He'd fuck you any and everywhere. You're feeling sexual frustrated after a pop quiz in one of your night classes? He's waiting in your dorm. Your ex bothering you about getting back together? Let's send them a video honey. He was loud and proud of how much he loved your body.
Don't get it twisted, you two weren't dating. Kisaki was a well known dealer around campus. You want it? He had it. He also had no problem with getting a bitch bouncing on his dick in tears just because she didn't have money for her "quick fix". But you? Oh you were special.
He adored you. Those dumb big eyes, those pretty pink lips, your thick brown thighs. You were like a walking sex doll waiting to be used. You were just a simple bimbo who got lucky to be accepted in such a school to him, he was far above you. But would he tell you just what you did to his mind? No.
He craved you. He craved your lips wrapped around his cock while you were crying around him. He craved watching you moan his name while being bent backwards in almost impossible positions. He craved sending you out his dorm with your pussy full of his cum.
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synopsis: as per the last one, sub tokrev men with mommy kinks!
cw's: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!characters, mommy kink, pussyjob, overstim, crying/dacryphilia, begging, teasing, bondage (m receiving), piv, breeding, lingerie (m wearing), amazon position, lots of pet names, pet play/puppy play, collar and leash (m wearing), handjob, pegging, cockwarming (as punishment!), punishment for bratting, maybe slight cnc in kisaki's, vibrator usage.
an: this is part two of tokrev men w/ mommy kinks that i posted on my old blog (iykyk). i hope you enjoy these little drabbles!
TAKEMICHI
Michi lets out a loud whine, his palms sweaty against your thighs as you slowly grind your pussy against his cock. He averts his gaze, not because he’s shy— he passed that point two orgasms ago— but because he simply cannot handle the electric jolts of pleasure rushing through him.
“Mommy… please.”
“Please what, baby?”
He stutters, realizing he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for as tears continuously roll down the sides of his face.
You take your hand and gently wipe away his tears with your thumb, your quiet shushing not doing much to combat the sticky noises coming from where your two bodies meet. His cum is thick and white, and there’s almost too much of it, your fluttering cunt milking him dry with ease.
He does his best to beg again, “Mommy… need you.”
“You need me? But, Michi, I’m right here,” you smirk, running your hands along his chest and stomach.
"Need to feel you... wanna be inside."
You shake you head as a smirk grows across your face "Not yet, baby... Mommy's having too much fun like this."
He whines again, both of you knowing that tonight will be a rather brainless night for your sweet boyfriend.
CHIFUYU
You’re on your knees over Chifuyu, his chest rising and falling quickly as he does his best to hold onto his sanity, while you only grant the tip of his cock the pleasure of being buried inside of you. He strains against the pretty pink rope you have him bound with, his ankles and wrists struggling to break the bondage to no avail. You know it's an act, that he’s actually enjoying being tied up like this, but that only serves to turn you on further.
“Ah, ah, ah… good boys use their words. Tell me what it is you want.”
“W-Wanna breed you, mommy…”
His cheeks are red, coloured so because of his arousal and his embarrassment, not used to being told to speak his deepest desires without the ability to cover his face too.
“Good boys also use their manners.”
“Please, mommy, please. I’m sorry, jus’ wanna breed you so bad”, his lips form a deep frown, fearing as if he’s ruined his chance.
You lean down to kiss his worries away as you lower yourself fully onto his cock, feeling him twitch inside you.
“There’s mommy’s good boy.”
HAJIME
If you’d ever seen a more beautiful man, you couldn’t remember him in the slightest with the sight beheld to you now, in this moment. You have your fiancé folded in half on your bed, the man donning a pair of black thigh high socks decorated with big red bows on the cuffs. Just as pretty though, are the lascivious sounds he’s making as you fuck yourself on his cock, straddling the undersides of his thighs.
“Fuck mommy… you look so pretty.”
You giggle as your skin smacks against his “Thank you, handsome boy, you look very pretty too.”
“I do?”
“You do, sweet prince.”
He moans obscenely loud, his long hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. He’s always loved that pet name.
“You like when mommy rides you like this? When she reminds you who this cock belongs to?”
His eyes squeeze shut and he nods frantically.
“Who owns this cock, hm?”
“You do, mommy…”
You pick up the pace with your movements, your legs a little sore but you don’t care. Right now, all you want is to feel Hajime pulse and cum inside of you as you do, your spasming walls drawing out every last drop.
SEISHU
You yank a little harder at the leash wrapped around your hand, pulling what was hanging loosely, taut.
“Slow down, pup.”
“B-But mommy, s’too good…” Despite his arguing, he slows his bouncing on your strap on.
“I know you’re eager, baby, but good puppies listen to mommy. You wanna be a good puppy, don’t you?” Your voice is low, dripping with lust.
He nods, eyebrows knit together and a pout on his face.
You smile at him before loosening your tug on the leash and leaning in to give him a kiss, one he eagerly accepts.
“You know what else good puppies get?”
“What?”
“Good puppies get treats,” you move one of your hands to the tip of his cock, focusing all of your attention on it, rubbing it gently.
His legs start to tremble as he continues to ride your dildo, throwing his head back with a whimper which makes the tag on his collar jingle louder.
“Thank you mommy, th-thank you.”
“Are you gonna cum?” He nods again, “Mhm… gonna cum for mommy.”
“Go ahead, puppy, make a mess. Just for me.”
TETTA
You look him in the eye as you come down from your orgasm, bare chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You turn off the vibrating wand you had pressed to your clit, moving it from between the two of you.
