Hear me out...Mikey from Tokyo Rev accidently calling reader mommy. Lowkey think all the characters have mommy and daddy issues😬
I agree!! I was reading the manga a while ago, and I was like, "Where the hell are their parents?" even though most of their parents are dead, left them, or just weren't that evolved.
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Manjiro “Mikey” Sano
You’re riding him slow, all teasing rhythm, hand pressed to his chest to keep him pinned while your curls brush his jaw. Mikey’s too gone to pretend it doesn’t kill him—the wet suck of your pussy every time you sink down, the way your thighs flex as you grind. His breath stutters, and when you lean in, palm on his cheek, whispering, “Can’t keep up, can you?” the word slips from him wrecked and low: “Mommy—fuck.” His eyes widen, instant regret, but you grin sharp.
“Oh, you like that?” His cheeks heat, cock jerking, and suddenly he’s gripping your ass, bucking up hard enough to slap skin. “Shut up,” he mutters, too embarrassed to hold eye contact, but it’s too late—you’re laughing, cooing “Mommy’s got you.” He whimpers at that, hips jerking into you. Panting, brows furrowing as he pulses inside you, already reaching his end. "M'gonna cum—ahh—don't stop."
“Such a needy boy,” you mock, pinching his jaw. He whines, thrusts sloppy, cock twitching. “Don’t stop—please, mommy, please,” he moans as he losses his rhythm, pounding messy, grinding into you like he can’t stop. You smirk, bounce harder until he’s sobbing into your chest, spilling while you keep grinding, milking him dry.
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A/N, I don't know how I feel about this... I stared at the ask for a bit, because I don't know if you all have noticed, but I don't do daddy or mommy kinks—they put me off, except for when certain writer's do it; it’s tasteful (to me). I hope y'all fw this—I ACTUALLY THINK IT'S PRETTY DECENT!
𝜗𝜚── 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍, Enjin genuinely loves your body entirely, he practically worships itー no doubt, but your thighs? They were his altar, his obsession, his undoing.
You used to carry a deep insecurity about them for years, hating the way they seemed to double in size whenever you'd sit down, or mourning the disappearance of the long-sought 'thigh gap' that you used to adore.
Yet, when Enjin stepped into the picture, that self-consciousness dissolved. He made you feel so utterly cherished and loved the way he praised the sculpted abundance of your thighs, his fixation so deep it bordered on reverence.
There was never a flicker of judgment nor disgust when his gaze drops to your lap. Only the deep sweet, serene of knowing they were fully exposed to his line of sight. Often followed by the slow, firm pressure of a massage given by his broad, calloused hand.
His mind consumed with the glorious fantasy of how warm and heavy they would feel clamped around his head, his hand buried deep between them, the pad of his thumb drawing lazy, sweet circles across your yielding flesh that make your stomach churn and cheeks burn.
To be clear, though, his devotion was for your body completely, a truth that runs deep from his soul. But the sight, the feel, the sheer presence of your thighs... was a sensory overload that shortened his rational thought.
I'm talking about thighs so plush, so chunky and inviting they feel like soft, yielding dough when cradled in the scoop of his big, rough palms. So richly contoured they possess a juiciness that genuinely makes his mouth water.
Indeed, there is no greater joy for the man than the thought of being fully silenced, his face sinfully engulfed and swallowed whole as you ride him without mercy or restraint, shamelessly pressing the air from his lungs while his mouth delves into and devours your slick, pretty pussy.
MITSUYA TAKASHI had always said he didn’t have a favorite color.
When his classmates argued about which shade was the prettiest–some said sky blue, others cherry red, and a few, emerald green–he barely listened. Someone even mentioned a hex code he couldn’t be bothered to remember. With a pencil between his fingers, he was sketching something no one else could see. “Colors don’t mean anything unless you give them purpose.” he used to believe.
But that was before you.
You showed up at the sewing club one afternoon wearing a lilac cardigan, the kind of soft purple shade that looked like it could melt into spring air. Mitsuya looked up from his work, halfway through hemming Smiley's jacket, and forgot what he was doing for an embarrassing second.
“Hey, 'kashi,” you greeted with that smile that always made his chest feel too small. Not to mention the nickname only you got to use. “Could you help me fix this? The button fell off.”
He nodded, took the cardigan, and set to work with quiet focus. You leaned on the table beside him, watching his hands move–steady, precise, looking angelic as ever. He had to admit it was a little pressuring, especially when someone good-looking was watching—definitely different from those times the principal came by for the yearly observation.
When he finished, he handed it back shyly, without looking at you as he packed up. “There. Good as new.”
You slipped it on again, smoothing the fabric. “You’re a lifesaver. I owe you one.”
He smiled, whispering a soft, ‘you’re welcome. But when you left, the faint scent of lavender lingered.
That night, he sat at his desk under the warm lamplight, flipping through his collection of fabric. Blues, greens, reds–all of them dull and lifeless. Then he found it: a scrap of pastel lilac he’d bought months ago and never thought of using.
