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Little Baby

Pairing: Bonten! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Baby! Male! Reader

Warnings: Platonic relationship, mention of drugs, bad words (?), fluff.

Summary: Manjiro found a little abandoned baby, no matter how cold his heart is, he is not willing to abandon him when he can save him.

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

He had to go talk to a potential ally; this was probably the part he hated most as the leader of Bonten.

The night was already dark, and the jerk who had turned out to be the leader of another mafia had put him in a bad mood. He preferred to walk through the busy streets of Tokyo, seeking solace there.

The rain soaked him, giving him a feeling of comfort. He ducked into an alley as a shortcut, frowning at the sound of a baby crying.

He slowly approached a cardboard box almost destroyed by raindrops. He bent down and lifted one of the box's lids; inside was a baby with a soaked blanket.

The tiny infant cried relentlessly, its eyes wide open in shock. Manjiro picked up the tiny baby and cradled it in his arms.

He ran through the streets of Tokyo; He had to get to Bonten's mansion quickly and give the little baby in his arms a good bath, because the last thing he wanted was for him to get sick and die.

He ignored the incredulous looks from the other Bonten executives who turned to him when they saw him running in, completely soaked and holding something.

He entered his room. The baby, fortunately, had stopped crying after feeling the warmth emanating from Manjiro's body.

He began filling the tub and removing the baby's few clothes so he could put him in.

"It's okay. I'll put you in for a bath, and soon you'll be warm and ready for bed." Manjiro gently rocked the baby.

The baby had large gray eyes, and the little hair that had begun to grow was the same color.

"You're very small, probably not even a year old." The baby's tiny hands played with his cheeks. Manjiro's opaque orbs glowed like they hadn't in years.

He stripped off his own clothes. He had no idea how to bathe a baby, but to avoid accidents, he was going to get in close with him so he could do it right.

Sitting the baby on his lap, he began pushing the water toward the infant's tiny body, adding the shampoo and being careful not to get the soap in his eyes.

The baby made small, happy noises; Manjiro couldn't help but wonder how he still had so much energy.

He didn't know how long he'd been abandoned in that alley, but he was sure he hadn't received any food.

"You're strange, aren't you hungry?" Holding him by the armpits, Manjiro spoke to the baby in front of him. "Ababa." Clearly, the baby wasn't responding.

He finished washing both of them and, with no clothes left for the baby, decided to improvise with one of his t-shirts.

Once the baby was dry and dressed, he settled him into his bed, with pillows around him to prevent him from falling and hurting himself.

He turned around and walked to his closet, taking out his clothes so he could get dressed. He finished putting on his shirt, and the sound of his door opening alerted him.

"Chief, is everything all right?" The voice belonged to Haruchiyo, and Manjiro was quick to open the door. "It's all right." The pink-haired man scanned the room, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the baby in the center of the room playing with its tiny feet.

"H-how, w-what's a baby doing here?" The shock prevented him from properly formulating the question he wanted to ask. "I found it on the street, so I brought it with me." Manjiro's answer puzzled him further.

"Just like that?" he asked. "Yes."

Manjiro turned his back on Sanzu, walking back to the baby. He took the baby in his arms, looking at it adoringly.

Sanzu's breath hitched; Manjiro's eyes shone with pure love. "Chief, will the baby be staying with you?" Manjiro glanced at Sanzu, almost warning his of the power of his words. "Of course he will. Tomorrow I'll introduce him to the others. Now go."

Sanzu left the room with clumsy steps, not daring to give the pair behind him another glance. Everything he'd fought for had been achieved by a baby in less than three hours.

And despite the anger that filled him, the baby was beautiful. Its beautiful eyes shone brighter than a thousand stars, its face was soft, and Sanzu couldn't help but feel his heart soften.

If his king had decided to keep the baby, he would now be his little prince. And he would protect him at all costs.

The next morning, by Manjiro's order, all the Bonten executives were sitting at the conference room table. "What's this for?" Akaishi asked. "Mikey was the one who ordered us here; no one knows why," Kokonoi replied.

"You don't know anything either, Sanzu?" The king was busy playing with his pink locks. "I need to get my ends trimmed soon." He muttered.

"Are you drugged, you beast?!" Rindou demanded. "Of course not! Even if you doubt it, I don't do drugs before eight!" Sanzu quickly responded. "Then answer the question!" Ran chimed in. "I don't know anything, taking care of my beautiful hair is more important!" He yelled back. "Beautiful from where? It's all burned!" "How dare you, beast, jellyfish hair!?" "You, idiot! What is wrong whit painted hair like that!?

"Calm down." Manjiro's authoritative voice kept everyone still and quiet. It would have been fine if it were just for his commanding presence.

"Aack!" "Oh?" "A-a baby?"

The executives' attention was on the baby in Manjiro's arms. "This is Sano (M/n). My son."

Screams of surprise filled the room. "Your son?!" "You got someone pregnant?!" "You kidnapped him?!" "It's a joke, right?!"

"I found him in an alley yesterday. It was raining, and I couldn't just leave him there. He's my son now, and as a result, you have to protect him." The baby played with the collar of Manjiro's shirt, oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room.

None of the executives objected to the new order. The baby didn't even look at them; he was too focused on his father.

"Can we come closer and see him?" Kakucho asked. Manjiro nodded slowly, as if afraid of sending the baby away.

The Haitani siblings, Kokonoi, and Kakucho were the first to stand up. After sharing a knowing look, they raced to see who could get there first and, failing that, meet the baby first.

Rindou pulled Kokonoi's hair, Kakucho was pushed by Ran, Ran's ankle was pulled by a Kokonoi on the floor, and Rindou fell to the ground after tripping over his brother.

"Ack!" "Ah!" "Animal!"

Before they could continue fighting, Manjiro left the room with a frustrated sigh. "They're idiots..." he muttered.

"Ow! Get off me, Rin!" the eldest Haitani exclaimed. "It's their fault I couldn't see the baby!" "No one saw it, Kokonoi!"

Sanzu tried to hold back his laughter, being much more discreet than Mochi, who was laughing loudly at the rest of the executives on the floor.

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Hi! I really loved the “Platonic! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Brother! Male! Reader” fic you made! I wanted to request headcannons or a scenario of Izana x Brother male reader. Izana finding out he has a younger brother(reader is younger than him by a year)from his bio parents? After reader was born, they give him to a different orphanage and he was adopted by another family. Izana finds out about his existence, after Shinichiro’s death. And maybe how Izana would treat him/interact with him(fluff if possible)? I’m sorry if this is a little too much.

HIRAMEKI

It's an idea that comes suddenly, like a flash of clarity that makes everything easier.

Pairing: Platonic! Kurokawa Izana x little brother! Male! Reader.

Warnings: (M/n)'s orphanage is a mess, bad language (?). There's no established timeline, but it's before the Kanto accident; Izana is 16 and (M/n) is 15. It starts off a bit angsty and ends in fluff. The reader is shorter than Izana.

Summary: Izana discovers his younger brother thanks to Shinichiro's death. What does he do to be with him, and how does his routine change?

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

Thank you for placing your request! I hope you like it. ^^

Shinichiro's death hit him like a bucket of cold water; the last time he saw him, they fought, he even hit him and complained about things that were out of his control.

And if that weren't enough, the same day he learned of his death, an envelope arrived at his apartment. Tears escaped from his amethyst orbs. Inside was a record of some Yokohama orphanage (thankfully). At first, he didn't quite understand what it was about until he read the boy's name.

Kurokawa (M/n).

Apparently, he was his biological brother. The product of his father's second affair with the same woman who gave birth to him.

His first thought was to abandon him. He hadn't known about his existence until now, and he didn't need her. After thinking about it for a few seconds, an incredible idea appeared.

He could be for (M/n) what Shinichiro had always wanted. He could teach him everything he knew and, with luck, convince him to corrupt Mikey together.

He finished reading the record; he was a year younger than him, so he was about fifteen. He also found the orphanage where he was staying, as he wasn't old enough to leave yet and no family had shown interest in adopting him.

