#tw.smoking

[meiieiri]

rintarou suna who religiously puts his half-finished cigarette in your lips, something you’ve both learned to be accustomed to before you even became an item what with your colorful past as inarizaki’s favorite pair of hornyass hoodlums, as a generous reward after a long night of rough sex as you lay almost broken — fucked out, to be precise — on his strong lap — your eyelids fluttering close; fatigue lulling you to sleep, his still hardened cock resting on the entrance of your heat where the remnants of your vicious lovemaking dripped out of your cunt.

you remove the marlboro cigarette from your mouth to inhale the last of the luscious smoke you could get before you burn the filter, putting it out on the ashtray on your bedside table just as your head falls on rintarou’s shoulder, thoroughly exhausted. the comforting blanket of peace did not last though as without warning, you are awakened from the ecstasy of the afterglow, whimpering when you feel rintarou nudging his cock inside your aching pussy yet again. “rinnie, i’m tired,” you sigh helplessly. “can’t anymore.”

“then, sleep,” rintarou allows, pressing a loving kiss to your nose, before settling into a languid pace as he thrusts in and out whilst you moan softly in your restful slumber. he lingers for a bit whenever he pulls out such that only his tip was inside, his breath hitching momentarily and breaking into a low groan whenever he thrusts back in till you’ve taken all of him, his hand moving to settle on the small of your back.

[kamegori]

❝ Chapter One – Beginning of something new! ❞

TWST x KAngel! reader [ she / they pronouns used]

SUMMARY — Streaming and being with your lovely P-chan!!

WARNINGS – view the MASTERLIST for the full warnings! smoking, mention of sexual intercourse, yandere(?), mentions of sexy streams, swearing, slight nudity

A/N — I haven't written a story in a while so sorry if it's bad! And sorry if the reader's personality doesn't match Ame's personality that much!!

❝ [Master.list] ❞

❝P-Chan, Tell me you love me!❞ you texted your lovely P-Chan, you had just finished streaming as your internet Persona: OMGKAWAIIANGEL or short form KAngel.

Your lovely P-chan sent a cat emoji, it said

❝LOVE FOREVER❞

You smile as you send back a emoji, you quickly post as you thank your viewers and your personal account. You made a post that mentioned how much you love P-Chan !!

You notice how much likes you quickly get and with comments, it makes you feel happy.

You ignored the fact that you had Zero likes on your personal account post.

❝ P-Chan Can you make me some food! You texted them as they sent another cat emoji.

❝ OK ❞ it was a bit annoying when they would send you cat emojis inside of actually responding back to you but it was okay because they were your s/o !!

You sat down on your chair, thinking about ideas for your next stream. You sat bridal style on your chair as you looked at other streamers' live streams for ideas or just looked up things.

You groaned as you had no ideas, you sighed as you got up.

You got up and went to the washroom as you decided to take a shower, the feeling of the hot water was a nice feeling. Maybe you should do a sexy stream.

But what will it be about? If you do it, you will get banned and it will be very unfortunate for you!

❝ What should I do? ❞ you said out loud to yourself as some soap got into your eye.

❝ Gah! Shit! ❞ you let out some curses as you try and wipe away it.

❝ P-CHAN!! ❞ you yelled out as you curses yourself.

You could hear footsteps going towards the bathroom as it stopped outside the door.

❝ just get in!! ❞ you yelled out as you could hear the door opening, they say.

❝ What happened, (name)? ❞ you could hear worry in their voice, you had blushed for a quite second was they seemed worried.

❝ I got soap in my eyes! ❞ you said as they pushed the curtain to the side and got a towel for you.

It felt a bit uncomfortable but a good feeling at the same time, you wondered how their face looked. ❝ Thank you ! ❞ you grab the towel and wipe your face, you open your eyes it felt weird but you were happy you were able to see again.

I mean if you were blind, you can't stream or see comments of worries by the people of the internet!!

❝ The food is done as well… ❞ they said as before you could like at their face, they had walked out the bathroom.

You grind your teeth in disappointment, you turn off the shower and dry off your body. Maybe you should post a picture of you in the KAngel costume of course in just a towel?

You thought to yourself about it but it probably wasn't a good idea, poor P-Chan would be worried and you wondered if you would get banned.

❝ This sucks so muchh!! ❞ you said out loud as you putted on your clothing, still had no ideas for the next stream.

You went to the table and sat down as They placed down two plates and two cups just for the two of you.

After they settled up everything, they sat down as you watched them cut your steak, good thing they had gone shopping for food !

❝ Thank you! ❞ you said as you began eating, ❝ Of course, no problem. ❞ they said to you with a smile on their beautiful face.

❝ Do you have any ideas? ❞ you decided to ask, as they looked up at you, they had a confusing face for a moment than they smiled.

❝ What about we don't stream tomorrow and just hang out, you know we never did like couple stuff since a few days.. ❞ they said with a smile, you only had a single thought in your head.

❝ You mean sex? ❞ they had a look of surprise as they blushed and waved their hands.

❝ N-No! Like hanging out, shopping, going on a date!! ❞ they had quickly explained, you can't help but look at them with a smile.

❝ Well… I guess we could.ooh!! I might find an idea if we do! ❞ you said with a huge smile, thinking about ideas you could think about while going out on a date with them!

They just simply smiled and nodded their cute head!

❝ That works as well ❞ they said, just happy they could go on a date with you. Finally after a few days you didn't notice it.

The food was good but you had a craving for quick smoke.

You got up and quickly kissed their cheek before going to your coat and grabbing a cigarette and a lighter.

❝ Do you want to join me? ❞ you said but quickly said nevermind, you didn't want to get them black nasty lungs! It would be unfortunate if they managed to choke on it and die!!

You quickly grab out a smoke and light it, you want to get rid of some stress. You knew it was bad but at least you don't have nasty yellow teeth!! You bet you look cute while doing it.

You wished that you could post a picture of you in a KAngel costume but you bet some people would make a big deal of it as a "innocent and pure" streamer that smokes and swears.

You remember seeing people get flamed on for smoking, it was funny that they got caught or were stupid enough to post it

You pretend that you didn't have a thought about it earlier.

❝ It's getting quite late, we should head for bed now.. ❞ you hear their voice, it was soothing and nice to hear, you quickly blew out and spoke.

❝ in a few minutes ! ❞ you said as you heard water running and dishes softly hitting each other as you suspected that they placed down a plate on another one.

You dropped the smoke on the ground, not on your ground but the ground ground.

You watch as you see the cigarette hit the concrete ground, you smile and thought to yourself it was now someone's mess to take care of.

❝ quit washing the dishes and let's go sleep now ! ❞ you said, hoping they would stop but they didn't so you pouted but they gave you a look of sorry.

❝ I will enjoy you later, I promise (name) ❞ they said as you nodded, you went into your room and lay down. Sometimes you dislike being by yourself, especially when it's all dark. You sighed and closed your eyes, you hoped that time would go fast and they would get next to you. Next to you forever, sometimes you wished that you could stitch your body and theirs together so that you could be one.

It wouldn't be necessary, it's because you believed that they would never leave you. You would make sure that they would never leave you, they couldn't find someone better than you.

After moments later that felt like days without them, the door had opened and they smiled at you.

❝P-Chan, you would never leave me right? ❞ you said as they looked at you.

❝Of course not, I will never… ❞ they said as you smiled and crossed your arms.

❝ i already knew it! You could never leave me. ❞ you said as you looked at them, they smiled and kissed your forehead.

You hoped that you could have a good time on your date and that you could find ideas for the next stream!

[vemuabhi]

Lemme scream into my pillow!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HI MOOTIE BABY!! can i ask for stoner suguru for your moodboard?

[prttykittes]

Gosh, I hate smoke addicts especially the ugly ones (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ like don't throw a kid tantrum with your ugly yellow teeth, smoke addicts who are hot are hot tbh.