It was soft to the touch. Comforting. Familiar. You.
The next day, when Draken asked in passing what color he wanted for a keychain (probably another one of Mikey and Takemichi’s stunts), this time Mitsuya didn’t even hesitate.
He smiled as if remembering a fond memory.
“Lilac.” he answered, as if it had always been his favorite.
Synopsis: ex!fratboy!ryomen sukuna doesn’t believe in endings — only intermissions. He doesn’t care who you see, who you touch, or who you swear you’ve moved on with!!
Author’s Note (A/N) : I lovelove loveee kunaaaa (｡・//ε//・｡)
ex!fratboy!sukuna who doesn’t care who you see him with. he doesn’t hide the lazy grin he wears when you catch him kissing another girl.
ex!fratboy!sukuna, who is always in the same class as you. It's not his fault; he threatened the teachers to make them give him your schedule! (个_个)
ex!fratboy!sukuna who never starts rumors.. but never corrects them either. he lets people talk because he knows which story will reach you. When you confront him, crying, he just shrugs, eyes dark with amusement, and says, “You believe everything you hear now, sweetheart?” like he isn’t enjoying every second of you yelling at him.
ex!fratboy!sukuna who treats your breakup like a pause in the relationship. he doesn’t block you. doesn’t unfollow. doesn’t change the nickname in his phone, even tho he fucks around with other girls!..
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ex!fratboy!sukuna who lets you see him with someone else, then texts you hours later like nothing happened—short, casual, dangerously familiar... which always ends up with him pounding you until you scream his name.. (>_<)
ex!fratboy!sukuna who corners you at a party, crowd loud enough to give you privacy anyway. his fingers trail downwards, and ghost over your cunt, and then... leaves you to squirm and try and get yourself off in the party house's bathroom!
ex!fratboy!sukuna who lets you leave… to your dorm, but then follows you to make sure you don't go home with another guy! hes the only one allowed to mess with other people! (´ ε ` )♡
bf! katsuki who plays with your hair while you’re trying to get ready in the morning. bf! katsuki who loves to tease you when you roll out of bed half asleep. bf! katsuki who loves to see the way you slowly wake up and start to get ready for the day by his side. bf! katsuki who makes you breakfast in bed on special occasions and just because. bf! katsuki who knows your coffee tastes by heart and always has one ready for you in the morning. bf! katsuki who helps you get ready in the morning if you’re running late that morning. he has breakfast ready, a warm coffee, and your lunch ready for you before you leave. bf! katsuki who helps you destress after a long day of schoolwork or work that day. bf! katsuki who knows you inside and out and loves you every moment of your day.
Aren’t we usually meant to be the clingy ones? Why is this man leeching onto me! (Atleast he’s cute..)
He likes to brag about his achievements, the typical type to act all mighty in public to keep his image. But in private?
Ohh that boy will NOT leave you alone. Every single time you need to go do something be prepared to face a whiny boy.
“Need anything?” You asked, keys and bag already in hand as you were about to leave the house to grab some groceries.
“Where are you goinggg..” He whined, the man who usually towered over you was currently slouching and leaning on your shoulder, clinging onto your arm like you were going to disappear.
“We need food ya know?”You used your free hand to tangle your fingers in his hair as he groaned.
“Let’s just order takeout baby.. please..” Purposely pouting at you with his chin on your shoulder.
“WE HAVE BEEN EATING TAKEOUT FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS.”
And that’s not all either..
He has a big ego, no surprise there. He acts all high and mighty thinking he’s nonchalant or aura-farming.
He’s not.
This is the exact same guy that gets flustered REALLY easily but ONLY when it comes from you. Yep. You heard that right.
When he calls you pet names and initiates physical touch it’s totally normal, but when you do it? Suddenly he’s a 16 year old boy who’s never felt the touch of a woman.
“SAY ITTT” He begged over the phone.
To answer your question, the reason why you guys were calling instead of cuddling (where he basically just clings onto you) was because he had to go to go overseas for a few days.
“I’M NOT SAYING ANYTHING.”
“I see.. I guess you HATE ME THEN.”
“WHAT?” You sighed in confusion.
“Nah. I see how it is.” Acting dramatic as usual, you could tell how disappointed he was with his tone.
“…”
“No! It’s fine I understand, I didn’t want to hear it anyway.”
“Okay fine.”
“NEVERMIND. LET’S HEAR IT.”
“Goodnight, I love you a lot okay? Rest well and I’ll see you tomorrow my love.”
“…”
“Babe…?”
“UM.” He face planted himself onto the pillow and started acting giddy, a wide grin on his face with his cheeks turning red.
“Ho are you alive?” You asked knowing damn well how he’s feeling.
“Well that was music to my ears..” He finally replied.
Idk why but somehow it got stuck in my head how Neji actually would react when fucking you raw the first time.
