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h8ani · 8 months

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Promises

Pairing: Manjiro Sano x Reader

Word Count: 812 words

Warnings: f! reader in mind, cursing, fighting/arguments, angst, established relationship

A/N - this is my first TR Drabble/OneShot so please be nice to me 😭 constructive criticism is always welcomed! also the border gradients were made by @benkeibear :)

Fights for Mikey wasn’t anything that phased him. He fought all the time, it wasn’t anything new. He could fight until knuckles were bleeding or until he was fighting his own consciousness but fighting with you was something that has turned into a bitter taste in his mouth.

The only communication that’s happened between the two of you have been insults thrown at eachother, mainly because of all the fights he’s been starting with you.

The fights have only gotten worse. You swear you wake up and he’s ready to argue about something whether it be about you sleeping in or him just completely blowing up on you for absolutely no reason at all. You wonder where everything went wrong with you two, you really cant think about how it all went wrong.

He just changed.

Your boyfriend who you loved so dearly changed overnight and there was nothing you could’ve done to change that. Both you and Mikey were as thick as thieves, you were the yin to his yang, you two were perfect together. At least, that’s what you thought along with everyone else.

You two were better than this, better than the screaming matches, the insults you both would say, throwing each others belongings at each other coincidentally breaking everything in your paths. You’ve never felt more distant from him than you do now, even living under the same roof you feel miles apart.

You love him, you really truly do. You two had been through everything together from the young age of 17. That’s probably why the bond between you both was so strong and why you’ve stuck it out for so long even with the tension you’ve felt recently. He used to tell you everything, yet here he was keeping secrets and starting more fights than either of you can finish. He knew you didn’t have much fight left in you, which was probably why he wasn’t letting up this time.

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The book leaves your hand, slamming into the door missing his head by an inch. The sound echoing in your broken apartment like thunder that just rumbled the skies.

“Go ahead then! Leave me like everyone else!” You voice cracks as you scream and you curse yourself internally for that. Tears fall down your face staining your makeup but you didn’t care. You didn’t care how you looked to him anymore, clearly he sees you as the worst with the look he’s showing you now. You grabbed the tv remote chucking it at him. “You piece of-”

“I’m trying to keep you safe!” He shouted, fists balled up to his sides.

“How the fuck is leaving keeping me safe?! How is constantly fighting with me keeping me fucking safe Manjiro?!”

“It just will.” He says simply and to the point. He knows there’s no use in arguing the reason to you when you’re this angry, this hurt. He sees you shake your head, your own hands balling into fists.

“You idiot, we’ve been together for years! Everyone has seen us together! You leave and I’m in danger, you stay and guess what? I’m still in danger, regardless I’m in fucking danger!”

“No.” He sighs then pauses for a moment. His eyes leave yours before staring someplace else. “you won’t be.” He says in almost a mumble but clear enough for you to hear it.

Your eyes widen, hands flexing tighter. “Did you make a deal?”

Silence.

Of all times not to argue, curse or fight with you, it’s now.

“Manjiro.” Your voice is stern, almost like a mother reprimanding their child and Mikey never did well with that. You stare at him, waiting for his eyes to roll or a scoff to come out but you get nothing. Nothing but more silence from him. “Mikey!” Your voice raises in height, foot stomping down on the ground and the subtle sound of your downstairs neighbors hitting their ceiling with their broom can be heard. “Did you make a deal with someone!”

“You’re going to be safe (y/n), that’s all that matters. I promise.” His eyes never reached yours. Instead he turned and reached for the door, quickly opening it and walking out of your shared apartment, leaving you alone in the mess you two had made.

You thought he’d come back, he always came back to you no matter the fight you had but, without your knowledge, he made the deal. You were never going to see him again.

All this fighting, everything he did to keep you safe and this was the last moment he had with you, a memory of screaming, crying and cursing and it will be burned in the back of his brain forever.

Mikey made you a promise and he was sure he was going to keep it.

If anyone made it out of this, it was going to be you.

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sapphicshav · 1 year

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── 4:53AM | sanzu haruchiyo.

genre . . . hurt/comfort

warnings . . . drug mention, swearing

note . . . an old drabble that was collecting dust in my tumblr drafts🕺🏾

"haru please put them down". it's saturday night and your boyfriend, bonten's number two, sanzu haruchiyo is one another rampage yet again. sanzu is a complex person. you can never guess what dangerous thoughts his corrupted mind could form. on most days he was manageable, you could tolerate his questionable yet unruly behaviour. his late returns and his drug misuse bothered you but, you couldn't help but adore him.

"you're so fucking annoying y/n", he slurs his words, stumbling towards you in a drunken manner. as mentioned, you've succumbed to his unusual behaviour but, sometimes his words were like a bullet to the heart. hand clutching at your chest, tears began to rise above your waterline. you knew deep down that he didn't mean what he said, he never does when he's in this state.

"y/n baby... look at me please", he limps towards you, touches your shoulder and turns your body so that you face him. your eyes meet, his are heavy, delayed blinking but you can see the sincerity behind them. he leans in closer, the smell of alcohol that has attached itself to his clothes makes your stomach turn, "i-i'm sorry baby i'm such a fuck up, didn't mean to make you cry".

before you could respond he immediately pulls you into a hug, your head presses agsisnt his warm chest. you can hear his heartbeat, it's slow but steady like the breaths he's taking. pushing back a hair that's fallen in front his face you reply, "your not a fuck up haru" you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "i love you"

thank you for reading, rbs are appreciated ♡

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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oh to be slutted out by the haitani brothers and be their empty headed gf

this is 18+ minors dni obvi

content warnings include: use of the word “daddy” a couple times, dirty talk ofc, very thirsty reader, sex on a chair, oral m!recieving, sex standing up, dp (omg???), squirting n creampie, afab!reader, readers skin color is not mentioned but i picture her as a sista!// WC:2.1k

Being shared by the Haitani brothers was something you never pictured yourself getting thrown into, but it was something you wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world. Well maybe one thing: their undivided attention. Normally getting attention from the two was no struggle at all, as soon as you let out a little whine and tug on their expensive suit jackets they’d drop everything and take care of your needs. Recently though they’ve been extra busy with work leaving little time for you their so called “favorite girl”.

You sighed for the umpteenth time bored and horny out of your mind as you laid on the plush bed the three of you shared. The brothers were in their shared office discussing things you could care less about leaving you alone with your thoughts and achingly wet pussy. You’d woken up that morning from a nice little dream that involved your beloved Rindou eating your pussy from the back while you took Ran’s cock in your mouth, but all good things must come to an end so when you woke up alone in bed you were less than thrilled.

You’d already made three attempts to lure the boys out of their office whiched all failed miserably. You sighed once more, deciding you’d already looked desperate enough might as well kick it up a notch. You stood up from the bed quickly discarding any and all clothes you were wearing then made your way to their office, goosebumps appearing all over your skin from the chilly air.

You knocked three times on the door before entering, “Ran…Rin?” you asked, cracking the door slightly. You were met with silence and huffed fully stepping into the room in all your glory. Still nothing. “Ran! Rin!” you cried making both of them snap their heads to you, their eyes widening at your naked body. Before they could speak you interrupted them, “I’ve been trying to get your guys’ attention all day and you won’t help me at all! All you care about is work!” you pouted making both of them chuckle.

“Come here love” Ran smiled beckoning you over. You quickly complied making your way over to the older brother, a pout still prominent on your face. He eyed your soaked pussy and chuckled, placing his hands on your hips softly running his hands over the soft skin. “Miss you guys so much you never have time for me anymore” you mumbled feeling the tears coming. Seeing you cry was something Rindou and Ran never wanted to see unless it was from numerous orgasms they’ve given you.

“Oh baby” Rindou cooed, walking over to you, he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “I guess we have been neglecting you a little bit haven’t we” he rasped out, pressing more kisses to the side of your neck. Ran moved his hands from your hips to your ass squeezing gently, “what kind of daddies are we leaving our baby like this” he whispered, pulling your body closer to his. “Rin hold her still I just want a taste” he grunted out before getting on his knees. He lifted your right leg up and wasted no time wrapping his lips around your clit, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

“Oh!” you gasped immediately, tangling one of your hands in his neatly styled hair pushing his face closer. If it wasn’t for Rindou you would’ve collapsed from pleasure, but he kept you still one hand on your hip while the other toyed with your breast pinching your nipple. “She’s so fucking wet” Ran chuckled slowly inserting his ring and middle finger in your sopping pussy. “Daddy” you mewled, throwing your head back against Rin’s shoulder, “feels so good thank you.” “Anything for our special girl you deserve everything. We love you so much, more than you’ll ever fucking know” Rin growled biting down harshly on your neck.

