lending a hand for you to take so you sat right up.
"Oh no—you're dying your hair neon green."
"MIKEY NO."
"It's a yes for me~"
♡ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 likes his hair tied to keep it out of his face so after he showers, he just lets you braid it again but now was a little different. Looking at the blue shampoo, he starts to debate whether this was for you since you said you bought some new stuff to test out so he sniff it out, noticing how it smelled good so he assumed it was truly for you so he just used it since it was already on his hand. Scrubbing his hair, he trusts that this was some new conditioner to make his hair extra soft.
However, after he showers, he looks at the mirror and there's a scream that can be heard even if you were in the living room. Chuckling, you decided to hide knowing what was about to happen. "Y/N!" he shouts, coming down, blue hair dripping as it leaves trails of water, gripping onto the towel on his waist as he looks for you.
"Come here you, idiot!" He shouts looking through every corner of the room. You thoroughly looked for a way out and as you took a step back, you let out an "hmp" when your back collided with his back.
"Hey Draken~"
"Hi, sweet cheeks." He says with a forced smile as he throws you over his shoulder.
"Draken, nice butt." You said laughing as he smacks your own lightly. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TO MY HAIR?" He aggressively asked in return which you can only respond with fits of laughter.
"So that's how you're gonna answer me? Okay then."
He began to spin around while you were still on his shoulder as you tossed around like a doll with your world spinning terribly. "DRAKEN LET ME GOO!"
"NOT UNTIL YOU FIX MY HAIR, BABE."
"I'LL BOOK A SALON MEETING PLEASE I'M GONNA THROW UP AND IT'S GONNA LAND ON YOUR ASS."
"OH SHUT UP."
♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 agrees to your self care nights, it was quite relaxing anyway so when you offered to massage his hair with a so called hair refreshing leave on conditioner, he really was unaware how you were applying temporary hair dye. Trying not to laugh, you just continued to put it on, slightly feeling bad.
"Can I wash it now or do I have to leave it on for 30 minutes, babe?"
"I'll wash it for you, you already took a shower earlier so we'll just go over it with the sink."
"Okay, love." He says, trusting you completely. 30 minutes pass and you're on the kitchen sink, washing down his hair while you avoided the mirror. You also instructed him to close his eyes throughout the process of washing it so it doesn't get in his eyes so he didn't get to see the pool of colors as it drained. While you were done, you immediately dried his hair off.
"Thanks, hun. It's late now—we can go to sleep if you want." Mitsuya suggests since it was a sleepover for you two so he doesn't care much about what happened to his hair and he just wants to jump in and hug you so you agreed, dozing peacefully as if you didn't just dye his hair without his acknowledgement.
He wakes up before everyone else so he can make breakfast, not actually wanting to leave your arms just yet but he had to. Suddenly, a sleepy Luna walks in with tired eyes but it widens when she sees her brother with bright hair that was completely different from his lilac hair.
"Your hair is a different color!!" She says, out of glee, clapping her tiny hands as Mitsuya chuckles. "You must be seeing things, Luna. I didn't dye my hair." He kindly argues but the little girl grabs her toy mirror and hands it to him, which made his jaw drop at his hair.
"What the-" he says in shock while he chuckles knowing exactly who did it. "Luna, say goodbye to Y/N."
He races to his room to see you sound asleep but when he sees how you hid under the blanket, he jumps on the bed to embrace you tightly, not wanting you to escape while you tried to wiggle your way out as he tickles you.
"You can't run from me, you know? 'Hair refreshing' my ass!" Mitsuya says laughing while you joined in, loving his hair anyway. "It is refreshing! It looks good on you, Mitsu~"
"Oh you're not gonna bribe me with that."
♡ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 would love to experiment on his hair but maybe not now—until you decided it was actually the perfect time for that. After watching a horror movie with him, even if you were slightly spooked for yourself, you seem to notice how Chifuyu hid on your shoulder most of the time so you wanted to enhance that shock factor and because you knew he'd look good in it.
So when he showers to wake himself up from that horrid movie, he doesn't even notice the red hair dye as he scrubs it on and there was a screech that echoed through the thin walls when he saw how there were splashes of red everywhere that were all coming from him.
"WHAT THE FUCK." but he slowly regains sense when he realizes not a single part of his body was wounded.
He rushes to the mirror, wiping away its fog with his hands and shrieks for the second time.
