#Tokyo Revengers Drabble

[mitsuyeaah]

misdemeanour.

— ran haitani x f! reader

cw: nsfw (mdni), thigh riding, light bdsm (handcuffs), roleplaying (police officer!ran), mentions of alcohol use, pet names (princess)

a/n: inspired by that one ran photo that’s circulating right now. he’s so hot istg (*´꒳`*)

the loud bass of the music reverberated throughout the entire house, feeling every beat of it thumping inside your chest. you navigated through the dimly lit living room packed with sweaty intoxicated bodies, some of them moving against the music dressed in varieties of different costumes.

your friend, rindou, had hosted a costume party for his birthday. of course, as innocent as it sounded, the activities within the walls of his house were a complete contrast. It was wild to say the least. beer pong outside their lawn next to a keg stand, people doing shots at the kitchen island, couples making out somewhere private, people dancing in the living room, and more.

you were amongst the people doing some shots in the kitchen. your throat burned at the sensation of the hot liquid going down—tequila—, face scrunching at the bitter taste of the liquid poison. a round the kitchen island, there stood some of your close friends, rindou included.

there was one particular man that caught your eyes. The one standing right across you, dressed in a navy blue police officer uniform, topped with a police hat. his long two-toned hair were secured in two braids that cascaded down his chest. you noticed how the two of you seemed to always accidentally make eye contact amidst the chaos inside the kitchen. hisamethyst eyes lingering on yours a little too long before he looked elsewhere—you swore you could see a slight desperation in them. like he wanted something.

rindou had introduced the man earlier as his older brother, ran. he was indeed a gentleman, going even as far as extending his hand to shake your own.

throughout the entire time you were doing shots in the kitchen, you and ran had about more than 5 wordless exchanges through eye contact. you weren’t complaining though, he was very easy on the eyes but you just wished he approached you. “i’ll be right back! i need to go to the bathroom!” you yelled over the music, leaning over the table to let everyone know. “okay, you better hurry! we’re starting another round soon.” rindou yelled back.

you exchanged one last eye contact with ran, this time mustering up a small smile before leaving for the bathroom. you messily made your way to the bathroom, your head slightly spinning from the tequila shots. you managed to make it safely to the bathroom without tripping over anything or anyone by grabbing the walls for support.

after doing your business and washing your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed your appearance—noticing how the strap of your costume had slipped off your shoulder. if you were being honest, this devil costume you had on was half-assed. only because you didn’t bother buying a new one and instead wore the only costume you already had.

you cupped your cheeks and let out a sharp exhale, feeling the burning temperature of your skin due to the amount of alcohol in your system.

you closed the bathroom door behind you but before you could even take a step, you found yourself trapped between the door and the man you’ve been eyeing all night, ran. the back of your head rubbed against the cool surface of the door as you craned your neck to look up at the tall man.

he was indeed more beautiful up close. little specks of dark purple scattered around his lavender irises. his soft pink lips looking a little too tempting. “o-oh! sorry! did you need to use the bathroom?” your breathing became uneven as you held his gaze, waiting for his answer.

he gave you a saccharine smile as he let out a soft hum that only you could hear. ran shook his head ‘no’ and leaned in closer to your ear. his scent engulfed your nose, it was sweet yet musky, just how you liked it. “you’re under arrest for a misdemeanour for being too fucking hot..”

your breath hitched. you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks as his hot breath ghosted over the side of your neck, causing goosebumps. “wha—” “nuh uh.. place your hands in front of you like this.” ran jutted his hands out between you two, both his hands securely intertwined with one another.

doing so, ran skilfully secured your wrists together using the metal cuffs that hung from his belt loop. you slightly shivered at the cool sensation of it against your burning skin. before you could do anything, ran hooked a thumb on the chain that connected the cuffs and tugged your wrists above your head.

your hands were now bound over your head, resting against the door behind you. with one hand securely locking your hands above you, his free hand grabbed the baton, the tip of it resting below your chin to jut your face upwards.

“you think you can just walk around my house looking this delicious?”

you rubbed your thighs against one another, yearning for some kind of friction as you looked into his eyes. the desperation in his amethyst eyes mirrored your own.

ran noticed this and clicked his tongue. he swiftly pushed your feet apart to spread your legs and tucked his knee right at the apex of it, just where you wanted him. your breathing became erratic, your head spun at his strong scent, and you were wet.

how embarrassing, he hasn’t even done anything to you yet.

“sorry..” that was all you could mutter. at this point, your mind was going absolutely crazy, you partially blamed the alcohol for it. ran clicked his tongue once again, “you’re going to have to do better than that.. princess.��� his lips ghosted over the side of your neck, tongue casually darting out to give a few kitten licks here and there.

you let out a shaky moan, not caring if the two of you got caught. no one probably even cared, they were all too wasted to do so.

ran chuckled against your soft skin, this time his lips fully making contact with it—brazenly sucking and licking at it, pulling more sounds from you. he absolutely loved how you responded to his mouth. a loud whine escaped your lips as he started grinding his knee against your clothed clit, skilfully moving it to increase your pleasure.

“oh fuck! aah—ran!”

you couldn’t help but move your hips against his leg. you wanted more. ran chucked his baton away and opted for using his hand to hold your chin up—his lips trailing wet, hot kisses toward your own. you almost melted right then and there at the sensation of his soft lips against yours, moaning at how desperately it moved.

ran didn’t shy from shoving his tongue in your mouth and moaning against it. fuck, it was filthy but it was so hot.

your knees buckled at this, a funny feeling running up your legs as ran keenly explored your mouth. good thing his leg was somewhat supporting you, if not, you were sure you would’ve fell to the floor.

everything was a haze. your mind spun, heart racing, ears muffling out the loud music, you were only focused on one person. ran haitani. as if reading your mind, ran finally let go of your wrists, the burning sensation in your arms dissipating as you dropped them back down. although, they were still bound together due to the handcuffs.

you grabbed onto the collar of his costume to keep yourself grounded, gripping the fabric in your hands until your knuckles turned white. ran pulled away to catch his breath, chuckling breathlessly at the way you craned your neck forward, chasing the presence of his lips.

“mmm, be a good girl and keep fucking yourself on my leg, princess.” ran groaned, cupping your warm cheeks to meet your gaze. you looked up at him as your eyes brimmed with tears, brows furrowed in pleasure as your clit rubbed against the fabric of your panties.

you desperately rut your hips, chasing the high that seemed impossible to obtain. “ngh! ran please..” you buried your face on his chest, whining. it was unsatisfying. every time you thought you were close, the pleasure suddenly disappeared and you had to start from the bottom again. it was your first time riding someone’s thigh and it frustrated you that you couldn’t reach your high.

