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[haitanisbug]

JJK Street Racers

Includes: Toji, Gojo, Sukuna, Geto, Choso, Nanami, Naoya

CW: contains some smut, 18+ minors DNI, explicit language

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He’s a retired street racer now. Rumors of his reckless younger days follow him like a shadow. Now, he is Gojo’s acting manager and he co-owns the mechanic shop with Nanami. You and Toji frequent some of the underground clubs, and one night while Toji’s got a cigarette in between his lips and is running some poker game, you head over to the bar for a drink. A new bartender walks up to you and asks for your order, “I’ll add it to your tab.” he says.  The senior bartender overhears, “no”, he glances at you “that’s Toji’s girl. She doesn’t owe us anything.” As you’re talking to the senior bartender, he mentions that back in the day Toji used to be the king of street racing. “Crazy, fucking reckless he was. He used to pull the most unbelievable stunts. No regard for his own life too.” You don’t really believe that because of the way that Toji is always on Gojo’s ass after Gojo pulls some stupid stunt

Until one night, Toji takes you out on a late drive in his 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. He’s got one hand on the wheel and the other one is traveling under your skirt. After getting handsy with you for a while he finally pulls over to the side of the road. It’s not an extremely busy area but it’s certainly not hidden. And as much restraint he tries to have, at the end of the day Toji is not a patient man. He all but throws you in his back seat and starts fucking you into his vegan leather. He’s going so hard, holding onto the door above you for leverage and the whole car is shaking. It’s obvious what the two of you are up to, and when a cop car drives past and then backtracks, you know you’ve been busted. Toji is not about to get arrested for public indecency of all things.

He tugs on your lip one last time with his teeth, swings into the driver's seat, and says “come on doll, get up here and buckle up.” He leaves you no time before he’s speeding back onto the road. A grin tugs at his scar, and the flashing lights behind you put a harsh glow on the snake tattoo creeping up his neck. The cop car is trying desperately to catch up with Toji at this point. When he gets to the highway he baits the police car as if it has a chance against Toji Fushiguro. You scream when Toji suddenly pulls the wheel and slides his car underneath a semi-truck to get across a lane of traffic. And after Toji pulls off that move with all the ease in the world and loses the cop, he lets out a sharp laugh. You curse yourself for thinking that Toji ever left his reckless side behind.

GOJO SATORU

Gojo as a street racer can be summed up in two words: absolute menace. He drives thoughtlessly and at breakneck speeds. On top of that, he goes through cars like he goes through women. He’s got a new one every week. This is usually because he’s always trying out some new trick that he wants to pull during a street race, and he usually fucks up his car doing it. Toji is his manager/sponsor. He gets Gojo’s racing gigs and he also teaches him driving skills on occasion. Gojo infuriates Toji with the number of stupid stunts he pulls, because if Gojo loses his life… well then Toji loses one of his main sources of income. Gojo might have tried pulling Toji’s special move of driving under a semi-truck to get across a lane of traffic. He only really wanted to try it to prove to Toji that he’s a better driver than Toji ever was. Gojo just barely made it through and scraped up the paint job on his car. Toji yelled at him for a solid 30 minutes about it (secretly he was impressed that Gojo got that trick down on the first try, but Gojo never has to know that).

The cars that Gojo drives are always super tricked out and flashy looking. He wants people to know it’s Gojo Satoru when he’s overtaking them in a race. And the best way of doing that is by having the most garish looking car. Vibrant colors, underglow lights underneath his car, and of course one of Geto’s beautiful designs on the hood.

Gojo usually cycles through women but you’re a different case. You were one of the flag girls for a race, but promptly ignored Gojo the first time he tried to flirt with you (Sukuna never lets Gojo forget how you snubbed him). After persistent flirting, he managed to get you to agree on a date him. Whenever he wins a race he’ll do donuts around you and then parks his car, drags you over to it, and starts making out with you on top of the hood.

“That’s fucking gross, get some fucking tinted windows and fuck her in your car Gojo” Sukuna complains.

“Not enough room! And don’t act like you don’t want to watch” Gojo taunts with a wink.

“Fucking exhibstionist.” mutters sukuna. And Gojo just laughs at that.

SUKUNA

Sukuna is driving around Tokyo with the loudest car he can get his hands on. He’s always playing bass boosted music and his car has mufflers on it, so it revs crazy loud. His cars during street races are painted matte black and it's basically impossible for other drivers to see him during races. He does this on purpose, the only thing alerting other racers to Sukuna’s presence is his loud engine. Once they hear it, they know he's about to take their ass down. It's terrifying, the way he acts in the shadows. Sukuna is extremely talented at drifting and brags about it nonstop. He’s known as the King of Drifting in the Tokyo circuit, and most people think he's the best drifter in all of Japan.

Sukuna and Gojo are enemies, turned to friends, turned to rivals during races. Sukuna is not managed by Toji, but he still goes to Toji and Nanami’s shop for updates on his car. He and Geto talk for ages about new motorcycles and Gojo is always sitting on the couch in the garage complaining about how Sukuna is stealing Gojo’s best friend (“shut up Satoru!” Geto will say. “Maybe I'd talk to you if you knew shit about motorcycles!”). Sukuna loves muscle cars and in his free time he drives them around Tokyo, windows down, aviator shades on, cigar in his mouth and you in the passenger seat. The hour before a street race starts, he’ll drag you into his car in the prep area. “Come here baby, you've gotta put your work in too.” He all but growls in your ear as he places you on his lap in the driver's seat.

“ ‘kuna, there's so many people around. They're totally going to know what we're up to in here.”

“Blacked out windows baby, thank Geto for the extra dark tinting. No one will see a thing. You want me to win don't you? Now get to it.” Sukuna lays back, and puts his hands behind his head as he watches you bounce on his dick. After a while he starts thrusting into you from below, power bottoming you all while smoking on a cigarette.

After he wins the race, you jump into his arms when he gets out of his car. “Thanks for being my good luck charm baby.” he whispers into your head.

Gojo is complaining about unfair rules in the background and Sukuna laughs deeply shouting back at him “Just accept that you got your ass handed to you Satoru!”

GETO SUGURU

He specializes in detailing the interior and exterior of cars. His signature art style is prominent; anyone can easily pick out a car that was detailed by Geto. Oftentimes he puts his original drawings on the hood of Gojo’s cars. All of the other guys in the shop get frustrated with how fast Gojo cycles through cars, but Geto secretly loves that his best friend is a menace. It means that Geto can try out his designs all of the time, and because of the practice, he’s become one of the most skilled and badass detailers in all of Tokyo. He’s an artist at heart and loves trying out his designs on your body too.

“Baby, take your shirt off. I've got this new idea I wanna try,” he says. And then proceeds to paint a fucking dragon up your body and all over your chest. He definitely gets distracted and starts sucking at your nipples but that's a story for another time. He has two intricate tattoo sleeves running up and down his arms. They both depict two different colored dragons, with dragonflies perched around them. Your favorite thing to do is trace them when Geto has his arms wrapped around you at night. 

Despite being in the street racing circle, and working on cars; Geto loves riding motorcycles. He’s a killer at riding them too, he enters street cycle races once in a while just to make the competition sweat when they realize Geto Suguru is entered in the race. He loves bringing you on weekend trips around different beaches in Japan on his motorcycle. You guys will spend the whole day driving places and then usually picnic on a beach and watch the sunset, your back to Geto’s prized bike.

He has a garage full of different bikes at his house and absolutely LOVES fucking you over them. It’s his two favorite things in the world, combining the both of them... what could go wrong? Well, you’ve definitely knocked over your fair share of bikes doing this and have damaged a good amount of them too. But Geto is absolutely addicted to seeing your body splayed out on his bike, and if this is his vice then he’ll just have to accept the consequences because he’s not changing anytime soon. 

CHOSO

He works at the shop as the main mechanic and repairman. He’s one of the best in Tokyo too. He’s always servicing Gojo and Sukunas cars because of how much those two push their engines. And the only reason their cars aren't beat to shit is because of Choso tricking out their engines with special parts. Choso always has some manner of grease all over his face (the first time you met him you thought the tattoo across his nose was just a grease streak.)

You're always hanging around the shop and spending time with Choso while he tinkers on the cars. He doesn't mind, and your presence is always reassuring to him. Sometimes when you get especially bored, you’ll beg Choso to give you some attention. He’s laying back on a creeper under the body of the car, working on something and when you start whining he’ll slide out from under the car. He’s giving you a stoic expression but he pairs it with a “ ‘cmere angel.” He gets up and pulls you in for a sharp kiss and then gets back to work under the car.

That satisfies you for a while until he moves to work on the engine. He has the hood propped up and you’re curious about what he’s doing. As you walk over to him he brings you in front of the hood and stands behind you while he starts pointing out parts of the engine. He plays it off like he’s helping you learn, but the short skirt you wore has been driving him crazy all day, and he’s at his limit. You lean over to look at some intricate part of the engine and suddenly his presence is right up against your back. His hips are aligned with your ass and Choso leans over you and begins to kiss up your neck. He’s rubbing his hands all up and down your body.

”Choso.” you whine. “Your hands are filthy, you’re going to get grease all over my clothes!”

“I’ll just buy you a new shirt baby,” he whispers

“Choso - mpf!” He suddenly turns you around and smashes his lips against yours. He uses one hand to grip your waist and the other hand slams the hood of the car down. He pushes you onto the hood and towers over you while he’s kissing all over your face and neck. You’re panting, was it always this hot in the garage? Geto walks in and suddenly turns around. He does not need to see this shit on a Monday afternoon. He’ll chew Choso out later for making out with you on top of the hood he just detailed smh.

NANAMI KENTO

He’s the co-owner of the mechanic shop with Toji and he primarily deals with all the payments, betting, and underground deals. The money from the shop alone can’t pay for the cost of buying out cops and all the racing cars the boys need (especially because Gojo is wrecking his cars every other week). So that means Nanami and Toji have to resort to dealing with illegal shit too. They’re selling drugs, weapons, and super rare race car parts. Nanami is definitely dipping his hand into Yakuza shit at this point.

Nanami spends a lot of Friday nights in clubs making deals with other people in the black market. He brings you along to these because Nanami feels stronger in your presence (and he’s very weak to your puppy eyes begging him to take you with him). One night he’s meeting with one of the heads of a small-time gang. He’s got you seated in his lap, fingers rubbing small circles on the top of your thigh. You’re drinking champagne and you pretend to drift off while you’re listening to the men talk. You’ve been with Nanami a long time, and when you first started seeing him you would spend your Friday nights with the other guys at the races. At this point, you’ve seen enough races to last you a lifetime and they don’t bring the same thrill that they used to. Now you get your adrenaline rush watching Nanami make other men cower under his sharp gaze, quick wit, and threatening mannerisms. There are rumors of Nanami pulling out a gun if a deal goes wrong..you can neither confirm nor deny those.

After business is done, he’ll lead you, with his hand on your back, to his grey Ford GT. It’s not a super flashy-looking car for his status (not like any of Gojo’s), but it's sleek and fits Nanami well. It’s an easy way to brag about his wealth without attracting unwanted attention all of the time. Just like his car, Nanami plays you the same way. On the outside, he looks unassuming, but you know exactly where the night is headed with that look in his eyes. He’ll have you bent over the kitchen counter in his penthouse screaming his name soon enough, and you’ll pity the men who Nanami deceives with his schemes. If he’s this unforgiving with the body of the woman he loves, then his business partners stand no chance.

NAOYA

If Gojo can be described as a menace while racing, Naoya is the devil incarnate. He’s an absolute dirty racer and treats racing as a game, almost as if it’s a joke to him. He purposely bumps into other cars, speeds into them to rear-end them, slows down suddenly so they rear-end him, all manner of flashing lights on his car for distraction, you name it…. If it can be done, Naoya will do it unabashedly.

The Zenin family is a pretty old and established name within Tokyo (they’re yakuza). They make money wherever it can be had, and a lot of it includes illegal dealings, obviously. They’ve got a hand in the street racing circuit and they train members to dominate in races. It’s a great way to manipulate betting, to make easy cash, and to get people indebted to them. Naoya is heir to the Zenin family, so he doesn’t need to trifle with the petty business of racing, but he’s got a natural talent for it (Gojo and Sukuna are loath to admit this). Naoya shows up shirtless to every single race; he likes to flaunt his tattoo that marks him as a Zenin. It covers the left side of his pectoral, travels over his shoulder, and trails across his back to the base of his spine. He’s also got his left nipple pierced. Because of his daddy’s wealth, he has unlimited access to all sorts of rare engine parts. He gets shipments from overseas and tricks out his car. Racers have to deal with his unbeatable engine, god-given talent, and foul attitude.

When he’s not racing to create chaos, Naoya is lounging at one of the Zenin underground clubs. He’s the owner of a specific one in the middle of the red-light district and he likes to run illegal fight matches amongst other acts of debauchery. On Saturday nights he can be found splayed across one of the black leather couches, shirt unbuttoned, piercing glinting in the neon lights, and you seated on his lap. His favorite thing in the world (other than his depraved hobbies), is fucking you rough and feeding into his unadulterated desire for you. He loves fucking you over the hood to his car. Using his belt, Naoya ties your hands behind your back. He bends you over the hood of his car and smashes your cheek into the cool metal.

“Can’t have your nails scratching up my paint job, can I sweetheart?” He tugs at your restraints a bit. You’re completely naked at this point and Naoya makes quick work of his pants.

“Please Naoya…” You’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point; for his cock or for his mercy? He lost tonight’s race and fury is emanating off his body in waves.

“Shut. Up.” He growls in your ear as he sheaths himself inside you with minimal prep a scream tears through your throat and Naoya laughs.

“That’s right baby, if I can't destroy the competition in racing, let them know what I can destroy.” He leans his body right up against yours and plants both his hands above your head. The touch of his nipple piercing in freezing on your heated back.

“Fucking cunts.” Naoya says, and his thrusts amp to a bruising pace. “I’m going to fucking rip the engine out of Sukuna’s precious car and then I’m going to shove his spark plug into Satoru’s eye.”

As Naoya is cursing out his competition, your body is sliding up the hood further and further. Your cheek is burning from the friction.

“Naoya….. ‘s too much.” you whimper and tears are pricking at your eyes. “Please…” Naoya has no clue if you’re talking about the pain or the stimulation but he keeps up his pace until you cry out his name one last time as you finish. Your drool is dripping onto the hood, and you’ve moved so far up it, your cunt has leaked all over it too.

“Look at you. I’ve got you all tied up and you still managed to mess up my car. I should have you clean it up.” Annoyance is laced through his voice. You move to stand and fulfill Naoya’s request, when suddenly he shoves your head down again, near the part of the hood that's covered in your slick.

“Nuh uh, you’ll clean it with your tongue.”

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[haitanisbug]

YANDERE! Bonten punishing you for faking an orgasm

cw: yandere. Noncon. Orgasm control. Orgasm denial. Humiliation. Degradation. Sir kink. Restraints. Exhibitionism. MINORS DONT INTERACT.

You faked an orgasm because you wanted him to get off of you as quickly as possible. These nights are always exhausting for you, tending to his needs. So when you figure out you can fake it to get it over quicker, that’s exactly what you do. But you forget that he’s perceptive and obsessed with you. He’s spent the past few months stalking you and tracking your every emotion. You’re a fool for thinking you’d be able to fake something as passionate as an orgasm. So, like the good boyfriend he is, he has no choice but to punish you for your poor decision:

MIKEY, RINDOU

He’s pissed that you’d have the audacity to fake an orgasm with him. So if it’s an orgasm that you’re avoiding, then it’s an orgasm he’ll give you. And oh boy does he give you an orgasm. Or many.

He starts with tying you down on his bed, spread eagle so he has easy access to your cunt. He’ll fuck you with his tongue first. Spearing your pussy and then flicking back to your clit so quickly that it has you cumming all over his lips. He’s memorized everything about you so of course he’s memorized the quickest way to bring you pleasure. Then he’ll fuck you with his fingers, spreading you out and rubbing your warm, gummy walls. It has you desperately trying to push your hips into his hand, trying to get more friction. But the restraints are tight and you can only take what he gives. He chuckles at your desperate movements and brings you to yet another orgasm.

You can’t be enjoying this, it’s punishment after all. So the last thing he does is secure a hitachi wand right up against your clit. He ties it securely and plugs it in and then just leaves it there for hours. You’re cumming over and over again, subjected to this relentless torture on your clit. Sometimes he’ll walk in with a glass of whisky in hand and sits in the corner to watch you. He just observes how your back arches off the bed when you’re close, your hands come up to grip at the rope burning as your palms tug it, the way you body flails as you’re pushed over the edge again, the cum that seeps out of your cunt and dribbles onto the sheets underneath you, the tears that trek down your face and ruin your poor makeup. He loves it all, and he watches it as if it’s entertainment made just for him. Then he’ll wander out of the bedroom for a bit, letting your pleas and sobs become background noise for whatever dull TV program he’s watching in the living room.

After hours of this punishment, he comes back into the room and turns off the wand to witness your utterly fucked out figure. You’re shaking within the restraints and you curl up into a ball once he undo's them. He clicks his tongue in frustration “let me get a look at that pretty pussy, angel.” Grabbing your knees he spreads your legs apart and just chuckles at the sight. Your pussy lips are puffy and swollen. He lightly slaps your sensitive clit, and you snap your legs shut with a shriek. He laughs loudly at the reaction and then pulls you up into his arms whispering into your ear.

“Your orgasms are your gift to me, and baby I’m gonna make you start giving more generously.”

KAKUCHO, KOKONOI

If you want to fake an orgasm with him, that’s fine. He’ll let you. But if you don’t want to get relief from him then he won’t give you any sort of relief ever. He keeps a close eye on you, not letting you touch yourself, keeping all toys away from you and he’s definitely never bringing you to release himself.

