#tw: rinn

[blood-orange-juice]

Ok, there was a post I never got to write so now I don't get to post a HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT update. But I want to write it anyway.

TMI, weird personal symbolism, etc.

There's a type I rather dramatically call "people of dark water" and it's usually women. Very rarely represented in media. Almost-tricksters with some kind of important personal truth if I try to boil it down to a sentence.

They usually have been wounded by something most people never notice (canary in the mine situation) or have the privilege never to encounter, and then made it into a strength somehow.

(watch me fall for someone like that every time)

I came up with the term when I learned that in Old Irish and in Proto-Indo-European there was a distinction between clear flowing water (danu) and dark deep water (dubros in PIE, dobur in Old Irish specifically). You can still see it in places' names across Europe (Danube, Dover, etc).

In part, Childe excites me so much because he's that. He's like all the women I've ever loved except that he's a guy.

There's also a Jim White's song Still Waters which is exactly about a person of that type if you look at the lyrics. The tone of the music doesn't match at all though. His still waters are Louisiana swamps, not sea or lake depths.

And I always wondered what would a character or an irl person of that type look like.

And when Aventurine came out I sort of nodded to myself and decided that yeah, that's it. He's that type. Nice to finally have an answer.

"Still Waters" became my Aventurine song.

So imagine my surprise when I used Aventurine's overworld skill and saw a "Still waters run deep" status appear.

*pauses for a moment of incoherent shouting*

A coincidence and something about archetypes, I know. It's a popular proverb, it fits him well and there's no way someone in Hoyo even listens to Jim White. Even Americans don't know him, he's a musicians' musician.

Also I'm not sure whether a similar phrase even exists in Chinese and maybe this parallel happens only in English translation.

Still, I feel like reality just glitched ot something of that sort.

Don't you know there are projects for the dead And there are projects for the living Though I must confess sometimes I get confused by that distinction And I just throw myself into the arms Of that which would betray me. I guess to see how far Providence Will stoop down just to save me.

[mamadarama]

591 - i almost didnt do the last one but the thought of kohaku bringing madara to a family gathering to discourage them from inviting him to future ones is so so so funny

[mariondeux]

Hey hey im glad you're back!! Really i missed you so much, also pretty nazu theme! Can i request mReader with rinne where the reader is actually a spirit to pleasure someone, usually they pleasure a woman but when Rinne summoned him, he's confused what to do since he never do it with a man, so he gets a litte aggressive to Rinne and try to ran away

But eventually Rinne wrecked the Reader ass into oblivion that reader become cockdrunk and Rinne obviously made Reader into personal cock sleeve spirit for himself www

Ignore this request if it's against the rules or makes you uncomfortable! Thank you have a nice day!

- く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

— SYNOPSIS ; When you were summoned you were expecting the summoner to be a woman, but instead, you’re met with a man. Rinne is persistent, and when you try to run away he pins you down and shows you another side of pleasure.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con(???), mindbreak, cockdrunk, reader is bisexual?? Manhandling, no foreplay, rough sex, assault

WORD COUNT ; 1166

PAIRING ; Rinne Amagi x Male!Pleasure Spirit!Reader

A/N ; I think I might’ve left things out for the CW’s?? I wasn’t sure how to tag this. But, thank you, squid anon!! I’m happy you like the new Nazu theme :D

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

“You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

There you stood, wearing a primarily black latex outfit that hardly covered your body. If anything, you could’ve been mistaken for an incubus. However, you weren’t. You were a spirit whose purpose served to pleasure people. Your jaw went slack at the sight of a man in front of you. You were expecting a lady to be summoning you, not a man.

“Um, are you the one that summoned me? Or is the lady that summoned me in another room?” You placed both hands on your hips, walking around the room to hopefully look for said woman.

You let out a yelp as Rinne suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his head on top of your shoulder. “Nah, it was me that summoned ya… Now, why don’t ya do your job and show me a good time, yeah?”

You froze in your spot, nerves crawling up your body as Rinne’s calloused hands trailed across your exposed skin. You’ve never done this with a man before. You were so much more experienced with knowing how to please a woman. You’d never thought that a man would summon you. What do you do? How are you supposed to go about pleasing another man? 

“Hey, look man, I’m only good with women.” You pried his hands off of your body, backing away from him cautiously. “I don't think you’d want me to be the one to relieve you. Just summon another spirit and-“

“Why would I bother summoning another spirit when you’re right here?” Rinne persisted as he moved back towards you, pushing his fingers underneath the hem of your latex shorts.

Alarms blared in your ears as panic ran through you, pulling Rinne’s wrists away with a sudden aggressiveness as you shoved him back. “Look, I don’t wanna do this!” You yelled out, trying to pull out a device to help you back to your original world. 

Rinne stopped you before you could, grabbing your arms and placing them behind your back with more strength than you could ever muster. You let out a groan of pain, hardly having the time to register Rinne pushing your body down onto the bed. Your face was smashed into the sheets, struggling to move your head to the side to breathe in.

“Just shut up and be a good boy, yeah? I’ll fuck ya so good ya won’t ever wanna go back.” His voice lowered to a greedy, husky tone, keeping your wrists in his left hand as he tried to pry your clothes off of you. Latex wasn’t an easy material to slide off of skin. You cried out as Rinne roughly pulled your latex shorts down to your calves, leaving a red mark behind as a sign of how much he struggled to get it off of you in one swipe.

His hand engulfed one of your ass cheeks in his hand, squeezing it. He let out a low, satisfied groan as he continued squeezing your rear. His hand moved closer to your hole, his thumb circling around the rim of your asshole. “Ya sure ya never did it with a man before? Your body is so fuckin’ hot… I’m surprised another guy hasn’t jumped at the opportunity to fuck your slutty ass.”

Your face quickly warmed up at his words. You weren’t sure if you should be ashamed or if you should take his words as a compliment. You struggled underneath him, trying to pull your hips away from his hands. “S-Stop…”

Rinne shoved his thumb past the rim and inside your hole. His brows rose as he slid his thumb in and out of you. “Ya been pegged before? Or maybe you’re just lying to me and ya have been fucked in the ass by another guy before.”

Either way, this worked out for him. Your struggling in the beginning made him much more impatient, wanting to fuck you as soon as possible. You shook your head from side to side violently, determined to shoot down his statement as he pulled his thumb out of your ass. Your eyes widened as you felt something stiff prod at you from behind. You moved your head, trying your best to look over your shoulder to get a good look at what he was trying to push inside of you.

“Wait! Stop- It’s not gonna fit in!” You yelled out, trying to crawl away from Rinne, but his grip on your wrists kept you in place. Your breathing sped up as you felt nothing but dread. Rinne brushed off your pleas, letting out a drawled out groan as he pushed the tip of his cock past your rim, slowly sliding inside of you. You let out a pained cry in response, your hands balling into tight fists as you tried to bear through the terrible feeling.

“Ugh, fuck… Ya feel way better than I expected, hah… That’s a pleasure spirit for ya, huh?” He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before slapping his hips back against yours, tearing another cry out of you. He continued this slow rhythm, letting you slowly adjust around him so you could properly take him.

