#Rens!drabble

[rennythepoo]

“if you're weird, it's a we thing now.”

in which u pick up things from each other. ♡

Tsukishima x Reader mini drabble alternative to the OG slightly || tags: fluff, established relationship, slightly ooc, banter | a/n at the end + not proofread 😛 || WC: 500+

in your relationship with tsukki, there were a lot of unspoken traditions, even if some were purely coincidental.

like how whenever one of you likes something that is genuinely absurd to the other, somehow it'll grow on the other and they'll like it begrudgingly admitting it to themselves after a few months.

and right now? you really didn't want to admit to yourself that you started liking Labubus of all things- and all because of Tsukishima!

those mini gremlins were haunting your thoughts and plagued your poor little head.

now when you see them, all you think of is Tsukishima and unconsciously that led you to liking them. and you definitely weren't going to admit that for God's sake!??!!!?!

they were hideous, utterly and truly repulsive and chaotic in the worst ways possible!! well, that's what you wanted to think. but apparently you couldn't anymore.

and worst of all? now it'll look like it's you who liked those creatures first!! because it was definitely gonna be hard for people, well maybe excluding Yamaguchi and ofc you, to imagine Tsukishima liking those things naturally.

it all started when you saw three miserable looking Labubu keychains right under his dinosaur collection shelf. you almost immediately asked about them when you had walked into Tsukishima's rooms that day.

he had shrugged and said they reminded him of dinosaurs, and you. truthfully you were quite offended but you let it slide because a part of thought it must've been peak romance in his head.

tho you did try to find the resemblance between a Labubu and a dinosaur, was it the hands? the feet? the eyes..?? the teeth? maybe it was the sharp teeth.

you really didn't want to think of those things, but when you thought of Tsukishima, they tagged along in your thoughts like a train, Tsukishima was the train driver, and the passengers were Labubus, dinosaurs, strawberries and cake and some other nonsense depending on why you even thought of him.

so currently, as Tsukishima was oh, so, comfortably nuzzled in ur neck while you played with his hair, you couldn't help but look up at where he placed the Labubu keychains. noticing there was now a 4th.

without much thought you mumbled, "hey, Tsukki, why do I remind you of a Labubu? I'm really curious." for a moment he didn't respond.

"honestly.. I don't know, they just, do. like how coffee reminds me of you, despite the fact you don't like it much. you remind me of things I like."

silence. you didn't expect his answer to make you feel so fuzzy and warm inside. you let out a giggle and kissed the top of his head. last time you asked, he ragebaited you by saying you looked like a Labubu. which was honestly funny. but you don't wanna encourage his creative insults even more.

you sighed softly "Tsuskki, that's so cute! I feel like I need to confess that whenever you like something I start to like it too, now." he lifted his head to look at you, "...really now? even the Labubu?" you rolled your eyes, "yes, even the Labubu. also can I have one..?"

he laid his head back down to your neck with a small smug smile and a nod at your request.

BONUS: "i really still don't know what's the resemblance between a dinosaur and a Labubu, Tsukki." you said softly, without missing a beat he shrugged and simply said "you." and you decided to be satisfied with that answer. even though he basically called you a dinosaur now.

A/N hhhheyey,,,, shamefully editing ts to say alternative version ok. actually love this tho, like and subscribe if I should make a version where reader is the one who makes Tsukishima like Labubu

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “DID YOU JUST FAKE THAT, PRINCESS?”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + FAKING AN ORGASM. ft. yamato endo, kiryuu mitsuki, & kaji ren x f!reader

content: explicit smut (18+), fem! reader, overstimulation, squirting, praise (genuine & mocking), degradation, teasing, dumbification, mild humiliation + corruption + dacryphilia + choking, fingering, cunninglingus, muffled (panties), doggy, mating press, wall sex, endo is mean, usage of pet names

mdni - 2.9K wc ; whew it ended up super long ! i had sm fun writing this one <3 as always, individual warnings are below

YAMATO ENDO.

note: ooc, written before newer chapters were out, sorry >:

taking you like this has always been endo’s favorite way to ruin you. your pretty noises are muffled by the mattress, ass high and back arched in a futile attempt to ease the stretch of his cock. it’s so good, and he grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back to slam against his own. his pace is unrelenting, length able to reach the deepest parts inside your cunt as you squeal and tug at the sheets beneath you.

“promise i w-won’t do it again,” you crane your neck to gasp for air, apology coming out frantic and slurred, and your face burns when he laughs— laughs at your sincerity and at the way that your jaw falls slack at the slightest change in his angle. “you’re sorry?” his words come out mocking, relishing in the way your teary eyes clench shut as you try to fight the tension building up in your core— because you know good and well that you’re not allowed to cum until he says the word.

“yea, ‘m sor—”

“sorry’s not gonna cut it,” he spits, “gonna have to make up for it, pretty girl. try again.”

his hands come to push your back further down into the mattress, angling your ass higher for him to let him bully his cock into you harder. it’s so cute how endearing you are, teary eyes trying to focus and think despite the way his heavy cock is hitting so deep inside you, his pace as rough as ever and your head foggy and dizzy.

“i will,” you blurt, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap with each roll of his hips— “i will! i’ll make it up, please endo, ‘m gonna cum, i think ‘m gonna cum—”

“aw,” his tone is low and mocking, pace slowing down ever so slightly as his fingers come to wrap around your throat and apply pressure, “since you’re so cute, i’ll be nice today.”

“cum with me and i’ll let it go, yeah?” he pulls out, until just the tip is inside before he slams back into you. “gonna have to use your brain and match my pace.”

and you’re nodding as soon as the words leave his lips, not a trace of hesitation in the way your shaky hands come to spread your ass wider for him, just the way he likes it. endo feels his dick throb at just how cute you are, holding yourself wide open for him to ravage you as you blabber about how good he feels— how close you are to cumming.

“alrightt,” he lulls, “ready, doll?” his tone comes out amused, but you can’t tell, nodding so desperately as your hips start to jerk. in an instant, he’s picking up his pace, hitting so deep inside you that it makes your eyes roll back in your skull, endo fucking you completely senseless with each snap of his hips.

“e-endo—” you gasp when the hand around your neck moves to push your head down, allowing him to better leverage himself as he buries his cock into the spot that has you screaming. your eyes widen when he finally growls out the word, the word that lets the knot inside you snap as you gush around his cock, thighs reduced to a violent tremor.

“f-fuuck,” he groans when your walls squeeze and flutter wildly against him, his jaw clenching shut to grunt a “just like that.”

“that’s my fucking girl,” he slurs lazily, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you as your walls continue to flutter around the thickness, your chest heaving up and down from the intensity.

the praise makes your heart swoon even with your current state, eyes half lidded and heavy and your mind barely able to register the lewd noises coming from your dripping cunt.

“feel good now? making a mess all over me?”

“mmhm,” you nod mindlessly, tired arms reaching back to swipe at your cunt like clockwork. it was something endo had taught you the very first time he took you, and you’ve never failed to do it since. it’s usually about now when you collect the load that seeps out of your hole, and he’ll pull you onto his lap next, urging you to stick those fingers in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

he’s addicted to how good the sight of you swallowing his cum makes him feel, cock throbbing and aching— picturing those pretty lips wrapped around his length again. it’s always enough to rile him up again and again.

your tired fingers rub between your folds, collecting the slick, but something’s different. “h-huh?” you stutter, head craning back to look at your hand. it takes you a moment, innocent eyes squinting as you inspect your fingers— there’s nothing besides your own slick.

“oh, fuck,” endo laughs loudly, “i can’t believe it.”

he grabs your arm roughly, earning a surprised yelp from you as he flips you onto your back, pressing your thighs flush against your own chest, his body hovering over you with a hunger that sends a shiver straight down your spine.

