#i can just imagine hajime's day getting worse and worse

[cubbihue]

When you said that the unluckiest person is most hopeful, it reminded me of Nagito Komaeda. If the universe were combined, do you think he would fair well having Anti Cosmo as his anti fairy?

Funnily enough, I feel like it would be Hajime who would have an anti-fairy companion. I mean, he’s surrounded by extremely skilled people! That would attract bad luck in some way for him. Nagito wouldn’t be good food for anti-fairies. Or Fairies. Or Pixies.

...Honestly, Fairies aren’t quite sure what food he produces. It’s like a weird amalgamation of luck, desire, greed, and all sorts of emotions they can’t disentangle. Like a crockpot gone horribly horribly wrong. Eating any bit of that would make any fairy sick.

Eugh. The hell is wrong with that one.

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[lightaflaem]

𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 [𝐨𝐧𝐞]

content warnings: heavy gore, zombies, infectious disease, mentions of blood, hospitals, cheating, profanity, violence, usage of weapons and guns, mental health problems, implied anxiety attacks, explicit smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, protected sex

word count: 5.5k

summary: just when everyone thought that the flu-like virus which led to a global outbreak four years ago had finally settled down, a new variant struck that escalated rapidly and became out of control. with limited supplies and life at stake, you were left with no choice but to team up with your ex-boyfriend, oikawa tooru, to navigate and seek shelter.

keiya.speaks: this is an entry for @pixelcafe-network 's 2024 spooktober event 🎃

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You wished that all of this was just inside of your head.

You begged the ups that once you open your eyes, you’ll be in your favorite figs scrub suit, caressing your Beckman Coulter DxH 900 hematology analyzer, praying that the reagents would be enough for your hospital’s bed capacity as your laboratory supervisor forgot to place an order for this month’s supplies.

Or maybe wooing your Cobas e601, hoping that your quality control would be in the range of the mean so you would be able to run all your chemistry specimens smoothly. Maybe when you finally open your eyes, you’ll be back inside the laboratory, signing all your patients’ results as a Medical Laboratory Scientist.

However, when your eyelids unfolded and a baseball bat swung towards you that nearly grazed the tip of your nose, you were back in this stinking reality.

“I swear to fucking hell, Tooru, stop spinning the bat like that, you nearly hit me again!” you hissed, trying to avoid the piece of wood for the nth time. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the nip of skin that has been hanging around the bloody barbed wires wrapped around it for heavens knows how long and instantly, you felt your insides turning upside down, nearly throwing the acid of your stomach in disgust. 

“Aww, chibi-chan is annoyed, you’re too cute to be annoyed. You can’t be annoyed at me, darling. You’re stuck with me.” Tooru smiled, his eyes turning crescents while grabbing a few cans of easy-open tuna paella and throwing it into the creaky shopping cart.

You’re back in this reality where everyone around you has turned into a living dead—basically zombies. People might think that this is just a foolish tale told by someone like you however, it wasn’t. When everyone thought that the Corona virus that set the world into a pandemic four years ago had ended, well it hasn’t really ended that well yet.

A new variant mutated and current vaccines didn’t work that much into protecting the people. Eventually. Everyone started getting sick again and the cases doubled, tripled, and continued proliferating like hell. Hospitals were full of patients with flu-like symptoms and quarantine was implemented once again. With the lack of research and scientific approach, never have you ever imagined that the simple flu virus that was once contained will mutate into something more damned, something more hellish—and that is taking over its host’s nervous system and respiratory tract, owning it completely just like the mad cow and rabies disease. At this point, you didn’t really understand it that much because there’s a lot of factors and unknown elements. With that, the once feared virus has already taken over the world again but this time, much worse than the first one.

Two weeks since the virus has flipped Japan 360 degrees, 14 days of being stuck to survive with Oikawa Tooru, your ex-boyfriend. 

Shit happens for real, right? But when that menace, caramel-eyed, 6 footer guy who dragged his best friend, Iwaizumi Hajime, into his shenanigans suddenly showed up in your workplace with a bouquet of flowers 3 years after your break-up, you felt your blood boiling as the last thing you wanted to see is his face.

And another shit happens is that the very same day he showed his arrogant face to you, that’s also the day when the whole city went rabid and everyone suddenly started biting each other as the undead symptoms manifested in most of your emergency room patients. It was like a trigger that suddenly detonated, sending signals to all of the infected to attack.

That’s how you found yourself in an abandoned grocery, picking up some goods before you eventually hit the road to seek a temporary shelter while looking for a permanent one with your ex-boyfriend, who’s now taking advantage of the life or death situation to get closer to you once more.

“Phew, looks like we got everything we needed.”

Your gaze shifted to the items inside the cart. Canned goods, instant meals, protein bars, biscuits, some snacks, bottled waters that could probably last up to a few days depending on the consumption, energy drinks, basic medicine and first aid, batteries, ropes, some toiletries and personal necessities, and a box of condoms.

Box of condoms?

“Oikawa Tooru, you perverted sex animal!” you felt your face heating up despite the broken air conditioner kept on running, setting the whole area into freezing point.

Tooru was laughing his ass off as you picked up and threw the packets of rubber on his chest. He was bursting so much that he dramatically wiped his fake tears.

“We’re in the middle of a fucking apocalypse and you still have the time to pull shitty pranks just like that!” you exclaimed, face puffing in vexation. “If you don’t have a goddamn thing to do—”

“GRRAAAGH!”

“Fuck!”

A squeal leaped out of your mouth as you saw a flesh-rotting guy approaching Tooru from behind. It let out a deafening howl, echoing in the empty store. Its skin was pale, almost white with purple veins popping in its throat up to its face. The pieces of tissue that were decomposing and filled with maggots were falling into the floor, scattering everywhere. Eyes were bloodshot and scarlet red blood was pouring out of its mouth, approaching the both of you with speed. It can fucking run?! 

In an instant, Tooru secured you behind his back and gripped on the bat’s handle with force. As the raving undead approached, he swung the piece of wood with full strength, leaving a huge missing chunk on the man’s head as the muscle flew away due to the impact. Blood spurted out everywhere and you could see pieces of its brain being tangled in the barbed wires. It fell on the ground convulsing before becoming motionless, indicating that it’s already finally dead again.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Tooru’s eyes landed on you, checking you from head to toe.

You were frozen in your place, still trying to comprehend what happened. It wasn’t the first time that you were attacked yet you could still feel your insides being scrambled whenever you’re placed in the exact situation. You felt like you’ll seriously never gonna get used to this scenario.

“Y-yeah, I’m alright. A-are you okay?” you questioned, meeting his brown orbs back. Tooru just laughed hysterically, pushing his hair back and settling the wood just above his shoulders.

“Of course! It’s the grand king after all.”

Piece of shit. You thought. He’s already 27 yet the silly nickname that he was given way back in his junior high volleyball days were still fixated on him. He’s a serious menace.

“C’mon, Iwa’s probably wondering why the hell we’re taking too long. As much as I wanted to say that we took this precious time to make out, I’d rather not.” he commented as he pushed the cart forward. You could see from his back how his gaze changed, sensing if there’s still a threat around you.

When the both of you exited the store, you were greeted by your two companies.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Tobio hurriedly went towards you, examining your physical state. “We heard the noise from outside. We're ready to barge in, you know?”

“Oi. I’m here. Why didn’t you ask me too?” Tooru sniggered in annoyance as the black-haired man continued ignoring him as he was not existing at all. Of course, the former did not let it go and started a childish, rivalry eye to eye against each other.

It was just broken when Iwaizumi squeezed himself in between to check the items inside the cart.

“You guys forgot my snickers, you fuckers.” his forehead creased when he did not catch a glimpse of his favorite chocolate bar that he clearly instructed earlier. You mentally slapped your head as you realized it just now.

“Now Iwa-chan, this is not the right time to freaking enjoy a chocolate bar.”

“Shut the fuck up, you trash. I’ll stuff this cart into your mouth.”

“And I love you too, Iwa-chan!”

Both you and Tobio stood there with a facepalm on your faces as you watched the two best friends bicker with each other in the middle of goddamn ruins. Some people wouldn't be convinced that they have been friends since high school but they really are.

One of the few good things despite the catastrophe is that you somehow luckily ended up with the people you’ve already known. When your workplace turned into madness, Tooru and Hajime managed to pull you away from the crowd of insanity to hide and ended up escaping together safely to the hospital’s parking lot. However, little did the three of you know that there’s also a few undead lurking there. You felt the numbness taking over your body as you recognized some of them as your colleagues—Yamaguchi Tadashi, a nurse on the 6th floor and Sugawara Koshi, a pediatric resident. They were moving mindlessly, drool dripping on their lips as they no longer recognized their own self.

Before Tooru could drag you away from it, a familiar Suzuki Jimny in solid kinetic yellow stopped in front of you. The door flew open, revealing Kageyama Tobio, a phlebotomist and your college friend, screaming to the three of you to get inside the car.

And that’s how you ended up navigating the now ghost roads of Miyagi with these three. The first instinct is to drive to the government facilities in Tokyo to get help; however, it is nearly impossible to reach your destination when you’re unarmed, have no supplies, and do not know what terror lies ahead on those roads. Good thing is that there’s still electricity and water, however, cellular phone signals and wifi are now down so you couldn’t get any help through local authorities. With that, the three of you decided to stick with each other to gather and prepare everything you needed and move little by little at a time.

“Man, you seriously have horrible taste in color.” Tooru spoke to Tobio as he closed the door of his Suzuki Jimny, clearly provoking the younger one instead, all he received was a scoff, ignoring his remark.

“Tooru, stop it.” you berated your ex-boyfriend and blew you a kiss instead that made your eye roll heavenly.

In no time, you’re back on the road with Hajime driving, Tobio on the passenger seat, leaving you and Tooru in the backseat. Your itinerary for today is to find a house to stay in for a few days before finally driving out of Miyagi for good since the last house you went to got infested with undead.

Every night, you get nightmares from the images of the undead. Whenever you dream about it, it’s always detailed to the point that you could smell the malodorous odor of the rotting bodies. The terrifying screams were also echoing in your eardrums that sometimes sent a strike of headache on your head. But sometimes, you also dream about your life before all of this happens. Your happy life whom you’ve worked hard to achieve. Somehow, you managed to pull yourself together otherwise, you’ll lose your sanity and even worse, become one of the undead. However, you really don’t know how long you could still hold yourself in one piece.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Tooru managed to tickle your sides as your mind was hastily floating in cloud nine. You turned to him and saw his soft gaze locking on you. You noticed how his hazel hair that matched the color of his eyes is now cropped into a shorter one compared to its length when you were still dating him three years ago. He’s also wearing a graded specs now whom you did not recall him having one before. His pointed nose and chiseled jaw are now more prominent due to the weight and baby fats he lost. Arms and body became more muscular, skin got a little tanner than usual probably because of his training in Argentina as a professional volleyball player.

Tooru’s really handsome. He’s got the type of attractiveness where you’ll look over your shoulders to glimpse at him once again whenever he passes by. Despite his childish personality, he’s really kind and a gentleman that made him easy to penetrate inside the heart of his crowd. He’s got the aura wherein he can bring the best out of you when you’re with him. He's like the daylight you’ll see when you reach the end of the night sky.

Your relationship with him was stable. You fight but all the arguments are talked and reflected thoroughly. He always gives you whatever you want and need. Handles your tantrums very well and does not hold grudges against you or anyone else. He makes sure that he can show and make you feel all the love languages he could ever think of. He’s the best boyfriend and best friend you’ve ever had. It was so strangely stable to the point that you thought that he’s the one you’ll marry. However, when he accidentally left his phone in your apartment and you caught a glimpse of a contact with a picture of a girl asking if he had fun last night with her on his text messages, your dream of marrying him and being each other’s end game shattered.

He tried calling and chasing you for almost a week after that but you didn’t give him a chance to explain, knowing that only bullshit will come out of his mouth after he blatantly cheated on you just like that. After that, the only news you heard about him is that he’s flying to Argentina to turn his dreams into reality of becoming a professional volleyball player. He never tried contacting you again after that, not even once.

Three years later, he finally achieved his dreams as he’s all over the news as the best setter CA San Juan has ever had and now he’s suddenly back as if nothing happened between the two of you, alive and kicking. 

“Nothing, just tired.” you lied, not having any energy left to converse with him. You felt a calloused, warm hand placed above your left elbow, thumb caressing your skin. Your eyes flew and saw Tooru’s bruised and wounded hand attempting to soothe yours. “What the hell—”

“It’ll be alright, Y/N. I promise you. We’ll get through this, just like we always have.” he left out a soft yet reassuring smile before releasing your arm. You don’t know why but you felt like a hope ignited inside you. A sense of solace hit as you felt that Tooru never once had second thoughts in you. 

You find yourself erupting a small smile. There’s indeed hope despite the darkest times.

Standing in front of a 2-storey modern house, you clutched your baseball bat as you prepared yourself for a possible undead atack. It wasn’t that big but it’s enough for a family of three to live in. The exterior has a monochrome color palette with wooden doors and tinted glass windows that reflect your worn out states. It also has a balcony that has a few clothes hanging on the railing.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Hajime looked up at the towering building.

“I hope so.” Tobio answered, leading towards the door.

Slowly, Tobio twisted the automated door knob that surprisingly opened without any difficulty. The four of you exchanged looks, swallowing the balling lump in your throats as you set a foot inside the house. You were greeted by an eerie silence upon entering the abandoned house. It was decorated with lavish interiors and monochromatic palette, matching with the exteriors. The floor is made with oak wood and the walls are marble that added extra fire to the aesthetics. The second floor has a bathroom, one master bedroom, a guest room with two beds and a balcony that faces the streets. Overall, it’s a nice house and seems like the owner is well-off based on their residence.