[freak1ish]

❛I might not have eyes in the back of my head but I know you are there, so why don't you come out and stop skulkin' in dark corners?❜ He says, his words slightly muffled by the cinnamon scented cigarette dangling from his mouth. ❛Did you honestly think I wouldn't hear you over my piano? If so, then you clearly don't know who you are DEALIN' with.❜

[savoies]

that transition is pretty sick though. (via espn.)

[manjiroscum]

la isla bonita

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sexual themes, mature language, smoking, unprotected sex, slight predator/prey play, slight dub-con, mentions of threesome, mentions of double vag, squirting, fingering, degradation, and beach sex. Minors do not interact.

Note: reposted this bc it wasn't showing up on tags :( anyway, lol hope you enjoy this chapter :) 💖

➴masterlist

Synopsis: The younger Haitani is either out to make amends or to infuriate you further.

✃WC: 5.5k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5

chapter iii | chapter v

CHAPTER IV - SEX ON THE BEACH

Birds of green and yellow flew off from the trees when a shrill cry of frustration broke into what was supposed to be a peaceful morning. Takeomi winced at your scream audible even from where he sat by the shore, smoking his third cigarette of the day. He wanted—needed to save up the remaining sticks he had; else he would turn crazy. Rather have black lungs than act like his younger brother. Yet, with every scream and Sanzu telling you to pipe down, the older man was tempted to just light up all his limp cigarettes and pollute his lungs and air to block out the stress-inducing noise coming from the wooden shelter.

Koko must’ve shared the same sentiment, walking out of there to seek peace and silence with hands pressed against his ears. The dark circles under his eyes are evidence of last night’s trouble falling asleep and adapting to such an environment. Never had trouble with growing out his hair, Koko wished he could cut it because boy was it fucking hot here. Used to the luxury of having a cool AC blowing in his office or in his fancy cars, the silver-haired treasurer was sweating bullets often. Catching Takeomi’s almost dead-like gaze, the silver-haired executive chuckled lightly.

“They just wouldn't shut up, huh?”

“What is it this time?” Pocketing the rest of his cigarettes, Takeomi raised a brow at Koko’s amusement and watched as he plopped down to the space beside him. The sand underneath his bum was warm, Koko smirked. It made the older Akashi laugh, bare feet pressing further into the sand and his hand scratching his stubble. “Don’t tell me… Ran jumped her? Or was it Kakucho this time? If it’s the latter, I’d be more fucking surprised.”

Koko shook his head, pointing his thumb at the wooden shelter with an exhausted sigh. It was way too early for shenanigans. “It’s Sanzu.” At the mention of his brother, the older Akashi stiffened. What happened this time? “Pointed a gun at her when she just woke up, threatened to shoot if she wouldn't shut up. I’d be fucking screaming too if I were in her place ‘cause that's just messed up”

Takeomi winced. Sure, Haruchiyo could be as eccentric as he wants to be—those who pointed it out or made fun of him don’t live to tell the tale anyway—but that was pushing it too far, especially to threaten their new secretary with a gun all because he was still suspicious of her despite it being ten days since the sinking of the yacht. Takeomi, even when he knows Bonten’s number two is rarely wrong in his inklings, did not share the same idea of the secretary having a part in the bombing. So, what was causing his brother to be quite hostile towards you?

“Yeah, very messed up.”

“Do you think he’s doin’ it out of boredom?” Koko muttered, scooping a handful of sand only to throw it towards the shore. Tiny grains fly into the air, either joining the rest or hitting the surface of the water. “He can’t be serious about tormenting her until she confesses if there is anything she has committed. Plus, Mikey has already said she’s innocent—no matter how fucking weird his method was, he did test her that night. Surely Sanzu wouldn’t go against what Mikey has declared.”

Before Takeomi could give his opinion on the matter, both of the men caught sight of you running out of the shelter. Fuming in annoyance at the rude greeting by Sanzu Haruchiyo and Haitani Ran immediately jumping into the scene, suggesting to quell your exasperation by having sex, you just about had enough. But you knew that this would happen. Haitani Ran was a man who loved to conquer and subdue—having had a taste of you, he wanted more. More to chew and spit out. You began to think the man was a well-oiled machine than a human, having the energy to go round after round despite how many hours he has railed or folded you in half during your secret rendezvous deep in the night either against a tree or in the falls. Indulging such a man was both a pleasure and a pain in the ass. And to think it has only been four days since that night when Mikey tested your loyalty. Oh, how could you forget that evening?

“F-fuck! She still keeps clenching around my cock. Gonna milk me dry, baby? Haven't got enough? Can’t believe this is the exact cunt that took both of us earlier. So fucking tight!”

Face sticky due to tears and Kakucho’s cum, you mewled into Ran’s shoulder that had teeth marks due to biting into the flesh from overstimulation. Tears of bliss ran down your cheeks as another sob was forced out of your lips at the stretch of your slick pussy that took two cocks moments ago. Kakucho, worried about you passing out, decided to stand by and stroke his leaking dick at the lewd scene of you and Ran. Slightly thrusting into his fist that he wished was your squeezing warm walls. His grunts and heavy panting unnoticed by you. Nor was the splashing of water every time Ran moved, trying to hit deeper each time. The sound of your heart pounding filled your ears.

“Play with her clit, Ran. Fucking hell, make her squirt.”

“Want her to squirt on your face, Kaku?”

The fear of your cunt tearing floated in your hazy mind for minutes now, yet often disappeared at every kiss of the cock’s tip on your cervix. Babbling your anxiety, Ran was always quick to hush and coo that it wouldn't. That you were taking him so fucking well. That there is no way a weeping hole would break.

“Such a good, good pussy. So eager to please—shit! Gonna fucking cum again!”

Never have you ever thought of achieving such a feat or even being fucked by two of your employers at once after Mikey.

Removing such images from your head was like scrubbing off wine stains on a white dress. Damn impossible. Yet, no matter how much you tried to deny it, it was a memory you wish you'd never forget even if you somehow had amnesia or Ran fucked your cunt to the point you found yourself dumb enough to remember your name.

At least Kakucho wasn’t like the older Haitani. No, Bonten’s number three was more subdued with his carnal instincts. Guarding your back or helping you with the chores, Kakucho liked to talk and seemed to have opened up more. He wasn't like Ran, who often disappears into thin air whenever you seek assistance from him. Lazing around or napping under a tree was like the Haitanis’ code, infuriating the others at times.

Kakucho was helpful, and a lot nicer. You found the stoic man to be hiding warmth under all the cold and hard exterior he has built over the years due to his difficult life. However, he did have his needs. And while he wasn’t like Ran who asked for your presence day and night, Kakucho was satisfied in having you once or twice. In secret or in your private quarters, Kakucho will have you. But such an occurrence always leaves you limping, retreating to your room to sleep away your exhaustion, or passing out because of the soreness of your muscles he often massaged afterward. Muttering soft apologies and placing kisses on your bare back.

“Where does it hurt, hmm?”

Groaning into the sheets, you buried your face further into the crook of his neck. Bones almost akin to jelly, you merely threw your arm around his waist in reply. Too tired to verbally respond, opting to sleep right away. Kakucho, on the other hand, stifled a laugh while reaching for your hip, applying pressure there.

“Do you want to go and wash up? I’m sure no one’s up at this hour. Could carry you there,” he whispered, mismatched eyes trained on your sleepy expression. Hearing your soft grunt in approval, Kakucho was quick to sit up, putting on his shorts and covering your bare form with the blankets. The evening sky greeted him and you, in his arms, accompanied by the numerous crickets singing in the tall grasses and the waves crashing against the shore. “We’ll be in and out before you know it.”

One thing they do share in common though was their bountiful energy that often left you wondering how they managed to have it in them to pound your cunt after a full day of either spearing fishes, climbing trees, or gathering wood.