“should i help my princess out?” he raised a brow, placing both his hands on your hips. ran bounced his leg and grounded your hips on his thigh, guiding it back and forth. you moaned against his chest at the sensation. the pleasure you felt from this was much greater, your clothed clit deliciously rubbing against his leg.

your whole body was slumped against ran. limp, helpless and at his very mercy. you weren’t even moving your hips anymore, ran took full control of it’s movement. he rested his chin at the top of your head, hands still carefully guiding your hips against his bouncing leg. “ngh—ah! shit..” tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as you shut your eyes closed.

you were so fucking close.

“that’s it, princess. you can do it..” you panted heavily as your sweaty forehead rested on his collarbone. you could feel the familiar bubbling at the pit of your stomach and the way ever single muscle in your body tightened.

ran noticed the change in your breathing, frequent short whines that ended in a small moan escaped your lips. “fuck, look at me when you cum.” with the energy left in your body, you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him through your lashes—tears obstructing your view.

he cursed under his breath and brought a hand up, cupping your cheek and shoving his thumb in your mouth. you didn’t need to be instructed what to do, you swirled your tongue around his slender digit. moaning against the finger and you desperately sucked on it.

“such a naughty girl.. why don’t you cum for me? hm?”

you absentmindedly nodded at his command, your face contorting in pleasure as the knot inside your stomach finally snapped. ran removed his finger from your mouth and sealed the distance between the two of you, swallowing your moans.

your muscles stiffened and your eyes rolled back as you came, your fingers becoming sore form gripping at ran’s collar. ran didn’t stop moving your hips against his bouncing leg to ride out your orgasm.

fuck, you melted like wax against him. it was too good. ran shamelessly moaned into your mouth, mirroring the way you did to his own. several tears rolled down your cheeks as your cunt quivered in pleasure. you pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath, your panties soaked and uncomfortably stuck to you.

“fuck..” you panted

“mhm, don’t think i’m done with you yet, princess. let’s go take some shots for now.” he kissed your forehead and untucked his leg from underneath you, earning a slight whine from you.

“careful, princess, you might get charged more than a misdemeanour. the punishment is much more severe.” he leaned into your ear and kissed at the sensitive spot just below it before heading over to the kitchen.

© mitsuyeaah

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

TR Men: Spanking them 18+ Ft: Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Ran, Chifuyu, Smiley, Wakasa, and Rindou TW: ass slapping, suggestive language, and themes. Resident: @enchantedforest-network A/N: Am I the only one that wants to spank their asses?!?! Nah I know there are a few that would love to give them a nice spank. Maybe they would give you one in return teehee~.

Wakasa

Minding his own business the man who owns the gym has some strong cheeks.. buns of steel to be exact. Just one good swat on the butt that was all he was fine with the first time it happened but as it happened throughout the day it became a bit annoying to him. It didn’t sting or hurt him; he just let you play on till the gym became empty. As you were helping him put the equipment up. Swiftly coming from behind without even using all his strength, hand opening widening his fingers making direct contact with your ass. It made you yelp, feeling the stinging warm sensation on your ass cheek. “One spank was okay, two was pushing, three you were gonna get one in return babe,” he spoke so smoothly he had a slight stinging sensation in his hand. “But I do love the sound of my hand making contact with your ass... Even sounds better without the leggings.”

Chifuyu

Chifuyu was checking inventory in the pet shop when you passed by. He didn’t think anything until he felt your hand make contact with his ass. He looked up from his clipboard and looked at you as you casually went to grab something on the other side of the stock room. Turning around seeing the smile on your face caused him to slightly blush. “Must you keep doing that?” bashfully said as you got closer he turned around making sure you were doing it again. You had told him in the past he just has a smackable ass. Making sure when you left he was able to finish work. He was constantly having his eye on you during the whole day. You would know when his guard was down not paying attention to anyone. When he would least expect it he would feel another spank.

Hanma

He doesn’t mind it, he treats it almost like a game throughout the day. Who can get the most ass slaps? “Oh come on babe just admit you're gonna lose again today.” He cockily spoke. You refused to let him win this round. It was going to be your day. It was a back-and-forth as the day went on. He would get one and you would get one but with his wide range and agility, he managed to maneuver having you miss his ass. Thinking he secured his win for the day his arms wrapped around you. “Told ya I would win again.” flashing a grin down at you.  You had a bit of a pout on your face, not wanting to admit your defeat to his gloating face. But this would be a perfect opportunity to get one nice one on his ass. When you spanked his ass he didn’t flinch he just laughed “damn babe with this close range you think your smacks would be a bit more harder.” he spoke in a taunting voice before his hands laid a good smack on yours. 

Rindou

The man was working out. He was in his own zone having his headphones on and listening to music while he was doing his weightlifting. The man had some fitting shorts on when he would bend down and grab a weight you could see his glutes nice against his shorts. You weren't even working out, it never occurred to you to give his butt a little swat before. You had to wait for the right time. Once he dropped one of his weights and before went to pick another one up you would have an opportunity. Counting his reps as he was getting closer to almost his set. Rindou thought you were going to get some weights that were next to him. He bent over getting ready to grab a heavier one but he stopped as soon as he felt something smack on his ass. He got up quickly looking at you pulling down his headphones “What the hell was that for ?!” he looked at you with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.  He didn’t know how to react to that for a moment.

Ran

“Oh, kinky are we?” Ran spoke in a playful tone. Of course, your ass taps were more of getting his attention. It signaled him to give you his full undivided attention. His mesmerizing eyes fixated on you, and his hands were in his pockets. The sound of his footsteps coming closer as there was no gap between you both. His hand snaking around your waist, his hand relaxing against your ass. “You have my full undivided attention, my dear. What is it that you desire?”  you felt the firm squeeze of his hand grasping onto your ass. You felt yourself becoming more pressed against him. “I’m waiting.” he cooed softly as you brought his head closer to yours. 

