#tokyo revenegers x reader

[inkykeiji]

in an effort to get him to pay attention to you, you send bonten!mikey photo after photo of every single sweet you’ve eaten throughout the day (at an alarmingly increasing frequency) until he finally replies with ‘have you eaten anything other than sugar all day?’ to which you cheekily retort ‘have you?’

(;¬_¬) fair point. baby wins this one :)

[anisespice]

“ lemme hold that ” || tokyo rev.

mha ver.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, suggesting language, the word 'dick' said a million times, crack

note: i found the concept too funny to not do a tokyo revengers version - alsoooo i’ve been sleeping on wakasa and izana...yeh we gon fix that moving forward lol hope you enjoy <333

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[wakasaz]

Aren't Pretty Girls Supposed To Be Scared of Monster's?

♤ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Afab!Reader

♤ Not Proofread

♤ Wc: 6.1k

♤Tw: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, oral, rough sex, semi-public sex, degradation, humiliation, Masturbation, wakasa just being mean, pet names, spitting, this is dark don't read if dark content bothers you.

♤An: Smiley is ooc but I love him and wanted to include him somehow.

Lights flash lighting up the sky. The air smells like sweat and funnel cakes. "This place smells disgusting" your best friend Emma says. You roll my eyes as you continue to walk passing various stands, food trucks, and rides"

"Can we just go?" Emma asks, grabbing onto your arm.

"Unlike you I actually came here to get on the rides." Emma lets out a whine. "But it's nasty here," she complains. You shake your head "the boys are going to be here any minute." You tell her as you continue to drag her further into the carnival.

It's autumn here now and the annual carnival is in town. It comes every fall and it is always on your fall bucket list. This year Emma decided she was going to come with you. Now thinking about it she probably only agreed because Draken said he would be here.

Emma perks up slightly at the mention of the boys coming, excited to see Draken. We walk around for a few more minutes before Emma points him out in the crowd. Walking over to meet him he brought Nahoya with him. Letting out a sigh you follow Emma over dreading this evening now.

Nahoya wraps his arms around your waist laying claim to you. You aren't together, not anymore but he has to let every guy here now you are still his. He plants a kiss to the side of your head and you shutter away. "Hey baby" He says As he squeezes your side. " Can we talk?" He asks. you tell him not here but he convinces you, dragging you away from the group of friends.

He stops walking in front of a fun house. You can hear music and screaming coming from it's fog seeps out of the opening. People are lined up waiting to get in. "Let's stop this little charade and get back to the way things used to be" Nahoya says As he looks at you. "What charade Nahoya? We broke up" you say. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "You and I both know that was just a little break. I gave you your space now it's time to come home" you shake your head.

"We broke up Nahoya. We aren't getting back together." You and Nahoya were high-school sweethearts. Dating from freshman year all the way through college. You decided to end things wanting to start new after graduation. Nahoya didn't take it well. He grips your shoulders "We can fix it" He says shaking your head you tell him there is no fixing it. His grip on your shoulders gets tighter causing you to jump slightly. "Listen here" He starts to say being he is cut off.

"Hey!" A deep lazy voice yells from the side coming from the direction of the fun house. It's empty now. A guy with long hair striped in blonde and purple is leaning up against the fun house, his arms crossed over his chest as a cigarette rests in the side of his mouth. His feet are crossed one over the other. He's staring at Nahoya.

"You have a problem, buddy?" Nahoya asks, turning away from you to look at the guy. His fists are clenched. Nahoya had a bad temper. He was always in fights in school.

"No problem, buddy" the man says, putting emphasis on the word buddy. "But it looks like she has a problem with your grabbing her" He continues. Nahoya goes to take a step forward. You grab his arm knowing this isn't going to end well. "Just let it go" you say trying to pull Nahoya back towards you. "Did you hear what this fuck said?" Anger fills Nahoyas voice. If he wasn't always smiling you'd think the nicknames him and his brother have should be the opposite. Nahoya gets angry easily while Souya is a sweetheart.

"It doesn't matter" you say "let's go back to Draken and Emma" pulling on his arm trying to get him to go he jerks his arm away from you throwing them in the air. "Whatever," He says, as he storms in the direction of your friends. You let out a sign looking down at the ground. You turn your head towards the fun house, wanting to thank the man, but he is gone. You walk over to where he was leaning against it and decide there aren't many places he could run off to. He's either inside or behind it.

The need to thank him overtakes you as you decide to go behind the building looking for him. Behind the fun house is dark and quiet. The screams from inside the house died down. You look around and see the man leaning against a wall lighting another cigarette.

"Hey" you say, voice coming out smaller than you'd like.

He looks up at you. "Employees only back here" He says pushing off the wall walking past you back towards the front, smoke hitting you in the face as he passes.

"I wanted to thank you" you say and he stops not turning around. "Not necessary," He says, then continues to walk. You walk towards him. He's at the front again, standing by the booth to collect tickets. "But it is necessary. You didn't have to say anything, " you tell him as you come to stop beside him. He glances at you. "Well, you thanked me. Bye. " He turns away, fingers drumming on the booth.

"Hey–"

"Look I don't make it a habit of involving myself with other people's relationships. I also don't make it a habit of babysitting damsels in distress. So if you don't mind please fuck of–" He looks at you and shit are you gorgeous. Your face is eliminated by the red lights the fun house is giving off. Fuck your perfect. He thinks.

"Damsel in distress? Hmm does this mean you're my knight in shining armor?" You ask, throwing him a smile.

"Nope, no knight here. Just a guy trying to get back to work" he says, turning away again.

"Because you're so busy" you say motioning towards the front of the fun house that is lacking in people. He rolls his eyes. "What's your name?" You ask in a sweet voice.

"Wakasa" He says after a few seconds pass. You smile at him, giving him your name. " that guy you saved me from is my ex Nahoya. He's not dealing with the break up well"

"No shit" Wakasa says you take a few steps towards him. "How did someone like you end up working here?" You ask "you don't look–"

"Like a carnie?" He finishes your sentence.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just mean you don't look like the others" you say

A few heartbeats pass before Wakasa speaks up again. "The carnival is one of the only jobs that doesn't do background checks. Most people wouldn't hire someone with a record like mine" Wakasa says not meeting your gaze. You go to open your mouth to respond. Mouth wanting to ask what he did but mind telling you not to.

You hear your name being yelled and then an angry Emma is storming towards you. She grabs your arm "what the hell are you doing?" She asks as she looks between you and Wakasa. "Talking to my new friend" you say, smiling at her. "This is Wakasa. Wakasa this is my best friend Emma"

"Nahoya is pissed. Like fuming. I swear I can see smoke coming from his ears." You sigh "come on let's go. The boys want to go out to eat and this place is giving me the creeps." Emma says "No offense" Wakasa looks at her and shrugs "none taken" Emma and you go back and forth for a few minutes. You don't want to leave.

"Look, my cars here just go with Draken. I can meet up with you guys later." You say

"I'm not leaving you here with this weird ass dude at this janky carnival. What is he kidnaps you?" Emma says

"No offense, right?" Wakasa says. Emma shoots him a glare. "No, offense very much intended. Now come on, we are going to meet up with Mikey and Baji" you move from your position next to Emma, backing up slightly towards Wakasa.

"You can't be serious, you know what fine! But when he kidnaps you and your picture is on the side of a milk carton, don't come crying to me!" Emma yells as she storms away.

It's quiet for a few moments. "Should I be worried about you kidnapping me Wakasa? You did mention you have a criminal record"

He laughs and smirks at me "not at all, princess" a heartbeat passes before he adds "unless you're into that kind of thing" he adds with a wink.

Your entire body goes off with alarm bells. Telling me to run. Somehow your compelled to stay. "It's dark and quiet back here, princess. Pretty easy for me to snatch you up. No one would be able to hear your screams over the rides." Wakasa says As he stomps out his cigarette. You mouth drops as I stare at him.

"That was a joke"

"Really though, princess. You should listen to your friend and go. We're closing soon and it won't be a joke when one of these fucks snatches you up."

Your heart thumps in my chest. "You'll protect me though"

“You really have a lot of faith in a stranger,” He says.

“How much for the fun house?” You ask. “Two” You hand him two tickets and start walking towards the fun house. “Enjoy” he says, looking bored as you enter.

Once inside the music is loud and it is hard to see. The room is filled with fog and the lights are flashing. After you take a couple of steps a voice comes on an intercom. “Welcome to Spites fun house” And voices of children saying “Come play with me” and singing ‘ring around the rosie’ repeat over and over. You hear loud bangs and the sound of glass shattering. It’s cold here. Colder than outside in the October air. You continue walking further into the fun house, bumping into things as you try to make your way. You find a room and enter. It's full of mirrors, all broken. It looks like a dressing room. Clown costumes covered in red, you assume, are meant to be blood and thrown around. The red paint is covering some mirrors. You turn to a vanity and see the mirror is smashed with writing on the mirror in the same red color that looks like it was done with someone's finger.

“Look what you’ve done to me.”

“Is this what I look like?”

Cover the little bit of mirror that isn’t shattered. You back out of the room and back into the main part of the fun house. That was a dead end anyway. You walk further into the fun house pumping into things every once in a while. There are fake windows with ripped up curtains and fake doors leading to a wall. You feel a shiver run up your spine. You’re pretty sure you’re the only one in here right now. The voices on the intercom come back on louder this time. You must be close to the speakers. The lights continue to flash making it hard to navigate in the fog covered room.

After several minutes of walking around, bumping into everything, and opening many false doors you finally make it to the end of the fun house. Leaving you see Wakasa leaning up against the wall with another cigarette in his mouth. “Have fun?” He asks, smirking at you with a tilt of his head. “I think that was creepier being alone.”

“Princess, if that scared you then this is no place to be after closing.” You check your watch. “11:45pm”

“What time does it close again?” you ask “midnight. Rides already closed down for the night” You nod “Um, do you think you could walk me to my car?” You ask. Wakasa raises a brow but then shakes his head. “Can’t leave the fun house. You’d be surprised how many people like to try and sneak in after hours.” people actually try to sneak into this place? You think to yourself. You hate to admit it but it freaked you out more than you'd like to admit. That’s why you asked him to walk you to your car. “You’d be shocked how many times we catch people trying to fuck”

You wrinkle your nose. “Who would want to have sex in that thing?” You say shivering at the thought of someone taking you in there. Wakasa shrugs his shoulders. “You can fuck anywhere if you want it bad enough” He says in his deep lazy voice, You feel your face warm. How did you end up talking about sex with a complete stranger? And not just any strangers but an extremely hot carnival worker. “I guess you’re right” “I know I am, princess” He responds with a wink.

“You should go.” He says checking his watch. “What if I don’t want to?” You asking smiling at him. Wakasa sighs as he shifts on his feet. “I’m not like your little boy toy, princess. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I have a record. I work in a god damn traveling circus for fuck sake.” He grabs your chin tilting your head toward his. He’s close. So close you can feel his breath fan your face. The smell of nicotine overwhelms you. “Whatever little fantasy or kink your trying to live out by fucking around with me isn’t going to end well for you. I’m not someone you want to be involved with.”

Everything he is saying is true. He is telling you exactly who he is but you don’t care. You feel drawn to him. Your body fills with need and for a moment you don’t recognize yourself. This isn’t like you. You don’t do these things. “Now run along. I need to close up” He says, releasing your chin and backing away. You suck in a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Something flickers in your eyes. It’s there and then gone so fast Wakasa couldn’t tell what it was. If he wasn’t watching you so closely he would have missed it. You tell him how you never do anything reckless. How you always tried to be perfect. That’s how you ended up with Nahoya in the first place. All the girls in school had crushes on him and you wanted the perfect boyfriend to fit into your perfect little life.

“I want to know what it’s like to do something bad” You say, taking a step closer to him. He sucks in a breath. You’re so close he can smell you. He can’t put his finger on what exactly the scent is but he knows you smell sweet. It’s intoxicating. He feels his cock twitch. He knows he shouldn’t but all his senses went right to his dick. His cock is screaming at him to give you exactly what you’re asking for, and who is he to argue with it,

“Get inside” He says jerking his head towards the fun house.

“What?” You ask, eyes widening, voice coming out almost as a squeak.

“Get inside and don’t come out till I say.” You stare at him.

“Understand?” You take a step back thinking and just turning and running to your car. “Wakasa-” He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. He points towards the fun house. “ I told you to leave, I told you I’m not someone you want to mess around with. This is your final warning. You either walk in there and wait for me or you turn around and go back to your perfect little life and forget about me.”

You chew on your lip going back and forth with yourself. The rational side of you tell you to listen to him and leave but the slick building up in your heat is telling you to stay. To stay and find out. That you want this.

“If you’re still here when I get back, then I promise you I’ll give you exactly what you want. You want to forget about your perfect little life? I’ll make you forget your own name by the time I’m done with you.”

Wakasa left to turn in the tickets he collected. He never understood why the guy running things wanted the tickets so bad. He always said something about wanting to see what rides are doing the best. Wakasa didn’t care. He just wanted to get back to you. To see if you stayed. Once he turned them in he was racing back towards the fun house.

She won’t be there. He thought to himself. She left.

He pictures you standing there when the reality of the situation finally dawns on you. You’ll turn around and run to your car, out of his life. Girls like you don’t mess around with guys like him. It’s how it’s always been and he doesn’t see that changing with you. He lets out a sigh. As he shoves his hands in his pockets. She probably panicked once I left and made a run for it, he thinks. She’s probably in her car right now heading back to her perfect life with that orange headed weirdo.