“I’m s-sorry, mommy. Was only a joke.” His eyes well up as he sits there almost motionless, his limbs tied to the chair and you sitting in his lap—his cock buried inside of you— keeping him from doing much more than protesting verbally.
“So being a brat is funny to you? Making mommy angry is a joke?”
He shakes his head, “N-No, I’m sorry. Just really want you to fuck me now.”
“No, I think naughty boys like you need to learn lessons the hard way. So, for now, all you get to feel is me, sitting nice and still, cumming around your cock… nothing more.”
He whines and his bottom lip starts to wobble, his body betraying his typical collected demeanor, “I’m sorry mommy, I really am.”
You move your free hand upward and cup his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “I know…”
You turn the vibrator back on and return it to your clit, feeling yourself tighten around Tetta’s cock, causing him to let out a pathetic whimper, “but I think the lesson needs to really sink in.”
Tetta Kisaki x f!reader
Genre: Smut
Notes: I know a lot of people hate Kisaki (me included lmao) and he isn't very popular but I hope some of you guys enjoy this
Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, smoking, age gap, adultery, model!reader, sir!kink, cocaine use, substance abuse, stockholm syndrome, coercion, degradation, restraints, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, daddy kink, dumbification, slapping, breeding, creampie.
Words: 3k
3am.
It’s 3am and you’re alone in a random diner, little hands clutching onto a steaming cup of coffee. You’re dying for it to cool. Not so much that it tastes disgusting, but enough that you can drink it and stop the tremors wracking through your body. People are staring, though it’s nothing new. You suspect they are likely glances of pity.
Because, truly, you look pathetic.
There are a group of boys from another booth looking over at you. Not boys, actually… men. They’re all in suits. They’ve been asking the waitress for coffee refills since you got here two hours ago.
One man is staring more intently than the others. He’s wearing round glasses. His hair combed over to one side, black and blonde streaking through unevenly. You can’t help but notice the tattoo on his hand.
Sin.
You think he might notice you staring when he puts his coffee cup down. Quickly you look away, but soon enough he’s picking it up again. This time with the other hand.
Punishment.
A bolt of fear strikes through you as you realise this group of men may not be ones you should be stuck in a diner with at this ungodly hour.
“I recognise her.” Hanma states, earning a scoff from the group he’s with.
“No shit. You’ve been staring at her since she walked in.” Kisaki explains, shaking his head and fishing around for a cigarette in the pocket of his expensive looking coat. The waitress approaches with the intention of forbidding him from smoking inside. However a deathly glare from the three men in front of her soon deters her. “Who is she?”
“Dunno. I just feel like I’ve seen her somewhere.” Hanma adds, lighting a flame for Kisaki to ignite his cigarette with.
“Probably a hooker,” Mikey chimes in, too busy focusing on his phone to be fully engaged with the conversation. Hanma rolls his eyes and returns to focus on figuring out who you are.
“That sounds right. World class hooker, hah?” Kisaki joins in with the teasing.
World class.
The words unlock something in Shuuji’s mind. World class…
“Oh fuck. She’s famous, boys.” Hanma states. It’s enough to fully steal Mikey’s attention as he raises a sceptical brow and looks in your direction. Kisaki can’t help but do the same, all three of them staring at you as they wonder if there is any truth to what he’s saying. “Give me your phone, I’ll show you.” Hanma asks.
“Huh? Use your own.”
“It’s dead. Hand it over.”
Kisaki sighs and hands his phone over to his friend. Soon enough he’s on the Instagram app and typing in your username. He places the phone down flat on the table to let mikey and Kisaki look through your profile.
“Cute.” Mikey speaks, weakly.
“She’s a model? Very cute.” Kisaki adds.
“See, look, magazine covers and runway stuff too. Not just an Instagram model, she’s a real one.” he tells them, almost as if he’s defending your honour and life choices.
Kisaki stubs out his cigarette on the table, shuffling out of the booth and standing to his feet. He folds his coat over himself. “Thanks for the tip.” he winks as he walks towards you. Hanma groans, furious he didn’t act first when he had the upper hand.
You stiffen when you notice this terrifying man is actually walking towards you. He smiles, you think he might be trying to ease your nerves. But his smile isn’t sincere, that much is clear. You feel even more scared, if anything.
“Need a refill, sweetheart?” he asks you.
“U-Um…” you can’t answer before he’s signalling the waitress to come over. “Thank you, sir.” you smile, hoping it doesn’t look too forced.
Sir, huh? Oh… he loves the sound of that.
“What are you doing out so late? Been partying… or fall out with your boyfriend?” he wonders, attempting to figure out your situation. He wants to know why you’re alone. If anyone will be asking where you went or if anyone will actually care if you don’t go home tonight.
“Y-Yeah… uh, my… boyfriend.” you stutter, flailing over your own words as you try and get them out as quickly as possible. Kisaki waits for the waitress to top up your coffee, tipping her and winking his thanks as he watches her walk away. He’d rather not have any prying ears, if possible.
“You’re not a very good liar.”
“What?”
“There’s no boyfriend, is there?” he tells you. He takes note of how uncomfortable you look and snickers, trusting it will be enough to lower your high guard. “Don’t worry, I know we look shady but I promise we aren’t.”
“I didn’t say that…” you object, feebly. It’s clear you’ve made a judgement about him before even speaking to him. And if he’s being honest, you’ve likely read him like a book.
But he’s not going to tell you that.
“We’re just off a late flight from a business trip. Trying to get some down time before we go home to our families.” he explains.
That should settle your nerves. Hearing that he’s a businessman with a family. Family will most likely translate to a wife and a few kids in your mind. And you’re not wrong about that. You can see the wedding ring on his finger. He’s even willing to show you his brood of brats if you feel the need to question him about it.