"Y/N!!" he shouts before finishing his shower, tossing a jacket over his body and his shorts so he can run to you as you ran.
"GET BACK HERE!" he says catching up to you as he hops onto your back, making you laugh as you fell to the bed with him on top.
"You turned me into a strawberry!" He says pouting while you laughed, remembering how he screamed. "Chifu, your voice cracked when you yelled." You teased while he rolls his eyes.
"I hate you." He huffs, crossing his arms to his chest and hops off of you to turn this back on you. You chuckled at his stubbornness. "Oh c'mon, Chifu! I'm sorry!" You apologized but he disappeared from the scene as the lights went out.
"Chifuyu? Where are you?" You asked roaming the house, a bit cautious of how it was so dark. Suddenly someone comes behind you, without your senses letting you know as water spills to your head making you let out a cuss. Hot breath is felt to your ear while you stood frozen.
"Revenge time." Your boyfriend whispers as you grabbed a hold of his arm while he continued to laugh at your reaction.
"CHIFUYU!"
"Y/N~"
♡ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐏𝐈 doesn't mind whatever you do to his hair because he just loves to see you on his lap being busy with it but he wasn't informed how you had a trick up your sleeve. "I'll just take a shower and then we can go out on that date." He bids, landing a peck to your cheek before you move out of the way so he can go to the bathroom. You felt a bit guilty because he offered a date but you had the shampoo bottle already in there so there was no trying to reverse it now besides you picked a light color.
He continues on with his routine in the shower, liking how you bought a new shampoo. He doesn't even pass to look at the mirror and is just casual to everything that was happening until Koko saw him after getting dressed up. "Well someone looks like a coin." He teased, nudging him and Inui looks at him confused. He enters his room to find his once sunflower blonde hair turned into silver.
"What the.. but I didn't-" he asks, confused of how his hair turned that color knowing he didn't even do anything to it. Running his hands through it, he does like the color despite not being updated to what just happened but a few pieces seem to click in his mind at the possible culprit.
When he comes back to you, he sees Koko patting you on the shoulder for a job well done and he finally realizes who was behind this hair switcheroo.
Hugging your from behind, Inupi rests his head on your shoulder.
"You like my hair color? I kind of thought you were a little bit original than this, pretty." He joked while you smiled. "I actually think the color suits you, Inui." You admitted as he hums in return.
"Yeah of course you do, you're biased."
"Am not, my boyfriend just looks good."
"Hm, I think the color moss green would look good on you, what'd you say babe?"
"Maybe not that."
TOKYO REV : @strawberrieas @kwrg @raya-sano @kimrena-stuff @heavensbeloved @rosewood1999
OVERALL: @stesphy
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only C+ cups club // mikey + smiley + inui x fem. bodied! reader
request — hi if i could could you do any tokyo revenge character with big breasts
genre — crack
warnings — boobs, suggestive
A.N — I literally have lemons, so can't relate 😤 I think you meant with an s/o with big breasts so yeah...
Mikey
look at this man's face and tell me he doesn't like boobs
you can't, he loves boobs
he is crazy about your body and its curves, no matter the 'shape'
he squeezes them like if they were anti-stress balls hehehe
loves to go buy with you underwear, but he doesn't love the prices tho, but only the best for his baby, will look for harnesses 🤭
he likes to hug you because he can feel them closer to him
mommy kink
he uses them as a pillow sometimes, it calms him and he can hear your heartbeat, double reward!
¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!
Smiley
this boy is crazy for your tiddies, everything is so perfect, whatever shape you have he loves them
doesn't care about your nipples, no matter the color or size, he just loves them
the first time he saw them he went 😋 how could they be so perfect?
and the best of all, his palm fitted perfectly, like it was made for you
bra shopping is so fun with him, he tries them on in him, and chooses the most chaotic and striking colors and patterns he can find so you can look all pretty and decorated for him 😋
¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!
