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Title: What’s Taking A Life or Two? (If It Means Getting to Keep You)

Pairing: Hanma Shuji/Female Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: MDNI - Hanma's on the verge of a panic attack in one scene, but internalizes it.

A/N: This chapter is kind of a filler/lead up to chapter 12's gala when we finally get to see the leader of the Uwabami :)

Part 10 (prev) / Master Post / Part 11 (here)

There’s a gala being planned at the Tokyo National Museum, something you wouldn’t expect Bonten to be invited to but, then again, they’ve all received invitations to the event and are all stupidly powerful individuals. You know one or two of the execs have their own large corporation fronts that… aren’t entirely fronts. Your mind wanders, piecing together how a nice fancy evening could have even come to be when the man inquiring about your attendance speaks. 

“Come with me,” Hanma says, hand sliding over your hip to the swell of your ass. “I’d like to have you there.” Teasingly, you react as if you’re thinking it over. Tilting your head side to side, weighing your options before his fingers dig into your flesh. “Are you really thinking about it?”

“Of course,” you pat his chest. “What would I even wear?”

“Red. Something deep red.”

“Thought you liked me in green?”

He smirks and pulls your hips flush against his. “To be honest, I like you naked the best.” You roll your eyes and suddenly both hands are kneading into your ass. “But green,” he kisses the side of your neck, “makes you look like a goddess, and red,” he sighs and the tip of his tongue traces the shell of your ear. “Makes me see red.”

Your eyelids flutter and you sigh dreamily. “Shuji,” you swallow, licking your lips. “‘s too early for you to be this horny.”

“Too early?” He chuckles, teeth grazing your earlobe. “Baby, my dick can’t tell time.”

Just then, you hear footsteps. Some of Hanma’s subordinates are walking around and doing work at their boss's request. You push him away and shake your head.

“Not with them here, absolutely not.” He clicks his tongue and his shoulders droop. “I swear to god, we scared Sasaki the other day.”

Hanma pulls off his glasses, squinting down at them as cleans the lenses. “I couldn’t give less of a shit.” He holds them up to the light before settling them back on this face. “This is my house, isn’t it?” A sly smirk curves the corner of his mouth. “And you’re mine, too.”

“Yes, yes.” You pat his chest and side step him, snatching your coffee off the counter. “I’ll get your name tattooed on my ass next. In English, specifically comic sans font.”

“Hey,” he shouts, trying not to laugh. He’s been doing that more often lately—genuinely laughing. “You’re coming with me to that gala!”

“Find me a dress!” You yell back, ascending the stairs to get to the office. “You know my measurements!”

There’s a distinct moment when Hanma knows something isn’t right, and it's when he walks into Sano's office. It’s normal for Sanzu to give him a side eye whenever he gets too close to Mikey, he never did trust put any of his trust in him, but the feeling he gets while sitting on the same couch he always lounges on in Mikey’s home puts him on edge. Takeomi is leaning against the window, watching the tree branches bend and sway with the wind. It’s hot out, the winter air having already melted into spring. Ran is joking like he usually does, snide comments made about people they know or women he’s fucked while Rin smirks lazily and tells his brother he’s obnoxious. This is all normal. Except, no one will look at him directly. They glanced at him when he came in and sat down, but paid him no mind. 

The leather beneath him squeaks and Hanma notes how he doesn’t remember being this uneasy when doing business. 

“So,” he starts, trying to garner some eye contact. “Why exactly are we here?”

“Glad you asked.” Mocchi walks into the room with Mikey and tosses a folder on the table in front of him. “This is why we’re here. Especially you.”

Mocchi says it pointedly, looking directly at him when Hanma meets his eyes. It makes his hands sweat.

“And what the fuck is this?” He picks up the folder, expecting documents or transcripts of conversations, but there are just blurry pictures. “Am I supposed to know what I’m…” The pictures, as he flips through them, show a familiar face. “Bull fucking shit.” The pictures scatter when he throws the file across the table. “He’s dead, Mikey! He’s in the ground!”

“The evidence is there, Hanma.” Mikey doesn’t even seem bothered. He’s showing him pictures of a ghost with an air of nonchalance that Hanma can’t mimic. “There is no one else who could have this much of a vested interest in you or the girl.”

Feeling smothered, Hanma unbuttons his suit jacket and pulls it off of him. He looks around the room and realizes now every pair of eyes is on him.

“You.” He yanks his glasses off and scrubs a hand over his face. “Manjiro, his body was so mangled that no one could see him.”

“I’ve got a contact in the mortuary business.” Ran places his phone on top of the photos thrown askew and gestures for Hanma to look. “Matsukawa looked into things for me. No one under the family name of Kisaki was embalmed, buried, or even cremated in the year of his presumed death.”

“ Presumed —,”

“Hanma, they falsified the death certificate.” Hanma whips his head over to Takeomi, who is still looking out the window. “His family held a funeral and bought a grave plot because they wanted people to believe their son had died.” He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and walks over to him. “The Kisaki’s are a wealthy family.” Takeomi hands Hanma a cigarette and he takes it without hesitation. “It was to keep him out of the public eye and comfortable in the hospital while in a coma.”

Takeomi lights it for him and Hanma takes an anxious pull, hands shaking as he chases the nicotine high to calm his spinning mind.