Between Ran eating your pussy like a mad man and Rin’s hands wandering all over your body you cumming in minutes soaking Ran’s lips and chin. Ran gently lifted your leg off his shoulder and stood up a proud smile on his face, “pussy tastes so good I forgot how much I was missing” whispered pressing a small kiss to your lips. You pulled Ran close burying your head in his chest, “missed you guys so much please fuck me” you whined pushing your ass against the tent growing in Rindou’s pants. The Haitani brothers looked at each devilish grins gracing their faces.

“Of course baby anything for you.”

Fast forward a lil bit and soon Ran’s got you bouncing on his dick on his desk chair fucking into with everything he had while Rindou stuffed his cock down your throat. You had never felt more at peace than you do now, pleasuring both of the men you loved more than anything in this world. “Look at her, she was made for taking dick, '' Rindou laughed, removing his dick from your mouth and slapping it against your cheek. “Rinnn c’mon put it back in you know I love sucking you off” you panted as Ran continued to pound into your weeping pussy. “You heard her Rin put it back in '' Ran rasped, switching his pace from fast to deep and slow making sure you felt him in your stomach.

Rindou wasted no time slipping his dick back into your awaiting mouth, his eyes rolling back at the tightness of your throat. “Holy shit Y/N just like that baby. Just. Like. That.” he grunted, punctuating each word with every hard thrust into your mouth. You didn’t even care about your pleasure at this point all you cared about was making your two boys feel good. You were completely bound to them mind, body, and soul. You were theirs and they were yours. You looked up at Rin hearts practically forming in your eyes at the sight of him with his head thrown back little whimpers escaping his kiss swollen lips.

“We’ve been neglecting you too much….neglecting this pussy too much. Don’t know how I’ve been functioning without you. Fuck need you all the damn time Y/N no one takes us like our favorite girl does” Ran groaned his pace faltering when he felt you clench around him. He chuckled darkly running a hand through his sweaty hair, “like that huh? Hearing how much we need you? It’s so true baby you don't even know the half of it” he spoke whispering the last part directly into your ear. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you felt every single ounce of love he had from you in that single kiss. He loved being this close to you, your back against his chest while he buried his head into your neck whispering disgusting promises of what the two of them will do to you in your ear.

“Alright my turn dickhead w’nna feel her '' Rin grunted removing his dick from your swollen lips. Ran rolled his eyes, not willing to leave your sweet pussy just yet. “How about we just fuck her at the same time? I’m sure she can take us all at once right baby?” Ran asked bringing her fingers to your clit to rub quick little circles. You nodded your head quickly, your mouth salivating at the thought of the two of them inside of you stretching you out. How could you possibly say no? Ran smirked and wrapped his arms underneath your thighs before standing up (dick still inside you ofc).

“C’mere Rin don’t be scared,” he said, giving Rindou a taunting smirk. Rin growled, taking his place in front of you grabbing his cock and slowly pushing it into your already stuffed pussy. “Oh my-” you gasped, your head falling back against Ran’s shoulder. The two of them were already a challenge to take by themselves but this was completely different, “so full…” you whimpered, bringing a hand to Rindou’s shoulder squeezing tightly. “We know baby it’s okay hold on'' Rindou panted bringing his fingers to your clit rubbing sloppy circles. They both slowly shifted themselves inside of you, careful not to hurt you and soon the burning stretch turned pleasant.

“Rinny put some more in” you whined, feeling drool drip from your chin onto your chest. Were you fucked out already? There was no way. Rin chucked wiping your chin and gave you a sweet kiss before pushing more of his cock in you letting out a low hiss. “That’s a good fucking girl” Ran grunted pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your sweaty neck. “Pussy so fucking tight goddamn” Rin groaned trying to keep his whines to a minimum. Usually he’d be whining and whimpering in your ear telling you how good you feel around him but with his older brother in the room he knew he’d never hear the end of it.

By the look on his face you could tell he was struggling to keep quiet and frowned, moving one of your hands from his shoulder to his hair tangling your fingers in the soft purple locs. You brought him in for a messy kiss, shoving your tongue in his mouth making him moan softly. “Don’t be quiet Rin I wanna hear you” you whispered. The cute act made Ran roll his eyes so of course he had to ruin the moment by bucking up into you roughly, making you gasp and tug on Rindou’s hair. Rindou winced and glared at Ran over your shoulder pressing a kiss to your pouting lips, “ignore him princess he’s just jealous you like me more.”

“That’s not true, is it Y/N? You love me just as much right?” Ran whispered in that sickeningly sweet voice of his causing you to whimper. “L-love you both. Love you both so- oh! S-so much” you cried feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. Both of their cocks pressing against your sweet spot over and over had you seeing stars and soon you were cumming covering Rindou’s lower abdomen in your essence. “Atta girl” Ran chuckled, licking up the small beads of sweat that traveled down your neck, “sluttiest pussy in the world ain’t that right Rin?” he asked, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder. “Mhm” Rin grunted feeling himself about to cum.

There was now zero space left between the three of you. You were tightly sandwiched between the two brothers as they pumped their cocks in your sore pussy. “M’gonna cum” Rin whined no longer having the strength to keep his orgasm at bay. He pulled out and jerked his cock until he was cumming on your pussy and a little on your stomach. Ran was soon cumming after deciding to fill you up with the days worth of cum he had waiting for you, his knees almost buckling at how powerful it felt.

Ran slowly lifted you off his cock and onto his desk, tapping your thigh as a signal to spread your legs and show them. It was a sight to behold honestly. Rindou’s cum covering your swollen pussy and stomach while Ran’s dripped out of you spilling onto the desk. Suddenly the three of you heard someone clear their throat and there was Sanzu standing there with his phone in hand and a painfully hard tent prodding against his slacks. “My my that was quite the show I didn’t know how much of a slut Y/N could be” he chuckled walking closer to the three of you.

Sanzu stood behind you wrapping a hand around your throat forcing you to look up at him, the Haitani brothers made no movements watching as Sanzu kept an adoring gaze on you. “You two wouldn’t mind if I played with her for a little bit huh? She looks so cute like this” he smiled pressing his thumb on your pulsepoint, “would you like that precious?” Ran chuckled rummaging through his desk drawer for a pack of cigarettes, “you wanna play with our doll huh?” he chucked lighting his cigarette. “What do you think Rindou? I think we should let him” Ran asked, taking a long drag of the cigarette, the smoking lingering around the dimly lit room.

Rin switched his gaze from his brother to your desperate face, your plump lips wrapped around Sanzu’s thumb sucking softly. “Is that what you want, baby?” he asked, running his calloused hand up your thigh suddenly giving your pussy a quick slap. You jolted and moaned loudly nodding your head, “yeth daddy” you spoke as best as you could with Sanzu’s thumb in your mouth.

“Then why the fuck not?”

@tearality <3

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aritsukemo · 6 months

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My Tokyo Revengers Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios Masterlist 👊

Last Updated: Oct. 22, 2023

Insecurity | Kazutora Hanemiya | Hurt/Comfort

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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sunaluv · 5 months

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'IS SHE TAKEN?'

in which someone asks your man if you're single

feat: ran, gojo

RAN

the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.

ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.

"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"

your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.

as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.

"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"

"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."

wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.

he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."

the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.

"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."

others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.

if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"

your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.

'you and i both know he can't'

'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'

'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'

'you love it though'

eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.

"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.

catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.

whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.

GOJO

"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"

you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.

so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.

he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."

has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.

"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."

satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.

after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.

he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.

one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?

"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "who’s this?"

satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.

"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"

your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.

he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.

"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."

"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"

though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.

"you're such an ass, gojo."

"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"

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shoyoist · 2 years

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having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help 💔💔

— 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! : hanma shuji.

content: f!reader. college au(?). you're inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote the whole thing w my clit.

an: (s)creaming this turned into a full fic lmfaoo

⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ "i dare you to tell me somethin' that'll make me laugh."

“no guy’s ever made me cum.” you’d told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but he’s your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). it’s fine.

and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. he’d fallen still, holding the cigarette he’d been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.