Lamenting your aching back, you paused on your steps upon seeing Koko and Takeomi staring at you from where they sat. Putting on a small smile, you walked up to them. “Do you mind if I sit here, Sir?” you asked Takeomi, who shook his head and gestured to the empty spot next to him. A serene silence washed over the atmosphere, the saltwater kissing the shore quite calming.

“I’m sorry about Haruchiyo,” Takeomi whispered and sighed into the air, irises up in the sky. “I know that me apologizing wouldn't do much. That boy doesn't listen or take orders from anyone else anyway… But I do hope you won’t be scared off and quit.”

Chuckling at his words, you shook your head and shot him a reassuring smile. “Nothin’ to worry, Sir. I won’t quit anytime soon. Plus, I should probably get used to having a gun pointed at me. I’m serving Bonten after all… Violence is something I should be used to.” Lowering your head, you brought your legs close and placed your chin on top of your knees. Cheeks warm in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about my screaming earlier.”

Hearing those words from a sweet woman, Koko and Takeomi were sure their hearts felt heavier than ever at your statement. Because in no way should you be used to it. In fact, maybe if Senju were still alive, Takeomi was sure you’d be friends with her. Probably do what other women do in this day and age—not worrying about whether you’d get caught in the crossfire or have to adapt to such a dangerous line of work. A brilliant woman like you shouldn't even be working for Bonten. And yet, Takeomi would rather shoot himself in the head than drive you away. Proving yourself to be better than the other secretaries they have hired over the years. Especially one who could stand up to his brother when needed.

“Don’t worry about it. What you did is understandable.” Bonten’s advisor then smirked, meeting your gaze. “How about I make it up to you? Since my silly ass brother keeps bothering you, I bet you're super stressed out. Do you have any requests? I could take over your duty of gathering wood for today.”

Expecting you to agree or probably ask him to climb that tree of mangoes you saw the other day, the older Akashi was a bit speechless when you shook your head and pointed at his pocket. The one that contained his cigarettes.

“I’d rather have one of those please.”

Raising a brow, Takeomi was unsure whether you were bluffing or not. He didn’t know you smoked nor saw you. Hand unconsciously reaching down to touch his pocket, he laughed lightly. “You smoke? Or are you going to test it out? Just so you know, it’s bad for your lungs.” The pointed stare you gave him caused Takeomi to put on a solemn expression, gradually pulling out a stick and then, holding it in front of you. Hesitance obvious in his aura. “Don’t waste it. I’m saving these, you know. If you’re doing this out of fun, might as well don’t go through with it. Every stick counts right now.”

Taking the limp cigarette, you shot him a victorious grin. Giving you one of his sticks was definitely hard for the chain smoker, which you appreciated. Because for Takeomi, giving up his cars and money was far easier than quitting smoking.

“Thank you, Sir. I won’t waste it, I can assure you.” Placing the cigarette between your lips, you got up and started your path to the bonfire. Today’s breakfast wasn’t finished, the freshly caught fish on sticks made to be skewers laid across the banana leaf. Kakucho, tasked with the cooking, hasn’t come back yet, still searching for fruit. Squatting by the flame, you were unprepared for Takeomi sneaking up behind you and snatching the cigarette you successfully lit. Brows furrowed, you watched the advisor with narrowed eyes as he inhaled the nicotine. Cringing at the puff of smoke Takeomi blew in your direction.

Asshole. What was the point of agreeing when you’re just going to take it away?

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled, walking past you. A smirk on his lips that you were tempted to punch and hopefully have him swallowing the cancer stick whole. “Ask for anything else—just not my cigarettes.”

Are all Akashi’s like this?

“That was fucking mean,” Koko huffed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the older man’s actions. “Should've said no from the start.”

“What if she asked for that expensive ass shampoo you’ve been trying hard to hide, huh? Or those hair treatments? Surely you’d think twice. Wouldn't wanna wash your hair with toothpaste, yeah?” Takeomi secretly grinned when the other fell silent for seconds. Koko then stuck out his tongue at the man, crossing his arms on his chest.

“First off, those are mine. Second, it’s not like I’m hoarding it all to myself. I even gave Ran and Mikey some conditioner yesterday! And it’s not my fault toothpaste is what we have so much of right now.” Rolling his eyes at the retreating man, who figured it was time to head back into the shelter while the others were slowly coming out, Koko turned his attention to you. “Are you free later?”

“Yes, Sir,” you immediately answered, not curious as to what he wanted. Washing his hair has become something the two of you enjoyed when it was bath time. That and he’d bribe you with those hair treatments Takeomi was talking about. Days being on the island, the harsh sun beaming down on you during midday was making your hair dry. “The usual?”

“Yeah, let’s just make sure Takeomi isn’t around to poke fun at us.”

Now combing through silver strands of now silky smooth hair, shielding yourselves from the sun’s rays underneath palm trees, Bonten’s advisor was nowhere in sight. This pleased Koko, stifling soft groans of happiness whenever you massaged his scalp. Half of his torso was underwater, enjoying the cool temperature.

“Ah, this is the life indeed.” Koko gleefully splashed water into the air. “Imagine if that yacht never exploded. We’d be sipping margaritas by the balcony by now. Wouldn’t have to worry about bugs and sunburn. The perfect paradise!”

Expecting no interruptions, you found yourself glancing behind you to see who was approaching. The sound of grass rustling didn’t escape you despite the noise of running water and the next thing you knew, Ran stood behind you.

“Baby, got orders from the boss.”

“Can’t you see we’re busy?” Koko grumbled, glancing at the older Haitani briefly in irritation which Ran shrugged at. Washing off the lather from your hands, you spun to face the man whose violet irises were filled with mirth. No longer feeling your fingers on his scalp or threading through his hair, the silver-haired executive was mumbling under his breath as he approached the falls.

“As far as I know, I got no tasks for the day except to gather wood and to make dinner.” Standing straight, you wiped your damp hands with a towel. Hearing no response, you slightly glared at him. “This better not be another excuse to get me alone, Haitani. I know you’re supposed to be helping Sanzu around. Lazing about will get you in trouble.”

“I know that, sweetheart. Don’t be so cold. Is this how you treat your lovers?” Ran’s eyes resembled a puppy kicked to the curb, making it difficult for you to decide whether to slap his arm or shoo him away. “Besides, I’m not being lazy. I’m actually here on business, ‘ya know?” Clearing his throat, he added. “It’s Mikey. He wants you to go gather wood now.”

“Now?” you echoed, unsure at the notion. “But it’s super hot. And Kakucho is still napping.”

“I don’t know why he’s in a hurry either.” Scratching his neck, Ran hissed at the mosquito buzzing near him. “You know the rules, yeah? Whatever he says, goes. And since your bodyguard is fast asleep, why don’t you take someone else?” Eyes widening for a fraction, Ran then smiled, the person perfect for the job popping into his head. “I know, why don’t you take Rindou? I’m sure he’s free.”

At the thought of hanging out with the younger Haitani, whom you haven’t exactly forgiven for outing you and Kakucho, you bit your inner cheek in contemplation. Rindou Haitani was certainly an individual you did not want to displease or make enemies with. But what he did during that truth or dare game was such a hassle. He hasn’t even asked for forgiveness and you don’t expect him to. Because like the rest of the men here, save for Kakucho and maybe Koko, their pride was as prominent as their hanafuda tattoos.

Yet, what could a secretary do? Certainly, you couldn’t refuse your boss’ orders or go gather wood on your own. What kind of creatures could be waiting to strike in the thick bushes? You still want to live another day and make it out of this island.

But does it have to be Rindou fucking Haitani?

Swallowing all your apprehensions, you found yourself strolling through the thick shrubbery. Rindou, bored, was trailing behind you. Hands tucked in the pockets of his board shorts. Awkward, it was fucking awkward, indeed. Normally, a conversation would’ve been struck up to fill the silence. Rindou did not care, preferring the tranquility and the grass crushing underneath his feet. Anxious at what may happen or what he could say, your lips were sealed most of the time. It wasn’t until you both arrived at a clearing that you spoke, pointing at the far right side.

