#pulled mikeys design out my ass for this

[fic-dumpster]

i just thought of a funny continuation to this: https://www.tumblr.com/fic-dumpster/766552346003226624/how-would-bonten-be-like-meeting-your-family?source=share

since doe's parents likes mochi, she has no choice but to keep the act like mochi's her real boyfriend and everytime they get ready to go doe's parents, the others would be so jealous and doe would be like: "well mochi's my public boyfriend..."

Continuation of this

😂😂 yeah, I think it’s hilarious that mochi has a more important role to play and it annoys the living hell of every single one of them. You reap what you sow 🔥👹🔥

Just a normal day for Bonten’s executives. A very important mission that only the top executives could accomplish. Seven out of eight were called in for such an important task.

Rindou: this is so unfair.

Ran: favoritism, I say.

Kakucho: move your bony ass, Sanzu. It’s my turn with the binoculars.

*Sanzu ignores Kakucho and keeps watching you laugh at something Mochi said to one of your dad’s friends.*

Sanzu: he can’t be that funny. We’ve worked with him for years and I know Mochi is not that funny.

Kokonoi: it’s not that serious, you know?

Mikey: then why are you all here?

Takeomi: pulled the short straw… I’m the designated driver.

Sanzu: HE PUT HIS HAND ON HER WAIST?!? NOW HER LOWER BACK?!

*Sanzu’s sudden outburst caused a chain reaction. Ran, Rindou and Kakucho, all three went for the binoculars in Sanzu’s hands.*

Kokonoi: they do know that we have more than one pair, right? *holds a pair*

Takeomi: apparently, they don’t. *holds a third pair*

Kokonoi: Mikey you want a pa— what are you doing? *sees Mikey holding a phone*

Mikey: texting Y/N so she can get me some desserts.

[thebearer]

some carm + jewelry thoughts after reading your blurb about his dangling chain:

-he buys you a gold anklet with a “c” charm on it so he can watch it dangle when he puts your legs up on his shoulders to fuck you

-he has a signet ring embossed with a design (maybe a bear? st anthony? family crest?) and he turns it so the design is facing inwards and he spanks you so it leaves a brand on your ass

-after the big checks start coming in he buys you an exorbitantly expensive necklace and fucks you with nothing else on

omfggggg smut ahead minors dni 18+ but i have to elaborate

ok number one the anklet???? yes. yes. yes.

you mention wanting one, sorta in passing, and carmen's like weirdly adamant about you getting one lol??? you don't really understand why but he shows up a few days later with one you'd shown him online, except it has an embellishment. a tiny 'c'.

carmen's kinda blushy about it but you're beaming and squealing and just smothering him in affection bc it was so cute and sweet, and he really was too!!

then you quickly realize why carmen likes the anklet so much when he's putting it on you, then your legs are up in the air thirty minutes later as a "thank you".

your heels are digging into his shoulders, and normally his eyes are on you solely when he's fucking you especially like this. but you keep catching him staring at your anklet, fucking you hard, gripping your claves while he watches it bounce lightly.

maybe it's the thought that he has a sorta mark on you now. wherever you go, you've got something that symbolizes your his- that he's yours.

it was his grandfathers, then mikey's, and then his. mikey gave it to him when carmen went to new york because "you're a big shot now. need the ring to match since you're gonna be goin' to all that fancy shit, carm."

the ring was gold with a black onyx surface, a gold encrusted 'B' in old english font laid on top so it stood up. carmen didn't wear it often, didn't want to lose it or damage it, but every now and then- on date night, mainly, he'd wear it.

and you loved it.

the chain, nice outfit, plus pinky ring? you were drooling. watching him grab the door handle, cut your food, hold your hand in the car. you couldn't help yourself. he knew you couldn't either. it's why when you got home, he just nodded and you were over his lap.

carmen would take his time pushing up your dress, letting his hand glide over the small of your back, down your exposed cheeks, smug at the way you shuddered in excitement. he'd turn the ring around so the etched side was inwards, cracking his hand down on your ass over and over.

you'd squirm and mewl, gripping onto his legs or the sheets. carmen would just stare, mesmerized by the faint emblem showing on your skin only for a flash before fading.

the bear had made the chicago tribune after a raving review from a lifestyle travel influencer posted a video on the menu and it went wild. you were booked a year out, a waitlist a mile long, a million newspapers, magazines, and interviewers wanting a chance to write about the bear. it was buzzing around chicago, and carmen couldn't be happier. or busier.

he felt bad that with the newfound press, he'd been busy. you'd always been understanding but still, he felt bad, heart breaking every time your shoulders would fall when he said he had to work.

the two of you had just moved into the brownstone. you spent your days decorating and unboxing, showing him swatches of paint that you'd mull over for hours.

"carm, which one looks better?" you'd ask, turning around to see him standing there. only this time, he wasn't empty handed.

the infamous teal bag in hand, grinning at you proudly. "what's this?"

"a gift." carmen shrugged, pulling you over to the couch, setting you between his thighs.

you hummed, unraveling the tiny box. "you really didn't have to get me- oh my god." you were expecting a tiny piece of jewelry, not the dazzling strand of diamonds that sat on the tennis bracelet.

"carmen." you gaped, snapping the box shut, holding it against your chest. "how-how much was this?"

"doesn't matter." carmen shrugged, prying it gently out of your grasp. "let me put it on you. i wanted to get you somethin'. the restaurant is doin'... great. and ya know, i couldn't do it without you baby."

you pressed him about the price, but carmen waived it off. you knew he'd been making money- your new house and car told you that, but the kind of money to casually get gifts at tiffany's? it was new to you. a splurge still, but one that you treasured.

carmen left the necklace on, hips rolling while he fucked you in front of the fireplace, right on the new rug. he wanted to take a picture of the moment, watching you ride him, your head tipped back, diamonds sparkling still even in the low glow of the fire.

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations Pt. 5!!!!!

Okay I promised I'd share my Splinter reference notes, so here I am! Also wanna take a moment to thank everyone reblogging the prev. parts. All the tags/notes are so sweet!!! Anyway, here's our one and only Rat Man,

Splinter Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrase: "HOOOOOT SOUP!!!"

Will yell "whoa/oh nelly!" when in a tight spot or stumbling around

Makes puns/dad jokes, and laughs at said jokes to himself

A poor liar, will skirt around the truth until you drop it

Penchant for interrupting people if he's not interested, devout user of "yada, yada", "ah, bup, bup, bup"

Verbalizes his attacks/moves, something his sons pick up on. Could be a habit picked up from his action star days, such moves include: lights off jitsu, and slow motion jitsu

Uses 2010's slang, (i.e. "totes", "chillaxed"), could see him incorrectly using up to date slang to embarrass his boys

In a group refers to his sons as "boys"

One by one will refer to his sons by their designated colors, but will pull out the full name (not nickname) if the situation is serious

Also refers to Donnie as "the funny one"

Personality:

A performer, well he is an actor after all. He knows how to captivate an audience. Splinter likes attention--something that may be connected to his strict childhood with high expectations--but he also performs for his boys. To keep them happy, but most importantly safe. This also means he keeps his true emotions tucked closely to his chest

Jovial. Despite his dark past and heavy responsibility thrust upon him at a young age, Splinter is always laughing. He finds the fun in everything

Secretive. As mentioned before, Splinter tends to keep things close to his chest. Despite this, he's a terrible liar. He'll just avoid the truth until it comes back to bite him in the ass. This makes him sometimes a little emotionally unavailable

Lazy. He always finds the easiest way to do something, and procrastinate on his responsibilities as long as possible

Vain. He's glory seeking for all the proper attention he lost in his youth. So the Lou Jitsu aspect of his life boosted his ego in irreparable ways. He also uses the identity of Lou Jitsu to escape from the idea of being stuck as a rat. Glorifying the past is way to find comfort for him

Adrenaline junkie. Part of that glory-seeking and glorification of the past manifests into him needing adrenaline to feel alive. (i.e. when he steals the tank)

Attentive and empathetic. He can be a little hare-brained when it comes to remembering the details, but he's always very attentive to his sons needs. In flashbacks he's shown to supply them with items needed for their interests (i.e. little Mikey gets art supplies), and always apologizes when he messes up (i.e. the conversation he had with Donnie). This empathy also extends to other people and animals, as he was sympathetic with Cassandra when she was lamenting about the foot clan and was immediately worried about the turtles Draxum had in his lab

Protective. He would sacrifice everything to save his sons, and he does

Miscellaneous:

His tail is Very expressive, and one of the most active parts of his body, so if you want to subtley show emotion I'd focus on that

Has a Lou Jitsu body pillow

Remembers all his stunt double's names

Snores loudly

Talented singer, can sing opera and lived next to a karaoke bar in Japan

The show he watches the most is called "Soapy Treadmill", a Japanese game show where they throw things like scorpions at people who are soapy on treadmills

Has a "do not touch!" cabinet, full of trophies, mystic artifacts, and mementos of his past

I have a List of all the mentioned Lou Jitsu movie names mentioned in S1, but I'm probably gonna wait till the end of my S2 rewatch and post it separately (it's also long too). Will link here!

I'm also gonna add a recommendation here at the end.

This is for the white and non East Asian folks. I'm not as well-versed in East Asian or Japanese culture, but Splinter is a first generation immigrant! He keeps a distance from his heritage because of the trauma of his youth, and the role Lou Jitsu probably also forced him to westernize his identity to make it more palpable to Hollywood. But it would be a disservice to sever parts of his identity, because one is uncomfortable or not knowledgeable in writing it.

For my white folks intimidated by writing a person of color because they want to get it right, research always helps. Research helps with everything!!! writingwithcolor here on tumblr actually has a lot of useful resources, here's their guideline, and a research chart one of their moderators created, which I personally found to be very helpful. I believe their ask box is closed right now, but if you ask questions in the future be nice!!!!

Anyway I'm gonna do April next :)

[millipede-menace]

🏺 Leosagi pottery au 🏺

The brain worms are worming but it’s something I actually know a thing or two about so now I yap! :U

🪱 Ok ok, hear me out . . .

Au Summary: Leo’s doing some hot girl shit and by that I mean being depressed and locking himself in his room, rotting away.

Mikey convinces Leo to take a pottery class with him & drags his ass along

Mikey’s great at it (obvi) but Leo’s having trouble and hates it

The instructor comes by and helps him out (aka Miyamoto Usagi) and pulls a “Ghost” (he actually doesn’t, he just helps him center clay, but Leo is convinced “it was for sure a Ghost moment” lol) (also hence the shitty doodle I posted earlier)

And now that this bitch has a hot instructor, he’s all excited to get out of his room and do pottery

I mean he’s still depressed but now he’s trying to rizz up his instructor lol

Pottery Talk: Im having loads of fun thinking about Usagi’s pottery style

Let me explain-💅

The first brain-worm thought, “What if I modeled Usagi off of Shoji Hamada” (aka one of my favorite potters) 🪱

It sooo preeetttty 😫 The calligraphy-like brush strokes, the colors, the simplicity and the mingei movement, it all just SCREAMS Usagi!!

A little more context: Shoji Hamada was THE guy in the Mingei (folk-art) movement which emphasized using local resources! Dude was making beautiful work using the clay in the dirt. No fancy shmancy imported porcelain or complicated designs with intricate gold enamel. The connection/appreciation of nature and spirituality. The rejection of cheap mass-produced/industrialized ceramics, and embracing the imperfections of each individual piece, knowing it was carefully crafted by some unknown craftsman with years of experience and skill (not saying Shoji Hamada was unknown, but he advocated & supported unknown artists) It all just reminds me so much of Usagi.

I wanted to explore more styles, like abstract/sculptural and what-not, but I think Usagi would be a functional potter. 100% (lowkey was thinking of making Leo have a more sculptural/abstract/handbuilding/intuition kind of style to contrast with Usagi but idk yet)

I’m still looking at different artists and their styles

(Btw, this would all take place in the rottmnt universe but it would be really interesting if it took place in the Edo period. Japan has such a rich history with pottery! Then I’d get to use Edo period type pottery which is also super fun, hmmmm . . .)

