#tokrev x male reader

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

This is what I'm working on rn.. I cant even finish it and this is all i have because its so fucking funny to me

[akkkkollle]

Dear Akkkollle,

I have a request could you do super masochist Omega Mikey x super sadist alpha male reader where the read goes in to rut and make it super dirty smut ?

With these kinks: Spanking, Biting/marking, first time dry orgasm, Knotting, Nipple play.

Also could you have the reader call Mikey princess too please ?

Thank youfor hearing me out 🙂

Pairing: Omega!Mikey × Alpha!M!Reader.

Words: 1000+.

CW/TW: biting, dry orgasm, nipple play, knooting, spanking, size difference, denial of orgasm, cum inside, "Princess".

- M/N, just relax, okay? - he whispers, playing with your fingers on your left hand. - You know you can just fuck me, I don't mind.

-That's the problem, Mikey. - you pull your hand back, making him whine.

-Drop this idea, you're going to have this soon, honey, you need to have sex. - he smiles, and you sigh heavily.

- Are you sure you agree? - he nods.

A few minutes later.

Two completely naked bodies are lying on the bed. Your hands press him to the mattress, pressing your lips into his. He just whimpers, wrapping his legs around your waist, his hands tangled in your hair as he pulls you to his face.

You pull away, lowering your head lower, already kissing and biting his neck, he swallows when you bite the area between his shoulder and neck and sobs, feeling how you literally bite through his flesh.

- Why? You did it before... - he asks, but then he screams feeling a slap on his ass.

- I will mark you as much as I want, don't ask stupid questions. - you lick his blood, feeling the taste of metal on your tongue. - Everyone should know that this princess is mine, don't you agree?

He makes a sound like "Uh-huh", while sobbing, feeling your lips almost at his penis. He twitches negligibly right in front of your nose and you teasingly lick the tip, from which he raises his legs.

-How small you are, princess. - you're chuckling, making him snort.

- You're too big.

At the same moment, he moans, feeling your fingers on his penis, and your mouth on his right nipple. His hands cling to your hair as his legs wrap around your body, pulling you closer, which immediately makes him feel a slap that makes him moan even harder.

He whimpers when you start pulling his nipple with your teeth, biting it. He feels the imminent approach of orgasm, he violently jerks his hips in your grip, trying to cum faster.

A loud moan escapes from his lips, and then a sob as tears flow down his face. You pull away from his chest, chuckling. He's still hard, there are only a few drops of pre-cum on your hands.

His cheeks are covered with even more blush and tears flow down them when he sees the way you look at him. You lower your hand lower, circling his fluttering hole, feeling how wet he is. He jerks his hips impatiently and immediately feels another slap. He swallows, whimpering.

-Princess, be patient. I need to enjoy your pathetic appearance. - he nods, biting his lip, no longer trusting his own voice. - I've never seen you have a dry orgasm, you're just a priceless sight right now.

He whimpers a quiet "Please" that can barely be heard. You just roll your eyes and direct your dick into his wet, mucus-filled hole. He groans from stretching, and then from the pain when you immediately start moving.

His hands grab onto your shoulders, his nails dig into your skin as you grab onto his thigh, going much deeper, hitting his prostate.

A low growl escapes from your lips when you feel his ass squeezing around you, making the feeling even better. He licks his lips, pulling you to him, as a result of which you collide with his shoulder. He whispers a quiet "Please" again, but this time there is an extraordinary desperation in him. You bite his shoulder, making him moan and twitch his hips.

His black eyes are tightly closed while crystal tears flow from them. His face is absolutely red, although it is impossible to even think that a person can blush like that. His lips are bitten with anticipation. And his blond, usually gathered hair, scattered all over the pillow.

- M/N, please, I'm going to cum now..! - he shouts when you suck his neck.

- Nope. - you squeeze his whole penis, which makes him whimper loudly. - We'll come together, okay, can you stand it, princess?

He nods quickly while crying even harder. He feels like he's ready to cum right now, you just need to let go of his cock, but you obviously won't do it. You're still nibbling on his neck, although you are well aware that tomorrow he will look, to put it mildly, not very good in the neck and shoulders.

He can feel you twitching in him. He squeezes his legs even tighter, pressing you closer and stronger to him. He feels another slap when you unclench your hand, and squeezing you, he comes with a loud moan that echoed through the room. And you come with him.

- Damn, you came inside me. So warm... - he whines, squeezing your hair.

-This isn't the end, Princess. - he looks at you questioningly, and you just grin, making a lunge, making him whimper.

[lovetaejin]

Shinichiro Sano x Male reader

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It was no surprise to anyone that Shinichiro was rejected, for that very reason they were surprised when they saw him arrive happy from his last date, happy was to fall short, the Sano seemed to have hearts around him.

—Shin, how did your date go?—asked the Sano's albino friend.

—It went wonderfully, she asked me to be her boyfriend and I said yes—said the second older Sano with a smile.

