#kisaki x you

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | takashi mitsuya, manjiro sano (bonten tl), chifuyu matsuno, shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, haruchiyo sanzu.

CONTENT WARNING | sanzu's contains nsfw, mention of eating disorders. fem!reader.

NOTE | all characters are in their 20s, english isn't my first language! (divider by cafekitsune)

— MITSUYA.

Mitsuya has a hard time getting over your death. He's constantly haunted by the feeling that he somehow failed to protect you, even though your death had nothing to do with him and everyone around him always insists on the fact that there's nothing he could have done to prevent it.

His grief gets so bad that taking care of himself becomes the last thing on his mind. He neglects his appearance and barely eats anymore, he simply can't find the motivation to carry on with his life as if nothing happened. The only thing he looks forward to every day is going back to sleep.

His dreams have become a sanctuary, a safe place where death doesn't exist and the two of you can finally reunite.

— MIKEY.

Mikey keeps a stoic expression the entire time he's being told the news. He's biting his tongue, trying not to let his emotions show.

He feels his heart break into a thousand pieces as fear, anger, and grief all overtake him at once. He wants to scream, to lash out, to hit something. But he doesn't say a single word. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

He then nods curtly before exiting the room and heading to a quiet place where he can gather his thoughts. The world around him feels distant, everything turning into white noise as he struggles to come to terms with what he's just been told.

Mikey hadn't been in touch with you for nearly a decade and he's unsure if he's even supposed to mourn you as intensely as he does, not knowing if you still remembered or even cared about him after all those years.

All he knows is that he did still care about you, and your death feels like a cruel joke life played on him, a punishment that cuts him to the core for all the crimes he's committed.

— CHIFUYU.

Chifuyu completely isolates himself from the world. The moment he hears about your death, he breaks down and cries inconsolably for a solid hour, completely shattered by the loss of yet another friend.

He blames himself for not having done enough to save you, and your death brings back the same overwhelming emotions he experienced when he lost Baji.

With a heavy heart, he visits your grave every day and places a single flower on top of your gravestone, silently expressing his love and respect for you. He takes a moment to collect himself then heads to Baji's resting place where he repeats the same ritual and prays that the pain of losing his best friends will eventually get better.

— HANMA.

Hanma acts like he doesn't care. He'll put on a tough façade, tell everyone he never even cared about you and laugh in their faces when they try to offer condolences. He goes so far as to get defensive when anyone dares to suggest that he had any emotional attachment to you.

You were nothing but a careless brat who threw herself head first into the lion's den despite having been warned of the risks beforehand. Why would he feel any sort of empathy? Why would he care?

But this façade crumbles down as soon as he's alone in the funeral home, staring down at your open casket.

He slowly takes a step closer, looking at your lifeless body, the memory of you lying on the ground, blood pouring out of your wounds flashing through his mind.

He reaches out a shaky hand to cup your face but retracts it right away when he feels the coldness of your skin, a single tear escaping from his eye.

He doesn't let it show, but he spends the rest of his life missing you.

— KISAKI.

Kisaki doesn't react. At least, not from the outside. He keeps his head down and continues flipping through his papers, as if the words he just heard held little to no importance to him.

He might even hum dismissively and wave off whoever brought him the news, not bothering to say anything else.

But anyone who knows him knows that Kisaki is seething with anger beneath the surface.

He doesn't allow himself to dwell on it for too long, though; instead, he channels all those hidden emotions into plotting the perfect revenge. He meticulously devises a plan to make everyone involved with your murder pay, calculating each step to ensure maximum damage.

Regardless of how long it takes, whether it be months or even years, Kisaki will make sure that your death doesn't go unpunished.

— SANZU.

Sanzu tries to forget by sleeping with other women. He wants to move on, and he wants to do it fast.

But he'll be damned if forgetting you was an easy task.

He might try to convince himself that it's not intentional, but he often finds himself gravitating towards women who resemble you in some way. Whether it's the color of their skin or similarities in hair color or style, he can't deny that he still longs for you and looks for you in every woman he picks.

He'll take them from behind and pretend they're you, the palm of his hand softly sliding up their back as if you were suddenly the one moaning for more underneath him. He'll probably moan out your name at some point, not giving a damn about getting a negative reaction from the nameless girl he's using.

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

✮ imagine kisaki dating you just to be closer to hina, your best friend. you knew her since you could remember and kisaki since cram school. you didn't have a real opinion on him and just thought he was the shy, studious type- nothing really special to write home about.

✮ but you were surprised when he confessed a little after hina started talking about a boy named takemichi and how he saved her. you don’t know why he confessed at all. you couldn't even think of a single reason. you never spoke; it was just you standing behind hina, waiting for her to finish complimenting him so you could go get popsicles at the park.

✮ the confession seemed fake- even something a little you could pick up on. it was like a robot, and not in the way he was confessing to himself in the mirror so many times; it was just dry. the confession had no heart to it. he wasn't even blushing and looking down, flickering his eye to you and the ground and spilling out, “i like like you!” it was just bland. so bland, in fact, you forgot every single word of it even while listening to it.

✮ but you were also young and thought a boyfriend would make you cooler, so you accepted it. also because you didn’t want to be left behind from hina and her ever-growing relationship with takemichi.

✮ when you asked him why he liked you a few weeks into the relationship, he said something about how you were like a plant and didn't get on his nerves. you didn't talk to him for a week after that.

✮ but when middle school started is when you were questioning the relationship. sure, it was weird to date someone and then move into middle school. the new personalities and new friend groups would naturally cause conflicts, but you were determined to keep on dating the guy. so determined it clouded your thoughts on the real underlying reason he even wanted to date you. you also didn't want to question if he liked you just to have a repeat of the plant comment.

✮ you were still friends with hina in middle school, going from a friend to a best friend if takemichi didn't already fit that role with a boyfriend. you were jealous of him, spending so much time with her after school. you didn’t know if that was the real reason or maybe jealous of their relationship. kisaki looked at you and spent time with you, yes, but it all seemed so artificial. like some alien trying to blend into the real world disguised as a cow with purple spots in a field of grass.

✮ it all changed, or spiraled when he met some guy, oniinii, osanii, osanai? he said you have your friends and he can have his, so you shouldn't judge, so you didn’t. you let him be. after all, relationships are built on trust and understanding.

✮ now the only time he wants to hang out is when you make an offside comment about how hina was going to be there or you were hanging out with hina. you thought it was just a way for him to be less awkward around you- a third person to brighten up the mood and keep the conversation from coming to an awkward pause. still, when you mentioned other names, he just hummed and continued to study for an upcoming test while you sat on his bed staring at the tv.

✮ after about a month of this, you were a little more than mad. you wanted to stay in the relationship for a reason you couldn’t pin down. you wanted to think it was because you liked him and his calming presence. you shoved down the feeling of being stubborn; a year plus relationship with someone wasn't a lot, but to you, it was. you’ve stuck with him for a year; he’s the first and only guy to confess to you. then you pushed down the feeling of not wanting to be alone, just having friends- nothing special like a boyfriend in sight.

✮ so you started shoving more and more dates in his face if one date a week was bombarding. you just wanted a simple lunch date with him on the weekend, drink something nice, and maybe eat a sweet with him and talk about your week.

✮ but he would slowly start to ditch it more and more as the weeks passed. the first and second week were the best because he actually showed up and stayed. you would carry the conversation, assuming he was awkward, but it was overall a nice time- calm and comfortable.

✮ but he would slowly slip farther and farther from your date plans. you didn’t want to question it the first few times he left as he said osanai needed him and you assumed he was just tutoring the poor guy. you didn't want to judge people based on their appearance, an appearance you had yet to see but from the sound of it he could be a delinquent. besides, kisaki was leaving money to pay for his and maybe your meal if you didn’t talk a lot. yet as the weeks passed, your thoughts of the tutoring switched to your boyfriend getting bullied by the gang member you only know the name of.

✮ kisaki did catch onto your worry and he told you not to worry. he had told you osanai was his friend. he had told you osanai needed some help with homework. he had told you him and osanai needed to finish a last-minute project. excuses, excuses and more excuses.

✮ now the only dates you even get are the spur-of-the-moment ones which you force him to go on. even then, he leaves early, leaving more and more cash on the table each time to cover the bill.

✮ and then came hanma. you remembered that man's name the first time you heard it. you hated the way he looked at you. he had this look as if to tell you he knew so much more than you. like he knew something you didn't. not to mention his laugh whenever you left the room. your room. they would talk and discuss whatever teenagers talk about in your room, food crumbs on your bed left by the new boy.

✮ your boyfriend and his new replacement for osanai even used kisaki's room. you know this from kisaki telling you randomly, as if to diffuse your anger after a long day. but then hanma said he liked the vibe of yours so they used it more. you had a feeling he was just making up excuses so he could get a mini maid, you.

