( ၴႅၴ ⨾ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒. twenty six. she/hers.
shuji 's mad hatter and ran's cheshire cat. this blog is multifandom (mainly tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen & blue lock) and interacts with (n)sfw and dark content. minors do not interact. sporadic writer + avid self-shipper. antagonist apologist. please read my rules before following!
ㅤㅤ🥀 ༝ kingdom rules ༝ rose garden ༝ the queen's favorites
ㅤ╰﹒ reading... wind breaker, ch. 139
ㅤ╰﹒ watching... haikyuu, s2e12
ㅤ╰﹒ thinking about... kuroo and his stupid lil smirk
𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:
ㅤ╰﹒ pretty hostage, ch. 6 - bonten trio x fem!reader.
ㅤ╰﹒ playback - hanma shuji x fem!reader.
MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: timeskip kenma x fem!reader, kenmas chat being freaks, sub reader, dom kenma, begging, praise, filming, mentions of onlyfans, doggy style, implied overstimulation, cervix fucking mention, camera recording sex + more. total wc :: 800+
DAY SEVENTEEN - FILMINGノm.list ノkinktober m.list
It isn't like Kenma didn't have the money. Quite the opposite, in fact, if you wanted, you could stop working right there and then, and he would be able to support both of you. Being a famous YouTuber had its perks and paid him more than enough.
That's when it happened.
He was in the middle of playing a shonky horror game, that's what Kenma called it, before he got jump scared, pausing the game, when you walked into the room. You tell him you were heading off to bed, giving him a slow and deep kiss, your fingers slightly running through his hair that he left out today, before leaving him. "Good night, baby," you murmur against his lips before leaving.
An insane flood of messages flooded into the chat, so fast that he couldn't even process what they were all talking about or saying. There was a mixture of responses ranging from:
youregettingclippedkenma
absolutely INSANE work
dynastymeow
hes defo hard rn
kenmasleftthumb
nah bc that kiss looked too real wtf 😭
sugawaraluvr
“goodnight, baby” I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL 😩
nekosupremacy
someone pls tell me why my screen is fogging up 😭😭
blushinglibero
KENMA YOU JUST GONNA SIT THERE AFTER THAT???
Then there was one bold comment that made him choke on air, and he sat up from his chair and looked to his other monitor, eyes so close to the chat.
nottafreakiswear:
hear me out on this kenma, your gf + you... onlyfans...?
"What did this loser just say?" he mumbles to himself, but he was fighting the soft pink tinge that was coating his cheeks.
volleybabe69
the way she played with his hair… lord have mercy
xxmitsukittyxx
pause the game? nah pause my HEART
hinatasimpclub
this man’s living in my dream scenario rn 🧍♀️
streamerkk
bro’s tryna act normal but his EYES SAID EVERYTHING 😭
puffypaws420
“shonky horror game” ok but the REAL horror is how single i am after seeing that 😩
kneecaps4kenma
tell me he’s not adjusting in his chair rn 😭😭😭😭
And for some reason, everyone completely missed it! No one was even paying attention to that singular message that popped up and disappeared from the next mass amount of chats popping up. He slumps back into his chair, placing his headphones down momentarily next to his keyboard before running a hand through his deul coloured hair, letting out a sigh.
Maybe... the idea isn't too bad...
So that's where you are now, completely open to the idea that Kenma proposed. He wasn't in any better state than you, a moaning and whimpering mess, both of you. Kenma's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, slow thrusts into your cunt as he holds his phone to capture how your ass is squishing against his pelvis, and the deep curve of your spine.
You're on your knees while your breasts are tight up agasint the mattress, and your head stuffed agasint the sheets, trying to muffle your moans as his cock fills your cunt up to the brim. Your hands grip the silky sheets while breathy whimpers leave your swollen lips, your knees shaking as well.
Kenma's hands tighten on the fat of your hip, thumb rubbing agasint the side of your ass soothingly. "Good girl," he praises, and you moan in response, being incoherent to say any words in reply, completely exhausted. "Taking me so well, look at you."