“Where was the trip?” you ask him, curiously. Travel is a weakness of yours. It’s something you’ve always planned to do and would still love to do, if circumstances were different.
“Germany.” he answers, plainly. “See how easy it is to answer questions? Don’t be shy… tell me why you’re here.” he insists. You look around, wondering if it’s the right thing to do. But, really, what’s the harm? It’s not like he can use it against you.
“I had a fight with my family… so… I just wanted some space.”
“Families are tough, babe, I understand.” he nods in agreement. He’s a master manipulator, unbeknownst to you. Offering faux sympathy and mimicking your body language to set your mind at ease. And, Christ, wouldn’t you know it? It’s working. “What was the fight about?”
“I— I’d rather not say…” you tell him. Ah. This should be good.
“C’mon.” he encourages you. He leans over the table, hoping you’ll do the same. “It can’t be that bad.” he whispers.
“W-Well…” you start, quietly, doing as he wished and leaning your face closer to his. “I like to party… but they don’t like the way I party.” you tell him in hushed tones.
“Ahhh, drugs, right?”
“Mhmmn, I like coke.” you smile, almost shyly. Would you look at that. A bona fide cokewhore. “S’not a big deal… y’know? They just don’t get it. They like to overreact, my parents are dumb strict.” you tell him.
“How old are you? You could get your own place.” he suggests, but you shake your head in response.”
“I’m twenty-five. And, yeah, I make a bunch of my own money so I should be able to move out, right? Nope… my psycho fucking parents have control of my bank account.” you explain. This is the most you’ve talked to anyone about this, and he’s a complete stranger. You have no idea why you’re telling him all of this. But it’s simple, really. You’re under his spell.
“I mean… c’mon, kiddo. Probably ‘cause of the coke habit.” he laughs. You sigh in response. “Don’t be like that, baby. I get it.”
“What do you know about it? You’re old enough to be my dad, your partying days are long over.” you respond, rudely.
“Ouch, princess has a bite, hah?” he laughs. He reaches into his coat pocket, his eyes fixated on yours. “I suppose you won’t be interested in this, then.” he grins, showing off a small bag of coke to you as discretely as he can.
“Hah, no way. What does your family think about that?”
“My family can have an opinion when they pay the bills.” he laughs, almost like he’s joking despite being deathly serious. “Interested?” he wonders. You bite your lip, fighting the urge to take his hand off at the generous honour.
“What’s the catch?” you query. With guys like this; offers like this, there’s always a catch.
“Come home with me.”
“Hah. That’s low. What about your wife?” you ask, genuinely curious how he plans to explain this away.
“Baby, I’ve got all the coke either of us could want and I’m taking business trips all over the world just for the fun of it. You think I don’t own more than one home?”
All the coke you could ever want.
It’s an enticing offer. And the more he dangles the bag in front of your face, you know you’re too weak willed to decline. It might be the worst decision you’ll ever make. But… you just can’t say no to the siren call of white powder.
And then, you’re nodding.
He smiles. An entirely evil toothy smile. But you’re already grabbing your jacket and your bag before standing up. He holds out his arm to you, offering you to link with him. He escorts you out. But not before winking at his friends with pride.
“Do you love me?”
It’s a question he’s asked every single day since you met so many months ago. He didn’t need a real answer.
Not at first.
You’d respond with a giggle. Or a boisterous laugh. Sometimes you’d answer his question with a kiss which always created a pathway into you fucking each other until the sun would rise.
Truthfully, you don’t think you’ve ever been so happy.
It’s unconventional, sure, but still you find yourself smiling every day without fail. It’s easy being with Kisaki. It’s easy being his little secret. No one knows where you are, except him. He doesn’t like it when you leave the house. He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t know where you are.
You can’t leave.
You can’t leave him.
He takes you out sometimes. He’ll blindfold you and make you lie down in the backseat of the car so no one can see you and you have no sense of direction. He always takes you to sweet yet secluded places.
The beach.
The mountains.
Eerily beautiful places that you know could be your last destination on earth. Places where he could push you to your demise or drown you so that your body gets lost at sea.
No one would know, just him.
But so far, it hasn’t come to that. He’s good to you, he is. Kisaki knows how much you love coke, so he gets it for you. He keeps you coked up to the eyeballs and sometimes you feel like a whore.
Maybe because that’s exactly what you are.
You fuck him as thanks for your coke.
You’re a coke whore.
“I love you.” you whisper, feebly, with an award winning smile after snorting a line. He grabs your face in one hand, puckering your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. Kisaki looks so serious, always. His eyebrows and constantly at a scowl and you think he has to force himself to rectify that about himself.
But he doesn’t while he looks at you.
At your lips.
He looks between your eyes and your plump, inviting lips until he can’t resist you anymore. He tilts his head and his lips meet with yours.
“I love you when you’re high.” he smiles, muttering words between kisses.
And you laugh, kissing him back so sweetly.
“I love you when I’m high.”
And just like that, you’re weightless. He picks you up by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He drops you down roughly onto the dining table. His body weight on top of your is intoxicating. The way he kisses and alternates to nibbling your lower lip while he tries to undress all at once is dizzying.
You watch him as he throws his shirt across the room and he starts to work at his belt.
“Arms up.” he instructs, and you obey. You hold your arms above your head together, knowing full well what he’s about to do. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you? Do anything for me and your habit.” he laughs.
You giggle at him, he likes it when you entertain how mean he can be to you. You’ll accept anything he wants to do to you, because if you don’t you know he can cut you off.
