⚠️ warning: unprotected sex, smut, crack, getting caught.MINORS, DNI.
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“a-ah… shin-chan!” you were bounced on top of shinichiro as he sat down on one of the benches in his motor bike shop. the blinds and the shop was closed. shinichiro’s face is the only thing that you could see— along with his warm breathing and his cock.
a year ago, you were hired as a cashier in his bike shop. shortly later, shinichiro took notice of your beauty. he began to make moves on you and of course, you agreed to go out with him.
sex inside the shop after the business hours were frequent for the both of you. you were at it like rabbits— often times fucking behind the cashier, at the back of his shop, inside the stockroom, and sometimes, on one of the motorbikes. this time, you both fucked on one of the benches inside the shop.
“y-y/n-chan, i-i’m going to—“ shinichiro pulled out and spilled his seed on your cunt, brushing the top of his dick on your clit as you gripped on his shoulders.
you both were making out as he was riding his orgasm. shinichiro’s head was buried on the crook of your neck. until both of you heard a loud scream.
the scream alarmed both of you. the heated moment was so intense that not even shinichiro noticed that there were punks who tried breaking in the bike shop. he immediately pushed you, wrapping your body with one his jackets as he got up and dressed himself up.
“w-we’re sorry!” the boys immediately ran away from the store. surely, he recognized one of them being keisuke baji, one of mikey’s friends.
while you were blushing, shinichiro was laughing his ass off as he watched them run away from the shop. he thought that their reaction was hilarious.
“you knew them?” you asked.
shinichiro nodded, “i think they’re my brother’s friends.”
the following week, mikey invited his friends to his house for his birthday. kazutora and baji’s jaw dropped as they saw shinichiro. they couldn’t erase what they just saw that night.
“shinichiro, about the other night—“ baji was about to bring it up when his mouth was covered by the older man.
“don’t.”
“but—“
“just… don’t.”
meanwhile, the confused mikey was looking at them— but either way, he felt happy with the new bike that he received.
my hot takes on people’s kinks based off their tokyo revenger crushes. these are mostly based off headcanons I read and my own assumptions. this list contains a variety of both sub and dom oriented kinks. bonten and first gen black dragons will appear in part 2!
(a/n: i was listening to this song then suddenly… hsjksskksks… pota ka hanma kasalanan mo to)
⚠️ warnings: sexual inuendos (car sex), mentions of alcohol, car sex, i included filipino lyrics (i provided translations tho) also, all the characters are 18+ here. also, i do not proofread. MINORS, DNI.
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it was one of those chill nights. exams just ended and you were invited by one of your friends to have a drinking session with them, along with some karaoke. seems like they invited their other friends too— most of them were dudes from gangs; and you didn’t even know how they became associated with these people.
one of his friends appear to be eyeing on you the whole time— shuji hanma, the notorious gangbanger around your city. you even wondered; how did your jolly-slash-outgoing friend became friends with someone like him? but who cares about what he does; he looks so good tonight— especially in his tight jeans and white shirt. his tall and skinny yet toned figure makes everything look good on him.
you could see him devouring you with his stare— perhaps, undressing you with his eyes and wondering how you look underneath him. you would be down to whatever he wants— but it would be fun to play with his game a bit longer.
“fuck, fuckin’ sa ‘king bmw sedan,
ang hiling ‘di malagot
na masilip sa loob,
sa loob ng aking bmw sedan (dan)…”
(fuck, fuckin’ in my bmw sedan,
my only wish
is to not get caught
inside my bmw sedan)
the song was blaring around the room while some of his friends hyped him as he sang. meanwhile, you were calmly sitting at the corner of the couch. you didn’t know if it was the influence of the alcohol, but something in you made you grab the microphone that nobody was using. you sang the next verse— which caused everyone to gaze at your direction.
“kahit anong puwesto,
kung sa’n ka kuntento,
yung titig ko diretso lang sa ‘yo
habang binabayo…”
(whatever the position is,
whatever makes you feel contented,
as long as i can stare at your eyes
while i’m getting pounded)
hanma smirked upon hearing your voice. damn, the meaning of the lyrics made it hotter too. his friends playfully raised their eyebrows at him and some of them shrieked teasingly at you both.
