#Tokyo revengers reader insert

[mothwingwritings]

From The Heart

F!Reader X Taiju Shiba

HAPPY LATE VALENTINE’S EVERYONE!!! I meant to post this the day of but you know how it is. This one goes out to all my Taiju girlies, sorry I have been lacking on content for him. Please accept this as a token of my love to you and a sign that I miss him dearly.

This isn’t technically linked to There’s Just No One Like You, but I did write it in the same vein, so it can be considered a little bonus chapter of sorts. He’s not as much of a butthead in this-I wanted to mess around with a sweeter, more bashful Taiju. :3

Enjoy and as always, thank you thank you thank you!!!

WARNINGS: possessive behavior, Taiju makes you cry exactly one tear, some miscommunication but not a lot because I hate it and it’s my least favorite trope, Koko flirting with you even though he knows you are a spoken for woman, mentions of sexy stuff but nothing overly saucy, heavy petting.

“Happy Valentine’s day Taiju!”

Excitement laced your voice as you approached the man in question, a huge smile on your face as you brandished his present, eager to see his response.

However, the initial giddiness you felt was quick to dissipate when you noticed the resentful expression that had settled on his face. Taiju eyed the gift box that lay in your outstretched hands as if it were full of insects, the home made chocolates you had spent all morning slaving over met with a look of revulsion. His piercing gaze drilled holes through the cutely wrapped box of treats you enthusiastically presented to him, his animosity palpable the longer he stared.

A thin layer of sweat began to coat the back of your neck as he continued to turn his nose at the box, his unamused scowl unflinching as he gawked at the gift in complete silence. You swallowed, shifting your feet where you stood. A blush crept to your cheeks as the seconds crawled by, his lack of verbal response making the atmosphere oppressively awkward.

“… Chocolate?”

The word sounded as disgusted as his expression looked, and you flinched when his sharp eyes directed themselves your way.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, tightening your grip on the box, “I made them for you this morning. I was going to make them last night but I ran out of time…” You looked down at the misshapen lumps in the box, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.  “Um, I know they aren’t the prettiest, I kind of rushed to make sure they would be done in time… They still taste pretty good though.”

It was true that the presentation was a bit lackluster, the simple red box that housed the chocolate was just something you had lying around and you didn’t have any molds or fun sprinkles to turn the candies into cute shapes or otherwise decorate them. The time constraint didn’t give much oppurtinty to focus on the aesthetics of your gift, so to make up for that you made sure the taste would be incredible. You typically weren’t one to brag, but when they cooled enough to taste you were impressed by your hard work, truly proud of them despite how wonky they appeared.

But looking at Taiju’s sneering face scrutinizing your creation made any feeling of accomplishment wither away and die. A nervous pit expanded in your stomach, dread overtaking the joy you felt in gifting them to Taiju. Maybe he didn’t like chocolate? You knew he wasn’t super huge on sweets, but you figured gifting him something traditional, something made from the heart, would at least garner a smile or a thank you.

You felt like an imbecile as he snatched the box from your hand, huffing as he turned on his heel.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he called over his shoulder, “wait for me.”

A deep frown settled on your lips, your eyes following him as the distance between you grew. Eventually he was entirely gone, his exit causing a single tear to slide down your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away, sniffling as you attempted to compose yourself.

You’d just have to try harder next year.

~

“There she is!”

The unmistakable voice of Kokonoi rang out behind you, causing you to sigh in annoyance. The day was half over and you considered yourself lucky to not have been bothered by him up until now. You had hoped your luck would continue through the whole day, saving you from his smart comments or weird insinuations. But that seemed to be too much to wish for on a day you were already struggling to get through, so here he was to add another trial to your trying holiday.

And you were just starting to feel better, too.

You turned around to greet him, but shot him a puzzled look as soon as you locked eyes with him. He stood before you, hands cupped in front of him as they reached out towards you, posed like he was looking for some kind of handout.

“Well?”

His question only confused you further, your brows furrowing as you cocked your head to the side. He sighed in frustration at the gesture, slumping his shoulders in mock dramatics. Your ignorance had apparently deeply wounded him.

“And here I thought you had made enough chocolate for all of us,” he shrugged, shooting you a teasing look, “Guess I was mistaken.”

“Chocolate…,” Confusion still permeated your features as you spoke to Koko, “What are you talking about?”

It was his turn to look puzzled, “Yeah, your home made ones? The ones you gave to Taiju?”

Noting the look of realization dawning on your face, Koko continued.

“The boss hasn’t shut up about them all day. The way he’s been going on and on about them made it sound like you had toiled over them for days, becoming a veritable chocolate factory.”

A deep blush settled over your cheeks, “He… Wait… What?” You struggled to find the right words, thrown by the fact that Taiju had not only acknowledged the gift you thought he had hated, but was gloating to others about it.

Koko frowned, “Why are you looking at me like that, did you not make him chocolate? I doubt he would accept them from some other chick, and it seems like a lame thing to lie about.”

“No I made them it’s just,” you shook your head, trying to pull yourself back from the shock, “Is he really bragging about them? When I gave them to him he seemed less than thrilled.”

Koko gave a sharp laugh, “Maybe he was just trying to play it cool in front of you or something because trust me, he’s been borderline obnoxious with how much he’s been enjoying them,” Koko took a step towards you, leaning down so that he could look into your eyes, “Made me a little jealous, ya know? I was hoping maybe you had some left over for your old friend Koko~?”

Your face settled into an irritated expression, garnering another large sigh from the raven haired boy. “I guess not. Though it makes me sad, it’s probably for the best. Boss looked like he was damn near ready to kill one of the other guys when they jokingly asked for a taste.  If I got my own directly from the source he’d probably kill me.”

He lowered himself even closer, causing you to take a step backwards to create some distance. A blush flitted across your cheeks at the proximity you shared, nervous that someone may walk by and misconstrue the scenario they saw before them.

“Though maybe someday I’ll get lucky,” his voice was low as he spoke, his eye contact unwavering as he held your uneasy gaze. He raised his hand to his mouth, placing his index finger across his lips, “if you ever feel like making me a batch in secret, I promise not to tell Taiju. I’d never turn down goodies from you, even if you were just using me as a taste tester for some other man.”

Koko gave you a knowing smirk, causing you to blush harder.

“Stop joking around,” you frowned, pushing past him to continue on your way, “I’m sure you’re not hurting for chocolate from girls today, Koko. Go bother one of them if you want something.”

He laughed once more, this time sounding slightly less jovial than previous.

“Guess you’re right. But still, offer stands if you ever need a sampler.”

~

You felt Taiju’s arm around you before you even sensed him.

Your body lurched, startled by his sudden appearance. Having been so engrossed in the show you were watching you didn’t hear him come through the door, nor did you notice him sneak up behind you.

“Did I scare you,” he smiled down at you, pressing a firm kiss to your head, “You need to pay better attention to your surroundings, what if I was some burglar come to haul you away?”

You gave him a wry smile, relishing the feeling of his closeness, “I wouldn’t be too worried for myself, but I would feel bad for the burglar. Once my boyfriend catches wind of my kidnapping, I don’t think it would end very well for the man trying to cart me away.”

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “True enough, but I wouldn’t be too happy with you either, letting some other man touch you so easily.” Goosebumps littered your arms as he placed a lingering kiss on your neck, “I’ll let it slide this time, but if you let me catch you like this again I’m going to have to punish you.”

Before you could comment further, Taiju lifted his left hand before you, revealing the vibrant bouquet he had been concealing. Your eyes widened at the colorful array of delicate pink roses and round white peonies beautifully clumped together, delicate baby’s breath placed along the edges as a lovely finishing touch. The flowers smelled as amazing as they looked and you happily accepted them, a smile illuminating your face.

“Thank you Taiju,” you exclaimed, taking a moment to bask in their beauty, “They are so pretty! I love them!”

He gave you another kiss on the head, “I’m glad you like them. I could have waited until white day, but I would have felt bad accepting such a great gift today without showing my appreciation in return.”

You turned back to him, a nonplussed look on your face. “You mean… You really did like the chocolates I made?”

It was his turn to shoot you a look, “Yeah? What man wouldn’t love their girl making them chocolates on Valentine’s Day?” You swore you saw a slight tinge to his cheeks as he lowered his head, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he spoke again, “It was cute as hell. And besides, they taste amazing.”

You placed your hand to your chest, breathing a small sigh of relief. “I’m so glad to hear that, I’ve been worrying about it all day.”

“Worrying?”

“Yeah,” you huffed, “You seemed so mad when I gave them too you! You had this look on your face like you were grossed out the moment you laid eyes on them.”

“Idiot,” he mumbled against your skin, “You completely misunderstood. I was pissed off because you spent the whole morning away from me. I had a Black Dragons meeting for most of the day so I was worried I wouldn’t get to see you, on Valentine’s no less.”

He sighed, detaching himself from you slightly, “Then I found out you were doing some adorable shit like making me homemade chocolate and I didn’t know how to react. I was still mad you weren’t by my side, but…”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “But?”

He sighed again, scratching the back of his head in vexation. “I was also really happy. No one has ever made me chocolates before and I never really cared too much about receiving them from anyone previously. But getting them from you today, knowing that you made them with your own two hands…” His blush returned, this time much more noticeably, “I don’t know, it was exciting I guess.”

You laughed, enamored by the rare bashful expression plastered on Taiju’s face. “Good to know after all this time together I can still excite you with such a small surprise.” You nudged him gently, garnering an almost sheepish sounding grunt from him in response.

“You know you could have chocolates all the time if you wanted, all you have to do is ask.” You mused for a second, before adding “Well, only if you promise not to look at me like I am some kind of gross bug again when I hand them to you.”

He smirked, taking the flowers from your hands to place them on the table beside you. You remained fixated on him as he walked around the couch, gasping as he pushed you back against the soft cushions. Before you could question his motives, he crawled atop you, latching his mouth to yours in a searing, needy kiss.

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” His voice was husky as he broke the kiss, “You should know by now if I want something I won’t ask, I’ll just take it.”

He crashed back into you, working his mouth against yours with increasing ferocity. You whined as one of his hands gripped your thigh, the other snaking its way up your shirt to fondle your chest. His tongue slid inside your mouth, moving against yours as he groped you, your body growing hot each place he connected with you.

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down as he pulled away, licking the taste of you from his lips when he disconnected. Staring down at you with a lust crazed look in his eye you felt your sanity begin to waver, a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body over what was to come. Noting this, Taiju smiled, baring his teeth in an animalistic grin.

“And right now, I want something much sweeter than chocolate,” he rasped, pressing himself ever closer, “I’m gonna take all of you, and I will give you all of me in return.”

He kissed you once more, this one decidedly sweeter despite the desire that hung heavy in the air.

“Happy Valentine’s sweetheart, let’s make it one neither of us will forget.”

[blackcatruse]

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

Story Synopsis: In the aftermath of the Tokyo Civil War Era, three gangs rose to the top: Kanto Manji, Rokuhara Tandai, and Brahman. These powerhouses have been locked in a stalemate, which only serves as temporary peace. In order to truly control Tokyo, one gang has to obtain all the money, power, and status. You’re a runner for a gang affiliated with Brahman, trying to claw your way out of debt that was never yours. The deals you make turn a significant profit, but your string of luck is starting to fray. When a deal goes south, you have no choice but to work with the infamous Haitani brothers. In exchange, you were promised freedom, but as you work the jobs with them, you begin to realize that the shadows hold something larger at play.

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pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: Enemy territory is a perfect, totally acceptable place to do business, right? The Haitani brothers don't think so, even if you do. word count: 1.4k chapter cw(s): swearing, physical violence, drug mention, death mention a/n: okay so, this is... loosely attached to the three deities arc. canon is just a suggestion, but because it's a stupid ass suggestion, i have elected to ignore it. i also threw in a ton of OCs, more than i was expecting too, oops. was not beta read & minimally edited. beware possible ooc

Being on enemy territory wasn’t on your to-do list for a Friday night, but the deal was important and the man you were supposed to be meeting said it had to be done here. Your boss said to do whatever you could to make it happen because it would make a huge profit. So here you are, decorated by neon pink and purple lights. The floor of the club was filled with moving bodies and reeked of sweat and alcohol. The thumping bass of the music vibrated the ice in your drink. Goddamn, if you weren’t annoyed. It was already nearing midnight and you hadn’t seen a lick of the man you were meeting. You couldn’t leave, but you also didn’t want to be seen here. You tried to stay in the shadows as much as possible, but you had already shooed away a few men that tried to hit on you, offer you a drink, or try to get you on the dancefloor.

You glanced down at your phone with a frown. There were no messages to be seen. Taking another sip of your drink, you scanned the sea of people writhing in the black lights. Maybe you should just go outside.

“What’s a pretty thing like you sittin’ all lonely?” A heavyset man plopped into the booth across from you. He smelled like a liquor cabinet.

You put on your best smile. “I’m just waiting on someone.” You stared over the man’s head and immediately saw the mule you were looking for. “Actually, he just got here. Sorry, got to go!”

