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never4night · 6 months ago

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Mine

Part l 🌹 ⚠

Bonten!Sanzu X male reader

warnings: drug use and dependency, toxic relationship/circumstances, mental health(will update, I didn’t edit it yet)

ft. hades characters

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Y/n sat quietly, near the head of the bed, staring blankly into the empty walls that seemed to loom in front of him. The room felt too quiet, almost stifling, despite the colorful neon lights that he’d come to learn to associate with Tokyo trickling into the room. The sound of the hustle of others still going about their lives down below despite the time, creeps up into the still apartment through the cracks of the hastily drawn curtains. The room glowed a faint neon red, outshining the slivers of light cascading from the moon that hung full, alone in the cloudy starless night. The shadows of the room felt just a tad bit darker, he would muse. His mind was empty, thoughts and desires disappearing just as quick as the ideas flickered by.

But his heart was restless.

Fast-paced and yearning for something he couldn’t quite place. Y/n felt alone as he sat awake on the king-size bed in the early dawn morning, aimlessly running his fingers over the seams of one of his favorite blankets rested partially over his torso, too hot to use it to fully cover himself but also too used to the comfort to completely forgo the object entirely. A quick strobe of light illuminated out of the corner of his eye catches Y/n’s attention, his phone resting on the nightstand closest to him on the right, one new notification.

Moderate rain will start in 7 mins. expected to last 42 mins. For more information click…

Y/n glanced at the shuttered windows, envisioning the neon color of the city diluted in a muted gray hidden behind the fabric. The sound of the cool autumn rain against his warm skin seemed like a good idea. The dreary weather never failed to remind him of his hometown, it was something he always revered as deeply calming, no matter where he found himself staying. He felt he was coherent enough to make the short drive home if that meant he could go and watch the rain, he reckoned to himself. Skin slid slowly against cool satin sheets as he pulled himself up, further out of the bed on the verge of getting up, having come to the quick decision.

A different shift of the bed immediately lulled his head left, towards the sound.

A sea of long pink waves lay spread across gray sheets, adorn brighter under the red light draped closely over the dark room. Pale, white skin wrapped in cool, dark sheets rested his boyfriend Sanzu, Haruchiyo. A ghost of a smile drifted onto Y/n’s blank face as he regarded his boyfriend’s sleeping form. He was glad to see the other man peacefully asleep, still for once in his life. While he did like being around his boyfriend, it took a lot out of the already low energy Y/n to have been forcefully dragged over to Sanzu’s apartment after a full day at the offices. From overseeing his own club and solidifying business ideas on better relations with the West with Koko, to then being coerced after work to entertain his boyfriend by joining in on whatever he considered fun at the moment. To spend a rare afternoon free together.

He’s pretty when he shuts up though. Y/n’s eyes linger fondly over the exposed skin for a moment before he shifts further onto his right, peering lazily over the hardwood floor for any signs of where his shirt and pants went. Discarded amongst other haphazardly dropped items left sometime earlier by the pair.

A pale hand appeared wordlessly, wrapped around Y/n’s darker skin, desolate brown eyes followed the connected arm latched onto his smaller left wrist. Roaming north as they came to clash against a sleepy mix of blue. One that Y/n could never seem to find anywhere else but was reminded of whenever he saw a different shade of blue eyes, pretty, he would acknowledge. A tired smile mirrored the weary eyes that Y/n found himself momentarily lost in, "Just stay here a bit little longer." Sanzu entreated, a deep rumble filled thick with sleep, a hopeful siren call for the other male to stay.

Y/n hummed softly in agreement as he reeled himself into the embrace of other, the grip on his wrist gliding around to connect his waist as he settled in closer to the taller man, lying chest to chest. Y/n promptly tucked himself into the comforting warmth of his boyfriend’s side. He had thought Sanzu was fully asleep, originally not wanting to wake the pink-haired male. Y/n almost buzzed at the romantic like feeling from the close contact. Wanting desperately to push Sanzu away, despite wanting to curl around his boyfriend, leaving Y/n stuck as his body practically pulsed wave after wave, as if a ship lost at sea.

Was he actually feeling this many conflicting emotions or was it just the Xanax, drinks and handful of other shit the two took earlier? Nearly a year into the same behavior and habits, and Y/n still couldn’t bring himself to be fully open and vulnerable like Sanzu had somehow managed. Or to come up with a better excuse to himself at this point. For now he allowed himself to just enjoy the moment.

Arms wrapped tighter around his frame pulling him closer, diminishing any air and wandering thoughts between the two. A content hum was reciprocated from Sanzu when all movement settled. His heart thrummed gently against Y/n’s chest, compelling his to match the slow steady beat, grounding the dissociated man. Soft kisses feathered down the column of Y/n’s neck, intelligible whispers murmured promises into the sepia brown skin. The spice of leftover whiskey on Sanzu’s breath, swirled with a hint of weed that still clung to their hair, cocooned the pair in a warm sheltered embrace. A tender hand wandered, caressing his lower back. The show of silent affection made Y/n almost want to preen, content under the light touch, cutting through his mindless fog.

Lazily hands trailed along a long-mapped routine down Y/n’s spine, fingers paused their tried and true course to rub circles on plush hips. “Y/n… stay here with me~.” Sanzu slurred, his words sounding like a pleading child asking for just a little more time. Despite sharp blue eyes pleading for something else entirely, as they took in Y/n’s near naked appearance, drinking in every last visible inch of skin. “You’re supposed to be mine for the night.” A right hand palmed up the valley of Y/n’s spine, long fingers curled around the base of his neck, drawing Y/n into a long slow kiss. Lips slotted together, trading hushed air, the two moved in tandem with no rush, enjoying the intimacy.