He moves the camera momentarily close to your cunt, sucking every inch of his cock as he deeply rolls his hips into you. Kenma can feel how your walls are clenching him tightly, desperate for a release that he isn't giving you. You don't think you could take it anymore.
"Please, baby," you beg, your cunt fluttering around his cock as you tighten around him indefinitely. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick thrust so perfectly up into your cunt. "I need to- Hah- Please."
"C'mon pretty," he says, His thrusts speed up and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Kenma helped it, his hips continuing to rut into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.
With a deep moan, his hips slam tight agasint yours, his cum spilling deep within you. Slowly, he takes his length out of your cunt, a whimper befalling your lips, and he lowers the camera. He spreads your folds, cum dribbling out your trembling hole, the camera capturing everything, even how he slides two of his fingers back inside, pushing his seed inside you.
"Fuck," he murmurs. "Baby, please, let us watch over this together."
Do not copy, steal, modify, use for ai, translate, etc.
Relogs and like are appreciated.
haiii i love ur series with the bonten trio!! I was asking if you could do a, d and i for ran haitani please 🙏
ɞ ⊹ ࣪ a/n : wahh ty ty! i'd be glad to <3
[ a ] : aftercare - what is he like after sex?
ran's aftercare is pretty minimal and casual, in most cases. he's not the type to hold you during a long, emotional cuddle session. once he's done, he'll pour himself a drink or check his phone while you're still catching your breath. he's not cold about it— he'll make sure you're physically okay and clean you up or offer you water— but it's more out of politeness and habit than genuine care. if he's really into you, he can be surprisingly attentive in the moment. he might order you food or run you a bath, but even then, it's over quickly as he gets restless to find a reason to shift the mood back to something light and fun.
[ d ] : dark content - does he partake in anything that would be considered dc?
he does occasionally dip into some darker kinks, but it's mostly psychological rather than outright sadistic or violent. his biggest overlap is through manipulation and corruption. he loves using his charm to slowly break someone down— gaslighting them in subtle ways, making them question their own limits, or pushing them into things they didn't think they'd enjoy. dubcon is definitely on the table with him, especially when he's in full daddy dom mode. he's very good at making you feel like you're the one who wanted it, even when he's the one steering everything.
[ i ] : intensity - how intense is the sex? what’s his pace like?
answered here!
*taps mic* hey guys the nsfw alphabet event ended a few days ago and i've been pretty lenient about doing the late ones but i fr won't accept anymore after today! that is all <3
i absolutely love your sanzu, he is not written as the crackhead who harasses reader like in other fics. your sanzu is so complex, i would love to hear your opinion and thoughts on his character (in the bonten timeline)
.. ☆ a/n : i'm sorry i turned this into a Thing but as you can see, i have a lot of thoughts about him,, i feel like sanzu is such a deeply misunderstood character. people are so quick to dismiss him as this one dimensional psychopath and it really irks me bc he has SO much potential for a more complex read ( •̀⤙•́ )
bonten! sanzu, who is genuinely, dangerously unpredictable— in mood, in method, in how far he'll go on any given night— and yet is anchored by the single most predictable thing about him: his devotion to manjiro. trace the line back far enough and it ends at the same place it started: a broken boy in shinjuku who looked up at person who'd just scarred him and didn't see cruelty, but instead, certainty. the kind of ruthless, unflinching resolve he'd never once been given at home. and he wanted to belong to it.
bonten! sanzu, who wears those scars like a wedding band. people assume he resents them, but that couldn't be further from the truth. they don't understand that the scars are proof of his loyalty— the moment manjiro marked him was the moment he stopped belonging to the akashi family and started belonging to something bigger. something he got to choose. he dropped the surname later, but the scars did it first.
