#tr drabble

[slttygeto]

you don’t think you’ve ever seen hanma look so…pouty.

he says he isn’t pouting, but when he sits in the large bathtub with his lower body submerged in the water, his arms on each side of the bathtub, flushed cheeks and pursed lips—it’s hard to believe that he isn’t pouting.

or take him seriously.

“you’re enjoying it, huh?” you’re getting ready for bed, knowing that keeping him company was the only solution to his silence. plus, the two of you were a little too attached to one another. when he refuses to respond, you turn to him with a hand on your hip.

“baby, for how long are you going to keep pouting about it?”

“not pouting.” it’s hilarious, really. his deep voice and his tattooed, muscular body should make him appear to be more intimidating but when he refuses to even look at you—you stifle a laugh.

“of course, shuji. you’re not pouting.”

after a long beat of silence, you start to put away your skincare products and notice that your husband is eyeing you the whole time. you bite down on your lip, pretending to busy yourself with one of the drawers under the sink.

“not even gonna ask me again.“

there it is.

you look over your shoulder as he starts to speak, before fully leaning against the door frame.

“what was that?"

"you won't ask me again what's wrong." how can a criminal look so... childish?

"I asked you four times, baby."

"I was going to tell you on the fifth."

you sigh. hanma isn't like this with everyone, you knew he only showed this side because he trusted you with his entire soul.

"okay then, what's wrong?"

"well now I don't want to say."

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[cfyslvr]

imagine making out with tenjiku rindou only for him to pull away mid make out session to take his glasses off before pulling you right back in OH MY GOSH-

(p.s I know I usually post longer fanfics/hcs but I can't stop thinking about this and I just NEEDED to out this out here 😩)

[vmlnrzmp4]

hanma shuji — drabble

fluff fluff and fluff.

he was simply strolling, a cig lazily hung from his mouth. and then he heard it. the disney princess herself. "neko...come down, i'll catch you..." by the riverside tree, there was you. your arms stretched upwards towards the branch where a fat neko sat.

he laughed.

you turned to look at him. you glared, placing your hands on your hips, "well, don't just stand there. help."

he blinked. you were ordering him??

but anyways, he dropped the cig down, not bothering to stomp over it. it would probably buzz out or set fire on the grass. not like he cared.

he walked to you, looking at the neko, wondering how that lazy fat white furball got there. he streched his arm but sadly, even his 6'4 self couldn't reach.

you sighed, "what do we do..." you both looked at the neko then at each other. he smirked.

"no. absolutely not."

"cmon~ for the sake of neko~"

and reluctantly, you sat on hanma shuji's shoulders, easily reaching the furball, "neko— got my neko!!"

"oi don't get too excited—"

too late. you both ate dirt and that UNGRATEFUL neko ran away.

he groaned, turning to you. you got a nosebleed, your face grumpy which was almost too funny. he runs his thumb under your nose, wiping off the blood, almost wanting to call you ugly, but how could he? not when you looked so—

"cute♡."

[softxsuki]

Hello! If requests are still open I would like to submit one for the valentines day event? I would like a confession letter from baji (he's liked me for a LONG while but bc I have low self esteem/been in a bunch of failed friendships and relationship (some of wbuch he had a part if bc he didnt wanna see me with another man), I only saw him as a friend and didn't really allow myself to have feeling for him (like im a really optimistic/extroverted person but I'm also rlly scared of getting close to people as my most recent friendship breakup resorted in me getting fucking insomnia that took weeks to recover from). Tone: hurt/angst to comfort/fluff where after I try to go out on a date (and fail), he finds me crying onnthr curb, ion wanna see his fsce (bc we got into an argument) and then he tries tos ee what's wrong but I'm hiding my feelings, we get into an argument and I run off (it's super dramatic too). Other info: we've been tight since middle school (i saw him as a big bro/cool guy figure. Looked up to him) ans latches onto him even as I gained and lost friends gjnffjdnmd

Sorry if its too confusing or complex dndndn

Have a lovely day!

Confession Letter from Baji

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader| Genre: Comfort, Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 500 |

Warnings: mild language, jealousy, crying

Note: You painted a whole scene for me, so thank you. Hope you like !

You were at home sulking over the events of the day; a failed date once again due to your inability to fully trust a guy again, to Baji finding you crying on the curb, the argument that ensued after, and you running away from your own feelings, taking yourself back home.

You felt so pathetic, why couldn’t things work out for you? Why did you have to have these feelings for your friend despite how much you tried to push them away? There was no denying them anymore.

A knock at your door, forces you off your feet, opening the door to find no one there, but instead, a letter on the ground with your name on it.

Strange…

You wipe away your tears and bring the letter in with you, opening it;

Y/N,

Before you crumple this up and throw it away, please wait…I’m sorry okay? I was just…upset. I realize I’ve been holding my feelings back for so long that my instinct is to scold you for going out on dates…it’s probably jealousy honestly.