“still so fucking innocent, huh? thought you knew me better than that.”

“i-i don’t understand..” your voice trails off, face burning with embarrassment because he’s always being so mean to you. it takes you by surprise when you feel it slap against your clit, your gaze finally shifting downwards to see his cock— throbbing and slick with your juices, thick precum collecting at the tip.

he really didn’t cum.

“oh, dumb girl,” he coos, “did you forget our agreement?”

he wishes he had whipped out his phone to record the sight of you. it’s adorable, your pretty body folded into a mating press, teary eyes desperately looking up at him as you whine and complain that he tricked you, that’s he’s not being fair, but all he can think about is how he wants to ruin that pussy that you have so clearly on display for him.

he pushes his length inside you all at once, tip kissing your cervix as your head falls back, sobbing that’s it’s too much for you. “aww,” endo feigns sympathy, leaning forward until his face hovers right over the side of your neck, “it’s just too bad you didn’t do a very good job matching my timing.”

he licks a slow, deliberate stripe down your neck and sucks— sucks hard before releasing the skin with a pop to admire the mark he’s planted on you. “since you couldn’t do that for me,” he starts, fingers running along your waist, “you don’t have any other choice but to let me use this pretty body of yours, don’t you?”

“gonna fuck you so stupid— ‘till your brain’s too mushy to think up any more little tricks.”

KIRYUU MITSUKI.

“hey,” kiryuu slaps your cunt lightly, “i don’t remember teaching you to do that.”

his voice is gentle, almost unnervingly so as he pulls your back flush against his chest, hand coming to spread you open for him. “let’s try again.”

“j-just wanted more…kiryuu,” you whine when he’s slow to sink the first finger deep inside, pumping it in and out as his thumb comes to circle at your clit, the precision making your hips jerk and push against him.

“more?” his voice comes out directly besides your ear and it sends a strong shiver down your back, “you’re getting real greedy with me, princess.”

he obliges regardless, eyes gauging your reaction as he slips a second finger inside, pumping them a little faster into your cunt. “f-fuck…” you sigh, walls fluttering eagerly around his fingers when he begins to curl them against your walls.

“look— at the mess you’re making all over us.” your eyes shift downwards, face burning at the sight of his fingers, pretty hands coated in thick layers of your slick, the muscles of his forearms flexing with each curl of his fingers. “see?”

“that’s why i’m gonna take my time with you,” he coos, fingers curling against that spongy spot inside you that dots your vision with stars, “n watch your pretty pussy swallow my fingers like this.”

the lewd noises of his fingers fucking your cunt has you approaching your high, but you’re greedy for more— and knows that painfully well. he’s not any different, cock bulging tight under his pants and desperate to bury itself deep inside you, but not yet.

kiryuu fights back the smile that threatens to creep onto his lips when you gasp loudly at the stretch from a third finger slipping inside you, the thickness making your thighs tremble against his touch. “so pretty for me,” he lulls, “feeling good, huh?”

he loves watching your reactions, eyes intent on watching the way your expression contorts with pleasure, mouth slightly ajar to let out little pants and huffs, your own attention focused on how good his fingers feel inside you. he can tell you’re getting close with the way your thigh has started to tremble harder against his, hips occasionally jerking from the stimulation.

“you’re so good,” he coos, letting out a lazy grunt as his other hand comes to hold your face, “but no more looking. okay?”

his hand clasps over your mouth, your head tilting back to face the ceiling— and that’s when he switches. your head falls back on his shoulder when he’s suddenly he’s suddenly fucking you faster, fingers slamming into the most sensitive spots inside you. his thumb comes to rub roughly at your clit, drawing lewd moans from you as your thighs try and clamp together to fight the stimulation.

“i know, baby, i know—” his voice comes out calm, and he knows what you need. he knows how to work his fingers to make your head spin, knows this pace will have you whining that it’s too much, but he wants to see you cum. so he aims to pummel his fingers against that deep spot inside you, relishing in the way your thighs tremble violently in response.

“mmmp—!” your moans come out muffled against his hand, but he understands. “you’ll cum for me this time, won’t you?”

his hand leaves your mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting the two before he’s holding your thigh open for him, spreading you so he can thumb at your clit harder. “y-yes! ‘m gonna cum, f-fuck— kiryuu” you babble, eyes clenching shut and hands coming to squeeze at his forearms.

it’s too much. you find yourself right along the edge, eyes clenched shut because it’s just too much, but your cunt is eagerly swallowing his fingers whole, juices dripping down your thighs and his arms— “that’s right, you’re so good for me.” his voice comes out a little rushed, a little more breathless as he fucks his fingers into you.

“you can take this.”

all it takes is one more curl of fingers and his thumb to swipe over your clit to have you crying his name loudly, cunt spasming around his fingers as you gush all over him. you whine when he takes his fingers out, dragging them along your folds to watch the way your hips jerk at the overstimulation.

“that was better. see?”

he brings his fingers to your face, and you open your mouth in a daze, swirling your tongue lazily around each finger as he sighs contently, cock throbbing at the thought of your lips wrapped around his dick instead. “ahh… that’s so good.”

“you’re doing so good,” he whispers, “you can take another one. turn around for me, sweet thing.”

KAJI REN.

“thought i told you to be quiet,” kaji growls against your cunt, “not to fake it.”

“‘m trying—” you stammer, thighs trembling as your hands lay flat on the surface, your body bent over his desk as he eats you out from behind.

“what?” his voice ghosts against your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath, “needa be muffled?”

your face burns when he takes out your panties, wet from the way he was grinding his cock against your clothed cunt earlier. you got him so riled up— his mind still stuck on how irresistible you looked folded over his desk, his bulge nestled so nicely between the globes of your ass. he should have tossed you onto his bed next, get a good look at how his cock sits between your thighs when you’re in prone bone, then get you arching your back and pulling at the sheets for him because he always fucks you that good.

but you had to test his patience today.

“open.” he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, fingers subtly ghosting over your lips before his hands are back around your thighs, tugging on them to urge you to come closer.

"gonna teach you a lesson," he spits, and his mouth is back on your cunt in an instant, tongue coming to roughly lap at the slick that’s started dripping. your face contorts, thighs pressing together- but his rough hands are moving to keep you wide open for him.

kaji has always been messy, groaning directly into your cunt as he licks and sucks, eating you out with fervor until he knows your eyes are rolling back into your skull, lewd noises barely muffled by the tiny wad of fabric in your mouth.

he’s slurping loudly, licking and sucking on your clit, and he brings his tongue down to prod at your hole, eyes narrowing into a glare when you try and clench your thighs together. his hands come to hook around the front of your hips, yanking you roughly back until you’re flush against his face, his tongue deep inside your hole as he licks in every direction, fucking you on his tongue while you make those sinful noises for him.

“k-kaji,” your words come out slurred from the muffle, your saliva dribbling onto his table, “‘m close!”

“oh f-fuck,” you cry when two fingers are shoved deep inside you, lewd noises echoing in his room when he fucks them in and out of your cunt, his mouth coming to flick at your clit. it’s becoming too much, and you try to escape by going higher onto your toes— but he doesn’t let you.

“don’t you dare,” he warns with a low growl against your cunt, hand squeezing your thigh to keep you firmly planted against his face. “quit squirming and take it.”

the knot in your stomach is tightening, pushing you closer and closer as his fingers seem to reach impossibly further inside your cunt with each movement, beating against that sweet spot inside that has you moaning so loudly against your panties.

