#tokyo revengers drabble

[mitsuyeaah]

misdemeanour.

— ran haitani x f! reader

cw: nsfw (mdni), thigh riding, light bdsm (handcuffs), roleplaying (police officer!ran), mentions of alcohol use, pet names (princess)

a/n: inspired by that one ran photo that’s circulating right now. he’s so hot istg (*´꒳`*)

the loud bass of the music reverberated throughout the entire house, feeling every beat of it thumping inside your chest. you navigated through the dimly lit living room packed with sweaty intoxicated bodies, some of them moving against the music dressed in varieties of different costumes.

your friend, rindou, had hosted a costume party for his birthday. of course, as innocent as it sounded, the activities within the walls of his house were a complete contrast. It was wild to say the least. beer pong outside their lawn next to a keg stand, people doing shots at the kitchen island, couples making out somewhere private, people dancing in the living room, and more.

you were amongst the people doing some shots in the kitchen. your throat burned at the sensation of the hot liquid going down—tequila—, face scrunching at the bitter taste of the liquid poison. a round the kitchen island, there stood some of your close friends, rindou included.

there was one particular man that caught your eyes. The one standing right across you, dressed in a navy blue police officer uniform, topped with a police hat. his long two-toned hair were secured in two braids that cascaded down his chest. you noticed how the two of you seemed to always accidentally make eye contact amidst the chaos inside the kitchen. hisamethyst eyes lingering on yours a little too long before he looked elsewhere—you swore you could see a slight desperation in them. like he wanted something.

rindou had introduced the man earlier as his older brother, ran. he was indeed a gentleman, going even as far as extending his hand to shake your own.

throughout the entire time you were doing shots in the kitchen, you and ran had about more than 5 wordless exchanges through eye contact. you weren’t complaining though, he was very easy on the eyes but you just wished he approached you. “i’ll be right back! i need to go to the bathroom!” you yelled over the music, leaning over the table to let everyone know. “okay, you better hurry! we’re starting another round soon.” rindou yelled back.

you exchanged one last eye contact with ran, this time mustering up a small smile before leaving for the bathroom. you messily made your way to the bathroom, your head slightly spinning from the tequila shots. you managed to make it safely to the bathroom without tripping over anything or anyone by grabbing the walls for support.

after doing your business and washing your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed your appearance—noticing how the strap of your costume had slipped off your shoulder. if you were being honest, this devil costume you had on was half-assed. only because you didn’t bother buying a new one and instead wore the only costume you already had.

you cupped your cheeks and let out a sharp exhale, feeling the burning temperature of your skin due to the amount of alcohol in your system.

you closed the bathroom door behind you but before you could even take a step, you found yourself trapped between the door and the man you’ve been eyeing all night, ran. the back of your head rubbed against the cool surface of the door as you craned your neck to look up at the tall man.

he was indeed more beautiful up close. little specks of dark purple scattered around his lavender irises. his soft pink lips looking a little too tempting. “o-oh! sorry! did you need to use the bathroom?” your breathing became uneven as you held his gaze, waiting for his answer.

he gave you a saccharine smile as he let out a soft hum that only you could hear. ran shook his head ‘no’ and leaned in closer to your ear. his scent engulfed your nose, it was sweet yet musky, just how you liked it. “you’re under arrest for a misdemeanour for being too fucking hot..”

your breath hitched. you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks as his hot breath ghosted over the side of your neck, causing goosebumps. “wha—” “nuh uh.. place your hands in front of you like this.” ran jutted his hands out between you two, both his hands securely intertwined with one another.

doing so, ran skilfully secured your wrists together using the metal cuffs that hung from his belt loop. you slightly shivered at the cool sensation of it against your burning skin. before you could do anything, ran hooked a thumb on the chain that connected the cuffs and tugged your wrists above your head.

your hands were now bound over your head, resting against the door behind you. with one hand securely locking your hands above you, his free hand grabbed the baton, the tip of it resting below your chin to jut your face upwards.

“you think you can just walk around my house looking this delicious?”

you rubbed your thighs against one another, yearning for some kind of friction as you looked into his eyes. the desperation in his amethyst eyes mirrored your own.

ran noticed this and clicked his tongue. he swiftly pushed your feet apart to spread your legs and tucked his knee right at the apex of it, just where you wanted him. your breathing became erratic, your head spun at his strong scent, and you were wet.

how embarrassing, he hasn’t even done anything to you yet.

“sorry..” that was all you could mutter. at this point, your mind was going absolutely crazy, you partially blamed the alcohol for it. ran clicked his tongue once again, “you’re going to have to do better than that.. princess.�� his lips ghosted over the side of your neck, tongue casually darting out to give a few kitten licks here and there.

you let out a shaky moan, not caring if the two of you got caught. no one probably even cared, they were all too wasted to do so.

ran chuckled against your soft skin, this time his lips fully making contact with it—brazenly sucking and licking at it, pulling more sounds from you. he absolutely loved how you responded to his mouth. a loud whine escaped your lips as he started grinding his knee against your clothed clit, skilfully moving it to increase your pleasure.

“oh fuck! aah—ran!”

you couldn’t help but move your hips against his leg. you wanted more. ran chucked his baton away and opted for using his hand to hold your chin up—his lips trailing wet, hot kisses toward your own. you almost melted right then and there at the sensation of his soft lips against yours, moaning at how desperately it moved.

ran didn’t shy from shoving his tongue in your mouth and moaning against it. fuck, it was filthy but it was so hot.

your knees buckled at this, a funny feeling running up your legs as ran keenly explored your mouth. good thing his leg was somewhat supporting you, if not, you were sure you would’ve fell to the floor.

everything was a haze. your mind spun, heart racing, ears muffling out the loud music, you were only focused on one person. ran haitani. as if reading your mind, ran finally let go of your wrists, the burning sensation in your arms dissipating as you dropped them back down. although, they were still bound together due to the handcuffs.

you grabbed onto the collar of his costume to keep yourself grounded, gripping the fabric in your hands until your knuckles turned white. ran pulled away to catch his breath, chuckling breathlessly at the way you craned your neck forward, chasing the presence of his lips.

“mmm, be a good girl and keep fucking yourself on my leg, princess.” ran groaned, cupping your warm cheeks to meet your gaze. you looked up at him as your eyes brimmed with tears, brows furrowed in pleasure as your clit rubbed against the fabric of your panties.

you desperately rut your hips, chasing the high that seemed impossible to obtain. “ngh! ran please..” you buried your face on his chest, whining. it was unsatisfying. every time you thought you were close, the pleasure suddenly disappeared and you had to start from the bottom again. it was your first time riding someone’s thigh and it frustrated you that you couldn’t reach your high.

“should i help my princess out?” he raised a brow, placing both his hands on your hips. ran bounced his leg and grounded your hips on his thigh, guiding it back and forth. you moaned against his chest at the sensation. the pleasure you felt from this was much greater, your clothed clit deliciously rubbing against his leg.

your whole body was slumped against ran. limp, helpless and at his very mercy. you weren’t even moving your hips anymore, ran took full control of it’s movement. he rested his chin at the top of your head, hands still carefully guiding your hips against his bouncing leg. “ngh—ah! shit..” tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as you shut your eyes closed.

you were so fucking close.

“that’s it, princess. you can do it..” you panted heavily as your sweaty forehead rested on his collarbone. you could feel the familiar bubbling at the pit of your stomach and the way ever single muscle in your body tightened.

ran noticed the change in your breathing, frequent short whines that ended in a small moan escaped your lips. “fuck, look at me when you cum.” with the energy left in your body, you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him through your lashes—tears obstructing your view.

he cursed under his breath and brought a hand up, cupping your cheek and shoving his thumb in your mouth. you didn’t need to be instructed what to do, you swirled your tongue around his slender digit. moaning against the finger and you desperately sucked on it.

“such a naughty girl.. why don’t you cum for me? hm?”

you absentmindedly nodded at his command, your face contorting in pleasure as the knot inside your stomach finally snapped. ran removed his finger from your mouth and sealed the distance between the two of you, swallowing your moans.

your muscles stiffened and your eyes rolled back as you came, your fingers becoming sore form gripping at ran’s collar. ran didn’t stop moving your hips against his bouncing leg to ride out your orgasm.

fuck, you melted like wax against him. it was too good. ran shamelessly moaned into your mouth, mirroring the way you did to his own. several tears rolled down your cheeks as your cunt quivered in pleasure. you pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath, your panties soaked and uncomfortably stuck to you.