A part of Wakasa considered not even going back to the fun house but back to his trailer. He didn’t want to walk all the way across the carnival again just to be met with the fact that you left.

He passed families and couples gathered around various carnival games. Dads trying to win prizes for their kids and boys trying to impress the girls they are with by winning the biggest teddy bear. Wakasa chucked to himself knowing the games were rigged. They are set so no one wins. Or at least it's extremely difficult to. The carnival didn’t make money by giving away prizes. They made money by conning people into trying to win the prizes.

I should just go home, forget about her. He thinks to himself. Just go take a shower and call it a night. The fun house comes into view and he feels a familiar heat in his gut. Fuck I walked all the way over here and she left I’m going to be pissed, He thinks. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it as he walks into the fun house. He doesn’t see or hear anything. Letting out a sigh and turning around to go home he blows smoke out his nose. He’s almost to the entrance when you grab his wrist pulling him back slightly. His eyes widen and he twists his hand so he has your wrist now. He turns towards you grabbing your other wrist and backing up slamming you against the wall and holding both your wrist above your head.

“You sure?” He asks lips ghosting over yours, his voice is low. You nod and he drops his cigarette, stomping it out. “You have to tell me if this is too much. If you need me to stop.” You nod again, a small whimper escaping your lips. He takes one of his hands and runs it up your throat, to your jaw. He grabs your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out licking his thumb. He pushes it into your mouth and you start to suck on it, nipping ever once in a while.

Fuuuck

He pulls his thumb out tracing it down your body when he reaches the buttons on your pants, undoing them with ease. He slips his hand inside.

“Shit”

You're soaked.

“Is it this easy to turn you on? Huh, I shouldn’t be surprised. Nahoya doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know how to use his dick. Has he ever fucked you the way you deserve, princess?”

Your breath catches in your throat. Whimpering at his words. His cock twitches as he runs his nose up your neck. He sinks two fingers into you and starts moving them slowly. “Tonight princess, This tight cunt is mine” You whine as you buck your hips. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves and he starts moving in circles. “All I can give you is tonight. We pack up and leave soon, but I promise you this’ll be a night you’ll never forget.”

You bite your lower lip trying to silence your sounds.

“Tell me, princess. Is this cunt all mine? Need to hear you say it”

Wakasa pulls his fingers out, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean. He moans against his fingers, closing his eyes. “Fuck you’re delicious.” you whine at his words and loss of contact. “Touch yourself.” He whispers into your neck and his hand finds your hair gripping it tight. “Show me how you touch yourself, princess” He says as he licks up your neck then nips where shoulder meets neck.

Your hand slides down your body and into your pants. You gather your slick and slowly start rubbing circles. You whine and buck your hips. Your eyes close and your head falls back into the wall. Wakasa watches you, amusement in his eyes. “That’s it. Good girl” He says in a low raspy voice. You can feel that familiar heat building. You know you're close. Your body shakes and hips buck trying to get more friction as your orgasm washes over you. Moans drip from your lips and Wakasa swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful. “Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come baby” He says then smashes his lips onto yours. His tongue dances with yours and you can taste yourself on his lips. He pulls back, grabbing your fingers and shoving them in his mouth, sucking them. He groans again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how you taste”

“Now the rest of the time you come will be on my terms” He says as he pulls away from you smirking at you.

Wakasa grabs your hand pulling you further into the fun house. With the power off you can’t see anything, only feel his calloused hand holding yours. He stops and drops your hand. You look around trying to make anything out but it’s too dark. You don’t even know what direction you came from. you hear footsteps. Wakasa is walking around you. Circle you, like prey.

“Let’s play a game, princess” He sounds like he’s behind you but you're not sure. “What kind of game?” You hesitantly ask. You hear him chuckle as he continues to circle you, slowly. “Growing up I always enjoyed hide and seek. I get a thrill from hunting people, "he says. His breath fanning against your neck. You suck in a breath. When did he get so close? He backs away and starts walking around you again. You feel his hand slide against your waist.

“The rules are simple.” he says from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist pulling you back into him. “Don’t get caught” He whispers in your hear. “Not by me or anyone else” He moves to the other ear. “If you’re caught, you get punished” He whispers as he runs his hands up your body.

“Punished” You say breathlessly. He nods against your neck

“Two, Don’t leave the carnival.”

“Three, the game ends when the sun rises. Until then your all mine”

Your skin crawls at his words. A monster is holding onto you. You should just turn around and leave. But something deep down tells you, you want this. Wakasa starts kissing up your neck to under your ear. “I’ll even be nice and give you a head start.” He bites your ear before baking away. “Game starts now’ He growls out as he backs away even further.

“Wakasa”

“Run!”

You suck in a breath before turning around and running in what you hope is the direction to outside. You don’t look back.

Wakasa waits while lighting another cigarette. After he thinks he’s giving you enough time he walks out of the fun house. He stands outside, eyes scanning the carnival for where you might have gone. He knows this place like the back of his hand. His eyes land on the stables. He walks up to the pile of hay thinking you're behind it but doesn’t find you. He sees rope laying near the hay and grabs it thinking it’ll come in handy. Since he didn’t find you in the hay he walks into the stables where the animals are. The carnival has a petting zoo for kids. It’s one of the main attractions for families. He walks around looking in the pens but doesn’t see you. He lets out a groan as he leaves the stables looking around outside trying to find you.

He hears a bang coming from one of the food trucks. A smirk forms on his lips.

“Gotch you”

He walks over to the food truck that sells funnel cakes. Walking in he sees you under the counter. Your back is to him. He crouches down.

“Boo”

You scream, jumping and banging your head on the metal counter. “You cheated! That wasn’t five minutes” He shrugs giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. “Found you” He says as he inches closer. He grabs you by your hair and yanks you up. He looks around the food truck and notices someone left a fryer on. He smirks. He looks up and sees a hook. “Strip” He says, Your eyes widen “W-What?” “Did I stutter? I said strip. I told you if you got caught you’d get punished.”

You slowly remove your clothes, noticing Wakasa messing with a rope. He grabs you and spins you around so your back is towards him. He grabs your wrists pulling them behind you and starts to tie them. Once he thinks he has tied you tight enough he throws part of the rope over the hook pulling. It yanks your arms back and up. He pushed on your back, bending you over. That's when you see the fryer.\

“Wakasa”

“It’s called a punishment for a reason, princess.” The rope is the only thing that keeps you from falling face first into hot oil. Truth be told, Wakasa doesn’t want to hurt you. He isn’t going to let you fall

Wakasa has a hold of your hip as you hear a zipper. He has you hoisted so you're on your tiptoes. “Hope you're good at balancing” He says as he shoves himself into you, filling you up. You let out a gasp as he starts a hard pace. His grip on your hips is bruising. He’s slamming into you so hard you're rocking back and forth. Face going closer and closer to the oil. You close your eyes. Wakasa thinks this is a good thing. He doesn’t want you freaking out. Not yet. He snakes one hand around you and finds your bundle of nerves. He starts rubbing circles.. He leans over you, laying his head on your back. Your moans are the only thing he hears.

“G-gonna come” You whimper out. “Come for me, princess” He whispers as he picks up his pace. He’s not going to last long. You cunt has his cock in a vice grip. You shake as euphoria hits you. Wakasa isn’t far behind filling you up.

He pulls back and releases the ropes from your wrist helping you stand. You turn towards him and he moves the hair out of your face gently kissing you. He pulls back. Sinking to his knees. He’s dripping out of you. He starts licking, sucking and nipping as you thread your fingers into his hair pulling. He groans against you tasting the mix of you two. He pulls back after he has you coming for him. He stands and grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking it back. “Open” You do and stick your tongue out. He spits in your mouth. You taste both of you on your tongue. “Swallow,” He says. You close your eyes as you swallow the mix of both of you down.

“Good girl” He whispers against your lips before pulling back.

You go put your clothes on as he tucks himself back in his jeans. He kicks the clothes away from you to the corner of the food truck. “I need those” you say “No you don't, carnivals closed” “What about the other carnies?”

“First rule”

“One” Wakasa begins to count. You grab your clothes and run out of the food truck trying to cover yourself hoping no one is outside. You don’t waste any time trying to get dressed. You frantically look around the carnival and run towards one of the rides hopping into it and laying down so no one sees you. You throw your shirt on and wiggle into your pants. You curl up in a ball hoping you’ve escaped Wasasa this time.

You can hear someone walking close by. You crawl out and run towards the ferris wheel. You grab onto the steel pools and hoist yourself up starting to climb.

Don’t look down Don’t look down, you keep repeating You climb till your at the top cart. You grab onto it and yank yourself up, throwing your leg over the edge and falling into it. You slam onto the bottom and the cart starts to rock back and forth

Shit

He’s going to see. You try to move without moving the cart more laying down on your back. You don’t know how much time has passed since you’ve been up here. Has it been twenty minutes, an hour? You’re hoping Wakasa forgot about you or gave up. You crawl to the edge of the cart and peek out of the side. Your eyes widen at seeing Wakasa leaning up against a pool smoking. How long has he been there? He sees you and smirks up at you before walking over to the control station. The ride starts to move but no music or lights are on.

“You almost did it” He yells up at you “Really made me work hard for this one”

“Rule one” You yell “Good you know what comes next”

“You haven’t caught me yet”

“Princess, if you think i'm climbing up there after you, you’re dumber than I thought” He says “No where else to run. Pretty shitty hiding place huh?”

“It took you a while to find me though” You yell down

“Who says I wasn’t here the whole time, just letting you think you’ve won”

“How many guys besides what’s his face did you say you’ve slept with?” He yells “Zero? I don’t believe that for a fucking second. I’m not calling you a whore but- yeah you know what I am.”

Six baskets away

“Why are you here? I told you I didn’t want you. I told you to leave. You’re only here as long as I don’t get bored of you. I get bored easily. What happens then?”

Four baskets away

“The game ends as soon as I get tired of your sweet little cunt. That’s the only thing interesting about you.” You sniffle “Oh poor me, the sad insecure girl who will let any guy who asks have their way with me as long as I get some attention. What’s your limit? Where does this end, huh? You gonna let me tie you up, beat you, cut you? Just for a little attention? Or don’t you care about any of that as long as your cunt is stuffed? That’s pathetic. You’re fucking patheric, you know that? This is a big waste of my time. I could find someone so much better but I got stuck with you. You’re disgusting.”

Your basket is next. You curled up in a ball trying to stop the tears before you feel someone grab a fist full of your hair and yanking you up. “You could have hid better than that, princess,” You hear Wakasa say. He jumps into the ride sitting down in the seat.

“Punishment number two”

“Wakasa you’re scaring me.”

“Punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyable for you, sweetheart, but admit it. You like it”

Wakasa spreads his legs as he slouches in the seat. “But that doesn’t make this much of a punishment for you does it? Eh, it's still fun anyways” He says with a shrug “Now suck my cock”

“What?”

Wakasa pats his lap and he grins down at you. “You’re joking.” “Does this look like a joke?” He asks as he unzips his pants “I want you to suck my cock, so suck my coke.” He says as he pulls himself out of his pants. You crawl between his legs sticking your tongue out licking up the shaft, pre-come runs down onto your tongue. You take him into your mouth as his hand finds the back of your head. You bob up and down sucking and licking. He groans from above you, throwing his head back. “That's right you’re my little slut. My little cock sleeve” You move faster as his grip on your hair tightens. He shoves you down, taking him down your throat before he fills your throat. You swallow, sticking your tongue out when after.

“Good girl” He says as he smashes his lips into yours tasting himself. “My perfect little whore” He whispers “Now run”

You jump out of the cart and run. You’re out of places to hide so you go to the only place you can think of. The fun house. You run in, not able to see anything. You put your hand against the wall to try to find your way. You scrape your hand a few times on loose nails. Wakasa isn’t far behind you. You find the dressing room and run in there hiding behind a mirror. Wakasa walks in after you. He's wearing a mask.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are” He says as he walks around the room pushing things out of his way. “I know this place like the back of my hand. I know when something is out of place”

He moves the mirror you’re behind. “Found you” He grabs you by your hair and drags you to the middle of the room. “What the fuck is up with the mask?” You ask, only able to see because he flipped the flashing lights on. Fog starts to fill up the room. “I’m spite the clown” He says “It’s supposed to be hot” You snort before he slams you against a mirror. You hear it crack as glass falls to your feet. He lifts the mask up to his nose and slams his lips against yours. He pulls your pants down, shoving two fingers into starting a fast pace. You groan into the kiss. He pulls away, flipping you around and pushing you into the mirror. He pulls the mask back down and pulls himself out of his pants slamming into you. You moan as he starts rocking back in forth looking in the mirror watching yourself be fucked by a clown.

Moan and the sound of skin on skin fill the room. Wakasa has his head thrown back as he slaps your ass so hard you know it’ll bruise. You match his movements, slamming your hips back in rhythm with him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this pussy” He moans “You’re mine, fuck your all mine.” He says. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine and that I can keep you.” And you do. You tell him, you tell him you’ll do anything he asks as you come all over his cock. He isn’t long behind you filling you up.

You both get dressed. I hate this Wakasa thinks I want her naked all the time.

You both walk out of the fun house together. Wakasa looks up at the sky and sees the sun coming up. He sighs

“Game over” You say, He looks at you “Guess so. You can go back to your perfect little life now.”

