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[tokrev-roses]

moving.

hello petals,

it's been a while once again, right? there is just so much going on in my life, it feels like I'm drowning in responsibilities left and right.

I've had this blog for two years and i've been part of the early stages of the Tokyo Revengers fandom. over time I've changed a lot about this blog, my writing and my aesthetic. hence why I made the decision to move to another blog, hoping to start again. this blog will stay as an archive and I will probably rewrite most stuff.

@bontennroses will be my new place for releasing my work. hope to see you there.

love, rosie

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Hiii Good evening 🥰

something came to thought...

Hanma definitely has a bad boy son😐

That literally takes after him in every detail.

And he definitely has a crush on Kisaki's older daughter who treats him like crap but she just playing hard to get cause she's not the type to show her soft / lovey said . But she has little flings but their nothing important.

BUT she will get EXTREMELY Jealous when he talks to other girls tho .

Thell be a crazy duo tho ,like he'll be holding a bouquets of black flowers for valentines days behind his back and has a cheeky smile on his face aspecting her to give him something sweet in return,since it's valentines day and she had a cute smile on her face. But in reality she actually holding some kind of weapon behind her back and threatened to k*ll him of she every "cheated" on her again .

But he loves it when he threaten him ,she can pull a g*n on him for all he cares. And on extremely rare occasions he'd pull one on her too .They would be smiling at each other like crazy.

But this is just how they show their love.

I'm so sorry I'd this got out of hand and if it makes you uncomfortable in anyway.

Have a nice day or night .

: ̗'※ of apples and trees

: ̗̀➛ series: Father!Hanma!Au, takes parts from my Father!Kisaki!Au (see more) or search my blog for father!kisaki!au

: ̗̀➛ note: I LOVE THIS!!! Anonie, please continue with your hc, because I'd love to read it. This is something I can imagine happening.

: ̗̀➛warning: mention of bullying. not proof-read yet.

Hanma’s son is the enemy of state.

he has the looks, being a carbon copy of his father, sharing his dark hair, menacing smile and towering height as well as his … unique character.

you and Hanma would have micro-arguments about this. you couldn't help but sigh at the sleeping face of your babyboy.

"he has nothing from me."

"the hell?" the tired man looked up at you, finally able to avert his eyes from his phone.

"he has your features. entirely."

"u say it, like that's something bad."

"it is, shuji."

(he'd never ever tell you that he sees so much of you in him, small details and expressions. not because he's shy, but because he wouldn't give you that satisfaction)

he has the money. not that Hanma himself cares much about it, even after changing sandals and plain shirts for tailored suits. he just happened to accumulate some of it, being the ever-present right hand of Tomans leader, Tetta Kisaki. as much as you may have tried to talk some sense into him, Hanma doesn’t see the harm in having his brat spend some money. you have enough of it anyway.

"what do you mean 'blackcard'?" you weren't mad, you were furious, huffing and puffing in front of the wooden desk, hand gripping the edges of the smooth, polished table.

"i don't know why you're making such a fuss." his annoyance got more audible with ever word that left his lips.

"he is 11."

he has the backup. no one messes with Shuji Hanma and his family. his brutal nature merely being concealed, not lost, the outcome of this idiocy would be a blood hunt, at best.

Hanma’s son would be untouchable in every other way.

now, it just had to happen right? he had to have a crush on the infamous Kisaki Twin, the only being possibly more spoiled than him. it really is like history is repeating itself, she acts like stand him, yet having a vast interest in keeping him by her side, while he can usually be found lolling around wherever she is, a dark shadow that adds to the already unapproachable aura of the girl. they also have some history in being partners in crime, obviously. you see, there was this one, unfortunate new boy, having a rather audacious way of trying to question her, the queen of the school. needless to say, the poor boy turned into the victim he was bound to become. the young Hanma made sure of that. everyone knows, no one would dare to say it out load: those two are not to mess with, separate, and even less together.

in the classroom full of his mates, he was alone. some were laughing, some were filming, most seemed just happe they weren't in his position. kneeling on the cold floor, knees hurting from both, his weight, and the extra pressure from the tall boy's hand pushing his head impossible low. for a short moment, he feared, his spine would break.

"tell me, how do you want to die?"

there was also that on incident, at one of the Kisakis exclusive house parties, where a cutie, that she was, a cute little doll, oblivious to the power-constellation between the teenagers. overstepped an invisible line. long story short, she messed with the boy, and payed the price for it.

fire and gasoline, that would be one way of describing the duo, and it is bound to go up in flames, one way or the other.