—Did you say yes to someone you barely know?—asked the black-haired man with a scar on his face.

—I had already met him, you were the ones who told me about him—he said, confusing his friends.

—Who are you talking about?—I ask, no one knew who the hell the Healer was talking about.

—From "Der König", he went on my date and asked me to be his boyfriend, he had asked me to be his husband but I told him we had to slow down a bit—she explained with a smile looking at the astonished faces of her friends.

—Did you talk to the Russian king?—said the albino, a way of telling the gang member who showed up two weeks ago and took over Roppongi.

The founders of Black dragons wanted to see their leader's boyfriend, after all no one knew the Russian king in person but in all their attempts they failed, they were about to give up when hope came in a blond boy.

—Not San, when is your boyfriend coming home?—asked the blond Sano to his brother, earning the gaze of his friends.

—He's coming tomorrow, I've already told you, I don't want you to be asking me for things—Manjiro was very shameless with his boyfriend.

Clearly, the founding friends bribed Mikey to tell them what time Shinichiro's boyfriend was going to go

At 8:00 pm Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi were at the door of the Sano house, the albino rushed to knock and were greeted by the only Sano girl.

—Hello Emma, ​​can you let us in?—the albino asked, receiving a refusal from the minor.

—No, today we are meeting Shinichiro's boyfriend and we don't want you guys to ruin it—he said seriously before closing the door.

[yihccdior]

Even though there are people around us, we often don't give them the necessary value they need. Only after they leave or die do we begin to see how weird it is without having them around, how strange we can't talk to them, how weird we can't even give them a simple hug, how awkward it is not being able to go playing in the rain or mud, makes no sense, right? Because it was with that person that he gave the most meaning in his life, but now everything has lost its color.

And yes, I know you answered yes to me, there's no use denying it, everything reminds you of someone who was very special to you, yes?

And reminded Y/n how special Wakasa was to him, but soon he was going to visit Wakasa. Y/n couldn't breathe anymore without his breathing apparatus, he knew that at some point he would vegetate there. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and that his time was almost over.

After Y/n lost Wakasa, everything lost its meaning, everything that was colored with a paint palette, became discolored with the damn time that took his Wakasa out of him and after removing his respiratory tract, he felt his breath fail and started to spit blood on the ground, he knew this was his moment, and after spitting blood on the ground, he knew his end would be there, right there on the icy floor. Finally he would be free! Finally he would be free from all the suffering he's been through, for a long time Y/n couldn't stand having to open his eyes and see that every day he was in a hospital bed and that's how Y/n closed his eyes happily and was totally relieved.

[chanif-art]

Cry baby!

Yandere! Kazutora (Tokyo Ravengers)

Premium request by @cheesus-doodles, thank you! :)

I love to see Kazutora display a more vulnerable and emotionally dependent side, expressing his desires and needs in a whiny manner when he feels insecure or anxious.

♡

Thank you so much for your patience and understanding during the past week. I appreciate your support and the fact that you didn't complain about my absence. It means a lot to me. Your understanding has made my return much smoother, and I'm grateful for that! Once again, Thank you!

[baby-tini]

Manjiro Play-fighting hcs

Manjiro is pretty big on play-fighting, not only is it fun but also helps sharpen his martial arts. He play-fights with mostly Draken and Baji but you cause him the most fun.

Play-fighting mostly happens in the privacy of closed doors but he does often like to pick you up and toss you around in public but only around his friends. Weight isn't a problem for him, as we know, he's inhumanly strong. Although, if you're self-conscious, he'll just take to playing and not picking you up.

Manjiro can be very competitive when play-fighting with you, he does sometimes take things more seriously. As in, he'll pin you down harder than necessary and has hit harder on accident but he did apologize with tons of kisses and (half-eaten) dorayaki.

Mikey rarely lets you pin him, he thinks it's unfair to lie to you and will help you indirectly learn self-defense. He'll let you throw him around to please you but he's always victorious in the end.

Sometimes it can lead to... hotter moments. He likes the useless struggle you put up, it puts him in a more dominant head-space and he'll even piss you off by sucking at your neck and mocking you.

I can see Mikey having a bit of an ego because he's so strong so if he's in the mood to play-fight and you aren't he'll start to taunt you by wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to him till you break and try to fight back.

He'll pin your hands above your head while you're on his bed and stare you down as he leans closer and closer until you kick him off and he whines, saying that you really hurt him (no you didn't, he's a baby.)

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Kisaki Tetta - "Brother Knows Best"

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In which a little Kisaki Tetta comes home to tell his big brother about his newest crush. Or; In which Kisaki [Name] unknowingly prevents a long series of tragic events of the future by being an asshole to his younger brother.

                                                                                                   

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"[Name]! [Name]!"

Shouted a little Tetta as his tiny legs carry him from the front door and into the living room.