But the worst part is that he still teases you. He’ll perch you on his lap and slide his fingers into your shorts. He’ll play with your clit till your mewling into his shoulder on the brink of release. Right before you’re about to cum he’ll withdraw his hand and then laughs at the cry you make from your ruined orgasm. It’s tortuous and sadistic because this little routine goes on for weeks. Constantly bringing you close to the edge of pleasure but never letting you fall over. You’re babbling at him and begging him to let you just cum, please. But this is the consequences of your actions, and he’d so much rather watch your cry for an orgasm instead of gifting it to you.

Sometimes, he’ll even make it worse. Getting you to sink onto his cock, and fucking into you. He has to be careful because you’re so needy at this point, he suspects you could probably cum untouched. But again, he knows you’re body in and out, and he’ll pull out right before you cum and he’ll release all over your messy cunt. He has you follow him for weeks, making sure you’re never trying to sneak your own release. If he catches your hand sliding down to your clit, or your hips swiveling against the kitchen counter he’ll restrain you and add an extra day onto your punishment.

Only when he has you delirious, and on your knees in front of him begging to let you cum just once, only then will he finally relent. He’ll have you strip in front of him and then cups your pussy with one hand, he’ll squeeze it tightly and say

 “This fucking belongs to me, understand?”

Once he hears the small mewl of “yes sir” from you, then he’ll fuck you into oblivion, finally giving your release after weeks of pent up desire.

SANZU, RAN, TAKEOMI

Faking an orgasm around him not only makes him mad but he’s almost humiliated by it. Is he not good enough? Do you not desire him enough? Or are you just acting like a brat? He’s not sure and it doesn’t matter. If you don’t want to orgasm that’s fine, but your disobedience won’t last long, and he will humiliate you in return.

Unlike with Kakucho and Kokonoi, He’ll refuse to touch you at all. And at first you’re fine with it. That’s actually a dream come to true. But he refuses to let you touch yourself too. And after a few days you start to get needy. He sets it up perfectly: acts as if he’s preoccupied working on something and he’ll leave you alone in the bedroom. Your hands slip into your panties and right when you’re about to start fingering yourself he’ll barge in. He rips your hand away from yourself and with an icy voice he’ll say

“if you want to get off, you have have to prove to me you really want it this time. Make yourself cum, but you can’t use your fucking hands.”

He’ll oh so graciously offers to help, and you’re unsure of what he means till he’s sitting on the couch and shoving you on to your knees in front of him, sticking the toe of his boot right under your cunt.

 “Fuck yourself on my shoe, princess.”

You look up at him in shock. He’s never made you do something so degrading before, surely he’s kidding? But his face is impossibly serious and you realize that if you ever want release ever again, you have to follow what he says. The tip of his shoes catch your clit and it feels so good, that you start to hump his leg harder. He laughs at the pace of your hips but you don’t have the wherewithal to care.

Right when you’re about to cum he pulls his shoe away, and you’re left thrusting embarrassingly against empty air. It’s no use. Your orgasm is ruined and you’re left at his foot, crying in desperation.

“Didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, princess huh?” His smug expression almost has you whimpering out pleas.

He continues his punishment throughout the rest of the week, making you try to get yourself off. And always in the most embarrassing positions and places. After all, you humiliated him by faking an orgasm in the first place, it’s only fair he pays back that feeling tenfold.

He’ll have you run your cunt against the arm of the couch while he finishes dinner and watches you desperately. He’ll have you on his lap during a meeting, rubbing against his thigh while the rest of Bonten has a clear view of your wet cunt rubbing up against his leg, pussy clenching around nothing. He’ll stop your ministrations right before you release all over his thigh, and you whimper and lightly sob into his neck. Trying to hide your face as it burns in embarrassment from the cackles of the men behind you.

It’s only after numerous situations like these does he finally let you have your release. And he makes you beg for it, and then has you thank him after your brain is almost fucked out.  When you’re tuckered out in his arms he realizes how much he’s enjoyed this week, and how he’s kinda wishing you fake another orgasm again if that means he gets to see you humiliate yourself all over.

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[haitanisbug]

HEAVEN

rindou haitani x reader

inspired by this art piece (link leads to twt)

cw: nudes. sexy shit. Minors dont interact !

Rindou and you have been dating for a while. Long enough that the relationship could definitely be considered the most serious relationship you’ve ever been in. You recognized that, and didn’t try and think too much about the implications of that fact. Rindou knows this too. He’d drawn out every last detail of all your ex relationships. He didn’t do it to compare himself with your boyfriends. He knows he’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He knows all your ex’s are a bunch of cucks. That’s why it’s so frustrating that when he pops the question, you turn it down almost immediately.

“What? What do you mean no?” Rindou’s hands are clenched unusually tight on his dining room table before you. The red city lights of Tokyo stream in through the floor to ceiling windows that accompany his penthouse. They bathe his scowl in a menacing tone, and you’re almost tempted to backtrack on your answer. But you double down, and push on.

“No... I-,I don’t think moving in with you is a good idea yet, Rin.” Your voice is small and your eyes are downcast. You know Rindou hates it when you don’t look him in the eyes when speaking but you’re afraid of what you might see reflected in his gaze.

“What do you mean you don’t think it’s a good idea? We’ve been dating for over a fucking year.. you spend more time here than at your own place… I don’t fucking like it when you’re not here.” He tries to stifle the anger in his voice but it scares you all the same.

“I can’t- I can’t talk about this right now Rin. I have to go.” You whisper out the last part and scurry out of his penthouse, leaving a seething and slightly confused Rindou alone at his dinner table.

The days after your ‘disagreement’ pass by without any more conflict. Rindou still sends you your daily morning and goodnight texts. You still go out to your Saturday brunch, and he holds your hand across the center console of his car, rubbing small circles into your palm like he always does. You think he just forgot about the whole argument, until you start receiving text messages from him that are slightly out of the ordinary.

It starts the following Monday, a whole week after that fateful dinner. You’re in a meeting with a few other clients and you get a ding on your phone. Glancing down quickly to see its Rindou, you slide up to check the image text that he sent. You almost choke on your surprise, having to hide your gasp behind a glass of water while your coworker eyes you with concern.

Rindou sent you a fucking nude. Well it’s not a full nude, but it leaves little to the imagination. He quite obviously had just stepped out of the shower. A towel is flung over the side of his hip, and hangs precariously off his thigh. His whole leg is displayed, with the dark lines of his tattoo all in view. You can even see the drips of water that streak down his leg and glitter beautifully off his corded muscle. And god his fucking muscle. He’s posing in a way to flex off his abdomen and you know he’s done this with a purpose. He knows your addiction to licking and kissing up the markings of his chest and bicep. This isn’t just some cute sex pic that Rindou is sending you to be a flirt. You know he has an ulterior motive.

These texts continue throughout the week, all sent at the most inconvenient times. A picture of his full cock, red and angry while you’re making coffee in the break room… a picture of his fingers flexing around his length while you’re in a meeting with your boss… a video of himself jacking off in what is presumably his office. His thick, silver rings contrasting against the veins running against his cock. All of these photos are done to rile you up. And after the fourth one, you confront your boyfriend about what his fucking issue is.

“You can’t keep sending me nudes while I’m in the middle of my work day, Rindou what has gotten into you!” You’re screeching at him in the living room of his penthouse while Rindou stands relaxed against the wall. His arms are crossed and he has a lackadaisical look that's almost teetering on mocking and it makes you all the more infuriated.

“Just wanna show you what you’re missing.”

With those words, you turn around sharply, sucking in a breath as your eyes narrow. “Don’t tell me this is about the other night.”

“It is.”

You stomp over to him, ready to chew his ear off but Rindou grabs your shoulders and squeezes hard, preventing you from getting closer to him.

“If you move in with me, those pictures will be an everyday thing princess. And don’t act like you’re unaffected by them. I know you’ve been stuffing your pretty little pussy with your unsatisfying fingers, trying to get off to my pictures. I still have security cameras in your house yknow.”

You almost slap him at his words, but all you can muster is a quiet curse before you’re turning your head away in embarrassment and anger.

Rindou feels you deflate. Your shoulders relax in his hold and then you let out a deep sigh before you’re looking straight into his eyes. Tears tickle your lash line and Rindou sucks in a breath at the sadness that overcomes your features.

“I’m scared Rin.” You whisper. “I’m scared of what moving in with you will mean. I’m scared of what’ll happen with you being in Bonten and me living a normal life. I’m scared of them. The guns, the blood, the gangs.. Rin.. I’m scared.”

At your wobbling voice, and shaking lips, Rindou pulls you into his hold. This affection, prompts the tears to fall and suddenly you’re sobbing into his hold. “I want to live with you more than anything Rindou but I’m scared.”

That sentence breaks him. Rin coos softly, rubbing his hands up and down your body to quiet your whimpers. Once you’ve settled down a bit, he scoops you up and brings you over to the couch. You curl in his hold and he brushes his lips across your forehead. Bringing his finger to your chin, he grasps it softly and tilts your head to look him right in the eyes.

“I’d never let them fucking touch you, angel. You hear that? Never.”

“I know but-“

“No. There are no buts. I’d slit their throats and burn their bodies before I let anyone touch you. It’s always been you. You’ve always been the most important thing in my life. And I’d burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe.”

You shiver in his hold. The sincerity in his eyes is no joke. You know he means every word. And you break eye contact before ducking your head under his chin.

“Promise Rin?” You mumble.

“I promise you, princess. You’re the one good thing in my life.”

You close your eyes and sigh at the sound of Rindou’s deceleration. Pressing kisses to the tattoo that lines his neck and then up to his cheek, you give him one hard kiss against his mouth.

“There’s no heaven for a man like me.” He mumbles into your mouth. “But you’re my saving grace baby.”

#rindou x reader #rindou haitani #haitani x reader #tr #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou x you #rindou x y/n #rindou drabble #rindou scenario #tr x reader #tr fic #rindou smut #tokyo revengers smut #tj.fics #rindo x reader #Rindo haitani #Rindou

[haitanisbug]

⊰ Yandere! Bonten reacting to a darling with back pain ⊱

includes: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: yandere themes. One mention of daddy (Sanzu). Suggestive themes (Kokonoi).

MIKEY

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath. A sharp pang shoots up your back. You’d been trying to hide the pain from Mikey for a while now, knowing that if he found out about it he’d be even more suffocating.

Mikey was working from home today, but he had a private call that he stepped into his office to take. You should still have a bit of time to get your cup of coffee and sit down before Mikey walks out and notices you in pain.

His voice drifts softly down the hall, confirming that you still have more time. Turning to grab the creamer out of the fridge your back suddenly jolts. A fire tears through your muscles and you can’t help the loud shriek that escapes you. The coffee mug clatters to the floor and your knees buckle. You’re crumpled on the kitchen tile fighting off the black that spots your vision.

“Mikey..” you whimper. It’s useless to try and hide the pain from him now. The doors to his office suddenly burst open and you hear his light footsteps dashing towards you.

His eyes widen at the sight of you curled up and crying on the floor.

“Fuck. What happened, darling? Can you hear me?” He’s kneeled down next to you, brushing his fingers lightly across your forehead. Your finger stretches out to grasp onto his.

“Mikey, I - ah.” An ache throbs at your sudden movement, and you wince as it flares through your whole body. “I hurt my back a while ago, Mikey. I think it’s getting worse.”

His eyes narrow at your words.

“ m’ sorry I never told you. I didn’t.. didn’t want you to worry any more than you needed to.” Closing your eyes, you don't see the rest of Mikey's reaction from the whisper of your words.

You feel his rough but unwavering hands travel along the length of your back. A shiver wrecks through you from the intimate contact.

“Grab onto my neck, angel.” He murmurs into your ear.

Slowly wrapping your arms around him, Mikey scoops you up and gently walks you over to the couch. Whimpers and cries still fall from your lips and Mikey coo’s soft words of encouragement until he’s seated with you on his lap.

“Don’t ever hide anything like this from me again. Understand?” His words are dark and dangerous. If you weren’t already in pain you’d have scampered off of him at his tone. All you can do is press into his chest more, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, Mikey.”

“I can’t have you fucking hurt. I can’t. You’ll stay in bed until further notice.” His fingers grip onto your body tight enough to bruise and his chin settles on top of your head. Even in this position, you strain to hear Mikey’s next words. You barely catch them, but they make unease bubble in the pit of your stomach.

“I won’t lose anyone else.”

SANZU

Sanzu has known about your back issues almost from the moment he met you. He’s had your health record on file for a long time, (specifically using the knowledge for his own torturous purposes). He’s never given a fuck about your pain before; in fact, he usually welcomes it. Finding some sadistic sort of pleasure seeing you suffer.

That’s why he’s confused when he comes home one night; you’re curled up on the couch small cries coming from you and his heart tightens at the sight. He’s never really felt sympathy when you’re hurt but he can’t help the way he drifts over to your trembling figure and sits down softly next to you on the couch. He lifts the blanket gently from your head to peek at you underneath.

“What’s got you all worked up, angel?” his hand comes up to smooth over your head. You blink at him, your expression foggy from his sudden gentleness. A hiccup escapes your throat and you manage to spit out a response.

“It’s really bad today, Haru. I cant- i can barely move.”

You don’t even have to specify what the pain is. Sanzu knows your back problems flare up from time to time. He just hasn’t seen you in this amount of pain before. This is a new feeling for him, he coos softly and gets off the couch, slotting his arms underneath your body.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, angel.”

If you were in any less pain, your eyes would have widened in shock. But all you can do is cling onto his shoulders, relief flooding your body as he carries you into the bathroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the tub as he gets the bath ready and then places you in the water, sliding in right behind you. His hands dip down to your back, and he rubs the length of it. You try but fail to stifle your moans from the feeling.

“Yea, baby? Does that feel good? Does daddy make you feel fucking good?” there’s a taunting lilt to his tone, but it escapes your awareness; the only thing you’re cognizant of is his fingers on your skin.

“Mmmm. Haru.. ‘y make me feel so good.” you murmur, and your head falls back against his shoulder. Sanzu places a kiss to your temple, and his hair falls into your face tickling your cheek. You let out a small giggle and Sanzu’s chest tightens at the sounds. Fuck. He doesn’t hear that often. And he doesn’t understand why it’s making his skin tingle and his heart beat erratically.. But it elicits adrenaline to run through his veins and he thinks- damn - he knows he could get addicted to this feeling. The excitement of making you feel good. As Sanzu continues to massage your back, he thinks that maybe he’ll try to incorporate more time like this. More time to make you feel good. If simply massaging you can get you to melt like this, his mind reels with the sorts of noises he can draw out of you with his tongue.

RAN

Ran’s alarm blares, signaling the start of the day for both of you. He expects you to wake up with him, and do your morning routine together although you never have anywhere to go. Ran says it brings him peace and good luck when you wish him off to work, but it’s usually just a way for him to sneak some extra time with you when you’re tired and more willing to submit to his advances.

This particular morning is much harder than normal, and as you turn to get off the bed, a sharp pain shoots through your back. You let out a whimper, closing your eyes and sinking back into the bed.

Ran’s sitting on the side of the bed, his feet planted on the floor, and you can feel him looking at you over his shoulder.

“C’mon princess it’s time to get up.”

You don’t want to anger him, knowing that would make everything worse but when you try to get up again the pain burns even more. A sharp cry escapes your mouth and you collapse back into the sheets. Ran’s eyes widen as he sees that you’re in pain, and this time it’s not from something he inflicted. He turns around, one of his hands coming up to thumb across your eyelids.

“Shit baby, what’s wrong?” He sounds genuinely concerned and you decide that he’s your only hope at the moment in seeking relief. Telling him the truth is your only option.

“My back...I’ve had back issues for a while Ran and I think- i think they’re getting worse.” You let out a shudder as tears pool at the corner of your eyes. The throbbing pain is unpleasant but it’s almost unbearable knowing you’ve finally told Ran a secret that you’ve been trying to hide from him. You know he’ll use this information in the future to manipulate you. He always does. But what else can you do? It’s getting worse as the weeks go by and he’s become your only source of hope.

Ran turns over on the bed so that he’s hovering over you. You can feel his hot breath flutter across your face.

“Look at me, princess,” he murmurs.

Your eyes peel open, wincing at the pain that flares down your back.

“Let me help you.” He whispers. You nod in response, your eyes shut again as Ran goes to move your body.

He gently turns you over, so you’re laying on your stomach. Ran’s kneeling on the bed, his legs on either side of you. He lifts up your shirt to give him better access to your back and you shudder at the feeling of his cold hands on your hot skin. He begins to softly massage all up and down your spine.

It’s the gentlest he’s ever been with you, and you can’t help but get lost in the feeling. His callused fingers in contrast with your smooth skin, but somehow it adds to the pleasure. When his hands work at the area of your back that hurts the most, you let out a groan. Ran pays special attention to the area, kneading your flesh with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Ran.” you whimper

He bends down, littering kisses up the length of your neck. “What is it, baby?”

His hands don’t stop their ministrations and you cant answer him as more moans fall from your lips.

“Please..don’t stop.”

Ran hums in response. You’re too distracted by your relief to notice his face pressed against your back and the smile that stretches across his features. Any other night you would have been able to perceive the sinister thoughts that are running through his head. Thoughts of holding back treatment over your head in order to get you to obey him, thoughts of finding out all the areas that hurt you the most so he can pay special attention to them during punishments. Yea, Ran thinks, you don’t realize the trouble that you just got yourself into.

RINDOU

“Rindou no.. please no, I don’t want to go.” The whine in your voice tugs at his heartstrings and your accompanying pout makes it tempting to succumb to your wishes, but he knows that it’s getting worse. The pain in your back has been bothering you for some time now. Rindou has spent the last week working from home in order to tend to your needs.

It’s been a week full of you cuddling up into his side on the bed, his strong arms massaging up and down your back, a week full of warm baths together and soft kisses.