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I saw you were back in the notif and came instantly!! Welcome back, it's so nice to see you again aaa 💙💙

thank you so much petal!!

(those blue hearts...I think I know you anonie)

love,rosie

[tokrev-roses]

I'm glad you like the request💝 and im glad to know that those kinds of requests are to your liking!!!.

And I love how you wrote it out,Thank you very much!!.

Have a nice day or night👋👋👋

thank you petal,

for your feedback!

it is so rare that people who requested smth give some kind of reaction afterwards. it is dearly appreciated!

love, rosie

[tokrev-roses]

Ahhh its been a while, nice to see you back <33

thank you, petal!

truly, it has been, right? i really don't know why you are all so patient with me and still read my thingies. but I am thankful for that!

love, rosie

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ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙i'm in the feels again‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

: ̗̀➛ ask box is open....═

it took me a while to get back into writing, but today I'm kinda in a mood again, and I do hope you are as happy as I am about that. I'm currently workin' on some of your requests, but...

(requests are always open for you, and even just the smallest message makes me really happy.)

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

rules · masterlist

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Hello I'm not sure if request are open sorry if their not. And I'm sorry if this is really random my request is like the Kisaki.

But it's for young Taiju having a little sister the youngest of the Shiba family, shes part of Toman.

1: if he sees her getting beat up by a large group of gang member?

2: would he care if he found out that she's dating or in love with Mikey?( before the whole Christmas fight)

3 : would he care if his members finding her attractive or cute?

I'm sorry if this is out of the blue and ur uncomfortable with the request. Have a nice day of night!!!!

Um sorry if there are errors I was about to sleep when this idea came to mind.

➺synopsis: some thoughts about shiba!reader, member of Toman, and her big brother Taiju

➺warnings: it's Taiju, so abusive brother ahead.

➺note: Don't be sorry! I love it when y'all come out with things like this, they are even more fun to do than normal requests!

Before we dive right into it, some clarification: I'm generally not a fan of watering down characters just for them to fit into a fanfiction/xreader narrative. I have seen so many characters being literally destroyed through fanon!versions and let me tell you: I always die a 'lil bit. That is why, through my vast number of different writing blogs for different fandoms, I always tried to stay as close to the canon!version of characters as possible.

Taiju Shiba is an brutal character, who excused his violence with religion & 'love'. His way of "showing love" is his abuse to make his siblings stronger. I do not excuse any of this. But he is one of the few characters with some kind of redemption, and that makes him quite interesting to think about, at least from my pov.

With all that, let's answer these questions:

➺ scenario 1: you got beat up by a gang

I actually do believe Taiju wouldn't act immediately. You are a Shiba & member of Toman, first of all, you should be able to take care of yourself, second of all, your "little friends" should take responsibility. Taiju is rarely ever home since becoming the leader of the Black Dragons, so it is possible he wouldn't even know about it.

But let's say he hears about it, maybe he overheard someone who had "fun" with a little fish of Toman. Once he hears your name, it depends if your attacker knows you are a Shiba or not. If he doesn't, I expect Taiju to be furious at you, going out of his way to throughly discipline you. If the name 'Shiba' does fall, it will be the same, except that he will feel the need to clean his family name. Remeber, Taiju is a proud Shiba, the head of the house and he wants his family to be respected. So he'd take care of this scum, and the whole gang behind him. For someone so deep into actual criminal business, little gang fights like this are beneath him, but family first, right? With "taking care" I mean a wipe out à la Taiju. Blood is not gonna satisfy him on his mission to reestablish his family's pride and power. I think we could need one or two body bags after this, if there is something left to put in a bag. The surviving members will be scared for live, never ever daring to approach a Shiba again.

➺ scenario 2: you are dating Mikey

I think he wouldn't really care. Toman, before the Black Dragons Arc, is actually pretty tame compared with what's to come. The worst they do is having some silly littly backyard battles, and while he does acknowledge the strenght of some individual members, he doesn't really care about Toman as a whole. Taiju, although only 16/17, is a criminal, activly leading and participating in underworld business. It is only after the Christmas fight that he understands the true power of Mikey (& Toman).