Hajime and Tooru checked the second floor and found nothing but a few pieces of clothes that seemingly belonged to a man. However, inside the closet of the master bedroom, they found a leather bag of guns, ammunition and a copy of the firearm’s registration. You were not knowledgeable that much in firearms but you immediately recognized AK-47, M16, and the famous Smith & Wesson Model 27 that you once saw in the anime Banana Fish.

“Damn, so those really exist in real life.” Tooru made an exaggerated comment as the weapons were carefully being laid in the long coffee table by Tobio.

“We’re already in an apocalypse, you shithead. Guns like these are more realistic than this fucking hell situation.” Hajime retorted, blood is always boiling at his best friend’s idiocratic remarks.

“Let’s just keep these in one place and take it once we’re moving away. For now, let’s stick with our current weapons so we can utilize everything at once.” you proposed, earning quick nods from the boys.

“Ah, my darling is so clever! Come and give me a hug.” attempting to cage you in his chest, you quickly dodged your ex-boyfriend's arms and pointed the baseball bat a few inches away from his face.

“Don’t you dare touch me, Oikawa.”

“Why? You loved my touches. You were begging for my touch—”

“Shut it!”

You shused him by swiftly covering his mouth with your right hand. You could feel his lips twitching against your touch, eyes forming a curve as he smiled infuriatingly.

“Love birds, take your business upstairs. Me and Tobio will share the guest room, the two of you in the master bedroom so you can make peace with your demons. Don’t think of bitching up because I ain’t taking any shit today.” Hajime firmly said before grabbing the weapons one by one to store them in the small compartment under the coffee table. You felt your face being flushed with much embarrassment as the two guys witnessed your bantering. Tobio was about to appeal but he met the death stare of Hajime, making him pursed his lips.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you shared a room with your ex-boyfriend. The whole 14 days with him, you either get your own space or share a room with all of them. That's why your vital organ is now leaping so hard that it might jump out of your ribcage.

After arranging and dividing the supplies so that it can last for a few days, the four of you improvised a barricade on the door and covered the window so that you wouldn’t see the streets outside that holds a few abandoned cars, splurt of blood on the road, decomposing human pieces, and some bodies that are unrecognizable.

Seeing the first-aid kit that you grabbed earlier in the kitchen counter, the memory of Tooru’s wounded and bruised hand suddenly flashed in your mind. Without a second thought, you found yourself getting ice from the functional freezer and wrapping it in a clean cloth before wetting the piece of fabric so that the cold temperature could easily penetrate. In no time, you were now standing in front of the master’s bedroom, slowly peeking to see if Tooru’s awake.

You saw him sitting on the edge of the bed that is facing the door, clutching a polaroid film in his hand. His face is blank yet a void of sadness was swarming in his brown eyes as he sighed and kept the picture back in his wallet. Your lips parted as you recognized that he’s still using the wallet you gifted him on his last birthday before you broke up.

“Tooru?” you spoke, casually pushing the door. “Can I come in?”

He let out a chuckle. “Of course you can.”

With that, you slid your body inside the room. His eyes were fixated on you as you sat down beside him, placing the kit on your lap. Your hands were trembling as you reached for him, which he willingly lifted without any question, gently patting the iced towel on his bruises that he probably got from mishandling the baseball bat.

“Wow, never have I ever imagined that I’ll get a special treatment from a medical laboratory scientist. You know you can just kiss the boo boo and it’ll go away instantly.” he winked, making you roll your eyes at him again.

“Shut up. My treatment fee is really expensive for idiots like you.” picking up the disinfectant, you slowly rubbed it on the sides of the small cuts with a clean cotton ball, earning a winced from him as the sting penetrated the wound.

Tooru was silent the whole time you’re icing and dressing his hand. He knows that whenever you're doing something healthcare related, you don’t want to be disturbed as you pour your hundred percent concentration into it. He knows this better than you.

“You never gave me a chance to explain myself, Y/N.” he opened up when he saw you finished sealing the wrapped gauze pad around his palm. “At least let me explain this time. I cannot swallow the fact that we’re already in the middle of this goddamn situation and you still haven’t got the peace of mind you deserve.”

You could feel his stare burning at you. When you met his eyes, it was full of perseverance as if he’s not going to let you exit the room without listening to his explanation. To be honest, you really don’t know to yourself why you’re refusing to hear his side. Maybe you’re afraid of the confrontation. Maybe you’re scared of the fact that he cheated and he’s going to confess it in front of your face. Maybe you’re rejecting the reality that Oikawa Tooru did cheat on you with somebody else.

Gathering all your strength, you let out a deep exhale before speaking. “Give me a reason not to kick you out of this room.”

Tooru’s demeanor changed when he heard those words. It was hard for him to gain your trust once again after everything but if he’s given the chance, he will never let go and prove himself to be worthy of your heart once again.

“It was a prank.” he started, making your face puzzled. “It was a fucking shitty prank pulled by my teammate, Kindaichi. I remember him doing the same thing to Kunimi before but we all laughed it off since Kunimi’s single. I don’t remember when he did it but I think when I left my phone in the locker. He changed his number’s contact photo and name into a girl’s name. After that I went straight to your apartment. I seriously forgot the existence of my phone that day since we’re really having fun and I was late for my practice the next day. When Kindaichi heard that I left my phone somewhere, he texted it and that’s the part where you saw it and thought that I was cheating on you. I confronted him after that with Iwa-chan. That's why I know all of it and he said sorry. I never spoke to him after that.”

He let out a sad smile. “That’s basically everything. I tried contacting you, calling, messaging, and waited outside of your apartment for three hours but you weren’t there. I really wanted to talk with you because we both know that I’ll be leaving for Argentina in a few weeks but yeah, it happened and we can’t really change anything about it anymore.”

Tooru’s bandaged hands slowly made its way to yours, clasping both of his palms on your hands. “I’m so sorry that I let it go just like that. I know that I’m three years late but if there’s anything that I can do to make everything right again, I’ll prove it to you in any way you want just to trust me once again. Even as just friends…Y/N, you’re the best girlfriend and best friend I ever had in my whole life and thinking about everything that happened between us and how it ended just like that puts me in misery.”

Fuck. you thought. You don’t know if the world is playing with your vulnerability right now but after hearing everything, you feel like you’re stoned in your place. You feel like your insides are being scrambled and you wanted to vomit every single thing you ate for the last 14 days with him. All this time, it was a prank. A fucking prank that caused so much damage in both of your lives and relationship. A prank that made you lose your former significant other. And the most fucked up thing about it was you could’ve done something to prevent your relationship from crumbling down. It was completely in your control yet you let him slip away from your finger. If it wasn’t for your stubbornness, Oikawa Tooru is still your partner until today.

“Shit! Y/N, I—sorry! Fuck, please don’t cry.” Tooru panicked when he saw the pooling liquid in your eyes start streaming down your cheeks, eventually wetting both of your hands. You didn’t even realize that you were already a crying mess as you hollow your cheeks to prevent the pitiful sobs escaping your mouth.

With much fragility, Tooru enclosed your trembling body into a warm hug that instantly melted all the pain you’ve been feeling. You could hear your hearts beating together against each other’s chest.

“It’s okay. We’re okay now. I finally found you again. I love you so damn much, Y/N.” he whispered in your ear, right hand caressing your back.

After a few minutes of staying in that position, you finally calmed your hurricane. You pulled away, greeting his worried eyes with your puffy and red ones. Upon meeting his gaze, you felt your heart soften as Tooru’s caramel ones penetrated in yours. His lips formed into a small smile when he saw the way you looked at him.

He will never forget those doe eyes of yours. The very first time he saw your eyes, he instantly fell in love and he knows deep inside that he’ll keep on falling in love with you in every chance he gets. In every universe and in every lifetime, his heart only belongs solely to you.

Your faces acted on their own, slowly moving towards each other until your warm lips clasped with each other. The tension that was middling the two of you finally broke today. It started gentle, lips moving together in sync not until Tooru’s hand grabbed your jaw, lightly turning your face to the side to deepen the kiss as he explored the cave of your mouth that he hasn’t tasted for years.

You pushed yourself above him, finally straddling his lap and wrapping both of your arms around his neck as the innocent kiss suddenly turned into a heated one. Tooru would lie if he said that he didn’t miss all of this. The feeling of being intimate with someone that he hasn't given a chance after your break up because he doesn’t want to do this thing if it’s not with you.

Grinding yourself against him, you felt the growing bulge that was now poking your heated core. You couldn’t help but to let out a soft moan that made Tooru halt his action. It turned him on.

“Y/N, do you want to do this?” he asked, eyes now filled with lust. You nodded, wiping the corner of your mouth. You could feel your cheeks firing up as embarrassment crept in your soul for wanting him.

“Words, love. I need your consensual words.” he commanded you.

Despite the awkwardness you’re feeling, you couldn’t help yourself especially when you felt him fully erected under you. “Y-yes, Let’s do this.”

That’s all it takes for Tooru to gently place you in the bed and continue kissing your unattended mouth. His hands started roaming around your breasts, squeezing both of it tenderly that earned another moan from you. You felt him smirking against the kiss before he humped above you, aligning his clothed bulge that was restraining against his jeans and rubbing it against your clothed pussy.

It ignited a pool of wetness as you felt the hardness being rubbed in you.

“H-hgggh…Shit,” you cursed, eyes shutting from the luscious friction.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m so hard for you.” Tooru said as he massaged your core with his hand. He felt the wetness leaking from your clothes that made him bite his lip in horniness.

He went down from his position as he pulled the hem of your scrub suits down, completely removing your bottom garment that revealed your wet panties. Tooru mentally cursed at his view. All he did was kiss and teased you and yet, you’re already a pooling mess for him. The way how your body reacts to you is driving him insane.

Slender fingers started circling around your clothed core that sent a jolt of pleasure in your body, making your back arch. Tugging the only piece of your bottoms down, he successfully removed the clothing swiftly. He was welcomed with your dripping pussy for him. He didn’t waste another second and devoured it hungrily, tongue nibbling your clit.

“Ahh!” you let out a loud moan as his warm muscle made contact with your pussy. He was licking and placing soft kisses before alternating it with sharp circles by his tongue. The way he glides his mouth against it was driving you in nuts, almost making you see stars.

“Shit shit Tooru, it feels so good!” you did hesitate to let out another moan when he inserted a finger inside you. When he felt that your walls adjusted to it, he slid another one before moving his digits in and out.

You don’t know what to feel due to the intense pleasure that was being thrown at you when he started scissoring his fingers inside. You felt like you could cum with just his fingers. Tooru’s eyes never left your sight and watched how you’re taking his fingers really good.

“F-fuck, Tooru. Please! I want you…Fuck me! I want to come in your dick,” you pleaded messily as you felt your stomach being tied in knots.

With that, he took his fingers out and started stripping his bottoms. His aching hardened cock finally freed itself and slapped against his abdomen. This wasn’t the first time that you saw Tooru naked and this wasn’t definitely the first time that you saw his member but shit, its length and size never fails to amaze you.

Quickly grabbing his wallet, he took out a piece of rubber which you quickly recognized.

“You really took the condoms earlier?” you asked, eyeing at the packet of condom that is now being torn from its packaging.

“Just a few pieces. For emergency.” he grinned as he slid the rubber on his dick without any problem. You laughed as you already expected that from him.

Positioning himself between your legs, he grabbed the shaft and started rubbing the tip against your pussy, almost teasing you. The damn idiot was smirking the whole time and slammed his dick inside you that made you yelp.

“Fuck! Tooru, what the hell?!”

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

He started rocking his hips slowly before picking a consistent pace that made him groan in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet, Y/N. Fuck love, I love you and your pussy so much.” he said in between the thrust like he’s worshiping your whole self. You let out a chuckle that was replaced with erotic sounds as he started thrusting in a much faster pace. You felt your walls being stretched out but at the same time, it felt so good that his dick’s the one who’s stretching you out. Tooru found your g-spot in between the thrust that earned you a loud moan as the waves of electricity slammed your body.

“Yes! There! I-it’s so good! Y-you’re so good!” you moaned out as the same spot was abused by his dick repeatedly.

You felt that he’s nearing because his thrust became incredibly faster and impatient. His face was now grunting as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, lips parted in pleasure. Your stomach starts hardening as your core feels like it’s going to combust anytime. Your insides are tightening so much, indicating that you’re also nearing.

“T-tooru, M’gonna c-cum,”

“Me too, love. Me too.”

He replied incoherently, thrusting a few times more before pulling his member out, coming inside the piece of latex. You also released the coil that is forming inside you before he could even pull his dick out.

The both of you were panting so hard with your legs trembling and chest heaving. Tooru collapses on your top with a smile, kissing your lips once more before burying his face on your neck.

“I love you, Y/N.” he said, which made you let out a genuine smile.

Meanwhile, across the wooden door of the master’s bedroom, Tobio was standing with two cups of your favorite 3-in-1 iced coffee that was meant for you and him, right hand completely frozen on the doorknob’s surface as he listened to the alternating erotic moans launching from each other’s mouth while making love.

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cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime

kinktober day one: fingering

word count. 2.9k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end

♪ freak - lana del rey.

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Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.

It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.

Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.

It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.

He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.

You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.

He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.

And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.

Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.

At night.

When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.

"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.

But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."

"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."

You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"

"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."

You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.

"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."

Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"

His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."

He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."

Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—

"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."

Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.

"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."

Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.

"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.

"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.

"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"

It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.

He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"

You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—

Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"

You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.

"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"

"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."

His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."

"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.

"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"

You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"

Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.

He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.

He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."

Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.

Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.

It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.

Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.

"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."

He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.

Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."

Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.

"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."

You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."

Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"

"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.

Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.

The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"What should I—"

"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."

The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.

He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.

"Nngh, oh—hah..."

Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—

One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.

"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."

"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."

Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.

"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"

He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.

You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.

"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."

"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."

Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.

You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."

Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."

Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.

"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."