Rindou is almost tempted to not do anything about your back problems in order to hang onto this sliver of domesticity that has resulted from your pain. But he also can’t stand the way that your eyes scrunch together when you move too sharply, or your pitiful whimpers when you try to walk anywhere within the penthouse.

He has no choice but to get you professional help. Unfortunately, he’s also just now learning that you have an intense fear of the doctors and you’ve spent the morning doing anything in your power to get out of going.

“I don’t care. You need help so you’re going and that’s the end of it. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

You turn over on the bed with a whine, burrowing your head into your outstretched arms, and Rindou sighs at the sight. He knows his words can be rough and he’s usually apathetic towards you when you make fractious demands. But this is different. This pain isn’t something that he wished upon you; it’s not a punishment or something being used to discipline you. This is pain is needless. You’re hurting and it’s not from him. It makes him wildly unsettled.

“Baby, I need you to work with me here. The pain will just get worse if we don’t do anything about it. We need to get you some help.”

You lift your head slightly and give him another pout and Rindou comes up to brush the top of your head. “I’ll be with you the entire time.” his voice softens to a whisper.

Finally acquiescing to his wishes, your arms go wrap around Rindou’s. He lifts you gently from the bed and carries you out to the front of the penthouse. Lips graze the top of your forehead and the sensation elicits and shudder from you and prompts you to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“Hurts, Rin.” You mumble.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m gonna make it all better.”

KOKONOI

“Stop it.. Oh my go- KOKO!” You’re splayed over Kokonoi’s lap, face down on the expensive chaise lounge that he keeps in his office for moments like this. You had tagged along with him to the office today. Koko stated something about “Having a long day and not being able to get shit done when you’re not in sight.” But you suspect that the real reason he wanted you with him, was the current torment he was subjecting you to.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with my back, not tickling me!” Your whines fall from your pretty lips, and Kokonoi smirks at the sight.

“That’s your fault for wearing this little number, princess.” His hands glide across your exposed back and his fingers lightly tickle at the skin. “So fucking sexy. Could fuck you right now.” True to his words, you felt the length of his cock pressing into your stomach. Trying to get out of his now uncomfortable grip, you squirm off of his lap.

Koko’s eyes darken when you escape, and he tugs harshly on his wrist so you straddle his waist. “And where do you think you’re running off to, princess? Huh?”

“Koko, you said you’d help massage my back. You’re just making it worse with your tickles” Bringing your hands up to card through his hair, you think maybe if you pout at him enough, he’ll stop his needy behavior.

“Fuck.” he groans at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp. He turns to lay back down on the chaise, plopping you onto his chest simultaneously. “I should take you to the doctor, shouldn’t I?”

“Maybe..”

Koko makes a mental note to get one of his underlings to schedule an appointment for you. “Or I could just fuck your spine back into place?”

You giggle at his comment and nuzzle deeper into his chest. “It’s getting really bad again, Koko. I do need your help. Just till it gets better.. Please?”

Kokonoi’s chest swells from the sound of your sweet begging. It isn’t often when you explicitly ask him for help. And it’s not as if he likes seeing you in pain. Especially if it isn’t pain that he inflicted himself. Brushing a soft kiss to the top of your head, Koko mumbles his agreement.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you. But I expect something back from you...an equal compensation.” Kissing up the length of your ear, his whisper draws a shiver from you “something we haven’t tried before.”

Letting out another soft giggle at his obvious horny thoughts, you sigh. “Anything for you, Koko”

KAKUCHO

“Arms up, love,” Kakucho has got you seated on the counter of the bathroom. Pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head. It falls across your body, almost a dress with how large it is on you. Kakucho moves to drain the tub where you had both shared a bath together. Your hands come to cling onto his shirt to prevent him from walking away from you. A small noise of protest leaving your lips.

Kakucho walks up between your spread legs, dipping down to place a kiss at the juncture between your neck and jaw.

“Gotta clean up, baby. Then I’ll be with you,” he mumbles into your ear. You let him go, reluctantly, but he makes quick work of the cleaning before he’s right back at your side. Leaning down, Kakucho scoops you up off the counter and carries you into your shared bedroom. You whisper your thanks as he gently places you in the middle of the bed.

“Let me get your heating pad, love.” He presses a hard kiss to your head before he walks to the kitchen and then comes back with your heated relief. He climbs onto the bed and leans back against the headboard as you crawl over to him, laying your head in his lap.

“Good girl,” he whispers. And then he’s placing the heat pad over your skin.

You cling onto his leg, a soft sigh breaking the silence. It’s dangerous to indulge Kakucho in these things. If he believes you seek his comfort sometimes, then he’s going to be asking for your affection all of the time. Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile as they say. But tonight you have no choice.

The pain in your back flared up unexpectedly, making you cry out in the middle of the restaurant you and Kakucho were dining at. He had to carry you out of the building and into the car, and the pain was so bad your vision had started to become spotty. You’re sure this was his plan all along; getting you to rely on him in all areas of your life.  And it’s working, because your head is burrowing into his thick thigh, and you’re trying to push your body more and more into the pressure of his hands massaging over your back. Your well being is wrapped around his finger and there’s nothing you can do but succumb to him.

“See, this is nice, love.”

You don’t say anything and he gives your shoulder a squeeze, prompting you to reply.

“Mmm what is?” You whisper.

“You laying here. Relaxed in my lap. Just being together. You’re usually tense when you’re with me.”

You inhale sharply, your eyes widening. It’s true that whenever Kakucho initiates physical affection, your body tenses up. He’s never mentioned it though, and you figured he could never discern your discomfort- too drunk off your touch.

“Wha- what do you mean, Kaku?” You manage to stammer out.

Kakucho snorts. “Please, darling. You don’t think I’m that dense, do you? I can feel you shy away from me every night.”

You try and object, but Kakucho presses down hard on your hurt back. A soft whimper breaks your silence and you grip onto Kakucho’s arm.

“If you ever want that back of yours to get better, you’ll learn to love my touch. Understand?”

Through blurred tears, all you offer is a meek agreement.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

“Ow ow ow ow.. Akashi!” You suck in sharply when Akashi moves his body in a way that jostles your back. “Please it fucking hurts”

“Ahh sorry, princess.” No remorse detected in his voice. You’re sure he’s amused by this whole situation. It plays right into his desires anyway; you in pain. Reliant on Akashi for everything. Him being able to dangle your needs and desires over your head like it’s some fucked up game.

The pain in your back has prevented you from walking for the past few days. Akashi has stayed home from work, opting to take care of you like a good boyfriend. You scoffed when he said that, and your resulting punishment was him forcing you to go to the bathroom without his help. After you nearly passed out from the pain, you decided your best course of action was to stop hurling insults at the only person who could offer you relief.

So here you are, in Akashi’s arms, as he carries you around the penthouse to fulfill your every whim and fancy. Akashi has taken full advantage of the situation though, requiring physical affection from you every time he helps you out. You should’ve known this is what he would’ve turned it into. Holding relief over your head, so he could act like a fucking sleaze.

Akashi gropes your ass as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. You push him off you and he steps back with a laugh.

“Alright princess, you said you’re hungry. What do you want?” His eyes are trained on you like a hawk. No matter how long you’ve stayed with Akashi, you’ve never gotten over his intimidating stare. It’s hard to see past the man who’s made your life a living hell and the countless atrocities he’s committed through his work.

You look down at your fingers, playing with them nervously as you mumble, “ramen… please.”

“Mmm, that’s a large demand, princess. It’s gonna cost you.” He laughs again at you, clearly enjoying this newfound power trip.

“How much?” You ask, with a sigh.

“Let’s say 20 kisses this time. One for every minute the ramen is cooking. How does that sound?”

“It doesn’t take 20 fucking minutes for ramen to cook.”

He gives you a side-eye, one that's sharp and harsh. You know if you say anything else, it’ll spell out a true punishment, for whenever you’re equipped to handle it.

You succumb, a small “Yes, Takeomi” escaping your lips.

“Atta girl.” He says, cupping your cheek with one hand before he’s breaking off to prepare the ramen.

After he’s finished with the ramen and feeds it to you, Akashi carries you over to the couch. He plops you on the couch, situating your body to straddle over his lap. You wince at the position, but Akashi’s large hands go to massage your tense muscles, and you begin to relax into his touch.

“Okay, I made you your little meal princess. Now give me my payment.”

You look up into his face, blinking at the way his eyes are trained on you. Leaning up a bit you begin placing kisses on his scar. Akashi loves touch, this is a given. But more than anything he loves your gentle lips grazing across the scar that bisects his face. Closing his eyes, he counts each kiss. You start at his forehead and work your way down, placing a hard kiss to his brow bone, a sloppy kiss under his eyes, an airy brush to his cheek. Once you reach the bottom of his scar, you place the 20th kiss right on his lips.

He wastes no time in deepening it. Tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. It makes you cry out, but he can’t tell if it’s from the pain of the kiss or your back being jostled in the process. He doesn’t care. He never does. His only desire is to rip those sweet sounds out of you. Your moans and groans, your soft whimpers and mewls. And especially your cries. That’s another positive for Akashi during this whole process of taking care of you- he’s found that out of all the noises you make, your cries of pain are the most addicting ones.

#mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #kokonoi x reader #kakucho x reader #takeomi x reader #akashi xreader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tj.fics #this is for the baddies with back pain #special shout out to the ones with degenerative disc disease. were the hottest.

[haitanisbug]

Yandere! Bonten reacting to upset darling who gives them the cold shoulder

includes: Sanzu, Mikey, Ran, RIndou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: Minors don’t interact. Intense yandere themes. Use of restraints (Sanzu). Mention of punishment/knives (Ran). Mention of punishment (Rindou). Violence (Kakucho). Suggestive language/implied noncon (Akashi). Violence, use of gun and blood (Mikey)

SANZU

“Dinners ready, darling!” Sanzu sounds way too excited for a man who quite literally has you locked up in his room. You’ve been chained to the bedpost in your shared bedroom, and right now he’s the last person you want to see.

Sanzu walks closer to you, a manic smile on his face as he reaches to undo the chain. You shy away from his touch and he clicks his tongue and grabs your ankle with a tug.

“Stay fucking still.”

“Sanzu?” He ignores you and your voice shakes as you repeat yourself. “Sanzu, I already ate. I’m not hungry. And I’m tired. I just want to go to bed. Can you please.. please let me go to bed?” He likes begging. You think maybe tagging on an extra ‘please’ will get you out of this situation. You’d do anything to get out of eating with him.

“I don’t give a shit, sweetheart. I don’t care if you’ve eaten enough to last five lifetimes. You’re eating fucking dinner with me, and you’ll stay obedient like always.”

He drags you to the formal dining room of his penthouse and shoves you into one of the chairs. Your hips scrape up against the marble top, and you know it’s going to leave a bruise. He chains you to the chair and then drags it as close as possible to his chair at the head of the table.

Every time you move or squirm, the chain on your ankle rattles.

Sanzu brings a bite full of food near your mouth, but you turn your head away.

“Princess, you’re gonna eat what I give you or I'll do it the hard way and I’m begging you to let me do it the hard way. Test my patience, darling, and see where it gets you.”

You can feel the skin around your ankle tearing with the force of you pulling at it. There’s no way out. There never is. You’ve tried them all at this point and Sanzu’s taking great pleasure in watching the emotions on your face as you come to this conclusion.

“I’m not hungry, Haru.” You whisper

“I didn’t ask if you were.”

You know if you push further, it’ll earn you another week-long punishment. And judging from how last week went, it’ll be much much worse.

You can’t deny him, you can’t even push back anymore. There’s no hiding anything from Sanzu and that’s why he just laughs when a tear escapes the corner of your eye.

He reached forward and brushes the tear away with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips and licking it from his finger.

“Mmmm.” He flashes you a crazed grin. “I love the taste of your sorrow. And I love how you can’t hide it from me.”

RAN

“You’ll get your ass out here right now darling, or I’ll drag you out.” Ran’s voice sounds light and teasing but you know the hidden threat behind his words. He’d do much more than drag you out of the room, and the thought makes you seize up in fear.

You tried to get out of dinner. Made up every excuse in the book, but Ran was too perceptive. He knew your emotions too well and when you tried to tell him you weren’t feeling up to it, he just laughed into your face and told you “Your feelings aren't going to ruin the perfect dinner date I set up for us”

So you’re left with your last wall of defense: acting like a brat towards Ran and hoping your cold demeanor will deter his advances.

You should have known how naive that thinking was. All the way to the restaurant he’s rubbing up on you. He’s got you placed on his lap during the car ride there. The partition in the limo was rolled up all the way so that Ran could touch you shamelessly in peace.

When you got to the restaurant he has you so close to his body, you almost feel like you’re suffocating. You know he can’t really do anything in a public restaurant though, so you curse him out under your breath. Every time one of his hands is too close to your thigh, you grab it and push it away.

Eventually, Ran gets tired of this game and he grabs at your waist, hauling you into his lap. Your once rigid body is now squirming in discomfort and Rans hot breath is brushing up against your neck.

“You’re so fucking cute when you struggle.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fuck off, Ran. I don’t want you touchi- ahhh” You gasp and choke on your sudden intake of breath as Ran’s fingers dig into the knife marks that litter your torso. He’d meticulously cut into your skin last night and the pain was still raw. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears or cries for help. So you just bite down on your lip and endured the torment through the rest of dinner.

When you get back to the penthouse you immediately shake off Ran’s hold and go to your shared room. Ran doesn’t follow and you’re beyond thankful for that because as soon as you hit the pillow you break down. You had put on a strong front all night but it was finally too much. Shoving your face into the pillow, you try to stifle your sobs and gasps.

Ran is in the living room relaxing, a glass of whisky in hand as he thinks about how your night went. You still act like a brat no matter what he does, and it’s begining to get exhausting. As he’s thinking about how he can punish you for tonight's bad behavior, he hears muffled cries coming from his bedroom. Ran laughs softly knowing his strong little darling is starting to break down.

RINDOU

You’re seated on the edge of your bed staring at your reflection in the mirror across from you. Your thigh burns under your dress from where Rindou had punished you last night. Every time you slightly move, your dress scratches up against the burn and you wince.

Rindou walks out of the bathroom of your shared bedroom and stares at you for a second.

“Why aren't you finished getting ready? Put your shoes on. Our reservation is in less than an hour.” His voice is stern. But you speak up anyway.

“I- I don’t really feel like going out tonight Rin. I don’t feel well. I think.. maybe I’m sick...” You hope the shake in your voice sounds like that of nausea instead of the pain and fear you’re really trying to hide.

Rin levels you with a look. You know he’s perceptive. You know that if you don’t pull off this fake sickness, he’ll know you were crying from last night's punishment. And Rin hates nothing more than when you sulk over punishments. Especially if they occurred a whole day prior.

He’s practical. Always has been. And he expects you to take your punishments like a good girl and then learn from them. But last night was worse than usual. And you don’t think you can handle an entire dinner with him. Pretending to be lovers while your leg burns from his vile actions. Walking out in the real world where freedom would be so close yet so far. No. You couldn’t do it. And your heart seizes up when Rindou begins to walk towards you.

He stands directly in front of you and grips your chin- forcing your neck at an odd angle to look into his eyes. His voice is low.

“If we don’t make this dinner reservation you will make this up to me. Understand, darling?”

Your stomach sinks and all you can do is nod. He tightens his grip for a second and then he lets go. Rindou doesn’t miss the tears that fall from your eyes as he turns to leave you alone in the room.

KOKONOI

Your hands rub up and down your arms soothing the bruises from last night’s fight. They still throb- you didn't realize in the moment how strong of a grip Kokonoi had. But the pain is impossible to shake off, and instead, you opt for laying on your bed curled up instead.

You had plans to go out tonight with Koko to one of Bonten’s luxury restaurants. He was going to take you to do some light shopping afterward to treat you as well. But you can’t find the energy to get up and get ready. Not when your arms feel like lead and the memory of Koko’s furious eyes was burned into your memory.

The door of the bedroom opens up and you know it’s Koko. Your back is turned, but the tension in the air is palpable and you can’t tell what Koko is feeling.

“Princess?” his voice doesn’t sound cold or harsh. There’s a tint of concern to it, and you think maybe tonight will be one of his better nights. “What’re you doing? It’s 6 pm, why are you in bed? We have to leave soon.”

He sits down on his side of the bed and reaches over to brush his fingers across your skin. You try to stop the flinch but it’s impossible and you can feel Koko’s eyes narrowing.

You shake slightly and decide to speak up. “I don’t feel well Koko… and it’s cold out tonight. Can we skip dinner for another day?”

He looks at your shaking formm and his heart softens a bit. The weather had been awful lately, and it wasn’t expected to clear up tonight. His sympathy has him agreeing to your request. “Course, princess. I don’t want to drag you out if you don’t feel well.”

Unbeknownst to him, your shaking wasn’t because of the awful weather. You’d been reminiscing about missing your old and friends all day, not only that, his presence behind you was terrifying. It was too much to handle.

Koko scoots closer to you and brings your head to his lap. He strokes your skin gently as your breathing begins to level out. While you start to drift off, Koko notices a tear slip out of the corner of your eye. Yea, Koko thinks. It’s better to stay in tonight anyway. If his darling wasn’t feeling well he had to shelter her. It was dangerous outside. His grip on you tightens, protecting you is the only thing on his mind.

KAKUCHO

Last night was bad. Really bad. The worst night you’d had since you met Kakucho. It was late, and you were reading on the couch in the living room waiting for Kakucho to get off the phone with a subordinate. He was in his home office and from the sound of Kakucho’s yelling, the subordinate fucked up.

The door of his office swings open and Kakucho storms over to you. He looks beyond enraged, and you shrink further into the couch to brace yourself from his fury.

“Get up. We’re going to bed.”