“fuck..” you panted

“mhm, don’t think i’m done with you yet, princess. let’s go take some shots for now.” he kissed your forehead and untucked his leg from underneath you, earning a slight whine from you.

“careful, princess, you might get charged more than a misdemeanour. the punishment is much more severe.” he leaned into your ear and kissed at the sensitive spot just below it before heading over to the kitchen.

© mitsuyeaah

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

TR Men: Spanking them 18+ Ft: Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Ran, Chifuyu, Smiley, Wakasa, and Rindou TW: ass slapping, suggestive language, and themes. Resident: @enchantedforest-network A/N: Am I the only one that wants to spank their asses?!?! Nah I know there are a few that would love to give them a nice spank. Maybe they would give you one in return teehee~.

Wakasa

Minding his own business the man who owns the gym has some strong cheeks.. buns of steel to be exact. Just one good swat on the butt that was all he was fine with the first time it happened but as it happened throughout the day it became a bit annoying to him. It didn’t sting or hurt him; he just let you play on till the gym became empty. As you were helping him put the equipment up. Swiftly coming from behind without even using all his strength, hand opening widening his fingers making direct contact with your ass. It made you yelp, feeling the stinging warm sensation on your ass cheek. “One spank was okay, two was pushing, three you were gonna get one in return babe,” he spoke so smoothly he had a slight stinging sensation in his hand. “But I do love the sound of my hand making contact with your ass... Even sounds better without the leggings.”

Chifuyu

Chifuyu was checking inventory in the pet shop when you passed by. He didn’t think anything until he felt your hand make contact with his ass. He looked up from his clipboard and looked at you as you casually went to grab something on the other side of the stock room. Turning around seeing the smile on your face caused him to slightly blush. “Must you keep doing that?” bashfully said as you got closer he turned around making sure you were doing it again. You had told him in the past he just has a smackable ass. Making sure when you left he was able to finish work. He was constantly having his eye on you during the whole day. You would know when his guard was down not paying attention to anyone. When he would least expect it he would feel another spank.

Hanma

He doesn’t mind it, he treats it almost like a game throughout the day. Who can get the most ass slaps? “Oh come on babe just admit you're gonna lose again today.” He cockily spoke. You refused to let him win this round. It was going to be your day. It was a back-and-forth as the day went on. He would get one and you would get one but with his wide range and agility, he managed to maneuver having you miss his ass. Thinking he secured his win for the day his arms wrapped around you. “Told ya I would win again.” flashing a grin down at you.  You had a bit of a pout on your face, not wanting to admit your defeat to his gloating face. But this would be a perfect opportunity to get one nice one on his ass. When you spanked his ass he didn’t flinch he just laughed “damn babe with this close range you think your smacks would be a bit more harder.” he spoke in a taunting voice before his hands laid a good smack on yours. 

Rindou

The man was working out. He was in his own zone having his headphones on and listening to music while he was doing his weightlifting. The man had some fitting shorts on when he would bend down and grab a weight you could see his glutes nice against his shorts. You weren't even working out, it never occurred to you to give his butt a little swat before. You had to wait for the right time. Once he dropped one of his weights and before went to pick another one up you would have an opportunity. Counting his reps as he was getting closer to almost his set. Rindou thought you were going to get some weights that were next to him. He bent over getting ready to grab a heavier one but he stopped as soon as he felt something smack on his ass. He got up quickly looking at you pulling down his headphones “What the hell was that for ?!” he looked at you with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.  He didn’t know how to react to that for a moment.

Ran

“Oh, kinky are we?” Ran spoke in a playful tone. Of course, your ass taps were more of getting his attention. It signaled him to give you his full undivided attention. His mesmerizing eyes fixated on you, and his hands were in his pockets. The sound of his footsteps coming closer as there was no gap between you both. His hand snaking around your waist, his hand relaxing against your ass. “You have my full undivided attention, my dear. What is it that you desire?”  you felt the firm squeeze of his hand grasping onto your ass. You felt yourself becoming more pressed against him. “I’m waiting.” he cooed softly as you brought his head closer to yours. 

Taiju

You were having a brat moment and he was your tamer every single time. But being more bratty than usual when he told you he was going to throw you over his shoulder he meant it. Your abdomen was on his shoulder as he began walking with you. You insisted he put you down, you were moving around a lot. You felt a spank on your ass from him “Stop it now.” He spoke in a stern tone. You puffed your cheeks out. Looking down at his backside, your arms were able to give him a taste of his own medicine. You thought you slapped some type of stone... It hurt you more than it hurt him. Just when you felt the sting in your hand you felt another slap on your ass. “Knock it off already. You must like when I tap your ass like that you keep acting bratty more when I do it. ”

Draken 

You were only able to spank him one time. It only took one time for him to notice when you were trying to spank him again.“What has gotten into you about wanting to slap my ass?” he caught your hand before it made contact with his ass. He didn't let go of your hand. He waited for a response from you. When finally coming clean about the reason why it was to prove Mikey you were able to spank his ass instead of him always spanking you. He looked across the room to see Mikey with a smirk. Draken closes his eyes for a moment and sighs “You need to stop trying to prove things to him. He is not the one who is going to have to deal with me later on tonight, it's you.” 

Smiley

It's an open field day when you spank his ass. He is the one who always loves giving you a nice spank then grabs a handful of your ass. So it would take him a moment to process when he feels the small tap on his ass. Then question himself ‘Did they just do that?’  when he makes eye contact with you a devilish grin appears. Now he is hunting you down like a predator with his prey. “Ohhhh you wanna play. Let’s play.” the chuckled company by the grin. He is chasing you around the house wanting to leave a nice handprint on your supple bottom. Nahoa would finally catch you and just the spanking on your ass would turn him on leading to another event that will make you not want to get up in the morning.

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[todoroki-waifu]

Shinichiro had a small party at his place, wanting to end the work week with his friends. He had suggested a drinking game a couple hours into the hangout, a deck of cards spread out in the middle of the table. When it was Shinichiro's turn, he selected a random card, flipping it over to see what action was next. He puts it down and ponders momentarily. 

He chose the Never Have I Ever game. 

What has he never done that others have?

"Never have I ever gone on a date." He states and watches his circle of friends make a noise as they lift up their beverages to their mouths. Before your cup touches your lips, you give the older Sano brother a baffled stare.

"Wait, what? There's no way." 

"It's true! I've never gone on a date."

"Yeah, he's not lying." A snicker is heard from Takeomi. 

"Yep."

"Twenty failed attempts." Wakasa and Benkei chime in.

"Oh c'mon, was that necessary?" 

"Twenty?" You question.

"It's how many times he got rejected." One of them answers as you stare at Shinichiro in disbelief. He laughs off his embarrassment as his hand scratches the back of his neck. 

"Well, I'd go on a date with you." You said easily before drinking from your red solo cup.

"H-huh?! Really? Like right now?" Takeomi, Wakasa, and Benkei gesture to one another, silently slipping away.

"It's two in the morning." You giggle at his suggestion to go out at an odd hour.

"Oh, right...tomorrow at 5pm then?"

"Tomorrow sounds great." Your lips stretch from ear to ear as you rest your cheek on your palm making Shinichiro's heart swoon. He's so happy that you're his first date and hopes you'll be his last because if everything goes well, he'll take you out as many times as he can.

[haithamuse]

☆ HEADPATS ─── FT. RINDOU HAITANI

cw. sfw : lots of fluff : 0.4k wc

“What are you doing?” Rindou raised his eyebrow at you as your hand sifted through his hair.

“What does it look like?”, you retorted while twirling one of his locks around your finger.

“Harassment”, the man huffed at you, and yet he made no move to remove your hand from his hair. Instead he pulled the driver’s door shut and put the key into the ignition. “If I knew that you were this annoying, I wouldn’t have agreed to pick you up.”

“Aww, come on”, you pouted. “Your hair is so soft, it would be a shame to not give you any headpats.” Rindou just turned his head away from you and shuffled slightly, doing his damn best to put on an annoyed expression.

He didn't particularly put a lot of attention towards his hair, unlike his brother. It never crossed his mind why it was so appealing to pat someone’s head and play with their hair - he simply didn’t care about it.

