real eaters. those who’s nose dig at your clit when they eat it. those who aren’t afraid of getting their face wet, proud of the shine that glistens on their chin. those obsessed with how red and puffy it gets when they slap it, strings of slick connecting you two as his hand pulls away. those who’d spend hours beneath you, and the others who can’t help but hump and grind against the edge the bed, craving more. eaters who moan as they eat, those who groan against it. those who take it slow, taking long laps, that get their tongue real dirty. eats who loves sucking on that beaten bud, no matter how sensitive it may be now. eaters, those truly in love with that pretty pussy.
synopsis: how he reacts when you ask the chat to watch him for you.
warnings: the haitanis are kinda short
note/s: i’m back on my writing shit… i think, anw, please enjoy these short drabbles while i force away the rust in my writing, glad to be back 🩷 (i also plan to write a wbk version of this so heads up for that one!)
mikey:
“can you babysit my boyfriend for me?” you say to your camera as you propped it up in front of your boyfriend who paused midchew.
“babysit?” mikey asked, mouth filled with dorayaki, his dark eyes looked like a confused puppy as he looked at you, who walked away without giving him a response.
mikey swallows the sweet treat before he stares back at the camera with a confused expression. he mentally counts the seconds being recorded, confusion still etched onto his face before he brushes away the blonde strands that were framing his face.
“wanna see a cool trick?” mikey asks no one in particular before he grins and picks up the phone and props it onto a higher place.
“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.
“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”
“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”
your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.
the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.
“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”
commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.
commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.
chifuyu:
“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.
“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.
“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.
“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.
after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”
“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.
“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.
“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”
you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.
“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”
the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.
commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED
commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!
rindou:
your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.
you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.
rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.
you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.
“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.
“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.
“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.
“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”
“excuse me?”
commenter: bro groans like a good boy
commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?
(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)
baji:
“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.
“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.
“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.
“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans
“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.
“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.
the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.
“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”
“he’s about to what?!”
commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites
commenter: 1/10. he scares me
kazutora:
“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.
he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.
“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.
“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”
kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.
“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”
“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.
“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”
“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”
commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute
commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts
sanzu:
“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.
“babe, what the hell?”
“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.
sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.
“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”
he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments
“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”
“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”
“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”
commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice
commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.
ran (bonus):
did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.
commenter: bro’s snoring
commenter: hes meditating guys
commenter: he’s died
note/s: if there is a tiktok trend u best believe i WILL write about it, i also hope u get the meme reference for ran.
You're either isekai or reincarnated into your fav fandom, and while you may be in your fav world...you can't escape yourself, hon-
Character: You stay positive. You always believe that everything is going to work out. How do you do it?
Y/n/Reader: Well, I'll tell you, my secret!... I lie to myself
Character*Is taken aback and looks nervous*...
Y/n/Reader: Every morning when I wake up,I say everything is going to be okay, but I'm lying...
Character*Smiles and tries to get up, only for you to hold them down and give them the most preoccupying unblinking shacking gaze with a strained hushed voice*....
Y/n/Reader: And I don't know how much longer I can do it...
Y/n/Reader*Puts the mask back on and smiles, leaving them* Have a swell night!
like, sure, you knew he was coming—your mom had said something casual about it over breakfast, that his family was dropping by in town, that they might stop by to say hi. but you weren’t expecting this
not the broad shoulders. not the sharp jawline that looks like it was carved out of some greek statue’s fever dream. not the way his t-shirt hangs off him like it’s been personally tailored to frame every muscle you didn’t know he had
and not the voice, either. deeper now, smooth and careless when he says your name like it hasn’t been years. like he wasn’t just some scrawny, quiet boy you’d chase down the street with popsicle-stained fingers and summer dirt on your knees
“hey” he says, like it’s nothing. like your whole body isn’t suddenly too warm for no reason
and you’re stuck staring, caught between nostalgia and something you probably shouldn’t be feeling, because holy shit—when did he get hot?
