[inseobts]

Until You’re Safe

manjiro sano/mikey x fem!reader

(ko-fi request)

in one timeline, you died before you could tell mikey you loved him, but in this one, you just might live long enough to try

tags: angst and fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers, kidnapping, takemichi time travel

a/n: omg bestie, the other night I was looking at someone's else ko-fi page full of commissions and I was like "I wish it was me" and then I woke up and saw your commission T.T I almost cried lmao, made me so happy!!! thank you a lot for it!!!! I worked on this no-stop, day and night. it's the first time I write about mikey tho, so I hope I did a good job with it and that you will like it! let me know please o((>ω< ))o

words count: 7.3k

anime m.list || ao3 || ko-fi

“Why are you always here?” Mikey asks, but his tone isn’t annoyed. It’s lazy, soft, like he already knows the answer.

You’re sitting on the sidewalk next to his bike, a popsicle in hand, watching him scroll through his phone. The sun’s setting, painting the street orange and pink.

You shrug “Because you never go anywhere without me.”

He looks up at you, one eyebrow raised, a small grin forming “That so?”

“Yeah.” You take a bite of the popsicle “You’d forget to eat if I didn’t follow you around.”

He snorts “You sound like Draken.”

“I sound like someone who cares.” you say, pretending to be serious.

Mikey laughs, a short and quiet sound. Then, without looking at you, he reaches out and gently pulls the popsicle stick from your hand. He takes a bite from the other end like it’s the most normal thing ever.

“Hey!” you protest “Get your own!”

“You didn’t finish it.” he says simply, still chewing.

“That’s not the point!”

“It is now.” He smirks, handing the stick back. His fingers brush yours, warm and careless, but your heart still jumps.

You try to hide your face by looking away “You’re impossible.”

“Mm,” he hums, leaning back on his hands, eyes half-closed “That’s what you like about me.”

You freeze. He said it so easily. Like he knows. And he does, because Mikey always knows.

He opens one eye when you don’t reply “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say quickly “Just… thinking.”

“’Bout me?” His grin widens.

You groan “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But he only laughs again, that soft, honest laugh you’ve learned is rare.

Across the street, Draken and Mitsuya are watching the two of you talk, exchanging knowing looks. Draken shakes his head. Mitsuya smiles.

“Should we say something?” Mitsuya asks quietly.

Draken smirks “Nah. Let ‘em figure it out themselves.”

You have no idea they’re watching. Mikey leans closer, voice low “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t ever stop coming around, okay?”

You blink “Why would I?”

He shrugs, eyes on the sky now “Just… don’t.”

The way he says it makes your chest feel warm and heavy at the same time.

You smile, small and shy “Okay.”

And just like that, you stay there… two people who aren’t dating, but definitely something.

It’s late when you arrive at the parking lot. Toman meetings always start this way, loud voices, laughter, the sound of engines cooling down. But you’re only looking for one person.

You find Mikey sitting on his bike, half-listening to Draken and smiling at something Baji said. The second he sees you, though, that lazy grin softens, just for you.

“You’re late.” he says, kicking the ground lightly.

“You didn’t even tell me we were meeting.”

“I don’t have to,” he replies, tilting his head “You always come.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t stop smiling “You sound too sure of yourself.”

“I am.” he says simply.

You’re about to answer when Pah-chin throws an arm around you “Oi, Y/N! You came! Now we can start!”

Mikey gives him a look, and Pah quickly lets go with an awkward laugh.

You laugh too “Relax, he’s just being nice.”

Mikey doesn’t say anything. He just looks away, pretending to check his phone, but his jaw tightens slightly.

Draken notices and sighs “Man, you’re obvious.”

“What?” Mikey mutters.

“Nothing.” Draken says, smirking.

Later that night, everyone’s talking about the recent fights with a rival gang. You stay quiet, listening. You don’t like this part, the bruises, the blood, the way Mikey’s eyes change when he talks about it.

“Mikey,” you say softly when everyone else drifts away, “maybe you should rest. You look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“You always say that.”

“’Cause it’s true.”

You frown “You can’t keep fighting every day.”

He leans closer, a teasing smile on his lips “You worried about me?”

“Of course I am!” The words come out faster than you meant “You guys are always getting hurt—”

Before you finish, he reaches out and flicks your forehead gently “Don’t make that face, dummy.”

You pout, rubbing your forehead “You’re impossible.”

He smiles, but there’s something sad in it “If something ever happens to you,” he murmurs, “I think I’d go crazy, you know that?”

You freeze. He said it quietly, almost like to himself, but you heard it. He meets your eyes then, serious for a moment… too serious.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me.” you say, trying to sound light.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He finally smiles again, but his hand stays on your shoulder longer than usual.

That night, Takemichi catches up to you as you walk home.

“Hey, Y/N… you’re close with Mikey, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

He hesitates “Just… stay careful, okay? I’ve got a bad feeling about the next fight.”

You laugh nervously “You sound like an old man.”

He doesn’t laugh back “I mean it. Please.”

Something in his tone makes you stop walking. His eyes, usually soft, are full of fear.

“Takemichi…”

He shakes his head “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

You nod slowly “Okay.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. And as you walk away, the night feels a little colder.

Days earlier, when Takemichi opens his eyes, the world is bright again.

The future, his future, is supposed to be fixed. Toman was saved. Everyone was supposed to be happy.

He’s sitting in a small café, blinking as he adjusts to the light. He touches his face, his clothes, his phone. Everything feels… normal.

“Did it work?” he whispers to himself.

He pulls out his phone, hands trembling, and scrolls through his contacts. Mikey’s number, saved. Draken, alive. Everyone seems fine.

Takemichi smiles, tears welling up “I did it…?”

But before he can even finish the thought, his phone buzzes.

Naoto: We need to talk. Now.

Naoto looks tired when Takemichi meets him. Dark circles under his eyes, a stiffness in his shoulders that wasn’t there before.

“What’s wrong?” Takemichi asks immediately “Don’t tell me—”

Naoto cuts him off “It’s worse than before.”

Takemichi stares at him “What…?”

Naoto sets a thin folder on the table. Inside are photos, newspaper clippings, police reports.

“Toman fell apart years ago,” Naoto says quietly “Mikey disappeared after that. No one knows where he went.”

Takemichi’s stomach drops “That can’t be…! I fixed everything!”

Naoto doesn’t answer right away. He takes a breath and slides one of the papers toward him “It started after someone died.”

Takemichi frowns “Who?”

Naoto’s expression darkens “A girl. She was close to Mikey. Everyone said she was always with him.”

He flips the paper around. There’s a photo, your school picture. Smiling, unaware.

Takemichi’s breath catches “Y/N…?”

Naoto nods slowly “Twelve years ago. She died in a gang-related fight. The case went cold, no one was ever arrested for it. Her parents are still fighting for it.”

Takemichi stares at the article.

‘Giirl found dead after suspected gang violence.’

A short paragraph. A few lines about an “unidentified conflict”. Nothing about Toman. Nothing about who was responsible.

“They never found out who exactly killed her?” he whispers.

Naoto shakes his head “No. There were signs of a fight, but… no witnesses.”

Takemichi feels the air leave his lungs. He remembers you, the way you smiled when Mikey teased you, how you always stayed near him, the way you laughed at the worst times just to make him smile.

“She was always with him,” he says quietly “Always.”

Naoto watches him “You knew her?”

Takemichi nods “She’s… one of us.”

They go to find Chifuyu next. He’s older now, hair shorter, eyes dimmer, but his small smile is still there when he sees Takemichi.

“Takemichi. It’s been a while.”

Takemichi doesn’t waste time “Chifuyu, what happened to Y/N?”

The smile fades.

For a moment, Chifuyu doesn’t answer. Then he leans back in his chair, sighing softly “You really don’t remember, huh? Guess it’s complicated when you keep changing things.”

Takemichi waits.

“She was taken hostage,” Chifuyu says finally “By a rival gang. They knew how close she was to Mikey. They wanted to break him.”

Takemichi’s eyes widen “What…?”

“They thought killing her would stop the fight,” Chifuyu continues “But it did the opposite. Mikey lost it. We all did. He went after them alone. After that day, he wasn’t the same.”

Silence.

Takemichi swallows hard “So that’s what broke him.”

Chifuyu nods “Yeah. Mikey blamed himself. We all did, in a way. She was always around us, always trying to keep him smiling. They were—” He stops, a sad smile pulling at his lips “—they were both idiots. Too obvious, too stubborn to just say they liked each other.”

Takemichi looks down, his hands shaking. He can almost see it now, Mikey laughing with you, your voice teasing him, the warmth that used to fill the room when you were both there.

“She didn’t deserve that.” he whispers.

“No,” Chifuyu agrees “She didn’t.”

Naoto glances at Takemichi “You know what this means, right?”

Takemichi nods, gripping the edge of the table “This time… it’s not just about Toman. I have to save her. If she dies, Mikey falls apart. Everything falls apart.”

Naoto looks at him for a long moment before slowly nodding.

Takemichi closes his eyes, whispering to himself: “I’ll fix it. I’ll save her this time.”

After your last conversation with Takemichi, he starts showing up everywhere.

At first, you don’t think much of it. He’s nice, a bit awkward, always polite. He’s one of Mikey’s friends, after all.

But then he’s at the convenience store when you grab snacks. He’s waiting outside your classroom when you finish class. He even follows you to the Toman hangouts, always keeping a few steps behind.

You try to laugh it off. Maybe it’s just coincidence. Maybe he just likes being around people.

But it’s… weird. You didn't even talk that much before.

One afternoon, you find him standing near the river where you and Mikey usually meet. You stop a few meters away, crossing your arms “Okay, seriously, are you following me?”

Takemichi freezes “H-huh? No! I just—uh—I was passing by!”

“Passing by the same spot three times in one day every day?”

He opens and closes his mouth like he wants to explain, but can’t. His eyes dart around, desperate “I just… wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Okay?” you repeat, confused “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He hesitates, then smiles nervously “No reason! Just… y’know… being careful.”

You tilt your head “You’re weird, Takemichi.”

He laughs too quickly “Weird? Me? No way!”

You stare at him for a long moment, then sigh “Fine. Just don’t creep around like that, alright? You’re starting to scare me.”

He nods fast “Right! Got it! Sorry!”

You walk away, shaking your head.

That evening, you’re sitting with Mikey outside the shop, sharing a bag of chips. He’s quieter than usual, staring at the empty street.

“You’re thinking again,” you tease “That’s dangerous for you.”

He doesn’t smile “That guy. Takemichi. Why’s he always around you lately?”

You blink “I don’t know. Maybe he’s lonely?”

Mikey frowns “He’s lonely and follows you? Not his girlfriend, no Draken or anyone else?”

You laugh “Jealous?”

He looks at you, half-smirking, half-serious “Should I be?”

You throw a chip at him “Stop that.”

He catches it in his mouth and grins “You didn’t say no.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart beats a little faster.

Still, you can tell he’s bothered. Every time Takemichi shows up after that, Mikey’s expression tightens slightly, his jaw set, his smile thinner.

A few days later, you’re walking to the meeting spot again when Takemichi appears out of nowhere “Y/N!”

You jump “Takemichi! You scared me!”

“Sorry! I just… wanted to walk with you!”

You squint at him “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Being weird.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, then sighs “I’m sorry. I can’t explain right now, but… please, just be careful, okay? Don’t go anywhere alone.”

You laugh “You sound like Mikey.”

“Good,” he says softly “Then maybe I’m doing something right.”

You frown, ready to ask more, but he suddenly spots someone behind you and stiffens.

It’s Mikey.

He walks toward the two of you, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.

“Oi, Takemichi,” Mikey says casually, but his voice carries an edge “You planning to steal my best friend or something?”

Takemichi laughs awkwardly “No! Of course not! I was just… making sure she got here safe!”

“She’s been getting here fine for years,” Mikey says, stepping closer “You can relax.”

The silence stretches. You look between them, unsure what’s going on.

Then Mikey suddenly grins, breaking the tension “C’mon, let’s go. Toman’s waiting.”

You follow him, but as you glance back, Takemichi is still standing there, his face pale.

You don’t understand his fear, his strange protectiveness, but you feel a chill crawl up your spine anyway.

Later, while the others are laughing and talking, Mikey leans close enough for only you to hear.

“You don’t have to talk to him if he bothers you.”

“He doesn’t bother me,” you say, though you’re not sure if that’s true “He just… acts like something’s wrong.”

Mikey hums quietly “Then if something is wrong, I’ll handle it.”

You smile faintly “Always the hero, huh?”

He shrugs “Only for you.”

You laugh, but deep down, you know he means it. And maybe that’s why the look in Takemichi’s eyes keeps haunting you, because whatever he knows, it’s something that scares even him.

Something that might hurt you.

The trouble starts on an ordinary afternoon.

You’re walking home when someone calls your name “Y/N? Hey!”

It’s a classmate, one of the quiet ones who always sits near the window. You stop, smiling “Oh, hey!”

You talk for a bit about teachers and boring homework, nothing important. The wind picks up and blows dust into your face.

“Hold on,” he says, leaning closer “You’ve got something here.”

He reaches out, thumb brushing your cheek.

Before you can even blink, a voice shouts “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Takemichi bursts out from behind a parked car, eyes wide and wild. He grabs the guy’s wrist and shoves it away from you, stepping between you like a shield.

“Don’t touch her!”

Your classmate stumbles back, shocked “W-what’s your problem, man? I was just—”

“Back off!” Takemichi snaps, his voice shaking but firm.

You grab his arm “Takemichi, stop! He’s my classmate!”

