#tokrev x s/o

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My Perfect Girl | 3/3

Sumary: KisakiTouman! That she achieves her goal of marrying Hinata Tachibana, being the only man in her life, and getting Takemichi out of the way. To have a perfect life, and a perfect sweet girl.

CW: incest between father and daughter, described sexual scenes, daddy kink at its best, gagging, vanilla sex, oral fixation, chirophilia, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throat, fingering, anal and vaginal fingering, compliments, hard sex.

Words: 3,630

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

Kisaki Tetta, out of all the path he managed to establish since his high school years and get to where he was today was someone who did not allow himself to lose control. Knowing that he was someone versed in many relevant areas in his field, among so many skills was driving, truth be told he was a good driver and knew how to handle himself well either in streets or highways or even in shootouts, he had as a hobby racing cars to kill time and he did it splendidly. He wasn't going to lie when his daughter went to see him he would show off to impress her, and no one could say anything about it, but that was a whole different story being in front of the wheel having you bent over the seat right on his cock and how you had fun playing with it totally loving it.

"Daddy your cock is so long and fat" you whimpered in such a whiny and needy tone. Tetta could only squeeze the steering wheel tighter with her hands, she was trying hard not to let her eyesight blur from the pleasure she felt at having you giving kisses to her cock and waving your gorgeous ass in the air covered by a short skirt that only embellished the view. Miraculously you came to a red light and he made the blunder of looking down only to see you hold the tip of his cock imprisoned between your lips to run your tongue over his flesh while still looking down at him before leaving a loving kiss on his sensitive tip and rubbing it on your cheek, all the while looking up at him with eyes clouded in unparalleled lust. Feeling wanted like that, it was fucking exhilarating. If someone had told him before your unimaginably innocent but dirty talk, he would have given him lead right between the eyebrows for talking about you like that but now, when he had you in his lap and him unable to look at you anymore because of his gaze focused on the street, but he did hear your soft whimper long and tender, such a sweet croak "She's as rich as I imagined Daddy" With those words Tetta had to continue driving.

It was only a short drive to the apartment, that was what comforted you both.

You had half of your Daddy's hard cock inside your mouth, it felt like a rock against your palate and tongue, slightly salty but a warm aftertaste that made your tongue tingle, you slid its hardness against your tongue playing with the veins, it was so delicious to finally have it inside your mouth and you would have wanted to take it deep into your throat where you felt like choking and suffocating on it but it was driving, the last thing you wanted was for them to collide. You felt so aroused you were dripping inside your panties and the soft hand on your head doling out tender caresses only increased it, he was treating you so sweet and tender that your spoiled side couldn't help but come out, you pulled his cock out of your mouth and lavished kisses all over it, even biting gently but covering your teeth with your lips.

"I want her to be only mine Daddy Yes?"

Your sweet and pampered request made your Daddy's cock just throb between your soft hands of perfectly manicured and manicured nails, such a gorgeous and perfect color on your pretty hands that only styled them more, you were all Daddy's girl. And a Daddy's girl deserved no less. Tetta could only melt at your request, his cock was yours from the beginning of that insane attraction and he really couldn't conceive of cheating on you. You were the only woman he would ever love.

"It's only yours, only yours" assured the older man confidently before grabbing you by the hair pulling you carefully to incorporate you into the seat without inflicting too much pain to give you a sloppy kiss. Tetta loved so many of your plump, moist lips, she could taste the saltiness in your mouth coupled with the sweetness of your stained lipstick "And I'm yours too Princess."

Your heart beat out of control in your rib cage at what your Dad uttered and you kissed him again, this time taking control you, invading his mouth with your tongue and nibbling on his lips, before trapping in your lips his tongue to suck it between your lips licking and sucking it your way. They were not your first kisses, but with whom you loved the most. The older Kisaki just let you guide the kiss, he could feel your enthusiasm and dedication in the kiss, at the same time savoring your taste on his tongue and before returning the kiss someone pulled them out of their bubble with a horn from behind. With regret Tetta moderately managed to let you do whatever you wanted with her body.

"I'm all yours too Daddy" you hummed in response over the skin of his neck, leaving wet kisses and running the tip of your tongue over his warm skin, if you pressed hard enough you could feel his pulse throbbing under your lips. You managed to see your Dad's genuine smile at your words and felt butterflies in your stomach, it was cute. Still with your stomach churning from those love related bugs you smiled in anticipation guiding your hand to the erect length that was still glistening with traces of your saliva and lipstick to start massaging it gently slow, wanting him to cum to enjoy it on your tongue and hands "I want to choke on your cock Daddy, I want it so bad."

Kisaki squeezed the steering wheel even tighter and wished to blow the head off whoever the fuck had caught his attention with the horn, I hate it but continued to drive feeling your hand on his cock masturbating him so slowly, devoting attention to every tiny part edging him in the process. Before he could say anything to you he again felt the warmth of your mouth on his cock and just held on to get to the fucking building as soon as possible.

You hummed and continued to suck sweetly, so soft and harmless that at one point it was even relaxing, but your intentions remained the same; to edge him so much until his cock throbbed in your mouth, feeling the throbbing resonate in the veins of his cock and caressing them with your tongue. And you were on the right track, you settled nicely over his lap without getting in the way of the steering wheel and started working him even harder, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, feeling the imperceptible gag reflex barrier that you had trained a little with countless hours sucking on toys of different sizes had helped you to be able to control your gag reflex. All for your Daddy, to drown you in his cock so he could gag you.

The wet noises began to create a symphony out of wet dreams.

Kisaki Tetta had had many partners and clearly they had had sex quite often but no one compared to how skillfully you were turning him on in just minutes and eating his cock deep. With trembling hand he pushed you by the head further down on his cock listening to your sweet little moaning sound rumble over the sensitive skin of his penis bristling his skin in the process. But to his surprise you stayed there, your pretty tinted lips touching the edge of his pants at the base of his cock swallowing around it, that only gave him more pleasure; sheathing himself completely in your tender throat feeling how tight it was, feeling your saliva dripping onto his cock and you futilely rubbing your legs together in search of relief. At that instant was when your blowjob really began, you were going up and down quite fluidly on his cock slurping, kissing and drinking all the wetness his cock had and gave you for your attentions. You were perfect.

"I'm better than Mommy Aren't I Daddy?" you asked with such a believable innocent tone to your Daddy, that if you weren't pumping with your hand a cock rubbing it also over your swollen lips he might coo at how tender you were. Tetta might have found the question tender in itself and not horny, jealous and so arousing "Mommy won't compare to me, will she Daddy?"  

With a shaky sigh she cleared her head feeling the pressure at the base of member go increasing by your delicate little hand with perfectly manicured nails, you squeezed it sweetly holding it back as you left open mouthed kisses waiting for her response and Tetta couldn't ignore how you began to over squeeze it, apparently you didn't like not being given an answer. Your perfect little girl was possessive and jealous, the woman you loved. That dominant but cuddly side at the same time only turned him on more, you were his spoiled little girl and soon he could explore it some more, there were so many possibilities roaming around in his head they were almost endless.

"Yes you are better than Tachibana in everything, you are perfect my girl" with a pleased humming you proceeded to give him a sloppy blowjob leaving aside your slowness, you so longed to taste his cum "That's it princess, suck, I want to fill your mouth with my cum".

And motivated, you continued sucking, lowering your head quickly and rising a little slower, sucking harder on the tip, as if you wanted to milk it. It was inevitable not to lose your free hand between your legs under your panties to start caressing your mons venus to take your fingers towards your labia majora feeling how wet you were to focus your attention on your small clitoris, you didn't think you could continue without feeling cared for and you couldn't help but choke when you pressed a little harder on your clit under your soaked underwear. Still you didn't leave your dad's long, fat cock, you just cooed around it making a mess in his pants, your legs and hands trembling from the crushing pleasure that ran through your entire body.

You felt almost electrified.

For the older Kisaki it was the same or perhaps more intense, everything felt a thousand times more intense than before and how you tried even harder, just thinking that someone could see them; Seeing her sweet princess crouched in her lap with her little mouth busy as much as possible and by the way your hips were shaking you were touching yourself. I could imagine you with your pretty, delicate hand in your vagina, touching and caressing you.

He didn't know how he could last any longer, but he did.

They arrived at the underground parking lot of the building where his apartment was, and he forcefully lifted you by the waist, moving to the back of the car. With a wicked smile he laid you back on the seat, pushing aside your panties, seeing your perfect pussy with plump lips that he squeezed between his fingers, feeling your wet folds, watching you whimper sensitively, and he gave a not-so-hard slap on your pussy, creating a sound of skin with skin, watching you tremble. He loved seeing your delicate body at the mercy of his hands and even more exciting, that you craved and desired him as much as he did.

"D-daddy" you moaned trembling trying to close your legs but his strong hands with highlighted veins held them well keeping your legs wide open leaving your pussy in sight "p-please"

Kisaki smiled seeing how desperate you were, leaving your legs open around his hips he separated the labia of your pussy seeing how you were so wet dripping, there was a little well trimmed hair crowning your folds on your mons venus that he only caressed before licking his index and middle fingers to caress your sensitive pussy, running from your mons venus barely touching, admiring with delight how your skin stood on end, to delve between your labia majora to touch the hood of your clitoris, feeling how wet you were, caressing the vestibule to reach your small leaky entrance. Your small hole that dropped soft and liquid pearls of your crystalline nectar that slowly dripped between your round buttocks getting lost, he loved to see the whole erotic show that you put on just with his touches, he was a total pervert just for you, his own blood and the daughter he loved so much, who brought him so much pride.

"Tell me, angel," Tetta said with a smile, gently masturbating her daughter's pussy, watching her squirm and tremble, paying attention to caressing the hood of her clitoris. "Have you touched this pretty pussy? Have you used your fingers thinking about daddy? Be honest, honey. "Tell me everything you do in this beautiful wet hole"

You squirm feeling how her finger runs through your labia majora and minora, smearing and staining your excitement on the sensitive skin of your pussy, but your legs tremble when you feel her fingers testing your entrance. You whimper when his finger enters a little, feeling from the beginning the difference between your little fingers and your dad's, your dad's fingers are longer and bigger than yours, when he enters completely inside you, your hands cling. at the door scratching the surface and moaning with pleasure, you were trembling feeling just one of his fingers inside you and you felt like you could cum already.

"Y-yes, I touched myself" you confess, lost between feeling embarrassed or excited, but when he starts moving his fingers in and out, you moan so loudly feeling the coldness of his ring touching your hot sex, you push your pussy into his fingers, forcing them harder. inside although it hurts, the pleasure overcomes it along with the coldness of the ring "I h-I touched myself looking at photos of you, o-smelling your shirts and m-I put together one of the p-stuffed animals that you gave me, t-the one that looks like you"

Tetta delights in seeing her daughter so horny, trembling only for one of her fingers and gently extracts it from your pulsating interior, admiring how sticky threads of crystalline white are created that join her fingers to her tight hole, the same finger that she took to the lips tasting your sweet nectar; It was sweet and slightly bittersweet that shook every cell in her body just by tasting it. It was damn exquisite, and he knew it would be more delicious straight from the source, licking your juices from his finger. He returned to touch your pussy this time inserting two fingers but there was resistance from your tight hole. She let a drop of saliva fall on the plump lips of your pussy, smearing your clit equally, with her thumb she caressed the little bundle of nerves watching how you were scratching the seats with such a beautiful expression of pleasure; bright eyes shedding tears that slid like crystalline talks down your rosy cheeks, lips parted in a tender o and your hands trembling as you scratched what you could reach. She continues caressing your clitoris and begins to move her fingers, expanding your interior very gently, feeling how you dripped into her hand, soaking her fingers, letting your nectar flow to her palm and soak the seat.

"So my perfect princess is a dirty girl?" Tetta questioned and she was pleasantly surprised to feel how the wet, tight-walled interior of her daughter's pussy tightened impossibly tighter on her fingers, almost preventing her from moving them. "Do you like it when daddy talked dirty to you, my love?"

You are shaking and you say shedding tears, you feel so sensitive as if every part of your body were nerve endings, your body felt hot and each touch only made you feel more stimulated.

"Y-yes daddy" the youngest responds, seeing her father with bright and innocent eyes full of desire shedding tears, her fingers close to his face wiping his tears and touching his lips not knowing that he wanted to fill his mouth "M-me "I like it when daddy talks dirty."

"That's my perfect sweet little whore," Tetta comments, watching her daughter tremble more and her pussy tighten. "You're my perfect slutty girl. Do you want me to eat this little pussy of yours?"

You cry when you feel three fingers inside you, caressing your soaked walls and your hard clit, you can't hold back your needy sobs anymore. You whimper needily caressing your own lips, licking your fingers.