But now that your hand weaved through his blue and blonde locks he thinks he might be more inclined to understand it, not that he would ever admit that though. “I don’t know what your big deal is, it’s just hair”, he gritted through his teeth. He could deny it as much as he wanted to, but the slight blush on his face still betrayed him.

Your hand stopped and retraced from his head and if you listened closely, you could hear the faint whine from Rindou as you did so. “Oh, is that so?”, you giggled and poked his pink-dusted cheeks in response.

Your partner just groaned, “Shut up”. He shook his head as if it would get rid of the heat on his face, but much to his dismay it just grew warmer and warmer. As his last resort to hold onto his dignity, Rindou lowered his head on the steering wheel and buried his face in his arms. “You’re so annoying, it’s stressing me out.”

And if it wasn’t already bad enough, your gleeful laughter didn’t make it any better for him. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop”, you promised and raised your hands in defeat, finally leaning back in the passenger’s seat. Rindou shifted his head and peaked one eye open to squint it at you. With a deep sigh, he sat up straight again and started the car.

Maybe you should give him headpats more often in the future.

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[haitanisbug]

YANDERE! Bonten punishing you for faking an orgasm

cw: yandere. Noncon. Orgasm control. Orgasm denial. Humiliation. Degradation. Sir kink. Restraints. Exhibitionism. MINORS DONT INTERACT.

You faked an orgasm because you wanted him to get off of you as quickly as possible. These nights are always exhausting for you, tending to his needs. So when you figure out you can fake it to get it over quicker, that’s exactly what you do. But you forget that he’s perceptive and obsessed with you. He’s spent the past few months stalking you and tracking your every emotion. You’re a fool for thinking you’d be able to fake something as passionate as an orgasm. So, like the good boyfriend he is, he has no choice but to punish you for your poor decision:

MIKEY, RINDOU

He’s pissed that you’d have the audacity to fake an orgasm with him. So if it’s an orgasm that you’re avoiding, then it’s an orgasm he’ll give you. And oh boy does he give you an orgasm. Or many.

He starts with tying you down on his bed, spread eagle so he has easy access to your cunt. He’ll fuck you with his tongue first. Spearing your pussy and then flicking back to your clit so quickly that it has you cumming all over his lips. He’s memorized everything about you so of course he’s memorized the quickest way to bring you pleasure. Then he’ll fuck you with his fingers, spreading you out and rubbing your warm, gummy walls. It has you desperately trying to push your hips into his hand, trying to get more friction. But the restraints are tight and you can only take what he gives. He chuckles at your desperate movements and brings you to yet another orgasm.

You can’t be enjoying this, it’s punishment after all. So the last thing he does is secure a hitachi wand right up against your clit. He ties it securely and plugs it in and then just leaves it there for hours. You’re cumming over and over again, subjected to this relentless torture on your clit. Sometimes he’ll walk in with a glass of whisky in hand and sits in the corner to watch you. He just observes how your back arches off the bed when you’re close, your hands come up to grip at the rope burning as your palms tug it, the way you body flails as you’re pushed over the edge again, the cum that seeps out of your cunt and dribbles onto the sheets underneath you, the tears that trek down your face and ruin your poor makeup. He loves it all, and he watches it as if it’s entertainment made just for him. Then he’ll wander out of the bedroom for a bit, letting your pleas and sobs become background noise for whatever dull TV program he’s watching in the living room.

After hours of this punishment, he comes back into the room and turns off the wand to witness your utterly fucked out figure. You’re shaking within the restraints and you curl up into a ball once he undo's them. He clicks his tongue in frustration “let me get a look at that pretty pussy, angel.” Grabbing your knees he spreads your legs apart and just chuckles at the sight. Your pussy lips are puffy and swollen. He lightly slaps your sensitive clit, and you snap your legs shut with a shriek. He laughs loudly at the reaction and then pulls you up into his arms whispering into your ear.

“Your orgasms are your gift to me, and baby I’m gonna make you start giving more generously.”

KAKUCHO, KOKONOI

If you want to fake an orgasm with him, that’s fine. He’ll let you. But if you don’t want to get relief from him then he won’t give you any sort of relief ever. He keeps a close eye on you, not letting you touch yourself, keeping all toys away from you and he’s definitely never bringing you to release himself.

But the worst part is that he still teases you. He’ll perch you on his lap and slide his fingers into your shorts. He’ll play with your clit till your mewling into his shoulder on the brink of release. Right before you’re about to cum he’ll withdraw his hand and then laughs at the cry you make from your ruined orgasm. It’s tortuous and sadistic because this little routine goes on for weeks. Constantly bringing you close to the edge of pleasure but never letting you fall over. You’re babbling at him and begging him to let you just cum, please. But this is the consequences of your actions, and he’d so much rather watch your cry for an orgasm instead of gifting it to you.

Sometimes, he’ll even make it worse. Getting you to sink onto his cock, and fucking into you. He has to be careful because you’re so needy at this point, he suspects you could probably cum untouched. But again, he knows you’re body in and out, and he’ll pull out right before you cum and he’ll release all over your messy cunt. He has you follow him for weeks, making sure you’re never trying to sneak your own release. If he catches your hand sliding down to your clit, or your hips swiveling against the kitchen counter he’ll restrain you and add an extra day onto your punishment.

Only when he has you delirious, and on your knees in front of him begging to let you cum just once, only then will he finally relent. He’ll have you strip in front of him and then cups your pussy with one hand, he’ll squeeze it tightly and say

 “This fucking belongs to me, understand?”

Once he hears the small mewl of “yes sir” from you, then he’ll fuck you into oblivion, finally giving your release after weeks of pent up desire.

SANZU, RAN, TAKEOMI

Faking an orgasm around him not only makes him mad but he’s almost humiliated by it. Is he not good enough? Do you not desire him enough? Or are you just acting like a brat? He’s not sure and it doesn’t matter. If you don’t want to orgasm that’s fine, but your disobedience won’t last long, and he will humiliate you in return.

Unlike with Kakucho and Kokonoi, He’ll refuse to touch you at all. And at first you’re fine with it. That’s actually a dream come to true. But he refuses to let you touch yourself too. And after a few days you start to get needy. He sets it up perfectly: acts as if he’s preoccupied working on something and he’ll leave you alone in the bedroom. Your hands slip into your panties and right when you’re about to start fingering yourself he’ll barge in. He rips your hand away from yourself and with an icy voice he’ll say

“if you want to get off, you have have to prove to me you really want it this time. Make yourself cum, but you can’t use your fucking hands.”

He’ll oh so graciously offers to help, and you’re unsure of what he means till he’s sitting on the couch and shoving you on to your knees in front of him, sticking the toe of his boot right under your cunt.

 “Fuck yourself on my shoe, princess.”

You look up at him in shock. He’s never made you do something so degrading before, surely he’s kidding? But his face is impossibly serious and you realize that if you ever want release ever again, you have to follow what he says. The tip of his shoes catch your clit and it feels so good, that you start to hump his leg harder. He laughs at the pace of your hips but you don’t have the wherewithal to care.

Right when you’re about to cum he pulls his shoe away, and you’re left thrusting embarrassingly against empty air. It’s no use. Your orgasm is ruined and you’re left at his foot, crying in desperation.

“Didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, princess huh?” His smug expression almost has you whimpering out pleas.

He continues his punishment throughout the rest of the week, making you try to get yourself off. And always in the most embarrassing positions and places. After all, you humiliated him by faking an orgasm in the first place, it’s only fair he pays back that feeling tenfold.

He’ll have you run your cunt against the arm of the couch while he finishes dinner and watches you desperately. He’ll have you on his lap during a meeting, rubbing against his thigh while the rest of Bonten has a clear view of your wet cunt rubbing up against his leg, pussy clenching around nothing. He’ll stop your ministrations right before you release all over his thigh, and you whimper and lightly sob into his neck. Trying to hide your face as it burns in embarrassment from the cackles of the men behind you.

It’s only after numerous situations like these does he finally let you have your release. And he makes you beg for it, and then has you thank him after your brain is almost fucked out.  When you’re tuckered out in his arms he realizes how much he’s enjoyed this week, and how he’s kinda wishing you fake another orgasm again if that means he gets to see you humiliate yourself all over.

[betbeton]

✃ Hug me! Kiss me!