Normally Kakucho is levelheaded, and you’ve never seen him like this before. In order to calm him down, you try to sound as gentle as you can when you speak.

“Kaku, can I stay up a few minutes? I’m on my last-“ you let out a shriek as Kakucho grabs your wrist hard and jerks you up. “Kaku! My -my wrist!” Violent pain shoots up your arm and you let out a loud sob.

Kakucho had broken a bone in your wrist. And your night ended with you in the ER, stammering some sort of excuse to the doctor about how you tripped and hurt your wrist, Kakucho’s hawk-like gaze trained on you the whole time.

That was last night. And tonight Kakucho had made a special dinner to apologize for breaking your wrist. He didn’t mean to break it. He had no intention of hurting you ever. But he had been worked aggravated already from his underlings incompetance and he couldn’t stand your talk back in the moment.

You couldn’t forget the pain though, or the vicious look in his eyes from last night. It terrified you. And you didn’t want to sit through a whole dinner, staring at him when all you could imagine was his wrath. What if it had been worse? It was your wrist last night, but what if he did it again in the future and your neck was the thing he decided to grab?

“Kakucho..” you mumble as you shuffle into the kitchen. “I’m really tired tonight.. can we do the dinner another time?” Your eyes are trained to the floor, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Oh. Ah… of course, love. I’ll save it for tomorrow. Go get some rest.” He places a kiss on top of your head, but he doesn’t miss your slight flinch. And later that night when he’s getting ready for bed, he definitely doesn’t miss the way that your side of the pillow is soaked in tears.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

Akashi’s grip tightens on your hip every time you squirm. You’re seated on his lap at the dinner table of his penthouse. Every so often he’ll lift his chopsticks to your mouth urging you to take a bite of food.

His hand travels down to your thighs and you quickly snap them shut before he reaches his destination. He lets out a low chuckle whispering into your neck.

“Let me touch you, princess. You don’t want to upset me hmm?”

Your heart beat picks up but you spread your legs a bit and Akashi wastes no time running his fingers all up and down your skin. He can’t keep his hands off of them. You let out small noises of discontent when Akashi presses his fingers on the burn and bite marks that are littered on your inner thigh.

“Do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, baby. Or I’ll give you more of these tonight.” He presses hard on one last burn mark and you squirm in his grip.

Akashi continues to feed you after his assault. It’s too much. Feeding you at the same time as the slight throbbing on your thighs. You’re not hungry. Your appetite is completely gone from remembering your actions of last night.

Akashi pressing you into the bed. Akashi’s lips kissing up your legs and making your skin sear all over. Not in a good way though- making your whole body burn with dread.

You can’t escape these thoughts and if you don’t get out of his grasp soon, you know you’ll do something you’ll regret.

“Takeomi?” You turn your head around to slightly to look him in the eye. Your hand comes up to thumb at his scar. Physical affection tends to soften him up, and if you want to leave you know you’ll have to let him indulge in your touch just a little bit more.

“Can I go to the bedroom? I’m full, and I’m ready to rest.”

He gives you a hard look, one that makes you want to melt away from his gaze. But you stay still, not averting your eyes until he responds.

“You can leave if you give me a kiss.”

Your heart beats a bit as you lean in. If this is what you have to do to get out of his grasp, then you’ll just have to endure. The kiss is searing and rough. Akashi’s large hand grips the back of your neck and his teeth tug at your lips violently. You can feel the tears building up as he kisses you further. And when he pulls back it’s all you can do but get up off his lap and walk quickly out of the room.

Later when Akashi slots himself behind you in your shared bed and leans over to kiss your cheek, he spots the tear streaks there. You’ve been asleep for a long time already but they stick to your skin like a ruined painting. Akashi can’t help but smile to himself at the sight of your despair.

MIKEY

Curled up on the chaise lounge in Mikey’s office, waiting for him to be done for the day, your thoughts begin to wander.

Yesterday Mikey had business with some lower executive from another gang. The man wouldn’t stop looking at you during the whole meeting, and for the first time ever you were seeking out Mikey’s comfort. Your head was tucked into Mikey’s chest and your hands were shaking. When Mikey stepped away for a second to gather something from his desk, the other man approached. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and that was just enough to set Mikey off.

Blood covered the floor, and your shriek was still ringing through the air. Tears pooled down your face and as you tried to avert your eyes from the violent mess in front of you. Mikey had shot the guy. Mikey had shot him, just because he touched you.

Mikey turns to you, gun still dangling from his fingertips.”If they touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking kill them all.” His voice is void of all emotion.

Even though it’s a new day you can’t shake that whole scene out of your memory. So when Mikey steps towards your figure on the lounge, you shrink from his touch.

“Time to go darling. We’ve got our dinner reservations soon.” He tugs at your wrist but you don’t get up. Mikey turns to look back at you and narrows his eyes. “You disobeying me now? Is that it?”

“No Mikey.. I.. it’s just..” you’re eyes are looking anywhere but him and all you can think about is the way he killed that man in front of you last night. He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him- a silent command to speak up.

“Can we got back to the penthouse instead? I- I’m not hungry tonight.” Your voice trails off.  His his tightens his grasp on you, then he nods firmly.

His grip doesn’t leave yours until you get back to your bedroom. And you’ve been separated maybe a minute before he's pressed you up against the counter of your bathroom. His back to yours, staring at your reflection through the mirror. You fidget a bit and turn to look away from him.

“First you don’t want to eat with me, now you’re shying away from my touch. What’s going on darling?” His voice is dark and a hand comes up to grab at your neck.

All you can see is the blood. Your eyes slip shut and it’s still burned in your vision. Mikey. Blood seeping out of a body. The sound of a gun.

“Nothing Mikey. Please I’m just tired… please can I just go to bed?”

He levels you with another look before he pushes you away. “You’ll tell me tomorrow. Whether you want to or not.” You scurry over to the bed and shut the lamp off. Mikey stares at your body trembling underneath the sheets. You belong to him, your body, your mind, and and every thought that passes through your pretty little head. If you’re unwillling to submit to him, then he’ll just have to rip you apart until you do.

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[haitanisbug]

Yandere Bonten

Includes: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho

CW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY. Yandere themes implied kidnapping, torture etc etc.

MIKEY

It's taken a long time for you to warm up to Mikey, and he’s aware. A part of him almost doesn't want you to fall in love with him because he knows he's undeserving of it. He left all of his old friends, he wasn't able to protect his sister and his older brother, so how in the world is he supposed to protect you? The guilt of knowing he doesn't deserve you or his love rips at him every day but that doesnt stop him from keeping you safe and secure with him at all times.

You have the least leniency out of any of the other darlings. You can go outside, you get to travel with Mikey, you get to see other people, but the catch is that you don't have a moment to yourself. Ever. You're always in Mikeys eyesight. He sits you on his lap during Bonten meetings, he takes you with him on dangerous jobs but has got you secure in his car. He’s so paranoid about you leaving him or someone taking you away from him that he doesn't even trust you with any of the other Bonten members or any bodyguards.  You're on a metaphorical leash at all times and Mikey has no problems with keeping that leash short. This angered you so much at first. Never having a moment to yourself really messed with your sense of self. You hated Mikey for it, in the way he almost treated you as if you were an object. All of his actions towards you are calculated too. He forces you to wear a necklace with a tracking device. You can't take it off, and you know it’s just a glorified collar.

You can't stand the way he flaunts you to other people. In every meeting he ever has, the other person stares at you while you sit prettily on Mikey’s lap. It's been hours of you sitting there, Mikey conducting business and it's boring. It has you squirming to at least walk a bit, but Mikey is paranoid about you even walking around his office when someone else is in the room.

His grip on your hips tighten and he’ll whisper into your ear “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?” He reveres you more than anything, and once that becomes obvious, how he despises making you upset, how he treats you like a queen when around the other Bonten executives….. You start to fall for him.

SANZU

Does not see his darling as anything but an object that he can use for his own desire. He takes pleasure in making you cry, in doing things to your body that harms you in any way. He's a sadist. Loves pain and loves inflicting it. In his mind that's how everyone is. Where's the joy in life if you don't get to experience the sensations of pain? This is what makes him the most dangerous yandere. Because he's delusional about it all. He thinks you want to be with him because you enjoy this sort of pain. He thinks you love him because of it. Any action that he draws out of you, screaming, crying, shivering, all of it is done because you enjoy it. At least that's what goes through Sanzu’s head.

He's strict too but he changes the rules every day. Some days he demands you greet him at the door with a kiss, but the next day when you walk up to him to place a kiss on his lips he’ll get angry and punish you for not following his rules. “I don't want you to greet me with a kiss, I want you kneeling at the door in front of my feet by the time I walk in. I told you that yesterday that's how I want to be greeted, '' he says. He didn't tell you that. He never tells you when he changes the rules and he does that on purpose so he can have an excuse to punish you.

He gets a thrill out of seeing the confusion in your eyes and how you jump every time he walks into the room. You never know when he’ll punish you because you never know if you're doing something wrong. You're terrified constantly, and Sanzu loves that power. It riles him up knowing he has your life, your emotions, every reaction from you in the palm of his hand.

He walks into his penthouse with bags full of gifts that he went out and bought earlier that day. He was in a good mood, and the thought of spoiling his darling in some designer clothing excited him. He couldn't wait to get back and dress you all up so pretty, then rip it all off of you and fuck you into tomorrow. When he walks into his bedroom the first thing he notices is the chain that usually keeps you tied to his bed post has been broken. You're on the floor in the corner of the room shaking, eyes trained on the handle of the door he just swung open. Sanzu’s eyes drift to where yours are looking in fear and he notices scratch marks on the wood. It all clicks in his brain. You were trying to fucking escape. Despite his initial anger, Sanzu laughs. You jump at the sound, trying to curl further into yourself.

“See now darling, I was trying to be nice to you today.” He places the gift bags down and walks towards you. You let out a sob knowing what's about to come. “Guess this is what I get for  being a nice guy, huh? Torture is the only gift your getting today.”

RAN

If Sanzu is the worst yandere to have, then Ran comes in at a close second. Ran is sadistic but only if you break his rules. He’s extremely strict and has a set of rules that he wants you to abide by and must learn them. He has no qualms with doling out cruel punishments if you don't follow what he says. He knows you don't love him back. He's a smart guy, he doesn't miss the anger that's pooling in your eyes when he's burning you for speaking out at dinner. He doesn't miss the curses you direct at him under your breath when he has you over his knee, spanking you for not cleaning up the penthouse properly in his absence.

He's aware. And it does make him sad at times. If you only listened. If you didn't speak out so much he wouldn't have to hurt you. If you only got rid of your selfish tendencies and chose to love him, then he wouldn't have to punish you so much. But the game is fun too. Whittling you into his perfect little housewife is something he’s come to love. He almost welcomes the brattiness because that means he gets to correct you. He’ll take your feisty nature and transform it into one of reverence for him and him alone. In no time you'll be at his feet thanking him for the life and love that he's given you. Yea he doesn't like your selfish nature but boy is he taking great enjoyment in ripping that way from you.

You’ve disobeyed him again. Doing what? Doesn't matter. There's a long list of rules that you break often to get on Ran’s nerves. He was planning on having a sweet night-in with you. Maybe watch some movies and, if you stayed perfectly still warming his cock through the whole movie, he might have even let you have a slice of the cake he bought earlier that day. But you had to fuck up, and Ran wont let that go. He’s had you over his knee for the past hour, his baton in hand. Every spank on your bare ass needs to be followed up with you counting the number and a  ‘thank you’. But your cheeks are ruined at this point, and you’re trying to slide up the bed to get out of his reach. Another spank comes down on your ass and you let out a shriek. This one definitely broke skin.

“Twenty.. Twenty-five, thank you.” You're sobbing into the mattress, broken pleads falling from your lips. Ran just smiles and taps the reddest area of your skin with his finger. You jolt and reach back to push his hand off, but he grabs your wrist and secures it on your back giving it a hard squeeze.

 “I know it hurts, honey, but this is what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

RINDOU

Ran is cruel like his brother but unlike Ran, Rindou doesn’t take pleasure in the punishments he gives you. His are harder than Ran’s though. The purpose is to teach you, to warn you and to rehabilitate you. He leaves permanent marks and they leave you sobbing on the floor for hours. Since his punishments are to rehabilitate you, they’re not for fun like Ran’s and he doesn't draw them out. They’re precise, calculated, and deserved depending on the severity of your screw up. His goal is to make you into the perfect darling and do it as fast as he can. He doesn’t like the game, and sees no point in it. He wants your soft and doting touch on him now. He wants his feelings of love and your lips on his shoulder blades now.

So he’ll get the punishment done and over with, then scoop you up in his arms and console you. Telling you that “it will be worse next time but if you learn to obey me then I won't have to hurt you at all.” He’ll run a bath and drop you in, kissing your forehead as he treats the wound he just inflicted on you. It's tiring. You haven't felt another human's touch in so long, and you certainly havent been allowed to speak to anyone either. So when you're broken, exhausted from crying after these punishments, a part of you welcomes Rindou’s touch. You lean into his kisses and accept them knowing that it's all the touch you will ever get. Your future is wrapped up with Rindou and only Rindou.

He knows you’re starting to rely on him for physical comfort. That’s something he can work with. If you start seeking his physical touch then you'll start seeking him for mental comfort soon too. And emotional comfort won't be too far off. Rindou just has to say the right things to get you to fall in love with him now.

“Don’t you know how much this hurts me?” he says softly as he’s washing your body down in the tub. His touches are light and so very careful around your injuries. You look up into his eyes, and it's true. Some sort of pained expression is deep in his eyes. You think he's trying to mess with you but, if he didn't truly care then why would his touches be so gentle? Why would he sound so hurt?

 “ ‘m sorry Rin.” you whisper, arms going around to tug his neck closer to yours. You bury your head into his shoulder, a sigh falling from your lips along with another apology. Rindou just smirks as a hand comes up to cup your head. Yea, he thinks. All it’ll take is a little encouragement, and you'll be his sweet housewife in no time.

KOKONOI

He absolutely adores his darling. Spoils her to the max. He's aware that she doesnt love him back. Hes not stupid. But that's where the spoiling comes in. If he can make his darling understand that her life was shit before him, her life was nothing, and Koko has improved it by getting her whatever she wants...then maybe he can get her to fall in love with him.

 He's not as strict as Ran but he definitely has a few rules that need to be followed. He even enjoys taking you out on shopping trips.Theres a bunch of rules and conditions that go along with trips like this (trackers being placed on you, your hand in his at all times, eyes on his or at your feet no matter what, you can never answer questions directed at your or talk to anyone when out and about) but it could be worse. At least you get to see the outside world. And the rules that Koko has are always particular. You had a few mess ups at the beginning but after a while the routine and following them became pretty easy.

Koko likes picking out what you wear every day, and if you want to change at any time you have to ask him permission first. Asking permission to eat certain foods, or do certain hobbies throughout the day also have to be done. But at least he lets you do these things. He lets you partake in hobbies and occupy your mind while he's gone, and once you get used to asking permission  all of it comes quite naturally. You become his sweet demure, almost bimbo wife. Someone who can't even think or make decisions without having to ask Koko first and that's how Koko breaks you down.

After a while you start to agree that living with Koko isn't bad. He's a terrible tease, he gets rough and handsy at times, and he raises his voice once in a while, but he provides everything for you. You’ve never been so physically spoiled in your whole life. Closets full of clothing and new toys and shiny jewelry. And he provides for you mentally by making all the hard decisions in life for you.

Koko is sitting on the couch of your shared bedroom. Smoking a cigarette and going over budget accounts when you strut out of the closet catching his attention. You've got on a flimsy little number of a lingerie set; baby pink with lace and bows and straps spaced all around it. You know it’s Koko’s favorite color on you, not because he's told but because it's the only color lingerie he ever buys for you. His eyes are trained on you as you make your way over to him, plopping yourself on his lap and slinging an arm around his neck. Koko blows a puff of smoke to the side before leveling you with a lidded gaze.

 “Damn doll” He lets out a low whistle bringing a hand to the back of your neck and tugging you towards his face until your lips almost touch. “I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, understand?” He doesn't wait for your response before he's smashing his lips onto yours.

KAKUCHO

Kakucho is in love with his darling. Truly thinks you were made for each other and that the  world brought you together. So he doesn't understand why you shy away from his touch at night, or flinch when he walks into the penthouse after a long day of work. He doesn't force himself on you, yea maybe he did kidnap you from your old life...but you weren't receiving the proper type of love. No other man has treated you the way that you need...that you deserve. Kakucho adores you. He showers you with affection. He gives you small acts of love and doesn't force himself on you. So that must mean you love him back right? He totally thinks you do in his mind. I mean he's heard the horror stories that Ran told him about Ran’s own darling. You've never done anything like that to Kakucho. You don't act out on purpose, so that must mean you do love him!

He's the most lenient of all the yanderes, he lets you have free reign of the mansion. He lets you have access to TV and internet (although he's tracking you when they are in use. Can't have you messaging other men right?) The only thing you basically can't do is go outside without his permission. He takes you on dinner dates, he allows you to order things to be delivered to the mansion. Overall he's understanding and wants your love so he allows you to do most things. But that doesn't mean he isnt filled with worry about you. He's got cameras set up around the penthouse at all times. He monitors you from his phone. Of course you don't know about the cameras but what you don't know can't hurt right? Ignorance is bliss afterall.

Kakucho has got you wrapped up in his arms, laying back in bed after a long day of work. You aren't saying anything, in fact you're stiff as a board and Kakucho is getting frustrated. You're lovers, so why won't you act like it? You've barely said a word to him since he got home, and you avert your eyes every time he tries to meet your gaze. He thinks it might have been the blood on his fists that scared you tonight, but then again he comes back with blood on him most nights so why are you acting cold? Kakucho has had enough so if you won't be the sweet lover he expects, then he’ll have to draw it out of you.