So you can date Mikey all you want, although I do see him mocking you for that. As long as Toman stays a small fish and out of Black Dragon's business you will have to live with him making fun of 'em, and you, but other than that he really doesn't care.

➺ scenario 3: the black dragon members think you are cute & attractive

Out of all the scenarios this is the one I see him bothered by the most. Scratch that, he'd explode. Taiju ain't no backstabber type. He is an asshole, but a honest one, no schemer like Kisaki. If his guys wanna tell you something, they should do so in your face, where you can react. You are his little sister and he does not allow disrespect of this kind. Cue to him punishing everyone who dares to speak like this about you. His men should obey him, respect him and do their job. Nothing else.

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Hello hope ur doing well

I'm not sure if request are open but if they are can I request a kisaki analysis.

1: would kisaki allow his daughters to go on far away trips by themselves. Like to another country or state.

2:dose he schedule his daughters life style.

3: has he ever hit them .

4:would he ever actually clear his day to spend time with them.

That's all have a nice day or night.

: ̗̀➛ my past looks wasted.

: ̗̀➛ series: Father!Kisaki (see more) or search my blog for father!kisaki!au

: ̗̀➛ content: a number of questions regarding Kisaki’s fatherhood

: ̗̀➛ warning: abusive, criminal father. this is my version of father!kisaki. although it is based on the real Kisaki, one could say this is more like an AU.

Would they be allowed to go on a trip alone?

Yes. Sure. Absolutely. They can go wherever the want - mostly - and the are allowed to think they are alone. But it should not be suprising that they'd never be without any kind of supervision. Someone is always watching - not interfering - but watching and reporting back to the boss. He doesn't really care what they do as long as they come back though. He'd even give them his credit card.

Does he schedule their life?

And he chooses their friends. If he doesn't deem them beneficial for his daughters, consider them gone one way or another.

Partially. As I stated before, basically, they can do whatever they want, if they respect the do's and don'ts. Freedom? No. But veeerrryy long chains. They must come when he calls, be present if he demands, but besides that - nothing.

Their live are more scheduled in terms of eduction. He decides about their school and career.

Has he ever hit them?

If they gave him a reason, yes. Yes, he did and he'd still do it. He is not unreasonable tough - he'd never do it out of an uncontrolled emotion or because of a bad day. He's actually very calculating when he strikes. He'd hit them if they gave/give him a reason to. But it doesn't happen often. Actually, I think you can count the times he did it on one hand. Why? Certainly not because there is remorse or restriction in his violence. He simply doesn't believe in the physical aspect of his education.

Kisaki has only ever actively used violence when there was no other exit for him. Before that, he'd always rather use manipulation and psychological terror. That doesn't change in the future.

Would he clear his day to spent time with 'em?

Funnily enough, I think he would, if they'd have the guts to ask him. (they don't) You see, from his pov, he actually believes in his own narrative of a happy family, his family. He is not delusional at all, not blind to his daughters hatred, but for him this family is all he ever wanted, his biggest accomplishment. So yes, he would. The question is, do you want to spend a whole day with your father, Tetta Kisaki?

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😫 i live for these scenarios ... GODDESS this is good.

— “ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ”

you break up, miss each other and now you fuck ;) after all, the best part about break up fights is the sex that comes after.

ft. hanma, rindou, ran, izana

cw: 18+ only, fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphilia, mentions hickeys and bite marks, profanities, slight somnophilia, praise

an: scenarios. hanma and rindou's parts are a little rough. the morning after soft sex with ran and doing it in the car with izana. likes and reblogs help a lot and are appreciated!

# 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

when you sent him the text "i miss you" this was not what you had expected. your head pushed against the cold table in his office. fingernails clawing at the edge as your sweaty palms hold on to the table. your feel a burn. hanma's cock is so girthy, it fills you up just enough. its curved perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside you. it feels so good and you missed this- him-

"fuck!", low groans laced with his words, it vibrates against your ears as your eyes fill with tears. "missed this pretty cunt so much" his cock enters you fully making such sweet moans escape your red tinted lips. "shuji, 'so good—" you sob. the cold wind against your heated skin making you shudder. your back arch as he starts stroking your walls. thrusting with so much force, its deep.

he knows your body like the back of his hands, he knows— the way his lips suck on the pulse on your sensitive neck has you choking on sobs. he knows so fucking well when his fingers come to toy with your clit, it makes your thighs tense and your moans get louder. your walls are squeezing him so tight, so good.