Takemichi freezes. You can see the realization dawn on his face, followed by pure embarrassment “I…I thought—”

“Yeah, clearly you didn’t think.” you cut him off, cheeks burning.

You turn to your classmate and apologize to him “I’m really sorry. I’ll see you in class, okay?”

Your classmate looks between you two, confused and wary “Y/N, are you sure it’s okay to leave you with… him?”

You force a small smile “It’s fine. Sorry about that. Really.”

He hesitates, then nods and walks away.

As soon as he’s out of sight, you turn on Takemichi, anger bubbling up “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He opens his mouth to explain, but you don’t let him.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend already? Why don’t you just go to her instead of following me around like a stalker? It’s damn creepy!”

He flinches “I didn’t mean—”

“And you’re friends with Mikey,” you continue sharply “I don’t want to tell him and make you fight, so please just stop. Leave me alone.”

You don’t wait for his answer. You just walk away, heart pounding, still half-angry and half-confused.

After that day, you start avoiding everyone. No more late-night hangouts. No texts. No waiting by Mikey’s bike.

At first, you tell yourself you just need space, but the truth is, you’re scared of what you saw in Takemichi’s eyes: that mix of fear and desperation that made no sense at all.

You can’t explain it, so you hide it.

Mikey notices immediately. You dodge his calls, show up late and leave fast, laugh less.

He tries to play it cool, but it eats at him. He’s used to you always being there, your voice beside him, your hand tugging at his sleeve when he forgets to eat.

Now there’s only silence.

One evening he finds you near the vending machines.

“You’re hard to find lately.” he says, voice light but eyes sharp.

“Just busy…” you murmur.

He leans over your shoulder, stealing a sip from your can “Busy avoiding me?”

You turn, startled “It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?”

You hesitate, words stuck in your throat “Please… don’t ask right now…” you whisper, brushing past him.

He watches you go, jaw tight.

And that night he corners Takemichi instead.

“Since you kept following Y/N,” Mikey says, tone deceptively calm, “you know what happened to her?”

Takemichi freezes “W-what do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. She’s avoiding everyone… even me.”

Takemichi stammers, “I didn’t mean to mess things up.”

“Then why won’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“Because I can’t explain it!” Takemichi blurts “Not yet.”

Mikey’s patience cracks “That’s not good enough.”

“It’s my fault,” Takemichi says quietly “I thought she was in danger. I was just trying to protect her. I never wanted to come between you two.”

Mikey studies him for a long, silent moment. Then he exhales through his nose, eyes cold “If she’s in danger, I’ll handle it. You stay out of it.”

Takemichi nods, guilt flickering across his face “I know that… but this time it’s different.”

Mikey narrows his eyes “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Takemichi shakes his head “Nothing. Just… don’t let her walk home alone anymore.”

The next day, Mikey finds you sitting alone on the sidewalk, knees tucked close, lost in thought. He drops down beside you “You hiding something from me?”

You force a smile “No.”

“Then stop running away.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” he says softly “Whatever it is, I want to know. I can handle it.”

You look at him, the concern written all over his face, and your chest aches. You want to tell him everything, but you can’t.

“I’m fine, Mikey.”

He stares at you for a long time, then sighs “You’re a terrible liar.”

You laugh weakly “Guess I am.”

He smiles back, but his eyes stay troubled. Neither of you notice Takemichi watching from across the street, whispering under his breath, “Please… don’t let it happen again.”

The next day, Mikey changes.

He doesn’t say anything about it, because he never does, but you notice. He’s there when you leave school. He’s there when you grab lunch. He’s even there when you stop by the convenience store, leaning against his bike like he owns the place.

The funniest part? He doesn’t even try to hide it. He wants people to see.

At first, you think he’s joking “Mikey, are you seriously following me?”

He grins, holding up a bag of taiyaki “Nah. Just happened to be going the same way.”

“For the fifth time today?”

He shrugs “Guess we have the same schedule.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too.

Somehow, it becomes routine. Wherever you go, Mikey’s a few steps behind. When you’re with your girl friends after class, they whisper and giggle the moment they spot him standing near the school gate.

“Y/N,” one of them says, grinning “Your boyfriend’s here again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” you protest automatically.

They all laugh “Right. Sure he isn’t.”

You look over your shoulder. Mikey’s leaning on his bike, eating an ice cream and watching you with that lazy smile that always melts you a little.

“Fine,” you mumble, cheeks warm “I’ll go see what he wants.”

Your friends giggle again as you wave goodbye and walk over.

“You’re scaring my classmates.” you tell him.

He looks completely unbothered “They’ll live.”

You sigh, but the truth is, you don’t hate it. You actually like how easy it feels with him, how you don’t have to pretend around him.

When he walks beside you, you always feel safe. When he’s near, everything feels lighter.

So even if he’s clearly following you, you let him.

Takemichi watches from afar, hands buried in his pockets. He still worries, he always will, but seeing Mikey there beside you, calm and smiling, gives him a small flicker of hope.

He checks the date on his phone and thinks “The day she’s supposed to die is near…”

But you’re right there. Laughing. Alive.

For the first time in weeks, he lets himself breathe. Maybe, he changed it.

Still, until the day ends, he stays alert. Because Takemichi Hanagaki has learned that fate doesn’t give up easily.

Later that week, Draken corners Mikey “So you’re just gonna keep following her around like a lost puppy?”

Mikey looks up from his snack “Not following. Protecting.”

Draken smirks “Right. Protecting. You realize everyone at her school thinks you’re dating now?”

Mikey shrugs, but there’s a small smile tugging at his lips “Let ‘em think what they want.”

“Even Y/N?”

“She can think whatever she wants too.”

Draken shakes his head, laughing “You’re hopeless.”

Mikey just leans back, eyes half-closed, remembering the way you smiled earlier that day when you caught him waiting for you again.

Hopeless? Maybe. But he doesn’t care.

By the end of the week, it’s like the whole city knows. You and Mikey walking side by side, sharing snacks, him dropping you off at school, it’s impossible to miss.

Everywhere you go, people whisper:

“Are they dating?”

“They look perfect together.”

“They always have been, haven’t they?”

And yet, somehow, you and Mikey are the only ones who don’t realize it.

To you, it just feels normal, like breathing. To him, it feels like peace, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

And somewhere in the distance, Takemichi watches the sunset, whispering to himself, “Just a little longer… please stay safe, Y/N.”

Mikey waits where he always does, leaning against his bike outside your school gates, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a popsicle he doesn’t even taste.

The final bell rings, and the crowd of students spills out. Laughter, chatter, the sound of shoes on pavement.

He scans the faces automatically. You always come out last, usually smiling when you spot him, waving like you’re still surprised he’s there.

But this time, you don’t appear.

He stays there as the group thins. Minutes stretch.

Finally he walks toward a cluster of your classmates still talking near the gate. They quiet immediately when they see him.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks.

No one answers at first. He isn’t angry, but his presence is heavy, calm and sharp.

One girl finally speaks, voice small “Uh… she was called out by her family during class. She took her things and left.”

Mikey’s stomach twists “When?”

“About two hours ago.”

He doesn’t reply. The popsicle drops from his hand, forgotten.

He turns, already running for his bike.

The ride to your house feels endless. His thoughts spiral. Maybe she’s fine. Maybe her family really called. Maybe she’s home right now, safe and laughing at how dramatic he’s being.

Still, his grip tightens on the throttle.

When he stops in front of your gate, he barely kills the engine before knocking.

Your mom opens the door, surprised but smiling warmly “Oh—hello! You’re Mikey, right? Y/N’s always talking about you.”

Normally that would make him grin, maybe tease you about it later, but now his pulse is too loud in his ears “I’m sorry, ma’am, but is Y/N here?”

She looks puzzled “No, she probably just finished school. She should be home any minute. Do you want to wait inside?”

For a heartbeat, everything goes still. If she left school two hours ago…

His heart stutters.

“No,” he says quickly “It’s fine. I’ll see her later. Excuse me.”

Before she can answer, he’s already turning back, running to his bike.

The engine roars, echoing down the street as he speeds away, the unease in his chest growing heavier with every turn.

He drives through every place he knows you love, the park where you always stop for taiyaki, the arcade, the small bridge near the river where you like to sit and watch the water.

Nothing.

Every street feels emptier than before. Every minute, heavier. He parks for a second, breathing hard.

Where are you?

If you’re not at any of your favorite spots, then there’s only one person who might know what’s happening.

Takemichi.

The Toman hangout is loud when he gets there. Laughter, voices, the usual noise of boys pretending life isn’t as messy as it really is.

The door slams open.

Everyone turns.

Mikey walks in fast and doesn’t answer any of the greetings. Draken, sitting on the couch, frowns immediately.

Takemichi stands near Chifuyu, halfway through a sentence, when Mikey grabs him by the arm.

“What happened to Y/N?”

The whole room freezes.

Takemichi blinks, confused “What… what do you mean?”

“She’s gone.” Mikey snaps “You followed her for days saying she was in danger, and now she’s gone! What the hell is going on?”

His voice cracks at the end. Not anger this time, but fear.

Takemichi goes pale. His throat feels dry. The world starts spinning because he knows. He knows this is how it started before.

“M-Mikey, I—”

“Don’t play dumb!” Mikey shouts, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close. The room is so quiet now that everyone can hear Mikey’s breathing.

Takemichi stammers, eyes wide “She… she got taken.”

The words hit like a punch.

“What?” Mikey’s voice drops, deadly calm.

Takemichi forces himself to continue, each word trembling “By that gang we were planning to fight. They want to hurt you. They think if they have her… Toman could stop fighting.”

No one moves.

Mikey’s fingers tighten on Takemichi’s collar “Anythink else?”

“I don’t know exactly…” Takemichi says quickly “Just, please, we have to go now.”

Mikey lets him go, turning toward the door “Then move.”

Chifuyu’s already grabbing his jacket “I’m coming.”

Draken stands too “You’re not going alone.”

Within seconds, half of Toman is following. No one needs orders. Everyone knows Y/N. Everyone knows what she means to their leader.

Outside, engines roar to life. Mikey’s already ahead, eyes cold, knuckles white on the handlebar.

Takemichi rides behind him, his chest tight with guilt. He leans toward Chifuyu, voice barely a whisper over the wind “We have to find her today, before it’s too late.”

Chifuyu glances at him, understanding everything he can’t say.

“I know,” he replies, serious now “We won’t let it happen again.”

Takemichi stares at the road ahead, the fear burning in his chest. He thought he’d fixed it. He thought this time would be different. But fate, it seems, still wants to test them.

The smell of smoke and metal fills the air as Toman storms the rival gang’s hideout. Engines fade, replaced by the crash of fists and the echo of shouting.

Mikey is already in the middle of it, fast, ruthless, eyes darker than anyone has ever seen them. Every hit he throws is fueled by fear, by the image of you somewhere inside this place, alone, scared.

Takemichi and Chifuyu fight their way through behind him, yelling to each other between punches.

“She has to be here!” Chifuyu calls.

“She is!” Takemichi shouts back, breathless “We just have to get to her before—”

Before he can finish, a voice cuts through the chaos “STOP! OR I’LL KILL HER!”

Everything freezes and the noise dies like someone hit mute.

Mikey’s chest rises and falls fast. Slowly, he turns toward the sound.

At the far end of the hall, under a flickering light, the rival boss is standing. His grip is tight around your arm. Your arms and feet are tied, your mouth covered with a piece of cloth.

Your eyes are red and wet. When they meet Mikey’s, you shake your head desperately, silently begging him not to move.

The boss presses a knife to your cheek, grinning “Take another step, and she dies.”

Mikey’s body goes rigid. The silence burns.

Draken moves slightly forward, but Mikey lifts a hand, just one small gesture that means don’t.

“Let her go.” Mikey says, voice low and deadly calm “She has nothing to do with this.”

The man laughs “Nothing to do with it? She’s everything to do with it. You care about her, right? That’s why this works.”

Mikey’s fingers twitch. His heart pounds so loud it hurts. He can feel the edges of that dark impulse creeping up, the same one he’s been fighting for years.

Takemichi sees it too.

“Mikey,” he whispers, “wait, don’t.”

But Mikey’s already stepping forward.

The man presses the knife closer “One more step!”

You shake your head again, eyes wide, tears streaming down your face.

“Mikey, please—” Takemichi grabs his arm, voice cracking “If you lose it now, she dies. That’s what they want!”

Mikey’s breathing is uneven, wild “I can’t just stand here—”

“You can,” Takemichi says, louder this time “Because she’s still alive. We can save her.”

Mikey’s jaw tightens. He’s shaking, torn between rage and fear.

Takemichi takes a deep breath, stepping forward slowly, hands raised “Listen,” he says to the boss, forcing his voice steady “You think you’re winning right now, but you’re not. You’re surrounded. You hurt her, and you’re done.”

The man laughs, louder now, but his grip falters just a little “Big words for someone shaking.”

Takemichi keeps going “You wanted to prove something, right? That you could beat Mikey? Then fight him. One on one. Leave her out of it.”

That makes the guy hesitate “What?”

“Fight him,” Takemichi repeats “If you really think you’re strong, you don’t need a hostage.”

For a second, the man actually thinks about it. Then he scoffs “You think I’m stupid?”

Takemichi’s eyes narrow “No. I think you’re scared.”

The insult lands. The man’s pride snaps. He pushes you roughly toward one of his men to hold you while he steps forward, knife still raised.

The instant the knife leaves your skin, Mikey moves. Fast. Silent. Precise.

He’s on the boss in a blink. One kick. Two. The man collapses before he even knows what hit him.

Toman swarms forward. Draken grabs the man holding you, knocking him out in one swing. Chifuyu rushes to untie you.