“Tell me how much you love me.” You jump at the sudden sound of his voice, but you still don't say anything. “I said.” Kakucho repeats “Tell me. How. much. you. love me.”

“Kaku…. I-” you stop for a second.

Kakucho isn’t known to get angry with you, but you still want to choose your words wisely. You don't know if he’ll ever flip. If his disposition will turn sour at a moment's notice with you. You've seen the way he comes home. You know what he does for a living and you never want to be on the receiving end of that violence.

So you swallow the bile that rises to your throat, and with a tongue that seems heavy with salt you say “I’m madly in love with you. You’re all I ever think about, Kaku.”

He's too pleased with your answer, humming as he kisses the top of your head to notice the shake of your fingers and the sole tear that slips down your cheek.

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[haitanisbug]

DROWNING IN YOU

Ran x reader x Rindou

cw: poly relationship, incest, explicit smut, Minors do not interact

No one would dare call Ran Haitani needy. Especially not to his face. He’s a top executive in one of the most ruthless organizations in the nation. With his brother, they walk in the dark; foreboding figures carrying out Bonten’s dirty work, executing kills that would make the devil himself cringe in fear.

But in the presence of you and Rin, Ran is akin to a puppy. Needing affection, and attention, and greedily lapping at anything that satisfies his salacious taste. Usually, this is in the form of your bodies. Which is the reason for your weekly bath routines. Ran insists on having one night of the week where all three of you relax and bathe together. He says he likes the comfort and closeness that it brings. Rindou always complains that Ran just uses it as an excuse to paw at both of your naked bodies. But in the end, Rindou always acquiesced to his older brother.

You’re folded up in the bath tub of your shared bathroom. Your back is to Rindou’s chest, and Rindou’s back is snuggled up against Ran’s lanky body. Ran’s long legs curve and trap both of your bodies in his hold, and you giggle a bit at the shivers you elicit from Ran as you lightly trail his tattoo.

“Rin baby you’re so tense tonight, hmm? Won’t you try and relax a bit. Just for us?” Ran’s teasing voice contradicts the soft way his head hooks over Rin’s shoulder and the affectionate kisses that he places against Rin’s neck.

“Fucking difficult day today, you know that already. Bastard.” Rinmumbles out the last part, and he squirms against you and Ran. You know his aversion to touch, and his need for personal space. But bath time is a routine and you have to stick to it. Which means Rindou is always squished in the middle no matter how much he curses and complains.

You turn your head around and pout at Rindou’s scowl. “We can make you feel better Rin. We always do.”

Rindou eyes you with a hard look, and then sighs when you bat your lashes at him delicately.

“Fine.”

That one word is all you need before you and Ran are diving in. Ran’s kisses turn sloppy and trail lower than Rindou’s neck. He makes obscene noises as he suckles at his brother's skin. It’ll likely leave marks that Rindou will complain about in the morning, but now all inhibitions are thrown out the window. Rindou is whimpering in his brother's hold, and you take it upon yourself to drive him further over the edge.

One of your hands glides up to cup Rindou’s face and you bring your lips to his, while your other hand sneaks under the water to grasp at Rindou’s balls. His hips jolt at your sudden touch, but you continue your movements until Rindou’s whimpers turn into full moans.

“Stop fucking teasing, princess.” He pulls away from your lips to give you a glare again, but the sensation of your hand and Ran’s lips on his skin as Rindou’s eyes fluttering in pleasure. It’s only a second before his head falls back on Ran’s shoulder, a shudder escaping the younger man's lips.

“Damn, you’re easy tonight.” Ran says. And you know Rindou is close to fucked out when all he responds with is a broken “shu-shut up.”

Ran chuckles, and whispers into Rin’s ear. “It’s okay baby, we’ve got you.” Ran leans over to bring you closer to him. He slots his lips on top of yours and brings his hand down into the water to bump against your hand still playing with Rindou’s balls.

“Let’s switch, princess.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your hand moves to Rindou’s cock as Ran’s hand takes your place grasping his balls. You jerk your hand up and down Rin’s dick, slowly moving it up to his cock head and occasionally teasing his tip with your finger. Rin groans at the added stimulation of both yours and Ran’s hands. His hips are thrusting desperately, and water begins to slosh out of the tub.

“Mmm, fucking close. so fucking close.”

“Already? We’ve barely touched you.”

Rindou answers his brother's teasing remarks with a broken cry, and you can see the way Rindou’s muscles tighten up before he’s releasing into the water around you both. His body sags against Ran’s chest, and you and Ran waste no time in peppering kisses against Rindou’s skin.

In these moments, when Rindou is vulnerable with overwhelming pleasure, it’s the only time when he accepts soft affection. You and Ran won’t admit to the way you manipulate him in these instances. How the whole reason behind weekly bath nights is because it always ends with both of your lips on Rindou. How this is the only way that the both of you can thank your boyfriend for his hard work, and precious place in your lives.

Rindou will never know. He never needs to know. But you and Ran silently acknowledge it. Pulling back from Rin, you look into each other’s eyes and Ran holds a glint of tenderness. Bumping his forehead against yours in silent thanks, the two of you get up to finish your ritual of spoiling Rindou’s body

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[haitanisbug]

❦ Head Over Heels ❦

Pairing: Poly! Kokonoi x Reader x Inupi

Cw: contains some explicit smut and language. Minors DNI

It’s late out, and the rain is starting to pick up just as you reach the lobby of your building. Work wasn’t supposed to drag out this long tonight, and you sigh in frustration at the incompetence of your co-workers who are to blame for your delay. As you’re riding in the elevator up the penthouse, you’re thinking about your boyfriends who are likely still up, worrying about your late arrival.

You walk through the foyer and kick off your heels into a pile by the elevator. Koko will definitely scold you about that later but you push that to the back of your mind as you think about the much needed warm shower and cuddles from your boyfriends that you’ll soon get. They don’t greet you at the door and you can see they’re not in the living room either. You wondering where in the penthouse they could be when all of a sudden you hear a loud curse and strings of apologies that follow.

“Hajime? Seishu? Are you in here?” Just as you turn the corner of your bedroom into your master bathroom a gasp falls from your lips. Koko is seated on the edge of the bathtub with Inui hovering over him. Koko is bleeding profusely from his head. His lip is busted up and there’s a deep gash on his forehead.

“Sei be more fucking gentle with that thing. Are you purposely trying to make it hurt more?” Koko is glaring at Inui as Inui is pressing a cotton ball to the edge of Koko’s lips.

“Of course not you bastard. Blood is pouring out of you if you haven’t noticed, I need to press hard.”

“Feels like you’re doin it on purpose.” Koko mumbles.

“Yknow what? You’re right Koko, this is punishment for making me worry.” As you get closer to your boyfriends, you see that Inui’s eyelashes are glistening with unshed tears. You sit down next to Koko on the tub and turn his head to face yours.

“Don’t chastise him Hajime.” You murmur. “We hate when you come home like this. Don’t blame Seishu for being worked up, baby.” You place a kiss on Koko’s forehead and gently grab the swab and alcohol out of Inui’s hands. “Why don’t you get the bandages Sei?” Inui leaves the bathroom, hands coming up to rub at the tears that have fallen onto his cheeks. Koko leans over and plops his forehead onto your shoulder, a shudder tears through his chest.

“It was a close one tonight, princess. I couldnt- couldnt tell Sei.” Koko raises his head and looks straight into your eyes. “I wouldn’t have made it out if Ran didn’t show up at the last second. I wouldn’t-” His voice breaks and you gently shush him, hand coming up to trail through his hair.

“It’s okay Koko. You’re safe now. That’s all that matters. You’re here baby.”

“Whatda we do with out you, huh angel?” Koko says. You let out a laugh as Inui walks back into the bathroom. He sits down next to your legs as he hands over the bandages. His head goes to lay on your lap as you start to patch up Koko’s face.

 “Lost. You two would be lost without me. But I don’t plan on ever leaving.”

“Mmm that one was good, give me another Sei!” You’re splayed on the couch over Koko’s lap, while Inui is smooshed as close to Koko’s side as he can get.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth, princess.” Koko absentmindedly mumbles, his eyes are trained on the TV that’s broadcasting news about a Bonten heist that had occurred earlier that evening. You give Koko a half hearted glare and crane your neck to capture the small piece of cake that Inui is feeding you. Your eyes practically roll back into your head at the decedent taste and Inui lets out a laugh.

“Okay well I guess that settles it. Chocolate is by far the best flavor out of the bunch. You only need to bring home the chocolate flavor from now on, baby.” This comment brings Koko’s mind out of its haze as he quickly looks at you and Inui.

“What? No I liked the lemon one.” Koko suddenly says. You and Inui start complaining and whining about Koko’s terrible taste in cake flavor, and Koko scowls at you both.

“You’re lucky I bring home anything for you two anyway. I’m at Bonten meetings all day long, have to deal with Mikey’s ridiculous budget and then I come home to your guys’ needy demands.” The tone of Koko’s voice is harsh but you know he holds no malice when Inui goes to tickle Koko’s shirtless torso and then Koko promptly sticks his tongue out in retaliation.

You giggle at their antics and lay back further into Koko’s chest. He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Ythink you’re so cute, being pampered with little cakes and giggling at our expense huh, angel?” Koko says.

“Yup!” you’re holding back another laugh as Koko’s scowl deepens at your response.

“So spoiled.” Inui cuts in. He gives Koko a side eye, “I think it’s been a while since we taught her a lesson, Hajime.”

“You’re absolutely right Sei.” Koko goes to grab at your body as you try to escape the inevitable torturous pleasure your boyfriends are about to shower you in. He flings your body back onto the couch and this time you’re splayed across Inui as he looks down at you. Inui’s tongue peeks out slightly to wet his bottom lip. His voice filled with unadulterated desire as he whispers,

“We’re not done with you yet”

It wasn’t often that the three of you got to spend nights sleeping together. Koko was usually out at night, conducting Bonten business. But this was one of those rare nights when he was home. You were basking in the warmth of the sheets, Koko’s arm slung over your body and Inui cuddled up into your side.

Unfortunately, there were times when sleep didn’t come peacefully. With Koko’s sudden shifting and whimpering, it seemed like tonight was going to be one of those restless nights.

You were a light sleeper and it didn’t take long before you were awake, facing Koko’s distraught figure. He was shivering despite the warmth of your bodies, and you brushed back his hair to see sweat beginning to form against his brow. It was obvious he was having another one of his nightmares. They were few and far between, but when they hit, they hit bad.

“Koko” you whisper, tracing your fingers lightly against his skin, as to not startle him too much. “Koko, wake up.” You’re gently shaking him at this point.

Koko’s shaking gets more intense, and noises of distress fall from his lips. Inui gets up beside you, awakened by the noise. Concern is deep in his eyes, as he reaches over you to help comfort your boyfriend, Koko bolts upright. Choked gasps rip through his chest and tears fall down his face.

“A- Akane.” He rasps.

Your heart sinks as you and Inui share a look. It was one of those dreams, and you know you’ll be up for a while.

“Hajime” Inui whispers, he climbs over you and Koko, so that Koko is squished in between you both. “Hajime, it’s okay. It was a dream, look at me baby, it was just a dream.” Inui pulls Koko’s face towards him and brushes his thumb under Koko’s eyes, catching the stray tears that have fallen. You bring your lips to the back of Koko’s neck and brush kisses up the length of it.

When Koko has nightmares like this, he forgets where he is, and touch is the only way you and Inui have found that grounds Koko and brings him back to reality. Koko turns and slumps his forehead onto your shoulder; you and Inui rub your hands up and down Koko’s back.

“Don’t wanna do it anymore.” He mumbles, “don’t wanna see it all again, don’t wanna see you guys-“ he cuts himself off with another sob and your mind fills in the blanks of his sentences.

Usually, he only has nightmares of Akane and her death. But this time it sounds like you and Inui were included in this brutal illusion, which means Koko’s nightmares are getting worse.

Inui lets out a string of curses. “It’s Mikey and his damn agenda. He’s overworking you, Koko. You need to refuse him-“ you cut Inui’s rant off with a slight shake of your head. Koko’s shivering has gotten more violent at the mention of the gang. You carefully guide Koko down as you lay back on the pillows of your bed. Koko rests on top of your chest and Inui’s arms are slung around the both of you. All three of you are impossibly close, the weight of Inui’s arms are grounding.

“We’ll be here for as long as you’ll have us, Hajime.” Inui whispers into the air. Koko lets out a sigh a nuzzles his face into Inui’s arm. You know that’s all the confirmation you’ll get from Koko, but it’s enough to soothe your heart. He’ll be okay after this. He always is.

All three of you are getting ready for bed. It was a Sunday night, the night that you guys dedicate to spend time to care for each other. After getting out of the bath, you guys are bumping around in the bathroom doing your own individual routines but still trying to stay close.  Inui walks over to you, one of his T-shirts in hand, and pulls it over your naked body. Your back is to the counter and Inui slightly pushes you until you hop up onto it, Inui slots himself between your spread legs.

 Koko has been watching the two of you out of the corner of his eyes, and he walks behind Inupi. He leaves a trail of light kisses on Inupis bare back that draws a shudder from the white-haired man. Inui begins to suck kisses at your neck. Your head falls back against the mirror and a shaky sigh leaves your lips. Koko now pushes into you to get in on the action. He’s on the outside of your left thigh, leaning onto the counter to suck at the opposite side of your neck.

“Too much- haaa” you’re whimpering at this point. The sensation of both your boyfriends attacking your neck sends tremors all the way down to your toes.  You go to lift your arms, your left hand threading into Koko’s hair and your right threading into Inui’s. The kisses continue up your neck, they’re sloppy and wet and they’re both making embarrassing sounds but none of you care. Not when the reactions they pull out of you are so good. Your moaning is shaky now. You tug their heads even closer to you. Inui manages to find the sweet on your neck that makes your head go blank and a loud gasp falls from your lips. Koko backs away and smirks at Inui, Inui is looking right back at him eyes gleaming with pride.

“Please.” you whimper. “Dont stop.. Don't-”

 “shhhh” Inui whispers into your skin, “We've got you, darling. Be patient.”

Koko goes to lift you off the counter and your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom. You're looking over Koko’s shoulder through a lidded gaze as Inui trails behind. His eyes are locked onto yours and there’s a darkness to them, a lust that fills him so deep it almost scares you. You’ve only seen him like this a few times, and you know exactly what it means. As Koko plops you onto the bed, tugging at the shirt Inui just dressed you in, you know it’s going to be a long night.

You and Inupi are trying on a bunch of new designer heels that Koko had surprised you with. You’re in the large closet of the penthouse and Koko is lounging in the chaise lounge in the middle of the room. He’s overlooking some budget document for Bonten, squinting at the small numbers on the paper under the harsh light of the closet. You and Inupi are giggling up a storm in front of the mirror.

 Koko tries for the best of him to concentrate. He’s really has to get this form rechecked and submitted to Mikey by tomorrrow. But the peels of laughter and the sound of heels clacking are definitely distracting him. When he looks up again, he see that Inupi has got one of your hands in his, and he’s leading you into twirl after twirl, until your a dizzy mess and collapse into Inupi’s arms. Koko can’t help but smile at the scene.

You guys don’t often have days of domestic bliss with just the three of you. And seeing the carefree smiles of the two people he loved the most, made Koko’s heart sink in guilt. He knows he’s not the best boyfriend. He knows he’s hardly around. And no matter how many treats, and shoes and wealth he showers you both in, he knows it’ll never amount to his physical presence. Koko sighs in defeat and places the papers next to him on the lounge. Mikey and his stupid ass budget will have to wait.

He gets up and walks to wear you both are admiring each other in the mirror. Koko tugs Inui around and dives forward to give him a hard kiss. When he pulls back, Koko tugs you into his arms and starts peppering your face with tons of kisses. You can’t help but laugh at the ticklish feeling of Koko’s lips all over you. He pulls you both closer to him, and places his head ontop of yours. All three of you are facing the mirror now, and Koko has a serious look on his face.

“I can’t imagine my life without you both.” Koko whispers. Inui squeezes Koko tightly in a hug and you link one of your hands with Koko’s.

“You’re being extra sweet today huh,” you say locking eyes with Koko in the mirror.

“Right, what’s gotten into you? Where’s our irritating boyfriend who lives to tease us?” Inui chimes in.

With both of your taunts, Koko’s demeanor changes instantly. The Bonten Executive aura shining through when he growls “That’s it”. He starts running his fingers up and down your torso, tickling you in revenge. You squeal at the feeling and collapse to the floor, but as Inui reaches down to help you with a laugh, Koko pounces on him. You all end up a pile on the floor , Koko’s fingers attacking any exposed skin he can find on you and Inupi. The both of you are squirming and kicking and cursing Koko, and Koko is laughing loud at the torture he’s inflicting on you.

“Accept my love or accept punishment.” Koko’s smile is manic and you reach up to grasp the back of his neck.

“I’ll accept both” you say, and pull Koko on top of you and Inupi as you give him a searing kiss. Loving Koko is tough you think. His busyness, his teasing and often sadistic nature, and his violent lifestyle all make it a challenge. But being the ones to bring him to his knees, to see him on the floor of your closet, the only ones who get to see Kokonoi Hajime, Bonten executive like this. ‘Yeah’, you think. The challenge is worth it.

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Lights, Camera, Action!

Musician! Sukuna x Reader

CW: Slightly suggestive. If you are under the age of 18, don't interact with this post.

Musician! Sukuna who’s one of the biggest stars in the game right now. He started out doing trap but moved more into emo trap and then drifted into alternative and rock, and now he just does all sorts of genres, truly his music is so unique. He’s known for having an AWFUL personality. He’s callus and rude. Apathetic in situations that call for empathy. And he’s a hot shot. Sukuna knows his quick rise in fame and good looks give him a bit of immunity in the entertainment world. So he basks in that attention all with a razor sharp grin, and an acidic look in his eyes. He doesn’t give a shit about the media’s opinion, has no filter in interviews, has been canceled more times than he can count (he never apologizes much to his manager's chagrin). There are definitely videos of him around the internet where people have come up to him for a selfie or an autograph and he told them to ‘fuck off.’