Morning After With Various Tokyo Revengers Men

Drabbles

Warnings - Explicit/Non-Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Consumption

18+ Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·Request·

·A/N- I have a beefy Wakasa smut in the works·

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Hanma Shuji

Groggily you rubbed at the corners of your irritated eyes, the make-up you had forgotten to remove in the heat of the moment coming back to bite you in the ass. Once you had fished a rouge eyelash from your eye a loud groan beside you dragged you harshly back to reality. Head jerking from side to side wildly you let out an equally loud groan to the man beside you once you realized who you had spent a drunken night with. The giddy little laugh leaving the man as a hand branded with 'Sin' curled around your waist tugging you down onto his lean chest. Your own eyes narrowed as they came face to face with Hanma Shuji, a man you had once been adamant on never sleeping with or more importantly never befriending. Alas though it would seem that when the two of you were drunk all walls and barriers were broken, nothing but debris under the two of you as your bodies intertwined in lustful intimacy. Though the large hand firmly settling on the top of your head as the menace to society tried to push you down towards his cock and away from the morning cuddle broke any illusion you may have been conjuring. Reaching a hand out you grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it harshly.

"You ruined the moment Shuji!"

All you received was a cackle and a rather wet kiss to your forehead as he laid back on his bed. Your head dropped back onto his chest and when the rapid beat of his nervous heart met your ear, the idea of spending more time like this with Hanma Shuji wasn't as bad as it had seemed yesterday before your night out.

⪧ Haitani Rindou

Sleepily rubbing your face against the back of your lover you curled your arms more tugging him into your front, chin hooking on his shoulder as a whispered morning greeting left your lips. The hand sliding down his lean chest met no resistance as he lazily threw a leg backwards to wedge it between your own, contorting his body at a slightly concerning angle. Though any concern you could have had brewing over his weird angle dissipated as he squirmed to face you lilac locks covering part of his face as those bored eyes you adored gazed back into your lovestruck ones.

With you missing several bets, due to gawking, Rindou took the initiative and snaked his own hand down to grope at your hips using it as leverage to shove you down slightly slotting his thigh harshly between your legs. The muscle of his long leg flexing as he bumped it into your sex again, hand moving from your waist to grope at your thighs as he fucked you against his leg. You should have expected this Rindou was never the most patient man around he always took the initiative whenever you took too long or were teasing him, but it still left your head spinning and moans spilling from your lips as you sleepily careened towards an orgasm. Hands greedily grasping at his back as you tried to anchor yourself to reality while your hips squirmed desperately chasing the release you desperately desired. Though just as you tipped over the edge and came against Rindou's thigh you were harshly jerked back to reality when he tugged his leg back from your sex and rolled away from you. A breathy chuckle leaving him as he stretched and grabbed his phone, side eyeing you as your flustered expression turned curious.

"Did someone call?"

Waving a hand dismissively he tossed his phone towards you, "Nah, Ran accidentally sent a picture of him getting head to a group chat."

And thus your morning escapade was forgotten as you and Rindou gossiped over the accidental message.

⪧ Wakasa Imaushi

It was no secret you found Wakasa intoxicating, after all you had found yourself limping from his flat on more then on occasion. It was practically a weekly occurrence at this point both of you repeatedly seeking one another out to get lost in blissful pleasure. What was odd though was the long arms and legs wrapping around your body preventing you from slithering from the warmth of Wakasa's bed. It made your heartache as you tried desperately to detach him from you, worried he would halt your ambiguous relationship for fear he had caught feelings. Just as you had successfully freed your legs you felt a shiver rush down your spin as warm breath tickled your neck and a deep raspy morning voice curled around your ear, the arms firmly wrapped beneath your chest tugging you closer to Wakasa's lean chest.

"I know you caught feelings too, so stop pretending and let me hold you."

It was odd and slightly jarring to hear him speak so causally about that topic as if he was completely certain you returned his feelings. You did return them, but the fact he blatantly called you out while the lingering sting of his hips bashing into your own still brewed between your thighs was almost nauseating. Though while shame warmed your insides you didn't need to be told twice as you relaxed into his hold, fingers curling into his blonde and purple locks as he shifted forward to plant a kiss on your neck.

⪧ Haitani Ran

As Ran stirred from his borderline coma like slumber he jerked back the duvet covering him as a smug grin settled on his face. Tucking a hand behind his head as he leaned back acting like he hadn't been momentarily panicking forgetting he had given you clearance to do as you please even if he's asleep. With you mouth full of his cock you couldn't tease him or call the man out so you settled for quirking an eyebrow and fixing an unimpressed gaze his way. As one of his large hands moved down to caress your face settling in to rub at your scalp as he gently guided you further down his length, his hips jerking upwards as a groan left him when you gagged harshly from him hitting the entrance to your throat. Eyes having slipped shut to focus on wedging him as far into your throat, despite the odd angle, as you could you hadn't noticed him taking out his phone. Nor had you noticed him flexing his stomach as he posed and held his arm above his head to take a picture. You did notice how ever when the flash went off, bright colours splotching across your eyelids just moments before you tugged off his cock. Finger curling around his spit soaked cock lazily rubbing at it you rested your cheek against his thigh, "Is that for you or. . . ?"

"I'm going to send it to Sanzu if that's alright with you."

The only response you gave was a hum as you moved to mouth at the side of his cock. Getting lost in your own cock drunk world you didn't notice Ran panicking until he smacked your head which caused you to jerk into a sitting position as you glared at him.

"I accidentally sent it to a group chat."

It is safe to say Ran did not even get pity sex for several days, he did however get a big bruise on his thigh from where you socked him out of shock and irritation more than anger.

[mornwrites]

mikey, who has an oral fixation and sucks lightly on his partner’s fingers. it isn’t sexual, but rather a somewhat comforting thing that he does. he’s cuddling his partner and he’d been stressed all day, brows furrowed tightly together as he handled gang business. once he’s in his partner’s arms, however, he somehow finds two of his partner’s fingers in his mouth. he’s gentle with how he does it, careful not to bite down on their flesh while his body visibly relaxes and the tension leaves his face. it doesn’t take longer than a couple more minutes for him to drift off to sleep, small amounts of drool seeping from his parted lips.

[h8ani]

Promises

Pairing: Manjiro Sano x Reader

Word Count: 812 words

Warnings: f! reader in mind, cursing, fighting/arguments, angst, established relationship

A/N - this is my first TR Drabble/OneShot so please be nice to me 😭 constructive criticism is always welcomed! also the border gradients were made by @benkeibear :)

Fights for Mikey wasn’t anything that phased him. He fought all the time, it wasn’t anything new. He could fight until knuckles were bleeding or until he was fighting his own consciousness but fighting with you was something that has turned into a bitter taste in his mouth.

The only communication that’s happened between the two of you have been insults thrown at eachother, mainly because of all the fights he’s been starting with you.

The fights have only gotten worse. You swear you wake up and he’s ready to argue about something whether it be about you sleeping in or him just completely blowing up on you for absolutely no reason at all. You wonder where everything went wrong with you two, you really cant think about how it all went wrong.

He just changed.

Your boyfriend who you loved so dearly changed overnight and there was nothing you could’ve done to change that. Both you and Mikey were as thick as thieves, you were the yin to his yang, you two were perfect together. At least, that’s what you thought along with everyone else.

You two were better than this, better than the screaming matches, the insults you both would say, throwing each others belongings at each other coincidentally breaking everything in your paths. You’ve never felt more distant from him than you do now, even living under the same roof you feel miles apart.

You love him, you really truly do. You two had been through everything together from the young age of 17. That’s probably why the bond between you both was so strong and why you’ve stuck it out for so long even with the tension you’ve felt recently. He used to tell you everything, yet here he was keeping secrets and starting more fights than either of you can finish. He knew you didn’t have much fight left in you, which was probably why he wasn’t letting up this time.

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The book leaves your hand, slamming into the door missing his head by an inch. The sound echoing in your broken apartment like thunder that just rumbled the skies.

“Go ahead then! Leave me like everyone else!” You voice cracks as you scream and you curse yourself internally for that. Tears fall down your face staining your makeup but you didn’t care. You didn’t care how you looked to him anymore, clearly he sees you as the worst with the look he’s showing you now. You grabbed the tv remote chucking it at him. “You piece of-”

“I’m trying to keep you safe!” He shouted, fists balled up to his sides.

“How the fuck is leaving keeping me safe?! How is constantly fighting with me keeping me fucking safe Manjiro?!”