Without telling Kakucho about his plans, he got on his motorcycle and headed for the orphanage. He had spoken to the orphanage beforehand, because as he remembered, when he was there, people who wanted to adopt had to make an appointment.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of security checks they had there. He asked for (M/n), making sure his brother was in the orphanage. He gave a brief explanation, indicating his interest in taking him home. The secretary didn't ask him his age, where he lived, or anything like that. He could even tell she seemed happy to be rid of the boy.

In less than half an hour, his motorcycle was parked, and he was walking to the orphanage's reception desk. He frowned as he took in his surroundings.

The paint was beginning to peel in the corners of the walls due to the dampness, stains of dirt decorated the carpet on the floor, and the few pieces of furniture were wooden and chipped and broken. A middle-aged woman sat with a mirror in her hand, her dyed blonde hair damaged and her lips painted bright red, trying to remove a piece of food stuck between her yellowed teeth. Disgust flashed across Izana's face, feeling sorry for her brother.

He cleared his throat, making his presence known. The woman gave him a critical look before speaking. "Do you need anything?" Izana let out a nasal sigh, urging patience.

"I spoke with you a little while ago. I want to meet Kurokawa (M/n)." The woman's expression quickly changed, taking on a much more "friendly" stance.

"Oh, sure! Give me a moment so I can go inform you and let you in." He left the mirror he was holding on the counter and ran out.

Izana continued looking around; his nerves were starting to get to him; he hadn't doubted his decision until now. Just at the right moment.

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(M/n)'s POV

You've been in an orphanage your whole life, you'd been to almost every city in your prefecture, you didn't last more than three months in a home, you didn't know why.

It's not like you got into mischief or anything. You actually considered yourself a calm person; you didn't like loud noises, you weren't picky about food, you didn't cause much trouble, you were quiet most of the time, and yet you always found your way back to where you started.

The children were cruel to you, making fun of you for coming back a thousand times; sometimes it was because of your unusual appearance in Japan. You knew you were Philippine, but you didn't understand what was wrong with it. You didn't bother others, yet you were still the target of ridicule.

All the orphanages you'd been to had one thing in common: they were disgusting. Some were disgusting in the way they treated the children, others in the horrible environment they lived in, and others had horrible people and a horrible environment. There was no middle ground.

Now, at fifteen, all you could wait to be of age and be able to get out of this place. Being adopted wasn't easy, but it was much harder as a teenager; you understood that. If you were an adult wanting to adopt a child, a teenager would be your last option.

You were lying in your (not at all comfortable) bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling; your classes were over, and you didn't feel like going out and being bothered again.

The door to your room burst open, startling you in the process. "They're coming to see you. Don't mess this up. I don't want you back in my orphanage." Miss Kanami always scared you; maybe it was because of the hits she used to give you, or the yelling she always gave you, or maybe it was just habits you couldn't shake.

You didn't have time to respond when she left the room; you quickly straightened up and ran your trembling hands through your white hair.

You jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror in your room to try to get the wrinkles out of your clothes.

You cursed under your breath at your outfit: sweatpants and a loose T-shirt; just today, you had to think of wearing the worst clothes you had in your closet.

The sound of the wooden door being knocked on your face. Your nerves were on edge. What if they didn't like it? What if you came back to this place? What if they got angry at your unusual behavior?

Miss Kanami and a boy who looked just like you entered your room; your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Who was he?

"Hi, I'm Kurokawa Izana." You tilted your head, confusion etched on your face. "Hi, I guess you already know my name, but I'm Kurokawa (M/n)." You introduced yourself as well.

Awkwardness began to dance in the air; both pairs of amethyst eyes stared at each other intensely. "Are we related or something?" you dared to ask.

Izana nodded slowly; he seemed just as nervous as you. "Yes, I'm your older brother." You took a few seconds to fully understand the information; everything you'd ever wanted was right in front of you.

Suddenly, Izana was slightly pushed away by the force with which you ran to hug him. He froze, not knowing what to do.

A warm feeling spread through his chest; your head was right there, you lightly rubbed your cheek against his chest, your eyes closed.

Slowly, Izana wrapped his arms around your body, tightening the hug you'd formed a little. He rested his head on yours; like you, he closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the moment.

Tears pricked your eyes; you didn't want to let go of Izana, afraid of letting go and discovering it was all a dream.

"Do you want to come home with me?" Izana's question sounded silly; how could you pass up this opportunity? "Yes, please." Izana felt his heart being tugged at; the pain reflected in your beautiful eyes ached.

Just as he thought, the woman who helped him (whom you later told him was named Kanami) only made him sign a paper, and soon you were packing your few belongings into a single backpack.

You climbed onto the motorcycle, flattering Izana in the process; both of you had smiles that hadn't faded since you broke away from that hug.

You hugged his waist to keep from falling, leaning your cheek against his back. "This isn't a dream, is it?" you murmured.

Izana placed his hand on the grip you had on him, patting you lightly. He was going to be what Shinichiro couldn't be.

The nerves that had initially invaded him quickly disappeared; you captivated him from the first moment; you were so similar that he loved it.

He wanted to take care of you and love you as much as he could.

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The first person you met was Kakucho, who was waiting for Izana outside her apartment.

The two introduced themselves, and Kakucho couldn't help but be surprised after hearing the kinship they shared.

Izana showed you your new room, and the three of you began putting away your things, making the duo of friends make a mental note to go buy you some new clothes.

You were happy with the change; you had a brother who loved you, a home to come home to with joy; it seemed like a dream.

Clearly, Izana's routine underwent extreme changes. Starting with his wake-up time, Neither he nor Kakucho still went to high school, so their days started at nine or ten in the morning, but (M/n) did go to middle school.

He started at seven-thirty, and to be on time, he had to leave Izana's apartment by seven.

His phone's alarm went off, and with a groan, he slammed it off. He wriggled in his bed and closed his eyes again.

It was the same in your room: the alarm went off, you turned it off, wriggled, rolled over, and went back to sleep without a care in the world.

Both brothers were snoring with singular joy; it was Kakucho who entered the apartment and woke them up with his shouts.

Izana ran out of his room and into yours, almost falling to the floor from the speed at which he turned around.

"(M/n)! It's late!" He came in shouting. You jumped up, your hair a mess, and you covered your eyes. "Oh!"

Kakucho tried to hold back his laughter; both brothers had sleepy eyes, messy hair, and clumsy movements from sleepiness, and neither of them had the slightest idea what time it was.

"It's so late!" Izana shouted again. "Late for what?" You replied, rubbing your eye to get rid of the remaining sleep.

"For your school! It's... ten o'clock!" He paused briefly to check the time on his phone. Both of their eyes were wide open in surprise. "Fuck!" "Language!"

Both wished that little incident had been the only one they'd gone through in the first few months. But no. It definitely wasn't the only one.

One ordinary morning, Izana woke up frowning at the smell of burning that was beginning to invade her lungs.

Before he could react, you slammed his bedroom door. "Nii-san! Nii-san! Help!" You climbed onto his bed and started shaking him awake.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily. "The stove's on fire!" Those words were enough to send him flying out of bed.

The two of you ran down the hallway, into the kitchen, and found a burning pan on the stove. "What happened?!" he asked, pouring water into the pan.

"I tried to make you breakfast, but it suddenly caught fire, and I didn't know what to do!" You kept passing him glasses of water so he could finish extinguishing the fire.

"It's okay, it's okay. Didn't you get burned?" He grabbed your hands to examine you for any injuries, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you were unharmed.

"Sorry," you murmured, your face downcast. Izana couldn't help but compare you to a scolded puppy. "It's okay, (M/n). Let's make some breakfast, shall we?" He tried to comfort you.

The two of you started cleaning the kitchen before you could start another recipe. Fortunately, Izana was good at cooking.

Breakfast turned out well, and you were able to enjoy it amidst laughter and other mischief.

Nighttime was probably Izana's favorite time; he could relax in the comfort of his bed, maybe watch some TV, and finally fall asleep.

As for you, nighttime wasn't one of your best times; Loneliness was never your strong suit; you enjoyed Izana's company more than the darkness of your room.