✮ you were afraid of the new replacement of osanai. you don’t even think kisaki remembers him, which pisses you off more than you’d like to admit because he spent more time with him than you.

✮ hanma got under your skin in more ways than one. he never got mad at you, never even raising a hand to hit you. it was that look he gave you that made you hate him so much, not the amount of time he spent with your boyfriend.

✮ when you yelled at the tall boy for smoking in your room, he laughed and told you not to worry about it so much because he did it out the window. you were on the verge of shoving him out the window if he kept up being himself.

✮ but the reason you probably hated hanma so much was that you had more of a relationship with him than the boy you were in a relationship with.

✮ now, you remember those dates kisaki left you for with osanai? now he was leaving with hanma every time he apologized quicker and quicker. each time he left, he would leave a wad of cash greater and greater than the last. you didn’t want to question the money; it was his life after all. it also would mostly cover the tab and sometimes leave you some extra money. one of these times you had enough left over to buy him a present, and with your anniversary coming up, you wanted to buy him something- it was his money after all.

✮ you liked the present having thought about it for a while now. you had decided on a mini pig phone charm, remembering how they were one of the smartest animals in that one documentary you watched a few years ago. you also remembered he didn’t like dumb people, something he brought up when you asked what the amount of money the tip would be. it was the perfect anniversary gift! so perfect in fact you bought a matching one so you could even remember you had a boyfriend!

✮ and a week after your anniversary when you walked into your room, you saw hanma sitting on your bed, looking at his phone while something played in the background. that little pig charm was dangling from his phone, almost taunting you. even that stupid pig was giving you the pitting look hanma would always give you, only this time hanma had a smile on his face watching as your eyes followed the animal sway side to side. side to side on your boyfriends best friends phone.

✮ when you ran to the bathroom to call hina, kisaki was knocking on the door a few minutes after you burst out of your own room. he sounded so… dissatisfied. so unfazed. like he was forced to do it, but you knew better than to believe it was hanma who did it. could it be? your boyfriend was actually trying to care for you? did he actually appreciate all that time you spent trying to love and care for him? did he love your date ideas? did he love you?

✮ no.

✮ no.

✮ no.

“can you stop crying? it’s annoying and i can’t focus.”

✮ tetta kisaki must die.

you slam opened the door to his face, watching as he stumbled back into the wall, paying no attention to the prying eyes and ears of hanma from down the hall. “shut up! just shut up already! why is it the one time i need you to not talk you finally open your mouth?! you’re always so quiet around me! i’m the person you're supposed to open up around, and you don't! the one time you should say something- anything nice to cheer me up, you tell me I'm annoying!”

“are you… breaking up with me?”

“what else do you expect?! i can’t call you by your first name! i get you something for our anniversary and you give it to your best friend! you never spend any time with me! you only want to spend time with hina, who has a boyfriend! i mean seriously, what’s wrong with you? have you just liked her this whole time!?” and with hanma's annoying laugh, it was solidified. he never even liked you in the first place. hanma knew. osanai probably knew. everyone knew but you.

“i hope you and hanma have a great life together kisaki.” you finally try and relax, keeping a steady breath looking down on your ex-boyfriend. “now get out. now.”

[killsaki]

greed ☆ kisaki tetta — you’re spoiled, spoil him too?

cw/tw : (my) bonten kisaki, murder mentions, raw sex, creampie, possessiveness, brain dump, unedited/drabble.

your boyfriend likes to make you happy; likes to leave no room for error or disappointment when it comes to you. there will never be a chance for anyone else to treat you better, because kisaki treats you the best.

he’ll hand you his black card if you talk about something you saw in a storefront, he’ll buy out your favorite restaurant on your anniversary. he’s flew you out of the country after one mention of you wanting to get out of the house, and even had men killed for mishandling you. so, of course when times come that you start to paw at him, batting those pretty, needy eyes he can’t even pretend to ignore—he wants to fuck you in the way that you prefer.

he’d be happy to fuck you hard and fast, to tease you until you’re dripping down your thighs, shower you in degradation until you cry—if that’s what you want. he says he can, and he knows he can but when it comes to, the two of you always end up having the slowest, neediest sex.

it always starts how you ask for it, with his trained fingers fucking into you, the obscene sounds from your slick only background noise compared to the moans you just can’t seem to hold in. the feeling of his lips along your neck accompanied by the sweet kisses he gives and whispers of “mine, mine, mine,” just make you even more weak in his hands.

he’s level headed. until you start to wrap around him, arms tangled behind his neck, legs trapping his own to keep him pinned to you. it’s the desperation you feel for him in your most vulnerable moments that make him so greedy for you. it’s simply not enough to love you, to have you beneath him—he needs you entirely. he needs you to love him, all of him; to see him for everything that he is—calculating, manipulative, dangerously intelligent, insanely obsessive—and to choose him despite it. to need him the way he needs you, for you to wish to burn the world if he was no longer in it. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to feel that you mean it.

he begrudgingly pulls away from where he’d found the perfect spot to hear your perfect pleads to take in your expressions as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. piercing blue eyes not for a moment leaving yours, even as you look back at him so sweetly with a gaze full of tears. the pure adoration you have for him spills out say you caress his face and makes him lose sight of what it is you said that you want—because his mind just says to give and all he has in the moment to provide is himself, so that’s what he does.

he oh so slowly, pushes his cock past your entrance, his mouth slightly dropping open as he watches the way your lashes flutter, how your head rolls from the deeper he goes. the feeling of your fingers twitch against his scalp, the chills he gets from the way you whine his name. how you sing promises of love and praises only for him to hear—if all fogs his mind in the most addictive way. and then there’s no turning back.

his hands twist in the sheets beneath you as he takes his time, watching you fall apart with static buzzing under his own skin. each push of his hips against yours has you melting deeper into the mattress, needy hands exploring his skin, scratching between his shoulder blades as he sucks possessive marks into your most sensitive spots along your collarbone. and up again to lock around the back of his neck, holding him against you as if there’s anywhere else on this earth that he would rather be when his lips finally meets yours.

your body is so honest for him, or maybe it’s from how closely he’s watched and noted your reactions—the way he’s about to tell when your orgasm is approaching just by the change in your breathing.

“ki’, please.” you all but cry, begging senselessly between short whines for what your boyfriend knows is for him to bring you over the edge.

he gives, resting on his forearm and watching you squirm beneath him as his free hand reaches between you. his ringed thumb rubbing perfect circles over your clit. “c’mon,” he kisses up your jaw, whispering lowly. “for me.”

“t-tetta—” you gasp as your walls start to spams around him, eyes squeezed shut with your mouth dropped open to let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard mixed in with the most intoxicating mumbles of his name and the part that gets him the most. “i love you, love you, love you—“

he can’t possibly hold back, his own end approaching him at the stomach aching speed it always does when you start to cum for him. his lips crash into yours to keep himself from letting out any noises that might make you repulsed, that might show a bit too much weakness from him. he kisses you, sloppy and slow as he fucks you both through your highs—not stopping until you’re squelching from the mix of your slick and his cum.

he’ll act like it’s not a big deal to pull from you, to clean you up with the smallest smile on his face. but in reality he wishes he could stay there forever, watching your blissed out expression as he’s still plugging your cunt. where he can image you belonging to just him forever, for no one else to see, or to touch.

“hey,” you whisper as he finishes, your weak hand grabbing his wrist before he leaves the bed. he lets you pull him down closer, to lead him. “i love you.”

his smile starts to grow, but he chooses to hide it in another kiss. as if you can’t feel it pressing against you, not that you’ll ever mind.

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU HANG OUT WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND WITHOUT THEM

CHARACTER(S): Kisaki . Wakasa. Baji

WARNING/S: n/a

a/n: Fics requested thru 2k event will resume in the day after

Kisaki Tetta

Managing a crime syndicate is no easy feat, so, understandably, Kisaki has been and will always be busy. you have no problem with it considering he makes time in his busy schedule to spend with you. sadly not all the time though.

Today was supposed to be his free day as he promised to clear his schedule and spend it with you. but certain things happened and Kisaki was stuck in his office. after a sincere sorry, he lends you his card claiming 'you don't have to get stuck in here with me' and to enjoy the rest of the day.

you were disappointed but used to it and as you were contemplating what you could do alone you bumped into Hanma, wandering the streets, a cigarette in hand.

with nothing to do, Hanma offers to accompany you and to your surprise, he was actually good company. he knows quick shortcuts, offered his opinions on certain things, showed you good places to go with Kisaki, and made you laugh with his witty comments.

It was already dark when you came back to Kisaki's office, still on his chair where you left him but clearly more tired and stressed than the last time you saw him, which was that just morning.