Taiju

You were having a brat moment and he was your tamer every single time. But being more bratty than usual when he told you he was going to throw you over his shoulder he meant it. Your abdomen was on his shoulder as he began walking with you. You insisted he put you down, you were moving around a lot. You felt a spank on your ass from him “Stop it now.” He spoke in a stern tone. You puffed your cheeks out. Looking down at his backside, your arms were able to give him a taste of his own medicine. You thought you slapped some type of stone... It hurt you more than it hurt him. Just when you felt the sting in your hand you felt another slap on your ass. “Knock it off already. You must like when I tap your ass like that you keep acting bratty more when I do it. ”

Draken 

You were only able to spank him one time. It only took one time for him to notice when you were trying to spank him again.“What has gotten into you about wanting to slap my ass?” he caught your hand before it made contact with his ass. He didn't let go of your hand. He waited for a response from you. When finally coming clean about the reason why it was to prove Mikey you were able to spank his ass instead of him always spanking you. He looked across the room to see Mikey with a smirk. Draken closes his eyes for a moment and sighs “You need to stop trying to prove things to him. He is not the one who is going to have to deal with me later on tonight, it's you.” 

Smiley

It's an open field day when you spank his ass. He is the one who always loves giving you a nice spank then grabs a handful of your ass. So it would take him a moment to process when he feels the small tap on his ass. Then question himself ‘Did they just do that?’  when he makes eye contact with you a devilish grin appears. Now he is hunting you down like a predator with his prey. “Ohhhh you wanna play. Let’s play.” the chuckled company by the grin. He is chasing you around the house wanting to leave a nice handprint on your supple bottom. Nahoa would finally catch you and just the spanking on your ass would turn him on leading to another event that will make you not want to get up in the morning.

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[todoroki-waifu]

Shinichiro had a small party at his place, wanting to end the work week with his friends. He had suggested a drinking game a couple hours into the hangout, a deck of cards spread out in the middle of the table. When it was Shinichiro's turn, he selected a random card, flipping it over to see what action was next. He puts it down and ponders momentarily. 

He chose the Never Have I Ever game. 

What has he never done that others have?

"Never have I ever gone on a date." He states and watches his circle of friends make a noise as they lift up their beverages to their mouths. Before your cup touches your lips, you give the older Sano brother a baffled stare.

"Wait, what? There's no way." 

"It's true! I've never gone on a date."

"Yeah, he's not lying." A snicker is heard from Takeomi. 

"Yep."

"Twenty failed attempts." Wakasa and Benkei chime in.

"Oh c'mon, was that necessary?" 

"Twenty?" You question.

"It's how many times he got rejected." One of them answers as you stare at Shinichiro in disbelief. He laughs off his embarrassment as his hand scratches the back of his neck. 

"Well, I'd go on a date with you." You said easily before drinking from your red solo cup.

"H-huh?! Really? Like right now?" Takeomi, Wakasa, and Benkei gesture to one another, silently slipping away.

"It's two in the morning." You giggle at his suggestion to go out at an odd hour.

"Oh, right...tomorrow at 5pm then?"

"Tomorrow sounds great." Your lips stretch from ear to ear as you rest your cheek on your palm making Shinichiro's heart swoon. He's so happy that you're his first date and hopes you'll be his last because if everything goes well, he'll take you out as many times as he can.

[haithamuse]

☆ HEADPATS ─── FT. RINDOU HAITANI

cw. sfw : lots of fluff : 0.4k wc

“What are you doing?” Rindou raised his eyebrow at you as your hand sifted through his hair.

“What does it look like?”, you retorted while twirling one of his locks around your finger.

“Harassment”, the man huffed at you, and yet he made no move to remove your hand from his hair. Instead he pulled the driver’s door shut and put the key into the ignition. “If I knew that you were this annoying, I wouldn’t have agreed to pick you up.”

“Aww, come on”, you pouted. “Your hair is so soft, it would be a shame to not give you any headpats.” Rindou just turned his head away from you and shuffled slightly, doing his damn best to put on an annoyed expression.

He didn't particularly put a lot of attention towards his hair, unlike his brother. It never crossed his mind why it was so appealing to pat someone’s head and play with their hair - he simply didn’t care about it.

But now that your hand weaved through his blue and blonde locks he thinks he might be more inclined to understand it, not that he would ever admit that though. “I don’t know what your big deal is, it’s just hair”, he gritted through his teeth. He could deny it as much as he wanted to, but the slight blush on his face still betrayed him.

Your hand stopped and retraced from his head and if you listened closely, you could hear the faint whine from Rindou as you did so. “Oh, is that so?”, you giggled and poked his pink-dusted cheeks in response.

Your partner just groaned, “Shut up”. He shook his head as if it would get rid of the heat on his face, but much to his dismay it just grew warmer and warmer. As his last resort to hold onto his dignity, Rindou lowered his head on the steering wheel and buried his face in his arms. “You’re so annoying, it’s stressing me out.”

And if it wasn’t already bad enough, your gleeful laughter didn’t make it any better for him. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop”, you promised and raised your hands in defeat, finally leaning back in the passenger’s seat. Rindou shifted his head and peaked one eye open to squint it at you. With a deep sigh, he sat up straight again and started the car.

Maybe you should give him headpats more often in the future.

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High School Makeout Session ~ *Wakasa Imaushi*

Summary: You have a prank for Wakasa and you think it's a good one! However, he thinks you're going to splash him with water or put a spider in his hair or something... which is not going to happen at all!

Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 876

Warning: sexual innuendos, a spider joke

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

“Alright close your eyes and don’t move.”

Wakasa looked at you skeptically. “What are you playing at?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just trust me. It’s nothing bad!”

“That’s what you said last time and then you dumped a bucket of ice water on me.” He shot back. “I am not falling for this again.”

“C’mon Wakasa! Please? I promise I won’t trick you!” You made an X over your heart as you added, “I cross my heart and everything! Trust me just this once, please?”

With a growl, he closed his eyes tight. “I can’t believe I’m trusting you again. If you dump another bucket of ice water on me again, I will personally end you. And then I’ll have Shinichiro hide your body, or something. And if you did something worse, like, out a spider in my hair, I’d make Mikey hunt you for sport!”

“You’d really have your dumb friend hide my body, when we both know he could forget where he put it? Or you’d have his little obnoxious brother kill me when you can do it yourself? Yeah, that sounds like your greatest plan ever.” You rolled your eyes. While you knew he could kill you with one punch, you thought he was going a little overboard for one little prank. Besides, why would he drag Mikey into this? He had his own things to worry about.

“Yes, I would! What kind of maniac puts a spider in someone’s hair?” One of his eyes shot open. “Oh my God. You were actually going to put a spider in my hair…”

“I WAS NOT GOING TO PUT A SPIDER IN YOUR HAIR!” You hollered. “I had something much nicer in store for you, but now I’m not sure I want to give it to you anymore. You’re accusing me of doing horrible, heinous things and you’re threatening to kill me. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. You might order a hit on me no matter what I do for you.”