“a-ah—” your eyes widen when his tongue flicks over your clit perfectly, and the coil inside your stomach snaps in an instant, screaming into the fabric as your walls flutter over his fingers, gushing into his mouth as he groans and laps at your cunt messily.

your jaw goes slack even he begins to slows down, fingers leaving your walls empty and needy so he can bring them to his lips and suck on them, get a last taste of you before he’s sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. your panties fall onto his desk, body reduced to a trembling mess.

and it’s everywhere. dripping down your thighs, coated over his entire hand— his face. if he was even trying to get it off of his mouth in the first place, it didn’t work.

“you’re fucking messy,” his voice is raspy when he leans over you, heavy cock pressing against your ass. “and we’re not done yet.”

there’s a deep, shaky groan from him when he first pushes his cock between your thighs, using your slick to get his dick wet. he’s throbbing by now, so desperate to be inside you, and it’s rubbing against your folds so nicely, tip nudging against your swollen clit each time he pushes forward.

“k-kaji,” you whine, “i wanna see you.”

his eyes widen a bit at the innocent request, your pretty face peering back at him with that fucked out look in your eyes— it’s cute. he’s gentle when his arms come to wrap around you, picking you up and pressing your back against the walls of his room.

“gonna make you cum over n over,” he grunts, sinking you slowly down onto his thickness. he’s always been harder to take in this position, cock practically splitting you open— and your sinful moans are going straight into his ear with the way you’ve latched onto his shoulders.

“you’re so big, kaji,” you gasp, “feels so good.”

“yeah?” his voice is low, breathless as he starts to slam his hips up into yours, tip prodding against your cervix each time he bottoms out. “you like that?”

“mhm,” your lips come to messily suck at his neck, and he groans loudly. “want more, kaji. please—”

"more?" he snarls, audible slaps echoing throughout the room from the way he's bouncing you even harder against his hips. "squirting all over my face wasn’t enough for you, huh?”

you grab at him to avoid falling from the roughness, arms tangled tightly around his neck to let him fuck you with pure strength, thickness spreading you so good as your slick dribbles down his balls.

"i better not hear you whining later that it’s too much.”

pt 2: suo, sakura, togame, & umemiya x f!reader

[cherryapplefish]

A Caleb who begs.

A Caleb who’s on his knees, pressing you against the wall. His arms wrap around your thighs, just below the curve of your ass, waiting, as he holds himself against you.

A Caleb who looks up at you with the biggest puppy eyes, lower lip jutting just slightly as he presses his chin to your stomach.

“Please let me eat you out. Please. Please. Please. At least one lick, pips. I need to taste you.”

And how can you resist him?

This sweet man who begs and pleads and needs.

You’ve always given in to him. Whatever Caleb wants, whatever Caleb gets. Just as he’s done for you his whole life, you’ll do for him.

[heartkaji]

★ REN KAJI + BOYFRIEND TEXTS ?!

synopsis ꣑ৎ : random texts with kaji as your boyfriend ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

notes ꣑ৎ : had to make my own kaji smau cuz yall don’t understand him like i do 😣 enjoy my nonchalant king kaji ‧₊ ᵎᵎ

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[ladybyakuya]

are we still friends? + (ren kaji, hayate suo, umemiye hajime, sakura haruka)

cws. | gn!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, sorta character study, fluff, angst, comfort. | redirect to blog navigation.

syn. | How do they react to confession when the feelings are mutual?

notes. | Will there be part two? who knows? but for now please have these. I forgot how to write smut so I'm writing fluff. 

☆ Ren Kaji: Ren does not like talking or listening so he pretends that he can not hear and with his headphones on it's easier to convince but when you specifically ask him to take it off so that you could talk it annoys him. He rarely takes his headphones off since it was a gift from someone. So all he does is to take the lollipop out of his mouth and say, "You can talk. I am not listening to anything," It really irritates you but you do not wish to act on it right now. He has started to grow a little too comfortable with your presence around him and maybe. . .just maybe it's time to create a ripple in his stagnant heart. At the rooftop of the school, where gentle breeze and sunlight prevails you say you like him and watch his eyes go bigger. He takes off his headphones with utmost haste demanding, "Say that again," but now it is your turn to annoy him. All your comebacks are full of: "no." , "Did you not listen when i said once?" , "This is why i told you to take your headphones off," and so on. You are so engrossed in conversing with him that you fail to notice his swift motion of leaning and planting a kiss on your cheek. Your lips cease to move for a while yet it is ever so quick and swift that it happens within a blink of your eyes. "Okay, I'll say it for you then," Ren says. Gulping and continuing, "Y/n likes Ren Kaji. and I like you too." in one breath and just vanishes out of your sight. The next few days he is spotted sleeping at unusual times because he has spent sleepless nights regretting why he did not take his headphones off.

★ Hayate Suo: Suo has known for a while that you like him. Well, he is not too sure but he always had a pretty good idea when it comes to emotions. He has probably known even before you that you could harbor feelings for him so when he hears the rumors from other students he does not react much except with some snarky comments to shut those rumors with his sickly sweet saccharine smile. But hearing it from you, at some secluded place near the bike stand of the school is certainly is out of the syllabus for him. At first, he does not know what to say, what to do, or how to react but when your eyes slowly look up to meet him the first thing he thinks if you did it because of rumors or some sort of dare. If so, then both are wrong. He thinks confession should come when it's time not when it is influenced by others. So, all he says is: "I know." eyes blinking a little too much, unable to consider you as his focal point. " I've known for a while." And then, he asks for some time to think about it which is unexpected because from what you have heard he has rejected every other proposal that came his way. You came prepared to be rejected when you decided to confess but this goes out of the syllabus for you too. So, you end up thinking if this is his new way of tormenting people who like him but he really needs time to properly think because he thought there is no way he thought you would like him back. He does not want to hurt you. That goes against his morals. He could feel his cheeks being warm, ears too, palms tucked behind his back cold, and rapid heart rate. "So, this is how it feels to be confessed."

☆ Umemiya Hajime: Being an older brother to everyone has never been a bother until he developed a gut wrenching crush on you or that is how he would like to put it. Not only that, you have developed quite a friendship with Kotoha ever since you started helping her out in her resturant. You are probabaly same age as her which makes things a little more complicated. Was it not enough that you might be under the impression that Kotoha is his girlfriend? Like most other people; But thanks to Sakura for clearing that confusion up. Still. . .still he feels his heart twist whenever he visits the resturant. All he does is to silently watch you. He could have easily creeped you out if you had not developed a crush on him. When Umemiya's visits became you became a little bold, like talking to him, asking about his day, exchanging numbers but never have been alone with him. He always comes with his band of boys. It denifitely nice to hear him laugh, talk and sometimes steal sneaky glances but it does not help with the wave of emotions he makes you feel. So, one day when the door bell chimed and as usual you said, "Welcome" looking in the direction of entrance ceasing your chores all you could do is stare for a moment since the customer is none other than Umemiya Hajime and he is all alone. So, you repeat again, "Welcome Umemiya-san." tearing your gaze away from him. "Kotoha is busy. Should I let her know that - he cuts you off with," i'm not here for her today." sipping water ever so slowly from the glass you just served on the coaster. Is he nuts? is he really doing this? Right now? why is he not freaking out? or maybe he is, internally, just like you. "I'm here for you today." And, when he confirms you turn around to get a proper look. 

"I see," you say.

"You didn't answer my call so i had to come here," Umemiya remarks. 

"so, you are here to scold me?" Umemiya's heart drops in some bottomless pit. He did not mean it to come out this harshly. He is just tensed, especilly after how you texted last night : "I like you Umemiya-san." 

"did you check your phone after last night?" and to that you just nod. You do not want to and who honestly would after confessing to the brightest star. You are so out of league from him. Umemiya smiles. "I see," he speak softly. He gets up and then he is about to leave but just before exting the door he says, "Please, check you phone."