The brainworms really need to let me sleep . . . 🪱

[mchlgayser]

MY MAN! ft rindou haitani ( ✮ )

synopsis: he just loves it when you take full control of the situation.

warning: languages

nana's note: HEYYY!!! How're you guys doing? It's been months and I missed you all so much! I've been busy with studies and exams these couple of months I could not find any time to write :(( As a special, sorry gift, I'm writing this for you guys. tell me if there's anything I should explicitly mention if I happen to forget any and happy reading mwahh!

The room packs of men and women, sweats drenching and drunk with heavy alcoholic drinks. The spacious room is dimmed-light but illuminated with red, purple, and blue hues.

You make your way inside the hall strutting to the bar and take a seat as you order yourself a drink. You were enjoying yourself, sipping the hard drink as you look around for familiar faces.

You could make out familiar faces of a certain lizard-looking guy and the pink-haired. Sanzu smirks smugly at you as he skips to you enthusiastically.

"'Fuck is goin' on with you?" Your face confronts in disgust at the stinging smells of alcohol on him "You smell so bad asshole, get away from me." He laughs at your insult, openly taking a seat beside "Where ya' man at?" You roll your eyes at him "You guys are the one with him the whole day, why are you asking me?"

Kokonoi abruptly interrupts "He's with Ran. Mikey ordered them to handle a meeting somewhere. Be back in a while." You absentmindedly hum at the information.

After some time, the two left somewhere, one going to handle the club's money and the other to mess around with the rest of the lingering prostitutes. A woman seemingly in her mid twenty walks toward you, chest and head standing contemptuously. Her dead curly blonde wig sways from behind as she takes a seat beside you. She ordered herself a drink and shamelessly told the bartender to put it under your bill.

"Know your place, the fuck you think you are doin'?" Her fake lashes battle on you "Whoops, sorry. Anyway, your name is Y/n, right? You are RinRin's girlfriend, yes?" Your left eye subtly twitches in annoyance at the used nickname.

"What is it to you?" She giggles, tucking a strand of her to the back of her ear "Nothing just... I didn't expect you. I mean for a guy like him to settle down for a woman like you? It doesn't make sense at all. Unlike me, a woman of a high fashion sense and ladylike. I could see why he came crawling to me every night. Oh whoops, slipped out." Your face raging with fire and a comical mark appears on the side of your temple.

"What a low-life bitch. Self-proclaiming my boyfriend to be crawling to you? Do you realize how pathetic you sounded? Rindou would never settle down for a woman that sells their body for money like you. You can drag your plastic ass outta my face, hoe." You give her one last glance before you stand up and left the scene.

You were walking to a vacant place when all of a sudden, you were pulled to a nearby secluded place near the restroom. You almost twist the doer's hand but stopped at the familiar tattoo design.

Rindou stood before you, hair chiseled, collared tee undone almost all the way you could see his bare chest and stench in dried blood. But that's not what concerns you, his smug smirk does. "The fuck happened to you? You got into a fight during the meeting or sum'?" He shakes his head, eyes still staring down at you "Me and Ran got ambushed by some low-level organization. Nothing we couldn't handle but what's more is how you shut that woman just a few minutes ago."

You scoff, hand folded in a sassing manner "I still hadn't asked you whether what she said is true or not, right? I can't just blandly dismiss her. Don't you feel the need, to be honest and tell me whether what she said is true or not, RinRin?" He groans at you, eyes moving from the woman from earlier than you "You are seriously considering believing her, come on-" His sentence gets cut off when you punch him in the gut making him grunt in pain.

"Ouch, fine, fine." He smirks again, leaning closer to you "Of course not, do you think I would consider her? Be honest, I'd do better-"

You glare at him, eyes as if challenging him to further speak. Rindou mentally drench in sweats as he coughs "Fine, sorry." Unlike his words, the smirk didn't flatter but instead grew intense.

"I just love it when you are like this." He chuckles when he notices you roll your eyes out of annoyance. "We better leave... Where's Ran?" He look around, shrugging.

"Making babies, maybe?" You snort, giving your boyfriend a short hug and a small laugh before you drag him out of the club. Rindou, however, turns back once in a while to look at a woman and before you two could disappear from her sight, Rindou gives her his majestic middle finger.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Takemichi

Content warnings: none

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

"Oh hey isn't that Takemi– he smokes??" Hanma fumbled over his words with a disbelieving smile, having intended to call out to the faux blond and invite him to hang out with Hanma and the rest of the Toman uppers since Mikey and Kisaki were both invested in the guy but now they could all only freeze and look in shock. Of course some delinquents smoked and drank their asses off but Takemichi didn't seem like the type to do either.. until now anyway.

The ocean eyed first division captain sat cross legged on a bench, an umbrella pinched into the inner curve of his right knee so naturally it was like he sat out in the rain like this often. It was.. oddly attractive.

When he wasn't around Toman, he oddly gave more delinquent vibes, as if he were more meant to be a lone delinquent. He was stoic, hair unstyled and baring a pair of black headphones that were clearly used a lot considering the black ducttape around part of the headband, he looked tired too. His left hand was flicking through an mp3 player while his right hand held a paused PSP. He had a black bag laid across his lap as if it were a small lap table that he could set the mp3 down on and return to gaming.

Mitsuya couldn't help his designer-brain getting a little obsessed with the.. aesthetic? The others were just plain admiring.

"Take" A male voice called out, making them realize Takemichi's headphones weren't entirely on as the aforementioned looked up at his shortened name. Someone in a black hoodie and mask came over from the convinience store across the road, holding out a yakitori stick. The stranger chuckled while using the end of it to flick the cigarette out of Takemichi's mouth even as the timeleaper let out tired complaints.

"You asshole, I'm going to make you buy me a new pack if you keep it up." Despite the complaints, Takemichi gave an small smile to the male he'd managed to save. It had taken so much effort but Baji Keisuke stood before him right now, handing him food and being oddly compliant with not letting Toman find out he survived.

"Oh cry me a river, you shouldn't even be smoking. De-stress by burning cars with me or something, stop ruining your lungs." Baji huffed a small laugh while watching Takemichi set the PSP down and take the stick of food being offered. The amber eyed teen sat directly beside him under the umbrella, sideways on the bench with his left leg stuck through the bench seat and back so he could look directly at his savior, and pulled down his mask to eat his own food.

The voice and mannerisms had been enough to tip off Toman's uppers but having it confirmed by seeing Baji's face made most of them nauseous. How was Baji still alive, how had they not known, and why was he faking his death? Why was Takemichi helping him and seeming all close with him? The two were flush together as they sat underneath the same umbrella.

"Ah yes I'm the one ruining my lungs as you breath obnoxious amounts of gasoline and allll the toxic stuff getting burnt with cars. If you ever get caught, you're going to have a whole life sentence from all the cars you've burnt." Takemichi's smile was so exhausted and it hurt Baji as well as the others but none brought it up.

"Pretty sure the whole fake death is a bigger crime, taxes and all that stupid shit." The noiret huffed, his free left hand reaching out and rubbing his index finger beneath his replacement captain's chin. Like a cat, Takemichi's eyes fell shut and he immediately leaned into the affection.

"You had no choice. Last timeline things went.. kinda in my favor when you died? I needed your spot. I'll figure out how to fix things after I'm sure no one dies this time. I'll take the blame so they don't get on your ass either, they can hate me all they want as long as they're breathing and happy otherwise." Takemichi sighed and openly gave Baji a pout while looking up at him. It earned a small upside-down smile from the fanged teen.

"You're doing good, I'll make sure they won't hate you for saving all of us." Baji's words dripped with care and the faux blond nodded, eyes shutting again as Baji kissed between his eyebrows. "Now eat, Take. Hina's gotten on my ass too many times about making sure you eat on our dates."

With Baji's scolding, Takemichi looked at the noiret with playful eyes that should've alerted Baji but didn't fast enough. The ocean eyed timeleaper was fast and precise in dipping his head to bite off a piece of Baji's yakitori only to immediately complain that it was spicy just holding it between his lips. The amber eyed teen happily stole back his food while giving Takemichi a direct kiss, leaving them both with pink cheeks but laughing softly.

"Eat your food, you know I like spicy shit." Baji's left arm slung over Takemichi's shoulders and they ate their own food in comfortable silence. Both were oblivious to the stunned eyes on them and most of the Toman admins were glad Chifuyu wasn't able to come along today. They could hardly keep themselves from rushing the secret lovers, they couldn't imagine how hard it'd be to stop Chifuyu.

"At least they're happy? And he said Baji had to, there has to be a reason." Mikey was uncertain in his own words but spoke them anyway, still watching his childhood friend and current friend be so lovey. Baji continued to pepper kisses on Takemichi's face while they ate and Takemichi gamed with his headphones around his neck playing music low enough to not bother others but so they could both listen.

"By the way, I have an appointment for them to take out the stitches day after tomorrow and I'm making you come with me and mom. I can't thank you enough for helping with the hospital bills" Baji combed his hand through Takemichi's hair and pecked the faux blond's lips again. The other founders couldn't help being a little happy at how sweet the love seemed to be between the two.

Not to mention that Baji had mentioned Hinata and they all knew Baji well that he would never play a part in cheating, so it must've been allowed by Hinata. And his mom knew he was alive so Baji wasn't hurting her. So this was all.. okay. They were hurt about the fake death, it'd been traumatizing, but Baji was alive, happy, safe, loved, and clearly well looked after.

"You don't have to make me, I want to make sure you're doing okay. And playing this sorta.. guardian angel is fun so you don't have to thank me either. Knowing that I've already stopped your death makes everything feel so much better. I think I can actually do it this time. No one is going to die under my watch, I'll save Hina and Mikey and everyone else." Takemichi looked to Baji with love and received yet another sweet kiss before Baji rubbed the tips of their noses together.

"Well you have a ghost on your side too and like hell I'm going to let this all hurt my boyfriend, his girlfriend, or my friends. You can do it, I believe in you. They don't know it but everyone in Toman believes in you, my love." Baji's friends had never heard him sound so in love and softly happy, nor had they ever seen either of the two lovers look at someone the way they looked at eachother. Of course Takemichi looked at Hinata with love but it was a different type of love, still equally important.

"Thank you Kei.. so so much.. but your kisses are starting to be too spicy" Takemichi lightened the mood and it pulled a fangy grin from the noiret who immediately gave Takemichi several teasing kisses while asking how spicy it was and if Takemichi was sure he didn't want some of the spicy yakitori.The faux blond gave laughed out complaints, clearly happy with his boyfriend.

The two soon returned to Takemichi gaming, Baji teasing him about the games and the two just aimlessly chatting with pure adoration in their eyes whenever they looked at eachother.

[soupmonarchart]

not sure if i wanna render or not but for now im calling it done (screenshot redraw of rottmnt) #rottmnt #unpauserottmnt #humanrise #donnierottmnt #risedonnie #riseleo #riseraph #risemikey #tmnt #RiseoftheTeenageMutantNinjaTurtles

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕. 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 <𝟑

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (1.1k+)

nana's note/cw: i just think having your first kiss with draken would be like getting a glimpse of heaven but idk that's just my opinion—cw: plot-based manga spoilers in chifuyu's, mentions of eating in baji's! enjoy my loves hehehe <3

part 2 here!! ^^

credit for the prompts to op with this post! (except for mikey's! i made that one hehe) edit: seems the post got deleted? however prompts still belong to that blog!