Kisaki looks up from his table, silently greeting you as you drop the bags you shopped and went over to him and kiss his cheek as a greeting which he welcomes.

"Babe, you've been working since morning, how about a break?" you offered while Kisaki stared at you, suddenly wondering how he got so lucky.

Kisaki sighs and reached a hand to hold yours, "I know, this work can't seem to lessen even when I spent a long time on it. Sorry, I couldn't spend the day with you"

you couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face. "Hey it's okay, besides the days are not over yet, want to have dinner with me?"

Kisaki wouldn't refuse that, especially not when you're pulling him up and towards the separate table, where a soft couch is waiting for him. one by one you set up take-out food and place them on the table." I brought your favorite from your favorite restaurant"

Kisaki pauses, suddenly his brain is working at full capacity again as his brows furrow. remembering that his favorite restaurant is found in a not-so-safe part of the town. "That part of the town is outside my control, you shouldn't have gone there alone"

nonchalantly, you responded without missing a beat "I wasn't alone, Hanma went with me"

This time, Kisaki's whole body tenses, his brows furrowed even more in confusion. "what?"

"said you didn't have any job for him so he accompanied me, I doubt someone would approach me with Hanma around" you explained, completely unaware of the turmoil happening in your boyfriend's head.

noticing his silence you turned around to look at him, an undescribable expression on his face as if he was thinking very deeply.

you carefully asked, "What's with that face?"

with a sigh, Kisaki drops his utensils and pulls you closer to him. and honestly responded to you, "I don't trust Hanma alone with you"

now you were even more confused, "Hey, Hanma wouldn't do anything to harm me, besides I doubt he has any bad intentions to me, you're his friend, and you've known each other since high school"

his burrows didn't lessen one bit, "exactly, I know how his brains work…" a moment of silence as Kisaki thinks hard before sighing and dropping his head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't direct my frustrations and shortcomings towards Hanma, I didn't rise to the top just so I could write on papers all day long"

your features soften as you wrap your arms around him for comfort, "You do not have any shortcomings, I love you as you are" you coaxed gently, "though, I guess you could spend the whole day with me tomorrow?"

Kisaki chuckled, love and warmth spreading on his chest. "anything for you princess"

Hanma had more workload than usual after that.

Wakasa Imaushi

Wakasa is not lazy as he looks but rather an aloof individual, and while he enjoys dates with you, he prefers home dates where he can have you all to himself.

This day, Wakasa had invited you for another date or what he likes to phrase as a 'hang out at his house'. who were you to decline. so before coming over, you decided to get some snacks and candy on the way.

by coincidence, you ran into Benkei on the way to the shop and he decided to accompany you, even offered to pay for the snacks which you decline, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness.

Benkei looks intimidating but was actually fun to talk to. you were so engrossed with his stories about the early days with Shinichiro and Wakasa that time passed by.

a certain man was worried sick since you were supposed to arrive 30 minutes ago that he decided to get out and look for you.

by the time Wakasa found you, he stopped a few feet away, noticing how happy you were, eyes sparkling in astonishment with the man beside you. a conflicting feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He narrowed his eyes as he made his presence known. "I've been looking for you"

your eyes widen in surprise as you turned and see your boyfriend. a different sparkle in your eyes and a much brighter smile are directed at him, making him feel a little better. "Waka?"

"I've been calling you" he simply said eyes narrowing at Benkei who was also staring at him. a silent conversation happening between them.

"you did?" you asked in surprise as you rummage on your bag to look for your phone and sure enough he had multiple calls and texts. "Oh sorry, I must have put it on silence"

Wakasa raise a brow toward his friend, "what are you doing here?" Benkei shrugged, a grin on his face, knowing already what his friend is thinking, "Found her wandering the streets, thought I should say hi and accompany her"

Wakasa huffs, "ok, thanks, we'll get going now"

A Split second was all it took for Wakasa to grab your hand and pull you toward his house. intertwining your hands while he took the bag from your hands to hold. a curious look on your face as you watch him walk as if nothing had just happened. "what was that about?"

but instead of an answer, you were responded with another question, "what were you talking about with him?"

you blinked, putting the pieces together before you understood what was happening. you tried to hide your smile as you answered him. "just about the time when an old lady mistook you for a woman"

Wakasa freeze on the spot, "Benkei" he curses under his breath before looking ahead as if it didn't affect him. "Don't listen to everything he says"

"It can't be helped" you chuckled " that you're so pretty"

though not noticeable, he blushed immediately, before completely stopping. his droopy lilac eyes watch the playful look on your eyes before trailing down to your lips. "you're prettier though"

he pressed his lips against yours for a breathtaking kiss as he hummed when your hands' unconsciouslly came up to pull at the stands of his hair. you were both breathing heavily when he pulled away, a dazed look in your eyes. "were you jealous that I spent a little time with Benkei?"

"no" he quickly denied, before continuing and correcting himself. "just a little, that's 30 minutes taken from my supposed time with you"

Baji Keisuke

It wasn't that Baji is extremely busy but rather he has a lot on his agenda as a captain of the first division. plus he has a lot of pent-up energy that he needed to vent by beating up other people.

It's not something you have to be upset with, since Baji spends time with you more than you can ask for. is kind and extremely warmhearted to the point that he refuses to see you whenever he has bruises and wounds.refusing to make you worry about his well-being. so it didn't surprise you when you were welcome by Chifuyu instead of your boyfriend.

Baji making it a habit to send the blond and deliver an excuse as to why he can't come to meet you, even though you had long figured out that he didn't want you to see bruises on his body.

you deflate a little, contemplating between being angry or understanding, knowing that Baji is willing to cancel on a date just so don't worry.Chifuyu being a sweet and kind person offered to take you home but upon finding out that you have bought tickets to a movie he was also wanting to see, offered to see the movie with you. seeing no harm with it you agreed.

Chifuyu is a good company, like a little brother getting excited every time he sees a certain scene played out.after bombarding Baji with texts and calls, he then calls you later that night, with an apologetic tone behind his voice.

"Did you get home safe?" was his initial question. cautiously as if he was treading between life and death.

you pouted, a petty simple answer to his question. "you could have made sure that I went home safe if you showed up today".

He sighs, thumb absentmindedly playing with the charm hanging from his phone. "Sorry, you know I don't want you to worry"

feeling his sincerity, you sigh and forced yourself to smile and believe that Baji just wasn't the best for you."I know, just so you know I worry about you-- bruises or not, so It'll be a lot better if you do show up so I can take care of you"

Baji unconsciously smiles, a lovestruck look on his face. "We can watch it later this week, together this time" he offered.

without thinking much you voiced out a nonchalant response. "Why would I want to watch it again, When I already watched it with Chifuyu"

on the other side of the phone, Baji becomes silent. processing the words you said. Movie. you. Chifuyu. Together.

"You watched it with Chifuyu?" he asked frowning at the newfound knowledge. not that you can see. a look of confusion passed your face when the call suddenly ended and a few moments later there was a knock on your window.

"Keisuke?! what are you doing here?" you asked, eyes widened from shock as Baji easily climb over your window, a serious look on his face, but aside from that, angry bruises and cuts were present on his face,it looked painful to see. and now you understood why Baji doesn't want you to see.

But Baji was more busy to question you than realize the worry on your face."You watched a romance movie with Chifuyu?!" you raise your arm to cup his cheeks, snapping him to reality. "Is that important?! you're badly hurt!"

he looked at you silently for a minute, relishing the touch of your fingers against his skin. "It doesn't hurt, what hurts is that you watch a romantic movie with another man"

"and whose fault is that" you silently whispered while he crossed his arms against his chest and pouted while you smiled at him in response.

of course, Baji would be more concerned about another Man being close to you than his well being. Without thinking much, you pulled him towards you and buried your face in the crook of his neck. "If it makes you feel better it was a Romcom Movie, Chifuyu laughed the whole time while I was only thinking about you"

he raises his head, arms sheepily wrapping around you. cheeks flaming red. "It does make me feel better"

"I didn't know you get this jealous easily"

"shut up"

[heyimroe]

Tr Men opening a bottle for you

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Ran & Rin, Baji, Sanzu, Hanma & Kisaki

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Content: fluff

Summary: You can't open a bottle and they help you open it

Please don't steal my post

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Mikey:

"Mikey!!" You shout across the hall as he was about to leave for work."Hm? What is it, y/n?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Help me open this bottle. Please," you say while giving him puppy eyes. He chuckles at your request and opens the bottle with ease. "Thanks, Mikey." You say quietly. He smiles at you, "You're welcome. " as he leaves for work.