bonten! sanzu, who raised his little sister before he ever got to be a child himself. takeomi handed him senju, and then punished him for every failure in her upbringing. haruchiyo learned early that love and responsibility and punishment all live in the same house. is it any wonder he grew up unable to tell devotion apart from self-destruction? that he found a boy with a blade and absolute conviction and thought, finally— someone worth being ruined for?
bonten! sanzu, who is not stupid, and it costs people everything to figure that out. he's bonten's number two; he manages trafficking routes across asia and extracts information for a living. he's so much more perceptive than anyone ever gives him credit for. the mania is real, but so is the mind behind it, and he learned a long time ago that people confess more to a madman than they ever would to a professional.
bonten! sanzu, who self-medicates, and i do mean medicates. he turned to the pills the way someone turns to a tourniquet— not because it heals, but because it's the only thing keeping them from bleeding out. people write his drug abuse off like a personality quirk. but look at the life: orphaned at ten, raised by a brother's fists, scarred by his own salvation. what reads as recklessness is really just a man treating a wound nobody ever offered to stitch.
bonten! sanzu, who can go from hysterical laughter to dead silence in the space of a single breath, and the silence is the dangerous one. people get this backwards; they flinch at the mania, the laughing, the sheer volume of him, when the noise is the safest he ever gets. it's the quiet you should run from: when the sound cuts out and his eyes empty of the joke. that's not a mood swing— that's a verdict.
bonten! sanzu, who loves the way a man bleeding out reaches for a lifeline— crushing and desperate, smearing everything he touches red. "if i can't have you, no one can" sounds like a threat until you understand it's just another scar. that everything he had was pried out of his hands, and that nobody ever taught him the difference between holding and hemorrhaging. love has only ever gripped him hard enough to hurt. anything softer wouldn't feel real.
bonten! sanzu, who would die for manjiro without a second's hesitation, and this is exactly where people get him wrong. they call it blind loyalty, as if he hasn't spent decades with his eyes wide open. he sees what manjiro has become. he watched the darkness swallow his best friend one inch at a time, and made the choice to walk into it beside him. that's not a dog trailing its master. that's a man who's answered the question of what his life is for, and has never once needed to ask it again.
katsuki and his mother hen tendencies on the low. he hand-feeds you fruit he cuts up himself, grumbling something about how he's "gotta get some fuckin' nutrients in you somehow," and he wipes your makeup off at the end of the day while you sit there scrolling on your phone because otherwise "you're gonna pass out like a dumbass and wake up bitchin' about your skin breakin' out," and he applies sunscreen for you in the mornings while you stand there and let him, muttering under his breath about how "you've got the survival instincts of a fuckin' rock—uv damage isn't a joke." he always acts like you're a handful for making him take care of you but as soon as you try to do anything yourself, he low key gets sulky that you don't need him
Helluuu this ask is re the nsfw alphabet event! Can I request Nanami Kento, and um... so hard to choose only 3... but K, I and V! 👀🔥
ɞ ⊹ ࣪ a/n : omg nanamin 🥹 he's such a lover boy at heart i can't
[ k ] : kinks - what’s a kink or two of his?
kento's biggest kinks are body worship and breeding <3 he's an incredibly attentive lover and takes his time when he's with you, kissing and touching every inch of your body while praising how beautiful you are. it's slow and unhurried and deeply, deeply intimate. breeding hits different for him, though. even if you're not actively trying to get pregnant, the idea of filling you up and watching his cum leak out afterward lowkey makes him a little light-headed.
[ i ] : intensity - how intense is the sex? what’s his pace like?
sex with kento is intense in a very controlled, focused way. when he has the time, he likes slow, deep strokes that let you feel every inch of him. he maintains eye contact the entire time, drinking in every little reaction you give him. his pace is steady and rhythmic, almost methodical, but it builds this heavy, overwhelming pressure that leaves you shaking. usually, he's not pounding into you unless he's worked up or on a time crunch. then, he's quick to switch up, bending you over his desk and fucking you hard and fast until you're both satisfied. he doesn't lose control often, but when he does, it's because he's been holding back for too long.