“say what, dollface?” he asks — using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated — and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.

you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where he’d parked the vehicle.

“i—” you stutter, flustered. “no guy’s ever made me cum before.” just something funny that’d slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare you’d played during his smoke break after class.

“that’s fucking funny, doll.” he does laugh, but it’s awkward. “you serious?”

“yes.” you’d answered. truthfully.

and now, you’re splayed out between hanma’s legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. “h—ah! wait!”

he’s leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.

you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.

“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”

he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit.

you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?”

you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.

the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”

“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”

“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation.

his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”

“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”

“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”

“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”

you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.

“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—

“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”

“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”

hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.

your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”

his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”

the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”

“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”

“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.

your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”

“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”

“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.

you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.

“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”

huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them.

swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”

there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again.

but this time, he pulls you off.

it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.

hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”

it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little.

but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.

“i do.”

there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.

but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.

he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).

he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.

he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.

he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.

it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.

it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.

“i do love you, shuji.”

hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”

“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”

“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”

“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.

it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”

and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”

call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.

“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”

and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.

fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”

and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now?

you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole.

“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”

“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”

“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.

“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.

“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.

“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”

you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”

“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”

your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.

“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”

“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”

“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”

“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”

“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”

“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high.

he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”

“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”

“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.

the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”

and he does.

hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.

“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”

“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”

“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”

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yuuuhiii · 2 months

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just domestic nights with your boyfriend ❤︎

Coming home from a night out with your boyfriend and mutual friends. Maybe you had a little too much to drink and after all that partying and dancing you're exhausted.

You keep grumbling and complaining to your boyfriend about how tired you were. He smiles softly down at you, finding your tipsy tired state sickeningly adorable. You cling to his arm as he opens the front door of your shared apartment, groaning in his sleeve.

“Come on, you gotta drink some water.” He says, leading you to the kitchen.

He goes to get you a glass of water, you’re drifting off, head bobbing up and down. When he turns around he lets out a soft laugh, watching you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Drink up baby.” He smiles cheekily, holding the cup to your lips as you gulp down the glass. As soon as you’re finished you lean your head on his shoulder.

“M’ tired.” You mumble and his hand slips under your shirt, scratching your back just a little that the gesture almost has you purring.

He picks you up in one swift move, carrying you to the restroom. You whine when he places you on top of the sink.

“S’fine, let’s just go to sleep.” Your words slur but he’s already pulling out your makeup remover and cotton pads.

You sigh, pouting at your boyfriend’s stubbornness. Before swiping the cotton over your face, he pecks your lips, making you smile. He holds your face gently as his other softly glides over your features, admiring your beauty.

“So damn beautiful.” He shakes his head with a smile.

Once your face is rid of all your makeup, he pulls off your clothes, leaving you in just your panties and placing one of his t-shirts over you. The article of clothing swallows your form whole, it makes him snort and he pecks your temple.

He quickly leads you back to your guy's bed and you both sigh once you hit the covers. You immediately drape a leg over him, shoving your face in the crook of his neck. He smiles at your actions, his hand carding through your hair.

“Love you.” You whisper against his neck and his heart fills with love.

“Love you more sweets, G’night.” With a peck to your forehead, he waits until you’ve drifted off.

Whispering sweet nothings and proclaiming love into the air.

He lets himself follow you soon after, hoping that the both of you would dream of each other<3

katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinsou (MHA) suguru geto, megumi fushiguro (JJK) keisuke baji, shuji hanma, ken ryuguji, rindou haitaini, haruchiyo sanzu, shinichiro sano(TR)

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rizsu · 9 months

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sick with you haitani ran & rindou.

sum. new side quest unlocked: babysitting your sick boyfriend bc he got too cocky in a brawl. bonten tl ( in my head )

ran lays his head on your shoulders, whimpering at the feeling. his body's hot, he feels like he's going to explode. unable to keep it in any longer, he drags out your name in raspy whisper.

ran is sick. sick and bedridden due to spraining a muscle. as dangerous as he is now, he's never gotten rid of the peculiar habit of trying to appear fancy. as the causes and effects take its course, one lead to another and ran's back to being nursed by you.

is ran annoying? by default.

does it get worse depending on his mood? absolutely.

combine a regular ran with a sick ran and you get the personality of a five-year-old: fussy, hungry, lazy, sleepy and wants undivided attention. when ran is sick it leads to him being clingy. he wants your touch — whether it's by holding hands or trapping you under his limbs.

"okay, can i pleaseee move? pretty please? cherry on top?" begging for your freedom, you wiggle around but not enough to trigger his headache.

digging his head deeper into the junction of your neck-to-shoulder, he mutters a "no," squeezing your waist tighter.

the position, for him, is heavenly comfort. laid atop you, under the soft duvets. his body's stationed between your legs with one of it resting on his back. his hair's tousled, strands of lavender and black scattered across his face and your chest. if you were to be honest, he looks pretty. domestic times like this drag you away from the violent ways of your boyfriend outside the house. well, you would admit it if it wasn't for his body sinking you down the mattress. seriously, you can't breathe. as much as you adore him you're not dying like this.

"ran, sweetie, please get off me."

"don't want to."

"alright." you accepted defeat.

nothing could've prepared you for the absolute battle that came with a sick and irritated rindou. ever since the sun snuck behind the clouds he's been coughing for his life like a sick victorian child. he does not need your pestering ringing his ears. he loves you a lot but you need to put that seaweed soup down.

upon seeing your menacing figure at the door, rindou immediately hides his face under a pillow. he knows what you are — what you're here for. you won't win against him nor will you get past his barriers especially if it's the soup in your hands.

"rin, i brought some painkillers, water and an energy drink."

mission failed tremendously. barriers have been broken beyond repair. the intruder has won.

peeking at you, his hand reaches out for yours. "gimme the energy drink, please."

"sit up first," you urged him, sitting at the edge of the bed. "and you're going to have some water first."

groaning, rindou sits up and slouches. he shifts his body's weight on one side to lean onto you. he slides one hand under your shirt, mindlessly caressing your stomach. it doesn't take long before another wave of pain hits him like a tsunami. immediately, he cowers.

"hurts a lot," rindou groans.

"i know, baby," you spoke softly, squeezing his thigh in a controlled rhythm. "you have to take the painkiller for help."

rindou succumbs to the pain. being rendered unable to disagree, he can only nod once as a reply.

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honeybleed · 5 months

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first drabble i ever posted 😭, no warnings but shuji being an asshole n reader handling dat, super suggestive at the end but no smut

word count: 0.8k

"Shuji." You hissed through gritted teeth with your arms crossed.

Spectators were beginning to mill around the ridiculous sight. Shuji purposely hogged the hoop machine as a spoiled child screamed his head off.

The little boy's face was beet red and scrunched up as he stomped his feet.

His hopeless mother was at a loss, she had asked Shuji for a turn but amused at the child's tantrum he gave a simple "nah" with his trademark lazy grin and carried on.

"Babe, I'm almost done. Mkay...?~"

You knew for a fact he was not done. Hanma Shuji was a troll. As long as the child continued, he'd hog the machine longer just to rile him up even more.

"Little squirt ain't even tall enough shoot and he's demanding a turn?" Shuji chuckled. "Kids, I tell ya."

Usually, you humored and brushed off his idiotic behavior. This wasn't the first and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Shuji turned to the bellowing child, his large hand gripping the basketball. He crouched in front of the boy with an arrogant smirk.

"Let's make a deal, buddy. You take this ball from me and I'll clear off. Deal?"

You winced. The child fell for Shuji's wicked grin, but you recognised that smirk all too well.

The kid attempted to snatch the ball from Shuji but he immediately rose to his lanky build and dangled the ball way above the kid's head.

That provoked the crying munchkin even more who hurled himself onto the floor as he kicked his legs and fists, causing Shuji to throw his head back and roar with laughter.

Something in you unleashed.

You pinched Shuji's ear and dragged him down after the kid stormed off with his mother trailing after him.

"You are so EMBARRASSING! I got all dressed up for this date, which may I remind you WE BARELY HAVE and you decide to terrorise a bunch of kids?!" You scolded as you shook him with force. “GROW UP!”

"Babe, quit it! Jesus Christ that fuckin' HURTS!" He whined. "I got it!"