“puwedeng magtake it slow,
basta walang hihinto,
yung pawis hayaan mo lang tumulo,
lookin’ like a porn”
(we can take it slow
as long as we don’t stop
let the sweat drip
lookin’ like a porn)
both of you finished the whole song. everyone noticed the sexual tension between you both but they kept silent. few minutes after, hanma stood up from the couch. he tells his friends, “i’ll have to go for a while guys, just wanna chill and smoke outside.”
no one noticed how he glanced on your direction— but you caught a glimpse of it— the glint of mischief in his slanted and seductive eyes. and so, you followed along just few seconds after he left. your friends didn’t seem to notice that both of you were gone because they were having some good time themselves.
perhaps, none of them knew that both of you were gone for the rest of the night— remaking the scene inside his car; your makeup on mess and your legs on his shoulder, as he continuously rearranged your guts, making you see stars for the whole time.
(a/n: i was listening to this song then suddenly… hsjksskksks… pota ka hanma kasalanan mo to)
⚠️ warnings: sexual inuendos (car sex), mentions of alcohol, car sex, i included filipino lyrics (i provided translations tho) also, all the characters are 18+ here. also, i do not proofread. MINORS, DNI.
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it was one of those chill nights. exams just ended and you were invited by one of your friends to have a drinking session with them, along with some karaoke. seems like they invited their other friends too— most of them were dudes from gangs; and you didn’t even know how they became associated with these people.
one of his friends appear to be eyeing on you the whole time— shuji hanma, the notorious gangbanger around your city. you even wondered; how did your jolly-slash-outgoing friend became friends with someone like him? but who cares about what he does; he looks so good tonight— especially in his tight jeans and white shirt. his tall and skinny yet toned figure makes everything look good on him.
you could see him devouring you with his stare— perhaps, undressing you with his eyes and wondering how you look underneath him. you would be down to whatever he wants— but it would be fun to play with his game a bit longer.
“fuck, fuckin’ sa ‘king bmw sedan,
ang hiling ‘di malagot
na masilip sa loob,
sa loob ng aking bmw sedan (dan)…”
(fuck, fuckin’ in my bmw sedan,
my only wish
is to not get caught
inside my bmw sedan)
the song was blaring around the room while some of his friends hyped him as he sang. meanwhile, you were calmly sitting at the corner of the couch. you didn’t know if it was the influence of the alcohol, but something in you made you grab the microphone that nobody was using. you sang the next verse— which caused everyone to gaze at your direction.
“kahit anong puwesto,
kung sa’n ka kuntento,
yung titig ko diretso lang sa ‘yo
habang binabayo…”
(whatever the position is,
whatever makes you feel contented,
as long as i can stare at your eyes
while i’m getting pounded)
hanma smirked upon hearing your voice. damn, the meaning of the lyrics made it hotter too. his friends playfully raised their eyebrows at him and some of them shrieked teasingly at you both.
“puwedeng magtake it slow,
basta walang hihinto,
yung pawis hayaan mo lang tumulo,
lookin’ like a porn”
(we can take it slow
as long as we don’t stop
let the sweat drip
lookin’ like a porn)
both of you finished the whole song. everyone noticed the sexual tension between you both but they kept silent. few minutes after, hanma stood up from the couch. he tells his friends, “i’ll have to go for a while guys, just wanna chill and smoke outside.”
no one noticed how he glanced on your direction— but you caught a glimpse of it— the glint of mischief in his slanted and seductive eyes. and so, you followed along just few seconds after he left. your friends didn’t seem to notice that both of you were gone because they were having some good time themselves.
perhaps, none of them knew that both of you were gone for the rest of the night— remaking the scene inside his car; your makeup on mess and your legs on his shoulder, as he continuously rearranged your guts, making you see stars for the whole time.
I love how gay people do it too. Just… really? You’re literally saying the same shit to bisexuals that straight people say to you, and you don’t see the hypocrisy?
Why is this a thing like really? Homosextual people of ALL beings should understand that you like what you like and if the answer multiple choice then that’s just more love to go around non?
BY REBLOGGING THIS YOU ARE SAYING THAT YOUR BLOG IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTING OF BI FOLKS!!! BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY AND IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME
BI PEOPLE ARE VALID AND AMAZING AND DO NOT DESERVE ANY OF THIS HATE
BI PEOPLE ARE NOT LYING CHEATERS, THEY ARE NOT LOOKING FOR ATTENTION, THEY ARE NOT SELFISH.