He sighed dramatically before closing his eyes again. “Fine, just do it. Whatever you were going to do, get it over with already. Then we’ll see if I have to call Mikey-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed a kiss to his lips. Wakasa responded immediately, deeping it for only a brief second before you pulled away. He was about to start whining again when you kissed his cheek. And then his other cheek and his forehead. You peppered him in kisses, making sure every inch of his face was kissed.

When you finished, you went back to his lips and let him kiss you just as deeply as he wanted to earlier. After all the kisses you gave him, he was quick to return the favor. Kissing your cheeks and nose, he went back to attacking your lips with his. You hummed against his lips as he pulled you close by wrapping his arms around your waist. You then gasped as he nipped at your bottom lip, which allowed his tongue into your mouth. Now the two of you were full on making out.

If you didn’t know any better you would have guessed he was thinking this was better than a spider in his hair.

As the two of you continued making out, you let your hands slip up his shirt. Shivering at your contact, Wakasa let his thumbs slip under the waistband of your pants and rub circles on your hips. You gasped again, making him smile into the kiss, which was becoming more and more sensual. If the two of you didn’t stop soon, you were going to take this high school makeout session one step further…

“EW! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” Shinichiro shouted, causing you to jump back so far, you fell off the couch you were sitting on.

“Ow.” You winced, rubbing your butt.

Shinichro just groaned. “Serves you right for sucking your boyfriend’s face in public.”

“WE’RE AT THE BIKE SHOP!”

“A PUBLIC SPACE IN THE SHOP!” He shot back. 

Wakasa snickered. “Not really. It’s the back garage. Only employees and their booty calls get to see this part of the shop.”

You shot a furious glare at your boyfriend. “You did NOT just call me a booty call!”

“I- oh c’mon baby!” He whined, pulling you back on his lap. “You know you mean more to me than that.”

“I better.” You smirked and pecked his nose.

Shinichiro made a strangled sound before he said, “Now I have to go bleach my eyes. Be glad Mikey didn’t see that. He would have been traumatized!”

“He’s not a kid, Shin!” Wakasa shot back, hugging you tight.

Shinichiro just rolled his eyes before leaving the back garage. You glanced at your boyfriend before sighing and nuzzling closer to his chest. “I’m fine if we just stay like this forever. This is nice.”

“Well I’m not.” He muttered before throwing you over his shoulder. “We are going to restart that cheesy high school movie makeout session in my room, where no one is allowed in until I’m done with you.”

“Better make it worth my time, pretty boy. Especially since you called me a booty call.”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT I SWEAR!”

[mornwrites]

mikey, who has an oral fixation and sucks lightly on his partner’s fingers. it isn’t sexual, but rather a somewhat comforting thing that he does. he’s cuddling his partner and he’d been stressed all day, brows furrowed tightly together as he handled gang business. once he’s in his partner’s arms, however, he somehow finds two of his partner’s fingers in his mouth. he’s gentle with how he does it, careful not to bite down on their flesh while his body visibly relaxes and the tension leaves his face. it doesn’t take longer than a couple more minutes for him to drift off to sleep, small amounts of drool seeping from his parted lips.

[h8ani]