"P-please" you beg and plead watching her adjust herself to lower her head to your pussy "D-daddy"

Tetta finally has his mouth on his daughter's sweet and tender pussy, he runs his tongue from where he still has his fingers inside you, tasting your juices that drip into his hand and goes up to your Mount Venus, your aroma intoxicates him completely He even feels his cock grow bigger. He goes back down kissing each part, sliding his tongue between your labia in search of your clitoris, which he licks gently, feeling the tender hardness of that sensitive pearl, and he grunts with pleasure when you pull his hair, raking your acrylic nails on his head, another time he It would make you sleepy but now it just makes your skin crawl. She redoubles her efforts, and she traps the small hard button between her lips, starting to really masturbate your pussy, looking for that point that would drive you crazy with pleasure, she didn't think wrong. She touched that G-spot of hers, curling her fingers, feeling with the tips of her fingers that part of slightly different texture to gain leverage and more force to stimulate it, while she sucked on that little button.

The tinted windows were fogged with fog, and the aroma of sex was combined with perfumes.

Your mind is blank, your wet pussy being caressed, masturbated and with your dad's mouth there. You pull her hair hard, moaning without being able to regulate your voice, when she touches that point that you only rarely reached, your eyes rolled back without being able to put your tongue in your mouth. She was touching you hard, caressing that point roughly, and your pussy was splashing your juices, with your hands you squeeze your tits over your blouse, pinching your nipples feeling pleasure, sucking your fingers, choking you. Until you feel that knot in your belly tighten so tightly that your body tenses, you block yourself by clawing at the seat and squeezing your thighs around your dad's head.

""I-I'm cumming daddy" you scream uncontrollably.

Tetta smiles as he continues, his glasses splashed with your juices but he continues to feel your thighs press his head deeper into your pussy and knowing when your wet pussy would squirt, he sucked harder on your clit until your spurts came out in pressure drenching his mouth and suit. . She continues caressing you, gently bringing you down from that ecstasy, she gets up, taking her fingers out of you, sucking them, seeing how you were crying with pleasure. She caresses your thighs, seeing you with love and tenderness.

"Did you like my perfect girl?" the older man questions, standing on top of her daughter, watching closely the traces of her tears and her expression of pleasure. "It tasted delicious. Do you see the mess you made, my girl? Your pussy is dripping so hard, only daddy can make you cum." So"

You affirm lightly, hugging him still lost in your pleasure, surrounding her neck, kissing him, savoring your flavor on her lips. And you only let yourself be carried away by his lips and tongue. You feel how your dad adjusts your panties even though they are soaked, with the mere friction of your underwear you tremble. You look at your dad still tickling his body with pleasure, pouting softly in embarrassment.

"Sorry, daddy, I soaked everything" you say softly, playing with his hair, looking at him with love but shyly showing your shame in your eyes.

Tetta just laughs deep and husky, kissing your lips softly calming you down and giving you love, you were the most adorably sexy woman she had ever met.

"Don't worry, honey, it's just an example of how much pleasure I can give you. Now we'll go up to the apartment, okay?"

“It's okay daddy.”

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Being in your dad's bachelor apartment, he didn't let you down from his arms, between clothes falling and moans they came to the room. Your dad wouldn't let you get out of his arms, you surrounded his hips with your legs, preventing him from moving away from you. Sharing kisses and caresses, admiring with delight the traces of continuous hours of unleashed lust.

The air is filled with tension and the obscene essence of sex.

Tetta cradles her hands tightly on your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin and the softness of your smooth lips. Running her hands over your body, feeling her skin crawl, she couldn't help but smile when she saw her sweet daughter trembling with her, with her fingers on her smooth lips shedding tears. Her tight, warm, wet pussy squeezing his cock, he can see every mark on her skin.

“D-daddy,” the youngest whimpers, trembling, scratching the sheets, feeling the sheets rub against her tits, but she cries when she feels a finger again in hers, another hole in hers, “M-more please.”

And Kisaki Tetta has always spoiled her perfect little girl.

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Hello everyone I'm the author of this blog, you call can call me Berry (my irl nickname), I'm working on 22 different projects for you all that I hope get out to you all before the end of my break. Some are request, others are parts of series, few are headcanons and others are scenarios/fanfics. I wanted to know which group I should start on first so I can get them out to you all!

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Not sure if you’ve wrote this but what about the taller tr boys with an S/O taller than them like a foot taller

Tall!TokRev Boys x Taller!Reader

♡ SFW, gn reader, just some safe fluff fr ♡

Characters: Hanma, Draken, Hakkai, Taiju, South, Mucho, Mochi, Benkai (forgive my dumbass if I forgot anyone)

note: thank you for requesting hun 🧡

note 2: ya girl is back 🗣️‼️(kinda lmao), I've been off tumblr for a quick lil minute not really doing shit fr, I've just been really unmotivated lately but I'm still alive so I guess that's cool

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📏 Did a double take the first time he saw you because he's never known a lot of people who were his height or taller

♡ Mochi, Benkai, Mucho, Hakkai (lowkey flips his shit when he sees you), Draken (he'd get Hanma flashbacks lmao)

📏 Probably wants to square up with you, most definitely will challenge you to a fight (you can't say no either)

♡ Taiju, Hanma, Mochi, South, Benkai (he probably wouldn't fight you, more like friendly sparring)

📏 Asks you to shrink because you're not allowed to be taller than him 😭

♡ Hanma (jokingly) and Taiju (dead serious)

📏 Super chill about the height difference, doesn't even mention it

♡ Hakkai and Mucho

📏 Makes fun of your height even though he's not that shorter than you

♡ Hanma (he's a menace, what do you expect?), South, Mochi, Benkai (I feel like he'd make fun of Waka's height too lol)

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A/N ::: I'm fucking out of gas and runnin' on E when it comes to my TokRev stuff and I'm super sad. So I watched this today and fell in love with it a little bit more. To my besties out there, I'm sorry 😭😭😭 for tagging you in something you probably don't even CARE about. But thank you if you read this, anyway. Ilygsm <3

C/W ::: NSFW Headcanons. Just MDNI UNDER THE CUT, please.

Asahi Azumane HC’s

SFW

This man is the type you want to bring home to have dinner with your parents and then throw down on your childhood bed after dessert.

His favorite parts of his body are his eyes and his hands. He says he likes them because they help him win games and they helped him win your heart.

He. Is. Sappy. Fairly often.

His favorite parts of your body are your eyes, lips, hands, ass and thighs. He likes to stare into your eyes and look down at your lips before he kisses you. He likes that he can cover a good portion of your thigh with his hands and leave a huge handprint on your ass when he's in the mood to do so.

He used to sleep on his side until you started sleeping over. Now he sleeps on his back so you can cuddle up next to him under his arm and rest your head on his chest.

Has written you secret poetry. Nothing epic, but just like 5-10 lines about how you remind him of the most beautiful and exotic flower. 

Secretly hopes you find the stash he has of these papers so he can quit living the lie about how he writes poems for you. 

L-o-v-e-s it when you let him lay his head on your lap while you're just sitting around watching a movie or at a picnic on the hillside overlooking the city. He says it relaxes him (but if you do it for too long he gets to feelin' it and then is like - "Hey, *raises his eyebrows a couple of times* ... you wanna uh, go for a ride with me?"

Gets along with moms and dads. Moms can't get over how handsome, charming AND nice he is. Dads are always impressed with his professionalism and drive when it comes to practice, game days and his education.

Your friends like him because he treats you like his own private queen. But like, low-key. He doesn't want you to get all arrogant because that's such a gross character trait. He loves you and he lets you know. And that's good enough for you both.

Doesn't love you unconditionally - which is refreshing. It's an equal partnership and you've both never been in something like that before. You both say it’s your first ‘adult’ relationship with someone else.

NSFW

He's so big that you can actually climb him like a tree (he not only lets you, but encourages it).

Will kiss you so softly and sweetly until he starts to get into it. Then he's a moaning big little mess over/under you - wherever he happens to be at the time.

He likes it when you're on top, though, so he can sorta be face to face with you. He's so damn tall that his head is either banging against the headboard or his feet dangle off the edge of the bed. So if you're on top, then he has all kinds of leisurely positions at his disposal.

His hips are wide and his thighs are too. (But not in a weird way - in a strong fucking hot ass athletic man way)

Likes it when you ride his thighs - doesn't have a preference about which one - is just happy when you're dragging your wet pussy across his muscular leg until you're cumming all over it.

His cock. sigh It's so fucking gorgeous: Cut, 7"L x 2.25"Diameter, goes straight up against his abdomen - has been bigger on occasion, depending on how pent up/turned on he is.

Kisses your neck a lot, whenever, wherever.

Gives you a lot of back hugs when he's horny. He thinks it's funny how his cock presses into your back. Jokes that if you just stood on a stool to do the dishes or cook things, it'd be so much easier to just have you.

Into spanking, but not hurting you. It's more like foreplay for him or in the heat of the moment. He has spanked you harder than at other times, but you never say anything to him about it because you like it and don’t want him to stop.

He likes to fuck you after games. Whether he wins or loses. It's just become a sort of tradition.

Blushes when you suck his dick. He thinks it's so lewd and so sexy that he has trouble looking you in the eye but FUCK HE LOVES HOW YOU LOOK WHEN YOU'RE BETWEEN HIS LEGS so he forces himself to maintain eye contact - not for extended periods of time, but throughout. He found it was easier to break up the intensity rather than face it all at once.

Has a breeding kink but doesn't even know what that is/won't admit it. He. Loves. To. Cum. Inside. Of. You. He says things through loosely gritted teeth, "Ohhh yeah? 'M g'na fill y'r cute li'l hole, angel. G'na be so full from this ... mmhm. Geh ready, cum-cummin'!"

Is shy about saying "cunt" and "pussy". You're working on it w/him.

Has cum before from just eating you out. Was NOT embarrassed about it. 

He likes to watch your pussy twitch after he makes you cum on his tongue.

Likes to tease you about your kinks. He's always like, "Ooooh, you're such a ... s-slut - wanna get fucked by your dad, huh? I knew you were a little dirty brat - you like to take it in all your holes, baby girl?"

Is absolutely ruined and humiliated when you say "Asa," you slap your forehead with the palm of your hand, "NO ONE wants to be fucked by their - oh god. It's 'daddy', ok babe? D-A-D-D-Y."

Vows to never tease you about the filthy shit you like so long as you don't remind him how he said that to you one day.

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†  pending. ¹⁰ ²⁴ ²⁴

❥ my pending is basically a dumpster of thoughts, requests, etc.

❥ my requests are still open; i have zero order to them. i write what i can, when i can - i do not force write, i take pride in my writing. shorter things get posted quicker. please be patient with me.

❥ if you'd like to hear my shit ideas, hcs, and more chatty things; add me on discord; before.i.decay.

engagement rings // mha. too many characters.

you're beautiful // mha. various.

grandpa // toya. pro hero au.

unlikely lover. // a long winded deku, shigaraki amalgamation.( someone pointed out that looks bad lmfao it's a reader x shigaraki, later reader x deku — not.. not deku and shiggy lmfao ) this post will be about as long as 'the hero'.

this feels wrong? // toya. pro hero au.

clingy. // shoto, kat, toya. pro hero timeline/au.

kisses! // izuku.

tinkerbell. // hawks. fairy quirk s/o.

ikea. // aizawa, hawks, dabi.

bracelets // bkdk, krbk. poly.

you idiot. // hawks.

tenko. // shigaraki. a long fucking post lmfao.

roomies. // toya, himiko. college roomies au.

stop it. // tenko. college au. specifically tenko.

boyfriend things. // hawks. college au.

the future. // inhales. angst. hawks recovering. no wings. dramatic, sad things.

you're enough. // awareness post. various mha

490734579034 comfort posts for lyney.

oh. // neuvie. dragon s/o.

catch up for sandrone. important to finish.

4 fatui drafts.

gone. // wanderer. lover passed.

a wreck. but loved. // albedo. girlfailure.

for me? // lyney, venti, kaeya. battling a claw machine.

a pain. // gallagher. dating hcs.

leave. // sunday, ratio, aventurine. hurt comfort, college situationships. au, obv.

lost, never forgotten. // ratio, blade, kafka, sunday, hanya, aven, jing yuan. grieving.

associations. // koko, inupi.

watermelon. // tokrev boys. spinning a wheel for who. mitsuri reader. kawata boys are a need.

soulmates.

i have all the requests, except the astarion ones. i will end up posting those elsewhere. i love him to death but maybe not on DBC.

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“sleep tight”

Ritsu kageyama x insomniac! Reader

Summary: ritsu has a soothing sleepy voice, perfect to hum lullabies for his s/o.

Warning: fluff, cringe, Reader is a female, 18 or over DNI, I’m 13.

