𝔚𝔥𝔬’𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯⁉️

〈 Draken swears he doesn’t only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichi’s younger sister, walks into his shop….

“Draken, you have a thing for little sisters.”

“I do not.”

The look on everyone’s faces begs to differ.

First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didn’t work out between the two, she was still Mikey’s little sister.

“Can’t believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.” Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.

“Wait— who’s sister is he going for now?”

Takemichi’s comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth.

Love Me Wrong [01 ; Memoirs]

content: angst, mourning, and kidnapping

featuring: hanma, sanzu, mikey, and mentions of kisaki

note: here's part one that's more like an intro, setting the mood for the story. nothing explicit just yet hehe. feel free to reblog, drop an ask, or leave a comment! also a big thanks to @suyaluvs for beta reading this <3

words: 2.2k

other: masterlist @tometpd @hanayanetwork @tokyoredlightdistrict

Despite your silent prayers, the weather forecast proved itself correct, and flurries, as far as the eye could see, descended from the sky as you trudged through the cemetery. In one hand you held a black convenience store bag full of your brother’s favorite snacks and in the other, you cradled a wisteria bonsai that you’d bought as a gift for him. After more than a decade, you could still picture him in the warm summer sunlight, leaning against a wisteria tree with a notebook full of notes and fighting off the urge to sleep.

Then again, Kisaki Tetta had always been a fighter.

He’d fought with your father, demanding child support on behalf of his mother. He’d fought with your mother whenever she spewed insults at him. He’d fought with his mother whenever she received you with open arms after running away from the toxic environment that was your home. And he’d especially fought you, his half-sister, whenever life was too cruel to him and he needed an easy outlet for his festered anger.

Kisaki had always been a fighter and that was what ultimately led to his horrific death.

“Make it quick, Princess. You’re in enough danger just being here.” A tired rumble interrupted your reverie and you turned around to glare at the man that had been your shadow ever since your brother’s death.

“It’s been twelve years, Hanma,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes. “No one is following me around.”

The tall, lanky man took a drag from his cigarette–a filthy habit as you’d told him multiple times–before blowing out the smoke.

“Still, ther–”

“There’s always a chance,” you interrupted with a sigh. “I know, I know. I’ll be quick, I promise.” As a peace offering, you shot him a smile that he returned, albeit partially and with a roll of his eyes.

Careful not to slip on the thin layer of snow, you hurried down the aisle of gravestones demarcated by family name until you found yours. There, behind the center pillar, you saw your brother’s name on a grave marker and ran your fingers over the characters burned onto the smooth wooden surface.

“Twelve years and I still can’t believe you’re gone,” you whispered as your throat constricted.

PLEASE DON’T GO I’LL EAT YOU WHOLE ┊ SANZU HARUCHIYO — 明司 春千夜

You’ve always found comfort and solace in the night. The way the maws of darkness would swallow the skies whole brought you a catharsis of sorts; it settled your soul at ease and promised you peace– until that one, fateful night.

The night that you had met a man who truly was one with the shadows, shadows that your mother had always warned you to stay away from.

But love was your drug of choice, just as much as it was his, that is, until this one, fateful night.

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴

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

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.

champagne problems

pairing: Kisaki x f!reader

content: angst, kisaki being not-so faithful, hurt/comfort

note: i'm going through a swiftie phase plus i've been meaning to write something with kisaki. the christmas setting was completely accidental btw guess i just got inspired by the holidays heheh

words: 1.7k+

tagging: @tometpd @planetonet @hanayanetwork

You’d been working on your look of surprise for when Kisaki surprised you with tickets to Maui, but there was nothing artificial about your reaction when he propped down on one knee in the foyer of his parent’s home on Christmas to give you your “gift”.

“Y/N, these five years have made me realize you are the only person I could ever marry.” He declared, opening the little velvet box that held a gorgeous ring. “So, will you marry me?”

He was full of confidence in his proposal. It was the same confidence that had once made you fall for him during your school years. Confidence that now made you want to slap it off his face for having the gall to propose to you while planning a lover’s trip to Maui with someone else.

You discovered his secret on accident during a date. He’d gone to the bathroom in a hurry and carelessly left his phone on the table. While you’d never been the type to search through your partner’s phones, your curiosity got the best of you when his phone lit up and you saw the confirmation email for a reservation at a Mauian resort. Later that night you confirmed it was a resort for lovers and stayed up late reading reviews and shopping for a new swimsuit. While you could always return the swimsuit and get your money back, you would never get back the five years you spent with Kisaki no matter how big of a scene you made in front of his loved ones.