Cursing men under your breath, you got up and weaved your way to him. His tattoos and piercings lined up with what you were told. You didn’t know his name, just an alias. But if you were being honest, you didn’t give him your real name either. The music made it almost impossible to speak without yelling, but when you came into his field of vision, he stared intently. You held up four fingers. He nodded and jerked his head towards the door.

Outside was far colder than the inside of the club. Your leather jacket did little for you. Both of you were in a narrow alleyway, underneath a flickering streetlight. Neither of you spoke, but you broke the silence. “Yon?” you asked.

A smirk, followed by, “Ah, so you’re Suzaku’s little Lotus.”

“Has your boss considered our offer?”

“Straight to the chase, I like that in a woman.”

If you were going to start a fight, you would inevitably lose. This monster of a man probably had a good eight or nine inches on you and at least a hundred pounds more muscle. You settled for a slight tick in your jaw. “You know that we’re experts at trafficking all sorts of things,” you said. “Running your drugs and dirty money would be a simple task.”

“Don’t you think Wuxing is getting a little greedy? You aren’t even a big name, just a subsection of Brahman. You have no negotiating power,” Yon scoffed. “Boss says he would consider it if you dropped your fees, then we could make something work.”

“Our rates are considerably lower, especially considering your gang isn’t well known either. You wanna get footing around here? You work with us.”

“Ambitious, aren’t we?”

“You know just as well as I do that money is power. Imagine how much money we could make you by running your goods through Shinjuku.”

“We’re not sure that profit will outweigh the costs. We’d rather run it ourselves in that case.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Brahman would never let you. They’d wipe you out in a second. But if you work with us, Brahman doesn’t know what we’re up to. We cover our tracks and we turn enough profit that the higher ups are willing to turn a blind eye.”

“Tell you what, we’ll think about it some more. Let Suzaku know he needs to send someone else other than his prized Lotus.”

With that, Yon turned and left. You knew this was something that could go south, but you figured the temptation of money would be enough. No, Yon was too smart for his own good. You should’ve met with someone dumber, but Yon’s boss started strong out the gate. Dammit. What were you going to tell Suzaku? Your string of luck with deals was running out, and it wouldn’t be long before he decided he was through with you.

You punched the brick wall next to you hard, ignoring the pain that seared down your arm. How had everything in your pitiful life come down to this? You could be at a university now. You could be on the path to an honest living, but no. That was never going to happen. There was blood on your hands that would never come off. It wasn’t your fault. You did what you had to in order to survive, but you couldn’t stay afloat much longer.

Damn your brother for getting tangled up in business with Wuxing. You could’ve had a normal life, but he had to go and fuck everything up for you. His debts were suddenly your debts when the leader of Wuxing decided your brother was worthless. Not only that, but your brother had tried to sell you like some kind of broodmare. At that moment, you realized that the older brother who was supposed to protect you didn’t care about you at all. You didn’t flinch or look away when the bullet went between his eyes. You didn’t feel anything except white hot rage.

You could have had a normal life. Instead you were making back alley deals and running money, drugs, and weapons. All to pay off a debt that would never truly go away.

Hefting a sigh, you glanced at your skinned knuckles. Yeah, that was gonna sting later. Well, you’d deal with everything tomorrow. You had a meeting with Suzaku. You’d tell him you weren’t successful, get the shit kicked out of you, and try again later.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A little mouse straying into enemy territory?” A deep voice behind you startled you, but before you could make a run for it a rough hand grabbed the collar of your jacket. You were lifted slightly off the ground and you couldn’t kick at your attacker.

Shit. You knew better than to panic and instead shucked off your jacket as quickly as possible. You hit the pavement with an unceremonious thud before sprinting away. You can’t say you didn’t try, but you really should have anticipated the person that tackled you. Before you could even process what was happening you were on the ground, your right arm prisoner and your upper body pinned by a pair of legs. Goddammit. You really were in trouble now.

“She’s fast, bro,” a voice said, you could almost hear the shit-eating grin.

You couldn’t struggle, but you heard the nonchalant footsteps. There was a painful tug on your arm, but you refused to scream. You didn’t want to meet in Minato ward for this exact reason, but Yon insisted or else the deal was off completely. Why, for the love of any deities that existed, would he want to do business where Rokuhara Tandai ruled? Especially when the gang had the S62 generation among them. Getting caught would basically be a death sentence, though, you supposed it was your fault for lingering too long.

You tilted your head up to see a tall, lanky silhouette outlined by the streetlights. A baton twirled in one of his twin braids. You were familiar with your captors. In your line of work, you’d be stupid to not recognize the Haitani brothers. There was Ran who loved beating anyone senseless by any means necessary, and then there was Rindou, who would trap you and break any limb he caught.

Another jerk of your arm had you gritting your teeth, but you wouldn’t give in. You’d had worse. They wouldn’t get the pleasure of your fear.

The tip of the baton touched your face as Ran leaned down to get a closer look at you. It trailed down your cheek almost sensually before it went underneath your chin. “I would really hate to mar such a pretty face,” he cooed.

You heard something crack as Rindou pulled harder. Tears welled in your eyes, but your lips stayed sealed.

“Wow, you’re tough,” Ran remarked, sounding rather impressed. His boot came down on your face with a sickening crunch. Stars danced in your vision and blood gushed from your nose. You still didn’t make a sound. You’d had worse beatings, and you didn’t want them to have any satisfaction. So you spit your blood at the older Haitani, and that’s the last thing you remember before blacking out.

Thanks for checking out my self-indulgent little story! I hope you enjoyed. Have a great day <3 I had wanted to post this earlier, but life got in the way and then i wanted to make a fancy banner, but i didn't have the skills so i asked a friend to do it (she did awesome). the concept was mine, but the art is hers lol

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[wakahoeshi]

Could I request characters like mitsyua , Baji and chifuyu /whoever you can write with s/o who can’t go back to where they came from ( they like were watching Tokyo revengers and passed out and tried to go back, only to learn that they passed away in their original universe ) ? You can ignore this request if you want

(HELLO THERE! 5,000n yyears later I can certainly try! I'm going to do Baji if that's alright? I'm most comfy with him! It took me a bit to figure out what you were asking here, but I think I understand it now!)

You could never go back...never see your family, friends, or anyone from that world, YOUR world, ever again? What exactly was that supposed to mean for you? It wasn't a simple question to answer, now was it?

You had so many questions...so many you were never going to be able to answer. What became of everything you left behind? That was more than just important, but asking was pointless. There was no longer a chance for the questions to ever be answered. It was an absolute shell shock to you...and you had been in a state that you had never been in before.

You sat on the cement staircase under the stars in a city park, unable to go to where you had been staying without having a panic attack. You didn't have 'real' parents there...you didn't truly know them, but you had formed some sort of relationship.

You held your face in your hands, elbows resting on your thighs. You had been crying for... you didn't know how long...and your hands were covered in tears as you continued to cry softly. Suddenly, you felt something warm cover your back. It was a jacket.

"You've been here the whole time? What the hell?!"

You hear a familiar voice scold you from behind and you turn your head and look up. It was Keisuke.

"I-I wanted to be alone...just for a bit."

You voice cracked as you replied, tears in your eyes. Even though your vision was a bit blurry, you could make out his long black hair and tall stature easily.

"Tch..."

You just hear him scoff a bit, but it was more annoyed than angry.

"You scared the shit outta me, y/n."

He finally replies after a few moments, stepping down from above and sitting himself right next to you. He looked at you directly, his yellow eyes always seeming to glow in the dark of the night.

"You could have answered my calls, yeah? I'm here for you."

His voice was a little harsh, but I could tell he was trying to be gentle. He knew as well as he could about your situation, it was a nearly impossible one after all...he was worried about you.

"I'm sorry. You have no idea how badly I wanted to answer. I can't explain how...fucking strange I feel. It's all too much..."

You explain yourself to him while apologizing, reaching up for the jacket that had been placed on you, pulling it around your shoulders to warm up. Keisuke's s kind gestures were usually on the small side, but they were sweet every time. He sighed.

"I get that, but...what is shutting me out going to do?"

The question hurt- that's definitely not what you were trying to do. You shake your head quickly and lean up against his side.

"No, no,no. That's not what I'm trying or meaning to do. I can only deal with this on my own. I love you, but I have to go at this alone-"

Keisuke quickly interrupted you, furrowing his brows.

"What are you saying? No, you don't have to go at it alone. Look at me...right now."

You do as he says, blinking tears away so that you can met his gaze. He reached out to place his hand on your cheek momentarily, touching it gently.

"Just let me be here for you. If you don't then...I'll keep feeling helpless...and I'm sick of feeling that way. Do you understand?"

His expression was serious, and his eyes conveyed that he was frustrated with you. In reply, you sniffled, leaning into his small touch.

"Y-Yeah...I'm sorry. Thank you, Keisuke."

You look downwards, still facing his direction before you feel his arm wrap around you. He pulls you into him snuggly, resting his head on yours.

"Don't thank me."

He speaks simply, rubbing your bicep a bit. He keeps his eyes open and looks into the distance, heart pounding lightly in his chest. You wouldn't know it, but he could be pretty empathetic if he cared enough about someone.

"Everything's gonna be okay...because I love you, y/n. And you should know, other people do too._

He presses his lips to the top of your head, finally closing his eyes.

You could feel tears begin to slip from your eyes once more as your body gently shook from emotion. His words meant the world to you and so did he.

"I-I know. I l-love you too...and everyone."

You reply through tears, trying not to sob. You reached one of your hands over to touch his chest.

"So then, let's go home. It's freezing."

He says, tone more on the soft side now. He lifts your head up by the side of your face, it was a gentle motion. You look at him with a soft smile, his expression still serious.

"Right, let's go, Keisuke."

(I hope this was alright! I haven't written in a bajillion years rfjnbvjfrnv!)

[ranhaitanisgf]

owahhhh congrats on 2k!! this event is adorable,, can i request- ran haitani + delinquent & class president + sneaking out to go on a date with them. maybe some thing banter-y and just very indie romance type :D ahh i’m really excited to see what you come up,,, (i know it’ll be really cute) mwah~

— ran haitani // class president & delinquent // sneaking out to go on a date

[𖤐] hey bestie ur a genius for this. this is such ran vibes omfg. i'm sorry this took me sooooo gawddamn long (2 years) but it's finally here! i hope you all enjoyyy xoxo

wc: 850+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

“you’re so slow.” 

“can you shut up for two seconds, haitani?! i’m trying to focus here!!” you whisper-yelled, carefully taking very small steps down your roof. even from up here, you could see the teasing smirk on his face. 

“i think even my grandma has snuck out of her nursing home faster.” 

“will you be quiet?! do you want me to fall off and break my neck?!” ran only snickered at your annoyance, making you want to roll your eyes at him. you didn’t dare to take your eyes off from watching where you were stepping. 

once you got to the edge of your roof, you started to get a little nervous. although your bedroom is only on the second floor, it seemed like a lot longer of a drop from where you stood now. the nervousness of sneaking out plus the nervousness of having to jump off the roof both were making you have second thoughts. 

“are…are you sure you’ll be able to catch me…?” ran put a hand to his chest, acting offended. 

“i feel quite wounded that you have such little trust in me, prez.” the teasing lilt in his voice went away though as he looked at you, seriousness in his eyes. “seriously though, do you really think i would let you get hurt?” 

“no…” 

“then there’s no reason to worry your pretty little head over it. just get down here so we can go~”

you swallowed, feeling your legs shake a little bit. 

“okay, i’m gonna go now.” you said, looking at ran below you. his arms were already outstretched, waiting for you to jump down. 

“i’ve got you.” you heard him say. your eyes closed, hyping yourself up for a moment. 

yeah, i can do this. 

with one last breath in, you jumped off the roof, squealing a bit as you fell. you’d closed your eyes on instinct, not wanting to see the outcome if ran somehow didn’t manage to catch you. you resumed your breathing when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, keeping you from reaching the ground. 

“see, i told you i would catch you.” you heard. opening your eyes, you looked up to see ran looking down at you with a smirk across his lips. 

his very soft and kissable lips. 

“y-yeah, whatever…” you mumbled, trying to pull out of his grasp. it was to no avail though; he was holding onto you tight. 

“awh, why are you trying to get away from me? don’t you wanna give me a kiss for being your knight in shining armor-” 

“shut up! fine!” you screwed your eyes shut, pressing your lips against his for just a moment. even just for that moment, the warmth from his lips warmed your almost immediately, despite the cold chill from the night. he tried to keep your lips for longer, but you already pulled away before he could try. “can we go now, i don’t need anyone in the house waking up.” ran let go of you, a playful expression on his face as his retrieved his keys from his pocket, walking towards his motorcycle. 

“as you wish, prez.” he teased, settling in the front of the bike as he patted the back, signaling you to get on. 

“and stop calling me that.” you grumbled, climbing onto the back and wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. ran chuckled, looking back at you. 

“no chance for that, prez.” 