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You shifted for the fifth time this night, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep under the shine of the moonlight that was seeping through the curtains. You heard your boyfriend groan beside you, making you freeze. Sleepovers with ritsu sounds fun. His mother makes great food. He has a fun dad who makes funny jokes all the time and he has a brother who you can talk to when ritsu is busy with his school works. The only problem was your trouble sleeping. You shifted again, carefully not to disturb ritsu, who’s usually grumpy when he wakes up, but failed miserably as he suddenly turned and hugged you tightly to stop you from wiggling around. “Stop moving, y/n. I wanna sleep properly tonight.” He groaned as he pulled you closer. You sighed, trying your hardest to think of something else to fall asleep but thought of nothing. Just as you were about to turn again, ritsu squeezed you almost painfully. “What’s your problem? Told you to stop moving, didn’t I?” ritsu said as he glared at you. You shivered at the death glare, your eyes threatening to glare back but your mind said no. “w-well, I... I just have trouble sleeping. That’s all...” you muttered, not really expecting him to care and to your surprise, he actually didn’t. Just muttered a small ‘how problematic’ and went back to sleep or so you thought. You stayed quiet for a minute or two, unmoving. You could feel your heart shatter into pieces as you recalled his insult from earlier. You feel like shit. Just as you were about to cry, you heard humming coming from behind you. Scared, you turned only to see ritsu with a huge blush on his face as he hummed a tune. You were shocked. Staring at his closed eyes as you processed what’s happening but smiled as you realize that he was trying to help you. For the first time ever, someone had made you feel sleepy. You turned your body to him and buried your face on his chest, hearing his breath hitch slightly. He stopped his humming, trying his hardest not to faint from all the blood rushing to his face. He heard you whine slightly, your grip on him tightening. “why’d you stop...” You looked at him, your sleepy eyes looked mesmerising to look at. Shaking away the thought, ritsu continued to hum the tune shigeo used to hum to him when they were younger. He smiled slightly as he tried to mimick shigeo’s past actions, rubbing your head and holding you close to him as if your gonna disappear the moment he lets go. He was too distracted with the moment that he almost didn’t hear you soft snores. Ritsu looked at you, confused. Are you actually sleeping or just acting? He didn’t care. He carefully pulled you closer to him and continued his beauty sleep. Both of you slept peacefully, unaware of dimple watching both of you with his  disgusted face. “kids these days really are bold, huh? Good for them, I guess...”

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Oof this is so bad. Be nice pls I only started writing so I could practice because I wanna make a book on wattpad... Anyways, if you didn't know two ppl are using this account: me and my best friend! When you see fluff, then I wrote that! If you see smut or/and angst, that's my best friend! We both have different interest on writing but have a similar writing style <3 She's currently on her tokrev phase while I'm on mp100. That's the fandom we're most active on but were multifandom too! Also how do I put somerhing under the cut on mobile? :(

[wrong-melody]

Teen!Hanma, General Headcanons

Chatacter: Hanma Shuji (16 years old)

Pairing: Hanma x Female Reader

Type: SFW.

TW: None, headcanons are based on what I personally think and my own analysis، they aren't necessary right and I don't force them on anyone.

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Hair + Hanma 

He would be the type who walks beside you and pulls your hair hard enough for you to be irritated and laugh at your reaction.

He would take your hair tie and wouldn't give it back until you beg, but even if you did, he might just say "you know what? I will use it. Go find another one". Even if it was pink in color with a cute butterfly or unicorn, no matter how it looks, he would use it on his hair at the same moment and good luck for your short hands to reach his head.

If you decided to style your hair and work hard on it, expect him to mess with it at one point through your day "you look better with messy hair". It is his way of giving compliments and probably he wanted to touch it. 

Annoying small things + Hanma 

If you wear bras, he would pull the straps because he likes the sound of the 'smack' it makes when it goes back to your body. But Shuji doesn't know how much that hurts sometimes. 

You two are drinking (coffee, soda, juice etc) but you need to use the washroom and so you gave him your cup ? Of course your drink mysteriously is half way or almost finished. He even wouldn't know which cup is for who if you bought the same drinks. Don't be angry, it is unintentional. He just doesn't mind really even if you drink his. 

Take your eyes off of your plate for a second and some meat is messing. Yes. It is intentional this time and he is as quick as a ninja. Bring it to him and he would shrug it off "seriously? I just saw you eat it and now you accuse me? Lets not start a food war and eat like decent civilians". You would question your memory many times.

He would extend his foot in front of you so you would trip over it and almost kiss the ground and break your teeth, but catches you on time every time, thankfully. He just wants to feel your warmth without asking and causes little harmless heart attacks. He lives on your reactions. 

If you have younger siblings I feel like he would have difficult times dealing with them, mostly because they are scared of this giant human, and for him, they aren't fun. You know that mentality that "I'm 16 years old. How do you think I can keep up with children? They are boring" (said your childish boyfriend). but one day your siblings are being brats and annoying more than usual ?? Believe me, Hanma took the lead and this is how they opened up to each other 😂. He would trick them into telling him all your embarrassing stories. Kids don't lie so you can keep denying as much as you want, he won't even listen to you. "Your little sibling told me you make their ears bleed becoz of your terrible singing skills. I wanna a free concert. Do one for me". He will annoy the hell out of you to sing for him but don't give in. If you did, you will be recorded and your amazing performance is gonna be his ringtone 😂.

Cooking + Hanma

Hopefully we are all agree that Hanma can't cook. He lives alone and probably his refrigerator only has water bottles or cheep bears. If you wanna visit, please pass by the grocery store first. He absoulty knows nothing about cooking but that doesn't mean he can't have opinions "I don't think this is how you are supposed to cut carrots, they aren't even in shape, your cooking skills suck as mine" just because one peice of carrot is a little bigger than the others. There is one time when he messed up the spices and your food had a questionable taste, he 100% blamed your skills. But seriously, he eats all things you cook even if you weren't the best at cooking in the first place. I don't see him as a picky eater but he has clear preferences. He would ask to be taught the easist things that can be done because cooking is boring. He isn't gonna waste time on it if he can quickly make something to live on. If you were baking a cake or cupcakes he will annoy you to ice it himself. Drawing skuls, writing HANMA, he will just be creative with his ugly icing but "it doesn't matter how it looks if it tastes delecious, right?" And you can't beat this logic. He would want to cook with you. See, keyword is (with you), which means him doing nothing but annoying you. Its gonna be fun though 😂.

Danger + Hanma 

He will persuade you to do things you have never done. "Skip the last class, you are just going home 1 hour earlier, it's not a big deal". Your parents told you must be home by 11 sharp ? He will try to make you go back by 11:30 "C'mon, thirty minutes aren't a big deal. Just tell them you lost track of time"

You would watch him buying beers/alcohol and no one is checking his ID. You can't be almost 2 meters tall and have tattoos if you are just 16, right? It's impossible, right?

He will convince you to try smoking and drinking with him even if you denied him few times. He would bring it up.  

Late night drives are about you on the back of his bike and him driving over the speed and skipping the red lights. 

There was a time when a police car chased both of you to give you a speeding ticket but they never caught you, thanks to him for being an expert of the small alleys and shortcuts. 

It was worth the thrill, the nice warm air and the bond that is getting stronger between you and him. Nights and days like these are many when he can't find any interesting fights. 

Animals + Hanma 

I mentioned that on my fiction but 10000% will hand you a small frog 🐸 because you just look similar to this creature. Not that you are disgusting don't get him wrong but you are just as tiny 🥺 "see, they look like you. Cute little thing" that's what he says but the truth is for teasing purposes. If you don't like frogs and started to run away, be sure he is running after you with the devil in his hands. 

I personally believe he prefers bigger dogs rather than smaller ones but surprisingly he has a good relationship with animals. I just don't see him having pets because 1: he can't afford the money and time for them 2: he is irresponsible and he is aware of that. 

But say you have your own pet, he would play with them and they would like him. He would ask you about their care routine and show interests but that's it. He will go with you if its time to walk your dog for example, and he might do it himself. He is generally nice to animals in comparison to humans.

This is why he gives me the vibes that he would catch small frogs after the rain, talk to them sometimes, tell them all his thoughts and secrets until they jump from his hand, they can live on their own and they don't get attached to humans.

But he would dislike spiders and insects. 

Pictures + Hanma 

He would take pictures of you when you aren't paying attention. He will capture almost all of your facial expressions. But he will only show you (or blackmail you) the most embarrassing pictures of you. Picture of you drooling, having some food between your teeth, spacing out with your mouth open, there are many. You won't know about the nice pictures of you at all, that would just expose how soft he can be and soft Hanma is hidden most of the time. 

Hanma is 192 cm tall. So taking selfies with him depends on you. If you are 170+ cm you are just .. as tall (😂 said the 157 tall writer) so taking selfies isn't a problem but if you are shorter then we have different stories.

You need to ask him if you want to take selfies because with your short hands he won't be on the camera range, so he has to either take them by himself or he bends a little bit down to reach your height and be on the camera (he always tell you that he is gonna break his back because of you being VERY short 😂). Or you have to stand on a chair or a box. 

Period/catching cold or illnes + Hanma 

He would be quiet around you when you are sick and catch cold, "its no fun when you are sick, get well" his teasing levels will go from 100 to 85 for you just this time 😂. See how special you are? You should be thankful he isn't annoying you and hiding the tissue box somewhere in the room.

but always mixes your cold medication with your yummy soup and ruin its taste. His intention is under question. To tease you or he really wants you to get well ? You never know.

The teasing level will go lower than that depending on the severity of your illness. If it's more than cold, he would visit you more if it's something serious. 

If you were to be hospitalized, he would come every other day and will always tell you stories about what he does "and in the end, you better get well soon to rule the world with me". 

If you are on your period he will be gentle (according to the gentle definition in Hanma's dictionary)

He is a giant human heater by default so heating pads are unnecessary when his hands are on top of your lower stomach.

You aren't in the mood to talk? You wanna silence ? You have it. 30 minutes maximum before he breaks it with a silly joke. As expected from Hanma.

If your emotions are all over the place in these days, he will try his best to tone down his annoying jokes and behaviors. keyword again: tries.

Study/school + Hanma 

Boy has dropped school, so if you are peacefully studying at home he will visit "Two brains preparing for a test is better than one right?" That's what he said but he just sits beside you and colors the black and white pictures in your textbook, draws random stuff, writes his initials and "I ♡ H" or " I LOVE SHUJI" on every page of your books/notebooks. You know how in kindergarten parents write their phone numbers in the first page of notebooks under their kids full name and class number? Shuju will write his number under your name as if you were a kindergarten kid. Oh? you are a high school student and you don't write your name anymore? Don't worry he will write your name for you and his phone number, just in case you got lost you know.

He would distract you with silly stories, videos, memes, you name it. And will ask you to take a snake break every 10 minutes. Probably he came to your home to eat food ? Probably.

He would take your pens away. If you are allowed to use a calculator in your school, he might play with it until he change its settings and you have no idea how to set it back. 

"lemme see what the hell you are studying. if X+10 =10 then find the value of X. Can we change X to H ? If Hanma fought 10 guys we will have 10 dead bodies. So the value H is so strong"

If you study something that requires a lot of your memory space like History or Literature, for example, you need to study about how kingdom X was destroyed by a Kingdom Y, he will create his own version of that history and that's what you will remember, Hanma's version. Good luck in the test. The teacher might praise your creativity for creating a new the history of these kingdoms.

You both would laugh at his lame jokes and suddenly the moon is in the sky and you studied nothing. Of course it is not his fault at all. He was just helping you, to make sure you aren't so stressed and relaxing.

If you scored bad on a test "you know you can always set the school on fire, I will help you" he is trying to make you laugh + comfort you at the same time. Clever Hanma.

Say you have a bad relationship with a teacher, they are being mean to you, Hanma would walk you to school just to see that teacher, and he will find ways to prank them. He will find their car/bicycle and break their tires, or attach a fake parking ticket, he will show his graffiti talent on their cars. He will write SHINIGAMI with red spray and the whole school will think the teacher has been cursed. Hanma is smart enough to not be caught on the car camera tho, so the SHINIGAMI remains a mystery.

Emotions + Hanma 

You would have your moment of silence amd they are comfortable.

He wouldn't mind having quiet times. He appreciates silence and would be a great listener if you needed to talk. 

If things were serious, he would listen and catch between the lines sometimes. 

He would have days when he is being very quiet. Very very quiet. 100% unlike his usual self. Days when his brain is full of thoughts and he is having a time with himself to think.

And when he has these days, he will kind of isolate himself from everyone and be somehow distant from you. 

He doesn't really know how to approach his own emotions so he might struggle with yours too. But the more you are together, the more he learns about you and himself. 

He would joke around his pain and laugh at himself sometimes just to not show you how hurt he is. You have to read between the lines to know what's hidden behind these jokes.

But he can snap and everything will overflow.

You already know how Happy-Hanma looks like and how Angry-Hanma looks like. He wouldn't try to hide his anger. His presence would feel different anyway, the atmosphere around him or his aura would feel different too. You will know and he will make it clear that he is angry without saying a word. 

It depends on the reasons and the causes but I don't think Hanma would be violent towards you as the first thing to do if he is angry. 

He might get calm if you insert some logic into his mind but as I said he can snap and be violent. 