However, you wouldn’t accept his proposal either, so you closed the box and wordlessly begged him to stand. A message that didn’t register with him.

“Can we talk about this later?” You whispered, ignoring the disappointed looks and murmurs of his family.

His face was flushed as he rose to his feet, whether it was from anger or embarrassment you didn’t know. “Why not now? Why don’t you want to marry me?!” His voice went up a notch and his family stopped their track to the dining room to listen.

Desperate to keep your falling out under wraps–at least for the remainder of the evening–you pulled him aside and inadvertently let some of your anger slip out.

“I know about Maui, so unless you want your entire family to know, I suggest you drop this until we leave.” Despite your threat, your voice came out wobbly and tears dotted your eyes as you searched Kisaki’s face for his surrender.

Steel-blue eyes widened and his face blanched, but he didn’t deny it. Then again, how could he when the evidence was stacked up against him? Defeated, he ran his free hand through his already mussed hair before tucking the box in his pocket and making his way back into the dining room. He was followed by the remainder of his family, still murmuring only this time loud enough for you to hear.

“Such a shame”

“Five years wasted on her”

“Poor Tetta”

discipline

Shinichiro Sano x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: overstimulation (f!receiving), toy usage (vibrator), degradation, brat tamer Shinichiro, impact play, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, safeword mention, use of handcuffs, ripping clothes, kinda hard dom Shinichiro, sub!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), clit spanks, orgasm denial (just once), dacryphilia, cervix kisses

Synopsis: you have been such a naughty girl all year round. It’s about time someone disciplined you and Shinichiro would gladly take that role

(yes let’s pretend it’s still Christmas time)

For @taixju’s Naughty or Nice Collab thank you for letting me join!!

It’s no longer a question of what did you do but more of a what haven’t you done?

You like to push buttons, it’s only natural for you. Especially when it comes to Shinichiro, he lets you get away with everything. Yes he’ll spank you a little or he’ll threaten to not let you cum but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

I love you so (please let me go)

pairing: Ran Haitani x reader

content: angst, cheating, hurt no comfort

note: my love of toxic men knows no bounds. i've been having ran brainrot for the past few days

words: 861

tagging: @tometpd @planetonet @hanayanetwork

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t right.

How he could just waltz right back into your life and tear it down with a single text, look, or letter.

You’d been Ran Haitani clean for almost a month when amongst the starchy white bills you found a pretty lavender envelope with a silver wax seal that bore the letters R and A. Thinking nothing of it, you opened it only to find an engagement announcement between him and some woman by the name of Ai–Love.

You couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly as you read through the sickly sweet introduction, cordial invitation to their party, and warm regards that were signed with both of their names in wedding script cursive. Nor could you help the angry tears that spilled onto your hands as you tore the letter into bits. In your misery and with your hand clasping a glass of wine, you scoured your social media for Ai and found yourself pitying the girl that desperately clung to the cool and charismatic man in every photo she posted. Because despite all of the love and affection in her name, you knew Ran Haitani didn’t have the capacity to love anyone but himself.

Drunk and disarmed was how Ran liked you best and that was exactly how he found you later that evening when you stumbled to your front door and found him on the other side.

dirty dancing

Baji Keisuke x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: floor sex (yes a clean floor, I’m not a heathen), unprotected sex, creampie, biting (it’s baji what do you expect?), slight sweat kink (he licks your sweat), cum eating, Baji kisses your clit before eating you out, implied oral sex (f!receiving), light clit slapping, hair pulling

Synopsis: it all started with a dance in the club which leads to a new dance partner and something more

A/N: this is my own personal AU where Baji is 25 YEARS OLD if you don’t like the idea of me aging him up DONT READ IT (am I also testing how far I can go with banners? maybe…yes)

Baji Keisuke. At the ripe age of 25 he has won multiple dancing awards. He even opened a dance studio with two of his best friends to teach classes to the locals. He’s a jack of all trades but his specialty is Latin dances. You name it he has an award in it; salsa, rumba, cha-cha, samba, everything. When he’s not in competition mode you can find him at the local salsa club, dancing the night away.

blue lock x tokyo revengers - a series

our cry baby hero

@seraphofthesimps @tometpd

What kind of virgin are they?