Draken:

You sit in your seat as you struggle to open a coke bottle. "You need help?" He says while walking towards you. "Yes, please." You turn behind and say. He comes to you and takes the bottle, opening it and drinking some of the liquid inside it. "Ken!!" You whine while pouting your lips. He grins at your reaction, "Your welcome, baby." He says while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Mitsuya:

You knock on the door as he says you can come in. "Taka-" you were about to ask him something but saw he was busy with his sewing machine. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were busy," you say while closing the door. He stops his sewing machine and turns to you. "It's okay, y/n. What's wrong?" He asks, his eyes sinking into yours. "Can you open this for me?" You ask, embarrassed a bit as he takes the bottle from your hand. "Here you go," he says after opening and giving it to you. "Thanks, Taka" giving him a kiss before leaving.

Ran:

"Ran, can you help me?" You ask your boyfriend as he leisures on the sofa. "I'm busy, y/n." He replies. The disappointment on your face made him feel guilty. As you were walking away, he stops you. "Wait, y/n." He sighs, "What'd need help with?" You give him the bottle and asking to open it. He quickly opens it and gives it to you. "Thanks, Ran." You says as you skip away happily.

Rin:

You and Rin were at home on your shared bed. He laid on your lap, scrolling mindlessly on his phone while you were trying to open a mineral water bottle. "How long do I have to watch you struggle til you ask me?" He says while turning his phone off. "Rin, help me please." You plead, watching him get up and taking the bottle from your grasp. He opens it easily and hands it to you. "Thanks, Rin." You smile as he pecks a kiss on your lips.

Baji:

You and Baji sat lazily on the carpet at Chifuyu's apartment. "Here are the drinks." Chifuyu says as he sets them down on the carpet. "Oh, y/n. Let me help you open it!" Taking the bottle from your hands but was stopped by Baji. "Who d'you think you are?" He mutters while grabbing the drink from his palms. Opening it with ease as he gives it to you as you stare at both of them as they start arguing. "I was just trying to help her!" Chifuyu shouts. "Are you her boyfriend?" Baji snaps.

Sanzu:

"Haru!" You shout across the ball while running to him. "Hm? What is it, baby?" He says while holding the remote and pressing random buttons, eyes fixated on the screen. "Help me open this," you say while handing him the bottle. He lets go of the remote and opens the bottle. Throwing the cap away and giving you the bottle. "There," he mumbles while looking at the screen still. "Thanks, haru." You say, kind of dissappointed he was still paying attention to the television.

Hanma:

"Shu-" you were confused as Hanma was nowhere in sight though he was just there a second ago. Your confused phase didn't notice his towering figure behind you. "You need something, doll?" He asks, his voice startling you and amused him. "Do you need help with the bottle?" He asks, you nod and he instantly opened it with no problem. "There," he says while patting your head as he walks away.

Kisaki:

Kisaki sat in his study as you come in. "Tetta, are you busy?" You ask as he puts down his papers. "No, why?" He replies as you walk in. "Help me open this bottle, please." You ask while feeling a bit embarrassed. He takes it from your grasp and opens it easily. He gives it back to you and pulls you down on his lap as you gasp. "There, now stay with me til I'm done."

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 2 18+ Ft: Chifuyu, Kisaki, Mitsuya and Sanzu MINORS DNI WC: 800+ TW: cursing in spanish, slight degrading, hair pulling and sexual tension(with Sanzu)part 1 A/N: Hello babes! Part 2 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Chifuyu 

He caught on pretty quickly to how to pronounce the words, even phrases. When he’s in the shop and when he has a bit of downtime, he has a booklet of phrases that he would repeat to himself, and make sure he said it correctly. You are helping stock some supplies and when you hear him scolding Peke. “No peke J! Uno, dos, tres. Ahhh Merida.” Chifuyu began picking up the items that fell off the counter.

“You okay???” You asked about walking to the front. Peke J saw you walking up, and he began making his way towards you, purring as he wanted to be pet by you. “Was your daddy trying to discipline you by counting in Spanish?” you chuckled Peke responded in a meow “ mi precious” you spoke in a cute tone which he liked.

Chifuyu squinted his eyes “I’m trying to get him used to understanding it. He only seems to like it when you speak to him in spanish. And when I  say it he does the opposite. ”  Looking at Peke J who was now cuddling in your arms.

“Well  you should try on a softer tone like I do and not sound so gruff ” Kissing the top of Peke’s head. “Huh, mi bebe.” 

‘Little shit.’ Chifuyu said to himself as he was looking at his biggest competition who had your attention at this moment.

Kisaki 

He would memorize everything fast and in a matter of months he would be fluent. He noticed when he spoke to you in Spanish you would literally gawk at him like your star struck. He wouldn’t deny he liked that attention you gave him but when it came down to actually working it was a bit more bothersome. “Did you understand all the directions??” He asked as he was signing some paperwork. “_______…..” he looked up to see you almost in a trance. 

Snapping out of it. “Sorry, what did you say?” Looking at the blond hair man.

Taking his glasses off he pinched the bride of his letting out a sigh. “Necesito que prestes atención. Esto es importante ( I need you to pay attention. This is important.)”  you nodded at his response literally you went a bit tone-deaf hearing him speak again. “Do you understand?”

“Kisaki can I just say.” You were trying to speak but him knowing you so well he cut it short.

“afuera (out)” he pointed to the door. 

You huffed while walking out “You expect me to pay attention when you speak Spanish to me and you know how I get when you speak it to me.” You walked out still ranting. 

Mitsuya 

You were his model as he was getting rough estimates for a current design. The ball of pins was right next to him as he was making adjustments “Por favor da la vuelta (please turn around)” turning around at his sweet command. “Gracias”  he was folding the access fabric and then pinning it. 

“De nada (you're welcome)” you made sure you didn’t move because there would be times when you move you got poked.

The first time he heard you speak Spanish he thought it sounded so elegant. They way you had a form of grace in your tone the way the words sound more as he would call it 'enchanting'. But then there was also that side that sounded way worse just by the tone when you spoke and how you were saying things they were either bad words or bad phrases. Hearing you hum as he was finishing the last pin, you always did a cute hum when you were his mannequin.  Turning around once more. “Ay, qué lindo eres (Oh, you're so cute.).” he smiled 

“Stop saying things like that babe.” he was making you blush. “I only speak the truth.” Getting up kissing the tip of your nose. 

Sanzu

His hands were very grabby with you feeling him squeeze your ass . Another hand on the back of your head fist full of your hair. His tongue dancing against yours. You were feeling flustered any moment he was with you. Giving into him as always when he entered your home. You couldn’t reject him, not even a bit. He was your addiction and you loved it. With his hand he yanked your head back “Tienes una cara muy bonita (you have such a pretty face).” he spoke to you feeling his other hand gripping your chin as you could see his eyes dilated. Shoving his lips against yours feeling his teeth dragging on your bottom lip as he pulled away. Biting your lower lip you look at him as he sends chills down your spine. “te necesito ( i need you)”  looking into the eyes of your chaotic lover.

Letting out a devilish laugh that matches a smile. “You need me sucia(hoe)?”. You nodded at him. “Well, then I have to give you what you want…. Let’s sin up the fucken place then. What does a sucia like you want first?” 

“Anything papí.” The moment you said this to him his lips latched onto your lips once more his hands began to travel up your shirt.

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Type of husband kisaki would be

A/N ::: Here you go, finally!! I'm SO SORRY about how long this has taken and that I completely shit out on your other ask. My brain just could not compute it. I hope you like these.

C/W ::: Husband!Kisaki x F.reader (wife), nothing really? Brief hinting at sex, mentions of kissing. I think that's all.

What type of husband Kisaki would be

Ohhhh Kisaki, Kisaki, Kisaki.

He would be the type of husband to be up before the sun most days and have the coffee on prior to his eyes even opening.

He likes to lay there and watch you sleep for a few minutes and say a silent little prayer about all of the things he is grateful for. (You, your kids, your home and the many others that he considers true blessings.)

He doesn't have a ton of time for cooking, but he loves to make a delicious breakfast that you can enjoy together.

He enjoys watching you eat and taking in all of the compliments.

Constructive criticism is ... heard? Lol but he doesn't always like what you have to say.

He always makes sure to check in with you throughout the day to see if you need anything and if you're doing ok.

There have been days when he would come home early if you said you needed him. But you really try not to exhaust that option because you know that he's a busy man and doesn't need to be weighed down by your insecurities as well.

Though that only ends up making him (lovingly) yell at you about how you're his everything and if you're not doing well, he won't be doing well.

He's an attentive lover and always makes sure that you are satisfied. You two have your fair share of fun in the bedroom and it's not just him doing all the work.

He's always willing to try new things with you and loves to see your creative side come out.

You were painfully shy about your body when the two of you first got together. I mean, he's fit as a fiddle and you're ... you're ... you.

Kisaki loves it, though. The contrast between your bodies has always been a favorite.

He loves that he can lift you up with ease and pin you against the wall for a long, deep kiss (or whatever else he's got going on in that brain of his).