peering through his eyelashes, he notices the way your back arch at the wet contact of his balls slapping against your ass. the vibrations making your eyes cross in ecstasy. "you make such pretty faces, baby" he chuckles but you're nowhere listening, only the wet sinful sounds filling your ears. "no one could fuck you better? hm?", he taunts further, pressing his palm against your back, pushing your stomach down to the cold table.

your mouth part, heavy breaths leave and you feel it in your abdomen. "missed you shuji— missed y-you in- me" you choke on syllables, your words almost don't reach his ears, but it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter when your cunt flutters so shamelessly around his girth.

his mouth parted and his eyes closed before he paints your walls with his seed. pulling out, the white spurts connect him to you. and the erotic face you make when you beg him "please, fuck me more. i want more". it drives him crazy because he's hooking his cock on your slippery cunt for another taste.

"gonna fill you up so well that you'll never dream of leaving me again".

# 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

his long digits tug at the elastic of your panties— the only piece of clothing that's hugging your body. with a swift move, he removes it, hooking it out of your smooth legs. "rin" you whimper at the lustful gaze of his orbs. you feel exposed, he's left bite marks and sweet kisses along your jaw and chest that have left purple stains on your skin.

you feel vulnerable under his predatory gaze, but it only arouses you. "you're so pretty like this" his fingers wrap around his girth, aligning it with your cunt that's dripping your sweet juice. it stretches your walls, your gut feels full and he's not even fully inside you.

with one deep thrust, your nails leave crescent marks on his back, your body tensing at the sudden pain that only turns into devilish pleasures. "missed this cunt so fucking much- sh-shit!" your walls grip his cock, it's making his heart beat faster.

the rhythmic pace of his strokes has you on the verge of tears, it has you uttering incoherent words, babbles because you missed this feeling so much. "feel s' good rin—"

"yeah?"

you hum, grinding your hips against his cock. you're drunk on each other's feeling. his touch feels like burning against your neck. the fervent kiss of his lips feels so hot against your lips, his tongue coating your rosy lips with his saliva, the thin string of wetness connects your lips to him when you pull away, gasping for air.

your gut recoils, the coil tightening so tight until you came undone. his strokes are sloppy, plopping his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, his white cum spurts into your cunt. "i love you, baby" he swallows your moans when he pulls his cock from your cunt, sweet juices of arousal drips down your thighs.

"i love you, rin" you whimper before pulling him into another kiss, because you know you can't get enough of him.

# 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

the hues of morning rays hit ran's face just right, making him shift on his side of the bed. like a habit, his arms reach over your waist, trapping you in the flexing muscles. last night he had called you, a drunk apology which led to messy sex— drunk on the feeling of each other.

your naked body curve against his as your unconsciously grind against his morning wood. your cunt drenching, the sweet arousal seeping to the white bedsheet. a wet dream. you let out an incoherent moan and he notices it. you look so pretty like this, he finds the temptations hard to resist.

he pulls your body closer. "you feel so warm, baby", he grunts as his cock pushes past the folds and into your walls. it feels so fucking good, he could cum just then and there. "let me take care of you" his thrusts start slow, gradually catching a perfect rhythm that has you writhing in his arms.

your walls clench so affectionately around his cock, it's making him dizzy. "r-ran, don't... don't stop—" you choked out, wet tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is overwhelming when you're not fully awake yet. he leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulders, along the marks he's left last night. your breath quickens, skin heated and your mind is too hazy to process anything other than the feeling of his cock.

he grabs your breasts, rough pads of his fingers rub your nipples, adding more to your high. your gut tightens and he feels it. "you're so good for me, i missed you so much" his pelvis snaps against your hips, heavy balls slapping against your clit. the sound feels so sinful, it leaves you whimpering and moaning.

"gosh, ran!" it feels euphoric. with a deep touch to your cervix, you both fall down from your high. your vision clouding as his seed seeps out of your hole. "you're such a good girl" his praise caresses the smile on your face as you both lay on your bed, chest heaving and sweat glistening your skin. "i'll never leave you again"

# 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

your fingers graze at the leather material at the backseat of his car. your warm skin against his as you clash your lips with his. he tastes so sweet and you pull away licking his bottom lip. "i missed you" you whisper against his neck, teeth tugging his tanned skin.