the worst part is he doesn’t seem to notice. he just blinks at you with those lazy eyes, like he’s still that kid you knew back then. like he doesn’t realize the way his bicep flexes when he pushes his hair back. like he doesn’t know how close he’s standing, how his cologne (god, since when does he wear cologne?) clings to you when he leans in to ask about your life, about school, about things that sound innocent enough until you notice the edge in his tone, the way he’s looking at your mouth for half a second too long
you’re answering on autopilot, pretending your pulse isn’t tripping over itself, pretending your thighs aren’t pressing together under the table because it’s him. your childhood friend. the boy who once dared you to eat three fireball candies at once. the boy who was just… yucky
but he’s not yucky anymore. not with that body. not with that voice. not with that face that grew into itself in all the right unfair ways
he’s oblivious. of course he is. he has no idea that your heartbeat’s doing gymnastics, that your face feels way too hot, that the kid who once tripped over his own shoelaces is now making you wonder what it would feel like to have his weight pressing into yours
OK SO i had this on my mind for a while now, but imagine when Tenjiku Rindou and Ran get arrested again along with the others, and Rindou's pretty girlfriend visits him regularly, talking about how much she misses him and the dates and gives him cute beads bracelets to remember her and stuff... And one day they get to bribe one or a few of the guards and he can finally make a mess of his girl again, only for one hour but at least it's something! Then when the visit ends, he comes back to the other members all scratched up and with hickeys on him, hai kinda messy a clear sign of what just happened with the two of them🤭
content warning. (18+), fem!reader, rindou is in jail, explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f rec), hickies, creampie, daddy kink, use of pet names (bae/babe, pretty girl, princess) and etc.
“I really do miss you, Rinnie.” Your angelic voice plays like a broken record in Rindou’s head as he laid on the small bed within his cell, staring at the bracelet you made for him that’s around his wrist. He didn’t care that it was pink; in fact, he found it quite comforting.
“Haitani, get up.” A guard said as they were unlocking his cell, “you’re coming with us.”
Rindou snapped out of his daydream and saw two guards standing outside of his cell. “For what exactly? You coming back for round two?” He chuckled and one of the guards muttered something under their breath. The guards in question had gotten into an altercation with Rindou a week prior, causing one to receive a black eye and the other a broken nose.
The guard opened the cell and walked in, not saying a word. They pulled out the handcuffs and Rindou hands remained on his side, refusing to be cooperative.
“Tell me what is this and I’ll think about if I want you to handcuff me or not.”
The guard patience was running thin. “Oh? Well, I guess you don’t want to spend some time with your girl then.”
Rindou’s eyes widen immediately, “what the fuck you mean by that?”
One guard shrugged his shoulders and the other one laughed. By this time, Rindou is livid at the fact they even brought up his girlfriend. Is this a joke? He’s really debating on if he should break their knees this time — he’s not in handcuffs or in any type of restraints so he could do it within seconds if he wanted to.
“Your girl…” one of the guards finally spoke, “..is here.”
Rindou wasn’t surprised to hear that you were there because you visited him regularly, but today wasn’t a visit day. Plus, it’s past midnight so what business would you have being there at a time like this?
Rindou is left puzzled and all he can do is just scratch his head. “I—, uh.. seriously?”
“I’m willing to risk my job and put aside our differences for her sake.” One of the guards said, “she’s a good gal and seems very genuine about her feelings.”
Rindou softly smiled, but then he sighed, “where is she now?”
Both of the guards looked at each other then back at Rindou, “put on the cuffs and we’ll take you to her..”
Rindou wasted no time putting his hands together and allowing them to handcuff him. He wanted to see more than anything so he’ll put up with the restraints if necessary. After they secured the cuffs, Rindou left his cell with one guard behind him and the other in front of him walking.
It was rather quiet. Rindou was wondering if Ran and the others were still up… well, he doesn’t know about the others, but he’s positive that Ran is sound asleep. Even whilst locked up he takes his sleep seriously.
Rindou chuckled at the thought of his brother and the guard behind him noticed. “Haitani,” They spoke, “this stays between us three, got it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Rindou was brought in front of a door. He’s never even seen this door or this side of the prison before. One of the guards unlocked the heavy door, opening it and revealing you inside of the room, seemingly waiting for something or someone.