He also loves that you can't do the same for him, but you have other talents that he adores.

It makes him happy that you're different from him. Marrying someone who is the exact same as him would bore the shit out of him (and not to mention, probably really *piss* him off).

Kisaki has ... and always will enjoy the diversity between you and him.

He's not perfect by any means, and he'll admit that he's done some shady shit in the past. But he's always tried to be a good husband and father and hopes that his actions speak louder than words.

Kisaki knows that he has a lot to make up for, but he's working on it and trying his best to be a better person (for you - low-key fuck almost everyone else).

He wants to be the type of husband you can be proud of, and he knows that he can get there with a little more effort and patience.

He's willing to put in the work and is looking forward to the day where he can proudly say that he's reached all of his goals.

For now, though, he's content with being your husband and enjoying the time you have together with your growing family.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I'll just say, imagine fucking Hanma in front of Kisaki, I'll just say that.

although I will also say... imagine spoiling sanzu!toman, that boy deserves love (and to be filled to the limit)

I had two scenarios come to mind for this, and I'm not sure which one I like more... This being a sort of punishment for Kisaki (or he walks in on you and Hanma accidentally). Or, Kisaki being in on it and smirking at Hanma as he loses his mind from your cock 😳

Also yes, heavily agree! Haru deserves so much love (and cum... who said that 🤐)

[shoyoist]

⠀⠀──── 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 : kisaki tetta.

content: fem!reader. unprotected + rough sεx, degradation, light bοndage, hair pulling, he is mean! and then very nice. one slap, he has a watch and rings on, one instance of the term 'whοre'. overstim, brief description of svbspace.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kisaki is so very nice and sweet to you, until he snaps.

kisaki prides himself in being a gentleman. he's refined — handsome, calculating, smooth-voiced and so kind to you.

he treats you like royalty. calls you his darling, kisses you good morning and good night. opens doors for you, gets on his knees to put your shoes on for you. pays for everything. and he never, ever breaks.

not until the nights that follow after a day in which things go wrong for him at work. when something crucial goes awry, when a vital plan fails, when there's a group of traitors discovered amongst the underlings. he gets angry.

and for most people, kisaki tetta's anger means death. but you welcome it with open arms<3.

“ha—ah, tetta!” you cry out, chin digging into your pillow, tits and stomach pressed into the sheets so hard as kisaki pushes you down into the mattress as he towers over you, the heat of his body washing over your skin as he fucks you from the back, hard. “tetta, tetta—please!”

“shut up,” kisaki hisses through clenched teeth, readjusting his grip on your wrists that are roped up behind your back by the coils of his pretty, black and beige pencil-striped tie. “shut up and take it.”

and you will. it's not as if you have a choice. you want to tell him his cock feels so good, you want to tell him harder, tetta! and you want to babble sweet nothings about how much you love him so it makes him feel better—

but with each drag of his length past your sweet spot and every forceful kiss of his cockhead at your cervix, all the words on your tongue evaporate and all the thoughts in your head fall apart. he's fucking you dumb.

so you shut up and let him fuck you, lost in the sting of his hips against your ass and the tantalising slap of his balls against your clit every time he slides deep inside enough— pitchy little ah-ah-ah-ah!’s forced out of your wet, kiss-swollen lips with each thrust.

the scent of sweat, cigars and eau savage fills your lungs with each gasp, the taste of it touching the back of your throat— he'd forgotten to take his watch off, and as he maintains his balance by holding onto your body as you lay under him, you feel the metal strap of the watch dig into your lower back, pinching your skin between the little links. “tetta!”

he doesn't relent. it gives him a rush, a thrill to hear his name leave your pretty little mouth with such fervour, such love and such pleasure.

you will never do him wrong. you're perfect.

his dick, pretty and blushed and drooling pearls of precum into you, fits so well into your little cunt. your warm, velvet walls hug him so tight, fluttering around him just right as he fucks you, pace only increasing with the height of his frustration.

you bury your face into the pillow, moaning into it— and he snaps at you, burying a hand into your hair and pulling your head back up. “stay up,” he orders, his usual gentleness gone without a trace. “say my name.”

“mmmh, tetta!” you obey, such a good little pet for him, your pupils nearly going heart shaped as your eyes roll back, the way he pulls you up by your hair while rolling his hips in and fucking his cock into your cunt all the way has you shaking. god, you love it when he's like this.

“again,” kisaki spits, giving your hair a sharp yank— and you moan, throwing your head back and pushing your body back into his mean, sloppy rhythm. “tetta, tetta, tetta! mmm, love you!”

he slaps the back of your thigh as he pulls back, the metal of his rings painful against the plush of your skin — but you can't even give him a whine because he's already sinking his cock balls deep into you, and immediately the pain is forgotten by the overwhelming surge of bliss.

“you love me?” kisaki scoffs, breathless yet so mean. “do you really, huh? sweetheart?”

“mhm!” you nod, half-conscious as you focus on the tightening of your entire body with the impending orgasm, yet so eager to please him. “i love you soo much!”

“‘s that so?” he lets go of your hair to palm your throat, pulling you up and enjoying the way your back arches so lovely as he leans in, turning your face to a side so he can kiss you. “mhm!” you say again, into his mouth.

“turn over, then.” he rasps, and you pause, heart dropping just a little when his tone doesn't change into something sweeter. he yanks the tie away from your arms, freeing you and leaving you with chafed wrists and sore arms where the coarse fabric had ground on your skin. “turn over, honey.”

“mmm,” you mumble, knowing he'll kiss your wrists and rub your arms for you later.

pulling away and turning over onto your back, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him back in as he kneels between your thighs. “‘m close, tetta,” you tell him, turning your voice as sweet as you can possibly make it. “please don't be mean. let me cum. please?”

“if you loved me,” his eyes glint dangerously behind his glasses, as he corrects them and pushed them up his nose. “you'd be letting me cum first.”

of course! you'll let him do it, you're letting him use your body and your little cunt to vent his frustrations out on, aren't you? your greatest pride and joy is to make him happy at your hands, isn't it?

“mm, cum in me, tetta.” you smile, so pretty underneath him. you lift your ass up a little, grinding your wet cunt against his dick, wanting it back inside you. “want it in me.”

“good girl.” is all kisaki tells you, before he's giving his cock back to you— he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling your body up and slotting his cock back inside, and he can't help the smirk that tugs at his mouth when you grip the sheets, throwing your head back and moaning his name so well.

“that's it.” he squeezes your hip. “just like that, sweetheart. little whore when you're on me.” and you are. oh, you are.

it takes him only a few more thrusts before he's cumming into you, and the warm, sticky feeling of his cum filling your little hole up and dripping out—

the hot, slippery mess that forms between your bodies as he keeps his pace up, neatly trimmed nails and watch strap digging into your thighs as he holds onto you and fucks every drop as deep in you as he can — it pushes you off the edge, too. “tetta, tetta! ‘m cumming, cumming!”

”mhm,” he smiles at the familiar babble of needy little moans that leave your lips, cock twitching inside you with just a hint of overstimulation as you tighten around him so bad he can barely move. “go on, sweetheart.”

“touch me!” you sob, knowing that your orgasm is going to be overwhelming after what he's put you through, fucking you senseless like that. “please tetta, please—”

his fingers graze your clit then, thumbing some cum off his dick before pressing it into the puffy little bundle of nerves, and the electric pleasure that courses through you at the single, so very needed stimulation is white hot. “cumming, cumming, cumming—”

your legs kick out around his waist, and beyond your ring of blinding bliss, you can hear him laugh. he slows down, the mean cant of his hips getting gradually gentle until he stops. when he slips his cock out of your cunt, it comes out with a wet sound — and as you lift your head, giddy and dazed, you see how pretty and red it's gotten, and a giggle escapes you.

“tetta,” you sigh. “do you love me?”

“of course.” kisaki answers, and your heart warms when you hear the gentle tone to his voice. “of course i love you. you know that, right?”

“mhm.” you smile again as he leans down, tanned chest glowing with sweat as it meets yours, and he kisses you softly, such a lovely contrast to how he was earlier. he cups your cheek, turning his face a little as he sighs into the embrace when you wrap your arms around him. of course he loves you. “i do know. don't worry.”

when kisaki hums against your lips, you feel his smile, too. “good.”

[nex-ture]

Kisaki Tetta x male reader

Where they are childhood friends and Kisaki always had a crush on him but thought the reader would be disgusted so he never confessed

Until kisaki is in the hospital after Tenjiku (let's pretend he survived) and the reader storms into the room full on crying

Kisaki x Male Reader

Sometimes I forget I have a blog..this request is over a year old. When I got this request, I was an anime only, and now I've read the whole manga. I do love Kisaki, though, so I'm excited to write this!