"show me how much you want me" his voice deep and vibrating against your earlobes. your slick drip down your inner thighs as you lift yourself from his lap. your thighs on both sides of his frame. you peered through your eyelashes to his curved cock. so girthy and long, it's perfect. your fingernails lightly run through the veins, eliciting sweet grunts from his lips.

spreading your folds, you take him to slide inside you. the soft velvet walls clench around the girth immediately and it leaves you breathless. "you make me feel so good" his head thrown back and eyelids half shut in pleasure. it burns, but it feels so good.

you missed feeling him against you. broken moans leave your luscious lips as you bounce your body, grinding so shamelessly against his cock. a shudder runs down your shoulders at the feeling of his teeth grazing your chest. taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, he suck it. "i-izana- feels s' good—" your mouth agape as you gasp, eyes glossed over with desire.

pulling away, a thin string of saliva connects his mouth to your breast. "look at that, taking me like a good girl" his words devilish as your hips become sloppy. you feel it in your gut. it's close and oh god feels so fucking good. "tired already? you're the one who said you wanted this" he smirks then chuckles near your ears.

"hah!— i'll do it- i—" his gaze is taunting but it doesn't cover the way his muscles tense, eyes half lidded as he feels himself close. choked whimpers escape your mouth as your sweet juice fill against his cock. with a deep thrust, his cock drags against your slippery walls and he's coming down his high. white seeds fill your cunt to the brim that it's seeping out of your hole. you are euphoric and sure to never let go of him again.

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Congratulations!!!! you passed ur exam!!!!

thank you love,

I'm so relieved you people are still here & reading my thingies after this hiatus. :')

the oral exam really got to me.

love, rosie ☀︎

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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹CONCEPT N°1◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

[ : ̗̀➛ short note: MDNI! this came to me in a fever dream. you know where this is from. f!reader. ]

ꕤ euphoria x tokyo revengers ꕤ

hanma would abso-fucking-lutely be the type to do you in the bathroom at a house-party, while your boyfriend or his girlfriend bangs on the door.

he'd tease you, seek out every small whimper spilling from your swollen lips. he'd lick the salty tears of your sweaty, flushed cheeks while you beg - beg for what, sweat release? for him to stop? for him to go on? - and he'd do nothin' but praise you like the good girl you are.

the person on the other side of the door? only adds to the thrill of the rush.

[tokrev-roses]

Hi Rosalie!! how are you!??

thanks for worrying for me all through my inactivity sarabi,

yes I'm alive and well and I passed my most important exam in this term. I'm back (yay) and I have like, 30 drafts to work on, so yeah, life's good (lol)

thank you for your concern my love,

rosie

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soft bonten!mikey is my ultimate weakness 😫

𝟐𝟑:𝟎𝟎 [𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨]

- bonten!mikey, gn!reader, idek what the fuck this is. is this fluff?

"I don't have to hurt you just so you can feel something."

Mikey didn't believe those words when you first said them almost a lifetime ago. But, as you kiss down his scarred chest he feels like crying because you were right, you didn't lie to him. He feels adoration in every press of your lips on his marred skin, it's a healing salve for the fresh wounds that seem to mock him for his weakness. It's also a reassurance to the old scars, the ones stark white like the color of his hair, the ones that haunt him.

"Manjiro, still with me?" Your voice is muffled in his ear as if he was underwater and Mikey tenses beneath you, poised for a fight or perhaps a struggle. Eyes he weren't aware he closed, flew open to catch your worried gaze while his hands reached out to keep you close.

"Yes. Say it again." It was supposed to be a command yet it sounded so frail even to his own ears that not even he would've listened. You raise your brow at him and his cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Please?"

Shifting your weight on his lap, you hum. "Say what?"

Mikey whines out of shame because he knows he has to ask properly, yet he doesn't. "Nevermind, I don't wanna do this anymore."

You go to move and his hold on you tightens, the look of fear in his eyes is saddening. "I'm not going anywhere but if you don't want this, I have to at least move."

His shoulders slump. "Don't listen to me when I talk, just go back to kissing me."

"Mikey, you're giving me whiplash here." There's no real ire in your words as you grab his face and the kiss to his nose catches him off guard.

"In case you forgot where my mouth was." His lips jut out into a pout, one that deepens when you simply stare at him looking very unimpressed. "Kiss me, please?"