Takemichi stumbles toward you, shaking but smiling with relief.

You fall into Mikey’s arms before your knees can give out, sobbing against his shoulder.

He wraps you up tight, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. His voice is low, trembling “You’re okay… you’re okay.”

Takemichi watches, heart pounding, whispering to himself. Not again. Not this time.

He did it. You’re alive.

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is a white ceiling and the soft beeping of machines.  Then voices.

“Sweetheart? Y/N?”

Your parents.

You blink until their faces come into focus. Your mom’s eyes are teary and your dad’s hand is already holding yours.

“You scared us to death…” your mom says, smiling through the tears.

“I’m okay” you whisper, throat dry. Then, almost without thinking, “Where’s Mikey?”

Both your parents look at each other, then laugh softly. Heat rushes to your cheeks.

Your mom points to the other side of the room “Right there.”

You turn your head and there he is, standing quietly near the wall, hands in his pockets, as if he didn’t want to interrupt. His eyes meet yours for a second, and the tension in his shoulders melts.

Your mom clears her throat “He never left your side. Not even for a second.”

You blink fast “He… didn’t?”

“Nope,” she says with a wink “Your dad and I are going to tell the doctor and your friends that you’re awake, okay?”

Your dad starts, “I’ll stay—”

But your mom tugs his arm “No, you won’t. Give them some privacy.”

The door closes behind them, leaving you and Mikey in the quiet hum of the hospital room.

You glance at him, cheeks warm “Sorry about them.”

He gives that lazy smile you missed so much “They’re cool. Your mom told me a lot of things you said about me.”

“Like what?” you ask cautiously.

He smirks “Didn’t know you fangirl over my hair.”

Your face goes red immediately “Wha— I don’t!” You hide under the blanket “Leave!”

He laughs, a real, soft laugh, and gently pulls the blanket down from your face. His hand is warm against the fabric.

When he sees you pout, his smile fades into something gentler “I’m glad you’re okay now.”

You sit up, still flustered, and pat the bed beside you “Sit.”

He hesitates, then sits where you motion.

“Thank you for saving me.” you say quietly.

He looks away “It was my fault you were in danger. No need to thank me.”

You frown “Mikey?”

He turns and you lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

He freezes, eyes wide.

“Thank you.” you repeat softly.

He blinks, speechless, then turns away again, ears red “...Yeah.”

To change the subject, he points at the cabinet near your bed “I brought you some food. You should eat something.”

You nod, smiling, and start eating. After a minute you notice the flowers on the cabinet “Who brought those?”

“The boys.” he answers simply.

You nod again “And that cutie?” you ask, pointing at a small plush toy sitting beside the vase.

Mikey looks away, embarrassed “…Me.”

You giggle “Pass it to me. I wanna cuddle it.”

He gets up, grabs the plush, and hands it to you. You hug it tightly, eyes closing, smiling like a child. Something in his chest stirs, a strange mix of warmth and panic at how much he loves seeing you like that.

But when you open your eyes again, you notice his expression has turned sad.

“What happened to that man?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t meet your gaze “He got arrested.”

You nod, even though he’s not looking. Then, without warning, you move and hug him, hard enough to pull him halfway onto the bed.

“Hey—!” he starts, trying to free himself, but his hands barely push. He’s not really trying.

You just keep hugging him until…

Ahem.

You both freeze.

At the door stand Draken, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Mitsuya… and Emma, right in front of them. All of them staring, eyes wide.

For a long second, no one speaks. Then Emma recovers first, turns to the boys, and says, “She’s awake, we saw her. Let’s go.”

They start to protest.

“Out!” she insists, pushing them all back through the doorway.

“Wait, Emma!” you call, but she just winks and closes the door.

Silence. Again.

You and Mikey sit side by side, both red to the ears.

After a few seconds, Mikey breaks it first, voice low “I really thought I lost you.”

You look at him, smiling softly “But you didn’t.”

He turns his head toward you, eyes serious “Do you want to go on a date with me once you’re out of here?”

You freeze.

He just said—wait—he actually said…

Mikey… asked you on a date.

Mikey. Asked. You. On. A. Date.

Your brain stops working.

He’s still watching you, waiting “So?”

You open your mouth, no sound coming out, then finally manage to whisper, “...Yeah.”

A tiny grin appears on his face “Good.”

He leans back in the chair beside your bed, arms folded, pretending to look relaxed. But his ears are still red.

You hide your face in the plush toy again, heart racing, and the world feels peaceful again.

The air smells like spring again. It’s been a week since the hospital, a week of your phone constantly buzzing with messages from everyone making sure you’re okay. But today is quiet. Just a knock at the door, gentle and careful.

You already know who it is.

When you open it, Mikey’s standing there, hands in his jacket pockets, hair a little messy from the wind. He doesn’t look like Toman’s leader right now. He looks… like the boy you’ve always known.

“You ready?” he asks.

You nod, even though your heart’s already racing “Yeah.”

He takes you to the park you always used to hang out in, the one with the creaky swings and the vending machines that always eat your coins. You both walk slowly, side by side, and for the first time in forever, neither of you really knows what to say.

He’s thinking: She’s really here. Alive. Breathing. Smiling. With me.

Every glance he sneaks at you feels like proof that the world hasn’t stolen you away.

You’re thinking: Is this really a date?

Because everything feels exactly the same, comfortable and familiar, but your chest won’t stop fluttering every time your shoulders brush.

You sit on the swings. The metal chains squeak softly. Mikey drops a small paper bag in your lap “Brought you something.”

You peek inside and see taiyaki “You remembered.”

He grins “’Course. Can’t have a date without it.”

You bite into one, still warm, and he watches you with a quiet smile. The silence stretches, but it’s not awkward anymore. It’s peaceful.

He kicks the ground lightly, swinging a little “You know,” he says, “this feels weird.”

“What does?”

He looks at you “Calling it a date. We’ve done this a hundred times.”

You laugh, the sound light “Yeah, but this time it counts as a date.”

That earns a small smile from him, the kind that reaches his eyes, the kind you didn’t realize you missed so much.

The sun’s low now, throwing gold across the park. You watch the light catch in his hair and think about how close you came to never seeing it again. You grip the swing’s chain tighter.

“Mikey” you say softly.

He hums, eyes still on the sky.

“I’m glad it’s you.”

He turns, confused “What do you mean?”

You shake your head “Nothing. Just… glad.”

He doesn’t answer, but the small curve of his lips says everything.

After a while, you both get up and walk to the vending machine. He buys two sodas, your fav for you, lemon for him, and hands yours over without asking what you want. He always remembers.

You sit on the low stone wall nearby, close enough for your knees to touch. It’s quiet except for the sound of the can opening.

You look at him from the corner of your eye. He’s pretending to look relaxed, but you can see how his fingers twitch a little, like he’s nervous.

He’s thinking: If I reach for her hand now, will she pull away?

You’re thinking: If he takes my hand, I might actually forget how to breathe.

And then, finally, his hand brushes yours, slowly and testing. When you don’t move, his fingers slide between yours, and it just feels… right.

You glance up at him “Smooth move” you tease.

He grins, but his ears are red “Took me long enough.”

You laugh softly “Yeah, maybe a year or two… or three.”

You start walking again, not really knowing where you’re going. You talk about random things, how Draken nearly broke his bike again, how Mitsuya’s making Emma a new outfit after she begged him for weeks, how Takemichi cried after seeing you in the hospital but pretended he didn’t. You’re laughing so hard by the end that your stomach hurts.

And then it hits you: This is it. This is love.

It’s not dramatic or loud. It’s just this… walking beside him, your hands brushing, feeling safe.

You stop.

He turns, confused “What?”

You step closer “Nothing. Just…”

Before you can overthink it, you lean in and kiss him. It’s soft and short, just a heartbeat, but it feels like time stops.

When you pull back, you’re both blushing, both smiling like idiots.

He clears his throat “Guess that makes it official, huh?”

You nod, still smiling “Yeah. Finally.”

He squeezes your hand “Then we better not waste time anymore.”

“Deal.”

Across the street, Takemichi watches quietly. He doesn’t move, doesn’t interrupt. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, smiling.

He can feel it, the air around you is different now. The tension that haunted the future is gone, replaced by something lighter.

“You did it,” he murmurs “You really changed it.”

He turns away, letting the two of you walk off together under the orange sky.

And for once, the world feels like it might finally stay kind.

EPILOGUE

The news spreads faster than anyone expects. It’s been two days since the date, and apparently someone saw you and Mikey holding hands at the park. By morning, all of Toman knows.

When you and Mikey arrive at the hangout, everyone’s already there and waiting. That’s your first warning. The second is the collective smirks.

Draken’s leaning against his bike, arms crossed, looking way too calm. Chifuyu’s whispering something to Mitsuya, who looks like he’s trying not to laugh. Takemichi, of course, looks guilty, like he accidentally started this.

And Emma’s standing front and center, grinning like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life.

You stop at Mikey’s side, suddenly unsure “Why are they all smiling like that?”

Mikey shrugs, pretending not to notice “Dunno. Maybe they finally lost it.”

Emma gasps dramatically “Oh my god, did you just say that?”

She marches right up to her brother and pokes him in the chest “You, the king of pretending-not-to-have-feelings, finally got a girlfriend!”

“Emma.” he warns.

She ignores him completely and turns to you with a huge smile “Y/N, I’m so proud of you! You managed to do the impossible!”

The rest of Toman bursts into laughter.

Mikey groans “You’re all acting like it’s a national event.”

Draken smirks “Well, it is. We’ve been waiting for this longer than the next bike race.”

Chifuyu adds, “Man, I was starting to think I’d have to lock you both in a room until you confessed.”

Takemichi raises his hands defensively “They were so cute holding hands…”

Everyone looks at him.

He sweats. Mikey sighs, clearly trying to look annoyed but failing because the corners of his mouth are twitching upward. Then Emma crosses her arms, tilting her head “So? When’s the wedding?”

You choke on air “Wha—?! We literally just started dating!”

“Details, details,” she waves you off with a grin “Just saying, I call maid of honor!”

Draken chuckles “Slow down, Em.”

Mitsuya smirks “Nah, she’s just planning ahead.”

You hide your face in your hands “You’re all impossible.”

Mikey puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer. He looks around at the group and says calmly, “You done?”

“Nope.” Chifuyu says immediately.

Draken smirks “Not even close.”

Emma beams “Never.”

Mikey sighs again but doesn’t push you away. In fact, his hand stays on your shoulder, steady and soft. When you glance at him, he’s smiling, not his usual cocky grin, but something smaller, lighter. Real.

“Guess they’re happy for us.” you whisper.

He nods “Yeah. Annoying, but… kinda nice.”

You laugh quietly “Yeah. Kinda.”

Later that evening, when everyone finally stops teasing you long enough to eat, the whole group ends up sitting around, telling stories. You’re between Emma and Mikey as she keeps nudging you every time he looks your way. At some point, you lean your head against his shoulder without thinking.

He looks down at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Draken notices but doesn’t say anything. Chifuyu notices and definitely says something under his breath, to Mitsuya, who just grins. And Takemichi, sitting quietly across the room, just watches.

For the first time in a long time, he sees Mikey laughing without that heavy shadow behind his eyes. You’re there beside him safe, smiling, real.

And in that small, noisy, love-filled room, he thinks to himself: This is how it was always meant to be.

Emma stretches and says loudly, “So when’s your next date? I’ll come spy!”

Mikey throws a cushion at her. Everyone bursts out laughing again.

And in the middle of it all, you and Mikey exchange a glance that says it all: Home isn’t a place anymore. It’s this. It’s us.

[gsfloater]

The Project from Hell.

Manjiro Sano x Reader

-> When you get stuck with the infamous no-show Manjiro Sano as your partner for a major class project, you hunt him down fully prepared to drag a delinquent legend back to school by the collar if you have to.

Word Count: 5,554

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It starts with a list.

A stupid, crumpled, printed list your teacher taped to the chalkboard while the class groaned like they had just been sentenced. You lean forward in your seat, dragging your finger down the columns of names until you find your own.

And then you blink.

And then you blink again.

“…Who the hell is Manjiro Sano?”

The classroom goes dead silent.

Three heads snap toward you like you just said a slur. Someone drops a pencil. Someone else actually gasps. It's dramatic enough that you lean back in your chair, wondering if you’ve somehow missed a world-ending announcement.

A girl near you leans in, whispering like she’s imparting ancient knowledge.

“You… don’t know who that is?”

“No?” you answer slowly. “Should I?”

Her eyes widen with the kind of fear usually reserved for natural disasters.

“That’s Mikey,” she hisses.

You stare blankly.

“That doesn’t help,” you say.

Her jaw unhinges. “THE Mikey.”

You stare harder.

She seems physically pained. “Tokyo Manji Gang? Toman? The delinquent gang that runs this entire side of the city? He’s their leader?”

Ah.

So your partner is a truant crime boss.

Fantastic.

You raise your hand.

Your teacher doesn’t even look up from his attendance sheet. “No, you may not switch partners.”

“I didn’t even ask yet.”

“But you were going to.”

You lower your hand and sigh. “Okay, but my partner isn’t here.”

“He’s never here.”

“…That should be the first red flag right there.”

Your teacher pinches the bridge of his nose. You feel bad for him. He looks like he hasn’t slept since the Meiji period.

“Just… find him,” he says weakly. “Work it out.”

You’re about to argue about fairness, about not being partnered with a literal urban legend but the bell rings, and twenty students flood the hallways, leaving you with your backpack, your half-finished worksheet, and a headache.

You stare at the name again.

Manjiro Sano.

Whoever he is, he’s not dragging your grade down.