“whatever…let’s just go already…” you mumbled, pressing your cheek against his warm back. you hadn’t brought a jacket with you, so the warmth from his body was more than welcome. 

“y’know, i wonder how everyone from school would react if they knew that their student council president was sooo in love with me that they jumped off of a roof and snuck out just for a date~?” you lightly hit ran’s arm as he laughed, turning the key in the ignition for his bike. 

“if you ever tell anybody about this, i will never kiss you again-eep!” your words were interrupted by ran suddenly pressing on the gas, making the bike jolt forward and rev quite loudly. you instinctively tightened your grip around his waist, holding on a lot tighter than you previously were. 

“that’s a little better, don’t you think?” he teased. “you were sitting so far back i would’ve thought that we were just acquaintances-” 

“ran, do you ever shut up? you know i love you, so let’s just go already before the rev of your stupid bike wakes everyone up.” 

“sorry, what was that? i didn’t quite catch that.” 

“the rev of your bike-”

“mmm, before that.”

“you know what i said.” 

“i don’t know, i don’t think i could hear it over the rev of my stupid bike.” you scoffed at his words, glad that he couldn’t see the smile across your lips. 

“i love you.” 

“that’s more like it, prez. i love you too, (y/n).” your heart warmed at his words, pulling yourself a little closer to him. 

and then your heart dropped when you heard the rev of his bike. 

they definitely woke up…

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

➺ INCLUDES: wakasa imaushi, haruchiyo sanzu, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, ran haitani (all of legal age, timeskip or bonten) x fem!reader

➺ CONTENT WARNING | this post contains explicit porn links!! you may need to have a twitter account or change your privacy settings to be able to see them. The women on the videos are white-skinned + please do not interact if you are under 18.

➺ NOTE | tokrev version !! again, the links will probably disappear after a little while but i'll do my best to replace them or find similar ones when that happens!

➟ WAKASA

Wakasa knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows it. The look on your face along with those sweet, pathetic little sounds you make as he pounds into you tells him everything he needs to know. He's only been fucking you for a couple minutes and you're already moaning, babbling and begging him to go harder, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

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➟ SANZU

Sanzu could spend hours playing with your pussy before even thinking of touching you with his cock. He’ll have your back pressed flush against his chest, fingers rubbing your clit in fast, frantic circles, his hard cock poking your lower back as he watches you squirm and whimper for more.

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➟ HANMA

Hanma fucking loves your tits. It doesn't matter what size they are, he'll have his hands and mouth on them every time you ride him, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his free hand gives equal attention to the other breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

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➟ SHINICHIRO

Shinichiro loves giving more than receiving, and he’s not afraid of letting things get messy. He’ll greedily lap up your pussy while he fingers you, his index, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt as his cum leaks out in thick loads, trickling down his hand as he pumps it out of you.

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➟ RAN

Ran has fucked you on every flat surface in every room of your shared house, but his favorite place to fuck is the bathroom. He’ll have you laid on the counter, one leg lifted and propped against the sink while he fucks you from behind, your moans echoing off the thin, definitely not soundproof walls. (Bonus point if you're in front of a mirror)

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[thestraydogsarehere]

Tokyo Revenger Headcanons as lil treat (for me)

Romantic Fluff? gn!reader. all characters are 18+.

Characters: Mikey, Shinichiro, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Izana, Souya, Nahoya (this is partially self indulgent...) (

POV: they have a crush on you and you ask them if they want a "kiss". Their reactions when you hand them a hershey kiss.

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

-the speed at which Mikey responds with a blunt "yes" to your question "do you want a kiss?" would be alarming to most.

-you dont notice, you know how enthusiastic he is about snacks. bro loves sweet little treats. (you are unaware of his feelings)

-when you hold out a piece of candy Mikey is stunned for a moment. he has to pause and recollect himself internally.

-part of him his still pretty excited because fuck yeah a sweet treat!!!!

-the other is like damn... i wanted a lil smooch.

-he sighs before taking the chocolate and looking at it for a few seconds.

-he then quickly kisses you on the cheek and nonchalantly throws the chocolate in his mouth.

-you look at him confused before touching your cheek.

you: what was that for?????

mikey: payback.

Shinichiro Sano

-this man looks at you with so much hope in his eyes as you ask "do you want a kiss?"

-after asking you out 20 something times, and being rejected each time, are you finally coming around?!?!

-that hope is quickly shattered when you hold up a chocolate kiss, all while still scrolling through your phone and not looking at him.

-this was actually worse than any other blatant date rejection he faced from you.

-he huffs in disappointment as he snatches the piece of chocolate from you and eats it.

-you notice how he snatches it and finally look at him, one eyebrow raised. you let out a light chuckle.

-he looks away from you so you don't see the light blush across his cheeks.

-bro can't catch a break here.....

Shinichiro: you do this on purpose, don't you?

you: yeah.

Chifuyu Matsuno

-dude has been in love with you forever and normally puts on this tough persona.

-this quickly fades when you do anything cute lol.

-he has the most flustered look on his face when you ask him "do you want a kiss?" and smile at him.

-losing his marbles internally, trying not to literally pass out.

-all he can stammer out is a weak "u-uhh... s-sure?"

-he closes his eyes and waits to feel your lips against his.

-is thoroughly confused when he feels a piece of aluminum wrapped candy.

-he looks at the kiss and is disappointed but not upset.

-he takes it and tries to compose himself while chewing it, he looks away as his cheeks are still tinted pink.

-you smirk and actually end up giving him a quick smooch on the cheek.

Chifuyu: can't do it anymore. i need to marry you right now...

you: i will allow you the pleasure of marrying me, but only if you answer my riddles three.

Chifuyu: on second thought

Keisuke Baji

-as you are sitting there eating chocolate kisses you turn to Baji and ask "do you want a kiss?"

-he eyes the bag of chocolates and responds "fuck yeah!" with that grin.

-you uno reverse this mf and give him a kiss on the cheek.

-he stares at you for a moment before glancing back and forth between you and the chocolates

-"dont fuck with me like that give me some damn chocolate" he says as he snatches the bag and now refuses to share.

-you keep trying to grab the bag back but he keeps holding it out of reach, you just pout and whine.

-eventually you have to play dirty and bite his arm.

-he is oblivious to his feelings until he yelps in pain but also... kinda likes it...

Baji: hold up... do that again.

you: um... why?

Baji: science... and stuff.

you: ...didnt you fail science.

Kazutora Hanemiya

-you love your personal space. Kazutora also loves your personal space.

-you have never known peace since meeting him, now is no different.

-you're eating a bag of chocolate kisses next to you alone while reading and sitting under a tree.

-this guy will pick up the candy and sit in its place, press his side firmly against you and place the bag in his lap.

-you give an annoyed sigh as you look at him before grabbing more candy.

-"whatcha reading?" he'd ask as he unwraps some pieces and tosses them in his mouth.

-"how to mind my business 101. h-hey!! i didnt say you could have some!" you say as you snatch the bag.

-you place the bag on your other side and take pieces from it.

-he doesnt like this bc tf??? sharing is caring bitch, whats yours is his and whats his is... well, also his. he doesnt share.

-he stares for a moment before using his hand to cup your cheek and make you face him.

-as you attempt to protest he gently kisses you on the lips, holding it for a few moments.

-as he pulls away and looks at your blushing face, he holds up the candy bag he snatched and holds it on the other side of himself and eats candy, like nothing happened.

-you huff a mumbled "i hate you"

-as you attempt to go back to reading your book, he places his free hand on your inner thigh.

-he likes to hold your attention.

you: can you go ten minutes without touching me???

Kazutora: can you stop reading glorified porn?

you: can you get your dad to love you?

Kazutora: ...

Kazutora: i'll get you.

Izana Kurokawa

-you love teasing and playing pranks, though they never go as planned with him.

-"do you want a kiss?" as you look at the man sitting next to you on the couch, his arm resting over the back of the couch as you watched a movie.

-"no, thanks." he says without sparing you a glance, your expression turns to confusion. "huh?"

-"i said no, thanks." you just stare at him for several moments disappointed and frustrated.

-he turns to you and smiles. "was that the wrong answer?" you nod.

-"was i supposed to say yes?" you nod once more with a smile.

-"is it so you can give me a piece of chocolate while im expecting an intimate moment?"

-you frown and slowly do a thumbs down and shake your head.

-you looked back to the tv and watched as you were disappointed.

-he sighs and decides to play along.

Izana: why yes, i would love a kiss.

you: yay!!! *hands him a chocolate kiss*

Izana: oh man, wasnt expecting this, i thought you were going to kiss me. on the mouth. perhaps with tongue.

you: booooo 👎🏻

Izana: also the chocolates half melted.

you: punishment.

Izana: for?

you: crimes against humanity.

Souya Kawata (Angry)

-this guy loves you so so so much and is so shy and soft about it. he doesnt know how or when to tell you.

-you know he does, you just give him time to get the courage to ask you out.

-you decide to play the prank, and you ask "do you want a kiss?"

-he immediately blushes, he looks so nervous and happy at the same time.

-the way he slowly nods with pure hope in his eyes and heart would give anyone a reason to live.

-you look into this literal angels eyes and cannot bring yourself to play the prank.

-if you broke his heart in this moment and made him even remotely sad, the guilt would eat you alive.

-you end up giving him an actual kiss on the lips, short, soft, and sweet.

-he is blushing so hard and looking at you like you are an angel from heaven.

-you look away flustered as you just handed him the whole bag of chocolates.

-you bought them for yourself and for the prank but now you have to hand everything you own to him.

Souya: uh... thanks...

you: dont mention it.

Souya: are you mad...?

you: i will give you every bit of my being right here and right now.

Souya: ...???

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

-Nahoya likes making playful jabs at you.

-you get mixed signals from him, does he wanna marry you or fist fight you?

-probably both.

-you werent paying much attention as he sat at the other end of the couch from you.

-you, him, and souya are roommates. you all hang out occasionally.

-you are peacefully eating chocolate kisses and chilling while playing on your switch.

-"are ya winnin, son?" he asks playfully.

-"yeah, dad." you retort.

-"thats 'daddy' to you, sweetheart."

-"and im about to commit patricide." you snip playfully.

-he chuckles before scooting to watch you play mario kart.

-"you suck at this game." "eat my foot" "not into that." "murder is still on the table here, Nahoya."

-he then starts tapping at buttons on your switch while you are playing.

-you end up losing and glare at him. he chuckles at you as if he won this round.

-you hold up the bag of kisses in an attempt to bribe him to leave you alone.

you: you want a kiss?

Nahoya: with or without tongue?

you: i bite.

Nahoya: kinky.

you: IM GOING TO KILL YOU

[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — KEEP QUIET,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Nijiro x Reader

[warnings — quickie, p in v, unprotected, swearing, cumming inside, semi public]

-,' syn – Nijiro needs an outlet for his adrenaline. Shooting fight scenes as Kazutora and then having to wait for others to shoot theirs, it's throwing him off more than usual tonight.

[AN] no cuz guys, Nijiro literally never shows his arms. Like bro is always wearing long sleeves, jackets, or yk just baggy shirts in general. So this 40 second clip of him (where he's literally just in his own little world on the TR set) WEARING A SINGLET like I can't deal fr, I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time, like it's driving me up the wall.

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"mm-ngh! Niji, fuck" your small whines were quickly silenced by Nijiro's hand covering your mouth. He had previously swept you away from the set, you weren't acting in the Tokyo Revengers movie but since your boyfriend was, you watched from behind the camera with the rest of the crew. It was so cool seeing your boyfriend in his element, you usually weren't allowed to be with the crew since you don't actually work for them, but the TR production was pretty laid back and let you stay to watch. Which is what you were doing, until about 5 minutes ago.

Nijiro was frustrated with the way they were filming. Usually they'd film a single characters scenes all at once, so they wouldn't have their actors coming on and off constantly, but for some reason they changed it for tonight. The night where Nijiro had to film his biggest fight scene.

It was really pissing him off, the way he'd get fully committed to the character, and then be told to go off and take 5 because they needed to shoot someone else. Why would they change the formula? It was perfect the way it was, now the production will suffer.

And above all else, Nijiro was told to take 5 right when his adrenaline would reach its peak. Naturally, he needed an outlet, a way to keep his energy up. Luckily, his favourite thing to put his energy into was standing right infront of him.

"keep quiet f'me baby.." he whispered, gently covering your mouth with his hand. The only lighting in the bathroom being from the dim street lamps outside, increasing the secretive atmosphere. You were pinned against the bathroom wall as Niji buried himself in your cunt, practically imprinting his shape into your walls. Your eyes travelled down to his arms, fuck. You mentally thank the costume team for finally getting Nijiro to wear a singlet, he never wore shirts that showed off his arms, so you made sure to remember this session over the rest. His sweat gleamed in the faint warm light, decorating his neck and collarbones, your eyes fixated on his fake neck tattoo. Fuck, you'd have to convince him to cosplay or something after this, the sight mixed with the pleasure he gave you was making your head spin.