[Name], who was sprawled lazily across the sofa, only glanced at the six year old briefly before turning his attention back to the t.v. in front of him. Light from the screen rapidly flashing on his face as a colorful toy commercial played. The feeling of his little brother's annoyed gaze not even phasing him as he ignored the boy.

"Grr... [NAME]!"

Tetta shouted as he roughly shook the h/c-ette's arm, trying to get the older's attention.

[Name] growls under his breath as he turns and glares at the little bespectacled boy. Lightly grabbing his shoulder as he shoves him backwards a little, making him stumble and fall on his bottom.

"God you're annoying..... Whaddya want?"

The h/c-ette grumbled as he leans his head on the palm of his hand.

Tetta huffed as he stood up off the floor and waddles over to the sofa, shoving the older's legs to the side and dramatically plopping onto the seat cushion.

"I wanted to ask you..... How— How do you tell a girl you like her?"

The bespectacled boy mutters timidly as he fiddles with his chubby fingers; already anticipating the teasing he's about to endure.

[Name] raised a brow at his brother's words; an amused smirk crawling its way across his lips as he holds back a snort. His annoying dweeb of a little brother has a crush on someone? The kid that whined about how annoying it was whenever [Name] brought his boyfriend over? The kid who swore up and down that he'd never be in a relationship because he'd rather be smart than in love? Oh, this is comedy gold.

"Pfft— You? Since when? What's so cool about this girl for you of all people to like her?"

The h/c-ette jeered; purposefully sitting up to make sure the younger has full view of his mean look.

Tetta groans quietly, already regretting his decision. But what other choice does he have? There's no one else the boy trusted more than his older with such a question.

".....She's... She's really nice to me...."

The small boy mumbles as he pushes his sliding glasses back into place.

"Pffffft— HAHAHAHAHA! That's it! That's hilarious!"

[Name] doubles over, cackling as he tries to hold himself up with the armrest, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Hehehehehe...hehehe... haaah... that was a laugh. Okay, Look brat, you're like... what? Five years old? You're practically still a fetus. You can't even do long division yet; you have no idea what love is."

He crosses his arms and shakes his head.

"If all this girl did was the bare minimum of being kind to you and you're 'falling in love', all of your relationships in the future are gonna be short, loveless and pathetic."

[Name] finishes, giving his little brother an unimpressed and somewhat disgusted look.

However the h/c-ette's eyes softened as he saw tears gathering and spilling over from behind Tetta's fogged glasses. His little body shaking with each silent sob; refusing to make a sound lest he be berated for that too. [Name] let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around the crying boy and pulling him into his lap. He hugged him tight; ignoring the younger's fruitless attempts to push him away.

The older hums quietly as he strokes his brother's head. Running his fingers through Tetta's short hair.

"I know..... I know... I'm so mean to you aren't I Tetta. I'm being an awful big brother to you, huh."

[Name] mumbles quietly as removes the younger's glasses and whipes away the tears from his pretty blue eyes.

"It's just tough love, m'kay? I love you so much, Tetta. I'm only trying to prepare you for the future. I don't want your heart to be broken when you can hardly understand how you feel yet."

Tetta looks up at [Name] with teary eyes as he sniffles; trying to wipe them away and only causing more to fall.

"I love... *sniffle* I love you too. Can we eat something? I'm hungry."

He mumbles, drying his tears with [Name]'s shirt as his stomach gurgles loudly.

"Alright, I'll order takeout."

The h/c-ette chuckles softly as he ruffles Tetta's hair.

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[nex-ture]

Hi, could I solo a Mikey with a shy reader at a Toman meeting? Please

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano x gn!reader

2-year-old asks!! I post every blue moon. I also took creative liberty cause, idk wtf I was supposed to write

I might have accidentally put "He" somewhere in here for the reader, but I'm illiterate so don't come for me

Y/N was always so quiet. They weren't an ordinary member, but they never stood out like a sore thumb. The only person attention they ever seem to steal was Mikey and an ever so curious Takemichi. Whenever Takemichi didn't know someone or their position, he would ask his trusty, right-hand man, Chifuyu.

"Who's the kid, the one leaning against the pillar." Takemichi turned towards his partner with an egar look on his face.

"That's L/N Y/N. They're not the most talkative, if I'm being honest. But they show up to just about every gang meeting and division captain meeting." Chifuyu mentioned off as if this should be common knowledge.

Takemichi looked at Y/N, now talking to Mikey. They were deep into conversation, yet they would only ever talk to Mikey, maybe on the rare occasion would they be caught talking to another founding member.

Chifuyu leaned closer to Takemichi to mention something in a loud whisper, "There's rumor stirring that they're actually dating, or at the very least crushing."

Takemichi continued to stare at the two as Mikey left to officially start the Toman meeting.

Y/N seemed to be keeping to themselves throughout the whole meeting, every once in a while people would usually turn to talk about what their captain said, but Y/N didn't seem to have interest in that.