He’s best friends with Gojo, pretty boy, perfect image Gojo Satoru who’s a nepotism kid and has had everything handed to him on a silver plate. Somehow they become friends and Gojo is the only person who Sukuna tolerates despite their difference in outward appearance. Gojo is all tailored suits and buttoned up shirts tucked into nice slacks. Hair slicked back perfectly and shined italian shoes that cost more than people make in a year. Meanwhile Sukuna is alway dripped in countless chains. Rings adorning his knuckles and climbing up his ear lobes. Hes always got some silky colored shirt on, with the first few buttons popped open to display the thick ink on his chest. And he almost always finishes his outfits off with his dark combat boots. Regardless of their looks, in reality, the two are extremely alike. They spend their weekends getting high at exclusive clubs and spend their nights with whatever beautiful woman or man that happens to pass their way. Their the center of attention in any city they go to; Miami, Tokyo, L.A., Shanghai, you name it, they're the ones people always want to be around. They are both the closest thing to modern-day sex, drugs, and rock n roll.

Sukuna  has never been in a serious relationship, doesn’t want the commitment and doesn’t like any person enough to spend long amounts of time with them much less share romantic, caring feelings for them… until he meets you.

You’re a new barista at the coffee shop he goes to before driving to his recording studio. He gets off his motorcycle, pushes his aviators onto the top of his head and walks through the door of the shop, a bell signaling his arrival. The staff all know him, and he can always just get away with ordering “the usual.”, but when he sees you at the register and doesn’t recognize you as the barista who normally takes his order he just says '' I'll have a regular coffee. Black. Make it a medium.” You were so busy earlier you didn't get a chance to look at his face, when you ask for his name and he replies “Sukuna.” you look up quickly, surprise overtaking your features.

 “Oh.. ri- right. I’ll get to making it sir.” You can barely hide the shock and awe in your face. It's the first time you’ve come across a celebrity since you moved to your new city, and quite frankly you thought meeting celebrities so casually like this was always just a joke people made. After getting a good look at your face, Sukuna can't help but think about how cute you are. You’re not usually the type he goes after; the ostentatious groupie or obvious celeber chaser. No, you're normal. And cute. So fucking cute, it almost makes him itch knowing he cant drag you across the counter and see the way you would react to his lips on your neck. Instead, he makes it a habit to visit the cafe the same time, same day for the next few weeks and you're always there- always the one to take his order. He definitely flirts with you every time, and he loves that after a few visits from him, you begin to dish it right back. It's not like you're uncomfortable around him, or sucking up to him to gain his favor. You treat him like a normal person. A friend.  It's not long before he’s got your number and he's asking you out on a date.

Sukuna takes you out on shopping sprees to high fashion designer stores and lets you get whatever you want. You try stuff on in the dressing room and he’s lounging on a couch outside your room, on his phone, scrolling through tomorrow's itinerary for his upcoming promotions. Every time you try on a new outfit, you open up the door and strike a little pose.

“How’s this dress look? I really love the material and the length but I don’t think it really goes with the shoes..” your voice trails off as you look back at the mirror, scrutinizing yourself from different angles.

Sukuna has an apathetic look on his face but all he’s thinking about is how fucking sexy you look in that short dress and how he thinks you should be in Peoples Magazine for the most beautiful person alive. But he doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he tugs on your wrist, and pulls you onto his lap with a low “get your ass over here.'' You let out a slight gasp as you settle on his spread legs.

“Sukuna we’re in public.”

He looks around, eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on his face “I don’t see anyone, princess.” And with his eyes full of mischievous glee he burrows his head into the crook of your neck, sucking at the skin there, determined to give you a hickey before you leave.

Sukuna who, after your relationship goes public, takes you to award shows and red carpet events with him. He knows how jarring this world can be for you, and how you tend to get some anxiety over the flashing lights and crowds of people. Sukuna always has a hand placed on the small of your back, or an arm wrapped around your shoulder, or his hand placed on a light grip behind your neck… a way to ground you and settle your racing heart. You're in his Benz, pulled up to the venue where the award show is taking place tonight. Outside the tinted window you can see a line of reporters, fans, and paparazzi just waiting to get a piece of every celebrity that walks the carpet. It's one of the first award shows Sukuna has invited you to, and to say that you're nervous would be an understatement.

“Kuna..” your whisper is barely discernible even though he's pressed right up against you in the car. “I don’t- I don’t think I can do this.” Your eyes are trained on the row of reporters just outside the vehicle and Sukuna can feel the tension coming off of you in waves.

“Y’know I’m not gonna make you do anything you don't want to do.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, and he's rubbing circles into your thigh. “But if you do, i’ll tell them to fuck off the first chance they harass you.” You agree to finally get out of the car.

Sukuna has come around to your side and opened up the door for you. As soon as your legs touch the ground, he's got an arm around your shoulder and has you pulled so tight against him, you can practically feel the outline of his muscles. You tuck your head into his chest to shield your face from the flashing light and peering eyes as you walk through the entrance. The entire time, Sukuna has got his face trained on you, murmuring encouraging words into your ear.

The next morning all the tabloids are titled with sayings like “Protective Boyfriend Sukuna? Could this new fling bring positive change to the brash singer?” and “Singer Ryomen Sukuna ignored all questions from the press, opting instead to make oogly eyes at his date the whole night!” Sukuna sees the headlines and calls them a load of bullshit, but his manager is practically worshipping you for bringing this new change in Sukuna’s public opinion. For once, the press isn't talking about how he smashed a paps camera, or how he cursed out an interviewer (It seriously is all thanks to you. Sukuna will never admit it but he knows).

Sukuna who LOVES taking you out on dates to clubs. He absolutely revels in showing you off and just basks in your presence. You both enjoy watching Gojo embarrass himself across the club attempting to flirt with a bunch of models who clearly think he’s weird. You’re seated on Sukuna’s lap in a VIP lounge area of the club. You’ve had a few drinks and your giggles fill Sukuna’s ears as you continue to watch Gojo’s abysmal attempt at flirting.

After a while, Sukuna can tell that people are beginning to drift over to where you guys are seated in the club. He's used to this happening, low-level influencers and celebrities are always trying to chat with him in social situations. They're clout chasing, of course, as if they can metaphorically suck his dick for the five minutes of fame they'll gain from talking to him. He gives them a menacing glare and that's enough to scare off the TikTok (wannabe celebrities) stars.

You're straddling his lap now, your thighs spread over his. Your Versace dress is raking up your thighs and he can see the outline of your thong peeking through. You're head is resting on his shoulder and your arms are tucked into his chest, aimlessly playing with the opening of his shirt. A song you really like is blaring throughout the club now and you're singing it lightly into his ear. A fondness warms his chest and he pulls your head away from him slightly.

“Kunaaaa, I was comfy.” you pout with a whine.

“Shush, I need to do something,” he says and suddenly his lips are driving to your neck, kissing all up and down your throat and sucking hickeys into it. You try to pull away from his rough lips but he's got a hand on the back of your neck now keeping it in place.

“Sukuna, you can’t keep giving me hickeys. It’s getting impossible for me to hide them and someone’s going to comment on them when I'm at work.” You try to keep a scolding tone, but he can hear the shake in your voice and he smirks against your neck knowing you don't actually want him to stop. Your little act pretending to care is cute though he thinks, and he just goes back to sucking at your skin with more vigor.

Sukuna lovestaking random pictures of you and posting them on Instagram. They're never of your full face. In fact, most of them are just a portion of your body, but they're always so artistically taken. Either Sukuna takes them at a unique angle or he edits the color to make them look professional. Sometimes it’ll be a picture of your hand wrapped around a glass during a dinner date, or a view of your guy’s legs as you're cuddled on his couch (your leg is thrown over Sukuna’s), or you sitting on his motorcycle facing a sunset.

He never puts a caption but once in a while he’ll put a black heart emoji and you think it's cute. Gojo always comments on these photos with some widely inappropriate comments and Sukuna curses him out in the replies (“You’re a fucking useless ass dickhead of a friend. Go find a fucking girlfriend and stop being an annoying ass bastard on my Instagram. Fuck off, white haired freak.”) The fans melt at this new side of Sukuna though. The change in his instagram pictures is extremely noticeable. Instead of pictures taken at wild parties of Sukuna doing body shots of some un-named model, the photos are more subdued and all reflect your presence in his life. Pictures of Sukuna in the studio with a glimpse of the lyrics of a new song he's working on that's clearly an ode to you, or sunset pictures with your silhouette in the foreground. Its not that you've changed his personality. He’s still the same brash man. But hes grown… matured with you around. He starts to realize that his priority in life isn't about how much pleasure he can take from the world, but how much he can shower you in that pleasure.

Sukuna enjoys spending nights with you in his mansion. He has a sunken living room with a modern twist, wraparound couch, and a huge TV that takes up almost the entirety of the opposite wall. It leaves you speechless the first time you visit his house- more than his large infinity pool, collection of Lamborghinis and Porsches, and walk-in wine cellar, the fucking sunken living room is what impresses and excites you the most. It’s your favorite place to have a date night because you love to take the coffee table out of the middle and build a fort in between the couches. Sukuna thinks it's incredibly childish; he's a millionaire playboy with access to any high-end restaurant he wants to go to, has the ability to fly you anywhere in the world with the snap of his fingers and your preferred way to spend time with him is on the floor of his mansion under a makeshift pillow tent? It drives him insane, but he can't deny your puppy eyes and shouts of delight when running into the kitchen saying that you'll pour the wine if he makes the popcorn!

So there you guys are, snuggled up on the floor in the middle of your Ghibli movie marathon, with wine in hand (poured into fucking coffee mugs).  Again Sukuna has no idea what goes through your head, but he thinks the normality of it all, the domesticity, is one of the things he really loves about you. Your ability to kick his ass and ego down a notch with your personality, and then you're able to bring him into a slice of your little world. A world that he hasn't been a part of in years, but he’s secretly so thankful for because he knows without you, his career probably would've been halfway to hell if he continued with his crazy lifestyle.

You fall asleep mid-way through Spirited Away, and he sighs as he looks down at you on his chest. You're wearing one of his large shirts and nothing else. He can see the edges of your ass poking out of the shirt as you’re splayed across his chest. Sukuna is only wearing a pair of sweatpants. You'd taken the opportunity of his shirtless figure to trace his tattoos mindlessly during your marathon.

He asked you about that one time, really late at night when you were half asleep in his bed.

“Why d’ya always trace em?”

“I don’t know… they’re so you. So Sukuna. It calms me down.”

“Thats a stupid reason.” But you notice he pulls your body just a little bit closer to his after you say that. Anyway, Gojo walks in the morning after you guys built your fort in the living room. He can't mask his surprise at seeing his best friend curled up on the floor with you snuggled into him. Both of you are snoring slightly. And being Gojo Satoru, he absolutely CANNOT pass up this perfect opportunity. He takes a picture of you two and uploads it on Instagram without telling Sukuna. Gojo captions it “Look! My bestfriend is a fucking simp~~~ (′ꈍωꈍ‵)”. When Sukuna wakes up and sees the post he does not hesitate to DM the model that Gojo is going out with later and tells her Gojo likes it up the ass LOL.

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Yandere! Rindou Haitani x Reader

Cw: Yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Violence. Mention of suggestive themes.

a/n: a repost bc I'm still rusty at writing and haven't finished anything new in a while. OOC rindou bc its sexy.

You step out of the shower onto the cold tile with a sigh of relief. It's not often that you get time to shower by yourself without Rindou’s suffocating presence with you. It's one of his special rituals, bathing with you like you’re some loving couple who live to take care of each other. But usually these shower sessions end up with you pressed up against the glass and Rindou ramming into you from behind. It's exhausting and you're thankful for this rare time by yourself. Rindou mentioned he was going to be out later than usual, and wouldn't be home in time for your nightly shower sex routine.

Deciding to take advantage of the peaceful penthouse, you plop on the couch and cuddle up with one of the very few books Rindou allows you to own. The exhaustion creeps in quickly, and you find yourself suddenly drifting to sleep.

The slam of the door is what jolts you awake. Rubbing the blurriness out of your eyes, you look over at Rindou walking in. He’s muttering something and you can't catch all of it, but you can make out a string of expletives and his brother's name somewhere in the mix.

His sharp eyes cut over to where you’re laying on the couch. Rindou strides over to you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. It’s aggressive, and his imposing figure looks even more intimidating with the dark lines of his tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. 

“Get the fuck up. How many times have I told you that I don't want you sleeping out here when I'm gone? I want you in the fucking bedroom where its safer.”

Your heart sinks in fear. Shit, you think. It's one of those nights. When Rindou comes home from a botched job, he acts more callus than usual. It’s best to accept his angry advances in cases like this, and play the demure agreeable darling.... but even when you comply, you never come out of it unscathed.

“Oh. Umm I didn’t mean to, Rin. It was an accident. I won't do it again.”

“I didnt ask if it was a fucking accident or not, princess.” He grabs your wrist and digs his nails into it as he pulls. You go flying from the couch straight into his chest and his other hand comes up to grip your face. You can feel his nails digging into your cheeks too, and you know the indents will linger tomorrow. The pain is unbearable and something clicks in your brain. After having some semblance of freedom tonight, you snap. You start struggling in his grasp, thrashing your body back and forth until you free your face from his grasp and then push him away from you.

You’re both staring each other down, Rindou’s eyebrows raised in slight surprise that you managed to shake him off.

“Get over here.” he says. His voice is low and serious.

“...no.” you whisper.

Rindou’s eyes widen in shock at your defiance. But he gets over it quickly and narrows his eyes at you. “What did you jus-”

“I said no!”  Deciding you’ve had enough of Rindou’s abuse night after night you steel yourself and speak the words that have been bottled up inside you for a long time now.

“You always take it out on me like you need to prove something! I’m sick of being your punching bag, Rindou!” You halt your ranting for a second, chest breathing hard. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue, and you know if you voice them you’ll be in big trouble. You’ve already said enough as is. But in your heated anger, you make a split second deciding to spit it out regardless.

“You’re weaker than Ran. You know you’ll never be as strong as him and it bothers you so much. Knowing that you’ll never live upto him. So you take it out on me! Like that’s anything to be proud of? Taking it out on a weak and defenseless girl really proves your strength Rindou.” Your chest heaves from your scathing words, and you try to catch your breath.

You see the change in his demeanor immediately. His aggravation turned into a fury so deep you freeze in your spot.

“i..- i didn't mean it, Rin. I swear, Rin im-”

“If you’re so fond of my brother I should have him come teach you a lesson then, huh?”

“No! Rindou, I’m sorry! Really, I didn’t mea-”

Rindou stalks over to you and his arm shoots out, grabbing you by the neck. Your apology is cut off as he begins to squeeze. All you can do is scramble at his hand on your throat. Your nails try to dig into his skin, but it’s useless as his grip tightens and you begin to lose air. You drop your arms in defeat, your throat tightens up and your lungs feel like they’re on the edge of an explosion. Rindou loosens his grip just as suddenly, and your body crumples to the floor. Through your choking and sobs, you don’t see him kneel down next to you.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. You still refuse to meet his gaze, heart thundering against your chest.

“I said fucking look at me.”

The tone grabs your attention and through your tears, you look up at Rindou. He looks calm. Unusually calm. His face is relaxed and composed as usual, but when your eyes meet his… you swallow hard. Sheer terror sinks into your skin. Rindou’s eyes are an inferno of blazing rage. His eyes are usually cold and barren. You know how to deal with coldness… it's easy enough to bring some warmth into him from his usual apathy. But taming a fire? It’s hopeless. You know you’ve pushed him too far this time and the regret of your actions lies in every hollow of your being. 

His hand comes up to grip your cheeks and he squeezes hard again. The pain floods your ears. You have to strain in order to catch his next whispered statement.

“Say something like that one more time and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

Too terrified to even sob, a small whimper leaves your bruised throat and you give a small nod. Rindou stares at you deeply for a few more seconds before he straightens up. He whips out his phone and dials someone. Whoever is on the other side picks up quickly and Rindou doesn’t wait for the other person to speak before he starts talking. 

“Yea. I need you over here whenever you get the chance. I want you to tear the brattiness out of my girl.”

Your eyes widen at the words he spews into his phone, and your body trembles at your oncoming punishment. There’s only one other person he could be talking to. Only one other person was able to tame a brat when Rin couldn’t. Rindou has told you enough of the horror stories about him and your heart sinks at the realization. Not Ran. Anyone…anything but Ran Haitani.

He looks down on you after hanging up, all the fire gone from his eyes now. His gaze is freezing to the core. You know trying to bring any ounce of mercy out of him now has become a lost cause.

“You wanted to talk about Ran, so it’s Ran you’ll get. I hope it was worth it darling.”

#rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #rindo x reader #rindo haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tr fic #rindou x you #rindou scenario #rindou fic #woof #tj.fics

[haitanisbug]

Yandere! Bonten reacting to a broken reader

Includes: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: Intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Nonconsensual sex. Slapping. Mind-break. Descriptive depiction of laceration and blood. Sex/suggestive themes. Slight infantilization if you squint.  Please know your limits if you decide to interact. Minors don't interact, this writing is not for you.

MIKEY

It happened slowly overtime. The way your mind shifted from fearful to content, to lackluster and lifeless. It was a subtle change too and Mikey didnt notice until it was too late. You were both on his couch watching some movie he had put on. It’d been a tough week and although Mikey’s favorite way to destress was using your body to get himself off, he could tell that you werent in the mood tonight. You behaved so well the past few days, he decided a comfy movie night was well deserved.

Youre cuddled up in his chest, and you havent said a whole word the entire time. You havent reacted to any of his light touches that he scatters around your torso. And then he starts thinking... it wasnt that your behavior this week was good… its more that you havent done anything.

No words spoken from your lips, no reciprocations of affection, theres been nothing from you and Mikey’s heart drops at the thought. He turns your head away from the movie to look at him. Hes terrified  to have his guess confirmed but he meets your eyes anyway and chokes at what he sees there.

Your once vibrant look is now dull. Theres no spark of life, much less joy. Mikey knows better than anyone what its like having a dark impulse ingrained inside your mind. Its something thats an all consuming fire. Your look is much like his, something dark and deep. But unlike mikey, the fire in your eyes is dimmed to an ember. Not even a small glow escapes your visage and Mikey’s heart seizes.

He went too far this time. He isnt sure what or when or which action of his caused it, but youre broken in front of him. By the looks of it, youve been like this a long time and hes just been to preoccupied to notice. Mikeys hands come up to either side of your face and he whispers your name.

“Princess? Can you answer me baby?” When you give him no reply he squeezes your cheeks a little harder. “Come back, angel. Please come back to me.” His hands drift now over your chest and he places his palm above your heart. Maybe he’s made a mistake and you aren’t breathing? But your heart beats under his pressure and he knows that you’re alive, just unresponsive.

“Fuck.” he murmurs. “Fucking come back to me darling.” he squeezes your hips and pushes you closer to his chest. “Fucking come back, or I’ll hurt you.” He hisses the last part and his grip on your body is a confirmation of his threat. But you still blink at him with your unfeeling gaze and he knows he’s lost you. When you don’t respond to the threat of punishment… not even a flinch? He knows your gone.

“FUCK!” Mikey gets up quickly pushing you off of him. Your body tumbles unceremoniously to the floor and he doesn’t spare you a second glance. He’s muttering something quietly as his hands pull at his hair in frustration. He’ll have Sanzu come and collect you later, or maybe he’ll move you to an entirely different country and dote on you 24/7. Mikey steels himself for the actions he’ll take next. He’ll bring you up out of your depths no matter what, because if you aren’t there to love him then who will?

SANZU

You'd gotten on Sanzu’s bad side tonight. It wasn't like that was a hard thing to do anyway. You didn't break any of his rules, nor did you speak out against him. But as always, none of it mattered to Sanzu. When he was bored and thirsty for the high that came from your pain, he’d hurt you for any reason.

You’re laying on the floor curled in on yourself. Your left arm was nestled to your chest, blood trickling from the incison that ran the length of it. Sanzu had pulled out a knife, and carved his way down your arm. You dont cry anymore. No tears left to conjure and no sorrow in your soul. You just felt a deep nothingness. A hallow feeling that sank in your chest.

Usually, Sanzu leaves to let you patch yourself up, but he notices your lack of reaction and nonmoving figure on the floor. He stares at your broken figure for a second before kneeling down next to you. He goes to prop you up, and that doesnt elicit the usual flinch from you either.

“What? No tears this time?” He sneers.

Your blank stare is the only response he gets. Not even a whimper of pain from your bleeding figure.

“Gonna ignore me now too?” He grabs at your injured arm and smears some of the blood that pools near your wrist.

The smallest whisper of “sanzu” leaves your lips and he flashes you a smirk. The scars on his cheeks stretch at an odd angle, a constant reminder of your fucked up situation and the man that controls it all. He goes to pick you up, slinging your body into his hold, and you clutch at his neck as he carries you into the bathroom.

This is different. Sanzu is not one to care about how battered you are after his torture, and definitely not one to care for you himself. He thinks for a second that maybe if he left you on the floor longer, you might have gotten up to clean yourself off eventually. But one look at your dull eyes, and limp body he knows that wouldn’t have been the case for tonight. And it won’t be the case ever again. Your mind had broken, and he knows his darling is incapable of caring for herself anymore.

Sanzu sets you on the counter and goes to grab the first aid kit that was flung in the corner of the cabinet. Before he opens the kit, Sanzu grabs at your arm. You stare blankly at his fingertips as they glide up and down the skin of your arm. It’s light and mimics the touch of a lover, until he gets to the deepest part of the gash. Sanzu’s hand wraps around your upper arm and he presses deeply on the cut. Blood seeps out and the skin shifts so much from the pressure that it begins to tear even more. Sanzu’s thumb digs into the newly widened cut; it dips so far into your skin that the joint in his thumb almost disappears into your arm.

Your brain doesn’t register any of the pain. Not even a yelp or tear escapes your visage. Sanzu hums at your reaction. It sounds pleased but the haze that fills your mind makes it so that you cant tell for sure. He grabs your arm and a roll of gauze and patches up your gash. It’s a shoddy job, with blood still leaking everywhere but you cant find it within yourself to care.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Sanzu. It’s the quietest tone he’s ever heard from you before but he basks in it. Scooping your body into his arms once again, Sanzu brings you back to the bedroom and roughly tosses you onto his bed. He hovers over you, and you stare into his eyes directly. Thye’re filled with life and madness, darkness and insanity so deep it should fill you with dread. Instead your gaze only slightly contrasts with his. Yours now full of madness and darkness, it lacks all evidence of life.

“You can use me all you like, Sanzu.” You close your eyes and let him have your way with you, subjected to your fate.

RAN

Ran comes home a little earlier tonight. The sound of the door opening before 6:00 pm is quite frankly unheard of since you've been living with Ran. Normally that would instill some sort of dread in your heart. But it's been this way for a long time now. Too long. And as you’re lying back on the couch staring up at the ceiling, you know something has shifted. Within your heart or mind, or maybe a crack deep in your soul; something has been redone.

You patter up to Ran in the foyer as he's loosening his tie. You lean up on your toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, like he demands of you, and give him a hug that’s tighter than usual.

He looks down on you with an amused expression “No complaining? That’s new, doll.” You squeeze him a little tighter, burrowing your face into the fabric at his arm. And you say nothing. In fact, there’s no talk back from you the entire night, not when he places you on his lap at dinner and hand feeds you, not when he strips you and drags you into the shower with him, not when he’s got you panting against the wall, his cock deep inside you, brushing hands on your hips.

 No bratty arguments, no complaints, none of it. Actually, the way you were moaning in the shower and pushing back against him makes him think you actually enjoyed yourself tonight. He leaves the bathroom to grab a cigarette and when you come back out he almost does a double-take. You’re wearing one of his long shirts and you're tugging at it, eyes shifted to the ground. He’s never seen you this… demure before. Usually, your vexing attitude is all Ran receives. Even after punishments when you're supposed to be apologetic, you’re detached and callus to Ran.

He raises an eyebrow at you, lowering his cigarette. “Ok princess, what’s this all about huh? You want something from me? Trying to butter me up because you broke a rule again?” His tall stature is towering over you but your hand comes up to brush against his bare stomach.

Your voice is quiet when you say “No. Just wanna be with you. Wanna be close.” Ran almost chokes on the smoke he just inhaled.

“You want to be close?”

“Yes..” you whisper.

Ran takes a better look at your face, one of his hands coming down to cup your cheek to tilt your head up...and it clicks. There's an emptiness in your eyes, a void or a fissure. He isn't sure which. But it's deep all the same. A smile crawls its way onto his lips. It would be saccharine if it weren't for the sadistic glint in his eyes and the pressure he puts on your wrist as he's pulling you towards the bed.

He tugs you on top of his chest and his fingernails dig into the skin of your cheek when he looks you in the eye.

“So darling, I've finally broken your shell.”

RINDOU

Rindou has been gone from the penthouse for a while now. At first, you think he’s just later than usual. It's not uncommon for him to come back in the middle of the night. So you curl up on the couch of the living room, where Rindou expects you to be when hes not home, and you fall asleep. But he isn't there when you wake up. And he doesn't come home 12 hours later. You think it’s one of his punishments from the way you spoke out against him earlier that week.

After pushing 60 hours of Rindou gone, no access to the necessities that he usually provides when hes there, your mind starts to wander. Your incessant thinking turns into worry, and it’s not for yourself. It's for Rindou.

You don’t even register that your overthinking isn’t centered around how you’re trapped on the top floor of a skyscraper with no one knowing you’re there. Your worry is centered around Rindou. Once the spiraling starts, it's impossible to pull yourself out.

What if something happened and Rindou had gotten gravely injured during a mission? What if Bonten’s rival gang finally got a one-up on him and they have him locked away somewhere? What if hes hurt  and doesnt have contact with any of the other Bonten members for help?

An image of a broken Rindou laying on the ground, blood pooling under his head comes to the forefront of your imagination.For some reason your mind cant handle that thought. A choked sob rises simultaneously as your heart sinks. Rindou is the one that provides you everything. Rindou is the one who cares for you and provides you comfort when in need. It's only ever been Rindou.

 When he does come home your body jumps at the sound of his footsteps. Youre curled up, trembling on the floor near the door. Staring blankly at it. When Rindou looks down at you he can see your blank, unfocused gaze. It’s not directly on him, and you don't have the energy to shift your eyes to look at him.

Rindou leans down to lift you off the floor. He’s just about to speak when your voice cuts in barely above a whisper.

 “Don’t leave me Rindou.” your hands grip his jacket tightly, your knuckles turning white from the force. “Please, don’t.”

You're still shivering in his arms and that blank look is still present in your eyes. He doubts you'll even register his words when he speaks.

“I've only ever desired you, darling. You alone with me. I’m not leaving you ever again.”

KOKONOI

Kokonoi wakes you up with a gentle kiss to your temple and a flutter of his breath across your skin. Pealing your eyes open, sight still bleary, you reach your hands out to Koko. He pulls you up into his lap and kisses you again.

“Ready to start the day, baby?”

You don’t respond verbally. It’s been like this for a few days now and Koko just takes it in stride. Pride swells through his chest because he knows what this means. Your hands that reach out to him constantly now, the way your broken eyes look at him for direction.

Koko ends up doing everything for you now. And he thrives in it. He loves picking out what you’ll wear that day, helping you get into clothing, being the one to dote upon you. You’re too much into his mindset now, too broken to do any of it yourself really. He spent months giving you all your needs, helping you forget your old life, and making you believe this one was better than any you could achieve on your own. So now you rely on him for everything.

Today Koko decides he’s going to take you to his office. You’ve never met the rest of the boys and now is a good as time as ever. At least that’s what he tells himself for the reason of dragging you along. Deep down he knows that he can’t leave you alone. Your mind in this state it might be dangerous to abandon you for a whole day in his penthouse.

So Koko picks you up and brings you to the bathroom, he plops you on the edge of the tub and preps the bath and your outfit for the day. You don’t say a word to him as he cleans you up and dresses you. He’s putting on the finishing touches to your outfit, lifting up your arms to slide the pink frilly top over your head.

Koko’s hand comes up to pinch hard at your cheek. “Give me a smile, baby.” The expression you give is cracked and devoid of any emotion. It’s a stale grin that should look cold to anyone else, but he thinks you look perfect. It’s endearing to Koko, the way you can only let out emotion if he demands it. He puts his hand around your neck and tugs you close to him. Koko’s lips find the soft spot under your ear and he starts sucking at the skin there.

You’re stiff until Koko says “Moan for me, darling.” In your broken state the most you can muster is a soft mewl but that’s all Koko needs. He smiles against your skin and then pulls away. The pride in his eyes is unmistakable. Your emotional state is fully dependent upon his command and Kokonoi basks in the power he has over you. His finger comes up to thumb at the skin under your eye.

“Good girl. Some people arent meant to take care of themselves, but that’s okay. I’ve got you from now on.”

KAKUCHO

Kakucho takes you for a nice date out for the first time in what seems like forever. He had been swamped at work, and so your weekly fancy dinners were pushed to the back burner for a while. Now you’re seated in a secluded upper room of a fancy restaurant. You’re dressed to the nines, with a designer piece Kakucho had picked out for you. He lounges across from you at the table, whisky in his hand, and his gaze is narrowed.

“I wanted to talk to you about something, love.” He swirls the drink a bit and the clinking ice pulls you out of your reverie. You don’t respond, instead, your fingers pick at your dress, and your eyes are cast down to your lap.

“Your behavior recently has been… off. I know that I’ve been gone a lot more lately, but I have the cameras set up and I know you’re laying around a lot more than usual, darling. You haven’t picked up a book or cooked yourself dinner in ages. I’m worried about you.”

You turn your head to the side, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the cityscape around you two. You give him the barest shrug. Kakucho reaches over the table and turns your head to look at him.

“Cmon love, just tell me what’s wrong.” His narrowed gaze has turned into one of concern.

“Nothing Kaku, nothing at all.” You lean over and give him a light kiss on the marred skin of his cheek. When you sit back down Kakucho’s eyes are blown wide. You’ve never initiated pda before. And all of this new behavior from you the past week is beginning to weigh on Kakucho. The rest of the night prompts his worry to set in deeper.

You’re quiet for the rest of dinner, and that spark isn’t in your eyes when he buys you your favorite dessert. Later that night when he brings you back to the mansion, laying you down on his bed, your body is pliant under his. You move your arms in tandem with his, but there’s no passion behind it.  When he kisses up your neck and looks at you again he realizes that you’re not initiating it any more. He’s drunk off the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, too excited over the way your hips roll up to meet his. But  your eyes don’t reflect his passion, and your touch holds a whisper of brokenness. He’s too far in deep to notice any of this.

When youve both reached your high, you curl in on yourself. Kakucho goes to tug you ontop of his body like usual after-sex ritual but you wont budge. He all but growls as he rips you around and your head flings onto his thigh. Hes shocked to see that no emotion hides behind your pupils. Not even hate or discomfort and an anger so deep trills through his body. Kakucho lifts you up and places you on his lap, anger billowing off of him and consuming your broken body.

“I spent years giving you a perfect life angel, im not going to let you just ruin it” His deep voice should scare you into responding but instead you close your eyes and take a deep breathe. 

“I dont care what you do to me anymore Kakucho.” Its the most youve spoken in weeks and your voice cracks as you speak.

Kakucho ignores your obvious broken state and brings your head to his chest. “I’m the only one who could ever love you.” He whispers into your neck “I only ever want to shower you in love angel. Shower you in my love.”

AKASHI TAKEOMI

You’re sleeping in the large bed that you share with Akashi when you hear the loud bang of the door as it slams shut.

“Where’s my darling huh? Whered she go?” Akashi’s loud voice booms throughout the penthouse and its enough to jolt your body into action. Youre cursing yourself in your mind. It sounds like Akashi has come home drunk or maybe hes high off adrenaline. Neither of those scenarios bode well for you.

Your body slinks out of the bedroom and Akashis heavy gaze falls on you. His lips are parted with a cigarette, like always, and the glow from the burning tip sheds an eerie light on the scar that bisects his features. Akashi drops the cigarette in the ash tray by the door and then hes stalks over to you. Your eyes should be blown wide, you should be bracing for the impact that is Akashi Takeomi’s lust filled gaze. But youre tired, your soul is fractured, and you cant find it within yourself to care anymore.

One of his arms go around your waist and dips into your sleep shorts squeezing the flesh of your ass. The other hand grabs at the back of your head and pulls your face so close to yours that you can practically taste the tobacco on his tongue.

“Youre gonna give me what I want now baby, and I dont want to hear any fucking complaints.”

Even if you wanted to, youre powerless to stop the force of his lips. His body slamming into you and pressing you up against the wall. His lips are everywhere on your face, your neck, your chest, and you cant find yourself to push back. Not anymore. His rough hands are tossing you onto the bed and ripping your shorts off in one go. He grabs at your chin, his fingers dig into both of your cheeks and force you to look at him.

“Dont wanna wait tonight princess, so youre gonna take all of it.” The eyes that stare back at him are blank and emotionless.

He slaps your cheek hard, which usually elicits a reaction out of you but this time you barely have the strength to murmur “Okay, Omi” His lips curl in sadistic delight and he wastes no time in sheathing his cock into you. Youre not prepped whatsoever, and it hurts like hell. But no tears pour from your eyes, and no cries fall from you lips. You lie on the bed not objecting to any of Akashi’s rough advances.

After hes finished and cleaned himself up, he laughs at your broken state on his bed. Theres blood undrneath you and on your chest where his teeth bit too hard. You looked more than fucked out, and to Akashi its the only sight hes ever wanted to witness.

He stands near your body and lightly slaps your cheek. You turn your head and look at him, your eyes are a blackhole of nothingness.

“You gonna say it now?” Akashi’s hand pinches roughly at your cheek.

Your voice is cracked and emotionless when you whisper “I belong to you.”

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[haitanisbug]

Chase the Shadows

Pairing: Gojo x Fem Reader

CW: light smut(-ish. Kind of..) Minors DNI, explicit and suggestive language

Note: Reader and Gojo are in an established relationship. This is part of my JJK Street Racer AU.

“You can’t compete with him, Gojo. Do you have any idea how much shit he has under that hood? Paid it all with daddy’s money and he’ll smoke you with it too.”  It’s rare for Sukuna to sound this concerned about his friend. Usually apathetic to all of Gojo’s chaotic antics, but tonight is different. The two men are standing near Gojo’s car and waiting for the official call that the roads have been cleared to start the race. Gojo had pissed off Naoya earlier that week (some ill-timed insult about Naoya’s small dick or something like that) and instead of Naoya’s men shooting Gojo’s brains out, they decided to settle their squabble with a race.

Sukuna continues to chastise him “It also doesn’t help that you’ve only done cosmetic mods to this car.”

“Eh, it’s not about the engine. It’s about who’s driving the engine. And that happens to be Gojo Satoru. No need for performance updates. I’ll smoke his ass in a slow car, and I’ll look fucking cool doing it too.” arrogance is practically dripping from Gojo’s voice.