“I’ll start from there.”

“Alright,” he mumbled, going in the other direction. Irises lingering at his back, you slowly turned your back to him and started to work. Fighting a yawn, you began gathering sticks that weren’t damp or too thin. Minutes passed, you weren’t able to collect much that could be deemed sufficient. Venturing further out, you bent down to collect more thick sticks, never looking up to watch where you were going until you lost your footing. Raging water below, the cliff was unknown to you. The abrupt revelation had you gasping, close to screaming despite no voice could escape, hand dropping the sticks you accumulated and reaching for anything—anything you could grab on to balance yourself. And that happened to be Rindou’s hand, who quickly rushed to your aid.

“Fuck!” he cursed, holding you steady before pulling you up. Feet finally kissing the ground, your throat that was constricted due to fear relaxed. Lungs burning while inhaling deep breaths to calm yourself down, you steadily sunk to the floor. Fingernails digging into your thighs. Rindou huffed, adrenaline in his veins, brows creased. “You should be fucking careful! Got too much to think that you didn’t notice that edge?”

Closing your eyes shut, you whispered with cheeks burning in shame rather than the horrible situation you were thrust into earlier, spiking your stress levels. “I-I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears pricking your vision. How could you be so careless? Didn’t you want to survive? Making such a mistake… How embarrassing. “I-I wasn’t… I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” Bowing your head, you repeated your apologies.

“Rindou is fine,” he exhaled deeply, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to collect his frayed nerves. “And stop apologizing, just watch where you’re going next time. Fuck, I swear I was gonna get a heart attack.”

“Don’t say that.” Standing up, you averted from his questioning gaze. Dwelling on the future where he wasn’t able to catch you was pointless and just induced anxiety into your thumping heart. Rubbing your arm, you mumbled. “Ran won’t like that—no one will. We agreed to leave this island all alive.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your statement. “It’s just an expression, doll. There’s no way I’ll die here.” Purple irises that were mesmerizing to the point it was vexing to the soul remained on your face, analyzing your features that were now morphed from shock to confusion. Unable to take his inquisitive staring, you turned to the other side. This made the younger Haitani squint. “You’ve been ignoring me, [Y/N]. What’s the reason?”

“Ignoring you? What do you mean?” He could see through your bluff, especially the fake laughter and tight smile. “I’m not ignoring you. What the hell do you mean—”

“You’re not even lookin’ at me.”

“Why do I have to—okay, fuck, fine. Yes! I’ve been avoiding you, happy now?” Hiding your face into your palms, you groaned. “This is so fucking embarrassing. What’s the purpose of confessing?”

Rindou shrugged.

“I don’t know. At least my suspicions made sense now.” Coughing, the executive cleared his throat. “Ran was right. That bastard is always right somehow that it’s fucking scary. He even said I should apologize… for hurting your feelings and, uh, Kakucho’s.”

“You don’t have to.” Picking up the fallen sticks, you pay no heed to the exasperated exhales from Rindou. “Look, I don’t know what Ran told you, but if you don’t want to… you don’t have to apologize to me or to Kakucho.”

What was the use for apologies when they weren’t even genuine?

“But, I… fuck, I felt bad, okay? This isn’t easy for me, doll. You know that.” Asking for forgiveness was rare for Rindou Haitani. Living in a life where he and his older brother do was take, take, take—remorse was hardly in their systems. And when it was, they could hardly do anything to make it all right again. But whenever Rindou could, he was sure to try. He’ll certainly will. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

First, Takeomi and now Rindou? If Sanzu were to ask for forgiveness next, maybe it is safe to say the world is coming to an ending!

“No, really… it’s fine.”

“Don’t be like that. Tell me.”

“It’s really alright, Sir—”

“Rindou.”

“Si—R-Rindou, it’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself.”

“Fine,” Rindou groaned, close to pulling his hair in frustration. Because how was he supposed to make things right when you refuse to let him? Ran didn’t prepare him for this, figuring you wouldn’t deny his efforts in making amends. Seeing that you were still picking up sticks as a front to hide your face from him, Rindou sighed. Turning back to the cliff, the younger Haitani scrutinized the depth of the water, seeing it wasn’t as shallow as he initially thought it would be. He then spotted a beach a few feet located to the right, so close he could swim to it easily without tiring. The sand is a lighter color than the beach where the shelter is, the waters bluer and clearer, giving it an aesthetic appeal. He just hopes this stunt would be worth it. “Maybe if I jump from this height, you’ll perhaps listen to me.”

“Wait, what?” The second you spun to look at him, it was the exact second Rindou jumped from the edge. Heart stopping, you hurriedly tried to extend a hand to catch him, only for your hand to be met with air. A scream of fright slipped past your lips at Rindou’s body colliding with the water, sinking into its depths, and disappearing from your view. Bubbles surface but not Rindou Haitani, causing the alarm bells in your head to ring nonstop.

What a fucking idiot! Why the hell would he do that?!

Abandoning the sticks, your first act was to stop panicking and look for a way to swim to where he is. Hoping he isn’t drowning or in an immobile state. Rushing past overgrown grass and creepy bugs, you went to the nearby beach and began swimming to where Rindou dropped.

Please, please, please be okay! Oh god, what if he hit his head? What will I tell Ran? Fuck!

“Rindou? Rindou, please answer me!” you screamed, wading closer to the cliff and searching for any sign the younger Haitani survived. At this point, perhaps swallowing saltwater was better than telling the rest that Rindou died because he was stupid to jump from a cliff. “Shit. Don’t play with me, Haitani! Come out now! I’ll forgive you if you do. Just, fuck, please be safe.”

“Are you for real?”

Spinning to see Rindou next to you, hair sticking to his flesh and lips stretched in a cheeky grin, you wished he wasn’t your boss so you could punch him in the nose. Relief flooded your veins, biting back a sob, you splashed him instead. “You fucking stupid? Why the hell would you do that?!” Hearing him laugh at your distress was sure to have your anger rising through the roof, but giggles bubbled up to your throat steadily when Rindou pulled seaweed that stuck to your head. It had you both filled with laughter.

Pulling you close, Rindou patted your head. “Sorry if I scared you, [Y/N]. What you said earlier, though… Is it true? Will you really forgive me?” Scratch his chin with his index finger, his purple irises lowered to the crystal waters cooling both of your skins. “I know what I did last time wasn’t great. You might think Ran is urging me to apologize, but I’d be crazy enough to take it this far… I just really want to say… I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Upon seeing you smile, Rindou was sure he had it this time. Happy that you were going to accept his apology. Maybe he’ll gloat to Ran afterward how he managed to jump from a cliff to you forgiving him. However, you ruined his dreams by splashing him with more water and sticking out your tongue at him.

“I’ll forgive your ass if you catch me.”

“And what if I catch you, doll? What then?”

Shooting him a challenging stare, you smirked.

“You get to do anything, Haitani. Anything.”

“You’re on! Better not eat your words.” The younger Haitani began chasing after your swimming form, the adrenaline moments ago returning. “Start praying I don’t catch your ass ‘cause I won’t let you go unpunished.”

Reaching the shore, your squeals for him to let you go free and Rindou commanding you to stay put colored the atmosphere. Running across the sand, you stumbled and fell multiple times to dodge his grabbing hands. Words of profanity were exchanged. Ending up wrestling playfully on the sand, you were about to grab a handful of the granular substance and shove it to his face when Rindou’s lips met yours in the heat of the moment. And it was the absolute perfect distraction, causing you to fall limp. Rindou moved almost at the speed of light, ripping your shirt and bra off, earning a tiny shriek from you. Breasts now visible, his pupils darkened in hunger. His mouth was instantly wrapped around your left nipple, sucking the nub while his hand roughly squeezed your other tit.