You liked it; Izana, Kakucho, and you had decorated it to your liking; it was comfortable, and you loved the new things they'd bought you.

What you didn't love were the nightmares that reminded you of your time in your orphanage. The hurtful comments, even the beatings.

But there was one nightmare that had been recurring lately. In it, Izana was the protagonist.

He would come into your room and tell you to go with him somewhere, without giving you any clue as to where it might be.

You would fall asleep along the way, and when you opened your eyes, you were back in the orphanage Izana rescued you from. Miss Kanami glared at you with hatred, as did your brother.

"I want to get rid of him. I can't stand him." Izana's words were dripping with hatred. A chill ran down your spine, and you watched in pain and surprise as your brother turned around and left the orphanage. "Nii-san! Don't leave me!" you cried, waking from your sleep. Tears trickled from your eyes; you jumped out of bed and walked to Izana's room.

You opened the door slowly, wanting to see if your brother was asleep. You walked slowly to his bed, gently shaking his shoulder. "Nii-san, Nii-san," you murmured. You were embarrassed to have to go to your brother's room to get some restful sleep.

"Mmm." Izana groaned, shifting his body so he was on his side. "Nii-san," you murmured again. "What?" Izana half-opened his eyes, trying to make out your figure in the darkness.

"(M/n)?" he asked. "Can I sleep with you?" you asked softly. "What's wrong?" Izana moved aside, giving you his nonverbal consent to sleep with him.

"I had a bad dream," you whispered, playing with your fingers. "Okay, come on." He lifted the covers, and you lay down beside him.

Slowly, you settled in and shyly hugged him. Izana reciprocated, and they soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Kakucho was again the one in charge of waking them up, clearly after taking a photo to annoy Izana later.

It had been a change in routine for both boys, but honestly, neither of them minded it. They loved you from the first few days, just as you loved them.

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RUNAWAY BABY

Pairing: Platonic! Bonten x Child! Male! Reader

Warnings: Bad words (?), drugs, it's a lot of fluff.

Summary: Little (M/n) finds an interesting little bag with what he thinks are sweets inside it, Bonten realizes it and you have to chase him to prevent him from eating them and ending up in a fateful accident.

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

When society hears Bonten's name, fear runs through them and freezes them. It's one of the most fearsome mafias in Japan; everything was controlled by them, and nothing and no one could hide.

Clearly, they couldn't imagine them running like crazy after a little grey-haired baby with a bag of colourful pills of dubious origin.

"How can you be such an idiot!? Who the fuck would leave drugs so close at hand with a baby in the house?!" All the executives were angry at Sanzu, who had left a packet of her drugs on the corner of her nightstand, which was conveniently at (M/n)'s eye level.

"(M/n), baby! Come here!" Ran, who was the furthest ahead, was trying to convince the baby to return the bag to its rightful owner.

"Love! If you give back the pills, I'll buy you thousands of taiyakis and doriyakis!" Mikey also tried to talk.

"Cupcake! Listen to your daddy, Haru, and give me that bag!" The baby giggled and laughed with every scream his parents made.

"Grab him!" Mochi shouted after falling to the floor with one of the toys scattered across the hallway.

"Baby, we're serious; give us that damn bag!" Desperation was starting to irritate them, although the last thing they wanted was to hurt the baby; the mere thought of him eating one of those pills and dying was much worse.

(M/n) kept running as if his life depended on it. "Daddy!" the baby cried, giggling.

The mansion was enormous, and for the first time in years, the executives couldn't help but regret the house they lived in.

Takeomi had already fallen behind; the race had already exhausted him several metres ago. "Baby, give us the bag, and I promise we'll buy you everything you want!" Rindou tried to run fast but failed.

"Since when is the kid so fast?!" Kakucho exclaimed, beginning to feel fatigue creeping into his body. "Just grab him, dammit!" Kokonoi yelled.

Everything fell silent as they watched their tiny baby fall to the ground after their feet got tangled up.

"WAAAAAH!" (M/n)'s scream stunned them. His large eyes shone with tears.

The beanbag was already lying a few inches away from the baby, who was on his knees, sobbing. "DADDY! WAAAH!" All the executives rushed to pick up the baby, who quickly snuggled into Mikey's neck.

Ran patted him lightly on the back, Sanzu played with his hair, and Kokonoi and Kakucho ran to grab a toy and some ointment to calm the baby.

"It's okay, love. The pain will be gone soon," Mikey whispered. "Daddy," (M/n) babbled. "Poor thing, it's okay, cupcake." The cooing subsided.

Kokonoi arrived with Kakucho with the ointment and some bandages. Mikey turned the baby over so he could apply it to his chubby knee.

With a pout on his lips, (M/n) stared at his parents with puppy dog eyes. "And my dorayakis?"

Laughter began to bubble in their throats. "Let's get them, baby." Kakucho grabbed the baby from Mikey's arms.

Once the door lock clicked, murderous auras filled the room; beads of sweat appeared on Sanzu's face.

"I think you know exactly where you stand at this point, don't you?" Mikey's gaze was blank, as were the other executives'.

With a chill running down his spine, Sanzu had to go with the other six (Mochi and Tekeomi had already returned).

While the poor pink-haired boy was being tortured, (M/n) and Kakucho were strolling through the mall with a half-eaten doriyaki.

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Tokyorevengers characters whit a Dom s/o?

As many characters as you want and dont just so the ones that come of as sub guys yk?

I love ur work♡

Pairing: Various! Tokyo Revengers x Dom! Male reader.

Warnings: MDNI, Dom/Sub dynamics, all characters are of legal age, smoking, smut, Masturbation (giving and receiving), mention of food play, overstimulation, penetration, spanking, I think that's all (?)

Summary: Headcanons from the guys from Tokyo Revengers as subs.

Authors note: Thank you!! Hope you like it ^^, send another request if you want me to write another character.

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

MANJIRO SANO

♡︎Sub! Mikey is spoiled. Don't think he'll be satisfied with one kiss; no, he wants a full session; he wants to remember every millimeter of your beautiful lips.

♡︎Sub! Mikey is a first-class whiner. He's constantly whining if he doesn't have your attention, making little noises to get you to look at him and kiss him.

♡︎Sub! Mikey wants to sit on your lap all day, maybe even grinding against your thigh, hiding his cute face in your neck when he's close to climax.

♡︎Sub! Mikey who doesn't want to admit that he wants to try food play, he wants to feel the delicious taste of chocolate with your sweet cum.

♡︎Sub! Mikey loves it when you play with his cute butt; he loves the marks you leave, and they cause him some pain the next day when he wants to sit down.

♡︎Sub! Mikey needs your cock at least three times a week to feel even remotely satisfied.

KEN RYUGUYI

♡︎Sub! Draken is someone who wants love; living all the time in the brothel made the act of having sex something ugly; it did not generate any attraction to do it, at least until

♡︎Sub! Draken isn't going to admit when he's in the mood, much less the first time. It all started with kisses that escalated, and suddenly, Draken was moaning softly.

♡︎Sub! Draken doesn't want rough sex; he wants kisses, caresses, and foreplay—nothing rushed.

♡︎Sub! Draken tends to hide his cute sounds; you have to take his hands off his cute mouth.

♡︎Sub! Draken doesn't want his friends to know that he's the one receiving it; he was always the person everyone feared. How could he say that he's the one biting the pillow? He clearly forgets the fact.

♡︎Sub! Draken loves feeling smaller when you're on top of him and loves when you gently clean him, cuddle him against your chest, and both of you fall into unconsciousness.

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

♡︎Sub Takemichi is a complainer no matter what situation or context he is in. He is a complainer.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi He keeps whining when you're pounding him relentlessly.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi wants to feel your hands on his body. Not in a perverse way, he's happy with your hand on his waist, shoulder, and hands; he just wants to feel you close!

♡︎Sub! Takemichi is in love with the way you protect him. The way your wide figure can easily hide it turns him on.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi is so cute that he'll talk to you about the whole world. Everything you do together he will tell Chifuyu with shining eyes, of course, except the times when you make him scream and touch the sky.