MIKEY + "well if you keep doing that, i don't need anymore sweets."

mikey grumbles at the empty fridge cabinet, which he designated to store all his treats. chowing down the final bite of his last taiyaki, mikey turns to you with a pout. "i thought i told emma to get me some more the other day," he says with an adorably angry expression. you giggle at his fuss, stepping forward to wipe a crumb off the corner of his mouth. he looked so cute like this; messy hair, oversized pajamas, and soft pink lips just begging you for attention. mikey lets you touch him as you please, smiling at you playfully as he leans his back against the counter. you rest a palm on his cheek, and he nuzzles himself into your hand. then, you throw all doubt out the window to lean in slowly, and kiss him—a kiss so hesistant, careful and soft, that mikey needs to guide his hand up your neck to push you further onto him. as you indulge yourself in mikey's lips, you decide he tastes like strawberry cream and smile to yourself pleasantly. when you two release for air, mikey whispers against your lips: "well if you keep doing that, i don't need anymore sweets."

DRAKEN + "do that again."

the cushion of your couch sinks under the weight of your boyfriend's body. draken lays on his back, with his head resting on your lap, eyes shutting immediately. he had a long day at the shop, and you were determined to give him a relaxful night ahead. undoing his braid, you ran your fingers through his blonde locks tenderly, earning you a blissful groan from the man below you. his hand slowly reaches back and grips your thigh with a grateful squeeze, before sliding down to rest on your knee. your entire body flushes, you never ceased to react from his touches. continuing your ministration on his head, you carry your wispy touches to his face; running your fingers gently over his forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. draken doesn't make a single noise or move at all—not even when he feels you lean down over him, and your lips hovering above his own. you kiss him, and feel his body’s slight tense of shock, before he melts against you like putty in your arms. despite it being the first time, you two move in perfect unison. you pull back for air, but it's not long before draken grabs you by the sides of your face, and tells you to "do that again."—and how could you say no?

BAJI + "you're the best first kiss i've ever had.. not that i have much to compare to."

"oh man, that smells fucking good!" baji cheers, mixing up the yakisoba noodles in the two bowls for you and him. you hum in agreement, feeling your stomach growl at the thought of devouring it all. "you always make packaged food look so delicious, kei’." you tease, giggling at his half-assed glare. his jutted pout looked so adorable, you couldn't help but hug him from behind and squeeze his torso lightly, much to his (also, half-assed) protests. as your boyfriend continues his preparations, you admire just how handsome he was. the sun's afternoon glow through the open window kissed him gracefully, allowing you to stare at the sharp contours and highlights of his face. he had his hair tied up just the way you liked it, and you felt the strings at your heart pull when he looked down at you. "what's u—?" he starts, but you push up on your feet to meet your lips with his', and—although quick—it was perfect. internally, it felt like you had finally untied the strings that made your heart ache so dearly around him. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous at his shocked expression, before it softens into a lovesick grin. "you're the best first kiss i've ever had.. not that i have much to compare to." he says, chuckling at his words but reconfirming them when he leans down for another peck. and another.

CHIFUYU + "...oh god, can we try that again?"

the doorbell rang, signalling that chifuyu's huge order had finally arrived to his front step: 25 boxes of the gang's 'thousand winters' tees. you, who had nothing else to do this afternoon, offered your help—to which your boyfriend graciously accepted with an estatic grin. for the past hour, the two of you have been carrying in box after box (with well-needed breaks; you guys didn't expect this to be as tiring as it was), until each one was properly stacked atop one another—except for one. as you bent down to carry it off with the rest, chifuyu spun around holding the shirt with a blissful grin at his purchase, only to trip his foot against the side and fall face forward towards you. "c-chifuyu!" you scram to catch his body, until you feel the impact of his lips smush against your's. chifuyu's eyes widen at the situation, before he pushes himself off of you and begins profusely apologizing. "oh my god-shit! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean it!" he spills, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the taste of your lip balm and decides fuck it: "...oh god, can we try that again?" you laugh, and nod, before leaning into give him a coordinated second kiss.

MITSUYA + "we can take things slow."

mitsuya shuts the door to mana and luna's room with a quiet click, "they're fast asleep, love." he whispers to you and you smile with a nod. the two of you then make your way down the steps of his home, being sure to not be so loud. the clock reads 9:38 PM and you begin to set up a random film while mitsuya took care of the snacks and drinks. making his way over to your little set up, mitsuya grins at the fluffy blankets and excessive amounts of pillows you've gathered. with no plans to sleep in his bedroom, you and mitsuya got comfortable against one another—his left arm wrapped around your shoulder with a big bowl of popcorn on your lap, and pressed play. now 40 minutes in, your focus shifts from the characters on-screen to the constant feeling of mitsuya's palms on your hips. you still at every slight movement of his fingers, and your heartbeat pounds in sync with his breathing behind you—it seems mitsuya's focus is not on the movie, either. you crane your head behind you, gasping when you meet his face only mere inches from your own. his eyes flicker to your lips, and you find yourself mirroring his action. he leans in ever so slowly, lips grazing against yours when he mutters, "we can take things slow, okay?" you nod once, barely registering his words when your desires take over and push yourself onto him. mitsuya smiles into the kiss, hands roaming and only spreading more warmth around you and the now-forgotten film.

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[sweet-seishu]

So let’s take the whore levels down a few notches, shall we?

How do you think the TR guys (of your choice) would react to you using their jacket as a blanket? Like, you get sleepy and they are away, and they left their jacket laying around and you put it over yourself to stay warm and cause it smells like them? 🥺

Pretty please with a cherry on top 🙂

but i like being a whore 😔😔

BUT OKAY THIS IS CUTE SO HERE WE GO (i used more sweaters than jackets but you get it):

feat: mitsuya, ran, inupi, rin, mikey, shinichiro

𝕄𝕀𝕋𝕊𝕌𝕐𝔸 ugh this man. he would probably have to stay late at his studio, trying to finish some sketches and designs for his deadline which of course you were fine with, he said it wouldn't be to late, so you just stayed home watching tv on the couch. you were getting really sleepy, yawning every few minutes before you decided to lie down, sighing as you tried to get comfy, but it was genuinely hard to sleep without him and his warmth. you sat backup, noticing he had left one of his sweaters on the kitchen chair. you immediately got up, grabbing the sweater and laying back down on the couch, his scent and warmth of his sweater bringing you more comfort as you finally let your eyes shut. when he got home he didn't expect to see you on the couch, his sweater basically drowning you causing a small smile to grace his beautiful face. he would quietly walk up to you, moving the hair that fell in your face before picking you up, causing you to stir and mumble out a small "takashi?" he only kissed your forehead "just moving us to the bed pretty girl" you cuddled into him the minute you both laid down, not bothering to change as you both fell into a deep sleep.

ℝ𝔸ℕ this mf. listen, he loves you, he really does, but he is such a fucking shit disturber. he would ofc be working late at bonten, gotta get his shit done before mikey tears him apart yenno. you would be in the penthouse, trying to keep yourself occupied so you could stay awake, but your body needed sleep, you were so tired, so you decided to take a nap. you grabbed the suit jacket he left on the arm of the couch draping it over you and taking in the smell of his expensive cologne, snuggling into the soft material before falling asleep. it was a few hours before he even got home, grumbling as he walked through the door, expecting to be greeted by you, but nope, there you were, passed out on the couch. he only smirked, noticing his jacket over you before walking over to where you slept, taking in how peaceful you looked before snatching the jacket off of your body, making you jolt awake, glaring at your boyfriend in the dark. "what the fuck ran?!" "sorry doll, this was expensive, cant let you use it as a blanket" you gaped at him, shocked by his words for a second before he let out a laugh, making you get up and smack his arm "you're such an ass!" you snapped before making your way to your shared bedroom, he quickly followed, picking you up easily and throwing you over his shoulder. "c'mon doll, you know you love me, and won't cuddling with me be better than cuddling my jacket?" you only huffed, squealing when he threw you on the bed, quickly stripping himself of his clothes before getting in with you, pulling you into his warm embrace. "i fucking hate you." you mumbled, kissing his chest before shutting your eyes. "yeah yeah, sure you do" he chuckled, kissing the top of your head before falling asleep.

𝕀ℕ𝕌𝕀 my sweet boy. he would have to work on a bike at the shop ofc, needing to get it finished for the next day, so he had texted you to let you know he would be late, which you said it was fine and you would just hang out at home and wait for him. well much to his enjoyment, the bike took longer than he thought as he kept running into different issues. you were getting tired, trying your best to stay up but you just couldn't, so you grabbed his sweater that was hanging off the back of the couch, wrapping yourself in it before laying down, you eyes immediately shutting as sleep took you. inui was finally finished with the bike, quickly making his way back home to you. he couldn't get through the door fast enough, just wanting to hold you, but he stopped dead in his tracks, a blush on his face when he saw you curled up in his sweater on the couch. he slowly made his way over to you, softly peppering kisses on your face before you slowly opened your eyes, smiling when you saw him. "how was work?" you asked softly "was okay, let's go to bed okay princess?" you happily nodded, causing him to smile before picking you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the bedroom. he was was quick to lay you down before washing up, joining you immediately after, getting into the bed behind you, spooning you and leaving soft kisses on your neck before falling asleep.

ℝ𝕀ℕ unlike his brother, he would be so cute about it because we all know he is a green flag. it would be the same though, having to work late at bonten, finishing up some final details on something and you would be at home, probably already passed out with his jacket over you so you could breathe in his scent and feel some sort of his warmth. rin would be dying to go home, basically sprinting out of headquarters and speeding his way back home so he could finally sleep with you in his arms. he did not expect to see you using his jacket as a blanket, sleeping on the couch, an obvious sign that you tried waiting up for him. his heart did flips as he looked at you, a smile adorning his face as he wondered how he was able to be with someone as cute as you. he gently picked you up, not wanting to wake you as he kissed your nose, walking you over to the bedroom, gently laying you down and replacing his jacket with the duvet on the bed, he quietly stripped himself of his clothes, sliding in carefully beside you before slowly pulling you into his side. "love you rin" you whispered, snuggling into him, causing his eyes to go wide, but he quickly calmed down when he noticed you passed back out. "love you to pretty"

𝕄𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕐 oh this guy (we are not writing bonten mikey bc i don't think he'd think much of it) but anyways, he would probably be fighting some other gang with toman as you waited for him to come to your window like he always did, you waited and waited, but you were getting sleepy and you didn't know how much longer you could stay awake. so you got up, grabbing the sweater that he left at your place, putting it on before laying back in the bed, holding it up to your face so you could breathe in his scent. you eventually couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, falling into a deep sleep, not being able to hear the small taps on your window. mikey only sighed, opening the window himself since he knew you kept it unlocked for him, carefully stepping into your room before quietly shutting the window. he looked over to your sleeping form, a content smile gracing his lips as he looked at you in his sweater, feeling so much peace in that moment he couldn't help but move your hair from your face, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before joining you, holding you close to him as he let all the darkness in his mind fade away just for a little bit.

𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ𝕀ℂℍ𝕀ℝ𝕆 okay, i feel like we all know how this would go, like inui, shin would have to work late at the bikeshop, which you understood of course, and you didn't mind. things were going later than he thought, he was getting tired, upset, and just wanted to be with you at home. he was so relieved when he finally finished, sighing loudly as he locked up, finally going back to your shared apartment. the last thing he expected to see was you asleep with his sweater draped over you as you snuggled into the fabric. he nearly combusted, you were just so cute and after being rejected so much how was he able to land someone as adorable and amazing as you. he genuinely didn't know if he should leave you on the couch or take you to the bed, the last thing he wanted to do was wake you, and the fact you were using his sweater as a blanket made him feel a little dizzy. he eventually decided to take you to bed, lifting you carefully, but you stirred, opening your eyes as you realized you were being carried "shin? when did you get home?" you asked softly. "not to long ago sweetheart just bringing you to bed" he smiled, gently laying you down when he got to the bed, you went to take off his sweater but he stopped you, a blush on his cheeks "k-keep it on, look really cute with it.." he mumbled, making you smile as you pulled him down, quickly cuddling into him, he nearly lost what little composure he had, but he kept his cool as you readjusted his sweater, making sure it covered your torso as he pulled the blanket to cover you both, kissing your forehead before he closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

[eveandtheturtles]

Gym Buddies Part 3 - NSFW

FINALLY I got to finish this. I think I went through like 3 different versions even before I got to the smut part lol. I hope the wait was worth it. To read the other 2 parts check my masterlist.

Pairing: Raphael x cis!fem!Reader

Rating: NC-17, everyone is in legal adult age.

Tagging: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @madammuffins @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @tinkabelle19 @pheradream-15 @dilucsflame33

After the confession and the kiss in the Weights Room, you and Raph were going out and surprisingly taking things slow. There were a lot of passionate kisses, sure. The first few weeks were quite playful but also… not that different from how you normally behaved. And you were grateful for that. You were over the phase of rushing head-first into the new relationship just to watch it crash and burn later. Or so you told yourself.

The truth was you were nervous. You didn't want to lose Raph. What if he decided you two were just not... Compatible enough and- nope. Not going in that direction. 

You were on a mission today. Very important mission. To finally bed your turtle boyfriend. So, whatever the deal was you'd find out soon enough. To hell with nerves.

You packed your tightest yoga pants that made your ass look amazing and bonus points - they were red. No underwear for extra credit. The sports bra you chose had the lowest cut you could get without the girls spilling out. Your weapon of choice being yoga. He wouldn't know what hit him.

You have been practicing yoga for a while now on suggestion from your therapist. It calmed you down and helped with anxiety at the end of the day, especially when you couldn't visit the lair. Raph didn't know yet. You couldn't wait to show off.

You arrived at the lair dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, sports bag over your arm as per usual. 

"Hey babe," you walked up to Raph and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

"Hey doll," he wrapped his massive arm around your waist. "Ready to be sweatin' today?" He joked.

He had no idea. You grinned. 

"Yeah, although I hope you don't mind, I wanted to do some of my yoga today instead. Hope you don't mind."

"Uh, sure, I didn't know you were into that stuff," he tilted his head.

"My therapist suggested it. It's good workout, keeps me nimble and grounded." You booped his snout. 

"Sounds like something Leo would enjoy," Raph snorted, side eyeing his blue brother who was currently sulking after being destroyed by Mikey in Mario Kart. 

As if he knew they were talking about him, Leo looked up and glared at Raph. Ralph just flipped him off.

"Well, I certainly hope that you will enjoy it enough to join me later," you bit your lower lip, excited but also nervous about your plan. "I'll see you later." You quickly left a peck on Raph's lips and scurried off to enact your plan. 

You changed quickly in your designated area. Then you went to spread your yoga mat and started with some warm up stances. 

Raph arrived a while later with a water bottle and towel over his shoulder. It was perfect timing as you were in a downward facing dog position. The water bottle slipped through his fingers as he froze.

"Hi!" You greeted him cheerfully, seeing him from between your legs.

He fumbled trying to catch the bottle before it hit the floor. He cleared his throat.

"H-hi," he said, his voice unnaturally lower than usual. He almost walked into the weights rack as you were slowly shifting your position. 

You went with the extended version of your usual routine. You practiced all the necessary poses beforehand so you wouldn't fumble or pull something by accident. You could hear the dumbbells being lifted but there was no actual purpose to them. Good. That was your plan. You always made sure to do poses that would expose your ass or chest facing Raph so you could see the hypnotized, dumbfounded expression on his face. It was taking everything in you not to laugh but you could also see the tent in his shorts. Excellent. 

All this teasing and anticipation were making you wet, trying to guess when he would snap. By the end of the routine you were a bit sweaty. The wet triangle on the bra was accompanied by your perky nipples poking through. 

"Whew," you sighed. "That was good, right Raph?" You turned to him as you grabbed your towel to wipe your face clean. "I am going to hit the showers."

The death grip he had on that dumbbell was starting to bend the metal. He hasn't moved a lick for the past 5 minutes.

"Uh-huh," he replied oh so intelligently. His eyes were transfixed on your body.

"Raph? You okay?" You approached him and stopped right in front of him.

Suddenly he snapped. In less than a blink you were now on your back on the weight lifting bench.

"The fuck you are pulling, doll?" He growled. One hand was pinning your wrist above your head, the other was on your waist.

You licked your lips, swallowing and looking innocently at him. 

"I don't know what you mean~" you replied.

"Don't give me that bullshit," he hissed. "I'm not stupid."

"I know," you said huskily. "I just thought you might need a bit of a push since we haven't yet- you know."

He placed his forehead on your shoulder and made a deep growl. 

"Doll, you are going to kill me and I am trying so hard to go easy on you," he said. Your wrists were released.

"Why?" You asked, stroking the back of his head. There was more to the slow pace then?

Ralph hesitated for a moment. "Well… me and the guys were joking around one day before you came along," he whined and you could feel him turning his face to your neck. His snout slid over your skin and he inhaled your scent. "That whoever ends up dating humans should be careful not to break them. You are so squishy," he mumbled. "And Mikey said that if anyone was gonna break their human it would be me…" He watched his hands, stroking circles over your hips.

Oh. Oh, silly Raph. 

“Babe.” You took his face between your hands. “You are never going to break me. Well, there are sex accidents but that happens also between humans, and if I ever land in ER because of your dick - No. Regrets. I’m gonna ride it so hard you gonna break.” You squished his cheeks staring him right in the eye. “You hear me?”

You could tell by the way his face heated up under your palms and how his pupils expanded that he got the idea.

“Any other questions?”

He shook his head.

“What are we waiting for then?”

He blinked slowly. The next thing you knew his mouth was on you, kissing you madly. His kisses were always intense but this one was making it especially hard to think, knocking your air out. His tongue was so hot in your mouth it made your core drip even harder just to imagine what would happen when it’d land on your sex. You moaned, scratching his scalp under his bandana. Then you heard your shorts ripping in half and now you were kneeling on the weight training bench. Raph's face was between your legs. His strong hands were on your thighs. You heard a loud churr as his tongue brushed over your folds and that was all the warning you got. You got your wish. He started eating you out like a man starving. He lapped at your juices, sucking and kissing your pussy. That talented tongue pushed inside and moved with purpose, fast. (“And furious”, you giggled to yourself between soft moans.) His forefinger found your clit and pressed to it, rubbing slow circles. You rode his face, gasping in delight. His other hand squeezed and slapped your ass. He was good at multitasking.

“Raphie~” you moaned. 

His tongue moved in and out of you, rubbing, tracing, fucking you. God, you needed that! You loved the friction. The roughness of his finger on your clit. The callouses. Your magnificent warrior. And now you were falling apart riding his face. 

The orgasm hit with a shudder and heat. You held onto your lover's head, squeezing him between your thighs to just fall backward into his lap. He was grinning at you like a cat who got the canary. You were grinning back at him like the canary who knew that could get so much good time out of the cat. 

Raph helped you sit up properly, you waited patiently for him to undo his pants. His cock sprung up ready and you could see the precum pearling at the tip. He was so big and you briefly worried about the reality of your ER joke. Eh, you only live once, right? Fuck it. Your reached down and slipped your hand over the proud dick. It felt so thick and hot in your hand. You squeezed and he groaned. 

“Babe, it’s all yours, don’t tease,” he whined. You giggled, pumping him a few times. Your fingers barely touched around his full girth.

“Oh, I know. I know,” you cooed. 

Using his knees as support you began to lower yourself on him. Slow and steady. You were already almost a slip-and-slide down there but he still was a challenge. It gave you an excellent opportunity to torture him a little. 

The head went in with no problem. You went down until you felt just a smidge of resistance, then gave him a small squeeze, watching his delightful expressions. He was clearly holding his breath, focused on your pussy, slowly swallowing him in. He groaned, licking his lips. Then you went up again, almost letting him slip out. He looked back up at your face alarmed. You winked and went down again, this time taking in more of him. Then back up again. Rinse and repeat. You did it two more times. 

You groaned, feeling yourself needing more but this was too much fun. During your performance, Raph got a hold of your breast, calloused fingers stroking your nipple. Oh yes, you were enjoying this. Until the growl. 

“That’s enough, doll.”

Raph gripped your hips abruptly and shoved you down. You almost saw stars, gasping. You knew he was strong. You knew how much exactly he could bench press. You never expected this skill to be used on you. 

Your turtle beu held one hand on your hips and the other under your armpit. You held onto his arms as he began to use you. Faster and faster. 

“Oh god, Raph!” You moaned. You held on for dear life. His dick was stretching you, rubbing you in all the right places. Faster, faster. You were out of breath. 

“FUCK” You both screamed out. You inhaled sharply as the second orgasm wrecked your body. You felt him pumping you full, so full you were making a mess of the floor, his and your (already messed up) pants.

You leaned against his chest, heaving. You could feel his heart beating through his plastron, going 100 miles per hour. You smiled.

“See, you didn’t break me,” you joked.

He laughed. “You are unbelievable!”

You both kissed.

“If you’re both done!” Splinter’s shout reached your ears and you blushed like crazy. “I would like to ask you to clean up after yourself!”

Right… the gym didn’t have doors. 

“Fuck,” you dropped your head onto Raph’s plastron, mortified. Could Earth swallow you faster?

“Sure thing dad!” Your boyfriend shouted back.

“Thanks, Raph! I just won a 20!” Mikey’s shout also reached you.

“Fuck you guys!”

All he got back was laughter and hollering.

[gghoulishdelight]

"At the End of the World, or the Last Thing You See.."

pairing: mikey x gn!reader x ray

genre: fluff xtreme!!

a/n; based off of a dream i had, except not ghost of u mikey cuz i dont want him to die

/ look at these nerds<33 luv them /

"micheal james way, stop messing with your hair before i pin your hands down!"

mikey jumps at the stern sound of your voice coming from the entrance of his dressing room, a sheepish look on his face as he meets your glare through the mirror he's facing. he couldn't help himself, he was nervous and he didn't feel as if his hair looked like it should, but then again, he wasn't all that interested in costume design like you were. you technically weren't their costume designer, but you were definitely the one who ran around making sure everything looked according to plan when they had photoshoots and videos. his hands drop back down to his sides under your stern glare before you have the chance to make your threat come into fruition, his face turning the slightest bit pink as he heard gerard's giggles echoing from their own dressing room. god, he's never going to hear the end of this.

"if you would stop messing with your hair, you wouldn't have to be teased by your brother and i could finally help ray get his hair into a ponytail before you lot have t' go onstage," you scold the taller way brother while you fix his hair in place again, having to stand on your tiptoes the tiniest bit so you can reach. speak of the devil, mikey thinks as ray pops his head into the room, curious to know what's being said about himself. he grins at mikey through the mirror, silently giggling at how silly the two of you look right now and venturing into the room further.

"i heard my name, what's up?" ray's gentle voice draws your attention away from mikey for the time being, your face softening as you look at him and smile sweetly. ray always had a calming effect on both his partners, no matter the situation.

"nothin', just your boyfriend here can't seem to stop messin' with his costume long enough that i can help you get ready," you tease a little more lightheartedly this time, earning a little grin from mikey. he stays quiet as you trail your hands down from fixing his hair to gently cupping his cheeks, only letting out a little hum of content when you reward him with a gentle peck on the lips.

ray clicks his tongue in mock disappointment as he wiggles his way behind you, resting his chin atop your head and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you in close. "let me guess, you already threatened to pin his hands down?" he teases with a grin, only to giggle when you turn your head away from them both to try and hide the blush dancing on your cheeks. mikey takes this as a chance to start peppering soft kisses along the side of your neck, smiling at the way you try to squirm out of ray's grasp.

"guysss, c'mon! you gotta go out in 15, and i still needa fix up ray!" you complain in a whine, yet there's no actual bite behind your words, just soft love and warmth for the two. they end up letting you go after a few more seconds of affection, but only after mikey steals one last kiss from you.

"thank you," he whispers almost silently, taking your hand and tapping thrice on your palm, his silent way of saying 'i love you' when he didn't have the words to say it aloud. you just smile, tapping back and grinning widely at the way his eyes light up at your understanding. you don't think you'll ever get over the way he seems so fascinated with you responding in turn. he and ray share a kiss before you tug ray out of the room, only to be met with gerard and frank mockingly 'making out' (aka pretending to kiss and moan while also giggling their asses off) outside of frank's room, clearly pretending like something unholy had been happening between the three of you. you just sigh and bite back a grin, ignoring ray's noise of protest at their actions as you drag him away from the scene and into his own room, only to blush furiously at frank's shouts of "use protection!".

you don't know what you'd do without these guys, even if they tormented you to no end.

[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

warnings? kissing~~

a/n? manga final spoilers? it is the timeline where everyone is alive and well and lets say mitsuya threw a party to celebrate something in his designer world. you might of have gotten drunk on the vibe and ended up kissing your crush's sister?...

today could not have been better, somehow you woke up feeling great and the vibes and all were at their best, so you knew that tonight's party was going to be something else.

its been a while since you have seen your crush, manjiro. you used to hang out daily but nowadays the older you get, life seems to be getting in your way. so you decided that today you will shoot your shot and confess, maybe even kiss

you spent the day dancing around your room, happy of the free day from stress and rested a bit after finally leaving, you chose a nice outfit in which you could be comfortable since after all its a friend gathering

oh well you didnt know that mitsuya has made more artist friends, you were left dumbfounded after seeing that there were actually a lot of people here. you looked around, trying to find your friends

"hey! i love your outfit! it looks beautiful on youu!"

you could recognise this voice everywhere, emma came out of nowhere and hugged your anxiety out

"thank youuu! you look even greater!'

after many compliments she said to follow her to where everyone sat, including manjiro. you couldnt help but dust off your clothes trying to make yourself more presentable

everyone welcomed you and you felt amazing in their presence, once mitsuya appeared you two hugged eachother and everyone started storytelling while enjoying some drinks.

"yeah and can you believe it? pah-chin is like so rich now!!'

kazutora said with tears in his eyes, seems like the drinks got to his head

"also mikey started registering to bike races, until now he amazed everyone"

mitsuya said pleased by the conversations and proud of his friends. you couldnt help but let your mind wander at various scenarios until a song you oh so loved started playing.

"oh my god! emma you gotta come dance with me!!"

she squeaked at the invitation and wanted to stay near draken, but being pulled by you wasnt helping. everyone seemed to look at you two except draken, who was looking at mikey.

at once you found a free spot near the center, still visible to the group you two began dancing. you encouraged her to move her body more and couldn't help the hands from wandering.

both of you were enjoying the dancing a little too much and it seemed that the two specific boys did too as they were staring at every move.

as if in the heat of the moment, your hands went to grab her face and admire her beautiful features, she does look like mikey..

maybe that heat of the moment , your romantic ass or even the drink caused this to happen, but that doesnt help as an excuse because you still placed your lips right onto hers. for some seconds everything was silent, until the realization hit. everyone was screeching at the sight , some were hitting tables with their fist and some were left amazed.

you pulled from the kiss amazed from the taste of her lip gloss

"that tastes amazing oh my god"

"you are crazy"

both of you started laughing your hearts out while going back to the group together

"yeah, but you kissed me back"

you said smirking as you sat in your place. everyone was speechless meanwhile some were laughing and applauding

you enjoyed the atmoshpere so you just ended up giggling at the situation, because of that you didnt notice manjiro standing up next to you

"come with me"

you head went silent while your heart started pumping. you took his hand and followed him, ignoring the whispering around

he brought you to the bathroom where the two of you were alone.

"wasn't that kiss supposed to be mine?"

he said as he looked straight into your eyes, grabbing your hand mindlessly

"you can have the next one..."

with that he closed the gap between your lips and kissed you

"so you loved me too, huh?"

you said, loving the taste of his lips, staring into his black eyes

"thought' you knew"

[im back >:d]

[sukunasbabymama]

Oh? You wanna kiss me so bad.

⌗ Summary: Asking them if they wanna kiss you in the middle of an argument.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (mikey), Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Rindou Haitani.

⌗ Warnings: none.

⌗ A/N: I’m like Mitsuyas, haven’t text my guy bestie in two weeks cuz I’m giving him space lmao.

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

It’s not that the argument was too heated, but you needed him to understand your point because he was being a thick head, as usual.

“I don’t care if you’re the leader of one of the biggest gangs, Manjiro, you need to do your damn homework bec—”

“I don’t want to,” You sigh, asking the heavens to give you the right patience to not whoop his ass with his own chancla.

And then you get an idea, since he is so whipped for you…

You walk till you are directly in front of the couch he’s sitting in, then you bend down till you are at his eye level, starting to talk really slow.

“Manjiro, baby, your formation is important, you have the time to do them and I will help…” You smile when all his attention is on your lips. “Oh? You wanna kiss me so bad?”

You blink and now you are under him on the same couch. He’s frowning.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I want to kiss you,” He says and you put your hands on his chest when he starts to lean, his frown more prominent now.

“I don’t want to. I don’t feel like kissing people who can’t even do their homework,” You whisper and he gasps, offended. You pull him to you. “So? Want to go out?”

“I can’t, I have to do my homework.” He mumbles and you smile.

Yes, you do.

Chifuyu Matsuno.

The argument was getting tiring and you didn’t want that anymore. Y’all were arguing because he was stopping to worry about his health because of the sense of commitment with the pet shop, something about trying to make it his full time job.

“You don’t understand, I–”

“I do, I do understand Fuyu’ but trying to get the attention of the owner doesn’t have to make you skip your meals, that’s what I need you to und—”

“I need this!”

“And you’re gonna get it, baby! But your health is also important!” You say, frustrated.

You sigh and wet your lips, trying to calm yourself because you’re not about to start yelling either. But his eyes went to your lips and he looked dazed.

“Fuyu, I’m really worried about you, that’s not… Fuyu?” His eyes were still on your lips, you giggled. “So, you wanna kiss me that—?”

“Yes.” He says without letting you finish, he walks to you and puts his arms around your waist. “I do, I want to kiss you, right now, please.”

You lean and smile, his stare still on your lips. He’s been so busy and, God, he missed you so much.

“Your health is more important than some kisses so you—”

“It’s not.” You raise your eyebrow and he groans. “Okay, I’ll change my schedule so I can eat properly, is that okay?”

“More than okay.”

“Good. Now kiss me before we fight for real,” you roll your eyes and let him crash his lips with yours.

Mitsuya Takashi.

The thing with him is that it wasn’t even an argument, you were just trying not to be annoying. He’s been working really hard on his designs so you gave him space.

The problem in this? Takashi doesn’t want space, he wants you. And that’s why he’s at your house right now asking for an explanation.

“Baby, you were bu—”

“I don’t care, three days without seeing you, that’s a hard no and you know it,” He says with a hand on his hip.

“Why are you mad that I was giving you space?” You ask confused.

“Because by giving me space…” His stare goes to your lips when you wet them. “Uh, when you say giving me space it means not even answering my texts, that’s too—”

“You wanna kiss me, don’t you?” You say in a mocking tone, he raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

He then starts walking to you till your back hits the wall, but he keeps going till his lips are brushing yours.

“I do, I very much choose kissing you till I can’t feel my lips instead of doing this,” He wets his lips. “Don’t don’t that again.”

You gulp.

Rindou Haitani.

Even a simple bickering gets heated with this one because he’s just that petty when he wants to. But you have your trick, and it was to distract him from whatever y’all were talking about.

But now, y’all were arguing -he was because you don’t care about that- because he supposedly saw you too close to one of his members and he didn’t like that shit. Were you too close to damn Kokonoi? Yes, yes you were, was on purpose? You’re not that much of an attention seeker, you were just talking.

As usual when he’s getting a little insecure, he’s looking at you attentively, reminding himself he’s the one that’s yours. And then he looked at your face, focusing on it like he was in the middle of a big deal.

“You want to kiss me, right? Is that it?” You laugh, and you swear you see his eyes twitch from where you were.

He starts walking to you with an emotionless face. When he has you pinned on the wall he puts his hand on your throat and leans till his lips are on your ear.

“And what about you?” He chuckles and you gulp. “Do you want to kiss me, angel?”

“I do.” You murmur and he kisses your cheek.

“That’s what bad girls that like to talk back get, kisses on the cheeks” He says.

Then he turns around and leave the room, no longer angry since he confirmed he’s the one that made you this nervous.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @melaninnntae @haitanigigi @keimisan @izvana @dai-tsukki-desu @yunho-leeknow @welkinmoongrab

[suulponk]

could I request just a really fluffy fic with Frank and male reader? I don't see enough male readers or non smut frank things anymore :] maybe like having to defend him dating a guy to the press and protecting and comforting y/n from the bullshit they say?

warnings: homophobia

word count: 728

- i dont know how the fuckin press works so do spare me

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"No?"

"No!"

"Really? I think I'm stylin'." Frank tilted his head to the side, holding his hands under his chin and flashing a pretty smile.

Y/N shook his head, grabbing the poorly designed sunglasses and handing him a pair of flamboyant jeweled ones instead. "I think these look faarr better."

Frank put them on, turning around to look at the mirror and bursting into laughter. "Oh, gosh. I'm just beautiful!" Y/N laughed, wrapping his arms around Frank's waist. "You so are. You should be a model next."

"A gucci model?" Frank looked at the price tag of the glasses. "Jesus fuck. These aren't even gucci, and they're almost my own net worth." Y/N took a peek at the tag, rolling his eyes.

"More like mine. You're super rich, you seem to forget that." Frank shrugged, putting the sunglasses back on the rack.

Frank and Y/N left the store without buying anything. They held hands as they walked down the street, getting stopped by someone tapping Frank on the shoulder.

Frank turned around, facing a middle aged woman with a microphone in his face. He held back an eye roll, and smiled instead. "Hi. Surprise interview?" The lady nodded, pushing the microphone closer.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Y/N glanced at Frank, and Frank glanced back. He nodded. "That's what I thought. How do you feel about publicly being in a relationship with another man?"

Frank looked at the camera, and back at the woman. He shifted a little. "I feel like I'm in a normal relationship that people know about." "But don't you think it's wrong?" Frank raised his eyebrows, mouth slightly agape.

"What did you say to me?"

The woman stepped back a little. "I'm just saying. Usually it's a man and a woman. For, uh, most people." She paused, and unfortunately kept speaking. "Especially when it comes to celebrities, they tend to keep that stuff to themselves."

"Well I don't." He tugged on Y/N's hand, stepping back a little. "Go shove it, lady."

He turned around, walking away. He threw up a middle finger when the lady shouted after them, causing her to call him an unsavory word.

Y/N stared at the ground, free hand in his pocket. "I can't believe some people are just so openly assholes." Y/N murmured, making Frank nod in agreement. "I should have punched her ass." Y/N giggled. "I thought you would've."

They got to Frank's car, letting go of each other and getting in. Frank decided to drive home, which Y/N was okay with.

Music blasted through the speaker and Y/N stared out the window quietly. He tried to not let it get to him, he really did. But he couldn't help but think it'd be easier if he just went off and let Frank date some girl. It'd be easier if Y/N dated one too.

Frank set his hand on Y/N's thigh, shooting him a glance. "You good?" Y/N hummed a little. He wasn't, really.

"It'll get better one day. People will understand. At some point."

"Some point in our lifetime?"

Frank bit his lip. "No, probably not." He didn't like to lie, and Y/N was glad about that. "But those are random ass people. They don't care about us, really." Frank pulled into a Wendy's drive through, deciding some ice cream would cheer them both up.

"Those people don't mean shit at all. They don't understand and don't try to. You know who does understand? You know who does matter?" He turned the speakers down. "Our best friends. People like Gee, and Ray, and Mikey." Y/N smiled a little. "That random lady? Guys who think their cocks are so fuckin huge? They can go-"

Frank pulled up to the speaker. "Hi, two medium chocolate frosties please. Thank you." He drove forward.

"-They can go fuck themselves. Drop their pizza on the sidewalk, whatever." Frank smiled. "They're not gonna be at our wedding to object, are they?"

Y/N laughed a little, looking at the checkered promise ring on his finger. "Yeah."

Frank pulled up to the window, grabbing the frosties and setting them in the cupholder. "And I bet that lady doesn't have any ice cream right now either. So whose really losing?"

"People without ice cream always lose." Frank nodded. "Damn right!"

[everafterkeiji]

hii if u dont mind i came here to request mikey baji the kawata twins and any other character reacting to their s/o’s death 🧎‍♀️

i loved the jjk version but now this hc makes it to tokyorev, i feel like crying all over again cuz i haven't moved on from itadori BUT thank u so much for requesting, hope u have a fantastic day, lovelyyy⊂(・﹏・⊂) i was really aggressive with this one i am truly sorry(+_+) PLEASE PROPERLY READ THE WARNINGS

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

PAIRINGS: Mikey, Baji, Nahoya, & Souta x gn!reader

GENRE/WARNINGS: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR VALHALLA ARC, mentions Moebius and Tenjiku, heavy angst, mentions of blood and severe injuries, violence, accidents, stabbing, gun wounds, major character deaths, k*sak* being an ass, please excuse my brutalness

PART 2 / PART 2.5

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 has always felt like death was following him wherever he went or at times, it was his best friend.

He was too aware, too carefree of those who tried to oppose him because he knows his capabilities and the team that'd swore they'd never let him get hurt. Enemies were scattered, some were hidden in their own groups, masking as someone else they thought they could trust. Every time that happens, he's on the brim of letting go and holding on.

And when their opponent has a hold of a trophy, it doesn't matter if the gold is real or not as long they know that they won.

Which in this sense, you've always been the trophy that Mikey desperately tried to keep yet were stolen from him and he bares a conscious that knows it was bound to happen but not like this.

Not when you were tight in his arms, embracing him with an overwhelming amount of joy to see him this safe and sound until a gunshot made everyone turn their heads both in fear and tantrum, cowering for their lives not knowing you were the target.

"Y..Y/N?" Mikey whispers, unsure of how he sounded but he begged for a reply. When your arms started to grow weak and loose around his skin, he's keeping his hold on you stronger than ever while his eyes dart to your unsaturated ones and he feels as if he could see your figure holding death's hand.

"MIKEY, I CALLED THE AMBULANCE!" Draken shouts but his best friend was unable to move, frozen for what he felt like was centuries but it was merely 40 seconds. 40 seconds where you said nothing yet a pool of blood surrounds the two lovers.

Manjiro looks at you then he sees it. You're looking back at him with tears stinging your eyes, clouding your vision of your boyfriend who was wide eyed yet mirrored the same flow of tears. A weak hand reaches his cheek, every disappearing energy converts to just one action for you to touch him, just to let him feel how you're trying to stay.

"Stop crying." You choked out while Mikeys dumbfounded at how you were still trying to converse with him and just by the breathiness of your voice, his emotions combust and fuels every part of himself that he's never found before.

"I will if you're going to kiss me again, Y/N." He responds in return while you smiled, a tiny tug on the corner of your lips just as he was about to stand up to carry you, ready to reach the hospital no matter the cost but he stops when heard you say, "C'mere, Mikey."

He leans downwards to meet your lips that weren't as warm as before yet your hand is still in tact with his cheek while you bestow your lips on his, a tear from his eyes landing on your cheek as he hesitates to pull away, wanting nothing more than to let it stay like forever.

"You know, I dreamt that I married you one day." He began, resting his head on your shoulder while you hummed in response, making sure he's aware you were still listening to him—that you were still his lover before your end comes. "You were wearing something Mitsuya designed and our rings were really pretty."

"That.. sounds..nice." you barely replied, looking at the stars that were calling to your name like they were holding a hand out for you, to welcome you in their presence so you returned your gaze to the only boy you swore to love with every stare. "You stopped..crying." you whispered with a smile that Mikey began to hate. How were you able to do that when you were being taken away from him? How is that you still looked like you were truly happy even when your body was counting down to it's seconds?

"Can you make it come true for me? Will you marry me, Y/N?" Mikey asks, a silent wish leaving his spirits just for him to see a glimpse of his dream that was possible to turn into reality. Your eyes keep fluttering, the difficulty to ignore the inviting glow of the stars that were already touching you as Mikey felt the threat of his future.

"I'll..love..and marry you..Mikey." you bid him as the flashing lights of the ambulance were glowing nearer to your side until he spoke again.

"Promise?"

The moment your hand dropped to your chest and closed your eyes, he knew. And as the ambulance reaches you two, by the look of the poor boy on the concrete, they knew it too.

"Promise, Mikey."

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING ⚠️ PLEASE SKIP THIS PART IF YOU ARE NOT UPDATED WITH THE MANGA ‼️

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 was a great actor, that was a skill meant for him, the getaway whenever he needed it. So when he thought it was the perfect crime to finally gain their trust, that's where he can ease back and continue on with his plan but he was too comfortable.

Too comfortable to the point he was here, clad in the battle of his foes and his friends, blood spilled in every direction while he swore to end Kisaki's treacherous plans so he can live in the era Mikey had promised to pursue.

But he had accepted his fate when who he called his best friend began to pierce his skin, betraying worth long years of happiness but Takemichi pulls him away, a save for his life, until Kisaki scoffs, opening the phone to dispose someone as another option for Kazutora's mess up until he says. "Bring them in. Make him regret it."

"BAJI!" You screamed as the vice captain throws you in the middle of the chaos while your lovers heart ruins into destruction at the sound of your voice. You ran to his arms, disregarding the liquid that latches onto your shirt from below you while the rest of Toman stares a bit weary how you were entering the scene unharmed making Mikey and Draken share a look until their eyes widen in sync at the realization, making them shout for Baji's name.

"Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?! Get out of here!" Your boyfriend screamed, hands gripping onto your shoulder for you to wake up as Kisaki awaits for the perfect moment. "Y/N-san! Please move away!" Chifuyu dared to beg while you shook your head, placing both your hands on either sides of Baji's face, crying to see him this wounded. "Let's go home, Keisuke. Please?" You whispered as he trembles in your voice until there's a smile on someone's face.

"There we go."

From the side of your eye in a quick instance, you turned around, embracing the metal that embedded in your stomach before Chifuyu and Draken could run to stop him but didn't fail to push him on the ground, an endless fit of strikes to his face while Baji stood frozen as you dropped to the floor and Mikeys' anger accelerates. "Y/N?"

He drops to his knees with every fraction of his body corrupting before him when he sees the blood pouring from your mouth.

"Hey beautiful, keep your eyes on me, okay?" he encourages you while you meekly nodded, taking in deep breaths as the rest of Valhalla escapes within the risk of seeing someone get hurt in such a way. Draken and the rest were calling for an ambulance while Baji chokes out a sob, Chifuyu turning his attention away with his own tears brimming his eyes.

"You didn't have to do that! You know I—I'm fine on my own, Y/N!" He shouts, frantically roaming his hands through your hair down to your cheeks and he feels a sensation rushing through his spine at how your temperature was dropping. He was lying and you knew that too well. Even in his own fights, he returns to your arms and the weight he carries with him disperses when you're there but right now, the built up anger he held in for so long was coursing through his blood that it even slips his mind that he had a stab of his own.

"Stay with me, please." He begs and at the crack of his voice, Chifuyu rests a hand on both your shoulders while you turned to the blonde. "Hey, Chifuyu. Thank you for everything. Take..him with you always." You favored him but he shakes his head. "You're going to be with him! Not me." He cries, hating how two of those who are special to him both face the same fate.

"Do I still look..pretty?" You teased with a smile, wiping away his tears as he chuckles in the agony but there's a mournful smile on his face.

"You're as pretty as the first time I met you."

"I..love you." You let him know one more time while his smile doesn't dare to look like the smile you were used to because he knew you were going to go first.

"I love you more, Y/N so come home to me." Before your eyes began to see the darkness, you looked at your lover for the last time, with the smile he fell in love with since day one as you spoke,

"I am home."

Baji presses a kiss to your hands and ends it to your forehead, before he saw a glimpse of the same metal weapon and shares a glance to Chifuyu then returns his eyes to your closed ones.

"I'll be there soon." Baji whispers and soon enough, long and torturous minutes and seconds, the hands you used to love to hold finally reunites with you again leaving someone else behind as two lovers meet all over again.

"Hey Y/N."

"Hi, Baji."

♡ 𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐀's smile was a staple to his personality. It tells how despite what he's going through—it's always going to remain there, bright as usual.

Even in his battles, he cheers in every punch thrown to their bodies, edging them on with his teasing comments as he pounds his fist to their faces. You knew this about him and often stayed behind to avoid seeing the violence even if they won because it still doesn't calm down your worried heart whenever he'd go into these fights but now that he's returned from a brawl, safe and still as beaming as ever, you let out a sigh of relief while you bring him to your embrace. He hums in satisfaction when your hands reach his hair and rests his head on your shoulder. "I told you to stop worrying about me, cutie." He scolds while you roll your eyes but greet his brother as Souta waves shyly.

"Are you ready to go?" You asked him as he shares a peck to your cheek. "Yeah, let's go. I feel like going for a late night drive, do you mind?" He asks as you got on the bike. "If I'm with you, anything is okay." You responded, intertwining both of your hands together that were around his waist while he blushes.

"Boo you two." His twin argues, getting on his own bike.

As the drive begins, you two were just laughing at his stories from the gang, living in the moment as he speeds up making you cheer while he laughs and joins you in this blissful moment but a moment of perfection was bound to perish.

"That's a captain from Toman, right?"

"I don't care as long as I see that uniform—we have to defeat them."

A single second, rapidly passing through like light, a motorcyle from the opposing team crashes into you two while you let out a yelp at the full force impacted on you two as you heard Souta cry out before there's another hit and your senses were dizzied, the streetlights looking more like streaks of white in your line of vision while you failed to hear Nahoya's scream of your name.

Your boyfriend swerves the vehicle to prevent you two from getting thrown off, it fails when the second collision happened and he felt your arms loosen around him making his heart drop as the tire screeches and the motorcyle falls sideways to the ground, causing your head to clash to the brick wall as Nahoya separated from you.

"Smiley! Y/N!" Angry shouts, rushing to get off his bike. His older brother weakly stands up, his legs aching from being the ones used to support his body with blood dripping from his forehead but when he calls out for you and he receives silence, he panics immensely.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Your boyfriend calls out until he sees your passed out body with blood smeared on the wall as he runs to you, tripping a few times as he cradles you in his arm as the same crimson colored liquid leaks from the back of your head while his ear is pressed to your chest to hear your heartbeat that was growing quieter. Your lovers eyes widen at the terrifying lack of sound.

And the smile that he's held onto ever since he was a kid finally drops making his brother stood frozen at how distraught he was.

"Hey hey, open your eyes, babe!" He shakes your shoulders as Souta calls for help.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" He cries out, wiping his tears as the other Kawata could feel his eyes brimming his own tears at this side of his brother. "Y/N? C'mon open your eyes!" Nahoya tries one more time but falls to his expectations.

"It-It's my fault, goddammit! I am so sorry!" He sobs into your shoulder with evident cracks in his voice and it breaks him even more that you look so peaceful, so calm and beautiful but this wasn't what he had wanted you to look like. Not when your temperature has rapidly dropped and you couldn't hear him anymore.

"I love you so so much, Y/N."

"If I'm with you, anything is okay." Those were your last words to him and looking at you now, there was a massive difference that he despised.

"I'll protect you always." He promised before and he could feel his heart being surrounded in grief and regret for being unable to fulfill it.

"I miss you already." Nahoya's head rests on your chest, closing his eyes, sniffling as Souta has his hand on his brothers back. He didn't need to cover his ears to hear your heartbeat because it was already silent.

"Have you ever cried?" You asked him before.

"I don't think I'll ever cry."

"That's good, Nahoya. I'd hate to see you cry."

You didn't even get to wipe his tears away now that he was left without a purpose to smile any longer.

CONTAINS MENTIONS OF TENJIKU!!

♡ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀 was so dependent on you and his brother that he felt like you two were always gonna stick around him. He's had Smiley for a long time and he wished that he met you earlier. He tried to make sure you were never present in any of the areas where all these gangs were scattered because he knew how unfair and cruel they were. Even if he was ready to fight for you, he can't be so laid-back about it.

There was a new threat to the town, scattered reckless and barbaric members of Tenjiku which made him weary, hoping none of those people would come near you. Unfortunately, out of all the coincidences, you were shocked to see a beaten up Chifuyu as you called out to him making him turn to you, startled at your voice but he notices you anyway. "Y/N-san?" He asks as Mochi snarls at the sight of you. "You're with Toman? Pathetic." He pushes off the blonde and you take a few steps back but was welcomed with his hands tight in your neck as you gripped on his arm, coughing up your strive to breathe as Chifuyu immediately stands to remove you from the man.

"Fuck off, you asshole! Let me.. go!" You shouted despite the challenge you were facing as you tried to reach for his head but he backs away, laughing at you. "You've got some guts!" He exclaims before his hold got more aggressive like his fingers were digging onto your skin as you could feel your airways closing in on you.

Chifuyu manages to come from behind, kicking his legs as Mochi loses balance making him let go of you before your eyes could close while you inhaled deeply with the blonde carrying you in his arms, running away from the scene. "Shit! I'm so sorry, I'll bring you to Takemichi and get you out of here." You regained a bit of control to your breathing while you coughed. "What the fuck is happening? Where's Angry?" You panicked.

"I don't know where is but I'll bring you to him! I am so sorry for dragging you into this." He apologizes. "It's okay, I just hope Toman is safe."

Despite running for what felt like hours, Angry catches the two of you and raises an eyebrow. "Chifuyu and Y/N? That's weird." He comments while Nahoya looks to where he was looking at. "Well, somebody's jealous."

"Souta! I am so sorry—Y/N suddenly showed up and noticed me then Mochi took them by the neck. "

"WHAT?" Your boyfriend shouts and as he was about to embrace you, you were yanked away by the same man who strangled you and takes a swing to your stomach, too hard that it instantly results to you spitting out blood while the twins were held back.

"LET THEM GO!" Souta shouts, raging his way through the crowd along with his brother and Takemichi. "Go get, Y/N! I've got this." Nahoya instructs while his brother nods and parts through the group of men.

"See, I don't like little rats roaming around but this one surely has enough nerves to try and punch me earlier." And with the end of his sentence comes another strike to your body while you felt your insides cry at the placement of impact. Your lover gets to you, continous hits to Mochi but he's thrown to the side with such great force while you screamed, "SOUTA!" even if you could feel how your body was falling with every second and Mochi grows irritated by your shouts and protests so his fist gets in contact with the side of your head, hitting a vital point for you as your internal bleeding terribly escalates and your eyes go white, unable to recover.

"Two rats joined in one group. Fine, go ahead and join them." Mochi suggested before he grabbed you by the shirt, lifting you then proceeds to toss you the same area where he had thrown your boyfriend as Angry catches your fall and he's horrified by how you look, so unresponsive and barely breathing while his brother rushes to them.

"Smiley, Y/N isn't breathing enough." Souta states, a stoic and still tone to his voice while he searches for a heartbeat. "Love? Y/N? Please talk to me." He cries, but this wasn't the typical that powers his fist to attack those who hurt him and the others, this was a cry of a heart who wanted to mourn.

"Angry, the hospital is near us. We have to go. Now." The blue haired boy just quietly nods as Chifuyu drives Nahoya's bike with Takemichi and his brother was on the other one with him holding you at the back while they rush.

"We'll make it. We'll make it and then we get to go out on a date again, okay, Y/N?" He was holding you closer than anything he's ever done before. Kissing your hand and your forehead, ignoring how your skin has lost its warmth and its color. "I love you, you know? So don't be mean and leave me this early." He wanted to keep talking, he wanted to let you hear how he was begging for you to be with him again even if you're not answering back, he just needed to tell you all the things he was left to say under a time limit that he was approaching.

"You told me I had a nice smile when I first got to know you because you made me laugh. I love to see you like that." He kept on ranting because he knew was so short on time and his brother dreaded to hear his goodbyes to you.

"I'll come back for you. So please hug me when I see you again and I'll smile again." The second you reached the hospital he's bidding you one more farewell before they could take you away and drown in the waiting hours.

"I love you. " He whispers, kissing your forehead while they ran to catch you from his arms, muttering endless worries and observations of your condition, saying nothing of the things he wanted to hear as he falls to his knees, letting out a cry that could've echoed through the entire area. Such heavy and revenge ridden shouts of grief while he was unaware of how the last thing you heard was how much he loved you.

"I love you too, Souta."

TAGLIST: @strawberrieas @kwrg

[naoyaslut]

Eye Candy

Synopsis: In which Ran Haitani shows his favorite somewhat bratty bottle girl a little TLC.

Warnings: drug use (not reader), profanity, roughhousing, manhandling, ruined makeup, bathroom sex, oral sex (fem receiving).

Ranx!BottleGirlFemReader+18 ( Feat. Sanzu, Rin, and Mikey)

word count: 3,842

authors notes: let me know if I missed anything, and posting since I haven't posted in a while. school is beating my behind.

“Y/N, you’re in the private lounge tonight.” the owner quipped without missing a beat, continuing his stride back towards his office.  You had literally just walked into the building.  You weren’t even changed into your uniform yet, but you knew for sure who was going to be occupying the private lounge.

Your nose wrinkled in distaste as you followed Kenji back towards his office, hot on his tail thinking about how you could get out of servicing the VIP lounge.

“Why? I’ve never serviced the VIP lounge before.”  Kenji stepped into a side office as you spoke, looking up at some of the monitors focused in different areas of the nightclub.

“Don’t you want a promotion?” he asked, not taking his attention away from the CCTV.

You nodded, hesitantly but still pressed on about not wanting to participate.

“Can I like, not service the private lounge tonight?”  You shifted your weight hastily, leaning against the door frame giving Kenji the cutest pout you could muster even jutting out your bottom lip for good measure.

He glanced down at you, rolling his eyes not long after clearly unimpressed.  “Sorry sweetheart, you were requested.”

Now that threw you for a loop, you were utterly confused.  Sighing as if you were exasperated you threw a hand to your hip pouting even more.

“Who requests specific girls for BOTTLE SERVICE?” you asked incredulously.

Kenji waved you off slipping past you in the direction of his office before tossing you a glare over his shoulder.

“Go get dressed please, private lounge opens up in 20 minutes.”

Frowning in contempt you began to tail after him again before you lost him in the corridor.

“Can you please see about getting someone to service who is okay with FUCKING the customers?! Because I AM NOT!”

Kenji stopped again before shooting you another death glare and then disappeared behind the door of his office without saying a word.

You were being dramatic.  Of course, you were being dramatic that was your MO when you didn’t get your way.  The only reason you were hesitant to work the private lounge was because of who was occupying tonight.  You’d heard through the grapevine (some of the other girls), that a few of the Bonten executives would be in the building tonight.

They’d been talking about it all week, about how they were desperate to get in the room because they always tipped well.  Extremely well.  Apparently, there were also free drugs in the mix that ultimately were paid for with your body of sorts.

You weren’t interested, that wasn’t your idea of having fun.  You sulked all the way to the dressing room, nervously putting on the skimpy metallic silver cocktail dress that was the “uniform” for all bottle girls.

It tied around the neck with a low cut back, leaving little to no imagination to anyone looking.  The hem of the dress a cut, designed to give a little flirty edge.  Again, nothing to the imagination, anyone who did look had a full view of the curve of your ass.  Attempting to at least give yourself some modesty, you pulled on a pair of the well-known high-waisted white-UV fishnet stockings that this club was famous for.

It didn’t do anything to cover your bottom, just drew more attention to your assets than not.  Fastening up the silver pumps you were wearing, you went over to the mirror to fix your makeup a bit.  Hair tied up in a high ponytail, baby hairs fixed to perfection.

You were a fox, you looked great just like you normally did.

“I’m doing this for the money, I’ll make tons of money,” you whispered to yourself, chanting the mantra over and over again as you nervously applied your mascara.

The door to the dressing room flew open, and you snapped your attention towards the door as one of your co-workers stepped in wearing the same uniform as you.

“’Come on Y/N, the guys are already inside they’re getting kind of restless I need help,” she complained loudly, coming in to whisk you away by the hand.

You only nodded smiling nervously as the both of you trotted out of the dressing room and down the corridor towards the private rooms.

“Don’t worry chica, they’re always super sweet and you’re gonna make a lot of money.”

You nodded again, steeling your nerves as you both stopped in front of the door.  Wiping the confused grimace off of your face, the co-worker pinched your cheek before flinging the door open.

“You’re so cute.  Just keep their drinks refreshed, keep them entertained, laugh at their jokes blah blah blah.”  with that she nudged you forward, into what you assumed was the lion’s den.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you stepped into the dimly lit room eyes dancing around the environment.  There were three hostesses already in the room hovering around the large oval table that the group sat at.

You sneered inwardly as you watched your “peers” ogling the patrons, one hostess hanging lazily over the shoulder of the blonde-haired man who seemed unphased.  He was paying more attention to his drink, than the fingers that messily dug into his shoulder blades in a half-assed massage.

“Mikey.” she cooed, sickly sweet with her resting her chin on his shoulder.  “Don’t you want to do anything else?”

You picked up bits and pieces of the conversation as you closed the gap on the way to the table, garnering you a few curious looks from the other men who sat at the table.

Someone let out a low whistle as you approached, you couldn’t tell who, dark hair with purple embedded in his hair leaning back against his chair, throwing an arm over the back of it.

“Oh look, the “eye candy” is here,” he smirked briefly another second passed and the look was gone, permanent resting bitch face replacing the previous emotion.

Your lip curled in disgust at the reference, but you replaced it with a sweet smile just as quickly observing the scene unfold Infront of you.  “Eye candy” was a code word used within the ranks of the associates in this club.  It meant exactly what it meant, that you could look but you couldn’t touch or there would probably be some sort of consequence.

Now you were embarrassed, Kenji must have specifically put the word out that you weren’t on par with the other girls who openly participated in the sex, drugs, and whatever else went on in the club.

A pink-haired man, face first down on the table indulging in multiple lines of coke that were laid out neatly against the tabletop.  Sanzu.  You stared blankly as he sat up after inhaling the controlled substance rubbing furiously at his nose, barking out a few expletives followed by his loud laughter.

You were actually in awe, stunned if you will at what you were witnessing.  You didn’t even know what to do with yourself.  There was another hostess sitting in the angry-faced man’s lap, casually stroking his thigh as she whispered something in his ear, but his facial expression never changed.

The heat of a faint blush crept over your face as you walked around the table, intending to at least try to entertain the last guest who had his attention trained on the pink-haired man, still being loud and obnoxious as he smacked a hand on the table.

“Ahh!” he snorted, shooting you a quick gaze before wrapping his arm around the hostess sitting next to him.  “What’s the point of bringing in eye candy if you can’t even get a little taste?” He grinned wide, the scars on his cheeks becoming more prominent within the florescent lighting.

“Ask Ran, he wanted her here.” the man with the long dark hair with trails of purple scoffed, as he craned his head back towards his older brother who was still nursing his drink.

“Shut up Rin, don’t tease the pretty lady.” Ran finally spoke up, placing his drink down on the table before extending a hand out to you, beckoning you to come over.  “Come ‘ere sweetheart.”