[theamityelf]

Speaking of underrated Yandere characters... what about Makoto? What would he be like as a Yandere? Can we even yan-ify the lad? I imagine the amount of power he has as Ultimate Hope (if this is post-everything) could be wielded in a real scary fashion... but at the same time, Makoto has so little malice in his body I'm really struggling to think of actual harmful yan-yan activities he could do that wouldn't just make me want to pinch his cheeks and go, "You're adorable!" ....Maybe that's a skill issue on my side, though. Since I find everything Makoto does to be babygirl

OKAY, let's do this. 🤩

As you've kind of observed, this needs to be divided into Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto vs. Post-THH Yandere Makoto. (There's a gap in there, between the Tragedy and the end of THH, because anything he does as a yandere while locked in Hope's Peak would be less interesting and so I'm ignoring that time period.)

I'm trying to keep this as in-character as possible, so I should say, before I begin, that it's also possible to go a "Makoto's canon personality is a front to cover his creepy yandere side" route, instead. That just wasn't my choice for this post. There are a lot of ways to go with this, and I'm kind of zeroing in on one interpretation.

(You can read this as x Reader; the best canon character to use as the darling for this is probably Hajime or some other non-Ultimate character.)

Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto: The yandere side doesn't kick in until they're in an established relationship. Makoto is pretty great at pining and having unrequited feelings for people; pre-Tragedy, I'm willing to say there's a generous off-ramp where the person doesn't return Makoto's feelings and nothing comes of it.

Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto, the trap only closes if he starts to date the person or get close to them in a way that is understood to be romantic, at which point his behavior is...extremely considerate. Or I should say, extremely thoughtful; considerate implies there are robust boundaries.

It's like, he's constantly giving his darling things they'll like, or things that remind him of them.

He of course doesn't announce to his classmates that he's dating someone; they notice the change in indirect ways (since he still doesn't talk about himself or his life that much). They notice he's often in a noticeably good mood, and he's often going above and beyond to accommodate his darling's needs. (The more true this is, the worse it'll be later.)

If his darling likes a certain musician, he's finding a way to get them sold-out concert tickets. (Maybe it's Ibuki's old group, and he has to do her homework for a week to get her to call them to get him tickets.) If his darling is home sick from school, he's making sure he has their notes for the day and doing favors for Teruteru to get them some soup and just generally, the vibe is, "Wow, Makoto really likes this person; he's going all out. They're so lucky. He's so great."

So, if the person ever tries to break up, some of Makoto's less scrupulous friends are going to be a serious obstacle.

Something like, Byakuya ordering them to take Makoto back, like, "His birthday is coming up, I didn't know what to get him, so I bought the bank that owns your house. Take him back, or I'll evict you."

Kyoko doesn't blackmail them, but she does some standard detective-ish stalking, enough to be like (if it's Hajime), "I wondered why you would break up with him, but then I found this [Kamukura Project signup sheet]. Needless to say, I think he'd like to know that the reason wasn't anything to do with him. I'll be taking this with me."

Mondo not explicitly threatening them but cornering them and asking a bunch of questions. "So, what gives? There's no way he fvckin' cheated; he was practically doodling your name in hearts 'n sh!t. So what's the problem?" (And Fuyuhiko might pull a similar thing. Makoto makes a lot of friends.)

If his darling tells him what his friends are doing on his behalf, he'll just smile sheepishly like, "Oh, sorry about that," and do nothing to stop them. He didn't tell them to do any of it, because he doesn't have to, and he kind of knows that and lowkey uses it.

Post-THH Yandere Makoto: Post-THH, the opt-out isn't there; if he's spending enough time with someone to develop feelings for them, his friends notice the change in his mood and that's pretty much a wrap, whether they start dating or not. "You can't leave. I haven't seen him this happy since before the killing game." "With everything the world is taking from him, he deserves one thing."

In either case, he's a very persuasive yandere. It's easy to explain away any clinginess or off behavior he shows. Anything he does personally (as in, not via being-sad-around-his-friends), he does for a reason. His yandere self is a weird parody of normalcy, where keeping tabs on the person he loves makes sense for a lot of reasons that seem obvious when he says them in that simple, innocent way, but he'll look away shyly if the person he loves were to take their shirt off.

Anything he can't explain away, he'll just apologize for. He's a really easy person to get along with. He adapts to people very well, and he has molded himself around his darling.

He catches them in a lie– even just a normal lie, like exaggerating what time they got back to their room after school, work, or whatever else –and gladly accepts any reasoning for it, and it always seems like he's the one being taken advantage of, because he's always so eager to accept his darling's excuses, but hey, why were you able to point out the lies in the first place, Makoto? And why did you?

Example:

"Yeah, sorry I didn't answer your text. I didn't get out of my study group until, like, 9pm, and by that point I was just too exhausted to check my phone."

"Really? That's weird. Chihiro told me you got out at about 5:45. And I heard that you were scrolling Instagram on your way to your room."

"...Yeah...Well I just...I accidentally checked my texts during study group, so by the time I got out, everything was marked as read and I forgot to text back."

"I figured it was something like that. No hard feelings! It's not like it was an emergency or anything. Hey, I got you something from the school store...!"

[kiwibongos]

i dont really infodump in general at all but im doing it cus i need some ideas off my chest. do you freak with angst? perhaps an unhappy ending?

// sdr2 chapter 5+ending spoilers ig. also kuzuhina au baybee

so i had an idea of like. what if nagito DID actually bomb the island, taking everyone out alongside himself?

so when nagito finds out that he alongside all the other participants (aside from chiaki) are remnants of despair he just wants to end everything for good bc he doesnt think the ones he called "symbols of hope" deserved to live. so bombs are spread all around the islands forreal this time, and hes still just as vague and ominous, never really specified how many bombs there were, what island it was on, and left it up to the survivors to try and figure it out. so they'd all been searching for days, but to no avail, and at the very last moment when fuyuhiko finds them at the military base (nagito had just freshly died + placed them on the truck), he drags the others there to check it out. once nagito's video message to them ends, the bombs go off alongside a chain of other explosions across every island. the remaining survivors ran out of the factory, barely on time, and everything started crumbling around them, and all the others were downed one by one, crushed underneath falling structures with no time to be saved

but somehow haj and fuyu survived (who were farther away and had more time to react), the others dying right in front of their own eyes. but they ran away, retreating to the warehouse immediately. and hajime just takes a minute to crumble in fuyuhikos arms wishing he couldve saved them. until they hear music echoing in the warehouse. they walk down, and past a curtain, they find nagitos body with a spear through his head. (the fire/poison didnt go off btw, it wasnt really necessary in his plan.)

im sure u can imagine hajime was fucking raging at that point just breaking down and stressing out, how mad he was at nagito for running away like this and inflicting all this pain onto everyone, and monokuma let him do it since yknow, technically he couldnt punish him for a crime he hadnt committed yet, and all this happened in a matter of minutes. but fuyuhiko snaps him out of his panic for a second and knocks something through hajimes head, and the realization hits; it’s just them now. they’re the only ones left

and neither of them know what to do

but their first thought was to get out of this factory as fast as possible, so thats the first thing they do, navigating through the fire and leaving the entire fifth island, and hope that maybe they can find a way out of here, or ask monokuma or monomi for help (since the island is in shambles, they must have to let them go right?), so they wander around, hoping maybe then something would happen, but there wasn't any sight of monokuma or monomi. the fire kept on spreading, the smoke was getting worse, so fuyuhiko and hajime eventually retreat back at the military base (one of the few places untouched by the bombs) so they could catch their breath, collect their thoughts, and make a plan (or hopefully monokuma would come to them, if they stay in one place.)

they just kinda sit inside of a garage for a while, talk a little and comfort eachother through it, hajime is crushed by guilt and horror, but he realizes they wont accomplish anything just by sitting here. and if he couldnt save the others, he can save him and fuyuhiko. so haj leaves fuyuhiko in the garage with determination to think of something to get them off this island somehow. he looks for ways of escape, like the helicopter outside, but no fuel. he looks for materials or tools for a boat, but the island had been extremely lacking in that, everything was either burned or missing by now, so even their most plausible idea was destroyed. when hajime returns to the garage in a panic, pacing around, fuyuhiko realizes they arent getting off this island. they cant wait here forever. but hes known this for a while, and he knows what he has to do now

eventually, he hands hajime a pistol(acquired from the truck of firearms outside), and asks him to kill him so it could finally be over

obviously hajime refuses at first, but fuyuhiko begs him, because he isn’t a good person and he doesn’t have much else to live for, while hajime has singlehandedly saved everyones asses, he deserved to escape more than anyone else here, he basically tells him 'its time you take care of yourself.' by now, hajime was crying, but they’ve been at this dead end for so long, he knew he had to do it or else they’d never be getting off this island. so hajime just had to accept it, so he just holds him close, says his final goodbyes before making it quick for him

pulling that trigger hurt him more than anything, knowing he'd failed to the end, but anyway boom monokuma comes out congratulating him, ends the simulation, and hajime is the winner

also postgame babey; when things end here, hajime would wake up from the simulation, and since he never got to choose his own future alongside everyone else, he wakes up as izuru kamukura, inside the abandoned pod room. he's not entirely empty i think, izuru and hajime still would have "merged" afterwards, but his memories of the simulation are very fuzzy very quickly, so hajime is somewhere in there, mourning, justi n the deepest parts of his mind. but thats a whole thing to get into. the survivors, fuyuhiko, and everything that happened, are just kind of like a vague nightmare that sticks with you no matter how much you try to forget it

but he just leaves the pod room, and lurks around the city without any other purpose to serve anymore, all alone. the future foundation hasnt found him since

edit: side note i was really back and forth on it for a while but i finally wrote this into a fic lol. the brainrot consumes

[thatoldstandby]

Top 5 Gundam series

Top 5 Gundam designs

Oh this is fun. Luckily I have Top 5 Gundams (from an unrelated thing a few years ago) already prepped. First off, series, in (very) loose Order:

Mobile Suit Z Gundam - I think it's probably Tomino's best long-form Gundam. The characters and arcs are great and follow excellently from where they were left off in 0079, the action is good, the designs are top-tier. The new characters are good. It's as brutal as it needs to be. Jerid is the most hilariously pathetic rival, which he should be. As much as Tomino's weirdness about women is present, it's not as bad as it would get later. Plus this is the first Gundam series I owned and I still love that boxset, even if I'm not 100% sure where it is these days.

Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket - I think this is the best Gundam thing period. In five episodes it tells a moving narrative that ties the two major themes of the Gundam franchise (The inhumanity and horrors of war and humanities inability to communicate such that the aforementioned horrors are prevented) into a super tight five episode format. It also features mechanical designs from Yutaka Izubuchi, and I love them all. Of note, the Zaku II never looked better, the Kaempfer is one of the only good Zeonic suits, and the NT-1 Alex is one of my favorite Gundam designs period. What a perfect show, especially when paired with hamburger.

Mobile Fighter G Gundam - The first AU Gundam, a straightforward martial arts inspired tournament full of hot-blooded revenge and screaming. Given that I was watching it as it aired on Toonami, it's full of nostalgia with me, but unlike Wing, I think this has aged better? Not necessarily perfectly; a lot of the Gundam's designs rely on national stereotypes, which isn't a great look and is more than a bit racist. Neo Mexico's Gundam is called the Tequila Gundam, for example, but conversely, Neo America's Maxter Gundam is a football player with six-shooters that can turn into a boxer, so who's to say if it's bad. For what it's worth, it seems to have a sense of humor about itself, and it handles the two aforementioned themes of the Gundam franchise in a unique way that's actually kind of uplifting at the end of the day.

Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn - The story is kind of a mess, especially that last episode; the McGuffin sucks; Bananas Link and Full Frontal are terrible pro- and an- tagonists respectively. But even so! I love so much of the side cast in this. Audrey is great, Marida may be the best cyber newtype character in the franchise, and it's in general really good (up until that last episode). More than that though, the main mechanical designer behind the series is Hajime Katoki, who is far and away my favorite Gundam mechanical designer. I adore his takes on the series and his general design aesthetic, which is really distinctive. It's also one of the reasons I love the Ver. Ka Gunpla lines. Of note, this is only about the OVA version; I'm aware they chopped and screwed it a bit for a full series release afterwards, but I can't imagine the pacing actually holds up in that format.

Gundam Build Fighters - It's a fun Saturday Morning Cartoon that knows exactly what it wants to be and hits that perfectly. It's set in a world where the predominant exhibition sport is building custom Gunpla and then destroying them in fights with other people's Gunpla, and the world economy seems to be entirely based around the concept. It's just fun, and full of obvious love for Gundam as a franchise. The Build series also gets progressively worse, to the point that I stopped watching after Divers because of some of it's plot choices.

As to specific Gundams, in a still super-lose but slightly more ordered list....

RX-78-06 Mudrock Gundam (Mobile Suit Gundam: Zeonic Front) - I don't fully know why I love this as much as I do, but I do. It's one of the (many) Grandpa Gundam variants added in in the side materials, which generally annoys me, but not here apparently. I think I dig the primary dark blue color? Idk. It's just a thing.

RX-93 Nu Gundam (Char’s Counterattack) - This one I know why I love. It's the Fin Funnels, specifically in the Fin Funnel rack. They're cool conceptually, they animate wonderfully, and they add a neat bit of flavor to a classic Gundam design. Special shout outs to having a bunch of great spin-off designs. The RX-93-v2 Hi-Nu is a beautiful design that may be better than the Nu depending on how it's designed, and the RX-94 Mass Produced Type Nu has a really unique color scheme that works better than it has any right to.

AGX-04 Gerbera Tetra (Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory) - In my notes for the other thing, I left this at "the only good Zeonic design," which is unfair because the Kaempfer also exists, and doubly unfair because it was designed as a Gundam initially and then hastily turned into a Zeonic unit to make a quick buck. But it's good! I'm not 100% sure why this works for me and so many other Zeon-style suits don't. Shame about it being in a bad OVA though.