You looked towards the door and a smile curled up on your pretty face. “Rinnnn!” You ran towards him with a cheery tone. “Thank you so much for bringing him!” You bowed to the guards with gratitude. The guards couldn’t help but feel a soft spot for you, they also bowed feeling as if that was the right thing to do.
Finally, one of the guards took the handcuffs off of Rindou, freeing his hands from the confinement. They then pushed Rindou inside of the room and you wasted no time wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and Rindou wrapped his arms around you as well. His large hands roaming your body until he squeezed the fat of your ass, causing you to squeal in his chest.
“You haven’t touched me in months and my ass is the first thing you touch? You’re such a perv.” You rolled your eyes as Rindou continued squeezing your ass.
“Can’t help it, bae. I miss your ass.. and I miss you too, you know.” Rindou chuckled lowly, teasing you by nibbling on your earlobe.
One of the guards cleared their throat, “you two lovebirds have one hour, tops.” They said as they walked back outside, “we’ll be outside the door if you need us.” They said, mainly talking to you more than Rindou. They closed the door and locked it and as soon as you heard that clicking sound, you wasted no time pouncing on your lover, having him to fall backwards onto the floor with you kissing him.
“Woah, wait.. slow down!” Rindou says. His words went on deaf ears as you began pulling off your blouse and undoing your bra.
“We don’t have all the time in the world, Rin.” You say, your fingers unbuttoning his jailhouse uniform shirt and your long nails tracing over his exposed tattooed chest.
“Pull your panties off and keep your skirt on,” Rindou says, smirking, “I want to keep ‘em for hard times.”
You did as he said and began pulling off your panties. “Don’t go showing off my panties to those other guys, either! You’ll have enough evidence throughout your entire body when I’m done with you..” you cheerily say.
“Oh, yeah..?”
“Yeah..” you grabbed Rindou’s face and started kissing him again, biting and tugging on his bottom lip.
He suddenly broke away from the kiss, grabbing your breasts with his calloused hands and squeezing them. “I miss these too.. been awhile since they’ve had a good squeezin'.” he says, biting down on your nipple and earning a quiet moan from you. All you could do was rub his scalp as he sucked and licked on your plump flesh.
After a while of that, he pushed you onto your back and spread your legs. Your slit was already glistening with your slick, making him lick his lips.
“Don’t look.” You covered your eyes and face, still embarrassed even after being with him for so long.
“Heh, what princess..?” Rindou asked, pulling your hands down from your face. “It’s okay ‘cuz it’s hot. You’re hot.”
You gave him a soft smile from his words. He could feel his dick twitching just from the sight before him — damnit, you’re so cute.. he just wants to devour you whole.
He spreads your legs even further apart and goes down on you, earning a gasp from you as you felt his warm tongue embrace your clit. It felt heavenly — so heavenly, that you started to shake already from him repeatedly licking your clit. He started to suck on the bundle of nerve, causing you to arch your back off the floor and yank on his locks. He doesn’t mind the pain, as long as he knew he was pleasuring you to the fullest.
“Rinnn, wait! I’m about to— haah!” Pleasure washes over your body as you squirt all on his face and embarrassment soon floods you after realizing what you’ve just done. “Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You said, covering your face once more with your hands but all Rindou could do was chuckle.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” He removes your hands from your face and smiles at you while your mess is on his face. “I told you it’s fine ‘cuz it’s hot, didn’t I?” He asks, and you nod your head. He leans forward to kiss you on your lips, “my pretty girl..” he mumbled into your mouth as he kissed you.
“Does my pretty girl think she can ride me?” He asks and you nod your head with a smile, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. You help pull down his pants, revealing his hard cock with an angry tip.
“Heh, he misses you, babe.” Rindou says, chuckling and immediately hissing when your cool hands touched it. Stroking it and massaging the tip with your thumb.
“I miss him too.. so much.” You respond, kissing and giving subtle licks to his tip, but he stops you before you go any further. “As much as I want to feel your mouth, I highly doubt we’ll have time for all of that.” He says and you frown, “but I promise you’ll have the opportunity when I’m out of here and you can do it for as long as you want.”
“Okay..” you say, giving his tip one last kiss before finally sinking down onto it… Rindou was huge and sometimes you had a hard time taking him without the right amount of prep. “So.. so big..” you mumbled softly.