You shift on your feet feeling the chill of the autumn air. “You okay?” He asks You nod your head “Yeah”

He brushes hair out of your face seeing an emotion in your eyes he can’t make out, but he knows it’s not good.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” You say. He nods his head. “Maybe” He doubts it and for some reason that hurts him. Fuck Wakasa get it together. It was just one night. You’ll just have to find another girl some other night and forget about her.

You turn walking away after waving bye.

Fuck do something Wakasa. What happened to “Can I keep you?” You continue to walk. Don’t look, don’t look. If you look it’ll hurt more.

With a sigh, Wakasa watches you walk away, out of the carnival, and out of his life.

[tojisbbg]

𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞  

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1

a/n: i love putting mikey and izana stans through pain lolz. 

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

nothing ever lasts forever. 

you looked at the roses that were becoming shriveled up, slowly withering. the cold, unforgiving winter was soon to come. the grassy fields filled with flowers and little creatures of mother nature would be embraced by cold arms, blanketed with snow. 

you bitterly grimaced at how this pathetic flower was used as a symbol of love. ironically, it fits. 

love?

no such thing truly exists, and even if it does, it’s either fake or bound to die in the future. 

you leaned down, picking up one of the sorrowful roses from the royal garden, looking at it with pity. while plucking off the petals, you accidentally pricked your finger from one of the thorns on the stem. 

you were startled from the short-lived pain, looking at your index finger as you saw the small droplet of the crimson red liquid. 

“you truly are evil.” you whispered, throwing the stupid flower on the ground just like any other worthless piece of trash. 

“princess! what are you doing out here in such weather?! you’ll catch a cold!” one of the maids rushed in, concern and fear written all over her face. 

“could i never get a second of peace and quiet? what is it that you need?” you harshly spat out, knowing that these stupid women didn’t care for your actual well-being. 

they were ordered to for the sake of their pockets being filled. 

of course, the world had to revolve around money and green of us filthy human beings. 

“the king and queen has requested for you.” she spoke with a low voice, eyes not meeting your glaring ones. 

“tell them to fuck off.” you bluntly replied, getting up to walk towards the orchid tree that was located way far back towards the end of the garden. suddenly, you felt the maid drop on her knees, holding one of your legs. 

“what the fuck, get off of me!” you tried to wiggle her off, but she shook her head in refusal. 

“please, princess! your father has already threatened all of us to have our heads chopped off because of not having you follow your daily routine. you must come or else our lives are at stake!” she sobbed, making you look down at them with a disgusted expression. 

“you sick morons.” you grumbled under your breath, agreeing to head inside which made her thank you as if you were god himself granting her a blessing. 

the maid escorted you to your parent’s room, afraid that you might not stay true to your words. regardless, you decided to have it her way to save her sanity. after reaching the door of your parent’s room, the maid knocked on the door before entering. 

“the princess is here, your highness.” she informed before taking her leave which was your cue to enter. you closed the door behind you, seeing the both of them sitting on the edge of their bed, looking at you with a small smile. 

“why did you call me?” you asked, cutting straight to the chase. you knew that your parents were filled with bullshit, all they cared about is being the most powerful kingdom to ever exist. 

power, money, fame. 

they wanted it all and it made you sick to your stomach. your morals and view on topics that were flaming hot to them largely differed. you just wanted to live a simple life, and it’s not that you’re an ungrateful brat. 

you just have the world’s shittiest parents. 

“is that how you were taught to speak to people, y/n?” you father snapped back at you, clearly displeased by your response. 

“i don’t even speak to anyone in general, so who cares?” you commented with a shrug, making your mother sigh in disappointment. 

“well, you will eventually one day in the future. you’ll inherit the throne, have a husband and lead your joined kingdoms until you pass it down to your kids.” she explained to you with a soft tone, nearly making you gag. 

“me? marriage? as if.” you laughed, but your parents only looked at you with a serious expression. your voiced died down, now looking at them with nothing but shock and disbelief. 

“why are you both quiet? tell me it’s a joke, what’s wrong with you?” you angrily scoweled, but they remained quiet. 

“y/n, you’re no longer our little girl anymore. you’re a young woman now, who’s ready to fulfill her duties as the future queen and as someone’s wife.” your father tried to caress your cheek in a loving manner, but you swatted his hand away, on the brink of tears. 

“how dare you! does my voice or opinion not have any worth to you guys? how can you decide such a big thing for me without even thinking about if i want it or not!” you raged, wanting to dig yourself a small grave right on the spot you were standing in. 

“you don’t have a say, y/n! what don’t you understand?! you must get married, it’s an order by our law and nature. you’re a princess for god’s sake!” your mother scolded you, getting fed up from such childish behavior from you. 

“then fuck being a princess, i’ll run away.” you threatened, your tears streaming down your face as your heart ached. 

“you know that’ll never work, so stop being immature and try to accept things as how it is.” your father snickered, making you wanna rip your hair out. 

“then i’ll end my life.” it was a rather rash thing to say, but it caught the attention of your parents, especially your father. he clutched onto his chest, breathing heavily, which alarmed your mother. she quickly rushed to his side, laying him down on the mattress while you watched with a blank expression.

“how dramatic. he should’ve signed up to become a theater entertainer than be a king.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“y/n! that’s enough.” your mother said through gritted teeth, fanning your father who coughed like a man that’s been smoking thirty cigars a day. 

“if you both are done wasting my time, may i leave?” you yawned, getting bored of the same kind of shit that you had to go through nearly every day. 

she didn’t bother looking up at you, ignoring your words as a way to indicate that she didn’t care. 

“could’ve just said yes, y’know.” with that being said, you turned your heels and walked out, making sure to slam the door extra hard to piss them off even more. 

you giggled after hearing the noise echoing through the empty halls, knowing for sure that your parents are probably talking shit about you right now. you hummed a small tune as you walked to your room. 

“they’re crazy to think that i would actually agree to this shit.” you talked to yourself as you began to strip out of your gown, throwing it on your bed before walking inside your bathroom. 

you shoved a finger inside the tub, checking if the temperature was right. you grinned in content, feeling the warmth of the water as you eagerly stepped in, lowering yourself slowly. 

you couldn’t help but feel sorry for yourself. there are thousands of people out there who wished to be in your spot right now, living the life as a princess. 

but, they only see your life from a small glass window, not being able to peak further deep inside. 

they think that just because you bathe in luxury every day, your life is perfect. what they don’t see is how trapped you feel, how your parents are so controlling over your life, almost as if you were their very own puppet. 

why?

you were hidden away from your whole life, envying the lives of commoners. you were homeschooled while everyone else went to public schools. you had no friends nor were you allowed to explore the village because it makes you appear improper. you have to wear bigass, itchy and uncomfortable gowns every day. 

you hated it, absolutely hated it with every fiber in your body. if only all of your problems could be drowned like this, then maybe life wouldn’t have been so bad.

“i don’t care what it takes, i won’t be getting married.” you promised yourself, sinking deeper into the tub until you were completely submerged in the water. 

...

“no, no! you can’t do this to me! i’m your fucking daughter, not a puppet. please, don’t do this. i’ll do anything, just don’t give me away.” you pleaded to your mother as you sat on your bed, dressed into the wedding dress that the maids successfully had shoved you inside. 

“y/n, my baby, please just listen to me. your father and i love you so mu-”

“bullshit! absolute bullshit, stop lying to me! god, all you both ever do is lie! fuck, i hate you guys so much.” you wept, not caring that you had streaks of mascara running down your face. 

“you need to understand that your father isn’t in the best condition to rule the kingdom. his heart problems are getting worse, and i won’t be able to take care of everything all by myself. joining our kingdom with the kurokawa’s would lessen the burden on us.” she tried to reason, taking a napkin to wipe away your ruined makeup as you looked up at her with glossy eyes, seeing not a single hint of care or adoration. 

her eyes looked empty and you knew that these people would not hesitate to sell you off like some kind of livestock if they needed some money. 

“you guys disgust me. all you care about is your benefits and never about me. you want me to get married? fine, i’ll get fucking married. since you guys along with that fucker that agreed to this shit basically ruined my life, i’ll make sure to return the favor.” you smirked, getting up as you grabbed the smashed bouquet of flowers. 

“y/n-”

“don’t wanna hear it.” you cut her off, walking off to head downstairs where the chapel was. you saw your father waiting down by the stairs for you, looking at you with a horrified face. 

“y/n? your makeup is-”

“does it look like i care? are you gonna walk me down the aisle or should i go by myself?” you impatiently said, making your father’s jaw drop from the sudden change of attitude. you avoided eye contact with him, not being able to bear the sight of how your father looked pleased with the change of heart you had, completely overlooking the fact of how your eyes screamed in despair. 

“of course not, dear. come on.” he heartily chuckled, linking your arms together before leading you inside the chapel. your body burned with hatred, every step that you took felt like your legs were chained with weights. 

“you could hate me all you want, y/n, but one day you’ll realize that everything that i have done for you is for the best.” your father said, his words completely flying over your head as you knew that it would be no use of saying anything to him. 

it’s too late anyways. 

the doors opened, a blinding ray of light hitting you as you could picture the chapel looking as beautiful as ever, knowing that your mother hired the best in town to decorate everything. however, you kept your eyes on the ground, being led up the few step as your father finally let go of your arm. 

the priest began to read the wedding vows and midway there was a pause to allow the exchange of rings to occur. 

your soon-to-be husband extended his hand, waiting for you to place yours on his palm. his skin was tan, long slender fingers with a few veins being painted on the surface of his hand as well. with a heavy heart, you lightly placed your hand on his, making sure to have minimal skin-to-skin contact with him. 

“izana?” the priest called out, and for the first time, you’ve heard what your husband’s name was. 

“yes?” he answered, his voice deep and smooth like honey. 

“do you take y/n as your wife, promising to stay by her side through better or worse, sickness and in health, till death pulls you both apart?” the familiar lines were recited, making your vision become a blur with tears. 

those vows, these same sacred words to prove one’s faith and love to each other, it wasn’t meant for you or this izana guy. you had the right to wait for your knight and shining armor, your romeo and your prince charming. 

“i do.” izana said firmly, his voice not shaking at all as he was ready to seal the deal. 

“y/n?” the sudden intrusion of the voice startled you as you were deeply indulged in your train of thoughts. 

“what?” you blurted out without any thought, hearing gasps around the room as you swore at yourself before muttering a quick apology to the priest. 

“that’s quite alright, dear. do you take izana as your husband, promising to stay by his side through better or worse, sickness and in health, till death pulls you both apart?” the same lines almost seemed taunting you know, as if it was mocking your situation. you were thankful that the veil was covering your face, as your face was now covered with streaks of your dried tears. 

it was never supposed to be this way. 

you shouldn’t be up here getting married to some stranger whom you’ve never met before. as the crowd began to silently gossip among themselves, you felt like your knees would give up any minute from how anxious you felt. 

you had two choices. 

you still had the chance to run away, maybe even go abroad to another village far away from here and keep your identity hidden until you could get on a ship to go overseas. 

you don’t take izana kurokawa as your loving husband whom you swear to spend the rest of your life with through sickness and in health. 

you’re no princess, and you’re most certainly not qualified to be a queen who should rule such a vast kingdom. to all those stuck up people that are like loyal dogs under royal laws, you’re their puppet that’s being trained to become a loyal dog just like them. 

but you weren’t one of them nor did you wish to become like them. you’re not a dog who’ll abide by the rules, trained to serve their husband and a piece of land. 

no, absolutely not. 

you were a caged bird who wished to be free. you read many books that were stored in the castle’s library. there are about 18,000 species of birds out there, roaming freely to their heart’s desire. 

beautiful and colorful wings that allow them to explore different place in the earth. you wished to be like them, you too want to spread your wings and take a leap of faith in life. you want to go to the amazon forest, see the creation of mother nature. 

and you knew well enough that in order to do that, you must take a risk. it was a 50/50, but at this point, who cares about the odds?

“i do.”

...

the wedding was over and you were now headed towards the kurokawa kingdom, which wasn’t too far off from your own. it was a two hour car ride, you thought you would be able to rest in the comforts of your own room for the night. 

to your dismay, your parents had other plans. 

they had the maids pack up your things and have it waiting for you already at your new “home”. to you it seemed like your parents were only counting how much time was left till you would finally depart from them. 

assholes. 

it was an awful wedding. 

all the dishes that were served were shit that you were forced to eat as a child. it’s true that you were a picky eater but you weren’t always like this. the castle’s diet consisted of eating only clean foods to prevent health concerns like obesity or heart problems since they both ran in the family. 

to which you weren’t against at first. 

but you could vividly remember how when you went down to the village and stopped by a small udon shop to try their delicious meat udon special, your mother soon arrived and ripped you away from the shop before threatening to have you skip dinner. 

she would give the same lecture about how men like women who have a nice figure, long lucious hair along with a shy and soft demeanor. 

to which you would simply just walk off while she kept on going off, pretty much talking to herself since you didn’t even bother to listen to her bullshit. 

the guests were snobby, from both sides of the family. while izana was busying himself on entertaining those fools with a charming smile and soft eyes, you gave everyone who tried to approach you a death stare.

izana kurokawa. 

after you both exchanged your vows, it was time to show the god awful crowd the love and devotion you both have towards each other. 

a kiss. 

you were going to kiss izana kurokawa, who was now your husband. you were going to kiss a man whom you’ve never seen or heard of before until an hour ago. 

gentle hands lifted your veil as you slowly looked up, eyes meeting for the first time. it felt like time had stopped, you couldn’t stop staring at him. 

he was gorgeous. 

the title of a prince was meant for izana kurokawa. he was responsible, kind and caring. snowy white hair that was parted, mesmerizing amethyst eyes with soft white lashes, honey glazed skin and a small smile on his lips. 

izana bent down, his face hovering above yours as you could feel his warm breath fanning over your flesh. you closed your eyes, waiting his lips to meet yours. 

however, no such thing ever happened. 

his lips weren’t touching yours, barely brushing against them to say the least. yet, the guests roared with cheers and you soon came to realization. you opened your eyes, only to see those same lips curl into a smirk as he lazily eyed down at you. 

izana kurokawa was not your husband because he too didn’t want to fulfill that role in your life. 

you were not his wife nor would you ever be. 