When the meeting finished, Y/N hoped on the back of Mikeys back as they went home. Takemichi was dead set on uncovering their relationship. Why would Mikey be so interested in someone who barely spoke, and why would anyone be into Mikey...

Takemichi walked over to the few remaining captains, which consisted of Draken, Mitsuya, Smiley, and Angry. They all left shortly after Mikey, aside from Sanzu, who left the exact second Mikey did.

"Hey Draken, can I ask you something?" Takemichi walked closer to the group who were previously lost in conversation. "Does it have something to do with Y/N?" Draken questioned like he already knew.

Takemichi was taken aback by his response, begging to know how he knew... was Draken a timeleaper, too!? Takemichi was quickly brought back down to earth when Draken spoke, "It was kinda hard not to notice how intently you were staring at Y/N almost the whole meeting." Takemichi was a bit embarrassed by this. He knew he was staring, but he didn't know it was that obvious.

"Yeah, do you guys know what's up with Y/N? They don't seem to talk to anyone but Mikey." Takemichi let out in what seemed like one breath. A few in the group looked at him dazed, others with a curious look to hear the answer. "Well, I think it's normal to feel most comfortable around you, partner." Draken uttered like it was the most obvious response in the world.

Takemichi looked at Draken dumbfounded with his response, though he's not shocked, Drakens acting like he knows every last thing about the personal lives of the Toman members. "Oh yeah, Y/N and Mikey are dating...if you didn't know." Draken says, still making direct eye contact with a dumb founded Takemichi.

Takemichi sighs, thanking Draken before heading over to wear Chifuyu had parked his bike so his partner could take him home. He made sure to tell Chifuyu that his suspicions about Mikey and Y/N were true, earning a loud yell in excitement from Chifuyu over his correct assumption.

As Takemichi was dropped off at his house, he made a note to himself to get to know the person dating his best friend.

[kawataslvr]

Summary : More of a crack fic tbh, no real warnings apart from cursing. YOUR ONLY 2 YEARS YOUNGER BTW

A/N : I didn’t know what to write but didn’t wanna not write 😔, off topic but i actually rlly like the idea of Shinichiro X Waka’s younger brother.

“YOU WERE WHAT.” really, the words had slipped from Shinichiro’s mouth, he was going to have more than one Imaushi on his ass now.

Wakasa slammed down his hands on the work table in the back of the bike shop, it was closed by now. It was late.

Shinichiro had no idea how to respond, this was a horrible way to confess he'd been involved with his brother for so long.

Through a sex joke.

———

Wakasa chuckled as the two discussed his younger brother “He was practically shoving it down his throat. I'm sure he liked it.”

“I was shoving it down his throat last night.” Shinichiro said bluntly, and quite confidently and loudly at that.

Wakasa’s smile had never DROPPED faster.

———

Which is what led to this situation. “It was just on instinct I promise!” Shinichiro tried to cover it up.

“INSTINCT MY ASS.” He looked at the ravenette straight in the eyes with a furios expression.

“It really was! If you had said that about anyone else I would've said the same thing!”

It was late and Wakasa was tired, he was about to head home anyways.. he let it slide under his radar, for now.

———

Wakasa finally got home and saw his younger brother on the couch sleeping, with the tv on. You probably had fallen asleep watching whatever show was on at the time.

Debating whether to wake you up and ask you about Shin, he ended up doing it.

“mmmm.. yes Wakaa?” you looked up at the older dude, yawning and sitting up. Still very noticeably half asleep.

The only thing you were focusing on was getting this over as quickly as possible before so you could go back to sleep, clearly not in a good state of mind.

“Are you and Shinichiro together?”

“mm.. yeah we are..”

Wakasa felt his blood BOIL.

“Have you two done anything together?”

“mhm..”

Silence filled the room, you flopped back down and laid down on the couch to go back to sleep again.

If it wasn’t for the fact Wakasa didn't wanna wake you again, he might’ve even started rampaging.

But, he let you sleep.

He wanted to confront you and Shinichiro.

At the same time.

———

You woke up on the couch with a blanket and pillow on you, and Shinichiro sitting down on the matching loveseat beside the two seater you were laying on.

Amd Wakasa on the other couch, you shot up a little too quickly from your seat seeing the scene.

You were used to waking up to Wakasa’s friends at the house, but Wakasa looked so mad.

So serious.

“Y/N, you finally woke up.” Wakasa’s tone sounded dead panned.

You rubbed your eyes awake glancing at Shinichiro then back at Wakasa, you had an idea of what he found out about.

“So, Shinichiro.. mind explaining why you broke bro code?” you froze, fuck, did Wakasa already find out? Shinichiro stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“You told me that I should try experimenting with more than just girls!”

“SO YOU GO AND FUCK MY BABY BROTHER?” Wakasa shot back immediately, he’d always been a lazy guy, he wanted to punch the dark haired man more than anyone else in the world.

“I DON’T GET TO CHOOSE WHO MY HEART LIKES!”

