an. I haven't done headcannons in a while! here are some aftercare headcannons mixed with a little mini drabble for you! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3
#MIKEY isn't the king of aftercare by any means. he's the type to indulge himself in the sweetness of your cunt until he can't take it anymore— the kind that nearly passes out right after spilling his seed inside your cunt. instead of showering you with praise, cleaning you up, and telling you how pretty you look, he'll comb through his hair with dazed eyes before collapsing beside you. you'll be rather unamused— you're used to it by now, but you can't help but roll your eyes when he begins to snore.
"mikey" you groan, rolling his dead weight away from your spot on the bed. "mikey move"
it's too late— he's already gone— committed to taking up as much space as possible and his arms wrap around your torso in a trap you'll never escape.
#DRAKEN will go the extra mile just for you. he watches the way your chest quivers with each breath, taking his time to press his hands against your shoulders as you calm down. his lips press against your forehead in a gentle kiss, feeling satisfaction in the way your body responds to his touch. draken is focused on your comfort before anything else, bringing an extra pillow to support your back as he props you up against the headboard.
"did so good for me princess" he whispers, tracing the sides of your face as his palms rest over the marks he left across your skin— he's always been good at calming you down. "gonna clean you up, okay? wait here"
#KAZUTORA is always the one that needs the aftercare. he's emotional, and fragile during sex— always brought to tears as his body trembles under your touch. he often finds himself biting his lip to keep the tears from falling— he doesn't want you to think you did anything wrong, but he can't help but feel his lip quiver the second your hand cups his face. he can't help that the feeling of his own bliss is too much for him to manage— it feels too good.
"pretty boy" you hum, brushing sweaty strands of hair away. "you can cry baby, it's ok"
the softness of your voice is enough to make the tears drip down his cheeks, and he pulls you into a hug— sniffling against your chest as you rock him back and forth.
#MITSUYA much like draken, can't help but feel a sense of pride as his eyes scan your shaky body. he loves to admire the mess he made, watching his cum drip from your cunt as he toys with your folds. but the second you wince and whimper at his touch, he clicks his tongue with a smile.
"you ok angel?" he'll ask, sitting himself beside you as you press your knees together and nod. you'll whimper when he leaves, listening to the sound of water running in the tub as he hums away. but when he comes back, the sweet smile that rests on his lips makes up for it.
"c'mon" he motions towards the bathroom, slipping his hands under your legs as you cling to his shoulders for support.
"taka you don't have t—"
"shhhh" he cuts you off with a kiss planted against your lips, and shakes his head. "you deserve it"
#SANZU can't help but knit his brows when tears form in your eyes. he's always rough with you, pushing you to the edge of your composure until your body becomes too much for him to handle much longer. but when you need him the most, he struggles.
"haru" you whimper, grasping at sheets to cover your body with embarrassment. it isn't till he sees the shameful look that falls on your face that he realizes how much you need him, and his lip juts out in a pout.
"what's wrong?" he'll ask, swallowing his pride as he watches you fall apart.
"come" you pout, outstretching your arms for him to join, and as cold as he may try to act, he can't help but submit to your needs and pull you flush against his chest.
sanzu is warm— his hugs, while rare, are intoxicating. they make you feel like the world around you is melting, and they burn your cheeks with tiny tears that trickle from the corners of your eyes
"I love you" he'll whisper into the crook of your neck, wanting nothing more than to keep you in his arms forever.
#BENKEI is attentive— there's no doubt about it, but he's also easily exhausted. he's the type to collapse beside you— chest beaded with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath. it takes him a moment to come back to reality, finally remembering you beside him. he'll turn to his side, propping himself up on his elbows as he draws patterns across your skin.
"you ok angel?" he'll ask, stroking the sides of your face as you turn to face him. when you nod, a sweet smile crosses his lips as he leans down to kiss you.
"wait here" he coos, before slipping his pyjamas back over his hips and escaping to the bathroom.
he'll wet a towel with warm water like a spa, taking care to dab at your skin as gentle as he can feeling like you could break under his touch.