“Guess eating you out wasn’t enough, huh?”
“Hngh— you think..?”
“Want my help orrrr do you got it?”
“I— I got it!” You said, moving your hips slowly back and forth then up and down. Your breast was bouncing to the rhythm of your movements, but you felt like you were being split in half — that burning sensation in your core felt so strong and yet so good; you knew you’d be cummin soon.
“Fuck, you’re so warm ‘n tight! Shit!” Rindou hissed, cummin as you rode him. Squelching sounds along with your moans soon echoed throughout the room. Rindou was on the verge of cummin once more if you kept riding him the way you were. Rindou placed his thumb on your clit which made you almost lose it, your thighs trembling in the process.
You leaned forward to kiss your boyfriend, and place hickies all over his neck. Rindou grabbed your hips and lifted you up and down whilst you kissed him, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “Ohhh, Rin baby!” You moaned, skin to skin friction filling the room.
Rindou finally slammed you back down on his cock, busting his load deep inside of you. You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you up good and nice.
Just then, the guards knocked on the door from the outside. “Wrap it up! You’ve got five minutes left.”
You fell on top of Rindou, your breast smashing against his chest and his dick inside of you, still hard and all. He was breathing heavily and suddenly broke out in a laugh, “wish we could stay like this til morning.” He said, removing sweat from your forehead.
“Technically, it is morning..” you whispered.
“You know what I mean.” He chuckled, “I’ma miss you, pretty girl.”
“I’ma miss you too, daddy.”
“Oh, fuck off..” he laughed, “what I told you about calling me that?”
“Whaaaat? It’s cute!” You giggled, kissing Rindou on the cheek. “Be nice to those guards out there, okay?”
“Guess I have no choice, but to be nice to ‘em.” Rindou rolled his eyes and looked at you for a second before letting out a soft laugh.
Hours have passed since he was last with you and Rindou was outside in the yard working out with his shirt off, showing off the hickies and chest scratches you left behind… nobody dared to ask where he got those marks from except for the people he came in with.
“Uh..” Shion gulped, “where the fuck did you get those marks from? Those look like hickies, man!” Shion asked, with the rest of them listening closely to what Rindou was about to say, though, Ran had a pretty good idea where you could’ve gotten them from, but he didn’t ask a single question about it.
Rindou lifted himself off the bench where he was lifting weights and looked Shion directly in his face. “I dunno what you’re talking about.” He said, walking away from an even more confused Shion who couldn’t believe Rindou was playing this type of game.
As Rindou walked away, he reached down in his pocket and felt your panties. He’ll be sure using them tonight in his cell.
Could you make alpha!izana with an omega!reader who is super hyper mega extra feminine, something like the stereotype of omega?
Don't forget to rest and drink water!
♡. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE
𐐪 alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (shinichiro, izana, hakkai, kokonoi)
— synopsis : they're down bad for their very feminine omega ♡
cw/key tags : soft headcanons
note : i made izana's one is extra long, hope you like it! ♡ and sorry for the extremely long wait !!! i might do a 2nd part bc it's just so cute :p
MY MASTERLIST : 💌
♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO
shinichiro thinks you're the dream omega. a real dream come true for his unlucky self.
it's the way you carry yourself so prettily next to him who's much clumsier. you speak softly like everything about you is made of glass and you're irresistible.
you're all about ribbons, bows and dresses, while he's all rough edges, bad luck and messy hands. every time you look at him sweetly, it knocks the air out of him.
he’s ridiculously careful with you. like, over the top careful. he treats you like porcelain, even though you’re not fragile in the way he assumes. if you slip on a step or catch your sleeve on something, he’s there in a heartbeat, fussing like you’ve been seriously hurt.
you being delicate makes him feel both protective and flustered. protective because you feel like something he has to shield from the world, and flustered because he can’t believe someone so pretty and soft actually wants him.
your nurturing side wrecks him. when you fix his collar, smooth his hair, or make tea for him after a long day, he just melts. shinichiro’s not used to being taken care of as he’s always been the one responsible for everyone else, and this side of you really makes him weak.