You’ll hunt him down yourself if you have to.

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Finding Mikey turns out to be harder than you thought.

You ask one classmate where he usually is. They faint.

You ask another. They run away.

Eventually you corner a third, who trembles through an explanation that you should “try the parking lot” like that means anything.

The parking lot is empty.

Then someone else suggests the shrine.

The shrine is empty.

Finally, by pure accident, you overhear some first-years whispering about “Mikey-san and Draken-san” being at “their spot,” which apparently everyone knows about except you.

And that’s how you end up here.

In front of them.

Toman.

A whole cluster of them, lounging around abandoned bikes, laughing, shoving each other, wearing matching jackets, and collectively radiating the kind of chaotic energy that warns normal people to turn around and walk away.

You are not normal people.

You march straight up to the nearest one.

He stops mid-sentence, staring at you like you’ve just approached a wolf pack holding a report card.

“Um. Hi.” You adjust your backpack straps. “I’m looking for Manjiro Sano.”

Five heads swivel toward you.

A tall boy with blonde hair, definitely Draken, gives you a long, assessing stare like he’s trying to figure out if you’re suicidal or just clueless.

“Why,” he finally asks, “are you looking for Mikey?”

“I’m his project partner.”

Silence.

The type that has weight.

The type that says whole gangs have been wiped out over less shocking statements.

Draken clears his throat. “Come again?”

You hold up your assignment paper like a badge. “Group project. He’s my partner. He hasn’t been in class since the beginning of time, so I need him to do his part.”

Someone chokes.

Someone else drops their cigarette.

Draken rubs a hand down his face. “God, you’re serious.”

“Yes?” You glance around. “Should… I not be?”

Before Draken can answer, a voice floats in from behind him, light, airy, singsong.

“Drakeeeeen, did you eat the last dorayaki? I told you I was saving that-”

A small figure hops off a bike and walks closer, pout already forming.

Blonde hair. Big dark eyes. A lollipop in his mouth.

Mikey.

He looks nothing like a terrifying gang leader should look. He looks like a boy who makes trouble because he thinks it’s fun. He looks like he hasn’t attended a single class in months.

He looks at you.

You look at him.

He tilts his head.

“…Who’re you?”

“I,” you say, stepping closer, “am the person whose grade you’re ruining.”

The entire gang audibly inhales.

Mikey blinks at you once, twice, like a cat processing a new toy. Then, slowly, a smile curls onto his lips.

“Oh,” he says. “Class stuff.”

“Yes. Class stuff.” You cross your arms. “You are my partner. You are failing. Actually, both of us are failing, because of you. So get up. We have work to do.”

The look on their faces is priceless.

A mix of horror, awe, and mild respect.

And Mikey? He just grins wider, leaning in with a glint in his eye like he’s found something interesting for once.

“Hmm,” he hums, looking you up and down. “You’re kinda bossy.”

“Only when my GPA is endangered.”

Draken mutters, “This is insane,” under his breath.

Mikey pops the lollipop out of his mouth, points at you with it, and says:

“Alright. I’ll help you.”

Everyone stares at him.

“You will?” you ask, surprised.

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “You came all the way here. That’s kinda cool.”

You blink, taken aback.

Then…

“Great,” you say briskly. “Let’s go.”

Mikey hops up immediately, following you like a duckling.

Toman watches their leader get dragged away by a random classmate like he just imprinted on you.

Draken calls after him, “DON’T SKIP, MIKEY!”

Mikey calls back, “I’M NOT SKIPPING, I’M STUDYING!”

Then he turns to you with an eager expression that should not exist on the face of a known menace.

“So,” he says brightly, “what’s the project about?”

You exhale.

This is going to be hell.

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You drag Mikey back to school like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

It isn’t.

People stop and stare as the two of you walk through the gate: you with your backpack, him with his hands tucked into his pockets and a lollipop in his mouth, looking like he’s on a casual stroll instead of being forcibly escorted to class.

You can practically hear the rumors writing themselves.

“Is that… Mikey?”

“Why is he here?”

“Who’s that with him?”

“Is she… his girlfriend?”

You ignore it all, focusing on your actual mission: the project.

“Take off your shoes,” you say, pointing at the entrance cubbies.

Mikey squints at them like they’re an unfamiliar species. “Oh, right. School rules.”

“You remember those?”

“Mm,” he hums. “Draken used to yell at me about it.”

You can imagine it. You don’t have to try very hard.

Once you’ve swapped shoes, you march him down the hallway. He keeps drifting, getting distracted by posters and windows and literally nothing. Twice you have to grab the back of his uniform jacket to stop him from wandering off.

“This is boring,” he says eventually.

“You haven’t even started yet.”

“I can feel it.”

You roll your eyes and shove the classroom door open.

Every head snaps toward you.

Then the room collectively stops breathing.

Someone whispers, “No way.”

Someone else reaches for their phone like they want to document this rare, possibly mythical occurrence.

Mikey looks around, visibly unimpressed. “Smells like chalk.”

“That’s because it’s a classroom,” you mutter. You point at his assigned seat, empty since the dawn of time. “Sit there.”

He plops into the desk, spinning slightly on the chair, legs stretching out. He slumps back like he’s at home, eyes flicking over the whiteboard.

Your teacher looks like he might faint.

“M-Mikey,” he stammers from the front, clutching his attendance sheet.

Mikey lifts a hand lazily. “Yo.”

The class is buzzing now, whispers bouncing off the walls.

“He actually came.”

“Who brought him?”

“That girl is insane.”

You ignore the buzzing, tug your notebook out, and slide into the seat next to his. The moment you do, the whispers change tone. More pointed. More curious.

You pretend not to hear any of it.

“Okay,” you say, flipping to a blank page. “The project is on post-war economic reforms. We need to pick a specific policy, research its effects, and do a presentation.”

Mikey stares at you with the most offended expression you’ve ever seen. “Post… what now?”

“Post-war economic reforms.”

“Why can’t we do something cool? Like… famous fights in history.”

“Because that’s not the assignment.”

He slumps further, cheek squishing against the desk. “School sucks.”

“You wouldn’t know,” you mutter. “You’re never here.”

He grins sideways at you. “But I’m here now. For you.”

Your heartbeat does a stupid little jump.

You squash it immediately.

“For the project,” you correct him sharply.

“Mm,” he hums, smile not budging. “Sure.”

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The after-school library is painfully quiet.

Mikey is not.

He drums his fingers on the table. Taps his foot. Tilts back in his chair. Tilts too far, almost falls, then catches himself with a laugh that makes three people look over and shush him.

You slap your hand down on the stack of textbooks between you.

“Focus.”

“Can’t.”

“Try.”

“Don’t wanna.”

You inhale through your nose and exhale through your teeth. “Okay. New approach.”

He perks up slightly. “Does it involve food?”

You blink.

Pause.

Absolutely recalibrate your whole plan.

“…It can.”

His eyes brighten instantly. “I like this approach.”

You dig into your bag and pull out the small paper bag you brought, because some annoyingly soft part of you anticipated this. You pull out a neatly wrapped dorayaki and set it on the table.

Mikey goes very still.

“Is that-”

“Yes,” you say. “And you can have it if you answer five questions correctly.”

He stares at you.

You stare back.

The air between you feels loaded, like some unspoken challenge has been issued.

Finally, Mikey leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes shining with determination you haven’t seen once in class.

“Alright, partner,” he says. “Teach me.”

You try not to smile.

You fail.

Just a little.

“Okay,” you say, pointing at a paragraph. “What was one of the goals of the post-war economic reforms?”

Mikey squints at the page, lips moving as he reads. You watch his eyes track the lines, a little slower than you expected, but steady.

“…To reduce the power of large… conglomerates,” he reads carefully, then glances up. “So rich guys couldn’t control everything?”

“Exactly,” you say, pleased. “That’s one.”

His gaze flicks to the dorayaki. “Four more.”

You work through questions. You simplify things where you can, connect it to stuff he’d care about.

“So basically,” you say, tapping the page, “they broke up economic power so one group couldn’t dominate everything.”

“Like how Toman doesn’t let other gangs run our turf,” he says without missing a beat.

You pause.

“…Sure,” you say slowly. “Kind of.”

His whole face lights up. “I get it now.”

You stare at him.

It hits you that he isn’t stupid. Not even a little. He’s just... unbothered. Uninterested. Floating through life on his own orbit.

But when something hooks him, when something connects, he’s sharp.

You’re weirdly gratified you were the one to make that connection.

Five questions later, he’s chewing happily on his dorayaki, crumbs dotting his lips. You’re surrounded by open books and scattered notes, and somehow, progress has been made.

“Not bad,” you admit, scribbling down your half of the outline. “You might actually pass.”

He leans back, watching you as he chews. “Hey.”

“Mm?”

“You always work this hard?”

You shrug. “Someone has to.”

“That why you came to find me?”

“Someone had to.”

He hums thoughtfully, sucking some filling off his thumb. “You’re kinda scary.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“In a good way,” he clarifies immediately. “Like Draken. Just smaller. And cuter.”

Your pen stutters.

You refuse to dignify that with a response.

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Word spreads fast.

By the second study session, Toman is aware.

You know this because when you show up at Draken’s bike shop, at Mikey’s invitation, no less, there’s a row of delinquents pretending very badly not to watch.

“You’re back,” Draken says when you step in, wiping grease off his hands. His gaze darts to the stack of notebooks you’re carrying. “You really got him doing schoolwork?”

“Trying,” you say. “He invited me.”

Draken snorts. “That’s a first.”

Mikey is perched on an overturned crate, swinging his legs, half-empty bag of snacks beside him. He brightens the second he spots you.

“Oi, partner!”

The word makes something flutter in your chest. You press it down and drop your bag at his feet.

“Alright,” you say. “Today we’re working on our presentation structure.”

He frowns. “Didn’t we already study?”

“Knowing things is step one,” you say. “Explaining them without sounding like an idiot is step two.”

“Ouch,” he says, clutching his chest dramatically.

You sit beside him on the crate, knees bumping. It’s a tight squeeze, but you don’t move away. Neither does he.

“Okay,” you say, opening the notebook and angling it between you. “Look. We divide it like this-”

As you talk, filling out a rough outline, you can feel eyes on you.

You glance up.

Half of Toman is leaning around doorways, peeking from behind shelves, very obviously eavesdropping.

You stare.

They freeze.

Mitsuya raises a hand weakly. “Don’t mind us.”

“This is creepy,” you say flatly.

“Don’t worry about them,” Mikey says, reaching over your arm to steal a pen just because it’s yours. “They’re just curious.”

“About what?” you demand.

He shrugs, leaning so close his shoulder presses into yours. “You.”

Your face heats.

You try to hide it by pointing aggressively at the notebook. “Focus, Sano.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says cheerfully.

The others exchange looks.

You hear someone whisper, “She just told Mikey to focus and he listened.”

“Is that allowed?”

“Are we watching our boss get housebroken?”

You snap your head up. “I can hear you.”

They vanish.

Mikey bursts out laughing, head tipping back, eyes crinkling. The sight does something dumb to your chest.

You don’t join the gang. You don’t start hanging around all the time. But you become… a presence. An exception.

And Toman, bizarrely, gets used to it.

------

A week later, you’re back in class, project presentation looming.

You’re at your desk, flipping through index cards, when one of your classmates, Tanaka, you think his name is, eternally smug, sidles up to you.

“Hey,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “How’s it going with Sano?”

You don’t look up. “Fine.”

“He even shows up for you,” Tanaka says with a laugh. “That’s impressive.”

There’s something in his tone you don’t like.

You hum noncommittally.

“He’s not actually doing anything, though, right?” Tanaka continues. “I mean, you’re obviously carrying the whole thing. He’s just… there.”

You pause.

Your pen freezes mid-word.

Slowly, you look up.

“What?”

Tanaka shrugs, careless. “It’s Mikey. He doesn’t do schoolwork. Honestly, sensei should’ve just given you a new partner.”

Anger sparks, hot and automatic.

You think of Mikey squinting at paragraphs in the library. Mikey connecting economic reform to gang turf like it’s the most natural comparison in the world. Mikey actually trying because you asked him to.

You narrow your eyes. “He’s doing his part. We both are.”

Tanaka snorts. “Sure. Look, it’s not a big deal. Some people just aren’t cut out for this stuff. Delinquents like that? They’re just dead weight in class.”

You’re halfway to standing when a shadow falls over your desk.

“Say that again.”

Mikey’s voice is quiet.

Too quiet.

You glance up.

He’s standing behind Tanaka, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded but sharp. The energy around him has shifted, still, but dangerous, like the air before a storm.

Tanaka stiffens. “M-Mikey-”

“I said,” Mikey repeats calmly, “say that again. About me being dead weight.”

Tanaka swallows. “I-I just meant-”

“And about my partner,” Mikey adds, tilting his head, smile not reaching his eyes. “Say that part again.”

The room has gone silent. Everyone is watching now.

You stand quickly, stepping between them before this becomes a disciplinary hearing… or a funeral.

“Mikey,” you say, lightly pushing at his chest. “It’s fine.”

He looks at you, expression shifting, the hard edge softening immediately.

“Is it?” he asks.

“Yes,” you say firmly. “Because we’re going to get a better score than him anyway. Right?”

You hold his gaze, willing him to drop it.

There’s a beat of tense silence.

Then Mikey smiles again, genuinely this time. “Right.”

He looks over your head at Tanaka, expression mild but eyes still icy.

“You heard her,” he says. “We’re gonna beat you. So maybe focus on your own project and stop talking shit about mine.”

Tanaka bobbles his head in a frantic nod and retreats like his life depends on it.

You exhale slowly.