"is this ok?" keizo asks, watching the way your body relaxes as he presses the towel against your skin to wipe away his cum. your nod brings him comfort, and he can't help but plant gentle kisses up the inside of your thighs.
#TAKEOMI's first instinct is to reach for his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. you might hate the smell of smoke, but he doesn't seem to care, and you're used to it by now.
"omi" you'll whine, turning to your side as your skin stings with imprints of his fingers that had dug into your skin.
"hmm?" he mumbles, ashing the cigarette off to the side.
"c'mere" you cling to his torso as he struggles to take the last drag from his cigarette without getting smoke in your face. it's almost cruel, the way he nearly neglects you as his cum drips from your cunt.
"alright alright" takeomi groans, rolling out of the bed as he trudges to the bathroom to run you a bath. "gimme one sec princess"
#SHINICHIRO doesn't know the first thing about aftercare. in fact, he's almost over careful every time. it takes him a minute to gain his composure again— it's all too easy for shin to get lost in the bliss of his high. but when he finally comes to his senses, all attention is on you.
"are you ok baby?" he inspects your body as he speaks, eyebrows knitted deeper with every mark he comes across.
his fingers graze the tiny bruises down your neck— ones tender enough to make you wince.
"m'sorry" he whispers through kisses pressed to each spot. "couldn't help myself baby— you just feel too good"
it's almost funny how much he seems to care about the marks reminiscent of his pleasure, and he'll make up for it by pulling you flush against his chest as his heartbeat nearly lulls you to sleep.
I'm just dropping by to say I f i n a l l y caught up with the manga again (I had 12 chapters to read) and while this arc still has things that have me side eyeing wakui a bit, I gotta say I definitely enjoyed binging it again more than my last few weeks last year when I was having to read it week by week
cw. f!reader, dom-ish!reader, f!masturbation, pillow+baton humping (it's a replica of Ran's baton for times like these), restraints (m receiving), gagging (m receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing.
an. not much to say, had this in my drafts for a while and i was finally able to get it out of my system lol not proofread.
tagged. @harujuku @kazuwhora
minors do not interact (18+)
Ran enjoyed being in control in every area of his life, and the bedroom is obviously included. There's nothing he enjoyed more than seeing you fall apart at the touch of his fingers, mouth or cock. However, from time to time, he let go of the reins, placing them in your hands with a small placid smirk and smugness sparkling in his eyes—smugness you itched to wipe off his face whenever you got this chance.
And you were confident, because despite all that cockiness, you knew you could break him. You knew just how soft and harsh you had to be, which spots would make him sing in a low voice, what to say and how to sound to make his hands twitch with the need to touch you.
And on nights when you wanted to make him suffer a bit, you knew exactly which buttons to push. Which is why he now sat completely bare near the foot of the bed, hands handcuffed at his back, ankles tied to the legs of the chair, and hair slightly toussled by your fingers as you gave him a slow part kiss before tying his tie over his mouth. A hushed whisper asking if he remembered his safe signal was met with three loud snaps of his fingers, so you put yourself to work.
You could pinpoint the precise moment Ran realised what your goal was when you hopped off his lap, completely stopping your previous ministrations on his body. Your hips swayed with each step you took until you knelt down next to the bed, back purposefully arched while you reached for the box underneath, turning your boyfriend's knuckles white as he got a front row view of your ass and your already glistening folds.
With a smile, you lifted yourself and took your time to place a pillow in the middle of the bed before setting the baton down on top. Only once your thighs were straddling both objects, hips hovering above, do you finally look up to meet Ran's gaze. The corners of your mouth tugged into a full grin at what you see—the changed is almost imperceptible, but you can tell, your can see the way his eyes had narrowed and how the lean muscles were flexing underneath his skin.
This was Ran's biggest weakness whenever you called the shots. He absolutely abhorred not being the one to make you cum unless he was punishing you, and even those instances were a big test to his own self-control. And you relished in it. Never breaking eye contact, with one hand fondling your breasts and another hand dipping down between your legs, you put on your little show.