RX-0 Unicorn Gundam (Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn) - The Unicorn is two suits in one, and I love both. Unicorn mode is kind of bland given that it's all white, but it's broken up by greebling implied by the panel lines, and it looks excellent. Super clean. Like if Apple made a Mobile Suit (which I also mean derogatorily, I get the complaints about it.) And then it has a sailor moon transformation into Destroy mode, where it's closer to a classic Gundam design, what with the V-fin and face mask, but it's still super clean with the white and red highlights.

RX-80-PR Pale Rider (Mobile Suit Gundam Side Story: Missing Link) - I think this is just a really cool GM-style grunt unit. This feels really tacticool to me in a way that I love, kind of like the RGM-96X Jesta.

MRC-F20 SUMO (Turn A Gundam) - Bonus sixth entry because it's my list. The SUMO is super cool looking and piloted by maybe the best Char clone. I really need to watch Turn A.

[review-anon]

I'd say that part of it also has to do with the fact that we KNOW that she's going out of her way to target the descendants of our group and warp them in ways that are a direct middle finger to them. Miwa, a victim of rape, has her descendant turned into a hypersexual rapist (Shuichi's Love Hotel and Kiibo's "mateinence"). Kikue, for the crime of using Tsumugi as a villian in her stories, had her grandson turned into a serial killer either on par, or even worse than Kanade, just for Wallpaper-chan's sick incest fetish. And those are just a few examples. I'm going to quote what I said to Hajime about the matter, "Honestly, the reason why we hate Wallpaper-Chan more than the Despair sisters could be summarized in one word. Legacy. The way she ruined your legacy as well as those of everyone you hold dear, and how she stained the legacy of all the hundreds of children wrapped up in the KGs, to us at least, is far more egregious than anything Junko could ever imagine".

That I can understand, after all we have grown to love the ASOOT cast and they are as much a part of our family as we are to them. After all the reason half the children in ASOOT even exist is due our shipping antics and the fact we are also trying to get the grandchildren born. As such while the Quantum Crew do find the Anons annoying at times, they are a intergal part of their lives and have grown to love them as much as we love them. After all, we Anons are like the supreme godfathers of all the ASOOT descendants.

So to have a villian target them and not just kill them, but then shape their very personalities in extremely spiteful ways just to be petty. Korekiyo is one example but Angie, who made fun of Tsumugi lots of times gets turned into a blood islander cultist because Tsumugi has very thin skin, its easy to see why the Anons reacted with such venom towards Tsumugi, as not even Junko would be this spitful. Unfortunately and I don't like saying this, but it makes Tsumugi very human because while there's a lot of emotions that we share with other creatures in the world; spite I consider to be a very human emotion as no other animal will go the lengths that we humans do just to fuck someone over we don't like.

At the same time though, I still find the hatred to be extremely disproportional and while again I don't know what happens in Dianthus Memory, in a way I say Tsumugi ultimately won over the Anons, as she made them stoop the same deprived levels that she went to. While I don't believe in the whole "You are one bad day away from being just like me" as its just plain stupid, given how the Anons themselves are NOT affected by Tsumugi's plans, merely being passengers in the whole thing, I do think she was able to make them as twisted as her.

[nan0ka]

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇♡𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄⁵

summary. imagine getting sick. it's the worst day of your life, but also not that bad

content. highschool au, fluff, slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, umemiya may seem ooc, little angst.

wordcount. 2.57k

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　THE chirping of birds woke you up as you slowly opened your eyes. And the first thing you felt, was dizziness. The tiredness in your body was so strong, you couldn't even move one muscle. It's like being tied to bed. You groaned and shut your eyes again, not feeling too well. As you opened your eyes for the second time everything was blurry. You hate it. You hate being half blind. You hate being tied to bed.

But seems like you caught a cold. Or worse, fever. It's so hot under your blanket and the wet towel over your forehead was also warm. It's also cold. Very cold. And at the same time it's so hot. You knitted your eyebrows slightly at this unpleasant feeling. Right now, you felt helpless. Helpless enough that you want to break down again and cry. But you can't even cry properly.

If you're being honest. This must be the worst experience ever. Worst day ever. Your mouth and throat feels like a dry desert. However, you don't even know where your bottle of water is. You can't even move. How are you going to drink? Are you going to die? By being too dehydrated? This is the worst experience ever. "W-Wa...er." you can't even say the word water right. You're going insane.

"H-Ha- me." your eyes began to burn again as you wanted to toss and turn around, yet you don't have any power to. The last word you're going to say in this life is definitely Hajime.

You're going to die.

It took all your efforts to turn your head to the side and first thing you noticed were flowers in a vase on top of your nightstand. You're pretty sure you did not put those outstanding flowers in such a hideous-looking vase. Suddenly the door was slammed open and you watched how your childhood friend comes through your door with a beautiful pink apron.

"Oh, [name]-chan is already awake!" he smiles brightly and walked towards your bed. "I cooked your favorite, Okayu!" It wasn't your favorite, but you quite like it.

With that he placed the dish on your nightstand and sat on the edge of your bed. "How are you feeling?" Umemiya asked while gently laying his hand against your forehead. "Hmm... You still have high fever. But luckily, your fever reduced!" he helps you sit up by putting his arm under your back before making sure you're sitting comfortable. "You should get more often sick, then I can take care of you!"

"..." you glared at him. Actually- you tried. It's still hard for you, because you're a sick person right now. If you weren't, then you'd definitely punch him.

"I'm just kidding!" he chuckled jokingly. He wasn't joking.

You panted heavily while using your arm as a support to sit up. It felt like your body has no bones and would only consist of organs and meat. You could easily puke out everything you've eaten the past days. "I should let you sleep more, shouldn't I?" his voice was laced with worry. "But you haven't eaten yesterday. You slept through the day. What should I do?"

"...water." a single word left your lips and your mouth was dry again.

"Yeah, you're right!" he nods his head motivated and grabbed the bottle of water next to your bed before opening it and helping you drink.

Never in your seventeen years of living have you drunk your water so quickly. You coughed as soon as the bottle left your lips. He chuckled and patted your back gently. And it got worse, because your stomach began to growl. Now you really can die out of embarrassment. "Wanna eat?" he asked enthusiastic and smiled brightly. His great cooking isn't going to waste before it's getting cold!

"Mhm..." you nodded weakly and leaned against the wall.

As he took the spoon into his hand, your eyes wandered to the dish. Okayu was an easy dish to make. You only need to simmer the rice in a pot with water until it disintegrates. And because the rice is tender, soft, and easily digestible, it is considered a healing food in Japan. You typically serve okayu to people who are recovering from sickness. "You love okayu, right?" he asked.

Quietly, you hummed and then opened your mouth to welcome the spoon he was holding. "I did everything the recipe told me to do." he explained, while you listend. The warm and comforting rice that should soothe the body and restore energy tasted not good. Gosh. Now you're crying again. You felt the tears building up at the corner in your eyes as you narrowed them slightly.

"[name]?!" his eyes widened and he immediately placed it to the side. "Why are you crying? Is it that good?"

It's actually quite unsavory. And you're crying because it's that bad. Not even you can create such outrageous dish and you couldn't even cook properly without looking at the instructions every second. "It's... bad." you muttered, the tears are flowing, gliding down your rosy cheeks. "R-Really... bad." you never imagined you would cry because of food. But here you are, looking down at the rice porridge.

"Oh. I should've tasted first!" now you're giving him a reason to cry with you as he sulked slightly. "Go to sleep while I'll cook something better, okay?"

Umemiya really looked upset about his own dish as he stood up quickly to walk out of the room, only for you to reach out for him, grabbing his shirt successfully. If you move one more muscle, you really are going to die. You breathed out. "It's so bad... that it's good again." you're just saying nonsense. It's bad. Bad bad. No one can save it anymore.

He stood still, looking at you. And not even a second passed as his face lit up. "It's not that bad, right?!" he beamed, sitting down on tue edge of your bed again while holding the spoon up again. Oh it's hard for you to say anything bad again. Even though it's your honest opinion. He began to feed you again with a spoon full of Okayu.

You're so tired and it felt like you're going to die. But it's fine, because you're full. Full of his very 'delicious' dish. And to your surprise, you didn't feel as weak as before. It works like magic, doesn't it? Medicine always tastes bad, so you suppose it's not that bad. "How did it even end up that bad? What happend?" he asked, getting you out of your thoughts, as placed the bowl on your nightstand.

"Needed ideas to draw." you gave him a short explanation, closing your eyes tiredly.

"And then?" seems like it wasn't enough.

"Found a bunny on a small hill. When I got a picture..." you paused and breathed out. It's even tiring to talk. "I stood up, slipped and rolled down. Lost my camera."

At that he frowned. "You lost the camera? Isn't very special to you?" he looked pretty worried.

"It is. But I won't risk it to get it..." you layed down on your bed again. "Camera hanging on that one branch."

"But the pictures... You really wanna give up?" he sulked. "You didn't even send me our picture!"

"Yeah yeah, you baby." you coughed a bit. "Let's talk about it later. I wanna sleep."

"Aww!" he smiles again and he covers you with your blanket, getting your face closer. "Goodnight kisses to sleep better?"

"No, get away from me before you also catch a cold."

"I don't mind getting sick if I can kiss you." he forms his lips to kiss lips, only for you to push him away with your hand against his face.

"Good night. Or noon. I don't know what to say." he glanced down to you, leaning the weight of his head against your hand. "Don't die on me and get better, yeah? We're going to have so much fun the next days. As an apology for not taking care of you." this time, his smile was rather sadder than the others as he grabbed your wrist gently, placing soft kisses on your palm down to your inner wrist.

"Yeah, yeah..." you rolled your eyes and turned your head away, letting him hold your hand a bit longer. How does your face even get redder? You already have fever, now it's getting hotter and hotter.

The grip around your wrist gets tighter, not enough to hurt you in any way.

"...thank you for taking care of me right now. I'm not sure what would have happend to me if you weren't there—" you coughed again. This is killing you.

"Oh, [name]. You wouldn't want to know what would happen to me if you aren't here anymore." he chuckles. "I probably would have gone insane by now. And that would be one of the less serious things."

"You think way too much of me."

"No, no. I think too little of you."

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

　Despite the tiredness in your body, you stayed awake the whole time. You silently eyed the cloudy sky until the shining, warm sun swapped places with the calm, quiet moon. There was no way you could fall asleep after Umemiya walked out of your bedroom. You listened how he washed the dishes, without breaking anything to your luck, cleaned your apartment and then opening the door and leaving you alone in your room.

You thought he would make a quick shopping or visit kotoha to also check up on her or maybe greet the town— You don't know. During the time he was out, you layed on your bed with eyes wide open to watch the sky, not noticing it was night already. Your window was also open, letting the cold breeze of wind float around the room while you searched comfort under your blanket.

'It's getting lonely.' is the only thought that's lingering in your mind. 'Why do I even care? I'm most of the time alone.' you sighed and closed your eyes, trying your hardest to fall asleep. 'Hajime won't come again, right? He doesn't even have keys.' you yawned. A slight smile forms on your lips. You do miss his company. He's the only thing that's loud in your life. But you don't mind, because sometimes you're bored of the quiet life.

And he makes everyday exciting.

Suddenly, you heard someone having trouble putting the keys in the door. They even had trouble taking of their shoes, what a funny burglar. You turned your head to the open door and waited for the next sound. The person sneaked around your apartment and when they reached your door, you turned your head as fast as possible and as quietly as possible. They peeked in, you think.

"Awh... I had hopes to wish her good night."

Ah. It was Umemiya.

"I'm awake, dummy." you whispered and faced his direction again. "Where were you?"

If only you could see him. It's so dark. And a bit creepy. The moonlight only shines down on your side of the room while the other half was dark. You heard his steps how he came closer and the first thing you saw, was a familiar camera in his hands. Your eyes widened at that. "Did you... Did you searched for the camera as you left?" now you were speechless as you stared him in shock.

"Yeah! And I found it! Actually, I already knew where it was. I only tried to climb up the small hill. Scratch that. The hill wasn't small at all." he showed you his brightest smile.

Even though the moon is out and shines down at the both of you now, his smile resembles the sun, blinding your vision slightly. You avoided his smile, as your gaze went down as soon as you noticed his dirty cheek. Oh. His shirt was a bit ripped. His usual slicked-back, white hair was messy. And his clothes were stained with soil. "...how many tries did it take you?" you asked in a soft whisper voice.

"Hmm, don't know. Maybe over twenty." it definitely was over thirty— fourty times.

"Why?" you let out an exasperated sigh and shut your eyes, needing a while to process his not so smart actions.

"Uh, because you hold it dear to you?"

Your eyes immediately opened again as you looked at him again, speechless once again. He never fails to make you speechless. "Didn't I told you it isn't worth to risk it, or did I forget to tell you? Just look at you." you shook your head in disagreement. "You're all dirty and your clothes are ragged up." you furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. Even if you're sick, you can't take off your eyes of him.

"But it's still a small price to pay."

"No—"

"Yes. You have a lot of memories on it. And pictures of me. You can draw them instead of searching motives to paint." he smiles again and sat down on the floor, not daring to touch your bed, knowing you hate germs.

"..." you stared at him and sighed once again. You have no more things to discuss with him.

"Can I get the picture now as a reward?"

"Of course... I intended to send you those photos anyway."

"Nice!" he beams.

You turned your whole body to him and looked made room for him and lift the blanket, offering him to lay down beside you. While he was staring. The longer he stared, the more uncomfortable you got. "Come on. My arm is getting tired." you whispered impatiently and furrowed your eyebrows. Your cheeks fired up a bit. You're glad you have a weak fever. Otherwise he would notice it.

"I'm dirty."

"And? You got the camera... for me. And..." you trailed off. "And i'm a bit cold, okay? Now hurry up."

Not wasting another second he begins to grin, taking off his jacket before crawling into your bed beside you. "You're the sweetest, [name]! I kinda hope you get more often sick! Then I can take care of you again and maybe sleep beside you for the night." he told you excited, his blue eyes are shining. "I don't mind! I could even stay by your side everyday. You know how boring my life is without you?"

Oh he doesn't know how boring your life would be.