[ v ] : volume - how loud is he? what pet names does he call you during sex?
he's not too vocal during sex. he's naturally quiet, so most of the time, you'll only hear his labored breathing, the occasional low groan, and the sound of skin meeting skin. he's not the type to moan loudly or talk nonstop. instead, he's more focused on staying present. that said, he does get noticeably more talkative the closer he gets to his orgasm. things like “that's it, just like that” or “you feel so good” start slipping out more frequently. as for pet names, he tends to use the soft, classic ones: “darling,” “love,” and “sweetheart” are his go-tos. every now and then he'll reward you with a “good girl” when he's really pleased with you.
[ f ] : film - has he ever filmed himself having sex? does he send nudes?
oh, he's definitely filmed himself having sex. he's an exhibitionist at heart and loves the idea of capturing moments where he looks good and his partner looks ruined. he'll pull his phone out casually during sex, acting like it's no big deal while he films the way he's fucking you. he keeps a private collection and gets off on rewatching it later. he's also been known to send short clips of them to his partners as “motivation” or to remind them what they're missing. as for nudes, he sends them consistently. pretty dick pics from luxurious hotel bathrooms, videos of him stroking himself while talking dirty. he knows exactly how to pose and what angles make him look good. he'll send them at random times just to fluster you, especially if he knows you're busy or in public.
[ k ] : kinks - what’s a kink or two of his?
i'm a strong believer that he has a huge kink for corruption. he gets hard at the thought of being someone's first— whether it's their first time having six or their first time trying some filthy. he loves the idea of teaching you things you've never done before and watching you get addicted to it. he'll talk you through everything in that condescending voice, praising you one second and teasing you the next while he breaks you in. i feel like his daddy kink goes hand in hand with that. he loves when you call him daddy, especially when you're already a babbling, fucked-out mess. he'll lean into the dumbification, talking down to you and calling you his poor little baby. he gets this smug, satisfied look on his face every time you start slurring your words or forgetting how to speak properly.
[ m ] : motivation - what gets him going? what turns him on?
ran gets turned on by the thrill of the chase. he finds it boring when someone gives in too easily. he loves when you make him work for it a little, when you're a bit of a challenge, because once he finally has you, the satisfaction is that much sweeter. miniskirts are a weakness too. he likes the easy access and how he can just flip them up and take what he wants. lipstick stains on his skin (chest, neck, etc.) or his cock also do it for him; he thinks it's hot when you leave your mark on him.
#!CC: power play, o.sex (receiving), implications of demonic entities
NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet
The sound of dishes smashing against the floors was deafening as it carried throughout the manor. The splintering shatter of an expensive set caused the three three other house aids to grimace. In the upper room of Ciel Phantomhive, his eyes closed and he sighed, for regret was starting to cloud his mind in hiring you— the new maid. The help to what he’d already deemed, ‘A full house.’
Sebastian bowed gracefully, his head cocked slightly as he smiled.
“I will see to it that the mess will be cleaned young master.”
“Make sure that you do. I have very little patience left.” Phantomhive waved off. Sebastian then walked out shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He pulled at his pristine gloves as he walked down the hallways, a devilish grin splitting his face.
When he’d arrived at the kitchen door he’d picked up on quips of complaints from you and Mei-Ren.
“I’m going to be done for sure this time...” You whined, brushing glass pieces onto a dustpan.
“I’m sure you won’t. The young master is lenient. During my recent years I was such a klutz and Sebastian had to—”
The butler opened the door and the conversation halted with unease in the air. Mei-Ren stood nervously and you kept your head low as your fingers trembled to pick up the rest of the glass. The heat of eyes boring into the side of your head didn’t go unnoticed as they clinked softly together in the pile.
“You may go. I shall handle this.” Sebastian’s velvety voice remained low, his eyes glued on your crouched form. Mei-Ren gave a reassuring glance towards you and bowed quickly. After the haste retreating footsteps, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of tinkling glass shards.