He can break things, but that doesn't happen a lot. He would prefer to get himself into more violent or bloody fights until he calms down. 

Or at least until his physical pain from fights is stronger than all the emotions he has at these moments. 

I don't see him as the type to apologize, at least not by words. Actions speak louder for him. He would do the little things you like, his first attempt is to tell some jokes which would fail of course. But give him the chance to try, he knows when he has messed up and he will try in his own ways to make it up for you. 

I don't see him to be the type who would be quick to get attached to people for sure, but he would have difficult times dealing with any breakups or death of those who he considers close (did you see how he reacted to what happened to Kisaki? I won't say they have a nice friendship but hey he won't react like that if Kisaki wasn't close to that extent for him). Things would be more difficult once he realizes how empty his life is, and how your presence can fill it. But it is also when he realizes that how shitty he is as a person and that deep down he is not the best. Far away from it. There would be the conflicts inside of him no matter how much you assure him.

But as he gets older, he would stop doing most of the above. He used to joke about himself and laugh at his own pain? He would stop at one point. Not because he doesn't want to, or because he became mature and learned to handle his hurt self better, but because he couldn't, anymore. (Present age Hanma in all timelines). 

As he gets older, he wouldn't talk much about himself as he used to. Not about him keeping secrets (which he does anyway) but he changes the directions of the conversations to be more about you and less about him. More about your days and work and less about his. He does it a lot without you realizing that. And really if you have a long time relationship with him, at one point you would realize that you don't know him well or at all, and all the things you have known are just from his past self that doesn't exist anymore and the unresolved inner conflicts from his younger self would evovle into something more miserable, and this is a red flag because that where his manuplsntion tactics are coming from.

As he gets older, he would be more quiet. I think this is true seeing how he acts in all the timeskips but that comes with the things that used to cause adrenaline rush into him. 

The things that used to be fun aren't fun anymore, which means he seeks his adrenaline from something else, more dangerous and crazier things that are harmful for himself and everyone around too. 

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I think General adult Hanma headcanons deserve its own post. I'm thinking to write that but tell me if you are interested.

Feedbacks are appreciated

Thank you for reading.  

[kodzukyan]

better with you (until it kills me)

notes: it's always missing baji hours here </3 fluff, angst; alternative ending: always, always you

summary: four times you think you are in love with baji keisuke, and the one time you tell him.

wc: 3.7k

You're reasonably sure the only reason he chooses you to pair up with for the Japanese literature project is that you sit next to him, but it surprises you all the same. You don't think you have much of a presence in class, but you don't think you can say the same about your new partner, Baji Keisuke.

His slicked-back ponytail and thick frames make his presence seem like a poindexter, but there's something about his bruised knuckles and his fierce aura that makes him feel ferocious. You've noticed him hang out with the school delinquent on multiple occasions. You also think you've seen him laugh wildly as he beats up some of the local thugs who crowded around the said delinquent he's friends with.

He isn't who you expect him to be at first glance, and that intrigues you more than you like to admit. You're too nervous to openly ask, so you settle for stealing glances at him from the corner of your eyes.

So, when he really decides on you and submits the partner form, you don't know what to think.

In the time that you two are partners, you've discovered a couple of things about him. First, his handwriting and kanji absolutely suck. Despite that, he writes a letter addressed to someone named Kazutora every week without fail. As if that isn't endearing enough, it gets even more so when he pouts at the complex characters that he often gets wrong and the inevitable smile that breaks out whenever you show him how to write them correctly.

("Oh, thanks! I would probably fail my kanji tests without you and Chifuyu. Kazutora probably can't even understand what I'm saying," he laughs rambunctiously.)

Second, he's genuinely an unexpectedly good partner in terms of being punctual about meeting up. However, despite being on time, there is little progress on the project. Your work times often end up in discussions about random life topics rather than the project itself.

(“Do you like cats?” he asks out of the blue one day, head on the table and books already forgotten.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” you humor him because you’re also tired of researching Japanese literature.

“Wanna see my cats? They’re all strays,” he sits up suddenly, eyes lit and smile bright.

You nod, and he proceeds to take out his phone to show you pictures of his cats. You note his lock-screen is a picture of all his cats, and his camera roll is just full of his friends and mom, motorcycles, and the said cats. With shining eyes full of excitement, he tells you their names and their personalities in detail.

"Do you think cats recognize their names but choose to ignore us whenever we call them?" he resumes the conversation after he finishes showing you his gallery. He leans back as he balances his pencil on top of his pursed lips.

"Maybe. Depends on the cat? Maybe they just hate you?" you mimic his pose. You suppose thirty minutes of work is enough progress for the day.

"Ouch," he grimaces as if it shatters him directly in the heart.)

Third, sometimes he comes with his hair down and without his glances, with stains on his clothes that he claims are ketchup, despite it not smelling like that at all.

("Uh, hey, sorry I'm late today," he offers sheepishly as he runs a hand through his unbound hair.

"Oh, it's okay," you finally say after you take in his shaggy appearance. You try not to think about how handsome he is despite the bruises forming on his face. "Are you… okay?"

"All good! The ketchup bottle just randomly exploded," he laughs nervously and awkwardly. "Anyways!! The project!!"

You stare at him dubiously but nod anyway. "Okay, if you say so…")

Fourth, he has an extremely charming smile, especially when his fangs are in full display. To some, it may look fierce and menacing; to you, it looks cute, especially when his eyes are always brimming with life and his laugh is full of vitality.

More often than not you catch yourself staring at him because he's just so intriguing.

You try to ignore your racing heart when your stolen glances become shared ones, and he flashes you a grin softer than the smiles you've seen.

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“Uh, hi.” You say shyly as you enter through Baji’s window. It’s not frequently you seek out Baji at his own home, especially through the window he keeps open almost exclusively for stray cats to seek shelter.

“What the fuck?” Baji drops the stray cat he's cuddling as you give a slight wave, causing the cat to meow loudly at the sudden change in demeanor.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced. I, uh, just wanted some company.”

You feel vanishingly small as you awkwardly laugh and piece together some words that make sense. Home is supposed to be full of warmth, but your home is more of a house with people than a home with love. It’s a truth you’ve long accepted, but some days, it feels a little extra cold.

Therefore, you run, and somehow you end up here, in the comforts of Baji’s room.

Maybe you are currently a stray cat, feeling a little more lost than found. Maybe you find that he’s the sort of comfort that warms you a little when your heart feels heavy. Maybe you are just a little bit in like with him, and he is the first person you want to see whenever you’re feeling down.

The room is silent aside from the soft paps of cats moving around and the periodic meow. Then, he pats the spot next to him, and you make your way there. As soon as you sit down, he hands you a cat.

“Here, hold her. She’s nice,” he comments as he places the calico cat he dropped earlier in your lap, petting her as she adjusts to her new position on you.

She narrows her eyes and softly purrs in your lap as Baji pets her, and this makes you feel more in the moment than in your head like you’ve been. Your initial baffle turns into a smile as she purrs louder when you pet her, and just like that, you feel a little more found than lost.

You lean on his shoulder as you continue petting the calico cat in your lap. You keep your eyes on her as she climbs onto his lap and nuzzles him in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks and your drumming heart from your proximity.

“Thanks for giving me a home when I don’t want to be in my own,” you tell him softly, airly, almost as if you’re letting him in on a secret.

He stops playing with the cats for a moment and pauses. Feeling his intense stare, you peek through your lashes up at him. His broad grin and sharp canines are in full display, and his smile looks a little more boyish than wild. He tousles your hair as he laughs aloud boisterously before he props his head on top of yours.

“You’ll always have a home here.”

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It all started when a group of thugs looked at you inappropriately and made some comments that made you uncomfortable. You grip the ends of his sleeve just a little harder and press yourself behind him, trying to make yourself impossibly small. Baji, seeing your small form and downcast eyes, removes your hand from his sleeve and places it in his hand. Knowing Baji and him knowing you and your every mood, he does not stand for it. He simply flashes you a reassuring grin before he squeezes your hand and runs straight at them.

He throws the first punch, and you could just stand there in shock as he pummels through them and beats them up. He has cuts and bruises everywhere, and you’re certain he’s taken on a few nasty hits on his ribs. Though you’re equally confident that these thugs are absolutely 100% in worse shape than he is.

“Oh my god,” you sob frantically as Baji wobbles back to you, ferocious smile on his face softens as he sees you. He pats your head when he notes your teary eyes. You’re not even sure when you start crying, but the tears just don’t seem to stop. “Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you -”

He clutches your tear-stained face in his hands, “Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his, but you can barely see him over your tears as you continue your incoherent rambling.

“Hey,” he tries once more, voice more frantic as he struggles to find words. He finally just squishes your cheeks and yells, “Do you think I care about anything else but you right now?”

Your eyes widen, and the tears forming fall freely onto his hands. Oh, oh, oh, you think to yourself as your beating heart rapidly thumps at an exponential speed, maybe he’s also falling. When you meet his steady gray eyes, the shocking realization that maybe you’re not the only one dumb and possibly in love stops your tears.

He sighs in relief when your tears gradually stop, and as if all the tiredness accumulated in his body hit him all at once, he falls down onto the ground.

You try to catch him as best as you can, and with the combined effort of mostly himself and partially you, he breaks his fall. He lays sprawled out on the ground. After you check for wounds and find none too serious, you sit with your knees tucked under you by where he lays and moves his head onto your lap.

All around you are the battered bodies of the thugs you’ve encountered, but all you can see at the moment is him and his gray eyes that disappear into crescent moons as he flashes you a grin. He’s too tired to move, but he raises a fist up into the air in victory anyway.

“I got you.”

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"Wanna go on a ride?" he texts you.

It’s almost midnight when he texts you, and it’s probably way past when you should stay up. But your heart flutters at the thought of adventure, at the thought of him, so you quickly respond, “Okay, but be quiet! Don't wake my parents up again, stinky!!!”

You can already imagine his sheepish smile when he sends you a "that was once!!! my bad" back.

After sending him a quick ":p", you silently put on some clothes more fitting to go out than your pajamas. The sound of his motorcycle announces his greater-than-life presence long before his text does. Grabbing two scrunchies, you sneak out your window.

He only greets you with a goofy smile and a wave, hair free-flowing in the wind. Under the moonlight, his gray eyes twinkle with vigor and youth. It knocks the air out of your lungs as you glance at him because he's beautiful, ethereal, and alive. He smiles smugly when he catches your stare, but he holds his hand out for you to take.

"Hi," you whisper under the twinkling stars as you put your hand in his.

"Hey," he whispers back as he curls his fingers around your hand before adjusting to interlace your fingers together.

The quietness and intimacy of this moment drown out the world - the sound of cars driving by, of cicadas flying, of the world standing still. The only thing keeping you from floating is his hand and the sound of your heartbeat.

"I got you a hair tie." You offer softly with an equally soft smile, eyes pointing to the scrunchies on your wrist.

"I got you a hoodie," he responds as he nods to his motorcycle. "Because I knew your dumb ass would, once again, forget to dress for the winds."

"I'm dressed decently enough. You, though… please tie your hair… It hurts like hell when it whips in my face," you laugh lightly.

He rolls his eyes. "That's also what you said last time before you ended up stealing my hoodie, and I ended up being cold!" he complains, but there's a certain fondness in his voice.

You only stick your tongue out childishly at him. You would rather bite your tongue than admit that you are always slightly underdressed for the occasion so he would keep giving you his hoodies.

He tugs your interlaced hand and pulls you closer, and as you stand so close to him, you think close isn't quite close enough. The two of you linger in that position for longer than what should be appropriate for friends, but you think you have been tiptoeing around that line for a while now. Your heart races, and you're sure your erratic heart is beating fast enough to generate heat to keep you warm against the cold winds.

He pulls away first, moving to grab his hoodie before he roughly puts it on you. He laughs when you complain about your ruffled hair, but as his hoodie and scent engulf you, you could only shyly smile. He takes a scrunchie despite complaining about how poofy it is. As he settles in his bike and you settle in behind him, arms tight around his waist, you think this is probably what holding the universe in your arms feels like.

He rives his bike loudly despite your warning, but you find that you could care less right now as he takes off. You are young and dumb, but the wind is running through your hair as the two of you are chasing the moon, and it makes you feel so alive. Neon lights and starlit skies blur together as he speeds through familiar roads, and the brisk winds drown out your loud laughter. It feels like you're feeling everything at once, but your head is so clear.

You think you can understand why he loves riding so much because the only thing that you can hear is your loud heartbeat, and the only thing that matters is you're living.

He finally stops at a local 24-hour diner. The moonlight shines through the window by your table. You are still feeling the wild wind in your hair, cold air on your face, and the warmth of Baji’s back on your arms. It's way past midnight now, and the yellow lights of the diner feel a little more homey than dingy. He’s munching on some fries, occasionally waving one in your face whenever he’s trying to make a point about something. As you watch the various expressions on his face, a smile makes its way to your face.