"Uh-huh." you hummed, closing your eyes. Maybe now you can sleep.

"Let's take care of your flowers tomorrow, okay? I haven't seen them for like years!" he rambles. Not again.

"Yes, yes..." you nodded at the sound of his voice.

Even though he's a little loud, you can fall asleep anytime. Without a single worry. Why? Maybe because you felt safe around him. You don't know.

"[name]?"

"Mmh?"

"I saw the paintings you drew. Love 'em. Can I have some?"

You turned your back to him, your ears got warm.

"Can I hug you?" he chuckles.

"If you sleep now." you sighed, slightly embarrassed.

"Okay, I promise." his arms wrapped around your waist.

"..."

"Can we do this more often?"

"You just promised me to sleep."

"Sorry. I'm so happy. I'll shut my mouth now. Good night."

"Night."

You're going to die because of embarrassment. What are you thinking?

- NAN0KA [ june 28th, 2024 ]

I honestly think umemiya can cook. but ngl the thought that he makes horrible dishes, makes my day.

the 12-episode shojo romance anime checklist:

- ml / fl getting sick ✓

[p-antomime]

Flaming Red Moon.

ㅤ— minors don’t interact.

ㅤ— wc: 3,3K.

ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: dom!kokonoi, worship, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, dub-con, pinning, hints of yandere!kokonoi, monster fucking, slight fear play, blood kink (shocked? don't be shocked), creampie, mindbreak, violence, marking, scratching, choking, unprotected sex, forced submission, dark content.

ㅤpairings: vampire!kokonoi hajime x afab!reader.

request.

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ㅤ🏷 tagging: @festive @eriskaitto @bontensucker @wakasa-wifey @ranilingus @manjiroscum @manjiroscum @manjiroscum @r3mxi .

You looked from Inui to Chifuyu and a bitter taste of cowardice flooded your mouth. Your hands nervously clenched fingers until they clicked and attention wandered from your two friends to the mansion you swore was abandoned and only surrounded by rumors of hauntings.

— I won't do it... — Your voice came out almost trembling, and the night was starting to fall as fast as the courage was draining from your body.

— What? Afraid? — Kazutora asked in a mocking tone and though you knew he was only joking, you still gave him an irritated look and he swallowed hard.

— It's just an abandoned house. — Inui remarked, raising head slightly to look at the residence that, although apparently abandoned, still seemed strangely well cared for. — The worst that could happen I think is that we'd break something and think it was a ghost. — Chifuyu and Kazutora giggled lightly at his remark and you remained completely irritable with arms now crossed over the bust.

— And you said you'd accept any challenge, Y/N. — Chifuyu said looking at you suggestively. — I thought you honored your commitments to us and... — A dry, dull, venomous laugh escaped his lips.

— Commitments, you say... It's just a stupid challenge, y'all are idiots.

— If it's just a stupid challenge, get in there. — Kazutora nodded in the direction of the mansion.

While you all were arguing about whether you would go in alone or not, feline eyes were watching from afar, silently and attentively. Eyes that reflected the eternity of years and years of bitter loneliness, eyes that, however, almost always failed to show how lonely Hajime Kokonoi felt.

Just like Harker, Kokonoi had begun to have the nocturnal existence within him even denounce his dark thoughts too soon. And the loneliness of eternity had been destroying his nerves ever since it came to his attention long, long decades ago that there was someone predestined for him.

For several years, Kokonoi found himself feeding his mind full of horrible imaginings, but what can one do beyond that knowing that there is, will be or, worse:, existed a human being predestined to love every last fiber of the monster encased within him?

Like Seward, that young vampire didn't know what it was like to feel his own lifeblood being taken to the woman he loved because the only person he ever got to love had rightly turned him into that freak and left him to die on a snow-soaked, cold road. "Wanna survive? Then force yourself to do it, Koko" was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness that day thinking he was dying, but in reality it was just the opposite: he was being reborn as a worse version of himself.

And now his reddened eyes were watching you and your friends arguing in front of the gates of the mansion in which he had lived for decades in the same way as they had watched several other young adults trying to invade his territory. A sideways smile dripping with mischief was drawn on his thin lips, perhaps there would be news the next morning running in the newspapers of a young man dead with drained blood.

— If you two are so brave, c’min with me then, damn it! — You exclaimed in the direction of Chifuyu and Kazutora, Inui now seemed more entertained by his cell phone.

Those two friends looked at each other briefly and you could see them swallowing dryly. "Idiots" resounded in your mind. They were just as scared as you were and just needed someone to take the blame for the fear in their place.

— C’mon! — You exclaimed again opening the rusty gates of the mansion and nodding head towards the entrance hall made of rustic old stones that preceded the huge entrance to the residence.

Inui shouted that he would stay outside the mansion as soon as the three of you started walking side by side towards that entrance door and you glared at him over one shoulder shouting in response: "Fuck you, c’mere now, dumbass!”. And an angry girl scared Seishu Inui more than an abandoned mansion with a vampire residing inside.

As a result, while that group of friends were entering Hajime Kokonoi's territory, he was busy lighting almost all the chandeliers in the mansion quickly and leaving others in the main hallways, such as those leading to the ballroom and library, unlit. A terrifying and morbid atmosphere was usually more than enough to make young people like you all run out of his house with tail between legs and heart beating fast.

— Damn, cold as fuck... — Kazutora hugged his own arms as you, he and the other two boys stopped in the middle of the mansion's central hall and were greeted with a dark place with the only dim lighting being the moon starting to rise in the sky and invading the place through the small gaps in the windows. — Where is the light switch?

— I don't know... — You retorted, groping one of the walls beside you and got a little startled as soon as heard the loud bang of the front door closing, but when you looked to the side, it was only Inui nervously closing it and apologizing with a small hand gesture. — Damn, you almost killed me now, Inupi! — You whispered, not knowing exactly why you were speaking so softly. — There's no switch, Tora... I mean, I don't think so, I can't find it. — A warm hand brushed its fingers against yours and you startled again, taking two steps back, but it was only Chifuyu trying to help you find that switch.

— Not really. — The blond answered before walking to the two curly staircases that led in different directions. — Where is your cell phone, Inupi? — The other blond-haired boy took the cell phone from his pocket and turned on his flashlight, throwing the sudden light on your face and making you try to cover eyes. — Gimme. — Chifuyu asked with one hand raising and Inui obeyed. — Right or left?

They began to argue about which staircase to take and in which direction to go and you looked around with pupils slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness. There were paintings on the walls, you knew this now, but eyes couldn't see what works of art they were.

Only the sound of your shoe hitting the shiny floor and the voices of Chifuyu and Kazutora were heard, Kokonoi, from the top of one of the stairs, could hear the sound of your partially ragged breathing, heart beginning to beat fast as the feeling of being watched increased devastatingly, arteries dilating.

You fear was exciting and feeding the bloodthirsty monster inside him. His mouth was even salivating every time his eyes passed over the area of your neck and wrists.

— Y/N? — You turned around quickly, feeling someone behind your back, and by the flashlight of the cell phone in the hand, it was Chifuyu. — C’mon, we're going up. — He beckoned to the staircase to the right, and Kokonoi had to hold himself together to keep from letting a mocking laugh escape his lips.

As your feet began to climb the steps, you literally walked right past the vampire who owned the mansion and he could not only hear your heart almost piercing through ribs, but could also smell the odor emanating from your body. The smell of fear and apprehension, the smell of fate.

Suddenly, Kokonoi felt bewildered as your scent invaded and infected his nostrils and poisoned his brain. His pupil widened and even without permission, the fangs in his canines enlarged in the same way they did when he was about to dig them into a victim. Not victim, but mate, that's what you were. Your future monster's hands tingled, fingers wanted to pull you against his body and dance over your body.

You felt a cold breath against the side of your neck and, before reaching the top floor, turned back suddenly with an incredulous face. Behind, were only Kazutora and Inui whispering to each other and Chifuyu was beside you.

— S-Stop, Tora... — You cringed against yourself as you felt a shiver run down your back and he looked at you confused.

— What? I didn't do anything! I was... — There was no time for Kazutora to finish speaking, seconds later his body was suddenly being pulled backwards and the next scene was your yellow and black haired friend falling down the stairs and Inui and Chifuyu staring in terror at this before being pulled down as well.

You tried to run down the steps to catch up with them and before your feet could even turn your body completely around, Kokonoi was grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you backwards with your back slamming weakly against the wall. He didn't want to hurt you, but rather to pull you away from your friends and kick them out so that he could have you completely to himself.

You, in turn, gasped in pain and grunted as you fell to sitting on the clean floor and in the seconds that followed, eyes closing for fear of seeing what was happening, the only things ears picked up were the protests and screams of the other three boys accompanying you up to that point and the sound of the heavy front door of the mansion opening and closing with force.

Run, run, run, run. That's what was resounding in your mind, and that's exactly what you did after you opened eyes forcefully, saw a figure taller than you coming up the stairs again and feet clumsy tried to lift you up. Damn, you were fucked up, from the start, it was obvious that some shit was going to happen and you only agreed to enter the mansion because you felt falsely protected by Chifuyu.

And Kokonoi let you run through the dimly lit corridors and trip over your own feet several times. He felt alive chasing you around that mansion he knew like the back of his hand, he felt alive chasing the girl meant to be his. His, his, his, only his. The devil on Hajime Kokonoi's shoulder was whispering in his ears that you were just scared to accept his love.

Even in the deepest darkness, you were still his flaming red moon and that was precisely why, when his hands reached for your hips as you walked into a random room through the halls, he didn't push any harder than enough to make you fall back against the soft carpet without hurting yourself too much. At most, it would give you a purple mark on one of your arms or on a corner of your back.

— Please! I-I didn't do anything, I... Chifuyu's fault! It w-was he... — Kokonoi pressed you against the carpet and his body was on top of yours, between your legs, hands trying to push him away and feet trying to kick him, you looked beautiful, desperate for him.

Seconds later, you choked on your own saliva as you felt the cold lips of the vampire above you crash against yours in a suffocating, unexpected kiss, and in a thoughtless, desperate act, your teeth bit into his lips and Kokonoi grunted at your lack of cooperation. Just then a hand was wrapped around the base of your throat squeezing it and his mouth was sliding over your cheeks and neck.

— P-Please, I... did nothing! I swear, lemme-- — As you felt his tongue lick the area over your jugular, a moan of fear escaped your lips and you tried to slap the man's face above you and he promptly entwined his fingers in yours and pushed your hand against the floor.

— Your smell, damn it... — Kokonoi's eyes rolled upward as he gasped as he inhaled more of your body odor and a guttural, almost primal grunt escaped from deep in his throat and sent a shiver through his body. — Y'know how long I've been waiting for you? Oh, no, right? You must not even know you're my girl, you're too human to understand that, aren't you? — His tongue licked your jugular again and you shivered as legs tightened against the sides of his waist. — Stay still for me or I may accidentally bite you.

Your breath caught in the throat and fear began to flood your senses even more, until Koko forced hips against yours and his covered dick rubbed against your pussy. A shiver ran down your back and an unconscious whimper came from your lips as soon as those sharp fangs crawled up your neck making tiny, shallow cuts as he continued to rub his body against your.

Your mouth saying "No", "Stop", "Lemme go" as your body was trying to get more of the good friction of his cock rubbing against you.

Kokonoi licked at the droplets of blood escaping from the tiny and superficial cuts and moaned against your neck before sliding his body until he stood with the face between your thighs and brought hands to keep them away from each other before ripping your shorts off and letting the now useless fabric fall to the floor.

The noise startled you and you tried dumbly to pull away; and the vampire above you just sank his fangs into the soft, fluffy flesh of your thigh. The pain coursing through your body quickly and making you moan loudly before being abruptly replaced by a flame of pleasure beginning to creep through you and completely cloud your sense of right and wrong.

As he began to suck your blood from there, one hand was pressing on your clit above the fabric of the panties and your hands tangled in Koko's long white hair as if encouraging him to drink more of you. "S-So good" was what came out of your mouth as soon as his fangs disengaged from your skin and his tongue started licking the rest of the red liquid that escaped from those two small holes.

Just then Kokonoi's fingers were ripping through your panties too so he could start licking and sucking your wet folds as well as he had been doing it with your vital liquid seconds before, his lips still licked with fresh blood and making this fluid mix with the juices escaping from your pussy. And he couldn't make up his mind whether he would rather get drunk on your blood or your juicy cunt.

You felt dirty and at the same time in the middle of a sea of wonder, doubting your own sanity and fearing that your body would betray you even more. Your mind seemed to be on drugs, thinking strange things and nurturing a suddenly strange affection for the monster between your legs. You wouldn't dare confess your thoughts even to your own soul because how was it possible for you to desire that man so intensely like that? Was it his bite's fault? Probably.

— Fuck, you are so... — Kokonoi whispered against your folds now with his chin completely wet in the liquids of your pussy. — Perfect, you're so pretty for me. Do I deserve you? — You gasped, staring straight into his wildly dilated pupils, and seconds later your mouth was letting his slide the tongue between your lips in an intense kiss as his slender fingers slid up your crotch to invade your warm walls and begin to slowly fuck you.

As if he was afraid of breaking you and losing you.

It took very little time for his fingers to be deep inside you, fucking you at a speed that made the pain of his bites on your shoulders, neck and tits turn to luxury. Your head dizzy from the pleasure and also from the loss of blood, skin gradually being stained by sweat and little red drops, Koko couldn't control himself without leaving his lips and teeth far from your skin.

You were delicious to him, you were making him feel alive as his manly sanity gave way to his bestial need.

His hands went to shed the red clothes with gold detailing that he had been wearing up to that point and seconds later were holding your body still beneath him as your pussy throbbed on his cock through your folds.

You needed to cum so badly, you wanted to feel him inside you so badly that the choice to take one of your hands to his shaft and direct it into your entrance was completely yours and you both moaned in unison as soon as his tip hit against your cervix.