And before you knew it, he started fucking himself into you as his rocking increased with each thrust and his patience wore thin. His hips grinding against yours, body moving rhythmically against yours. The sight of your arms behind your back, face smashed into the bed as your sounds of agony slowly turned into moans of pleasure made his cock throb inside of you. He leaned back and grasped both of your wrists with both hands, using your arms to bounce your body against his.

“Ya feel so fucking good. Do ya regret getting fucked by me now, huh? Huh?”

“Fuck! Rinne!” Every time his hips struck yours, you panted and made choking noises. Rinne grunted, quickening and driving his cock more into your rear end each time. As the speed picked up, you arched your back. You've already lost all control of your body while in ecstasy. Your body felt warm all over, slick building up in your ass to help Rinne slide in and out of you easier. You never even realized your body could do that. Oh, but what the heck, you were a spirit made for pleasure, so of course you could lubricate yourself.. Your hair was messy and your body drenched in sweat. It was undoubtedly amazing to see. Your mouth was hanging open, wanton moans spilling out.

“Fuck- I should just keep ya for myself. Keep ya nice and full of my cum, keep ya real satisfied every day…” Rinne breathed, pounding his cock into you. You were panting like a dog by this point, letting out constant ‘Ah! Ah! Ah’s spurring Rinne, causing his pace to increase drastically.

“Yes! Yes! More, more!” You begged mindlessly, not in your right mind, to realize what you signed up for.

TAGLIST ; @exhokai @shuvies @venniin @4kumaa @ambassadoro @noahrandom @1694 @ajaints @berrycolaa @twst-rui @kytesakuma @secretivemessenger @yumixxn @maxx0inwonderland @resluv @kangdae

[sarnghoe]

# JUJUSTU KAISEN MALES WITH A SOMNOPHILIA KINK.

SYNOPSIS + which men have a somnophilia kink? which of them like to take advantage of you in your weakest state.

CAST + satoru gojo, suguru geto, fushiguro toji

CONTAINS + degradation, breeding kink, dumbification, somnophilia

DIRECTOR WANTS TO SAY + this is a repost from my old deactivated blog!! but its old so apologies for any mistakes or parts that just sounds dumb, this shit has been in the drafts for ages.

⊹ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

Gojo's a tricky one. Instead of you being the person to bring up the conversation - he was. You accepted it as a joke but after that, Gojo spent the whole day thinking about your answer. So, when it was finally nighttime, he checked if you were still asleep before carefully slipping over to you while sliding his cock out just enough. He paused once you turned over and laid on your back groaning something in your sleep. His cock ached at the sight of you, he couldn't wait anymore. Sliding your panties off, he groaned lightly at the damp spot left from your dripping cunt before he dived in. "I know your such a whore for me, thinking about me in your sleep. Let me eat you up and then fucking breed you."

⊹ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ

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Toji knows. He knows you're obsessed with him, he knows that you'd let daddy do whatever he'd like to you and you'd say thank you. So when you walked up to him out of now where and told him that he could use your body in any way even when you were sleeping - it turned him on so much that he could and wouldn't dare to decline the offer. By the time the sun had gone down, and you were fast asleep, Toji was still awake. Waiting. Once he heard the sweet sound of your snores, he took his chance and placed his head in between your thighs. Tenderly kissing your skin, he licked long stripes up and down your slick folds. As he used two fingers and stuffed them slowly into your needed hole, curling them as the sound of your soaked cunt echoed throughout the room, he felt you shift in your sleep letting out soft quiet moans. Placing his free hand on your stomach while still curling his fingers inside of you, he shushed you back to sleep. "Shhh calm down sweetheart, daddy's gonna take good care of you. Real good."

⊹ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ

Geto was so eager to get you asleep after what you had told him. Quickly using a hairband to tie his long hair up, he slipped over to your side of the bed where you were knocked out cold. His cock strained in his pants at the sight of you in his shirt with only your little panties on. Untying his sweatpants and taking his cock out until it slapped against his abdomen, he jerked himself off with his hand imagining it was the walls to your tight pussy squeezing him in before he lined himself up with your entrance and made that imagination come to pass. "You don't have to be awake baby, at least just dream about me fucking into you."

[valvarads]

@userdramas event 15: something new ↠ new month, new brainrot

KAMEN RIDER GOTCHARD 2023 - 2024

[xysible]

Swap!Five Eccentrics!!

This took me absolutely forever but I'm very proud of it,, If you count the number of stars (not dots) in each of the rectangles, there are a total of 5 in each; one big one above their head, and four small ones scattered around them, in reference to the other Eccentrics

(angst version under cut)

! contains potentially triggering imagery of: blood & suicide-related images. nothing graphic, everything is meant to be symbolic !

explanation:

Mayoi's heart breaks when Leo is turns down his script that would let the Eccentrics win the war

Rinne is silenced by fine

Nagisa isn't allowed to perform at the final live, and is instead forced to watch from the background and choose someone else to be executed

Leo volunteers and purposefully looses the final live to end the War

Sora was attacked and targetted by the student body at the beginning of the War

[hex82141a]

BAD END

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Hunger

TW: cannibalism, potential forced cannibalism, gore, experiment whumpee, lab rat whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, sadistic whumper, scientist whumper, lab whump, abandoned whumpee

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Ninety consecutive days had passed since Ruaridh's body began to change for the worse. They'd tracked this time through scratching tally marks onto the wall of their cell with their steadily growing claws, that continued growing no matter how much Ruaridh chewed at them, or Derwyn clipped and filed them down to the point they nearly looked normal.

For the most part, they'd been left alone; the door only opened for painkillers, food or routine 'check-ups' from the scientist every fortnight or so. But the painkillers shoved down their throat hardly did a thing to soothe their aches and pains, the check-ups were repetitive and quite frankly annoying, and the food was bland and tasteless and had a weird texture which Ruaridh didn't like. They'd had to resort to.. other ways to satiate their incessant hunger. The only noises they'd hear nearly every day were Derwyn's smooth voice, the gentle scratching of a pen on paper, and sometimes even rain pattering down on the roof of the building. Or what they assumed was this thing called rain — they'd never seen it before.

But today was different. Ruaridh had felt it even before the door had opened, waking them from a short-lived nap in the corner.

They watched Derwyn's boots with tired, lidded eyes as he advanced, footsteps thumping against the tiled floor. "009? You're awake, that's good." Derwyn crouched down, tipping the subject's head up with a finger and thumb. "I see you've been tracking the days, hm?"

Ruaridh couldn't respond, as always. Something about her wide, dilated eyes made Ruaridh's throat close up in fear. Instead, they nodded, wearily. Derwyn chuckled in amusement. "Anyway. I've got something fun planned for us today. A little game to take your mind off of things."

A game? The concept was foreign, though a clouded memory in their mind reminded them of a time when they were younger. Running down sterile halls in fits of laughter, gazing at vials full of strange liquids and being rewarded with something bright and sweetly tasting on a stick each time they were injected with something. Derwyn had always tried to make them happy when they were little.

Derwyn laughed again at the confusion evident in their eyes. "It's gonna be fun, don't worry. Hey, if you just do as I say, then maybe you'll get a sweet treat after. Deal?"

Ruaridh repeated the last word in a faint whisper, mimicking Derwyn's accent; which made the scientist laugh again.

"You never fail to amuse me, 009," She crooned in a sickeningly sweet tone, helping the test subject up and out of the corner. Ruaridh was much taller than him, now. "Do you think you'll be able to walk all the way there?"