His arms and shoulders flexed with each thrust as he held you up by your thighs, fucking into you like this was the last time he'd ever get. It took everything in you not to scream out his name, along with a nicely crafted string of cuss words, letting everyone hear how good he fucks you. Small whimpers were the most you could let out, not wanting Niji to get punished for having a quickie mid set.

"You're so good f'me... fuck baby" His voice was intoxicating, his touch made you feel ways you've never felt before. Your arms rested over his shoulders, not that they needed to — his strong hold kept you up with no issue. You were sure that if he fucked you any harder, you'd end up bringing down the wall you were currently pinned up against. He felt the need to groan louder, feeling it build — his mouth soon found your neck, sucking on your sweet spots, only bringing you closer to the edge.

You felt Nijiro's hips stutter, followed by his teeth digging into your skin a little harder than before.

"m-mmh cum, cum with me baby" His hot breath laced your jawline as he rutted into you faster than ever. Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach about to snap, you couldn't stay silent anymore.

"mmh- cumming.. cummingcummingcummi- ahh!" You cried into his neck. Shortly met with the feeling of your walls being painted by Niji's hot white seed, filling you up, keeping you warm. You could swear you saw heaven for a second, his touch made you drunk, reaching a state of euphoria you could never get anywhere else.

His arms gently let you back down, still keeping you steady with your bodies pressed together as you could barely stand. Whispering sweet praises in your ear as his hand went down to fuck his cum back into you, not letting any leak out. You smiled weakly as his words laced your eardrums, almost forgetting he was in the middle of his job.

"Nijiro! Wherever you are, you're back on in two." The director shouted.

"Fuck, 'm sorry baby. I'll take care of you when we're home ok? I love you" He said, getting his pants back on at the speed of light. Not bothering to wash his hands, but instead resorting to licking your combined juices off his fingers, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he was gone.

You knew he'd keep his word, now all you'd have to do was wait till you got home to recieve his aftercare.

can't wait.

[witchywcmans]

AGAINST THE LAW. | KEN RYUGUJI

synopsis ━━ after one too many trips to the auto repair shop with your old car, you realize you can focus on your work tasks so much better in the waiting room. but when the head mechanic notices you've been loitering, you recognize him instantly: ken ryuguji. there’s zero chance you’re getting out of this one. (older!draken x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ missionary position on a motorcycle (hey, this is fiction), cunnilingus + fingering, praise, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names (i.e. cherry), mentions loss of virginity in the past, mutual pining, au as helllll, draken is in his late 20s and a mechanic. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.2k

song inspiration ━━ one for the road, arctic monkeys / one of the girls, the weeknd / fallen star, the neighbourhood

author's note ━━ ok off the bat, I just wanna say this fic was completely inspired by this movie called wait with me. my friends and I like to watch passionflix movies for the laughs, but this one wasn't. well horrible. if you watch it, don't expect oscar-worthy performances, but it was fun and stupid and yeah, it made me think about what if part of this concept was applied to draken when he was older, workin as a mechanic. idk. I'm not caught up on the manga whatsoever so take this as a major au lol

Your car was a piece of shit, but that wasn’t the only reason you ended up sitting in the waiting room at the mechanic’s more than usual. A police officer would call it loitering. You, on the other hand, called it a safe space. For the past couple of weeks, your car had been in and out of the shop due to a faulty ignition sensor that your mechanic couldn’t nail down until your car broke down on the side of the highway. For the third time. Needless to say, it had been a stressful past month. The car issues had been one thing, but then there was all the pressure at work. And for some reason, you began to find comfort in working at the mechanic’s waiting room.

Your work as a journalist was very important to you. A perfectionist at heart, you needed to be in the right zone, the right state of mind, to write. Unfortunately, you weren’t someone who could sit at your desk at home for hours, typing away at the speed of light, and you definitely couldn’t focus at a coffee shop. You tried a plethora of other places. The local park: your laptop died. The library: teenagers still whispered too loud even in the quietest of places. The McDonald's parking lot: you got distracted by your hunger. Nowhere was right … until you were forced to work from your mechanic’s waiting room while he worked on your car. 

Even when your mechanic figured out the issue, you couldn’t help but sneak in through the entrance late mornings and work on your articles. The waiting room was just so … quiet, even more quiet than a library. There was hardly anyone in there besides the retired folk who could wait all day for their car to be fixed. You had a coffee machine at your disposable – not good coffee, but good enough – and a selection of snacks from the vending machine. It was pure bliss. You liked to hole yourself up in the corner, picking out different outfits that would conceal your face enough, and type away until the sun began to set. No one said a word to you. No one batted an eye.

So, as you can see, it was a surprise to you when someone eventually approached you two months into your loitering scheme.

It was just about closing time and you were shoving your laptop in your backpack after sending off another draft to your editor. A pair of feet appeared in front of your chair, and when you looked up at the young mechanic chewing on the end of a toothpick, you knew you were fucked. 

“Toyota,” he said without missing a beat, knowing your car from the top of his head, “ignition sensor, right?”

You paused, sliding on your backpack. Could you make a break for it? “Um … correct.”

“That was fixed weeks ago,” he said, slapping a dirty rag on his shoulder, car keys dangling from the other hand. 

Your mouth went completely dry. How the fuck could you explain this without coming off as a total weirdo? Your hands gripped the straps of your backpack for dear life. This was so embarrassing.

Before you could reply, the young mechanic gestured to the back door with his chin. “Follow me,” he said. “Boss wants to talk to ‘ya.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Still fiddling with your backpack straps, you knew there was no choice but to follow this guy. He led you through the back door and into the main workshop area of the shop. There were some cars left on a few lifts, ready to be inspected tomorrow, and the shelves packed with parts seemed to be in disarray. Besides that, there was no one in here but you, the young mechanic, and whoever this “boss” was still working in the back of the shop. You had never met the owner of the shop before; you typically worked with your mechanic and no one else.

You took down the hood that you’d been wearing today. There was no use in hiding your face now.

“Here she is, boss,” the man beside you said, still twirling those keys. “Can I go home now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the boss replied, hidden behind the huge motorcycle he was working on. “Good work today.”

The younger man left, the bell above the office door jingling, and now it was just two: you and this so-called boss you’d never met. You stood there in silence, hands fidgeting with anxiety, as you waited for the boss to say something. From behind the motorcycle, all you could see was a flash of blonde hair and smoke puffing out into the dingy air. It smelled like motor oil and cigarettes back here.

You lifted your foot – maybe it was time to try and sprint out – but then a deep voice entered the work space.

“You know that loitering is against the law, right?”

That voice … it was familiar, but you couldn’t put a pin on it. And then, the boss was standing up, and you saw the tuft of blonde hair slicked back, the shaved sides on his head. That infamous dragon tattoo still on his left temple. The little hoop on his left ear was accompanied by a few other small piercings. He was still the same height – over six feet – but had grown some muscle. His hands were calloused from all those years of fighting, and now, from heavy labor. And those eyes … they were still as stormy and dark as the first day you saw him in school.

This wasn’t just embarrassing. This was mortifying.

“C’mon, Cherry,” Draken said, instantly recognizing you and your old nickname, “you know you can’t loiter in my shop.”

Cherry. You hadn’t been called that since … well, since high school. Your classmates hadn’t started calling you that because of a specific physical trait. To your face, you were told the nickname was for your quick skill of tying a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. You had been the best, after all. But unbeknownst to you, the nickname came from when Mikey Sano, the infamous former leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang, popped your cherry.

You hadn’t even liked Mikey at the time. You were just sweet sixteen, and he was a year older, and you had assumed it would be better for your first to be someone with experience. Unfortunately, Mikey Sano had no experience. The sex had been awkward and terrible, as most first times between teenagers are, but at least you could say that you lost your virginity to the leader of Toman. Your eyes had always been on someone else, though. Someone who you had been too nervous to talk to, who you had only shared just a few interactions with. You never had a crush on Mikey as a teenager; you had always liked –

“Draken,” you said finally, shock lining your voice. Your eyes formed into wide saucers. It had been so long, and he was here. This whole time. Right under your nose. How surprised did you look right now?

He chuckled, wiping his hands off on a rag. The cigarette dangling from his lips was plucked out, and he stabbed it into an ashtray. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Oh, so you did look that shocked to see him.

He threw the tool he’d been using on a bench and stepped around the bike. “I really don’t go by Draken anymore,” he continued, sitting down on the rusted motorcycle, stretching his legs out. “Just call me, Ken.”

You were speechless. Were you breathing right now? You had to admit … you still found him to be handsome. He always had been. God, you were obsessed with him in high school, but always hid your crush in the shadows. Not even your friends knew about it, but you’d made it obvious, even if you didn’t know it. And now … he’d gotten better with age. The lines underneath his eyes told a story, as well as the scars etched into his veiny forearms. He could have more that you couldn’t see underneath the tattoos on his arms. Your mouth was so dry from staring at him that you had to lick the corners of your lips.

“Ken,” you said in a single breath, lacing your hands together in front of your body. You hadn’t moved from your spot, even when he was looking at you so casually. “I’m so sorry for loitering. Please, don’t call the cops on me. Or something. I have a reason –”

“Me? Call the police?” He laughed again, and it was just like how you remembered. “Do you know me at all, Cherry?”

Once you found the courage to breathe again, you stepped forward. Then another. And another. “I guess I don’t,” you shrugged, still playing with your hands. “I guess I just knew of you.”

“And I knew of you, all those years ago.” He smiled like you two were in on a secret. The rag that had been in his hands was tossed onto his left shoulder. He was wearing a pair of grey coveralls stained with oil, but the top half was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving him in just a white tank top on his torso, which hugged his muscles so nicely. “So, tell me then. What’s the reason for your loitering?”

This had to be the most words shared between you two than all those years at school together. You thought about pinching yourself, just to check if this was all part of an elaborate dream. Or nightmare, depending on how it ended.

“Um …” You rubbed the back of your neck, blushing slightly. “Well, you see … the waiting room at your shop is very … quiet.”

His brow raised. “So I’ve been told.” He stared you down. “C’mon, out with it.”

“You’re going to make fun of me.”

“I will not.”

“Yes, you will.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because we went to school together!”

“Oh, you know that means noth –”

“I’m a journalist and I write my articles better in your waiting room,” you finally answered, crossing your arms over your chest. “There. I said it.”

Draken couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He knew he promised, but the giggles bubbled up inside him, forcing themselves to emerge. You looked at him incredulously, blinking too fast. All you wanted right now was to crawl into a hole and be left alone. You had to find a new mechanic after this.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun of me,” you sighed.

He waved his hand as his laughter died down. “I’m not. I promise.” Finally, his shoulders sagged again and he stood up. “I think it’s really cool that you … like my waiting room so much.”

You found your lips pulling into a smile at the same time as him. The tension broke and you felt your dimples crease. “I also like all the little snacks in the machine.”

“And the coffee?” He added.

You shrugged. “Could use some work.”

Draken laughed again, and just the sound of it made butterflies form in your stomach. You never had such a reaction to someone laughing before. What was wrong with you?

He stuck his hands in the front pockets of his coveralls. “It’s … really nice to see you again, Cherry.”

You mimicked his actions, instead sliding your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “You too, Ken.”

“I won’t bust you for loitering, by the way. Even if it is against the law,” he chuckled under his breath, whipping the rag off his shoulder once again. “Come over here. Let me show you what I’m working on.”

His tone was so casual, as if years hadn’t passed between you two, as if this wasn’t the most you talked in years. You set your backpack down and approached him in front of the bike. Your fingers ran over the slope of the seat, all new despite the rusty exterior of the motorcycle. “That’s new leather,” he informed you. “Feel free to test it out. I need someone else’s butt on this thing so I know if I chose a good material.”

You giggled, all light and flirty. You simply couldn’t help it, especially when he looked at you with those dark eyes, the corners creasing when he smiled. Without missing a beat, you sat down on the side of the bike, like he had minutes ago, and looked up at him. He was tall, but from this seat, he was even taller. 

He pointed to the wheel of the bike, and then the headlight. “I just started replacing the …” His voice drowned out as you simply focused on his lips. His mouth quirked as he explained what he fixed so far on the bike. You watched his finger dance around the bike, taking in the rough exterior of his hands up close. They were so much bigger now, amongst other things –

“So how’s that seat?”

You blinked, bringing yourself out of your horny stupor. “Oh, um – comfy. Very comfy.” You cleared your throat. “So … is this for a customer?”

“It’s mine. This is a personal project,” he explained, leaning slightly to the left, closer to you. “I wouldn’t be working on anything this late except if it was for me.”

His eyes were on you again, drinking you in as you sat on the bike. He placed his hand on the fuel tank, so close to yours. Your stomach was definitely doing flip-flops now, especially when you noticed the way his eyes raked down your figure. You wished you’d chosen something better to wear, something other than a pair of jeans and a cropped hoodie, but you’d only expected to be getting work done in the waiting room today. Not to be confronted by your old school crush. But it looked like it didn’t matter to him. The way he was looking at you … it felt like you were naked.