Your walls pulling him in further and further as if you didn't want him to come out ever again and your expressions of pure bliss made Kokonoi feel like he was having the impression of his inert heart beating hard against his chest. You looked beautiful beneath him, why did it take him so long to find you?

As he began to rail you raw, at an insane pace, your body contorted completely, the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening even more, nails digging into his pale back before your hands grabbed his hair to pull his face against your neck already marked with small holes caused by his fangs.

— M-More, please, hurt me more... — You weren't even paying attention to what was coming out of his mouth, your mind totally dizzy from his cock fucking you fast. — Wanna feel you drinking more-mhm! — Your head fell back just as Kokonoi sank those fangs into the sensitive skin of your neck once more and you felt that same tingling sensation of having your blood drained slowly, so slowly that it felt like his hips were slamming even faster into yours.

The more of your blood entered Koko's system, the less awareness you seemed to be able to hold. And it was so good to feel that the only thing forcing you to stay awake was the way your body was yearning to cum and the way the loud sounds of skin slapping skin resonated through the place.

The red stained lips of your vampire lover leaving kiss marks all over your face and tits and your walls milking him even more.

— Cum for me, my princess, cum for me all you want, wanna see you trembling for me. — He whispered in your ear as his white hair slid over his shoulders.

And seconds later you really were cumming and losing yourself in pleasure with mouth dumbly begging and moaning several "Please", "I-I need", your cunt squirting completely all over Kokonoi's dick and him continuing to fuck you through your orgasm while holding your limp body as if you were meant to be his cocksleeve.

A guttural moan escaped from deep in his throat and Koko minutes later was burying his cock in your tight pussy even more to finish marking you as his forever. His eyes rolled up as he saw you panting like a drooling mess beneath him and hands squeezing your waist hard enough to leave long finger marks there.

— Mine, mine, mine, all mine, that's you now. — His voice gasped as your walls finished being painted white and a silly smile appeared on his lips and your head nodded dumbly in agreement as ears failed to fully comprehend his sentences.

Your mind seemed to be breaking and Kokonoi didn't know that you could be this gorgeous, with thighs trembling and eyes looking empty like a doll because your limp body couldn't project even one action other than just pulling the vampire's above you closer.

Oh, he was going to take such good care of you for the rest of the night, watching you sleep in the large bed in his room that wasn't even used for anything before your arrival. You were to become his little vampire wifey. Do you know how long he had waited for you?

[sie-rui]

im screaming and crying that plush request was so cute can i have one for ran inui and koko too?:;

❀ TEDDY BEAR | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 haitani ran, inui seishu, kokonoi hajime 💿 gender neutral, second pov (you/your), fluff, established relationship, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, imagine 📅 july 23, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, version: 01, 02, 03

to receive a plushie as a gift from their s/o is one thing. to be told "it reminded me of you," is another.

. . . HAITANI RAN

You’re hiding something from him.

Ran looks at you seriously, trying to discern what it was specifically. You had been acting quite weirdly recently, staring at him blankly as if trying to figure him out, being on your phone much more and searching something up, exchanging whispers with Rindou in some corner when you think Ran’s not looking.

It’s suspicious and Ran isn’t liking it one bit. Sure he loves it whenever you and Rindou get along but hmm…

Still!

“Y/n, c’mere~” He whines, calling out to you, his arms open and ready to catch you as he lazes on the couch. You were talking with Rindou again, but this time there was an excited grin on your face and Ran was getting nervous—anxious of whatever you’re planning. Who knows? It might be his funeral.

You skip up to him, letting out a small oof as Ran pulls you down to him, trapping you in his arms. Rindou was definitely better in encaging people but Ran knows you better, including your weak points and what makes you melt in his arms. “What is it?” You murmur, the back of your head on his collarbone.

Ran rests his chin on the crown of your head, pouting. “What are you planning?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been whispering with Rin these past few days! And you look at me suspiciously too!” He complains, grip tightening by a small amount, almost unnoticeable. You try to look up at him but Ran keeps you still.

You sigh. “It’s nothing, Ran-”

“But!”

You sigh even louder. “I wanted to give it to you on your birthday but dammit.”

Rindou who was silently looking at the both of you in disgust, losing his appetite, perks up at your words and the glance that you were giving him. “Wait, now? C’mon Ran, be a little more patient! Your birthday’s in just a few days! Y/n, you can’t always let him have his way.”

This time, Ran is attentive to the words and glances exchanged. Birthday? Right… It’s his birthday this Saturday… So, it’s a gift then? So, no one’s going to die?

Rindou sighs, having understood from the look that you were giving him that this is non-negotiable. Mumbling curses, he stomps over to his room where you kept the paper bag.

Ran sits up, bringing you with him, excited as he grins when you look at him. “It isn’t much so don’t get your hopes up,” you shrug but even an idiot could see the blush on your cheeks. He only presses a kiss on your nose just as Rindou returns, tossing the bag to the both of you.

He catches it before you could, hurriedly opening it in front of your watchful eyes. Ran hums, pausing at whatever he managed to pull out.

A bear plushie.

Braids. The bear has braids. How did you even-

“It looks like you,” Rindou helpfully points out. “Y/n saw it and told me about it. They said it because it reminded them of you.”

“I didn’t!” You protest, huffing, about to take the plushie away from him.

Ran pulls back, surprising both of them as he protectively holds the plushie. He grins. “It’s rude to take back a gift you already gave, Y/n-chan~” He laughs. “This is mine now! No take backs!”

. . . INUI SEISHU

Inupi took his eyes off of you for one second.

One single second was all it took for you to disappear into the crowd. Even worse was that he was literally holding your hand. His hand was literally on yours. So how??

Seishu curses in his mind, looking around the crowd to try and locate you. Why the fuck is the streets filled with people today? There’s no special discount event, a festival isn’t approaching, it isn’t even summer, so why are the streets filled with people at this hour of the day at this day of the week?

He sighs, managing to pull himself out of the flow of the people that were pushing him after minutes of having bodies stick to him. He leans on a wall of a building, pushing himself to the surface so as to not disrupt people looking straight forward and marching as if they would die if they’re not fast enough.

He hates crowds, especially ones like this.

Seishu pulls out his phone, trying to contact you. Anxiety bubbles in his stomach. What if you were taken and he didn’t lose you by accident? What if you decided to drop him here and now because you were bored of him? What if this was the sign?

All those worries vanish when Inupi stumbles by a push. He turns to his side, ready to reprimand whoever it was until he noticed that it was you. Grinning at him while holding something behind your back, you stand there as if the two of you weren’t separated for half an hour in the first place.

Inupi almost breathes a sigh of relief or perhaps scream at you or maybe both, but the words get stuck on his throat once he notices the stuffed ear poking out. “Is…” He looks over your shoulder, holding you by your arms to keep you still. “Is that Pikachu?”

You burn red, leaning away from him, still keeping pikachu behind your back despite being outed already. Seishu stares at you until you break down from the silence in between the two of you.

“Okay, okay! I saw it and it reminded me of you, okay!” You cry, pushing it on his chest instead. “Like, color and all that!”

Seishu blinks, only accepting it silently. Are you fucking blind? Bitch how is it the same with his hair?? His hair is literally a few shades paler. He would have accepted it if you just said that Pikachi was cute and you were reminded of him, but no, you did not. Seishu looks down at his undershirt.

Oh. It’s the same shade as Pikachu’s.

The laugh that left his lips was incredulous. “Oh God, you’re such a dork that I can’t believe I love you,” he lightly teases.

“Aight, I’m taking it back. Give it here.”

“What? No way. Shoo.”

. . . KOKONOI HAJIME

It’s a frog. There’s a frog plushie on his hands and Koko doesn’t know what to do with it. What is this? Why does he need this? Why have you given it to him?

Koko isn’t one to spend to indulge nor is he one to buy something that isn’t useful in his survival and his rising to the top. So… So why would you give him this? He isn’t the biggest fan of plushies.

Koko looks at you with a question in his eyes but it disappears the moment he sees the anxious look in your eyes, gnawing at your lip as you glance at him and the plushie on his hands. Was this for him?

Oh, it is.

As if hearing his questions, you shyly smile, trying to not look at his eyes. “I saw it today and… and it just reminded me of you, that’s all.”

“How?” In any way, how is he comparable to a frog? Sure, it’s cute with its big eyes staring at him and its sage green color, and the softness of its skin and the smoothness of the lips and- okay, maybe he does like it, maybe he’s getting quite addicted to it, maybe he doesn’t want to let it go.

(It’s fairly obvious in how he keeps on running his hand on it as he stares at you, trying to act nonchalant.)

“Because frogs are supposed to be lucky! You know, kaeru? To return? They will return your money to you?” You add, brighter when you started but just plain embarrassed when you finished. “...Plus, you said that you lost the funds…” And you’re quite addicted to cold hard cash.

Koko blinks, a small smile forming on his lips as you flushed, fidgeting, trying to get the ground to swallow you whole. He raises the plushie back to his eyes. It was true that he did come across some pickpocket lately, taking almost half of the funds. He and Inupi managed to track him down and get the money back but he’s not going to tell you that.

Not when you might take the plushie back.

Koko hums playfully. “Then, I'll hold on to this until we get the money back!” He says, tugging the frog plushie closer to his chest. “I’ll give it back after then.” He already has the funds back.

You look at him with a hopeful smile and Koko only kisses you.

Of course, the plushie was never returned to you. Koko will never give it back.

[tenjikubaby]

KAEL PLS PLS I NEED YOUR TAKE ON TENJIKU ATTENDING A FILO PROM ‼‼

I LOVE THIS!!! THANK YOU 

(self-indulgent Filipino AU Tenjiku ahead. Filipino terms are explained for non-Filos who want to read this) 

Thanks to @milkkicoffee for helping

TENJIKU AT A FILIPINO PROM

Izana has his own band and Inupi and Shion are his bandmates (bassist and drummer, respectively). Teachers asked him to perform a few songs for the night. If you want a voice reference, listen to “Come Inside of My Heart” and imagine Izana singing. 

Imagine him in an all-black suit with his hair looking like this. (Let’s pretend Filipino schools allow boys to have long hair). 

His band would also perform “Jopay” and the crowd goes crazy with people singing along for the chorus. Please also imagine him singing Buko by Jireh Lim or Misteryoso by Autotelic. People say he holds eye contact with some who stare at him and it almost feels like a Harana (serenade; part of old Filipino courting traditions.)

Izana at school has this quiet, artistic indie boy image so he would likely be a campus crush. This boy is desired. When the band is done, his admirers will be watching him, waiting for him to dance with someone. Most people were too shy to ask him to dance, though there were a few brave souls.

Shion’s mom spritzed (more like showered) him with his dad’s perfume so he smells like an older man. She and his grandma expressed their concern about him putting too much Gatsby Wax in his hair, but he insisted that he knew what he was doing. His mom wanted to take pictures of him too but he hurried to leave. 

Being in Izana’s band, he automatically thinks he's going to receive the attention that Izana and Inupi get from the ladies. That wasn't true. He confidently marches up to girls and asks them to dance, even acting like it’s such a privilege for them to be able to do so. The girls didn’t want to dance with a siga (a show-off, braggy person). This leaves him with no partner, so he ends up joke-dancing with Mocchi instead, who was too chicken to ask anyone to dance. At some point, they get tired of the prom atmosphere (what with all the lovey-dovey couples around!), so they hoard a bunch of food from the buffet and sneak into a classroom. There, they eat and play Mobile Legends. 

You can hear stressed student council member Kokonoi Hajime cursing from afar. “Tangina! Bakit ubos na agad yung fish fillet!” (”Son of a bitch! Why are we already out of fish fillet?”)

It’s not long before the two of them are caught by the principal and thrown out. To make things even worse, two older female teachers take them as partners. So there they were, dancing with old ladies to Gloria Gaynor’s “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”. Yeah... they got filmed and laughed at. 

Now unlike Shion, Mocchi actually let his mom take a bunch of pictures of him. His mom later posted them on Facebook, saying “bilis nga nmn ng panahon. ky poging binata na ng anak q.” (Time flies. My son has grown into a fine young man.) The pic she chose is Mocchi doing the pogi sign. His aunts, grandparents, and grand-aunts are commenting on how handsome he is too, and how big he’s grown, and asking if he already has a girlfriend. His mom replies that he has a crush on someone and reveals their name. 

When they arrive to the venue, his mom makes him take a picture with each S62 boy and one last one with all of them to also post on Facebook. 

Caption: “mocchi with his friends :)” 

It gets even worse when Mocchi's crush walks by and his mom calls them over to take a picture with him.

Ran went on a whole spa trip before the day of the prom. On the very night, his stylist and his yaya (nanny) are circling him, making the finishing touches on his hair and makeup. , who has already finished getting ready an hour ago, is just sitting there waiting for Ran to finish.

You see, Ran wanted to be the emcee, but the role went to Mitsuya instead.  The teachers thought that Mitsuya's humor matched the students’ better so they would probably connect better to him. Ran was offended at the very idea that someone could be seen as more charimsatic than him.

He doesn’t let that get him down, though. He takes pictures EVERYWHERE. Rindou’s kinda just his unwilling personal photographer. He needs pictures with different angles, different poses, and different types of lighting. He needs a new Facebook DP (which he’ll probably caption with some unrelated quote from a famous person) and none of the pics turn out good enough for him.

After Izana’s band finishes their set, DJ Rindou would be up next. He got in trouble for playing an inappropriate Tagalog song (something like BMW) but he thinks it was worth it because everyone cheered him on. The teachers even found it funny until the principal came in looking pissed, so they had to be responsible teachers and step in.

Despite being one of the richer students, he doesn’t do clique-y behavior. (note: all i can say is that those cliques of mean, rich, classist people you see in fiction are real. sorry. ) He’s friends with everybody and is generally well-liked. So on prom night, Rin is jumping from table to table talking to everyone. He just knows how to vibe with different kinds of people! While Ran is more popular and admired, he feels less “accessible” to people outside his circle. People feel it’s easier to befriend Rindou. 