“It just will.” He says simply and to the point. He knows there’s no use in arguing the reason to you when you’re this angry, this hurt. He sees you shake your head, your own hands balling into fists.

“You idiot, we’ve been together for years! Everyone has seen us together! You leave and I’m in danger, you stay and guess what? I’m still in danger, regardless I’m in fucking danger!”

“No.” He sighs then pauses for a moment. His eyes leave yours before staring someplace else. “you won’t be.” He says in almost a mumble but clear enough for you to hear it.

Your eyes widen, hands flexing tighter. “Did you make a deal?”

Silence.

Of all times not to argue, curse or fight with you, it’s now.

“Manjiro.” Your voice is stern, almost like a mother reprimanding their child and Mikey never did well with that. You stare at him, waiting for his eyes to roll or a scoff to come out but you get nothing. Nothing but more silence from him. “Mikey!” Your voice raises in height, foot stomping down on the ground and the subtle sound of your downstairs neighbors hitting their ceiling with their broom can be heard. “Did you make a deal with someone!”

“You’re going to be safe (y/n), that’s all that matters. I promise.” His eyes never reached yours. Instead he turned and reached for the door, quickly opening it and walking out of your shared apartment, leaving you alone in the mess you two had made.

You thought he’d come back, he always came back to you no matter the fight you had but, without your knowledge, he made the deal. You were never going to see him again.

All this fighting, everything he did to keep you safe and this was the last moment he had with you, a memory of screaming, crying and cursing and it will be burned in the back of his brain forever.

Mikey made you a promise and he was sure he was going to keep it.

If anyone made it out of this, it was going to be you.

[shawtuzi]

having a big dick draken brain rot rn so here u go

“tell me how small my dick is again go ahead, or i guess i should wait since you’ve got quite a mouthful right now yeah?” draken breathlessly chuckled using the makeshift ponytail in his grip to quicken the speed of your bobbing head. you could barely even register what he was saying too consumed in the taste and smell of him, not to mention you were extremely lightheaded due to him giving you little time to breathe. “you thought that shit was so funny huh? now look at you- fuck drooling all over my shit,” without warning he pushed your head down till your nose was touching his pelvis, all nine inches of him bulging against your throat. you slapped and scratched at his thighs but it was no use his grip was too strong <\3

draken felt a tinge of guilt seeing your tear stained cheeks and hearing your violent gags but the sadist in him was feeding off of all of it. he suddenly removed his cock from your mouth slapping the heavy muscle against your cheeks repeatedly, “say you’re fucking sorry” he growled tracing the tip around your swollen lips. “i-i’m- i’m sorry draken i won’t say it ever again” you sniffled feeling even smaller than usual under his glare. while you spewed out your pathetic apologies draken was just casually jerking his dick getting off to your strained/whiny voice along with your naked chest soaked with spit.

“show me how sorry you are and make me cum,” was all he said before shoving his cock back in your mouth. he wrapped his free hand around your throat feeling the subtle throb of his dick over your soft skin, “you see how hard you make me y/n? god no one makes me feel the way you do, if only you knew how to watch that fucking mouth.” you could tell he was close by the way he was beginning to sloppily thrust in your mouth and you were more than ready, ecstatic to get a taste of his cum.

you felt the first spurt of cum in your mouth ready for more when you suddenly felt him remove his dick a lewd popping sound following. “f-fuck,” draken grunted fucking into his hand until his cum was covering your heaving chest. draken chuckled seeing your teary eyes and pouting lip, he pulled you on his lap so you were straddling him. “what’s wrong little love why the tears?” he wiped away the stray tear trailing down your face with his thumb.

“w-wanted you to cum in my mouth i was ready for it,” you whispered looking at anywhere but drakens eyes. “well this wouldn’t have been much of a punishment if i gave you what you want huh? but since you want it so bad…” you suddenly felt drakens lips on your chest, licking and sucking away at his cum. he grabbed your throat before smashing his lips into yours the mixture of his spit and cum hitting your tongue in seconds. draken pulled a away a line of spit connecting your lips before speaking, “all better my angel?” he smiled stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“mhm much better!”

AHHHHAUSSHSBDKFFINEEDHIMSOBADYALLITAINTEVENFUNNYCALLANAMBULANCESJSJSSSJ

[bxd-decisions]

Baji loves to throw rocks at your window — it's normal the middle of the night and when you finally decide to answer, he makes you sneak out, even in your pajamas, for a nice long ride. He even gives you his toman jacket to keep you warm because he knows it's cold. Expect to spend long nights in an abandoned warehouse, cuddled up in his arms and him telling you how much you mean to him. He loves to kiss you too, his kisses are like... Honey. Sweet, irresistible and addictive.

Baji also sometimes drags you alone to toman meetings, just because he loves to show you off, and more than once, the guy has made out with you during a meeting because he just can't resist. He wants everyone to know who you belong to.

Some nights you both just spend, in each other's arms, even if it's not comfortable, in the old and dusty building, but it's comfortable with him, he always makes things perfect. The next days never matter to you, no matter how much trouble you'd be in for sneaking out.

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @benkeibear @bajiissofine @tokyorevengersslut69

[mitsuyeaah]

late nights, heavy weights.

— rindou haitani

cw: gym bro!rindou, fluff, shy reader, rindou being a supportive & flirty gym bro, gym jargon. spotting: when a person assists the weightlifter to make sure they do the exercise in a safe manner without any injuries. <3

a/n: i was at the gym earlier and i got this idea. have not written for mr rindou haitani in a while sooo here he is!

it was one o’clock in the morning, the cool air of the early morning engulfed your body as you made your way to the entrance of the gym—the door beeping as you placed your key tag against the reader. walking in, you were met with the quiet gym music playing in the background. the gym was mostly empty; no staff in sight, and maybe one or two people working out and minding their business.

you liked working out around this time to avoid the after work rush hour, plus, you could go on at your own pace with no one waiting on you to use the equipment next. after stretching your body, you headed to the open squat rack, ready to hit legs for today.

your workout was going well so far, you were able to steadily squat heavier weights while maintaining a good form and a straight bar path. you wanted to opt for a lifting belt after placing another plate on the barbell but noticed that you must’ve forgotten it back at home. mentally cursing yourself, you looked around around the almost empty gym to see if anyone had a spare belt you could borrow.

one woman was on the treadmill—no luck with that—while a man was on a weightlifting platform, doing deadlifts. his two toned hair was tied in a low ponytail, hues of blonde and baby blue securely wrapped in a hair tie. the man sported a black muscle tee and shorts but what caught your eye was his unused lifting belt on the floor next to his belongings.

mustering up the courage, you waltzed your way over to the man and gently tapped his exposed arm. damn, he had muscles. he turned around and took an earbud out, “yeah?” his chest heaved up and down from the exercise he was doing, sweat dripping down his temples while stray hair stuck to his skin. you smiled at him, “um, if you don’t mind.. can i borrow your belt for a sec? i’m just on my last set of squats and i forgot mine at home.”

the man nodded, making a gesture to you that it was okay to use his belt. you quickly thanked him but before you decided to head back to the squat rack, he introduced himself as rindou, and you introduced yourself as well. warmth bloomed in your chest at a possible new found friend at the gym.

it was pretty hard to make friends at the gym since everyone was caught up in their own little world, you didn’t really mind it but you just wished you had some friends at the gym.

“oh, uh, i know this is probably asking for a lot.. but would you be okay spotting me? i totally get it if you’re busy!” you asked rindou, suddenly feeling embarrassed at the sudden question.

but, your embarrassment quickly faded away as he nodded, saying that he just finished his last set of deadlifts and could spare you a little time.

securely wrapping the belt around your waist, you positioned yourself against the bar, taking a deep inhale. “i’m going to place my hands here, okay?” rindou came close behind you, his muscled chest near your back. he was polite. usually when other people spotted you for squats, they wouldn’t even ask you if you were okay with their hands being so close to your chest.

you nodded, making eye contact with him through the mirror. rindou’s hands made its way just underneath your chest where your ribs ended. you felt warmth creeping up your cheeks and to your ears while he did that, internally panicking that someone as handsome as him was kind enough to spot you.