“He, I,” Hanma can’t find his words. “This is bat shit fucking crazy.” Knee bouncing as his head goes in circles on how he attended the funeral, visited Tetta’s grave each year, and every conversation he had with a slab of concrete. “So it’s him. This, this entire thing!” He gestures wildly to the pictures of a different Kisaki, one he recognizes only slightly. “All of this is because of him and, and some fucked up vendetta he has against us for what? Moving forward?!”

Rindou leans over to sift through the pictures, pulling out the clearest one of Kisaki to inspect. Mocchi can see Hanma getting worse. The cigarette is already half gone, he’s fraying at the edges.

“Hanma,” he calls in a cautious tone, waiting for the man to look up at him. “Do you believe us?”

Hanma laughs. “Don’t think I have much of a choice.” He snubs the rest of the cig into a nearby ashtray. “I think,” he sighs, his entire body is suddenly incredibly heavy, “I think I knew when we had Matsumoto tied down.”

“How?” Sanzu asks despite already being informed.

“Matsumoto had a message from his boss. That I had something to tell him on his deathbed.” He runs his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes. “When we were kids, Kisaki asked me why I followed him and I made a joke about how I’d tell him why on his deathbed.”

Sanzu grimaces. “How romantic.”

“Shut up, dickhead.” Hanma lifts his head, sneering. “You’d say the same shit to Mikey if he asked you.”

“Bullshit, he already knows why I’m loyal!”

“Oh, my fuckin’ bad, Pinky. I forgot you’ve been suckin’ his dick for decades!”

Mikey sighs, but makes no other move to stop the two from arguing.

“I think you need to make sure your lady doesn’t get any ideas.” Rindou comments, ignoring their back and forth, yet successfully derailing it.

It snags Hanma’s attention. “Why would you say that?”

“I told her about him.” His eyes flick up to Hanma, before tossing the picture he’d been holding back on the table. “And we all saw how she reacted the first time someone tried to kill you in front of her.”

Ran hums, rubbing his hand over his cheek. “I think he’s trying to kill her, honestly. Think about it,” he holds his hand out in front of him and counts on each finger. “You got shot in the shoulder, she was drugged by her ex at a party and almost used as bait, she was stabbed as a message,” he looks at the room to make sure everyone’s listening, “and Mocchi gets a brick through his window with a picture of her eyes crossed out and her throat slashed.”

“Don’t forget, she’s the whole reason we found out our guns were going to someone that wasn’t Bonten.” Mocchi comments as the rest of the room nods.

“So,” Ran continues, leaning back in his seat as he stares directly at Hanma, “he wants her dead either because she fucked up his plans from the get-go, or because she’s got you under lock and key.” There’s a smirk on his face and a stupid, mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he speaks. “Poor Kisaki, throwing a tantrum all because someone fucked his besties brains out from under him.”

Kakucho shows up in the room then, sweating slightly as he mimes a throat cutting motion. “She’s here—,” Mocchi snorts. “She’s talking to Kokonoi at the front, but she’s coming.”

“God,” Sanzu says, exasperated. “It’s like the fucking Queen showed up with how you’re panicking.” He leaves Mikey’s side, only to slip the images of Kisaki back into the folder. “Whatever, Hanma, she’s obviously here for you. Leave.”

“Actually,” your voice comes from behind Kakucho who, startled, gets out of the way to let you step in front of him. “I’m here to talk to Mikey.” You furrow your brow at Hanma, concerned by his disheveled look, before looking at the shorter blonde on the other side of the room. “I brought you something.”

“You figured it out, didn’t you?”

“Not at first. I saw a picture.”

Mikey looks over at you, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the dorayaki you brought him. “What picture?”

“A picture of Kisaki,” you shake your head, watching from a window as Hanma sits out back, watching the koi pond while Sanzu and Takeomi talk. “Hanma has a box of things related to Kisaki. There was a picture of the two of them there. It was even dated.” Mikey listens, wondering how you connected the dots from an old photo. “Then, I remembered I saw someone that looked strikingly similar at the warehouse.” You huff out a laugh, but your expression is free of any mirth. “I knew I wasn’t supposed to look because Matsumoto hit me so fucking hard for staring.”

“You saw him?” He asks, skirting right over the nonchalant mention of assault.

You nod. “His hair was blonde, and he had these… thick silver framed glasses on.” Your brain compares the two versions of the man side by side. “He’s got scars on his cheek and neck now, though.” You look over at Mikey, using your fingers to mimic the memory of the scars you saw. “I’m assuming they’re from the accident. There is probably more on the rest of his body. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“We have pictures,” he says, remembering they’re on the other side of the house. “He’s got plenty of scars.”

Hanma isn’t talking to Takeomi or Sanzu, but they’re talking to him. Trying to pull him out of the hole they have buried him in from finding out Kisaki was alive. It isn’t working. He looks up at him, flicks them off, then goes back to watching the fish. Every few minutes, he glances at you and Mikey in the window. You wonder if he’s waiting for you to finish. 

“He wants us dead.” Mikey’s words are a statement, airing out the obvious. “It’s basically a repeat of the bullshit he was pulling when we were kids. Except this time he has a larger backing.”

You chuckle. “He put a big red ‘x’ through my eyes, not yours.”