Your gaze softens and Mikey lets himself melt into the mattress, his body nearly wanton under your puckered lips, the exception being his calloused hands that caress your own body with a reverence that still feels foreign to him. The feel of a singular kiss has him opening his eyes to cast you a confused look.

"Only one? y/n this isn't a game." The seriousness of his tone makes you laugh and then you're peppering multiple kisses to his face, making sure to get his lips too.

Mikey's chest is heavy, this time not from regret but relief. You didn't lie.

@tokrev-roses

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[tokrev-roses]

hi thank you for the kind words on your reblog!! 🥺✨ I’m def planning a part two with all of Bonten cause 👀👀👀 who doesn’t love gangbangs???

all hail to you, kitty, you deserve it!

PLEASE do tag me in your work(s) (especially in that part II ;))

love, rosie

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HI ROSALIE! I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY

SARABI MY GODDESS

yes, I'm fine & I hope you are too.

it's been a bit quieter on my blog these past weeks, hasn't it? well, exams are killing me once again and I haven't found time and/or motivation to write. but we are gettin' there again!

(since I'm not that active at the moment, pls tag me in everything you do so I can give you the support you deserve)

thanks for asking, I wish you the bestest week,

love, rosie

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Oh hi there it’s been son long 🥺💛 how are you doing ? I don’t know if you saw my last asks since tumblr seemed to enjoy eating them 🥲

hey love,

i'm fine, just - once again - drowning in exams. and you ?

what ask do you mean? as long as you haven't sent it anonymously, I don't have anything from you in my inbox. :(

love, rosie

[tokrev-roses]

miss gurl, this so freakin' fine. A+ literature.

Part 2 maybe? one day? no pressure though!

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴

〈 How desperate are you for the job? Desperate enough to sit this mysterious strangers lap?

𖤐 genre: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

𖤐 pairing: Hanma x Fem!Reader

𖤐 word count: 2.4k

𖤐 warning(s): dub con (dubious consent), power imbalance, mentions of violence, thigh riding, clothes ripping, slight objectification on hanma’s part, spit, cream pie

This place is so extravagant. Golden chandeliers, high ceilings, intricate patterns line the walls.

You couldn’t help but already feel inadequate. The red lipstick you wore felt a little too cheap, your pencil skirt, although down your knees felt a little too tight. Maybe you could just back out of the interview, at least until you found something a little nicer, more expensive to wear.

No. No. You needed this job. The pay on the ad was far higher than anything you’d seen during your job hunt. You had all the qualifications they were looking for in a secretary, and that’s what should matter.

Even if you felt cheap standing in the elevator covered in little diamonds.

“God damn…” you murmured, following the lady who had brought you up onto the elevator in the first place.

Was she not a secretary? … Oh my god were those red bottom heels?

“Hanma-san will see you shortly.” Her voice breaks you from your panicked thoughts, your eyes flying back up to meet her own in hopes that she didn’t notice you gawking at her shoes–

Her smirk tells you otherwise.

With an awkward chuckle, you give her a bow before entering the room. The door is shut behind you as you take in what looks to be a private office, just as fancy as everything else in this damn building. You drop your purse by the chair as you sit, adjusting yourself in hopes that this outfit still looks pretty when you are seated.

“Hm, you’re early. That's pleasant.” You weren’t expecting to hear a deep voice from the corner of the room, but you should have considering the girl had warned you. You tried to keep the shock from your eyes as they landed on the male who seemed to slink from the shadows.

Tall, handsome, perfectly fit suit, round glasses that sat perched on his nose.

Tattooed hands–

The chair moved back a bit as you stood, palm outstretched for a formal handshake. “Y-You must be Hanma, sir. I’m–”

“I know who you are~” He waved off with a small laugh, casually seating himself in the large armchair across from you. You decided to follow suit and sit along with him, offering a small smile despite your nerves. “You’re so formal, relax will you? It’s only an interview.”

An interview that's offering twice as much as every other job.

“Mind if I smoke?” There was something about his tone that made you shiver involuntarily, along with his eyes, which seemed to peer right through your chest and into all the insecurities you were currently feeling. You shook your head, mumbling a soft “No, sir” as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Even his lighter was gold–

His eyes were taking you in, very obviously might you add, as he blew out a puff of smoke, lips still curled in a subtle smirk. “So, looking to be a secretary huh?”

“Yes sir, I’m highly qualified and–”

“Know how to count stacks of bills?”

Your brow twitched in irritation as he cut you off, but yet your smile stayed the same as you answered the question you didn’t really think was relevant. “Well sure, it’s just money.”

“Good.” There was that chuckle again, and although playful, the second time around it seemed a bit more, antagonizing.

He leaned an elbow onto the table, bringing his face closer to your own. You wanted to pull away, afraid of seeming unprofessional, but the scent of his earthy cologne, along with the smoke pooling from his lip made your eyes flutter.

“What about guns? Have you ever used one before?” If you were confused before, it definitely showed now as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t see what that has to do with being a secretary–”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Your shiver was visible this time because of the stern tone he decided to use. You pressed your palms into the armrests, feeling your heartbeat in your knuckles as you responded.

“Yes… I’ve used one.”

“Excellent.” He hummed, the drag of his smoke covering the way his eyes were locked onto your chest. You finally realized that the thick inked tattoo on his hand said “punishment” as soon as he scooted back.

“Why don’t you sit here?” When you raised a brow at him he simply patted his thigh, making your whole body heat up, little beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck. “T-That isn’t very appropriate–”

“You want the job, don't ya? C’mon then, come sit.” He was right, you did need the job, you needed the pay more than anything. But you were wearing a skirt and he just asked you about guns and he was far too handsome to be–

“I don’t bite, sweetheart.”

Oh.

It was stupid of you, maybe it was because of the way his words dripped like honey off his lips, maybe it was because you were nervous about what the bulge at his hip was, or maybe it was because you just really wanted this stupid job. Either way, you stood with your head held high, letting the click of your heels echo in the room as you stood before him.

You couldn’t tell if the smugness of his smirk was starting to piss you off or make you melt further into whatever game he was playing.

His free hand, the one tattooed with “sin” sprawled out on your waist, causing tingles to spread out from the spot as he eased you onto his thigh. You were unsure where to put your hands, and the little noise of uncertainty you let out made him aware with a little laugh.

“Pretty face ya got.” He mumbled, lips occupied with holding his cigarette as his hand came to cup your chin. When you tried to keep your head up his grip got tighter into your jaw bone, making you gasp as he pulled your face close to his own.

“Can’t really look at it if you’re pullin’ away, sweetheart.” Smoke puffed from his lips and right onto yours, which were currently puckered under his grasp.

“L-Let go.” Your words were weaker than you wanted them to be, eyes a bit dazed as you stared into the yellow pits that were his own. You wished you could focus enough to try and figure out what the hell he was thinking, but everything about him was just…

Overwhelming.

Slowly he released your jaw, leaning back into his chair. He grasped his cigarette again while his other hand stayed glued to your waist, thumb slowly smoothing over the seam of your skirt.

“Tell me, Darlin, how desperate are ya for the job?” He was reading you again, you could tell. And you hated it. How come he was able to read you while he left himself a mystery?

“Desperate enough to sit in a stranger's lap, it seems…” He murmured, eyes lit up in amusement when your lips turned into a sour scowl.

“Fuck you.” You were about to stand up, that is until both of his hands came down on your hips, planting you firmly into his thigh. Feeling the muscles tense up beneath you made you whimper despite yourself, skin seeming to heat up as he laughed.

“Pretty and bites back? You’re perfect.” His palms are moving you along his thigh, pushing and pulling you and making the fabric of your pencil pull up dangerously high. Despite that, despite how unprofessional this was, despite how you wanted to slap the smug smirk off his face, you let him rut you along his thigh.

Cause it felt so fucking good.

“Cum and the jobs yours~” He taunted, glasses falling a little further along the bridge of his nose as he let his cigarette simply fall to the ground. He laughed when you shook your head with a whine. “C’mon pretty thing, don’t ya want the job, don't ya wanna feel good~”

“N-No~!” You squeaked, but it was for your own sanity at this point, because your hips were moving all on their own now, following the pace his palms had set out for you. He watched, eyes glued to how your thighs trembled around his, how a little stain was starting to form on his pinstripe slacks.

“I don’t like lairs~” He seethed his answer, bringing his lips to the column of your neck. Your hands became lost in his multicoloured locks, tugging at the tufts at the back of his neck when his teeth sunk into your pulse. “Ah– m’gonna–” Your back arched, pressing your chest right up against his. His lips left your neck with a wet pop, eyes shining at the teeth marks he left against your skin.