“we’re here, sir.” the drive came to a stop as the driver announced the arrival to the destination, pulling up to the castle doors. izana hummed in acknowledgment, as one of the guards opened the door for him. without a word, he left with the slam of the door, leaving you alone in the car. 

“what a fucking jerk.” you grumbled to yourself, hearing the driver faintly chuckle as you shot him a glare from the backseat, knowing that he’d see it on the car’s rear mirror. 

“the hell are you laughing at, huh?” you boldly spoke up, making him look back with a small smile. 

“princess, do not be so naive. our prince is not like those whom you’ve read about in tales like cinderella or sleeping beauty. it’s not my place to talk ill about our soon to be king, but you’ll find out soon enough, so don’t be deceived.” he warned, making you harshly gulp. 

the driver was nice enough to pull the door open for you, offering a rough hand to help your get out of the car since your dress seemed like it weighed over a thousand pounds. 

the kurokawa kingdom was north from your own kingdom, but you never thought that it would make this much of a difference in weather. your wedding dress was sleeveless, making the cold breeze hit your skin as you shivered. 

you noticed how the castle was built on a hill, the grass was barely alive, most likely due to the cold weather. it was a mountainous area after all. 

“shall we?” one of the butler interrupted your thoughts, waiting with the door opened as you nodded. 

you entered the castle doors, seeing how the interiors were nothing like your boring castle design. it was purple and gold, art works of famous artists hung up on the wall of angelic beings, and the halls smelled faintly of lavender. 

“shall i take you to your room, prince-”

“that won’t be necessary, we have to talk about a few things. don’t worry, i’ll take it from here.” izana cut him off, walking down the grand stairs. 

“of course, sir.” the butler bowed his head before leaving. 

“we have nothing to talk about. it’s nearly midnight and i’m tired, i want to go to bed.” you groaned, trailing behind him as you were now in the living room. 

“there’s some rules that you must follow now that you live with me.” he informed, sitting down as he crossed one leg over the other. 

“how lovely, i came from one prison to another. life truly loves me, huh?” you bitterly chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. 

“how pitiful.” faux sympathy was painted all over his features, making your blood boil. 

“hey bitchface, who do take me as? you think that just because we’re married now, you could do whatever you want with me as you wish? please, don’t make me laugh.” you giggled, getting up as you walked over to him. izana’s face remained unfazed with his previous smug look. 

you bent down to come at eye level with his sitting stature.

“i never listened to my own parents rules, so, the fuck made you think that i’d listen to yours?” you taunted, cocking an eyebrow as he maintained eye contact with you. 

“unlike your parents, i could have you out of this castle with the snap of a finger. i’m not as sympathetic nor do i give a single shit about you like your parents. you are their child whom they tolerated, but to me, you’re nothing but a nobody. so, mind your tone when speaking to me.” izana strictly said, giving you a sarcastic smile as he was able to see that he made his point across. 

you sighed as you walked back to the sofa, plopping down while you waited for him to open his shitty mouth once again to tell you about his so-called rules. 

“your room is located on the east wing of the castle and my room is in the west wing, so there shouldn’t be a reason why i should ever see yo-”

“first of all, how fucking self-centered are you to even think that i’d go to your room? you think i’m some kind of bimbo who’ll be all dolled up on your bed or clean up after your ass? i’d rather die than go to you.” you angrily spat out, in complete disbelief that this jackass had the audacity to even think of you like that. 

“well that’s a relief, it’s good that you aren’t stupid. the problem is, your manners are so shit.” he scoffed, looking at you like you’re some kind of alien. 

“weren’t you taught to never cut people off mid sentence? especially, to your husband.” izana mocked, tilting his head to the side as he knew he was slowly pushing all of your buttons. 

“you want me to ruin the price worthy face of your so bad, huh?” you kissed your teeth in annoyance. 

“anyways, you should almost never come to my room unless absolutely necessary. we have many maids and butlers, so feel free to ask them about any concerns. second, i really don’t give a shit.” he blurted out, making you choke on your spit. 

“what?” you gasped. 

“you don’t understand basic english? i said, i don’t give a shit. you’re free to do whatever you please with yourself, you could go wherever you want with whomever you want. your life doesn’t concern me nor should mine concern you. we didn’t marry each other out of love, nor do we consider each other as husband and wife. just don’t make things too obvious. deal?” he stuck out a hand, looking at you with anticipation. 

“you got yourself a deal, prince jackass.” you stood up and began to make your way to your room. 

all you wanted to do was just sleep everything away. you wanted to drift inside a good dream where there was no mom or dad, no izana, no royal duties and no sadness. 

just you and only you. 

...

you rolled around in bed, not wanting to open your eyes and have the bright sunlight hit your sight and blind you. but, soon enough, someone barged into your room and it nearly sent you into a coma. 

you eyes went wide as you sat up, startled when you saw a few of the maids coming in. you grumbled under your breath, looking at them with a pissed facial expression. 

“god, don’t you people know how to knock?” you scolded, making them apologize as you let out a sigh. 

“it’s past lunchtime, your highness.” one of them informed you, making you look at them like they had three heads. 

“what?!” you screamed, sitting up as your hair was a tangled mess. you were still in your wedding dress, too tired the night before to even have the energy to take it off. 

“your bath is ready and breakfast has been served as well. lord kurokawa has gone out for royal duties if you were wondering.” the butler from yesterday butted in, making you scoff. 

lord kurokawa? what an arrogant asshole. 

“yeah to hell with him, i don’t care where he is.” you yawned, getting up as you shooed everyone out of your room. you hated noise, especially during mornings. 

mornings were meant to be peaceful and silent, relaxing and slow. they were only meant for you and only you. you stripped out of the poofy gown before detangling your hair and removing the remaining makeup smudged on your face. 

when you stepped inside the bathroom, a gasp of nothing but pure amazement and shock left your lips. it was a gorgeous bathroom, everything covered in marbel and polished. the bathtub looked like a swimming pool, making you quickly rush over to fill it up with hot water. 

as you sunk your naked body in the water, a blissful sigh left your lips as your eyes rolled back. 

this really hits the spot. 

you leaned back, closing your eyes as you began to fall into deep thought. you wondered, how would you spend the rest of your days in this castle? a part of you wished that izana was a little more friendlier, then perhaps you could’ve had a platonic relationship of enjoying life. 

well, that wasn’t that case, and maybe you liked it that way. 

you finished your royal bath and the rest of the consisted of you lounging in the castle. you had to admit that izana’s criteria and choice of the cooks had to be one of the finest, as both breakfast and lunch almost made you ascend to heaven. 

living away from your parents did rise some perks, and to make things even better, izana wasn’t around majority of the times. you were free to dress however you wished, no need for fancy dresses that squished your ribcages and made it hard to breathe. 

for once in your life, you were sitting in the living room with a huge bucket of ice cream in your lap while wearing a pair of shorts and tank-top. 

and no one could tell you shit about it. 

you heard the front door open, indicating that someone has arrived home. one of the maid’s rushed to your side as you shoved a huge mouthful of the sweet dairy treat in your mouth. 

“your highness, lord kurokawa has arrived.” she notified, making you lazily hum at her as you were more concerned about the plot of the drama you’re watching. 

“cool.” you shrugged before shooing her away, not caring that your fake husband came back from his royal duties. 

“is dinner ready?” the deep familiar voice questioned the butler who was removing his very expensive winter coat. 

“yes, sir. allow me to help you freshen up.” the butler offered, making izana hum in agreement. 

“god, do you wipe his ass after he takes a shit too?” you snickered, making the butler gasp as he looked at you with wide eyes. however, izana remained unfazed before turning to you with a small smirk. 

“oh, that’s not his job but my wife’s. however, it seems like she’s too busy being a pig.” he fired back, making you shoot him a hateful glare. 

“annoying piece of shit.” you mumbled under your breath before averting your focus back onto the huge tv screen. izana left to freshen up before sitting in the dining space, eating by himself. 

you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him, knowing that he lived inside this castle by himself all his life and did pretty much everything alone. you didn’t know much about the kurokawa family, but you knew that izana was the last person in the bloodline to exist because his family was brutally murdered years ago in a war that nearly killed your father. 

your thoughts would soon be gone as you saw the man right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. 

“go to bed, every electrical device that makes noise in this castle must be turned off. i have very sharp ears, so even the slightest sound will awaken me.” izana ordered, making you scoff. 

“well, i’m so sorry sleeping beauty, but that seems like a you problem. shove some cotton balls in your ears and go to sleep.” you replied, seeing his jaw lock in annoyance, making you internally high-five yourself. 

“you’re infuriating.” he grumbled, turning his heels before heading upstairs to his room. you laughed to yourself in satisfaction, throwing a few more popcorns in your mouth as you continued to watch your show. 

---

you groaned in pain, rolling over until you fell to the ground with a yelp. you winced in pain as you rubbed your ass. 

“fucking hell.” you cursed, not realizing when you fell asleep on the sofa. you heard a chuckle coming from behind you, opening your sleepy eyes to see the white haired fool sipping his tea while laughing. 

“i knew that was gonna happen, you stupid little girl.” izana shook his head in disbelief, continuing to fill out some paperwork. you stood up and marched your way towards him, glaring down at him. 

“you absolute jackass. this is why no woman would ever fall in love with you, stupid piece of shit.” you threw insult after insult at him, yet he seemed unfazed by your comments. 

“what a rough way to start your morning. you should go brush your teeth to get that bad breath and language out of your mouth.” he smirked, making you gasp in embarrassment as you covered your mouth, forgetting that morning breath exists. 

“i hope you choke on your tea and die.” you said in a muffled voice, rushing up to your room to freshen up so that you could give him a proper piece of your mind. but, to your dismay, by the time you came downstairs he was already gone. 

“coward.” you mumbled to yourself, settling down at your seat as the maids served you breakfast. you decided that you’ll have an outing to yourself today at the village, wanting to experience an adventure you never got the chance to fulfill. 

“excuse me, would you please drop me off by the village today after breakfast?” you asked izana’s butler, to which he gave you a polite smile. 

“it would be my pleasure.” he replied, making you contented with the answer as you finished your meal. 

you decided to dress in common clothing, a simple white dress that fell below your knees; decorated with strawberries. 

“you look lovely, my lady.” the butler complimented, and you thanked him, excited to try new things out. 

after reaching the village, you bid the butler goodbye as he promised to pick you up before sunset. 

your first stop was the flower shop, eyes glimmering at the colorful plants. there was roses, dhalias, petunias, marigolds and so much more!

“hello miss, how may i help you today?” the lady spoke, startling you a little. 

“your flowers are gorgeous! may i take a smell?” you asked, the lady giving you a warm smile before nodding. 

you went ahead and took a sniff of every one of them, sighing in bliss at the sweet scent of each of them. nature’s creation was truly heavenly and it made you wish if you could just run away to the woods and live in a cottage; away from the evil that resided in society. 

your eyes fell on the lilacs, sitting ever so prettily in the bouquet. you couldn’t help but think of how the color struck you and made you think of your evil husband. 

“would you like to buy any of them?” the lady asked and you nodded you head. 

“i’ll take those lilacs, please.” you said with a small smile, convincing yourself that it was because these pretty purple flowers would look great in the vase on top of the dining table. 

your next stop was to try all the food stalls, looking at your pocket watch and noticing how it was nearly lunch time. you decided to indulge yourself, ordering a bowl of seafood udon for yourself and a side of braised duck meat. 

your parents would’ve killed you if they saw you eating like this. 

but right now, food is life. 

you ate to your heart’s happiness, closing your eyes as you could feel tears of joy forming at the corner of your eyes. you’ve never tasted food this delicious before and it made you appreciate yourself for keeping your will to live still strong. 

you slurped the noodles like no tomorrow, gulping down the broth right after. you lipstick was gone, the corners of your mouth messy with the broth as you sniffled from the heat of the food. you quickly cleaned yourself up, not wanting to look like a pig in front of other although you did eat like one just now. 

you properly disposed the items and continued your little journey. 

suddenly, a weeping little toddler clung onto your legs. you bent down, trying to level your eyes with her glossy ones. 

“mama?” she cried, making your heart shatter. 

“did you lose her, honey?” you spoke with a soft voice, seeing the little girl nod her head. you embraced the tiny human, carrying her as you tried to calm her down. 

“let’s go find your mama then.” you smiled, patting her back as you began to walk around with the little girl in your arms. 

“ice cream!” you heard her squeal, amking you hum as your eyes followed the direction she pointed in. 

“oh, you want one?” you asked, to which she eagerly nodded, making you chuckle as you walked towards the small shop. you got the little girl a strawberry cone while you got mango. 