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.

~~~

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.

[bxd-decisions]

Baji loves to throw rocks at your window — it's normal the middle of the night and when you finally decide to answer, he makes you sneak out, even in your pajamas, for a nice long ride. He even gives you his toman jacket to keep you warm because he knows it's cold. Expect to spend long nights in an abandoned warehouse, cuddled up in his arms and him telling you how much you mean to him. He loves to kiss you too, his kisses are like... Honey. Sweet, irresistible and addictive.

Baji also sometimes drags you alone to toman meetings, just because he loves to show you off, and more than once, the guy has made out with you during a meeting because he just can't resist. He wants everyone to know who you belong to.

Some nights you both just spend, in each other's arms, even if it's not comfortable, in the old and dusty building, but it's comfortable with him, he always makes things perfect. The next days never matter to you, no matter how much trouble you'd be in for sneaking out.

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @benkeibear @bajiissofine @tokyorevengersslut69

[kumachii]

[21:45]

✎ pairing. keisuke baji × fem!reader [no use of y/n]

✎ warnings. swearing, light mention of fighting, blood, surgeries, etc.

✎ notes. takes place right after the august 3rd battle. i was working on an original character when this came into existence. didn't know how an oc would be received so went with the safer choice (・３・) she is called 'ruri' in my head but feel free to imagine your oc/self. luv ya!

It wasn't uncommon for her to dwindle in front of the apartment complex. Or, it wasn't while daylight still graced the streets of Shibuya. At night though, everything became eerily quiet and — be it her so-called masochistic delight of devouring horror movies knowing she could kiss sleep goodbye — every squeak or flickering shadow concocted wild imaginations in her brain.

The swing went back and forth, the rustic joints creaking and clanging. Her feet kicked up dirt, formerly white converses now painted yellow. She checked her wristwatch once again, sighing as another minute ticked by. Still no him.

An old tin box sloppily painted white sat on the seat next to hers, a red cross marked on it to designate its purpose. She couldn't possibly not get ticked off. He was supposed to be there a whole hour ago.

Even then, the worry outweighed ire. Every faint click of the watch's hands added another knot to her wrenching gut. How she wished he would just stop getting into these stupid skirmishes. Stop picking fights at the slightest inconvenience. Stop getting bloodied up all the damn time even if he did emerge victorious.

But normal was just not his style.

No, Baji was loud, wild and somewhere crossed between self assured and entirely too overconfident. Because she'd tell anyone like she told him a million times, one day he would get into a battle he couldn't win. And he would reassure her with a pointy grin, that notion was apparently impossible.

Perhaps it was that rambunctious outlook that both knew was dangerously naive, mixed with limitless loyalty that drove her mad.

And if he was relentlessly capable of anything, it was keeping his word. To his mother who was his greatest hero, to his friends that he adored more than anything and even to outsiders living in his neighborhood who he'd help around without uttering a word — in their eyes he could do no wrong. So, if being the orbit on which all the people in his life functioned kept him from fulfilling just one promise, one made to her, could she really be mad?

The generous rumble of an exhaust stirred her from her thoughts. She had been staring at the one stray cat who frequented the torn down park ad much as they did. The bike stopped at the sidewalk, a little ways away under the streetlight as the engine died down.

"Hey, little guy", Baji greeted the before he acknowledged her. Of course he did. Rolling her eyes, she kicked the ground once again, refusing to acknowledge him or the bruising wound on his somewhat pleasant face.

But her momentary resolve shattered when the cat purred, rubbing its face into the brunette's hand as if she didn't spend the entirety of her pocket money buying treats for him. Glaring at the feline, she cleared her throat in a manner demanding attention.

"Hey", Baji flashed her a lopsided smile, bit exaggerated but genuine. Then there was something else, too — forced down exhaustion evident in his dilated pupils.

She deadpanned at his lacking response. "Hey? It's what...", she made a display of eyeing her wrist, "Almost ten at night. You said you'd be here at an hour tops and all you can say is 'hey'?"

Without waiting for a retort, one that was bound to come, she plucked the first aid kit from the swing, retrieving a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a packet of cotton swabs. She was almost running out from the times she'd cleaned his wounds that month alone.

"In my defense, I was going to make it on time but then Draken decided he wasn't havin it and got himself landed in the E.R. Fuck, you should've seen the paramedics, they were running around like headless chickens trying to stop the bleeding from a stab", he gruffed out.

When he did speak though, she almost tripped over her own feet.

At that moment, whether her blown wide eyes were comical or not, she hadn't the time to ponder. "I— What...", words failed her, coming out in incompressible jumbles. "He got stabbed?! Is he okay?"

"Out of danger", Baji revealed with a huff and her heart finally allowed blood to return to her entire body.

He didn’t explain any further, neither did she probe. It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with the people he called friends. She knew them quite well, the upper echelon of Toman. If anything, the daunting yet kind and sensible boy that was Draken seemed the least likely to end up at the hospital besides perhaps Mitsuya.

She had known Baji for a long time, since they were in kindergarten. And even if memories were a bit blurry from back then, she knew the ceaseless ball of energy that he was, needed some form of outlet. It was at age five he settled on karate which later became his greatest strength behind creating a gang. That also meant she knew about the still juvenile group since it's founding days. And led by these ambitious boys, they were not the bunch who picked fights that ended in bloodbath or fatalities.

Not without a reason far too complicated than just plain fistfight.

With her heart racing still, she worked on his scrapes silently, the furball they'd mutually adopted as their child rubbing up on her left leg.

Her mind was running a mile per minute, still trying to process the little of information revealed to her. He insisted on not telling any more than necessary so as to keep her away from his business and consequently the multitude of people having some vendetta against him.

Thinking back now, she cringed at her earlier display of complete insensitivity. Even without asking first she had jumped to conclusions. Her biggest flaw, though one of many.

"There you go. Don't put soap on them for at least a day. You'll end up agitating the gashes."

With a lump of white hot guilt and — she supposed that's what it was — fear of several what-ifs rattling inside her head, she finally stepped away from standing between his parted legs where he sat on the swing, hands dropping from having tilted his face upwards.

God, what a moron, she thought to herself. Here she was lamenting her rotten fate of getting stood up while he was there in a fight that had equal chances of turning south in anyone's case, sitting through one of his close friend's surgery while said friend grazed death's door.

Caught up in her mental berating, she missed him calling out her name, the syllables hanging in the quiet summer night. It wasn't until he had grasped both her wrists, tugging her closer until she resumed her spot — pressed against him and almost unbearably close. All it took was his lips pressing again her opened palms with all the gentleness he could muster, the smell of chemical making his nose scrunch up, for her to run blank.

"What'cha thinking?" His question was paired with a low hum.

Any other day and she would've lost it, scrambling to mask her reddening face. But not that day. And while her doubts often became her most formidable enemy, she couldn't help acknowledge the reality to them.

She had been bitching about the missed opportunity of wearing a pretty yukata to the festival, having stayed back in school to finish her tutoring. And he was out god knew where, constantly putting himself in situations that now even had the possibility of death, it seemed.

That was where their lives diverged. Because at the end of the day, his unrestrained freedom did not apply to her mundane life. He belonged in loud ruckus, thriving off of chaos and she? She was more than fine with the serenity of daily life as it was, home to school and back. In a sense, she had always known that. But now as they grew older, the fault between them also stretched on.