★ Sakura Haruka: Sakura has a habit of talking, and going on and on about it unless someone interrupts. If possible, he would talk in one breath. So, when you say that you like him he dismisses it as a joke. "quit kidding. Nobody likes me. y'know that. . ." And there goes your probably hundred-and-fifth confession. He never takes it seriously no matter how serious you try to be Sakura manages to bungle up your intentions so quick yet you can not seem to blame him. If anything he is too honest, so often he comes as rude and obnoxious but his intentions are so pure that sometimes it makes you think can a person be this stupid? But this time when you confessed you thought this would go in the usual direction; him dismissing it as a joke but this time when he looks at you he is faced with something new, something he is not good at handling. "you. . . are you crying?" And it dawns on you how heavy your heart has become with his oblivious nature. all those "I like you-s." never reached his heart, only his head. You quickly wipe away your tears and try to cover it up with the most brilliant lie ever to exist. "It's just dirt." given his oblivious nature he is supposed to buy but he is asking questions again. "You. . . all these time. . . were serious?" Yes, you absolute dimwit. You can not even nod to confirm his thinking. You swallow hard trembling lips parting to speak and you are met with his chest with his arms wrapped around you. " I-I ... was told that if you like someone...you can hug them... y'know when they ...say they ...like you," he starts to stammer and it creates a swarm of laughter arises from your stomach. "Whoever told you that must know a lot about dating," you say having a fair idea who it might be.

[retroaria]

Hi, happy new year!! I hope you're doing great! 🎊🎆

This is genuinely so random but I would love to request fluffy windbreaker boys (choji, sakura, suo, etc etc.) reacting to their s/o calling them for help because they got hurt ... but it's just a tiny scar ! I wanna know how they would react if they found their s/o acting dramatic over a small scratch lol 😭

this request is vv cute, i don’t write for choji so i swapped him with kaji!! thank you anon and happy new year to you as well <333 ~ aria!

𓂃⋆.˚ these guys are somehow patient as ever... ── ★

★ how the windbreaker boys would react to an apparently “injured” s/o. gn!reader btw!!

★ mentions of blood, cuts, injuries, etc. for kaji, reader works in a cafe i just picked something random for the plot.

• wb m.list • as always, reblogs are appreciated!

★ he's just in awe...

“Did you just snicker at me?” you raised a brow in annoyance, shooting an expectant glance at Suo as he worked gently to wrap a bandage around your hand. Your question only seemed to amuse him more, the smirk plastered on his face began to stretch out to a smile as he tried to hold back his bubbling giggles. “Hmph~ I could’ve bled to death you know.” you pouted at him again - even you knew it wasn’t that serious of a cut, but here he was making you feel like an idiot for waking him up at the crack of dawn because you couldn’t cut an avocado properly.

“I’ve had nose bleeds more crucial than this~ you’re going to be fine my love.” he coed at you through his goofy smile, letting out a few breathy chuckles as he spoke.

The cut was right between your thumb and index finger, which was genuinely an annoying place to get a cut. You woke up this morning and for some reason decided to play master chef, wanting to surprise Suo with breakfast in bed. As you began cutting into the avocado, cutting through the skin and around the inner pit, you had failed to realize your hand was in the way of a full 360° cut. You pushed the knife down with a force you’d usually only use if your flesh wasn’t in the way, but of course, you didn’t notice until it was too late.

A fair amount of blood had gushed out at first, but the wound stopped bleeding by the time Suo had woken up to your frantic calls from the kitchen. He all but hopped out of bed and sprang straight to your side. When you lifted the paper towel you were using to soak up some of the blood in your hand, his eyes darted between you and the cut before he let out a sigh of relief - and slight disbelief. Without saying a word, he grabbed your hand and guided you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet as he rummaged through the cabinet below the sink for the first aid kit.

As he made the final rotation around your hand, he pulled the end of the bandage tightly. You winced a bit and watched as he tucked it snug under itself. Suo looked up at you, still smiling.

“Does your ouchie feel ok now?” he said in a mocking tone, standing before you with your hands in his to bring you up with him.

“Fuck you, this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t trying to do something nice for you…” you pouted again and looked away, feeling rather silly and unaccomplished for not being able to finish breakfast.

“Miraculously, you didn’t get any blood on the food. How about you sit down and I finish breakfast, hmm? Don’t want you working yourself too hard when you’re oh so injured, my poor baby~” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, ignoring the disgruntled look on your face and planting a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “No more knives for you, yeah?” he chuckled softly against your skin.

★ has no idea what's going on...

“S-sakura! I’m serious! I don’t think I can walk like this, can you please come get me?” your words came out like sobs over the call, but of course, Sakura was already sprinting to you the second you said you were hurt. He got to the street you were on and peered down every alley until he spotted you on the ground leaned against the wall of a building, clutching your ankle in pain. He immediately ran over to you and fell to his knees beside you. He was panting from the run there and his eyes scanned your body for any visible signs of injury.

“Hey-hey, its ok. What happened? Did someone hurt you!? Who was it?” Before even assessing the scene before him, Sakura was in a frenzy. He was practically seething at the thought of someone hurting you, yet his hands began to wrap around you gently, contrasting his demeanor. You gazed into his eyes for a few moments before glancing over at the culprit, beaconing his eyes to follow yours.

“A…a soda can…?” his angered expression twisted into a dopy look of confusion. He looked at the can a few seconds longer before looking down at your ankle and noticing that your foot was aligned just fine. His eyes then met yours again. “Did you…just trip on the can?”

“Y-yeah, and I fell and scraped the palms of my hands too. It hurts Sakura…c-can you carry me?” you sniffled, bringing one hand up to wipe your tear stained cheeks. For a moment, he looked at you in disbelief. You caught his expression and furrowed your brows at him. “I’m serious! What if it’s sprained!?”

“Well, is it?” he asked cluelessly as he scratched the back of his head.

“How should I know!?” you shot back, upset that he wasn’t taking you seriously.

“I-I just wanna make sure! Did you try walking on it?” he was still a bit confused but his voice was laced with genuine concern.

“No, that’ll just hurt even more, please I don’t want it to hurt~” you pouted up at him, your eyes glossy as they looked into his. He couldn’t bear the sight of you this distressed anymore.

“No no, don’t worry baby it’s gonna be ok...” he scoured his brain for the right words to use, nervous to upset you any further. “I-I can carry you home and we’ll uh…figure it out from there. I’m gonna make you feel better though I promise. Please stop crying...” he pushed any possible doubt from his mind and wrapped his arms under your body, lifting you up bridal style. He gave you a warm smile as your body molded comfortably against his.

He walked you home and laid you down in bed, placing an ice pack over your ankle before laying down next to you. He comforted you in your fragile state until you drifted off to sleep, and eventually, you kicked the ice pack off your ankle as your body shifted in the bed. Sakura let out a sigh of relief, glad that you had finally stopped crying and that by the morning you’d believe his love and a little ice healed your supposedly broken ankle.

★ you're lucky he loves you...

panting, heaving, covered in sweat and slightly more scuffed than usual - your knight in shining armor, ren kaji, makes his grand entrance to save you. even from way behind the counter, you could see the subtle smirk forming at the corner of his mouth as he gazed upon your hopeful expression.

"I came as soon as I got your text, is everything ok?" his eyes scanned over you and the rest of the cafe, checking for any signs of struggle.

well, you didn't expect him to run here like your life was in danger. you began to feel a bit small under his gaze, thinking of how to tell him what happened. he walked closer to you on the other side of the counter, leaning in to get a betterlook. as far as he could tell, you didn't seem injured at all. his eyes made their way back to yours and he raised his eyebrow a bit. truthfully, he didn't want to accept that he'd abandoned his patrol early in order to come here for nothing, so he persisted a bit and calmed his demeanor.

"Hey...y-you ok?" his voiced began to rasp towards the end and he cleared his throat.