Inupi
he loves all sizes of breasts, whether big or small, or medium, or nonexistent, he just loves breasts
likes to cuddle facing you, this way he can lay on them
they are his favorite part of you, so many uses and they are so pretty too
he is a shy boy so bra shopping with him is complicated, he can't go in the bra section without getting his face red, like tomato red, but it is so cute :3
he also massages your back because he knows you can have pain because of them!
loves lace, so when he is actually able to help you will choose darker shades of lace underwear
#[✯] mikey#[✯] smiley#[✯] inupi#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev#manjiro sano#sano manjiro#manjiro sano x reader#sano manjiro x reader#mikey x reader#smiley#smiley x reader#kawata nahoya x reader#kawata nahoya#nahoya kawata x reader#inui seishu x you#inui x reader#inupi x reader#inui seishu x reader
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Gojo Satoru
One Shots
His little cherry bomb by inupi
His possession by 5ikey
Pick your poison by nanami-luvr
A broken heart is all that's left I'm still fixing all the cracks by adelheidvonschicksal
Four and more by katsukisbimbo
Welcome to the Party by sukunababy
Smile’n Click by sukunababy
Daddy’s best friend by sukunababy
Drabbles/Headcanons
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Poly time! by the underneath
Embarrassing dads Getou and Gojo by i-cant-sing
Yandere! Satoru Gojo + Yandere! Suguru Geto by dirt-nugget
jjk men when they went too far by mochikeiji
Be a good Pet by ambrodias
ex-husband!gojo on the brain by angry-geese
Currently thinking about… by cookies-and-milk-tea
Manipulative yan Gojo by mukagentropy
Yandere disappointed Gojo x reader by mukagentropy
Yandere! Gojo Satoru x reader by yandere-stan
Gojo Satoru for the game by sukunababy
Satoru is a selfish, selfish man. by yandere-daydreams
Yandere Profiles with JJK Boys by your-average-weeb-dealer
Heart-Shaped Box by getoswhore
How They Obsess Over You by adelheidvonschicksal
When you make him JEALOUS by secretqueennacho
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Chapter Seventeen
The Karma
Pairing: Kisaki x Fem!Reader
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A pissed-off looking blonde-haired male approaches you, staring you down as though he was ready to kill you off right then and there. He grabs you by the chin and pulls your head until you feel your neck crack as he forces you to look him square in the face. He then pauses a moment, analyzing your face carefully before decking you right in the nose.
Cheers erupt from the crows that surrounds the three of you. You, now down on your knees with a spinning head and blood trickling from your face, look up and watch the blond prepare to punch you again.
"The hell do you want from me?!" you spit at him. While you do remember his face, you wish to know what good beating you up will do for him.
"You fucking killed my little sister!" he shouts back.
"No, I didn't," you shake your head weakly. "She didn't die."
The blonde's friend behind you grabs you by your arms yet again and, as he pulls you to stand, twists your arms tighter until you feel like they're about to pop. "You fucking bitch!" he shouts as though you were talking about his own sister, "What would you know?!"
As he screams right into your ear, you hold back a scream of your own that would only show weakness.
"No," the blonde before you shakes his head. "You don't know what you're talking about."
In a strangely calm manner, he gently places both of his hands on your shoulders. His head drops down to watch the small puddle of blood on the ground before shaking his head. Then, in what feels like less than a second, his behavior changes completely and he kicks you right in the gut. More blood joins the puddle on the ground, but you're at least grateful for the man behind you holding you up or you'd be down on the floor again.
The blonde continues to mess up your face with a few more punches, provoked by the crowd cheering out 'Inupi' which you assume is his name. But luckily, the savior behind you ends up stopping his friend from punching you to death as he throws you down onto the hard pavement beside your little red puddle.
As you lay there in an attempt to catch your breath, you reach into your pocket for the gun that Kisaki had lent you. However, just as you do, someone steps and presses down hard on your back. You hear the sound of a gun cock immediately after and your heart rate kicks up- he wasn't saving you, he was getting ready to fucking shoot you!
You quickly take a deep breath and catch him off guard by spinning around and slicing his ankle with your elbow as you roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding the bullet that comes in your direction once he realizes what's going on.
When you bounce up to stand (ignoring the nauseating feeling that forces your head to spin in circles) you finally reach for your gun and place it to your own head. "Stop moving!" you shout desperately. "Don't move or I'll fucking shoot! Then all that money you spent on getting me would be worthless!"
The man whom you previously thought was your savior, laughs right in your face. "You're too weak to do that. Besides, all we want is for you to die in our presence! Doesn't matter how you go!"
God, these assholes are so annoying. Why couldn't they have burnt up, too?
"Try me then," you say with narrowing eyes.