“Stand please,” Sebastian hummed, his red eyes trailing your straned movements; your chest rose and fell slightly and he could hear the quickening tapping of your beating heart. Your eyes looked everywhere but at him, which he found a bit rude but another lesson to be made at a later date.
You clasped your hands in front of your body, ready to endure whatever verbal penalty was sure to be made. This wasn’t your first offense.
Countless of glassware had been destroyed by your hand, not to mention the mistakes you’ve made since you were hired by the young master. From nearly burning down the manor due to attempted meals, to using the wrong chemicals in the garden. All resulting in Sebastian’s stern dispraises. Phantomhive pegged you to be just as bad as his other servants put together.
Sebastian began to snake towards you, his movements precise and elegant. With ease, he’s stepped through the shards of remaining glass, not even trailing it behind him. As he got closer, you subconsciously shrunk back until you hit the far wall with a small gasp.
Sabastian brought his hand to his mouth, swiftly biting the fingertip of his glove and pulling it off, all the while his gaze never left yours. Leaving the glove on his left hand, he pressed both palms against the wall on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. He picked out the accelerated beating in your chest as his face lowered towards yours.
Sebastian was never going to admit this to any mortal, but he a part of him was looking forward to another slip up from you. Ever since the young lord hired you, your entire essence intrigued him. On more accounts than one, the need for self restraint became nearly intangible whenever you were around. He knew humans were creatures who could not reject temptation. Never had he thought he’d be acting just like them.
His eyes held a dark glint in them as his lips stretched into a grin.
“That set was a favorite of the young lord,”
“I’m sorry! I slipped and I really tried to catch my fall, but I only ended up making things worse.”
“Yes, the ordeal is quite unfortunate,” He continued. “The entire glass set was a precious family heirloom.” The demon lied, which was proven to be effective given the horror stricken look on your face. You were on the verge of tears and your lips parted to let out a soft sigh.
Sebastian brought a finger under your chin, pulling your head up in his direction. For the first time, you were made to look into his piercing eyes and you gulped.
“I’m sure I can come up with a reason for the destruction of the valuables.” His eyes shone mischievously and a second later, it hit you. And he knew that you were not going to reject the offer. In return, his knee slid upwards, dragging out a gasp from you at the sudden movement and the friction against your core. He smirked and lowered his sight to the rise and fall of your chest, zeroing in on your breasts.
“Lift your uniform and turn around.” His order was low and straight to the point, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped back, allowing you to do so and once you were facing the wall, your cheeks heated up in how vulnerable you were now before the butler. A second or so later, you felt cool air hitting your heat and you whimpered, turning your head slightly. You then felt strong hands taking hold on your hips, gripping them in a way that sent dull pain throughout your legs.
“Face the wall.”
Sebastian moved closer, licking his lips at the scent of your femininity. It was different and he was intrigued. His finger hooked through the side of your panties, pulling them taut and exposing your glistening lower lips. He leaned forward, giving you a quick and experimental lick, causing you to release a not-so-quiet cry.
“I would strongly suggest keeping your voice down, yes? We wouldn’t want an audience.” He chuckled before returning his mouth to your pussy. You quickly clenched your uniform dress in one hand as the other covered your mouth, muffling your moans in your gloved hand.
His tongue flattened against you, teasing your clit before trailing back until it disappeared inside of you, writhing and thrusting against your gummy walls. Your body was growing flush as he worked his mouth against you, drawing more and more of your slick.
Sebastian’s movements started off as sensual and graceful, much like his surface personality. But each second his senses spent engulfed in your heat ignited something primal in him. His refined technique was abandoned and replaced with one less coordinated but more enthusiastic nonetheless.
Subconsciously, his fingers dug deeper into your hips releasing more added pleasure than pain. Obscene wet noises arose, synchronizing with your low moans. A hand left your hip to push past your folds and curled upwards, effectively sending a shock through your body resulting in a cry this time.