So of course you don’t mind that he wants to bind you with his belt, your wrists restricted and trapped by the leg of the dining table.
You watch him carefully as he circles back around you, climbing on top of you and studying your body beneath him. He grabs two fistfuls of your little vest and rips it apart with ease. Your breasts exposed to the chill in the air and bouncing freely. He cups one, fondling the nipple and almost salivating at your bare flesh.
It seems he wants to suck them, but for whatever reason he’s holding himself back.
“Tell me how bad you want me.” he demands.
“Mmpf, Tetta I’m— ‘m so wet. Please, I need you. M-My panties are—”
“What?” he smirks, “Your panties are what?”
You look away, feeling shy. A rush of heat flocks to your face and you can’t help but squirm under his stare. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and yanks them down in one fell swoop. He can’t stop smiling at the way your legs are wriggling and writhing against the table.
It’s him.
What he does to you is unspeakable.
You can’t decide if you want your legs open or closed. So he just watches in fascination as you try to decide. Though eventually it grows tiresome for him. When your legs are open, he keeps them open. Slapping your inner thighs near your pussy and strictly instructing that you keep them open. He runs a line over the fabric between your pussy lips from your sopping hole up to your clit.
“Oh you little slut. You are fuckin’ soaked.” he speaks, his eyes filled with lustrous malice. He puts his head between your thighs after moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. He repeats what he had done with his finger but with his tongue, and you can’t help but shudder and moan, clamping your thighs around his head. “Oh, no, babe. Your treat was the coke. This pussy is for me. You’re gonna give me a treat now.” he reminds you.
He frees his thick cock and lines it up with your dripping slot. Fresh tears roll down your eyes as he slowly plunges inside of you. It’s good…
It’s good.
It’s so fucking good.
“Dirty coke whore aren’t ya?” he laughs, thrusting in and out of you at a hurried pace. “Say thank you, right fuckin’ now, say ‘thank you, daddy.’”
“Mmpf, thank you! T-Thank you, daddy!” you wail, biting your lip over and over between moans as he ploughs inside of you. Your head is moved quickly to the side. It takes you a moment to register what happened until you feel the familiar sting of his striking palm.
“Stupid cock drunk girl,” he grins, “What are you even thankin’ me for? Do you know, baby? Use that cute li’l head of yours to think about it.”
“I— I— f-for letting me stay here… w-with you!” you tell him. He smiles, raising his eyebrows as if he’s looking for more. “Thank you for the coke, daddy! I love you! I l-love you s’much!” you sob, almost screaming through how perfectly he’s ruining your precious cunt.
“What else? C’mon, gorgeous, you’re happy right now because of daddy, yeah? So say thank you.” he commands. His cock throbs aggressively and the sight of the little gulp you just took slithering down your tiny throat.
“Thank you for fucking me! I love your cock, daddy, I do! T-Thank you for giving it to me!” you explain.
He grunts at that, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he humps into you, moving you further and further up the dining table. You can see a prominent vein bulging in his forehead as he fucks you with a vengeance.
“So tight, so fuckin’ tight baby.” he tells you. “Cumming soon, yeah? Can feel how close you are.”
“Can I, daddy? Can I p-please cum f-for you?” you groan, desperately.
“Yes, baby,” he nods, “Cum on daddy’s cock.”
You only wish you could cling onto him while you unfurl around him. You wish that you could rake your fingers down his back and break the skin. It’s a desperate need as you keep cumming and cumming for him. There’s no way to steel yourself. You have nothing to grab onto to ground yourself and keep you on earth with him. You are in ecstasy, moaning and clamping around him as you get through your high.
And once you finally finish, he can’t help but watch you in awe. The way the aftershocks wrack through your body and you’re spasming on his cock. He pounds you with every single bit of body weight he has behind it, flooding your walls with his white and creamy cum.
He kisses between your breasts and sucks on your tits while he spurts load after load of himself into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his essence. It belongs inside of you.
He belongs inside of you.
When he eventually pulls out, his cum can’t help but throb out of you. With each pulse of your aching pussy, his sperm is forced out. He fingers it back inside, lovingly, rubbing his thumb over your clit at the same time.
“Mine.” he tells you, eyes focused on yours.
“Y-Yes, daddy.”
“I cum in this whenever I want, so it’s mine. And you are mine.”
“How do you feel about the fans reactions to your character?”
“I’m the nice guy without weird intentions. I’m the one they’d marry but there’s always something that holds me back, and it’s Emma.”
“I love those! Not only for the angst, but it’s also nice seeing you be a piece of shit every once in a while.”
“Do you know what I’d do to someone who constantly brings up their dead crush? Not only that but the unrealistic expectation to be like them?”
“What would you do?”
“I’d throw their ashes on them and tell them it’s never going to happen.”
“I’m dead!” You smacked the armrest and leaned back in your chair cackling. “Leave the ashes alone.”
“No, a point has to be made.” He said. “But that’s better than beating someone after they lost their sister.”
“Your character lost a lot of my love and respect in that scene! Like, yes he loved her, but that was Manjiro’s sister at the end of the day!”
“I was surprised many people still loved him. That was a hard scene for me to shoot because Manjiro is a good actor. I felt bad swinging at him while he had that look on his face.”
“We know you cry during movies, so this wouldn’t be any different. It’d make sense if it was harder since you’re compassionate.”
“I had to give him a hug after we shot that scene.”
“How do you relate to your character?”
“My mouth gets me into a lot of trouble.”
“Ooo, tell me how!”
“You’re so nasty!” He laughed. “I’m talking about when I taunt people as were arguing. Like that scene where I get stabbed by Peh.”