“BUT YOU CAN CONTROL YOUR FUCKING DICK!”

“YOUR BROTHER HAS A NICE ASS!”

The room went silent, your face turning a bright red from embarrassment. Wakasa’s turning red from anger.

Shinichiro quickly regretted his words, hating how things kept slipping in and out of his mouth, almost like he did inside yo—

Wakasa lunged at Shinichiro, and he would've hit him if you didn’t grab hold of the ravenette and move him towards your body.

“Y/N what the hell!” Wakasa said angrily, Shinichiro couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.

“C’mon Wakaaa he clearly likes me more, especially the way I treat him at ni—“ This time you were the one to hit Shinichiro.

A harsh slap across the face, a few seconds after and a proud Wakasa till the situation calmed down.

Wakasa, still furios about all the sex jokes Shinichiro made, but coming to terms with the relationship between you two.

“If you touch my brother again I’ll snap your neck in half Sano.” You and Shinichiro gave a light laugh, “I’m not joking. A pillow between you two right now.” He stood up and put the pillow you were previously sleeping on and set it between you and the older.

“Wakasa!” you protested grabbing the pillow and throwing it at him, Shinichiro started laughing again. Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his own.

“Get your hands off him you fucking—!”

[apollodarling-writes]

yanderes who will literally worship the ground you walk on.

yanderes who believes you’re a princess/goddess/prince/god/royalty/deity

yanderes who will sacrifice people to you and leave you notes describing their sacrifice

yanderes who are literally so sweet but can flip in an instant

yanderes who will cuddle you and give you everything you will ever want

yanderes who will love you no matter what you do, who you are, what you look like, etc

yanderes who are delusional and think that you smiling at them means that you’re in love

yanderes who would kill you and then themselves so no one could have you

yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, asahi azumane, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro, nishinoya yu, tanaka ryunnosuke, hinata shoyo, yachi hitoka, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, momo yaoyorozu, kirishima eijiro, gon freecs, takemichi hanagaki, chifuyu matsuno, shinichiro sano, akashi senju, kazutora hanemiya, sanzu haruchiyo, hinata hyuga, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, giyu tomioka, shinobu kocho, mutsuri kanroji, tengen uzui, rengoku kyojuro, mutsuki tooru, shirazu ginshi, juzo suzuya, hideyoshi nagachika,

[youatemylollipop]

South: It’s a dog eat dog world.

Y/N: No! Don’t say that! What about wolves? Are you telling me that the whole pack structure is a lie? Does that mean werewolves don’t actually exist?

South: …

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked. 

Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention. 

He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father. 

Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile. 

Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows. 

The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him. 

Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself. 

Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.

There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?

“Y/n, are you okay?”

Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.

“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”

Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?

Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.

He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it. 

He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through. 

He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with. 

Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own. 

Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.

That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.

Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.

“You not finding what you want?”

Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.

“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”

Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.

‟Tokyo Revengers…”

After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it. 

Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.

“Is that all?”

Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store. 

Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him. 

“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”

 He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n. 

The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life. 

The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.

Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.

The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant. 

Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”

Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat. 

She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it. 

It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping. 

He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives. 

Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence. 

“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”

Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest. 

Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.

“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”

Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets. 

“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”

Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.

Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother. 

After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it. 

Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests. 

Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends. 

Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.

Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.

Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor. 

It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.

He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb. 

Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?

Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content. 

Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.

Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill.  Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way. 

The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious. 

“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”

Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams. 

Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.

“Y/n!”

The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga. 

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[akkkkollle]

Random idea:

tw? Drug use

Reader and Sanzu arguing bc he is high and Sanzu telling reader he can’t get pleasure of anything else but drugs and reader starts jerking him off while telling him ‘is that so?’ ‘then I should stop’ Sanzu sensitive bc of the drugs crying for reader 2 fuck him (?

🥀Pairing: Sanzu × M!Reader.

🥀Words: 1900+.

🥀CW/TW: drugs, spitting like lube, a lot of insults, fingering, jerking off, bites, pleading, excessive stimulation.

-Oh, shut up... - moans Sanzu, sighing with fatigue. 

- Shut up? Haru, you're a fucking jerk, you know? How many times have I told you not to take it? - you reply irritably, while his head is thrown back on the sofa. 

Your words go on and on, making his head, which is under the influence of some drugs, completely split with pain. Your words just cut through his brain and reverberate in his thoughts with a thousand needles, a hundred bullets and a single truck. He just wants you to shut up. 

- Do you understand? - you ask, finally finished. 

- Understand what? What am I not allowed to take? M/n, in the end, this is the only thing I get high from! - he shouts, simply unable to stand it anymore. - I can't give up what makes me happy, idiot. From the only thing that makes me happy! - he sits down again, covering his face with his hands. - At least right now. 

You just look at his face for a few seconds, trying to see at least something, but you see absolutely nothing. Then you just sigh, trying to find the strength to calm down. 