"Well, yeah, but..." you let your words trail off as you raised your hand over to him. he looked down at your palm for a few seconds before grabbing it with his hand and pulling it closer to him. after a few more moments of inspection, he let out a sigh and looked up at you.

"What are you even trying to show me?" he said slightly annoyed.

"You don't see it?" you pouted at him. you leaned in closer and pointed at a small sharp of glass splintered into your palm.

"I don't see shit..." he said slightly frustrated as he genuinely tried to find what it is you were trying to show him. He turned your hand a bit and the light reflected off the glass enough for it to finally show in his vision. "A splinter?"

you looked up at him through glossy, hooded eyes - trying your best to make him give in and help you despite the look of annoyance and disbelief plastered on his face right now. "Uh, yeah...a-and it hurts! so, i can't take it out on my own..."

he furrowed his brows and closed his eyes - turned his head slightly down as to hide his face from you. how was he supposed to scold you for taking him away from his duties when you looked at him like that? it was absurd. he took a few deep breaths before his eyes met yours again. he decided that he'd make sure you knew this was a nusance, but he still wanted to play knight in shining armor.

and so he sat there at the cafe counter, his face disgruntled and a pair of tweezers in his hand as he shaky attempted to remove the small shard of glass from your hand. if he had taken a few minutes to calm down he surely could've done this much faster, but eventually he did get the glass out - a sense of pride washing away some of his annoyance as you thanked him.

"It's whatever, y-you're welcome...but next time, don't just text me 'help', maybe fill me in on the situation before i run halfway across town." he huffed.

network: @pixelcafe-network

[ve1vet-cake]

"You.. remembered?"

It had been a day like any other. Ren had made breakfast for Angel and himself, humming to himself. The rhythm of domiciliary that Angel and him had grown accustomed to was akin to that of their hearts, seemingly beating in unison.

They couldn’t be happier, slender fingers delicately handling the kitchenware. 

Angel was his 

Just the thought made the man’s insides tingle and pleasantly twist, the excitement quickly spreading onto his lips, stretching them into a soft grin. For the first time since meeting the love of his life he felt happy. Loved. 

He was plating the food and setting the table, ready for the day and for them. He carefully made his way to the bedroom, intending to wake Angel when he already saw them sat up, staring at their knees.

Their body was still halfway covered by the soft blanket, a shirt of his loosely hanging off their frame.

“REDACTED”

The name fell from their lips faster than Ren could greet them.

And with that one word his world seemed to shatter.

A part.. A fraction.. Of him was delighted, stomach churning in pleasant surprise.. but it was short lived. The twists and tightening quickly turned into dread.

Why now!?

Why that god forsaken name!?

…. Why couldn’t the illusion stay?

Ren contemplated restarting the day, to relive the idyll and prevent Angel from uttering that abomination of a-

“REDACTED”

The name flowed so innocently from Angel’s lips. So beautifully, so… Untainted. 

They peered up at him, a soft smile on their face. 

“It’s your name, right? Your actual name. REDACTED.”

Ren’s heart stuttered. The sight of them, so sweetly saying their name.. without any stigma. Any hatred. Any… Disgust.

“You… remember..?”

“I do.”

It had taken Angel to embrace him to stop the tears. To stop the shaking.

They hadn’t anticipated this reaction from Ren but nonetheless they wanted to comfort. To heal.

It had taken a lot to get Ren to open up. 

Why are you so uncomfortable?

Should I not call you that..? But.. why?

Can I make it better?

Angel listened patiently as Ren spoke. Not much, just the gist of his hatred.

“My father.”

They nodded, recalling the shared childhood the aftermath of abuse they had witnessed. While oblivious to the signs in their youth, Angel was now wiser and aware of just how broken Ren had been… And still was.

“You know..” 

They cupped his cheeks gently, making him look at them. Clear crystal blue peered at Angel. 

"im!mFun oelec?tCro phMre§$tica%lly ventrGicu§"lo cis="!tLrnost Po&%mies"

Their thumb gently caressed Ren’s cheek in soothing, light circles. Their voice had been barely above a whisper. Just for him to hear. Just for him to feel.

“And I will show you.. Just how beautiful you are.��

[lareynaderucorazon]

Motorcycle Sex - Rendacted x Flirt Reader

You are a flirt.

You can’t help it, it’s in your nature.

So when you were about to leave with Rendacted on his motorcycle to go meet up with your friends, you did what you do best.

“ugh I forgot to put my lipstick on. babe do you have a mirror?”

Rendacted was already sitting on his motorcycle with his helmet on, visor up.

That’s when your ingeniousness gave you a bright idea.

“the only mirror i have is the one on the bike, let me run back up and grab you yours”

“no it’s ok, i found one”

Rendacted tilted his head a little but was taken off guard when you sat in front of him on the bike. You could see his eyebrows shoot up while confusion and love swirled in his eyes.

You simply smiled at him before reaching up and flipping his visor down.

“hold still for me ok baby?”

The man was in a flustered state behind his helmet. His entire body felt warm and his eyes were dutifully trained on your lips as you smeared on his favorite lipstick.

Once you were done you popped your lips in your reflection before looking past the visor and straight into your boyfriend’s eyes.

You smirked at him before placing a big kiss on his helmet, right where his lips would be.

Your ingeniousness also landed you where you are now.

Back agains the handles, hands tugging on his hair, and your dress flipped up as Rendacted mercilessly fucked his dick into you.

“ba-be~ we’re gonna be latemngh”

“a-and whose fault s’that?”

panting, moans, and curses were the only thing that could be heard from the secluded corner in the parking garage.

…well that and your friends blowing up your phone, asking you where you were at

Extra: Rendacted got your kiss print permanently etched onto his helmet.

[sevarchive]

thinking about them being the big spoon every morning, all sleepy warmth and tangled limbs. their arm is draped over your waist, solid and snug, bicep pressed close like it was made to fit there. they’re still half-asleep, breath slow against your skin, and when you try to move just a little, their grip tightens instantly.

“mm... where you goin’?” they mumble, voice thick and rough, lips brushing the back of your neck. “s'too early... stay with me.” they press a soft kiss there, then another, slower this time, like they’re not fully awake but still need you close.

you feel their fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, tracing light patterns on your stomach. they shift behind you, leg slotting between yours like they’re trying to hold you in place without saying it out loud. their touch is gentle, but there’s something intimate about it; like they know every inch of you and still want more.

“you feel too good,” they whisper, voice rough with sleep, barely more than a breath against your skin. “don’t make me get up yet…”

and just like that, wrapped in strong arms and soft kisses, the world can wait.

𝜗ৎ kunigami rensuke, bunny iglesias, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, itoshi sae, seishiro nagi, oliver aiku, nanami kento, umemiya hajime, keigo takami, choso kamo, mikey sano, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi, gojo satoru, togame jo, iida tenya, rengoku kyojuro, eren jaeger, ren kaji, bakugo katsuki, giyuu tomioka, portgas d. ace, plus your favs﹗

જ⁀➴ © sevarchive ✦ masterlist like/reblogs are appreciated ꣑ৎ

[g0ldwasteland]

Since Valentines Day is coming soon, I've been thinking (shocking, I know)...

Okay, so like, imagine you're stuck in a home, you've been kidnapped, and you've been stuck there for a little while, and without a phone and the fact you've been trying to disassociate and dissappear a lot, you didn't know what day, week or month it was.

So one day, after your captor comes home from some shopping, you're surprised to find them place chocolate in a heart-shaped box (haha nirvana) in front of you, and even more surprised when they refuse to leave your side that whole day, insisting you do all these lovey-dovey couples activities like you werent being held captive.

You were forced to sit through a cheesy romance movie bundled up next to your kidnapper, eat a dumb little romantic dinner (that was shamefully really good, not like you would ever admit it out loud) and after all that was done you were led into the bedroom.