You released your grip and glowered at him.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just can't help it sometimes." He snorted as he sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck. "You're not mad at me, are ya?"

"And why wouldn't I be?" You seethed. "You tortured that kid for no reason!"

"I was just teaching that little shit a lesson! I saw him bullying them other kids." Shuji protested.

"Oh that just makes it so much better, doesn't it?"

"Really?"

"No! You go apologize to that boy and drop me home!"

"Screw that kid." Shuji said defiantly as he turned his head away and folded his arms.

Shuji was not an easily embarrassed person. He was a fool to many people. The worst fool, a dangerous one.

But gasps and stares ensued as the famed God of Death was being dragged into the burger joint within the arcade by his ear, his enraged girlfriend marching ahead.

You released him as your eyes settled on the same kid and his mother.

"Sorry to bother you." You said with a smile plastered on your face as you faced the mother of the child. "My boyfriend wants to say something to you and your son."

"M'sorry." Shuji muttered under his breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Would you mind repeating that, honey?" You said as you pinched his side causing him to straighten up to his wiry frame almost immediately in a saccharinely sweet voice.

"I said...I'm sorry!" Shuji exclaimed, cheeks dusted with pink.

The kid pulled a face and then blew a raspberry at him, rushing away.

"Little fu-"

You swiftly jabbed your heel into Shuji's foot and twisted it before he could curse at the child, causing him to yowl in pain as he jumped up and clutched his foot.

"I'm sorry my boyfriend is a man-child." You sighed, and the timid woman simply gave you an understanding look.

The car ride back was frosty with you refusing to open your mouth to speak to Shuji after the stunt he pulled.

However, you couldn't ignore the shudder that crept up your spine and the gasp that fell from your lips as you felt the large hand fly down to slap your bare thigh and grasp at it.

"You can't stay pissed at me forever y'know." He drawled as his tatted hand began to trail up your skirt.

"I sure as hell can try." You retorted.

"You don't mean that." He said with a greasy smile as he parked in your apartment complex's parking lot and leaned over to bite at your neck.

"Please go to hell." You groaned as you attempted to push him off with little to no avail.

"Baby, c'monnnn..." He murmured against the skin of your throat. "I said sorry to the kid, what else do you want me to do?"

Your resolve was weakening. It's difficult with Shuji. You squinted your eyes shut as he cornered you against the car door, biting your earlobe.

Hands caressing your calves and thighs then sliding his tongue across your neck and collarbone. He'd never let any other girl yell at him or force him to apologize.

Yet he had a soft spot for you and you alone. His girl.

author’s note: yeah some parents kinda just let their kids get dragged yk damn well if that was my kid i’m cussin everybody out 😭😭 idc if he wrong but anyways

#tr drabbles #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma shuuji x reader #shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x black reader #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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cannellee · 1 month

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

UNVEILING FATE (serie) : part 1, next up : rin

alpha! kakucho x omega! reader (bonten)

— stuck working in a brothel to keep you safe from hunger, you're tasked to entertain a particularly dangerous and influential mafia group. however, you're met with a delicious smell which could only belong to one person, your soulmate...

my masterlist : ☆

"take this with you and don't mess up or you'll have some problems with the higher ups", your friend shoved a tray in your hands, her serious eyes looking at you.

the plate was full with tea and other delicacies you had been trained to serve over the past few weeks.

"I heard they're part of a huge business, wouldn't want to get on their bad side honestly", you eye her up, feeling yourself grow more uneasy at each confession. she seemed to catch on your nervousness.

"don't stress y/n, I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job! just breathe and everything will be fine okay?" you nodded hesitantly, readjusting your grip on the tray.

you felt your friend brush her hands through your hair one last time, tightening the fabric on your waist to make it look more snatched the way clients like them usually liked it.

you inhaled deeply, counting on the things you learned alongside the other girls. all you needed to do was look pretty, serve them the tea and stay quiet on one of the corner of the room, until one of them eventually finds you to his liking and takes you to a private room.

you walked through the long hallway, already hearing the shattering of glasses and aggressive discussions, while silently greeting the other omega who just came out.

upon hearing the various voices through the closed door, your confidence died down in the blink of an eye. that would be your first ever night with a costumer and you were deeply afraid of what was waiting for you.

you swallowed nervously the lump in your throat, clearing your throat and mustering the courage you needed. you needed this job, you couldn't fail.

you made sure to keep your scent down, stress making it definitely more sour than what most alphas liked, and finally, you opened the door.

the loud cheers didn't stop and you relaxed a bit when none of them seemed to pay any mind to the new intruder. they were all too absorbed in their conversations to even look your way.

that thought alone should have pushed you further into the room. it should've calmed you down enough that you would walk up to them and put the pastries on their table.

and yet, you did none of that. all too paralysed by the foreign scent, enveloping you as if to prevent you from smelling anything else. it was strong, commanding, but all too comforting to even feel threatening.

you didn't feel like moving, you wanted to remain in the warm embrace of the pheromones casually claiming you without you knowing. it didn't feel suffocating and you would've fight whoever asked you to leave the room.

you breathed in deeply, the room now silent and looking at you. you ignored them, eyes now frantically searching for the source of such a nice scent, and then you found him.

black eyes, long hair and a calm aura surrounding him which made you crave for more, needy for his touch even though you didn't know him.

and then he got up, went up to you and... growled, with anger in his eyes.

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kakucho felt disguted.

he never frequented brothels and was sure to keep it that way if only his boss wasn't the one to invite them here.

he watched the other executives already eyeing up the women working there, casually making advances and booking a room for later.

when they sat down around the huge table, workers after workers came in. ran looked ecstatic, loving the way their position could get them such a spectacle, and carefully judged each of them until their plates were full of food.

the meal was calmer, with kakucho's own scent turning bitter the longer he witnessed his colleagues' doings.

then came the desserts. this was over soon. he'd be able to get out of this place full of so many different pheromones it nearly gave him a headache.

kakucho wasn't by any means someone like ran or sanzu, who both easily found pleasure in such displays, loving the way omegas would flock around them and throw themselves at their feet.

kakucho didn't like the lingering looks from the women he obviously didn't intend to spend the night with. he cared too much about his job and too little about his own private life to actually pay any mind to love or sex.

fuck, he just wanted to get it over with so he could go and complete the work he had started a few hours prior to his boss calling him over.

he sat on the side farthest from the door, a strong scent around him to keep the workers away while he finishes his drink.

he didn't hear the door open, he wouldn't have looked at the person entering even if he did hear her.

but her scent.

kakucho was suddenly hit by a mind-blowing sweet scent, the sweetest he had ever smelled. his nose instantly picked up those new pheromones, inhaling deeply to keep the scent close.

he didn't realise his own pheromones started spreading like crazy, instantly reaching out to the pretty stranger right in front of him.

the other executives all stopped, intrigued at the scene in front of them and at how their usually cool headed friend was a second away from drooling.

you looked cute, adorable even, totally out of place and definitely not suited for such a place. what were you even doing here ? a lovely bite-sized omega like you was sure to get all the unwanted attention of all the perverts coming here.

god, you looked so innocent, kakucho didnt think he had ever seen such a pretty omega, your scent sent him into a haze like never before.

but despite the seemingly perfect moment, your presence was still bothering him. you couldn't possibly be working there. what were you doing with a tray in your hands ? and that dress ? you looked beautiful wearing it, but it was the usual clothing a girl working here would wear.

kakucho was growing even more mad the second he connected the dots and his already present annoyance only worsened.

what do you mean his omega was working in a brothel ?

he looked at you, watching as you eyed him with big doe eyes and a candid expression. you looked so sweet. kakucho couldn't believe he had found his one and only soulmate in a brothel.

while kakucho wasn't fond of spending his time doing anything other than working, he spared a spot for his partner. the thought of having a fated partner made his romantic heart melt, he had a soft spot for you and you were going to be the only one aware of it.

this is probably why he got up so aggressively and stopped abruptly in front of you, with nothing but pure rage at the treatment of his omega.

that's why he growled. not at you, but as a warning to whoever put you in there and accepted that you work for gross men, unaware that it was actually your first night.

he couldn't believe other men had touched you. were you scared ? did those people do bad things to you? how hard your life must have been that you would end up here...

his thoughts were racing, each one worse than the precedent. kakucho was having none of that and swore to get you out of here the second he laid his eyes on your much smaller form, looking up at him as if he was your saviour.

kakucho felt compelled to now take his responsibility as the alpha you waited for your whole life.

and similarly, kakucho felt deeply protective of you, alpha instincts urging him to shield you away from the flawed world which had done you wrong while soothing all your worries away. he had never felt so in touch with his instincts before, feeling them growing inside of him to push him to act the right way his omega mate would expect.

he felt so angry. but he had to swallow that down and make sure you were alright first. so he toned it down, putting on a genuinely kind smile, one nobody ever saw him with.