Ruaridh nodded stubbornly, and they just about managed to walk to the door of the cell. One foot after the other. Left, right, left right.

The hall outside of the cell was a new sight to Ruaridh after all these years, but it was nostalgic even in its unfamiliarity. Sterile, white and cold — freezing cold. Goosebumps raised on Ruaridh's arms as Derwyn led them down the corridor, past numerous other cells. 010, 011, 012, 013, all going up the more they walked. Ruaridh had never realised there were more people like them here.

Derwyn had begun to whistle a little tune as they walked, but it ceased when she noticed them staring at the cell numbers. "009." Ruaridh recognised the chiding tone, and knew it wasn't meant to be taken as a light telling off; they immediately ripped their gaze from the cell numbers, partially using their hair to hide it from their peripheral vision.

Derwyn smirked proudly, leading them onwards. The remainder of the walk there was spent in silence, aside from the occasional noise of disapproval whenever Ruaridh got distracted.

Eventually, Derwyn led them to a door. Unlike the cells and operating rooms, this one was unlabelled, and there was some sort of commotion going on inside. The faint clanking of chains. Ruaridh shuddered at the noises, wondering what kind of poor creature was trapped in there. They remained away from the door, hesitant to even look at it, as Derwyn fished out a key from the pocket of their lab coat. A soft click indicated that the door had been opened, and they were dragged inside.

The sight was disturbing. Some kind of creature, but certainly not an animal, was bound in shackles in the centre of the room; ones around its wrists chained to the floor. It looked to be the same species of Derwyn.

Confused, their eyes snapped from Derwyn to the trapped creature multiple times. They'd never seen anyone other than Derwyn before. Ever.

Derwyn just smirked down at them; a change in their tone hinted at something now.. sinister. "See that little thing? You've never seen it before, have you?"

Ruaridh shook their head.

"You're scared of it, aren't you?"

Ruaridh nodded.

"And you're hungry, correct?"

They nodded again, but more hesitantly.

"Perfect." Much to Ruaridh's dismay, Derwyn led them to the trembling human, who stared up at them with wide, terrified eyes, but it didn't speak.

Ruaridh didn't like it. They felt horrible to see something so scared, but they knew any attempts at comforting it would end in a lack of food for at least three weeks.

"I've already kept it without food for a while, so it's weak already."

Oh.

"...And I may have done a few things to it, so thankfully it won't do any yapping whilst I explain."

Oh.

"And all I ask you to do, 009, is finish it off."

Oh.

Ruaridh couldn't help but stare incredulously at her. He was asking them to kill this poor thing? How? Why?

Derwyn raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. I'm teaching you how to protect yourself. If you see something you don't like, kill it. Understood?"

They reluctantly nodded in response, earning a little smile from the scientist.

"Good. Now, you're not gonna use any weapons for this. Those are strictly for my hands only; we've been over this. Use your claws, your teeth — take a bite and see how it tastes. I know you're hungry, I haven't fed you yet. How about you try something new today?"

Ruaridh responded with a small noise, a slight whimper. Their own voice sounded strange to their own ears, accent thick, and strong, and unfamiliar. "Do I have to..?"

"Yes. I'm teaching you something valuable. I'm doing you a favour here, 009." She nudged them forward with a soft push. "Get on with it."

Despite being what they could only assume was an adult now, they felt like a little kid. A conflicted, scared child. Wanting to do as they're supposed to, but also wanting to structure their own decisions by making their own choices because the orders just don't sit right with them. They didn't want to kill this poor, poor creature, but.. Derwyn told them to.

Crouching down, they inspected the bound creature. They indeed looked frail, and colour was drained from their face. Wide eyes staring in a silent plea to be spared, but Ruaridh just couldn't do that; they weren't allowed to.

"Your heightened senses allow you to hear things normal creatures cannot, at a much farther distance than what's natural. Of course, it will grow stronger from now, since these past few months have only been the beginning." Derwyn walked up to the right of Ruaridh, crouching as well. With a latex gloved hand, she led their hand to be placed on the person's chest. "You can feel their heart beating now, but can you hear it?"

They could. If they focused enough, they could hear the frantic fluttering of the creature's heart; an incessant thumping, synced with the vein beneath their palm. Loud like the buzzing of a bee and quick like the flutter of a hummingbird's wings.

"When it gets irritating, figure out how to make it stop. Be as messy as you want; I'll even clean it up for you."

Ruaridh was hardly listening by now, staring at their own hand as Derwyn removed his. After a couple moments, the thumping did, indeed, grow annoying. And they were sure it showed in their expression, because Derwyn chuckled, who was standing well away beside a small cabinet, clipboard and pen in hand.

Ruaridh only seemed to stop being so focused when they heard the creature whimper and it began to squirm. Pulling their hand back, they noted the small puncture holes in its tattered shirt, and blood staining the tips of their claws. The thumping was there still, but just a little quieter. But Derwyn's smile faded. "Why did you stop, 009?"

"I.. I didn't mean to—"

"I don't care!" She snapped, walking over with long strides. "You were starting off good. You just have to not let the sight of a bit of blood stop you." They pulled on a fistful of their hair, tugging it upwards so Ruaridh had no choice but to look up. "Kill it. I don't care how long it takes. Take your time, make it quick, I couldn't care less; just do it. Am I understood, 009?"

Nodding frantically seemed to please them, for Ruaridh was released. Derwyn then unlocked the chains that held the creature's shackles down, before returning to the drawer. With the scientist's eyes on them, they had no choice but to get on with it. Already the thing was trying to stand, but Ruaridh held it down before it could get too far. They returned their hand to where it had been, sinking their claws into the creature's chest. A pained gasp turned into a yelp the further they sank them in, and Ruaridh soon had to use both of their hands.

Before they could comprehend what they were doing, they were ripping into its chest. Wild eyes focused on nothing but the steadily bleeding, mangled torso beneath them. One hand after the other, digging and digging and digging, until finally they were met with bone. Their own actions became a blur of crimson, and when they finally grew aware of their surroundings, and more so what they'd just done, a hardly beating heart was held tenderly in their bloodied palm.

Ruaridh’s heart stopped. They hadn't realised how far they'd gone until now, and already they felt nauseous. They glanced up, meeting a rather amused Derwyn, who nodded encouragingly.

They continued more hesitantly. They didn't know whether or not it was dead, but it was certainly not conscious; the screaming had stopped though, which they were glad for, but now the room was too quiet. The heart was warm in their hand, each thump slow and shallow. They really were hungry.

As much as it was wrong, they couldn't resist it. Sinking their fangs into the heart, something warm and metallic coating their tongue. Derwyn just watched with a growing grin as they dug into their ‘meal’. Startlingly, Ruaridh found it tasting quite nice. It was warm, which was unusual, but welcome. They were disgusted that it tasted at least decent.

They couldn't handle more than a bite before whimpering and dropping the thing, a soft sob drawing Derwyn's attention off of the clipboard.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” They cried — pleaded? Sobbed? Begged? They didn't know; were they saying this just out of guilt, or were they asking to be forgiven for doing such a thing to this harmless, unique creature? — as they lowered their crimson hands to lift the body as if talking to it, grasping onto the cold, fragile flesh in an awkward attempt at a hug. It was their first try, but they believed it was good enough.