“Hey Keisuke,” you grab a fry and jab it at him in the middle of his sentence. He stops his mid-word as he stares at you, head tilting slightly and mouth still gaping. There is a particular word that you keep thinking of whenever you think of Baji, a feeling that lingers and fills your heart up. You know what it is. You think you know at least, and in moments like these when you’re just watching his goofy self munching on fries while boisterously laughing at something dumb, all you can think of is those four letters.

“You’re my best friend,” you whisper before you eat your fry. Best friend, you think, encompasses a lot of things and feelings as you stare at his childlike grin, heart fluttering and mind blanking because all you see is him. You hope he knows, hope he gets that best friend is a loose term because he is so much more.

When he meets your eyes and his gray eyes crinkle in mirth and laughter rolls off his lips, you think he does.

“I know,” he smugly nods before he drops another fry into his mouth. “I guess you’re pretty cool too.”

You stick your tongue out at him and feel a warmth in your heart that matches the pinks of his cheeks. Maybe it’s adrenaline still in your blood, maybe it’s the moment, but it makes you devious, brave even, as you lean over and chomp down on the fry he's holding.

He stares at you with his mouth wide open, looking absolutely flabbergasted and offended. “Hello? That was my last fry!”

“Sorry,” you giggle, not feeling all that sorry at all. You know he’s not truly that offended because he has that stupid grin on his face, because he’s always soft with you. A part of you does feel a little sorry when you see the small pout that arises on his face. “I’ll treat you to yakisoba later?”

He turns away from you, face still slightly sulky as he huffs silently.

“No? You don’t want yakisoba?” you ask. You still find it amusing that Baji Keisuke, the first division captain of the Toman Gang who would punch someone on the streets for no reason other than just because he feels like it, is pouting because you stole his last fry. If anyone from any rival gangs sees Baji Keisuke now, they probably wouldn’t believe this is the same person.

“Fine,” he huffs softly, “But don’t think one yakisoba is enough.”

“Then,” you begin, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you work up the courage, “What about this?”

He turns to you in confusion, and before your courage runs out on you, you crash your lips onto his before you pull away.

“Repayment,” you mutter meekly, eyes avoiding his because you’re sure he can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from where he’s sitting.

“Hey,” he tugs on your hand under the table. When you finally look at him, he continues, “Just one isn’t enough.”

He kisses you again.

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Home is supposed to be the place you come from, but you think it's more like a place you find, pieced together from scattered bits of feelings, emotions, people along the way. Somewhere along the lines, home becomes less of a place and more of a person. Your home becomes the boy with the sharp canines and long hair that gets tangled by the stray cats he keeps, the "I love you" declared loudly with kisses and the longing looks in between, the comfortable warmth of his body next to yours as you chase sunsets and live in your own infinity. Your home is Baji Keisuke and the constant image of him in your mind and the infinite pieces of him in your heart.

Infinity, though, is awfully short, you think, as you see him lay surrounded by bouquets, eyes closed in eternal slumber. He's always looked good in white, but when his tan complexion is nearly as pale as the white roses surrounding him, you think white is an awful color on him. His eyes always shine with possibilities and promises, and while you've always joked that his sleeping face is cute because he always looks so innocent, adorable even, all you want now is to see him awake.

His heroism and love for his friends are always something that you love about him, but in turn, it feels so incredibly cruel to you now. For as short as he has been in your life, he becomes pieces embedded so deeply in it that it makes you whole. You cannot imagine a world where there is no Baij, where he isn’t there to punch a hooligan on the streets or feed stray cats at night or hold you when your world is crashing. You cannot imagine a life where he isn’t here to shine a bright light in your life without his laughter and goofy personality. Suddenly the world blurs around you, and you can't breathe as droplets of water hit your clenched hands on your lap.

You hold his hands. Cold, cold, cold, when they used to be warm enough to light a fire in you. There are so many things you want to tell him, say to him, but the speech you prepare in your head drowns in silence as your voice gives out on you. All the words in your head just come out as broken sobs. You feel the sympathetic and equally broken glance of his mom as she embraces you, but all you can think about is that he won’t open his eyes.

Baji Keisuke has always been bigger than life, you think, because he becomes a part of everything in your life. There are traces of him everywhere - him with his cats on your lock-screen, the random memes he sends you at night, the little notes he leaves you written in his ugly penmanship with love. When you think of these things, you feel like your heart is breaking all over again.

People tell you to be strong, and while you want to retort because how can you when he’s gone?, you find that you cannot say a word without crying. You’re tired of crying too because your eyes are already so, so raw, but it seems like all you can do is cry. When you think you've finally run out of tears and your tears finally stop, a new batch takes over even at the slightest things that remind you of him. You feel so pathetic because you can't do anything without water leaking from your eyes, and you hate yourself for being so weak.

You tune out the somber tone of his friends and the broken tone of his mom because you don't want to accept a reality where he isn't here. But luck is never on your side because he never opens his eyes again, and you never get to tell him how much you love him. All you get are flashbacks and memories of him and emptiness in your heart and soul. You tell yourself you have to be strong and smile and live for the both of you, but you can't. Not when he isn't here, not when he isn't with you anymore. Every time you think about that fact, your heart breaks again.

"Hey, stupid," your broken sobs ring loudly in the deafening silence, "I love you."

The words you’ve wanted to tell him for so long are finally in the open, but there is no answer.

[alessabriel]

My Perfect Girl | 2/3

Sumary: KisakiTouman! That she achieves her goal of marrying Hinata Tachibana, being the only man in her life, and getting Takemichi out of the way. To have a perfect life, and a perfect sweet girl.

• CW: incest between father and daughter, described sexual scenes, daddy kink at its best, gagging, vanilla sex, oral fixation, chirophilia, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throat, fingering, anal and vaginal fingering, compliments, hard sex.

The day of your departure your dad was not with you in the morning, a message on your phone let you know that he left an hour and a half earlier to solve some problems so that they could spend the whole weekend together. You smiled just seeing him, that meant they would spend it in your dad's bachelor apartment and you got ready to get out of bed, but on your nightstand you were surprised by a small flimsy white box wrapped with a shiny black ribbon crowned by some tiny beautiful flowers and a lilac post-it glued to the wood, which you took next to the box.

«Good morning princess, I hope you woke up in a good mood and this is a small gift before going to breakfast together. Don't leave your room until I come back for you.

With love Dad»

With a churning stomach and red cheeks, you quickly put that little note away along with the others inside a little wooden box that had the rest of the little notes inside, along with some dried flowers that your Daddy had given you. Just thinking that each little note was written by your Dad just for you, that he did those details just for you, made your stomach churn with butterflies.

You loved him so much it hurt.

You let yourself fall into bed feeling the freshness and softness of your black duvets, to turn around and crawl to the little box that was waiting for you. With eager hands you opened it to find a cupcake frosted with a single flower made of strawberry. With all the pleasure in the world you took a picture of it to show it off to Manami and then eat it little by little.

As it was morning, your mother had started her routine and you got distracted eating the delicious cupcake, enjoying it too much as it melted on your tongue leaving a sweet taste that lifted your spirits completely. And with the same emotion you tasted the entire cupcake, leaving the strawberry until the end, which you ingested with soft bites, trying not to destroy it. You felt so in love with every detail of your Father, he was so loving and dedicated that he melted you.

With a soft sigh and removing the trash from your bed, you got up to start your day, you had about an hour and a half to get ready when your Father arrived, you had to be pretty and attractive for him.

So time passed and you were ready, it was Saturday so there was nothing to do. You were sitting on the sofa in your room with your legs up on the sofa and leaning on the back and arm of it, lost in your cell phone killing time. When you heard your dad calling you at your door, you ran to open the door to hug him.

"Excited princess?" asked the older Kisaki amused.

Kisaki Tetta had fierce self-control but smelling your scent so early and having gone through a gut in the business, she left the adrenaline dormant in her veins and his dick restless in her pants.

"Yes, Daddy" you responded excitedly, completely ignoring everything, only having eyes for your beloved father.

Tetta really had good self-control but feeling the softness of your breasts against her, being able to smell the perfume directly from your skin and seeing how that pleated skirt only highlighted your waist and highlighted your round butt, she wanted to squeeze it violently. But she put everything aside to hug you back, intentionally keeping her hands near the trailing edge of your skirt and to her complete delight you moved away so her hand was under it.

It was a game between the two to know who would fall first.

You trembled with pleasure when you felt your Dad's hand under your skirt, warm and icy fingers from his rings so close to your buttocks. His hands were big, almost completely cupped your thigh and without thinking better of it you rubbed against his hand. Wishing that beautiful hand was between your legs, and you were lost in inchoate fantasy so a soft moan left you.

Same thing that made Tetta really almost jump on you.

But that moment came to an end with Hinata's arrival, before which you just snorted indignantly and took the car keys to leave without even saying hello, leaving the key to your room with your Dad.

"Will they come out honey?"

Kisaki felt dying hearing that affectionate name coming from Tachibana, she wasn't his perfect sweet girl and therefore that was disgusting coming from the mouth of his wife.

"Yes, it will be all weekend and I advise you not to wait for us, by the way" commented Kisaki once he locked his daughter's room to turn around and face his wife "Stop criticizing our daughter, she can dress as you like”

Hinata stirred uncomfortably when she saw her husband's serious expression, her comments that time had been guided by pure rancor and she still didn't regret it, she should act as if.

Hinata stirred uncomfortably when she saw her husband's serious expression, his comments that time had been guided by pure rancor and she still didn't regret it, she should pretend.

"I don't care about your excuses, that time you indirectly called her a whore and that, and I quote «if something happens to you for going out dressed like that it will be your fault» I tell you how bad that comment is?" the taller insisted, looking with well-hidden rancor at his wife.

And Hinata couldn't say anything.

"Anyway, next time save those comments."

(...)

In hindsight, the outing had begun with going to a restaurant for breakfast, visiting some bookstores that they both frequented (Kisaki only smiled when he saw you get lost in the fiction and horror zone), some high-end cosmetics store where the older man only saw you get lost. between corridors or followed you while with a tablet you wrote down everything you wanted with an excited little smile and a short and explanatory conversation about what you selected, and then go to eat something else, and continue with a tour of the various stores around the mall (there was no one, except a few people you could recognize as children of mobsters alike) that you loved to buy clothes, although it was inevitable for Kisaki not to dwell on the image of your bare legs and how You moved your hips, lifting the fabric a little to reveal your plain black panties. He felt like he was in hell itself but still he answered your questions in a genuine way, almost like a lover who helps you choose clothes.

It was a constant push and pull from both of them.

At one point you had tried on a dress but the zipper was behind your back and you couldn't reach it, so somewhat embarrassed you called your dad to the large dressing room where you were.

"What's going on?"

Without the need for words, Kisaki guessed the conflict, the closure of the dress was in the back starting at the bottom to culminate between the shoulder blades. So he approached you standing behind your back to take the closure between his fingers, he could see your pale skin and almost feel your buttocks but he chose to concentrate on the closure that began to rise carefully, until reaching the end where you finally he saw in the mirror, you in front of him with your wavy hair covering part of your shoulders and chest, the dress only further accentuated your curves highlighting your breasts, small waist and wide hips.

That tug-of-war looked relaxed.

The eldest was enthralled by your reflection in the mirror; cute and tender features, big innocent eyes but with a sinful gleam behind them, small upturned nose, plump and fluffy lips covered by faded lipstick, rosy cheeks and innocent expression. Without even anticipating it, Kisaki took you by the shoulders, adjusting to his chest, feeling you so close that he could smell your scent.

None said anything.

The pair of wandering hands little by little went to your neck, you swallowed dry saliva and let yourself be done, being face to face the first to move was your Dad who kissed you sweetly on the lips, a kiss that you savored without letting it go.

"Daddy," you whimpered sweetly when the kiss ended.

Kisaki just smiled when he saw you, your bright eyes and wet lips from your eager tongue, your slightly furious expression and made you see yourself in the mirror again, the dress was a beauty on your body as it hugged every curve and accentuated all the beauty of your Body. With the satisfaction of knowing that he was accepted, he hugged you from behind, leaving his hands on your hips, his fingers slightly loose on the fabric of the dress that covered your hips that he wanted to mark with his finger prints and admire those marks.

“You are my sweet girl right princess?”

Said question was enlivened by the pair of hands that gently and so wandering little by little rose to your breasts, your Dad had all of your breasts in his hands, squeezing them with such gentleness and care, squeezing little by little until your nipples were They got hard from the stimulation of that larger pair of hands. With adrenaline and desire circulating in your veins, you clung to your Dad's biceps, you needed to anchor yourself to something.

"Yes daddy"

The next thing that happened was a blur to you but full of vibrant and pleasurable sensations, your Dad was kissing you so dirty and demanding running his tongue over your mouth, urging your hips to grind on his thighs so slow and firm, hard. You could only whimper and cling to the fabric of his tailored suit as you felt your Dad's soft lips clinging to your hard nipples as you alternated between them. No part of your body stayed without attention. When you least expected it you found yourself with your hands on the mirror dirtying it with your fingerprints and misting it with your breath, with the dress hanging from your hips exposing your tits with hickey marks and a clear bite on the side of your neck, and with your Dad's cock rubbing against the fabric of your dress soaking it in precum and bruising your hips.