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♡. ALPHA! IZANA
izana is overall really unstable, so your softness is like the opposite of everything he has ever known.
he doesn't really understand why you're like that at first : so gentle, so weak, so pretty. but he surprisingly gets addicted fast to everything you embody.
he loves that you're always so dressed up, delicate and soft-spoken, looking up at him through your eyelashes to seek his reassurance. it makes him feel special, like you belong to him even more because such a soft omega like you chose a violent and dangerous person like him. you're something fragile only him gets to keep and claim.
he's actually lowkey obsessed with seeing you so weak and dependent on him. if you ask him to open a jar, reach something high, or walk you home, he lights up. he needs you to need him.
izana is also quick-tempered and tells himself he doesn't need anyone. however, while he would never openly admit it, he's addicted to the way you dote on him. you're soft where he's rough, you're patient where he's restless, and it makes him feel so comforted. even though he doesn’t understand why you would stay with someone like him..
with the way you carry yourself, all cute and pretty, drawing attention from other alphas, izana gets even more territorial. your gentle voice should only be his, your shy smiles and comforting touches too. which is why he keeps you close to him in public, with a hand on your waist or his scent heavy in the air. it's a warning.
he also gets jealous fast. he’s the type to go from calm to violent in seconds if someone makes a comment about you, even a “harmless” compliment. you usually have to step in, soft voice grounding him before he takes it too far.
izana has a habit of testing you. he’ll say something like, “you could do better than me. why are you still here?”. but he’s watching your every move, analysing each of your words, desperate for reassurance that you won’t leave. and when you smile all sweetly, looking like you'd trust him with your life, he calms down a bit.
indeed, when he's spacing or spiralling into his darker moods, you never raise your voice at him, you never get scared either. instead, you just quietly move closer to him, speak softly and sometimes hold his hand.
he doesnt know how to handle the way you baby him sometimes. it feels weird and unusual, he's unsure as he's never been used to that sort of gentleness in his life. like setting aside food you know he likes, or insisting he sits down so you can stitch his clothes. he’ll grumble about it, but he always lets you, because he's secretly starved for your attention.
and your softness makes him protective in return. to him, you’re glass — fragile, breakable, too good for the world he drags you into. he doesn’t trust anyone else with you, because he’s terrified they won’t be as careful as he is with you.
izana also secretly loves all your "girly" habits. he'll often act indifferent when you ask him about which bow looks better in your hair, telling him about your new nail polish and your sugary perfume you just bought. he listens to you humming while you get ready for the day. but as cold as he can be, he actually memorizes everything you tell him, down to every color and detail of your beauty products.
at night, he clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. his arm is always locked around your waist, his face pressed into your neck to breathe your vanilla scent. it’s the only time he looks peaceful — cuddling with your smaller form, feeling so delicate and weaker compared to him.
he's not someone who trust others easily, but the way you care for him like he's someone who can do nothing bad in your eyes makes him trip. the way you feed him, fix his shirt and press a cute kiss to his cheek feels extra precious to him. it terrifies him how much he depends on you, but he couldn't stop even if he tried.
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♡. ALPHA! HAKKAI
hakkai is absolutely gone the moment he realizes you’re actually his omega. your delicate, gentle nature hits him hard because it’s everything he doesn’t think he deserves but actually craves.
he gets shy about it too. you’ll do something as simple as brush dust off his jacket or smile sweetly at him and he’s flushing to his ears. he’ll look away, but inside he’s melting.
your very feminine energy makes his protective side kicks in nonstop. he’s hyperaware when you’re out together : scanning crowds, glaring at anyone who stares too long. he doesn’t say much about it, but his body language makes it clear that nobody should get too close. he might be the softest giant with his precious omega, but he never lets anyone overstep your boundaries — he knows you're sometimes too shy and soft-spoken to stand up for yourself, and so, hakkai will gladly do it for you.
hakkai absolutely cherishes you. he likes the way you cook for him, bringing him homemade snacks when you see each other, or the way you tell him all about the pastries you ate with your friend with sparkles in your eyes, but also how you fuss over any new injuries on his knuckles and patch him up with cute pink bandages that he'll wear proudly no matter what.