"don't worry, I'll take you away from this awful place. I'll offer you a much better life, you don't have to worry about anything anymore, m'kay?"

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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being submissive is cool and all but a man that likes when you talk your shit back? yeah, my type 🥴

cw: rough sex, slapping, spit play, name calling, very vocal reader

one that’s already dogging your shit out..I’m talking both hands around your throat, fingers in the mouth…pulling you up by the top of your head and telling you to take that dick as it makes home at the inner corner of your cervix. Only letting him do so becatse he promises to get it redone. But honestly? He knows you like it just as much he does. Especially considering the fact that you’ve never been shy about letting him know what turns you on..

“Yeah, fuck me! Right there…don’t you dare fucking stop.”

sucking on those teeth in a sultry tone as you glare right into his eyes..groping your own tits and and telling him everything you wanted. And best believe, he’s trying to keep up. God, he’s trying because he doesn’t want to disappoint his freaky little damsel. The one that swallows his cock with ease, whether it’s in that slutty throat or sloppy warmth. The one he can’t last more than three minutes without nutting inside of because that shit has a vice grip like he’s never seen. Honestly, you have way too much power over him but satisfying you is his top and only priority. Even if you do boss him around like a little bitch!

“Goddamn…you feel so fucking good..this my pussy, baby? Tell me?”

“Is it? You better fuck the shit outta me then..like you mean it. Make me nut on that dick.”

you get so aggressive and into it that he can’t help but twitch inside, having to adjust his pace so that he doesn’t blow his load entirely too early for your liking. Only, you’d never let him live it down. Laughing like a fucking demon every time he lost his rhythm and starting panting because you’ve starting purposely tightening around him; making those spasms enclose him like you never wanted to let go. It’s only when he starts pounding your shit into oblivion, spitting into your mouth and slapping your cheek does he elicit a few submissive moans but it’s right back to shit talking shortly thereafter..

“That’s all you got? I said fuck this pussy, beat this shit up and quit playing with me! I want you to come all in this bitch..or you ain’t man enough? What? I gotta go get another nigga to do it?”

at this point, he can’t tell if it’s the immense pleasure or the fact that you’ve pissed him the fuck off but he’s trying to plow you into the mattress and he’s not letting up until he watches your eyes trail ti the back of your skull. Grunting through gritted teeth, he just smirks and continues clutching your neck as that cream coated dick keeps stroking in and out..and all the while, you know that you’re in for the best night of your life.

“You little bitch..just wait. I’m about to have you crawling out of here. Just hold those legs open and don’t move until I fucking say so..”

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sukuna, toji, taiju, eren, tengen, worrick, kenny ackerman, mikey, draken, touya/dabi, zoro, law, eustass kidd, doflamingo, crocodile, smoker, gajeel, taiga, laxus, garou, zeke, draken, kisaki, connie, south, geto + anyone else you’d like to add

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thvkei · 1 year

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baji loves when he can see himself inside you.

# tw // belly bulging, creampie.

"oh, fuck..." baji groans, hot breath pawing your features as he towers over your bare body. calloused fingers brush against your lower tummy, caressing the bulge which nestled prettily in your womb. "ya feel that, baby? so fuckin' deep inside you."

all you can do is nod quickly, muttering small 'uhuh's as you place your hand over his. he tries to shush any whines the best way he can—by smashing a sloppy and too-heavy kiss against your already tender and swollen lips, body bending down to claim every warbled noise tumbling forth from your mouth.

"pussy's suckin' me in... fuck, ease up, baby." baji groans, russet eyes scrunching in pleasure at the constant sensation of your squishy walls hugging him so tight. "y're killin' me here." he hisses before thrusting into you again, and you can feel his cock piston in and out of you as he continues his thrusts—the pleasure overwhelming your senses and making you cream around him.

despite how cruel it is, he can't stop. he won't—even as pathetic whines and whimpers continue to seep from your bruised lips as he pounds your drooling cunt until it's pulsing around him with a heartbeat of its own divinity.

the sight's too beautiful to pass up; he considers the mere thought a treason in itself. the arch of your little womb, so full and swollen with his love, disappearing and reappearing with every short, quick thrust of his strong hips. so no, he can't stop, not until you're spraying your juices all over his honeyed abdomen and clawing at his wrists, letting out clumsy yells of, 't'much, kei!!', and, 'c-cummin' again!!'

and he'd all but smirk, 'jus' one more, baby. feels so fuckin' good,' just moments before he creampies your tiny hole and stuffs you full of his babies until they're spilling out of you in thickly oozing pearly globs.

#⋆｡ °✩; tillie writes.#ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁; n.sfw #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji x reader smut #tw belly bulge #baji smut #baji keisuke smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev headcanons #drabble #baji drabble #tr smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x you

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drowningmist · 3 months

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"𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾.."

The first time you met Mitsuya was when you were there to pick your brother from school.

"'Neesan"your little brother calls out as he saw you and wobbled on his way towards you. You crouched down infront of him and patted his head.

"Woah. You seem excited, made new friends?"

Your brother nods pointing back towards a cute girl with pink hair.

"Her name's luna! Luna look she's my 'neesan" the little girl slowly came towars you with sparkling eyes as if admiring you.

"Your 'neesan's an angel" she mumbles cutely making you smile and ruffle her hair.

Your lil bro huffed cockily "told ya! "You chuckled shaking ur head at these kids but the next thing you heard made you frown.

"My 'neesan will like her"

"yeah and you'll get a big sis too and me a big bro" they both clapped there hands.

"Woah Woah what's going on in that tiny head of yours?" You lightly flicked your brother's head and luna was bout to say something before a voice stopped her.

"Luna!"

You three turned your head towards the voice noticing it came from a boy your age with lavender hair.

"He looks intimidating .."

He bent down and pinched the said girl's cheek softly.

"so you were here huh...don't roam around on your own"

"but i was doin you a favour! Look i found an angel for you"

It was then that mitsuya finally noticed your presence and looked at you.

You being the not so friendliest person on earth smiled at him before getting up and grabbing your brother's hand ~planning to run away~.

He stared at you before smiling back

"Don't mind her words she's always like this" he said ruffling the girl's hair who seemed to be his lil sister .

"Uh i dont mind, my bro is also like this" you smiled softly looking at the two younger . "Looks like these two have become good friends".

"Well she wasn't wrong bout you being an angel" Mistuya winked at you making you shrug your shoulders with a "ikr" expression and chuckle as you were a flirt yourself.

...................................................................................................

Since then, you two started having little conversations here and there when picking up the little ones from school.

Sometimes he would invite you to his house showing you his croquis sketches and pieces of half made toile which only made you admire him more and encouraged him in his dream to be a fashion designer in future.

You also got to know bout him being a delinquent and a member of toman. It was hard to believe at first as his behavior was too gentle for a delinquent , you thought.

One time when you came to his house excitedly to show him your sketches of clothes and for some criticism as you were an artist yourself , you were greeted by a swollen-faced ,full of bruises , mitsuya with wrongly tied bandages and only then it finally occured to you that "yeah he is a delinquent ".

From then on , You became his personal nurse as he lacked in the taking care of himself department and his mom used to be out of town for work ,so why not?

Sometimes during tending his wounds or sketching various designs together, there were few moments of tension which you used to brush off by you making him flustered failed like when you were treating his lip wound , you looked at him mischievously and poked his lower lip.

"Should i kiss it ? It will heal better!"

"yeah with the tongue please"

"..."

ahem so yeah you were left with your mouth hunged open, no comebacks making him smirk. Mind you it's mitsuya takashi for fuck's sake-

Overall, It was all fun and games until your stomach became a florist, attracting butterflies everytime mitsuya was under the radar.

Man..and how when you tried to compose yourself infront of him , he fucking had to smile so beautifully making you melt and evaporate.