♡︎Sub! Takemichi enjoys gentle sex, where they look into each other's eyes, their hands intertwined, and his eyes start to half-close with a blush all the way down to their necks.

IZANA KUROKAWA

♡︎Sub! Izana is totally obsessed with you. He wants everyone to know of his possession of you. You are his, just as he is totally yours.

♡︎Sub! Izana, can't live without you. He has to kiss you every now and then; he has to feel your hands on his waist to feel safe; he has to suck you off to be satisfied.

♡︎Sub! Izana is in love with the way your cock ridges against his abdomen, loves the way it moves inside him when he bounces on your lap.

♡︎Sub! Izana wants you to bite him; he wants to bear your mark, and he wants to mark you, whether it's scratching you hard when you penetrate him, biting your neck in the mornings, or making hickeys on every inch of skin.

♡︎Sub! Izana loves to cry on your cock, loves to choke when you feel the tip of it touch the back of her throat.

♡︎Sub! Izana wants you to be his queen, even though he is the one who receives; Tenjiku must not know who commands his king.

RINDOU HAITANI

♡︎Sub! Rindou loves feeling your big hands around his sensitive tip, loves the burning that settles in his stomach after the third orgasm.

♡︎Sub! Rindou approaches like a beast hunting its prey, hugs you from behind and starts kissing your neck, with that, you already know what your cute boyfriend wants.

♡︎Sub! Rindou who turns red when you have his legs held in such a way that he feels his insides being rearranged in the most pleasurable way possible.

♡︎Sub! Rindou loves the way you take advantage of his flexibility and put him in certain positions where he can see the stars.

♡︎Sub! Rindou'll never admit to you how attractive he finds the idea of fucking people nearby; he's captivated by the idea of getting caught.

♡︎Sub! Rindou loves the nights when you put a blindfold on him and any sensation is multiplied.

♡︎Sub! Rindou absolutely love when you hug him, kiss him, give him affection, pamper him, and so on.

RAN HAITANI

♡︎Sub! Ran isn't used to being taken care of, but he doesn't really get difficult.

♡︎Sub! Ran loves it when you comb and brush his hair no matter what time of year it is; that's his favorite activity.

♡︎Sub! Ran is in love with the way you pulls his hair when he's giving you a good blowjob, and you both love the way he pulls your hair to tell you to go faster.

♡︎ Sub! Ran will give you doe eyes so you can be a little tougher on him in bed. Or he'll just take matters into his own hands and jump on your lap.

♡︎Sub! Ran loves the overstimulation you expose him to when he pisses you off. He loves it when you push him to such extremes that his eyes roll back in his head.

♡︎Sub! Ran isn't going to let you go. He prioritizes you and is obsessed with always having you by his side.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

♡︎Sub! Sanzu is simply obsessed with the idea of having drugged make-out sessions. The mere thought makes him hard.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu has a very high libido, so at any moment he'll jump on your lap, move his hips, and kiss you on the neck.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu is a masochist, which means he'll enjoy being spanked, bitten, or anything morally dubious. He'll enjoy it.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu is going to cum just from the thought of you stepping on his cock while he's jerking you off.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu really enjoys sex with you, but he'll enjoy it three times as much if you're drugged. He is a drug addict, but you can't deny that sexual experiences with him are heaven.

♡︎Sub! Sanzu loves it when you're way more sadistic than usual. He cums more easily and loves your stamina. One night of sex with you promises 6 or 7 orgasms.

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hayy! Not exactly a request but do you have any thoughts for a Shuji Hanma (tokyo revenger) X male reader with some fluff?? Sorry just trying to see if people still write for this crazy guy in a good way. Please if this, doesnt make you comfortable and/or you dislike this character feel free to ignore it and have a good day! 🫶

Sweetheart

Pairing: Shuji Hanma x Male! Reader

Warnings: Smoking, mention of cigarettes.

Summary: Headcanons of Hanma as your boyfriend

Notes: Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it ^^

English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

Hanma is madly in love with you; even though his life in the underworld brings problems, don't doubt his love. He'll talk about you to anyone he trusts.

Kisaki has already lost count of the times Hanma talks to him about his cute boyfriend with a goofy smile.

Hanma is crazy, he won't hesitate to get a tattoo that reminds him of you. He'd probably get it on his collarbone.

His kisses would be soft, he'd be afraid of hurting you; we all know his sadistic tendencies, but with you he's such a sweetheart.

If you weren't part of a gang, he'd definitely protect you even more. He knows you're a strong guy, you've shown him that on several occasions, but you're his little piece of sunshine. How could he bear the mere thought of being hurt?

He's a completely wild man when he finds out you've been hurt. It doesn't matter if it was accidental, the only marks Hanma allows to decorate your body are those of his hickeys.

Feeling down? Don't worry, Hanma is willing to have an afternoon of hugs and kisses so he can make you feel better.

Do you want to give someone a hard time? Hanma has the solution, just one call and you're done! You've never done it, but Hanma is willing to do it if it makes you happy.

If you were part of a gang, Hanma would be totally screwed then. I couldn't help but bite my lip watching you fight. Has he told you how sexy you are yet?

He would go crazy if he sees you wearing his clothes, let alone his gang uniform. You can swear his pupils are heart-shaped.

The times he comes in hurt and asks for your help, he loves to sit on your lap, caress your thighs, hips, and waist while you focus on taking care of your sloppy boyfriend.

Now, let's talk about quality time afternoons. No matter what the plan is about, he knows that if you're by his side, it's going to be perfect. I think Hanma would be one of those people who is surprisingly good at cooking, so he wouldn't hesitate to make you something to eat to show his love.

There's no shortage of walks at three in the morning because, why not?

I think Hanma would be embarrassed to ask to share things; he'd be the type to give you something, and later buy the same thing and say, "Oh wow, well, now we have something similar." As if you didn't notice.

If you were going somewhere and asked him to pick you up, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to show off; he'd somehow make his bike make even more noise, park outside the place with a bad boy face and wait for you to come out.

When you're out walking, his hand has two favorite places: your waist and your shoulder. As long as you're not holding hands.

Sleeping cuddled up is always a dilemma; I think he's a hot person, he usually sleeps without blankets and gets hot quickly. If you're a person who's always cold, you'd make a total sacrifice to not die of heat when you hug him while you sleep.

Although when he wakes up and the first thing he sees is you sleeping on his chest, he thinks you look so angelic and cute that he can't help but feel lucky to have you by his side.

Going on a date means he pays for everything; no matter when you try to get ahead of him, Hanma somehow always beats you to it.

If you don't know how to ride a motorcycle, he teaches you; surprisingly, he has great patience and explains very well, so you were able to learn quickly.

If you're a fan of some snack, Hanma will always have a few in his pocket; he never knows when you're going to crave one.

In nicknames, you're his cute boyfriend, so he'd probably call you pretty boy, honey, love. Although they're basic, Hanma says them wholeheartedly.

We all know that Hanma smokes, and one of his deepest fantasies is to pass smoke from mouth to mouth. (I KNOW IT'S TRUE!)

Speaking of PDA, he's not afraid to kiss you or hug you in the middle of the street, but he always makes sure not to make you feel uncomfortable.

I think Hanma's entire room would smell like cigarettes, so would all of his belongings. When you wear something of his, he loves the combination of your own scent with his cologne and the cigarette.

Hanma loves you deeply, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second to make that clear to you.

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Like him

Pairing: Platonic! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Brother! Male! Reader.

Warnings: Fighting, mention of death, general angst, bad words, reader has established appearance.

Summary: After Emma's death, Toman's battle against Tenjiku is set to begin, but what happens when Takemichi and Chifuyu find the last hidden member of S62...?

English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know!

Takemichi knew that neither Mikey nor Draken could go fight Tenjiku; he couldn't blame them either, they had just lost a very important loved one. But he wasn't willing to let Tenjiku win in such a way; even if he had to give his life, he would do it for Mikey and the promises he had made.

With the help of his friends, they arrived at the seventh pier of Yokohama; there was all of Tenjiku, including the bigwigs of said gang.

Takemichi was in the center, with the Toman behind him. Watching as Tenjiku began to approach them calmly.