You sit down next to him and he stiffens slightly, expecting that now you will teach him again. But no, you didn't utter a word. He gets up, not wanting to talk to you at the moment, but as soon as he walks along your figure, he feels like he is being pulled down. 

He lets out a surprised exclamation when he feels himself sitting on your lap, pressing his back against your chest. Your hands are on his hips, stroking them, getting closer and closer to his dressed, already semi-hard, penis. You rest your head on his shoulder, gently stroking his clothed bulge, feeling him harden under you. He makes a whine, which makes you laugh right away. 

- Are drugs really the only thing you get pleasure from? - you whisper, biting his neck. 

He tilts his head back while you unfasten his belt and pull down his trousers, along with his underwear, lifting his hips to help your action. 

His hard cock rests on his clothed belly, you spit on his cock, which makes him wince, and then you start rubbing his trunk up and down. He throws his head back even more, but tries to restrain himself so as not to give you too easy a victory. 

Although it was a loss even without effort. He's already sensitive, and under drugs it only gets worse. He lost from the very beginning, as soon as he came here like this. 

Your hand slows down slightly in order to stop on his head and play with it a little. 

- So what, honey? Is that true? - he just whines, and you...

you just run your finger over the skin under his head, finally pulling out of him a loud moan of satisfaction. He grabs your hand, which lies dangerously close to his hole, only rubbing the delicate skin. 

- F-fuck, M/n ... - he mumbles, trying to move your fingers from the place. 

-What? Don't you like it? - he nods his head in confirmation of your words. - Then I think I should stop. 

He whines when you take your fingers away and immediately pulls them back, forcing you to grab his cock again. 

-Go on, son of a biiitch, p-please... - you feel a drop on your hand. 

- Oh, are you crying? You don't like it, hmm? - he shakes his head in denial, no longer having the strength and desire to argue with you. - A pitiful sight, but pleasant. 

You bite his neck, continuing your movements on his penis. He moans, feeling your fingers enter him. 

- Not from b-both sides, da-damn..! - he sobs, no longer understanding what exactly he should focus on. 

You lick the bite on his neck and then bite him again, making his throat jump. His cock twitches when the precum starts to drip onto your hands. 

-D-damn, damn, I'm coming now, p-please don't stop..! - he whispers, almost praying to you. 

And after a few seconds, he comes with a loud moan, which turns into a desperate cry when he does not feel your movements stop. 

- M-m/n, wait, I-I just finished, I—! Ahhh, d-damn! - his face is covered with tears, as are your hands. - F-fuck me, pleeease! 

- Nah, you were a bad boy, you know? - you whisper into his neck, which makes him feel a grin spreading across your face. 

- I'll be good, honestly! Just b-beg! - he's already screaming, and you're just sure that tomorrow his voice will be hoarse. 

-I won't say it twice, bitch. - you kiss his neck while he comes again. 

He whimpers, jerking his hips, again feeling the movements of your hands on his penis and in his ass. 

- Pleeease! I'll do anything you want, j-just ask! 

-You're never going to do drugs again, okay? - it sounds more like a statement than a question. 

- Yes, yes, yes! - although you both understand that this is a lie. - I won't d-do it anymore! 

- Well, okay then ... - you take out your fingers and take your hand away, from which he sighs both from relief and disappointment. - Then let's continue, right? 

He feels the buckle slide over his bare back and he nods, already slightly rising on shaky legs, preparing to jump on you before sunrise.

[kissesforsatoru]

ETERNAL DEVOTION ⟶ part one of two | wc : 1.3k

PRINCE! KUROKAWA IZANA x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ izana is tired of waiting; he wants you. he wants you, he wants you, he wants you. so, he calls you to his room in the middle of the night, and he plans to take you, willingly or not.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, super heavy stockholm syndrome, abuse of power, manipulation, master/servant dynamics, innocent-ish reader, virgin reader, nsfw implications + sexual tension, hints of coercion, one very heated kiss, use of pet names (my lovely servant, love, etc.) ⟶ smut will be in part two.

notes : this was such a spur of the moment little thing that i wrote??? i don’t know where it came from and it’s a bit different than most of my other works i think but! i hope you guys all like it 😭😭

“my prince,” you greet softly, bowing your head down in a display of respect as you sit on your thighs and fold your hands across your lap.

“look at me.” he bites the second you settle, and you do; you look up at your master through your lashes without even a sliver of thought, let alone hesitation. he makes a small, pleased hum, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

you’re dressed in precious little—a thin, loose nightgown that you sleep in every night—drawing your master to stare at you with a flare in his lilac eyes. he licks his lips sensually while overlooking your body, making you out to feel utterly exposed to him. you would have worn something more appropriate, something much less revealing, had his summon not been urgent, leaving you no time to change before coming here.

you shift a little bit, attempting to hide more of your body to preserve as much of your modesty as you can, but it doesn’t work much; really, all your little movements serve to do is draw more attention to your body from your master.