They don't care if you're fully willing or not, really, they'll make you feel good! Even if they have to tie your hands to the bedpost and hold you down till you're shaking and letting out broken little whimpers :)

Hsbdgahbabdgdnennnn.... Ren... but in the end, he knots u cause it's hot cause he should be allowed after doing all that for you, shouldn't he? He went through all that effort to make Valentines Day nice, after all.

To my one friend that follows me and will inevitably see this... nuh uh

[matchawoozii]

backshots w yunho bcs im officially ovulating.

i like the way you think! pairing: bf!yunho x fembodied!reader || warnings: smut, bodily fluids (sweat, cum) || wc: 310 || an: kinda short, sorry :(

the room was quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets and the subtle sound of yunho’s breath behind you. his big, veiny hands ran up and down your waist, causing you to let out a shaky breath, as he pounded into you strongly from behind.

"stay just like that,” he murmured, voice low, lowering himself to press a kiss to your shoulder as his fingers gripped your hips.

you arched your back a little more as his pace gradually increased, the heat of his skin driving you crazy. "fuck, yun-" you gasped, as he leaned in even closer, this time his lips brushed softly against your ear, and whispered,

"you're so good for me." the words were in a low growl, vibrating through you, making your skin flush with heat. his scent—the cologne you loved on him mixed with both your sweat started to fill the room, almost intoxicating in a good way.

of course, you couldn't help but left out a soft moan as your grip on the sheets grew tighter, quietly signaling how good he was making you feel. you felt completely helpless underneath him, and his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you grounding you even as your senses were all over the place.

"so—perfect f'me.." he grunted, breathing heavily as you reached your climax. he followed shortly after, letting his load drip out of you slowly. he even left some roll down your back.

there was a profound silence lingering in the air, just your breathless bodies as you two lay next to each other.

you rolled into his side, connecting your lips together for a soft but long kiss. yunho wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him, running his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and praising you for how well you took him earlier.

[chaeuvy]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑! ⎯ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 pt 1.

summary: Caught in sudden danger, you’re backed against a wall—until he steps in. Without thinking, he shields you with his own body, taking the hits meant for you. He doesn’t fight back—not while you’re behind him, too close to risk. Pain means nothing if it keeps you safe.Only when his crew arrives does he finally turn to you—his voice low, his eyes unreadable. He won’t say it, but it’s clear: He took the damage because it was you. And he’d do it again.

ft. ren kaji, sakura haruki, hajime umemiya.

warnings: violence, injury, swearing, language, physical contact, wbk boys are in loveee,

wc: 1.5k

PT. 2 here with mitsuki kiryu, hayato suo, akihiko nirei.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ REN KAJI ˚｡ ꒱

IT.. happened too fast.

Shouts. Footsteps. The kind of chaos that doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath. You barely had time to turn your head before he moved.

Ren.

He grabbed you without warning. One rough, sudden motion. No hesitation. No explanation.

Before you could even ask what was happening, your back hit the wall—his body pressing into yours, shielding you completely.

Hard. Fast. Protective. You gasped, but he didn’t even look at you.

His attention was locked forward. It was written all over him.

You felt it in the way his muscles tensed, in how tightly he held his position—like he was bracing for impact. Not running. Not fighting.

Just taking it.

You couldn’t see who threw the punches—but you felt each one through him. His body jerked with the force. A sharp breath. A grunt.

He didn’t move. Didn’t fight back.

He could have. You’ve seen him. Fast, precise, ruthless when he has to be. But now… he just stood there.

Because of you.

If he lashed out, you’d be in the line of fire. And he knew it.

So he stayed still. Took the hits. Shielded you like his life meant less than yours.

Your lips parted, breath shaky. “Ren…”

He didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. You were too close. Too close for him to hide how your voice made his resolve falter for a second.

But then—someone shouted.

“REN!!”

Like a storm crashing in, his friends appeared—blows flying, the attacker thrown aside in seconds. The world exploded around you, but Ren didn’t move. Not yet.

For a moment longer, his body stayed in front of yours. Close. Solid. Burning.

Then—he turned. Just enough to look at you.

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough and low.

You nodded. Barely.

His eyes didn’t stay on you for long. Just a flicker. Just enough to make your heart pound for an entirely different reason.

Then he looked away. Like he didn’t trust himself to linger.

And in that second, something unspoken hung between you.

He would’ve taken every hit. Even if no one came. Even if it destroyed him. He would’ve done it—just to keep you safe.

But he’d never say that out loud.

Not now.

Maybe never.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HARUKA SAKURA ˚｡ ꒱

IT.. happend in a Flash.

You weren’t ready for the chaos. The voices, the pounding of footsteps, the way the tension in the air thickened like a warning just before a storm hits.

But he was.

Haruka didn’t speak. Didn’t shout.

He just moved.

One swift, brutal motion. His hand grabbed your arm, yanked you close—too fast for you to resist, too sudden to make sense of. And then—bang.

Your back hit the wall, and his body crashed into yours, pressing you there with a force that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

He didn’t say a word.

His eyes, those sharp, ice-cold eyes, were already locked ahead. Like he’d known this was coming.

Like he’d known the moment would require this: putting himself between you and whatever was coming.

You tried to speak—tried to ask what the hell was going on—but then you saw it.

The punch.

It came fast. Too fast. And Haruka didn’t dodge. Didn’t even try.

He took it.

A hit to the ribs—brutal. Another to the shoulder—

His jaw clenched. His fists stayed tight at his sides.

You knew him well enough to know: he wanted to fight back.

God, he wanted to fight back.

But you were right behind him. Too close. One wrong swing and you’d be the one bleeding.

So he stood there. Arms locked. Back arched slightly to cover you. Breathing sharp. Silent.

Taking every blow meant for you.

“Haruka—” you breathed, but your voice barely left your throat.

You felt it, the subtle twitch in his jaw when he heard you say his name. That one crack in his armor he didn’t want you to see. Not now. Not when his chest felt like it might cave in from both the punches and the fact that you were this close.

Then—

“SAKURA!!”

The alley exploded into movement.

His friends. Finally.

One of them tore the attacker away. Fists flew, curses filled the air—and suddenly, Haruka didn’t have to hold back.

But he didn’t move. Not yet.

He stayed where he was—his body still pressed into yours, shielding, silent. For one more heartbeat. Just to be sure.

Then slowly—finally—he turned his head just enough to look at you.

“You hurt?” His voice was low, rough. It sounded almost… angry. But it wasn’t.

You shook your head, wide-eyed.

His gaze lingered for half a second too long.

That half-second where he let it slip—just a little—how much it shook him to see you that close to danger.

Then, like always, he shut it down. Cold stare back in place. Jaw tight.

“Tch.” He looked away. “You really are a pain.”

But even as he said it, you knew.

He would’ve taken every hit. He would’ve kept standing, even if it broke him in half. As long as you were safe.

He just didn’t want you to know why.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HAJIME UMEMIYA ˚｡ ꒱

It.. happened before you realized what was going on.

The shift in the air. Voices too loud. A tension that shouldn’t be there.

You turned your head—

And then suddenly, he was there.

Hajime.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t explain.

He just stepped forward and pulled you into him, his arm sweeping around you as his body turned with calm precision. One movement—smooth, fast, final.

Then—your back hit the wall.

And his was pressed against you. Broad, steady, solid.

He said nothing, but the way he held himself—body angled in front of you, every muscle coiled, jaw set—told you everything:

You weren’t going to be touched. Not while he was there.

The first punch came. He felt it coming before you did.

He didn’t flinch.

It landed in his side—heavy.

Another hit his shoulder. Hard.

You felt the shudder of impact through him, but he didn’t move.