“It really is nice to see you again,” he said, voice just slightly above a whisper. His stance changed and he moved to stand between your legs.

You bit your lip for a moment. “You already said that.”

“You’re right. Uh … I …” He looked down at his hands, flexing them, breaking his nerves. “You just … look very pretty … sitting on my bike.”

You looked down at yourself. The way you sat with your legs spread wide was anything but attractive, and it wasn’t like you were wearing a cute, little dress. “I do?”

But when you lifted your stare again, his face was so much closer to yours. He was leaning down now, bracing two hands on the leather seat, and trying to pretend like he wasn’t inhaling your perfume. You just smelled … so good. Like strawberries and apples and … cherries. Red, ripened cherries. And the way you were sitting on that seat, eyes wide and cheeks blushing from being caught earlier. Fuck, it reminded him of the first time he saw you in high school. He had been a horny teenager, of course, but the way he saw you tie that cherry stem with your tongue … you were the first person he ever jerked off to the thought of. He had never made a move on you – ever – but at this moment, he was glad. Because things would’ve been different, and you never would’ve ended up loitering at his shop, and you never would’ve been sitting so pretty on his bike, all these years later.

“I just …” He trailed off, words failing him, as he lifted a hand to skim it over your jawline. “You can tell me to stop.”

But you didn’t. You wouldn’t. Your eyes simply batted up at him, leaning into his touch when his fingers caressed your cheek. Your skin immediately flushed. You were so soft, and warm, and god, did his skin prickle when he touched you. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” He muttered, voice gravely. You nodded instantly, and his thumb went to trace the outline of your lips. “I had always been … jealous that Mikey got to you first.”

Had your feelings in high school been reciprocated and you didn’t even know it? You licked at the corners of your lips, your tongue quickly flicking his thumb in the process. “You were?” You asked, already feeling yourself getting wet from just him tracing your lips. “I … never really liked Mikey anyways.” You then shook your head. “It feels silly to talk about this so many years later –”

Draken turned your face back to his, looking into your eyes sternly. “You never liked Mikey,” he said, point blank, pressing his thumb onto your bottom lip.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the fingertip. You shook your head at his question.

His breath hitched. Just the sight of your lips around his thumb had him adjusting himself in his pants. He could feel his cock start to swell with need, causing him to mumble a soft, “Fuck,” under his breath.

You weren’t just wet now. You were soaked.

You slipped your mouth off his thumb, leaving a tiny trail of spit. His face immediately got closer, his lips grazing yours. He could tell they were soft, and even your chapstick smelled like cherries. God, how could he be so hard already? “I liked you back when we were teenagers,” you confessed, reaching out to hook your thumbs in the belt loops on his coveralls. “I was too scared to say anything, and Mikey … he’d just been there. Right place at the right time. We really didn’t feel anything for each other.”

Your words stirred something within him, something more than jealousy. Was it regret? The fact that he could’ve had you, all those years ago, if he’d just manned up and asked. He could’ve fought people all day, but when it came to asking out the girl he liked, he’d sat back, let his best friend pop your cherry. It should’ve been him. Fuck, it could’ve been him. 

His lips pressed to yours instantly, needing to taste the sweetness on your lips. His tongue darted out, swiping at that cherry flavor, and he moaned. Actually moaned. Draken wasn’t known to be weak for anyone, but you … you had always been a different story. You pulled him in closer by his belt loops, tipping your face up as he leaned over you. His mouth devoured yours, his tongue slipping past your lips once again to explore your mouth. He gripped the edge of the seat, his other hand cradling your jaw, and you wanted him so much closer. If he just put his knee between your legs, you could –

There it was. He did it, placing his knee right in the perfect spot. You bucked your hips up, setting a slow grind against his knee as he kissed you with feverish intent. Moans fell from your lips and into the kiss, making the tent in his pants grow bigger every passing second. He was so fucking hard now, and he needed more of you. He would have more of you.

“No, stop,” he muttered, breaking the kiss and moving his knee away. You huffed with disappointment, wanting that delicious friction once again, but when you opened your eyes, he was staring at you with purpose. “Please, let me taste you.”

You nodded dumbly, eyes blown out with lust. All you could say was, “Okay.”

In another life, you would’ve said something endearing, or maybe even hit him with a little dirty talk. But you absolutely couldn’t right now. Your head was swimming, the image of him unzipping your jeans and taking them off felt like it was out of a fever dream. Is this what it felt like to drown? No, you were breathing – just about – and Draken was throwing your pants off to the side, kneeling before you. Your legs spread wide as you sat on the bike. Surely, there could’ve been a better place to do this, but the way he was staring at your soaked panties, pushing them to the side to take in your pussy … you knew there was no stopping him. This was just his first course of the night.

His tongue dove between your wet folds, drinking you in like a glass of lemonade on a hot summer’s day. You knew you were done for when his arms wrapped around your legs, holding them apart, giving himself better access to one thing he’d craved for years. He rolled his tongue over your swollen clit, enjoying the sounds that slipped out of your mouth. You muttered obscenities, bucked your hips without thinking, pulled on his slicked-back hair. Anything to give you more friction on your precious, aching clit.

He dragged his tongue down, pushing it inside your warmth, collecting the arousal and groaning like a man starved. Fucking his tongue into you, he angled his nose to brush your clit, and you just about mewled. You had spent so many years either having mediocre sex or stressing over this stupid job, when this – this man you had been in love with in school – was here the whole time, just dreaming about the day he could eat your pussy. So much time wasted, so many fake orgasms, while Ken Ryuguji owned your favorite auto shop, so close to you and right under your nose. 

You were pretty sure the seat on this bike had to have been ruined. Draken was turning you into a wet mess, making your hips buck against his face. His lips wrapped your beloved clit, sucking and pulling, needing more – so much more – of you. Slipping two fingers inside you, he pumped them fast. It didn’t take long for his fingers to curl and find that sweet spot that had your core trembling around him. He didn’t know what he’d do if you came on his face. Honestly, he’d probably cum in his pants on the spot.

“C’mon … c’mon … you can cum in my m–mouth –” He was practically begging, his voice muffled from deep within your thighs. “Tastes so, so good … fuck, Cherry, fuck –”

You couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t even think about anything but the way his tongue lapped at your clit, before you were cumming on his tongue, your arousal smearing all over his lips. He moaned the second he got just a hint of your essence, burying his face more into your legs. You tasted better than candy, than cherries, than menthol cigarettes. He could spend forever between these thighs, drinking you in and listening to your desperate moans.

Once your body stopped shaking, he dragged his tongue one last time through your folds, making sure he didn’t miss a drop. You yelped from the overstimulation, and when you opened your eyes, he was rising from in between your legs. His licked at your slick still staining his lips, bringing your mouth to his again, letting you taste yourself. Your hands fisted into his shirt, downright desperate for more of him. As if reading your thoughts, he pulled back.

“I know it’s not ideal, given the place we’re in, but …” He cradled your face in both in his hands, as if you were just a baby bird. “Can I fuck you, Cherry?”

You nodded without hesitation, already drunk on his touch. You weren’t exactly sure how he planned on doing this. I mean … you two were in the dirty workshop area of an auto repair shop. This wasn’t exactly the best place to have sex. But then he was adjusting your position on the motorcycle, laying your head down by the handlebar and pulling your legs on both sides of the seat, your ass resting nicely in the curve. His hands were quick to roll off your panties.

“Ken,” you called out, sitting up a little and dragging your hand up. His white tank bunched up at the waist. “Wanna see more of you …”

Draken was so goddamn hard in his pants, his cock throbbing with the anticipation of being inside you, but you were just so pretty and he was putty in your hands. He let your palms explore him, lifting his tank top up so you could see what the fabric had been concealing. He’d really filled out since school – his arms were toned, his abdomen more defined. He looked like the statue of Apollo, all lean and muscled, but with just the right amount of grit. You liked that he never got his dragon tattoo removed (although, that would’ve been very painful), and that his piercings remained the same. Everything about him seemed untouched, but he’d just gotten better with age. Just the sight of him made your mouth water.

You leaned back down on the bike, bringing him down with you. Your lips pressed against his hungrily, and he was so, so tempted to slip his tongue into your mouth, when he felt his cock hard as a rock in his pants, aching and pulsating. His mouth broke away from yours, and he whispered, quite hopelessly, “I’m so sorry, but I really, really need to be inside you or my dick is going to explode.”

A chuckle escaped your lips, and just the sound of it made Draken smile. You nodded, urging him to continue, and he quickly unzipped the bottom half of his coveralls. He took his cock out: it was long, curved, pink at the tip, and leaking precum on the shop floor. All the more reason to be inside you; he couldn’t have his mechanics seeing that on the floor and wondering what he was doing after hours. He pulled a condom out from his wallet and slid the ribbed rubber on. Lifting both your legs onto his shoulders, your ass was almost rising off the seat and he positioned himself between your thighs, noticing the way your slick was smeared all over his seat. He grunted at the sight of it, slamming his cock into your without thinking.

You cried out, feeling him so deep so quickly. He held your legs up, leaning down as far as he could, and muttered, “Fuck, I’m sorry – so sorry – just … needed to be inside you. Needed to fuck you on my bike.”

You hand came up to cup his chin for a moment. “S’okay,” you promised, “just fuck me like you should’ve done years ago, Draken.”

He knew he told you to call him Ken, but just the nickname falling your lips in such a filthy manner had him groaning. Draken pulled out of you until only the tip remained, and then pounded his cock back inside you. You keened, trying to close your legs, but he held them up by his shoulders. He set a fast pace inside you, unable to keep his moans at bay, and slipped one hand off your leg to snake his fingers up your hoodie, pushing it up to your chin. Pulling your breasts out from your bra, his eyes clouded and played with your sensitive nipples. “So good,” he muttered, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment. “Feels so, so good … needed you for so long, Cherry.”

“I know, I know, Draken,” you whimpered, locking your arms around his neck to bring his face closer to yours, your thighs now curling against your chest. Your back ached against the seat and your legs burned from the uncomfortable position, but you wouldn’t dare push him away, not when he was filling you like this. 

With his lips just grazing yours, he tugged on your lip, making you moan, and he fucked into you harder. Your nails were now dragging down his shoulders, leaving marks that he’d think about forever. “Fuck, I’m s’deep … so deep inside you. You’re so warm, so wet – fuck, I’m so close already.”

“Wait for me,” you begged, sighing as his cock curved against your sweet spot. “Wanna cum with you, Draken.”

“I know, Cherry,” he grunted, his pace relentless. Fuck, this was all he ever needed, all he wanted to do, forever. It felt like you were made to take him. “Touch yourself f’me. Cum together … we’ll cum together.”

You nodded quickly, moving your hand in between your bodies, finding your puffy clit so easily. A whine escaped your lips as you fingers rubbed little circles, getting you so close already. You just needed a little push. Draken was slamming into you, his breaths fanning your cheeks, and when he felt your legs start to shake, your walls clenching just a little, he almost died. “Such a good girl …” He cooed, nose brushing yours. “Touching yourself f’me so nicely … fuck, you take me so well … yes, yes, you’re so close. Just like that.”

Your fingers rubbed a little faster, and you knew your orgasm was imminent. With him pushing into you, filling you completely, and the stimulation on your clit … you felt your lips purse into an O-shape. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draken. I’m gonna … fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, I know,” he groaned. “Fuck – gonna cum too. That’s a good girl … doing so good – fuck –”

His release came first. He had been close for so long, Draken was surprised he’d been able to hold back. He came with a loud groan, spilling himself into the condom, and it was only seconds later that your jaw went slack with pleasure. His name fell from your lips in a whimper, and you kept rubbing that aching clit through your orgasm, going tight around his cock. He wouldn’t stop fucking into you, even when your orgasm subsided, needing to feel you clench around him for just a moment longer. The way he filled you wasn’t like any other. You never wanted to feel empty again. You couldn’t, not when you knew how Ken Ryuguji felt inside you.

When you both eventually stopped trembling, he gently placed your legs back down on the sides of the bike. They felt sore and limp, but that was the last thing on your mind. You opened your eyes at the same time, and you both couldn’t help but laugh at the position you were in, the absurdity of it all. The workshop smelled like gas and oil, and you were surrounded by broken-down cars. But you two had fucked like you were in a bedroom, on a soft mattress, rather than a motorcycle. You hand went over your mouth to suppress your giggles.

Draken smiled with you, and then removed your hand, liking the way you laughed. “I know it’s been a long time coming, but … can I take you out some night?”

You couldn’t stop smiling even if you tried. “I’d like that, Ken.”

His cock had gone soft, but he was still nestled inside you, basking in your warmth. Draken wished he could be inside you forever, with your fingers playing with his hair. He would give anything for this moment to last, but he knew this position on the bike had to be the most uncomfortable for you, and he needed to take off this condom. He chuckled under his breath.

“Also, in case you were wondering,” he said, lips pulling into a smirk. “You can loiter around my waiting room anytime.”

[reaperexe]

Darling ♡

summary : when a run in with your ex makes things sour but at least your lover is here.

warnings : mentions of previous trauma.