“do you know why i called you?” he asks, a lilt of amusement dripping in his tone. you gulp before hesitantly shaking your head—the maids never told you, or perhaps you were in too much of a hurry to remember, but either way you aren’t exactly sure what it could be that your master needs, especially at such an hour when normally he and you are both asleep.

“use your words,” he urges gently, but an edge of authority leaves no room for you to deny his wishes—as if you would anyway.

“forgive me, my prince. i don’t know the reason you’ve called me here,” you whisper low as you bow your head down again in apology, only to look right back up at him as soon as you're done. he wouldn’t be too happy if you didn’t; he loves it when you look at him just as much as he loves to hear you speak to him.

“c’mere then,” he says, patting his thigh, “i’ll show you why, yeah?”

you crawl towards him slowly so as to not jostle the little clothes you have on and reveal even more of your body to him, but his eyes remain steadily trained on you, making you feel like he could see easily through the thin scraps of clothing you wore. when you reach him, he gently nudges your shoulders to guide you between his legs, and then one of his hand's ghosts over your skin until it reaches your nape, while his other hand comes to your chin, directing you to look up towards him.

he leans down close, and you gasp quietly, flustered by the proximity between you and your beloved master—his presence always has you fumbling for air and scraping for a semblance composure, but he’s never quite gotten so close that you feel deliciously suffocated by him. you want to pull away, if only a little bit because of how overwhelming his presence is for you, but you don't. you'll gladly drown in the high he gives you whenever he's close.

his eyes flick to your mouth and your tongue flits out to swipe along your lower lip, and instinctively you lean in a little bit closer. he smirks.

“you belong to me, you know that?” he asks in a low whisper, the warmth of his breath fanning across your face lightly as he speaks; you have to fight back a whine scratching in your throat for an escape at the sensation.

and, you do know that—of course you do. he saved your life, and in return you gave it up to him and him alone for the rest of eternity. while all the other castle staff can eventually retire and live lives outside of attending to the royal family, you will always be bound to him, even in death you will be his loyal servant and belonging.

you nod, and then quickly follow up with a small ‘yes,’ when you see him raise an eyebrow at you in warning. the command use your words, rings inside of your mind and you bite your lip in shame of making such a foolish mistake. his thumb strokes gently along your neck when you oblige his earlier orders though, causing your breath to flutter shakily when you sigh out in contented pleasure.

“i own your life, you serve me, so you’ll always devote yourself to me, yes?” he asks you, and this time you immediately reply with a soft ‘yes,’ instead of nodding your head.

he smiles, pleased, tilting his head a little bit to the left. he doesn’t say anything else right away, but the silence isn’t awkward as the both of you are caught by the other. his eyes are on you, your lips, and your body pressed firmly against him, while you’re paying rapt attention to the way he holds you so close to him, to the fan of his breath on your face, to his soft, cold fingers tracing your skin and leaving behind tingly shivers. he hums low, drawing out a fluttering feeling in your tummy.

“won’t you please your master, then?” he then asks, and the air in your lungs quickly dissipates, leaving you to choke on a withdrawn gasp.

“what is it that you mean, my prince? how may i please you?” you ask him nervously, aware of the many implications behind his words, but– but is that really what he would want from you, his lowly servant? he has many women and men of noble or royal lineage that he could have, all of whom would be much better for him in both class and experience, so why you? you know nothing about... sex, other than the basics you've learned through hushed whispers and giggles from the royal staff and other attendants. even if you weren't such a lowly servant, you could never hope to please him with such inexperience. does he think you’ve been off with a man? you haven’t.

“c’mon now, love, you know what i mean. i’ve waited long enough to have you, my lovely little servant, and i won't wait any longer, so quit playing dumb while i'm asking you nicely because i will take from you what i want using force if i have to,” he groans while beginning to press rough kisses to your check and jaw, nibbling on your skin in warning when you gasp and whine.

“but–“ you start only for him to interrupt you with a sight, and then before you can even process what's going on his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss. he shoves his tongue into your opened mouth to lap at the inside eagerly, swirling and mixing your saliva with his and savoring the addicting flavors of you. you don't shy from kissing him back; instead leaning yourself more into him like a puppy following its masters whims without question. the kiss is all too imposing and all too messy for you to keep up with him properly, but he doesn't mind at all as long as you're not pulling away from him, rejecting him.

he knew you wouldn't; you're too enthralled to ever deny him of anything he wants.

he groans as he pulls away to see you breathless, eyes glazed over with hazy lust and your pretty lips swollen from his kiss. he smirks at the sight of you so easily wrecked by him. just a simple kiss and you're already panting and pawing at his chest for stability do you don't fall over. so fucking sensitive, so pliant just the way you should be for him. and only him. nobody else will ever affect you the way he does.