THEY ARE JUST LOOKING FOR RECOGNITION AND VALIDATION
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
# CW — schmut, semi public sex, groupie shit, using men for money n fame so true bestie, tw for drugs in sanzus
# NOTE — ,, band au been in my head for sooo long
# BAJI KEISUKE
“keisuke,” your eyes are trained on the mirror above you, the sight of his back rippling and his biceps bulging— it’s enough to drive you over the edge. gushing all over his fat cock, staining the cheap sheets of the motel he’d pulled into. baji’s incredibly worked up after shows, and you are too. it’s hard having a bunch of aspiring groupies fawn over your god of a boyfriend, however, you’re just not having it. you worked hard to escape groupie status in his eyes, worked hard to earn your rightful place as his girlfriend.
his deft fingers rub your clit, “one more for me, babe,” he grunts, you arch into him, fingers tangling in his long hair and tugging at the roots. his loose ponytail comes undone, locks wet with sweat hanging over his face like a curtain, obscuring those pretty eyes from view. you brush it away, his eyes are priceless, always locked on wherever you stand in the crowd. feline and piercing straight through you. lucky is an understatement, there’s a million girls who would gladly kill to take your position.
# HANEMIYA KAZUTORA
the frontman of this band has caught your eye. you’ve heard a song or two before, but your friend dragged you to a concert. she’s busy making goo-goo eyes at the guitarist and his undercut. meanwhile, the honey-voiced, jewel-eyed singer is sticking out like a sore thumb to you. he’s so pretty it’s almost inhuman. there’s a cluster of girls and boys alike who rush to his side when the show is ended and most of the crowd dissolves. he seems disinterested, wild eyes instead locking with yours, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
“fuck…” how he managed to escape the grips of his groupies is unknown to you, but you’re not complaining; he’s good with his fingers, tongue and cock. “never seen ya before,” kazutora is his name you find out, only after he fucked a load of cum into your pussy on the couch in his dressing room.
“i don’t like your band.” you state plainly. he laughs and the two of you share a cigarette. you’ve got spunk and he likes it, leaves a cigarette with his number on it in your bag.
# MATSUNO CHIFUYU
“gotta be quick, alright, angel?” chifuyu fucks two fingers in and out of you, the same he runs up and down his guitar. his mic is hooked up to him, it’s off luckily, but you’d gotten needy seeing him play and dragged him to his dressing room. it’s locked. but everyone knows what’s going on in there. the needy whines and squelch of your cunt is a big giveaway. not that you care, the two of you are shameless, and if his manager wasn’t on his ass about being careful— chifuyu would take you in a public park.
“oh— ‘fuyu, so… so good!” you clutch at his shirt, and then his hair, ruining the strategic mess his stylist had so carefully brushed and teased. chifuyu pays it mo mind, thumbing your clit and kissing along your jaw to bring you to your orgasm. his teeth sink into your neck, your cunt clamps down on his digits, squirting a steady stream each time he thrusts his fingers in and out. he sucks them clean, kissing your cheek and rushes out towards backstage.
# HAITANI RAN
“hi, cutie,” ran catches you by the waist, you’ve been grinding down on his drunken bandmate for a good five minutes now and he’s gotten pretty sick of it. sanzu’s too fucking high to fuck a beauty like you tonight, so ran takes things into his own accord. of course, you’re quite starstruck, red lips forming an ‘o’ as you stare at the tall man who bends down to whisper in your ear. he wants to take you to his hotel room, and who’re you to deny?
much to your surprise, the elder haitani whips out at his phone and aims the camera at your bouncing tits then the place where the two of you connect. “go on, cutie,” he coos, free hand groping your hip as he drives his hips upwards a little. “make me cum.” he has a collection of videos, all different girls from all over the country. one from each show. all for his lonely times on the road. he adds you to the collection, and you tick him off your list.
# HAITANI RINDOU
the party after a show is your favourite thing. rindou is always pumped up, he takes you straight to the bathrooms of the vip section of the club booked out for only their band and special guests. then he bends you over the sink, tugs down your shredded denim shorts and gives your pussy a nice smack.
“greedy pussy ‘n it’s all for me.” he’s drunk on both tequila and your cunt, dropping to his knees and making you cum undone on his tongue before anything. only when you’re legs are shaking and your cunt is fluttering, clenching so desperately around thin air, does he let his belt clink to the floor. he sinks his cock into you slowly, a shuddered breath leaving his arousal soaked lips. the tip nestles deep, brushing your cervix and stretching you open deliciously.