Mikey watches Tanaka go, then looks back at you. “You okay?”

You blink. “I should be asking you that.”

He snorts. “That guy’s annoying, but I don’t care what he says about me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Then why did you get mad?”

At you, the smile turns softer. “He doesn’t get to talk about you like that.”

Something in your chest flips over.

You look away fast, shoving your notebook into your bag with more force than necessary. “Whatever. Just… don’t start a fight over me.”

He hums thoughtfully. “What if I finish a fight over you?”

“Mikey.”

“I’m kidding,” he says, laughing. Then, quieter, “Kind of.”

You should be exasperated.

You are.

You’re also weirdly, stupidly touched.

------

You’re at Draken’s shop again.

It’s late, the sky outside fading into navy, streetlights flickering on one by one. The shop smells like oil and metal and something faintly sweet from the bakery down the road.

The others have cleared out already, leaving you, Mikey, and Draken.

You’re hunched over the workbench, index cards spread out, scribbling last-minute notes. Mikey is perched on a stool, swinging his legs, reciting his part of the presentation under his breath.

“Post-war reforms… aimed to decentralize economic power and-”

“-and weaken the Zaibatsu conglomerates,” you prompt.

He snaps his fingers. “Right. Those guys.”

“You’re getting it,” you say, genuinely impressed.

“Only ‘cause my teacher’s so scary,” he says lightly.

“I’m not your teacher.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Draken walks by, towel over his shoulder. “He giving you trouble?”

“No more than usual,” you say.

“Hey,” Mikey protests.

Draken chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Can’t believe you got him to study. You’re a miracle worker.”

You shrug, pretending that doesn’t make you a little proud. “Bribery helps.”

Mikey grins. “She makes really good snacks.”

“Is that so?” Draken looks intrigued. “You bringing any next time?”

“There’s not going to be a next time,” you say quickly. “The project is tomorrow.”

Both of them look at you.

Mikey’s smile falters just a fraction.

“Oh,” he says.

You blink. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, waving it off. “Just thought we’d keep… y’know. Hanging out.”

Your heart does a weird, wobbly thing.

You look down at your cards. “We can still hang out. It doesn’t have to be for a project.”

The silence that follows feels heavier than it should.

When you peek up, Mikey is staring at you with a look you haven’t seen before, something open and almost vulnerable.

“…Yeah?” he asks quietly.

You swallow. “Yeah.”

The corner of his mouth lifts slowly, like the sun rising. “Then I’ll do extra good tomorrow.”

You snort. “That’s not how that works.”

“Sure it is,” he says. “If I do good, sensei won’t yell, and you’ll be in a good mood, and then you’ll wanna see me again.”

“You’re so sure of yourself.”

“Aren’t I right?”

You want to say no.

You don’t.

Instead, you shake your head and shove your stack of cards at him. “Again. From the top.”

He groans dramatically, but obeys.

As he stumbles through the first sentence, you catch Draken watching the two of you from across the room, a knowing little half-smile on his face.

You ignore him.

Or try to.

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You’re packing up later when you realize you’ve been at the shop for hours.

You stretch, your spine popping, and wince. “Ow.”

“You okay?” Mikey asks.

“Just stiff,” you say. “Too much sitting.”

“Here,” he says.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he steps behind you and places his hands gently on your shoulders. His thumbs press into the muscles at the base of your neck, kneading.

You go rigid.

“Mikey, what are you-”

“Relax,” he says softly. “Just a bit.”

You consider protesting. You really do.

Then his thumbs find a knot and press just right, and your eyes flutter shut against your will.

“See?” he murmurs. “You work too hard.”

“You study too little,” you mumble.

He laughs quietly, warm breath brushing your ear. “We balance each other out.”

It’s alarmingly intimate, standing here in the quiet of the shop with his hands on you, his chest a solid presence at your back. Your heartbeat picks up, loud in your own ears.

“Okay,” you say abruptly, stepping forward out of his hold. “That’s enough. We should go. It’s late.”

He lets his hands drop but doesn’t look offended. If anything, his smile turns softer. “I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he says simply.

You sigh, defeated. “Fine.”

You walk side by side under the streetlights, shadows stretching long behind you. The night is cool, city noises distant.

“So,” he says eventually, hands clasped behind his head, eyes on the sky. “What are you gonna do after this project? Keep being top of the class? Get some fancy job?”

“Maybe,” you say. “I just… want options. I don’t want to be stuck.”

He hums thoughtfully. “Makes sense.”

“What about you?” you ask, curious. “You ever think about that? Your future?”

He shrugs. “Not really. I’ll take care of Toman. Take care of everyone. That’s enough for me.”

You look at him.

His profile is lit by the streetlamp, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. He looks younger like this, softer, but there’s a weight in his eyes that’s older than either of you.

“You’re already taking care of everyone,” you say quietly.

He glances at you, surprised, then smiles. “Yeah. Guess so.”

You reach your building too soon.

He stops at the bottom of the steps, rocking on his heels. “So. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” you echo. “Don’t be late.”

He puts a hand to his heart. “I’d never.”

You give him a look.

He laughs, waves, and turns away.

You watch his back grow smaller down the street, oddly reluctant to go inside.

You only move when he glances back once, catches you still staring, and grins.

You absolutely do not slam the door quickly after that.

-----

You’re nervous.

You’ll never admit it out loud, but your fingers fidget with the edge of your index cards as groups go up one by one. Your leg bounces under the desk.

Mikey, on the other hand, looks… relaxed.

Too relaxed.

He’s leaning back in his seat, arms crossed behind his head, eyes half-closed like he’s about to nap.

“Mikey,” you hiss. “Stay awake.”

“M’awake,” he mumbles.

You jab him in the arm with your pen. “Our turn is next.”

He cracks one eye open, looks at you, and smiles. “Don’t worry. I got this.”

You do not feel less worried.

“Next group,” sensei calls, looking at his list. “Sano and (Last Name).”

You stand, smoothing your uniform, heart thudding.

Mikey ambles up beside you, hands in his pockets, completely unbothered. When you reach the front, he casually leans down and mutters, “Hey.”

“What,” you whisper back.

“If I mess up,” he says with a grin, “you’ll fix it, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Just read the cards.”

He laughs and turns to the class.

You start.

You introduce your topic, voice more steady than you feel. You’ve done this a hundred times in your head, practiced your lines, your pauses. It comes easily.

Then it’s Mikey’s turn.

He takes his card.

Your heart stops.

He looks at it.

Then looks up.

There’s a beat where you’re terrified he’s going to say something completely off-topic. Or blank. Or walk out.

Instead, he says, clear and confident:

“One of the major goals of the post-war economic reforms was to break up the power of the zaibatsu, big corporations that controlled a lot of Japan’s economy before the war.”

The class blinks.

He continues, warming up.

“By doing this, the government wanted to stop too much power from being in the hands of a few families. That way, more people could compete in the market, and the economy would be more stable.”

He glances at you.

You nod subtly.

He relaxes, shoulders loosening.

“It’s kinda like… if one gang controlled all the turf in Tokyo,” he goes on, casual but surprisingly articulate. “It looks strong, but if anything happens to that one gang, everything falls apart. But if there are more groups, spread out, the whole thing doesn’t crumble so easy.”

There’s a ripple of laughter around the room, but not mocking. Intrigued.

You hide a smile.

He just did what you’ve been doing for days, connected it to his world, his rules, so it makes sense.

You finish the final part of the presentation together. He doesn’t freeze once. When he falters, you pick up the sentence. When you blank for a moment, he jumps in with an example. It’s… smooth.

It’s weird how easy it is to talk when he’s next to you.

At the end, there’s a small pause.

Then, unexpectedly, your classmates start clapping.

Not just polite taps.

Actual, impressed applause.

Your teacher looks like he might cry again.

“T-that was very good,” he says, visibly moved. “Clear, engaging, excellent use of examples. I’m… pleasantly surprised.”

Mikey beams.

You exhale, tension draining out of your shoulders.

You catch Tanaka’s expression in the back, sour and begrudgingly impressed, and fight the urge to smirk at him.

You and Mikey return to your seats. Your legs feel a little wobbly.

“That was fun,” Mikey whispers once you’re seated.

“You’re insane,” you whisper back. “You just freestyled half of that.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

You can’t argue with that.

When grades are posted later, you see it.

Top score.

You stare at the number for a full five seconds.

Then, involuntarily, you grin.

A hand appears next to yours, ruffling your hair from behind.

“See?” Mikey crows. “Told you we’d beat that guy.”

You swat his hand away, but you’re still smiling. “You did good.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am,” you say honestly. “In a good way.”

He tilts his head, eyes crinkling. “Then I’m happy.”

You look up at him, about to say something more, something like you really tried or thank you, but sensei shuffles by then, clearing his throat.

“Sano,” he says, hesitant. “I, ah. I hope to see more of this… effort from you. In the future.”

Mikey scratches his cheek. “No promises, sensei.”

Your teacher deflates.

“But,” Mikey adds, glancing at you, “I might show up sometimes. If my partner’s here.”

Sensei blinks.

You choke. “I’m not your-”

“Thank you for your hard work,” sensei says to you quickly, like you’re the only thing standing between his sanity and collapse. “Truly. You’ve done a great job.”

You bow politely, murmuring a thank you, and then you’re dragged away by Mikey’s hand on your sleeve.

-----

You end up outside the school gate without really meaning to. One moment you’re packing your bag, the next you’re being herded along by Mikey’s unstoppable momentum.

He finally stops under a tree just beyond the gate, where the street is quieter. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling his face with light.

“So,” he says.

“So,” you echo.

He rocks on his heels, hands in his pockets, looking at you with a brightness that makes your chest warm. “We make a pretty good team.”

Your lips twitch. “Apparently.”

“Top score,” he reminds you.

“I can read.”

He laughs.

Then, suddenly, he sobers a little.

“Hey,” he says, shifting his weight. “You know how you came to get your partner back from the dead?”

“He wasn’t dead, just truant.”

“Same thing,” he says with a shrug. “Anyway. I was thinking.”

You cross your arms. “Dangerous.”

He ignores that. “I don’t really care about school stuff. You know that.”

“I picked up on it, yeah.”

“But.” He pauses, looking at you. Really looking. “I liked this. Doing something with you. Building it together. Watching you get all serious and bossy.”

You feel your face heat. “That’s not-”

“It is,” he insists, grin tugging at his lips, then softens. “You worked really hard. For both of us. No one’s ever done that for me. Not like that.”

You blink.

Something in your chest squeezes painfully.

“You’re important to me,” he says simply. “So I was thinking…”

He steps closer.

Your back bumps lightly against the tree trunk. You didn’t even realize you’d moved.

He’s close now, close enough that you can see the flecks of brown in his dark eyes, the way his lashes cast little shadows. His smile is smaller, more genuine than the lazy grins he shows everyone else.

“…You should keep being my partner,” he finishes.

You swallow. “For… school?”

“For everything,” he says, without missing a beat.

Your heart stutters.

“Mikey-”

“I mean,” he goes on, eyes darting briefly to your mouth before snapping back up, “you can yell at me when I skip class. Drag me to the library. Make me snacks. I’ll walk you home. Scare off annoying guys. You know. Partner stuff.”

“That’s not what partner stuff means,” you say weakly.

He hums. “It is if I say so.”

You stare at him.

The worst part is that he sounds… sincere. Like in his own skewed, simple way, this is how he says I want you around and I like you and don’t go anywhere.

Your throat feels tight all of a sudden.

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, but it comes out softer than you intend.

He leans in just a fraction more, eyes flicking over your face. “Is that a no?”

You hesitate.

You think about the first day, staring at that cursed partner list, cursing whatever fate married your grade to a delinquent myth. You think about the parking lot, the shrine, the Toman hangout. About textbooks and dorayaki and late-night walks home.

About the way he stood between you and a rude classmate like it was nothing.

About the way he looked when he thought you might not want to see him after the project.

You exhale.

“It’s…” You lick your lips, nerves crackling under your skin. “It’s a maybe.”

He grins, bright and unstoppable. “I can work with maybe.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You didn’t say no,” he counters.

You open your mouth, then close it.

He laughs, delighted, and in that moment, caught between annoyance and fondness, you slip.

“If you want me to keep being your partner,” you say, trying to sound stern and failing, “you have to promise to show up. At least sometimes. I refuse to be seen as the person dating a ghost.”

You freeze.

He freezes.

You replay your own words in your head.

Dating.

You want to sink into the ground.

Mikey’s smile does something oddly slow. It softens, widens, shifts into something you’ve never quite seen on him before, something almost reverent.

“Dating, huh?” he says, voice a little hoarse with poorly concealed glee. “You thinking that far already?”

“I- That’s not what I meant-”

He steps even closer, bracing one hand against the tree trunk near your head, caging you in without touching. His face is only inches from yours now.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

You do, helplessly.

His gaze is steady. His voice drops.

“If we were dating,” he says slowly, “would you let me do this?”

He leans in, close enough that his forehead brushes yours, that you can feel his breath fan across your lips. He doesn’t close the distance completely. Just hovers there, waiting, asking.

Your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure he can feel it.

You could push him away.

You don’t.

“…Maybe,” you whisper.

His eyes flicker, satisfaction flashing through them.

Then he pulls back half an inch and taps your forehead gently with his own, like a soft little headbutt.

“Okay,” he says, and somehow his smile is even warmer. “I’ll earn it.”

“You… what?”

“The right to do more ‘dating stuff,’” he says matter-of-factly. “If my partner wants it.”

You’re certain your brain has melted.

He straightens up finally, hands sliding back into his pockets, expression turning playful again.

“Until then,” he says, voice light, “I’ll settle for this.”

He reaches down and takes your hand.

Your fingers slot into his like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

Your brain short-circuits again.

“Mikey-”

“Walk me home,” he says with a grin. “Partner.”

You should say that’s backwards.

You don’t.

You just let him tug you along, your joined hands swinging between you, the late afternoon sun warm on your backs.

[delicrieux]

IT'S CALLED THIEVING, STEALING, TAKING WHAT'S NOT YOURS!

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the big bad of it all. ⭑𓂃

you hate gojo satoru. gojo satoru hates you. a fairly straightforward combination of two college students that can't stand each other. you show your hate by trying to wring the life out of him with your bare hands. gojo? he's got different methods, much worse than yours.

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pairing. gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader genre. enemies to lovers, ‘my bully is actually in love w me,’ comedy, light-hearted, aged up characters (in college), angst but i ain't gege, post star plasma, idiots in love, mushy fluffy romance, slow burn, there was only one bedTM, the shoujo manga we all deserve warnings. possessiveness, some toxic behavior, +18 (smut, thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink), suggestive language & swearing, major character death

masterlist | buy me coffee☕ | read on ao3

LET'S GO, LET'S GO, LET'S GOOOO:

imagine minding your business undisturbed, omg

the gang, the squad, if you will

100 laps

crush business, but not really

the missionTM (1)

the missionTM (2)

the missionTM (3)

3:13am & are we still friends (+18)

an average day with gojo satoru (+18)

fushiguro megumi’s week-long suspension

birds of a feather (+18)

i’m here, sweet tokyo

the hakone incident

you know where to find me & i know where to look

fan art by @chocoramii

[kingkatsuki]

— my protector

Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.

Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.

“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.

He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.

The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.

“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”

“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”

“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”

“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”

“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—” Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”

“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”

“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”

“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.

“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.

“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.

“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”

“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.

“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”

“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”

“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”

“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”

You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.

Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.

“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”

“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.

You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.

Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”

“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.

“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”

“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”

“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”

“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.

“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.

“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”

“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.

“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.

“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”

“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”

“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.

“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”

“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.

“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.

“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”

“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”

He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.

Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”

He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.

“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.

“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.

“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.

“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”

“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”

In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.

“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.

“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.

“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”

“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.

“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.

His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.

“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.

You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.

“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”

“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.

You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.

“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”

“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”

Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.

“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.

“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.

“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”

He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.

“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.

“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”

Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.

Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.

“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.

Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.

It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.

“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”

You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.

“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.

“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.

“No? Then who do you belong to?”

“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.

“Louder.”

“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.

“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”

He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.

Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.

“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”

You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.

“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”

[dummplink]

I reallly love the way you do your headcannons!! The itachi one felt so accurate and its the best one I have ever read. Can you please start your own headcannons series with other characters like sasuke etc or even more headcannons of itachi himself? doesnt have to be nsfw btw :))

Hi dear anon, sorry for the late reply :) tysm for your kind words, I've been kicking and giggling all week whenever I thought about them, i'm really happy you enjoyed it!! I really want to write more for Itachi, that was the initial plan, I'm sorry I just disappeared after that post. Sadly my finals end by the end of June, so I doubt I'll be able to write anything before that.

Regarding other Naruto characters I'm not sure about writing for them. I don't think I can fully grasp their personalities if I'm not obsessed with them, but who knows, maybe sometime I give it a try.

Thanks for your message and I hope you have a good day!^^

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟡

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ

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ᴋɪɴᴋ ꜰᴏᴄᴜs: ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋ & ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ

ᴡᴄ: 2.6ᴋ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛ ꜰᴏʀ Mᴏɴᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇʜᴇ. Dɪᴅ ⵊ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇɴᴛᴀɪ-ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴘʟᴏᴛ sᴏ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? Yᴇs, ʏᴇs ⵊ ᴅɪᴅ. Wᴇʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ

The three of you were always an odd sight to see on campus. Maybe it was the demeanor and attitude of them all when any of you opened your mouth. You could have looked like you weren’t meant to be beside the pair. But to you, it was one of the best friendships you could have asked for.

It wasn’t always like that, though. With Sanemi being scary to approach and Obanai’s fear of women, but of them together was a frightening combo to even look in their direction. But you had the fate to be with them as you came in late one day for your class as they were picking groups of three, leaving you with no other option other than them. You remember how badly Obanai tried to stay away from you. He wouldn’t even look in your direction.

Sanemi seemed angry at the world and got annoyed when you asked questions about his notes and what the hell he even wrote with his chicken scratch handwriting, earning the smallest snicker for the shorter man, which made you smile. Easy was the last word to use, but just from the course of the project, you managed to get them both to tolerate you. Of course, other students thought you were pushing your luck trying to befriend them after the group project was over. Yet, you truly wanted to become their friend.

It took some time, but after having quite a few things in common, as well as having a temper that could rival Sanemi if you were so pleased, a new friendship was born.

So it was a Friday night. Since you know neither of them would want to go to a party, you went to their apartment to have a ‘friendly’ competition in Tekken. They taught you to play and you slowly started to enjoy the game more and more each time.

So that’s how you found yourself sitting on the couch with a controller in your hand, fighting Obanai’s character. Sanemi was beside you while Obanai was on the floor, currently annoyed at your knocking his character out in the first half.

“ Geez, are you trying to let her win?” Sanemi comments as he takes a swig from the beer he grabbed out of the fridge and snickers at Obanai’s side-eye.

“ Shut up. It's just beginner’s luck.”

“ I’ve been playing this game with you all for three months already. Just admit you suck.” You grin as you take a few sips of the drink for Obanai and you since neither of you likes the taste of beer. You whined when he pinched your leg before the game started, yelling that he was cheating as Sanemi called you both idiots. He watched him tie the score for a final battle and was amused at how serious you both got.

“ Now, to be spiteful for the pinch, if I win, not only do you have to do as I say, I’m kissing you all over your face too.” That alone made the shorter man turn to look at you wide-eyed and you just stared back at him before he turned around.

“ Oh, look. Now he’s focused. He doesn't want your gross ass kisses.” Sanemi grinned, trying to distract his friends for some entertainment until it was his turn.

Your eyes were still glued to the tv as you played, letting out a laugh, “ You wish you could kiss me.”

“ Why would I?” Sanemi made a face that you couldn’t see due to your concentration.

“ Not only am I a great kisser, but my lips are pretty too.” You grin as you hit Obanai’s character with a combo attack that manages to take the rest of Obanai’s health. A bright ‘Finish!’ flashed on the screen and it’s almost like it happened in slow motion.

Sanemi watched his friend panic as he tried to run away from you. As you fell off the couch, chest against his back as you tried to get to his face. Obanai took his face mask off since he was drinking and even when he tried to get Sanemi to help, he laughed and told him to fend for himself.

You giggled as he tried to throw you off, knowing he would if he wanted to. It didn’t end until he managed to straddle him to the growling, unknowingly sitting right in his lap as you leaned down to place multiple kisses on his face as he yelled.

Sanemi couldn’t contain his laughter anymore as Obanai tried his hardest to turn his face away from your lips, a bright blush on his cheeks.

“ Move!”

“ Never!” You yell, enjoying your teasing until he swiveled his head when you came down, giving him an accidental kiss, which silenced you both.

Sanemi noticed the silence as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and looked at you two, now both staring at each other, unsure what to do or say next. “ What made you two idiots stop?”

“ Nothing.” You both say as you sit up; the heat in your cheeks only burns more as you feel yourself put your full weight on him before immediately rising as you think something hard pressed against your ass.

“ She kissed your lips, didn’t she?” Sanemi asked as he sucked his teeth before glancing at the two of you, “ We’re all grown here. Stop acting like some virgin teenagers.”

“ Says the boy who said ‘kisses are gross’ earlier.” You mumble before Sanemi shifts over closer to you.

“ No. I said your kisses are gross.”

“ You never had my kisses, so how would you know?”

“ Don’t need to. Just watched you with him and you suck?” Sanemi always had a habit of being childish to you or trying anything to get under your skin, but you also knew how to get under his.

“I knew you were a coward.” You didn’t have to look at him as you stood up, heading to the kitchen to refill your empty cup, when he tugged you back down to the couch. You tumbled over his legs as you fell back to the sofa, legs draped over his.

“ Who are you calling a coward?” Sanemi was in your face and you tried not to stare too hard.

Yes, the man was scary as all hell, but the man wasn’t ugly. “Obviously you. Big bad Sanemi is scared of a kiss from lil ole me.” You tease before you feel him grip your chin. His silence was demanding as you found yourself staring at his lips, flicking back to see he was waiting for your response.

You gave him a nod and were shocked that he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips were softer than he thought, humming against your lips as he pulled away.

Obanai just sat there in disbelief at what had happened to him and what he was watching. He almost didn’t know what to say or if he should say something. You and Sanemi couldn’t stop staring at each other. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you.

“ Uhhh, here’s the controller so you two can play.” Obanai awkwardly tried to change the topic, pushing the controller towards you two. Sanemi gave a glance at it as you stared at his profile.

“ Screw it.” Sanemi pushed the controller off the couch, leaning back to kiss you. You found yourself wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He shifted your legs, having himself perched between your legs. Maybe it was the liquor he tasted on your lips that made him want to kiss you more. He shouldn’t have felt so comfortable between your legs as you pulled him closer to your body.

Obanai tried to leave quietly, having no words to say after how their typical game night spiraled down into this. He almost got away until he felt a hand on his shoulder, “ Don’t go. Stay.” He glanced over his shoulder to see that you pulled away from Sanemi to look at him. Sanemi found himself placing kisses on your throat.

“ Look, if you're gonna do…that, I’ll head off to my room.” Obanai tried to leave, but he couldn’t shake your hand away. You didn't hold him tight, but he couldn’t find himself to do so.

“ You have to do as I say, remember? So if I want you to stay, then you have to.” You knew you didn’t mean it. If he wanted to leave, he could at any moment. But you were hoping that he would stay for whatever this was spiraling into.

Obanai doesn't know if it was because it was you, but he found himself leaning back toward you two. He let you guide him to your lips, kissing him slonot to startle him. You knew he wasn’t used to the female touch, so you were crossing a lot of hurdles.

You don’t know when you all made it to Sanemi’s bedroom, feeling like a vivid fever dream as you found your legs spread with Sanemi messily eating you out and Obanai down your throat. Sanemi’s arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, sucking on your clit and lapping up another in sight. Obanai’s eyes were glued onto your face as you took him down, hand stroking what you couldn’t get from the position as Sanemi kept your wiggling hips still.

Hips bucking into his mouth, unable to warn him of the orgasm teetering off the edge as he adds his fingers into your core. Sanemi groaned against you, feeling the tightness that surrounded his fingers. His cock twitched against the bed as he fingered you fast, motivated by the wet sounds coming from you. You moaned around Obanai, causing him to hiss as his hand went to grip your hair in his fingers.

You had to pull your mouth off Obanai, moaning against his thigh as your back arched off the bed. Obanai got the chance to engrave the face you made as you came, Sanemi not stopping his hand as he pulled his mouth off you. He stared down at the mess you were making on his fingers and wrist, watching you squirm as he overstimulated you. He pressed his hand onto your belly, watching as he made you squirt on his bed and soak his sheets.

“ S-shit…” Obanai muttered as he watched your body spasm.

“ Didn’t think you could squirt too. You did a good job.” Sanemi grinned, feeling how you clenched around his fingers before pulling out. He glances at Obanai, “ Come on. I’ll let her fuck you first.”

Obanai tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He was trying not to let his brain shortcircuit from everything happening. But his body clearly knew what he wanted as he found himself between your legs, holding your hips as your body partially hung on the bed. Your head dangled off the bed, opening your mouth for Sanemi to slide into. Obanai rubbed his cock against your slit, using his hands to open you before pushing himself inside.

“ Tight, isn’t she?” Sanemi jokes, pulling his hips back before thrusting back down your throat in a slow rhythm. Obanai found himself following the same pace as his eyes glued to how your pussy gripped him every time he pulled out. Sanemi gave a quick slap to your clit, making you gag around him and clench around Obanai, “ She’s got a pretty nice pussy.”

Obanai groaned as he felt your soft walls squeeze him tight and Sanemi noticed. He looked down, seeing the shape of his cock slide up and down your throat, “ Do you like when I praise you? You clench every time I do.”

You whined around his, tongue gliding along the side as drool started to coat your face. Obanai brought your legs to his shoulders, his confidence gradually growing as he shifted your position. So when he thrusts down into you, you could feel how deep he was, forcing a muffled cry from you.

Sanemi would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how you swallowed around his cock each time he pressed deep. He liked hearing you gag when he bottoms out. But the thing he was starting to enjoy was the mirror in his room catching the sinful display of you three. It’s not like he dreamed of something like this happening, but he’s not complaining.

His eyes glued to the reflection as he watched your chest bounce with their movements, your throat bulge from him bullying his cock down your throat. It was all driving him crazy.

The silver-haired man wasn’t trying to bottom out and cum so soon, but how could he stop himself from pumping his cum so deep that you had no choice but to swallow it greedily. When he finished, he pulled himself out, finally able to hear the moans that you were making.

Your moans only made Obanai thrust harder into your pussy, feeling it spasm as his thumb rubbed your clit. Your soft whines of his name did nothing but fuel his ego, fingers digging into your hips.

Sanemi lifts your body, gripping your messy chin as he forces your gaze on where you were connected with his roommate. The filth that left his lips only fueled your excitement; hearing the sounds and small praises he moaned out and it did something to you.

You felt hands knead and tug at your nipples, Sanemi’s mouth back on your neck as another orgasm rapidly approached. Obanai felt like his body had a mind of its own, pounding away at your pussy as he got the joy of feeling you cum on his cock as you moaned his name. Obanai couldn’t keep it up any longer, giving a few more thrusts before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a breathy moan.

Obanai tried to catch his breath, hand subconsciously rubbing your thigh when he felt you pulled from under him. You barely noticed your flipped position, now fully facing the mirror in the corner as Sanemi quickly slipped inside your sensitive walls.

“ Sa..nemi~” You whined when you felt his tight grip before he pummeled inside you, giving you no mercy as he forced you to lay there and take every inch.

“ Thought I wouldn’t get a chance with this greedy pussy of yours?” His rough voice was beside your ear as he guided you to focus on the reflection of you two. You could even see Obanai in the back, lazily stroking himself at the image of your fucked out expression. “ You can cum one last time for me, can’t you? I know you can.”

You couldn’t recognize yourself in the mirror as he held your gaze through it, unable to look away until the sheer force of his thrust made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Sanemi cursed in your ear, getting wrapped up in your pussy and he fucked you with no mercy. You would almost think he was mad at you if you could think straight.

Sanemi dug his fingers into you, keeping you still as his cum pumped deep inside you. You could feel how deep he was and you could only whimper when he slowly pulled out of you.

The silence quickly overcame you all as you tried to even out your breaths and newfound realization of what happened.

“ Soooo…” Obanai starts, hoping someone other than him might address…whatever the hell this was.

“ Don’t make it weird.” Sanemi blurts out, reaching for water by his bedside, “ It was just a one-time thing and everything can go back to normal.”

“ …I wouldn’t mind if we did it again…if both of you are cool with it?” You mumbled a bit, but you knew they heard you based on how they looked at each other. The silence nearly became unbearable until Obanai opened his mouth, a blush evident on his face.

“ Maybe once in a while, but that’s it.”

©kenpachi-wh0re 2022. do not repost, translate, or use my works.

[benkeibear-deactivated20240529]

⋆꙳✧༄ First time

❖ Character: Obanai

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.9k

❖ Summary: You're the serpent hashira's first

❖ WARNINGS: no dynamics, virginity loss, experienced reader, handjob, mutual masturbation, oral (reader giving), cum eating, fingering, creampie, slight overstimulation

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Being with Obanai was an experience itself, every time you made it over one wall around his heart, you found yourself facing another one. It's not that you minded it, you would climb and tear down thousands of walls over and over again if it means having him in your life. The first time he dared to kiss you was the first time you stayed the night at his place, the room pitch black and any source of light long erased before he took his bandages off. He felt so stupid for behaving like this but he didn't want to risk losing you, he just couldn't. His cold hands were holding yours so you wouldn't cup his cheeks when his slightly chapped lips gently locked with yours. It felt as if a ghost was kissing you, a touch barely there. “Nai… I won't break” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away ever so slightly. The shuddered breath against your lips broke your heart, his nerves clear on display because he knew you could be able to feel the scars if he moved in any closer.

Little did he know when morning came and the smallest specks of sunlight illuminated his face you could see what he was hiding behind the bandages that were now shifted and you found yourself staring. Uneasy at the feeling of being watched he woke up, the blood in his veins freezing when he felt the morning air hit his bare skin and saw your eyes on his face. His first thought was to cuss you out, to shut you out of his life but these thoughts evaporated when your soft thumb gently caressed the long scar on his right cheek, your face coming closer to his. “You don't need to hide from me… you're beautiful, Obanai Iguro” you whispered and the next thing he knew were that your lips were back on his. How could you say such things? Didn't you see how disfigured his face was? But his racing mind had no choice against the love you showed him, tender lips locking with his, your hands cupping his cheeks and once you pulled away you looked at him as if he put the sun and all the stars in the sky just for you. His heart skipped a beat when he realized just how much you feel for him and that you accept him the way he is.

The relationship moved slow and steady and you never once pressured him into anything he's not fully comfortable with, always asking consent before holding his hand or kissing him and most importantly, you let him initiate new things so he wouldn't get uncomfortable. The first time his tongue danced across your lips it took you by surprise but you gladly let him enter, swirling your tongue around his as the kiss grew more intimate and his grip on you became more desperate. He wanted to be closer, bodies next to each other and touching wasn't enough. Every pore of his body was screaming for you, yearning for your love and gentle touch but he pulled away - not allowing himself to have you, not yet at least. Your body felt like it was on fire, yet you didn't stop him from retreating since you knew that giving his body to you entirely takes so much of him and he's simply not ready for it yet.

When he allowed you to touch him for the first time it was once again pitch black, the darkness giving him some security because you wouldn't be able to see him completely. Your hand slowly traveled down his lean body until you reached the hem of his pants, the bulge you grinded against while making out moments before so prominent beneath the fabric. Despite his well controlled breathing he struggled to do so this moment and you hesitated to reach into his pants - did you change your mind? Did you realize he's not good enough for you? His mind was racing once again and you leaned your head onto his shoulder

“Nai…Breathe” you reminded him, feeling that he was holding his breath for a while now and only when he exhaled shakingly, you caressed his abs again.

“We don't have to-” you began but he bucked his hips towards your hand. “I need you to” he whispered, fearing that any other volume would tear this moment apart and he hated to admit how his body was screaming for your touch.

You nodded silently and breathed in his scent before kissing his neck gently, your hand slowly disappearing into his pants and a little strangled “ngh” escaped his lips when he felt your hand stroke over his hard length for the first time. Unsure what he even imagined it to feel like, it exceeded his imagination, the feeling his own hand gave him couldn't be compared to yours. Smiling against his skin you smeared his pre cum over his tip before pumping his shaft with a little pressure at a slow pace. Obanai’s slender hands clutched onto the sheets at the feeling, jaw tensing up as he tried to hold any noises back but you could hear him pant hard - cock twitching after mere seconds of your touch and you retreated your hand.

“Nai… could you take them off?” You whispered into his ear, not wanting to stain his pants from making him release within their confides but he shook his head “it's enough” he mumbled back, not wanting to get you dirty with his cum, you deserved better.

You wanted to protest, to give him the sweet release he craved and also earned but you respected his boundaries and simply cuddled up to him, the wetness between your legs not important. Patience was the key and when he's ready to bring you pleasure he would let you know, until then you would just touch yourself silently in the bathroom so he won't notice and feel bad about it - he knew though but he never brought it up, unsure how or if he could pleasure you properly.

Giving him handjobs became more and more frequent and sometimes he finished it himself, not allowing you to please him to completion just yet. One day you had a small idea and gave him a little smile instead of letting your hand wander down his body like so many times before

“Can you touch yourself for me? This time without anything on?” You asked curious, wanting to see his reaction and he surprisingly nodded, slowly undressing you but he couldn't hold your gaze when he opened his pants so you reached for his hands, gently kissing them.

“Wait. Let me just-” you hummed and turned to stand behind him, back to back as you took your top off as well, skin touching skin now and you could feel the goosebumps erupt on his skin from feeling you this close.

“We can stay like this and just touch ourselves, yes?” You suggested, always making sure he was okay and the next thing you felt was how he lifted his hips ever so slightly to take his pants off, now sitting bare behind you which made you follow suit.

Obanai was the first to initiate it, his slender hand wrapping around his pale cock and slowly stroking it up and down just like you always did for him. The previous make out session left you drenched, almost grinding yourself to completion on his bulge but you didn't want to tease yourself further, eager fingers dipping to your core to gather some slick before rubbing your fingers over your clit. The sweetest noises escaped your mouth when you could feel your lover leaning against you for support, the slick noises of your fingers curling inside your velvet walls almost driving him insane with lust until the knot in his abdomen snapped, releasing over his hand with a strangled moan, letting you follow suit as you came around your own fingers, your other hand rubbing your clit in fast circles as you moaned his name. Hearing his name moaned like this let the blood freeze within his veins, but it would be his new favorite noise of yours, letting him hear just how desperate you are for him as well.

“Can I turn around?” You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper as he gave you a noise of approval in return, feeling your arms wrap around his upper body only a second later and you slowly reached for his right hand, kissing his shoulder.

“You're so beautiful Obanai… so perfect” you hummed into his ear as you brought the cum covered hand closer but he locked up, not letting it close to you.

“Let me taste you… I promise it won't harm me” you reassured him and he gave in, not wanting to deny you anything but his head fell back against your shoulder when you took two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue working over them as if it would be his cock. Once they were all clean you pulled away with a lewd “pop”, hiding your face in his neck right after when you saw the blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Maybe next time he would allow you to fulfill that fantasy of his.

These little moments went on until he was comfortable enough to face you while you gave him a handjob, eventually allowing you to wrap your soft lips around him and he swore that if a heaven existed, he made it there in these moments. His hips were bucking aimlessly as you bobbed your head up and down his length at a fast pace, one of his hands clutched over his mouth to keep the noises at bay while the other held onto the sheets for dear life. The twitching of his cock let you know that he was close and every time you could feel the anxiety rise up so you looked up into his eyes as you soothingly ran your hands over his thighs, nose nudged against his pubic bone and it did the trick for him. Seeing you so cockdrunk from giving him pleasure let the butterflies in his stomach go wild and he released down your throat as the softest groans escaped his lips. He didn't mean to buck his hips further in your face but it felt so good when you swallowed around him, he just couldn't get enough when his mind started to wonder how tight and warm your cunt would feel around him. A twitch of his cock made you pull away, your saliva slowly running down from his tip to the base.

“Do you want me to go on?” You asked slightly surprised since he wasn't so eager for more after he came, far too sensitive and growing reserved again which you respected. He nodded in response, trembling hands pulling you onto his lap by your hips, staying there to hold you tight and you got what he wanted, smiling down at him.

“You sure about that?” You asked just to confirm your suspicions and earned another nod, followed by a soft but firm “yes”

Gently you took one of his hands and guided it towards your mound and let go again. Obanai stared up at your eyes, looking a little lost and unsure how to proceed and if it would be any other time it would have made you giggle but you didn't want to ruin his newfound confidence in physical intimacy.

“You saw how I touched myself… Can you do it for me? It will make it more pleasurable to take you after” you explained, parting your legs a little further to make it easier for him to reach your dripping wet cunt.

He gulped but nodded, the image of how you rubbed your clit before two of your beautiful fingers dipped into your core was burned into his mind and he recreated your movements as if it's second nature. The way he massaged your clit in circular motions made you gasp, grinding your hips against his hand to get more friction but he got the hint, giving you exactly what you needed. Obanai might be inexperienced but he observed your reactions to everything, taking mental notes on what made you moan louder as he slowly pushed two slender fingers into your heat, moaning in sync with you.

Your velvet walls were so tight around his fingers already, making him wonder how he would fit inside of you. A spongy spot within your core took his attention when the pads of his fingers pushed against it, letting your moans raise in pitch and taking him off guard out of fear he hurt you but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know otherwise.

“God you're so good at this… I'm so close” you mumbled mindlessly between moans and it fueled Obanai's need to get you to come undone from just his fingers as he repeatedly curled his fingers against your sweet spot. The moment he brought his thumb down to play with your clit it was over for you, your walls spasming around his skilled fingers and his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He almost came untouched by the angelic sounds you made, making him love his name as he watched your orgasm take over your body only to slide his fingers out of your tight cunt when you’d calmed down. With a curious expression he brought his hand closer to his face, your slick almost dripping from his fingers as he pushed them past his own lips to taste you, just like you tasted his seed. His pupils blew wide and he groaned when your arousal melted against his tongue like silk, never having tasted anything so divine and he knew that he wanted more, growing hungry for your sweet release but you snapped him out of these thoughts, seemingly reading his mind.

“Another time, Nai… do you want to-?” You asked quietly, hoping he didn't change his mind because you needed to feel him inside of you. Once more he nodded, confirming that he wanted more as you positioned yourself above his achingly hard cock before holding his shaft to line him up. He took a deep breath when his tip touched your folds for the first time and despite wanting to hold back on his noises, a desperate “ngh” escaped his scarred mouth when you lowered yourself onto his dick. You placed his hands on your hips so he could take control, unsure how slow you needed to be but he pushed you down in just one thrust, fearing he would die if he couldn't be inside of you entirely. The harshness of this thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you fell forward into his arms.

“Hmm just like that” you encouraged him when he began to thrust erratically, the slight curve of his cock letting him hit just the right spots inside of you and the strength his thrusts held pushed you to the edge once again.

Obanai had to flip you over, needing to rut into you as if it's the last thing he would do. Desperate for your moans, struck by the love you held for him, he came unexpectedly, the tight heat of your velvet walls far too much for his virgin cock to handle. His eyes were screwed shut as breathless moans fell from his mouth, making him look ethereal above you, the dim light illuminating him just right.

It didn't matter to you that he came early, not having expected for him to last long during his first time but it clearly bothered Obanai who brought his hand between your bodies that were glistening with sweat so he could rub your clit once more. “I need to feel you around me” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, overstimulating himself by staying inside of your pussy but it was all worth it when the knot in your abdomen snapped a second time, your back arching so beautifully against him as your cunt fluttered around him, milking him of everything he had to give. Your orgasm was enough to trigger another one of his, only able to pant and whimper into your neck as he fell apart, eventually just resting his weight on top of you.

Gently your arms slithered around his slim frame, enjoying having him this close for once before it got too much for him, having to excuse himself from your embrace, still having to get used to being held for an extended period of time but you didn't mind, simply kissing his shoulder before getting up, his seed slowly running down your thighs in the process and the view sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of having released inside of you. He didn't mean to taint you with his cum but he knew that you would have wanted it that way so he gave it to you.