If Rindou has a date, I think it would be someone unexpected. Like, since he’s popular, he doesn’t take another popular person. It’s probably going to be some quiet person from his class that nobody has heard of (well, now they have). Like I said, he’s friends with everybody. 

Not prom-related but I wanted to add: Ran and Rindou are both conyos, but Rindou’s better at Tagalog than Ran. Ran understands Tagalog but can’t express himself well enough in it. Both their Tagalogs have accents and Ran’s is really thick. He can’t roll his Rs and often stresses the wrong syllables. You find it either cute or annoying depending on how you feel about them. 

*Ran probably doesn’t know what kinse (fifteen) means so he would just give the vendor a hundred-peso bill and leave. 

(Conyo: People who code-switch between English and Tagalog in their speech. Rich kids are stereotyped to speak like this. Knowing conyo’s original Spanish meaning, I think you can already see why they’re called this lol )

Kakucho groans at the idea of prom. He’s kinda dreading it until the actual night where you can see him having fun. He’s hyping up Izana and Rindou when they play music for the crowd. He also dances around no matter how awkward his movements are. At some point, he ends up getting bored and starts rough-housing with other boys. They end up destroying a table. Somehow, they also did something to make the disco ball crash down? 

What if he’s asked to dance? Though he’s a bit shy, he does try his best to socialize with his partner and make them comfortable. The same goes for if he had a date. I do see him asking a close friend to be his date instead of someone he barely knows though.

When Rindou’s off to somewhere, the role of Ran’s Photographer goes to Kakucho. 

*Kakucho also translates for Ran and Rindou when they have Filipino homework, assuming that they do their homework. 

I think Mucho arrives really early so the teachers task him with arranging tables and taking care of technical stuff. (Even in regular school days, teachers love to send him on errands i.e. fetching a projector from another classroom, carrying books into the faculty room). 

Would he get asked to dance? He’s so intimidating that it might never happen. Because of this, he’s another victim of dancing with the older female teachers. Unlike Mocchi and Shion, no one is brave enough to make fun of him. 

Soon enough, he’d feel bored all by himself because Sanzu’s getting attention left and right (The guy has long hair, quiet, mysterious, pretty, always wears a masks. I just know Filo school girls would go crazy over him if he were real) and the other S62 boys are off doing their own things. He goes to a quiet area of the school, maybe the roof, and just... ponders life there or something.

[theamityelf]

Ouuu, I know you like to take the calm slightly panicking Hajime route but I think he deserves to internally spiral a bit. Not only did he play a part in making sure specific people were targetted but most of them were from Makoto's and Shuichi's class. It makes it even worse for him because although the former is extremely upset he still doesn't want Hajime to feel super guilty, meanwhile the latter obviously resents him right now but due to their feelings of needing each other it makes interactions oh so much worse.

If they somehow got out of the killing game right now with only the few you mentioned that are alive how would things boil over with the other's memories returning? And do you think in the comfort of both Hajime and Shuichi's presence, away from the cameras and away from the others, would he finally cry? We KNOW he's been holding it in because of the Future Foundation, what would be the final crack in the dam for him?

Hajime is definitely in his room spiraling, during Shuichi and Makoto's conversation. (And also, I imagine Makoto is crying, or was; Shuichi can't see his face, but he did start crying sometime between locking himself in and Shuichi showing up.)

The aftermath would be so interesting, because the Future Foundation (or whatever remains of what they stood for) is going to want to get back to using Makoto right away, like, "People need to see that the Ultimate Hope endured. The ones who arranged this killing game wanted to bring him down, so we need to show the world that he's still just as determined as always."

Whereas Makoto is like, "I can't be a public figure anymore." (His actual wording would be more like "I can't do this anymore," but that's what he means by it.)

And while the Future Foundation is honestly correct about the significance of this– the mastermind did intend for the symbols of hope to either die or give up, and the optics here could very much be that the Ultimate Hope is turning his back on the world –Hajime and Shuichi are going to be keeping them from getting to Makoto with their demands.

And despite the Foundation's worries about how this will look, Makoto remains kind. He'll need to live a quieter, more contained life, after everything, but he'll still have days where he takes a walk and helps a stranger with their garden or something. They can spin that so that the Ultimate Hope takes on a mythic status, instead of a political one.

He's always moving around (with whatever combination of people makes sense; at this moment, I'm thinking at least Shuichi, Himiko, and Komaru, and maybe Hajime and the Remnants intermittently; like, Makoto, Himiko, Shuichi, and Komaru live in a little cottage, and then when the Remnants sail nearby, they leave their cottage and ride off with the Remnants and live on the boat with them for a while, and eventually they find a new cottage to live in and the Remnants sail away and the cycle continues; Hajime remains a part of the Naehinahara polycule), so there's a vibe of "You never know where he'll be sighted next." "The Ultimate Hope found my lost dog." "The Ultimate Hope helped my grandmother carry her groceries." "The Ultimate Hope bumped into me and spilled my food!"

[yandere-daze]

the anon below me is awesome bro, imagine how petty and probably will never talk to them again, not even a single word coming out of the player's mouth and only looking down or anywhere except their faces THAT kind of pettiness yk what I mean? But a player with a strong favoritism?? If only that person is good and didn't rlly do anything but ignores the player (adonis, hajime, maybe niki idk, mayoi etc) maybe the player will kinda able to forgive them.... BUT if that person is like kohaku for example bc he is hostile towards you, maybe the pettiness is taking over instead of favoritism, lastly the player will probably only spend time with the ones that ignored the player instead of the ones that's openly hostile to them.. probably me tbh.

also can I be 🎻 anon??

Combining these two asks because they were about something pretty similar! And yes, you can be 🎻 anon ^^

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, mention of bullying, physical violence

The player ignoring/striking back against the characters that had wronged them once

It´s honestly an understandable reaction if we´re being honest. We´ve all explained at length just how shitty it would feel to be treated so horribly for no reason at all and no apology could ever make up for what you went through. Bullying can influence a person´s life forever so what do you think happens when 50 batshit crazy yanderes are all after you because you “chased away” their darling? You´re in for one hell of a bad time and I wouldn´t doubt that you couldn´t just pretend everything was fine once the truth was revealed. I mean yes, now they´re super nice to you and practically kiss the ground you walk on but that doesn´t just make up for all they´ve done to you in the past. None of it feels honest now that you know what they´re capable of and it´s only natural that you would hold a grudge against them now.

Of course, when you start ignoring people, they´re all very heartbroken, though they can understand where you´re coming from. What they did was terrible! They love you more than anyone else and yet they insulted you and made you feel unwelcome. They know they have a lot to make up for but please don´t just ignore them, it hurts so much to not get a single scrap of your attention and they feel like they´re torn apart every time you pointedly look the other way when you come across each other in the hallway.

At this point, they aren´t really sure if you actively being cruel to them back or ignoring them is worse. At least when you throw insults their way or even hit them, you´re paying attention to them even if your feelings are negative. They´re still in your thoughts and they´re able to pretend that if they just withstand enough of your righteous punishment, you might one day forgive them. They don´t care how much you hurt them as long as they can stay by your side! So just please don´t ignore them, it hurts more than a thousand slaps ever could!

The second part of this is the favoritism and the jealousy that comes with it. It looks like you´re more willing to talk to the ones that didn´t do anything drastic and moreso just kept their distance and while it´s obviously understandable why you would act this way, the ones being ignored can´t help but simmer in self-pity and envy. If only they had recognized you sooner, if only they had held back, none of this would have happened and you would look at them the same way you do people like Hajime or Sora! But they messed it all up and now they really don´t know what to do to ever earn your forgiveness for the grave sins they have committed

[babu-haitani]

Bonten members help out their s/o

Plot: their s/o was groomed at the age of 11 and she never talked about it to anyone. She grew up with the trauma for 15years thinking it will go away but it ended up getting worse. She finally open up to the boys and talks about it

This took so long for me to makeeee! I've been busy with school! T^T

I'm sorry if this is so short, I've been brain dead recently! Good thing music is here to help :> I hoep you would like this!

COMFORT (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Pairings: Bonten x G/N S/O

P.S Characters are all 18+

TW: Mentions of Child Predator/Groomer

MANJIRO SANO (MIKEY)

Mikey wouldn't know what to do.

He would be so confused about what was he supposed to do, He would feel useless every time you seek help.

There is a high chance that he would ask kakucho to comfort you. It's not that he hates it, he just can't.

Like I said he feels like he wouldn't be able to handle it but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try. He would but he might say the wrong words in comforting you.

After he has comforted you and you finally went to sleep? expect him to not come home for an entire week.

HE would be at Bonten Hideout torturing your predator for a whole week. He's mad.

Yeah, he is bad at comforting you but he is great when it comes to dealing with people hurting you...and when I say deal with them...you know what I mean...

SANZU HARUCHIYO

Scared, Angered, Hatred. That's what he's feeling.

When you sought helped during his meeting, he thought you were pranking him and ended up laughing but when you started screaming that you need help.

He took it seriously.

Would stay beside you for as long as you want ad wouldn't leave your side after you fell asleep soundly.

Wouldn't come home for at least 2 months or lesser cause he would be busy torturing and hunting down your predator. But he would call you though :>

(Might even video call you while covered in blood...)

KAKUCHO HITTO

This man doesn't even let you spill a single tear from your eyes! so just imagine how he felt once he saw you cry.

He would never leave your side and would prioritize your safety and feelings first.

Yeah, he is mad but if you don't want him to kill your predator even though he gave you trauma. He would respect your wishes.

He would probably ask for a week off and would pamper you, just making sure that you would feel safe.

There is a high chance, he will make sure that you stay out of social media for a while. Just to be safe.

RAN HAITANI

First thing first is to hunt down your predator when you were in your teens

Second, He would ask his brother to take care of things and that includes Rindou killing your groomer and making sure he wouldn't see daylight anymore.

Third, He would go home to you and pamper you until you feel better.

Would do his best to make you laugh again, he knows it's not the time for making jokes but if it means seeing you smile again then he would do it.

Cuddles and kisses. He would shower you with love the whole day just so he can make sure to let you know that you're safe with him.

RINDOU HAITANI

He cares about you but he would make sure to take care of your traumas first before he can assure you that you're safe and that there is nothing to be afraid of.

But before he goes hunting he would send his brother on your way and would tell his brother to keep you distracted before he comes home.

As much as he wants to torture your predator, he would make it quick and just shoot.

Before he comes home he would call his brother to leave.

Rindou isn't the most romantic person out there but if you needed him, he will be there to give you what you want.

Like the others, he would pamper you and wouldn't let you lift a single finger until you feel better.

KOKONOI HAJIME

If he received a call from you asking for help about your trauma? expect him to bring a psychiatrist with him once he goes home to you.

I see Koko as the type who's not that affectionate...HE IS! but he doesn't know how to act? get what I mean??

Instead of comforting you by himself, he would ask a psychiatrist instead.

It's not that he doesn't want to deal with you, It's just that...he doesn't know the right words to come out of his mouth. He's like Mikey, he's scared to hurt you even more.

Koko is really sarcastic, that's why instead of him comforting you with his own words. He'd rather ask for help.

But he would still give you cuddles and kisses though, just don't expect him to give you advices and help you with words. He's stupid when it comes to that.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

You know that headcanon that Takeomi is classier than Koko? and that Koko is the real cheapskate, not Takeomi? Yeah, that headcanon applies here.

I see takeomi as the type that hates getting his hands dirty, so instead of beating the shit out of your predator; he would pay one of bonten members in advance and have them kill your trauma bringer.

And this man would act as if all he did was comfort you but in reality, he actually just paid someone to kill.

Takeomi is a mature man, he knows what he is doing.

He would stay there and let you cry on his chest until you're okay to talk it out and let him comfort you.

He's actually really sweet. <3

KANJI MOCHIZUKI

This man is aggressive like fr...

He wants to kill your predator but he would prioritize you, so instead of rushing out of bonten headquarters to go and hunt down your predator, he would rush home.

While he's comforting you, he would rant on how he wants to kill.

which by the way...didn't help to make you feel better but if you hate his rants about wanting to kill; he would shut up and just hug you tightly.

Not in a suffocating way but in a protective manner...

He thinks that you deserve the best and it pains him to see how you're like this...

You and he would probably hug for like a whole day and then sleep. He isn't gonna let go of you until you tell him that you're okay and fine now.

[earthtooz]

hello!! can you make haikyuu boys with one y / nq has a flirty and charming personality? Let's say you call everyone by "cute, adorable boy, darling, love" and that kind of thing, with the characters you want !!

𝗛𝗤 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗦/𝗢

#↳ with bokuto kotaro, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu and kuroo tetsuro!!!!

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

a/n: yas 🥰🥰 i believe in confident or flirty reader supremacy!!!! also it becomes suggestive in some parts (iwai's) so please be 16+ to read! this was a lil something i wanted to get out before i whip out some longer fics, but i hope this matched your standards anon! thank you sm for requesting, i had a lot of fun w it <3

༉‧₊˚. 𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢:

he'd be so into a flirty s/o- BYEE SAY NO MORE!!

like he loves it, someone to banter with? someone who he can joke around with? he's falling for you in no time.

especially when they're a verbal flirt, he probably won't be able to read body language all too well- apart from winks... and kissing... or making out.

he probably also can't tell that you're flirting with him unless it's super direct! he loves pick-up lines, especially smart ones that he's never heard before, those always get a good giggle out of him, but he also adores being complimented. calling him nicknames that no one else does gets his heart going.