“rin… rin— rin!” you chant his name relentlessly, hips backing into his and causing bruises to form on his sun kissed skin. he fucks you dumb, a squirting mess around his girth, and he pulls out to finish over your perky, little ass. cleans the cum with your pink panties like the gentleman he is, tosses them to the floor and snickers as you limp out ahead of him.
# SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu can’t hear a thing. only the sweet moans that are drawn from your pouty lips as he sucks on your clit. the ringing of his phone goes ignored, the multiple text messages from his manager and fellow members are a distant thought as you give him the best head of his life. the shit he bought last night must be laced, the two of you are beyond gone, sloppy and drooling and whining, grinding on each other like animals in heat.
you’re a bad influence on him. encouraging him to snort another line of coke, take another shot. after all no matter how much he messes up, sanzu’s still gonna go down in history. he’ll still have a paycheque by the end of the night. he can be diva, he can be difficult and still have a million record labels after his ass. so what does it matter that he’s late to a gig tonight? what does it matter that he shows up halfway through a set with you in tow, noses dusted off by powder and pupils dilated. the crowd still cheers as he stumbles onto stage, still cheer as he fumbles a lyric and strums the wrong chord.
# IMAUSHI WAKASA
lucky you. the brooding bassist has taken a liking to you, he likes that innocent glean in your eyes and the thin gold chain around your neck. there’s a gemstone charm hanging attached, it dips between the valley of your breasts and sticks to your sweaty skin. his droopy eyes look over you once, and he decides he wants you backstage in the fifteen minute intermission, he can’t wait till the end and so he sends out some poor, bumbling assistant to go and grab you from the bustling crowd.
in an instance you’re charmed by smooth talking and the way his fingers move along the fretboard of his bass, he’s stunning up close. strands of lilac plastered to his face with perspiration from all the jumping around he and his band mates do on stage. it doesn’t take long for wakasa to have your panties off, shirt hoisted up to show off your cute tits and the cheeky nipple piercing he’s so delighted to find. he’d shoved you into a store room, hammering into your cunt at a pace that has your entire body trembling. there’s staff rushing around outside in search of him, panicking a little at the prospect of getting into the next set late. that’s no problem though, he’ll be done with you in the next five minutes or so.
“see ya after the show, sweetheart.” a lazy smile is given as he walks back onto stage, your panties stuffed so obviously in his back pocket — a trade as he stuffed you so full of his cum.
# BENKEI / ARASHI KEIZO
benkei’s seen you frequent not only his shows, but a bunch of other bands' gigs too. along with that gaggle of scantily clad college girls who follow after you. groupies. you’re a groupie, a camera whore, you want to be featured in some shitty tabloid. five minutes of fame. benkei knows all this, and despite the obvious greed in your eyes stemming from your want of wealth and fame, he mistakes it for lust. so he leaves the club with you on his arm, takes you back to the tour bus and fucks your brains out.
might as well make being played worthwhile. benkei twists your flimsy body like a pretzel, a single big hand wrapping around both of your wrists as he drives his cock into your struggling cunt, wedging himself so deep the tip knocks against your cervix. you’re out of breath, drooling and panting, his teeth leave indents all over your perfect skin and you’re limping as you exit the next morning. you sure do get what you wanted. a handful of new followers, a little attention from lesser known bands and benkei hitting up your like after every gig in your city.
# SANO SHINICHIRO
shinichiro is easy and you use this to your advantage. it’s a known fact among any attention whore that frontman sano shinichiro is a total loser. he’s got the looks, dark hair and even darker eyes that compliment his olive skin, a pretty smile, perfect nose. but in comparison to the bassist and drummer, shinichiro isn't all that special. however, the media loves shinichiro, he’s the nations sweetheart, the golden boy, and how could you ever pass up such an opportunity?
so you blow the last of your cash on an array of dresses so tight they seem like a second skin, and concert tickets. he’s painfully obvious, unable to make eye contact with you and trying to still his breathing anytime you approach after a show. his eyes flit to your cleavage and then back up to your black rimmed eyes. you’re his type from head to toe. “gonna take me out ‘n post a pretty picture of me, aren’t you shin?” men are so easy once you give them a handjob or two, shinichiro nods his head eagerly. a squeeze to his balls and he promises to put a ring on your finger.