Sebastian hummed, taking the action into memory and his ministrations seemingly went lazy. At this point, it wouldn’t take much more for you to come and he knew this, doing it again.
His face pushed deeper against you, his tongue nudging your clit and at the same time curling his finger and this is what sent you over the edge.
The noise that escaped wasn’t suppressed behind your palm this time. Your thighs quivered as you calmed down, whimpering as the butler gave you a final few laps before standing. Now more than before, you wanted to feel him, see him, touch him as he ravaged you with what he had to offer.
Turning around slightly, you caught a glimpse of darkness, the air around you suddenly cold. Murkiness surrounded you, as you only caught a flash of his twisted face in a snarl—a stark contrast to his typical refined features. A shiver ran down your spine, his grip returning but tighter than the last.
“You still refuse to listen.” His breath was ticking your ear, tone menacing but the same velvet that compelled your limbs to relax.
Before you could come up with some half thought out apology, he sheathed his dick into you, grunting softly when he was flush against your ass. Not knowing when he had the time to release himself, you keened at the sudden intrusion as you shifted and tightened around him.
He sighed, strumming his fingers on your hips before pulling out and pushing into you firmly. His movements formed a rhythm as you were rocked against the wall. By now, your hand had fallen from your mouth and was instead placed on the surface in front of you. Movements increasing in speed as well as forcefulness, moans poured from you, wafting through the kitchen and you could only hope that’s where they’ll remain.
Sebastian grunted before yanking your hands behind you, wrists gripped under his one hand with precision at the small of your back. He’s reverted to fucking you with reckless abandon, his own breathing just barely ragged.
You, however were a mess, your vision blurred with wetness, voice producing a low mantra of the butler’s name as a desired pressure began to build up within you. Over and over, his thrusts hit that sweet spot within you that pushed you closer and closer to that moment of bliss.
“What do you think of this lesson?” It was a strange question, at the even most strangest time. It barely processed in your ears and you’re only half inclined to answer in the state you’re in. However, his hand reaches to tilt your head back, face ethereally perfect as golden pools stare into your soul.
“Hnn..?” You couldn’t think, much less articulate any response he was looking but that was alright. He just wanted to drink in the gloss in your eyes as your mouth moves, no words escaping. Your cunt pulsated around him, each stroke drawing more and more of your essence from your body. Perhaps, he thought, it would be wrong to indulge in a bit of the human soul. Not when you were so vulnerable and pliant under his mere gaze. You didn’t see him now. You didn’t see what he’d become again, as the only thing you that surrounded you was the grip of the cold and your cunt being stretched out.
Only when he released you with a low chuckle did the static disipitate and the pressure snaps, his hand quick to hold your cries.
Delicious aftershocks took hold of you, controlling your convulsions as you clenched repeatedly around Sebastian’s cock. You couldn’t see the subtle twist of his features as he approached euphoria as well, his grip icy as he held you against the wall. Following suit soon after, his hot come spilled into you in copious amounts, filling you until it trickled down your thighs.
He pulled out and your legs buckled slightly beneath you before he chuckled and you were spun around.
“Hey now,”
Sebastian was altogether neat. His uniform remained as immaculate as they were when he walked in, white gloves on and pristine. His face retained its usual fair skinned complexion, void of sweat or any indication of vigorous activity.
Meanwhile, you knew you looked a complete mess if it wasn’t obvious. Sebastian cocked his head and smiled warmly, a bright expression that contrasted the devil in his eye.
“Despite how pleasurable this lesson has been, I implore you to exercise caution and heighten your awareness. The young master would not appreciate any more recklessness from you and neither will I.” As he spoke his teeth gleamed only adding to the weight of his words engraved in your mind.
Still you straightened, your hands clasping tightly over your uniform as you nodded curtly.
“Yes Sebastian!”
After that encounter in the kitchen, your mistakes and slip-ups had been reduced to very little occurrences to absolutely none.
“See I knew you’d get the hang of things!” Mei-Ren beamed.