He never was a guy who felt the urge at first to feel you without a conform. He felt good when you felt good and content with him. So this handsome shinobi would not say anything else. But when you offered?
Somehow he was more whipped even when you could not see it behind his pale lavender eyes. The way they looked hungry down to the pretty pussy between your legs.
He always groaned when he costed himself in your syrupy shiny juices. You were always so wet for him. And he was patient and restrained enough as Hyuga to admire what laid in front of him. To worship it properly.
But when he was inside? His abdomen and abs flexed as he seemed to freeze for a moment. You looked up at him tilting your head.
You were so much warmer, he felt every little pulse and how greedy your walls sucked him in. How perfectly they molded to his shape. How you gasped when he pulled your thighs wider. „Fuck…“ was all he let out and usually he never cursed so easy.
Neji overall never was the gut witting up into you. Too focused on making you cum more than you could count. It letting you bounce on his cock because he enjoyed the view. But now? The first time raw? Gods he had you folded in half, newel snarling in your ear.
„This is how you feel?“ he asked not really meant as question when he was pounding you into oblivion. The obsence sound of skin against skin was heard in the room.
„God, you feel too good. So…hm warm.“ he let out before thrusting so deep you squealed. And he looked down at you as if you would be unreal. His Byakugan scribed just to see the points where he needs to hit so you would happen to gush out on him. So he fucking could cum and spill k side you when he felt how much you lost control for him…
Summary: You're a regular at the Mostro Lounge, and one of Jade's favorites. But when he's left high and dry, you decide to put your skills to the test to help out.
Pairing: Jade Leech X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluff Drabble
Word Count: 790
Warning: A bit OOC
Masterlist
It was such an odd time, but at 2:52 on the dot, the door to the Mostro Lounge would open and you would walk in like you owned the place. It was the same every single day, rain or shine. You would walk in, Jade would pretend to take your order as you ask to try something new with an absurd amount of confidence. He would smile and tell you to wait while he prepared something for you.
Day in and day out it was the same. When you had gone through everything on the menu, Jade began creating new dishes for you to sample. You tried everything from light snacks to heavy meals to new desserts. And you were never shy about your opinions. If you didn't like something, you'd push it away, throw some coins on the table, and leave. But if you loved it, you would talk his ear off about what you liked and demand he put it on the menu. You would push him to add it until he eventually relented. Sure, it annoyed Azul like crazy, but Jade never said no to you.
So when it was 2:52, and the bell above the door rang, Jade knew exactly who had just walked into the Loung. But he didn't say anything. At least, not like he usually did. Whenever you walked in, he would greet you with a smile and direct you to your usual table. But today, he was running around like a chicken with your head cut off. The Lounge was swamped, more so than usual. People filled every available space and it looked like he was the only one working. It seems Floyd decided to skip work today.
"What's happening here?" You asked when he moved past you.
"Busy day." Jade replied, his words clipped. "Lots of customers and no one working. Azul is sick and Floyd got detention."
"Why?"
"I don't know and I frankly don't care." He vaguely gestured towards your normal table. "You can have a seat over there. I'll be with you as soon as I can."
Your eyes softened when you saw the table. Even with the place filled to the brim, he still managed to keep your usual spot open and clean for you. You were touched by such a thoughtful gesture.
You sat there for a few minutes, watching as he raced about the cafe, filling orders and serving customers. You didn't understand why the staff decided to leave him hanging like this. It wasn't fair! You couldn't bear to watch him work himself to the bone like this.
So with your mind made up, you stood from your table, walked over to the one beside you, and said, "Hi, I'm Y/n, I'll be your waiter today. What can I get you?"
Without asking for permission, you began to lighten the load on Jade's shoulders. You waited on tables and served the customers. You even made a couple of drinks or snagged some of the freshly made pastries for those ordering dessert. Despite struggling a little in the beginning, you found yourself getting into the swing of things. Before too long, the crowd had thinned out and everyone had been served.
Jade found you sitting at your usual table, sipping on a cup of tea you had prepared for yourself. He took a seat across from you and narrowed his eyes at you. "Why did you do that?"
You looked at him like you had no idea what he was talking about. "Pardon?"
"Why did you help me?"
"Because you needed help." You shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But he narrowed his eyes even further. You shifted in your seat, before continuing. "I mean, you were doing the work of three people by yourself. You obviously needed some assistance. And it's not like I was doing anything just sitting here."
"You didn't have to do that."
"I didn't have to. I wanted to."
He sighed and shook his head. "I should have gotten you something while you waited."
"Don't start beating yourself up because of me." You lightly chided him, knowing he wasn't all that upset. If anything, he seemed impressed, which made you happy. "I didn't mind helping. I mean, I'm not looking to be a permanent addition to your establishment, but if you ever need an extra pair of hands, just let me know."
There's a brief moment of silence as he stares at you. And then he smiled, and you swore you could feel your heart flutter. "Thank you. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome." You mumbled as you tried to cover your blush. "Now, I want to try something new."