“I knew his character wasn’t getting much love after that one.”
“It went up after he beat Shion.”
“Cause who doesn’t love a man that can knock someone out with one hit?”
“I don’t. My character got stabbed for respecting his friend's choice!”
“What would you change about your character?”
“I’d have him do his job the correct way. A lot could’ve been prevented if he spoke up, but he was like a bystander. He didn’t try hard enough for me.”
“Yeah, he just went along with it to make his friend happy. He didn’t want to go against them. It’d be fair to say he deserves some of the blame.”
“I get it wasn’t his gang, but he was high enough to give his advice and be heard.”
“He was just following the leader.”
⚄ Nahoya ⚄
“Did you miss me?” Nahoya kissed your cheek and you wiped it just as fast.
“Not really.”
“Don't be mean.”
“Last time we talked, you got me kicked out of an exclusive event.”
“I hated your plus one.”
“You could've avoided them!”
“You should've known better. I've been going back and forth with them online before the event.”
“It was a petty squabble, I thought you’d be over it. Besides it's easy to ignore them online, just block them.”
“Tell me how that block button works when people start blowing you up to hear about your night with Takemichi.”
“I didn't sleep with him.”
“I didn't say you did, but they’ll think so once I tweet it.”
“You bet-”
“Done. And you know Takemichi’s just gonna make it worst.” He laughed as your phone started to go off.
“Ugh. How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“I love that they know he's vicious and I encourage them to go darker. I love seeing the crazy shit they come up with! Hell, I add my own stories for them to enjoy.”
“Cool, what do you write? Angst, Horror...”
“Anything dark satiates my hunger. I love making the reader squirm and see my character as some monster, but I throw in some fluffy moments.”
“I have to read it sometime.” Your phone continues vibrating and chiming on the table.
“Hehehe. You gonna pick it up?”
“Shut up!” You cut your phone off and put it in your pocket.
“While we're still on it. I hate that people think he’ll just abuse the ones he loves. Like yeah he raises hell when it comes to his enemies, but he isn’t just abusing his brother.”
“You want them to see that he’s capable of love too?”
“Yeah because it adds to his character. He’s a nightmare to his enemies, but he can be a dream come true to his honey. I can be that. I’m not just a player! I love the thought of having a successful relationship!”
“Getting kinda personal aren’t ya?”
“Yes because I’m sick of people cheating on me because they think I’m cheating on them!”
“Haha, you should’ve confessed that before you sent a horde of people to harass me! But seriously, that’s not right. You should have a conversation with them at the start and be honest about your feelings.”
“No shit.”
“Smart ass. How do you relate to your character?”
“We’re everyone's obsession. I'm catnip to my peers, they can't get enough of me! If I ever stopped hanging around them they’d be devastated.”
“You're much more conceited than I remember. Is there anything you’d change about your character?”
“It's not him that's the problem. He needs more screen time and I want to see how he interacts with his twin. Or just outside of the gang shit in general.”
“That would be nice! Especially if he's much sweeter than you.”
“Eh?”
“Sou-sou said you would pick with him when you guys were younger.”
“We were kids. All kids are jerks.”
“He was an angel.”
“Have fun with the press.”
⚃ Rindou ⚃
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“It's funny,” he snickered into his arm. “They give me gifts because they think I get overshadowed by my brother.”
“How often do they send you gifts?”
“I'm always getting fan mail with food, letters, electronics, and accessories. You name it, I have it.”
“Can your fans cook?”
“I’ll never know. I'm not eating anything they send! If I take a bite I might see they put their hair in it or worse.”
“Makes sense, people do get attached to celebrities in an unhealthy way.”
“They do but I want them to know that, in reality, I'm the one that always got spoiled. I could do no wrong in my parent's eyes. Ran hated it, but he blamed my parents so I got to hang out with him still.”
“Aww, you wuved your big brother. He was just the coolest to you back then, huh?”
“You’re teasing, but yes, he was. I thought he was the coolest and no one could tell me otherwise. Even when he was walking around with the short hairstyle from the 1900s, I thought he badass.”
“How do you relate to your character?”
“We’re both sadistic, but that side comes out when I’m spending one on one time with a lucky person.”
“Would you ever do that with a fan?”
“They’d probably annoy me the whole time.”
“How?”
“Saying they can't believe it or asking me to say specific lines like, you're the only person I want to spend my life with. It would be fine if we were together, but they talk as if it's not a one-night stand.”
“What would you change about your character?”
“Hmm. Nothing. I like him how he is.”
“They show just enough of him and don't stretch it based of the fans reactions.”
⚂ Yuzuha ⚂
“Did you have fun with Takemichi? I heard you went home with him after the party?”
“I'm gonna wring that twerps neck if he keeps making a post.”
“He just tagged you in the latest one.”
“Ignore it.”
“He said you gave him a good time and he'd be happy to see you again!” She covered her mouth while she scanned the post. “I thought you hated him!”
“I do! He's wording it weirdly to get attention from the press!”
“Well, it’s working!” She yelled. “What’re you going to do to stop him?”
“I don't know!”
“Poor thing.”
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“I love that they appreciate her, but I don't think she’d agree with a lot of the things they say. I won't get into it unless it comes up later.” She waved her hand and you moved on to the next question.
“How do you relate to your character?
“I’d do anything to protect my family. Not kill them but anything else.”
“Why not?”
“I can't protect them if I'm locked up. I have to be free so I can be there for them.”
“Right. Since you're gone the offender will have a field day?”