“True.” Mikey smirks and finishes up his treat. “Why did you come here and bring me dorayaki? Is there something you need?”

“The gala, Mikey. Why is it happening?”

“They happen every month as a treat to their donors. This month, they’re celebrating their new members by hosting a party in their honor.” Mikey sees the lines deepen at the corners of your mouth and your nails dig into your palms. He heard someone had made a rather generous donation recently. “You think Kisaki will be at the gala?”

“Of course, I do. From what I’ve learned about him in the past and what I understand now, he’s a puppet master.” Mikey nods as he listens, turning back to the window to see Sanzu watching him. “He likes his marionettes from the shadows. If he does anything, it’ll be outside of peering eyes.”

“There are rooms underneath the building. It’s where they store their art and history pieces they don’t want the public to see yet.” Mikey turns his back to the window, tilting his head to the side a little to be in your direct vision. “Kisaki being there isn’t your primary worry, though.” He watches the harsh movement of your throat as you swallow. “What else is there?”

Your eyes flicker from him to what he assumes is Hanma for a brief second, and he knows what’s bothering you.

“I know he enjoys having me around, I know…” you run the heel of your palm against your temple, squeezing your eyes shut as you wrestle with your thoughts. “But I feel like I have to compete with someone who gave him purpose.”

“Fucked up, isn’t it?” Mikey sighs, still expressionless, despite his interest in your spiraling mind. “Not knowing the significance you have in someone’s life or if you have any at all. Replaceable,” he says. “We’re just bodies.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” you mumble, tearing at the already torn skin of your cuticle.

“Kisaki offered him companionship, adrenaline, and power when he had nothing entertaining him.” You make yourself bleed by ripping the skin from your finger and Mikey pops your wrist, telling you to stop. “Doesn’t he have all of that still? Bonus is he’s got you.”

His words startle a laugh from you. “Bonus?”

“He’s lucky,” he lightly flicks your forehead. “Not all of us rescued a stray who decided they had no choice but to stay. Now,” he says, walking away from you, “go home. He’s fucked in the head right now. When the gala comes, we’ll keep an eye on him.”

It’s become increasingly apparent that despite Sano Manjiro’s dangerous and dispassionate exterior, he looks after the people around him surprisingly well. Part of you wonders how he was before experiencing so much loss in his life. You look out the window once more and see Shuji looking back at you. You give a small smile and wave for him to come inside. Hope flickers like a flame in your belly, and you pray it stays there long enough for Kisaki Tetta to disappear for the second time in everyone’s lives. 

“You took too long,” Hanma says in the car on the way back to his home. “I wanted to leave sooner.”

He’s got his face turned towards the window, chin in his hand as he watches buildings and slowly moving cars pass. He probably hasn’t noticed, but he’s been tapping his fingers anxiously against the seat, the sound of leather drumming low between you.

“Did you not have a good time with your friends?” It’s a gentle rib, said with a light laugh, hoping to brighten his somber mood.

The drumming gets louder, quicker, as if to mimic the thoughts inside his head.

“They brought up something I didn’t want to think about.”

You remain silent. Not sure if he wants you to ask questions or inquire about the topic. Of course, you know it all has to do with Kisaki, but if he thought his best friend was dead, and just found out all of that had been a lie… and then some, well. Obviously, he would be in rough shape.

“Shuji,” you call quietly. He looks at you, eyes half closed and deep frown lines on either side of his lap. “Lay your head in my lap.”

There wasn’t much room in the back of the car, but there was still a forty-minute drive with traffic in the city to get through before you made it home. He could stretch his long limbs, move and bend them so he could rest his heavy head in your lap and possibly close his eyes for a bit.

“Alright.”

He moves slowly, thinking of the easiest way to make this work with his size. His left leg is bent up on the seats while the other rests on the floor, and his hands are folded over his chest. You take off his glasses and carefully slide them into his breast pocket before tracing the lines of his face with your fingertips. A long, heavy sigh escapes him as he relaxes further, and his eyes drift shut when you rub his head too.

“You’ve dealt with a lot today,” you whisper. “Get some rest.”

If a car horn hadn’t blasted, you may have heard his quiet thanks.

The day of the gala has arrived and you’ve put on the dress Hanma bought you several hours before the event. It is hip hugging, enough so that you know it’ll be slightly difficult to walk in. It’s satin red, backless, and with a very subtle mermaid hem. You’re turning yourself around in the mirror to look at the back and the scar on your lower back stares at you; it’s ugly. Out of all the tiny scrapes and scars you have littered over different parts of your body, this is the one you despise the most. With your neck turned, stilling looking at it, you run your fingertips over the raised skin, willing it to disappear.

Footsteps approach, softly at first, then deliberately louder to alert you to their presence. You look back in front of you to see Hanma approaching, face neutral despite you being in the dress he picked out for you. He steps into your personal space without a word, doesn’t smile or smirk even as his feet bracket yours. Chest to chest, his hand cradles the back of your head, laying it against his shoulder as the other hand circles your waist. His fingers tangle along with yours, thumb applying a pressure you have been too scared to put yourself.

“If anyone asks, tell them the truth.” Anxiously, you let out a small puff of air at the thought. “Tell them you got stabbed and lived. Not because someone came and helped,” he looks up at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror, “but because you stood your ground and blew a hole through his hand.”