Some members were still in the containers, watching everything. "We'll start with a vanguard fight," Izana demanded.

Takemichi had no idea what that was. But Mochizuki was more than willing to fight, although he was stopped by Shion, while the Toman gave Pehyan.

The tension between the Toman was almost palpable, but it soon turned to calm, as with a single blow, Pehyan defeated Shion.

“Why don’t you try talking instead of barking!?” he shouted. Was it going to be that easy? Maybe Toman could win. Takemichi thought.

After giving the signal, everyone began to fight; Tenjiku’s advantage was obvious: although the Toman’s skills were good, Tenjiku was stronger.

In an act of desperation, Chifuyu decided that it was better to advance with Takemichi and his friends, as reaching Izana was going to be a real challenge.

Pehyan was knocking out many members of Tenjiku; Izana, seeing that, decided to take matters into his own hands.

Pushing aside the crowd that was forming around Pehyan, he smiled mockingly. “What are you waiting for?” he said with the intention of provoking the vice-captain of the third division even more.

“The general’s head will be mine!”he shouted as he ran. However, he was knocked out by a kick from Izana, which sent him flying.

The small fights of the others stopped for a few moments due to the surprise that such an act produced.

Chifuyu decided to fight against Mochizuki, the Haitani brothers against Angry and Hakkai, Takemichi went against his childhood friend, Kakucho, Inupi went against the former captain of the fifth division, Muto, but was knocked down by Kokonoi, the person he wanted to save...

In the shadows produced by the containers, a man with semi-long blond hair watched everything with a sadistic smile.

"I just want Mikey to arrive~"he whispered with what seemed to be pleasure. He leaned his back against the container again, closed his eyes tightly and the smile on his face turned bitter. "I can't wait to destroy you, little brother~"

When he looked back out, his eyes widened slightly in surprise: all the other members of S62 were lying defeated on the ground.

He let out a growl, slammed the container in front of him, and began walking through them so he could find Izana.

He was careful not to be seen by anyone from Toman; the last thing he wanted was for a fuss to start too soon.

“Izana-kun, can I come in? Mochi, Shion, Ran, and Rin are all totally finished. At this rate, the Toman won’t take long to reach us.” His tone was strange, a mix of seriousness with seduction and mockery.

“You were supposed to go in when Mikey arrived,” Izana replied. “Oh, come on~,” (M/n) whispered.

“Hide back. If Mikey doesn’t show up, you can finish off the remains of Toman. The only way you're going to be able to get out is if this gets even more out of hand. Until then I don't want anyone to see you." Izana's gaze was intimidating, but it didn't stop (M/n).

"Mmm~" with a mocking smile and a threatening glint in his eyes, he returned to the darkness of the containers, finding the perfect hiding place to continue watching the massacre that Toman's battle against Tenjiku had become.

His attention focused on Kakucho and Takemichi; Izana's friend was beating the dyed blond to a pulp, but (M/n) had to accept that his resistance was extraordinary.

"Mikey-kun has good friends. It's a shame that everything is going to end today." he muttered.

The fight took an unexpected turn when Kisaki approached Takemichi with a gun. The blond was bleeding profusely; one of his eyes was half open, a product of the blows he received from Kakucho.

"Shit, he's crazy" (M/n) said. Takemichi's gaze did not show terror; unlike his friends, determination emanated from the blond.

"I guess it's time to intervene." Quickly, (M/n) began to climb down the containers, and once he was on solid ground, he ran towards Kisaki.

The sound of the gun scared everyone, but their surprise was greater when they saw "Mikey" grabbing the gun so that the bullet did not pierce Takemichi's skull, but his foot.

"Come on, Kisaki, don't act like a bad boy, we all know here that you are not capable of killing with a gun." Takemichi's eyes were wide open in shock, even the pain had been put aside.

"MIKEY!" he shouted. With a look of contempt, (M/n) looked at Takemichi. "Don't get false hopes up, you crying hero. I'm not Mikey" he replied harshly.

"What?" the blond whispered. From his kneeling position, he began to mutter things that (M/n) couldn't understand.

To his surprise, Takemichi stood up, with a determined look, which was directed at Kisaki; he shouted at him. "I won't give up even if I lose my life!"

Kisaki's breathing became more and more agitated; (M/n) couldn't help but mock in his mind at the childish reaction Kisaki was having.

"I'm going to kill you." The one with glasses pointed the gun at Takemichi's forehead again, but he didn't count on the blond's cunning, as he took a step to be able to join the cold metal with his warm skin.

"So what are you waiting for? It will be easy, right? Just like when you killed Emma." Takemichi murmured haltingly.

Kisaki lowered the weapon, preferring to give Takemichi a good blow that sent him flying. Akkun helped the blond to stand up. Apparently, such an act of bravery by Hanagaki had managed to motivate the rest of the defeated members of Toman.

(M/n) took the opportunity to disappear from the scene for a moment, understanding that it was not time to show off.

He watched as Takemichi ran towards Izana, being blocked by a kick from the white-haired one.

He grimaced in pain, mocking the blond. "Who do you think you are!?" Izana asked him. Takemichi stood up again, receiving the same answer: punches, kicks and more were thrown at him.

"Shit, how does he keep standing up?" he said at the same time Takemichi approached Izana.

"You're tenacious, aren't you? Unhappy." Izana growled. Another blow and more blood; it was becoming an unpleasant loop.

At the last blow, Takemichi was left with his fist raised. "You're late..." With those two words, his oulo rose above his head. "I didn't give up, so I didn't lose the fight." No one understood what was going on.

"What? What are you talking about?" Izana asked him. (M/n) began to look around for someone who could be the recipient of such words.

Laughter began to bubble in his throat. "Little brother! Hahaha!" The echo of his voice produced by the containers was almost chilling.

Mikey walked past Izana. "Step aside, I'll talk to Takemichi for a second. " He continued walking, put his hand on the opponent's hair and thanked him.

Tears began to sting Takemichi's blue eyes. The sound of a motorcycle arriving diverted (M/n)'s attention; on it were Draken and Hinata.

"What is a girl doing here?" he asked into the air.

Again, (M/n) came out of the gaps in the containers. With slow steps, he approached where Izana was.

"I guess our time has come, hasn't it?" The purple and black eyes combined, the thirst for blood surrounding them, the pleasure of revenge shared.

(M/n) looked at Mikey; they were so similar and at the same time so different. Mikey had had the support of Shinichiro, Emma, of the entire Toman; he had received the love of friends. (M/n) only had Izana, and he was fully aware that the white-haired one only used him.

He knew that Mikey had never looked for him. When he was born, his mother had already left Shinichiro with his grandfather; three years later, when he was born, he was left in an orphanage.

Shinichiro never met him, unlike Izana, who was even able to find his mother who turned out not to be his mother in the end.

Emma didn't meet him either, well, not directly. (M/n) intended to meet his sister, but never had the courage to do so and when Kisaki said it was better to kill Emma, he couldn't help but feel bad.

She was a sweet girl, at least that was what he understood when he saw her from afar. On her birthday, (M/n) brought her a flower arrangement, of which Emma never knew the sender.

With determined steps, Kurokawa and both Sano positioned themselves to fight. "Who are you?" Mikey asked him when he saw him. "I'm your dear older brother," (M/n) answered.

"I don't know you, it's impossible." Mikey was defensive, it was understandable given the situation he was in.

"But we're identical, you can't deny, Mikey." With a mocking smile, (M/n) threw a kick at Mikey, who blocked it with trouble.

"Let's fight, Mikey, show me how true that thing about the invincible Mikey is!" With that last shout, thousands of kicks and punches began to fall on the bodies of the three "brothers".

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A blond teenager watched from a distance what seemed to be an adult with three children around him, two blondes, a girl and a boy, while the other child was black-haired.

A small spark of envy appeared in his heart; he quickly recognized the four people. The older one and the two blondes were his friends; the black-haired one must be one of his friends.

They were playing in the park; the adult watched them with a smile. Apparently they were playing the princess and her two knights.

(M/n) never got to play that game, he was always alone; in the orphanage where his mother had abandoned him, all the children left him aside. At first he didn't understand why, but after escaping from the orphanage, he decided to look for his family.