'bo', 'taro' (omg like the food), 'kou', you probably won't call him endearments unless you know he's comfortable with them. (calling him 'cutie' is his ultimate weakness, but it's kinda cringe... oh well, he is cute tho)

greeting him at school, if you slip in a 'looking handsome as ever today, bokuto" with a sly wink, he'll be red in the face and giggling about it until break time.

babie 😟😟

i think just knowing someone that can be flirtatious or charming or 'bold' is very reassuring to bokuto, because he's someone who's 100% all the time. knowing he won't scare you away with how enthusiastic he can be is a dealbreaker. bonus points if you know how to reciprocate that energy or know how to calm him down without ruining his good vibes!

bokuto will ask you out almost INSTANTLY. no hesitation, and you'll probably agree with no hesitation either.

sometimes he'll flirt back, returning it with a compliment of his own, such as, 'you're looking fine as always, y/n!' or a bad pickup line, 'i must be in a museum, because you're a work of art!'

when you're in an official relationship, the flirting becomes even worse- like imagine:

"akaashi, do you think i complimented y/n enough today?" bokuto slumps as he plops down on the changeroom bench, dejected. "i think fifty times is more than enough, bokuto," the setter replies simply. "but what if they don't believe me? i need to text them right now!"

it's not even charming anymore, you're both just down bad

physical touch is another factor he likes and if he knows you're comfortable with it, he won't be shy when it comes to greeting you with hugs.

once he's really comfortable with you, he'll just cling onto you. wherever you go, expect fukurodani's ace to appear a minute later.

y'know how akaashi sometimes tells bokuto that there's a cute person in the stands watching him? so he can play better?

yah, you're the cute person in the stands.

you show up to every game that you can watch and he has a pre-game ritual with you where he must get a good luck kiss.

and you're more than happy to grant it, grabbing him by both cheeks and pulling him in.

bokuto thinks he can conquer the world when you pull away, saying, "show everyone just how great you are, yah?" he holds onto your waist tightly, "you'll be watching me, right?" "of course, i only got eyes for the most handsome volleyball player," he gives you a look, "most handsome man ever," you correct. the widest smile breaks out on his face, "i'll win for you, just watch!" you laugh softly with your boyfriend, gushing, "always."

on games that you can't attend, bokuto is pouting at you every day leading up to it, silently begging for you to come. as much as you want to, it just wasn't possible.

you need to warn akaashi about that a few days beforehand, so he knows what to do.

you'll send as many texts as possible wishing bokuto luck beforehand, selfies are not excluded. you'll even caption some of them, 'i'll be cheering for my favourite boy today :))'

you have him wrapped around your finger, and he has you around his too.

༉‧₊˚. 𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘:

*runs away giggling*

oh yeah, this man definitely goes wild when it comes to body language.

y'know the fuck-me-eyes? oH MY GOD- it will give him heart palpitations, especially when you smirk afterwards.

BUT also, hear me out, y'know how when people tilt their head upwards and slightly to the side it makes them look more confident? if you look at him like that with a small smirk, he is a GONER.

someone who's confident and self-assured is iwaizumi's type, so if you know your worth and never settle for less, he's so into that.

first few times when you did the look to him, he malfunctioned and needed a few minutes to comprehend everything, how captivating you became with that intense and purposeful eye contact, quirking your lips up slightly before walking away.

next few times, he becomes used to it and adds to the tension with a confident look of his own.

now it was your turn to internally shut down.

well, i mean, so long as hajime could breathe, you weren't safe from his irresistible good looks. and biceps.

oh the world is so cruel.

also dies a little inside every time you hold eye contact with him and turn your body to face him so he knows he has your full attention.

okay but fr the amount of tension there is between you two is NOT platonic... nor is it healthy, and iwaizumi decides to do something about this ;)

after a long work week, iwaizumi is relieved to be able to have friday night off so he can accept your offer to go to a local club and have a couple of drinks. and he was at his breaking point if you kept looking at him like that. iwaizumi wasn't sure just how much longer he could resist that coy smile of yours, and keeping his composure suddenly became one of the hardest things to do. especially when you're right in front of his face. so close, yet so far. as you near your face to his for the nth time that night, he loses all sense of restraint and meets your lips halfway in a fervent kiss. you melt into him with little to no hesitation and iwaizumi swears that you'll be the death of him. with how fast his heart was racing, it didn't seem like he had much longer on this earth. might as well spend the days telling you just how gorgeous you are. "what took you so long, love?" you muttered breathlessly against him. the athletic trainer smirks, "i'll make up for lost time, don't let that pretty face worry about it." he doesn't go home alone that night.

after that, he knows how to deal with you ;) AHAHAHAHHA lol

n e ways... you'd start calling him a lot more affectionate endearments from then on, such as 'darling', 'my love' or 'babe'.

when you two become official, you learn to reserve the look for moments of bribery- either because you want something or you're just looking for a good time up to you mwahaha

and he's hanging onto your every word when you speak to him, so long as you look at him like that.

༉‧₊˚. 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨:

ayo did you know that miya atsumu has his own version of the fuck-me-eyes LMFAOOO (the ones who get it, get it)

okay anyways, atsumu would also be a complete sucker for sweet talkers, more specifically people who he can have a back and forth with.

especially when you add your own terms of endearment to the end like yas, call that man a pretty boy and watch him turn into a mess right in front of you 😍

you be like, "you flirt like this to everyone, pretty boy?"

and he's all like "no brain, only y/n."

cackling at that PLS, he's all bark, no bite.

the chemistry between you happened naturally. he's an extroverted and charismatic character who always spiced up other people's lives, so when you brought something to his table, miya atsumu is running circles around you.

he's got a filthy mouth and loud insults to compliment it, but you know how to shut him up- much to osamu's pleasure.

speaking about osamu, he had no idea atsumu had positive adjectives in his vocabulary to describe someone with, so when he hears his blond-haired twin talk about you in a dreamy tone, he is shocked.

when atsumu realises his developing feelings for you, he begins to put a lot of emphasis in his body language... and it doesn't work. sometimes he'll catch you in a classroom and lean against the door with his arms crossed, trying to act as suave as possible.

because he's actually overthinking everything, such as what word he's going to say next, whether or not he should stand up a little straighter- he's a complete mess. it wasn't fair that you were so effortlessly charming.

but you find it endearing nonetheless, because it gives you a lot more to tease him about.

however when atsumu is head over heels for you, he becomes even messier- sometimes stuttering over his words and looking away so he can hide his flustered expression when you call him a 'pretty boy'.

he's transparent about his behaviour as well, and it's kind of hard to not notice how much a certain setter likes you when he's acting like a fool in love.

when you've had enough of it, you stop his rambling mid-sentence by putting a hand on his shoulder, smiling up at him, "you don't need to try so hard, miya, i like you the way you are."

with a supportive pat, you walk away, leaving a shocked miya atsumu in an empty hallway after school.

he chases after you and asks shyly to walk you home, and you've never heard him be so quiet and gentle before, so you take up his offer with a wide smile.

in a proper relationship, the flirting doesn't stop, except it's paired with more shameless terms of endearment. and it's become a contest to see who can be the cringiest.

"we still on today for after school, sugar bubs?" atsumu asks as he takes the seat beside you, and you gag a little at the nickname. "anything for you, my little lovely," you leaned your chin onto your hands, fluttering your lashes at him. he breaks out in laughter, "ew, that was horrible!" "i know, i'm sorry." suna grumbles from the corner, "do you guys ever shut the fuck up?"

much to atsumu's dismay, you've begun to call suna 'my little lovely' instead of him.

seriously though, this man adores you and is willing to put up with any shit you throw at him, so long as you continue being his.

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[kkusuka]

alright alright, these are what i think the aftermath of them fucking you really well! HQ!! eddition <3

boys: ushijima, bokuto, iwaizumi, aran, miya twins, tendo, sakusa, and komori

implied smut ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

pt. 2

ushijima wakatoshi ☽

shaking legs ᴥ︎

you knew it wasn’t as hard as he could go, but shit was it still rough

you could stand, barely, but you could

although it was obvious what had happened the night before, one look from Toshi shut that down

but~ that didn’t stop Tendou, oh no it didn’t

“aw, y/n! your legs are shaking pretty bad huh? i could always talk to Wakatoshi-kun for you!”

all that matters is that toshi likes to see the evidence of how good he made you feel

(and in the morning when you can barely stand he gets to hold you and bring you into the shower with him and he’d ruin your legs every night if it meant he could do that every morning)

aaaaannnd you let him massage your legs when it happens

basically toshi thrives off of touching you

bc he isn’t the best with words so he has to find a better way to let you know he loves you

omg, he is so precious 🥺

bokuto kotaro 

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤 ♡︎

if bokuto had it his way, he would never have to leave your thighs

he just goes and goes until you’ve bagged him to fuck you

to which he happily abides

but that doesn’t take away the spots of purple and red adorning you inner AND outer thighs

and they are soooo hard to cover, especially when you want to wear shorts

it’s like a nightmare

the shorts have to cover at LEAST until your mid thigh point, unless you want to look like you were beat up :/

you were never going to tell him though, no way he was too good for you to ask him to stop

iwaizumi hajime

𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜 ♕

daddy iwa-chan hits it from the back more often then not

and we’ve all seen how strong he is too

in the middle of blowing your back out he’ll grab your hair in one hand and start to spank you with the other

and he won’t stop smacking until your cheeks are red, then he’ll rub them a bit, attempting to soothe your already bruising ass

this doesn’t even include the finger marks of when he groped your ass during you quick make out session

(he slapped your ass during that too. multiple times too)

his is an aftercare king tho

he’ll rub some soothing cream on your cheeks and give them and your upper thighs a little massage/rub thing

but nothing could completely get rid of the pain :/

you WILL not be sitting comfortably for the next few days

it’s the Iwa guarantee ;)

atsumu miya

🇷 🇦 🇼  🇹 🇭 🇷 🇴 🇦 🇹  𖣔

(raw throat)

two reasons

anytime you try to give him a blowjob

it any time you have his dick in your mouth somehow

he fuck your throat like he’ll never experience it ever again, like a man possessed

AND he doesn’t stop fucking you until your screaming for him

sadistic fuck :|

if you couldn’t guess, all of your neighbors hate you two but are too embarrassed to say anything to your face

needless to say, you gargle salt water after every round to try and save your voice

it literally never works, like ever

and what makes it even worse is taht the next morning tsumu would ask you questions knowing you couldn’t answer

“babe, do you want eggs?.....babe?.....ohhhh right, guess you’ve gotta write everything down for now huh?

osamu miya

🅑🅡🅤🅘🅢🅔🅓 🅢🅒🅐🅛🅟

he will pull and pull your hair

even if you cut it super super short, he’ll just grab your head

he literally uses you as leverage to fuck you harder

he has a method to making sure you feel good too!

when he’s pulling out he’s only lightly pulling your hair

buuuuuuuut

when he’s slamming back in he’ll yank your hair so your body crashes into his

as you could imagine it hurts your head

it’s happened so often that when the team hears you talking about a headache they already know what went on

you’ve had to ice your head because he pulled so hard

he does make it seem worth it when he makes you onigiri and god you a head massager (like the ones cats use)

you both have a joke now, that you purr when he massages you

he always makes it better <3

sakusa kiyoomi

i͜͡m͜͡m͜͡o͜͡b͜͡i͜͡l͜͡i͜͡t͜͡y͜͡

he makes sure you can’t move

it’s like a game to him

we all know omi is into some freaky shit, and if you didn’t know now you do now

in your apartment he has a gym, so he built in a hook that he said was for a punching bag

but really? he ties you up by your wrists which after some times make you unable to move your arms

then if hs not up to fuck, he had a machine that will do if for him!

but when he does fuck you, he can go and go and go and go

either of these leave your lower half completely immobile for the next few hours

by the time he takes your arms down your convinced that they’ll never get a blood flow again

but Omi isn’t a monster and he is the true BDSM aftercare king

he’ll wash you in a bubble bath and you guys will cuddle in the tub until he decides to carry to to bed

wake up cuddles are mandatory after hard-core scenes

and he’ll let no one know that he could die happy cuddling with you

can you tell i love omi more than life?

tendou satori

𝔯𝔞𝔴 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 (ʳᵃʷ ʷʳⁱˢᵗˢ)

we know satori’s bondage kink goes far beyond the wrists

but sometimes it a lot to get all the rope and leather

by if you are having sex, your wrists are tied one way or another

mostly with a rope, hence them being rubbed raw

he’ll tie them to the bed frame and make you whither under him for hours

and when your convulsing on his cock you aren’t thinking about how you’re trying to free your wrists for their restraints

but when you’re done and he unties them all red and burning, it’s all you can think about

at first neither did you really knew what to do

but as time went on you two made a little post sex routine!

tori goes to get your skin cream while you rearrange the bed and get ready for cuddles and movies!

you learn in a very weird way that cream does not fix the bruises that come from the rope

it all came to a stop when Ushiwaka asked if tendo had hurt you because of the purple and red blemishes on your wrists

and after satori laughing at you for about ten minutes he explained that it was all ok and Toshi didn’t need though worry about your health.

you don’t think Wakatoshi can look at you the same :|

aran ojiro

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𑁍

just like osamu, it’s like leverage to fuck you better

he knows just where to press and he does it so much you the end of the night that your neck has finger prints forming

it never helps that when he wants to switch positions he grabs your neck an pulls you by it

as delicious as it feels, this habit has left the both of you in some pretty awkward situations

like the time atsumu exclaimed “damn aran, if i don’t know any better i’d think that you were trying to strangle poor y/n!” in front of the whole cafeteria

or the time suna asked you if aran could hold your neck with one hand while the other was busy “opening your legs” right in front of your english teacher

aran also got into a habit of apologizing for choking you all the time

and all you have to tell him that you could always just wear more turtlenecks ❤︎

komori motoya

𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 ☃︎

to say that komori loves your hips, is a complete understatement

whenever you two are “making loooove~” ,as he refers to it, he has two hands on your hips

he doesn’t look like it, but this man is stroooooong

so when he gets excited, he squeezes your hips extremely hard

this leaves some pretty noticeable hand marks on either side of you

luckily a lot of your clothes cover that general area

but that doesn’t take away any soreness

but that means you can squeeze a full dose massage out of him

which he gladly does, anything for his pretty baby <3