hakkai adores how soft and dressed up you are. lace, ribbons, soft dresses — he thinks you look like you stepped out of a dream, what he dreamt of when thinking about having an omega to call his own, and he can’t believe you’re walking next to him. sometimes he’ll catch himself staring and have to cover it with an awkward cough.
he’s constantly torn between wanting to wrap you up and hide you from the world and wanting to show you off so everyone knows the perfect omega chose him.
hakkai is pretty inexperienced with words, so instead he expresses how much he loves you through actions : carrying heavy things without being asked, making sure you walk on the safe side of the street, giving you his jacket even if he’s cold.
and when you nest, he’s done for. seeing your delicate little hands smoothing blankets, arranging pillows, creating a soft, safe space for the both of you to enjoy. it hits him in a place he didn’t know existed. he’ll crawl in with you and just cling, quiet but overflowing with love.
hakkai doesn’t think of you as just a dream omega. he thinks of you as the proof he finally got something right in his life.
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♡. ALPHA! KOKONOI
kokonoi would actually eat that up. like, you're exactly his type.
kokonoi notices you immediately. he has an eye for detail : the pastel dress, the little gloss on your lips, the way you move so carefully, almost fragile. it’s like you’re made to be looked at, and kokonoi takes a nice good look at you.
he’s not shy about it either. unlike hakkai who fumbles, kokonoi plays right into it. “you really know how to make an alpha lose his head, don’t you?” he will say things like that casually, but the way his scent sharpens around you gives him away.
he adores spoiling you. pretty omegas deserve pretty things, and kokonoi lives for the way your eyes light up when he gifts you jewelry or takes you shopping. he’ll always say it’s nothing, but deep down, it’s his way of claiming you, showing you off with what he bought and the clothes he helped you choose. saying to the world that you're his.
he’s weak for softness. the way you brush your hair back gently, your careful manners, even the way you speak softly, it really wrecks him. sometimes he just watches you, not even hiding it, like you’re his favorite thing in the world.
kokonoi also gets possessive quickly. people stare at you ? he notices right away. and while he might not start a scene, his hand will settle heavy on your lower back, his scent threatening enough to drive others away.
he’s very tactile : always smoothing the hem of your dress, adjusting a bow in your hair, tilting your chin to admire your lip gloss. making up little excuses to touch you everywhere, to remind himself that you’re his.
wakasa loves smacking your ass whenever he can. whether it’s in public or in the comfort of your own home, he’s going to smack your ass when he gets the opportunity.
you sometimes tease him by wearing booty shorts or one of his oversized shirts with no panties on underneath the shirt — he sneaks up behind you, smacking your ass and he realize as he’s grabbing your ass that you have no panties on.
“no panties, eh? you fuckin’ tease..” he mutters in your ear, then he slightly bites your neck and gives you on final smack on the ass before walking away from you. “i’m headin’ to work.” he says. the erection he has is no joke . . he’s definitely going to make you work for it when he gets home.
but what wakasa loves the most is laying on his back, smoking a fat ol’ blunt and making you ride his dick in reverse cowgirl.
he absolutely loves the position because he gets to see everything from how your slick runs down his cock to how your ass ripples and bounces every time you move . . and the most important thing is that waka gets to smack your ass repeatedly.
“pretty pussy,” he murmurs, smacking your ass and causing you to whine. of course he soothes the stinging sensation by the rubbing it, he isn’t that cruel . . . or is he? ;) but you can’t deny that you love the feeling of his big hands squeezing and slapping your ass though.
sometimes he’ll take care of you, other times he just falls straight asleep cuddling. it really depends on which kind of manjiro were talking about here; manila? he’ll take care of you. bare minimum, but he will. bonten? he won’t. he won’t even fall asleep afterwards. final timeline? he’s dead asleep most of the time cuddling without even pulling out—but there are times where he’ll fight the sleep to start a bath, even bathe with you sometimes, and only get ready for bed once you are.
B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i feel like he wouldn’t typically have a favorite body part. he’s not particularly cocky or anything about his body; but if he had to choose, it’d be his cheeks. he likes how squishy they are, he especially finds it fun whenever you sit on his lap and squish his cheeks cause it makes him all giggly. his favorite body part of yours? definitely your tummy.. but also your thighs! their both his own personal little pillows- whenever he’s playing games or just on his phone, he’ll place his head on your lap between your thighs, or when he gets needy he’ll plant kisses all across the chub of your tummy. he loves the chub!