His gaze was scalding, flickering eyes burninh holes through your skin as if he couldn't decided what he wanted to focus more on—if on the way your fingers pinched and teased at your perky nipples or on how your other digits drew out more and more wet sounds from your dripping cunt. You were so wet already, the previous teasing hadn't left you unaffected and you could feel some of your arousal start to cling to your inner thighs. And you knew you could drag this out, but that wouldn't be the fun part. No, the fun part was that you could really just focus on making yourself cum just as you pleased because you could see that your boyfriend was already frying at the edges.
And seeing the hazy mirth swirling amongst the lust in your eyes, Ran gritted his teeth over the fabric in his mouth. He hated how well you knew him, how you could tell how much of an effect you had on him. But he couldn't help it, couldn't help the way his cock throbbed in the air, pink tip angry and glistening, balls heavy as he was forced to watch your little game. His hands moved, restless, tugging against the restraints and his mouth pooled with saliva as your noises grew louder and your movements more purposeful. Your heaving breaths mixed with your soft moans and the ever growing squelching from your perfect pussy as your fingers prodded at your needy entrance that should be getting filled up by him, only him, especially after being apart for a while. A low groan escaped his throat, expressing his dissatisfaction, and as if one cue, you moved, reluctantly pulling your hand away.
The faint flickering hope he felt was quickly snuffed out when your hips sank down on top of the baton, lips hugging the cold metal as a shiver shot through your spine. The delicious friction against your clit dragged a longer moan out of your parted lips as your hips started the slow rock back and forth, one hand gripping the sheets below and the other one -the one coated in your slick- rose to your face. With a feral grin, you popped two fingers into your mouth, tasting your own juices as you sucked on the digits like you had so often done to your boyfriend's cock.
The answering grunts and growls that came from the struggling figure on the chair only fueled you more. Now leaning on both hands, you dropped lower, hips rolling harder, deeper, seeking to soak up all the contact to your throbbing clit as your tits bounced to the pace in front of Ran's greedy eyes.
"F-fuck," you gasped. "It almost feels like your cock, b-but," a choked off moan cut you off, "you're so much thicker and warmer, fuck, would look so good between my l-lips."
Your words worker like magic and Ran's composure finally cracked completely—purple strands disheveled and sticking to his forehead, a frown deepening his brow, and desperate glare that paired the sweat coating his skin and the rhythmic canting of his hips that rutted into the air, seemingly in tune with your own, as his cock jumped and slapped again his stomach. You were close, so fucking close, your arousal making your eager grind that much easier. Moans and whines of his name were leaving your lips unrestrained, hips redoubling their efforts to bring you that much closer until finally, just one, two, three more rolls sent your eyes to the back of your skull, mouth open in a desperate gasp as you felt your orgasm rippling through your body, pool of slick running down and coating the rod and the pillow underneath.
You took a moment to breathe and soak in the aftershocks, huffing puffs of breath mixing in with your boyfriend's low whines, before you got up on shaky legs and walked to his side. Lifting one leg over his, you straddled him, slick-covered thighs caging his legs. You flinched slightly at the sensitivity but you could happily ignore it with the way you felt Ran's cock, coated with his pre-cum, jump and throb at the mere contact with the wet warmth of your pussy just, the metallic sound of the cuffs ringing in the air.
You reached up, hands undoing the knot of the makeshift gag before carelessly discarding it somewhere on the floor. Barely a hairbreadth a part between you two, you hummed low, wondering against his lips how long would your pretty boy last.
“if you have a crush on me, you could just say so,” you chuckle, plopping beside him and nudging shinichiro with your shoulder. his breath hitches as he tries to pretend like he’s not losing his mind you’re sitting right beside him, watching him work. and this is all in good fun, he tells himself, you absolutely don’t know about his feelings, and you’re not onto him.
but then you sigh quietly in content, leaning your head on his shoulder like it’s second nature. his heartbeat quickens, his palms grow sweaty, and he thinks maybe you are onto him.