Sooner or later, they'd stray too far. And while he had the firm belief that they would get back together like usual, she had her doubts.

Uncertainty had never been a friend, but always an unwilling companion. In a world where they were still too young, too inexperienced about real life, what would they even become? Years from now, where would they be? For someone who hadn't known life without Baji Keisuke, what would she do if he ever stopped being that one constant she could always rely on?

"I'm... sorry", she settled on that, a pathetic attempt to get the raging storm of emotions flitting past her across.

His brows furrowed slightly and that was the last thing she noticed before the glassy filter of tears veiled her gaze. She felt his arms wrapping around her waist. This time she melted into the embrace, gripping his shoulders tight as if it were the last link tethering her to the universe as she knew it.

It was exactly that, though, wasn't it?

"Let's just stay like this for a while", came his muffled voice, face pressed against her uniform blazer.

He didn't mention his increasingly dampening shoulder. She didn’t bring up the angry red surrounding his eyes.

For now, this was okay. Not perfect but as long as they were there in the present, it didn't have be ideal. Maybe they could delude themselves into believing this false consistency for a little while longer.

[mitsuyeaah]

late nights, heavy weights.

— rindou haitani

cw: gym bro!rindou, fluff, shy reader, rindou being a supportive & flirty gym bro, gym jargon. spotting: when a person assists the weightlifter to make sure they do the exercise in a safe manner without any injuries. <3

a/n: i was at the gym earlier and i got this idea. have not written for mr rindou haitani in a while sooo here he is!

it was one o’clock in the morning, the cool air of the early morning engulfed your body as you made your way to the entrance of the gym—the door beeping as you placed your key tag against the reader. walking in, you were met with the quiet gym music playing in the background. the gym was mostly empty; no staff in sight, and maybe one or two people working out and minding their business.

you liked working out around this time to avoid the after work rush hour, plus, you could go on at your own pace with no one waiting on you to use the equipment next. after stretching your body, you headed to the open squat rack, ready to hit legs for today.

your workout was going well so far, you were able to steadily squat heavier weights while maintaining a good form and a straight bar path. you wanted to opt for a lifting belt after placing another plate on the barbell but noticed that you must’ve forgotten it back at home. mentally cursing yourself, you looked around around the almost empty gym to see if anyone had a spare belt you could borrow.

one woman was on the treadmill—no luck with that—while a man was on a weightlifting platform, doing deadlifts. his two toned hair was tied in a low ponytail, hues of blonde and baby blue securely wrapped in a hair tie. the man sported a black muscle tee and shorts but what caught your eye was his unused lifting belt on the floor next to his belongings.

mustering up the courage, you waltzed your way over to the man and gently tapped his exposed arm. damn, he had muscles. he turned around and took an earbud out, “yeah?” his chest heaved up and down from the exercise he was doing, sweat dripping down his temples while stray hair stuck to his skin. you smiled at him, “um, if you don’t mind.. can i borrow your belt for a sec? i’m just on my last set of squats and i forgot mine at home.”

the man nodded, making a gesture to you that it was okay to use his belt. you quickly thanked him but before you decided to head back to the squat rack, he introduced himself as rindou, and you introduced yourself as well. warmth bloomed in your chest at a possible new found friend at the gym.

it was pretty hard to make friends at the gym since everyone was caught up in their own little world, you didn’t really mind it but you just wished you had some friends at the gym.

“oh, uh, i know this is probably asking for a lot.. but would you be okay spotting me? i totally get it if you’re busy!” you asked rindou, suddenly feeling embarrassed at the sudden question.

but, your embarrassment quickly faded away as he nodded, saying that he just finished his last set of deadlifts and could spare you a little time.

securely wrapping the belt around your waist, you positioned yourself against the bar, taking a deep inhale. “i’m going to place my hands here, okay?” rindou came close behind you, his muscled chest near your back. he was polite. usually when other people spotted you for squats, they wouldn’t even ask you if you were okay with their hands being so close to your chest.

you nodded, making eye contact with him through the mirror. rindou’s hands made its way just underneath your chest where your ribs ended. you felt warmth creeping up your cheeks and to your ears while he did that, internally panicking that someone as handsome as him was kind enough to spot you.

“ready when you are.” you felt his hot breath fan over your nape but you shrugged it away and nodded at him through the mirror again.

lifting the bar off the rack, rindou’s hands gripped your torso tighter to steady you from the weight of the bar and the plates. you sucked in a deep breath before lowering yourself into a squat and powering up into a standing position. rindou moved with you, squatting down as well to assist the whole motion of the exercise—throughout the whole set, he showered you with encouragement and praises which helped get you through the exercise.

“alright, last one. up!” you braced yourself for the final lift, feeling his hands tighten around you, trying to lift you back up.

after successfully executing the whole set, rindou casually reached his arm around to your front to snap the lifting belt off so you could breathe properly. the act surprised you but it also made your stomach practically do somersaults.

“wow, you did so good! feels like you didn’t even need me there. you did it like a champ!” you shied away from his constant praises, shaking your head and waving your hands to deny it.

“no, no! you definitely helped a lot, rindou. thank you kindly spotting me.. and for that belt release.” you bit your lip after saying the last few words. you swore your heart raced faster but you blamed it on the pre-workout, no way the man you just met was already making you melt. rindou raised a brow, the corner of his lip tugging up, “yeah? i can gladly do it again for you after your sets. just ask me.”

your jaw almost dropped at that. you felt your knees almost buckle at his response, not expecting the man to be so casual and brazen about it. rindou blamed it on his pre-workout for being this bold; he usually wouldn’t even go as far as to make conversation but with you, it just came out naturally.

“i mean.. as long as you don’t mind, i guess.” you let out a small chuckle, trying to hide the fact that you were absolutely losing your mind. rindou was definitely trying to woo you and you had no complaints about it whatsoever.

rindou mirrored your chuckle, “i’m very glad we’re on the same page here. it looks like there is something else to look forward to when i go to the gym, huh.”

you blinked at him, not knowing how to respond at his advances. rindou thought you were cute trying to wrack your brain for a response, the way your lips parted but no words came out.

“..i-i guess so.. um, thank you for letting me use your belt!” you awkwardly removed the lifting belt from around your waist and handed it over to him. he chuckled at your awkwardness but nonetheless, taking his belt back.

“guess i’ll see you around then? call me over if you need anymore help with any of your exercises.. or other things, doesn’t have to be gym related.” you smiled at him, shyly rubbing your nape. “i definitely will.. for both of those reasons.”

the two of you exchanged a few more words before going to your respective workout stations. a wide smile plastered on both your’s and rindou’s faces as you two resumed your workouts.

you had one more reason as to why you loved working out very early in the morning—it started with the letter ‘r’ and hopefully ended in something much more.

© mitsuyeaah

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 3 Ft: Taiju Shiba, Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Ken Ryuguji (Draken) and Manjiro Sano (Mikey) WC: 1200+(unedited) Resident @enchantedforest-networkPart 1 Part2 A/N: Hello babes! Part 3 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Taiju 

This vacation was something big for both of you since you haven’t taken a vacation in so long since Taiju was a working machine. Traveling outside of Tokyo to a familiar country you once grew up in. It was a bit busier due to the holidays and something Taiju wanted to do was see how mas was performed at the church you grew up going to. Arriving in the small church there were very few people in the church. The first thing he did was walk to the cross and pay his respects. Both of you kneel down in front of the large cross. Bowing your head, closing your eyes. Before you could pray Taiju did first “en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del espíritu santo amén (in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit amen). 