To confirm it, one time, Mitsuya came home late at night, parked his bike after coming from the gang, standing infront of his door sighing at the thought that he still needs to cook dinner and put his sisters to sleep, he opened the door only to be greeted by a delicious smell.

."huh..?" He thought making his way to the kitchen and meeting eyes with you wearing his apron washing the dishes.

"You.." his shoulders slumped in a relaxing state .

"I knew you had a fight with the other gang so, i came over and flexed my delicious cooking to luna and mana and uk i also made-

He stopped you mid way by back hugging you transferring his body weight onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely, he breathes out a sigh tickling your neck.

"Thanks..." he words tiredly to which you faintly smiled and hummed in response.

"Staying over.?"

"Yup.."

"Good"

He rests his chin on your shoulder.

"You look like a wife"

"Then should I say "Welcome back honey"?.." you joked, removing the gloves after being done with the dishes. He backs away from the hug giving you space as you removed the apron.

Finally, you turned towards him fully only to see him rummaging his pockets before taking out a piece of cloth.

"wait...its a sample, the one you have been trying to get for your toile."

"How did you get it ?"

"To remind you, I'm the president of the sewing club, asked the girls there to order this one, planned to give it to you later but here we are."

He hands it over to you, smiling so gently ,that was the time, you confirmed, you wanna protect this man..

So yeah, you realized that you liked Mitsuya Takashi.

But you did little to nothing bout it as you figured there's something mutual but internally feared that this is only platonic.

Until on 26th dec, after the Christmas incident with taiju, you heard hakkai whom you met through mistuya whisper to you bout how he doubts that his big sis, yuzuha might have a crush on mitsuya..

"You sure it isn't you hallucinating?" You frown.

Hakkai groans " no and i think taka chan likes her back beacuse he hugged her there".

Boy, how your heart dropped to your stomach.

"I-It was just a hug, no big deal".

"But in taka chan's case it is! Have you seen him hug any female besides her sisters? And he is affectionate towards her too"

As if you weren't getting anxious before now you were succesfully in a foul mood. As much as you don't wanna overthink hakkai's philosophy, your doubt has been sprouted.

"What if you were just being delusional and there's nothing mutual between you two.? What if he really likes yuzuha then you shouldn't come between them"

So when mistuya asked you to go with him to the new year eve's shrine , you declined him as yuzuha was also coming and your heart wasn't strong enough to see him with someone else.

"Any reason as to why you dont wanna come..?" Mistuya inquired aware of the change of mood of yours these days.

"I just don't, okay" you said as you called your brother, who was busy playing with luna and mana, you used to tag him along with u to see mitsuya's, so that he can play with his sisters and ~u can have an excuse to see him"

"Let's go home now bub" you grabbed your bro's hand, preparing to go but mitsuya stopped you from doin the motion by grabbing your wrist, smiling softly at your brother and signaling him to go play more, he turned towards u with a stern expression contradicting how his hand gently grabbed yours, grazing his thumb on your knuckles.

" you seem to have something on your mind these days..wanna talk bout it ?"

You hissed wanting to yell in frustration but your words came out as a mumble.

" i told you its nothing..and you can't fix it anyway..."

The way his hand tightened around yours made you look at him. He cups your cheek softly looking at you with a concerned gaze.

"If it's bothering you then it's not nothing, Shutting me out won't solve it. You only visit now when in need of samples and you keep acting like you're looking for an excuse to leave. "

"So? Is there any other reason for me to visit?"

He frowns " You know there is.."

Your face turned soft. "No i don't "

He didn't speak anything further and just stared at you silently

You sighed. You knew he won't stop until you tell him what's wrong.

"Fine...Hakkai told me that yuzuha likes you..and "

"And?"

You looked away trying to ignore his intimidating gaze

"And you also like her"

He chuckled

"So that's it huh.."

You looked at him confusedly

"What.?"

"The one yuzuha likes is not me, it's Takemicchi "

"Huh? "

Before you can make any reaction he pulled you closer making you gasp

"As for the later one. I thought i made myself clear with the actions, didn't i?

You just looked down

"So you coming for the festival.? " He raises his eyebrows .

"..yeah"

"Good" he ruffled your hair before pulling away

"Damn you hakkai I'll kill you"

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New year's eve, 11:30pm

"Where are we going..?"

You asked mistuya as he, out of nowhere dragged you away from your friend circle.

He stopped after making sure you both are out of there sight especially his lil sister's. He looked at you smiling cheekily.

"Yesterday about our discussion, i had a strong urge to make it clear to you but our siblings were there,..so i had to hold it"

He cups your cheek with one hand , pulling you closer with another.

"But now I can't "

He kisses you, where he pecks you a thousand times and you just stand there giggling with your face squished in his palms.

"I .better. not. hear. you .say .shit .like .this .again". He whispers between the kisses.

You smile in the kiss.

"Okay"

After a while ,you pull away from the kiss looking at him unable to control your smile.

"Your sister was right about you"

"About..?" He asked trying hard to suppress his own grin.

"That her neesan will like me"

He smiled widely before closing the gap between your mouths again.

.....

....

Few feets away were standing two blond teenagers staring gawking at you two shamelessly while putting a hand infront of the younger one's eyes to stop them from seeing their olders like this.

The tall one sighed. "Man, I guess I'm the only one to have no luck with girls. "

Takemichi looked at his partner, chifuyu, and smiled secretly looking at the sky

" It's not long before chifuyu meet her..."

Takemichi is a time traveler afterall.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers fluff #tr chifuyu #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya fluff #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya drabbles #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers takemichi

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aritsukemo · 6 months

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Tokyo Revengers Masterpost ⌛

Links to all my Tokyo Revengers-related works!

Full Length Fanfics ⏳

Headcanons 💛✨

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Other 🖤

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sunaluv · 1 year

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Come get your man, come get your man!

In which someone has an obvious crush on your man

Feat: suna, nagi, ran, eren

Ignore the pairings I’m indecisive lols

SUNA RINTARO

“Hey you’re suna’s girlfriend right?” You looked up to see a girl with a stretched smile looking at you expectedly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked, seeing no reason to be hostile yet.

“So nice to meet you! I sit next to him in english, you could say he’s kinda my english boyfriend,”

Oh.

You knew suna was attractive and you had a feeling this was inevitable, but that does not stop the shock of the situation.

“He told me about you, said you had a weird sense of humor,” you replied with a tight lipped smile.

‘He didn’t say that, he just said she was weird’ you thought.

“Omg so he does talk about me! It’s so weird, he like totally ignores me but it’s nice to know he talks to others about me,”

Now you were more amused than anything.

“But anyways, the reason I wanted to talk to you, girl to girl is that I think he might be into me a bit-not trying to sabotage your relationship it’s just… if it was me, I’d want someone to tell me.” She sat down next to you, putting an hand on your arm in faux comfort.

A voice called her name “what are you doing here.”

Like a deer caught in headlight, the girl stammered over her words “suna, I was just talking to your girlfriend about us.”

“There is no ‘us’” he deadpanned.

You watched amused as she accused suna of leading her on, saying how she kept borrowing pencils from her, or not moving his knee all the time when they’d touch and other absurd accusations on why he’s into her.

When she stormed off embarrassed and heartbroken, he sat next to you.

“Why did you intervene? I was having fun getting to know your english girlfriend,” you teased making him groan.

RAN HAITANI

“Omg you’re so pretty!”

Your boyfriend was on the other side of the nightclub dealing with who knows what as you smiled at the girl who had been gassing you for the past 2 minutes.

“I’m so glad stinky old ran found such a beauty like you, how did he cuff you?” She looked around as if searching for someone before leaning in close to speak over the booming music of the club.

“Just asking to check, he told you about us right?”

What us? “No he didn’t, what’s up with that?”

She sent an apologetic look. “He was here last week and we kinda…hooked up. Im not trying to be a homewrecker I just thought you should know.”

This liar, last week he had flown out with you on holiday for the week. You had arrived two days ago due to his business needing him.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“Omg no way, he’s cheating on me!” You faked hurt.

“Im sorry girl, I-“

“Why are you like this,” Your boyfriends strong groan cut into your conversation.

“Stop lying to her ran, she doesn’t deserve this! Come clean right now, you and I hooked up in that bathroom last we-“

“We weren’t in the country last week, dumbass.”

She froze and as if piecing everything together, she was about to fume at you. You knew she was lying and embarrassed her like that.