We’ve been close since middle school and I’ve seen all the crap you’ve been through with fake friends and failed relationships…which I’ve probably scared a few potential love interests of yours away myself…but I can’t help it. I like you. What man stands around and lets other guys talk to the person they like? Despite how lame I’ve been to keep it to myself instead of just telling you…

But after tonight, I can’t hold it back anymore. I like you, Y/N. I have for a while and I hate to see you hurting…I know I could treat you well. Our friendship is proof of that, but I want to be more than just your friend. I want to hold you when you’re hurting and kiss your tears away. I want to reassure you and build you up after all the times you’ve been knocked down by losers who don’t know how to treat their lovers…

I’m tired of running from my feelings, I just hope I haven’t pushed you away by telling you this. 

Come find me, please.

Love, 

Keisuke.

You can’t help but smile at the letter, the guy could hardly spell (let’s pretend like there were many spelling and grammar mistakes in the letter…the editor in me couldn’t actually do it BFHKEAF), let alone put words together on paper, but he tried for you, and it was beautiful. 

Maybe these feelings you had for him weren’t so bad after all. Maybe this could be your first good experience with a relationship. Baji always treated you well, despite the times he’d get moody after you’d mention dates you had gone on, but now you knew why–he liked you back.

You laugh to yourself, wiping the remainder of your dried tears. Time to find happiness with your best friend. The thought filled you with hope, making you excited for the idea of dating him. 

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

Posted: 2/14/2025

[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.

~~~

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.

[aritsukemo]

My Tokyo Revengers Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios Masterlist 👊

Last Updated: Oct. 22, 2023

Insecurity | Kazutora Hanemiya | Hurt/Comfort

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[the-grimm-writer]

Thinking about obsessive boyfriends <33

You know something's a lil off about him, but you always try to push it down because he's the best boyfriend you've ever had.

He showers you with gifts, praises you, and listens to your struggles without judgment. Some might say you two have the best relationship.

So, of course you don't realize when people suddenly start withdrawing from you. How their eyes widen in fear when they see your man because you're the only one who doesn't see how dangerous he truly is.

You think it's cute when he gets jealous. When you talk to your friends and he snakes his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he waits for you to pay attention to him again.

And when he gets you alone and tilts your chin back, telling you how you're his and he'll never let anyone take you away from him.

Of course there's times you start seeing the signs something's not quiet right, but one kiss and all your worries seem to melt away.

Your boyfriend would never harm you. But the same can't be said about anyone else.

.

JJK: Geto, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Nanami, Megumi, Toge

TR: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Angry, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Kisaki, Kazutora

MHA: Izuku, Mirio, Keigo, Shoto, Kirishima, Shinsou

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ KABEDON W TOKYO REVENGERS

TOKREV BOYS CAGING YOU AGAINST A WALL. ft. izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, & shuji hanma x f!reader

sfw. 1K wc. i’ve been sooo excited to write for izana !! & my head’s been buzzing w so many ideas after seeing a bunch of maid-sama edits back on my fyp <3

IZANA KUROKAWA. mild jealousy & possessiveness

You wonder if Izana can hear the rapid thumping of your heart as his arm comes to rest against the doorframe, his eyes looking intently into yours.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” His voice breaks the silence, tone laced with the faintest hint of curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself even though the proximity has heat rising all the way to the tips of your ears. “I don't know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “He just asked for my number. And i said no.”

There's a moment of silence as izana processes your words, his gaze never leaving yours. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction, unsure if you should add that you mentioned you have a boyfriend too.

“That’s all?” Izana finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but there's something in his eyes that betrays his calm exterior.

You nod. “That’s all.”

He exhales deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he moves closer to you. His fingers brush against your cheek, lingering on your jaw for a brief moment before gently tilting your head to the side. “Izana?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, his breath warm against your skin as he presses gentle kisses along your collarbone. “That sounds right.”

His lips move with a deliberate slowness to cover every inch of your skin, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as his lips ghost down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, and you sigh. “That’s good.” He repeats to himself.

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Izana reminds you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re mine.”

HANMA SHUJI. recreation of that !! scene from maid sama (he gives u a hickey on your back), reader wearing a backless dress, ‘pretty thing,’ ‘princess’

“That’s a tiny dress you got on.” Hanma muses, long arm resting just above your head as he cages you against the wall, his face coming to hover mere inches in front of yours.

“Where’s a pretty thing like you headed tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you pout, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. “I’m going to my friend’s birthday party tonight.”

You struggle to read the expression on his face, amused eyes lingering on the simple design of your dress, ignoring the way you huff impatiently.

“Backless?”

“Yeah, backless. I’m leaving now.” With a quick tilt of your head, you try to gauge his reaction again, a part of you skeptical to whether or not he’s planning something this time.

He only responds with a slow hum, chuckling a bit when you rudely swat his arm off the wall, gaze following the natural sway of your hips as you mumble something in annoyance and walk away.

Backless…he thinks.

That’s right— backless.

An idea pops into his head, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Without a second thought, he reaches out to roughly tug at one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him in one swift motion.

“The hell are you doing-” you snap, your voice trailing off into a sharp intake of breath when you feel his lips press against the middle of your back. “S-shuji!” You protest, heart racing as you feel the warmth of his lips press against your skin.

There’s a pop when he pulls back slightly to look up at you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? You’re going? With that hickey on your back?” His voice comes out low, tinged with too much amusement for your liking.

“Hope you have fun, princess.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA. he takes care of you when you’re feverish

“You shouldn’t be out of bed right now.” Mitsuya’s voice breaks the silence, and you stop dead in your tracks.

There’s an exasperated groan from you, your hand coming to rub at your temples. Of course he would be awake— you really thought you had waited long enough before trying to sneak downstairs.

“I want cake, Mitsuya.” You whine, arms folding over your chest. “‘M not sick anymore. The fever’s gone down.”

“Is that so?” Mitsuya’s tone sounds both amused and skeptical as he steps closer, watching the way you start to fidget with the sleeves of your shirt. You give him a quick and desperate nod to confirm, and it’s all a little too suspicious for his liking.

But before you can protest further, his arms come around you, caging you against the wall, and you suck in a sharp breath as he scans you up and down. His gaze is focused and intentional— and you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Interesting,” he whispers, warm breath grazing your skin. It sends a violent shiver down your spine. “Let me check.”

“W-wait you shouldn’t—” your protests are halted as he leans even closer, until his face is just an inch in front of yours. He thinks it’s cute the way your eyes slam shut involuntarily, your heart pounding against your chest at the proximity. His forehead presses gently against yours, and you can feel the subtle warmth of his skin.

“Liar.” He murmurs softly, his lips brushing against yours so gently you almost miss it. “You’re burning up.”

[alpali]

“You knew she was flirting! Why didn’t you say shit.”

“Because you did?”

“So if a guy flirted with me you’d be fine if I let it happened?”

A pause.

“Double standards? You’re fucking infuriating.”

He grins, towering over you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll spit in a girls face next time how does that sound.”

“Appealing…”

“This is why I love you. Now let me show you how sorry I am yea?”

OIKAWA, MIYA TWINS, TSUKISHKMA, suna, GOJO, GETO, megumi, BAKUGO, sero, SHINSOU, HAITANI TWINS, kokonoi, SANZU, BAJI

[reissancesstuff]

“You’re Mine.”

You shouldn’t have come to the meeting.

You knew the rules — “Kanto Manji doesn’t do ‘bring-your-girl-to-work’ day.” But you came anyway. Because someone tipped you off that something was going wrong, that Mikey was being cornered politically, that there were whispers of betrayal. You had to make sure he was okay.

But what you didn’t expect… was the look on his face when he saw you there — standing behind Sanzu, clearly out of place, clearly vulnerable in this room full of killers in white uniforms.

His eyes darkened instantly.

You didn’t even have time to explain.

The meeting ended with a snap of Mikey’s fingers. Everyone cleared out in a rush of boots and nervous glances. Mikey didn’t say a word.

Until it was just the two of you.

Until the door slammed behind the last soldier.

Then silence.

And then—

He grabbed you.

Not roughly. But firmly. Fully. His hand wrapping around your wrist, the other going to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Are you out of your mind?” he said, voice low, cold, dangerous. The KMG Mikey who didn’t flinch before pulling triggers. But you could feel it — the way his fingers trembled slightly as they held you.

“I had to see you—” you tried.

His grip tightened. “No.”

Your back hit the wall.

“You don’t walk into places like this,” he hissed, face close, nose brushing yours. “You don’t belong in this part of my world.”

“I was worried.”

“I don’t give a damn.” His forehead dropped to yours. “You could’ve been hurt. Do you have any idea what that would do to me?”

Your breath hitched.

And then he kissed you — hard, deep, teeth scraping your bottom lip. His hand slipped into your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

“Mikey—”

“You’re mine,” he said, voice low and rough, against the shell of your ear. “You don’t put yourself in danger. Ever. You belong to me. That means your life isn’t just yours anymore. It’s mine too.”

His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip possessively, pressing you tighter to the wall. Your pulse thundered, but you couldn’t look away from his eyes — stormy, but so full of something raw and real.

He leaned in again, slower this time. The kiss gentled.

“Next time you pull something like this,” he murmured, lips brushing yours, “I’m chaining you to my bed.”

“Mikey.”

“Try me.”

But when you laughed, soft and breathless, his hand cupped your cheek again — warm, reverent.

“Don’t scare me like that again, baby,” he whispered.

You nodded, and finally — finally — he hugged you properly, arms tight around your waist like he was anchoring himself to you.

Possessive?

Yes.

Protective?

Always.

But above all, in love. Deeply, desperately, and dangerously in love.

[sunaluv]

'IS SHE TAKEN?'

in which someone asks your man if you're single

feat: ran, gojo

RAN

the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.

ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.

"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"

your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.

as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.

"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"

"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."

wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.

he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."

the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.

"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."

others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.

if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"

your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.

'you and i both know he can't'

'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'

'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'

'you love it though'

eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.

"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.

catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.

whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.

GOJO

"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"

you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.

so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.

he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."

has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.

"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."

satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.

after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.

he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.

one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?

"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "who’s this?"

satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.

"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"

your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.

he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.

"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."

"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"

though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.

"you're such an ass, gojo."

"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ yandere! alpha! kazutora x omega! reader

synopsis: kazutora is utterly obssessed with you and turns yandere once you start hanging out with other people. but what happens when he goes too far...?

cw : bullying, manipulation, controlling/possessive behaviour, r@pe attempt (not kazutora), assault, angst to comfort?

note : I'm so so sorry for not posting for nearly 2ish months🙏 here's a little something that was sitting in my drafts for a while now, hope you'll like it! I'll try to get back to posting stuff before the end of the year!!

note 2 : I recently read a lot of fics with omega drop inside and I wanted to give it a try!! I'm so unhappy with how the end turned out, but I can't think of anything else to write soo... + it's so rushed, pls don't hate me🙏

MY MASTERLIST: ★

just imagine bully!kazutora, who decides to attend school regularly just to see his favourite omega every day!

he develops this weird obsession for you and can't stop himself from thinking about you 24/7. at first he's talking to you in the most casual way he can, asking you about school homework, what food you had for lunch...

you don't find him repulsive at all despite the rumours : he isn't violent and overwhelming despite his affiliation to a gang. so you engage in small conversations with him, almost finding yourself in a secluded space with just the two of you more often than you can remember. but kazutora has been nothing but a nice alpha with you! so you let your guard down.

his mean behaviour didn't start until the summer break. you discovered yourself and gained confidence, going out more and discussing with more people than you used to.

when kazutora was one of the rare people occupying your already tiny social circle, he now was one friend among so many. of course he had that special place in your heart, but how could he know ? regardless, it wasn't enough for kazutora.

he felt a burning jealousy consuming him wholeheartedly whenever you gave that new friend of yours more attention than him.

you used to be so shy and awkward, timidly walking up to him in hopes he'll talk to you. now kazutora has to witness his omega act like a social butterfly, smiling and hugging others like it's no big deal.

he's fuming. he doesn't want the thousand girls fanning over him and he couldn't care less about the people gathering around him to try and befriend him.

no, kazutora fell for you first and wants nothing more than your precious bubbly self for him to see only. what do you mean you have to cut short your daily walks home because some nobody invited you to the library ?

kazutora lives that as a betrayal and can't even fathom the idea of you slowly slipping away from him. he just had to do something. he felt sick to his stomach just thinking about you with someone else, about some alpha making moves even though he didn't even get the chance to properly kiss you or hold your hand.

but kazutora is smart. kazutora is charismatic. kazutora is an alpha with a sweet and charming smile. his bad reputation flew over people's heads whenever he flashed them his signature smile followed by his sugar-coated words.

you didn't think much about it when some people started avoiding you, interacting with you less and less. those were the ones you only made small talks with once in a while.

some started to throw you weird looks, whispering after you passed in front of them to join your locker. you frowned a bit, but no harm was done so you shrugged it off.

it was all too progressive to be a coincidence. first the rumours, then the physical bothering and finally, people outward causing you abuse.

it was scary and off-putting how everyone seemed to have turned their back on you, bullying you like you never laughed together just a month ago.

you pondered and questioned yourself, absolutely clueless about the unfair treatment. you now came to school with an unbearable pit to your stomach, scared as to what other students would come up with today.

while some deliberately left your side and bothered you for a couple of days, they soon got bored and simply proceeded to ignore you. but there was this particular friend group, which seemed adamant to keep persecuting you under any circumstances.

a few betas and alphas, everyday pushing you to the edge, cornering you in the empty locker room and tormenting you or literally destroying your belonging when you had your back turned.

it was all too much. everyone just disappeared from your life and you were left with a growing fear and apprehension. your usual vanilla scent was reduced to ashes, barely present, meanwhile you kept your mouth shut most of the time, sometimes even going days without talking to anyone at all.

it took a toll on your mental health, your instincts not fit for such a lonely life. you were made to be cajoled and appreciated, to enjoy life and make your loved ones happy.

you didn't have anyone anymore. you tried a few times to catch your closest friends in the hallway whenever you saw them pass before you, but none of them spared you a glance, hurriedly mumbling apologies before looking around them with fear in their eyes.

nothing made sense anymore. not even kazutora, who you thought was a genuine friend, helped you. he still attended school with an impressive diligence, you caught him sometimes talking to your bullies whenever the six of them ate together during lunch.

you had taken the habit to spend your lunchtime at the back of the school, far from everyone. you enjoyed those moment sof peace, even being able to keep an eye on them from where you were. you coul easily spot them without you being visible.

kazutora towered over them like a self-proclaimed leader, while they all listened to him with respect. kazutora was far stronger than them and could simply order them around the way he'd like.

you often wondered why he would take part in such a horrible thing, tormenting you as if you actually deserved it. what surprised you was how he seemed to never actually commit those said acts himself, making you even question if he was behind it all.

still, you kept your distance from him. your own feeling of betrayal hanging heavy in your mind at kazutora's indifference towards you.

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you fell on your butt after a particularly mean push to your shoulder. you looked up, wide-eyed and scared, the sound of laughter entering your ears as you watched their smirk deepen.

you hung out later than usual at the library, studying until it was all but dark outside. you carefully packed your stuff without any worries, not expecting anyone at this hour.

but to your luck, the same exact people were there, waiting for you like a pack of starved hyenas. you pushed past them, hoping that would keep them from bothering you any further, their sadistic urges already satisfied.

their pheromones felt especially menacing tonight, you didn't know if it was your mind playing tricks, feeling more vulnerable than ever now that you were all on your own and exhausted.

your instincts exhorted you to flee from here when they grabbed your shoulder to make you turn around. you couldn't dare look up, their sickening laughs doing enough to make you beyond scared.

they trashed you around, taking pleasure in your lack of power, your optimistic self easily defeated by the days spent in fear and anxiety. you instinctively reacted to their scents, your limbs automatically shaking, mind cloudy, trying its best to protect itself.

you could only cry pitifully when one of them threw you, forcing you to make contact with the floor once again. and when his eyes lingered over your figure in a predatory gaze, a smirk streching his lips and his tongue passing over it, you felt your blood run cold.

you searched for any ounce of humanity in his friends' eyes, hoping they'll realise that they were going too far and eventually call out the alpha. finding none, you felt yourself slipping awat by the second, your senses way too overly stimulated by their treatment.

you cried harder, his hands feeling like knives digging into your flesh, a ruthless attempt at stripping you away from what little dignity you had left.

he sat on top of you, his weight forcing a few coughs out of you, unable to breathe properly. he continued his assault comfortably, his friends cheering him on with no regard to how your whole world went crashing down in this exact moment, all your strenght abandoning you, unable to fight anymore.

your mind went blank, trying so hard to process what had just happened to you when you felt one of his friend pull him off of you. mumbling something about kazutora and telling the alpha that they scared you enough.

he reluctantly agreed with an angry growl and a condescending slap to your cheek, knowing kazutora was far too scary to go further with his omega. he mockingly barked at you to be grateful, but you couldn't hear him, nor could you move.

you simply laid there, a pool of tears clouding your vision, tiny and pathetic cries leaving your soar throat. you couldn't protect yourself from the unshakable feeling of terror and helplessness and nobody was there to give you support.

you really were all on your own.

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you woke up in the softness of your nest, memories blurry and confused, yet all your senses vividly alert. the blankets and pillows were in a mess, mascara smeared across your cheeks, your high-school uniform still on and furiously torn apart, and the smell of blood floating in the air.

after dragging yourself back to your home, you had used all your remaining strenght and could no longer move. yesterday was your last straw and all you could do was lay on your side, head pounding from all the crying and feeling like a lifeless doll.

you felt like a stranger in your own body, unable to shake off the overwhelming fear. you couldn't find any source of solace, your nest wasn't even yours anymore, it felt foreign. you didn't feel safe anywhere.

you slowly let your thoughts consume you.

you couldn't do it, you weren't brave enough, strong enough. you had been able to handle it for the first few months but you felt yourself fall deeper into this nightmare and your were afraid you would never be able to get out of it.

kazutora didn't think much about your absence at school today, he was visibly disappointed to not be able to see his favourite omega, but didn't pry too much.

after a day turned into two, then three and then almost twoweeks now, he grew more and more concerned. he was agitated, pissed off by the situation, skipping classes the second he didn't see you there. he tried calling you multiple times a day, left you a hundred of messages and despite the strangeness of his sudden concern for you, he had expected you'd answer them, or at least read them. but you didn't.

he was left in the dark and was surprised at himself to have let you flee his eyes for this much time, almost instinctively sensing the abnormal urgency in your absenteeism. he had consulted those meaningless people he used to isolate you, kazutora was such a threat on his own that he was sure they couldn't have possibly lied straight to his face. or is it that they've took it too far ? kazutora knew he had warned them about it, scaring you was fine, tormenting you was fine, anything beyong that was like asking for death.

he found himself at you doorstep the same exact day, a plastic bag full of various medicines just in case. he knocked, waited, but heard nothing. he tried smelling you through the cracks, your heat scent usually so strong it literally slips from under. but he sensed nothing, comfirming you had no academically right reason to not attend school for such a long period of time.

he called your name, screamed it in desperation, banged on your door to try and stir up some movement from inside, but everything was dreadfully calm.

a million thoughts went through kazutora's mind when he broke into your home. he breathed in your familiar scent, the same one that instantly made him feel all sorts of things the way no other omega ever did. he took a minute to observe his surroundings, smiling at how cute and friendly you had decorated your place. despite the unusual darkness, it was indeed very charming. kazutora thought it suited you very well.

when he kept going further into the hallway, a strange feeling flooded his body. despite his excitement to finally see your face after two weeks, he somehow felt anxious. he didn't know what to expect. had you finally crumbled under the pressure of having no one by your side ? did kazutora break you enough that you'd seek comfort near anyone who would offer you a helping hand, even if that person was him ?

oh how did he want to have you all for himself once again, to have you back in his arms, talking to him with your shy eyes, teeth biting your lips in nervousness and too intimidated to even think about leaving his side.

what sight awaited him inside your room? will you welcome him, tears of relief and happiness flooding your eyes upon seeing someone care about you? after all this time of fighting alone, fending for yourself like a frail lamb when your whole purpose was to rely on others ?

kazutora couldn't wait to become your saviour, to chase away those annoying people who had dared mess with you, even if it was all his fault. you just would have to give him one word, one proof of affection and he'll immediately be on his way to teach them a lesson.

he opened your door, feeling entitled to do so without even asking. he frenetically searched for you, nose instantly trying to pick up your sweet scent. you were curled up between a pile of blankets, frame shaking and your fists desperately clutching the fabric.

he frowned slightly, yet still unaware of the alarming state you were in and approached you slowly. he smiled when he took notice of the teddy bear he had gifted you a few months prior, his chest warming up with pride upon seeing how hard it was pressed against your chest.

he gently called your name, nudging you just a little bit to get you to open your eyes. not wanting to scare you, he made himself as small as possible, voice barely above a whisper and movements as slow as he could.

but you couldn't move an inch and kazutora soon realised that your whole body was burning up, and not from a heat. he checked your forehead, watched how your breathing was weak despite being shaky and finally took in the terrifyingly rotten smell of your scent, nothing like he had expected upon entering your room.

although delusional, his instincts couldn't ignore and misinterpret the distressed pheromones your whole body emitted. reacting immediately to them, he softly caressed your face, removed you from inside the covers and took your worn out body in his arms.

he tried stimulating you by saying your name as kindly as possible, his own body burning up from the stress and creeping guilt slowly consuming him after linking everything together. was that the consequences of his actions? he looked at your face, torn with pain and fear, noticing with horror the purple bruise on your wrist and the equally awful red marks on your neck and arms, some even bleeding.

he showered you with his own pheromones, using nature's ways to force you into a calmer state.

what has he done? was it all his fault? he should've known you weren't this brave and should've known you'd need him sooner. he should've taken the hint and go to you instead of observing you slowly falling apart and delaying the moment when he'd finally come at your rescue.

he watched as you slowly but surely came back to him, eyes blinking up at him, unable to comprehend what was going on. you were all dopey and insanely fragile, your mental state on the verge of a cliff, threatening to fall if you were to be feeling any bit of discomfort.

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surpringly enough, you had warmed up to kazutora faster than he had expected. when anxiety plagued you with its torments, he was the one you instinctively reached out to, his scent carrying a sense of comfort and safety.

it was unfair how he could prevent your mind from torturing you any further when he was the primary culprit. you weren't even able to get a full night of rest because of it, and now you were accorded sleep because he decided it was best for you.

he literally drugged you with his pheromones during the period you were more than vulnerable, unable to take care of yourself. breathing in kazutora's scent whenever you felt down and distressed, had you assimilating it with something close to a safe place.

when you first woke up in his embrace after falling asleep to the sound of his apologies, you tore yourself away from his arms. you trying to move with what little strength you could muster forced his own eyes open, his hand, too quick to not be a reflex, caught your waist, keeping you against his chest.

"let go of me," you whispered after trying to pry yourself away from him, gripping his forearm, desperately wishing to make him move.

"y/n..."

"I said let go of me kazutora. why are you even here ?" cutting him off, you looked at him angrily, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

the pained stare he was met with was enough to make him regret all his actions. sheer betrayal was written all over your face and the scent which once brought you comfort, now only made you uncomfortable. he was too close. his hands tangled with your waist and wrists... you were scared of what they could do to you. he was holding you too tightly. he was afraid you would disappear.

"kazutora, you're hurting me. just what exactly do you want and how did you get in ?" he quickly let go of you, muttering a few awkward apologies.

"...how did you get those bruises ?" he asked after a long silence, partially pleased you weren't ordering him to leave anymore and relieved you didn't push the topic of his intrusion any further.

"keep playing dumb and I might actually get really angry" you had pushed yourself up, refusing kazutora's help and was now sitting, glaring at him.

"please y/n, I assure you I don't know anything. I wouldn't have let anyone hurt you like this..." you chuckled half-heartedly, looking at kazutora's pleading eyes with contempt in yours. you could tell he was taken aback with how things were turning out with how he grabbed your arm softly, as if begging you to please believe him.

"ask your friends, I'm sure they'd love to tell you all the details about what they did."

and with that, you turned your back on him, tired of talking to him who acted like nothing was his fault, as if he hadn't played a huge role in how people treated you.

you were too tired to curse at him and yell for him to get out of your sight, you fell asleep in almost a few minutes this day, not caring if kazutora had anything to tell you or if he was even still there, invading your nest and taking up all the space like he was used to when it came to you.

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upon your confession, kazutora was seeing red, rage fully consuming his body and abandoning him to a state of pure instincts.

he stayed still, observing your steady breathing and the mess he had caused because of his jealousy, hands shaking at the sight of your injured body.

he made sure one last time that you were covered with his pheromones, which, no matter how much you hated them, helped you calm down a bit and have a good night rest like you needed.

he got up, barricaded your door that was slightly broken and left you alone in your apartment, ready to pay a visit to those people he had used to get what he wanted.

you've always been fragile, your nature shaping you to be more delicate than him, but never had he ever seen you this weak and defeated. although he had his response in your current state, he promised himself he would redeem himself, vowing to protect you just like he should've.

and it all starts now, by getting rid of the ones who thought they could go as far as laying a hand on you.

when he came back, he let out a relieved sigh seeing you hadn't move. he threw his now slightly red t-shirt on the floor and went back to your side, pleased with what he did and happy there were a few less threats for you out there.

he kissed your naked shoulder and fell asleep, inhaling your sweet scent he craved so much and swore nothing bad would ever happen again.

kazutora would make sure of it...

[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #4 ; brat taming w shuji hanma .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

i hate hate hate shuji hanma so much! god, he makes my life unbearable -- walking into that office everyday is like a form of torture! he's always teasing me, making fun of me non-stop, and every time i walk into his office completely fine i come out a huge, frustrated mess! and it ruins my entire day too, god. why does he have such a huge impact on me? it's so frustrating . . . anything he says to me or says about me will stick for at least a week -- he doesn't even seem to stop pestering me when i get off of work. how long will i last in this stupid office before i break? ugh! that would be so embarrassing . . . ironically i'm writing his from work so i better hide this away before hanma catches me! i'll see you later diary :(

"little lady, come in here." hanma commands with a lithe finger, pointing a low finger at your trailing body outside of his office. you had tried your best to sneak by his office and back to yours without being seen by the man, but the tall glass panes that are only see through from the inside of his office are of no help. you cringe, the hairs on the back of your neck standing frozen when you hear the familiar, sultry grime of his voice, walking defeatedly into his office before gently shutting the door behind you.

"yes, sir? what can i do for you?" you grin subtly, hiding your distress with fiddling fingers behind your back.

"so formal today? you're in my office wearin' a skimpy little skirt and a sheer shirt that barely covers your nipples, hun." he grumbles with a laugh, setting his arms down against the marble desk.

you scoff — dropping your previous dear little secretary act with a subtle roll of your eye. "shut up, hanma. you're not any much better than me . . . having s—sex with all those workers on this very desk." you point to the marble stable in front of you, mumbling a soft 'gross' under your breath — the least bit repulsed that you're standing in the same space as this satyriasis you call your boss.

"are you jealous, little lady? he laughs.

"n—never." you huff, tugging your skirt down out of habit. the atmosphere is tense and warm, and you can feel his glare boring into the side of your skull. he takes a sudden move, leaving his original seating and making his way towards you. he fumbles with his sleeve, fixing the crease slightly before stepping before you — nearly chest to chest. “you're so weird, hanma."

hanma leans low, lips inches away from your ear. it's disgustingly seductive — how close he is. it’s even worse when you find yourself not minding the intimate position.

“don't call me that name, doll. no need to be so formal, remember?" he turns his head to grin besides you, but soon moves back to his original position to whisper again, "by the way, i can see your cute little nipples, doll."

you scramble away from the man, arm defensively coming to cover across your chest. “per—pervert! ‘s cold in here.” you cry with a heavy blush that paints your face. you're met with a smug grin with no means to punish you for your indecency, but rather low glinting eyes with the opposite intent. "come here, girl."

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it hurts. everything does — your thighs are sore, red streaks left across your bare tits, and your cunt aches despite shuji’s spent stuffing you full.

“s—shuji,” you cry. you’re met with a soft hum besides your ear, the sultry noise making you wince. his slender fingers force the small of your back against the table, arching you nicely before taking his cock head to your pussy. “n—n’more…”

“hmm, she’s holding all my fuckin’ nut in so well.” he groans, dragging his cock head through your spent folds. the action causes cum to dribble slightly, warm cum coating your clit and dripping onto the ground.

“c’mere.” hanma lifts you from where you had been bent over previously, switching positions with you. his back leans against the table, hoisting you onto the slant of his lap and forcing your naked body to face the glassed windows of his office. you’re quick to panic, whining and you fumble in his grasp. it’s especially terrifying when you see one of hanma’s hookups walk past, pointing at hanma’s office to her co-worker — and giggling.

her glare looks directly into yours, twisting your body to face hanma’s as you hide your face in the crevice of his chest. “n—no, shuji !”

“doll. you know they can’t see anything, right?” hanma chuckles. “what, you don’t want her to see you like this?”

you whine, looking up at hanma with large, watery eyes. “don’ wanna face the glass, p—please.”