“ready when you are.” you felt his hot breath fan over your nape but you shrugged it away and nodded at him through the mirror again.

lifting the bar off the rack, rindou’s hands gripped your torso tighter to steady you from the weight of the bar and the plates. you sucked in a deep breath before lowering yourself into a squat and powering up into a standing position. rindou moved with you, squatting down as well to assist the whole motion of the exercise—throughout the whole set, he showered you with encouragement and praises which helped get you through the exercise.

“alright, last one. up!” you braced yourself for the final lift, feeling his hands tighten around you, trying to lift you back up.

after successfully executing the whole set, rindou casually reached his arm around to your front to snap the lifting belt off so you could breathe properly. the act surprised you but it also made your stomach practically do somersaults.

“wow, you did so good! feels like you didn’t even need me there. you did it like a champ!” you shied away from his constant praises, shaking your head and waving your hands to deny it.

“no, no! you definitely helped a lot, rindou. thank you kindly spotting me.. and for that belt release.” you bit your lip after saying the last few words. you swore your heart raced faster but you blamed it on the pre-workout, no way the man you just met was already making you melt. rindou raised a brow, the corner of his lip tugging up, “yeah? i can gladly do it again for you after your sets. just ask me.”

your jaw almost dropped at that. you felt your knees almost buckle at his response, not expecting the man to be so casual and brazen about it. rindou blamed it on his pre-workout for being this bold; he usually wouldn’t even go as far as to make conversation but with you, it just came out naturally.

“i mean.. as long as you don’t mind, i guess.” you let out a small chuckle, trying to hide the fact that you were absolutely losing your mind. rindou was definitely trying to woo you and you had no complaints about it whatsoever.

rindou mirrored your chuckle, “i’m very glad we’re on the same page here. it looks like there is something else to look forward to when i go to the gym, huh.”

you blinked at him, not knowing how to respond at his advances. rindou thought you were cute trying to wrack your brain for a response, the way your lips parted but no words came out.

“..i-i guess so.. um, thank you for letting me use your belt!” you awkwardly removed the lifting belt from around your waist and handed it over to him. he chuckled at your awkwardness but nonetheless, taking his belt back.

“guess i’ll see you around then? call me over if you need anymore help with any of your exercises.. or other things, doesn’t have to be gym related.” you smiled at him, shyly rubbing your nape. “i definitely will.. for both of those reasons.”

the two of you exchanged a few more words before going to your respective workout stations. a wide smile plastered on both your’s and rindou’s faces as you two resumed your workouts.

you had one more reason as to why you loved working out very early in the morning—it started with the letter ‘r’ and hopefully ended in something much more.

© mitsuyeaah

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish Part 3 Ft: Taiju Shiba, Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Ken Ryuguji (Draken) and Manjiro Sano (Mikey) WC: 1200+(unedited) Resident @enchantedforest-networkPart 1 Part2 A/N: Hello babes! Part 3 of teaching them spanish !! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Enjoys babes!

Taiju 

This vacation was something big for both of you since you haven’t taken a vacation in so long since Taiju was a working machine. Traveling outside of Tokyo to a familiar country you once grew up in. It was a bit busier due to the holidays and something Taiju wanted to do was see how mas was performed at the church you grew up going to. Arriving in the small church there were very few people in the church. The first thing he did was walk to the cross and pay his respects. Both of you kneel down in front of the large cross. Bowing your head, closing your eyes. Before you could pray Taiju did first “en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del espíritu santo amén (in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit amen). 

Your eyes open and get a side glance at him in your mind ‘That was hot… I’m going to hell I know I am. He just did a prayer and it turned me on.' Taijus' eyes opened as he looked at you, who had a noticeable blush on your cheeks. As you both took a seat on the empty benches. You began to think he picked up on that phrase pretty quickly “Tai have you been practicing?” you quietly spoke.

“I have… why did i not say something right?” he looked ahead at the cross in front of him as he asked the question. “No, it was good.. Like really really good.” your voice had a bit of excitement. Just by your response, he knew exactly what you were thinking. He wanted to say something but being in the house of god he couldn’t say it out of respect. He simply replied, “Mi pedacito de cielo (my little piece of heaven.)” he smirked, giving you a side glance knowing that there should be no sins were going to be committed until you both arrived back to your hotel room. 

Nahoya

“I don't think it's fair you won't tell me how to say it.” he grinned his head resting on your shoulder, his hands snaking around your waist. “If you love me you would tell me.”

“Don’t use that against me! You know I love you but every time I give you a phrase you use it on someone and it causes a fight when you explain to them what the meaning is. You just like starting problems…..tóxico.” “It makes you a tóxica for teaching me it then huh?” He laughed “Come on, if I can't get it from you I’m gonna ask Souya because he has been learning.” “Excuse you!? I'm not a tóxica!”  you pouted, becoming undone from his hold “Because you called me that you aren’t going to know.” crossing your arms and walking away. “Awwww comes on you know I'm kidding mi corazon, mi vida, mi alma.” he grabbed your hand bringing your back to him. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Can you tell me por favor?” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. You knew you were going to regret the decision you were going to make right now  “Pinche Payaso.(fucking clown)” “You are the best you know that babe!” planting a kiss on your lip. "Now I can't wait to use it on some and say Oi pinch payaso!" “Yeah yeah tóxico.” you rolled your eyes once more leaning into the kiss, your arms wrapping around him. “Don’t come back here when you need to beg bandaged up.”

Izana 

“Mi Reina como estas?” the sweet smile on his lips he reached for your hand and he planted a kiss on the back of it. 

“I'm good,” you blushed softly your eyes connecting with his purple orbs. You seriously know how to take a girl's breath away, Mi Rey.” Teaching Izana he was really attentive when learning from you. He loved practicing how to pronounce the words correctly. Noticing when he got a word pronounced correctly he could see the proud look on your face. He insisted that you call him Mi Rey instead of my king. He felt it was more special in his eyes and loved how you spoke to him in spanish. “Well seeing the prettiest girl in the world I can help it plus she is all mine which makes me the luckiest guy in the world.” he brushed the strands away from your face. His hands cradling your face “Tienes que saber que haría cualquier cosa por ti, cualquiera. (You have to know I'll do anything for you, anything.)”

“I know you will be Mi Rey.” your hands resting against his.

Draken

“Hijo de puta (son of a bitch)” he grunts as he gets up from the floor, his jumpsuit half undone, and he walks to his toolbox to find a socket wrench. You watched him puffing out a sigh. Some sweat glistened from his body as it was a bit hot in the workshop. “What happened?” looking over at you for a moment before turning his attention to the toolbox.  He walked back to the bike he was fixing up. “Quiero desnudarte ( I wanna undress you.)”  you spoke to him raising your brow. Letting out a smirk he shook his head slightly before returning his attention back to the bike. “Babe, I'm thirsty.” you weren’t saying it like you were actually dehydrated.

“There is water right next to you.” the sound of metal clinking as he screwed a bolt in.

“Not that kinda thirsty. I’m thirsty for you.”  you got down from the counter walking towards him. “¿Puedes esperar a que termine? (can you wait till i'm finished?)” he asked. You shook your head. 

“Come on papacito, you cannot think I'm not going to stop myself from pouncing on you right now?” giving him a sweet smile and touching his black messy hair. “You know you look a bit dehydrated, let me replenish your electrolytes.” “Pardon sorry not to interrupt your little moment but is the bike almost done?” Shinichiro walked in seeing you practical on Draken laps. Draken rubbed his face letting out a sigh he cursed under his breath.

Mikey

“Tengo hambre (I'm hungry)” his head was face down at the table waiting for his food. You let out a little sigh closing his study book. There was no way he was going to finish studying now. His mind was already wanting to eat. “They will be coming soon, just relax.” your hands resting on the counter table. Looking Picking his head up he looked over at the cook window “Apúrate, Tengo hambre! (hurry up I'm hungry)”

You quickly leaned over covering his mouth  “shhh Cállate. Have you ever heard of never pissing off people handling your food?” He heard your stomach growl. You had an embarrassed look on your face as you sat back down quickly. He squinted his eyes “See I'm not the only one hungry. But you become hangry if they have you waiting too long.”You squint your eyes back at him “It takes a hangry person to know a hangry person.” you cocked your brow at him “I’m not the one pouting because I don’t have my food yet.”

As you both were bickering back and forth you didn't notice the server coming with your plates of food. Mikey's eyes gleamed with excitement. “Gracias!” you both spoke together.