“Can I ask you something?” You turn to face the mirror, admiring the shine of the dress before meeting his eyes in the reflection. “Am I still as easily replaceable as you said I was?”

Hanma’s brow furrows. The question has obviously caught him off guard. “Why are you asking me that?”

You shrug. “Rindou said something while you were gone.” Hanma straightens to his full height , no longer bent towards your frame. “He told me,” you inhale shakily, “he told me you would burn down the world for me.”

His face is devoid of emotion, gauging your own reaction to assess how he should proceed. “Does that scare you?”

“No,” you answer. “Should it?”

“I’d say yes to anyone else other than you.” He pinched your cheek briefly. “You’re crazy though.”

Chuckling, you lean your head back on his shoulder. “Desperation can push anyone to insanity.”

“Insanity?” He questions. “You think burning down the world for someone is insanity?”

“I think losing someone rips out part of what keeps a person sane.” You turn around in his arms. “A person who’s desperate has a lot less to lose, don’t you think?”

“Sure.” Hanma narrows his eyes, trying to look for something in the wide open pools of your own. “You’ve been weirdly anxious lately.”

You have been. The only thing that’s been on your mind is the gala, Kisaki, and what Hanma may plan without your knowledge. It’s obvious that in this situation, something that directly involves him, he would anticipate moves and events ten steps ahead. You’re anxious that he will act without being at his side again. Just like last time with Matsumoto.

“I have. The gala’s making me nervous, I guess.” It isn’t quite a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth, either.

“Kinda annoying, actually.” With a roll of your eyes, you step away from him to shed the dress since the party isn’t for another three days, but he grabs your arm. “Look at me,” you’re annoyed, but look anyway. “This isn’t like you. Tell me why you’re asking questions like that.”

“I’m worried,” you say, your throat suddenly tightening around your words, making your voice small. “Kisaki’s come back for a reason, Shuji.” He tenses at the use of his friend’s name. Especially hearing it from you. “I don’t know what you’ll do if he shows up in front of you and asks you to choose.”

Hanma’s expression morphs from concern, to shock, and then hurting anger. “You don’t trust me to protect you?”

“I do. I trust you with my life.”

He drops your arm, getting more upset as he gets further away from understanding. “Then what’s the fucking problem?”

“I don’t trust you with yours.”

His eyes grow wide, anger evaporating as quickly as it came. “What?”

“I don’t,” you bite at the skin of your lip, trying to find the right words to explain yourself. “I can’t trust that you wouldn’t go back to Kisaki if it meant he would leave me alone because,” you’re suddenly extremely hot, the dress is now stifling as it constricts you. “Because I know you like me a little bit even if you can’t say it!”

That startles him out of his shock. “A little bit?” he laughs, stepping back into your space and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I like you a little bit. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The smirk on his face pisses you off. He’s making a joke of the situation, using your own anxious confession to distract from the main issue at hand.

“I can’t believe I like you.”

“Here we go again.” He rolls his eyes, exaggerating his faux annoyance. “You love me.”

You yank at the top of his ear, making him hiss before letting go. “You piss me off.” He kisses your cheek even when you unsuccessfully turn away to avoid it. “Take this seriously, Shuji. I’m not fucking around.”

“I am,” he says, lips still pressed to your cheek. “I promise I won’t do anything reckless.”

One of his guys knocks on the door to the room, calling him away, but not before he steals another peck from your lips.

You step back in front of the mirror and simply stare back at the woman in it. Over on the bed, your phone goes off. There are texts from Takeomi.

Takeomi: Mikey told me about your concerns with the gala.

Takeomi: Hanma’s planning something. Whether it’s speaking to Kisaki or to get rid of him himself, idk.

Takeomi: But I’ll help you keep an eye on him.

You sigh, troubled by the gut feeling you had being proven right. “A promise is a comfort to a fool.”

Tagging: @heroineofcolor @touyasside @crown5 @onlyshinji

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From His Mind to Hers

> pairing: Hanma x AFAB! fem reader

> warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content

> status: on going - updates every other Tuesday :)

> story cws: patient/doctor relationships; sex (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, torture (not of y/n), murder, discussions of suicide, trauma, and abuse, and more to come

Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.

‎✣ Chapter one – 5k words

✣ Chapter two – 5k words (chapter tw: murder, torture)

‎✣ Chapter three – 6k words

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I think i’ll miss you forever

dabi x f!reader 

Arctic Monkeys/Lana Del Rey - I Wanna Be Yours/Summertime Sadness      ~https://youtu.be/pELpPbZ-fzU~ 

dabi was a toxic one, he was the type to play with girls hearts and sadly you found out the hard way. You loved him though...no matter what he did. Call them stupid but its true. It was the first ever relationship you ever got in and i think that's why you stayed. he was your first ever boyfriend and you deeply fell in love with him. Didn’t matter how bad he disrespected you, didn’t matter how mentally damaging it was, you wanted to be with him.

 Everyone around you always tried convincing you to leave, everyone felt bad for you. You convinced yourself he was a good person, Not only could you never bring yourself to leave him but constantly defended him, because at this point you convinced yourself that he was the one, the one you would be with for the rest of your life, i mean who wouldn’t be.  Dabi always talked about moving in with you and having your babies, how the both of you would one day get married and be happy forever. Promising to treat you like a queen....... You loved that part of him, the part where he was missing you, loving you.