“N-no…” Whining into the air, you keened at the touch of Rindou’s huge palms roaming every inch of your skin, leaving no corner or nook untouched. His lips still sucking on your left tit. Gasping for breath, you tried to push him away, refusing to be forced into submission easily, but the younger Haitani refused to let you go. He was bent on having you dumb. Drool started to slide down the corner of your lips, mind muddled akin to mush at the slight stinging pain of his teeth mixing into the play. “Shit, no! Rindou, it’s painful—ah!”

Lowly chuckling at your attempts of resistance, Rindou shook his head. Grinding his hips and his hard erection against your clothed pussy, the purple-haired executive groaned. The waves crashing to the shore were meeting his back and legs, the cold saltwater useless in cooling his hard-on. “Didn’t I say you might eat your own words? You fucking like that, don’t you, slut? Such a fucking whore taking Mikey and Kakucho’s cocks. Even Ran’s. Let me see if this pussy is as good as my older brother said, yeah?”

“Fuck you, Rindou.” Whine morphing into a moan, you were about to push yourself off the ground. But of course, Rindou had you pinned hard. Anyone who could see you both now would assume the worst. The difference was that your pussy is drenched in arousal, weeping to have a cock inside and split the walls, specifically Rindou’s. And like a predator impatient to swallow its prey, Rindou pulled his shorts down, the angry tip of his cock was leaking with precum when it slapped against his stomach. Doing the same to your shorts and underwear, Rindou licked his lips at the vision of your bare pussy. Throwing the wet garments somewhere above you two.

“Shit, it is even prettier up close.”

Swallowing a squeak, your nails dug into his forearms at the sudden intrusion of his dick. The sting was momentarily but holy fuck, he is huge. It would’ve surely hurt a lot if you weren’t aroused. You swore you almost saw stars and the moon orbiting when he started to speed up, railing you against the sand. The feeling of his veins and his cock throbbing had you mewling.

“Fuck, how is this cunt still so tight?” he groaned, rutting his hips into yours. The sound of skin slapping against skin was obscenely loud to be heard above the waves meeting the shore that it had you biting back a sob. Rindou’s thick and veiny cock stretched your gummy walls deliciously, the fat red tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. You choke back a whimper. “Shit, this pussy is ‘s good, I’m gonna cum… Gonna fucking cum, so good, babydoll. Let me cum in this pussy.”

“No… D-don’t cum inside—fuck!” you hissed, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Unprepared you were when Rindou flipped you over, having you straddle him instead. Crying at the loss of friction and pleasure, you started bouncing on his cock. Tits jiggling in his face. “F-fuck, so big.” The pornographic scene playing out in front of Rindou had him grunting, holding you by the hip and meeting you halfway, the corners of his lips curled up.

“You sure ‘ya don’t want me to cum in this pussy? Breed you like the whore you are?”

“N-no.” Hand over your stomach, you could feel the tip of his cock there. He was just so fucking big to the point you could almost taste him on the back of your throat. Hands gripping his shoulder, your hips slowly became lethargic. “N-no cumming inside. Can’t get pregnant—don’t wanna. Ah!”

“Fuck. Cum, baby. Squeeze me dry.” Rindou winced at your walls clamping down on him. Everything he did, all his willpower exhausted not to cum and shoot his semen into your womb. Quivering, you went limp on top of him, slightly grinding on his pelvis while he kept you from falling. The younger Haitani used this opportunity to slip out of your cunt, rubbing his shaft and shooting his load at your chest and stomach. The milky substance painting your soft flesh and tits. He wished the sight didn’t get his cock to go rock hard again. Moments after your high, you blinked at your surroundings. Collecting your thoughts and wishing the throbbing of your clit would subside, you could’ve blamed your vision for playing tricks on you due to the euphoric state you were coming down from. Could be a figment of your imagination.

And yet, you were sure someone was standing by the trees, observing you both before running off.

“Rindou?”

“Mhm?”

“D-did you see that?” Feeling your grip on his shoulder tightened, eyes straining to see the shadow that caught your eye beyond the vegetation and whatnot, Rindou followed your line of sight. However, no matter how much he tried to figure out what had you tensing, the younger Haitani couldn’t see… whatever it was. “Did you? I think someone was watching us.”

Sighing, Rindou laid back on the sand once more, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s probably Sanzu. That sick bastard must be so bored that he’s roving around the island again.” Noticing that you haven’t removed your gaze from the area, Rindou reached up to rub the back of your waist in hopes it would take your mind off of what you’ve seen. But of course, it doesn’t. “Just don’t mind him, doll. Look, I’ll make sure to talk to him, okay? Relax…”

Y-yeah, relax…

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[ndcultureis]

autistic/adhd culture is smoking just because the smoke looks pretty

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[codgod-moved]

So have you heard of our lord and savior, fWhilbur

unfortunately /j

[bokutoslittlebird]

Semi Eita + Public Sex

Summary: Working as a prostitute in Kabukichō isn’t as glamorous as dancing on a stage and it’s even illegal, but you like the thrill. When a lucky and stressed guy emerges from the building you’re at, he decides to pay for your services and you comply.

Warnings: female genitalia, reference to other girls but not directly to the reader, sex work [prostitution], illegal sex work, smoking, sex in an alley, creampie, m. oral receiving, bit of fingering, brief breast/nipple play, getting caught, exhibitionism/voyeurism, facial, mentioned/implied infertility

Graciously taking the money from the man, you waved him off with a smile as you moved somewhere else. The city was bustling with activity despite it being late at night, but it was also a Friday night and there was a new band playing near your place of business. Any guy who had enough beers in him and enough money saw you and immediately went trailing like a bee after honey. Good news is you had plenty of honey to give, drooling a finger for more money as you worked.

Hanging outside of the building, you lit up a cigarette as you faintly heard the bass from inside. There were hardly any customers when the band was playing, so you took it upon yourself to take a break, sitting outside on a stool and blowing off some steam. Sometimes, you went deeper into the lights to look for someone else, but your business was frowned upon, even in Kabukichō. Unlike other workers, you didn’t sign up to work with an actual business, deciding to stick to the shadows and take all the revenue for yourself. Only a couple of customers have asked for more from you, inquiring about love hotels, but you always decline. It’s easy to leave the night life behind from your day life if you’re unknown.

Hearing a door open and close behind you, you turn to see who’s left the building. He’s got a wild look to him as he paces in front of the door, unaware of your presence. When he leans against the wall to smoke, that’s when he seems to notice your gaze, turning to you. A small wave later and you’re back to gazing at the lights, finishing the last bit of your cigarette. Hearing the door open again, you can only assume the guy went back inside. Instead, you hear some whispering going on, then the door shuts as someone walks on the gravel. Pressing the still smoking bud against the wall, you look to the side to see your alley acquaintance close by. “May I help you?”

“You’re a prostitute, right?” He asks. So straightforward, your brow twitches in annoyance. If he’s planning on telling, you have plenty of money for one night.

“You better be asking to get your dick wet and not to turn me in,” you snap, glaring. He puts his hand up in mock surrender, grinning as a few yen shows in his hand. “I’ll take it as the former,”

“Unless you’re a bit busy right now. I got a few minutes to spare before my buddy comes looking for me,” he then shows the money. “Is it enough for just a touch?”

“Just a touch? Sweetie, you must not be used to these things. I do a lot more than just a bit of touching. Plus, you’d need to add at least 15,000 more yen if you want a creampie,” your lips curl as his eyes widen, but he digs in his pocket for his wallet. It’s a dangerous game, letting the risk of diseases in you, but you can’t get pregnant and lots of men like the feeling of finishing inside warm, wet walls that they don’t think about the risks. Handing you the extra money, you wink at him and put it securely away, grabbing his arm and bringing him closer to the door and further from the lights. “A bit more privacy, you know. Can’t have anyone walking by us, you know?”

“We’re in an alley. I passed by lots of girls getting fucked in other alleys, I don’t think they’ll look twice,” he mentions, but doesn’t try to convince you of moving. Pressing him against the wall, you press yourself against him while you rub his crotch. “Is this just a bit of touch?”

