#!brycetalks

tw. fem!reader, mentions of f!oral, dick inspection, mentions of creampie 

ran haitani dick is long, curved right where it matters and always flushed and pretty pink at the tip. he keeps it clean shaven, for the most part—the part where he gets lazy or just comfortable with you. it’s skinny and long, but just because it’s not thick or girth doesn’t mean a damn thing. because ran knows how to use it, always one push in and your eyes bleed stars, his hand lays station to your stomach so he can really feel how deep he’s inside you, it’s curved for a purpose prodding your sweet spot with one thrust. those long fingers he has? they will come between your connected bodies and circle your clit. it’s accuracy every single time, he lasts forever—you could cum six times versus just his once.

oh?

it starts within a timeline of the unknown, a melted face you want to call home, the familiar touch of a soul that used to conquer your world but now nothing but a black abyss is left in the aftermath and you’re awaiting the new order of life—from what you can only call as heartache.

it’s a surge of pain that courses through your chest, wincing when the nerves send shockwaves through the rest of your limbs until you’re feeling immobile. but like everything else outside of your bubble, life goes on and so do you.

it feels like an eternity until you’ve grown raw leaves upon your body, the branches stemmed from your fingers call fresh life once more and the sunken hole inside your chest is finally even with your skin.

and you’re afraid now, terrified that the next human being to grace your presence could very well burn down the vibrate foliage, reek habit in all of the places you’ve finally opened up back to the world.

yet they’re different, reaching out with just a single hand to keep you steady, playful lips smiling when met with the same coy expression. damage remains in their body like yours, the smell of their burning soul lingers through your nose as they engulf you.

you want to seek refuge from them, the pain almost swallowing you whole of past memories flooding your brain, their fingers gripping your harder so you can’t leave their sight and when your body finally succumbs to what can only be felt as a curing heartache you fall—endlessly.

you’re reminded of the past, of their own past while you open the seams of your heart. fear is evident within this timeline, panic strikes you every time they’re missing from your hold but with those days they come back and you can finally see all the shades of your misery.

hi welcome to my mind as i dig deeper into the brain rot of mikey—the tit sucker man he is.

hey anon, this is a reminder that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

do you know how bad that hurt? like fucking stung my chest and made me question every thing i’ve wrote this week. i head tears in my eyes because i spend hours writing and thought it was for nothing.

on the contrary fuck you, you asshole. what the fuck do i look like? grade a special fucking meat? you just go through and think i’m not ‘as good’ as my other writing.

but thanks! i’ll take a break and when i come back i’ll just write something and you can rate that okay? :)

i’m never serious but i will be for you anon

is shinichiro the loyal type? hell fucking yes, let me explain.

shinichiro is part of the sano siblings so automatically he is loyal, but he’s so sweet and the best boyfriend ever. always going out of his way to buy your favorite snacks from the store, sending you cute little messages like “you’re the best thing to ever happen to me” or “i’m so madly in love with you”

when he misses you he goes through his phone and looks at all the pictures he’s took, smile growing bigger and bigger with every image. speaking of pictures, he captures everything and i mean everything, to your sleepy morning face to that beautiful laugh he always loves to hear.

he’s so clingy behind closed doors, whining when you remove yourself from his hold to get up, don’t get me started on when he’s just woke up and drags your body from across the bed to hold you closer always nestling his face in the crevice of your neck.

in public he’s subtle, fingers intertwined with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder and grinning ear to ear whenever you look at him.