“You’re gonna what? Finish the sentence.” He was taunting you, tempting you even as you sat right on the edge. And although you could have stopped this right now, could have somehow escaped the vice-like grip he had on you.

You allowed yourself to topple over, a shiver shooting all the way up your spine as your orgasm made you see stars, made you whimper out his name as you slumped into his lap, panting like a bitch in heat.

Hanma was grinning from ear to ear, chuckling gently when your fingers loosened the death-like grip they had gotten on his hair. It was his signal to take hold of your hips again, but instead of helping you stand, he simply hoisted your ass up onto the desk.

“The jobs all yours.” He muttered as he used both hands to grip at the small slit in your skirt, pulling apart the fabric and making the seam tear all the way up. The sudden rush of air, the ripping of the fabric against your skin had you gasping, body attempting to jolt forward had it not been for his punishment hand that found a snug place on your neck.

He licked his lower lip at the sight of your wet panties, lacy and sticking to your cute puffy lips. Your squirming was sad to say the least, minimal as your eyes locked on his fat cock, ogling it when it all but smacked up against his abdomen, hard and swollen and dripping pre.

“Oh yea, the job’s definitely yours, after ya got me this worked up.” He managed to get out through gritted teeth, your panties getting the same treatment as your skirt as he simply ripped the flimsy material from your body. You whimpered, lower lip bit swollen as he rubbed his fat tip along your pretty folds.

“F-Fuck me.” You whimpered again, utterly shameless and almost forgetting the reason you were here in the first place due to the feeling of his cock head working its way into your fluttering hole. He grunted in response, hips stuttering as he gripped your throat a little tighter, pushing himself through your tight ring of muscle.

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered, not that you were able to pay attention anyway, the only thought on your mind was the way his cock nudged and bullied its way into your aching hole. “Have ya never been fucked before or somethin’? You’re so tight.”

He didn’t wait until he was fully sheathed to start thrusting shallowly into your walls, completely addicted to the squeeze as he fucked you into his desk. Each thrust had his heavy balls landing with a slap into your ass, making the desk skid along the hardwood. Your hands tried to find something, anything to help ground you, settling on his wrist that still held your throat tight. You gripped it like your life depended on it, eyes watering as he beat into your pussy with no remorse.

“Gunna make a fine secretary” He grunted, body starting to hunch over you, his sin hand finding your clit to rub tight circles that had your pussy sucking him in even more. “Gonna be so helpful– takin’ my cock and the boys every day like this.”

“Mhm… Mhm!” Did you know what you were agreeing to? How could you, with his fingers pinching your sensitive bud, make stars burst over your vision when the head of his cock hit your sweet spot just right?

Hanma was back to grinning, his composure completely lost as your cunt swallowed him up. The light ring of your arousal coating the base of his cock is what made him really lose it, sweat falling from his forehead as he moaned, slapped his hips into you and let the lewd noises echo in the room.

“Cum again pretty… yea that’s it, cum with me.” He was egging you on, fingers leaving your clit only a second so he could spit a fat wad of drool onto it. He used two fingers now to rub the nub, pulling and twisting it to make you sob, pleasurable tears finally spilling from your gaze and onto the papers littered beneath you.

“G-Gunna– Gunna cum.” You barely breathed out, squeezing his wrist again for emphasis. He simply grunted in response, thrusts growing sloppy as his cock twitched within you. With a few more thrusts, a few more pets at your clit you were both coming undone, neither of you shy with your volume as you gushed all over his cock.

A few pieces of hair fell into his face, glasses just on the edge of his nose and threatening to fall had he not used his soiled hand to push them back up. He had to so he could get a better look at your cunt. How it was swollen from arousal and still clamping down to keep him in. The sight got even better as he slowly pulled out, his own seed bubbling free from your cute little hole and between your ass cheeks.

He gave another squeeze to your throat to bring you back to reality, his palm cupping your jaw instead to make you meet his gaze. You were both dishevelled, panting to catch your breath.

But that’s exactly how Hanma liked it.

“Be here tomorrow, 10 am, sharp.” His voice was raspy as he spoke, his grin coming back as you whined about the way he fingered his cum back inside your sensitive hole. He silenced you easily by shoving two fingers into your mouth, amused with how you obediently sucked on them with your cheap lipstick smudged across your face.

“And I’ll buy ya somethin’ much nicer to wear, this little number was ugly anyway~”

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