Derwyn watched the scene with growing intrigue, scribbling something else down on the clipboard. It was good enough for now. “You really should be getting used to killing soon, 009.”

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Maybe Ruaridh had gotten used to killing after all.

Ripping into the flesh of a little deer they’d found, defenceless and oblivious to the large humanoid pouncing on it, making sure to be gentle as they munched on the meat inside. They didn't bother with the organs. That part made them nauseous.

They couldn't help but feel bad, despite how desensitised they were to the taste of blood in their mouth, to the feeling of crimson painting their fingertips. None of the creatures they'd killed deserved to die, but they had to live one way or another, right? Having to die to help them survive was a sad, cruel fate, but they didn't want to starve.

A small, sad sigh escaped their bloodied lips, staring down at the gorgeous little creature they had to sacrifice. Dawn was just beginning to arrive, the sun just about peeking across the horizon through the trees.

“I'm sorry.”

The feather remained securely at their side, still as pristine as when they found it.

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UARAD Taglist: N/A

[seakicker]

i am literally throbbing and would love to know ur thoughts on rinne having a breeding kink???? listen he’s supposed to be the next chief to his village im sure they taught him that he needs to be prepared to make an heir so when he finally starts he’s just doing whatever he can to knock a girl up like it’s literally a challenge for him and he loves it lol

rinne breeding kink content… the nostalgia…. i love it

my thoughts are a resounding YES because who’s better for breeding kink content than someone with a real external incentive to create a future heir? like someone who’s part of a distinguished family and has a duty to keep their bloodline going, someone with a massive business who wants to ensure their market share never dwindles, that sort of thing... this idea of "i need to secure an heir" trickles down from generation to generation and so it certainly isn't lost on rinne; he's an heir himself so of course he understands the importance of making one.

slightly crack maybe but breeding also gets him going as a form of chance-- forgoing condoms on the days immediately preceding and succeeding your planned ovulation day, all that jazz. it's a fun little gamble and the way your eyes widen in a sort of frantic terror when he finishes inside is just too cute to resist, yknow?

[unhappytimeleaper]

how would crazy:b react to reader hanging out with a male friend? separate headcanons pls. 

Requested by anonymous 

Word count: 6,800+ 

So I’m the first to admit, I don’t really like crazy:b compared to other groups. I don’t hate them, but out of every group they are the one I pay the least attention to. Part of that means,, I don’t know the members very well— at least contrasted to other characters. Specifically for Rinne and HiMERU; Rinne is one of my least favorite characters and while I like HiMERU, he’s a hard character to write for due to hidden complexities he holds. Every time I thought I had a grasp on what to write I started second guessing myself, and you can tell Rinne’s is written differently to the others since I wasn’t sure what I was going for yet. Oh well. I tried looking through some old stories but it was a pain trying to dig some of them up, so I’m going off of what I remember. I hope this turns out okay. In the mean time I’m hoping to familiarize myself with some of the characters in crazy:b more.

Also, I started a new job which is why this [and many other requests] might be slower. Well, correctly, I did start a new job and after one day quit because it was such a mess. I’m looking somewhere else for another job but until I get used to the routine writing might be a little slow. 

Crazy:B members; unedited. Gender Neutral reader.

Warnings; jealousy, stalking, threats, manipulation, guilt tripping, violence, implied murder, death. It’s the whole nine yards, go in with general warning.

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

Amagi Rinne

One of the biggest things is how much of a pain Rinne can be. As direct as he is, life is a game, and so is winning you. He’s exceptionally possessive; it’s clear to everyone but knows with romance, that’s not how you win. Just as that, he wants you to come to him; only this often backfires if you have no romantic interest in him, although he believes it is just luck and sometime his plan will work out. Much like gambling, if he throws his affection at you enough times, the message will get across at some point, and you’ll submit to his love.

However, that’s not it. Rinne knows you can’t put all your eggs in one basket when gambling. One of the ways he does this is by acting as if he is pursuing others— while he never does it, Rinne knows how jealous he can get. He thinks if he says he does it enough, you’ll get annoyed or jealous that you’ll come running to him and confess.

Rinne can barely manage the effort you put in with other units and forget about interacting with other staff if he catches your sight. What is just a general friendship for you, Rinne sees as you getting back for his lies. Yeah, a taste of his own medicine, he guesses. Luck seemed to backfire this time, but that doesn’t mean you can just get away with it either.

For a while, Rinne becomes more overbearing and pestering, which is a feat you likely don’t want to unlock. Chaos follows you and what once was at minimum aggressive flirting [aka marriage proposals and arm wrapped around your body] becomes those you need to be communicating with avoiding you due to the clinginess Rinne exudes. Every person outside of the other units you meet he threatens as being your new ‘friend.’ Half of it is anger that he let you out of his sight for a few minutes, and now you’re basically dating someone else, which mainly comes off as passive-aggressive teasing. Thankfully Rinne doesn’t really seem to understand the concept of being quiet; even more around you, if you can manage to sneak away from his overbearing presence, you have a personal alarm letting you know when he gets close.

Durning what you considered to be the peak of his clinginess, you found it’d probably be best to try to minimize a friendship through texts or if you really wanna risk it, a call. Rinne’s possessiveness when simply talking to others at work is nearly palpable. Things would become very bad for both of you when Rinne meets the actual person you called ‘a friend’. One of the benefits you’ve had so far is him thinking you’re just playing the same game he is. A delusional mindset that you caught onto his attempts to make you jealous, and this was you playing his own game. Eventually, you’d crack and come clean, then he’d be able to properly punish you for tossing your relationship to the side to bring out his emotions. How cruel could you be to have him keep losing his luck? He knew the gamble of romance was hard, marriage being the ultimate win, but his luck shouldn’t be running this low.

If you do it in person, either try to explain why you can’t hang out anymore, or they worry and contact you again, so you meet again; things are gonna get messy. See, the nice thing about idols is they often have their own stuff. As poorly as he treats part of his idol life, Rinne does have to attend to it and can’t always drag you along. Plus, Rinne, no matter what, loves to live his life on his whims, and that will always lead him back to one of his favorite activities. Gambling. Typically you have a few hours in which it’s best to use this to grind out your work with other units, but they’ll survive. You’d meet your friend at your favorite cafe, try to quickly explain around the issue. That work was wild right now, and groups were pulling you left and right. There were a few co-workers you had demanding your full attention, and you didn’t want to just leave your friend hanging if you couldn’t answer messages or meet up anymore. The less you explained about Rinne’s clinginess, the better. Think of it as a protective measure since Rinne tended to be a wild card.

Don’t be silly tho, of course, Rinne would know your favorite spots! Seeking you out after having spent a few hours gambling, he likely would be wandering the street, peeking into all of your favorite shops/cafes for you. Upon approaching the cafe you and your friend had been chatting at, you’d probably be alerted to Rinne’s presence from the start. Loud is nearly his only mode; the second he steps into the cafe, you can hear his boisterous laugh– tho it’s quickly cut short seeing the man sitting across from you. This wasn’t a joke? You really were seeing someone, guess that’s why his toss of luck in romance was so poor. At least this was an easy solution; Rinne was an intimidating person and quite strong. An easy target to remove, once he’s out of the picture, things should appear in his favor.