Only soft moans could be heard.

You squeezed your legs feeling the moisture in your underwear and wishing you could rip it off to touch yourself. But your Dad didn't neglect you, on the contrary he had one hand centered on your pussy on your clothes caressing your little clit with movements so delicate and smooth, that it only made you a little mess.

Before finally feeling your father's hand breaking the dress to direct his fingers to your warm and moist core, at that moment a voice from outside emerged cutting the environment.

"Mr. Kisaki, is there something wrong with the lady's dress?" I speak carefully the worker.

Although he cut off the atmosphere, he hadn't done it with the feeling when you, completely capricious and pampered, pulled your hips back, rubbing your Dad's cock much more against your now semi-naked skin. Your Father stopped you by the hip hard enough to bruise, the very thought made you wet and before you could whimper a pair of fingers were forced between your lips hard enough to shut you up, flattening your tongue. and playing with it. Kisaki could only smile at your reflection in the mirror, lost and glassy gaze with cheeks flushed a deep pink, with your pretty lips tinted around his fingers with saliva running between his fingers and making his rings shine, which made you more exciting was the traces of clothing that hung from your body, how the fabric seemed to cling to your body and your underwear so uncomfortable for you, you were a sensual beauty.

"You could wear the same dress but in black" replied the brunette still rubbing his fingers over your tongue savoring the warmth and how small your mouth is.

If the worker noticed something, she did not say anything, since she left with a statement and without looking for further evidence of anything.

With a smile your Dad continued to fuck your precious little mouth with his long fingers allowing you to make whatever muffled noises you wanted, like moaning and rubbing your legs together.

"We will continue at home princess"

That single sentence brought tears to your eyes both from retching and from the pain of not being properly cared for by your Dad.

There will be a second part of this filth, I actually wrote with my dick and it was great but EYE I don’t approve of this type of relationship, It’s just fiction R18+ so enjoy it or go to hell and yes, I am of legal age. I hope I didn’t cause bleeding eyes because of my mistakes, anyway ✨🖤🤙🏼

[smolla-than-a-bug]

ain’t shit

—maliksi armanaz x reader

When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are.

navi | trese m.list

content — nsfw, fem!reader, profanity, rivalry, enemies to lovers, drag racing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sexy time, car seggs, thigh riding, angry fucking, a bit of spanking and degradation,

notes — 5.2k words & unedited af 😩 NOW WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MALIKSI LOOKED THIS FINE IN THE COMICS BECAUSENDMF kinda late hehe i posted ab this fic some time ago but loikee its finally here 😆

Ungodly hours of the night are usually means for a free-for-all. It's a time when most crowds of citizens and legal authorities are nowhere in sight, giving way for young adults to pluck and drop a few "Road Closed" signs to clear the streets for a bit of fun. Condominium and apartment residents should already be used to hearing the loud engines of the multiple cars as they speed past.

This scene is anything but new to him. Many a night is spent sneaking into his garage and away from responsibility, all to satisfy his cravings for a good time, escaping the inevitable stress of the bustling adult life even for just a few hours. Today had been a particularly rough day for Maliksi, so imagine his relief once the sun had completely sunken past the horizon; he had swiftly jumped into his Nissan Skyline and drove over to Mindanao Avenue in Quezon city, wads of cash prepared and stashed for the first race he could get himself in.

"Yo, Kai! Whats the hold up?" Kai was the person to know around these areas. Often did he host the races—planning the route, setting the stakes, even hosting big after-parties, and the like. If you wanted in, you go to him. Luckily, he and Mal were childhood friends. He'd gone out with Kai lots throughout his youth, spending nights with his friend and a bunch of happy strangers to escape his own family matters. It evidently was a habit he seemed to never have been able to get rid of.

Ducking down to meet his friend at his driver's side window, Kai murmured. "We're lacking a fourth." Maliksi scoffed, the corner of his lip jerking up as amusement filled him up. Kai very much expected this and good-naturedly shoved his face, then flashing him the finger when he backed away to inform the other two racers of the circumstances. "Don't let it get to your head though, you fucktard."

Ethan and Jay, from the Toyota 86 and the Nissan Evo lined up by Maliski (also good friends of his), raised their fingers as well upon seeing Kai make the gesture. Laughing, Ethan yelled, "I dunno what Kai said but I heard him call you a fucktard and I'm compelled to agree!"

Obviously, Maliksi did not listen to either of them or to Kai because why would he? It did, in fact, get to his head and he proudly put his head out the window with a chuckle to announce, "Mga duwag! You're all cowards!" What good was having a good car if you didn't put its engine to the test? If nobody was willing to step up and race him (and his friends though they're irrelevant right now), then they're all a bunch of posers. It was laughable, really.

Maliksi knows he's good. He's damn-near undefeated! He gets why people are hesitant to even try racing him in his Skyline, and a good chunk of him shamelessly relishes in that fact, but he's itching to take the edge off. In a race. Right now.

"I'll join," an engine revs from the back. The sea of drag race enthusiasts parts as a glowing Mazda Miata rolls up from behind with its soft top folded down into a convertible, revealing you manning the wheel in the driver's seat. "But on one condition." You smirk.

Maliksi scowls. “Why don’t you go get a manicure instead, little girl?” He’d easily prefer anyone else over you.

He goes to be ignored by you as you continue to speak, already having gained the audience's attention. "Raise the stakes." The crowd 'ooh's, interest increasing as they feel the growing tension.

Kai personally finds the situation hilarious. The long-time rivalry between his two friends was often a subject of his humor, from their childhood and into adulthood. He couldn't quite grasp how two people could have known each other for as long as you two did and still never manage to get along. You'd both always made it out to be your dying wish to best one another at every single thing, starting from 'Who could cry the loudest?' to 'Who had the most toys?' to 'Who had the better grades?' and to 'Who was the better racer?'.

Though your never-ending quarrel was childish to say the least, Kai enabled it further, if only to see the contorted expression on Maliksi's face, which in his opinion made the guy look like he was constipated. "Raise the stakes, you say? How much?"

There was no hesitation on your part when you said to "Double it."

"Damn, she's really going for it, huh?" Jay pipes up, already pulling up notes to add on to the wager.

Distant whooping in the crowd tickled Maliksi deep inside his ear, he swears he felt a muscle twitch. People only did that when they're sure they'd win. How fucking dare you belittle him?

“Fucking bitch…”

"Well, boys," Kai claps, stepping in before a brawl had a chance to break out, "ya'll heard her!" He stopped by the three cars before yours, collecting the amounts. Maliksi aggressively thrusts his bills onto his friend’s hand.

Your eyes linger on his menacing snarl. "Scared to lose, pussy boy?"

Kai grins to himself when you nonchalantly pass him a bundle of cash with the fixed amount.

Maliksi was getting more and more agitated by the minute. The clenching in the middle of his chest told him that your presence alone was enough to tick him off, and intervening to insert yourself into a race that wasn't even supposed to involve you in the first place definitely increased his annoyance tenfold. He's sure that was your goal in the first place. After all, you always seemed to make it your personal vendetta to rain hellfire on him. He'd simply have to reverse the situation and clap back, he thought bitterly. A hundred consecutive "fuck you"s meant against you circled his mind as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

A skinny pair of arms rested on his rolled down window. He could not, for the life of him, recall the name of its pretty owner.

"Hey," the girl nodded, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. Flirty eyes gazed up at Maliksi. Julia, maybe? Or was it Rosie? "If you win," she eyed him, using her slender hands to push up her breasts, "these are all yours."

Maliksi licked his lips while keeping his focus solely trained on the girl's plunging assets. She winked as she backed into the crowd.

"Gross."

But of course, you had to ruin it for him right away, not that it's anything new to either of you. You always do this. He couldn't understand why you couldn't ever keep your nose out of his business. (Granted, he does the same thing back to you, but that's only because you do it first!) Either way, Maliksi's mood has once again been soiled. "You're just mad you don't get bitches."

You laugh. "Says who?"

This irks him. He gives up on responding and merely mutters a disgruntled "whatever," fully intent on ignoring your existence as a whole until he wins the race for himself. That'll show you, he thinks.

Thankfully, Kai finally announced at that point that everything was set to go, outlining the route for the racers to take. The same girl from before struts past the finish line, swaying her hips as she counts down. She raises one arm. "Ready..."

She smirks to herself as the masses watch in heated anticipation. She raises her other arm. "Set..."

The roaring of all four vehicles' engines pile onto one another as a means to establish intimidation, though as it isn't Maliksi's first time racing any of you, the intimidation tactic doesn't work as well as it would have the first time. Now, it was just a means to show off and conduct a challenge. Really, the only competition in this race is you—he did use the words 'damn-near unbeatable' to describe himself.

The girl catches Maliksi's eyes and smirks to herself. With a dramatic release of her arms, she yells "Go!" immediately followed by the four of you speeding down the wide, empty road.

Kai had stated, in detail, every straight and turn they needed to take in order to get back to the finish line, which would be the same point they started in though coming from the other direction as opposed to the way they took off. The first half of the race was no problem for Maliksi. He quickly overtook both Ethan and Jay, whooping when he saw them two clamoring in his rearview mirror. Despite that, you'd been neck-and-neck with him throughout the entirety of the drive, which meant that he could not afford to be slacking off at any point whatsoever.

It seemed that he couldn't shake you off no matter how hard he tried. Sometimes he'd think he's finally going to overtake you, but then you pull some trick out of your sleeve and accelerate slightly past him to match his speed. At one point, you managed to cut past him a little too much for his liking, and he cursed before desperately digging his foot onto the gas pedal, colliding with the side of your bumper.

He was sure he heard you, in a fit of rage, exclaim a distant yet sharp "Motherfucker!" at the dirty move he pulled. His insides flutter. He let himself grin evilly.

Curves and turns were tricky. Those areas gave you an opening to widen the gap between your cars, not that Maliksi would willingly allow you to. He'd rather die than have you beat him again. Maybe that was an over-exaggeration on his part, but he stands with it regardless.

At last, Maliksi had reached the final point of the race. After this next turn was home stretch. He didn't need to worry about his two friends who were lagging from behind both you and himself. All he had to do was make sure you weren't able to slip through the corner, which was easier said than done.

He tried to keep the side of his car as close to the curb as possible as he neared the sharp turn, so that you would not have any window to push through. What he didn't expect, however, was how vengeful you'd become since he hit your car earlier. Because of that, you'd managed the balls to speed up and cut across Maliksi's own car, pushing him against the curb and causing him to swerve off-road in a moment of panic, all to make way for you to completely leave him in the dust with the aid of your nitrous tanks.

Maliksi blurred past the finish line a little after you did.

To say you were overjoyed at having beat your childhood enemy at yet another street race would be an understatement. You threw your head back, laughing without a care in the world as you slowed down to a stop. He wanted to play dirty, and you simply responded accordingly. You were pretty proud of the stunt you pulled despite the danger you'd put yourselves into just to go through with it.

Truth be told, you didn't have a solid reason to back up half the things you did out of pure spite, but you guess it's just always been that way between the two of you. When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are. Frankly, it was pretty amusing too, the way he'd blow a fuse every single damn time. The way he's just so affected by every single thing you do satisfied you to no end. Tonight was a little more daring than you'd like to admit, but it was worth it, you reason. You won this race fair and square.

People mobbed around you, yelling "Congratulations!" and patting you on the back for your victory. It was more hyped up than usual, and the regular crowd was already chaotic to begin with, but everyone knew that any competition between you and a certain tikbalang was something you just have to be there for—something it would be a pity to miss entirely.

A car door slams behind you, followed by heavy stomps. The crowd parts for the co-star of your reality show. The real spectacle begins now.

Maliksi points an angry, thick finger at you. "You almost killed me back there! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

You scoff. The only rule of street racing is that there are no rules. Once you're in the field, it's free real estate. Driving way, way past any speed limit on a public road is already a danger in itself, and even more so when side-by-side competition is brought in. In short, drag racing is no sport for the feeble minded or uptight; drag racers are risk-takers, unafraid to challenge the face of risks. It makes for the thrilling experience you get in the end. "The keyword there is almost. You got out alive didn't you?" You fold your arms, a smug curl of your lip takes its place. "You knew what you were getting into, and by the way, you hit me first."

"I barely grazed you!"

"You're a damn sore loser, you know that?"

Kai comes up from behind Maliksi and claps his hand on his shoulder. "Let it go, man." Maliksi shoves him away, practically steaming from his ears, and walks off. The audience disperses into smaller groups. Kai shrugs, handing your earnings from the race over to you and winking before turning around to find his hotheaded friend.