“It is, also initiation. I work to please the customer, but I need to know what they want. So tell me, Mr. Customer, what do you want me to do to you?”

“How about you put your mouth to use where your hand is?” You do as he asks, sliding down to a squat as your fingers work on undoing his jeans. Tight as they are, you aren’t expecting him to be as big as he is, hard cock bobbing in front of you. With a smile, you give his tip a little kiss, swiping your tongue over it as you feel his hand land on the top of your head. You don’t put it in your mouth yet, instead pressing open-mouthed kisses to the shaft as your tongue coats it in your saliva. Each slide of your tongue and touch of your lips has him sighing in content, cock twitching under your touch.

Moving your hand to rub him, you make sure to lube it up with your spit, dropping a glob of it before continuing to lick and slurp the side of his cock. A squeeze to his head and a thumb swiping over his slit has him moaning, one hand in a fist as it presses into the brick of the building. Moving your lips down even further, you suck and lick at his balls, getting him moaning some more while your hand pumps him. Precum steadily beads from his tip, his cock hardening even more under your touch as you continue to tease his balls.

Pressing more kisses as you move your head up, you make sure to lick up to his tip, swirling your tongue around while your hand pumps his cock and fondles him. Eventually, you efforts are rewarded with a heavy load of cum on your face, coating your lips and cheeks. Taking out a handkerchief, you manage to wipe the facial mess off, putting away the now dirty cloth. “What next?” You ask, continuing to kiss his cock. He’s soon twitching back to life, returning to his hardened state.

“You said I could creampie you. Better be worth the extra money,” he pants, getting off the wall. You moved before he could, and push your own hands where he was. Bending over, you let him ogle a bit you before snapping your fingers.

“Aren’t you in a rush? Stop ogling and start touching. Pull off my shorts,” you pat your ass, looking back at him. He shrugs and does as you say, peeling off your shorts that easily fall to the ground. With your pussy bare before him, you get to feel as he spreads your folds and ass apart, inspecting your wetness. Before you can say something else, he’s pushing his fingers against your cunt, sliding in two of them. Although he manages to rub your sensitive walls, getting you to moan, you tell him to cut it out. “This isn’t a lovemaking session, it’s a quick fuck. Do you want someone to open that door on us?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind. If anyone asks, I can lie and say we’re just a couple looking for a quick fuck before I go back on stage,” he says, but he does move from looking at your drooling cunt to pressing his cock against it. He’s a pretty decent size, so you know you’ll find some pleasure in it. The previous few guys were total busts, only being a couple of inches and getting off easily from just a few thrusts.

This guy, however, manages to glide into you enough to rub against all your sensitive nerves, making your eyes roll from the brief friction. You moan when he picks up your leg, keeping it hiked up in the crook of his elbow as he starts a pace that has the noise echoing in the alley. Most of the noises of the street life drown out the sound to everyone else, but it’s a beating drum in your ears as you keep your mouth open to constantly moan, drool dripping off your tongue as it hangs out. Raking your nails against the brick, you use your other hand to fondle your breast, popping it out of the promiscuous shirt you’ve chosen for the night. Grinning as you lock eyes with him, you make sure to continue massaging the flesh and flicking your fingers over the nipple, letting his thrusts rock your body. He moves his free hand from your body to the wall, picking up the pace as you stabilize yourself of the wall with both hands, one bent. There will probably be a rash or some kind of skin damage from it rubbing against the brick building, but you’re too caught up in how good he’s making you feel to bother caring now.

Each slap of his hips has cute moans coming from your mouth, sticky wetness connecting you two each time he pulls away. Caught up in the feeling of your own fluid dripping down his cock and your leg, you actually miss the door opening and the third person in the alley until your customer says something. “If you can’t tell, I’m busy, Kaji,”

“Shit,” he curses, then whistles as you look at him, giving a small wave until your client rubs your clit, barely keeping your leg in the air as he does. It’s enough stimulation to have your head hanging again, drool spilling from your mouth as your eyes roll. The new guy is completely ignored as ecstasy rolls through your body, toes curling as your shoe clatters to the ground, a small scream as your cunt creams around his cock. “Damn, Semi,” the guy whistles, still standing there.

Your client, Semi, is close behind, your own orgasm spurring his pace to falter as he gives a couple more deliberate thrusts. Forcing your walls to squeeze him, he finally finishes deep inside you, making you lick your lips as he moans, cursing as he finishes spurting inside you. When he pulls out, you feel his heavy load oozing out of your hole and down your leg, making a proper scene for his friend.

Looking up, you see his friend is gone, probably back inside. Your leg is dropped and you weakly pull your shorts back on, legs wobbly. Kicking off your other shoe, you clean off the drips down your leg while Semi tucks himself away. “Thanks,”

“Don’t mention it. Just doing my job,” you shrug, still a bit out of breath. Finished cleaning your leg off, you stand back up with your shoes in your hands. “I should be thanking you. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while,”

Before he can say anything, the door is opening as three guys come out, one of them being the one from earlier. “How much?” He asks. After telling him the deal, him and his friends pull out the money. “Wanna come inside and earn some money?”

How could you say no? You went home with almost twice as much as you usually make thanks to Semi and his band and got a favorite hangout spot.

[saintobio]

To Y/N: what brand of cigarettes are you smoking? I recommend the famous Marlboro :)

Y/N: Esse Aura, the pink one.

[kamegori]

❝ Chapter Two – A random Waking!  ❞

TWST x KAngel! reader [ she / they pronouns used]

SUMMARY — Going to the mall, out on a date but you forgot something at the bus stop and you have to go back and grab it but it leads you somewhere else..

WARNINGS – view the MASTERLIST for the full warnings! separation, smoking, panic attacks(?), mentions of stitching humans together, yandere(?), implied sexual intercourse, swearing, animal gets hit by a stick and some rocks(but it's fine! I think), implied drug taking 

A/N — Twisted world, if I were in there I would be panicking and crying tbh.

❝ [Master.list] ❞

❝ Wake up, (name) ❞ you heard their voice, you open your eyes and saw them leaving some clothes on the table.

❝ I made breakfast ❞ you heard them say, you watch as they smile at you.

Their lovely hair and face were beautiful as always.

They kissed your forehead and left the room, you got up and washed your face. You made sure you were still cute as always. You smiled as you fixed your hair.

❝ Humm ❞ you could hear humming, or maybe it was you humming or them you can't tell. You really didn't care anyways, it sounded good.

You sat down as you began eating, maybe you should talk about breakfast? Breakfast club or doing a cooking stream? You weren't sure if they were good ideas or not. Maybe you would just have luck on your date, more ideas or if you have none just steal ideas I mean you could make other people's ideas better!

❝ We are leaving in a few hours, I just wanted to you to eat first.. ❞ you saw them smile at you, P-Chan made the best food! You put the dirty dish in the sink as you began waiting in your room. Scrolling through the media, you got bored as you had an idea. 

You remember that you and your s/o didn't do intercourse in a while, you could just pass time for that. You only could hope that they have enough stamina to keep going at least for 2-3 hours until the mall opens up.

❝ Come in here first ! ❞ you said out loud, waiting as the door opens. They smile and tilt their head to the side ❝Yes what is it? ❞ you smile as you wave them over, you said the idea of wasting time. They blushed but  had agreed to the idea.

❝ mmh..  ❞ you said as you got up from the bed smiling, you looked at the time it said ❝ Eleven o'clock  ❞ you got up and stretch as you let out a groan. You saw them lying down on the bed, tired normally you would have got them doing aftercare but I guess you could do it today.

❝ Here's a towel ❞ you said as they looked up at you, you washed their face and their body. You felt like you did something so amazing, I mean you're amazing at doing whatever which is what you like to believe.

You got up and grabbed some clothes, maybe you could find new outfits from KAngel? You placed P-Chan's clothes next to them as you got dressed, you fixed your hair and got your bag.