“Maybe I’ll let you cook something small again. Seeing how much you improved and all.” Baldroy had praised, fanning a smoking pot.
Each of the house aids were ultimately pleased you were doing better than you had been before.
Even Phantomhive seemed content, but not at all surprised knowing Sebastian had a hand in it. The butler was delighted as well, rewarding your improvements with favorable pleasures every now and again.
He still needed to teach you a lesson about listening after all.
DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content— current or archival.
[ a ] : aftercare - what is he like after sex?
after sex, sanzu loses his manic energy. for once, he's genuinely at peace. he gets quiet and soft in a way that feels almost unnatural for him? the giggling, the rambling, the chaotic energy he always vibrates with all drains out and he becomes this calmer, gentler version of himself. he'll pull you close without saying much, bury his face into your neck, and just breathe in the scent of you. sometimes he'll mumble little things like “stay right here” or “don’t go yet” in this low, tired voice, almost like he's afraid the peace will disappear the second you move. it's one of the rare times he lets himself be vulnerable without the usual theatrics.
[ d ] : dark content - does he partake in anything that would be considered dc?
very much so. he's a sadistic masochist with heavy yandere tendencies, so a lot of his kinks lean into dangerous territory. dubcon and cnc are big for him because he loves fear play. weapon play, as well, knives and guns are totally on the table. he'll press a blade to your throat or make you suck on the barrel of his gun while he fucks you, getting off on the way your eyes pop open, pupils blowing wide as dread and arousal war inside you. he's also not above nonconsensual voyeurism or recording you without permission (he's done both). stalking, breaking into your place, and fucking you while you're half-asleep and disoriented are all things he's capable of when he's deep in one of his obsessions. branding is another one he's into— whether it's temporary (biting, hickeys, carving his initials with a knife) or more permanent like a tattoo. basically, if it's risky, violent, or crosses a line most people wouldn't, it's fair game.
[ s ] : sharing - is he open to threesomes? how does he feel about sharing?
sanzu's feelings about sharing completely depend on the situation. if it's just a casual fuck, a one night stand with a chick he meets at a club, he doesn't really mind. he's been roped into plenty of threesomes (sometimes foursomes) with ran and rindou before, usually when they're all high or bored and looking for a good time. in those moments, he's down for whatever as long as everyone's having fun. but if it's someone he's actually fixated on? absolutely not. the second he starts getting obsessed, the yandere side comes out hard. he becomes extremely territorial and the idea of anyone else touching you makes him want to go on a killing spree. the only person he would even consider sharing you with is manjiro. even then, it's rare and only happens under very specific circumstances.
hold uppp that mitsuya fic sounds extremely familiar but i don’t remember the title, or whose the writer unfortunately 😭😭 anyway, do you have recs of tokyo rev writers who are still active/are active by chance? 🥹
i'm also going to drop some writers who have written for tr in the past (not sure if they're currently posting content) because they have some gems that are definitely worth reading!
hi!! i know this might be weird but i have been trying to find a mitsuya fic from years ago and i thought it would be a good idea to ask you since you have a lot of followers who are tokrev fans and u are basically the tokrev it girl creator now (for me at least😙😙 love u queen)
i don’t remember much, but they met at a bar. i think the reader was talking about her horrible sex life, and at first she thought mitsuya wanted to hook up with her. but instead, he said something like, “I like getting people to open up to me first.” (Or maybe it was “people usually open up to me first.” idon’t remember the exact wording.)
then they just kept talking, and she ended up opening up to him about a lot of personal stuff. at the end of the fic, she asked him something about his sex life, and he repeated that same line, something like, “they usually open up to me before doing it.”
I KNOW this sounds really weird 😭 but that’s all I remember, and I swear it was so good. does anyone know which Mitsuya x Reader fic this is? PLEASE help me find it! :333
unfortunately, this doesn't ring a bell for me 😔 if anyone is familiar with this fic, please drop a link!