Despite the short argument that took place, it was clear you won the spat. Your expression fades into neutrality. There goes your fun for the night, you guess. Standing in the midst of mingling people, you look a little lost now that you had nothing to do, though you'd all have to leave soon either way—before the cops show up and put your fates up to chance. So you do.

But you're not ready to end the night just yet. You're sure that Kai's throwing an after-party at his place, and you don't even think twice before racing to that direction.

Your sworn enemy will be there, you're sure. The mere thought has you slightly brightening up, excited about the more ways you can piss him off. He seemed to be in an especially bad mood tonight, so it shouldn't be that hard.

Upon arrival at Kai's, you were greeted with everyone high-fiving you, whooping and congratulating you again for tonight's victory. Within these parts, you knew everyone and everyone knew you. It was rare to see any newcomers.

Ethan spotted you from the beer pong table and raised his red cup at you with a big, loopy grin. "Heeyyy!!" He exchanged a few words with the other players before hopping over to you and swinging a lanky arm around you. "Here she is! The woman of the night!"

"Ethan, shut the fuck up!"

"Jesus fuckin' christ," he shook his head, whipping around to try to find the owner of the voice that spoke up. Unsuccessful in his mission, he merely screamed at no one in particular, "Fuck you!"

You laughed at his antics, years of your friendship flashing in your mind of similar scenarios like this one. He hasn't changed one bit.

"Hey, you want a drink?"

"Sure."

Your friend led you to the kitchen, where all the alcohol was kept. He cracked you open a beer.

You brought it up to your lips, about to take a sip, when you spotted Maliksi from the other room. At that, you stole a shot from the hand of the girl walking past you and downed it yourself, handing it back to her with an apology upon recognizing her face.

Ethan cracks up beside you. "You hate 'im that much?"

"He's just so fucking annoying, ya feel?"

He doesn't seem to find meaning in your words though he nods along absentmindedly. You don't have it in you to solidify your statement. Everything you tell him now will go in one ear and out the other.

You take a peek at Maliksi again, just in time to see him getting slapped and rejected by a tall bimbo you think goes by Natalie. You snort before finally taking a swig from your beer.

"He's not having a very good night is he?"

A glance over your shoulder introduced a built, handsome man. The deep baritone of his voice sent a cool sensation down your spine. His simple sweats and black T-shirt that hugged the curvature of his muscles snuggly caught your eye more than you liked to admit, but it was his lazy smirk and fluffy hair with strands that fell over his eyes that drew you in. All your previous plans of poking sticks at a tikbalang instantly left your agenda.

Adjusting your footing so your body language as you stood appeared to be more open to him, you smile. "No, he isn't, actually."

He put his hand in his pocket and stepped over to stand beside you, craning his body and putting his free arm out for a handshake. "I'm Iñigo. You can call me Iñigo."

You firmly clasp his hand in yours. "Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N..." he seemed to ponder. The way your name rolled off his tongue gave you butterflies. "As in the Y/N that beat my cousin over there and got him all moody?"

Your smile faltered. "Your... cousin?"

Iñigo laughed, still not letting go of your hand. "Unfortunately, yeah. Hey, you're practically well known in the family, did you know? Whenever the guy's grumpy, it's somehow always your doing, apparently."

Your expression began appearing more strained the longer he spoke. No, you didn't know your enemy's entire family was aware of your existence. "Um," you slowly pulled your hand away.

"I think you're a legend."

Now that caught your attention. "A legend?"

"Yeah, man, someone needs to put my cousin in his place, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Never mind, yeah maybe you do like this guy.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was polite, laid back, and he paid attention to what you had to say. You quickly found out that he had just come back from abroad, which would explain why you've never seen him around before. He was only here to visit his family for a while. And with a few hints and suggestive eye-contact, you gathered that he was looking for someone to spend the night with. That, you could willingly give him.

You don't notice the pair of eyes glaring at you from another side of the room.

"Hey, you want another drink?" Iñigo asks, noticing your empty bottle. When you nod, he quickly offers to go get one for you, glancing down at you as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. You let him without thinking, and you scroll through your phone for a bit while you wait.

A tight grip on your forearm dragging you through the house startles you, and you try to yank your arm back, unable to see amidst the crowd who it was leading you god knows where. The perpetrator turns his head back to tell you to stop fighting him. One look was all it took for you to grow still.

Maliksi practically had flames in his eyes as he met yours. What was up with him, you didn't know, but you were pretty sure it had something to do with either the race or his cousin. For what reason you could only assume was dumb, but you did want to know what his deal was.

Once you made it outside, you yanked your arm again. This time, he let go. "The fuck is wrong with you? Couldn't you see I was waiting on someone back there?"

"We're leaving. You shouldn't be accepting drinks from strangers—you should know that."

"We? There is no 'we'. Iñigo's not a stranger, dipshit. And he's your cousin! You don't trust your own cousin?"

Maliksi clenches his jaw. "Still. You literally just met him."

"Tch," you scoff, looking away in disbelief. "I don't see how it's any of your fucking business."

"It's my fucking business because he's my fucking cousin."

"But it's my life! It's none of your fucking business who I wanna fuck!"

"You were gonna fuck him?"

"Why the fuck do you care? Hell, you don't even like me!"

"You were gonna fuck him?!"

"Yeah, and? What about it?!"

You were so irritated with him. It wasn't his right to dictate who you could and couldn't spend your nightly endeavors with. Literally, he is the last person to judge you. It's not like you're close.

At this point, Maliksi had advanced towards you. He had you backed up against his car, and his face was all up in yours. It didn't take much for you to notice the vein popping out his forehead.

You don't notice your close proximity, breaths fanning over one another's face, until you think you see his irises flicker down to your lips, but you swear you're hallucinating. You haven't had much to drink, though, which was odd. Still, neither of you moved an inch.

Suddenly, Maliksi grabs the back of your neck and forces his lips onto yours.

You're too stunned to respond. Your eyes are wide open in shock, staring at Maliksi, your supposed lifelong enemy, who was supposed to despise you with all his being.

Noticing your lack of reciprocation, he pulls away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the chance to say anything as you harshly shove his chest before getting into the passenger's side of his car.

You use those few seconds of Maliksi walking his way round to the other side to think. What in the fuck were you doing?

In the moment itself, you couldn't process anything, but now that you had a few seconds of silence, you were able to think about it.

You hated him, you reminded yourself. You hate him. He hates you. It's always been that way between you. There's absolutely no way he kissed you on purpose, and sober at that! But then again, you don't recall seeing him drinking during the party. Maybe you just didn't see him. There was just no fucking way.

But oddly enough, it felt... nice. It irked you slightly to admit it, even just to yourself, but you did like it. Despite it having been a presumably unruly sight, the feel of his thick arms and big body encasing you, hands roaming all over you, was somehow getting your underwear soaked.

It was then you decided. If he had the audacity to ruin what was supposed to be your one night stand with his cousin, then you could have him instead, you guess. It can't be that bad. After all, you know what they say about tikbalangs and their... size.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the driver's side door click shut. Your stare at the growing tent in Maliksi's pants. He goes to start the engine, but before he can, you're already pulling him towards you, trapping his plump lower lip between yours. He instantly opens his mouth for you, cupping your face in his warm hands.

It's angry, rough, and messy. Both of your tongues tangle and clash until saliva drips down your chins.

You're impatient. You climb over the compartment between your seats, hissing as you feel the gearshift brush against your clothed pussy before plopping on Maliksi's lap fully. “I fucking hate you.”

“Yeah? Fuck you.”

He tries to lean back and give you space, but the car horn sounds when your back pushes against it. "Dumb fuck," you mutter, arching backward to reach down the front of his chair so you could adjust the seat.

This gave Maliksi the perfect view of your body, and he took it as an opportunity to rake his eyes all over you, letting his hands and lips roam and mark you up.

Heavy pants fill the small space. You press your front against his as he attacks your neck, stretching the fabric around your neckline to the side to give him access, which is definitely going to destroy your shirt. You violently push his head away, and you're met with Maliksi's scowl. The emotions you feel from his expression, especially with the lusty glare in his eyes, go straight down to your core. You messily pull your top over your head. "You're fucking ruining my shirt."

You nearly ripped down the front of his shirt, yanking the buttons open and exposing his glistening, godly torso, rising and falling intensely with each heavy breath he takes. Your lips attach onto his body, kissing him, biting him, marking him everywhere you could reach. Your palms run down his sweaty, firm pecs and abs as he leans his head back against the headrest, groaning. "And you fucking ruined mine."

"Shut up," you mumble, lips still exploring his chest as you roughly grab his bulge in his pants and he jolts. You yelp when he yanks you back by your hair.

There is no shame preset in you as you stare him down with a knowing look. The more you look at things between you as a competition, the better it gets. He glares at you and you glare back just as fiercely. The way he's looking at you, face almost red with his repressed rage has you giddily anticipating what his next move is. A few seconds pass and neither of you give up on your heated stare-down until you're too impatient and take initiative by yourself, grabbing his jaw and clashing your lips together for a messy battle between tongues.

Maliksi's jeans rub against your clothed sex and you moan in his mouth, subtly trying to press down harder against his hard thigh. You spread your legs a little further, perfectly slotting his thigh between yours, giving you just the right angle to grind your hips and drag your pussy across his firm quads.

You whimper when he flexes his thigh and presses it upward. “Fuck.”

"You like that, slut?" He does it again, and you pull away from his lips to whimper again. He attaches his mouth onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder instead. "Ride my thigh till you cum," he all but commands, slapping your ass as he bounces his leg up once, drawing a yelp out of you.

You shamelessly hump his clothed leg until you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. Maliksi helps you reach it with his head buried in your chest, fondling your breasts and slobbering over them to his heart's content. Your body stutters as you let yourself go, stilling in Maliksi's hold while you come undone, but he still hasn't stopped worshipping your chest.

You push him back, trying to catch your breath as you wipe the sweat off your forehead with your arm.

"Mal," you pant, pushing a hand on his lower abdomen to support yourself as you find his fly with your other hand. You eye the little wet spot on the tent in his jeans with so much focus that you don't notice how he tenses under your touch. "Mal, fuck, I need you in me. Now."

His breaths are uneven as you unzip his pants and pull out his hard, girthy cock, undressing your bottom half and raising your hips so you could line align it with your entrance.

You don't notice the troubled look on Maliksi's face, trying to comprehend how you're literally glowing in his eyes. Your concentrated expression arouses him more than it should, especially with how all your attention is focused on his cock—his ultimate glory and pride. His eyes are wide and unfocused, he doesn't realize when you've sunken yourself on him, and he almost chokes.

“Ohh, shit.”

You let out a sigh when he's finally fully sheathed in you. You begin to move, raising your hips upward, almost pulling him out fully, and then sliding back down. Satisfaction and pleasure consumes you, and you're bound to maintain those sensations. Maliksi lets his head fall back with his mouth hung wide open, holding your thighs and letting you do the work for now.

When you finally take your eyes off of your connected bodies, you notice how Maliksi is gaping like a fish, head lolling to the side, staring at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over, and little groans escaping him. You wonder for a bit before resting your palm on his abs, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. "You whore," you smile.

You start to pick up the pace, bouncing faster. Your eyebrows scrunch in both pleasure and frustration. You're desperate to keep going, but you're getting tired. Your legs are starting to ache.

That's when Maliksi decides that's enough and slightly lifts you up by digging his fingers into your ass, opting to thrust into you from beneath instead. Instantly, you're taken by surprise at his sudden movement. You feel like you can't breathe, and you gasp for air. He spanks your ass twice. You don't want him to stop.

When you look at him again, you notice he's conflicted. His eyes are travelling everywhere, not knowing where to lock them. They flit between your face, your bouncing tits, and the white ring of cream formed around the base of his cock. You decide to help him by letting him look at neither of those things.

You cup his jaw, tilting it up so you can nip at his neck from the side, scratching down his torso with the nails of your other hand. Your naked top presses against his as you grind down, while he pushes up. He whispers your name every now and then. His groans are louder to you as his mouth is close to your ear. He's forced to look up at his car's ceiling—up at nothing—as he fucks into you. You feel him twitch and your walls clench.

"Shit... Cum in me," you mewl between moans.

Maliksi's breath catches in his throat, the tempo of his hips spluttering for a second. "Motherff— you sure?"

You can only nod against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life as you feel yourself needing to cum once again as he abuses your g-spot.

It seems like you're both holding out for one another, waiting for each other to cum first. You stubbornly hold your ground, constantly feeling like you can't wait any longer, but spite fueled you to push through despite the overwhelming electricity shooting up and all over your body. You were holding back tears as you waited for Maliksi to let himself go first.

Fortunately, your efforts didn't go to waste because the moment you ground your hips against his and clenched your pussy at the exact time he pumped up, he swore, "Fuck!" and came in thick ropes, painting your walls white with his name, hips faltering and thighs aching as he weakly attempted to roll his pelvis against yours. You came right after, seeing bright flashes of different colors before slumping your body on his, fighting the pull of unconsciousness.