The man folds his arms together, watching you curiously as the two of you have a stand off. And, in true fashion of yourself, you fire the pistol. Except, you're not so stupid as to do it to yourself. It only takes a brief moment for you to change the gun's trajectory and point it towards the man's arm.
However, Inupi, unfortunately, has a gun, too, which he spends no time whipping out once he sees the impact hit his friend. But once more, you go back to your game with the gun to your own head to wait and see what he'll do.
"You wouldn't," he mumbles with the slightest shake in his voice.
"And why not?" you grin. "It's better than letting your useless ass do it. Nice scar, by the way, how'd you get that?"
Once more, a gunshot is heard from the crowd, followed by a body hitting the pavement. Taiju falls forward, collapsing headfirst towards the ground. In the silence of confusion, you dash straight through, trying to get lost so nobody can catch or find you.
At the end of the crowd, you find Kisaki. A wave of relief washes over your entire body as you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Never in a million years did you think you'd ever be happy to see him again. And it's all the more better that he allows you the moment to relax before pulling you away from the Black Dragon crowd now in a full blown-out panic.
"Did you shoot Taiju?" you ask as the two of you run away.
"No," he shakes his head. "I know nothing about that."
Confusion rocks your body, but you don't pay it much mind as you allow him to pull you away from the scene of multiple crimes. You follow him back to the car that he, you, and Kazutora took to get there and it's only a moment later that the latter comes running towards you. You then all pile right into the car and take off as though none of you had even been there.
When you get back to the base, the three of you gather around in your room. Kazutora sits on your bed and spills out the cash. As he begins to count, Kisaki sighs and shakes his head, having little faith in his accomplice's counting skills.
In the end, Kisaki does end up counting it and gets one billion yen even. He quickly dishes out three hundred thirty-three million to both you and Kazutora.
"I'll give the last mil' to Aki. That alright with you two?" Kisaki says as more of a statement than a question.
"That's fine," you shrug.
"Yeah," Kazutora nods. "Fine."
The two of them then pack up their things and walk out, leaving you to giggle in excitement alone in your room as though you didn't just almost die like five times.
This is wonderful, you think. I'm going to be a billionaire in no time!
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My love is a sniper
Pairing: Kakucho Hitto x gn!reader
Genre: Crack, a little bit of angst, mentions of NSFW
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Canon divergent, violence, murder, substance abuse, profanity, Reader is killer for hire
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
Kakucho was too good for you, not like you needed to be a genius to figure that one out.
He was sweet, attentive, supportive beyond what should be supported, hot as fuck, didn’t ask too many questions, overall a 10/10, a fucking jackpot.
And you thought the relationship was working. You went on cute dates all time, he kissed you and told you he loved you, the sex was brilliant, and, okay sure, neither of you two really knew what the other one was doing as a job, but fuck it, you made it work anyways.
So to say you were a bit salty at the way he broke up with you was an understatement.
No, you weren’t a bit salty, you were absolutely enraged. You had to be physically restrained from marching to his apartment and knocking some sense into his stupid, pretty head. That was a bad day for everybody involved.
Staring at your phone for the 10th time in past 20 minutes, you kinda wanted to bang your head against the wall, like, sure, you weren’t an ideal partner, but breaking up over text? Really Kakucho?
You wanted to fling your phone across the fucking room.
And that is how you found yourself in your mechanic’s shop, angrily venting, utterly ignoring the fact you knew neither of the pair could care less.
“And he just left it at that! Like come on, elaborate a bit! What the fuck does he have to be so cryptic for?!”
Draken hummed, not really paying attention. He was more focused on trying to fix the bullet hole in your engine.
“And sure, am I the ideal partner? Not really! Did I sometimes not respond to him for hours and was that a bit shitty of me? Sure, but I had people to kill! I at least deserve a goddamn explanation.” You were huffing and puffing at this point, and Inui would have found it adorable if he wasn’t scared you’d break one of the cars in the shop.
“And he didn’t know you were a sniper?” He inquired, rolling out from underneath the car he was fixing to look at you.
You rolled your eyes.
“Sure, Inupi, I told him I was a sniper on the first date, that fucking tracks! Like, hello, I’m y/n, nice to meet you, oh how do I have all this money? I kill people for a living, wanna fuck? I’m sure that would- oh my god what if he found out?”
Draken looked up from your bike.
“You think he maybe figured it out? If it’s that, that seems like a valid reason to break up to me.”