“what makes you say that,” he mumbles, shoulders stiffening the tiniest bit at your proximity. he tinkers away at his bike, and you gently poke your finger at an oil stain on his uniform.
“i didn’t say it,” you shrug, “i heard it.”
he stops, you smile, and there’s a silence.
“you what? who…who said that?” he finally asks. shinichiro thinks it must’ve been wakasa—and he’s finally considering cutting off that traitorous, good for nothing, heart stealing, cocky and all-knowing asshole. “was it waka? he’s always full of shit—”
“it wasn’t waka,” you snort. by now, you’re hugging his arm, cheek pressed against his bicep, and he feels like he might just lose his mind. he’s trying desperately—and failing—at fighting off the blush that’s furiously spreading across his cheeks, neck, chest, and even the tips of his ears.
“it had to be waka,” he huffs, setting his tools down. you still don’t unlatch from his arm, and he’s holding back a frustrated sigh. imaushi wakasa might beat him in a fight on a regular day, but shinichiro thinks he might just take the win this time around—he’s too determined after this.
traitorous bastard is too of a kind phrase for someone as lowly as the blonde.
“shin,” you giggle, “it wasn’t wakasa, leave him alone. it was someone else,” you poke his cheek, and he hopes it’s not too hot under your touch from the heat that continues to rise.
“then who?” he pouts, deflating. there go any of his chances with you completely, he tells himself woefully. not that he thinks he had one from the start, but he doesn’t know if there’s any recovering from this.
because you’re perfect.
he knows this fact like it comes to mind as second nature—it’s as simple as fixing a flat tire for him. you’re perfect, and shinichiro is awkward and nervous, and he’ll be the first to admit he’s a little lame too. he thinks it’s pretty cruel that you of all people had to be the one crush he didn’t just bounce back from. instead, he gets to fall in love and watch you from the sideline, and it’s a little unfair.
it’s unfair when shinichiro watches you laugh at wakasa’s jokes and bat your eyelashes at the (aggravating) way his friend chuckles smugly, and he realizes how awkward his own smile really is at times. no amount of practicing smiling in the mirror seems to help.
it’s unfair as he watches you stare in absolute shock at how many pounds benkei can bench press, and he glances at his shrimpy physique in comparison with sagging shoulders. he quickly gives up trying though when he almost crushes himself under the weight once.
it’s unfair how easy it is for you to tell takeomi about the silliest things that come to your mind, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to hold a conversation with you without stuttering. he finds he blurts the stupidest things when he’s not too busy stuttering though.
it’s unfair, and it’s always going to be unfair. and some day, you’re going to be another rejection he can add to the list—it’s probably going to be sooner rather than later at this point, and he thinks that’ll be unfair too.
“i promised not to say a word,” you murmur, and your hand trails to grab his hand. gently, you unclench the fist he didn’t realize he was making, smoothing a thumb over his knuckles.
“well if they knew, they promised not to say a word too,” he grumbles bitterly.
“don’t be like that,” you insist gently, peering up at his tight jaw as he stares ahead. your fingers lace with his, and even if he thinks you’re just mocking him, he can’t help but lace his back.
“if you’re going to reject me get it over with,” he sighs, “and let a guy down gently. twenty rejections gets to you after a bit.”
“who said i wanted to reject you?” you pout. he thinks you’re just being mean at this point, dragging it out like this.
“look, i get it—”
“if it makes you feel any better, mikey only told me because i called you cute first.”
shinichiro pauses, and after a moment of registering your words, he’s cursing his own little brother in his mind—and he regretfully thinks maybe he owes wakasa an apology for the not so kind thoughts from earlier too.
“mikey? you mean my little brother? that mikey?” he sputters, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.
“unless you know any other manjiro’s that go by mikey, then yes. that’s the one.”
“how could he? we’re brothers. we share the same blood—i let him go to bed thirty minutes late the other night,” he rambles, and there’s a warmth that spreads through your chest as he talks more to himself than you.
shinichiro’s not exactly a smooth talker, but all things considered, he’s always been charming nonetheless. you lean up and kiss his jaw, and he goes silent instantly, eyes widened in shock. it makes your heart flutter, and you can’t help but press one more.