“Are you coming? I let you a bath in” you called out from the bathroom, hoping you could soak your sore body in the hot water with your lover together. He sure was inexperienced but his will to be enough for you sure made up for it.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

[meowzfordayz]

when you forget to close the door while using the bathroom

Author’s Note: this isn’t nsfw, but it’s ~explicit for other reasons. 🚽🧻💩 #shitposting #literally

when you forget to close the door while using the bathroom

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language, poop references

~faqs~

Do you even love him ????? 😭😭😭

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!?!?! 🫠😵‍💫🤢

Haunted by your little gasps for air 🙃

Can’t take intimacy srsly for a while

Bc whenever you gasp ~cutely into your kisses 🥰

Zenitsu just flashes back to you doing your best to take a shit 😮‍💨🥴

Highkey takes it as a challenge 😏

A display of dominance, if you will 😎

Nods in approval (not that you can see him)

And takes ~notes for later (aka yes, he is listening closely 💀) 

You don’t know it yet

But Inosuke’s already planning his move

Drink a ton of coffee (he’ll have to ask Tanjirou how to brew it) ☕️

Eat a ton of dairy 🧀🥛🍦

Make sure you’re home 😌

Take a shit (w/ the door open, ofc) 🤗

THAT’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S BOSS !!!!! 😤😤😤🫡

King of the Toilet anyone??? 🚽👑

Wonders why everything sounds louder??? 😬

A respectful gentleman tho ☺️

Will go upstairs to avoid the plops 🫢

Too bad his hearing’s phenomenal, even when hiding on top of the roof 😃

A little irritated 🙄

But whatever

You prob just reeeally had to go

He understands 😶

Will nonchalantly ask you about it the next time you’re out w/ friends 🤨

Is getting ignored for the rest of the night worth it? 🙃

Kinda 🥲

Obanai has regrets 😞

Can smell the situation from a mile away 😅

Tbf, closing the door wouldn’t have helped much 😬

Has to contemplate whether it’s worth embarrassing you over

Like, does he gently ask, “Love, would you mind closing the door?”

Or does he wince grin and bear it

Unfortunately, the toilet paper he would use to plug up his nose is currently unobtainable 🧻☹️

Should he just knock himself out for now? 🤗

You’d prob be upset if he didn’t wake up in time… 😒

Hm… 😔

😵 <— Tanjirou inhaled too deeply

“BAAABE, YOU FORGOT TO CLOSE THE DOORRR!!!!!” 🩷💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

Giggles to herself as the door slams shut 🤭

(you’re not mad, but you had to kick it closed bc it’s a lil far from the toilet seat 😅)

Holds it against you 😌

~

“Shinobu, could you get me a glass of water?” ☺️

“I don’t know, my dear, could you close the bathroom door?” 😃

~

“Shinobu, I want a kiss.” 🥺

“Mm, and I want to forget your pooping noises. I guess we can’t always have what we want.” 😃

Chuckles to himself, at first 🤭

And then becomes concerned 😕

Is it supposed to sound like that? 🙁

Or take this long?? ☹️ Should he intrude? 😖

It’s not like there’s a closed door for him to bust down…

He could just, waltz in-

NO

Internally scolds himself: Bad idea, [y/n] would not appreciate that!

Returns to the drawing board

And settles on a careful (once you’ve returned to him), “So, my love, are your bowels feeling okay?” ☺️

🧐😒😠 <— you

😶😬😁 <— him

“They just, uh, sounded wonderful earlier?!”

“Next time, how about closing the door?”

*Sanemi is casually leaning against a wall near the bathroom entrance*

You shriek 😳

And smack his shoulder 😡

“Sanemi!!!!! Do not wait outside the bathroom like that!!!!!” 😭

“Did you wash your hands?” 😏

“SANEMI!” 😒

“... well?” 👀

You are not amused 😐

He acquiesces 😅

“Okay, okay, I confess, I heard the sink running.” 🤓

“I hate you.” 🥲

“But you trust me enough to shit with the door open.” 🥰

“Piss off.” 🙄

“I’m about to!” 🫡

(bc, y’know, he’s about to go… piss… 😆)

Doesn’t really mind

Will prob forget to remind you about it later 🙃

Until the next time you do it

…

By the fourth incident, Muichiro gives up

If anything, he’s flattered you’re so comfortable around him ☺️

Altho he is a lil worried about your ability to use a public bathroom 😶

Def uncomfortable 😕

But even more uncomfortable at the thought of discussing ~it w/ you ☹️

Giyuu knows you wouldn’t be upset

Or even embarrassed

You have like, 0 shame, as he’s both lovingly and unfortunately come to learn ☺️😬

Which means

If he mentioned it, then you’d likely end up teasing him 🫠

“Love me so much, you’ve even gotta listen to me poop?” 😉

*shudder shudder* 😭

(I mean, yes, he does love you that much, but when you put it like that 🥴)

Giyuu settles on hoping that it was a one time mistake 🤞🙏

Good luck 😃

Tengen’s never letting you live it down 😝

Will write out instructions on “How to Use a Bathroom” 🤓

And stick ‘em on both sides of the door

Step 1: Open the door

Step 2: CLOSE THE DOOR

Step 3: ✨Do your thing✨

[selineram3421]

Lovesick Alastor Headcanon

Alastor X Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ deer man is possessive/obsessive over you, hides it somewhat, very yandere coded but doesn't force you to do anything you don't like, suggestive/implied, hint at cannibalism, blood, ☺🔪 ⚠

This goes for almost all versions of the Reader. Child reader/platonic relationships excluded.

He's had his eye on you for a while now. Of course you didn't know since he always kept his composure.

You were a jewel among rocks to him.

Will do anything to make you fall in love with him. Not make but persuade.

Uses Vox as a dummy whenever he can to make himself look good.

Waits for you to approach him.

And when you do he's the happiest demon in Hell.

He likes when you wear red. Especially if you are covered in blood.

Its not yours, no. He'd never let that happen.

Literally crazy about you.

He doesn't do PDA but behind closed doors is a different story.

Alastor is a gentleman! He won't do anything unless you ask him to. Kisses, cuddles, hand holding, biting-

*cough*

Depending on what you like of course.

Only spills your blood with your permission. Fully consensual.

Likes holding you close or having you nearby. It calms him down when he's upset or too peppy.

When you are at the hotel, he likes whisking you away to his office for kisses.

Buys you jewelry, food, clothes. A lot of gifts that are in his colors. Maybe one thing you'll wear everyday with a microphone on it.

Everyone knows to STAY AWAY.

Of course Vox is an idiot and tries to woo you but fails miserably.

"You know how much I adore you my dearest.", Alastor caresses your face. "Jusqu'à la fin des temps ou jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus que nous." (Until the end of time, or until it's just us.)

Makes sure you're content and well taken care of.

Of course there are times when he does too much and you get upset.

"Alastor, please let me do this for myself.", you'll say with a pout.

"Forgive me my darling.", he kisses the top of your head. "You know I like taking care of you, but as you wish."

He shows off his demon form because he knows you like it.

Teases you about it later in your shared hotel room, until you're hiding your blushing face.

"I thought you liked my radio dial eyes?", he leans closer, purposefully turning them into radio dials. "￦as ¡ wr¤Ω&?", he asks, static more noticeable in his voice.

"D-don't!", you'll stutter and shiver, peeking through your fingers.

His smile widens and he'll continue transforming. "What's the matter my love?", he chuckles as he looms over you. "Trouble holding back?"

Falls in love all over again when you get pissed at someone.

Watches as you tear up said demon and cheers for you. "Save me a piece or two darling!"

Man worships and adores you.

No one will ever see you make the Radio Demon blush, but you don't mind. That's only for you to see.

He's yours after all.

Thank you to @the-friend-lol for making me the gif.

~Seline, the person.

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[alastorss]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."

[chuuya-fan-page]

Between Dazai and the Flags they probably managed to introduce Chuuya to Dumb Teenager Shit™ right? Because I doubt the sheep did all that much kid shit, sure they had the arcade but other than that?

Dazai dragging Chuuya to the movie theater and pausing outside and saying something like "Oh no they don't allow dogs, too bad let's go home" and Chuuya being like "Fuck that, we are watching this movie"

Albatross telling Chuuya that it is necessary for Mafia members to know how to play Go Fish and Spoons and Old Maid and Garbage and other dumb card games.

The Flags playing Never Have I Ever with Chuuya and then Albatross dragging him out the next night to "give him a fair shot at winning next time"

Parkour attempts. Chuuya getting told using his ability i cheating. Chuuya telling them they're just mad they suck.

Sticking Chuuya on a skateboard, handing him a jumprope and pulling him down a street in a car. Letting Chuuya drive next and pull someone else.

The Flags piling into the back of a truck and fucking gunning it down a road bc one of them knows a spot. They come back smelling like weed and having learned Chuuya gets drunk very fast.

Them playing Mario Cart with shopping carts in a parking lot. Chuuya being told if he keeps making people lighter they're gonna make him play with Dazai.

Chuuya picking up random skills because his dumbass friends coworkers kept getting him into situations where he needed it.

Chuuya finding out that a lot of the flags know how to play at least one instrument and deciding to learn how to play two. Drums and guitar.

Of course now most of the city is covered in memories that make Chuuya remember that his friends are gone.

-E

[dummplink]

I downloaded the mayoi game and I'm not going to say how many hours I have wasted in the past week.

[oldworldpoolhall]

can u do… iceman hc’s… 👉🏽👈🏽 ty *runs*

can be sfw, nsfw… whatever :P go for it >:D

good luck my friend~

A glass of wine coming up! Thank you for your kind patronage.

Iceman hcs:

•He’s normally cold demeanor wise, always out lighting a cigarette anywhere whenever he can and whenever he feels like he needs to.

•He does it when he’s with you, playing music in some old phonograph he thought looked nice in his small living room with a stack of books he likes to read. He relaxes in your presence.

•Iceman intends to make things easier for you, he’s a bit avoidant that way; more so in the sense that he wants no trouble with you, and he makes that clear, always, speaking to you a lot gentler than he would the group of mafiosi he got dragged in.

•Iceman doesn’t mind your touch, he reciprocates it, but a bit more subtle than others would. When you walk together, he places you away from where the road would be, a hand to your back, as if to ready himself to protect you if he needs to.

•Iceman’s love is patient and warm, a stark contrast to his nickname and demeanor. He would never hurt you, and he will always be there for you when you need someone to ground you to reality. His comfort comes in warm, heavy palms on your shoulder, a stare to your eyes, and telling you to breathe with him if you’re in a state of being frantic.

•Iceman is willing to do anything for you, caring not for how much effort he would have to exert to get you what you may need, or what you may want. He’s no stranger to breaking into facilities and stealing files if you need him to, or killing people for you (though he would rather not tell you this, knowing it is much better for you not to be exposed to further violence more than you already have in association with him).

•It could be simple things too, Iceman is not a complicated man. He could get you flowers that reminds him of you, or a book you may want to read, or a scarf when he takes note of the weather.

•He cooks for you whenever he finds the time to, pouring care into the dish he makes when he’s waiting for you to wake up from your sleep. His food tastes of home and warmth; everything good in life, everything good in love. He calls for your name when you awake, and you find yourself tasting the reality of his nature through the food he has made for you.

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Dating Chuuya HCs

Warnings: none!

I feel like he'd take such good care of himself. (Maybe not so much his apartment, there's a few shirts scattered around and he doesn't always care to fold the hand towels or unload the dishwasher if he gets home late.) But his personal hygiene? On point. 5 step hair care routine, pimple patches at the ready, he also takes rlly good care of his hands. At least a clear coat at all times just to keep them from breaking and have them looking nice, or he paints them black/red/gold. He wouldn't wear acrylics or any jewelry that could get in the way like dangling earrings or chains or overly chunky rings. They can get caught on things or ripped out, and he's not taking any chances.

Dates aren't so much about what you do or where you go as much as it is about just spending time with you. He'll definitely take you somewhere nice if you ask for it or if it's a special occasion, but I feel like he'd be completely fine with a picnic or window shopping. For him it's about the company, sharing a crêpe and holding your hand as you walk along the boardwalk is perfect for him.

Used to not mind having to travel for work but now he hates it, he wants to be close to you in case you need it or you get in trouble for whatever reason. I imagine that he'd be over the moon if you could go with him on his trips. Work is work for him but once he's done doing whatever he has to do (negotiations, murder, whatever) he's delighted to explore with you wherever you are. Bonus points if he's undercover and you can add to the story, what better than you dressing up fancy and pretending you're married to infiltrate some party?

Literally the prettiest man on earth but he still gets flustered when you point it out. He'll stammer and go beet red, and probably screech at you. I feel like he loves to give off the whole "rugged gangster bad boy" vibe (see the wan) but it really doesn't stick at all. I mean come on, he loves posing in front of the mirror, he loves Kenji, he asks about Kyouka, the man is a sweetheart! But he's not used to genuine, upfront displays of affection or compliments so if he gets them it's an instant shutdown. Don't let that fool you though, when he's gotten a hold of himself he'll be absolutely glowing with how pleased he is.

Another little headcannon of mine is that he'd love to match things with his partner. Same jewelry or the same piercings but one set in silver and the other in gold, subtly colour coordinated outfits or accessories. I don't think he's the kind to flaunt you from the rooftops but he'll have you on his arm, he'll get you matching rings, he'll hold your hand while you walk.

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Things I have in common with Chuuya:

We're both 1'60m.

We both like wine

We both are lightweights.

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Now it's canon that Chuuya practised his acting skills with Lippmann.

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Pianomann loves kpop gg, he knows all choreos and you can't convince me otherwise.