“And we can't have that! Not everyone is strong like Taiju. My kicks will damage the average jerk bold enough to hurt my family.”
“You're just strong as your character?”
“Yep, I've always been interested in martial arts as a kid. It's lovely and dangerous depending on the fighter.”
“Is there you’d change about your character?”
“There's no way she had a shred of love for the guy who called her brother, a victim of domestic violence, a loser. That's what I was going to say earlier. I hate that people are still making statements about the situation and saying the wrong things.” She banged her fist on the table as she spoke.
“Yeah, they forget that it's a mental thing too. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't just step up to his brother. The abuser wears down your confidence until you're right where they want you.”
“Exactly! And no matter what they say, he was the youngest. As the older sibling of course I’d let him lie. With the way society is, they wouldn't care that he's the youngest or that he was scared. I wouldn't want them to know either.”
“It's bad enough he's puking blood, but you're gonna add to his trouble by calling him a loser. That helps a lot.”
“But I guess that just shows what they think about real victims because the writer did portray it well.” Her voice was much more cheerful as she gave praise.
“He did because no matter how strong you are, the chances of them being able to act like your character are lower than they think.”
“Yep, that's like when people say they could never be with someone who mistreats them but reality hits and they’re another statistic.”
“Sad really. Nothing will change if they don't try to learn the full extent of abuse and not see it as something you can just fix in a day.”
⚁ Souya ⚁
“It's nice to see you again.” He hugged you before sitting across from you. “I heard about you and Tak-”
“Lies, all lies. Let's not spread rumors. Spread the truth.” He giggled at your reaction. A flash of his silver grill blinded you for a second.
“That's why I'm here. First question.”
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“They’d hate me in real life because I’d...” He pressed his lips and balled his fist.
“You’d do what and why?”
“I’d be fighting because of Nahoya. It's always Nahoya. If he ever flirted with my partner, I’d beat his ass.”
“What if they were flirting, and he didn't entertain it.”
“I‘m the type to hurt those who hurt me. I don't care who you are, don't play with my heart. I don't deserve to be hurt. I'm a great lover.”
“Aww, I’d treat you nice.”
“You promise?”
“You’d want for nothing, but what else would make them hate you?”
“I don't cry every time there’s a problem. I'm vocal about my feelings and I often go too far.”
“Just like that?”
“Only if you're the reason we're arguing. If you do me dirty, I want to make you miserable.”
“I understand. That's why people take a minute to think about the situation before talking.”
“To those of you tuning in, send a text before you get home. Unless you want me to lash out.”
“Don’t warn them!”
“Either way, justice will be served.”
“Sou-sou, how do you relate to your character?”
“I love my brother.”
“Be for real.” You pushed his shoulder and he grabbed your hand.
“Welp. People think I'm rude, but unlike my character, I like it.”
“What?”
“It makes them change how they talk to me. They don't want to upset me because they think I’ll beat them up.”
“I'm sure it has its negative effects. Don't people assume you're being rude and try to argue?”
“Yeah, but I shut it down. If it escalates, that's their fault. They shouldn't assume how I am.”
“Is there anything you’d change about your character?”
“I don't know why he hasn't snapped yet.”
“Why would he? He's such a sweetie. He doesn't even like fighting.”
“He needs to start calling out his so-called friends. They treat him like a nurse but don't spend much time with him. It's obvious Nahoya’s their favorite and that hurts. Can you imagine being a twin and seeing everyone treat them better? And you're supposedly the nice one.”
“I see. Does that happen to you outside the series?”
“No, I'm loved by all my friends. Is that the last question?”
“Yep, we're all done.”
“Wanna grab something to eat?”
“After my interview with Tetta.”
⚀ Tetta ⚀
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?” You asked.
“I don’t care, but it does irritate me since I know why it’s happening.” He rolled his eyes and groaned.
“What are they doing that bothers you, Tetta?”
“I feel as if people like me, who have similar experiences in life, understand what the fans are doing.”
“And what’s that?”
“You know.” He was right, but you wanted him to say it.
“I do, but some of the viewers don’t. Explain it for them.”
“Just know that if Shuji and I swapped roles, he’d have ten times the fans he does now.” The two of you laughed, the cameraman raised an eyebrow. “He’d become everyone’s favorite bad boy on screen. The viewers would make stories about him being the big bad mafia leader that takes care of them.”
“They don’t do that for you?”
“They do, but it's just a handful. However, the majority have me in their non-negotiable.”
“Meaning?”
“They won't write for my character at all. But my loyal follower, Shuji, gets a pass. He loved it a bit much, even got thrills from it, yet avoids the backlash.” You tried to hold back your laughter, but he made it hard.
“How do you relate to your character?”
“I know what it’s like to have the world against you. I grew up in a country that didn’t treat me well. It’s one thing to have other kids being mean to you, but another to have adults join in on the insults and mockery. It’s tough.”
“How did you manage to keep going and not crumble at the weight of their words?”
“My family made sure I knew that I mattered. When I would go home sad, they showed me in different ways that I’m loved. They went behind my bullies and gave me double the kindness. As a kid, it helped a lot. I’m grateful for their love and support.”
“That’s so sweet, you’re gonna make me cry.”
“I’m the one that got bullied. You just heard the story.”
“The memory has me emotional.” You fanned your face with the note cards in your hand.
“Do you want a hug?”
“From you, of course.”
“Is there anything you’d change about your character?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“Language.” You joked.
“Haha, there’s nothing to change. He’s well-written. No matter how people feel or what they say, he carries out his plan because he knows if he puts his mind to it, it’s set in stone.”
“You’d leave him with the trait that has him kill his childhood friend in every universe?”