You flung the first thing on hand, a wrench, at his head. Unfortunately, he dodged, making you even more irritated.
“If he figured it out, he could have at least talked to me about it!”
“I don’t know y/n, if I found out my partner is a killer for hire, I wouldn’t exactly exclaim that is the reason I’m breaking up? Better to make myself seem like the problem, ya kno-“ Before he could finish, Inui was interrupted by a kick to the ribs, “Well that’s just rude.”
You could feel your eye twitch.
“Whatever, I’ll get a job soon enough anyways. Who gives a fuck about him, he’s dead to me, I might kill him myself, who cares! Right? Right, guys?”
Both stared blankly at you.
You huffed.
“You’re useless.”
Everyone in Bonten was tired.
They all could see Kakucho was not doing well, even Sanzu, who was usually either too high or too busy wagging his tail after Mikey to notice anyone else.
Frankly, Kakucho looked like shit.
Which is what led Kokonoi to turn the meeting into an intervention, since he could tell Kakucho was absorbing none of the information, instead blankly staring at the table with such a depressing look on his face that Koko wanted to punch him.
“Kakucho.”
Suspicions confirmed, the motherfucker was not listening.
“Kakucho Hitto? Earth to you.”
Now everyone was staring.
“KAKUCHO!”
Nada.
Well, Rindou was done, so he decided to do the rational thing.
Ran wasn’t sure if throwing a chair at Kakucho was really necessary, but hey, it did the trick.
“WHA- WHAT THE FUCK HAITANI?!” Already off the floor, Kakucho looked as if he was about to smash Rindou’s skull open.
“Uh, no Kakucho, the fuck is up with you? You don’t listen, you barely eat. You look worse than Mikey.” Kokonoi butted in, pulling Kakucho back down onto his seat.
Mikey shot a glare at Kokonoi, but had to agree.
“Koko’s right, ya know? You look like a kicked dog. You’ll get someone killed if you keep going like this, so spit it out, what’s wrong?” Mikey was genuinely curious.
Kakucho’s only response was sinking further into his chair.
Ran held Rindou back from throwing the table.
Kakucho sighed. “Y/n and I broke up.”
Silence. Until, of course, a certain crackhead had to express his highly valued, absolutely useless opinion.
“Damn dude, you should have told us. Want them killed?” Sanzu asked, receiving a smack with rolled up newspapers from Kokonoi.
“You. Aren’t. Helping.” Kokonoi practically hissed.
“Did they tell you why they broke up with you? Any explanation at all?” Rindou asked, trying to conjure up some empathy from his three mostly blank braincells.
Kakucho sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “I- I kinda broke up with them?”
Well, that was it for Rindou, back to elevator music his brain goes.
“What.” Ran deadpans.
It seemed like that was what broke Kakucho, as he started rambling.
“They’re just- They’re too good for me, okay? They’re sweet, and understanding, and sure they have a temper but they never take it out on me and- and I never told them what I do, I never told them about Bonten, I’m only putting them in danger, shit, I didn’t even have the courage to face them, I broke up over text an-“
Kakucho’s rant was interrupted by Sanzu’s hysterical laughter, while the Haitani’s looked absolutely baffled. Kokonoi seemed like he was on verge of a seizure, and Mikey was just trying to open his snack as loudly as possible.
“So dude, you’re telling me, you broke up with them over text? And now you look like a sad puppy?” Sanzu’s words were barely legible from his maniacal laughter. He looked as if he was gonna choke on air alone.
“Pull yourself together, man.” Was Ran’s very helpful piece of advice.
Mochi and Takeomi, who just walked in the room, assessed the situation for a second. Upon seeing the flipped chair, Kokonoi pinching the bridge of his nose, Kakucho looking as he was gonna shoot himself right then and there, and to top it all off, Sanzu doubled over with tears in his eyes from laughter, they decided to turn on their heel and peace the fuck out.
Kakucho was growing more and more miserable by the second.
It’s been weeks since the whole “You don’t know who I am” debacle and you were nearing your fucking limit.
Were you gonna admit you missed him? Hell no, that fact is between you and god alone, and you were a petty bitch, you could barely admit it to yourself.
But by week three, you had to admit it to yourself. You missed him. You missed waking up on cold mornings next to him, you missed waking up and tip toeing out of your bed to make him breakfast, you missed pulling him back into bed when he tried to get up.