“well, he clearly did you a favor shin,” you snort, leaning back to lay your cheek on his arm. “by the time you confessed on your own, mikey would probably be too old for bedtime.”
“that’s not true,” he pouts, looking at you with defiance in his eyes, “i’d have told you.”
“oh yeah?” you raise a brow, and he wilts a little under your gaze.
“yeah,” he mumbles, “i would’ve. eventually.”
“sure,” you chuckle, “i’m sure you would. eventually.”
he watches as you play with his hand in yours, laying your palms flat together to compare hand sizes. you trace over the calluses and glide your fingertips along each line of his palm, and he shivers slightly at the feeling.
“so…you uh…you don’t mind?”
“mind what?” you hum, bringing his hand up to kiss the small scratch on the back, “and you should be more careful when you work with sharp tools,” you scold gently.
“you don’t mind me feeling this way? and that wasn’t my fault, stupid wakasa never knocks when he—”
“it’d be pretty unfair if i minded, shin,” you smile, looking up to meet his eyes, “since i feel the same and all. and be nice to wakasa, he put in a good word for you when he told me a few weeks ago.”
“so wakasa did tell you—”
his breath hitches when your lips are already on his, cutting him off. his eyes flutter shut as your hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing the warm skin, and he thinks out of the goodness of his heart, shinichiro might start letting manjiro pick his own bedtime every now and then.
he won’t be apologizing anytime soon to imaushi wakasa, his traitorous bastard friend, however.
K, C (hehehe) L, Q, and S for the selfships! I hope you’re taking care of yourself 🖤 ilysm and you deserve the world and more! I can’t wait to read ab your self ship!
C - Calm how do they calm the other down?
Shin tends to grab my hand or put his hand on my knee. I have a lot of anxious energy build up, and when i get agitated, that translates in my moving/gesturing with my hands and/or shaking my leg if i'm sitting down. His touch in those places helps ground me, it's firm but gentle enough to make me snap out of it, even if just a little bit.
K - Kissing what is it like kissing them?
Playful. Shin's loves the type of kisses that usually end up with both of us smiling or laughing; they feel warm and happy, making us feel at ease and without worries. For that he favours loud cheek kisses or a flutter of kisses pressed all over my face. He appreciates the same treatment in return, but it didn't take me long to learn his love for very soft kisses, though; the type where i grab his jaw and press gentle lingering kisses to his mouth - those always leave him melting in the palm of my hand.
L - Love when did they realize they were in love?
It was late one night after dinner, Emma and Mikey had tired out and were cuddled up on the couch against my sides after watching some cartoons. Shin was rambling about the new ideas he had for his shop now that he had more funding while i listened with a smile on my face. and in one of his pauses, after i congratulated him and reminded him that i would very much still would be happy to help him with the administrative side, he had this sudden realization of how right everything felt, and how much that casual affirmation about our future meant to him.
Q - Quiver what’s something they do that makes the other flustered?
go d. listen. it's very easy to fluster me, embarrasingly so; even if i try not to show it, my blush is too noticeable. PDA is one of those things, especially because shin's the type to show off now that he has a s/o. most of the time he can be very silly, but his more calm and honest moments, not shying away from saying what he feels, tend to leave me with my head buried in my hands. for him is whenever i get bolder, which doesn't happen as often, but sometimes the sight of him shaking and stuttering is too tempting to pass by lol
S - Selfies do they like taking pictures together? Do they keep pictures of the other?
We do! He usually initiates it and i usually have no problem with it. I take selfies from time to time and if he sees me doing it he would either offer to take the pic for me or he would want to join in; shin doesn't take selfies often, he prefers to be part of group photos or to take the pics himself. We both keep pics of the other, they're a nice variety of "my s/o is so beautiful doing this mundane thing" and "this will serve me as blackmail for years to come"
Thank you for the ask, bby! This was really fun c:
