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catfuyus · 1 month ago

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FROST ME, BABY | 12 DAYS OF XMAS - UNCUT EDITION

NOTE: based on the 12 days of christmas selfship event going on ! This is an extended version of day 3 and still largely selfship coded! DNI if selfshipping makes you uncomfy, mdni divider by @/cafekitsune PAIRING: manjiro sano x reader WARNING: food play, established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, cervix fucking, smut no plot, this post contains adult content so minors dni !

“What’re we gonna do with all this leftover frosting?” you giggle as you scoop another mouthful with the tip of your finger. It’s still warm from the pan, even after you both devoured more than a healthy serving of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

“I have a few ideas,” mikey smirks across from you, pulling you by your hips until your back’s against the counter, right next to the dessert tray. you watch him scoop a bit of frosting up with his finger, and gasp as he smears it on your neck.

“What’re you—” and then his hot mouth is on your pulse, sucking the sugar and frosting and replacing your complaints with a sudden gasp. your hands are in his hair, tugging his mouth towards you, but his lips stop just a breath away from yours.

his head turns, lips curling up into a smile, and you don’t need to see what he’s doing to know what he’s doing. he brings two fingers full of frosting back up to your lips. you open your mouth obediently and suck the frosting off his digits, soaking them with your tongue. mikey pulls them out of your mouth before the frosting is done and replaces his fingers with his heated kiss. his tongue pushing past your lips and stealing the sugar from your mouth. you can still taste the cinnamon and dough as he nibbles on your lower lip.

“Let’s take this tray to the bedroom, yeah?”

there are two towels laid out on the bed. one to keep your mess from spreading out on the bedsheets, the other to set the tray on. it’s all just one giant mess waiting to happen. even as you sit naked on the towel, reminding him not to fuck outside the lines, you can’t help the giggle that escapes from your chest as you dip your fingers back into the frosting.

“we should just fuck on the floor” is his last coherent thought before he smears white, sticky frosting across your breast.

“wait, you’re making a mess,” you giggle as you spread some sugar just below his navel. mikey’s making quick work of the frosting, glazing you much like the real cinnamon rolls from earlier. his hands are sticky where he touches you, and you kiss and lick at his shoulders, his fingers as they move across your face.

at this point you’re just groping at each other, your hips grinding into each other. you lick at the tattoo on his shoulder before mikey takes your nipple into his mouth. sucking and swirling his tongue around the peak, the pink muscle dancing across your skin and onto the other breast. “you’re so sweet, baby” he bites you roughly, and you have to remind him you’re not a real dessert.

his sticky fingers find your clit, and you know you should protest just a bit, but all sense is driven out of your mind as he rubs that soft sugar around your sensitive lips. you don’t know if anyone’s ever cum from having frosting rubbed on them before, but mikey knows how your body works, and his skillful touch applies just the right amount of pressure to hitch your breath in your throat and have your muscles clenching on empty sugar.

your juices are melting the frosting, and mikey finally dips one sweet, delicious finger into your aching core. he moans as he pumps it in and out of you. his fingers are longer, thicker than yours but it’s not enough, not even as you squeeze at his finger with a vice.

two more pumps of his finger and his lips find yours, kissing you passionately before he slips another finger in at the same time as his tongue. you moan as you let him get you off with his sticky hands, body clenching in his pleasure. your own hands grope at his shoulders, arms, his muscular body, getting tacky and stuck with each squeeze of joy. you giggle as you break the kiss for air, fumbling blindly for the tray of frosting before bringing some more to his lips. he sucks your fingers into his mouth, fucks you harder with his hands and you keel, squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden intensity.

and when the pressure builds, he pulls his hand away. kissing the side of your head tenderly, one last peck to your lips to share the sweetness of his mouth, and then he’s readjusting to sit up.

you lay on your back as your sweet boyfriend kisses your tummy, sticky with sugar, and licks at your navel. he trails kisses and bites down your body until your thighs are spread around him, licking and nipping at the inside of your thigh. “I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are.”

it’s probably something he’s said hundreds of times, but your new added flavor has you blushing with embarrassment. “wait…” you breathe out, not sure what you’re begging for.

mikey doesn’t wait. mikey doesn’t wait for anything, not when it comes to desserts or motorcycles or fist fighting but especially not when it comes to you. he devours you every chance he gets, with an open mouth and hot tongue, pressing right up against your drooling pussy. your toes curl as he sucks at your clit, tongue darting between your folds and messily slurping at the mess of juices your body and his frosting have created.

you always get embarrassed receiving head, but your body has a mind of its own as your hips grind up against his mouth. I’ll apologize later you try to promise yourself as your hands find mikey’s dark hair, fingers lost in his tresses and you press his face deeper into your pussy.

he lets out a deep moan, getting off on your debauched pleasure, pushing his two thick fingers into your soaking cunt with a sudden force. you can’t hold back the cries as you moan into your shared apartment while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, your voice filling the room as you grind and squeeze against mikey’s torment. It feels so good. It feels so good. your voice is becoming a whimper, begging, pleading with mikey to just fuck me, fuck me harder.

when he curls his fingers against your aching sweet spot you squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see stars. that delicious pleasure spreads across your spine, goosebumps springing to life on your skin as your orgasm spreads through you, soaking you in a shaking after bliss.

it’s a lot quieter now that you’ve stopped begging, your ragged breaths filling the space of the apartment. mikey kisses your thighs tenderly, pecking your skin with sweet kisses even as he smiles devilishly. “think I’m gonna make you squirt today.”

“no!” you shoot up, mikey meets your gaze with hazy eyes, pinning you back against the bed in a soft kiss, his hand gently around your throat. “you know—“ kiss “I don’t like—“ kiss “squirting, baby” kiss. he slips his tongue into your mouth and you taste a mix of your cum and frosting, a surprisingly delicious combination. you kiss sloppy, and feel him grinding his cock against your sensitive entrance.

“anything but that, baby, please, we’re already so messy…” your hips rock against his as you plead, the grinding building you up again. you try to angle your hips so that the tip of his cock catches at your entrance, but he teases you by letting it slip away and back up against your clit.

mikey chuckles darkly before hovering his face over you, “I want to absolutely wreck you.”

a wave of pleasure crashes up against you, it has you opening your legs wider for him, settling against the bedsheets more pliantly for him, every pore of your body is aching for him, and all you can do is stare into his dark eyes and hope he devours you whole.

mikey tenderly kisses the side of your temple. kisses your cheek. kisses the tip of your nose. he plants little, soft kisses all over your face before he leans his forehead against yours and squeezes his eyes shut, “I love you.”

it’s a slow, languorous push of his cock into your aching heat, your mouth falling open as he finally fills you with his length. every thought you’ve ever had dissolves like sugar on his tongue as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your cunt.

he breathes heavy into your throat, sucking deep red welts onto the surface of your skin. every bite, every lick submerging you further and further into the heavy bliss of your joined bodies. you moan his name. you moan his name again, wrapping your legs around his waist, begging for the intensity to increase.

he doesn’t waste a second, picking up on the queues of your body before he thrusts back into your cunt. hard, rough, his hips begin slapping against yours hard, fucking you until the whole bed rocks and the tray of frosting clatters to the floor.

“more, harder,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him fuck you for all he’s worth. hips slamming against your pelvis, cock head bullying your cervix over and over until you’re whimpering and squeezing him between your thighs. “mikey—“ between gasps, “mikey,” just his name over and over as he leaves love bites all over your neck.

mikey groans as he picks up his own pace, the thrill of chasing his pleasure right at his spine, “my baby,” he calls after you, grunting between thrusts, “all mine, all mine. cunt’s so sweet baby, ugh—”

“m all yours baby,” you whisper back to him, trapping his face between your hands so you can look deep into his black eyes, “love you so much,” you relax your cunt to take him deeper, let him fuck right up against your cervix, as deep as it’ll go. you bite your lip, furrow your eyebrows as you feel it push and fill you up with his length, your body suddenly shaking with the intensity of it all as your eyelashes flutter between shut and open “love you so much—“

you watch his pupils dilate as he breaks, cheeks flush from the effort of his orgasm rocking through him. his hips thrust at an erratic pace, eyebrows creasing his perfect face as he never looks away from yours. your eyes going hazy as the pleasure explodes in your bellies, the slow roll and strength of your orgasm suddenly bringing tears to your eyes. he moans into your mouth, holding your face delicately while grinding his hips flat against yours, not separating for a moment to trap your mix inside.

he brushes his nose against yours with a smile as you catch your breath.

“you’re soooo lucky I’m soooo good to you,” he jokes, and the giggle bursts free from your chest like bubbles to the surface.

“yea i really didn’t wanna squirt today, I can’t believe you would threaten me like that” you jokingly put your hand to your forehead for dramatic effect.

mikey kisses your cheek, and then kisses you again at your neck. “I really wanted to do it though.”

“yea, not with all the frosting around—! the frosting!” you try to turn your head to see where the tray landed, but mikey doesn’t let up from where he’s trapped you under him. at most, you can move your head.

mikey laughs as he gets comfy on top of you, dragging a pillow over your shoulder so he can rest his head and fully rest his body on top of yours. “we’ll probably have ants by tomorrow.”

you gasp. “Mikey! No ! Get off of me, we need to clean up!” And even as you panic and half heartedly try to push him off, you can’t help but smile and laugh, bribing him into letting you up with the promise of a shared shower and some more fun tomorrow ♡

day four, mornings in the bedroom with mikey .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

#I haven’t written in so long and forgot how to end things !!#well whatever this is selfship coded and I had fun thinking about it <33 #manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro smut #mikey smut #tokrev fanfic #tokyo revengers fanfic #tr fanfic #sanjiro ♥︎

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the-rebellious-gege · 5 months ago

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I just wanted to share these lovely commissions for my angels & demons fic. They’re done by xoidiy over on Instagram. Seeing them come to life is so exciting!

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laceymorganwrites · 9 months ago

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Pegging Tokyo Revengers men - part 1

A/N: Tell me which characters to do next^^

Fem!Reader

Taiju:

suggests it but is embarrassed

listen, his friends had to convince him to finally ask you

he´s been curious about anaorgasms for so long now but was scared of being judged for a long time

his friends are super open about their own lives in the bedroom and ever since then he wanted to try it too

super relieved when you agree to it

baby boy really thought you were gonna call him weird for his desires

he´s really nervous about it once you´re actually getting the stuff ready

does too much research beforehand and just looks at it from a completely theoretical standpoint which makes him even more anxious

you pick him up from work and immediately get to the bedroom, slowly undressing him, feeling him up, making him feel so wanted

he´s relieved when you calm him down like this, getting him to focus only on you

he´s so sensitive from just foreplay alone but you take your time with it, making sure he´s ready

the dildo you prepared isn´t as big as his own cock, just the right size to start with, you let him lube it up himself for some control

you sit on the edge of bed, right in front of the mirror he loves to use so much, it´s fun to switch roles, now you´re the one showing him how hot he looks

you help him in taking it all in nice and slow, him sitting on top of you, legs spread and your hand on his stomach possessively, cradling him like a good boy

he´s so overwhelmed by the whole situation and all these new feelings, he didn´t know he could feel any more pleasure with you but you always knew how to surprise him

he grips onto the sheets as you hold his head, making him look at all the cute expressions he makes, fucking up into him slowly but deeply, making him actually moan for once

when he´s close you let him touch yourself, your own hand over his, getting him to finish together

such a baby at aftercare, he´s usually not that cuddly or needy but you´re not complaining

you´ve never seen him so blissfully fucked out, it´s adorable really

Mucho:

already has multiple toys prepared

this is nothing new for you two

you two have been dating since you were teenagers so you know each other in and out, you´ve done about everything in the book

you went through every awkward phase together, you know each other better than anyone else in the world, probably because you´ve seen each other at your worst and best, have been there for each other for every step of the way, for every mistake, for every success

for every awkward sexual encounter because things didn´t work out as you thought or just simply weren´t it for you two

it started out that way with pegging as well

you tried it relatively early in your relationship when you were still horny teenagers who didn´t do much else but fuck

needless to say you didn´t do any research, just watched some porn together and tried it immediately after it

you were too hasty with it and he was too impatient, in the end it ended up hurting more and you just stopped there and didn´t try it again for a few years after that

it´s his birthday when you decide to surprise him with it, you know that he still wants to try it but both of you were too embarrassed and honestly too stubborn to actually bring it up

you most of all because you pride just got in the way, you were so young back then and thought you knew everything

now that you were older and more mature you could finally use your pride for good things, researching on your own and buying a bunch of toys, maybe a few too many for the start but you had a hunch you´d need them eventually

Mucho loves being spoiled on his birthday so he´s already looking forward to it, expecting a rougher session, the ones he likes the most, where you completely wreck him

but he didn´t expect it to start out so slow, he liked the presents you got him but said he wanted to wait a bit before trying out the bigger things

but he did agree to letting you finger him, a great success for you

you have him on his fours, his favorite position after he found out just how much he enjoyed getting spanked

you start circling his hole, gently probing it and preparing him gently

once he´s loosened up a bit you start using a finger vibrator you´ve bought him

it´s been a while since you´ve seen him so relaxed, your sex life never is boring but sometimes you can get a bit self conscious so you´re happy he likes it

you´re edging him, making him whine for you, grinding against the sheets but you don´t let him cum, not until he´s crying from overstimulation

needless to say you two are too impatient to stop there and end up using all of the toys you bought, Mucho can´t move the next day but it´s worth it because he never felt that good

South:

brat

he is obnoxious and so so overconfident, it´s just annoying

your relationship is weird enough as it is, you don´t even remember when and how it started

South and you kind of always were in each other´s lives, and he was always annoying you

he´s always had a crush on you and those feelings didn´t change over time, the second he saw you he asked you out

after rejection after rejection he bothered you so much that you said yes to one date

said date was awful, he took you to a restaurant that was too fancy to enjoy and didn´t know what else to do after that so he just called you a taxi and called it a night

he thinks his reputation, looks and strength will get him anywhere because that´s how it´s always been

that´s why it irritates him so much that you don´t like him

one day he just shows up at your door and asks you to tell him your life story, saying he can´t get you out of his head, that he realized he genuinely wants to know you

you spend the whole night talking and watching stupid movies he enjoys (70s martial arts movies from all countries)

that´s when you finally figure him out, yeah he´s an adrenaline junkie but he´s also just a big puppy who gets excited over everything, it´s kind of cute

you start casually dating after that, it´s more like deepening your friendship but with making out

sex doesn´t come until way later but you don´t mind

South has opened up to you about his issues with his confidence, performance anxiety and most of all he trusted you enough to tell you about his biggest insecurity, his small dick (will do a seperate hc post for that)

you´re the first person he ever trusted on such a level, on a level where he could be intimate without feeling and thinking too much, without the fear and the shame

because he´s not the most sexually active person out there it´s very awkward at first, he´s just not good at sex but his pride won´t let himself admit that

you´re the first woman that doesn´t laugh at him and that doesn´t leave halfway through

you´re so patient with him even though he´s so stubborn

you always guide him when having sex and even though he hates the aspect of losing control he´s okay with it after realizing what sort of expressions and sounds he could make you make if he does exactly what you tell him to

in a way you´re at fault for making him even more confident

you don´t mind at first but it gets obnoxious when he starts boasting about his skills when you haven´t even done that much yet

the worst thing is that he can´t eat pussy to save his life, it´s infuriating you

one day you just have enough and tell him you could do a better job eating him out than he you

he just laughs at you because he doesn´t believe that he´ll even feel anything, he never thought about trying anything anal related, thinking it´ll just hurt

but he does let you try, just because he thinks you´ll fail anyway and that way he won´t have to eat you out anymore (he thinks it´s a drag because his tongue gets tired and you don´t give him any reactions so he knows he´s not doing a good job and that kind of crushes him but yeah he doesn´t talk about that because that would mean admitting he´s not the perfect specimen)

he´s so squirmish and embarrassed when he´s laying down and you´re between his legs, he tries to cross them the whole time but you pull them apart and keep them in place over your shoulders

you keep eye contact the whole time you´re kissing along his inner thighs, gently nibbing and licking, praying he´s taking mental notes

he hates to admit it but South loves seeing that intense stare of yours

blushes so hard when he feels your tongue, tries to cover his face and after considering it you let him because you know how hard this is for him already

he closes his eyes and just focuses on your tongue, on what you´re doing, how you´re moving and he fucking whines

he had no idea something so simple could be so enjoyable, no wonder you crave it so much

from now on he wants to try his best to be a better lover for you

definitely more submissive now, not as much of a slut as Mucho but he does have his moods

loves preparing himself for you, he has a big collection of plugs now, gets off on you using a strap bigger than his cock

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monochromaticbeans · 1 month ago

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I've never written an "x reader" before, so at my daughter's suggestion, I decided to give it a whirl. Here's a short bit of fluff featuring our Kazutora. 🧡🐯

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The clinic was actually quiet for once, the sound of the air conditioning broken only by the occasional rustle of papers or a bark from one of the back kennels. You had just finished up with a particularly wiggly Dachshund when the front door chimed, announcing your next visitor.

And there he was: Kazutora Hanemiya, standing awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a battered cat carrier as if it might explode.

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat, glancing down at the carrier and then back at you. “Found another one.”

Of course he did.

Kazutora had become a semi-regular at the clinic over the past few months. His name was already written on your unofficial “stray savior” bingo card, right next to the likes of old Mrs. Tanaka, who brought in her tiny army of feral cats, and the delivery man who always spotted injured pigeons.

You smiled as you gestured for him to come in. “Let’s see what we’ve got this time.”

Kazutora set the carrier on the exam table with the sort of care usually reserved for handling priceless artifacts or sleeping dragons. The cat inside responded with a low growl—definutely not the happiest of campers.

As you coaxed the tabby out of the carrier, Kazutora leaned back against the counter, folding his arms. He still looked a bit out of place here, his bell earring and tattoo clashing with the clinic’s sterile walls and the staff’s pastel scrubs.

“Have you been working at the pet shop long?” you asked, glancing at him as you gently restrained the cat.

“A few months,” he replied. “Mostly stocking shelves and cleaning up after the animals. Not exactly glamorous, but it’s… nice.”

You nodded, carefully examining the tabby’s coat. “Bet you’re good at it, though. I’ve seen how patient you are with these guys.”

Kazutora shrugged, looking down at his boots. “It’s not hard. Animals don’t ask for much, you know? Just food, care… a little kindness.” His voice softened. “It’s easier than dealing with people.”

You paused, meeting his gaze. “People aren’t all bad, Kazutora. You just have to find the right ones.”

He didn’t reply, but there was a flicker of hesitation and something—hope, maybe—in his eyes.

Once the tabby was settled, you pulled a flyer from the stack by the desk and handed it to him.

“We’ve got a feral and stray cat program,” you explained. “It’s a trap-neuter-return initiative. Helps control the population and keeps the kitties healthier. You should mention it to the pet shop—maybe they can partner with us.”

Kazutora studied the flyer, his brow furrowing. “You think it’ll help?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you said. “Programs like this make a huge difference. Plus, it’d give you guys more resources for the cats you take in. Win-win.”

He nodded slowly, tucking the flyer into his pocket. “I’ll talk to them about it. They're pretty cool about stuff like this.”

Kazutora stepped closer as you took the cat's vitals, watching intently as you checked her eyes, ears, and teeth.

“She’s pretty thin,” you murmured. “Have you been feeding her long?”

“A couple weeks,” he said. “She wouldn’t come near me at first, but… I don’t know. Guess she figured I wasn’t gonna hurt her.”

“That’s a big deal,” you said, glancing at him. “Earning a stray’s trust isn’t always easy.”

He shrugged again, but you caught the faintest hint of pride in his expression.

As you moved to check the cat’s paws, she squirmed, letting out a sharp yowl. Kazutora instinctively reached out to steady her but stopped halfway, looking uncertain.

“Here,” you said, guiding his hands. “Hold her like this—gentle but firm. Don’t let her feel like she’s trapped.”

He followed your instructions, his movements awkward but careful. The cat let out another half-hearted growl but settled in his grasp.

“You’re a natural,” you teased, offering a soft little smile.

“Yeah, right,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

By the time the cat was back in her carrier, Kazutora was leaning against the counter again, watching as you typed notes into her medical chart.

“You’re good at this,” he said suddenly.

“At what?”

“Everything,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “The animals… talking to people… making them feel safe. It’s cool.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment. “Thanks. You’re pretty good at it yourself, you know.”

Kazutora frowned slightly, as if the idea didn’t quite sit well. “I just… don’t want them to feel alone.”

You glanced up, meeting his gaze. “They don’t. Not when they’re with you.”

For a moment, the room felt still, his unspoken thoughts hanging in the air. Then he cleared his throat, looking away.

As he gathered his things, you handed him a bag of food samples and the tabby’s aftercare instructions.

“Take care of her,” you said with a smile.

“I will.”

“And don’t forget about the stray cat program,” you added. “I’m serious—it’ll really help.”

Kazutora nodded, his hand patting the flyer in the pocket of his jacket. Then he hesitated, his hand lingering on the door.

“If… if I ever need help with this stuff,” he said quietly, “can I call you?”

You grinned, pulling a business card from the desk and scribbling your personal phone number on the back before slipping it into his hand. “Anytime.”

Kazutora stared at the card for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded, a small, genuine smile breaking through his usual guarded demeanor.

“Thanks,” he said, a flicker of warmth in his golden eyes. “See you around.”

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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A/N ::: Love is in the air! (If you're into that kind of stuff!) I just wanted to write a little thing about Draken being cute and kinda shy.

C/W ::: None, just fluff and shoes on a made bed (hey, that shit stresses me out fr!).

"I don't know what to tell you. You're the one who came here." Draken was clearly getting annoyed with your abundance of energy today. But you were bored. And for some reason, you were holding him completely responsible for entertaining you.

"Yeah, I know I came to you. But you also invited me over. I believe your exact words were 'If you're bored, you can come over'. I was. I am. And now ... you're going to make me ... not bored. Ok?" You plopped down next to him on his bed and stretched out.

"Get … your shoes off of my bed, please." He said. Draken was clean. Almost to a fault. But you couldn't imagine being bored with anyone else. Mikey was always doing stuff. Takemichi was always talking about his feelings. It was nice to be with Draken. He was quiet usually. Unless he just had something he had to say. But more often than not he was the one you liked to hang out with.

"Make me." You drag your feet up onto his bed, making the soles of your shoes wrinkle up the covers.

"S- goddamn it. Knock that ... off ... stop it! You aware of what you walk in everyday? There's some really disgusting shit out there, y/n!" He sat up and tried to push your legs off so they would hang over the edge, but you'd planted your heels in deep and they weren't going to budge. "I swear to fucking god, y/n. I'm gonna - HA!"

"Missed me, missed me! Now ya gotta ki-" you stopped chanting the stupid kids rhyme when he rolled over and ended up hovering over your body, face to face with you. The tension in the air grew like a bomb detonating in a small room. You stopped squirming under him and your smile faded when you realized how serious he'd gotten. "Now you ... gotta kiss me."

His jaw clenched a couple of times and his attention fluttered back and forth between your eyes and your parted lips. He adjusted himself so his arms were on either side of your head and he just stared at you. For the longest time. It was like you were seeing each other for the first time in a new light.

Friends, sure. But now there was a new element to this compound. And you wanted so badly for him to mix everything up within you, that you repeated yourself.

"Draken, n-now you gotta ... you gotta kiss ... me."

"Oh." He said quietly and closed his eyes, dipping down and pressing his lips against yours.

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r1mmvhub · 7 days ago

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✄ feeding

tw: +18, au, an unpleasant description, dark, fat kink, forced feeding, ed character: ran haitani/reader summary: you are loved for who you are. ran's don't mind for you.

«enchantéééé moi c'est yougataga alias latifi pour les gradés Ils m'ont pété mais bon j'la sentait y'a que les hèsses qui reste au... attend écoutez» ⤷ igorrr ( grosse barbe )

art by omanjumaturi1

— it's all for you!

there was a plate of disgusting food on the tray: broth with mixed octopus ink and floating, vomited pieces of ham (but you wouldn't guess it until he told you at the moment of the meal), turkish seasonings settled at the very bottom, supposedly obliging to add piquancy and a vibrant flavor. and it smelled of urine.

who would have thought that such a cute guy would turn into a nightmare for an afternoon snack. existing — is from the word exist, in the worst and most pejorative sense that you can imagine. that's how you feel right now, isn't it?

you're tied to a chair. the rope rubbed scaldingly against her plump loins and hands, soaked up sweat under her breasts, and coiled around her like a snake coming out of a toilet bowl. she's afraid too, she doesn't understand what's going on either. just like you, right?

— you could say thank you.

«is he offended?» — you think, how many times are you surprised by the changeability in the mood of this young man.

— thank you, — the voice trembled treacherously.

the spoon clinks against the bottom of the cup. scooping up some unusual soup, ran forcibly shoves it into your mouth.

— honey, you need to get better, — he pokes his finger painfully in the side, curving his fingernail around the juicy curves of his body, swollen with fat. — very thin!

the taste is impossible to describe. the body refuses to take it as food and immediately triggers a gag reflex. only a few droplets seeped down your throat, burning the tender muscles burning from your boyfriend's daily brew. the spoon is still in his mouth and the brunette quickly presses his palm to your lips so that you don't spill the food so that you don't have to clean up again.

it was visible how the gray something was pouring through the cracks of the wound's fingers, how disgustingly and so obviously the pieces of meat and grass tickled the chin. yesterday's dinner, — which was eaten in the same way, — floats out of the gastrointestinal tract before it can be digested.

dislike causes tears and snot, which also mix with everything. haitani sighs, wipes this sickening mix off your face with her hand, smearing it dirty.

— what am i supposed to do with you?

　the inner pain and resentment of this world, the injustice, the invisibility of what is happening in this life. but with your appearance in his life — everything became different. the world acquired more colors, and the young man himself felt power. the power of a self-proclaimed king sitting on a fictional throne made of your vomited guts. gastric juice is oozing out of them, saliva mixed with blood. you've been lying exhausted in a corner for a long time, snuggled up against the wall, not making any movements, because even the smallest thing causes fatigue. you don't want to run out of steam, do you?

　and ran loves you just the way you are.

　the penis is pushed between the breasts. you're steaming, you smell like urine and sweat, dirt has accumulated under your buttocks, which has settled deep into the folds, and you're disgusted with yourself.

　but they adore you like this. they only see it like this.

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lapis-caeli · 1 month ago

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His Black Eyes

After a horrible date, Mochizuki Kanji decides to stop and buy taiyaki on his way home, unaware that he would meet someone who would become so important in his life that they would determine his very future.

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Part 1 of "To Come Out Alive" a series about a couple I think no one else ships.

Part 1 here

Writing Credits: Mars 💚

#anime #manga #game #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokrev fanfic #mikey x mochi #kanji mochizuki #sano mikey manjiro #rare pairing #rarepair

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4kominato · 2 years ago

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Part II: Let Me Love You

[[ Part I ]]

A/N: hi friends! im back with a little surprise hehe 😬 i really wanted to do a continuation of this one since yknowww kazutora is my fav and im a hopeless romantic... i just couldnt leave it as a one night stand 🤧

@yukihime-mikeys-girl if youre still around!! 🫰🏻

Pairing: Hanemiya Kazutora x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff(ish towards the end), Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

[[ WARNING ]] contains Tokyo Revengers season 1 spoilers

Word Count: 4.3k

The bell on the front door jingled as you pulled it open, allowing yourself into the familiar pet shop run by none other than your bestie, Chifuyu, who rudely failed to greet you upon your entry.

“Not gonna say ‘hi’ or anything?” you snapped as you walked up to the register where Chifuyu was tidying up and preparing to close the shop.

“Hi,” he responded sarcastically to your snarky comment, not even glancing up at you as he continued on with what he was doing.

“Brat,” you jeered before moving on, “Where’s Tora?”

“Beats me.”

“Damn, are you salty today or what?” you remarked with a scoff. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… so annoying. Why is it him? He didn’t do anything special, but the girls are always swooning over him… What about me?” he pouted with a slight tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and tips of his ears.

“What girls are you even talking about? Me?”

“And literally all the cute female customers…”

“Aw, Chifuyu. You’re cute too, just a bit soft is all,” you teased, poking his cheek to which he smacked your hand away. “It’s not like I’m dating Kazutora anyways. You don’t need to make a big deal out of it.”

“Yeah, but… at least he’s getting some…”

“Hm, but you’ve always struck me as a more of a relationship kind of guy. If you really want, I’m sure I can find a friend who’d be down to hook up with you.”

“That’s cheating if you set me up...”

“Fine. Have it your way. But seriously, where’s Tora? My dick appointment is late.”

“Ugh,” Chifuyu huffed with a disgruntled groan before making his way to the back of the shop where the staff room was. “Kazutora, your fuck buddy is here!” he yelled almost too loudly considering the shop was still open… At least there weren’t any customers.

“Geez! Why are you yelling something like that?!” Kazutora replied, obviously flustered when the two of them emerged from the back.

“You should be grateful you have a fuck buddy y’know,” Chifuyu snapped back.

“I never said I wasn’t?” He shook his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked up to you, “What’s up with him today?”

“I think he’s on his man-period. While you were in the back, he was bitching to me about not getting any. Maybe we should invite him for a threesome next time,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, no…” Kazutora grimaced at the idea and quickly urged you out of the shop. “Kay bye, Chifuyu! See you tomorrow,” he waved as the two of you walked briskly to your car and hopped in. “I think… he might be jealous of me actually. He was talking to me earlier about how he’s had a crush on you ever since he met you. Did you know?”

“Yeah,” you answered without further elaboration, focusing rather on starting the car and heading over to Kazutora’s apartment.

“And…?” he prodded, unsatisfied with your answer.

“And… he’s not my type…” you admitted with a shrug. “That’s why we’re just friends.”

“Oh…” was all he managed to say, leaving the rest of the car ride silent. He didn’t really know what he was expecting you to say, but he expected a little more than that. It made him think more about how you’d approached him at the New Year’s party a few months before. You were pretty aggressive in your advances with him so does that mean… he’s your type?

Once you’d parked the car, the silence continued as the two of you made your way up to Kazutora’s unit, though, the lack of conversation didn't really bother you since your only goal at the moment was getting some dick. The moment Kazutora opened the door, you wasted no time swiftly guiding him over to the couch where you straddled his lap. Your arms encircled his neck, and without hesitation, you crashed your lips against his, smoothly sliding your tongue into his mouth. Although he was reciprocating physically with his hands running up and down your thighs, and his lips and tongue moving in sync with yours, mentally, you sensed he wasn’t fully into it given his efforts were ever so subtly lacking compared to your usual sessions.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly as you sharply pulled away from him.

“U-uh… Yeah, I’m fine,” Kazutora replied nervously, cupping your cheek in his hand and trying to pull you back into a kiss, but you resisted.

“Don’t lie… I can tell you’re not fully into it and you've been all weird since the car ride.”

He let out a defeated sigh, knowing he’d been found out and there’s no way you’d be letting him off the hook now, so reluctantly, he answered.

“It’s just… you mentioned earlier that Chifuyu isn’t your type… but you seemed so determined to talk to me at the party. So I was just thinking…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence out of embarrassment.

“That you’re my type?” you suggested.

“Uh… well…” he chuckled nervously, a tinge of pink tinting his cheeks and ears as his eyes fell to the floor. “Yeah…”

“Well, duh,” you scoffed, “I thought that was the first thing I expressed to you that night at the party.”

“Yeah, but… why? I just can’t understand…” he vented quietly, “Chifuyu is so much better than me… And if not him, there are so many other cool guys in Toman too, so… why me?”

“Well, if you’re going down that road…” you started, pausing for a moment before elaborating. “There is someone else in Toman I used to like. We met in high school and we used to hang out all the time. I’d always help him study, and then we’d go get taiyaki after… and sometimes if I was lucky, he’d take me for night rides on his bike…”

“Mikey…” Kazutora muttered under his breath, remembering how you’d told him Mikey was your high school classmate when you had introduced yourself.

“Yep,” you answered with a half hearted smile, “He introduced me to some of the Toman guys, mostly the captains and vice captains. That’s how I got to be friends with Chifuyu.”

“So what happened with Mikey?” he inquired further.

“He rejected me,” you answered bluntly. “That was hm… I don’t know, maybe a little less than a year before that party. It took a few months or so for me to get back on my feet because that rejection really hurt. And then after that, I went through a ‘hoe phase…’ I did actually consider sleeping with Chifuyu during that time but… I'd figured out he had feelings for me so, y'know, didn’t wanna lead him on and hurt the poor guy. It wasn’t until a month-ish before the party that I fully recovered from the heartbreak… and then I met you.”

“But we’re only hooking up… if you’re looking for something serious then why not go for Chifuyu? You said you’re over Mikey now, aren't you?”

“I get where you’re going with this, but I really don’t think I’m meant to be with Chifuyu,” you insisted, brows furrowing in frustration. “Call me dumb if you want. I don’t give a shit, but to me, it feels like fate brought us together, whether we're exclusive or not. I just don’t think it was a crazy coincidence that you walked into my life the very moment I was ready to move on.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I think you’re gravely mistaken,” Kazutora scoffed almost passive aggressively, “Are you forgetting I rejected your relationship proposal? We won’t be anything more than fuck buddies if I don’t allow it. I’m telling you now, if a relationship is what you’re looking for, then Chifuyu’s your guy, not me. Trust me, he’s better for you.”

“Why do you keep saying things like that? You can’t decide who’s better or worse for me. I’ll decide that for myself!”

“Kinda hard for you to judge that when you don’t even know shit about me,” he sassed, making your blood boil.

“Then why don’t you tell me more about yourself, dammit!” you lashed out now on the verge of tears as you furiously clenched the collar of his shirt, “I want to know more about you, but you won’t tell me a damn thing! How the hell would you know how I’ll feel when you tell me everything? You’re just making assumptions and putting your own words in my fucking mouth!”

“You don’t get it because you don’t know!” he snapped back, “Anyone in their right state of mind would hate me if they knew.”

“Well maybe I’m fucking insane then! No matter what excuses you come up with, you still can’t decide for me how I feel about you! After all this time, I–I’ve grown to love you so much, Kazutora, you don’t even understand…” Your voice trailed off into a fit of sobs as you finally released his shirt, your arms falling limp while your head fell forward onto his shoulder.

As much as he wanted to comfort you, he couldn’t. Not knowing he was hiding such a dark secret from you. How could he bear to touch and hold someone as precious as you in his filthy, bloodied hands? He wanted to be selfish and keep you for himself while running away from the shadow that loomed over him. He thought that maybe if he just kept running with his eyes closed and never looked back, then it’d go away… maybe. But at the same time, another part of him knew it was never going away and his ignorance of the subject was unfair to you and would only hurt you in the end; if anyone deserved to know, it was you, whether he liked the outcome or not.

“Thank you… for loving me, but falling for me was a huge mistake…” he replied dully, his aura becoming suddenly cold and lifeless. “The person who killed Baji and Shinichiro… was me.”

Amidst your little sobs and sniffles, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock at what you’d just heard. It resurfaced a memory of a conversation you’d had with Mikey way back when, during one of your night bike rides with him:

“Y’know the guy I mentioned who killed Shinichiro? The same guy killed Baji too. I’ve forgiven him in my head, but in my heart… it’s still hard for me to accept. It’s not like forgiveness can bring either of them back, y’know?”

It was Kazutora, you thought to yourself as you sat still, cries finally ceasing though tears continued to fall. There was no ill intent in your reaction, but for Kazutora, the silence was so piercing that he just couldn’t bare it.

“See, I told you,” he retorted, carefully untangling himself from you in preparation for his escape. “No one would love a murderer. Just leave.”

The moment he stood up from the couch and started storming off to his bedroom, your body moved on its own, shooting up in an instant to chase after him, and thankfully you caught him in the doorway just before he could lock himself in.

“Why?” you whined, tears streaming down your face once more as you held tightly onto his waist, your head pressed firmly against his back. “Why do you keep making your own assumptions?” You waited for an answer, but there was nothing. He only stood there slumped in defeat, so you continued on with your monologue, “I get that it’s hard to tell people about something like that. I get that it’s hard to live with a burden that heavy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked, but that doesn’t do anything to change how I already feel about you. Yes, maybe you did something horrible in the past, but people aren’t stagnant. People can change over time, and the Kazutora I fell for in the present isn't the same Kazutora from the past. The Kazutora I fell for is caring and loving and fun to be around and I can’t imagine a life without him. Please don’t let your past hold you down and stop you from living the life you want to live…”

“But…” he started, voice cracking as his breath hitched in his throat, “I-I don’t even deserve to live… why should I live how I want?” Holding a hand up to his face he began to sob, his unsteady figure slipping through your arms as he sank to the floor. “I stole not one, but two innocent lives… I… should be dead…”

Kneeling down next to him, you hugged him from the side, even tighter than you had earlier and spoke softly against his neck, “I’m not saying you can’t feel guilty or to forget what happened, but even if you do feel that way, you still have to move forward. If you keep sitting around sulking and dwelling on something you can’t change, then you’ll just be in the same spot forever. Everything in life has a lesson to be learned and even in the worst situations, you have to find what that is so that you can grow and improve in the future. You can’t keep hating and reprimanding yourself forever. I think you’ve already taken a lot of time feeling sorry; now it’s time for you to start doing something about it.”

Though he’d heard every word you said, he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge you in his overly emotional state. Gently, you tucked some of the blond strands that hung over his face behind his ear, revealing his glossy, reddened eyes and a steady stream of tears rolling down his pale cheeks. Leaning in, you placed a chaste peck to his lips, then pressed your forehead against his. “I know you’ve been struggling to love and accept yourself and it’s understandable given your situation. But since you can’t right now, then please let me. More than anything, I want to embark on this journey with you and help you as much as I can, every step of the way.”

Still, you received no verbal acknowledgement, but rather he responded through actions, breaking out of your embrace so that he could hold you in his arms instead. He held you so tightly it felt like he was afraid you’d slip away if he loosened his grip even a tiniest bit; it was the most affectionate gesture he’d ever expressed toward you in the past few months since you’d been hooking up and it really just made your heart melt.

“Thank you,” he finally muttered against your neck once his breaths steadied to occasional little sniffles after recovering from his emotional breakdown, “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“You don't need to thank me,” you nearly whispered whilst shaking your head at him. Cupping his face in your hands once more, you wiped the remnants of his tears with your thumbs before continuing, “Just make me yours, please.”

Slowly leaning in, you sealed your words with a kiss, hoping to relay to him just how strongly you felt about him… in more ways than one. Butterflies filled your stomach when you felt him reciprocate, and as his movements synchronized with yours, your hands glided gracefully from his cheeks down the sides of his neck to rest on his shoulders to pave a path for your lips to follow. They drifted first to the side of his mouth, then slowly they trailed along his cheek to his jaw, then along the length of his neck. The soft hums elicited in the process were confirmation enough that he wanted this just as much as you did and you could proceed further, so your fingers found the buttons of his dress shirt and made quick work of them to finally expose his toned abdomen.

“So… we doing it on the floor, or?” Kazutora questioned half joking as you slid the garment off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

“Mm, that’s kinky,” you teased in response, “If you want to then I don’t mind.”

Instead, he guided your legs around his waist, supporting beneath your thighs before standing up from the ground and carrying you over to his bed, carefully laying you down atop his fluffy comforter. “You’ll be more comfortable on my bed. The floor is too hard,” he stated firmly with no sign of uncertainty at all in his tone.

“Wow, such a gentleman—” you barely finished complimenting when he captured your lips once more and hastily began to undress you. You could see the lust growing in his eyes with each garment he discarded, and soon enough, he had you stripped down to just your panties. He bit his lip as hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled the drenched, skimpy material down your hips, then thighs, leaving behind glistening threads of your arousal along your inner thighs in the process before he finally slid them clean off your ankles and chucked them to the floor.

“Goddamn…” he gawked at how wet you were for him, the sight sending a surge of blood rushing downward. He was so mesmerized that he couldn’t resist swatching a sample with his middle finger to grant himself a little taste prior to the full course.

“I’ve been sooo pent up, baby,” you whined in a baby voice as to rationalize why you were so turned on; this was the first time he’d ever seen you horny to such an extreme extent. “That’s why I was complaining to Chifuyu about my dick appointment being late.”

“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting,” he barely made out before delving down between your legs, his soft lips encircling your swollen, touch-starved clit whilst he slid two of his slim digits into your warmth.

“Mm, Tora. It feels so good,” you moaned, knowing well that he loved being acknowledged and praised during his performances.

After months of helping him and teaching him just how you liked things, you could confirm via the spine tingling stimulation of your g-spot on top of the perfect combination of sucking, tongue flicking and swirling against your clit that he’d mastered the art of going down on you. It was almost disappointing how quickly he had your toes curling and back arching, already on the verge of release; you hated for this bliss to end so soon. Ultimately however, you succumbed, your fingers finding Kazutora’s smoothly pulled back hair and unintentionally disheveling it with the height of your high inflicting an unbearable pleasure that initiated from your core and coursed through your entire body.

He licked his lips as he sat up from his position between your legs, simultaneously ripping off his hair tie and letting his luscious blond and black locks fall over his shoulders before proceeding to undo his pants. You observed him intently as the outline of his erection came into view through his thin, dark briefs, and despite having come literally just minutes ago, the void between your legs was aching with desire and frankly, Kazutora was taking way too long to undress for your liking.

“Tora…” you grumbled, sitting up and reaching forward to stroke his still confined member, “Why are you going so freakin’ slow?”

Chuckling at your desperation, he patted the top of your head as he answered, “To tease you.” You only pouted at him in response, earning another giggle from him before he tugged at the waistband of his boxers and fina-fucking-ly revealed his beautifully hard cock with precum oozing from the tip. You’d barely even given him a chance to fully strip down when you encompassed his shaft with your hand and started stroking him like there was no tomorrow.

“Jesus!” Kazutora winced at the sudden intense stimulation and grabbed you by the wrist, “You’re gonna rip my dick off.”

“Shut up,” you snapped back playfully, but still you slowed your pace for him not wanting him to come yet anyways. “I’ve been waiting for so long now and you still haven’t fucked me. I poured my heart out to you and confessed my love and I’ve gotten nothing in return,” you recited in a dramatic manner, to which he rolled his eyes at you.

“Don’t act like I didn’t tell you something significant too.”

“Oh, you definitely did, but there’s something even more important I was hoping to hear from you,” you stated expectantly, taking a break from pumping him to instead wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you. Staring deeply into his glowing yellow orbs, you could see his gears turning, trying to figure out what it was you were expecting of him when something seemed to click.

“I love you, too…?” he answered like a question which forced a laugh out of you.

“Pft, I don’t know. Do you?” you jested.

“I do!” he replied defensively, “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted since I didn’t say it earlier…”

“Say it again like you mean it,” you demanded whilst squishing his cheeks with your palms.

“I wub you!” he enunciated as much as he could with his cheeks being squished, which wasn’t much but it sure was cute.

“I love you, too,” you giggled and pulled him into a quick kiss, your arms retaking their place around his neck. “Now hurry up and fuck me. I’ve been waiting this whole time.”

“Hey now, we’re not fuck buddies anymore,” he disputed as he shifted to position himself to your entrance. “When there’s feelings involved, they call it ‘love-making,’ Right?”

You knew he was being somewhat serious, but somehow, the fact that he’d made such a clear distinction was actually the most adorable thing ever and you had to hold back your urge to laugh at him. “Yes, you’re right, I’m sorry, Tora. Would you please do the honors of making love to me?”

The little smile that tugged at corners of his lips in response absolutely warmed your heart… for only a short-lived moment that was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his whole length filling you up to the brim.

“Better?” Kazutora asked breathily as he wrapped your legs around his waist and rocked his hips in a slow steady rhythm, observing your reactions to gauge if he was doing a good job.

“Much,” you sighed in relief, having been deprived for what felt like forever. You weren’t really sure why, but he felt a bajillion times better today than he ever did; maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was because you were a couple now, or maybe it was both, who knows? But what you did know was that as he picked up his pace, the feeling of him hitting glorious depths within your core made you feel like you were ascending into heaven.

“Shit,” Kazutora mumbled under his breath as he started to slow down, “I’m already getting close, I’m sorry. I thought my stamina was getting better, but I guess not.”

“Love making is different than fucking, isn’t it?” you interjected, gently caressing his cheek with the back of your fingers. “Feels so much better, right? It does for me too.” you assured. “Keep going. I won’t last much longer either.”

“Okay,” he agreed and complied immediately, his slowed thrusting becoming erratic in the blink of an eye and in no time at all you could feel your whole lower region tingling, teetering toward the brink of climax.

“Ah, Tora!” you moaned at the feeling of your body slowly falling victim to the inevitable euphoria that awaited you despite your efforts to delay it. You managed to hold out for maybe five more seconds before you were enraptured, the breath-taking sensation making you writhe beneath him while your tender walls pulsated around his girth, enticing him to come undone with you.

In your final moments of ecstasy, he finally followed suit, the throaty groan along with the feeling of his warm essence spilling out deep within your core being indicative of that. You let out a heavy, but satisfied sigh as Kazutora took his last few strokes and withdrew himself, his thick seed slowly seeping out of you while he rushed to grab tissues from his desk to clean you up. He took his time tidying up both you and himself, and also making sure he didn’t miss any spots that may have dripped onto the comforter, but the moment he tossed the last dirty tissue into the trash bin he rejoined you in bed and snuggled up close to you without saying a word.

“Hey, Tora,” you decided to break the silence after he’d made himself comfortable.

“Hm?” he mumbled against you, not moving even an inch to converse properly with you, not that you minded though.

“Y’know Chifuyu is gonna be pissed about this, right?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him before continuing, “Let’s not talk about him right now…”

Epilogue

“Hey Chifuyu, guess what?” you blurted out spontaneously as he and Kazutora closed up the shop.

“You’re pregnant,” he answered dryly and carried on with what he was doing without batting an eye.

“The fuck?!” Kazutora responded with wide eyes, bewildered by Chifuyu’s drastic guess.

“Uh… I mean I suppose that’s possible, but no, not what I was gonna say…” you chuckled nervously. “Kazutora and I are d–”

“Congratulations,” Chifuyu interrupted aggressively before you could finish, and next thing you knew, he was grabbing his stuff and booking it to the door. “See you tomorrow, Kazutora.” And with that he was gone, leaving Kazutora to finish the rest of the closing duties.

Kazutora facepalmed with a sigh at how things went down, though he wasn’t at all surprised. “You were definitely too blunt. He’s gonna be so petty to me tomorrow…” he griped as he wrapped up his sweeping and put the broom back in the closet.

“He cut me off so I didn’t even say it technically…” you argued back defensively. “We need to find him a girlfriend…”

“Definitely.”

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milkteaandsugar · 4 months ago

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Echoes of Tokyo - the journey back home to you - 13. Moment of Truth (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1482340721-echoes-of-tokyo-the-journey-back-home-to-you-13?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=pinkbbyfanfan

【Mikey x OC】Criminology student Emily moves to Tokyo, secretly hoping to reconnect with her childhood friend and first love, Mikey. A chance meeting with Takemichi, another soul searching for a lost love, draws her into a web of shared longing and buried memories. Together, they begin to unravel the dangerous ties that bind their pasts to the present. As they uncover unsettling truths about the people they once knew, Emily realizes that Tokyo-and Mikey-are far from what she imagined. Faced with a dark reality, Emily must confront how far she's willing to go to find a future that may not exist.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 5 months ago

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Boyfriend!Hakkai + Birthday Head

♡ NSFW, fluff, fem reader, flirty!reader, model!Hakkai, slight food play, oral-> male receiving , cum swallowing, praise, pet names ♡

note: lil something for the birthday boy 🥳 (it's also my birthday today so l lowkey deserve birthday head too, but I digress 😔)

note 2: the Hakkai girlies are eating today 🤭 this was also more self indulgent than anything

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The last thing Hakkai expected when he got home late from his photoshoot was to see you standing at the kitchen counter, body covered by lacy, barely there lingerie as you tried to light slightly burnt out candles on a cake.

"You're home late Kai...Happy birthday pretty boy."

His face flushes slightly as he drops his bag by the door and shuffles over to you.

"Baby you look...wow."

"You like it? It took me forever to find one that I actually liked and thought you would too.."

"Like it? I love it...and you, of course." He stammers out.

"Yeah? You should see me without it on."

You gently slide your finger across the top of the cake, scooping up a dollop of whipped icing. He audibly gulps as you bring your finger to his lips, encouraging him to lick the icing off. His soft lips envelop your digit, sucking the icing off and moaning at the taste.

"Good?"

"Delicious ♡"

"I can think of something else that's delicious~"

His eyes widen as you sink onto your knees and undo his belt.

"A-angel! You don't have to, I mean not that I don't want you to but-"

"Kai relax, I want to... besides, it's your birthday, you deserve it."

He tenses slightly before relaxing, his hand gently gripping your shoulder as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock. His eyes roll back into his head as you look up at him with those soft, loving eyes, and he has to use all his willpower to stop himself from cumming in your mouth then and there.

"F-fuck! Your mouth is so warm baby..feels so fucking good~"

You moan softly around his dick, one hand jerking off what you can't fit in your mouth and the other massaging his heavy balls. The apartment quickly fills with noises of pleasure, his breathy moans and deep grunts becoming louder the faster you suck, your spit dripping down his shaft and making a slimy mess.

"Baby.. I'm so close, please don't stop.."

You quicken your pace and he lets out a series of loud, erotic noises, practically whining your name as he fills your mouth with his thick, creamy load. He bites his lip as he watches you swallow every last drop. His post-orgasm bliss slowly wears off and pats your head before helping you off the floor.

"You're so good to me princess."

He kisses you softly, not caring that your mouth was just filled with his jizz or about how wet and messy with saliva your lips are.

"As I should be, you deserve everything and more.. especially on your birthday."

"Well this was definitely the best birthday I've had in a long time."

"Good, because I'm just getting started ♡"

He grips your hips tightly, pulling you into another kiss.

"Can't wait."

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kakuchosearring · 1 year ago

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but i can see us lost in a memory. // manjiro sano x reader

august slipped away into a moment in time 'cause it was never mine ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ final!timeline manjiro sano x reader ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ tw: n/a) ━ (wc: 1,015 ) ━ ( song inspo ✩°｡⋆) ━━━

there’s an uncomfortable silence looming over both boys. the swingset they’ve been perched on is no longer fun. no longer is Mikey excitedly pumping his legs faster and faster, trying to go as high as he possibly can to earn the bragging rights of ‘i can swing on the swings better than you can’ to the blond boy next to him. instead, his legs are dragging against the dirt and pebbles beneath them; he’s gently kicking a rock side to side as his thoughts begin to consume him.

“takemitchy,” he starts, the nickname flowing off of his tongue with great ease. this is enough to gain the other boy’s attention with a quiet hum and a tilt of his head. “do you believe in destiny?” mikey feels stupid for even asking such a question. It seems childish and foolish, as if he’s going to begin to throw around fairytale ideas and stories mothers would tell their children about love and soulmates. tet, despite feeling so funny, he cannot help but ask anyway.

no, not when thoughts of you are eating away at him. how he’s spent so many years growing close to you, only to push you away in every version of every single timeline takemichi has altered. in truth, mikey has always been scared.

it started off as a fear of rejection. god, how terrified he was as a fifteen year old boy that you wanted nothing to do with him. there was something almost cool and untouchable about you -- how unbothered you were by toman and how unphased you were to be in the presence of a bunch of ‘big and scary’ gang members (that weren’t exactly big nor scary.) he’d never admit it -- no, not in a million years -- but the amount of time mikey had spent vying for your attention was almost embarrassing. draken had given him an earful so many times, just begging him to ask you out already. draken had even threatened to do it himself, which would embarrass the invincible mikey even more. and this was just barely enough to get mikey to start talking to you in the first place. next, it became a fear of something happening to you. as toman got bigger and bigger with valhalla joining as a new division, he couldn’t help but be consumed by thoughts of something happening to you. so desperately did he want to call you his, but he knew that once he did, you would have a metaphorical target over your head. even if he wanted to believe that humanity still had some good in it -- that no one would outright hurt you or do something to endanger your life -- he feared greatly of people picking on you or going out of their way to threaten you because of your ties to him. yet, the thought of not being able to call you his killed him even more, and, in an act he could only call downright selfish, mikey continued to pursue you. he had foolishly believed that with you by his side, everything would be alright. only when he’d been able to finally call you his, the fear of hurting you had become too much for him to bear. no, mikey would never physically hurt you. he wouldn’t dare even think about that much. but, with his dark impulses and dark thoughts weighing heavily on his conscience, he knew that one day he would no longer be able to control them. and, so, he knew he had to push you away. to distance you from himself so that he would never be able to hurt you. mikey had always wanted to keep you safe. He would never be able to forgive himself if something had happened to you.

he’ll never forget the tears streaming down your face when he told you goodbye for the last time. he’ll never get to know how hard the tears streamed down your face as you watched the vhs tapes he left you and takemichi, but even the thought makes his stomach churn and tears prickle away at his eyelids. though your current form doesn’t have a clue any of this has happened, he still feels a great deal of sorrow and regret. yet, the only thing that keeps the regret at bay is promising to himself that he’ll make it right to you. somehow. even if he’s not quite sure that he has the confidence to face you just yet, even in your completely and blissfully unaware phase. would you even know who he is?

“i think so.” the other boy answers as truthfully as he can. “i think emma and draken are destined to be together. i hope me and hina are destined to be together.”

mikey inhales and exhales a deep, drawn out sigh then. takemichi tilts his head in confusion, as if to ask if that wasn’t the answer mikey wanted to hear, but he pays this reaction no mind. no, his dark, steel eyes are transfixed onto the ground before him. Part of him wants to believe in destiny. he needs to. mikey needs to believe that no matter what, you’ll find your way to him and he’ll finally be able to give you the happy ending he’d always dreamt of. for his own sake.

“she stuck by your side in every version of the future.” though takemichi has certainly had his fair share of moments that everyone in toman can only describe as ‘sheer stupidity,’ it seems he’s caught on within an instant. “that’s gotta be worth something.”

a smile finds its way onto his pale features, a faint blush dusting his cheeks that would certainly warrant the rest of toman teasing the hell out of him over. “yeah, I guess it is.” without so much as a warning, mikey pushes off of the swing, gently gripping the chains to halt it in place. he walks away without saying much of anything else.

“hey!” takemichi’s panicked voice sounds from behind him. “where are you going?!”

to your house. to make things right. once and for all.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ [ begs u to send me more requests to my ask box ] ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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