C = cum (anything to do with cum)
he loves creampies. he finds them both intimate but also just pleasurable. he gets all pouty when you don’t let him cum inside, or when he has to use a condom :(( he prefers cumming inside, he especially loves watching whenever your own cum will create rings around his cock- he thinks it’s all so damn pretty ’nd cute, and he will watch mesmerized as the little spurts of cum dripped out from your cunt after he pulled out! so cute. ♡
D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
not really a secret, which is obvious from the way his pants get so tight against his erection each damn time—but he can get hard so easily. doing certain things like just wearing an apron ’nd baking, or wearing one of his hoodies with nothing else, even mere stuff like sitting on his lap gets him all bricked up. at times it’s embarrassing, especially at events when you wear these pretty outfits, he’ll get hard ’nd poor baby will have the hardest time hiding it so it makes him pout :((
E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he was so bad ’nd so awkward his first time with you, he was all flushed ’nd so confused! even though he’s seen all that stuff in porn mags, doing it with you, someone he truly loves is way different! he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, he doesn’t want to make mistakes, he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. after years passed, though, he got wayyyy better.. he knows everything to do to make you cum in a matter of minutes, and every single place on your body that has you shaking under him, moaning like a goddamn pornstar.
F = favorite position (self explanatory, their favorite sex position)
definitely cowgirl. he loves being able to see your face contort into pleasure as your hips bounce repeatedly against his, your arms wrapped around his neck.. it’s the perfect angle for him to attack your neck, too! or, he could play with your tits like this too, it’s all so accessible and he barely has to do a thing! seeing you so desperately fucking yourself on him, needing more and more of him despite his cock splitting you open is so cute in his eyes.
G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he can be both serious and silly. it really depends on the mood—if he’s in a bad mood, he’s more serious ’nd more strict. nothing too bad, like, he won’t cross any boundaries he’s aware of, but he’s less playful than just normal nights. and if he’s in a good mood, trust me, you’ll know. he’s more playful, more teasing, and he also talks a lot during sex. whether it’s dirty talk, him just being his regular needy, or just talking about random things.. he’s really just a mix of both.
H = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
flawlessly hairless. it’s magical. whether or not you like it like that, he always says he doesn’t like being too hairy (we need more men like this irl 💔💔🙏🙏). he’s always saying how it makes him uncomfortable or how he simply just doesn’t like it and avoids giving a reason. either way, you’ll get used to it eventually. and you sort of have to, everytime you two get into it he’s never hairy.
I = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he can be both romantic and very.... unappealing. sometimes he’s just a fucking beast who forgets about your own pleasure at times getting lost in the moment for his own, other times he’s slow, romantic, teasing.. it really depends tbh. if you were the one who was teasing to begin with, he’s definitely more teasing ’nd romantic, but when he’s in a bad mood and your teasing.. oh it’s game over. he’s mean, he’ll say it’s a punishment and he’ll be so mean that you almost start crying! he comforts you after though <3
J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
not often does he masturbate, solely because he likes it better watching your hands wrapping around his cock, the cute sight of you fitting him into your mouth so perfectly ’nd rubbing whatever didn’t fit was too good for him to pass up on.. but whenever he can’t come home ’nd your sending him scandalous pictures or videos, he’ll find somewhere where nobodies looking to jerk himself off to the sound of your voice, cause he always gives you a call whenever he needs to. truth is? he’s not that good at it, and he’s totally awkward about it lmfao, poor boy..
K = kink (one or more of their kinks)
definitely has an exhibitionism ’nd a sensory deprivation kink! he loves putting a blindfold on you, sometimes he’ll even tie something around your mouth, and he’ fuck you and be so mean about it, teasing and going slow when you need him to go faster! god, and whenever somebody looks at you the wrong way or for too long, he’ll tie them up on a chair after beating them up and make them watch. make them watch how good you are for them, make you watch how much of his you are. this especially goes for the bad timelines.