Your eyes open and get a side glance at him in your mind ‘That was hot… I’m going to hell I know I am. He just did a prayer and it turned me on.' Taijus' eyes opened as he looked at you, who had a noticeable blush on your cheeks. As you both took a seat on the empty benches. You began to think he picked up on that phrase pretty quickly “Tai have you been practicing?” you quietly spoke.

“I have… why did i not say something right?” he looked ahead at the cross in front of him as he asked the question. “No, it was good.. Like really really good.” your voice had a bit of excitement. Just by your response, he knew exactly what you were thinking. He wanted to say something but being in the house of god he couldn’t say it out of respect. He simply replied, “Mi pedacito de cielo (my little piece of heaven.)” he smirked, giving you a side glance knowing that there should be no sins were going to be committed until you both arrived back to your hotel room. 

Nahoya

“I don't think it's fair you won't tell me how to say it.” he grinned his head resting on your shoulder, his hands snaking around your waist. “If you love me you would tell me.”

“Don’t use that against me! You know I love you but every time I give you a phrase you use it on someone and it causes a fight when you explain to them what the meaning is. You just like starting problems…..tóxico.” “It makes you a tóxica for teaching me it then huh?” He laughed “Come on, if I can't get it from you I’m gonna ask Souya because he has been learning.” “Excuse you!? I'm not a tóxica!”  you pouted, becoming undone from his hold “Because you called me that you aren’t going to know.” crossing your arms and walking away. “Awwww comes on you know I'm kidding mi corazon, mi vida, mi alma.” he grabbed your hand bringing your back to him. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Can you tell me por favor?” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. You knew you were going to regret the decision you were going to make right now  “Pinche Payaso.(fucking clown)” “You are the best you know that babe!” planting a kiss on your lip. "Now I can't wait to use it on some and say Oi pinch payaso!" “Yeah yeah tóxico.” you rolled your eyes once more leaning into the kiss, your arms wrapping around him. “Don’t come back here when you need to beg bandaged up.”

Izana 

“Mi Reina como estas?” the sweet smile on his lips he reached for your hand and he planted a kiss on the back of it. 

“I'm good,” you blushed softly your eyes connecting with his purple orbs. You seriously know how to take a girl's breath away, Mi Rey.” Teaching Izana he was really attentive when learning from you. He loved practicing how to pronounce the words correctly. Noticing when he got a word pronounced correctly he could see the proud look on your face. He insisted that you call him Mi Rey instead of my king. He felt it was more special in his eyes and loved how you spoke to him in spanish. “Well seeing the prettiest girl in the world I can help it plus she is all mine which makes me the luckiest guy in the world.” he brushed the strands away from your face. His hands cradling your face “Tienes que saber que haría cualquier cosa por ti, cualquiera. (You have to know I'll do anything for you, anything.)”

“I know you will be Mi Rey.” your hands resting against his.

Draken

“Hijo de puta (son of a bitch)” he grunts as he gets up from the floor, his jumpsuit half undone, and he walks to his toolbox to find a socket wrench. You watched him puffing out a sigh. Some sweat glistened from his body as it was a bit hot in the workshop. “What happened?” looking over at you for a moment before turning his attention to the toolbox.  He walked back to the bike he was fixing up. “Quiero desnudarte ( I wanna undress you.)”  you spoke to him raising your brow. Letting out a smirk he shook his head slightly before returning his attention back to the bike. “Babe, I'm thirsty.” you weren’t saying it like you were actually dehydrated.

“There is water right next to you.” the sound of metal clinking as he screwed a bolt in.

“Not that kinda thirsty. I’m thirsty for you.”  you got down from the counter walking towards him. “¿Puedes esperar a que termine? (can you wait till i'm finished?)” he asked. You shook your head. 

“Come on papacito, you cannot think I'm not going to stop myself from pouncing on you right now?” giving him a sweet smile and touching his black messy hair. “You know you look a bit dehydrated, let me replenish your electrolytes.” “Pardon sorry not to interrupt your little moment but is the bike almost done?” Shinichiro walked in seeing you practical on Draken laps. Draken rubbed his face letting out a sigh he cursed under his breath.

Mikey

“Tengo hambre (I'm hungry)” his head was face down at the table waiting for his food. You let out a little sigh closing his study book. There was no way he was going to finish studying now. His mind was already wanting to eat. “They will be coming soon, just relax.” your hands resting on the counter table. Looking Picking his head up he looked over at the cook window “Apúrate, Tengo hambre! (hurry up I'm hungry)”

You quickly leaned over covering his mouth  “shhh Cállate. Have you ever heard of never pissing off people handling your food?” He heard your stomach growl. You had an embarrassed look on your face as you sat back down quickly. He squinted his eyes “See I'm not the only one hungry. But you become hangry if they have you waiting too long.”You squint your eyes back at him “It takes a hangry person to know a hangry person.” you cocked your brow at him “I’m not the one pouting because I don’t have my food yet.”

As you both were bickering back and forth you didn't notice the server coming with your plates of food. Mikey's eyes gleamed with excitement. “Gracias!” you both spoke together.

Taking the first bite of food sends your taste buds over the moon.  Looking over at the love of your life who was scarfing down his food like he hasn’t eaten in a day “you might act childish but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Right back at cha babe.” his cheeks were stuffed with food.

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~Too Naive~

:::DRABBLE:::

::: Female reader :::

::: Slightly suggestive / sfw / little angst :::

::: Kazutora Hanemiya :::

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As you cautiously approached the injured delinquent, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. He was notorious in the area, known for his violent outbursts and criminal behavior , a former Vahalla member. Upon reaching the male, you saw the pain etched on his face, with a variety of nasty bruises; deep cuts surrounding his emotionless face. However you felt a wave of guilt when the thought of leaving him there lingered your mind and knew you couldn't just leave him there. kneeling down beside him you tenderly began to patch up his wounds, carefully cleaning each one and applying bandages with a gentle touch.

Working on the man’s wounds, you couldn’t help but notice the way his sandy coloured eyes followed your every move, weary yet confused. Why were you helping him? Aren’t you afraid of him? Kazutora’s mind was clouded with questions but he stayed silent, gaze glued to your petite figure.

Finishing up you looked up at Kazutora and saw a sense of suspicion, confusion and…..vulnerability in his eyes. Scanning your face to your neck and down your body, searching for any particular weapon that could be used against him. He was nervous. It was then that you realised that this thug who had caused war and pain to others was not just a delinquent, no no, but a wounded soul in need of help. A weak, broken soul hidden and protected behind this facade of a monstrous tiger in fear of being taken advantage of. Giving him a small nod you packed up the med kit and offered him a hand up.

Eyeing it for a moment Kazutora took it his rough hand enveloping your smaller ones, taking note of how soft they are ; standing to his full height, towering over you. But instead of feeling intimidated, you felt a sense of calmness and safety, hands still attached to one another.

Placing a hand on his toned chest to keep him steady, and wrapping his arm around your waist , him thankfully complying, you pulled him along away from the alley. Giving him some support towards his bike.

As flustering as it was having this handsome man pressed against you ; feeling his built , lean body you felt relieved. There was this strange lingering connection towards the striped haired male that urged you to help him. You knew that he was not like the others, that he had a heart that was capable of good.

Reaching your destination, you were about to let go of him, but a sudden tug stopped you ; found yourself pinned between his bike and his body, hands trapping you from either side. A heavy blush spread across your cheeks as your panicked eyes looked up at him , hands against his chest pushing a little to create space.