“You sly little-“

Before she could finish, ran was already pulling you away from her and leading you towards the back of the nightclub.

“I hate you by the way,” he sulked before you could even begin to poke fun at him.

NAGI SEISHIRO

You stared at your boyfriends ringing phone next to you, then back to said man who was absentmindedly clicking on his keyboard.

“Baby can you get that for me?”

You agreed, pressing accept on the incoming call from a random girls name that you’ve heard in passing from Nagi himself, nothing to be worried about, quite the opposite actually.

He keeps complaining about how she won’t leave him alone, but you defended the girl you didn’t know, saying maybe she was friendly.

Answering the call, a pretty girl sat infront of the window, neck angled so that the gold light shined on her face.

She obviously wasn’t expecting to see you, as she quickly adjusted her position to a more casual setting.

“Uhm hello, you must be sei’s friend, can you put him on the phone?” She asked, not hiding her distaste that your man wasn’t the one answering the phone.

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. “And he’s busy right now, I can get him to call you back if you want,”

She glared at you seeing you not let down. “Okay I guess. Just tell him it’s KK calling, he’ll come to me.”

You sent her a challenging look before relaying the message to the man three meters away from you nice and loud so she can hear.

“Hang up.” You saw her eyes widen and didn’t bother to hide your smile.

“What was that?” You asked.

He repeated himself, not realising she could still hear him, but before you could hang up, she had already done it, too embarrassed to face the girl who has what she wanted.

“You see what I mean now?”

EREN YEAGER

You stood in between the spread legs of your boyfriend in the party hosts kitchen as his big arms held your back to his chest. His long legs kicked the cabinets as he swung his legs, staring down the girl stood across the room.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked giggling seductively.

“You’re being weird.”

“Whatever,” she smiled, rolling her eyes.

You fiddled with the necklace eren bought you for your anniversary, which seemed to get her attention.

“Cute chain girl,” she covered her annoyance with intrigue. “Did yeager boy here get it for you?”

You sent her a look, nodding to confirm.

“Omg that reminds me of this one time when we went on holiday together, you remember that ‘ren? When you bought me that cute set?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

You knew exactly what she was doing and it wasn’t going to work. It’s such a shame she had to act like this too, she was pretty, you’ll admit.

You trusted your man, he gave you a head up about the girl who leeched on to him, warning you about all the lies and deception she would try to drill in your mind.

“That was back in Spain right? He bought a extras while looking for this one right?” You smiled at her innocently.

“Wowwww, you told her about me eren? I’m so flattered” if she was pissed, and you knew she was, she didn’t show it.

“Mhm he told me all about you, about how you leech on to him at any chance you get.”

She let out loud, forced laughter “she’s a funny one yeager, make sure you keep a tight leash on this one.” She looked at you and you swore you saw her eye twitch.

The pair of you stayed silent as you watched her aggressively walk back towards the party.

“You’re better than me you know, if any of your guy friends started to act like that I would’ve beat his ass,”

You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. “Good thing you were holding me because one more second and I would have.”

God he was so in love with you.

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shoyoist · 1 year

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— 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐒 ?! : hanma shuji

content: f!reader. sin&punishment tattoos on your tits. he calls you doll and babydoll + playful use of the term 'slut'. he calls himself daddy. size kink, choking, manhandling, tit sucking, body marking, fingering, orgasm denial, begging.

an : god i might actually get these tats on my tits </3⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ you've always wanted to match tattoos with hanma.

you sit there, wrapped in your towel at the edge of your bed, smelling of soap and hanma's cologne, waiting for him to come home.

it's a little later than usual, but he'd sent you a message ( [18:26] shuji: i'll b home l8 baby ) so you knew to wait patiently. you also knew that as every other time that hanma came home late from work, he'd be tired and needy for you.

hungry to dig his fingers into you, sink his teeth in and relish your sweetness as it meets his insatiable tongue. it's his favourite way of winding down after a long day. and tonight is going to be special — because you've got a little surprise for him ♡.

the house is quiet as you wait, and you hear easily enough when the front door downstairs is opened. a jingle of keys, a click! and then a slight creak, as it swings ajar.

hanma doesn't call out when he comes in. there's no “i'm home!” or “i'm back sweetheart!” with him. he walks in silently, not even bothering to turn the lights on — he's like a panther stalking prey in the dark, as he saunters in and makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom.

you cup your chest with your palms as you listen intently for his footsteps, feeling the supple skin up, thinking of how his hands would feel over them. his big, calloused palms and long fingers — squeezing so harsh and good.

and then you hear his footsteps — heavy, rhythmic steps that thud closer and closer to your door, and you can't help but rub your thighs together, hot and bothered just by the thought of him and the sound of his arrival.

you watch, as the door handle twists so silently, not a single squeak — before it swings gently open.

hanma stands right outside, peeking through the narrow gap — long and lanky figure accentuated by his pinstriped suit, hair falling over one eye in wavy blonde and black locks, the round lenses of his glasses reflecting the light of your room, concealing his gaze.

a thrill rushes up your spine when his mouth eases into that sly, lopsided grin. “baby.” he croons.

he kicks the door open with one foot, stepping in. the door slams against the wall with a bang, and he chuckles in amusement when it startles you — and his grin only widens as he eyes you up. “you feelin’ your tits up, huh? made you wait too long tonight, did i?”

god, his voice makes you go insane. and he's so tall — so big, shoulders so wide and legs so long as he stops in front of you and bends at the waist to lean closer. those lidded eyes glinting gold behind his glasses as he smiles down at you, watching you squirm.

“daddy's home now, babydoll.” he giggles, knowing that it flusters you. “and he's ready to play.”

“shuji.” you breathe, caught off guard by his presence, the heat that radiates from him, his scent of cigarettes and dior invading your senses and rendering you just slightly dizzy — and your hands slip from your chest, towel falling loose to reveal what you've been keeping for him as a surprise.

and there's silence for a minute. you think you hear hanma's breath catch in his throat.

his eyes drop to your tits — to the freshly inked tattoos that stare up at him from the twin swells of your chest — pretty, black and exactly alike to the sin and punishment tattoos he has on the back of his hands.

he stares for a full minute, before he finally exhales, and exclaims with his eyes lit up— “dollface, you didn't.”

he falls to his knees at the foot of the bed, still at eyelevel with you because he's just that fucking big, and places his hands on your knees to push them apart so he can get closer, between your legs. “let me see ‘at, let me see.”

one hand latches at your waist, big and warm as he grips you, sliding his palm up your ribs and sending shivers up your spine. stretching his thumb out, he presses into the tender flesh of your left breast, rubbing a circle into punishment.

“m—mm,” you whine, arching into his touch, all of a sudden realizing that you're sitting on the bed wearing nothing, and that hanma is fully clothed, in his expensive two piece suit. it makes you feel vulnerable — and turns you on even more. “wanted to—to match your tattoos. you know? like a little symbol that shows i belong to you.”

the corners of his lips quirk up at that, as he glances up at your face for a second. his thumb keeps rubbing circles into your tattoo, grazing your nipple ever so slightly each time, and you can feel your patience running thin. “how you belong to me, hm? tch, such a good fuckin’ thing for me. you want to be branded?”

his other hand, that had remained on your right knee, starts to move then. gentle strokes up and down your thigh, slowly moving up to give your hip a little squeeze, digging his nails into the plush skin, before trailing up your waist.

sin waits atop the rise of your right breast, for his thumb to press into the black ink and give the sore skin some release. “look at that,” he grins, watching how your tits dip under the pressure of his thumbs, soft and pliable, newly marked by his trademark tattoos. “looks fuckin’ adorable, sweet doll. like you're all mine.”

his voice is deep, raspy and it cracks in all the right places — you feel hot, and with your legs spread apart like this, you can't even hide how wet you're getting with each passing second.

and even though you know he'll only tease you for it, you can't help but whisper, “shuji, please.”

“ah? speak up, baby.” he smirks, leaning even closer and letting his breath wash over your bare neck, goosebumps pricking up over your collarbones and down your arms.

his lips hover over your chest, just inches away, and you need him to press them into your skin — need him to hurry the fuck up and take a bite out of you already, before you lose your mind over the damn wait.

“need me t’ mark you up a lil more, ‘s that it?” he hums, and you can feel his words ghost over your skin. “make you really mine, yeah? with my teeth over these tattoos?”