Stomping up to the table, Rinne grabs your arm, pulling you up from the table and into his arms. Leaning over, he plants a kiss on your cheek– glaring at your friend and, frustratingly for you, gathering the attention of the rest of the cafe. Even asking for him to step back likely does nothing; rolling your eyes, you can try everything to explain to Rinne. You’re just meeting your friend on your break, but it’s hard to convince him of anything else once his mind is set. In the hope of not messing with Crazy:B’s reputation and calming down the fire head, your best luck is to drag him from the shop, profusely apologizing to your friend.

Due to his upbringing, it’s easy for Rinne to overpower you and drag you into the alley. It only takes a second for him to move you into a headlock, demanding you tell him everything. How long where you gonna keep sneaking around, dating someone behind his back? Did you really think toying with him was fun? Did it make you feel special getting attention from someone else? If you really wanted to date someone, why not him? Bigger than his anger, his sadness was tangible in his voice. For as bright as Rinne is, it’s strange to him to lose the wild joy of often held. It’s a quick reminder that you truly seem to not know much about Rinne beyond what he wants people to perceive. Although it’s hard to speak with the grip he has around your body, you’re able to squeak out that he was just a friend. Swearing that you weren’t dating– you never even considered it. Not like you had time, and you did care for your friend but couldn’t consider him a partner. Rinne heard what he wanted regardless; you cared for this other guy. Even now, if you didn’t like this other man, the more variables added a bigger chance for his loss with romance. Letting go of your neck, Rinne would grasp your arm and pull you to the ES building. Similar to before, it’s easier to go in silence– hopefully giving time to Rinne to calm down and for you to think. Frustratingly, you will have to figure out how to sort out Rinne’s outburst as part of your job, the gambling habits were terrible enough to tack this on as a ‘scandal.’

Once back at the build, Rinne would shove you into a meeting room, the walk doing nothing to calm down his running emotions. One final chance to calm him down, to have your friendship spared until you could sort this out with Rinne later. This wasn’t the time to ride the high horse or even try to be logical; you knew Rinne could take down your friend in an instant and wouldn’t hesitate to do so. You knew the second he was done dealing with your friend, you’d be on the side of his punishment. Wrapping your arm around him and mustering words into your dry mouth, you begin to plead to him. You’re sorry, really, you didn’t mean it. Just please… leave him out of it. He didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one playing him. Yes… you were just trying to make him jealous. After all he spends so much of his life on a whim– if you made Rinne jealous, then he’d stop running around gambling and spend more time with you. [Which isn’t a whole lie, as much of a pain as Rinne could be, you hoped with his infatuation you could use it to curve his gambling and focus into his idol work as more Crazy:B work meant more time you had to invest in their group.] It didn’t matter. No matter how much you grovel and throw away any pride for the sake of saving your friend, it wouldn’t change. Rinne ruffed your hair but pushed you off him. He told you not to move from the office, slamming the door behind him.

You never really learned what Rinne did to your friend. To be honest, you didn’t know if he even survived or if Rinne beat him to death. You didn’t know much about Rinne’s history, nor Hiiro’s, but you were well aware of how tough they were. You knew Rinne knew how to fight, and no matter tough your friend was, Rinne wanted to win and there was no stopping him once he started. Your heart ached; no matter what, it was easier to convince yourself that Rinne just scared them off with his personality than having done something permanent. Not like you could bring it up to him; Rinne wouldn’t stand you mentioning anything related to him. He considered it too big of a dip in his luck, a jinx if you mentioned it. Plus, the past is past for a reason– you must focus on the future to survive with him. Specifically the future you’ll have with him. It was also a great message to remind you that friendships like that won’t be treated as easily as you got off last time.

HiMERU

There is one benefit HiMERU has over all his other unit mates, and it’s his mystery. Even with his more brutish and harsh speaking manner at times, HiMERU can be a great confidant for you. Especially with work, given how he presents himself as a veteran of the industry. Due to this, you really have become closer to the strange blue-haired idol. It does benefit both of you in a way, although HiMERU does seem to get the better end of the benefit. Mainly given, regardless of how close you’ve become, HiMERU remained an enigma at best. Really, you don’t know him at all as a person but rather a persona he shows off. It doesn’t matter what you gain from the conversation with him since merely speaking with you gives nearly all the answers he needs to gain information about you. And if it doesn’t, his personality and deduction skills allow him to easily manipulate others for information.

Even though some form of closeness has been created with HiMERU, you still try to try to keep some level of professionalism. Much like how HiMERU tries to keep his persona in front of you, you do your best to match the same energy. Of course, you have a bit more leniency, but for the most part, you don’t try to bring up your friends outside of the company to idols. It was similar with your friend, you had known him for a while now, but you tried to not talk about your work with idols. Mainly just so that you didn’t disclose anything personal or behind-the-scenes work going on. People knew what you were up to, yet not directly the idol groups you often associated with.

Really, HiMERU couldn’t be more content so far with his relationship with you. He likely couldn’t really consider something like a traditional relationship. Not when he is HiMERU. As much as it’s a battle between himself, his true self, he’s not going to ruin the life he had built just for a romance. Contentment is what he’s seeking. Content with knowing what you’re doing, with how much time he can squeeze in while you’re stuck at the company, and the details of your life he can pick up from conversations. You’d be surprised at how many little things he’s learned when you help out his unit and even more the things around the office. He didn’t love all of it; specifically, the attention Rinne would get from you at work, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Although you swore, HiMERU’s snarkiness came out far more than before when you had to do group work with Crazy:B.

Speaking to another staff member, HiMERU could see your joy on a particular topic. Not quite close enough to catch, but enjoy for the jealous go plant itself in his mind and heart. Was it this staff member you suddenly had an interest in? Or something else. He clicked his tongue and waited for you to run off after another project. With the opportunity, HiMERU could stride up to the other coworker and ask what was going on. It wasn’t fully clear, but from what he gathered, you had plans for the evening. Clearly not alone either by how your coworker phrased it. It was annoying, how you did talk to him reminded him you had a life outside of ES. Outside of idols… outside him. HiMERU played the idea of perfection anyway. What more could you want.

But it was true, your friend was meeting you after work. You hadn’t seen him in a while, both of your careers pulling in opposite directions. It wasn’t anything significant, just going out for the evening and wandering around, yet you couldn’t help but be excited enough to share it with someone. For the rest of the day, your excitement was nearly caught on by everyone in the building. For simplicity, your friend was just going to swing by the building where you would meet up with him.

HiMERU did his best to not let it bother him. He tried focusing on his work and off-handed tasks Crazy:B needed to get done while Rinne was off doing whatever he did. But every time he sat down, his mind couldn’t focus. What frustrated him the most was the worry of where his HiMERU started and where he started— one of his biggest fears of having others find out about his real-life identity beginning to collide with you being taken away. HiMERU wasn’t the type to get this way, but he was. Gladly his fears were kept internal, and his calmness could be maintained externally. Rumored had it that you were meeting this stranger in front of the building, a good starting point.

HiMERU managed to hang out in the lobby; for a building filled with idols, it was plenty of great hiding spots. Concerning, but useful. He found the perfect place to watch as some guy entered the building, and quickly you ran up to him. It was a tug on his heart; you running off with another man. Something he wouldn’t be able to experience, at least for years unless he wanted to disappear long enough for people to forget about HiMERU. At some point he knew you were bound to move on without him. Although he now had a face, one piece of the puzzle needed to stop this.