🍎𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: every characters

🍏𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: precised at each category

🍎𝓐/𝓝 : I added the women at the last minute and got to lazy to change he to they pronouns-

Minor, blank and ageless blog do not interact (18+ isn't an age indicator)

Thicker Than Water // PART 02

tags // haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader, historical!au, dark content (incest), smut, manipulation, implied grooming, morally grey characters, oral f!receiving, somnophilia, toxic relationships, inspired by the tv series El Cid, scheming, fight for a throne, period-typical sexism, takeomi akashi, senju akashi, manjiro “mikey” sano, minor mickey x senju, yuzuha shiba, ken “draken” ryuguji, yasuhiro muto, ran haitani, emma sano

note // new characters are introduced, y/n works to overcome her newest obstacle, haruchiyo shows his true colors, and pieces start falling into place

wc // 7k+

extras // playlist  masterlist  @planetonet  @tometpd  

PART 02 // ALLIANCES

Marriage

At the best of times, it had been a joke between you and your father where he would list off names of eligible noblemen and you would either laugh or scrunch up your nose in disgust. Your reactions had always brought a smile to his face, and if he’d had enough to drink, would draw out that booming laughter you had loved so much.

At the worst of times, it had been used as a threat by your father whenever you overstepped your bounds and criticized his decisions or challenged your brother, Takeomi. It had been during those heated encounters that you’d been reminded of your complicated relationship with your father.

As you’d realized from the moment you stepped foot into his solar, Takeomi wasn’t your father. His naming of Ran Haitani as your betrothed was neither a joke nor a threat—It was a promise. One that made your blood run cold as you struggled to come up with an excuse. You reached for the chalice of watered-down wine and took a tentative sip while you crafted your response.

“While I’m not opposed to marriage, Your Majesty, I’m afraid Haruchiyo still needs me.”

Takeomi’s head tilted slightly and his mouth curled into a smirk. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yes, he hasn’t fully assimilated into life here at court. I’m sure you’re also aware of his occasional… episodes.” You replied, setting down the brass cup, “and you and I both know only I can calm him down when he gets that way.”

Taking a large bite of bread, Takeomi chewed while his eyes bore into you, amusement dripping from them. You did your best to appear unaffected, but the topic of your marriage had completely disarmed you.

“I think you overestimate yourself, little sister.” Takeomi countered, swirling the wine in his cup. “As far as I know, you had that control over him, but that’s not the case anymore.”

“I assure you‒”

He interrupted you by slamming his cup on the table. Droplets of wine spilled on his hand before trickling onto the table. You flinched at his sudden outburst, and the unspoken words died on your tongue when you saw the grave expression on his face.

“You will marry Haitani as soon as he sets a date and do your duty as a princess of this kingdom. I will deal with our little brother.

Takeomi left no room for argument as he glowered at you. It was the same face you’d seen many times in your youth whenever you bested your older brother and one you had always responded to with a triumphant smirk.

Unfortunately, the days when you could openly defy your older brother ended when the Archbishop placed the crown on his head, so you donned the most pleasant smile you could muster.

 “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

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ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱

𖤐 A kinktober piece 𖤐 Draken x Fem!Reader 𖤐

It was his fault honestly.

It was utterly his own damn fault

Because why on earth did your boyfriend, Ryuguji Ken, have to look so damn hot doing his job.

With a little grease smeared on his neck, sleeves of his coveralls rolled up enough to show the taut muscles of his biceps, rippling away each time he brought a new tool to the bike’s engine.

Yep, it was all on him, the fact that you were late to work, the fact that you were supposed to be walking right past him to head to your job.

But instead, you stood watching him, lip bitten puffy and heat pooling between your thighs.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Here’s the Tokyo revengers version, as promised. These were just as fun as the first one, I hope y’all enjoy

𖤐 warnings: sanzu is a little possessive, it does get a little suggestive, but nothin crazy <3

𖤐 member of @tometpd

Draken: Gold chain

Thicker Than Water // PART 01

tags // haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader, historical!au, dark content (incest), smut, manipulation, implied grooming, morally grey characters, inspired by the tv series El Cid, scheming, fight for a throne, period-typical sexism, takeomi akashi, senju akashi, manjiro “mikey” sano, mentioned mickey x senju

note // first part dives right in to the conflict. y/n confirms her suspicions, haruchiyo’s facade starts to slip, takeomi throws y/n a curveball

wc // 3.8k+

extras // playlist  masterlist  @planetonet  @tometpd​   

PART 01 // SUCCESSION

“The king is dead, long live the king!”