“so yummy.” she giggled, making your heart swell from her cuteness. you were walking towards the small flower garden, wanting to take a little break and finish your ice cream. 

until you noticed a familiar figure sitting on the bench with another person. you got a closer look and indeed it was izana.

with another woman. 

you saw him holding her hand while laughing, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she giggled. they both were sharing a slice of cake and you saw the way his eyes sparkled every time she breathed. 

was he always this sweet? how he tenderly caressed her skin like she was porcelain.

a foreign emotion of jealousy brewed inside you, a sudden wave of rage filled your insides. it was then that izana’s eyes fell on you, his smile dropping as he saw you with the child in your arms. 

“y/n?” he called out your name, and it sent chills down your spine as it felt so new to hear him call you without any insult. 

“izana.” you said his name back, making him swallow harshly. 

“do you both know each other?” the woman next to him asked, she looked and smelled like a princess, when you looked like a commoner. izana’s eyes begged you to make up some lie, to which you gave him a sly grin. 

“why of course we do, right izana?” you taunted, making the silver haired male grow nervous. 

“honey, i can explain.” izana turned to the woman, but she looked suspicious. 

“there’s nothing to explain. we’re cousins, that’s all. stop making everything so weird all the time.” you giggled, making your very much husband sigh in relief, not wanting his mistress to find about his little secret marriage. 

“ohh, nice to meet you. is that your daughter?” his mistress asked, and you contemplated on being truthful, but you wanted to spite izana more. 

“yup, this is my little princess. isn’t she the cutest?” you kissed the little girl’s head, making the woman squeal. izana’s eyes widened, not expecting you to lie like this. 

“she sure is! wow, you’re so young to be a mom though.” she commented, making fake sad eyes. 

“yeah, well, my husband loves me enough to give me such a precious gift. anyways, i should head back now. it was, uh, great meeting you.” you gave her a fake smile before throwing a side glare at izana. the expression on his face is one you couldn’t decipher, but you decided to not pick on it. 

you walked a good distance away from the horrid couple, until you felt the little girl squirm in your hold. 

“mama! mama!” she urged and you placed her on the ground, watching her run to the figure in the distance. 

“oh, my baby!” you heard the lady cry, picking up her daughter a kissing her lovingly. 

“thank you so much for keeping her safe, miss.” she noticed your presence, giving you a grateful smile. 

“no worries.” you nodded your head, ruffling the little girl’s hair before bidding them goodbye. 

---

you reached home, your mood not as uplifting as you had planned. you kicked your sandals off, walking towards the dining table as you placed the lilacs down. one of the maids rushed in, excited to see the bright and beautiful purple flower. 

“are these for lord kurokawa?” she asked, making you scoff. the thought of izana made your blood boil, especially after the shitshow that took place earlier. 

“no, you may dispose those in the garbage. i don’t want to see a single petal on my sight.” you strictly ordered, grabbing your purse to make your way up to your room. there you bumped into izana, who seemed like he’s been standing there the entire time. 

“move, fuckface.” you grumbled, shoving him to the side as you stormed upstairs. you felt him grab your wrist, turning your head to meet his lilac ones. 

“the hell is wrong with you? why are you acting like i’m diseased?” his eyebrows furrowed, making you roll your eyes. 

“say what you have to say because i want to rest.” you ignored his question, making him let out an irritated sigh. 

“since you already know about mai, i don’t think i need to explain myself further-”

“oh, don’t worry. i think i have enough brain cells to piece together that the almighty lord kurokawa has a side bitch.” you snickered, making him glare at you. 

“watch your mouth.” he scoweled, making you grin. 

“make me.” you challenged, watching him ball his fists as your words made his skin crawl. 

“you know what, i don’t even know why i thought i could have a simple conversation with you without wanting to murder you. your parents invited us for dinner this weekend, so act accordingly.” izana informed you before leaving, heading back downstairs. 

“got it! i’ll make sure that they don’t find out about your secret fuck buddy lover that you’re two-timing with, lord kurokawa.” you said in a mocking voice, knowing how much he probably wanted to kill himself right now because you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. 

you didn’t know why the situation with izana and his mistress got you so riled up. 

you knew that he’s not in love with you nor are you in love with him. 

yet, the idea of him with another woman made you furious. 

[itjazzbicch]

Helping Heal

Pairing:  Takashi MItsuya x Reader 

Summary: (MANGA SPOILERS SO IF YOU DONT WANT THOSE DON'T CONTINUE)

After Draken is shot and dies of his injuries, Takashi is in a deep depression, locking himself in his room, and the reader, being a close friend, goes to see that he was actually doing something in his room, and comes to help him during this hard time...

Warnings:  Manga spoilers, slight eating disorder? (Mitsuya hadn't eaten because he was sad :'( figured I'd make that a warning, but this ends happily I promise)

Word Count: 1k 

"Hey, Mitsuya?" I called out softly, knocking on his door softly.

He's been working on his design for the fashion show ever since Draken died. He hasn't left his room according to his siblings Luna and Mana.

Worried wasn't even a good enough word to describe how I felt about him right now. I dropped past his house to check on him, Luna and Mana explained that he had come out of his room for a change, and they were worried because he hasn't eaten anything in a few days.

Before coming back to his room, I went and grabbed him some of his favorite food from his favorite restaurant. Hoping he'd answer the door.

The door creaked softly, his back already turned, but allowing me as he returned to his seat on his bed.

"All done, huh?" I tried to smile, looking to see that he had his work covered up.

"Yeah," He mumbled, not even looking at me.

This was worse than I thought. He was always so lively with me, now it was like he was dead inside.

"Luna and Mana told me you haven't left your room and you haven't been eating," I said softly, shutting the door and coming over with the food I brought him, "So, I went and got your favorite."

"Thanks," Not moving a muscle, this was so hard to watch, but I still set up his food and drink for him on a small fold table he had.

"Cheers?" Holding up my drink, I was hoping I could get him to at least pick something up.

Instead, he stared at me through his bangs before looking down to the floor. I was running out of ideas and so, I sat next to him, hugging him tight whether he wanted a hug or not.

"Just let it out, Takashi," I whispered, fighting tears of my own, "I know you're hurting more than anyone right now. I'm here for you."

Clinging to my jacket, the veins in his hand were popping out from gripping so tight, sniffling before completely breaking down with his face buried in my chest. Hugging him as tightly as I could, I started crying too when he muffled out through tears and a cracking voice:

"I-I; I just can't believe he's g-gone."

"I know," I swallowed, rubbing his back and trying to keep myself together and help him, "But he still lives in here."

Holding my hand over his chest, hoping my words explained themselves, relieved when he nodded and hugged me again, settling down and taking deep breaths, closing his eyes as I cleaned his face with a soft napkin.

"Thank you," He whispered, sitting up and wiping at his eyes while I leaned to him, kissing his temple:

"I always have your back, Takashi. Always."

That made him smile some and it lifted some weight off my shoulders, growing lighter when he pulled the table closer, looking at his food:

"My favorite, hm?"

"Down to the very spices," I smiled at him, relieved as he took a bite, needing it literally for his health, and his soul, showing how much he enjoyed every bite with little expressions on his face.

I only brought myself a snack, but ate alongside him, eyes following his hand as they got his drink:

"I apologize for earlier. Cheers?"

"Oh, you're fine," I assured, taking mine and clanking our glasses softly, "Cheers."

Smiling and taking a sip, we finished up and I decided to clean up while he took a shower and checked on his sisters. Being extra careful, I made sure to put back all his tools away in their labeled spot, as neat as ever, and had his room clean.

All that was left was his final project which was on covered mannequins. I was curious to see, but also wanted to respect the fact that this was Takashi's masterpiece pretty much.

Just staring and zoning out, I jumped at the sound of the door creaking, seeing Takashi coming back in, noticing that I was wanting to see his latest pieces.

"Soon, Y/N. You'll get it see it soon," He winked at me, making me giggle and nod:

"I can't wait. I know you're going to win that whole show."

"Maybe," He hummed, sitting on the floor next to his bed with his brush in hand.

"No maybe's," I rebutted, sitting on the bed above him, stealing his brush and softly brushing through his ends, then through his hair in sections, "You better win or I'm fighting the judges."

Shaking his head and laughing at my comment, he was serious when he explained, "I don't really care if I win or not. I just want to honor him and his memory, our memories. That's all."

Knowing he meant Draken, that made me even more excited. He spent all that time locked in his room, working on a piece to honor him. It made me smile, running a hand through his hair and massaging his scalp, smiling at the dragon tattoo he and Draken had:

"He's gonna be watching, I'm sure, and he'll love it."

Hugging his head and kissing it again, I just wanted to keep all the bad emotions away from him, falling to silence when he tilted his head back to look at me.

His purple eyes glimmered from the light above us, just staring deeply into each other's eyes for a moment, till he tilt his head back a little further, lips perking to find mine.

All my breath left me, lips so soft, but making our kiss so deep, feeling all the appreciation from him, and something else, finding out what it was whenever he parted lips to whisper to me:

"I love you, Y/N."

Staying silent and still, he had to pick up his head and turn to me, arms latching him into a hug when he faced me, on his knees and hugging back with a sway, adding:

"I just wanted you to know that."

"I love you too, Takashi," I squeezed, picking my head up to give another kiss, "You have no idea." 

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[zerokurokawa]

An excerpt from my fanfic that I'm currently writing on Wattpad: REVERSE | Tokyo Revengers

Amber, my mother, was a very laid back woman. She would often do spastic shit like cut all her hair off because it was bothering her while working in the ICU. Currently, she has a pixie cut. Standing at about five foot five, she was tougher than any woman I know. She would work herself to the bone one night and then get up the next day to go get a new tattoo added to her sleave. Amber was the definition grunge. To me, she looked like a Winona Ryder but with tattoos and a nose piercing. Don't get me wrong, she's a genius when it comes to the medical field, but it's like she loses her mind when she comes home and lacks common sense - like the bike incident.

She also gives me stupid ass nicknames.

"Sweetie pie," She hollered while walking in the front door, "Mom's home, come give me a hug, I've got some shit to tell you! You would not believe the night I had."

"Mom, its fucking 8am on a Saturday morning, why? Why must you do this to me?" I stumbled up from the couch and walked over to her. All of a sudden, panic came over me. I had forgotten that Baji, of all fucking people, was also asleep on the couch. We had a movie marathon late last night and fell asleep. Baji was at the other end with his face buried in the pillow. Thank God he had long hair. Now, if only he could stay unconscious long enough until my mother goes to bed.

"The ER was rough last night, a bunch of punk ass kids came in all busted up," My mom froze, staring at the edge of the couch. "Who is that?"

"Oh uh…." I stammered. "My friend stayed over last night."

"That does not look like Zoe and I know she's your only friend." She said, peeking around me.

"Throwing shots at me now, are we? At 8 in the fucking morning mom?" I yawned.

All of a sudden, I hear a sleepy, manly groan. Peeking out from the curtain of his black hair, Baji sat up and stared at my mom dead in the face, eyes still blurry with sleep. He has no idea what's going on and neither does my mother.

"Let me explain…" I tried to console my mother before she got pissed that I had a boy in the house.

"You're fifteen, Val. Why do you have a boy staying over?!" She gestured wildly, but quietly, at Baji.

Baji still has not moved. He just keeps staring. I'm either royally fucked, or my mom is going to be cool with it. You never know with Amber.

"Keisuke… this is my mom, Amber. Mom, this is Keisuke Baji." I stared back and forth between the two. "I tutor him at school and we became friends, FRIENDS, and we had a movie night. By the time the movie was over, we had both fallen asleep, ACCIDENTALLY."

I stared hard at my mother in her face, willing her to understand my meaning and to please not embarrass me; but oh she started.

"Keisukeeeeee! It's nice to meet you! I'm glad you've been taking special care of my special daughter. She likes to do dumb shit, she got it from her brother, Kaine. God rest his poor soul."

"Mom, Kaine is still alive…" I put my head in my hands as Baji stood up. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which made shit even worse.

"Well, for the time being at least." She said stoutly as she stared at a shirtless Baji.

Noticing my gestures to put his shirt back on, he grabbed it, said a quick "hello", and then ran off to the hallway bathroom as my mother's laughs followed behind him.

"No but seriously, what the hell, Valerie? You gotta boyfriend now?" She turned to me with a straight face.

"NO MOM, Jesus, he's just a friend of mine. I can't have guy friends?" I emphasized the friends part. I decided to go and start making breakfast for all of us considering this was going to be a very awkward and long morning. I was getting the dishes out when my mother speaks up.

"So this is the part were I need to give you the talk, huh?" I turned around and just looked at her.

"Mom, God, please… no." I begged.

"You're having boys stay over and I want to make sure you're being safe! I started at a young age and I wanted to make sure-" I cut her off.

"Mom, I'm a virgin and will stay a virgin for a long time." I looked at her with a fake smile, trying to get her to shut up before Baji came back from the bathroom.

I heard a cough coming from the hallway as Baji stepped out and leaned against the fridge.

"I apologize for my rude behavior, Mrs. Delrey. My name is Keisuke Baji and we accidentally fell asleep while watching movies last night. I'm used to sleeping in a cold apartment and got hot. I'm sorry." He calmly explained and stuck out his hand for my mother to shake. She smiled at him and nodded in response, shaking his hand and greeting him properly.

"It's nice to meet you, Keisuke. I'm Amber, Valerie's cool ass mother." She smirked while making that statement. "I'm not like a regular mom, I'm a cool mom." She also likes to make Mean Girls references.