Taking the first bite of food sends your taste buds over the moon.  Looking over at the love of your life who was scarfing down his food like he hasn’t eaten in a day “you might act childish but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Right back at cha babe.” his cheeks were stuffed with food.

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[haihaihaitani]

Don't Be Scared ~ *Rindou Haitani*

Summary: It seems Rindou’s colleagues don’t respect you as they go out of their way to make you miserable. But you would never tell Rin this. You’re stronger than that, right?

Pairing: Rindou Haitani X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 686

Warning: swearing, anxiety attack, insecurities. Rindou being OOC (but I need him to be this way), hating the nickname baby (seriously I could rant about how much I hate being called this, but I think I summed it up pretty well in this)

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this as a sort of therapy piece. Two things mentioned in this story are insecurities of mine. And sometimes I just imagine a lovely anime boy telling me he’s going to protect me. So yeah. Very self-indulgent. 

A/N 2: Also my dad had piranhas. That’s why they’re here.

You were officially having the worst day ever. Currently, you were curled up in the far corner of your husband’s office, behind his couch. You were squeezed into a tight ball, shaking and crying like a child. All because you were embarrassed in front of your husband’s coworkers.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember who it was who did it and you frankly didn’t care. You could still remember what he did clearly, even though it happened over an hour ago. You don’t think you were ever going to forget.

You were on your way to your husband’s office with some important paperwork when some guy jumped out and scared you. You hated jumpscares because you always felt stupid afterwards. However, after he jumped out, you tripped over your own feet and fell on your ass.

While you were trying to fight back your heavy breathing and tears, the guy laughed and said, “Ha! Gotcha, you whore.”

You were frozen.

A whore? Is that what these people thought of you? You thought…

You shook your head. It didn’t matter what you thought anymore. What mattered is that no one here respected you. Maybe your own husband didn’t respect you like you thought. You just wanted to disappear and believe none of this ever happened. That when you close your eyes, count to three, and open them, you’d be home again.

The door to the office opened. You heard Rindou call out to you, “Baby? Are you here? Ran said he saw you run in here.”

Baby. You were right. Your own husband didn’t even respect you to see you as anything more than a child. Were you being dramatic? Sure. But you still felt justified in being a little extreme considering the humiliation you were subjected to.

“Babe?” Rindou’s voice was much closer to you now and you felt his shoulder brush against yours. You squeezed yourself into a tighter ball to get away from him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me. Something is bothering you and I will do whatever I can to make it right.”

“No! It’s embarrassing and I just want to crawl into a hole and die!”

You weakly struggled against him when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. “Love, please. Let me help you.”

Taking a few breaths to try and calm yourself, you told him. You recounted the mortifying ordeal with the jumpscare and how he called you a whore. You then let your insecurities spill, how you were so stupid that you could handle a bloody massacre but couldn’t watch a horror movie. You mentioned that you didn’t think anyone respected you, much less like you and you wished you weren’t so dramatic, but explained that these were the thoughts and feelings you were having.

When you were done, Rindou didn’t say anything for a long time. You were about to ask him to say something when he whispered, “I’ll kill him.”

“What?”

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll gut him like a fish and feed him to your piranhas for making you feel this way.” He snapped, his voice cold and deadly.

You shook your head and burrowed yourself into his chest. “Don’t do that. You’ll make yourself work more for something those fish won’t eat.”

He gave a slight chuckle but pulled you in closer. “I’m glad you’re making jokes but I’m furious someone would make you doubt yourself like that. You are not a baby and you are not a whore. I love you so much, I married you. If you want, I’ll stop calling you baby. I call you whatever you want. But you have to know that I have never thought less of you and I never will. You are the love of my life and I will never, ever stop loving you, okay?”

You nodded. “Can we go home?”

Rindou kissed the top of your head. “Of course, my love. Right after I call Ran, okay? I have to order a hit.”

“Tell him to be slow and painful.”

“Anything for you.”

[dr4kenlvr]

you sleep like a baby, you know that right? + baji!!!!

prompt: "you sleep like a baby yk that right ?" + baji

nana's note: i got two asks with this prompt + baji hehehe it looks like we all want to see baji keisuke sleep like a baby

school tired baji out like no other, he considered it more grueling than a fight of one on fifteen. which explains why he was now snuggled up to you on the couch of his apartment's living room. you smile down at his sleeping figure, he didn't even have the energy to walk himself up the stairs to his bed.

his long arms wrap tightly around your hip and torso, left leg thrown over your thigh as he mouth fell open in a loud snore. his hair rose and fell with every slight breath, until you gently began raking your fingers through his locks, pushing them back with no disturbance to his sleep.

you pull out your phone, snap a quick photo for your own future amusement and mindlessly scroll around.

about a half hour passes, when movement from the boy takes your attention off the screen. baji groggles himself up, embracing his body closer to your own before blinking up at you with big, brown eyes. "mornin' baby," he mumbles into the skin of your arm, before pecking a kiss against it.

"more like evening," you say with a grin, and he chuckles. "you sleep like a baby, you know that right?" you laugh at the instant bewilderness on his face: "i totally do not sleep lik-"

the photo you took is suddenly shoved into his face, and your adorable smile behind the screen makes baji's argumentive front falter.

"it's okay, because you’re my baby, kei'" you tell him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

[p-antomime]

kiki kiki kiki kikiiiii ive been on a thirsty mood for stepdad!mikey, i do believe he'd be so overprotective!!!1!1! and then he finds out about his pretty cutie girl having a small crush on someone who's just a friend (?) from the college . . . . 👀👀

I like the way you think nonnie, never stopped to think about stepdad!mikey but I'm glad you did and came to tell me about it

ohh, mikey being overprotective of his stepdaughter is an unquestionable fact, but he was going to recognize it first as an attempt to not have to see your heart broken and not as jealousy. until he heard you talking on the phone with your crush and saw you flinch at their words and move your feet in the air as if the voice on the other end of the line was the most melodious music you had ever heard.

something sank into his chest that day and he wasn't sure if he should be excited that you were so happy about whatever the topic of conversation was or if he should have an interrogation session with you for knowing everything about the person.

he was feeling like something was being torn out of his arms even though you were holding him tightly in those seconds.

how could it be possible for him as your stepdad to let someone else have your affection and adoration like that? it was beyond him.

for weeks mikey would try to make you give up the date without telling you in no uncertain terms that he didn't trust the person, but as soon as the day arrived and you were already getting ready, he knew that his efforts were in vain and that he needed to do something before he lost his girl to someone else.

so he kindly suggested that he drive you to the restaurant, after all, it would be more than appropriate to arrive safe and sound at your appointment with your stepdad's personal escort.

what's not really appropriate is the way mikey is pulling you against his body as his lips slide down your neck in kisses and nibbles that send electric waves through your body. also not appropriate is the way the bulge between his legs rubs against the middle of yours and makes you wonder what it would feel like to have him inside you.

it all started with just his hand placing itself on your knee with a light, almost comforting squeeze. then it all seemed to fall away like playing cards as soon as the car was parked and manjiro leaned toward you.

it was the first time he kissed you and also the first time you felt that typical warm sensation in the pit of your belly of anticipation mixed with growing desire. it felt wrong that he was so good with lips pressed against yours, but it tasted so nice, so additive that by the time you realized it mikey was halfway through getting you naked, pulling up your dress and finally getting a good view of your barely covered body.

"fuck, you're wearing these just for a date?" he asks as he sees you wearing almost a complete set of lingerie, "can't believe i almost let my sweet girl show herself like this for someone who's not me."

it was the last thing he whispered before he pulled down your bra and began kissing and sucking on your tits with a calmness that didn't match the desperation of your longings that translated into your hips pushing against his, grinding shamelessly against his boner, and your hands pulling his face against your breasts.

mikey initially wanted to have his time with you, he really did, but the way your pussy was soaking your panties and making your slick start to wet the fabric of his pants was making all self-control slip through his fingers.

it was a matter of seconds before it was just pulled aside and he held you hovering over his cock as he buried himself deep and forced you to stretch to take him all the way to the base.

his head falls back in pure bliss and you desperately cling to his body trying not to moan too loudly; all while your walls cling to his shaft possessively and he twitches inside you.

"so—oh, fuck!" you gasp just as he thrusts and makes the words disappear from your mind.

"so good?"

your stepdad says for you, his hands taking hold of your waist and making you start to bounce up and down on his lap.

his eyes were fixed on the way his dick disappears and reappears between your thighs while yours were half-open and unable to focus on anything properly.

"wrong," you murmur and soon after moan feeling him slam against your sweetest spot.

then mikey takes your face with one hand and forces you to look at him before whispering in response, "you wouldn't be saying that if you were feeling the way you're suckin' me in so well, sweet girl. your stepdad is just taking better care of you, don't you feel good?"

he could feel you leaking even more around his cock, that was the time mikey realized he already had you in the palm of his hand.

however, an answer from you didn't come. at least not in the way he expected.

your hips just moved on their own against his and your lips caught his in a hurried kiss.

you were practically fucking yourself on his dick now and he couldn't have been prouder, especially knowing that at the end of the night you would still be coming home from your date with his cum leaking out of your tight hole and soaking the bottom of your panties.

— tokyo revengers m.list!

[kumachii]

[21:45]

✎ pairing. keisuke baji × fem!reader [no use of y/n]

✎ warnings. swearing, light mention of fighting, blood, surgeries, etc.

✎ notes. takes place right after the august 3rd battle. i was working on an original character when this came into existence. didn't know how an oc would be received so went with the safer choice (・３・) she is called 'ruri' in my head but feel free to imagine your oc/self. luv ya!

It wasn't uncommon for her to dwindle in front of the apartment complex. Or, it wasn't while daylight still graced the streets of Shibuya. At night though, everything became eerily quiet and — be it her so-called masochistic delight of devouring horror movies knowing she could kiss sleep goodbye — every squeak or flickering shadow concocted wild imaginations in her brain.

The swing went back and forth, the rustic joints creaking and clanging. Her feet kicked up dirt, formerly white converses now painted yellow. She checked her wristwatch once again, sighing as another minute ticked by. Still no him.

An old tin box sloppily painted white sat on the seat next to hers, a red cross marked on it to designate its purpose. She couldn't possibly not get ticked off. He was supposed to be there a whole hour ago.

Even then, the worry outweighed ire. Every faint click of the watch's hands added another knot to her wrenching gut. How she wished he would just stop getting into these stupid skirmishes. Stop picking fights at the slightest inconvenience. Stop getting bloodied up all the damn time even if he did emerge victorious.

But normal was just not his style.

No, Baji was loud, wild and somewhere crossed between self assured and entirely too overconfident. Because she'd tell anyone like she told him a million times, one day he would get into a battle he couldn't win. And he would reassure her with a pointy grin, that notion was apparently impossible.

Perhaps it was that rambunctious outlook that both knew was dangerously naive, mixed with limitless loyalty that drove her mad.

And if he was relentlessly capable of anything, it was keeping his word. To his mother who was his greatest hero, to his friends that he adored more than anything and even to outsiders living in his neighborhood who he'd help around without uttering a word — in their eyes he could do no wrong. So, if being the orbit on which all the people in his life functioned kept him from fulfilling just one promise, one made to her, could she really be mad?

The generous rumble of an exhaust stirred her from her thoughts. She had been staring at the one stray cat who frequented the torn down park ad much as they did. The bike stopped at the sidewalk, a little ways away under the streetlight as the engine died down.

"Hey, little guy", Baji greeted the before he acknowledged her. Of course he did. Rolling her eyes, she kicked the ground once again, refusing to acknowledge him or the bruising wound on his somewhat pleasant face.

But her momentary resolve shattered when the cat purred, rubbing its face into the brunette's hand as if she didn't spend the entirety of her pocket money buying treats for him. Glaring at the feline, she cleared her throat in a manner demanding attention.

"Hey", Baji flashed her a lopsided smile, bit exaggerated but genuine. Then there was something else, too — forced down exhaustion evident in his dilated pupils.

She deadpanned at his lacking response. "Hey? It's what...", she made a display of eyeing her wrist, "Almost ten at night. You said you'd be here at an hour tops and all you can say is 'hey'?"

Without waiting for a retort, one that was bound to come, she plucked the first aid kit from the swing, retrieving a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a packet of cotton swabs. She was almost running out from the times she'd cleaned his wounds that month alone.

"In my defense, I was going to make it on time but then Draken decided he wasn't havin it and got himself landed in the E.R. Fuck, you should've seen the paramedics, they were running around like headless chickens trying to stop the bleeding from a stab", he gruffed out.

When he did speak though, she almost tripped over her own feet.

At that moment, whether her blown wide eyes were comical or not, she hadn't the time to ponder. "I— What...", words failed her, coming out in incompressible jumbles. "He got stabbed?! Is he okay?"

"Out of danger", Baji revealed with a huff and her heart finally allowed blood to return to her entire body.

He didn’t explain any further, neither did she probe. It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with the people he called friends. She knew them quite well, the upper echelon of Toman. If anything, the daunting yet kind and sensible boy that was Draken seemed the least likely to end up at the hospital besides perhaps Mitsuya.

She had known Baji for a long time, since they were in kindergarten. And even if memories were a bit blurry from back then, she knew the ceaseless ball of energy that he was, needed some form of outlet. It was at age five he settled on karate which later became his greatest strength behind creating a gang. That also meant she knew about the still juvenile group since it's founding days. And led by these ambitious boys, they were not the bunch who picked fights that ended in bloodbath or fatalities.

Not without a reason far too complicated than just plain fistfight.

With her heart racing still, she worked on his scrapes silently, the furball they'd mutually adopted as their child rubbing up on her left leg.

Her mind was running a mile per minute, still trying to process the little of information revealed to her. He insisted on not telling any more than necessary so as to keep her away from his business and consequently the multitude of people having some vendetta against him.

Thinking back now, she cringed at her earlier display of complete insensitivity. Even without asking first she had jumped to conclusions. Her biggest flaw, though one of many.

"There you go. Don't put soap on them for at least a day. You'll end up agitating the gashes."

With a lump of white hot guilt and — she supposed that's what it was — fear of several what-ifs rattling inside her head, she finally stepped away from standing between his parted legs where he sat on the swing, hands dropping from having tilted his face upwards.

God, what a moron, she thought to herself. Here she was lamenting her rotten fate of getting stood up while he was there in a fight that had equal chances of turning south in anyone's case, sitting through one of his close friend's surgery while said friend grazed death's door.

Caught up in her mental berating, she missed him calling out her name, the syllables hanging in the quiet summer night. It wasn't until he had grasped both her wrists, tugging her closer until she resumed her spot — pressed against him and almost unbearably close. All it took was his lips pressing again her opened palms with all the gentleness he could muster, the smell of chemical making his nose scrunch up, for her to run blank.

"What'cha thinking?" His question was paired with a low hum.

Any other day and she would've lost it, scrambling to mask her reddening face. But not that day. And while her doubts often became her most formidable enemy, she couldn't help acknowledge the reality to them.

She had been bitching about the missed opportunity of wearing a pretty yukata to the festival, having stayed back in school to finish her tutoring. And he was out god knew where, constantly putting himself in situations that now even had the possibility of death, it seemed.

That was where their lives diverged. Because at the end of the day, his unrestrained freedom did not apply to her mundane life. He belonged in loud ruckus, thriving off of chaos and she? She was more than fine with the serenity of daily life as it was, home to school and back. In a sense, she had always known that. But now as they grew older, the fault between them also stretched on.

Sooner or later, they'd stray too far. And while he had the firm belief that they would get back together like usual, she had her doubts.

Uncertainty had never been a friend, but always an unwilling companion. In a world where they were still too young, too inexperienced about real life, what would they even become? Years from now, where would they be? For someone who hadn't known life without Baji Keisuke, what would she do if he ever stopped being that one constant she could always rely on?

"I'm... sorry", she settled on that, a pathetic attempt to get the raging storm of emotions flitting past her across.

His brows furrowed slightly and that was the last thing she noticed before the glassy filter of tears veiled her gaze. She felt his arms wrapping around her waist. This time she melted into the embrace, gripping his shoulders tight as if it were the last link tethering her to the universe as she knew it.

It was exactly that, though, wasn't it?

"Let's just stay like this for a while", came his muffled voice, face pressed against her uniform blazer.

He didn't mention his increasingly dampening shoulder. She didn’t bring up the angry red surrounding his eyes.

For now, this was okay. Not perfect but as long as they were there in the present, it didn't have be ideal. Maybe they could delude themselves into believing this false consistency for a little while longer.