Didn’t strike back.

You could feel how tightly he was holding himself still. Like a storm held inside a cage.

Because you were behind him.

Too close. Too exposed.

He could’ve ended it in seconds. You knew that.

He could’ve dropped them all without breaking a sweat.

But he didn’t.

Because one wrong move… and you’d be the one in danger.

He’d take the pain instead.

You barely managed a whisper. “Hajime—”

You didn’t think he’d hear it. But he did.

You felt the small shift in him—almost nothing, but enough. Like his whole body heard your voice before his mind even registered it.

But he still didn’t turn. Still didn’t speak.

He just stayed in front of you. Unmoving. Unshakable. Like a wall. Your wall.

Then— “UMEMIYA!!”

The calm broke like thunder.

Familiar voices. Footsteps pounding.

His friends arrived—like a wave crashing into shore.

They didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, the attackers were dealt with. Bodies hit the ground, someone shouted, someone else cursed.

But Hajime didn’t move.

He stayed in front of you. One second longer. Just to be sure.

Then finally, slowly, he turned—his hand coming to rest lightly on your arm as he checked you over with those steady, warm eyes.

“You okay?” His voice was deep, calm. But there was something under it. Something he wasn’t saying.

You nodded, breath caught in your throat. The world was still spinning, but he made it feel quiet somehow.

His gaze held yours. Just for a moment. Long enough to say what he didn’t.

I’d take every hit for you. Without hesitation. I already did.

Then the moment passed.

He looked away, exhaled through his nose like it was nothing. Like you weren’t the reason he threw himself between fists and flesh without blinking.

“UGH I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I‘D HAVE DONT IF YOU GOT HURT.” He gave a small smile—half-teasing, half-relieved. “You gotta stop being so popular with the wrong crowd.”

But his hand didn’t leave your arm.

And he didn’t move away.

Not yet.

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. pt 2 with mitsuki kiryu, hayato suo, akihiko nirei.

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[koipudding]

fake dating blade for a few hours to get couple’s discount but he doesn’t let go of your arm, hand or sleeve. It’s been half an hour after the dinner, but he insists on keeping up the pretense. You indulge him, and it’s totally not because your ears and face are warming up, or that he’s been so gentle this evening. Blade stops by a flower shop, and gets you a lovely bouquet with a keychain of your favorite sanrio character.

“Do you want dessert? It’s my treat.” He guides you to a small ice cream truck, one you’ve been craving for a while (how’d he know… maybe you’ll ask him later?)

Blade drops you off with a kiss on your forehead (you don’t know why but your heart jumps to your throat), and makes sure you’ve locked your doors before you hear the ‘ding!’ of the elevator.

the next day, he’s waiting outside your door, wearing a suit, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. His face is dusted pink, and he offers you a proper dinner date.

“They’re still doing a couple’s discount,” upon seeing your face he adds, “and giving out free plushies.”

[heartkaji]

ren kaji likes sharks.

it was a shocking discovery you made the day you visited his home. he had photo albums from his childhood hidden away in his bedroom drawers, and when you stumbled upon them he fished the books out of your hands and shut the drawer immediately. when kaji slips away for his nightly shower however, you’re quick to reopen his drawer, phone in hand and more than ready to take as many pictures as possible.

baby kaji is always dressed head to toe in shark patterned clothing.

the first page of the album is a polaroid of four year old kaji in a shark onesie. the second is him playing in the rain with a great white umbrella and hammerhead rain boots. the third is a collage of different moments of seven year old kaji leading up to his eighth birthday, each polaroid decorated with shark stickers and the occasional stingray. you keep flipping and flipping, and you soon make it to a page dedicated to kaji’s tenth birthday : a polaroid of ten year old kaji blowing out candles from a jaws cake with a silly, oversized shark fin hat resting on his smaller head, the front of the cap drooping over his eyes.

“the fuck are you doing ?”

you drop the photo book with a thud. you’re caught red handed and fuck you should’ve been more careful and kaji’s gonna fucking kill you and-

is that a great white shark towel ?

“you like sharks.”

kaji’s cheeks are blood drenched. “the hell are you on about—“

you point to his towel, “you like sharks. oh my god, kaji you like sharks.”

the blood on his cheeks creep up to his ears and it takes everything inside you not to burst out laughing. who would’ve thought big bad wolf ren kaji would be a great white enthusiast ?

“if anyone at furin hears about this you’re done.”

“don’t worry ren, your secret’s safe with me.”

( your secret was in fact not safe with him, and kusumi and umemiya had quite the field day with the new information. )

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

a/n : based on a personal hc i have that kaji is a shark fan <3

[hiskillingjar]

Watersports (Ren/beastkin MC)

third person, ren's pov. dfab catgirl mc. contains piss. sip sip.

"Umff, umff, umff,"

Ren opened his tired eyes wearily, reaching up to rub the crusts of sleep out of them and nuzzling his face into the soft bedsheets before he committed to waking up properly.

Or, he would have done that, as he always did, if he didn't feel his pet hungrily rutting against the back of his thigh, her full hips colliding with it as gently as she could manage.

And he might have been sharply awoken with a jolt, had the movement not been so familiar by now. 

But because it was so familiar now, he just sighed softly before he spoke in an exhausted voice.

"Guh...are you at it again...?" He asked, his voice groggy.

"I'm sorry," She murmured through heavy pants, not stopping her hungry thrusts for even a moment, but hiding her face against his shoulder, ashamed at her lack of control, her velvety ears rubbing against his chin. "I'm sorry. I'm...nhh, I'm in heat..."

"Yes, I can see that." He responded with a fond snort, turning onto his back and looking up at her properly, gently stroking her ears as he spoke. The cat beastkin sitting atop him was already so cute, but she was impossibly adorable when she was in  heat."...When did it start?"

"I don't know," She said, her gaze sinking down as she rutted on top of him, curling her fingers into his sleep shirt. "I just woke up and...hah, I couldn't take it..."

"Poor thing~" He cooed in a teasing, mock-pitying tone. He did feel bad for her, especially since he went through the hellish sensations of heat every month too, but he wouldn't deny that he enjoyed seeing her so pent up, too, especially when it made her so desperate that she couldn't even wait for him to wake up first. "Yeah, I can tell. You're sooo needy lately, aren't you, kitty?" 

As he spoke, he gently tapped her hips in a commanding manner, giving her a very clear instruction to lift her hips, which she obeyed, shifting upwards, her tail whipping to and fro behind her, as Ren tugged her damp panties down.

"That's it... there you go," He praised, smiling fondly at her shiver as his fingers rubbed against her slit, feeling the dew clinging to her silky folds and thick pubic hair. "Look at yooou... so, so cute, sweetie. Is my little kitty in heat, huh? Are you all dripping, huh?"

"Yes," She whined with a nod, shivering even more. "Nyahh...mmh..."

"Shhh, there, there..." He shushed, chuckling softly when she whined, feeling the heat from her body and the dampness of her arousal. "Be a good kitty and I'll take care of you, alright? Can you do that for me, mmm?"

"Ren," She took in a needy gasp, her hips wiggiling against his even more as he used her slick to moisten his palm, tucking down his shorts and working his fist up and down his hardening cock. "Ren, Ren, Rennie...please..."

"You are just so cute." Ren praised with a growing smile, gently grasping her hip, half tempted to dig in his claws and mark her, as he had before. "I love it when you whine like that, mmh..." He bit his lip, leaning up against the bed's headboard and pressing his face into his pet's soft chest. "My sweet kitty. You're all so warm...so tight-"

They both groaned weakly as he eased himself inside of her, her insides parting beautifully for him, and her hungry desperation making her instantly bounce on top of him.

It really was a shame their heat cycles hadn't synced up yet. The idea of days upon days of never-ending fun was very appealing.