 You both met when you were 17, through a friend. In the begging you weren't even interested in him. Wouldn't even bat an eye to him,but everytime dabi got a chance to talk to you, he would sweet talk to you, beg for your attention, and then one magical day you finally gave in. Soon after a month the both of you finally got into a relationship

You began to realize things weren't the same anymore, dabi wasn't the same like he was in the beginning. but you were so in love so you didn't care and as time went on he became more distant, in his words he was busy. Working, with friends, you name it, but you didn't even care cause as long as the both of you were together everything was fine in your eyes.  But what you didn't know was not only was he shit talking behind your back but cheating on you with every girl he met at a party...... for 7 months. Whenever things didn't workout right between him and a girl, dabi would always bounce back onto you because he knew you were always going to be there, he knew you were never going to leave and he loved that.  The longer you stayed in the relationship the worse you became, you were constantly changing the way you looked, making sure you were enough for him because that was your worst fear. That he left you for someone better. Not only did you develop an eating disorder but became extremely attached to him. You became miserable and wanted to leave the relationship, but you couldn't. Like i said, you loved him too much. 

You never left the house to hang out with friends because dabi hated it, couldn't make friends with guys, couldn't post pics of yourself because he hated it, always made fun of you and had always assumed you were cheating on him but with no proof. You never left free and you never felt like yourself, you spent countless nights crying about him, always feeling trapped. The list could go on about how bad he treated you but we would be here all night.

 it was upsetting and embarrassing. 

When you finally caught him cheating you begged for answers and even cried to him begging him to stay because you became so dependent on him. You devoted all your energy and time for nothing ,and when the days went by you couldn't even do nothing, you could barely get up from bed, not even eat. you spent all your time crying because he never loved you, you were just another bitch to him and he couldn't wait to catch the next girl. while you laid in bed crying, missing him, knowing you’ll never give anyone a chance again. 

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⫘⫘⫘⫘ GORE GALORE ! ⫘⫘⫘⫘

CW — gore, disgusting things, dead bodies, stalkers, blood, guts warnings will be provided b4 each fic

NOTE — hi gore whores. 12 days of christmas but gore.

MINORS DNI.

INDEX.

01. OPEN WIDER / BAJI !

02. PIECES / SANZU !

03. FETISH / MIKEY !

04. EAT YOU UP / RAN !

05. APPLE OF MY EYE / HANMA !

06. KILLING OF A SACRED DEER / WAKASA !

07. CREEP / KAZUTORA !

08. CRUSH ON YOU / RINDOU !

09. ERROR / CHIFUYU !

10. LITTLE TOO MUCH, LITTLE TOO LATE / DRAKEN !

11. GRAVE ROBBIN’ / SHINICHIRO !

12. TENDER / HAITANI BROTHERS !

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⫘⫘⫘⫘ GORE GALORE ! ⫘⫘⫘⫘

CW — gore, disgusting things, dead bodies, stalkers, blood, guts warnings will be provided b4 each fic

NOTE — hi gore whores. 12 days of christmas but gore.

MINORS DNI.

INDEX.

01. OPEN WIDER / BAJI !

02. PIECES / SANZU !

03. FETISH / MIKEY !

04. EAT YOU UP / RAN !

05. APPLE OF MY EYE / HANMA !

06. KILLING OF A SACRED DEER / WAKASA !

07. CREEP / KAZUTORA !

08. CRUSH ON YOU / RINDOU !

09. ERROR / CHIFUYU !

10. LITTLE TOO MUCH, LITTLE TOO LATE / DRAKEN !

11. GRAVE ROBBIN’ / SHINICHIRO !

12. TENDER / HAITANI BROTHERS !

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗘𝗦𝗦'𝘀 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗘

How my music spree started

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HAIKYUU

➫ Dime Quien Es [Kuroo.T]

➫ El Amor De Mi Vida [Sakusa.K]

➫ Pideme [Kita.S]

➫ Tu [Matsukawa.I]

➫ La Boca Les Callamos [Bokuto.K]

➫ Mi Bonita [Akaashi.K]

➫ 7 Dias [Oikawa.T]

TOKYO REVENGERS

➫ Hilito [Draken]

➫ El Perdedor [Kazutora]

➫ Eres Mia [Taiju.S] nsfw

➫ El Malo [Hanma.S]

➫ Mi Corazoncito [Kisaki.T]

➫ Todo Me Gusta De Ti [Kakucho.H]

JUJUTSU KAISEN

➫ Rakata [Toji.F]

➫ Juraste [Nanami.K]

➫ Odio [Gojo]

➫ Eres Mi Droga [Choso]

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I love love love this man

hanma: literally being an antagonist and antagonizing everyone

me: i bet he loves forehead kisses !! :D

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I lovedd this so much. It made my day, thank you very much

Hii can I get a request how the GOM + kagami would react to there s/o getting sexually assaulted or getting uncomfortable around other guys. This recently happened to me so i feel like reading this might help me in anyway:) it's okay if you dont feel comfortable

Hi! I hope you're okay! I'm so sorry that had to happen to you! Nobody deserves to go through something like that. I'm not sure if this is enough but I hope I could help with everything that happened! Again, I hope you're alright!