Why didn't they ever go looking for him? Wasn't it worth it? Did they decide it was better to pretend he had never existed?

His ideas couldn't be more wrong; in fact, his mother always hid her pregnancy, so his birth had been secret and, therefore, his existence.

He left the place with a heavy heart; he also wanted to be part of that family, he wanted to feel loved.

He didn't notice the confused look Manjiro gave him when he saw how similar they were...

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Too calm

Pairing: Platonic! Shiratorizawa volleyball team x Male! Tokito! Reader.

Warnings: Bad words (?), body type description, using the word "deadpan" too many times.

Summary: The Shiratorizawa High School volleyball team was known for its great power, but one of its prodigies was too calm, even selfless...At a camp that was organized with the intention of sharing knowledge, the other teams are surprised by this prodigy.

Notes: English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

The Shiratorizawa team entered with an aura of power accompanying them, but what surprised them the most was seeing a boy with long black hair with mint green tips.

His mint green eyes were expressionless, and his serene face gave him an air of disinterest, but what surprised them the most was his height; he was probably the same height as Hinata, but he was still part of such a great school.

He was next to Ushijima and Tendou; on his shoulder hung the backpack where his belongings were.

Hinata tried to run towards the strange member, but the grip that Sugawara had on him prevented him from doing so.

—Kageyama, did you see him!? —Hinata asked full of emotion. He was more indignant than surprised. How had a 1.60 skinny guy managed to enter Shiratorizawa and he hadn't?

—It's good that we're all together now; If some of you don't know me, I'm coach Nekomata, from Nekoma. If you don't mind, we can have a little match so the other schools can see how their teams are doing. —Nekoma's coach was old, and (M/n) couldn't help but feel confused.

What was such a big man doing here? Was he a volleyball fanatic like coach Washijo?

All the coaches agreed and made little pieces of paper with the names of each team.

Honestly, (M/n) didn't know any of them and didn't remember any prodigies either. Well, Aoba Johsai was the exception, since the rivalry that the captain of said team had with his was strange, at least from his point of view.

He sneaked up to Semi, since he was the closest one. —Senpai, what teams are they? —he asked in a low voice.

The older man shuddered at the fright that (M/n)'s appearance produced in him. —Ah, they're Fukurodani, Inarizaki, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, and Karasuno—he answered. With each team he named, he pointed at them so (M/n) could locate them without problems.

—Okay, thanks, Senpai. —He walked away again, waiting for them to name the teams that were going to play.

Minutes later, their coach arrived with his characteristic frown. —Get ready, it's you against Karazuno. —Without further ado, they began to warm up under Ushijima's command.

—Poor crows, we're going to bury them —Tendou mocked. —Don't be so harsh, they're just resurfacing —Reon replied.

Both teams were warming up, but the baby crows' gaze couldn't be taken off of (M/n)'s figure.

During the entire training, they couldn't find anything relevant; Although his flexibility was greater than expected, it was not something incredible, his movements even seemed weak.

The whistle blew, indicating the start of the friendly match. The players took their positions and Shiratorizawa let Karasuno make the first serve.

They received it easily and Shirabu was quick to position himself under the ball to quickly place the ball.

Ushijima's left foot soon connected with the ball and thus the first point of the match was scored. The other teams watched the match with interest.

The mysterious player who represented (M/n) was motionless, in the right corner. His mint eyes observed the trajectory of the ball; his posture was relaxed, he showed no intention of running to make a shot or to block or simply make a reception.

Surprisingly, Nishinoya managed to elevate Ushijima's shot and, taking advantage of the fact that Tendou was not in the lineup, Kageyama placed the ball to Hinata, making a quick one.

Hinata aimed at (M/n)'s position as he was confident that he wasn't going to make any move to receive.

His confidence was destroyed the moment the ball was blocked; (M/n)'s still expressionless face managed to send a shiver down the spine of the entire crow team.

His jump was incredible, and his reaction speed even more so. With a smile, Tendou cheered on (M/n) from the benches.

With both feet on the ground, Hinata watched the opponent in disbelief. The brown and green orbs came together; the tangerine felt intimidated almost instantly.

How had he guessed where Kageyama was going to aim? How did he manage to block the ball with such calmness?

(M/n) returned to his position, giving a small nod in response to the praise he was receiving from his team.

Ignoring the surprised faces and some gaping mouths from all the other spectators. The whistle blew again, confirming the point in favor of the eagles.

It was Shiratorizawa's turn to serve and, to Karasuno's nervousness, the person who had just blocked Hinata was the next to serve.

A small flame of hope flickered in their hearts; (M/n) couldn't be good at everything, right?

Of course he could; after all, Shiratorizawa was one of the most powerful teams in the prefecture.

The ball was in (M/n)'s small hand, he took a few steps back, bounced the ball four times and held it in front of him.

When the whistle reached his ears, the ball was thrown upwards; (M/n)'s movements were very fast, impossible to capture.

The sound of the ball crashing against the ground was the only proof of the powerful serve that (M/n) had made.

—What the hell!?

—When did he hit the ball!?

Although surprise had invaded everyone present (except for his team), (M/n)'s face remained unperturbed.

A ball fell into his hands again; he turned it in his hands at the same time that he walked to the same place where he had served.

—I'm going to receive it! —Nishinoya shouted with an almost palpable determination. —Oh, I wouldn't be so sure —Tendou answered upon hearing Nishinoya.

The ball rose again, with the gaze of more than fifty people on it. (M/n) ran after the ball and hit it with the palm of his hand.

The movements were fast; The ease and delicacy with which he performed them made it seem like he had performed them millions of times.

The surprise increased in the spectators; the force with which the ball hit the ground did not correspond to (M/n)'s physique.

His body was slender, he looked like the uniform was going to eat him up because it was so big, he had arms that looked like spaghetti (according to Oikawa's kind review), and from his expression, it seemed like he didn't care about volleyball.

But even so, the strength, speed, technique and skill were undeniable and above all powerful. The whistle declared the point for Shiratorizawa, since Nishinoya failed to lift the ball.

The tension was beginning to be felt on the shoulders of the crows team; Shiratorizawa was already at set point.

"Give them a calmer serve," Shirabu murmured. (M/n) turned his gaze towards Ushijima, seeking the approval of his captain.

With a small nod, (M/n) heeded Shirabu's request and made a simple serve.

Even so, Karazuno had trouble receiving it. With Daichi's shouts for the reception he made to be covered being answered by Asahi, Kageyama took possession of the ball again; his gaze fell on (M/n)'s position, he showed no intention of moving, and his gaze was fixed on the ground.

"I'm going to do a feint," Kageyama thought. Hinata had already started running, which would be the perfect decoy for his "plan."

The setters of the other teams who were watching managed to pick up on the small signals that Kageyama gave, even if they were very discreet; they trusted that Shirabu or some other member of Shiratorizawa would not be able to pick up on said signals due to the heat of the intense game.

Like a blur, (M/n) moved closer to block the ball; soon, both of them entered into a battle of strength.

The power that (M/n) exerted on the ball was greater than Kageyama could handle, and with a frustrated sound from the crow, the victory of the first set went to Shiratorizawa.

“The little guy has great power,” Atsumu said. “What if we take him to Inarizaki?” he asked in the air, receiving murderous glances from the eagles who managed to hear him.

They started the second set. (M/n) was now in the center of the first row, his face just as expressionless, without a single drop of sweat on it.

The ball went back and forth from each side of the court; the points were going in favor of Shiratorizawa, Karasuno no longer knew what else to do to be able to collect more points.

With frustration, Hinata decided to spike only in the direction of (M/n), trusting that at some point he would have to tire and they would start to fail, giving them the opportunity to win.

He shared his great ideas with Kageyama, who, although he was not very sure, decided to support the idea, since they no longer had much to lose.

Every shot was blocked or received perfectly, but the first-year duo of crows' spirits rose to heaven as they saw one of the many shots they had tried to score finally succeed.

They watched (M/n)'s reaction; in fact, everyone was watching him at that moment, as they wanted to see something more than the typical face of disinterest (misinterpreted), but his reaction was the same.