Grocery shopping wasn't really a fun activity but grocery shopping with him was a whole new activity now. The unnecessary items he would throw into the cart acting like it was normal for you to have two giant family packs of cereal in your house before scolding him to put them away.

And he would put them away but just act like a kicked puppy on his way to do so. So when you steered the cart away from him and into the other aisle's to get away from the doe eyes and begging you didn't expect to run into someone.

That someone being your ex boyfriend. the ex boyfriend you swore to never interact with again. Your eyes widen and so does his when he sees you.

He says your name softly, you try not to cringe at the way your name rolls off his tongue and you don't even want to take his name.

"Been a while..." he says his tone already condescending like it had been all those years ago and your grip tightens around the cart.

Meanwhile your lover strolls through the aisles putting back the boxes of cereal and gathering more unnecessary items.

"You cut your hair?" he asks obviously ignoring your discomfort

"You know I've been meaning to reach out to you....." He says "wondered how you've been doing without me" He scoffs.

"I've been fine, better even" You say clenching your jaw.

"Really?" He says with a mocking look. "And here i thought you would come to your senses" He laughs.

The audacity of this man you think but your mouth dries when he slowly begins to approach you.

A strong voices pulls you out from your thought and stills the man in front of you "Darling?" Your lover calls coming up behind you as you breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately recognizes the man in front of you from having to hold you all those years ago from all the nightmares and tears 'never again' he had sworn to himself.

He moves to stand defensively in front of you eyeing the guy, looking down on him.

"Hey man" Your ex says smirking "You are?.." He asks your lover trying to keep up his smugness despite your boyfriends intimidating gaze.

"Her boyfriend" He says his tone still dominating and he looks down on the guy.

"Oh yeah, we were just talking" he says "Right sweets?" He says peering over at you over your boyfriends shoulder.

You grip your lovers arm out of anger, not wanting to hear that voice or nickname.

"Well i think she's done talking man" Your boyfriend says firmly.

"Look mate-" Your ex begins stepping closer causing your boyfriend to cover you more and step towards him.

"I advise you leave" You speak up as your ex looks at you then back at your lover.

If looks could kill your ex would be dead by now, sensing the tense atmosphere your ex mutters a "Whatever, your loss" raising his hands in mock surrender and stepping back.

Your lover raises an arm but stills when he feels your hand on him, as much as you would love to see your ex get punched, a grocery store was not the place.

"Let it go baby" You say to your lover softly as your ex walks away.

"He better count his blessings" Your lover sighs relaxing and putting an arm around you.

You laugh at his words kissing his arm.

"You handled that so well baby I'm so proud of you" Your boyfriend says kissing the top of your head.

"You handled most of it" You say as he smiles, kissing you again

"Shall we check out?" He asks.

"Yes but only after you put back that giant bag of coffee beans, don't think i didn't notice" You say crossing your arms as he smiles sheepishly.

"But darlinggg" He whines but puts the bag back anyways as you smile.

[strawberryfairi]

"When he loves to tame his pretty, little brat..."

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Your boyfriend lives for the way you whimper and whine as his two long fingers curl deep inside your soaking walls, hitting that sweet spot that makes your breath hitch. He has your back flush against the cool marble of the kitchen island, watching your cute little expressions intently. "What happened to all that shit you were talkin' about, pretty girl? Not too much on your mind now?" He chuckles, that deep, low, sensual chuckle that makes your heart flutter against the confines of your chest. You pout in response with a completely incoherent sentence of nothing but pitiful mewls leaving your swollen, wet lips.

His free hand glides over your bare chest, your hardened nipples stimulated from the gentle touch, then wraps around your pretty little throat.

"Say it again, angel. Tell me what you told me earlier." He purrs with a level of smugness that made you want to roll your eyes in embarrassment. You remember exactly what got you into this situation....you and that sassy ass mouth.

You thought you were doing something earlier telling him you didn't want to be his girl anymore purely out of anger and frustration. Of course you didn't mean it. He just never takes you seriously when you're angry, just stands there looking at you thinking nothing but sexual thoughts. And he admits to it every single time too!

"I-I said...I'm not you're girl anymore." You answer shakily, refusing to break eye contact as you wanted to hold on to even a little bit of the dignity you had left. "Right...that's what you said", He pauses, nodding his head slowly, "But you know what I heard?" He asks mischievously, abruptly taking his fingers from your needy pussy. Your brows slightly furrow in curiosity. "All I heard is that you just want me to fuck you like the whiny little brat you are."

Then, in one swift movement, you feel every single inch of his big shaft bully its way into you tight hole. You cry out loudly, both hands instinctually gripping his muscular forearm. His strokes are relentless, so deep and forceful. He's got your cream immediately dripping down onto the island counter, all kinds of lewd, sloppy noises coming from your pussy.

"Still wanna leave me, baby?" He coos, looking down at you with sensuous hearts in his eyes. "Uh uh! Uh uh!" You repeat over and over between, shaking your head lazily side to side. Your legs start to shake, you could feel yourself already reaching another soul-lifting orgasm. He watches you with a prideful satisfaction as your pretty eyes roll back in ecstasy. "I-..I'm gonna cum!!" You cry, loud moans beginning to quickly morph into heavy pants. He quickly pushes you towards your climax, the tightening in your core reaching that unbearable point.

Then suddenly, he just...pulls out. Leaving you laying their with the most bewildered expression across your face.

"W-what are you doin-

"Aww baby, you really thought I was gonna let you cum after talkin' to me like that?" He quips, his tone irritatingly teasing. Your face falls, a blend of annoyance and embarrassment swirling within you. He really had you thinking he was gonna give you that satisfying kind of punishment. Maybe pushing you over the edge having you orgasm all through the night, but no. He chose to be a menace, leaving you unsatisfied and mad about it.

"You better not make yourself cum either, or else we're gonna have a real problem." He adds with a little devious chuckle, basking in the way you were quite literally fuming.

"I hate you..." You grit out with the harshest glare you could muster, slowly sitting up.

"Love you too, wife." He smirks, leaning down and giving you the kind of fiery kiss that makes your toes curl.

JJK: TOJI, GOJO, SUKUNA, GETO

TOKYOREV: RAN, IZANA, HARUCHIYO, KEISUKE, WAKASA, KOKO, SHUJI, KISAKI, NAHOYA (SMILEY), RINDOU

(Whoever else comes to mind...😏)

[mx-paradox]

Lenses {Mitsuya Takashi x Reader}

Takashi gets glasses, and is a little self-conscious about them until he sees your reaction

MDNI for some light fade to black smut implications, established relationship, gender neutral reader, word count ~1000 | Ao3 version

Takashi locked eyes with his reflection in the mirror and sighed.

Reading glasses.

He had put it off for as long as he possibly could, but it was inevitable. His close-up eyesight was not what it once was; details blurred the nearer he was to things, and he had embarrassingly spent the last few weeks holding books as far away as he could from his face, as if they offended him in some manner. He had finally given in once it had begun to affect his work; his fingers were bandaged up from how many times he had accidentally jabbed himself with the needle, something that hadn’t happened so often since he was a kid.

Only a few people, other than he himself, knew he was getting glasses; and only one had seen him wearing them so far.

Unfortunately, that person was Draken, whose first reaction was to cackle at Takashi’s new appearance and tell him the frames ‘made him look like an old man.’

Takashi had very carefully set the new glasses aside before he tackled his best friend.

Draken wasn’t entirely incorrect, he mused, studying himself in the mirror. Of course, he didn’t look like an old man, but the square black frames did lend a certain extra maturity to his face. It wasn’t bad, not in Takashi’s opinion, just…different. He knew his friend was just teasing, and he wasn’t truly mad, but it did tap into a certain worry of his. Namely, that you, his lover, would also find the new frames…unflattering.

Draken’s opinion was one thing, but if you said he looked like an old man, he was afraid he would never recover.

Hence his delaying of the inevitable. It wasn’t like he would want to avoid you forever, but he thought perhaps that allowing himself a few minutes to hide away in the bathroom would allow him to manifest a sense of confidence.

It had not.

Finally, after what felt like hours of scrutinizing himself in the mirror, he heard the door open.

“I’m home,” you called. “How did your appointment go?”

“Welcome home! It went…okay, I guess. I got my glasses.”

“Really? Well, why don’t you come out and let me see?” You paused, taking in the distinct lack of footsteps. “I know you’re hiding in the bathroom, Taka.”

He winced. Caught. “No, I’m not, I’m just. Washing my hands.”

He flicked the water on.

He could still hear your snort over the sound of the running water. “Sure, baby. Just don’t take too long.”

Takashi scrubbed his hands for longer than normal. For no reason at all, of course. Before he exited the bathroom, he adjusted his glasses once more in the mirror, giving his reflection a grimace.

He made his way into the kitchen, where he could hear you shuffling around. He saw you before you saw him, and he took one second to admire you before he called your name. Despite the years of familiarity, Takashi always marveled at how relaxed you seemed when you were home, with him. It still felt like such a precious thing.

At the sound of your name, you whipped around so quickly he swore he could hear the vertebrae in your neck pop. Your mouth opened, preparing to reply, but then you froze once you saw him.

Your eyes widened, and you stared at where the frames sat on his face. All of a sudden, you were a statue, stone-still and stuck gaping at your lover.

He stared back at you, like a deer in headlights, caught by your intense gaze. He was about to ask you not to laugh at him, when you launched yourself forward and smashed your lips against his.

Takashi was still for only a second, before he’s wrapping his arms tight around you and kissing back. It wasn’t long until the kiss went from a chaste press of lips to something more passionate, filthier. Your hands were gripping the sides of his head, tilting him towards you so you could lick into his mouth and devour him. He wasn’t any better, though, and gave as good as he got. His hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise, and he would only pull away to nip at your lips in a way that had you shivering.

By the time the two of you had finally detached from each other, you had pushed Takashi up against the cabinets, pinning him there with your body. Your hands had started to ruck up his shirt, and his glasses were smudged and askew. You looked no more put together than him; your clothes were rumpled, and you were breathing heavily. Your eyes were hazy with desire, and he couldn’t help but lean in and steal a few more slow, deep kisses.

“What got you so riled up?” Takashi murmured against your lips. Any anxiety about his appearance had been wiped from his mind, replaced with you, your kisses, and the delicious feeling of your body pressed against his.

“You and your stupid new glasses,” you huffed. You bit his lip, harsh enough to get his attention but gentle enough not to draw blood, only playing with him. Pulling back, you reached up to resettle his frames onto his face.

“What about them?”

You looked at him with a slightly accusing look. “You look sexy as hell with those on. It’s not fair.”

Takashi gaped at you. Out of all the reactions he had imagined, this had not occurred to him in the slightest. It took a moment for his brain to reboot, but once it did, he smirked.

“Oh, really, pretty?” he purred, leaning back in until you were nose to nose.

“Uh huh,” you whispered, eyes drifting back down to his no doubt kiss-reddened lips.

He gave you what you clearly wanted, leaning in for one more deep kiss. “Do you want to show me how ‘sexy’ you think I am?”

You gave him your own little self-satisfied smile, as he felt your hand trail down his torso. “I would love to, darling,” you said, as you undid his pants enough to slip your hand inside.

[schrodingers-romy]

Jilted (not) Lover [Mitsuya Takashi x Reader]

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x GN!Reader Word Count: ~2,100 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Takashi is your best friend (who you have some more than friendly feelings for); so you don't understand why he never seems to want to spend time with you anymore.

Warnings: mild misunderstandings, kissing, no gendered terms for reader; reader is a bit insecure, and Takashi is a little less emotionally mature than normal.

Notes: wasn't feeling good so I finally sat down and wrote an idea I've had for a while. Probably needs more editing but I want to let it finally fly free

You thought nothing of barging into your best friend’s room; after all, he gave you a spare key for a reason. “Takashi!” you called excitedly. “They let me off work early today! Do you wanna maybe go out and do something? I heard there was a new—”

You were cut off before you could even finish. “I’m sorry,” Takashi said, not even bothering to raise his eyes from the patterns in front of him. “I really need to finish this today.”

“Oh,” you said, deflating slightly. “Well, I could just hang around here if you want some company. I can help too!”

Still, you received barely any acknowledgement. “I’ve got it, I just need to focus. I’ll see you later, though.”

Your smile felt brittle. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll go see Yuzuha then. Don’t forget to show me your new design when you’re done.”

The door clicked shut softly behind you.

Later, you heard from Yuzuha that Takashi went out to the arcade with Hakkai that same day. You were hurt, but you wanted to think the best. Takashi probably just finished early and assumed you were busy. It was nothing.

Except it wasn’t.

-

Ever since the two of you met in middle school, you had never gone more than a few days without hanging out. Throughout high school you basically lived at his house, becoming almost like another sibling to his sisters. Even once you both graduated and got different jobs, the two of you spent most of your free time together. (Enough time together for you to develop a horrible infatuation with him, at the very least.)

And yet, for two weeks straight Takashi had been completely blowing you off.