“mhm.” you whine, desperate as you feel wetness pool out your cunt. “please, daddy.”

he squeezes your tits in his hands then, and fuck — it feels good, better than you could ever imagine or remember. a moan spills from your lips, body tilting forward — but he suddenly has his hand pressed flat against the middle of your chest, and without warning, he shoves you onto the bed.

the impact of your back against the mattress is cushioned, but the air is still knocked from your lungs in a gasp — and hanma chuckles again, climbing on top of you and tugging the towel away from underneath your body, throwing it aside.

“get down f’me then.” he reaches up for a moment to loosen his tie, and you stare up at sin with hazy eyes, until he's got his hand wrapped around your throat. he pushes his knee between your legs, and the material of his slacks feels delicious against your puffy clit as you grind on him, slick soaking through so pathetically quick. “let me taste you, a’right?”

“need it, shuji. need it so bad.” his smell and warmth overwhelm you — the space between your bodies so minimal, that you can nearly feel how heavy he is as he hovers over you. he's big, so deliciously big.

“fuck—” he groans when you reach over to squeeze at his boner, loving how his cock twitches against your fingers through his pants. he's so receptive, it's so obvious how badly he wants to eat you up.

“ah-ah, naughty slut.” he recovers quick enough, giving your throat a squeeze and clicking his tongue as he lets go, grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm beside your head. his grip is strong, hand so big and rough. “‘s my turn first. yeah? so behave.”

he wraps his hand back around your throat, forcing you to tilt your head up and gasp for air as he finally bends down and latches his lips around your tits.

“hngh, shuji—” his tongue is long, wet and sticky as he circles the hot tip around the sensitive bud of your nipple, hollowing his cheeks in and letting out a pleasured groan as he sucks at the soft flesh.

“mmm,” he moans, nose pressed to your skin, sucking in a lungful of your scent, tasting your soap and his perfume and you at the back of his throat. and as he takes his mouth off your tits with a wet pop — trailing his lips over to the tattoos, he whispers in a drawl, “say my name again, babydoll. tell me you're mine. should fuckin’ sear it into your head, heh.”

“i'm yours!” you moan — and he rewards you by sliding one hand back down to your hip and giving you another squeeze before cupping his palm at your pussy.

“all yours, shuji. all yours,” you repeat, encouraging — and he laughs into your skin, a low rumble that spreads tingles through your limbs. “of course you're all mine, look how fuckin’ wet you are. just ‘cause i called you a sweet thing ‘nd sucked these tits of yours?”

his fingers slip between the puffy folds of your cunt, dipping into the dripping hole for a moment before trailing slowly up to your clit — and he gives the little pearl a flick, chuckling when he feels your body jerk underneath him in response.

“sh—shuji, don't tease!” you beg, and his lidded eyes glitter with lust and excitement as he meets yours. “hey, let me have my fun now, dollface. y’re my little toy, aren't you?”

and immediately, your face heats up, tongue falling still — so weak to his smooth talk and that heavy stare of his. you look away, squeezing your eyes shut because fuck, he's all over you right now — no matter where you looked, you could still see him and feel him.

“hah,” he smirks down at you. “that's what i thought.”

his dick throbs underneath his slacks as he slides his fingers deeper into your cunt, feeling your walls clench desperately around the thickness and length of his digits. and just as a little treat, he finds that sweet spot of yours and curls his fingers in nice and hard—

“fuck, shuji—” your eyes open up, rolling back into your head, back arching as you scramble to grab at his clothed bicep. “nngh, more. please.”

“aww,” he coos, “all pent up for me, huh? need daddy to make you feel good so bad.”

“yes, need you—” he does it again, laughing when your begging is cut short by another moan. his mouth finds your chest again, front teeth and canines sinking into the plush skin as his tongue laps at your nipple, biting an arch over sin before doing the same to punishment, your pretty gasps and cries of pleasure and pain nearly drowned out by his heavy, strained groan.

“god, baby,” hanma breathes, ignoring the way you whine as he slips his fingers out of your cunt for a moment, leaving you fluttering around nothing as he pops the digits into his mouth and sucks at the slick coated on them. “shit — think i need you, sweet doll. sweet fuckin' thing.”

“give it back,” you beg, needing his fingers, needing him to hit that spot and press into it again, again and again. “please daddy, give it back.”

“a'right, dollface, calm your tits,” he chuckles, but you don't even hear his stupid little joke because he slips his fingers back in your pussy at the same time, and your vision blurs, the ringing in your ears getting so much louder with the increase in pleasure.

he rubs at your clit, letting go of your wrist now so he can watch how you grab at your own tits, feeling the marks he left on them with his teeth as you kick your legs under him and beg mindlessly for more. “little doll wants a fucking so bad, ah?”

“mhm,” you mumble, and he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours and wrapping around it, teeth clicking together as you lean up, wanting more.

“if ya want it so bad,” hanma rasps in between kisses, half joking. “then don't you dare cum just yet.”

“h—” your breath catches in your throat. “why?”

“heh,” he smiles, showing teeth. amused by the way your eyes widen in shock and how your voice lowers with indignance. “cause daddy said so, dollface. i'm saying you're only allowed to cum on my cock, yeah?”

you want to be good. you really do.

but right now, the fact that hanma is still fully clothed and doesn't even have his dick in you yet — it's driving you crazy.

you'd behave and endure his games, usually. but not this time. how can he expect you to control yourself when he's making you feel so good — just with his hands and his mouth? you need more. “no.”

reaching up, you grab at his jacket and pull him ontop of you — wanting his heavy weight, his heat and his boner on you. “baby,” hanma chides, barely getting his hand out from between your legs before your bodies collide. sympathy dripping from the rasp of his voice. “so fucking needy tonight? did ya drink something before i got home or somethin'?”

“no,” you whine again, too busy enjoying his pressure, the feel of his dick, hard and heavy against your bare thigh, to come up with a good response.

too needy for his cock to tell him properly that you've been wanting this since so early this morning, when you'd gone to get the tattoos as soon as he was out of town for his meeting. that even while the lady was soothing your nonexistent anxieties and talking away while inking the kanji onto your tits, you'd been thinking about him.

about him and about his reaction to your pretty tits being marked by his very own tattoos.

so delirious, you can't tell him you've been wanting him all fucking day, and even before today you've been wanting this to happen all fucking month ever since you got the idea — so you just grab his face, the harsh line of his jaw digging into your palm, and drag him in for another kiss.

“can't take it tonight, shuji. need you too much, 'n i know you're tired, too.” you say into the kiss, hoping the feel of your plush thighs against his dick and your tits squished against his chest will be enough, along with your sweet kisses and your voice, to convince him to reward you rather than punish you.

taking his face in your hands, you pull him back in when he tries to pull away. “please, daddy. just — just want you to make me yours.”

and hanma just can't resist.

“fine, fine.” the groan he lets out into your mouth is in sync with the twitch of his cock. his hands find your waist again — big, big hands feeling your naked body all up before he straightens up onto his knees on the bed, tugging at his belt.

you hook your legs around his waist, cupping your tits and showing them off to him, and he grins, the gold of his eyes wicked.

“wanna be fucked senseless so bad, ah?” he chuckles, throwing the belt aside, taking his jacket off before unzipping his pants and pulling out his big, big cock.

“mhm,” you stare at it, so long and beautifully curved upwards, the tip drooling a pearl of precum that trails down to his full, heavy balls — and you almost wish you could lick it up. “please, shuji.”

and when you look up into his eyes, you know he's about to do everything you'd been daydreaming about, and more.

“yeah.” hanma breathes, giving himself one good stroke, fist around his girth, before taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

the triumph you feel at being able to win hanma over, when usually you know that if you begged like that he'd only toy around with you more, sits bright in your gaze as you smile all giddy up at him. “mmm, missed you too much. 'm sorry.”

you say sorry, but there's not an ounce of apology in you. hanma smiles anyway. “don't hafta be sorry, baby. 's how i like you.”

eager to be fucked. such a slut for his cock. even getting his tattoos on your tits, just to be all his and only his. god, hanma loves you.

“and whatever my babydoll wants,” he leans back down to kiss at your chest, tongue lazily licking at the tattoos once more, before he angles himself at your entrance, meeting your lips with his again so he can eat up your whine as he works his tip into your cunt. “my babydoll gets.”

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