This is my first actual fic in like..a year so, I'm sorry this is shitty. I also might have accidentally switched from 2nd person to 3rd..I did that a lot and had to fix it, though might have missed some.

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING: Tenjiku Arc

Y/n wasn't someone who really stuck out within a crowd of people. His grades were average, and nothing was really exciting about his homelife. Yet he was somehow friends with the overachiever of his class, Kisaki Tetta. Everyone knew who Kisaki was. They just didn't care. He was the nerdy little kid who's only personality trait seemed to be cowering away from any and all problems.

Kisaki and y/n were very close, and it wasn't rare for Kisaki to invite y/n over to his house for playdates or to help y/n study for the upcoming quiz. Kisaki yearned for the awaiting "Yes" every time he asked his friend. He loved hanging out with y/n more than he loved hanging out with Hinata. It was a strange feeling for him. He knew he "loved" Hinata, but, y/n?

It took a long time for Kisaki to finally come to terms with the fact that he truly did like y/n as more than a friend. He'd never really had a crush on a guy before. He never even considered two guys dating.

Even though he'd figured out his feelings, there was no way in hell he'd tell y/n how he felt. Y/n has been with him through everything. He didn't want this stupid crush to be the reason he lost his best friend.

Y/n was there for him when he was banned from Toman. He listened as Kisaki ranted about how this ruined his plans. His plans of getting Hinata and ruining Takemichis life. It saddened to y/n hear him gush about all the work he was putting towards some girl he barely even knew, but y/n would always listen.

Kisaki loved the way y/n would always listen. It seemed like y/n would follow him to the end of the world, and all he had to do was ask and ask he did. Kisaki asked y/n to join Tenjiku with him and take down Mikey. Of course, y/n didn't even give it a second thought. He immediately followed behind Kisaki.

Though the events of Tenjiku vs. Toman were not in Tenjikus favor. The death of Izana came, and to the blame of none other than Kisaki. He didn't mean to shoot Izana. He swears on it. Kisaki stayed down on the floor as Hanma came around with his bike. Y/n watched as they road off, Takemichi in tow.

Y/n quickly ran off, knowing an ambulance, and the police would be there soon. There was no point in sticking around. He had to wait patiently to hear what happened with Kisaki, after getting back home he had texted the blonde but got no response.

He knew Kisaki had the gun with him. There was no way he was in any danger. He was also with Hanma, who was well known for fighting others with no good reason.

Yet the same week, he got a dreadful call from Hanma. He could've sworn he stopped breathing when he heard Kisaki was in the hospital. He was hit by some distracted driver. If Takemichi hadn't called an ambulance, the doctors were sure it would have been fatal.

As soon as the call ended, y/n hopped off his bike and headed over to the address Hanma had sent him. Making his way through the hospital and check-ins was stressing him more out by the minute. The only thought in his head was, "Is Tetta okay?".

Finally, he could go in to visit his friend after what felt like a year. Kisaki laid staring up at the ceiling, and now the door as y/n walked in. He couldn't describe in words how happy he was to see the boy. He was fighting back tears as he tried to read what the other was thinking, how pitiful he probably looked.

Broken bones, he was broken, in body and in spirit. Y/n didn't even notice he was crying until the tears fell. He quickly went over to Kisaki, closing the door behind him. He placed his hand on Kisaki's shoulder as he saw the condition the other was in. It was hell for him. "I'm so sorry.. I wasn't there for you."

The only words he could muster out came in a low whisper as he laid his head in the crook of Kisaki's neck. Tears filling up his own eyes at the sight of y/n crying...over him? They'd been together so long that he didn't realize how much y/n actually cared about him.

His breath grew heavier as he cried loudly. He was never one to be quiet when crying. It was like he was 8 again, crying over some half asses delinquents who came to beat y/n and him up. They never even got to lay a finger on him. Yet he cried every time because they were hurting...y/n.

Y/n had always been there to protect him. He wanted to protect his friend, but the only thing he seemed to have focused on was Hinata Tachibana. When y/n was there for him the whole time. She was the only woman who spoke to him, but y/n was the only guy who cared about him.

"I.. I'm sorry.." he spoke slowly, the accident didn't come without its permanent damages. His crying slowed as y/n lifted his head to look at his. "I..I love.. you, " Tetta muttered out the phrase as the tears started up again.

His mind started racing. Why did he say that? He was going to lose his friend. He was a freak, yet why was y/n smiling...why was y/n laughing...why was y/n still touching him? "I love you so much, Tetta." Y/n always knew exactly what to tell him. He needed y/n in his life to be happy.

He turned his head slowly in y/ns direction as they stood up from his hospital bed. "R... really? This..whole time I...I thought you would leave m...me for saying that.." his words slurred as his stutter, he couldn't tell if it was from the accident or the fact his heart was beating out of his ass.

"I wanted to confess for so long -" Y/ns laughter died down as they spoke. "-but you were always talking about Hinata, so I never knew how." Y/n looked down at Kisaki with a soft smile. Tettas tears slowed as he grabbed onto y/ns hand. "I'm so h...happy." Tettas' smile was faint, but it was there. Maybe something good did come out of this terrible situation..

[idesireelysian]

putting kisaki in his place

kisaki is a little too bratty for your liking, so you fuck it out of him

characters: kisaki x m!reader

wordcount: 1.7k

type/genre: one-shot, smut

cw/tw: m!dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!kisaki, petnames (towards kisaki), blindfold, bondage, gag, manhandling, brat taming, spanking, humiliation, praise, dacryphilia, anal fingering & sex, creampie, reader is kinda mean but kisaki’s very into it, slight overstimulation, (implied) aftercare

notes: i wanna put him & ryusei in their place and make them all submissive and putty in my hands so bad help

kisaki’s sitting on the bed before you, already stripped naked, with his arms secured tightly behind his back. you’ve stuffed his mouth with a gag. his glasses are on the nightstand, replaced with a satin blindfold over his eyes.

,,turn around. head down, ass up’’, you command, smirking as you look at his fce. he shakes his head, glaring at you as best he can with his eyes hidden behind the black fabric.

but that’s not really a problem as you grab him by his hair and force his face into the bedsheets. you get a hold of his hips, turning him around so he’s kneeling in front of you, facing away.

,,count.’’ is the only warning he gets before your hand meets his ass cheek. he tries to say something, probably a number or a complain, but it’s muffled by the gag in his mouth.

,,huh? i didn’t quite hear you there, baby’’, you explain, dragging out your words. they drip with sarcasm. you wait for him to attempt to say something again, but he doesn’t, keeps quiet instead.

,,well. you didn’t start counting yet, so i’ll just have to repeat this until you do.’’ you smirk. kisaki tries to speak up, but you’ve already slapped him again before he can get out any noises. you can make out muffled sounds coming from him, trying his best to form a coherent sentence with his mouth stuffed.

,,you want me to remove the gag, darling? ah, but that would be so sad. look at how much you’re enjoying this!’’ you reach around his hips to get a hold of his hard cock at the base and slowly stroke up and down a few times, smearing the pre-cum he’s been leaking all over it after reaching his tip.

,,look how hard you are. you’re so boring, do you really want to get rid of the gag already?’’, you ask, fake pout on your face. quickly, kisaki nods. you comply, reach for the clasp on the back of his head that secures the gag. you open it, let the toy fall onto the bed as he looks up. you grab it and lay it to the side.

kisaki’s panting. ,,finally!’’, he breathes out in a low voice, ,,you fucking bitch.’’ leftover spit runs down his cheek and pools into the wet puddle under his face. he’s already so messy.

your initial reaction to his words is putting the gag back in his mouth, but you decide against it. it would ruin your little counting game anyway. instead, you just sit and wait in silence, not doing anything. you’re waiting until kisaki starts wiggling his hips, groaning. you know that he’s anxious, not knowing what to expect because he can’t see you, and you’re awfully quiet.

silently, you raise your hand. slap, it lands on his ass, where there’s a red area forming because you’ve hit him three times now. kisaki swallows a pained moan and huffs.

,,count. it really shouldn’t be a problem now that your mouth is empty, no?’’, you repeat.

,,...one’’, he hisses, and hides his face in the bedsheets. this is so embarassing for him.

,,see, i knew even a stupid little bitch like you could do that!’’, you exclaim. gently, you brush your index finger along the red mark on his skin, lightly tracing its shape. you raise your hand again, this time prepared to slap his other ass cheek. slap, your palm meets his skin.

,,two..’’, he murmurs. you decide to let the fact that it’s so quiet slide this once.

,,good. let’s get all the way to ten, hm?’’ you lean down, gently pressing a kiss to one of the many visible vertebrae of his spine. kisaki shudders under your touch, not used to the affection at all.

you pull away, slapping his ass again. he quietly hisses. ,,three...’’, he says.

nothing interesting happens after the next few spanks. while trying not to make any other noises, kisaki correctly counts them all. four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

he only whispers ,,ten....’’. you’ve already allowed him a mistake, but another is too much.