Kazutora frowned down at you, face inches away from yours, lips almost touching. He watched your trembling form against his, lifting up his hand to grab your chin inspecting your delicate features before leaning down to your ear, lips brushing against them.

“ you really shouldn’t let down your guard like that. Anyone can take advantage of you.”

He let out a breathy chuckle.

“ with no weapons as well? You really are putting yourself into trouble. Next time you see me…don’t interact with me, your only putting yourself in danger. Okey sweetheart?”

Noting how he’s waiting for a response you shakily nod at him while looking away, wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into, cursing of how naive you were. Only thinking positive of a person you’ve just met, who could possibly be a potential threat.

“Good girl”, he said pecking your ear and neck before leaning away and letting you go. Quickly moving away from him you watched as he hoped on his bike, giving a small smirk your way before riding off, leaving you baffled and tense.

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[xodelusion-loverxo]

Tokyo revengers: sanzu( fluff ) drabble gender neutral insert.

Tw: none

When sanzu was younger he was more quiet. He didn't talk alot except talking to/about Mikey.

I think it's because of the scars on the sides of his mouth. I feel like they are prone to get sore and cracked when he talks to much. So he just didn't talk.

Image dating sanzu and learning about his discomfort with his scars, do to the dry and cracked feeling he has, especially during summer.

So every time you put chap stick or moisturizer on your lips you'd kiss sanzu scars to moisturize them in a cute ,subtle way?!

I feel like it would be the cutest thing honestly.

I mean as cute as you could make a scenario like that could be!

[haihaihaitani]

365 Days of Certified Cuteness ~ *Chifuyu Matsuno*

Summary: You have no idea what to get Chifuyu for his birthday. Luckily Pete J has you covered.

Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 875

Warning: Mentions lingerie

Masterlist

Chifuyu’s birthday was coming and for the longest time, you had no idea what to get him. He always claimed he didn’t need anything, that being yours and spending time with you was a gift enough. However, your love language is gift giving and you were determined to find the perfect present for your hard-to-shop-for boyfriend. You just needed to trust your skills, which was easier said than done.

That’s when it struck you; literally.

Chifuyu was out with the rest of the gang and you offered to cat-sit for him. It wasn’t a problem, as Peke J loved you almost as much as he loved Chifuyu. As you were playing with the adorable kitty, he struck the most adorable pose you have ever seen in your entire life. You were reaching for your phone to take a picture to send to your boyfriend when you paused. What better present could you give him for his birthday than three hundred and sixty five days of guaranteed adorable photos of his beloved Peke J? It was an absolutely genius plan!

As soon as it entered your head, you got to work.

First, you went through your camera roll of old photos of Peke J to use for special events and the occasional Throwback Thursday. When that was done and you had a good start on the collection of photos, you scooped up the sweet cat and started taking staged pictures of him that looked like candid shots. Chifuyu would never know that these pictures were pre-planned in the first place.

At first, Peke J was a willing participant. He flashed the cutest eye and always angled his head just right to get the best shot. But after the first thirty or so pictures you decided to keep, he started to get grumpy. You couldn’t blame him, so you called it a night and fed him lots of yummy treats to quell his temper. He warmed up to that idea and took full advantage of your generosity until Chifuyu returned from his night out. He was none the wiser about your present idea and thanked you for cat-sitting.

In the week leading up to his birthday and subsequent party, you could tell he was getting suspicious of you. He was especially suspicious when you asked to borrow his cat on more than one occasion. You knew it sounded weird when you asked to spend time with Peke J instead of him. When you weren’t taking photos of the rambunctious cat, you were editing all of the photos together in a half-calendar, half-photobook. Everything had to be perfect, from the pictures, to the colors, to the layout of each page. You were not going to mess this up!

Finally, after eight days of preparations, and just three hours before Chifuyu’s party, you were putting the final touches on the wrapping that would hold your present. The package was immaculately wrapped and you used a fluffy bow to tie it all together.

With pride filling your chest, you made your way to Chifuyu’s apartment. His birthday party was a simple, intimate affair. You expected nothing less, as he was never one for big flashy parties. Upon your arrival, you were pulled into the fray. You mingled and joked with the rest of his gang of friends, and even gave Peke J some scratches for good luck.

As he opens his presents, you insist he wait until everyone leaves to open yours. Of course, this opens the door to the idea you bought skimpy lingerie just for him. You neither confirm, nor deny it, which makes Chifuyu blush like crazy.

When the party begins to wind down and everyone leaves, you take the last bottle of wine that’s half-finished and pick up your present. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you sit next to Chifuyu on his couch.

“This is for you.”

He looks at it for a split-second before glancing back at you. “It’s not really lingerie is it?”

You roll your eyes. “No. It’s not. The boys were benign stupid. Just open it already!”

When he did, his jaw dropped to the floor. On the cover was his favorite photo of the three of you. “Is this…?”

You nod and scoot closer. “It’s both a calendar and a photo album. Each picture has a little description too. I made it all by myself. I hope you like it.”

“Like it?” Gently setting the book to the side, he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I don’t know how I can ever thank you.”

“Just being yours is enough.” You toss one of his usual lines back at him.

He laughs and the two of you spend the next couple hours drinking and flipping through the photos. He compliments Peke J on his fine modeling skills and you swear you saw the cat puff up with pride at his words.

Then Chifuyu grabs a pen and marks the date in between your birthdays and you frown.

“What’s that for?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He winks.

When that day came, he paid you back for the book tenfold, in the form of a luxury vacation and a little velvet box. Of course you said yes.

[betterthanpekej]

Chifuyu, my thug boyfriend

WC: 358 tags: gn!reader, Chifuyu Matsuno, tokrev oneshot, tokrev fluff, drabble

a/n: I wanted to write this because Doechii's song "What It Is" has been playing on repeat in my brain. I love thugs.

“Again? Really?” you scoffed looking at Chifuyu’s face. It was bruised and tattered once again; you knew it was from another fight. “What am I supposed to do with you? You’re really gonna get hurt one day,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But this guy was being stupid, I had to show him who he was dealing with,” he said with a grin. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, taking a step towards him to examine his face.

Chifuyu had been your boyfriend for a few months now, there was never a dull moment. He was a very loyal person, which led him to always fighting people when he felt like someone he cared about got insulted. It was both a beautiful trait and an annoying one to have, in your opinion. All your friends had told you not to be with him, for fear that his fighting would somehow lead you down a path of danger. You didn’t care though.

“Your face is so pretty though, don’t ruin it,” you teased as you lightly grazed your hand over his wounds. “Ow?! Hey, quit it,” he groaned in pain. “Look, you came here for my help right? Stop complaining,” you said, rolling your eyes again. He sat quietly, only wincing when you placed a bandage over his wounds. You placed the last bandage and looked into his eyes. He gave you the sweetest puppy dog eyes. “Thank you, darlin’,” he cooed. “How did I get so lucky?”

“That’s a good question,” you teased. You two came from different worlds, the pairing was definitely one that others couldn’t wrap their heads around. You were a good student with straight A’s, were never getting into any trouble, and were always on your best behavior. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, did well to get an average test score, was always picking a fight over something small, and was no stranger to the police department from all the times they’ve had to “have a talk” with him. “Every good girl needs a little thug, and every block boy needs a little love,” you said with a giggle as you caressed his cheek and gave him a kiss.