“i don’t give a shit about whatever it is you were going to say, you belong to me and i will have you if i want you. and i do—i want all of you. do you understand me?” it's not a question, but a warning: 'don't you ever fucking try to refute me again. you do as i say without asking any questions.'

"mm, 'course, my prince," you try to sound like you aren't completely drunk off of him, but your words slur together and come out all breathy and whiny like one of the sex wrecked whores.

he smirks again lazily, "good. now won’t you please your master, like a good little servant, hm? you have to after getting me all riled up,” he motions to his lap, and you gasp realizing how hard he is. his thick, heavy cock is pressed against your tummy, and it’s huge, but you still have no doubt that its real size is hidden beneath the robes he’s wearing.

you bite your lip and look up at him, but he gently nudges your head down against his cock, “go on, love. your master is dying to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.”

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takemichi

“aww, that’s cute that you’re crying.” you said teasingly, watching takemichi cry in pain. “p-please…turn it o-off!” he cried out, ass face up with a vibrator in his hole.

“hm? but, you told me you could take it!” you gave a smack to his ass, walking around to see his face. “really, but didn’t you say at dinner…that you’d be the one banging me up tonight? in front of everyone if I’m not mistaken?” he looks up at you with panic in his eyes, so vulnerable and pretty. “i-I didn’t mean to, it just c-came out and i-” his words were drowned out by screams of pleasure.

“n…no, no more…” he whimpered out, watching you clamp his nipples. he gasped softly, attempting not to literally scream his lungs out. “well, holding out good aren’t you?” you said lowly, a smile on your lips. he nodded, atleast the vibrator was out. “but, this is just the start y’know?”

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HAKKAI SHIBA DRABBLE — gn!reader ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ [not requested]

‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌warnings,, car sex(?), handjob (giving), pet names (baby/doll), edging, implied voyeurism.

‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ author's note,, THE KING HAS RETURNED. also hakkai is my sweet bby boy i love him sm it's unreal.

<65O words.

“geez. couldn't even wait until we got home.” you whispered to your boyfriend, making him shudder a little, feeling your warm breath tickle his ear. “naughty boy. what if the chauffeur notices? the partition may be rolled up, but i'm sure he can hear you moaning like a little whore.” hakkai whimpered in response, bucking his hips into your fist. he didn't know why, but the thought of being caught turned him on even more—that combined with your hands on him; he could lose himself–

“shiba-san? are you alright back there?”

hakkai snapped out of his momentary trance, now making eye contact with the driver in the rearview mirror through the now halfway lowered partition. there wasn't enough light passing through the tinted windows to see his expression in the mirror, but you could. his face was beet red, probably wondering if he had gotten caught. even if that were the case, hakkai would try to lie his way out of it. as he did. “i'm okay. i just uh.. have a bit of a stomach ache. r-roll up the partition, would ya?”

“if you say so.” the chauffeur replied, rolling the partition up as he was told.

you chuckled. “that little act of yours was adorable, doll.” you began pumping your boyfriend's cock in time with his pathetic thrusts. he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the startled cry that threatened to slip past his lips. “let's see how long you can keep it up.”

with how you were spoiling him with your hands, he probably wouldn't last much longer. you knew this, but teasing hakkai was too entertaining. it was cute how he tried not to cum, despite his body betraying him, begging for release. you slowed your pace to a stop and released your grip on his shaft, knowing full well that he was close. he gave you a pleading look, which you pretended not to notice.

“y/n, please—” hakkai whined between ragged breaths. he leaned against you. “i want more.. please let me cum– nh-.." as much as you wanted to play with him, you couldn't resist him in this state; you often wondered if he knew that and acted accordingly. but he wasn't the best liar so that perished the thought—after all, he was a model, not an actor.

you sighed softly. “well since you were a good boy and begged without being told—” your hand once again held hakkai's twitching length in a firm, but gentle grip. hearing him gasp softly at the sudden touch, you smirked, but only for a second. “i guess i should reward you, hm?” continuing at your pace from earlier, you began stroking him again. he probably got sensitive after being edged, since he was squirming around more than he was before, biting his lip to hold back his voice. “mm.. ‘kai. kiss me.”

without a moment's hesitation, hakkai did as he was told. he immediately melted into it, moaning into your mouth, feeling your tongue dance against his. as it was he could already barely breathe, but now you were stealing it from him, making him drool and pant like a dog for the few short seconds you allowed him to take a breath. “mgh– ‘m cumming–.. ” he mumbled into the kiss before he once again started thrusting into your fist.

it wasn't long before he came, his body lightly spasming as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the back of the driver's seat and his own body. his vision faded in and out and he struggled to steady his breathing. you always thought hakkai looked beautiful—a broken mess after an orgasm.

“you've made such a mess, baby.” your eyes shifted toward the slightly lowered partition. you could just barely see the driver's flushed face in the mirror—and how only his left hand rested on the steering wheel. “but maybe you weren't the only one.”

luv you lol thx for reading <3 also this was pretty long for a drabble lol