You two were together for 6 months, which, sure, wasn’t too long, but you let yourself get domestic, mistake number one.
You tried everything. Binging ice cream, watching mindless television, day drinking, midnight drives around the city on your motorcycle, sleeping around.
Nothing worked.
Everybody else felt wrong, looked wrong, smelled wrong. You needed Kakucho, and no one else would suffice. Some poor guy you hooked up with even tried to make you breakfast the day after, and you may have felt guilty for the way you reacted if you weren’t still pissed. You physically kicked him out your apartment, throwing his clothes and belongings after him, practically screaming at him to get the fuck out.
Everything remind you of Kakucho.
You were gonna lose your fucking mind, so when work called, you answered.
Your client chose a fancy restaurant to meet in, and you didn’t mind until you arrived, and like a baseball bat to the face from god, it was the same one Kakucho took you out to for your first date.
You took a few minutes to calm down and vandalise the nearest trash can. It did not help getting your anger out.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in. You’re late, Trickshot.”
If looks could kill, your client would be scalped right now. You slipped in the private booth, sitting across from him.
“Cut the bullshit and show me the job.”
“Wow, not even hi, hello, nice to meet you? Well, here are the files on your targets. They’re our rival gang, but we managed to set up a meeting with them.” The client slid the files to you, and you briefly glanced over the face on the first on top.
Shit, that tattoo on the back of his neck looked really familiar. You really should try to apply yourself and pay more attention what goes on in the criminal world.
“We hired another sniper alongside you, not that you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself, but just in case. On the date specified in the file, I want you to set yourself up in the nearing building, and kill them all. Half of the money is here, you’ll get the other half after the job.”
You grinned, taking the suitcase from the man and flipping it open. The amount checked.
“I’ll be there.”
The smile on your client’s face looked borderline manic.
“We got a deal then. Let’s toast to that, Trickshot.”
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She’s so mean
Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader
Genre: Crack, SMAU, a lil bit of angst
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of attempted murder, the reader is tired and a bitch
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“I don’t know why you keep insisting on this.”
You sighed, frustrated, glaring at Chifuyu as you got off the bike in front of the graveyard.
“It’s his anniversary, and I like to admire my work.”
He frowned, taking the helmet you handed him.
“That motherfucker doesn’t deserve that you visit him, ever.”
“Fuyu, I know-“
“He abused you. He hit you, he manipulated you, he isolated you from everyone, he tried to kill you. You couldn't look at Tora for months because they have the same eyes.”
“I- I apologised to him, he said he understood.”
“He cried about it every night and tried to move out so you’d be more comfortable. He fucking bawled for hours when you finally started looking at him when he spoke. I respect your decision to visit every now and then, that’s why I drove you here, but this is damaging.”
Your eyes widened, guilt eating you alive as you avoided Chifuyu’s eye.
You knew the first few months of living with you was tough for Tora. He played with you when you were a child, and you used to visit him in prison with Keisuke and Chifuyu as much as you could, but after the accident, the sight of his eyes nauseated you.
You never knew he felt like that, and lighting up a cigarette, you turned away from Chifuyu, trying to ignore his worried gaze burning your back.
“I’ll be right back.” You mumbled, making your way into the graveyard.
As Kokonoi finished washing the grave, putting the wooden bucket away, he carefully lit up the vanilla incense sticks, inserting them in the vase.
Kneeling in front of the grave, he took a deep breath, settling his hands on his lap.
“Hello, Akane-san.” He smiled softly.
“Long time no see, huh? I’m sorry for not visiting more often.”
He adjusted the flowers in the vase, suddenly nervous.
“I’ve been busy, uh, with Bonten and shit like that. I hope Inupi visited you at least, I haven’t spoken to him in a while. I check on him from a distance though, he seems to be happy working in the mechanic shop. You’d be so proud of him. Oh, I brought you something-“
He rummaged through his bag, finding the box of Pocky he brought.
He took a deep breath, carefully thinking about his next words. It was stupid to be nervous in front of a grave, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it.
“I met someone,” Koko nervously scratched the back of his neck, “We’ve been together for a month. She’s- Well, not nice. Not nice at all, she’s got quite a bit of a mean streak. But she’s sweet to me, she treats me well. I think you’d like her.”
Kokonoi looked away from the gravestone, deep in thought.