It was true though, my mother was very cool. She was chill about a lot of things. I didn't have a curfew and she would let me drive around in her expensive BMW when she was home. She also wouldn't care that Zoe would come over and stay weeks at a time with me.

I finished cooking breakfast as my mom practically interrogated Baji. I sat the plates down passive aggressively as she asked him the infamous question:

"Are you in a gang?"

The silence was deafening.

[giggly-squiggily]

I would like to request 🧡Bestie - "Why would you say that about yourself?" With Ler Mistuya and Lee y/n, I want it like, they're best friends at the start but then stuff happened and they ended up confessing to each other? Is that okay? It's like a platonic to romantic kinda thing. Like y/n be saying all the bad stuff abt them but they're used to doing that so they can talk normally abt it but Mitsuya just doesn't understand how they can just say that so casually, and yeaa y'know what happens next.

Oooo, this one's so good! I love a good best friends to lovers troupe, and with Mitsuya! :D I've gotcha covered, anon!

CW: Heavy self-deprecation, swearing.

Bestie: Why would you say that about yourself?"

“I’m unlovable.” You declared, nodding to yourself in acceptance.

“Why the fuck,” Mitsuya started, “Would you say that about yourself?” He stared at you, unprepared for your causal self-deprecation.

“Not in the general sense.” You corrected, regretting how you put that to your best friend. “Just in the romance part. I’m not anyone’s ideal type, Mitsuya. I’m the last pick.”

“No. Shut up.” He turned in his chair, getting up and storming over to you. “You better take all that crap back, you hear me? There is nothing- and I mean NOTHING, unlovable about you! You are probably the most lovable person I know!”

“I’m really not, Taka.” You gestured to yourself, feeling your heart sink. “What about me is so great? Besides, being single isn’t a bad thing.”

“Of course being single isn’t a bad thing. What is a bad thing however is thinking you’re gonna be single because no one would love you.” Mitsuya shook his head, sitting down across from you. “I hate when you talk shit about yourself. Especially shit that isn’t true.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked down.

“Oh you will be.” Before you could ask what he meant by that, his hands shot out to your sides, fingers wiggling and making you shoot up with a squeak. “Calling my bestie unlovable? Who the hell do you think you are! I’m gonna have to tell you all the things about them that are lovable! Number 1, their amazing freaking personality.”

“Ah! Ahehahahhahha! Tahhahahahakhahahaha!” You giggled out, curling inward as he pressed along your ribs. “Stahhahahp ihiihiihhit!”

“Number 2, how strong they are! Toman goes through it, and they’ve stuck it out since the beginning! Number 3- have you seen them? They’re so freaking attractive? Like- aphrodite hot!” He laughed along with you, working his hands to your belly and earning a squeal. “Don’t even get me started on their laugh! It’s so musical and sweet!”

“Tahhahahhahakahahhahahha!” You cried, falling back and pulling him down with you. Grabbing his hands, you interlocked your fingers with his, essentially holding them. “Ohoohkay, ooh…” That was when you realized just how close he was. “Erm…hehe…

“You wanna hear number 5?” He asked, voice barely a whisper. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his as you nodded. He smiled, leaning down and kissing your lips.Warmth shot through you, bubbling down your veins and making your toes curl. When you two pulled away, his face was just as red, eyes warm.

“That. That is why you’re so lovable.” He nodded, making you smile.

“Tell me again?” You asked, looking at his lips. “That last one?”

He told you again and again.

~Send me a pairing and a candy heart phrase~

[lovekz]

french kiss (9)

syn -> rindou has a crush on his older brother’s best friend. and literally doesn’t know how to express his feelings. but when ran isn’t available and you come to him for advice, he has an idea.

beware of.. marijuana use, hinted at cheating, rindou gets jealous

it had been just a few weeks after rindou lost his virginity to you. and he was feeling amazing.

just like he did when he was heading to that one place for his birthday.

rindou felt like he was on top of the fucking world.

he won you over, beat that inupi bitch at the game for your love, and even began passing his classes higher than he was.

rindou walked into the house with shion following behind, the two of them speaking loudly about something.

“shut up. can’t you see me and my lovely boyfriend are watching something?” ran groaned, speaking over the two.

“you have a room with a tv and sound system. give us this tv.” rindou demanded, tossing his bag down by the door.

ran looked at him with a raised eyebrow, before scoffing and muttering something into kakucho’s arm and giving his attention to the movie.

rindou groaned in annoyance, snatching up his bag and heading upstairs with shion following behind him.

“so lucky kakucho’s here.” rindou grumbled, before making his footsteps heavier to show his older brother that he was ‘angry’.

kakucho looked at the male beside him, before chuckling. “your little test done now?” he asked, looking back at the screen.

ran nodded his head with a satisfied chuckle.

“rin rin’s back to normal. but for how long?” ran muttered, looking up at his boyfriend.

“i swear to god if-” “you gotta let him live and learn mr. backseat driver.” kakucho sighed, running his hands through ran’s ponytail.

“these nicknames don’t get nicer.” ran grumbled, leaning into the bigger man’s hand as he chuckled.

but ran was right, as per usual.

rindou was always happy temporarily. when the fuck would this happiness end this time around?

~

rindou and shion were sitting in the room, playing super smash bros.

“i’m having a party tonight. got some fine big booty bitches coming. you ready to lose your virginity yet or what?” shion asked teasingly, turning to look at the younger haitani.

a grin grew on rindou’s face, before he tossed shion’s character off the map.

“actually. i already lost my virginity.” rindou said proudly, leaning back into the soft beanbag.

shion dropped his controller dramatically and looked at rindou with his mouth wide open in shock.

“to who?! and why didn’t i know?!” shion asked, quickly picking up his controller and pausing the game.

‘because you talk too much’ rindou wanted to complain. but he didn’t. something had caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

ran popped his head into the room with kakucho, eyes widened. his hawk ears must’ve heard what rindou had said.

“oh my baby!” ran said dramatically, stumbling over to hold rindou in a bone crushing hug.

rindou groaned, trying to push his elder brother off of him as best as he could.

kakucho chuckled, taking a seat on the floor next to shion and giving him a pound as a greeting.

“who’d you lose it to- sweet jesus! i need to know who this child will marry!” ran cried out, tossing his head back and putting a hand over his forehead.

“you won’t believe this. it was y/n.” rindou boasted, crossing his arms and cocking his brow in a mocking way.

the room got silent, everyone staring at rindou with a questionable look, and then looking at each other with a knowing look.

rindou rolled his eyes, before picking up his phone.

“it’s true. do you need to see proof or something?” rindou said, swiping it open and immediately going into his camera roll.

“i’d rather you not.” shion groaned, leaning back and covering his eyes.

rindou looked around the room again, and seen ran with a sour expression on his face. kakucho looked at him with a sorry look.

he was utterly fucking confused.

“am i missing something here?” rindou asked looking around the room.

the room stayed silent once more, before kakucho took a deep inhale and looked at rindou.

“does she still talk to you?” kakucho asked shortly, raising his eyebrow.

he had this serious expression on his face. one that rindou has never physically seen for himself.

“uhm.. yeah. we just haven’t spoken today.” rindou responded, raising his eyebrow and looking at his phone.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking, but she’s a good person-” “baise cette merde.” ran cut rindou off, before storming out of the room and into his own.

rindou watched him in confusion, before looking at kakucho.

he was doing that disappointed mother thing he always did when ran would curse in french before going to sleep.

“did i say something wrong?” rindou asked, watching kakucho follow his angry brother into his room.

shion said nothing, but went on his phone and blatantly ignored rindou and anything he could possibly say.

he had no choice but to shrug it off and change the topic from losing his virginity to her.

“is she coming to the party tonight at least?” rindou asked shion, looking at the blond.

shion merely nodded, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“good. i’m thinking of asking her out tonight. make it official, you know?” rindou chuckled, leaning back with a smile.

“i think i should go get the house ready for the party. got a lot to do, you know?” shion said, lifting himself out of his seat and grabbing his belongings.

shion couldn’t bare to look his best friend in his oblivious eyes.

~

going to the party, rindou rode with ran and kakucho. ran hadn’t said anything at all except for merely telling the younger haitani to ‘roll up’.

nothing more, nothing less.

and that’s exactly what he did.

“izana said he’s gonna be there. might be late though.” kakucho said, attempting to get the uncomfortable air out.

ran nodded, not taking his eyes off the road. rindou didn’t even budge.

“said he can’t wait to see you two.” kakucho tried again, looking at rindou through the rearview mirror.

“yeah? you told him the secret everyone’s been hiding from me too?” rindou scoffed, crushing the weed.

“rindou. tais-toi.” ran grunted, turning onto another block.

rindou scoffed, but did as his older brother said. he didn’t feel like fighting tonight.

kakucho sighed, leaning back in his seat and decided to play some music to try and distract himself.

it was like he was almost always in the middle of situations like this, and he was.

ran being the angry mother hen and rindou being the obnoxious spoiled brat who didn’t get his way.

ran pulled into shion’s driveway and leaned back, closing his eyes and sighing.

rindou pushed the two blunts up to kakucho, before taking his seatbelt off and getting out of the car.

“not smoking with us?” kakucho asked, rolling his window down and looking at rindou.

rindou shook his head and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “think i wanna remember this night clearly.” rindou said, feeling giddy.

“trust me. you’re gonna want to.” ran muttered, rolling up kakucho’s window.

what the hell was he talking about now?

~

the entire night, rindou was mingling and playing music for the party. he had lost all sights of his brother, kakucho, and shion.

from the dj booth though, he had more than enough sights on everyone there.

it was located upstairs by the railing, overseeing everyone that could walk in and out of the house.

all he really needed to find was you, which was such a difficult task for absolutely no reason.

yeah, shion’s parties were always packed to the fullest, but once you make it upstairs near the dj set, you can see and find everyone.

rindou knew that clearly. it was always how he ended up getting his dick sucked.

“hey. can i borrow that mic?” someone next to him said, looking oddly familiar.

rindou nodded, lifting the mic off the small stand it was on and handing it to the male beside him.

where had rindou seen him before?

after a few short minutes, there were taps into the mic and someone clearing their throat into it.

“goodnight everyone. may i have your attention please?” a familiar voice said, making rindou cut the music off.

no fucking way.

why the fuck was that inui seishu fuck here at shion’s party?

“tonight. is a very special night for me and my girlfriend. it’s our two year anniversary.” he spoke proudly, pulling the female into his arms.

rindou quickly turned off the flashing lights and put the spot light on them, watching him look up and give rindou a thumbs up.

the woman next to him was you.

“and i think i’m finally ready to move forward in our relationship.”  inui spoke proudly, letting you go and digging through his pocket.

rindou’s phone buzzed a few times, catching rindou’s attention. he didn’t want to watch this happen to him anyway.

[10:41pm] aniki -_- : look i know you’re still kinda really fuckin mad at me [10:41pm] aniki -_- : but i’m begging you here rin.. [10:42pm] aniki -_- : please don’t sit up there and watch this go down. don’t break your own heart like this [10:43pm] aniki -_- : izana said you can take his car so just please [10:43pm] aniki -_- : go home [10:44pm] aniki -_- : his keys are in shion’s room, yk what they look like [10:45pm] aniki -_- : fuck im so sorry

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[knchins]

Showrunners - Haitani Brothers

Summary:  After finding out your insecure feelings about your shared relationship, Ran and Rindou decide to show you just how much you mean to them. 

Pairing: Haitani Ran x Reader x Haitani Rindou

Reader Type: AFAB - She/her, Chubby

Rating: E+

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings:  Insecurity, some very very vague mentions of weight, brief talk of alcohol consumption, brief reference to drug use, established relationship/shared relationship, vaginal fingering, semi-public car sex, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, creampies, window sex, overstimulation, orgasm denial/delay, mentions of birth control, biting, choking, aftercare

Everywhere they went, it seemed that beautiful, perfect women surrounded Ran and Rindou Haitani. At clubs, in bars, on the train, in the street, it didn’t matter where they were, their striking good looks and sinister smiles surrounded them with those daring enough to date who everyone knew were bad men. Bonten’s elite with matching tattoos and dyed hair, suits tailored to fit their statuesque bodies, even good girls were tempted to go to the dark side. 

It wasn’t just that they looked like gods but they could smooth talk anyone they wanted to. Particularly Ran, who usually did most of the talking anyway. Rindou was quieter, more calculating, and more mysterious which made him as alluring as his big brother.

Their wandering eyes did not go unnoticed by you, their voluptuous girlfriend who somehow landed two of the hottest men in Tokyo. Sure it was complicated being shared by two brothers but they in turn provided you with everything you could ever ask for.  Ran and Rindou made sure you never longed for anything when it came to materials. So then why couldn’t they see how much it hurt you when the thinner, more fit girls hit on them and they flirted back? 

They could have anyone they wanted and while they were loud and clear when they said they wanted you, sometimes it was still hard to believe. There were times like tonight when you weren’t sure if your relationship was just a joke or if they actually cared about you. Their obliviousness to your ongoing discomfort was making you more and more wary of your relationship. 

Tonight the three of you were at a club owned by another member of the gang. They had a meeting in the back room with other executives as you waited for them by the bar, sipping on drinks as you wondered if you maybe should have worn a different outfit. You felt a little ridiculous in the revealing dress that Rindou had bought for you. While it was the right size, it seemed to show off more of your body than you were used to. 

You watched the door you knew they’d be coming out of anxiously. Lately, you had been feeling more insecure in your relationship. Mostly because it seemed that you could hardly ever have your two boyfriends to yourself. You always had to share, either with the gang or with their groupies that always somehow knew where you’d be. They ignored your presence and rarely even acknowledged your existence.