It was the mantra courtiers cried out in the throne room while you stood on the sidelines, watching and seething. Your hands fisted the skirt of your dress as your older brother, Takeomi, sauntered up to the throne where the Archbishop and crown were waiting for him. You shifted your gaze to the object of your desires, the golden crown, that almost seemed to tease you because, no matter how much you wanted to feel its weight on your head, it would never be yours. The lack of a particular appendage between your legs guaranteed you would never rule, no matter how much the man standing next to you insisted you should.

As if he had read your resentful thoughts, Haruchiyo pried your hand away from your skirt and laced his fingers through yours. Your heart rose to your throat at his shameless display and your eyes scanned the room while you tried pulling away from his grasp. When the two of you were in the clear, you gave him a pointed look and tugged on your arm again.

Haruchiyo met your sharp gaze with a seemingly playful one and a wicked grin that would have fooled anyone but you. He was someone you knew well, and you could make out the irritation under his facade that manifested in his tightened jaw and bruising grip. When you didn’t relent, he ever so slightly leaned into your ear and whispered.

“Your struggle brings more attention to us.”

You fought the urge to shudder from his hot breath in your ear and merely fixed him with a hard stare before returning your gaze to your brother, already on the throne with the crown resting on his head. Shifting closer to Haruchiyo, you hid your conjoined hands behind your skirt while he let out a quiet hum, stroking your knuckles.

“Long live the king!” the two of you chanted but neither of you meant it.

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Welcum Home

Pairing: Post prison/virgin!Kazutora x Fem!Reader x Chifuyu (mostly Kazutora x Fem!reader though, only a small portion that Chifuyu joins)

Length: 7k

Rating: 18+, Minors can fuck right off this post and my blog 

TW: car sex, semi public sex, breeding/creampie, use of princess as a nickname, use of doll as a nickname, voyeurism, virgin!Kazutora, possessiveness, a couple random spanks, rough sex, threesome for a few paragraphs, oral sex (male receiving), being fucked to the point of passing out

Summary: You and Chifuyu come to pick Kazutora up from prison and take him home, finally. Needy for his sweet little girlfriend, Kazutora can’t help but take you right then and there in the car while Chifuyu drives you all home. Once you’re home, Chifuyu joins in.

Note: All characters are 18+. Unedited because I’m lazy 💙

“Oh fuck,” Kazutora groaned, “Right there baby. Right there. Oh fuck, you feel so good baby.” You lifted yourself up, hands on his shoulders, riding Kazutora’s cock in the backseat as Chifuyu drove the car home from the prison. 

—Surrender

Hanma x reader, angst with a dash of fluff, hurt with comfort, mention of death

a/n: just a little something for Hanma's bday

wc: 1.3k+

tg: @tometpd

You hate the rain.

You hate the cold.

So when you get off from a twelve-hour shift at the hospital with aching muscles and the lingering smell of disinfectant only to step outside and find cold rain falling from the night sky, you want to collapse right there on the steps of the staff entrance and let the rain wash you away.

Away from your family’s debt

Away from your shitty job

Away from your miserable life

“See you tomorrow, Y/N?” A coworker of yours asks as they sidestep you and release their umbrella with a sigh. They turn to you when you don’t answer right away, capturing your attention and dispelling your wishful thoughts.

“Bright and early,” you reply, with what you hope is a grin instead of a grimace. “See ya.”

They offer you a worn-out smile of their own before setting off for the staff parking lot, rainwater splashing around them with each step. The rest of the maintenance staff files out of the building with umbrellas, coats, or hats, while you remain on the steps with neither of those things.

Having run out of bus fare, you’d planned on walking home, not expecting the late-fall rain. You check the weather report to see when the rain will stop only to read that it’ll continue late into the night. With a defeated sigh, you zip up your sweater and hold your lunch bag over your head before stepping out from under the entrance cover into the cold heavy rain.

You make it around the corner of the hospital when a tall dark figure emerges with an oversized umbrella and blocks your way. Even under the dim flickering street lights, you’re able to make out the worn-out hoodie, mop of long black and blonde hair, and the word ‘sin’ tattooed on the hand he’s holding the umbrella with.