he hums at your request -- but faces your body outwards once again. he lifts you onto his lap once again, but this time, slotting you on top of his cock and dragging you down his length by your arms. you're quick to squeal, filled up by shuji's heavy dick yet again in mere seconds. he groans at the feeling of his own nut painting his cock once he's inside.

"shuji!" you quip when another co-worker passes by -- what if the glass were to suddenly malfunction and everybody could see your naked body? you spiral. not to mention, your naked cunt lodged onto your boss' cock? what if—

"need to show you and your pretty pussy off. how these office sluts can't take me like you can. you're perfect, damn it." shuji moans, pumping roughly into your sore cunt. "you're c—creamin' all over me, little lady."

"s--shut up, shut up.." you cry, body damn hot. his hands feel as if they're burning against your skin. “g’cum ‘gain—“

“mhm, yeah you are. ‘cause you’re a little slutttt.” hanma moans, stifling when he feels your gummy walls clench at his crude words.

“n—not a slut ! shuji, shuji— !“

“that’s impossible, slut.”

[slttygeto]

pairing: hanma shuji x fem! reader

nsfw!

hanma, who by the time he lets himself fall in love with you, has grown accustomed to your routine, a telltale sign that he was subconsciously falling into your orbit face first.

hanma, whose touch becomes slightly less perverted than it was at first, he cradles your face as his lips spill out the filthiest words of praise. from “dirty slut” to “good girl” you feel dizzy at the contrast between the way his fingers are rubbing messily at your clit, and how soft his lips feel against yours.

hanma, who is well aware of how flawed he is, still cannot believe that you love him. the way you’re riding him is nothing short of filthy, eager to please him—he is quite vocal, but you’ve never heard him like this. whiny. his fingers threaten to bruise the skin of your hips, digging so harshly that you hiss against his lips.

“I love you.”

he hears you the first time, but it’s all too overwhelming. his head is tipped back, ears a bright red color and his jaw clenched as he tries to suppress his own noises. so you repeat it.

“shuji,” you call out for him, hand cradling his face with so much tenderness that has his eyes blurring. “I love you.”

you watch in real time how he falls apart beneath you. you squeeze around his cock on purpose, and hanma doesn’t miss the small smile adorning your features as he bucks up his hips against yours.

“you fucking tease.” he says through gritted teeth, but he is barely able to contain his noises as he spills everything inside, painting your walls white.

hanma knows he hasn’t said it back, and he fears you might’ve misunderstood or gotten the wrong idea. but when he lays you down on your back ever so softly, golden eyes never once leaving yours as his hand wraps around the back of your thigh to push it against your chest—he sees it.

your gaze, full of warmth and trust, pulls him closer than ever. your arms wrap around his neck, and your lips brush against his playfully.

“I’m waiting,” your fingers scratch at his nape, and hanma could’ve sworn he felt his heart leap in his chest. “or do you wanna show me instead?”

hanma has never been a man of many words, but he can make an exception for you.

2025 © all works belong to @slttygeto. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works.

[nyapawr]

his pink fat-girthy cock was all you could think of right now. He was fucking you roughly, face down-ass up. Rindou did not care if you were tired, his main goal was to fill you up, to breed you.

"ngh fuckkkk....." you begin to drool because of how good he was pounding into you. He placed his right hand onto your ass, squeezing it harshly causing you to squirt a bit. "y'like that babyy hmm?" he smirks as he slaps your ass causing you to roll your eyes back.

He stops causing you to complain. " why'd you stoppp! i wan'more daddyy....." you whine and pout softly as tears start to form. He scoffs as he looks at you, smirking. All of a sudden he harshly thrusts into you.

He leans next to your ear and whispers "i'm going to fill you up, slut ♡~"

[anglbunny]

lemme take care of you ♡ Sanzu haruchiyo

cw: suggestive, Angst, Toxic, NSFW, Drug Mentions

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The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

You stepped in and froze the second you saw him—Sanzu, slumped on the couch like a ragdoll, skin pale, hair a sweaty mess stuck to his forehead. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and his chest barely rose and fell with each slow breath. On the coffee table: pills, spilled like confetti, empty blister packs, crushed dust, a half-empty bottle of something that burned your nose just standing near it.

Your throat closed.

“What the fuck is this?” you snapped, storming toward him, heart pounding. “Sanzu—what the hell are you on?”

He didn’t flinch. Just blinked at you, lids heavy, a crooked grin curling on his lips.

“Iunno…” he mumbled lazily. “Took whatever I found.”

Your jaw clenched, tears stinging your eyes.

“Jesus—are you trying to die?!” you shouted, voice cracking. “You disappear for days, come home like this, and you think it’s funny?”

He groaned loudly, long and drawn out, pressing a palm to his forehead. “God, you’re so loud.”

You stared at him, trembling, every emotion bubbling up and threatening to spill. Your voice dropped, shaky, desperate.

“All we do is fuck and fight now, Sanzu. You don’t even talk to me anymore. You come home high or not at all, and I just… I wait. I wait and wait and hope the real you comes back, but—”

Your voice broke.

“Where the fuck did he go?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached for you. His hand grabbed your wrist—cold, limp, but insistent—and pulled you onto his lap, slow and lazy like he was underwater. You stumbled, landing on him hard, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head fell against your chest.

And then—his mouth found yours.

The kiss was slow. Sloppy. Tasted like pills and whiskey and sadness. You tried to pull back, but he held you there, sighing into your lips like this was the only thing keeping him breathing.

“Shhh…” he whispered, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Don’t wanna hear you cry, baby girl.”

Your heart cracked.

“Sanzu…”

“I know,” he murmured, tongue dragging against your skin. “I’m a fuck-up. I know. But just… let me make you feel good right now, yeah? Don’t want you stressed…”

His hands slid up your shirt, slow but practiced, thumbs brushing over your ribs.

“Just let me take care of you,” he rasped, voice low and thick with heat. “Want you to forget everything for a bit—just feel me. Nothing else. No talking. No crying. Just my cock inside you.”

You gasped as he rutted up against you, hard beneath the sweatpants, his breath stuttering. His hand slipped into your waistband, fingers rubbing circles into your heat, and your body betrayed you—hips jerking, tears spilling as you whimpered.

“You want it,” he whispered darkly. “Even when you’re mad. Even when you hate me. You always fucking want it.”

You nodded. Weak. Needy. Broken.

And he smiled—feral and sweet.

“Good girl.”

He pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers in, slow and deep, the other hand cupping your face like he was worshipping you, even if his eyes were glazed, lost.

“I’ll fuck the pain out of you,” he promised, lips against your neck. “And when you’re crying again, it’ll be from pleasure.”

And you let him.

Because loving Sanzu meant taking whatever version of him came home.

TL: @bontenxo @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt

A/n: I FINALLYYY got a tokyo rev post out

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