A sigh left your lips as you recalled how one girl attempted to befriend you in order to get to the brothers behind your back. It didn’t work, they had told you immediately what was up and while you were incredibly thankful for their faithfulness and honesty, it still made you feel terrible inside. You stirred your drink, not really feeling like being there anymore. 

The door opened, out stepping Sanzu, Kakucho, Takeomi, and then the brothers. A few groups of people clustered around them, either trying to hook them up with drugs or with sex. Ran and Rindou ignored them all as they honed in on you on the bar stool. Ran was smirking while Rindou looked stoic, eyes glancing at the men that had been staring at you. You hadn’t noticed their gaze, while it was the first thing your two boyfriends had picked up on. 

“You hardly touched your drink.” Ran said with a small frown, “if you don’t like it, I’ll get the bartender to make you a new one.” You wanted to sigh again. It wasn’t that the drink wasn’t good or that the bartender needed harassment from the brothers to make one even better. The two of them flanked your sides, shielding your body from those that had been checking you out previously. Everyone knew better than to mess with someone who was dating a member of Bonten. 

“No, it’s good.” You said as you forced a smile. Even now there were girls on either side of Ran and RIndou attempting to get their attention. Thankfully they ignored them, keeping their eyes on only you. “Did your meeting go well?” 

Rindou addressed you by your name, making you sit up a little straighter. He rarely ever said it but when he did it always made you clench your thighs. “Tell us what’s wrong. Now.” 

You attempted not to look distraught. “I just feel neglected lately…Any time a beautiful woman comes up and talks to you, you both flirt back with them. I know I’m not really good enough for the two of you but it still hurts to see you laughing and having fun with people that are better than me.” 

“Better than you? Since when?” Ran asked with a scoff. “No one is better than you sweetheart.” He glanced up at his brother, who nodded in return. “Let’s go back home. I think you need to be reminded of how much you mean to us.” 

Ran left to get the car while Rindou walked you outside, making sure to not look at anyone else as he did so. He didn’t want you to feel worse than you already did. Guilt had already started to creep up on him about making you feel so down on yourself. He and his brother both thought that you deserved the world and wanted to do whatever it took to give it to you.

Once outside, Rindou opened the back door for you and you slipped into the back seat of Ran’s luxury car. He joined you as Ran took the wheel to drive back to their penthouse that you had moved into not too long before. He began to drive as Rindou moved closer to you, his hand on your thigh as it crept up your dress. 

“I told you this dress would look good on you.” He whispered into your ear. “Did you not see all those guys eye fucking you? I could tell exactly what they wanted to do to you, it was written all over their faces.” 

You shifted nervously, feeling embarrassed by his words. Were there really guys looking at you like that? You hadn’t even noticed. You were too focused on your boyfriends and the other girls around. 

A finger brushed against your clit from the outside of your underwear, making you whimper as Rindou placed a kiss just below your ear. “All of Japan is going to know who you belong to after tonight.” 

Ran’s eyes flicked to your face in the rearview mirror before he focused on the road once more. Rindou had moved your underwear to the side and slid a digit into your wet folds while his thumb continued to assault your clit. Your hips bucked into his hand, the sudden need to feel more enveloping you. 

“What a pretty slut.” Rindou cooed into your ear, almost too low for Ran to hear. The words felt more like praise than an insult. He added a second finger, enjoying the look that crossed your face as he started to stretch you out. “Get into my lap, beautiful.” He said, and with some slight awkwardness, you managed to straddle his lap without him removing his hand from your cunt. 

A displeased sound left Ran as he could no longer watch from the mirror in front of him. He had to settle with quick glances while at stop lights. His pants were already getting tighter from the whimpers and moans coming from your lips as you bounced on Rindou’s fingers, wishing it was his cock instead.

You placed your hands on his firm shoulders to steady yourself in the moving car, your knees planted on either side of his thighs. He watched, mesmerized by your face as you chased your own orgasm, letting him add a third finger to bring you to the edge. The pressure was at its peak and you were so close to seeing stars that a cry left you when suddenly he removed his fingers from inside you. 

“Not yet,” Rindou said, in a voice that was a mesh between a growl and a groan. He grabbed your chin with his wet fingers and forced you down into an open-mouthed kiss. Your shaking hands hastily unbuttoned his suit pants and unzipped the zipper before reaching in and pulling out his hard crock from inside his boxer briefs. 

It fit perfectly in your hand as beads of precum that had bubbled on his tip were spread down his shaft for further lubrication. Rindou let you hungrily position yourself over him, not stopping you when you abruptly sank down onto him so that his cock was plunging into your eager pussy. 

He hissed out a curse at the welcomed warmth, pumping up into you immediately before tugging your dress down so that your tits spilled out the top. You tried to cover yourself, knowing the back windows hadn’t yet been tinted. “What did I say?” He practically snapped as he forced your arms away. “All of Japan is going to know who you belong to.” 

You were about to protest when he began to thrust into you at a rough pace, his hands now on your hips to keep you in place. Your head fell back as you soon forgot how you could easily be seen by other passing cars. 

Rindou leaned in to bite at your nipple, never stopping his insane pace as tears collected in your eyes as your growing orgasm returned. It hit you even harder than it would have previously, making you clench down hard on Rindou’s penis as you cried for him to lighten up his thrusts. 

He didn’t listen. Unless you said your safe word, he would do whatever he pleased. He fucked you through your orgasm until the tears rolled down your face. When you had been reduced to whimpers he allowed himself to slow down and release inside of you, filling you with what would be the first load of the night. 

He pulled you to his chest, letting you quiver and whimper as you slowly came down. He rubbed your back, humming a low tune in your ear that always helped you settle down. “Hope you didn’t break her.” Ran said from the front seat, grinning as he parked the car. “I have a hardon with your name written on it, baby doll.” 

Once inside with their help, the boys quickly disrobed you before Ran grabbed you up and led you to the large bay window that overlooked the city. “Ran…” Your voice was timid, not liking where this was going. Did they really need to live out their exhibitionist fantasies in order to drive the point home that you belonged to them? 

Ran ignored you as he pressed your front against the glass, your body on display for anyone who happened to look out of a neighboring building. You were too high up for anyone on the street to really see you at least. He was too busy spreading your legs and getting off his own clothes. “Let the dumb bitches watch. Maybe it’ll get through their thick skulls that we’re not leaving you for them.” 

He pushed into you, his cock more slender but longer in comparison to his brother’s. Because of Rindou’s cum still coating your walls, there was no resistance to him entering you. “Fuck, maybe you’ll even get pregnant tonight. Then they’ll really know.” He teased, knowing you were on the pill and the likelihood of you getting pregnant was slim. 

Your knees were shaking as you tried to hold yourself up by pressing your upper body against the cold glass. Rindou didn’t move for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. Besides he liked how you would start to squirm instead of begging him to move., When you started to move your hips, impatience growing, Ran chuckled darkly. “You know how to get me to move, doll.” 

“Ran, please fuck me.” You muttered, hot with embarrassment. 

“Tell me who you belong to.” He countered, giving a shallow teasing thrust. 

“The-” He thurst again making a small moan slip out, “Haitani brothers.” You said weakly as his blunt nails dug into your love handles. 

“Say it again, louder.” He said and you knew he could stay rock hard and still for as long as he needed to. 

Your aggravation began to grow, “The Haitani brothers!” You shouted back at him and he laughed once more before pulling all the way out and thrusting back into you with a harsh slap of his hips. 

The force of his movements made you worry that the glass would break as he moved at the same brutal speed his brother had. Their monstrous sex drives made it hard for most people to keep up, but somehow you had managed to satiate them one way or another. Still sensitive from the previous round, you whined and tried to move away from him to lessen the force of his thrusts. Only with the glass in front of you, there was nowhere to really go. 

Ran had to hold you up with his strong, likely bruising grip as your legs wobbled beneath you. Your moans reverberated off the window and into the room where Rindou watched with his dick in his hand, pumping it at a rhythm that matched his brother’s. 

“Ran,” You whined for him, knowing you were close to cumming for a second time. “P-Please,” He wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed gently to cut off circulation. You tightened around him in a way that had him groaning happily, releasing your throat to give you a rush strong enough to bring on your second orgasm. 

He didn’t last much longer, the undulation of your soft walls around his cock making him cum inside of you just as his brother had in the car. He fucked it into you until he was too soft to stay inside. 

Rindou had cum again as well, using a tissue to clean up before helping Ran get you into bed. Your entire body shook with the aftermath of ecstasy as one brother took your left side while the other took the right. They took turns peppering you with kisses and patting your head to soothe you until they knew you had safely come down from the scene. 

Once it was okay to leave you, Ran made you tea and Rindou cleaned you up before helping you get dressed. Ran returned with a mug of your favorite calming drink that you sat up in your large king-size bed to sip on while they relaxed on either side of you. “Do you think anyone saw me?” You asked, a little timid at the idea of being naked in front of strangers. 

Ran smirked, “Next time we’ll charge.” 

Rindou scoffed at his brother as you smacked his arm playfully before settling down to sleep. Tomorrow you’d be sore but they’d pamper you in any way you wanted. That’s how it always was and you slept well feeling reassured of their desire for you and only you.

I hope you enjoyed in, Anon <3 I'm continuing to work on more requests this week! I have a few more in my inbox I need to tackle.

[jaycewrites-192000]

Little Sis Gets A Boyfriend/Girlfriend

Summery: How will the Kawata twins react when they find out their little sister has a boyfriend/girlfriend?

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Little Sister Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): None

Written based on this ask

Boyfriend-

Oh you better hope they never find out about it. Seriously. These two get pissed and nearly kill a dude just for looking in your general direction.

So it only made sense to keep your relationship a secret. Ant it seemed to work for a while, you went a good three weeks of hiding your boyfriend from your brothers.

But like with all your secrets, they will eventually find out. And when they do...it will not be pretty. It takes everything in your power to keep your brothers from beating the poor dude to death.

While they were your older brothers, they knew they couldn't control your life. So begrudgingly, they let it slide. But make no mistake! They will have eyes everywhere whenever you and him are together.

Think you two will have a nice date? Not without your brothers trailing behind from a distance. Hanging out at your place? Yeah, your brothers will be checking in on you two every thirty seconds. Hanging out at his place? They will be right outside waiting.

Oh and God help you if your boyfriend is from another gang....

Yeah, the whole of Toman will be involved at that point. Not only are you the Kawata twins' little sister, you are considered Toman's little sister too. So if anyone, including your boyfriend fucks with you, they're fucking with Toman.

Now, what if you're dating someone in Toman?

It really depends on who you're dating in that case. If it's someone like Mitsuya or Chifuyu, they don't worry as much. But if it's someone like Baji or Mikey...yeah then they get a little worried.

But hey, props if you managed to hit it off with Mikey tho. But just because he is their leader doesn't mean they won't hesitate to throw hands if he hurts you.

Girlfriend-

They act the complete opposite if you had a girlfriend. They would not be even half as concerned.

Oh and go ahead a dismiss the thought of them not being supportive. Of course they would be supportive of you and your relationship with the lucky lady of your choosing.

But don't get them wrong, if it turns out this girlfriend of yours ends up treating you wrong, something will be done about it. Now, they believe in the no hitting women rules just like everyone else in Toman. But that doesn't mean they won't do shit about it.

They'll either scare her off, or Emma and Yuzuha come and beat the bitch up for you.

If your girlfriend is from another gang, that is the point where they become a little concerned. If that's the case, they as well as Toman will keep a sharp eye on things.

Now lets say you were dating a girl they knew. Like Emma, Yuzuha, or Hina(sorry Takemichi). They would be totally fine with it. They knew one of those girls would treat you right.

Smiley would probably ask you dumb questions like: "So wanna share your secret on how to get the ladies?" Or "Is your girlfriend strong? Is she funny?"

Like boy shut up, that's your girlfriend not his!

Meanwhile Angry doesn't want to say anything offensive to you or her. He's somewhat new to same sex relationships and wants to understand them better so he can show just how much he supports and loves his little sister.

He's such a sweetie TwT

[kisakunt]

three things— ken ryuguji

draken loves you, and he cherishes your daughter.

fuck you @souyawn eat my dust 😒 anyway this wasn’t meant to be so long, not proofed at all and i wrote it in the car, nothing, just fluff, just dad draken, just draken being a dad, just yes

you’ve heard first impressions are important. the type of thing that sticks in someone’s mind forever; decides whether they’ll be able to really stomach you or not. you noticed three things about draken when you first spoke to him. his hair (and lack thereof), the way he held himself around his friends— even briefly—, and his bordering on ridiculous height.

you didn’t think that such trivial things about him would really stick with you forever; nor did you think they’d be your favorite things about him as a father.