Y/n followed forward indulging in the kiss, seeking more much needed attention and touch in his inebriated mind. Giving into his touch-starved desires, he decided to take some initiative. Hiking a boxer clad thigh to rest over Sanzu’s hip, almost possessively, further tangling the two even closer. “ ‘m yours… and you’re all mine.” Y/n breathed out into the shorter series of docile kisses, fervent brown eyes gazed lidded, just slightly above him.

A sharp grin pulled the diamond-like scars on both sides of Sanzu’s lips. More alert than he had been mere moments before, blue eyes now containing a darker intent. “You’re all mine too, know that don’tcha, pretty little thing?” He said lowly, fingers curling taunt in the roots of dense multi-colored locks of curly hair at the nape of Y/n’s neck, pulling him all that closer into the kiss, growing more eager. The grip on his thigh tightened, squeezing and massaging the well placed fat. Sanzu’s tongue swiped Y/n’s bottom lip, meeting no resistance as he plunged forward, drawing a quiet but pleased breath from Y/n at the show of dominance.

Spurred on with each passing second, hands kneaded tighter, rougher against Y/n’s skin, pressing the two together tighter, needing the intimacy. Words emphasized between heavy breaths, tongue moving hungrily, taking possession of the kiss. “If it were up to me… I would keep you here… looking all pretty for me… Keep you where only I can see you since you're all mine… Mine to touch… Mine to taste… Mine to play with… My pretty boy.” The pure want in Sanzu’s voice was enough to have Y/n’s head spin. The deep quality of his voice alongside the dark possessive words stole Y/n’s breath, stuttering in his throat, panting as he tried to nod along to the others' selfish claim. He loved it when Sanzu was a dominating force, always taking whatever he wanted without any hesitation, whether at work or at home.

The hand left Y/n’s hair to join the other at his thighs, dragging him the rest of the way on top of Sanzu, making his straddle the taller. A low groan was pulled from Sanzu when Y/n brushed against his swelling cock. Fingers slipping under the waistband of Y/n’s boxers to grip, toy, and knead with the flesh there too. Shrunken pupils unbridled with the leftover ecstasy that Sanzu hadn’t fully slept off, their breathing turned scattered in mutual excitement.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #male reader #tokyo rev smut #sanzu haruchiyo

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never4night · 6 months ago

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Break a Leg

Prologue (in-progress)

Part l 💭

Ghoul reader w/ stigma

Gen neutral reader

Open to love interest (Y/n will be in Vagastrom, we’re coming after Leo’s position as vc. Love him but he doesn’t deserve that kind of role with the type of person he’s been)

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“-and that will conclude our tour. I would like to apologize once more that the chancellor wasn’t able to participate today, it seems other pressing matters have come up demanding his attention.” Y/n’s eyes snapped down from the grandiose architecture to the voice settled lower to the ground than usual. Their eyes met a tired lilac, effectively snapping back to the present having been overwhelmed by the new environment.

“Ah- no, it’s alright. Honestly it’s just my kind of luck, I don't mind. I know it’s a big school so I can imagine how much work you all have- um, Professor Dante, right?” Y/n hesitated slightly, remembering names and faces after just one interaction was not something they were confident in, though the teacher was a bit more prominent than others.

A clear starless night sky started to fall overhead, students in the distance still milling about as the school day winded down.

“That is correct. While a large campus, we staff are still always available to our students.” An honest answer from a seemingly detached man. The response pulled a small smile from Y/n. “If you could follow me one last time back to the auditorium, the entrance ceremony will be beginning soon.”

“Right. Yeah, sure.” Y/n had almost forgotten about that, what kind of school schedules important events like this so late in the evening? Old schools and their weird traditions. They suppress a sigh and nod instead, following after the wheelchair bound man to wherever the auditorium was again.

The auditorium was veiled in shadowy candlelight. The seats began to fill with whispering students all wearing an assortment of colorful Darkwick uniforms unlike Y/n’s simple plain gray ones. Dante led the pair closer to seats near the sidelines of the stage, further away from the growing crowd and prying eyes.

“-ere you are! Where's the kudan?!” A shrill voice belonging to the Chancellor caught Y/n’s attention before they could fully settle. The blue haired kid calling after Professor Jekyll breezing through the aisles …or was it Hyde?

…

Yeah, Professor Hyde, mysterious, visibly impaired, scientist. Sounds about right.

Professor Dante, occupying an available space of the alley, let out a sigh shaking his head in disappointment. “Of course he forgot.” And with that, he as well as the white haired teacher disappeared behind the stage.

Y/n chuckled quietly to themselves. A Hyde and no Jekyll, a Dante seemingly on another quest towards peace and equilibrium, and the briefly acquainted Nicolas the alchemist/doctor.

Convenient that they had odd luck managing to get jobs that just fit their names so well, Y/n mused. Or maybe it was something else, like a work name or alias?

Y/n sighed to themselves, nerves from being alone in a new country for the schools program must be starting to get to the first-year student already.

The near eyes scrutinizing the obvious foreigner, whispers spreading further as they begin to notice Y/n.

Y/n matched the stares with a polite close eyed smile, first impression mattered they were often told, even if they really just wanted to cease existing in that exact moment of intense stares. Foreign students were obviously rare here, they concluded.

“Congratulations to all our new students!”

A single spotlight lit up the center of the stage, the circular light shinned on the chancellor, beaming and waving at the audience drawing the attention of all.

“With no further ado, let's begin the Weighing of Souls for the special admissions students! Could all the new ghouls please come up to the stage?”

#tokyo debunker #gender neutral reader

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