Nahoya who gets a necklace with your initials on it and has you get one with his too so you’re both matching, probably tugs in it when you fuck, or gives you love bites around your neck like a special personal chain from him hehe
he’d collar you :( gets a pretty dark red collar with NHY written on it in silver, littering your neck and collarbones with bruises. your neck is his favorite area, he jus keeps on mouthing and biting on it, sucking on that one spot that get your panties all damp and your pussy dripping. he loves it, youre just so weak and would do anything to satisfy him and he knows that, takes it to his advantage </3
nahoya x male reader( or female if ur more Comfortable with it)
Toxic nahoya where he manipulates the reader into never leaving him and completely make them dependent on them and thinks he is always right. the gang takes part in this and watches you when he is busy or not able to.
You realized too late that you were dragging yourself into a hell from which you could never escape. When you realized, you tried so hard to save yourself. You told Nahoya that you wanted to break up with him, but each time he told you that you would be nothing without him, that no one would love you better than him, and most importantly, that you had no one but him. He was right. But you wanted to accept this fact. After all, you were a man, and so you believed, at least a little, that you could take care of yourself. You could not persuade Nahoya to break up with him and left. You looked around vacantly in the house where you lived with him. Think about your memories. How much do you miss the old you. You even miss going out freely. You can go out again, don't get me wrong. But behind you, you feel the presence of a lot of people you know and don't know, and they are there. You feel in your soul that Nahoya has not left you even once. Those guys are just a small part of him.
❥Shinichiro and Wakasa watching cartoons with their kids.
❥A/N:Idk what happened with the Wakasa one. Does it show that @kallikrein turned me into a Wakasa simp? Also probably ooc? I'm still figuring the Handsome Zebra Man out
❥Warnings: AFAB reader, she/her pronouns
Shinichiro
It wasn't every weekend you were able to stay in bed until after 9:00, with your daughter always waking up at 8:00 and barging in your room, jumping and begging you and Shinichiro to wake up.
That morning, however, you woke up to the smell of your favorite breakfast coming from the kitchen and the sound of the voices of your husband and daughter.
"SHE WAS A FUSION?" Shinichiro exclaimed, surprised, "why didn't you tell me?" he tells his daughter, who looks as surprised as he is.
"I didn't know! Let's watch the next episode!"
He looked lovely, so invested in a children's show your daughter had recently gotten into.
You discreetly snapped a picture of the pair, Shinichiro with his hair all messy, chin resting on his daughter's head, who he was holding close to his chest as she sat between his legs, both wrapped in a big, fluffy blanket.
"Hi, beautiful" your husband greeted you, with the same lovely smile you had fallen in love with, "we made breakfast for you, why don't you bring it here and join us?" he turned to look at his daughter, "they can't just do that too Garnet!"
That same evening,the pair was singing from the top of their lungs every single song on the show.
Wakasa
You had just arrived home after a long day, to find your son and husband watching something on T.V., Wakasa sitting on the floor while he let his son mess with his hair, who was sitting on the couch.
"There's no way Suki would settle for Sokka," your son said, "she's too cool for him"
"Well... your dad's cooler than me," you said before Wakasa could say anything, "back when we were dating he was a really great fighter," you winked at your husband.
He rolled his eyes but couldn't contain the smile from appearing on his face.
"Really?" your son said with wide eyes.
"Mhmm"
"Why would dad fight?"
You looked at Wakasa, silently asking him whether or not telling him about his past but he was quick to nod.
"He was in a gang"
"That's so cool!"
"Hey, you're not allowed to be in one," Wakasa said pinching the boy's nose, him giggling in response.
"Your mom couldn't fight, but she was the best negotiating," Wakasa said, "and was surprisingly intimidating. And she was always there for me, scolding me while patching me up"
While the two of you kept reminiscing about the past, your son had redirected his attention to the paper, colored pencils and markers he had on the table in front of him.
"C'mon I bet they only got scared because you or Benkei were always with me"
"Guess we'll never know," Wakasa said with a shrug, turning to look at what his son was doing.
You tried to take a peek too,but the boy was quick to hide his work from the two of you.
"You can't see it yet!" He said.
You sat next to your husband on the floor and waited until your son proudly turned the piece of paper, showing his work of art.
It depicted you and Wakasa. Just not the usual way he would, but rather his new vision of the two of you. He had drawn Wakasa in what you recognized as a Kyoshi warrior outfit, only knowing it was him because of the hair and you as a water tribe member?
"Dad is like Suki! And mom is like Sokka!" He proudly said, pointing at each of the figures he had drawn.
You looked at Wakasa, who looked amused.
"You would make a great Kyoshi warrior, dear"
"Tsk, you don't deserve me"
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