The rest of the night, HiMERU managed to get online and use what little he could find on you. Idols mainly weren’t permitted to have personal social media, but you were as long as you were able to keep the stuff with your career offline. It was luckily a small account, although easy to find despite HiMERU’s struggle with social networks. The stabbing in his chest started again, this time noticing all the fun you had without them— without him. How many times did this reminder need to keep coming back to haunt him today. It took a few tries, but soon enough, he was able to find that strange man you ran off with through mutal photos and tags.

There wasn’t much; he only bothered learning the basics. He was close to your age, met not long ago over a similar hobby, and had a job that kept him quite busy. The rest didn’t matter. He didn’t matter. You had everything you needed here at ES, right? The people here, him; weren’t they better? More interesting? HiMERU didn’t understand; he didn’t understand.

Honestly, it was a wonderful night for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you could take your mind off work (took your friend a few reminders) and simply relax with people outside of ES. As much as you loved the idols, it sometimes was nice to be around… normal people. Plus, you woudln’t give up the job for anything else, but it could be suffocating at times. You went home and could only think about the next time you could meet up. Crossing your fingers, you could only hope it was quicker than the last break.

Days passed, then weeks. At first, you hoped that things had just gotten busy for him, you have also become a lot busier in the last few weeks too. Yet you couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed that he didn’t reach out. At all. Everything seemed to go radio silent. Nothing had been off that night you hung out; even when you said goodnight, everything had been on good terms. It was pretty easy for the idols to pick up on how upset you were, even with trying to keep positive morale around work. It was nice to have the sympathies from the majority of the idols you worked with, but nothing could shake the aching you felt. You felt some comfort when HiMERU approached you. A calming presence surrounded you, something you felt whenever he was around. As his hand placed calmly on your shoulder, he sat beside you, extending a certain level of peace to your frantic mind.

You groaned, as much as you tried to keep things separate from work and personal life, you carefully leaned into HiMERU’s touch. You complained about this friend you were close with suddenly dropping contact. How even the few messages you sent were being completely ignored across every platform. He never seemed like the type to just downright drop you, sure, there had been periods where you didn’t talk, but generally it was only a week at most and always followed with an explanation. It just hurt to feel so disposable. You apologized for rambling— HiMERU said it was fine, just a cruel comment directed to your friend that you’ve only heard HiMERU refer to Rinne. But HiMERU did his best to use the calming persona he held to soothe your emotions. Couldn’t this be for your benefit as well? Things have gotten so busy here, and there are so many groups that need your help, especially Crazy:B. Not that you were only a tool for work, HiMERU didn’t want to imply that. It’s just you have so many great friends here… and there are always other people you can meet. Shoudn’t you focus on that instead?

It wasn’t like there was anyone to come help find out that HiMERU decided to interfere. That the next day HiMERU went to your friend’s workplace for a quick chat. No, he didn’t go so far as to threaten your friend; HiMERU did have an image to uphold. It was easy though, to convince your friend that clearly there was a reason you two rarely saw each other, right? Maybe you just weren’t as interested in a friendship with him anymore; being surrounded by unique idols every day makes it hard to connect with such average people. He was just weighing you down. Maybe it was best if he gave you some space, at least until after the next set of events were finished. HiMERU was glad, problem-solving could sometimes be so easy with his deduction skills to manipulate others, he was just pleased that with a few words, a simple rift would form. It was so remove the threats to his perfect image of how it should be.

Shiina Niki 

Dealing with Niki had always been the easiest part of working with crazy:b. Still is. As long as you provided snacks, he’d sit still and get the work done that you needed. Although you knew that this wasn’t a career path he wanted, Niki did seem a lot more cooperative when you were involved. Part of you assumed it’s because you actively indulged in your own funds for Niki’s snacks, he seemed like the type you could easily by your way into his heart with enough food. You did care for Niki as a friend, but the snack funds mainly the fact that you need all the focus you could get from three-fourths of Crazy:B if you wanted to get anything completed.  

Even if Niki didn’t fully understand the emotions lurking inside his heart, you did. He was an intense person, constantly seeking you out for new food or snacks to try. The constant dazing out in conversations, even halfway through eating— clearly something not related back to his food issues. You sure it wasn’t your imagination either, yet you could swear that he took every chance he could to become closer. Not that Niki minded; he was nervous to admit the new feelings that started to appear, but it was fairly apparent that the chef had a more than a small crush on you. Thankfully as silly as it was, it was something he didn’t quite get, which made it easier for you to pretend you didn’t know. Niki wasn’t necessarily an idiot with love, but it was even with his previous shuffle unit it was not something he was familiar enough with to act on it. Idol and staff weren’t supposed to mingle in that way to start, but you didn’t want to overcomplicate the work you had to with Crazy:B anymore than it already existed as.

Luckily, as much as you appreciated Niki’s company [and food he made], it was a stroke of luck that you rarely had to interact with him at work. You often ended up seeing him more when you would go to Café Cinnamon, but since he was on the clock, he rarely had time to stop by and chat. Until his… little crush… passed you assume this method was for the best. As if it could last forever, Niki, as sweet as he was, tended to have a one-track mind with food from experience, and eventually with enough space, you could redirect him to that. Or at least reign him into his idol career. Not the best thing you could do but some things have to be done.

Through all the stress and exhaustion, you were most thankful for one of the friend you had made in school, who had followed you as you transitioned into your career. It was something you were highly grateful for as the majority of your friendship had fizzled as you entered the workforce. Despite not having the same amount of time to meet, you did your best to meet for lunch as often as you could— a tradition started in school that you tried to keep up with every few weeks. The plan was to meet up at Café Cinnamon; not your first pick, but your friend pleaded and pleaded to try their food.

Somehow, the idea of taking your friend to where Niki worked made your stomachs do flips. It’s not like you had anything to hide or worry about; you weren’t dating him nor your friend. You weren’t leading either on too, so it shouldn’t be an isse. You had every right to go to Café Cinnamon as everyone else! Besides, Niki might not even be working, and even if he was a chef rarely came to the front of the house for long periods of time. Not like he was allowed to stop and overly socialize with you then.  

Niki was busy, sitting at the table for an upcoming meeting for Crazy:B. Not only was Rinne running late as usual; you weren’t here, giving little reason for him to give a damn about whatever the needed to complete. All he could think of was his next meal and, if anyone knew where you were— two birds with one stone if he could grab you for a lunch ‘date.’  He had been thinking of a new recipe all day just for you. It wasn’t until a sharp tug of his hair pulled him from his thought. Whining, Niki glared up at the redhead for ruining his daydreams. Of course! Rinne should have picked up on it sooner; his dear friend had a crush on that staff person who always brought snacks.

Crush? A crush? No, no, that seemed complicated and… Niki wouldn’t know how to even go about handling it. Rinne let out his piercing laugh, pulling his dear friend into a tight hug, digging his hand into his locks. Ahh,, stressing the simple stuff. Niki could feel his cheeks burning up as Rinne went on, but as much as he hated taking advice from someone like him, there was some logic to what he was saying. As the meeting finally was able to start, Niki was able to one problem solved, but as his stomach grumbled, he just couldn’t wait for his shift at Café Cinnamon to begin so he could snack on some food. Meetings really sucked when you weren’t around. And once his shift was over, he could make something special to share his feelings with you! It was a perfect plan, though Niki would die if anyone outside of Crazy:B found out he was getting romance advice from Rinne. Having to rely on him so much was always something he hated showcasing.

Cooking today, Niki was more excited than usual. He was always his brightest when he was in the kitchen, but even today, the other co-workers noticed something was different. When asked about it, all Niki could say was he had an extra special dish to make. It wasn’t until he heard your voice very faintly from the seating area. Niki could feel his heart beat even more erratically; he wasn’t sure if he could do this yet. He peeked his head, catching your frame as you followed someone to a table… wait. Someone else? Was he already too late? Was all that kindness you extended just to mess with him? Lead him on? Rinne did say there was likely some competition he’d have to face [just like with gambling]. He wished Rinne would use a different metaphor… if he equated it to food maybe, he’d understand it all a little better. He could feel his heart pull and twist seeing you here with another man. Seeing you smile and laugh at someone else. It was almost like a trance. For the first time, he didn’t feel the aching hunger he usually did— rather, just an emptiness. All his daydreams for the morning had been of going out to eat with you… you bringing him snacks at practice… him cooking you special meals [ones he’d never share for anyone else]. Everything was collapsing.

Like a ghost, he moved through the kitchen. If the other staff thought he was acting strangely before, the sudden switch in moods was far more concerning. If being honest, Niki wasn’t even necessarily sure what happened. It was like when he didn’t have enough to eat, and things became hazy, only this time he was sure he was full from snacking on scraps from his earlier dishes. Before he knew it, the dishes for you and… that person… were wished and ready to be taken out. Niki grabbed the two plates and moved to the front of the house, gliding across the room to your seats.

You tried to play off seeing Niki as normal as you could, but even with a slight glance, it was easy to tell something was throwing him off his game. You tried to be friendly, something that instantly made him light up. You still paid attention to him. He was still in this game! Trying to play things off, you did your best to introduce Niki to your friend. How he was so excited to try Niki’s cooking. So you weren’t dating now, just friends. But how long before friends turned into going out to his favorite place to eat and you coming in every day with this man rubbing it in that you were with someone else eating the food he was pouring all your love into cooking! You did your best to ignore his sour glance, but it seemed to come as quickly as it went. Once more, you thanked him for the dish and apologized for taking up so much of his time while at work. You could see him linger for a second, quickly adding that you’d see him around soon— right? You agreed, of course you’d seem him around at work. That seemed to work as the grey-haired man slinked back into the kitchen. It was such a strange sight to see the once cheerful man so deep in his emotions, but you worried anything you got involved in would only make things worse given the circumstances.

The rest of the lunch seemed quite uneventful. Niki didn’t make another reappearance, but you thought it was for the best. Hopefully, today’s issues could pass, and tomorrow, the fun, bright, albeit hungry Niki would be back. You’d give it a few days anyway before you sent Rinne to talk to him. Although that plan may need some revisions, you still had time to think about it. But it never seemed to follow through, it appeared quickly you were pulled in plenty of directions. Work suddenly picked up, Niki, when not at the cafe, seemed to be following you around even more with random food-quest, and worst, you’re friend seemed to have gotten quite sick. You knew it had something to do with the lunch Niki served the other day. Not on purpose– never on purpose. Food was Niki’s life, literally, and no matter how he felt, he never would have done something to ruin a dish.

Another day, another invite. Niki came running up to you with a lunch he had made. You knew at some point you couldn’t keep running away from him. Beside, what was the chance him having another… episode… like that one day and giving you some sort of food posioning. Accepting, you were surprised as Niki took you out of the building to a secluded area of the rooftop garden. It felt as if it came out of no where, but somehow the plethora of food he had made lined the area you were taking up. All of this felt strange. That you shouldn’t have accepted. Niki was sitting closer than usual anyway, leaning in and offering you to try bites of the dishes he had made. Made just for you! As you nibbled on what he provided, Niki quickly devoured the food. A positive sign that he was going to accidentally poison you– though Niki seemed to have an iron stomach, so maybe it wasn’t a good sign. You had to ask; for confirmation for of your worries. Did Niki have something to do with your friend’s sickness?

He was so sad, nearly in tears. He promised it was an accident. Niki didn’t even know what happened! Like something possessed him. He promised, swore, practically throwing himself on your lap. Niki was back to that strange attitude from a few days ago, and all you could do was comfort him. You promised to not tell anyone, he didn’t need his cooking career damaged by one faulty mistake; Niki just needed to be more careful. A lot more careful. Niki knew it was only a temporary solution. Your friend couldn’t stay sick forever, but by then, he could make his move and a more permanent reminder that you were his. Soon enough, all his daydreams were coming true. This was just the start of his perfect life…

Oukawa Kohaku

Working in two groups had a lot of struggles. Double the work, double the hours, double the meetings, double the practices. Though there was one positive Kohaku could place. Double the time with you. After all, work did drag the two of you apart far more often than he would appreciate, but unlike others he had more reason to seek you out for help.

It was sorta cute, at least in the sense of how friends tend to complement each other. Or a sibling. You knew Kohaku didn’t need a lot of saving or protection, despite his lack of knowledge of the real world, but some part of you did worry about him more than you let on. Sure, Kohaku was mature. Likely one of the most mature idols you worked with, yet that maturity seemed to the only extent so far from the everyday world. Every time the old-fashioned pinknette did his best to locate you [something you swore he a knack for], you caved and did your best to help him with whatever task presented itself. Was it the best for you to play favorites… probably not, but it didn’t get in the way of your actual work, so you assumed it was fine.

Besides, just as much as you felt you needed to help Kohaku, you also felt the need to watch him. Not in a creepy way, but rather, the mysterious background you came from made it feel like you had to pay extra attention. He wasn’t the only one— Hiiro, Rinne, Mayoi… all of them you felt the need to make sure their complex pasts kept them out of trouble in the modern world.

Kohaku wasn’t necessarily dumb; he knew his upbringing affected his social skills. He knew he didn’t understand things the same way as others, but all of this had to mean something? The way you treated him was different than others. He cares about you too, in a way that is different from others. Kohaku knew it was wrong. The life of an idol and staff shouldn’t overlap romantically. Even if he was freer now from his childhood, he was expected to follow the rules. To obey. Though he didn’t want to stop. If anything, it could be like one of those classical plays of forbidden love. The ideas made his heart race.

Kohaku knew precisely how this would play out. Traditional stories and his family all had generational romances, sure, it would need to be adapted a little to the modern era, but most things could be kept the same. His first task as he was taught was learning about the target. It wasn’t hard for him to sneak into your company files, and social media was a great tactic to learn more about your casual life that the documents wouldn’t provide. When he could squeeze it in between jobs, he did his best to follow you around and gather in-person information, small things he could surprise you with. Gift-giving always won the hearts of many of the beloved in his stories, perhaps it would work on you too. It wasn’t until following you around one day the worst could have happened. You were out, sitting on a bench on the phone. Due to work, you often had to pick up calls from other companies or employees, but this one was different; Kohaku could tell based on your reactions. He knew you weren’t dating anyone, that was a benefit, but his heart burned with anger at the idea of competition. Two pursuers weren’t uncommon in stories, but it posed a threat he couldn’t bear to try to beat out in his current state.