He was always busy with last minute designs, or he had to take his sisters to something, or he already had plans with Draken or Hakkai or the old Toman members. Normally, he would ask you to tag along, but he barely talked to you other than to let you know he couldn’t see you or spend time with you.

You never said anything, keeping a nonchalant tone around him. But god, did it hurt. You didn’t know what you did wrong to deserve this treatment; you couldn’t remember anything. Maybe he had just finally gotten tired of you and was trying to let you down easy.

You did your best to ignore those thoughts. It’s Takashi, you thought. If there was something wrong, he would communicate with you. It was probably nothing. (You needed to tell yourself that to keep from breaking down.)

-

Even though your relationship with Takashi was at a standstill, you still talked to his sisters.

Today, you had come over to make the girls lunch before they left to go hang out with their friends. Takashi hadn’t come out from his room when you called.

[“It’s fine,” you said, “I know he’s busy.”

The girls gave each other a look when they thought you weren’t paying attention. At least these Mitsuyas noticed something was up, you thought bitterly.]

They were long gone, after thanking you for the food and each giving you an awkward teenager hug on the way out. You have the rest of the day free, so you take your time cleaning the dishes, in the pathetic hope that Takashi will come out and you two will go back to normal.

You think that your prayers are answered when you see him come down the stairs. He seems a little surprised to see you still there, and he gives you a small, distracted smile. Your heart flutters as you smile back.

You think he’s coming towards you, but he walks right by the kitchen and heads towards the door instead. “Thanks for making lunch for the girls. I’m sure it was great,” he says, lingering for a moment. “You can leave the rest of the dishes; I’ll get them when I come back.”

“Oh. Where are you going?” you ask. You can hear a nearly imperceptible buzzing in your ears. You wonder if you’re angry or just sad; it’s hard to tell sometimes.

“Just out with Draken. I’ll see you later, yeah?” He’s already opening the door to leave.

You try to keep your composure, but the way you slam the plate as you set it on the counter is telling. “Yeah. See you later, I guess.” You wince. Even to your own ears, you sound bitchy. And you were doing so well in keeping it straight...  

There is a second of hesitation, and then the door closes. You busy yourself with drying the remaining dishes, not bothering to look up. Takashi probably left already.

But then you hear his footsteps as he comes into the kitchen. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

You still don’t look at him. You hate how concerned he sounds. Because of course he noticed how snotty you sounded; it wasn’t subtle. And Takashi was nothing if not a mediator, so he would obviously want to talk it out. But now, even after praying for the barest scrap of his attention back, you want nothing more than for him to leave you alone. You aren’t ready for whatever sort of conversation this is going to be.

On one hand, you are still hurt by how he treated you, how he hung out with you less and less as he replaced you with Draken and Hakkai. On the other hand, you feel like you’re being nothing but a spoiled brat. Takashi doesn’t owe you anything; he’s nice, so this is probably his own way of letting you know that you were too clingy and that he needed space while trying to spare your feelings. You just don’t want to hear that out loud.

At this point, you can feel yourself getting worked up. Your own thoughts buzz in your head like a swarm of angry locusts, rattling to the ever-quickening beat of your heart in your ears. You don’t quite know if you want to cry or scream.

He’s right in front of you now; you can see his shoes sidle up next to your slipper-clad feet on the kitchen floor as you valiantly avoid eye contact.

“C’mon, talk to me,” he says, voice softening even more. Because of course he can tell you are getting more upset.

“Just go,” you say. You sound muffled in your own ears. “Go hang out with Draken, or Hakkai, or your other gang friends. I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up.”

“Oh, now that I want you to leave me alone, you won’t.”

“Hey, what is that supposed to mean?” He sounds a little offended now, and that just makes you angrier.

You spin around to face him for the first time. You can see how his eyebrows furrow, purple eyes glistening with concern as they take in your expression.

You lose your grip on your emotions. “Oh, what does that mean? I mean you’ve been ditching me for weeks now! Every time I come around, you’re too busy, or you already have plans with someone else!” You take a deep breath, trying to rein yourself in. “Look, if you don’t want to be around me anymore, just say something. Not any of this ‘hinting’ bullshit. Just…just say something…because I honestly don’t know what’s going on, Takashi.”

Your anger burnt through you quickly, like a flashfire, and you can feel your eyes starting to water.

Takashi looks stricken. One of his hands comes up to grip yours, using it to pull you into a tight hug. It only takes one murmur of your name, spoken gently into your hair as he tucks your head underneath his chin, for you to fully break.

There are tears streaming down your face now. You start to babble. “You’re my best friend, Takashi,” you say, pitifully. “I miss you.”

You feel his arms tighten around you, until you can almost feel your bones grinding together. It kind of hurts, but you are just happy to be held. His grip loosens soon enough, and he pulls back so he can look you in the eyes.

“I fucked up.” He smiles sadly at you. “I never wanted to make you feel like that. You’re my best friend too…but I couldn’t stay like that, and I didn’t know what to do about it.”

You feel your heart drop; you don’t understand. “What’re you trying to say?”

He lets out a sigh, and then reaches to clasp both your hands in his. His eyes dart around the room, nervously, before settling back onto yours. There is a quiet intensity in them that he only has when things are serious. “I want to be more than friends. I like you…romantically. I realized it a few weeks ago…you were always so special to me, and I didn’t understand why until Draken pointed it out to me.”

He let out a light chuckle. “I treated you differently than I did everyone else because I had—have—a crush on you. I didn’t know what to do about it, so I started avoiding you. I thought I would blurt out something that would ruin our friendship. I didn’t think about how it would affect you. I’m so sorry.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. It seems so inconceivable that he would return your feelings. You don’t even know what to say, so you focus on the end of his short speech. “So much for being the emotionally intelligent one, huh?” you say, tone lighter than it has been this whole time.

He lets out a self-deprecating laugh, tilting his head down. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I’m better with other people’s problems than my own. But cut me some slack, this is the first time I’ve been in love with someone before.”

You freeze. “Love?”

He already told you he had a crush on you, but this brings your thoughts to a halt. Love is a much more serious claim than a simple crush.

Takashi seems to think so as well. His face shutters. It’s clear he didn’t mean to say that much, but he doesn’t back down. “Yeah. Love. But it’s okay you don’t feel the same way. I’m good with just being friends. Or whatever makes you comfortable. Um. I owe you that much after being such a shithead, huh?” He looks uncomfortable, like he is just waiting for you to reject him. Like it’s inevitable.

You give him a sharp flick on the nose. “Idiot. Who says I don’t feel the same way.”

“…You do?”

You let out a snort, fighting to keep a grin off your face. “Like I wasn’t pining after you for years. God, Takashi, I follow you like a lovesick puppy, and you didn’t catch a hint?”

You open your mouth to say something else, but you’re swept back into his arms before you can. The two of you are face to face now; from here, you get the full force of his blinding grin. He’s smiling so wide that his eyes are nothing more than crescents of purple, his pretty eyelashes nearly brushing his cheeks. He looks breathtaking.

You break out into your own smile, unable to keep the happiness off your face. You feel so light, lighter than you have in a long time. The knowledge that Takashi loves you is like a shot of dopamine straight to your brain; you feel nearly delirious from the sudden rush of happiness.

“I love you,” he says. He sounds so tender when he says it, you can’t help but tilt your head up to press a kiss to his lips. It’s nothing more than a peck, but the touch of his soft mouth against yours sends sparks through your body.

“I love you too,” you say.

He looks at you in awe, before he leans down to steal another kiss from your lips, this one longer, and deeper.

You never want to leave; you would happily spend forever standing in the middle of his kitchen, trading heartfelt kisses and basking in the warmth of your love with Takashi.

-

(Draken wonders what happened to Mitsuya; he missed their hangout without so much as a “can’t make it” text. He can only hope the other boy finally got the balls to confess his feelings to you. He loves his sworn brother, but he’s getting tired of seeing Mitsuya avoid you. And he is definitely getting tired of hearing his lovesick ramblings. Well, if the two of you haven’t gotten together by now, Draken supposes he could always go with Yuzuha’s plan to lock the both of you in a closet until you worked things out.)

[blackcatruse]

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

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The ice pack on your face had melted about an hour ago. Most of the swelling had gone down. You were pretty sure your nose was broken and your face was decorated with colorful bruises. After you had cleaned up and tended to the worst of your injuries, you’d flopped down on your couch and hadn’t moved since. You lifted your arm and stared at your hand. Sunlight dashed across the ceiling and you chuckled bitterly to yourself, thinking about how it looked like you were reaching for hope.

You dropped your arm and looked around at the empty takeout boxes and cans scattered across your living room. How long has it been since you cleaned again? You weren’t really sure. On the coffee table, your phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw that it was from an unknown number. You had to take this call.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? You were supposed to report to the warehouse thirty minutes ago.”

“Good afternoon to you, too, Suzaku,” you replied.

The silence on the other end of the line had you imagining the irritated twitch of your boss’s eyebrow and the clenching of his jaw. You had that effect on people. Being annoying was your specialty.

Your boss said your name, your real name, tightly. “What the hell happened? Yon is demanding another representative. You’re our best shot at this deal. How did you fuck it up?”

“I didn’t,” you said plainly. “You did when you set the rates at what they were. He said his boss would only do business if we lowered our fees and brought our cut down. I wasn’t going to stand for that, but Yon didn’t think I was very persuasive.”

Suzaku sighed. “What do you expect me to tell Kirin?”

Ah yes, your boss’s boss and the head of Wuxing. He only went by his alias and you were sure nobody knew his real name. He had a few gambling dens open in China before he fled the country and tried to take root in Japan. Kirin wasn’t a good man, and you didn’t have to meet him to know that. All you knew is that your brother got into some shit with him, and now you’re here.

“I really don’t expect you to tell him anything,” you said with a shrug. “But where else are they going to go? Our whole specialty is smuggling and keeping things off record. They’d get their asses handed to them if they went to anyone else.”

You’d seen it time and time again. Lower gangs like your own needed to pave their way into the big boy arena, and they could only do that with money. It was how Kirin managed to get in allegiance with Brahman and pay off an executive to not rat out the illegal activities going on under their noses. If the other gangs tried to use someone else or tried running things through anything that wasn’t their territory, you would see neither hide nor hair of the men within a month.

“You worry too much, Suzaku,” you continued. “You’re going to get wrinkle lines and I don’t think your wife or mistresses would like that. Yon said that they were still interested in doing business, just not with me. You could get someone else to do it. Maybe someone from another division?”

“You know you’re the best runner we have.” Suzaku sounded like he was getting teeth pulled. “You’re the only one who can make this work. You know what’ll happen if you don’t hold up your end of the deal.”

It was your turn to frown. “I’ve had several tastes of death in the last twenty-four hours, so please, if you’re going to kill me, don’t tease me.”

“You wish it would be that easy,” Suzaku scoffed. “I can put you back where I pulled you from. Your debts would be paid that way instead.”

Your grip on your phone tightened. You refused to give any hint of fear away. You sat up and bit back a groan of pain. “Give me the ledgers and any information you have from Yon’s boss. I can see what I come up with.”

“Come get them yourself.”

“I would love to, but I had a run-in with the Haitani brothers last night and they really did a number on me.”

There was a deafening silence. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned that you were in Roppongi last night. Well, Suzaku and the others would find out eventually, so there was no use in trying to hide it. You usually don’t tell them where your deals are happening, and they somehow trusted you enough to let you keep your secrets. They only knew the time the deal was happening. If you found yourself in trouble, well, you were on your own no matter which way you looked at it.

“What the hell were you doing on Rokuhara Tandai turf?”

The calm in Suzaku’s voice was not to be misconstrued. You could hear him straining to keep his voice level.

“It’s where Yon wanted to meet,” you told him, matter-of-factly. “He said the deal was off if we didn’t meet in Roppongi.”

“You went to the heart of the Haitani brothers’ territory?”

“You said you wanted this deal to go through by, and I quote, ’Any means necessary’. I wasn’t planning on getting caught by them. I didn’t say anything either, so you can chill the fuck out.”

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, Lotus.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone’s been saying that. Nobody has the balls to kill me though, so I guess you’re stuck with me.”

“I’m surprised they let you go,” Suzaku noted.

“Trust me, I am too.” You slumped down a bit. “Anyway, I’m busy nursing my wounds. Send someone with the information and documents I requested. There’s something I wanna look into.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Someone will bring you the documents you need and we’ll plan from there,” Suzaku sounded absolutely defeated. “You better work your magic, Lotus, or I will hand you back over to Byakko.”

You shuddered at the thought. “Don’t worry. If I find what I’m looking for we’ll have a brilliant deal on our hands.”

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[baby-tini]

Day 1. 𝗣���!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻)- Dazai thrives off control, meaning your smart-mouth is a big no-no. Unluckily for you, he knows just how too break you down.

Day 2. 𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶 (𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲-𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴)- Having you laid out all pretty for him isn't enough anymore.

Day 3. 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 (𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴)- Chuuya doesn't think the previous necklaces he's bought for you really show off who you belong too... so he gave you a better one.