,,what did you just say? i couldn’t hear, speak up!’’, you say, slapping him again.

,,ten!’’, he calls, panting.

you gently brush your fingers against the skin you’ve just slap, touching it ever so slightly without any pressure. ,,good boy’’, you murmur, leaning down to one of his ears.

beside you, there lays a bottle of lube which you now grab. you pop it open, squeeze a good amount onto your hands. while leaving gentle kisses on kisaki’s neck, you circle his rim teasingly, refusing to push in just yet.

he starts trying to move back against your hand, but you grip his hips and stop his movements. ,,no’’, you scold, ,,if you want me to do something else, you have to beg.’’

kisaki groans, but stops trying to move. he shivers under your touch as you press more kisses to his nape, panting quietly.

,,touch me’’, he breaths out.

,,i’m already touching you, honey, that’s not specific enough.’’

,,...fuck me’’, he mutters.

,,i told you to beg, not to command, tetta. isn’t that easy for a slut like you?’’, you explain, still not changing your movements.

he hisses, and you can see a tear running down his cheek. you’re truly breaking his pride.

,,c’mon, tetta, beg for me. beg for me to fuck you with my fingers.’’ you know that he gets weak for you saying his first name, so that’s exactly what you do.

,,..please’’, he whispers under his breath.

,,there you go. what a nicely trained whore you are’’, you coo, finally pushing one of your fingers in.

kisaki’s thighs tremble, quiet moans escaping him. he’s always so sensitive, especially with a blindfold on. you take your sweet time to push in and out, slowly loosening him up.

,,not... not enough’’, he mumbles, rubbing his face on the bedsheets because he can’t keep still anymore but you won’t let him move his hips.

you decide to be nice for once and push in the second finger after waiting for a bit. now, you properly scissor him open.

still, he’s not satisfied. ,,m-more..’’, he begs, and after a short pause, adds, ,,please?’’

you pause your movements, making him whine and hiss out in pain. the desire to come is nearly too much for him already. ,,more of what?’’, you ask, acting as if you have no clue what he’s talking about.

frustrated, kisaki groans. ,,fuck me. with your... your cock’’, he whispers, more tears streaming down his face. his last words are nearly too quiet to understand, but you still accept them. it’s kisaki, after all. maybe, one day, he’ll be more compliant, but that’s still in the far future.

,,good, tetta, that’s it’’, you praise, pulling out your fingers and grabbing the lube again to squeeze some more onto your hand. you stroke your dick a few times, making sure it’s all slick. you line it up with his hole, leaning over him to place a hickey on his neck.

kisaki whines as you finally start pushing in, and a loud moan escapes him as you bottom out. he’s trembling even more than before, and his legs are giving out under him, only held up by your hands on his hips. he looks beautiful.

slowly, you pull out until only your tip is still inside him, then you snap your hips and push in to the hilt again. you continue with this rythm, pace getting faster and faster.

you decide to wrap a hand around kisaki’s cock while you’re still leaving hickeys on his neck. he’s leaking pre-cum like crazy, dick hard and twitching between your fingers. lazily, you begin to stroke it.

he’s a moaning mess, not able to hold back his noises anymore, whines and whimpers leaving his drooling mouth. his face is full of tears and spit, and his whole body is shivering, but you know just how much he enjoys this. he’s very embarassed about it, but he loves when you strip him of all his pride and power, only leaving a putty mess in your hands.

,,do you wanna come, tetta?’’, you ask against his neck, watching as he shivers under the touch of your breath. he frantically starts nodding.

,,what do we say when we want something?’’

,,p-please.. please....’’, he moans, voice shaky and higher pitched than usual.

,,good, tetta. then come for me’’, you say, pressing more kisses to his nape, sucking on it to leave yet another hickey.

a few more thrusts, and he’s coming all over your hand, back arching and moaning loudly. you fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm.

kisaki starts whimpering. ,,too much, ’s too much...’’

,,hold on a little longer for me, tetta. i won’t take long’’, you assure him, letting go of his cock to better grab his hips.

you thrust once, twice, three times, until the heat inside your body is toppling over and you can feel your orgasm approaching. you slam into him one last time, starting to circle your hips while filling up his hole with your cum, fully seated inside. he whines.

as your orgasm stops, you start panting and slowly pull out of him. for a moment, you lay down beside him. ,,wait a minute, tetta, gotta calm down for a second...’’

after your short rest, you wipe your cum stained hand on the sheets, and reach forward to take off his blindfold. kisaki weakly opens his eyes, looking back at you with a faint smile on his lips.

you open the clasps on the binder that’s securing his arms on his back, gently pulling them out of the device, and placing it on the bed somewhere. kisaki lets himself fall down to the side, turning to lie on his back. you grab his cheeks, lean down to kiss him. it’s soft and slow, and you have to try hard not to smile into it.

,,you feeling okay?’’, you ask, checking up on him. you take one of his arms, and start to gently massage it. kisaki nods, and you continue to soften up his sore muscles as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . KISAKI TETTA ; — you know that kisaki can’t deny you, even when you’re waiting in his office uninvited.

warnings: f!reader, prep + the beginnings of more, exhibitionism / office scenes as always. note: it’s been so long since i’ve written him but i always really enjoy it, even tho i forgot how i actually do it &lt;/3

“anyone could’ve seen you like this, you’re in an office full of men.” kisaki’s tone is unwavering before it’s followed by the click of his office door as it closes, his eyes crawling along your figure as you lay spread out for him on his office desk. there’s bite to his words, but not the type that stings as it’s followed by a drawn out sigh and a careful step closer.

“nobody’s dumb enough to walk into kisaki’s office without knocking first.” you were right, he had rules — privacy, which is why you know this is fine. your thighs are spread, your pussy is wet but his brows twitch at the sound of his last name before he’s slotting himself in the space before you.

“tetta..” you drawl and kisaki feels himself burn at the sound of that name on your lips as he relaxes, feeling your fingertip trace the shape of his jaw while his own squeeze at your hips. his eyes are on yours and there’s a subtle sort of glow in his gaze as you continue. “everyone knows who i belong to.”

“i know. i made sure of it.” he replies quickly, as clean cut and honest as he always is before he pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. the atmosphere in the room is heavy, surrounding you both like a blanket as your hands continue to dance along his skin, smoothing under the collar of his shirt before they tighten and pull him closer for another.

kisaki was powerful, he had an empire, the city in the palm of his hand that was a given — but nothing could make him crumble like a sweet little look from you could, for you, he’d get on his knees and repent. so when he feels your lips on his and your fingers move to tug at his belt, he’s quick to let his hands take over as he makes quick work of the buckle.

“tell me about your day so far, sweetheart.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone despite the sincerity of his question when he pulls himself away, working with the fabric of his shirt as he tugs at his tie and carefully rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

“i had breakfast and cleaned the apartment..” you begin despite the way your chest heaves with want, your gaze fixated on the way he pulls himself apart for you. every square inch of kisaki tetta was perfectly put together, pressed and tucked — expensive suits and accessories, which is maybe why the realisation he’s about to leave you so messy is so addicting.

“and i—“ your sentence wavers when it’s accompanied by the sudden squeeze of his hand along your thigh, tracing closer despite the way he sends you a look that urges you to continue, sucking on his teeth because you know he won’t keep going until you do.

“—i had a bath.” kisaki hums like he’s listening, he always is, hanging on your every word even though his fingers are tracing higher up your skin until he’s petting through your folds. your fingers grab at the edge of his desk as you exhale, head dropping back to reveal more of your skin to him as he presses another kiss against your pulse point.

“did you have lunch?” he asks again despite the way his fingers press onto your clit with purpose, rubbing at you with two fingers until your breathing is turning to soft pants and your thighs are spreading wider. “answer me, sweetheart.” he asks again before his movements deliberately slow.

“not yet. ah.. i want you tetta.” you whisper, eyes casting kisaki a soft, lustful glance as one of your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt — keeping you steady as you try to grind into more of his touch. he keeps up the pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, humming before his free hand is petting along your waist.

“we’ll get you lunch after this, you can eat with me.” he’s talking like he’s unbothered, ignoring the second half of your sentence because you’re not prepped yet. but his hair has fallen over his glasses slightly and he suddenly feels too warm under his shirt everytime he looks at you.

kisaki’s pressing his fingers into with angled purpose as they brush against the spongy spot inside of you, languidly pumping them in and out of your wet walls as he swirls gentle circles into your clit with his thumb. his fingers drag more of your slick out as he makes a sloppy mess between your thighs, uncaring about the way it smears along his desk and slacks as you push yourself closer to him.