His mint green eyes followed the ball that rolled slower and slower, without a hint of frustration at seeing that he failed to reach the ball or something like that.

With the same expressionless face, (M/n) turned around and walked back to his position. Anger grew in Kageyama; while his team was giving it their all, this kid didn't even bother to pretend to fight.

He clenched his jaw, as an attempt to calm his anger. "It seems that the effect that (M/n)-chan has on the setters is always the same," Oikawa said mockingly.

It was true, Karasuno's first-year setter had had the same reaction as Seijoh, Fukurodani, Inarizaki, and even Shirabu and Semi when they played matches between the team.

"As long as I don't go to the same extreme as you, the reactions don't matter," Iwaizumi replied. "Ack!" "I already told you that was a mistake and I deeply regret it!" he defended himself.

On the crows' side, the afternoon Kageyama was beginning to affect all the other players. "Don't let this affect you, Kageyama-kun!" "We can beat them!" Sugawara spoke, trying to cheer up his kohai.

"Kageyama! Give me all the balls! I'll make him give us some reaction!" Hinata shouted. This brought comfort to the team; no matter how the match progressed, Hinata was always willing to try harder.

“You heard me, give it your all,” Keishin said. With that, the players returned to their positions; Shiratorizawa’s lineup had changed: Tendou was in the front row while (M/n) was in the back.

“Are you in a new mood now?” “Too bad, we’re going to crush you,” the red-headed third-year mocked.

“Tendou.”

Ushijima was the one to stop his mockery; with one last smirk, Tendou turned to look at his captain. “I’m just defending (M/n)-chan, Wakatoshi-kun.” (M/n)’s gaze went to the red-head.

“I’m sure (M/n)-kun doesn’t mind what’s going on at all,” the captain replied. Both third-years’ attention went to the mysterious first-year.

Although he kept his expressionless face, Tendou and Ushijima understood that it was true that he didn't care about the other team's comments and/or actions.

Yamaguchi came in as a pinch-server. Out of nerves, the ball headed to (M/n), who didn't have much trouble getting into position to receive the ball.

The screams of the entire gym began after the ball fell before it reached (M/n)'s arms.

—YES!

—VERY GOOD, YAMAGUCHI-KUN!

Another ball was handed to Tadashi; repeating his movements and hoping for the result to be the same, he hit the ball.

But unfortunately, he put too much force into the hit, waiting for Shiratorizawa to let go of the ball; he was surprised to see that (M/n) had run to receive it.

The skill with which he manipulated the ball gave the impression that it was going where (M/n) wanted it to go.

Shirabu placed the ball, but there was no one to shoot, or at least that's what Karasuno thought. They watched as the quick attack that had begun to represent Karazuno's monster duo was executed by (M/n); the difference was that he had looked for a place that was not in the range of the other players.

With that last play, the game ended, declaring Shiratorizawa's victory.

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After Karasuno's embarrassing defeat, the other teams dedicated themselves to training and occasionally playing other games. Their schedules were tight, as they got up at seven in the morning, had a small breakfast, started training at around seven thirty, rested at two, ate, had a game and the rest was free time.

However, Shiratorizawa had a different training regimen: they would go out for a run at five in the morning and train from seven to three; they would eat and watch whatever match was on. Once they were done, they would train again until seven; thus, they finally had free time.

Thanks to the camp, various teams of setters, captains, aces, liberos, etc. had been formed.

The setter team was finishing training their positions; they had agreed to share their knowledge after each training. Even Kenma, Shirabu, and Semi had agreed to participate in said training.

—Semi-san, I have a question about a certain member of your team. —Sugawara broke the silence. —About who? —answered the other platinum.

—(M/n)-kun is very calm, I would dare say disinterested, but his talent in volleyball is surprising. —The attention of the other setters soon fell on the conversation.

—He is a good boy, he is dedicated and, although he has natural talent, he has practiced very hard to get where he is. I know that he seems disinterested, but he has a great passion for the sport. Just as Semi finished speaking, they passed by one of the gyms that were in the place where they were staying.

The sounds of shoes squeaking against the floor and the ball hitting the ground caught their attention; the other sub-teams had already finished training, so they did not know who it could be.

Inside the gym, (M/n) had just jumped to do a jump with a floating serve, for the first time in all their time in the camp; they saw him a little more agitated and with sweat running down his face.

They saw him walk towards the ball cart, grab one, throw it in the air and run after it to receive it skidding on the ground, stand up quickly and continue hitting the ball.

A gasp of surprise came out in unison when they saw how (M/n) fell to the ground after his ankle was bent.

Although the setters outside of Shiratorizawa wanted to help him, they were stopped by Shirabu. —Don't intervene, (M/n)-san is very hard with his training.

At the same time, the black-haired man stood up, threw the ball again and made another serve. —Semi-senpai, Shirabu-senpai, could someone throw me some balls to finish? —asked (M/n). His voice was serious, though it wasn't as thick as they expected.

“Hey! (M/n)!” Kageyama shouted. (M/n)'s gaze went to the blue-haired boy, waiting for him to speak. “Why do you play volleyball?” Kageyama asked.

“Why should I answer you?” “I don't know you, you're just another player,” (M/n) replied defensively.

“Come on, (M/n)-chan, I'm wondering the same thing too,” Oikawa added with a playful smile. “I don't even remember their names.” “If it's not for something important, don't talk to me.” Without waiting for an answer from his setters, (M/n) turned around to pick up all the balls that were lying around and go take a shower.

But the question still lingered in his mind. Why did he play volleyball? His memories were shrouded in a fog; his first clear memory was of him training until his legs failed. I didn't know why, but volleyball has been around since the beginning.

Why would I give up something I was good at? I didn't know why I played volleyball, maybe I had made a promise, maybe it was just a coincidence...

[lmlknn]

Big Brother

Pairing: Sano Brothers (More Izana) x Male! Big brother! reader

Warnings: Angst, Death, violence, I don't know if it counts as a warning but mention of cigarettes.

Summary: You are the older brother, what happens when Shinichiro dies and you were unfortunately in the foreground?

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know!

You could consider yourself a lucky person; although your first memories had not been the nicest, you could still say that you were satisfied with the direction your life had taken.

You were the oldest of four siblings, but you only lived with three of them. You loved them all; you loved the moments when you would leave work early to run to Shinichiro's workshop and be able to talk about the course of the day.

Izana was a little more difficult; he was distrustful, but he was happy to have two great older brothers. You enjoyed the afternoons when you went out, and there were sometimes when you invited Kakucho, Izana's best friend.

Also, when you got paid, you would go to the convenience store and buy several doriyakis for Manjiro, or Mikey, as he wanted everyone to call him since Emma came into their lives.

Oh, Emma, you loved the times when your little sister would come and ask for help to comb her hair.

But if there was one thing you loved more than all of this, it was when everyone (except Izana) would get together to watch some silly movie on TV.

It didn't matter what movie he chose; you were happy seeing the soft smiles your brothers had on their faces.

Mikey had a group of friends that he often met at the park in what they called "gang meetings."

You knew Keisuke from before thanks to your grandfather's dojo, as his mother had insisted on putting him in some activity in the afternoon to control her hyperactive son.

Sometimes, you helped him study, as he was easily distracted and didn't understand things later.

With a smile, you left work; today was one of those days where your schedule allowed you to leave earlier than usual.

You got on the bus bound for Shinichiro's motorcycle shop; you had the idea of being able to plan Mikey's party well, since his birthday was tomorrow.

You were lucky because you found a place to sit on the bus, watching the road with the smile still plastered on your face.

However, throughout the day you felt a sense of discomfort; you didn't know exactly what it was due to; it was more like a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but you ignored the feeling.

Nothing could go wrong now, not with your younger brother's birthday so close, nor with your boss promising you a well-deserved promotion.

Minutes later, you arrived at your destination, changed a bit, and found your brother fixing another motorcycle with a cigarette between his lips.

"Hello, hello, how's everything going, Shin?" You announced your arrival in a soft voice. It was rare for Shinichiro to be alone; normally he was accompanied by Takeomi, but now it wasn't important.