“second, babe.” you’ve gotta go. you’ve called to him three times in the last five minutes, which seemed to prove worthless at the dismissal. she was going to be late, you knew she was going to be late, he knew she was going to be late, you’re pretty sure even she knows she’s about to be late.

okay. you’re being dramatic— you promised yourself you wouldn’t be an uptight mom, that the two of you would be ‘cool parents’, but this was a big day. so, no harm done if you just go and check on them.

full harm done. very full harm done. very full, loving, relaxing harm done. in full, arbitrated glory draken has your daughter sat on her booster seat at your vanity, child friendly hair products placed near them. your daughter looks fascinated, wide eyes gleaming in the mirror at herself, weighted fingers pointing at your husband in the reflection.

he’s got his fingers stretched out, loosely separating three segments of her hair. “that’s right, ‘s how i do it every morning.” he snickers at the way her eyes lock on his single braid, grin soft on her. “don’t worry, we won’t shave your head— unless you really want to.”

it’s her first day there. you know she’s supposed to be there at 8:30, you know its 8:13, you know it takes approximately 16 minutes to drive to her day care without speeding (which you think is much too long), and you can’t find it in you to care.

you watch. you watch, quietly, as he explains to her what he’s doing, you watch as he braids her hair so gently you’re surprised it’s sticking, you watch as she exclaims as the braid starts to come together, and your heart aches when she claps her hands together and babbles the word ‘matching’ when he’s done.

“gonna keep standing there like a stalker?” he’s talking to you, of course, but he’s still attentive on his daughter, picking her up and carrying her at his side.

“well, c’mon. she’s gonna be late.”

“daddy!” she’s almost shrieking. she’s in a phase you’ve heard where she’s extremely sensitive to new things, emotional, overwhelmed, and in need of good, parental support.

he’s there without a second thought, crouching down in front of her with observant eyes. “what’s up, sweet girl?” her eyes are so big it’s almost unreal, and they’re unruly with the tears on her lash line. grubby hands hold up two parts of a toy you’re sure was one piece before.

“i dropped my favorite toy,” he sits there without a hint of annoyance. he waits for her to finish through every hiccup of her voice, and even if it’s such a short sentence you still think his never wavering patience is admirable.

“that right?” his hands, which look ridiculous in comparison to her own, hover over the broken plastic. “mind if i take this really quick?” she shakes her head, hiccups turning into quivering lips as she watches him grab the pieces of the toy from her hands. ken examines it for a second, and then her, and then the toy again.

“well this is just no good.” he clicks his tongue, placing the ruined entertainment on the ground next to him.

“no good.” she attempts to do the same, her higher tone still pouty, and the click of her tongue sounds more like a slobbery exhale.

“right, you get it. i just can’t have this for my best girl, can i?” you almost want to laugh at the scene in front of you. he’s so diligent with her, calms her without even trying to, and he loves her with everything he has.

“well, first things first i gotta get you another one of these things.” she lights up, and then simmers back down, trying to mimic her fathers attitude. “but for now…” he trails off, head turning as he scans the room. you’re both aware she has a plethora of toys and she will quite easily get over this one, but he still plays into it, sympathizes with her.

“gotcha,” he lifts himself up with ease, smiling at you as he makes his way over to the book shelf you have lined with pointless trinkets. he grabs at one of the few toy motorcycles he collected in middle school— something you find adorable, that he finds remotely embarrassing—, turning back to her in no time.

“you gotta keep this secret, alright?” he’s back at eye level with her, equal with her. “this bike right here is the most important thing i own.” she’s fascinated with it. he’s so good at this. “i’ve been waiting my whole life to give it to someone who deserves to hold it, and i think that someone might just be you.” a tiny gasp leaves her already open mouth and his lips twitch up with yours.

“you think you can handle that?” she’s nodding, hurried, arms itching to reach for it but before she can move to grab at it he’s handing it to her.

“course you can. you’re my daughter after all.”

you’ve been walking for what must feel like an eternity to someone with barely any legs. she wanted to go to the park, and of course you wanted to oblige.

“‘m tired.” her hand is loose around kens, brows furrowed and eyes sunk in. she amplifies her response with a large yawn, dramatic and loud and definitely a play at heart strings. “can we go home?”

“sure thing.” he turns on his heel instantly. “want me to carry you?” you often wonder in moments like this what you did to deserve the life you’re leading, or if you ever thought you’d be here. it’s perfect; every ‘non-perfect’ thing is perfect, every argument and long night and unimportant mess is perfect because it’s them.

“no, don’t wanna.” he nods and then carries on, making sure you’re walking along side them before he starts again. not thirty seconds go by before your daughter speaks up.

“daddy, my legs hurt.” he hums, long drawn out ‘hmm’ leaving him and rumbling in his throat.

“want me to carry you on my shoulders?” now that’s an interesting proposition. your daughter loves being tall, especially taller than draken. she likes to stand on her step stool when he’s sitting to look down at him, and she always asks you to pick her up in front of him. and clearly she’d be taller than him if she was above him.

she nods so fast you’re worried she’ll hurt her neck. he crouches down again, lifting her gently over his head. he gets up slowly, muscles flexing under his clothes as he rises timidly enough to make sure she’s balanced.

“how’s the air up there? cleaner right?” he chuckles when he feels her nod once more; you know if he said the sky was purple she’d agree with him. he walks with slow steps, cautious of his movements as he holds onto her legs.

he doesn’t flinch once when she grabs onto his face or tugs at his hair a little bit. he doesn’t complain when a little smidge of enthused drool drips onto his head. you don’t think he’ll ever say one bad word about her.

draken’s a good dad, and you have a really good daughter.

hi i talk ab braiding hair but i write it with literally any hair type in mind. i also looked into how curlier hair braids just one / two braids just to make sure it was doable i don’t want to write any type of directed reader

[chickentendieboi]

Sano Manjiro ~ Smores

~Flufftober 2021~

~October 4th~

Word Count: 811

Masterlists: Main Masterlist Flufftober 2021

Crisp wind blew across your face and the smell of smoke filled your nose. Chatter was flowing around the warming campfire as the members of Toman spoke about their latest beat downs. It was a gorgeous October night, cool and slightly windy, the sky was tinged burnt orange while the sun set behind the changing trees. Draken sat next to Mikey with you huddle next to him. Chifuyu had half his back to you as he spoke with Baji, Peh going off about something with Pah while Smiley and Angry threw leaves back and forth with each other

Everyone else was chilling around and you sighed. "This is such a perfect night." You nudged your shoulder against Mikey's and smiled. "We should do this more often, everyone seems like they're having a lot of fun."

"So, I take it You're enjoying yourself." Mikey looked down at you, a hint of a smile plucking at the corner of his lips.

You smiled largely and nodded. "Of course I am. I'm with everyone so why wouldn't I be?" Your nose twitched as your eyes met and you shifted closer to him. "Plus, I love whenever I'm with you."

This time, his lips cracked into a smile. "Come on, come closer." He lifted up his arm, waiting for you to lean into his body.

You happily leaned into his body, feeling his arm rest around your shoulder while covering you with the jacket he always has hanging off his shoulders. "It's warm in here. The fire is keeping my feet toasty while you're keeping my upper body warm."

All he did was hum but that didn't surprise you one bit since you knew first hand that he was a man of very few words, even with you, his girlfriend. But that was alright, you preferred either talking about things or even just staying quiet with him. It's never been an awkward type of silence so really, it was just being with him that satisfied you.

"Hey, hey! I got the good!" Mitsuya yelled out, Hakkai in tow carrying a bag similar to the one Mitsuya was holding. The bags held marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers and extra long skewers. Your eyes lit up, this was one of the things you'd been waiting for all day.

"Smores time!" You cheered and much to Mikey's dislike, you hopped up from his side and rushed over to Mitsuya. You'd quickly grabbed 2 sticks with marshmallows placed on the end, the other hand held the graham crackers and some chocolate. "Make smores with me?" You had your eyebrows raised with a big smile.

It was a smile that always made Mikey cave, so even if he didn't want to, he still would give in to your request. Handing him his portion of the fixings, you took your spot next to him back, instantly lifting his jealous spirits from when you ran to Mitsuya. Dangling your sticks in the fire, you leaned your head on his shoulder. "This is going to taste so good!" You wiggled a bit, your feet tapping on the ground.

Mikey had his glance on you, for quite a while, not paying attention to his puffy mallow at all until your voice snapped him from his daydreaming. "Mikey! Your marshmallow!" You spoke frantically as you lifted your head and shook his arm.

He pulled out his marshmallow, fire charring it black and he puffed and puffed. Much to his dismay, the entire marshmallow was burned to oblivion and suddenly his face was in a pout, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk as he glared at his marshmallow.

You couldn't help but chuckle quietly because of his expression and you caught Draken sighing. Your marshmallow you pulled out before his, was a perfect golden brown and you quickly assembled your smore. "Mikey~"

"Nnnn. What..." He mumbled, the pout still prominent on his face.

"Here." You elbowed his arm before extending the treat to him. Looking down at it, Mikey eyed the smore for a moment before his cheeks deflated and he grabbed the treat from your hand. Munching on it, the goo from the marshmallow began to ooze off the sides. His eyes began to widen a bit as he enjoyed the taste of the treat. Your smile was plastered on your face as you watched him eat it all.

"Uh, what about you?" He questioned, licking the left over marshmallow off his fingertips.

"It's alright, I'll just make myself another one, I love making them so it's alright. I can make more for you too." You hopped up from your spot again, giving him a kiss on the head. "I'll be right back."

Those words played on his heart strongly and he knew you meant every word, not just in this moment. He always knows you'll be there for him, making smores or just life in general.

[anisespice]

How about walking around in booty shorts to get your man’s attention❤️❤️

you got it, anon! thank you so much for your patience and for requesting !! i took wayyyyy too long to do this lol wasn't sure who you wanted for this, so i figured i'd just make it into an "insert who you want" kind of scenario. hope you enjoy :))

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. talks about posteriors (lol), suggestive themes, and i think that's all.

notes: been sick these past few days, so had to put a hold on the next part of "the fuck it list" :((( but hopefully i'll have it up sometime tomorrow, didn't want to leave you guys high and dry sooo !! hope you enjoy ♡♡♡

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 ∵ The ones who are caught completely by surprise, needing to do a double-take at them double-stacks attached to your spine to make sure his eyes were playing tricks. You didn’t normally wear them around the house, at least not without a big shirt that usually covered everything, so clearly you were baiting him for something; and consider him hooked. It didn't matter what he was doing before you walked into the room, consider it DROPPED + IGORNERED + NONEXISTENT. On the game with the guys? Dropped. Typing up a work email? Ignored. Watching a show? Nonexistent. Won't put his hands on you right away, his mama raised him better than that, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But he will side-eye tf out your ass until you eventually have to say something—He looked like he was finna pass out if you didn’t.

"You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?"

"Thank FUCK, I thought you were gonna torture me forever - please come over here now please, thank you.”

TAKEMICHI, kakucho, chifuyu, angry, SHINICHIRO, kazutora, kyotani, kenma, aran, kageyama, deku, kirishima, tamaki, twice, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ∵ DOWN BAD AND PROUD OF IT. Utterly shameless, eyes waste no time honing in on your ass the second you walk past him, indulging his intrusive thoughts by giving you a light smack on that thang just to watch it jiggle. Wearing a shit-eating grin when you turn to playfully glare at him; he fucking knows you love it. Doesn't even care if y'all got company either, I mean shittt - you didn't when you decided to walk around with them shorts on. Absolutely will follow you around, feel you up and everything, homie cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. Not his fault you look so damn tempting, he just couldn't resist. Good luck trying to get anything done now, and prepare to be absolutely SICK of him. You wanted his attention, you got it.

"Oh my goddd, boy, leave me aloneee."

"Nah, don’t get shy on me now, babe. Nowhere close to being done with you."

SANZU, hanma, rindou, RAN, smiley, baji, mikey, MATTSUN, maki, tanaka, nishinoya, SUNA, ATSUMU, HINATA, bokuto, sero, denki, mirio, HAWKS, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ∵ Won't look like he's phased at all, you could be walking around in your underwear and he won't break a sweat. Honestly, he'll have you feeling stupid at first, thinking you weren't as irresistible as you thought. Fret not you sexy thing, that's just how it appeared on the outside. On the inside tho, that man was having some rather... depraved thoughts. He wasn't born yesterday, he knew you were trying to get a rise outta him, but he really needed to focus on his work right now. But, don't worry...once he's done, he got something for that ass later.

"You didn't think I was gonna let your little stunt slide, did you?"

kokonoi, WAKASA, izana, draken, MITSUYA, ushijima, KITA, daichi, kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, osamu, sugawara, oikawa, TODOROKI, bakugou, shinshou, shigaraki, dabi, [ insert anyone you want ].

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

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Mystery Girl

A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack

Rindou x Reader

Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits. 

For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.

It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker. 

Today was no different. 

Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone? 

This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd. 

“Rindou,” he calls. 

No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.

Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.

“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.” 

That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.

One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.

“What the fuck Ran?!”

Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.

“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.

“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.

Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”

Izana raises a brow “It’s?”

Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”

The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.

“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.

“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.

“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.

“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.

 “I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.” 

“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.” 

“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.

“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.

Ah, the big question.

Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.

He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.

“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news. 

Especially Ran.

“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.

“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.

Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.

“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.

Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you. 

“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth. 

“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue. 

“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool. 

“Please, shut up.” 

Bzzz!

y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.

Rindou smiles.

Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?

y/n: sure! On my way  <333

“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone. 

“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse. 

Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform. 

“Rin! I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown. 

“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.  

However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.

Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.

Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you. 

“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”

The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.

“Did she just…knock out Shion?” 

“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.

“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”

Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”

“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”

The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.

Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.

“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”

Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”

“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.

“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.

[celabi]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 w/ Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu

— slightly suggestive and swearing. PART TWO

[vinamari]

270 SPOILERS

YALL TIMESKIP BAJI, WAKASA, SANZU

(Y’all baji smut writers have an excuse now)

Correction y’all still don’t have an excuse, I was misinformed am sorry. They are around 15-16 again am sorry ☠️