Slowly, you reached out until he grabbed your hand as he pulled you towards him smoothly patting his thigh that was covered in a nice pair of grey slacks.  He wanted you to sit on his lap as if it were the only available seat in the house.

You did as he said, sitting and adjusting as his free hand came to rest on the curve of your hip.  Picking up a cigar from the table he placed it in-between his lips before turning his attention to you, bright lavender eyes looking over you as if you were the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.

“Can you give me a light sweetheart?” he asked, the same hand resting at your hip rubbing small circles into the exposed skin from your fishnets.

You nodded absently, pulling out your lighter and sparking it, holding up the flame to light the end of his cigar. You knew who Ran was.  You have serviced him in the club on multiple occasions, you even remember a little harmless flirting more often than not.  Everytime you saw him, as a matter of fact.  He was tall, handsome, and always quick to reciprocate the flirty banter that you two had.  He made it completely clear that he was attracted to you, not even an hour after meeting you.

I want you to sit on my face. He had said, and you just stood there. Gawking, as he gauged your reaction.

But he looked good tonight, clean-cut, in this nice grey suit.  Nothing loud like the other two, the pink-haired man wearing a bright green suit, and the other one in a grey pinstripe.  His lids half-mast as he shot you a lazy smile before pulling the cigar away from his lips to exhale a puff of smoke towards the ceiling.

“Thank you, baby.” he purred low in your ear, his voice dropping an octave that actually caused you to squirm a bit on his lap.  The rasp in his voice sent a chill down your spine, heat beginning to bubble in the pit of your gut.

Rin shot Ran another glare as he moved to stand up, removing the jacket to his suit and draping it over the back of his chair.

“You’re really going to keep her in here, posted on your lap like some kind of fucking bobblehead on the dash?” he sat back down after, shoving the hostess that was next to him out of her seat before scoffing. “Go get me a fucking drink.”

You visibly flinched as she landed on the floor, rolling her eyes as she stood up and pranced away towards the bar mumbling a quick “fine”.  These girls must have been used to the way these guys acted, it was kind of unnerving but at least the “nice” one fancied you in one way or another.

“You know he’s only nice to you because he wants to fuck you,” Rin mumbled raising his eyebrows before forcing out a hoarse chortle.

Ran shrugged blowing out another pillar of smoke, giving Rin a shit-eating grin.

“You sound kind of jealous.”

Rin’s eyes narrowed into slits as he glared back at Ran, his eyes dancing back over to you sitting innocently with wide doe eyes.

“C’mere, eye candy.” his hand patted the expanse of his thigh, a smirk making its way onto his face.  Testing his brother, he wanted to see if he was really as into you as he had proclaimed to be.

Your eyes went from Ran back to Rin at the other side of the table and slowly you began to slip off of Ran’s lap.  His grip around your waist only tightened, and he shook his head in disapproval as he frowned.

“Absolutely not.”  he pointed towards the bar, the hostess that Rin had shoved away now returning with a drink.  “She was pretty interested until you sent her away, play with her.”

Rin sighed in exasperation crossing both arms over his chest as he leaned back hastily in his chair.  He was acting like a child.

“You’re so fucking selfish,” Rin complained, hastily turning back towards the table so that his back was turned the other way.

“She’s eye candy, remember?” Ran smiled cheekily, putting his cigar down in an ashtray standing up to guide you away from the table the other three men were still occupied at.

His hand still rested at the curve of your hip as he guided you towards the bar, slipping into one of the bar stools.

Arching a brow, you looked up at Ran propping an elbow up on the bar top.  Biting your cheek, you curiously inquired about why he specifically asked for you, though you already knew why.  The unspoken sexual tension before you two had been going on for ages.

“Requesting specific girls for your entourage?” you raised both eyebrows leaning towards him to read the expression on his face when he answered.  “Do you have a hidden agenda?”

Ran smiled wide as he returned your gaze, canting his head to the side as if he were choosing his words wisely.

“I don’t do well with being told I can’t have something, you know?” he says, resting an elbow on the bar.  He leaned down towards you, using his index finger to direct your jaw up so you were looking at him.  “I always get what I want.”

The tips of your ears burned red as you tried to pull away from him in embarrassment but he kept you in place with a firm grip on your jaw.

“And what do you... want?” you asked, but you already knew the answer.  That look in his eye, sultry and glazed over even told you that he wanted a piece of you in ways you weren’t willing to give up without good reason.

He only chuckled, grin widening enough so that you were able to see the points of his canines.  You’re not sure what it was, but you suddenly got a little braver shifting up towards him so that your glossed lips brushed up against his earlobe.

“As much as I’d enjoy letting you bend me over the bar top Mr. Ran, I don’t fuck customers.” you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek as you reeled back, giving him your sweetest smile.  Jutting out your bottom lip in a well-practiced pout as you took hold of his hand running an acrylic nail along his open palm.  “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Ran paused briefly, as he stared down at you.  Eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.  He stood upright taking your hand in his larger one before turning to pull you along towards the exit of the private room.

“C’mere.”

Baffled, you allowed him to pull you along behind him struggling to stay in step with his long stride.  You could hear a few complaints from the other men in the room, mainly Rin as the both of you stepped out.

“Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going with the eye candy?!”

Ran was... on a mission if you will.  He pulled you into the women’s restroom, doing a quick sweep to be sure the room was empty before locking the door behind you.

“Ran, Mr. Ran, what are we doing?” Before you could ask anything else, he was on you, quick.  Hands firmly grasping at the curve of your tiny waist, to hoist you up on the marble sink behind you.

You gasped in surprise as he slotted himself between your thighs, his index and thumb firmly gripping your chin as he tilted it upward so you were staring up at him.

“You do know it’s not polite to tease a man like me, right, pretty thing?” he said, the pad of this thumb grazing the plush of your lower lip.

You nodded without thinking, trying to shake your head from side to side in denial but he kept you firm and in place.

“I wasn’t-” his hand moved to cheeks smooshing them causing your lips to pucker as you tried to finish your sentence.  “TEE-SHHING!”

Both of his eyebrows went up in surprise, his lips pursing in disapproval.

“Not teasing, hm?” he squeezed your cheeks harder, waiting for you to answer.

You nodded again as he released your face standing upright.

“Lean back,” he said flatly, his hand finding purchase at the base of your neck when you didn’t immediately comply.

You whimpered under your breath as you did as he said, with the hand around your throat guiding you back so that the back of your head rested against the oversized mirror on top of the sink.

Just as quickly, his hand left your throat with both of his hands gripping the back of your knees pressing your thighs up towards your chest.

All of the remaining air you had in your lungs left you in a rush as he contorted your body unceremoniously into what looked to be a mating press.

Squealing in surprise, you complained apologizing as quickly as you could.

“No, wait Ran! I’m sorry!” you wailed, feeling his large hands gripping the nylon of your white fishnet stockings, strong digits twisting around the thin fabric before tearing it apart at the apex of your thighs.

Another squeal, as your semi-clad bottom met the cool breeze of the air-conditioned bathroom.  You could feel his thick fingers prodding along the cloth of the lace thong you were wearing, thumb callously pushing down on your clit through the flimsy fabric.

A groan of complaint as shockwave of pleasure shot through you. You held your breath in hopes that he would allow you to get up, the way your neck was resting against the mirror was horribly uncomfortable.

“Ran, please!  I’m sorry!” you whined again this time in embarrassment as he pulled the thong resting in-between your ass cheeks before pushing it over to the side to expose the pink of your glossy pussy.

“Oh, look at this.” Ran laughed, using a free hand to spread your lips further apart, the sheen of your arousal smearing along your inner thighs.  “You are literally leaking; you want me to fuck you that bad?”

Your face was now red with embarrassment, tears beginning to brim along your lash line ruining your mascara as you tried to conceal yourself from his probing eyes.

“D-don’t look!” you shielded your eyes in shame, the stinging of an open palm against the back of your thigh snapping your attention back to Ran.

“Don’t get shy on me now, pretty thing.”  swiping the pad of his thumb over his tongue, he trailed the digit in between your pussy lips gliding his finger through the slick that rested there.  “You’re going to take everything I've been trying to give you for the past couple of months.”

Before you could make another move, Ran’s mouth was on you, face buried in the plump lips of your pussy.  That shut you up immediately, breath caught in your throat and thighs quivering around Ran’s ears.

“Oh oh oh!” you gasped, planting both hands on the marble underneath you.  “Oh my god, wait!”

He didn’t wait.  In fact, your pleas only spurred him on more as he slid his tongue along the valley of your sex, the wet muscle swirling around the sensitive bud of your clit before his lips fixed around it with that sweet sweet suction.

Soft whimpers, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and hands burying themselves into Ran’s hair that was slicked back; completely ruining the style. It felt so good, he had you moaning out his name almost incoherently as your endless tears ruined the makeup you had perfected only an hour earlier.

The sounds you were making, your hands in his hair, and your trembling thighs locked around his ears were music to his ears. He had been trying for months to try to get you alone, and finally, his perseverance had paid off.  Taming the brattiness that came along with knowing he wanted to fuck you was one check in the box.

Pulling his mouth off of your clit with a gentle pop, his tongue painted a fat stripe along your folds before delving inside your heat, the tip of his nose nudging your clit. His thumb found its place again on the sensitive nub, pressing firm, quick circles until an insuppressible tremor began to creep up your spine.

You curled in on yourself, thighs tightening around Ran’s ears before your orgasm raced through your spine like rolling thunder. Out of breath and drooling you garbled his name as a slew of your arousal gushed from in-between your legs and down the crack of your ass.  This man had you seeing stars, your own personal light show as he continued to service you throughout your orgasm.

“R-Ran.” you squeaked, startled as your uncomfortable position was again swapped. That ended up with you sitting on the edge of the marble sink. You were a mess, legs still shaking, streaks of mascara staining your cheeks black.

Ran was peering down into your face, one of his hands gripping your jaw firmly as he examined your disoriented state. He leaned down, blowing a puff of hot air into your face ‘causing your nose to scrunch up in annoyance as you blinked away the blinding lights that had started to cloud your vision.

“Jesus Christ pretty thing, are you going to be nice to me now?” he laughed, bringing the sleeve of his suit jacket to wipe at the mix of his spit and your arousal staining his chin.

The only response he got was a slight whimper, as you blinked away the tears that had settled along your lash line, causing your mascara to clump.

Ran lifted your chin up so you’d focus your attention on him, completely.

“Come on girl, use your words.” he chided a satisfied smirk that seemed to be permanently chiseled into his façade.

“Y-yes, I’ll be nice.” you sulked, manicured nails resting around the wrist of the hand attached to your jaw. “I’m sorry.”

“Alright, now we’re getting somewhere.”

Releasing his hold on your face, Ran pulled you from the marble counter an arm around your waist to help you settle upright on your heels before you toppled over.

Sniffling, moreover from exhaustion, you wiped at your face making more of a mess of the dripping mascara.

“Ran.” you turned towards the mirror horrified at how you had destroyed your makeup with your tears. “I can’t go back out there like this.”

Your fishnets were torn to shreds, a gaping hole exposing the thong that had been stretched thin almost torn in half from the brute force of Ran’s earlier tactics.

Ran stood behind you, taking his sweet time in removing the jacket that matched his suit not really paying you any mind. He placed it over your shoulders, snaking an arm around your waist, index and thumb gripping your jaw again firmly.

“Don’t worry about that right now, we’ll figure something out,” he said as he rested his chin on your shoulder, gazing at your reflection in the mirror as if he were admiring a brilliant work of art that he created.

He barked out a laugh as he squished your cheeks together forcing you to stare into the mirror.

“Look how beautiful you look, ruined your makeup with just a little head. You’re soft.” he continued to laugh at you as he let go of your face, hands falling to rest at the curve of your hips. “Now don’t go teasing me again, or next time I’ll give you more than just a little head.”

Crossing both arms over your chest, you frowned in defeat. Simply nodding in agreement.

“Don’t be a brat next time."