Shinichiro stopped his movements so he could take the cigarette out of his mouth and answer you. "Hello, Nii-san, everything was fine around here. How was work today?" You moved to the counter, setting down your belongings gently.

"Everything was fine today, Shin" you replied with a smile. You sat next to Shinichiro, looking closely at the motorcycle your brother was fixing.

“You’re doing a good job,” you praised him while putting a hand on his hair. Something your brothers shared was the eternal love they had for your pats on the head; they didn’t understand it, but it felt different than when someone else gave them one.

“Nii-san, do you know what you’re going to give Mikey?” Shinichiro asked, changing the subject of the quiet conversation they had shared.

“Well, I’m sure of one thing: surpassing your gift is going to be very difficult, Shin,” you joked lightly.

Both of them got up from the somewhat uncomfortable position; the motorcycle Shinichiro was fixing was Mikey’s next CB250.

It was already late; they were going to put away all the tools they had used. Although Shinichiro’s original idea was to throw away all the tools and go back home, you didn’t allow him to do such an atrocity. How could you let your brother leave the room in total disarray?

Reluctantly, both of you stayed to tidy up the place until the sound of something breaking alerted you.

You were going to leave first, but Shinichiro got there first. The store was already dark since they were already leaving.

—Is that you, Keisuke?

—Kazutora, no!

It was the last thing you heard before a loud bang. You ran out, scared by what had happened with your brother and the one who seemed to be Keisuke.

With horror, you watched the scene unfolding in front of you. A metal bar hung from Kazutora's arm; horror was reflected on Baji's face, and, as if that weren't enough, a pool of blood surrounded Shinichiro's prone body.

"Shinichiro!" you screamed, full of terror. You no longer remember well what happened next; you know they called an ambulance, the police also arrived, and soon a crowd had formed.

You were still in shock; Shinichiro's blood painted your hands and clothes. You left at the same time that the police handcuffed Keisuke and Kazutora.

Baji cried and asked for your forgiveness, but Kazutora repeated like a mantra, "It's Mikey's fault."

You remember hearing Manjiro's screams asking for an explanation, but you were not in a condition to give him an adequate answer.

They took you to the police because your testimony was essential to know what sentence would be given to Kazutora.

But you could not say much; you only remembered the image of Shinichiro bathed in his own blood, lying without moving a single muscle.

How had all this happened? At what point had your paradise become this?

You just wanted your brother back. You wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, open your eyes, and find your siblings in the dining room, probably arguing about what breakfast they were going to make.

You wanted to go back to those good times…

Después de esa fatídica noche, nada volvió a ser igual para la alegre familia Sano. Se distanciaron más, su vida giraba en torno a seguir trabajando, y pronto las actividades de sus hermanos quedaron relegadas a un segundo plano.

Fue doloroso para tus dos hermanos restantes, ya que también te distanciaste de Izana.

En una sola noche, la familia Sano había perdido a dos de sus pilares…

[lmlknn]

Basic information to request

He/him, 00' line, Call me Liam or whatever nickname you can think of.

Requests are open!

Rules:

Fandoms I write: Tokyo Revengers, Wind Breaker, My hero academia (Boku no hero), Kimetsu no Yaiba, Bungo Stray Dogs, Haikyuu, Assassination Classroom, Sk8 the Infinity, Komi San can't communicate, Suzume, Death Note, The Case Study of Vanitas, Classroom of the Elite, Jujustsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin), Kakegurui, Blue Lock, Solo leveling, The Yuzuki family's four sons, Another, Tomodachi Game, Stars Align, Stray Kids.

Things I DON'T write: Pedophilia, public sex, female reader, sexual violence, mutilation, smut with underage characters, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping.

Things I DO write: male, trans (only fem to male) and gn reader, smut, fluff, omegaverse, hybrid universe, mpreg, I actually write a lot of things; as long as it's not on the list above, feel free to post your request. I don't limit myself to writing romantic relationships, so you can apply with any type of platonic relationship.

English is not my first language; any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know so I can correct them.

I am more used to writing in the third person so most posts would be in that style of narration.

[lmlknn]

Pretty boy

Pairing: Dom! Time Skip! Akaashi Keiji x Sub! Amab!Male! Reader

Warning: MDNI, Dom/Sub dynamics, consensual sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pet names, jealous! Akaashi, a bit of a reader with a brat attitude, Akaashi calls M/n his pet once.

Summary: M/n wants a good fuck so he decides to make him beloved boyfriend, Akaashi, jealous. In the end, things don't go the way he wanted.

Notes: English is not my first language, this is my first post, I hope you enjoy it, let me know if there are any mistakes!

(M/n) knew what he was exposing himself to. He had decided to tease his beloved boyfriend, Akaashi, a little, with the intention of getting a good fuck later; of course, he hadn't planned on Keiji not being in the best mood.

"Akaashi!" Bokuto shouted upon seeing his best friend from high school. "Bokuto-san," he replied with a small smile.

"Ne, (M/n)-san!" Komi exclaimed upon seeing Akaashi's partner. "Komi-san, how have you been!?" (M/n) said happily.

The couple separated to greet their classmates in a different order. Akaashi didn't miss how close he was to his other friends.

He didn't consider himself a jealous person; actually, he was quite relaxed in that area, but after the provocations he received in his boyfriend's car practically begging to be fucked, they had caused something inside him.

The hours passed, and Keiji's gaze never left (M/n)'s, and the aforementioned provocations didn't stop either.

"It was nice to see you again, Bokuto-san!" (M/n) exclaimed. The night had come to an end, and just for those few seconds, his pleas were stopped.

"See you later, guys!"

"We must repeat this!"

"Take care of yourselves!"

They all said goodbye, shared numbers that had been lost over the years, and the most anticipated moment for (M/n) had finally arrived.

The couple got into their car, lust beginning to rise through their systems. "It was fun for you, wasn't it? Acting like a needy person for attention. I hope you know well what awaits you." Akaashi said.

A shiver ran down (M/n)'s spine; he couldn't deny the excitement he felt at his boyfriend's tone of voice.

But he could still be a little more cynical. He knew that Keiji's actions would only become more pleasurable for him in the near future.

How wrong he was.

He was now tied by the wrists, completely naked, his back hitting his boyfriend's broad chest.

His legs were tangled, with Akaashi's being the only impediment to being able to fully extend them.

His poor tip was dripping cum in abundance; he was incredibly hard, and Akaashi did nothing but mock him.

Sometimes he would have a small back-and-forth motion, which increased in speed as the seconds passed; however, just when his legs began to tremble, his breathing began to accelerate, and his moans became louder, Akaashi stopped his movements.

He ignored the tears that fell from his pretty eyes; whimpers came out of his plump lips, and Akaashi only caressed his body.

"I'm sorry! I’m going to be a good boy! Let me cum!” (M/n) screamed. It was the fifth ruined orgasm.

“Let me think about it,” the older man murmured, his finger starting to play with his glans.

“Ah!”

“Okay, if you promise to be a good pet, I could let you cum,” Akaashi said, and (M/n) could almost feel himself reaching the sky with his caresses.

The calloused hand wrapped around his penis just below the tip while his other hand rubbed it in a circle quickly.

His legs shook again. “Ah! I’m close!” he stuttered with ecstasy running through his veins.

“Do it, you pretty thing.” Once his brain registered the words, his semen shot out. “Ah! Ah!” moans and gasps came out of his mouth.

Believing this was the end of their intense session, Akaashi's hand continued its movements.

His eyes rolled back, the overstimulation the perfect amount of pleasure and pain, but he couldn't ignore the discomfort that the black-haired man's continuous touches caused.

"Oh, but didn't you want to cum? I'm just pleasing my cute pet." He mocked.

(M/n) continued to cry. "Sir, it's too much! Ah!"he moaned. His pleas fell on deaf ears as Akaashi's hands continued to play with his member mercilessly.

"I'm going to cum!"

With his cry, another round of sperm shot out. "Just one more, baby." Akaashi murmured in his ear.

(M/n) let out a moan; he knew what that "one more" meant...