Your chests rise and fall in synchronzation as you attempt to even out your breathing. You reach towards the floor for your discarded top. Maliksi breaks the silence first. “So," he clears his voice. "Same time next week?”

“Fuck you.”

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[ohayopoko]

Baji loves when his black s/o twerks on his dick he loves smacking her ass watching it jiggle

LIKE WITH THE DICK INSIDEEEEE? 👀

Like creamy black pussy dragging up and down Baji’s dick as she makes that ass jump and wiggle something brazy? 👀👀👀

Let me know rn bro 🥴

[kazutora-kurokawa]

HELLO! How are you? I'm glad your requests are open again

This is the 367473 time I try to make a request but Tumblr just couldn't-

Anyways, I wanna make a request for Tr boy with a Musician S/O (Baji, Draken, Mickey and Izana) to be more specific, a classically trained Pianist.

I'm a Pianist as well, so I would like to know how they would react to their S/O being always busy with rehearsal and recitals

Thank you so much, and I'm sorry for my bad English, it's not my first language 🙏

TokRev x Pianist!Reader

♡ SFW, gn reader, fluff, arson, reader is a busybody with a flooded schedule ♡

Characters: Baji, Mikey, Draken, Izana

note: thanks for requesting and trust me, your English is perfectly fine 🩷 also sorry for the delay lol

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Baji

🔥 Thinks that you playing the piano is super cool because he could never do it (he doesn't have the patience)

🔥 He'll show up to your recitals loud as hell and end up getting kicked out (he'd bring Chifuyu with him too lol)

🔥 He doesn't mind you being busy, as long as you actually make an effort to spend time with him

🔥 If you don't make time, he'll make time for you by burning down the recital hall 🤭 (nah but seriously don't test him because he will do it)

Mikey

💠 He's so clingy, so your tight schedule gets him mad sometimes

💠 He'll whine about it and beg you to reschedule whatever you have going on (he hits you with the puppy dog eyes and the lip pout 😭)

💠 He'll pop up at a few of your recitals and either fall asleep because it's so peaceful or tear up because it's so beautiful (he'll bury his face in his jacket if he starts feeling teary eyed though)

Draken

🐉 Draken loves listening to you play the piano, he'll come over just to hear the sweet melodies and watch your fingers gracefully navigate the keys

🐉 He's at every recital, sitting quietly and cheering you on when it's over (literally everyone in the audience is intimidated by him at first because since when did gang members like classical music? 🤨)

🐉 He doesn't mind your schedule, he even drives you to and from practice

Izana

🎴 He already plays guitar so he knows how consuming learning an instrument can be, albeit not to your extent

🎴 He doesn't mind your schedule, but he makes sure to always keep an eye on you, whether that be showing up at recitals or stalking you to and from practice

🎴 He'll take time out of his schedule to try to learn piano just to impress you

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[manjiropie]

I saw ur Tokyo Rev requests were open :D so could I request Takemichi relationship headcanons of him being in a relationship with a tough S/O? Thank u for the opportunity! 💖

;; pairing: 15 years old Takemitchi x reader ;

style: headcannons;

warnings: fighting.

song: From The Gallows

a/n: I loved the idea, I hope you like it :)

Takemitchi is a wonderful boyfriend, no one can deny;

you find it rather adorable how he always steps up or attempts to raise his voice whenever he feels it in himself to protect you–which happens quite often;

Takemitchi is not one or the best of the fighters out there but he will jump in front of you anytime a guy wants to reason with you–it's wholesome <3

he does forget that you are in the Attack Unit and are known for your agility when fighting, though;

you've always been fighting, since very young, so you're pretty good trained and knows what you're doing;

however, even before being in a romantic relationship, Takemitchi felt like he needed to protect you from whatever it was;

when you met him, he was being cornered by a group of four guys in the train station, guys you'd never seen before and you were sure they weren't from there;

first thing you did was put a hand behind your back and poke one of the taller guys on the shoulder lightly;

it's not as if you're extremely tall, nah. the guy looked down at you and almost snickered, "and who are you? do you want to be taught a lesson, too?"

you remember looking down for a second at Takemitchi, he was staring at you astounded, "do you have a death with?" his eyes said;

you glared at the bad guy's eyes and with all your mighty and anger for people that bullied others, you punched his stomach then brought his head to your knee, making him dizzy before you landed a punch in his nose;

too much? maybe. but you needed to make some presence so his friends would fuck off;

one of them didn't do you had to punch his jaw!

once the other three dragged the first one, you checked your uniform, smoothing down you skirt and tightening up you tie;

"you good?" you asked the blonde boy while he stood there staring at you with the same dumb surprised expression for the last five minutes;

"that was so cool," his mouth would fall open then he'd smile. you tried to hide your blush with your hair and then started walking away to go home;

shortly after you heard footsteps. Takemitchi was there by your side, "thank you, uh... for the help..." he scratched his head;

"t'was nothing" he chuckled nervously,

"that was definitely something. remind me to never fight you." you blush again and bump into him with his shoulder playfully;

"I'm Takemitchi by the way," he put his hands in his pockets;

a year later and he hasn't changed his overprotective ways. you didn't complain, even though you were the one saving him most of the time.

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[blueberryfroyo]

Crying

Character(s): Mikey (Bonten)

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: SFW (angst to fluff)

Warning(s): Kidnapping (Sanzu)

Edited: ❌

Idea from: @reallyromealone

Parts: P1

Note: I wrote this on my way to school sorry it isn’t the best 🥲

Years had passed since the break up and since the last time you’ve seen Mikey. You would be lying if you said you’d moved on.

Sometimes it’s too hard to move on from someone you actually loved for a long time.

“Hey boss..” Sanzu began getting Mikey’s attention, he hummed in response.

“Isn’t that your ex from high school? What was his name again… Y/n?” Sanzu asked as he squinted his eyes. You were across the street waving bye to one of your friends with a smile. Mikey’s eyes widened when he saw you.

You hadn’t changed one bit, besides how tired you looked that was the only thing that did change. Your smile was the same, clothing style, and the way your eyes would basically shimmer when talking.

And at that moment, every single feeling he had towards you just bubbles back up to the surface making his heart throb and beat quicker than before. But what followed those feelings was the memory of how hurt you looked on the day he broke up with you.

He knew how much he’s hurt you, but now he wants to change that and make you his again. Sanzu looked at Mikey’s face and squinted a bit.

“Want me to kidnap him?” Sanzu asked Mikey who slowly nodded his head, not taking his eyes off you once. Which did happen and you ended up in one of the many nice rooms in the Bonten household.

“W-…Where am I..?” You stuttered out and looked around, dear present on your face. “Did you sleep well, Y/n?” A familiar voice said making you snap your head to where you heard the voice. And who stood there was the last person you wanted to see.

“Mikey..” You mumbled. Tears had already started forming in your eyes making Mikey frown. He knew this was all his fault, and right now he wanted to try and fix the relationship you two had.

“Look Y/n..-” “I don’t want to hear another word from you Manjiro.. Send me back home..” You sniffled and kept your head down on your hands.

You wouldn’t even call him by his past nickname, yup he really did fuck up.

“Please just listen to me..” Mikey pleaded as he reached out to touch your cheek only for you to quickly move away. He exhaled through his nose and moved his hand away before going down on his knees.

“What are you?-“ “I’m sorry, Y/n.. I’m sorry for not thinking about your feelings and being selfish in the past. I thought having no weakness would make me a better gang leader, but it didn’t… You were my weakness and I didn’t want anyone hurting you because of it. Please forgive me and give me another chance…please?” Mikey begged.

The most feared man in Japan was begging at your feet, even telling you about the mistakes he made and how he wanted to fix it.

Even though his looks changed and personality changed, he was still the same Manjiro Sano you’ve known for years. It made you happy in a way.

“I want you to make everything up than. That is if you want me to accept your apology once again.” You said to him and placed a hand on his cheek. Mikey placed his hand over your hand and leaned into it with closed eyes.

“I’ll do anything to have you back… Anything..” Mikey said making you smile faintly.

[rosze-v]

you're my four leaf clover

pairing: Sano Manjirou x Reader

tw: fluff, everyone is alive, Mikey is a soft soft boy, in love Mikey, Husband!Mikey, Mikey is a business owner with all the Toman members, don’t worry the business is good

w.c : 1k

a/n: Halu! I can’t get over Tokrev boys like asgasha, they’re so adorable bro. Mikey is my fav from Tokrev ever since the start, like I just wanna give this man a hug. I wish in a different timeline, Mikey will be able to experience this with his s/o. I wish all of them stay alive and stay happy. Anyway! I hope you guys like it! I think this one is one of my favs cause I really hope I’ll be able to experience it myself one day. Have an amazing day loves!

You were reading a book and sipping on a warm cup of coffee, brew to perfection the way you like it. The candle you lit smell amazing, surrounding the living room you’re in. The sofa somehow felt a bit comfier than ever, your body sinking down in it a little deeper and everything feel almost perfect.

You picked up your phone, scrolling through the list of songs and then you saw a playlist your husband made you. Smiling to yourself, you press shuffle on the playlist, letting the music blare out of the speaker of your living room. You were deep into your reading when you heard the door to your husband’s office open up. Slowly, you rise up from the couch and saw your beautiful husband in all of his glory.

His blonde hair tied back to a man bun, black shirt clung into his body, you could feel yourself warm at the thought of hugging him. You always love hugging him, his warmth and the sense of comfort he gave you was always a delight. He was looking around, searching for you and when he saw you, his face exploded into a beautiful happiness, especially for you. His smile reaches his eyes, and the way he calls your name softly melts your whole body.

“What are you doing love?”. He asked, sitting down beside you and pulling you to his side as he strokes your hair, softly.

You smile as you answer. “Just reading a book baby, you’re done with your work?" His smile falters from his face as he grumbles.

“I can’t do it anymore, its annoying to take care of paperwork.” His scowl before turn into a mischievous smile as you squint your eyes in knowing.

“I asked Draken to do it”. Mikey said, rather proudly. You gently slap his chest and pinch his cheek as you say. “You know you can’t just give it to Draken right? You’re the boss you know.”

You could see a pout forming on his puffy lips as he mutters. “But I don’t wanna do it anymore. Draken’s good at it ‘nyways.” You shake your head and laughed at your husband’s antic.

“Well, Draken is good at everything Manjirou.” He nodded as he pulls you into his lap, holding your arms tight and letting your head fall on his shoulder. He turns his head to face you, his eyes looking down at you and another gentle smile on his face appears. He kissed your forehead as he whispers.

“Besides, I’m missing you so much already.” Your lips curve into a small smile as you answer with a kiss on his neck. The both of you stay like so while listening to the music and at times, you could hear Mikey hums to the music. His hand would rub up and down your arms while his other hand holds your hand tight, circling his thumb on your knuckles. Mikey has always been affectionate to you physically, even the early days of you dating him, hugging and cuddling is important to him.

Sometimes the Toman members would even jest at the both of your antics, telling the both of you to get a room but really, it was just the way it is. Though the Toman members would joke about you and Mikey, they always told you how glad they are that you’re with Mikey. You remembered a conversation you had with Draken, specifically on how glad he is to have you.

“You know, you should give yourself some credit for being Mikey’s girl.” You were munching on some crackers when Draken suddenly breaks the silence.

“What you mean bro?”. You asked, curious on why Draken and the others keep on telling you how grateful they are for you.

“You keep him sane. You keep him grounded and trust me bro, if you’re not with Mikey, he would be in the worse state.” You were staring at Draken now, who’s folding Mikey’s clothes.

“I'm- no, we’re really grateful that you love Mikey so much, that you were able to make him feel so much love. Thank you, really, for taking care of him.” You nodded as you promise him, that you’ll love him for a very long time.

You were going to fall asleep when Japanese Denim play on the speaker. Suddenly, you were lifted up and Mikey stood you up.

“What are you doing baby?”. He grins at you as he takes the both of your hands and wraps it around his neck. His hand then went over to your waist, as he gently sways the both of you to the music. Your face warms at his gesture, Mikey has always been so romantic and this is one of his favourite things to do.

“I wanna dance with my beautiful lover”. He whispers, you could see his face tinge with pink as you chuckle. You give him a peck on his lips, his soft lips moulding perfectly on yours. As you were going to lay your head on his shoulder, he pulls your face back and give you another kiss, deeper this time.

Your body and his flush tight together, the warm you felt before become much hotter. You place a hand on his cheek, pressing into his lips again in which he parts his slightly, allowing you to take it further. The coffee you had before tasted sweeter and when you felt that breathing becomes almost impossible, the both of you gently unlatch from each other. You could see his eyes fluttering opens slowly, clearly still in a daze. You run your thumb on his lips, his eyes now staring into yours, your chest swells with love and admiration for this beautiful man.

“I love you Mikey.” You whisper softly, letting the both of your body continue to sway to the music again.

“And I love you so much more baby, my four-leaf clover.” He admits as he softly sang to you, forehead touching against each other.

“I’m so in love, so in love”.

“forever’s a long time”.