“Actually, I don’t know if you’d like her, she’s a bit rough around the edges. But I don’t think you’d like me as I am right now either. I still haven’t told her about all the shit I do, I’m sure she’d hate me if she knew,” He sighed, “She’ll find out eventually, but I’m selfish, and I’m not letting her go until then. I don’t think anyone’s ever loved me like she does, y’know?”
He lit up another incense stick, opening the Pocky to take one.
“She doesn’t care for my money, in fact, she seems to hate that about me. She always gets mad if I try to get her a gift.” He chuckled, thinking of the time he bought you a necklace, and you accepted it only after a minor argument where he almost cried.
“It feels nice to be liked, well, for me. I don’t think anyone’s done that since you.”
He rubbed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from forming.
“I mean, I know you never really loved me. I was a child, you indulged me because you’re kind. Thank you for that, Akane-san. But she’s different than others I dated over the years. She truly loves me, even if she never says it. She makes me feel like I deserve to be loved. She even helps me with my makeup, she’s so cute when she frowns trying to get my eyeliner right.” He laughed, giving up on trying to chase away the tears.
“You told me to only kiss the person I truly like, but I think she’s the first that advice applied to.”
“Funny seeing you here.”
Kokonoi jumped at your voice, eyes wide as he turned around to look at you.
You were smirking, holding a cigarette as you kept away from him, letting him pay his respects.
He could hear his heartbeat into his ears, panic overtaking him as he wasn’t sure when you got there, and if you heard anything you shouldn’t have.
“How- How long have you been standing there?”
You shrugged.
“Just got here. Funny enough, the bastard I’m visiting is right there.” You pointed to two graves over, “Do you want me to give you privacy?”
He frowned at your disrespect, but chose to not say anything, shaking his head as he picked up the Pocky and burned incense sticks.
“I was just finished.”
You nodded, reading the name on the grave.
Kokonoi noticed.
“She was a childhood friend. Died 15 years ago.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” You softly said, walking up to him to place your hand on his shoulder.
“It’s fine, it was long ago anyways.”
You nodded, making your way to Zankoku’s grave.
Even his name alongside the smiling photo his father picked for the grave made your stomach turn, but you persisted on visiting him, out of spite more than anything, a way to defy him even in the afterlife, almost as if you wanted to scream ‘Look at me, fucking look! I’m alive and you’re not, you’re not and it’s your own fault!’
“May I ask who’s he?” Kokonoi asked, curiously pointing to the gravestone.
“My ex. Died in front of me two years ago.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t know.”
You shook your head, laughing.
“Don’t be. The fucker deserved worse. Maybe I’ll tell you about him, one day.”
Kokonoi raised an eyebrow, but decided to not push the matter.
“Do you need a drive home? I can wait for you outside if you want me to leave you be.”
“Thank you baby, but Fuyu drove me here. Being alone would be nice though, see you soon.” You quickly pecked his lips, stopping yourself from laughing when he turned bright red.
No matter how many times you kissed him, he always blushed like the first time.
When he left, you turned to towards the grave, a sneer on your face.
“I fucking hate you. But look at me now, huh? You said no one would love me like you did. See him?” You pointed towards Kokonoi walking away, “He loves me. He doesn’t make me feel insane, he’s a better man than you could ever be. You were and still are fucking disgusting.”
You came closer to the grave, extinguishing your cigarette right on Zankoku’s picture, letting it fall on the grave.
“I stopped believing in a God after you, but if there is some sadist controlling it out all out there, I pray you rot in the same misery you caused me.” You spat, turning on your heel, chuckling.
“A man like you will never control me again.”
Kokonoi smiled nervously as Chifuyu’s piercing gaze caught his eye.
Kokonoi knew by now the man didn’t recognise him, and he was grateful for his change in style and loss of baby fat.
Chifuyu’s glare made it hard to feel comfortable.
“Oh, hello sir-“
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Y/n I love you a lot but you’re strangling me.”
“Deal with it Tora.”
“You’re touchy usually as well but not this much.”
“And what if I missed you and wanted some affection? Huh, what about then, Tora?”
“…I’ll cry.”
“DO NOT.”
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a/n: FUCKING TOLD YOU AKANE CHAPTER WON’T BE TOO SAD 😤😤 also these were deadass my notes, i’m so organised and funny🤪/s
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