“Yeah, that’s what gives Takemichi purpose. Speaking of Takemichi, is it true you and him-“
“Thanks for your time. Hopefully, we can chat in the future.”
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Where he notices that his soulmate has been with them all along and she’s a bad ass
Event Masterlist About The Event
Notes:
Warnings: n/a
Characters involved: Kisaki Tetta
Female reader, you/yours
"How did the date go?"
Kisaki's voice wafted through the empty office as he spoke, with his soft yet daunting tone drawing your gaze away from the window you had been staring out of for the past hour.
"Same as always. He was looking for a woman they could treat like a child and I didn't want to deal with his shit."
He scoffed at your bluntness but didn't bother saying anything else as you finally moved towards his desk to analyze the alliance contracts he had drafted.
It was only when you were looming over his shoulder with a paper clutched between your fingers that he spoke, this time with his tone holding the familiar calculative lilt you were used to.
"Maybe you should try looking for your soulmate instead of letting our idiot members rope you into blind dates."
You didn't bother turning towards him, but there was no mistaking the way your grip on the paper tightened, with the new crinkles paying testament to your annoyance.
"You and I both know the soulmate bond is only for those fortunate enough to live a normal life."
"It's adorable how you don't want to drag your fated someone down here with you."
This time you didn't bother hiding the glare you sent his way, but after years of being subjected to your deadly stares, Kisaki was practically unaffected by your hostility.
"But what if it's someone we already know?"
His question had you turning to keenly stare at Kisaki as he set down and gave you his undivided attention.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, did you ever bother checking?"
The small shake of your head was enough of a response for Kisaki to completely turn towards you and flip over your left wrist.
His fingers delicately trailed over the black glove many chose to wear to conceal their marks before swiftly tugging the soft material away to reveal the mark you had committed to your mind's eye ever since it formed.
A mark that was completely identical to the one on his wrist.
Seeing the two marks together was shocking enough to have you quickly tug your hand away, choosing to cradle it against your chest as if you had just been burned.
"Did you know?"
Kisaki's eyes remained on your wrist even as you asked the question, only choosing to meet your gaze once you called out his name.
"Of course not."
You had known him long enough to be able to tell when Kisaki as lying. Perhaps that was why it was so easy for you to nod along to his reply and take to leaning against his desk again.
"The mark materialises the day you see your soulmate for the first time."
Kisaki's voice was a little above a whisper as he repeated the statement your parents would always repeat when asked about the marks on their own wrists. But unlike them, he sounded more shocked than wistful.
"How were we stupid enough to not realise ours happened at the same time?"
He shrugged at your outburst but was quick to reach out and once again hold onto your wrist, this time with his fingers delicately trailing over the mark.
The two of you remained like that for a bit; with neither of you bothering to voice your concerns even as you analysed the marks that bound you together.
"Apparently, we're fated to be each other's."
Kisaki finally left his chair as you spoke, with the action making you hesitantly lean further into his desk.
"And you're fine with that?"
Kisaki was never one for proximity, perhaps that was why you were so surprised to see him get so awfully close to you, with one of his hands resting on the desk behind you while the other idly fiddled with your hair as he awaited a response.
"I guess if it had to be anyone I'm glad it's you."
You couldn't help but cringe at how uneven your voice was.
Enemies both big and small were nothing for Kisaki's right hand known for her strategy and strength, yet somehow a little bit of proximity was enough to have you cower away.
He leaned in closer until your foreheads touched, with the action making you slip your eyes shut even as your heart began to run rampant.
"But maybe try not to get into any more relationships for now."
You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips at his words, with the sound making Kisaki pull away with a smile of his own.
The two of you must have been the most peculiar pair of soulmates; two people so close yet so awfully apart. You had been by each other's side ever since you were angsty teenagers who thought they could run the world to the people who actually did.
Yet somehow, you had never thought of actually being together.
You knew things would change between the two of you come morning, but you couldn't help but feel comforted by the thought that it was Kisaki who you were meant to be with.
For whether you were fated to fall together or rise with one another, it would be together. And that was good enough for you.
He’s spoiled in more ways than one! His family and friends always wind up letting him have his way or what he wants eventually. Because nobody ever seems to tell him no it’s not surprising that Souya believes he’s entitled to everything, including you. He’s always so quick to grope and touch you as he pleases, not bothering to get permission because you belong to him so it’s not wrong. When he asks for head and you decline he bitches and moans until you give in, sometimes threatening to hurt you when you don’t budge.
Souya won’t ever see it as rape or think it’s unfair because he’s always spoiling you and giving you stuff. So it’s only unfair when you're refusing to let him put it in, even when he offers to do all the work. Some guys like to beat the shit out of their spouses and could care less about making them happy. Yet, he’s always treating you kindly, buying you anything you ask for, and letting you anything (but leave him)! Who’s to say he wouldn’t turn out like them if you keep making a problem when he’s asking you for relief? Needless to say, you give in for the sake of not being beaten.
CHIFUYU MATSUNO [GENDER NEUTRAL | AFAB! READER]
He says that he doesn't mind waiting until you’re more comfortable around him. He knows that since he did force you into dating him it’ll take some time before the two of you get there. It didn’t bother him one bit. Chifuyu would settle for a forehead kiss or something else intimate, like cuddling together. You think that he’s respecting your boundaries but he’s still counting the days until you let him fuck.