❝ P-Chan, get up and let's go! ❞ you said to them as you shaked their body, they got up almost falling down but you grab them  putted the clothes on the impatiently.

❝ Let's go now! ❞ you said as you got outside the lights blinded you and your eyes hurted, maybe you should go outside who knows. You walked over to the bus stop as you waited, people were talking as you stated close to the end a bit far away from them.

The bus came as you got on, you sat next to your lovely s/o of course! ❝  Their so annoying, they talk so much ❞ you said to them as you looked over to the group of girls, they kept on tapping it was getting very annoying didn't help the fact that you were next to them. You heard them talking about streamers and Kpop men.

❝ Yeah, their sure are loud ❞ you nodded your head as you sighed, watching outside the bus window. You closed your eyes for about maybe it wasn't a good idea to do "it" before leaving to the mall. Now you're tired and P-Chan is probably tired as well.

It was your stop as you rolled your eyes, you noticed that the group of girls got off the bed as well, you sighed as you walked into the mall walking beside your lover.

You began looking around for any ideas, maybe you should do a cosplay stream? Eh but who does cosplay streams, you sighed in defeat. 

❝ Just enjoy us being here, no need to work about ideas. I will come up with some ❞ you nodded your head as you began going to stores, buying stuff .

A few hours later, you got back home as you sighed in happiness. You watched as they placed your newly bought stuff away, you began touching your pockets.

❝ fuck.. I think I left my fucking lighter at the bus stop and my cigarettes ❞ you said as you gritted your teeth, they looked up at you, ❝ Oh I could go find i- ❞ you cutted them off ❝ No! I will go find it, you just put stuff away! ❞ you said as you saw it was raining out, ❝ just fucking great…  ❞ you rolled your eyes.

❝ Are you sure? I could come with you, (name) ❞ you shake your head no, as you grab a umbrella ❝ Its fine, I will be back soon! ❞ you yelled out before closing the door behind you, you walked out as you began walking towards the bus stop. You hoped that your pack and your lighter would still be there.

It would be too late and the stores that would be open are far away and there's no way you're going to walk farther than the bus stop!

You began looking around as you saw a raccoon!! Grab your pack and run into the woods, how?! You were so surprised!!

❝ Wha- Hey you dumb stealing eat! Grab it back you can't even smoke anyways! ❞ you began running after the raccoon, you grab a stick and some rocks. You forgot about your umbrella as water poured onto you. 

You went into the woods. Not caring where you are going but just following after the raccoon. You watched as the raccoon climbed a tree, you're pretty sure that you saw the raccoon blowing a raspberry at you which got you more mad.

❝ Don't blow raspberries at me!! ❞ you said as you threw a stick at it, it nearly hit the raccoon. You're sure that ugly stealing rat had laughed and pointed at you calling you a loser for missing!!

You threw some rocks and it hitted the darn thing! You smiled as the raccoon hitted the ground, you walked over to hit as you saw the raccoon with dizzy eyes, you laughed as you grabbed your pack of cigarettes making sure that none had broken to the fall.

❝ Your lucky that it didn't break! ❞ you said as you got up and looked around, great another problem…

You heard a loud sound as you grabbed some rocks and noticed that the raccoon was gone.

You saw a carriage!! ❝ What the hell! ❞ you said out loud as you backed away, how is there a feeling carriage!! You couldn't believe it when you saw a horse and it stopped right in front of you, there was no way that this was real! How?!

❝ Did I take too much? ❞ you said as you don't recall taking any, you must be seeing stuff. You walked closer to the carriage but the door opened itself! 

Your mouth was agape as you began thinking that you were on a trip right now, you got closer and touched the carriage seat.

It felt like a seat! You gasped as you tried backing away but you felt like something was pushing you on!

You got in the carriage as your door closed behind you, you tried opening the door but felt really tired. You closed your eyes as you opened it but the scenery was different, it was more dark and you could see the castle? Your eyes closed once again.

Your body felt sore as you opened your eyes, but it was pitch black. You brought your hands to your eyes as you tried running it, you opened your eyes but it was still pitch black.

You heard someone talking about something, they said,

❝ Erh, I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me..❞ you heard their voice, their sounded quite annoying. You thought that some creeps kidnapped you but uniform? You sighed as you thought about something, there's no way you're at school again..

[chikaiomoi]

going in for the kill

characters: dabi (dabi x f!reader)

title: ‘going in for the kill’ (lyrics from ‘in for the kill’ by la roux)

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut-mention, alcohol, smoking.

synopsis:

written for @fuwushiguro​’s aux chord collab. first thing i’ve written for AGES and i’m weirdly proud of it. wrote the best line of my whole career here, pls take a guess at which line it is. winner gets headcanons of their fave.

anyWAY basically you’re boning dabi on the weekends but maybe you want more? does he?

Smoke pours from scarred lips, spiralling in blue light before slipping through the open window. Cigarette between his fingers, hand resting upon the steering wheel, the other on your thigh. He moves it every now and then to switch gears, but his warm palm always finds its home on your skin once again.

Your body is alight with thrill and alcohol - enough liquor to loosen you up, but not to get you wasted. You don’t like each other when wasted; just enough alcohol to toe the line between tipsy and drunk, a grey-area of comfort.

Dabi isn’t the kind of guy you’d date. You aren’t the kind of girl Dabi would date.

Yet every weekend you stumble into each other’s beds, whiskey on the breath, tobacco in the air, sex on the mind.

No matter how hard you both try, you can’t fight your desires.

Every night with Dabi is a blur. Hazy memories clouded by lust, spoken words forgotten, activities the only thing that sticks in your mind. Because how could you forget how he makes you feel? No, it’s simply impossible. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the man is a sex god and you were blessed to take his cock as often as you could.

Fuck, his cock…

He fucks like it’s his last night on earth, like he’ll never get to fuck again and you’re his last chance at pleasure. Each time your body surrenders to him like putty in his hands and you let him do whatever he wants to you because, no matter what he does, he sends you to cloud nine. Before Dabi, cumming only once was the norm. But holy fuck did he turn that upside down. Every session he leaves you trembling, completely fucked dumb, drunk on his cock and his lips and his fingers.

You asked him once why he chose you, out of all people, to shag every weekend. At the time, he laughed, stroked your hair and told you he was in for a thrill. That it was something exciting and pulse-raising to be sleeping with a girl like you - someone so different to him in every possible way. Someone whose life hadn’t been flipped upside down by a tragic backstory - someone with a future. Was it thrilling, the thought of corrupting someone like you? Maybe. He never gave you a clear answer.

But the more time you spend with him, the more you hope you’re not just a thrill. He lit a spark in you when you met, and each day together tends the fire, encouraging the flames to grow and grow so much that it consumes your heart. You swore to yourself, when this started, that you wouldn’t fall for him. He was just a fling, just pleasurable weekends. But shit, he occupies your mind day-in and day-out.

You glance at him when he takes another drag on his cigarette, reaching the butt. He tosses it out of the window and releases his final puff of smoke before closing the window. Icy eyes meet yours and a smirk finds its way onto his features. “What you looking at, doll?”

His gravelled voice is enough to send you wild. Fuck, you can spend hours just listening to him talk. Whenever he rambles on about car engines, you’re enthralled even though you know fuck all about them.

“Mm, just admiring you,” you mutter, head tilting back against the seat.

Dabi chuckles. “Keep admiring me like that and we might not make it to my place. Might have to pull over and do you in the car.” He’s always so dirty.

You wet your glossed lips and tilt your head, words clinging to your tongue, not wanting to be spoken.

My words stumble before I start.

Ugh, you could ruin everything with what you want to say. He’s not a bad guy, though. He’s tough and rough around the edges, sure, but he has his tender moments. When he thinks you’re asleep and combs his fingers through your hair then across your cheeks. He admires you in the dark - not that he would ever admit it.