Day 4. 𝗔𝗗𝗔!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗗𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮)- Dazai knows he has some fucked up desires, but it's not his fault you look so pretty when you cry.

Day 5. 𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶 (𝗣𝘆𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮)- Following an eruption of blue flames leads you into the hands of something worse then any fire.

Day 6. 𝗣𝗠!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗘𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗲)- You know it's stupid too make a Mafia Executive angry- especially when it's Dazai.. but you just can't help it.

Day 7. 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 (𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆)- He didn't understand why some men went after virgins specifically... until he found you that is.

Day 8. 𝗔𝗗𝗔!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿-𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆)- He keeps you locked away, he tells you it's because he loves you.. but you know it's due to his own selfish desires, but.. would anyone believe you when you tell them a respected detective took you off the streets and kept you as his own?

Day 9. 𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶 (𝗛𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮)- You don't know what it is about dangerous men that leaves your brain in a foggy stupor, but you've stopped caring a long time ago, especially given your new fascination.

Day 10. 𝗣𝗠!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗚𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆)- He's found a new use for his beloved Desert Eagle.

Day 11. 𝗜𝘇𝗮𝗻𝗮 (𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝘅)- You've always gotten the attention of Shinichiro... and he's sick of it.

Day 12. 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗮!𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆 (𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻)- You were just the sweetest little thing when he found you on the streets of Manila... not anymore though.

Day 13. 𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶/𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗮𝘄𝗮/𝗙𝘆𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿 (𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗨𝘀𝗲)- Dressed like an angel on the foggy streets of Yokohama has landed you in the hands of three demons.

Day 14. 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗩𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝘅)-Away on a business trip with no physical access to you, his cock sits uncomfortably hard in his boxers while he thinks about you... but then he remembers, he let you have a phone for a reason.

Day 15. 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻!𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆 (𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗦𝗲𝘅) He's the boss, he runs shit in Bonten, he doesn't have a problem fucking his fingers into you as you make a mess on his hand, nobody else should have a problem with it either.

Day 16. 𝗣𝗠!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶/𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 (𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮)- It's a shame they both work so late... but you've always been so helpful, even when you're sleeping.

Day 17. 𝗞𝗼𝗸𝗼 (𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿-𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴)- You hate when Koko takes you too get your hair done, because you know it'll be messed up later on that night.

Day 18. 𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶 (𝗙𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴)- You've always been just the prettiest little thing in his eyes... he's positive it'll be the same-way on camera.

Day 19. 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮 (𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸)- Men in masks drive you crazy... the appeal of not knowing who it is.

Day 20. 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆/𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 (𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲)- You were always such a squirmy little thing, but Ken has found a new way too keep you still and Manjiro is all for it.

Day 21. 𝗣𝗠!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗘𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴)- He's always been a believer in the, "carrot and stick" philosophy but more so that the punishment should go hand-in-hand with the mistake.

Day 22. 𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶/𝗙𝘆𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿 (𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴)- Dazai has stated that they were two sides of the same coin, so it's not a huge surprise when they develop an interest in the same pet.

Day 23. 𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶 (𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴)- The eyes of other men undressing you leaves him in feral jealousy.

Day 24. 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗣𝗲𝘁-𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆)- He got you a custom made collar... the least you could do is play the part for him.

Day 25. 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 (𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿)- You didn't know who he was, but those pretty sapphire eyes led you into his bed... never too be seen again.

Day 26. 𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶/𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 (𝗗𝗣)- Blended days and blurry faces leaves you panting under the two men you've always admired.

Day 27. 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼!𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆 (𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸)- He's always so mean and cold, taking a different route when you've been so good for him couldn't hurt.

Day 28. 𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶 (𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗹)- Sure he loves your personality... but your ass is definitely a plus.

Day 29. 𝗔𝗗𝗔!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶/𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴)- The man in your home felt... off. He looked like Dazai, sounded like Dazai and even acted like him... but he kissed you differently, fucked you differently and even tasted different. Maybe it was just the red blinking light in the corner that was messing with you.

Day 30. 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘇𝘂 (𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆)- He has always liked red on you, it's flattering, but that lipstick isn't enough for him, he has a better idea.

Day 31. 𝗙𝘆𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿 (𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗱-𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸)- You've gotten a little too... mouthy for his taste, and lucky for you, he's found a way too quickly snuff out your newfound confidence.

[ranhaitanisgf]

3:45 a.m - ran haitani [gn]

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you think that your heart managed to actually stop beating when you open your eyes and see ran staring right back at you. his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his murky violet eyes seeming to be analyzing your face as you jump in shock, letting out a small curse.

"ran, you scared me! why're you up right now...?" you asked, drowsiness still trying to pull you back to sleep. "it's super late, you should be sleeping..."

"i couldn't stop looking at you."

"hah?" you blurted, your brain still too tired to be flustered. ran chuckled a bit at your response, (his slightly raspy voice from sleeping was far more attractive than you could ever handle) and pulled you closer, gently pressing his lips against your temple.

"nothin', go back to sleep."

"mm, is something wrong though?" you asked, tucking yourself closer to his body, (you couldn't help the fact that you were still woefully tired and just a little bit cold). "you love to sleep."

"hm, i'd say it's the opposite, sweets." he murmured, smoothing his hand over the crown of your head. "didn't wanna stop looking at you, my perfect (y/n)."

"gah, stop it...it's so late i don't even know how to respond to that..." you mumbled, shifting your face to hide in his chest. you could feel the vibrations of his laugh in his chest as you buried your face in embarrassment, his long hair tickling your cheeks a bit. "don't laugh at me, you're the one acting weird..."

"sorry sorry~ you're just too cute, i can't help myself." he gently pulled you away from his frame, his eyes finding yours and giving you a soft smile, (it was rare that there wasn't any traces of snarkiness).

"what..." you murmured, feeling as though you were under some kind of scrutiny under his gaze. you could never quite tell what he was thinking, and this was especially true in the dark cover of night when the lack of light in the room shaded his eyes in such a way that you couldn't read them at all.

"'m so lucky to have you. i think god made some kinda mistake giving you to me, but i'm not gonna let anybody try and take you."

"i don't think anybody's gonna try and do that, ran."

"quite the contrary. i think that there are many people who would want to take you as their prize." you rolled your eyes at his words, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair.

"well i'm not planning on being anybody else's 'prize' or whatever...only yours." ran's eyes slowly closed as you cupped his cheek with your hand, his head unconsciously leaning into your touch.

"mm...that's good to hear." he whispered, relishing in your touch for a few moments longer. "all mine..."

"mhm. why don't we go back to sleep now?"

"m'kay..." you giggled a bit at the drowsiness that seemed be suddenly hitting ran, his eyes staying closed as he once again pulled you closer to him, his lanky arms wrapping around you and making sure that you were as close to him as you could be. "...love you..."

"love you more."

"not possible."

"definitely possible."

"i love you more. now go to sleep."

"no, i-mmph!" your words were cut off by ran's lips pressing against yours, his fingers tilting your chin up and effectively shutting you up, (he was so tired, yet he still had energy to do that?).

"go to sleep, (y/n)."

"this isn't over, ran."

"mm, okay~"

a/n: a little drabble b/c i feel bad abt not completing any reqs :( i hope you all enjoyed :3

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | toman members [mentioned: draken, hakkai, mitsuya, pah-chin, peh-yan, takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, baji.], bonten members [mentioned: takeomi, koko, kakucho, sanzu, ran and rindou haitani]

NOTE | headcanons for toman are set in the final timeline! everyone is in their mid/late 20s, happy & alive :) | request

— TOMAN.

When Mikey shows up with a pregnant lady at his side, most of the gang is stunned into silence. Curious gazes are exchanged, then everyone start whispering among each other, trying to make sense of the situation.

At first, nobody really connects the dots. They all assume you must be a friend in need or someone Mikey found and decided to help. They imagine that Mikey took you under his wing and promised to keep you safe – which would explain why he brought you here. Typical Mikey.

Imagine the absolute whiplash when Mikey starts the meeting by introducing you as his wife.

For some of them (especially Draken), it's kind of a hard pill to swallow.

A wave of realization hits him hard and he suddenly feels like he never really knew Mikey after all. His best friend, whom he hangs out with pretty much every day and has been looking after his whole life, has been married this entire time? He can't help but wonder how he missed all the signs and feels a mixture of emotions as he tries to process those unexpected layers of Mikey's life that he never knew existed.

But once he starts to grasp the reasons why Mikey did it, he begins to feel better about it.

He knows that Mikey has always been a responsible and thoughtful young man. The fact that he kept his wife hidden from the gang because he knew your presence might've made you a target for rival gangs or enemies seeking to exploit the slightest vulnerability in his life only made Draken more admirative of Mikey.

Over time, everyone in Toman gets accustomed to the situation and they all grow closer to you, much to Mikey's delight.

Hakkai has yet to get used to seeing you around all the time, but he tries his best. He really likes you and tries not to freeze completely when you talk to him. It's not easy for him, but he does manage to get a few words out when you start a conversation. It's cute to see him make the effort and face his shyness just to be able talk to you.

Baji and Chifuyu are like your personal bodyguards. They treat you like a younger sibling, always looking out for you and stealing you from Mikey to hang out or help with shopping for the baby.

As for Mitsuya, he'll put all his energy into making his own unique pieces of clothing for the baby. Before your child is even born, he's is already envisioning the most adorable designs to keep the little one cozy and stylish at all times. He'll design all sort of cute outfits, knit baby blankets, baby booties, and maybe even craft some nursery decor, because why not.

Everyone quickly realizes that you are an essential pillar of support for Mikey and they, too, end up finding comfort in your presence.

In moments of stress and anxiety, you always know how to calm them down. A gentle touch on the shoulder or a quick pep talk is all it takes to ease the burden from their shoulders. It's as if you have this innate sense of knowing when people need support the most, and you're always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on.

You've practically become Kazutora's best friend and confident, and he often seeks your advice on important decisions. Your bond with him runs deep, forged through shared experiences and the understanding that you have for each other. He knows that you genuinely care about his well-being and will always have his best interests at heart.

After the baby's arrival, Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan turn into the typical pair of bickering uncles, always competing to hold the baby first (because of course, everyone gets to hold your baby at least once a day).

One day, their playful argument escalates and their voices disturb the baby's peaceful sleep, leading to Mikey landing a friendly kick on them, while Draken settles to giving them a rather harsh slap on the back of the head.

In the midst of the chaos, Takemichi eventually gets the privilege of holding the baby first. You could tell he was practically dying to ask, but simply didn't dare to.

You share a special connection with all of Mikey's friends, like a close-knit found family, and each of them wholeheartedly reciprocates your affection.

— BONTEN.

When Mikey holds a meeting to introduce his pregnant partner, the news doesn't really come off as a shock to anyone. Everyone in Bonten is used to sleeping around, and, well, they know that accidents can happen.

Mikey decided to be responsible and keep a prostitute and her baby? Okay, good for him. Maybe not the best decision, but that's none of their business.

What genuinely shocks them however, is finding out that you and your baby are actually far from being a mere accident or casual fling gone wrong.

In fact, you've been Mikey's wife for a little over a year now, and the main motivation behind his decision to introduce you to his gang is to ensure your safety at all times. He can't risk an enemy finding out about you before his allies do, especially now that you're pregnant.

They're not exactly thrilled by the idea of playing babysitter for their boss - but they quickly get used to having you around. (It's not like they have much of a choice anyway)

Takeomi handles you like literal porcelain. He doesn't leave your side, always following you around to make sure you don't trip, fall down the stairs or hurt yourself in any way shape or form.

His attentiveness is primarily driven by your position as the boss's wife rather than personal affection or genuine concern for you, though. He's just doing his job, knowing that any harm happening to you while he's in charge of watching you will result in him getting reprimanded by Mikey. You're a very nice woman, but he'd rather be tasked with more important business - hence the constant huffs and sighs when he's around you.

Koko, on the other hand, grows particularly fond of you and buys pretty much everything you need for yourself and the baby. Whether it be clothes, plushies, furniture for the nursery or your weird pregnancy cravings, he'll get you anything you desire. This baby is going to be spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. (Mikey complains about it more than you do)

Similarly, you and Kakucho develop a significant bond over time, the third-in-command becoming almost like an older brother to you. Among the gang, he stands out as the friendliest and least intimidating, Introducing a comforting and accessible presence in your life, something you've been missing for a while. Although you love Mikey dearly, being his wife presents its own set of difficulties and often leaves you feeling isolated.

Sanzu mostly minds his own business. He does his job and keeps an eye on you, but he has too much respect for Mikey to even consider befriending you. He wouldn't want his boss to get the wrong idea.

He mostly leaves the wifesitting job to the others, preferring to stay by Mikey's side and obey his more thrilling orders.

(And let's be honest, you're not complaining)

The Haitani brothers aren't big on befriending, and yet from time to time they'll buy some stuff for your baby, like little shoes or plushies. (That's mostly Rindou's doing, as he tends to be friendlier than his older brother).

When you find yourself alone at home, they're usually the ones assigned to stay by your front door, ensuring your security.