“i come all the way to your office because i want you and you still buy me lunch? so sweet, tetta.” your words are drawled, the weight of your arousal making them sound whispery and pretty as you giggle. but he feels the sound burn in his bones as his other hand moves to squeeze at your jaw, making you look at him before hes kissing you softly.

it’s breathtaking the way kisaki’s lips move with yours after you’ve teased him, feeling him suck lightly on your tongue as his fingertips tap at your cheeks — a wordless command that you obey so well before he lets you pull away to breathe.

“i know, still so spoiled. but i take care of you.. don’t i, my love?” you’re nodding before he can even finish the sentence because he does, so much so that if he really became the shadows you know you’d hide from the sun forever. so you send him a starry-eyed look that has him pulling his fingers out of you with the next beat, and because he cares for you — he doesn’t give you a moment to whine before it’s immediately replaced by the weight of his cock resting against you.

kisaki's moves like there's no rush as his hand wraps around the shaft, letting himself press against the entrance to your cunt before he's sinking into you with his next exhale. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him curse with a mixture of need and delight, and your walls reward the stretch of his cock with an intoxicating squeeze around him, one that's followed by his palm resting around the back of your neck to pull you into him as his head rests in the crook of your neck.

“you’re mine.. fuck—so let me take care of you now.”

© 2023 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[buccini555]

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 | 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♡ ℱ𝓉. Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Souya Kawata and Nahoya Kawata

≡ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎! You're sick and he'll take care of you

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ٬٬ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔 ! . . . › 𝑷𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟑 ♡

𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒋𝒊

As much as he often doesn't show his feelings for you, Hanma would be worried and would do his best to take care of you, in his own way.

He would bring you some gift, keep you comfortable and do your chores for you, plus he would take care of his medicine.

ー Y/n? I know I'm not the careful type of guy... But, get well soon, got it?

𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂

ー I warned you this would happen, didn't I, Y/n?

Despite complaining at times, he would do a good job of looking after you, being extremely careful and following your medication schedules strictly.

ー I'll take care of you despite his stubbornness...

𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝑯𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐

Are you feeling better? What can I do for you to get better? Want something?

At all times he would show concern and also, he would do everything to make you feel better because it would really hurt him to see you sick. He would write down all the medicines you have to take and the times, he would also give you some foods that you like and he would always leave little notes wishing you well next to your bed.

ーYou'll get better, my sweetheart, I promise, okay?

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana wouldn't show that much concern, but you'll see how worried he would be in his eyes.

He would do his best to take care of you, taking care of your medications and running errands, plus he would try to cook some healthy things for you (even though he might be a disaster in the kitchen at times) he would always bring your meals to your room and watch you eat.

ー You're getting better, I told you I'd get better fast! I'm so proud of you.

𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊

Ran would really worry about you and many times he would call Rindou to help take care of you.

He would make you eat healthy things, take your medicine and vitamins, and even take you for walks sometimes. During the night, he almost doesn't sleep because he spends most of the morning watching you and he's dying to wake you up to give you some medicine.

ー You had to get sick, didn't you? Now I have to take care of you… But… I'm not complaining, I just want you to get better soon.

𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊

ー Hey, Y/n? You'll get better... It's just the flu, it'll pass soon.

He would be worried, but he would take very good care of you, he would often force you to eat soups and foods that would be good for your health, in addition to being extremely careful with your medications and making you take them at the right times. He always holds your hand and tells you that you are already getting better.

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐

Although he is often not so affectionate and has some difficulties showing how he feels, he would be concerned and determined to make you feel good again.

He would make you spend all your time under the blankets, making you drink soups and teas that would be good for your health, being strict with your medication schedule and would always buy your medicine. Would spend a lot of time watching you and asking if you needed him, he would indeed do anything for you.

During the night, he would barely sleep as he would not take his eyes off you and would constantly be stroking your face and telling you how important you are to him.

ー Y/n... I sincerely worry... as much as it doesn't seem like it. And after all, I don't think anyone would take as good care of you as I do.

𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂

ー Damn… I really don't like seeing you like this, Y/n.

He would be bad to see you sick, but he would take very good care of you, he would give you some cute little gifts and make you eat right, in addition to being affectionate and attentive at all times.

𝑵𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂

He would take care of you in the best possible way, he would never leave your side and he would be very attentive.

Also, he would make you take your medicine and eat, sometimes he would bring you sweets to make you feel better and cheer you up.

ー You're going to get better, relax, I'll be here taking care of you, okay?

[xbabybajix]

Growing Old w/ Kisaki~

A/n: I read a lot of fics w him being a husband and dad w kids but what about Oldman! Kisaki?? My bby deserves a partner he can experience real love with :( this was self indulgent bc I read Kisaki fics at like 7am today. In another life I woulda loved to do laundry and taxes w/ Kisaki. Listened to this while writing!!

-Co-parenting w/ kisaki was definitely a journey because he wasn’t always with you 24/7 due to his job. But your patience and understanding is what made Kisaki dedicate himself to you over the years. Any chance he had free time, Kisaki spoiled you and the children with gifts but made sure quality time was prioritized after hearing you scold him a few times about how you just want him to do domestic things w/ you :(

-Time began to catch up with Kisaki but it only served as a reminder to cherish you and his children for the time you’d both have together 

- Though both of you have aged, Kisaki still reminds you that you are radiant and just as beautiful as the moment he first laid eyes on you.

- Still spoils you with flowers and small gifts to remind you that you’re his and he loves to see your eyes brighten up and giggle, “You know you still send me flowers even now? When I’m old and have back pains now? Ya know I can’t move the same way I did back then.”

-Kisaki is easy to respond as he claims his love for you is everlasting and that he can’t help but fall deeply in love with your being because you make him feel young despite having kids that are already in their 30’s

- Your favorite moments with Kisaki are when you both go on your daily morning walks down to a park that’s nearby your home. Prior to this, you both have gotten into a routine where you help each other get dressed and do each other’s hair too. You both find it fun to pick each other’s outfits bc sometimes you end up matching cute little sweaters 💗

-When you’re on the walk together, Kisaki will grab your pinky and will lead you to the little spot you guys found together and sit on the bench while leaning your heads on each other <3 he loves to see you get excited over little new sightings at the park, the sparkle in your eyes drives him to tears sometimes

-Now that Kisaki has retired as one of the heads of Toman, that also means that he still has plenty of money to support you and your hobbies too! He will even indulge you in some even though it’s not something he’d do himself, like crochet.

- Best believe once you teach him the fundamentals, Kisaki will sometimes stay up later while you’re fast asleep, as he’s planning on surprising you with a crochet heart he wants to gift you for Valentine’s Day

- Something Kisaki loves about you is how childish you can still be despite your age. You’ll both be in the kitchen listening to music and while you’re preparing breakfast, you’ll start to dance around the kitchen and pull him away from his chair and have him dance with you

- “Y/n my feet are like rocks I can’t keep up with you” his reply leaves you giggling and cuddling him closer. “But I love this song Tetta, and I know you do too, this was the song that played during our wedding remember? You were so drunk and never let me off the dancefloor that night, even Hanma had to drag your ass out after you blacked out on my shoulder.” 

-”I clearly remember yes, ok I’ll make it up to you since I wasn’t conscious last time.” He gives you a small forehead kiss and you both sway to the song <3

-When your kids visit, you like to get mushy and clingy & Kisaki will push you away with the classic “not in front of the kids” line (but his heart is actually pounding & he’s still as flustered as he was when yall were in your teens)

-After your passing, Kisaki still remains as devoted to you and brings you flowers during anniversaries, holidays, or any time he sees something that reminds him of you. Sometimes he feels that you’re still with him through little things that he takes as signs (ie: if he sees a flower that you loved in various places) 

- Old man Kisaki! is also so sweet and loves to talk about how amazing you were and loves to look at photos of when you were still alive. His kids often visit and ask him if he’s doing okay and he always reassures them he’s doing fine, and that he’s just waiting patiently for his time to come so he can finally see you again in the afterlife :( </3

[secretcheesecakecat]

Tettaa~ hold meee🥰😌 *snuggles into him and give him kisses*

"Why? *looks at you* Oh. Oh!! Alright! *holds you closely to him* sorry for that dear. *kisses you* Hehe your so small. *smiles softly* Mmm continue kissing me like that, it feels so good."

[heyimroe]

You sat in his lap, face snuggling in the crook of his neck. Whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear. Even though you've done nothing, you simply just existed. As you fell asleep, you embraced his warm presence. His arms around your hips, his hand roaming your body as the other wrote meaningless words on papers you couldn't care about. You just wanted him to be done, to go to bed and sleep peacefully. But you were still here, on his lap, trying to relax as he placed wet kisses along your shoulder. But you just can't help but whimper silently.

-Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Izana, Ran, Kakucho, Inui, Kokonoi, Kisaki, Hanma