"There you go.... ahh...There we go, good kitty~," Ren interrupted himself with a deep groan as she took him deeper inside herself, taking him without any issue thanks to how soaked she was. 

He leaned up, pushing their chests together, bringing a clawed hand to the back of her head and tangling his fingers into her dark hair, as he claimed her mouth in a deep, messy kiss, fangs biting at her plush lips and taking his time to enjoy the taste of honey and chocolate on her tongue.

And she was such a good girl as he took advantage of her body like this, her tail wagging slowly with each deep thrust, communicating without words her hunger and desire. Pulling away from the kiss, she panted hungrily against his lips, her insides tightening up around his pulsating cock, as she moaned and mewled. 

Her full backside slammed onto his hips with each eager and rough bounce of her hips, enough to make his head spin and a flush spread over his cheeks.

It was so good. A little too good.

Before he even realised it, he was lifting her by her hips and pressing her down into the bed.

"NYAH!" She shrieked weakly as he forcibly swapped their positions, kneeling between her legs and staring down at her as he pushed her legs up to her chest, making the depth of his thrusts even better and the power over her that much more intense. "GOD, REN!"

"You're so cute when I have you like this..." He murmured, his voice hungry, starving. "So helpless. I could do whatever I want to you, couldn't I?"

"Pleaseeee," She moaned, her eyes rolling back as he pushed completely inside of her, to the beginnings of his swollen knot, pinning their hips together and filling her without movement for a moment. "Please, I need-I need-"

"You know what." He interrupted her, leaning over her trembling body and bringing their faces close together, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off of her. "I actually need to take a leak, kitty."

"H-Huh?" She stammered, blinking those big brown eyes and whining with complaint as Ren initially drew his hips back...

Before she felt the stream of urine over her over-sensitive cunt.

Her face went beet red at the sensation, eyes widening as he let out a sigh of relief. 

His pet was just so desperate and needy, in heat and writhing around beneath him, and he'd never been much of a sadist, but..... she was just too adorable when he did things like this to her.

It was too good to resist.

"You're such a good kitty, letting me use your pretty pussy to piss in..." He whispered, grinning with glistening, wet fangs when she grimaced and tried to look away. "Hah, but you like that, don't you?"

She said nothing, but she was squirming and mewling again, struggling underneath him as he pressed his tip inside of her, just adding to the demeaning sensation of urine filling her cunt.

"Don't move around, now... there's a good girl." He crooned encouragingly, as if he wasn't doing this, reaching with one hand to pet the top of her head, rubbing his fingers into her ears. "Let me finish, alright? Then I'll get you right back to where you were, I promise, mmh?"

"Y-You're so mean to me," She murmured softly, a pathetic touch of complaint to her sweet voice.

"Am I being mean, sweetie?" He asked her, raising a brow as his grin softened into a smirk. "Nooo...I'm really not. Not if you're a good kitty, at least."

He gripped another handful of her hair, forcing their gazes together again, foreheads pushed together, his gaze oppressive and heavy.

"I mean...I'm kind of doing you a favour, really, letting you feel useful and not like the horned up slut you're acting like."

 "You should be grateful. I could be way worse."

[14dayswithyou]

The 14DWY brainrot is real... >_< were ypu planning on sharing koi ren's design here too or is it discord only for now? remember to drink lots n lots of water today 🐸☔️

i don't rmbr if i included this but can you share any koi crumbs too?

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaaa I'm 14 years late to this ask (/silly), but thank you for reminding me!! I'll add the new Mer Ren design to da queue >:3

I'll also put the Koi Ren (I'm rocking with this new name!!) crumbs under the cut!!

"Stop rocking the boat, Ren." Without sparing a glance in his direction, you continue to stare out into the vast, open lake. "You'll scare away all the fish."

Had you turned around, you would've seen the faux-deadpan look on his face as Ren takes in the irony of your words. As if to prove a point, he gently swishes his tail in the water, which causes small ripples to form and (eventually) disturb your bobber. "I don't think the boat is the problem here."

"Okay, how about this... One more fish, then we can go back." You finally look back at your scaley companion — who was still leaning against the edge of your tin boat with a lazy smile — and give him a resolute nod. "Promise."

"Sure," Ren casually reaches into the boat to pick and pluck at some of your live bait. "But you said that about the last three fish."

"This will be the last one. I swear."

"You... swear?" You try to ignore the way Ren swallows up one of your minnows as if you weren't using them for bait as he continues to speak, "Like... curse words? Humans sure are weird creatures."

As if realising his comment, Ren's ocean-blue eyes widen slightly and shift towards your form. "N-Not... Not you, though."

With a laugh, you playfully try to nudge him off of the boat. All it does is cause it to tip slightly, but Ren steadies it when you show signs of losing balance.

"Alright. One more fish, then?"

You nod and cast your attention back to your rod once more. You don't even notice the silence — nor Ren slipping away — until you suddenly feel a tug on your line and call out to your companion in excitement. "That was quick!"

Quickly reeling it in, you wonder what kind of fish you'd just caught — it's definitely stronger than you anticipated, given how the rod drastically bends and snaps at every movement from the fish. And just as you see the shadow from the murky depths get closer, the ripples get bigger and cause a stir underneath your tin boat. Standing up now, you try with all your might to reel it on board...

...Only for a mess of black hair to emerge from below and peer up at you with a smug look.

"Ren!"

"Looks like you got a big one."

"C'moooon." You practically whine, though you allow Ren to haul himself into your tiny boat and rest his head in your lap. You can still feel his body shake from underneath your touch, no doubt still laughing at his poor attempt at a joke. "This doesn't count."

A beat passes before your fishy companion responds. "...Hm? Fine then."

Another moment of silence follows before he slithers back into the water without another word. Half of you worries that you might've said something to offend him (there was still the tiniest hint of a language barrier between you two). Still, it ultimately leads to nothing as Ren soon emerges once more — only this time, he's hauling the biggest largemouth bass you'd ever seen into your boat.

"This good enough?" He looks at you with wide, blue eyes. "If not, I can probably find a sturgeon and—"

"It's bigger than my boat!"

"Is this what your kind calls... exaggeration? Because your boat is big enough even for me to—"

"—Arghh! It's getting water everywhere! Put it back!"

It was almost comical how Ren tossed the fish over his shoulder and back into the water without breaking eye contact with you.

Another wave of silence hits, yet neither of you seems to move or break the awkward staring contest you'd somehow started. It's then when you notice Ren's grin get bigger — most likely at your resignation and embarrassment — which causes you to fall back into your seat in defeat.

"Fine. Enough fishing for today. Let's head back." Busying yourself with the bucket of fish and tacklebox in front of you, you secure your gear and pack everything away. But it seems Ren had other plans, seeing as he took it upon himself to climb back into your boat and rest his arms on your legs. No longer able to move as freely, you have no choice but to indulge in his carefree whims.

"But you caught me. Aren't you going to bring me home too?"

"As much as I want to," Truly, you do. You've always wanted to show Ren the world outside of Lake Bluemoss. "There's no way I'm carrying you all the way down the mountain."

"You never know until you cry."

"Try." You correct him. "Until you try."

"Your kind sure are funny." Ren nuzzles himself closer. "Perhaps another time, then... Stay here tonight."

Your body pricks up at his words, and you spare a glance at the abandoned boathouse near the dock. Despite its rough and rugged exterior, you and Ren actually made it quite comfy. It had some of your old blankets and sheets thrown over one of the boats to make it comfortable to lounge in — alongside a giant empty tank that you and Ren filled with water for him to sit in as well. Despite the lack of human traction, the place still felt homey and well-loved.

"...I guess I could."

"Then what are we waiting shore?"

You had to roll your eyes at his attempt at a pun.