“You ever wanna do something other than fuck?” you finally ask.

He raises a dark brow. “Like what?”

I hang my hopes out on the line.

You fiddle with your sleeves. “Uhh… A date, maybe? Like a proper one. Not one where we just eat nachos then go back home and fuck.”

The silence that falls is thick with anxiety and regret as he takes his time to respond. Each second drags like an hour and you’re tempted to throw yourself out of the car just to avoid any rejection.

Dabi is an enigma. Whenever a conversation turns serious, he’s impossible to read. Right now, his expression falls into that serious stare, gaze fixed on the road ahead. He sucks in a breath so heavy you see his chest rise, then he breathes out and squeezes your thigh. Yet he says nothing still and the regret weighs heavy on your heart. Shit, shit, shit, shit, why did you even think that was a good thing to bring up?

Couldn’t have waited until after the heavenly sex he was sure to give you?

Well, he probably won’t now.

The car stops outside his apartment and he leans back in his seat, turning the radio off.

“Look at me.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you glance at him, unable to hide your worry.

“You really wanna date me?” he challenges. “After everything I’ve told you about me, you wanna date me? That isn’t even the tip of the iceberg, you know.”

You don’t care. You don’t give two shits about his past or his situation. None of that changes how he makes you feel when he says your name.

“I wanna date you,” you say and reach for his hand. “So what if we come from different walks of life? I like you and I think you like me. That’s enough, isn’t it?”

I’m hoping you’ll understand.

Dabi laughs and leans closer, pierced nose bumping yours. “It’s enough for me.”

And not let go of my hand.

[sakuroo]

not that irritating.

synopsis. you were neighbors, strangers, yet you wouldn’t stop talking to him. he thought it was irritating how you’d always try to seem cheerful and happy when you weren’t, not really.

pairing. sakusa kiyoomi x gender neutral reader

warnings. reader smokes. slight angst.

word count. 1.2k

you were irritating.

the way you’d always try to start conversation when sakusa happened to rest on his balcony at the same time you were outside for a smoke. the way you’d look at him with a cheerful smile that didn’t really reach your eyes when all he wanted was to be left alone, relaxing in the chill evening breeze after a hot shower, after a hard day practicing with his team.

“pictures just don’t do this sunset justice,” you said one day, scrolling through your phone’s camera roll before taking another picture. sakusa closed his eyes in annoyance, clenching his fists that rested in his sweatpants’ pockets.

you didn’t seem to get the hint.

neighbors usually don’t just talk to each other in the city, the partition between you separating your balconies for that exact reason—privacy. you must be from the country. at least you didn’t seem to know who he was, pestering him with questions he would hear from his fans all the time.

“have you tried that gyōza shop around the corner?”

he heard you exhale another puff of smoke into the air as he leaned his head against the wall behind him, staring at the ceiling.

“no.”

sakusa usually didn’t reply. sometimes he did in the hopes to get you to shut up quicker but it rarely had that effect, unfortunately.

“me neither. buuut i heard it’s pretty good!”

how could you still be so cheerful and unbothered when he never showed the slightest interest in talking to you?

it was irritating.

you were irritating.

“uh huh.”

“mhm. you’re probably too busy to try it out, though.”

instinctively he raised an eyebrow at that.

“how would you know?”

“well,” you took another drag from your cigarette and he could see your elbow leaning against the railing as you moved forward, peeking past the partition. “you always get home super late, right?”

your smile was soft, again not reaching your eyes. he wondered what your problem was. and despite thinking you were annoying, he found himself on the balcony almost every night, even staying on there for longer when you weren’t outside yet.

you should stop poisoning yourself with that crap. sakusa thought that every time he heard your lighter click. one day he said it out loud.

“oh, i know,” you laughed, but it didn’t sound sincere. “it’s a bad habit. don’t have a good reason to stop, though.”

“what reason other than your health do you need?”

you never replied to that question and he had a hunch it wasn’t because of the biting tone in his voice. instead you sighed, and he heard you move towards the door to head back inside.

the next time sakusa was on the balcony he didn’t hear you, figuring you weren’t outside yet. but the longer he sat there, staring at the setting sun, the more he heard soft shuffling on the balcony adjacent to his. scrunching his eyebrows he tilted his head to the side as though he could see through the partition.

“you there?”

he heard you shuffling again, and something that sounded like sniffling before you cleared your throat to reply.

“yeah. hi neighbor.”

“you’re quiet today.”

sakusa hadn’t meant to say that. he didn’t really care, remember? but it felt weird not to be spoken to this time, not hearing the usual noise of you smoking. had you taken his words to heart?

you laughed softly at that, bitterly.

“don’t you worry about me, i’m fine,” you chuckled and he could picture you forcing a smile on your lips.

irritating. why smile when he couldn’t even see you—when you clearly didn’t feel like smiling.

“bad day?”

“i guess so.”

it was silent again and the sky’s colors turned a few shades darker.

“not smoking anymore?”

again, you didn’t reply. why was that even more annoying than you trying to talk to him? he got up before he realized what he was doing, his legs carrying him towards the railing. leaning his arms against it, he dared to peek past the partition like you often did without a care. he found you in your seat, blanket draped around your shoulders, eyes swollen and red just like your nose.

he felt his stomach drop.

“hey,” sakusa heard himself say, softly. you jumped at the sudden noise, glancing up at him with a surprised expression. you looked way better like this. not for the fact that you had been crying—although part of him liked the way you glowed because of it—but for the fact that you didn’t try to conceal how you were really feeling.

you quickly raised a hand to wipe your eyes, irritating the swollen skin even more at the touch. then looking up at him you smiled again, cheerfully, waving a hand to greet him because he had never approached you like this.

he furrowed his eyebrows.

“stop doing that.”

“huh?”

“you don’t have to pretend,” he grumbled as he stared up ahead again, somewhat disappointed. “if you feel like shit, be upset. don’t smile like everything’s okay.”

he didn’t realize what these words did to you. but he heard you let out a sob, one you failed to suppress with how sudden it was. he stood there for a while longer, simply listening to you cry, words blubbering out as you told him about your worries.

meaningless worries, things people normally wouldn’t get upset about so easily. he figured that you had bottling up your feelings for too long to know the difference. a stranger hitting you with his shoulder as he hurried to the train station without apologizing as bad as the abandoned kittens you had found the other day. as bad as some of your closest friends ghosting you.

he liked to think that you were still irritating.

but you were lonely, that much was clear when he listened to you ramble. having moved to the city to discover yourself, to mature because life felt too easy back where you came from. home sickness and the need to prove to yourself that you were an independent young adult weighing on your shoulders at the same time.

all you needed was a friend. it was the reason why you’d tried to talk to him every chance you got and he furrowed his brows even more when he began to feel guilty. he shouldn’t care so much. you were just his neighbor.

“is that gyōza shop still there?”

“i.. think so,” you replied, confused that he’d interrupt your rambling with such a strange question.

“hm. wanna go try it out?”

sakusa wasn’t exactly keen on leaving the house again after just having taken a shower. he wasn’t sure why he offered to go with you in the first place, but he figured it would distract you from your worries, if just for a bit.

“yeah,” you hiccuped, running a hand across your eyes yet again, “okay.”

and even though he kept his distance from the other people at the shop, the piercing glare behind his mask making sure of that, he stood close to you when you left, listening to you swoon over how delicious the food had been. he noticed that you hadn’t lit up a single cigarette while being with him.

standing in front of your apartment’s door, you thanked him. not only for paying but for keeping you company, and your smile reached your eyes this time. it almost made him smile in return, though you wouldn’t be able to see it behind the mask anyway, and he pretended not to notice the slight increase of his heartbeat.

“i’ll pay next time?” you said, a bit insecure, as you opened your door, holding it open while gazing up at him expectantly.

“sure.”

you weren’t that irritating, really.

he figured he could tolerate you, if only to see you smile again, sincerely.

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