TW: Although I made sure to not mention any words and tried to make this comforting but it's still in that context where the reader was s*xually assaulted so if it's triggering for you then please don't read this

Akashi Seijuro

Akashi would be livid, already calling guards and asking his maids to call for lawyers because he is making sure that assh*le goes to jail, while doing so, he's going to make sure to comfort you, reassuring you that everything's alright while making sure he isn't making you feel uncomfortable

Aomine Daiki

He was ready to beat that person's ass once you told him what happened, but he takes in your frightened stance then he's going to calm right out, maybe hold you in his arms so you could fall asleep and once you do, he's going to call Momoi to stay with you for a while as he beats some ass

Kise Ryouta

His heart broke when you told him what happened, just like the others, he's going to comfort you and promise that you'll be safe in his arms and that whoever that person is, doesn't get to see the light of day. He might be really soft with you but that doesn't go for the other guy because he's going to make him pay

Midorima Shintaro

He was frozen in surprise as first, but soon he remembers that you're in much more need of support. So he's going to pull you into his arms although the first few seconds he was stiff but when you relaxed in them then he's going to tighten his grip (Not in a painful way but enough to make you feel safe) he's going to make sure that person goes to jail for what he did but before that, he wants to make sure you're okay

Murasakibara Atsushi

He was already halfway out-ready to look for whoever that is- when he remembered your frightened expression, so he goes back in and asks you if you want a hug (He's scared that he might make you uncomfortable) and when you say yes then he's going to give you the biggest bear hug he could. He would probably message Himuro or even the whole team to help him search for that person-of course everyone says yes, they all can't accept anybody doing that to someone and letting them off the hook

Kagami Taiga

Would rush to your aid before he remembers that you might not be comfortable with what he's about to do, so he asks you first then he's going to comfort you. He's going to whisper reassurance and motivating words on your ear, letting you know that you would be okay and nobody's going to touch you anymore

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smoke { hanma x reader }

summary: you and hanma meet in the graveyard

warnings: mentions of death, grieving w comfort-ish, chapter 205 spoilers

the rain bounced off of your black, plastic umbrella. the cool air left kisses on your skin. the graveyard was your comfort place. it helped you think and you felt comfort in talking to the souls that reside there, whether they were listening or not. occasionally there would be a stray cat that would keep you company, but today, there was a man sitting by the headstone next to your fathers.

he was dressed in baggy clothes, loose jeans and a red hoodie that covered his head from your eyes. a stark contrast to your flowered yukata and zuri. the smell of cigarette smoke wafted towards your nose and you scrunched your face lightly. you had no problem with smoking, in fact your father was an avid smoker, but you found it disrespectful to smoke in a place of serenity.

you bent down, careful not to put your bum near the wet ground. your hand reached out to brush off the specks of dirt near the name on your fathers headstone.

loving father and husband.

your father summed up in four words. all of which were true. you’re mother, soon to be remarried, didn’t visit often. if ever. she’d come by for your fathers birthday, but she was so desperately trying to move on that she didn’t spend much time there. she’d say “happy birthday, my love” and then walk back home. it was probably what hurt the most about your fathers passing. the idea that you’d be living with a new father soon and the fear that you were the only one holding onto his memory.

the man seemed to notice your presence. he tilted his head towards yours slightly, as if he were listening to you. you couldn’t help but stare at the cigarette in his hand. it was the same brand your father smoked.

“want one?”, his voice was deep. slightly raspy but still filled with life and humor.

“no, i find it disrespectful to smoke in a graveyard.” your voice was curt. you didn’t like to talk with the patrons here. most didn’t want to talk as well, but this guy seemed rather chatty.

“i promised him that i would tell him this story and i think this story deserves a cigarette.” he laughed lightly, before turning to fully face you.

he had black hair with a blonde tuft right in the center. his eyes were tired and red, one might’ve been fooled to think that the redness was from the smoke but you knew post-cry eyes when you saw them. he was very handsome, but in a rough almost ragged way. you also noted the two tattoos that graced his large hands.

“can i have one?” you asked.

“i thought you said smoking was disrespectful?” he mocked.

“it’s for my father, i think he deserves a smoke.”

he seemed confused for a second before putting the pieces together. his eyes glanced towards the headstone.

loving father and husband.

“here, sweetheart.” he pulled out the cigarette, placing it in your much smaller hand. you began to realize how much bigger he was than you had originally thought.

you bowed your head slightly and smiled as you placed it down at the base of your fathers grave.

“popular guy?” he asked, gesturing towards the small pile of flowers placed at the grave.

“they’re all from me”, you couldn’t help but sigh. all relatives and friends had stopped visiting and moved on.

“ah, i see. no one visits kisaki either. most people think he’s better off dead,” he chuckles, “not that i disagree.”

you looked at the headstone. kisaki tetta. it only said his date of birth and death, there was nothing else. he was a young guy. your age, actually.

“what story did you tell him?”

he cracked his neck and leaned back onto the palms of his hands.

“it’s a long one. he wanted to know why i kept following him.”

“and why did you?”

he sighed. looking off into the distance, obvously not wanting to talk about it. you suddenly felt bad for crossing a boundary, assuming the conversation would end here.