Lingering, he was glad to be able to pick up on some more information. By how you spoke, you knew this person for a long time, you two rarely saw each other despite it only being a half-hour commute between each other, and you spoke to them so fondly. This went beyond the usual kindness seen at ES or those you worked with. You were often happy at work, or at least put on a facade you were but never like this. It stung; you were supposed to talk to him like this. Not like how you spoke to Mama… to Niki and HiMERU… to him…

Both of you returned to ES not long after your call had ended. As Kohaku approached you, it took everything he could manage to bite his tongue. Who were you on the phone with? You knew Kohaku had a snippy side, but it was rarely directed at you. How did he know you were on the phone as well? That was a good two blocks from the ES building, something you tried to do on purpose. It was easy to play it off, there was something that needed to be picked up from a shop a few blocks away for something Crazy:B was working on and Kohaku was the only one free. He had gotten lost on his way and instead just decided to come back to the building, having someone else pick up the order later. He saw you on the phone and was just wondering— there wasn’t any harm in his curiosity, right? It wasn’t the first time you indulged Kohaku in your personal life, you tried to not make it a habit, but every once in and a while couldn’t have lasting damages. Besides, Kokahu was mature; he knew not to blab about it to everyone. You explained one of your long-time best friend was going to be coming down to the area near here. He didn’t live far but working late into the night had caused some problems with . It was great to think of things to do, places to take him. Sure, things had to be kept a little strict, given you still had work but that didn’t mean you couldn’t make the most of your time with him.

Kohaku blanked out the second you said his name and that he was coming down for a week. A week of you distracted from work, even if you were here. Thirty minutes wasn’t long. It would be easy. Man, Kokahu was so thankful for the internet.

The following days seemed to go smoothly both for you and Kohaku. Well, it was until you got a call at work about your friend. His mother was calling, and for a second, you froze up. Everything went blank in your mind… all you could remember was sobbing on the floor with a few idols rushing to your side. Honestly, you couldn’t recall who was there; even now, all your thought were filled in a hazy fog. His mom had called to inform you of his passing, but they weren’t sure how or why. He was a standup guy, well-liked both in and out of school. Apparently, walking home from work, he was attacked, dragged into an alley late at night. Someone had found his body the following day which was swiftly identified. The company had offered a little bit of time taken off to gather yourself, but work was just too busy… no… this was for the best. Something to take your mind off it. And it was nice to be surrounded by friends, well, coworkers, but you were close to many of them and you could feel all of them doing their best to cheer you up.

You weren’t hungry. Really your appetite had been struggling the last few days, but you knew you had to keep taking care of yourself. You found an empty office room and prodded at your food. It even came as a shock when something touched your arm, pulling you from your daze. Kohaku had rested his hand gently over your poking at the dish. He didn’t feel bad. Even seeing your tear-stained face, he was just glad that that pest wasn’t coming. And this was his moment. What better than to be the hero that jumps in and saves the love interest. Heart pounding against his ribs, he knew things would all work themselves out with time and that he could remove anyone [within reason] who could come between them. Cupping your cheek in his hand, he leaned with a chaste kiss against the corner of your lips.

[blood-orange-juice]

Maybe I should stop making longing my whole personality.

[wataeichis]

no baby amagis any time soon

[mizurko]

too busy with comms so hi have this old cannibal niki drawing

[whats-up-pop]

Incubus Rinne x M!Reader!!

A/N:what's up with people liking an incubus💀 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

NSFW 18+ Also females please dont interact.

TW:The R-word is here, drugs, making out, public sex, cum and etc.

Your Demon☆

You are still at a convience store, working. You are just closing at 3 AM. You were pretty exhausted after working for so long. You were almost about to close, but suddenly a man with long and unruly red hair with blue eyes suddenly walks in the store. 'Damn it.. I was so close to going back home... I wonder what this customer wants. He looks pretty cool.' You thought to yourself. "Okay sir, what do you want?" You asked him. "Well... I came here for something more. The name's Rinne Amagi by the way..." Rinne said as he locks the door. 'What is he doing now? Why is he locking the door?' You thought. "You can't escape me now." Rinne said as he pinned you to the wall. What is he doing? Rinne proceeds to kiss you forcefully. You moan silently as his tongue enters your mouth. "W-What're you doing? W-What do you n-need?". You asked him. "Well you see... I am an incubus. I only visited you here just for fucking, not buying food." The incubus said. You got confused on what he said. He proceeds to slowly take your clothes off, revealing a nice toned body. You secretly pulled out your phone from the pocket. You started to record everything and then placed your phone on the table. Rinne was too busy kissing you that he didnt notice him being recorded. Rinne breaks the kiss then goes on to your neck just to nibble and lick it. "Your neck is the most valuabe and vulnerable spot~ This is why the neck is my favourite spot~" Rinne noticed that you didn't like it, so he fed you some date rape drugs. You felt so light-headed that you fell down to the store floor. Rinne saw this as an advantage to use your body. "Perfect... I got you so drunk now. You won't be able to fight back." Rinne said. He proceeds to shove his cock inside your ass, working his way down. You cannot even see clearly. Your mind is nothing but only wanting this incubus to fuck your brains so hard. Your body going up and down at the store floor. Loud moans escape your mouth as Rinne whispered a lot of dirty slurs in your ear while thrusting so fast. "Ah~ Ngh~ Look at you~ Handling my cock so well~ You wouldn't mind if i came all over your body while waiting for your boss to see you all messed up~" Rinne said. He slammed his hips against yours. If you two were in a bed, Rinne would already break the bed due to his strength. He really wanted to see your pleading cries. Rinne bit the nape of your neck, making it bleed a little. He licked the blood on your nape. He already came a lot on the floor a lot. The floor looks very dirty from all that cum. It would be too tiring to clean up after the drug's effects wore off. "R-Rinne p-please.. I c-can't handle my self~!" You really came on Rinne a lot. "Heh.. You came a lot on me.. I don't mind having my self in a lewd appearance! You already look lewd yourself! Kyahaha!" Rinne laughed. Your pleading cries and whimpers makes Rinne more turned on. Even if the drug did affect you, you still won't mind him inside of you. Rinne is so turned on he had to stop what he was doing just for you to touch and hold his cock. Rinne moaned as you stroked his cock with your bare hands. He really had to come in your hands. After stroking his cock, you cleaned the mess on your hands with your tongue. "You really wanted this, didn't you?" Rinne asked. "O-Of c-course! Y-You are t-the only o-one i w-want." You answered. Rinne stroked your cock making you pant and gasp. Rinne licked your neck while still fondling your balls. The effects of the drug wore off, but nothing changed. You still wanted him to fuck you more. You remembered the recording you took and decided to use that material as a recording to listen while you're masturbating. The sun is slowly rising, so you two stopped on what you're doing. "Well.. I gotta go! See ya soon..." Rinne said as he quickly unlocked the door and left. You placed your clothes back on and grabbed your phone to stop the recording. You cleaned up all the evidence so no one can know.

You'll see him again soon...

[not-an-enstarrie]

rinne is nikis discord kitten ^__^

[itzrayla]

Okay so like one of these is based on a specific post from the mutuals but take it anyway