Slowly Chifuyu becomes a problem, giving you a little push. It starts with demanding to make out, I mean it’s been six months what’s the harm in a little kissing? Sucking on your neck and leaving kisses because that's part of it remember? Then a month later he wants to touch you all over. Let him massage your breasts, and pinch your nipples a bit before he kisses them. Rubbing against your ass as you cuddle before he starts dry humping you, chasing his orgasm. It’s not long before Chifuyu has you naked, telling you to breathe before putting the head in. Don't be mad though, it’s part of the relationship it only means it’s getting stronger.
DRAKEN [KEN RYUGUJI] [GENDER NEUTRAL]
It’s always the “nice guys” that do the scummiest shit and try to reason that they're still better than most. Draken doesn’t beat his darling and he sure as hell doesn’t keep asking them for sex after they’ve told him to stay the fuck away. That’s because he’s a nice guy, great even. He fixes you a meal, even though he’s the one that works after he comes home. He’s got gifts and he’s apologizing for making you uncomfortable as you’re finishing your food.
He carries your limp body to the bedroom ready to unleash his frustrations onto you. He’s been waiting to fuck you ever since he first brought you to his apartment but it was always a no. It was understandable at first, but you’ve been here for a year now and he just wanted to ravage you. But because Ken isn’t the type of man to hit his darling or force them into having sex, he drugged you. This way you’d both get what you want. He’d be able to fuck you while you retain no memory of it whatsoever. Don’t worry though, he’ll clean you up and give you some pain medication if you wake up sore.
EMMA SANO [GENDER NEUTRAL| AMAB! READER]
You’d think out of everyone on this list she’d be more considerate of your feelings. Then you remember that this is the same woman that cut herself and threaten to tell her brother you did it. Emma's going to get her way regardless of how you feel. If she wants to suck your dick what are you gonna do, say no? She’s being nice enough to service you instead of chasing her own pleasure, maybe just enjoy it.
It's no different when she walks around wearing lingerie in an attempt to turn you on. You tell Emma to leave you alone but she pushes your shoulders into the couch before straddling your waist. You could compliment her, maybe even thank her for getting pretty for you, or she could take what she wants and starve you tomorrow. The choice is your, kind of. Don’t worry though, she’s always going to make you cum at least three times, just to show you that she can always get you there.
KOKONOI HAJIME [GENDER NEUTRAL]
He’s asking “Then what am I paying for?” after you put up a fight against him trying to get more than a heavy petting session. He said he loved you, gave you anything you’d ask for, and has put up with your attitude more than he would’ve liked. When exactly is this going to be a relationship that benefits him too? Why is he always giving to you, emotionally and physically, but gets nothing in return?
You don’t want to share a room, you don’t want to be close, you don’t want to say you love him. But you do like spending his money, right? You like what comes with being with him, the gifts, trips, food, and anything in between yet you don’t want to do shit for him. Say what you want but he’s not going bat an eye when you’re begging him to get off you. He’s too caught up in the thought of taking what’s rightfully his. If you’re upset after he has his fun he’ll throw money at your naked body. That makes it even for you, right?
PAH-CHIN [HARUKI HAYASHIDA] [GENDER NEUTRAL]
You don’t want to fuck? That’s fine he’s patient and he’s more than fine masturbating if he’s turned on. Pah won’t force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but he isn’t perfect. For some reason, he likes to show you porn, unwarranted. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’d randomly pull up a porn vid he saved or a nude photo saying “this is what we could do”, “does that look like something you’d try?”, “can’t wait to do this”. As if that isn’t sexual harassment!
Pah doesn’t think it’s a problem though since he’s not touching you or anything. All he did was show you a video! So he truly can’t understand why you’re still pissed at him, just say “yes” or “no” to the question and let that be it. Don’t act like he’s forcing you to suck his dick or something, but he’ll wait a few days before showing you another porn clip. You’re clearly in a mood right now. Even though he hates when you blow up on him, Pah will buy you something nice to make you happy again.
TETTA KISAKI [GENDER NEUTRAL]
Are you serious right now? How many times has he told you that your purpose is to please him in any way, shape, or form? Just as he’s obligated to fulfill your needs and provide a good life to you, you’re obligated to spread your legs on his command. Do you really have to be reminded of this every single time he tells you to be ready for him when he finishes his work? After you’ve been with Tetta for three months, you should know how things are.
During your first few months being Tetta’s spouse, he was kind enough to give you space and not pester you for anything, opting to be nice to make him look approachable. The only time he mentioned sex is when he told you his expectations, and how he wants your future to be. But time has passed, so you won’t be given the same courtesy. He’d take you without hesitation not bothering to be gentle since it’s going to be a reminder of your job. Next time you’d be more willing if you don’t want to be in pain.
It's all fun and games, but there are times when he gets carried away because whenever he rough houses with his friends they allow him to go all out. If he hits you too hard, he quickly brings you into his chest and keeps saying he's sorry.
Taiju
Doesn't know why you're so eager to go, but he indulges since he knows that he's going to let you think you're winning just so he can overpower you and start showering you with kisses and turn it into something fun.
Ran
He ends up tapping out because you hit him too hard after he told you not to be afraid to go all out. When he comes to he’s playfully bitter and curls into you saying how he deserves to be treated better.
Tetta
Never will he ever give you a chance to put your hands on him because he's always thinking about the what-ifs since he knows he can be the worst at times. Instead, he’ll ask if you'd wanna have a game of hide n’ seek.
Baji
If you fight outside, both of you end up with a lot of grass stains since he avoids hitting and does things like tackling. He doesn't care if you're punching him but the fun ends if you aim for his face.
Rindou
You end up with your joints locked because he takes your smack talk seriously and decides to prove that he's the better fighter. While you're groaning he starts boasting about his win and asks you what he gets for it.