“you promise your dad something?”

you stared at the slick, polished stone in front of you. other than a name, a date and four simple words, your father was just another person laid to rest here. he had a slow death, it was more a deterioration. day by day he looked less and less like your father. it got to the point that you could barely bring yourself to walk into that plain, white hospital room.

“no,” you looked over at him, “but he promised me something.”

he turned to look at you. smoke wafting up near his face.

“yeah?”

“he said he’d send someone for me, to be there for me.”

behind the smoke, you could almost see this expression of knowing. but it faded away sooner than it had come. he looked tranquil, the dimmed light from behind the dark clouds reflected ever so softly off his back. giving him a halo effect.

“i wish i had someone sent for me.”

“maybe you did.”

he laughed at that. the idea of kisaki sending someone to look after him was more than funny. he’d probably send some reincarnation of himself to keep hanma from moving on forever.

your hands picked up the cigarette on your father’s grave.

“can i have a light?” you asked, catching him by surprise.

he moved closer to you, close enough that his knee was touching yours. he tilted his head, staring at the cigarette placed between your soft lips. then lifted the lighter to it. there were two small clicks and then flame lit up. the smell of butane filling your nose. the heat from the lighter caused you to shiver and lean ever so slightly towards the man. he noticed this and chuckled.

“hold still, sweetheart.”

there was that nickname again. he said it like he was talking to a child. soft and gentle but teasing too. it came off his tongue and wrapped around you like a warm hug. it was comforting.

the first intake of the smoke was strong and you couldn’t help but cough. it stung slightly, but in the best way.

hanma stared at you. watching your expression as you got used to the cigarette. you smelt like flowers and silk. it was like a wave hitting a rock compared to his scent of smoke and cologne. he could almost hear kisaki teasing him, scoffing at him for being so quick to cling onto some stranger. was he really that desperate for friendship? for affection?

normally, no. but there was something about you. he couldn’t help but hope you were the one kisaki had sent for him.

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would fight 10 men at once

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IM GONNA NEED ANOTHER . I LOVE THIS SO MUCH😭😩

Latino gang.

⌗ Summary: Tenjiku boys with a latina.

⌗ Pairing: Hanma Shuji, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani.

⌗ Warnings: Your mom and Hanma in a room.

⌗ A/N: Let me dance bachata with Ran NOW💳💥

Request.

Hanma Shuji.

You are actually worry about your family loving him this much.

But it’s just that he’s is fake.

Let me explain.

The day your grandma saw his hand's tattoos he sits on the floor beside her and let her pat his hands softly while she was preaching him.

Where’s the fake in that? Him actually telling her that she’s right, that yup, he would do what she said.

Mf even asked her if she would take him to church with her.

"Those tattoos, this is not you, right m’ijo? Those are things we do when we are young but later we regret”

“That’s right, grandma, that’s right~” He sings.

All the time you are in a corner judging his ass because you know damn right he finds JOY in chaos.

At first, you thought he was forcing the liking your culture agenda.

But he does. He really does.

He’s all smiles when your mom is cooking typical plates for him to try.

He has denied going out with you just to stay at home spilling tea with your mom.😕

No bc y’all know he likes chaos.

He focuses on everything your mom says about your tías like the future of his gang depends on it.

“I can’t believe her, she stayed with him after he cheated on her?” He whispers/screams like he isn’t in the kitchen with just your mom and you.

“¡Ay m’ijo! She’s dumb I’m telling you!” And he genuinely laughs because making fun of dumb people with his mother-in-law? His hobby.

Ditch his gang members just to hang out with your family. Doesn’t give a fuck if Kisaki needs him, your grandma said she made his favorite dish!!

You throw hands with your cousins for showing him reggaeton.

Reggaeton isn’t bad, never! But they also showed him the many ways you can dance it.

Now you have this titan fake bumping you every time he hears a song. Even if it’s a ballad.

Just agree to dance with you if it’s reggaeton because he knows you’re gonna grind on him.

Came out being a whole Anuel AA stan.

Ran Haitani.

Found his home.

Loves to hear you talk in your native language but mf is too fucking annoying.

As soon as he learns some basic words you would never know peace.

“Hola mi amor,” He says one day entering your apartment, you look at him confused. “Oh? Sorry, forgot not everybody can understand me, I said hi love,”

“Bitch—” You whooped his ass.

He said he doesn’t dance because it’s too much footwork and is tiring.

Till he sees your cousins dancing with their boyfriends.

Now he wants to dance bachata like that.

You showed him the basics but mf can’t keep his hands to himself. He dances with both of his hands on your ass and on your ass only.

Was shocked as hell the day he tried to be romantic by hugging you from behind while you were doing the dishes. But it was blasting Hola Remix on the speakers.

So, obviously, you start to grind on him while cleaning a pan as if that’s the most normal thing to do.

Now you can’t be in the kitchen for one minute because he’s already hugging you from behind and swaying you from side to side.

Rindou Haitani.

Listen, he’s shocked almost all the time.

But it’s not a bad or judgmental shock, he just loves everything so much that doesn’t know what to do.

Is shocked the first time he went to a party with you and see all the little kids sleeping in random places, there’s even one next to a speaker!!

“I-Is that okay?” He asks.

“Yup, after 8pm it’s adults time, they can sleep on the floor or we throw them all in one room,” You say starting to move your hips at the salsa that was playing.

He’s there like 😨🧍🏾

Is SHOOKTH to the core the day he sees you fighting your brother.

Like FIST FIGHTING HIM.

Starts to walk to you to break the fight till he sees your brother whining in pain.

“B-babe—” He tries to talk to you.

“Don’t worry Rin, just showing this little bitch why he shouldn’t eat my damn chicken”

Later he asks you if you want to join Tenjiku because that uppercut—

Gets obsessed with salsa, and threatens to end the relationship if you don’t teach him.

All the time you’re like 🧍🏾‍♀️ I DONT KNOW EITHER BITCH?

So you take him to your mom and he’s a happy man now that he can follow the basic steps.

Was heartbroken when he saw you dancing with the mop on cleaning day.

“I thought you didn’t know how to dance?” He says bitter, glaring at you.

“I said I didn’t know how to dance salsa, but merengue is another thing”

Now you have to show him how to dance merengue too.

@saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @melaninnntae @haitanigigi @dai-tsukki-desu @yunho-leeknow @keimisan @welkinmoongrab

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Ahhh i love your Twitter links!! Since we have dom tamaki can we have sub tamaki? ☺

Yes I love sub tamaki ☹️☹️

(sorry it’s not rlly a lot, im sleepy rn lol)

➤ [twt links masterlist]

[I just know he edges himself constantly]

[so desperate to cum that his back starts arching :(]

[HEAR ME OUT, you peg him once and now he’s just dumb for the strap 😩 bby can’t get enough]

[gif: facefucking but he rides your face <3]

[dry humping tamaki instead of letting him fuck you because he came home later than he promised]

+

[gently feeling all around him while letting your thigh slowly stroke him]

[tossing and turning because he can’t handle the overstimulation]

[the toy + one small stroke on his top with your finger has him coming so much in so little time]

[leaning on his thighs to hold them down while you overstimulate him, it’s so cute how he arches his back when you rub your palm against his his tip]

[blurry but the way he’d push his hips back and fuck himself on your fingers mmm]

Tags: @unknownsubstance

[xlala17]

Im saving this for later:)

hi juni! do you have any ideas/tips on what to say/do to a male sub in bed ??

domming guys can be a lot different then domming girls; guys have a harder time expressing their needs and how they're feeling so constantly ask them and always be very watchful about their body language. they have a tendency to feel like they need to just "tough it out" if they're uncomfortable with something, so also always let them know that it's okay to wanna stop.

but some things i've realized subby guys really like are:

treat him like a dog without the dog properties. they love it. ex: pet him, call him a good boy, baby talk and/or patronizing voice, use really simple terms/talk through everything you're doing.

let him know how good he's making you feel despite you being the dominant one— it makes them melt. they love knowing they're useful even when they're not dominant.

heavy on the praise. heavy on the praise. from personal experience, boys tend to prefer being praised over degraded, and the praise makes them so melty and puts them in such a cute headspace

and then always remember aftercare. boys need aftercare too, just as much as everyone else does. ask him what he liked and what he didn't like, how he's feeling, if there's something he wants to try etc.

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The best ive read so far😭😫

A Waitress’ Worst Nightmare

A/N: Written for the BNHA Degeneracy 9-5 collab! THIS IS 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW.sexual harassment, TW.oral(recieving), TW.degredation TW.nipple play, TW.Mommy kink

Pairing: busboy!Keigo, linecook!Dabi, f!waitress!Reader

You’re a college student just trying to get by. The biggest worry you should have right now is if you had enough time to finish that psych paper or when you were going to meet up with your calculus study group. Instead, you’ve got a much larger problem facing you…A problem that has permeated through every aspect of your life. Your coworkers were Grade-A-Assholes who decided making your life miserable was on the top of their to do lists.

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[xlala17]

This was beautiful

yuh!yuh!yuh!

-sitting here imagining plug!eren who gets extremely pissed off after you tell him you have a boyfriend after he spent twenty minutes constantly flirting with you trying to make his move.

-plug!eren who always hooks you up with the best shit around and always responds rlly fast to you cause he knows you could easily get a different plug and he doesn’t want that to happen. (he wants you all to himself)

-plug!eren who lets you cry into his arms after you and your boyfriend of two years just broke up promising you that ‘your better off without him’ and you could do ‘so much better than that lowlife.’

-plug!eren who rolls a quick blunt for you after you had calmed down in hopes of helping you relax a bit more.

-plug!eren who can’t help the low grunts, and praises slipping from his mouth watching you bounce on his throbbing cock. ‘shit, baby.’ ‘fuck, fuck, fuck.’ ‘such a pretty slut’ ‘ ‘m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that piece of shits name after’

-plug!eren who lets you use his body time and time again even if he’s so damn sensitive.

-plug!eren who eats you out like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, watching you squirm as he never once loses eye contact with you while he’s sucking your clit, causing you to throw your head back, letting out curses.

-plug!eren who’s satisfied after making you cum for the sixth time, getting up and wiping you down whispering ‘you took me so well baby, so so proud of you.’

-plug!eren who cuddles up next to you, planting a soft kiss against your forehead before saying ‘my pretty baby.’

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Hey I just got your request and I’ll definitely work on it but I needed to let you know demolition lovers is one of my favorite songs!! And MCR is my favorite band, thanks for the request!

OMG SAMEE. IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT 😭