“This isn’t Fast and Furious, man. A slow car is still a slow car. Your driving skills aren’t suddenly going to make it go faster.”

Gojo lowers his blacked-out shades and peers at his friend through the tops of them, crystal eyes glinting with mirth. “You say that like I haven’t smoked you in a slow ass car before.” Sukuna scoffs at that, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You only won that race because my clutch slipped.” 

“Excuses, excuses” Gojo teases, “Besides, who says cosmetic mods can’t make a car go faster? I swear Geto’s art gives me a speed boost.”

“You are so going to lose this race and I almost pity anybody stupid enough to bet on you tonight.” The streets around them are filled with people, more than the usual street race. It definitely can be attributed to the reputations of the two men racing. Gojo has been at the top of almost every race for the past year. His fame amongst the Tokyo street circuit spread quickly, and whenever he races, people always come to gawk. Naoya’s immoral rep, and the Zenin name itself attract a fair share of spectators too. Not to mention the streets tonight are crawling with his men. Scantily clad women crowd the streets and occasionally pass by Gojo and Sukuna; loud music and the revving of cars fill the gaps in their conversation.

“Speaking of betting, where the hell is Toji? I can’t believe he actually agreed to let you race Naoya.” Sukuna looks over his shoulder, eyes sweeping his surroundings to find the older man. When he can’t spot him, Sukuna lets out a few curses. “Don’t fuckin tell me… you didn’t tell Toji about this?!”

Gojo has the nerve to look slightly sheepish “...uhh well I didn’t thi-”

“Shut up, man. You’re racing the heir to one of the biggest Yakuza groups in the fuckin country and you didn’t tell your fucking manager?!” AND You’re driving it in a ride that’s basically a glorified Hot Wheel. How stupid are you?”

Gojo’s lack of response spurns Sukuna on, “Please tell me you didn’t bet any money, or at least any of Toji’s money.”

“No! I am offended you think that I’m that thoughtless. Of course I didn’t bet any of Toji’s money. That would have been asking for a death sentence... money-hungry old man” Gojo mutters the last bit under his breath.

“Fine. Whatever. Since you didn’t bet any of his money, and I know you're flat out of cash right now, what did you bet?”

If Gojo looked sheepish before, now he looks downright guilty. His eyes flicker over to where you’re standing talking to a group of girls and then they shoot away nervously.

Sukuna catches all of this, his gaze narrowing. “You bastard.” Sukuna almost whispers. “You’re betting your girl?”

“Well… she’s the only thing Naoya was interested in. He refused cash and my car so it was the only option.”

“Does she know about this?”

Gojo’s silence is deafening.

“You’re fucking slimy. Absolute bastard, asshole, and a dickhead. Can't believe I’m friends with you.”

“Oh please don’t act like you’re any better, Sukuna.” Gojo lets out a mocking laugh. “You’d do the same thing if you were in my place and we both know it. You’re a glutton for adrenaline too.” 

“No, I wouldn’t. If Naoya ever laid eyes on my girl, there wouldn’t even need to be a race. I’d send him driving back in a fucking ambulance.”

“Well, none of this even matters! Because I told you, I’m going to win.” There’s shouting from the race moderators, letting the crowd and drivers know that the race will begin in five minutes.

“I’ll see you on the other side” Gojo winks at Sukuna. “With my girl and Naoya’s McLaren.”

You suddenly run up to Gojo, oblivious to the tension between the two men. “Good luck Satoru!” You sling your arms around his neck.

“No need for it, princess! But I’ll take your kisses anyway” Gojo greedily slots his lips over yours, hand running down your back to the base of your ass. You giggle as Gojo gives it a slight squeeze, and he smiles against your lips. He gives you one last peck and straightens up.

“Please be a little bit careful, Satoru. I know Naoya races dirty.” You warn, hands coming to rest on his forearms.

As Gojo starts to respond, the revving of a car interrupts him and loud cheers fill the air. Naoya parks his car at the starting line and gets out. The street lights illuminate his bare back and the unnerving tattoo that snakes around his torso. He lifts up his arms, stirring up shouts from the crowd again. You shiver at the sight of him. “Satoru, I’m not joking. He’s dangerous.”

“I know that better than anyone.” Gojo‘s look seems serious, but there’s a hint of pride laying underneath. “He likes to think he’s good. Unfortunately, no amount of daddy’s money can substitute for pure talent.” He swings his car door open and plops into the driver’s seat.  He rolls down both windows and levels you with a sultry gaze. “I’m expecting a congratulatory prize after this.” he winks at you and you roll your eyes knowing exactly what he's insinuating.

“Ok hotshot, win the damn race first and then we’ll talk.” With that, Gojo whips his car around to the starting line and pulls up next to Naoya’s McLaren F1. Naoya is back in his car and sneers at Gojo through his open window.

“I hope y/n is prepared to be warming my bed tonight. Or maybe I should say my hood. She’s so irresistible, I’ll fuck her over my car as soon as I win the race. I’ll make you watch, and give you a few pointers on how to please your next woman.” Naoya takes glee in the way Gojo’s hands tighten around his wheel.

Gojo’s shades are perched low on his nose, and he glances at Naoya across his car. “All I’m thinking about is how nice she’ll look when I’m fucking her in the McLaren I’m about to win.” With that, Gojo rolls up his windows effectively shutting out any reply from Naoya. He revs his car, heating the engine and provoking Naoya at the same time.

After parting with Gojo, you had joined Sukuna and Geto where the other spectators stood on the side of the road. The roar of both engines filled your ears and your eyebrows scrunched in worry. It wasn’t that you doubted Gojo- you’d never seen him lose a race to anyone other than Sukuna- but something felt different this time. The drop in your heart must have been evident in your expression because Geto reached over and squeezed your hand. It was impossible to say anything with the combined noise of the crowd and the engines. You looked up and gave him a strained smile and then locked eyes onto Gojo’s car.

‘Please let Satoru be okay’ you think. You have no idea what was on the line, but knowing Naoya’s involvement in the yakuza you knew it had to be something valuable.

A flag girl walks between the two cars for the countdown of the race. As she waves the flag to indicate the start, the drivers accelerate causing the tires to screech against the asphalt. They both have a smooth start and tear across the road to begin the 16-kilometer circuit that’ll wind throughout Tokyo and loop back to where they started.

The dust settles and the ringing in your ears fade. “Well”, Sukuna mumbles with a cigarette stuck in between his lips “that’s as strong of a start as any. Too bad you didn’t slice one of Naoya’s tires earlier, Geto.” He pulls the cigarette away from his lips and lets out a cloud of smoke.

“Oh yeah, like that would have helped Gojo’s situation out. Pulling something like that before a race like this is asking for a bullet in the head. He’ll be fine. He always is.” Geto gives your hand another squeeze and this time you return it.

“I wish they had markers set up throughout the circuit. I don’t wanna wait till the last kilometer to see their positions.” You’re squinting, attempting to see the two cars in the distance although their silhouettes have already been swallowed by the Tokyo skyline. 

“Here, I’ll narrate for you princess.” Sukuna’s gruff voice is directly in your ear as he bends down a little. “The shitty daddy’s boy is going to pull some illegal move….. hmmm probably try to crash Satoru a few times.” Your eyes widen as Sukuna continues talking, the smell of nicotine invading your nose, “Gojo’ll probably bang-up his own car in the process trying to dish it back to Naoya...maybe get himself killed and then-”

You cut Sukuna off, pushing his chest away from your body. You scowl at him. “You’re an asshole, Sukuna.”

He throws back his head and laughs with his whole body “I get that from your boyfriend y’know.”

After a while, the familiar roar of engines sounds in the distance and you feel your stomach drop as the two cars drift through the last turn. They’re pushing through the last kilometer when the crowd of people start yelling.

“He’s ahead!” You’re shouting and leaning as far into the road as you dare. Geto’s got a firm grip on your shoulder preventing you from falling into the street. You take a quick look at Geto, and his dark eyes are filled with delight.

“Not by much, but looks like he’s still gaining speed.”

“Slick bastard.” Sukuna flings his cigarette onto the street, a smirk is stretching the corner of his lips. They speed through the finish line, Gojo one car length ahead of Naoya. The crowd is going absolutely wild and rushing onto the road, hoping to get a glimpse of the action that’ll inevitably occur between the two men. You make to run to Gojo’s car when Geto’s hand suddenly pulls you back.

“Wait a bit, angel.” His tone is protective, and his grip tightens on you. “You don’t want to get into the middle of that fight. And you don’t want to be around Naoya. Ever.” He’s looking at you, deathly serious now. And as you’re scanning his features, there seems to be an ounce of fear buried underneath.

Gojo drifts his car in a half-circle and drives back near the finish line. His door flies open and he emerges from the car, one long leg stretched out after the other. His hair is running wild, and he’s got a maniacal grin set on his face. He looks back at Naoya who’s stumbling out of his car and stalking towards Gojo.

“You piece of shit, Satoru.” The words tear through Naoya’s throat, eyes set in ablaze. “What the hell did you put under that hood. There’s no way you gained that much on me in the last kilometer.”

Gojo laughs in his face, looking down at Naoya. “Like I’d ever tell you my secrets, Zenin. Now hand over my keys.” Naoya tosses them straight at Gojo’s face, but he snatches them with quick reflexes. Gojo lets out a whistle, body turned towards his new car “Mannn I’m going to enjoy the sex in this one.”

There’s pure, unadulterated malice in the look Naoya gives him. “Watch your back Satoru. Your luck will run out one of these days, and when it does I’ll personally send you to hell.”

Gojo places the new keys in the pocket of his jacket. “I’m sure you will, and if that happens I’ll drag you down with me.”  Naoya sends him one last dirty look before joining his men and disappearing from the track.

“Toru!!” You’re running full speed at your boyfriend and he just manages to turn in time, before you fling yourself into his chest. “Oh my god” you’re laughing and when you look up into Gojo’s face, the lights from the street frame your features. “You totally smoked his ass. And by a whole car length too!”

Gojo chuckles alongside you “Did you forget who you’re dating? The king of fucking street racing, princess.” And with that, he grabs your wrist and tugs you to the McLaren he just won with a slight skip in his step. His boyish enthusiasm excites a round of giggles from you as you trail behind him.

You vaguely catch Geto utter “here they go again.'' Before Gojo swings you around and pushes his hips against yours. “Time to commemorate my... no our new baby” and you laugh against Satoru’s lips as he backs you up onto the hood. He slides your butt up with one firm hand on your hips and braces his other next to your face. You’re laying back fully now, Gojo’s stature is blocking out the moon and your attention is on the restless energy emanating from his body.

Gojo leans his face in closer and steals a kiss from you. It's sloppy; all the adrenaline from the race coursing through his lips. You immediately allow him access, and he greedily accepts. There’s an urgency in the way he sucks and nips at your tongue.

“Toruuu” you pull back with a whine.

“Fuck it.” He murmurs. There is a fire ablaze in his face and he roughly pulls you off the hood. “Get in the car. Time to get outta here.”

He tosses the keys of his old car to Geto. “Take it back to the shop for me, Suguru. I might’ve scraped up the paint a bit too.”

“Of course you did.” Geto gives his friend an annoyed look, but there’s no real anger in his voice.

Gojo puts the keys into the ignition, and the engine turns on with a purr. “Fuuuck, it sounds almost as sexy as you babe.”

“Gojo if you compare me to a car ever again, I’m dumping your ass and you can get yourself off with a steering wheel.” Your side-eye is sharp enough to cut, but Gojo just cackles.

“Hmmm, I’ve never tried that before. Think ya could give me a lesson before you leave though?”

“Can't believe I ever agreed to date you.” You murmur under your breath looking out the window in irritation. Despite his joking words, Gojo links your fingers and rubs soft circles against the top of your hand. He’s speeding through Tokyo now, one hand on the wheel. He seems at ease but you can tell he’s on edge still- probably antsy to get back to his apartment and fuck you into tomorrow.

He’s weaving in and out of traffic, downtown Tokyo getting closer and closer. It’s a familiar setting, Gojo in the driver’s seat, the city lights casting blues and reds across the dashboard. It’s almost enough to put you at ease, but this time the air is filled with something else. A tension that clings to Gojo’s shoulders and lays plainly across his face. It’s unlike him but you don’t comment on it, opting for caressing his hand instead.

You quickly make it to his apartment building, and Gojo swerves the car into the closest parking spot. He runs over to your side, rips open the door, and pulls you out with both hands. He’s almost pushing you to the doors of the elevator at this point.

“Slow down Satoru, we have all night.”

“That’s not enough time, it’ll never be enough.” You would’ve laughed at his childish statement if it weren’t for the last bit he mutters and your ears barely catch it. You ride up the elevator and stumble into his apartment, Gojo’s hands running all over your body. “Bedroom.” He mumbles against your neck, trailing sloppy kisses all up your jaw. “Wanna fuck you right.”

He leads you into his bedroom and tears at your shirt, ripping it over your head. He reattatches his lips to your neck and begins to suck. You’re pushing at Gojo’s shoulders trying desperately to rid him of his jacket, but the taller man is leaning his weight on you, and it’s impossible to even move. Gojo’s lips move over yours as he pushes you onto the bed. He’s hovering over you and you take the opportunity to grab at his crotch, giving it a slight squeeze. Gojo growls into your mouth, his hands tightening on the bed sheets above your head. You use the distraction to stick your tongue in his mouth, trying desperately to gain some sort of dominance. He tastes lightly of cotton candy, probably from the lollipop he was sucking on earlier.

Gojo’s breaks away, hands trail down your body. Once they reach the top of your skirt, he rids you of them and your underwear in one go. “Fucking beautiful” he whispers against the skin of your thigh. You buck your hips slightly trying to encourage him to speed up his pace.

“Please, Satoru- need you.” Your eyes slide shut as he trails his lips back up your thigh and to your stomach.

“Patience, princess.” his warm breath, makes you shiver and your hands come up to tug at his hair. Gojo obliges and brings his head back up to yours, hovering for just a second. All of a sudden he lowers his hips and simultaneously grinds once into your cunt as he kisses you.

You pull at his pants. “Satoru, I need to feel you, please.'' He leans back from your body and strips off his shirt and jeans. Your eyes are racking up the plains of his pale skin, and you reach out to his shoulders to bring him down closer. His kisses are getting sloppier and sloppier and his grinding is getting more intense. Gojo starts mumbling and lost in your pleasure you can’t make out what he’s saying. Until he lets out a particularly loud curse, and in your haze you catch one sentence.

“Fucking Naoya, I’d never let him have you.” Your entire body shivers and it’s not because of Gojo’s increased pace. You look up at him and his eyes are unfocused.

“Satoru..what.” You can barely speak, body stiffening.  “What’d you mean ‘let him have me’?” Gojo stills and his eyes focus on an area above your head, a guilty expression present on his face.

At his remorseful look, it suddenly all clicks in your brain. Gojo’s antsy attitude this morning- How he never gets like that before a race. You just brushed it off as nerves from never racing Naoya before. The way he was still nervous even after the race was over, as if he was relieved. All of the tell-tale signs begin to make more sense.

 “You bet me.” Your whisper grazes across Gojo’s lips and his eyes slide shut, his head hanging a little. “You told Naoya he could have me if you lost? Gojo are you kidd-“ tears start to prick at your eyes and Gojo suddenly opens his eyes as he interrupts you.

“Never.” He staring at you with a sincerity you’ve never seen him display before. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb catching a stray tear. “I’d never let him touch you. And if I had lost, I would’ve shot everyone in the Zenin yakuza starting with Naoya and his cheap dye-job.”

Something about Satoru threatening to kill one of the most powerful men in Tokyo turns you on even more. You wrap an arm around his neck and buck your hips, encouraging him to start moving again. “He’d have to chase us into the shadows before I’d ever let him lay a hand on you.” Gojo’s head is right up against your ear.

Despite his rash decision and asshole attitude that got him in the situation in the first place, you know in your heart that Satoru would never bargain you off like a piece of property. Your boyfriend is more distraught than you’ve ever seen him. Probably thinking that you’ll dump him for not telling you about the bet. You’ve been through too much together to do that though. Your heart beats wildly as you think might even love him too much.  A sigh escapes your lips, forgiving him instantly and carding your fingers through his hair for reassurance “Im here Toru. You won. I’m not going anywhere.” You pull at his white locks, dragging his head to your lips. He captures them in a seething kiss.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, pulling back. “I should have told you.”

“Yea... But it doesn’t matter anymore Toru. You kicked his ass. And you looked fucking hot doing it too. ” The tension suddenly dissipates and Gojo lets out a sincere laugh.

“God, I fucking love you.” You’re shocked for a second before you push at his shoulders to switch your positions.

“What’re you doing, princess?” Gojo is admiring this new view of you above him, straddling his hips.

You lean down and with a nip at his ear lobe you whisper, “Giving you your congratulatory prize, hotshot.”

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Punishment

Yandere! Ran Haitani x Reader Synopsis: You’ve broken yet another one of Ran’s rules and he’ll get you to love him back the only way he knows how: punishment.

Cw: 18+, Minors do not interact. intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Punishment/torture.

Ran has been gone all day. He mentioned it this morning, how he would be back later than normal, something about how today's Bonten mission is super important. You gave him the barest form of acknowledgement, not wanting to receive his attention so early in the morning. But it's been over 12 hours since Ran left. He doesn't let you wander the penthouse when he's gone, and that means no trips to the kitchen for food. You're holed up in the main living room with nothing to do, you’re starving with no access to food, and above all else you're livid.

Ran likes to rationalize it by saying he’s protecting and providing for you. But at the end of the day, the man ripped you from your life, your friends, your job, and like hell you'd thank him for that. He knows you don't love him. He knows you hate his guts. It’s been months of you living under his twisted version of protection and you tell yourself that you'll refuse his intimacy in any form- make him realize you're a different case than he thought. No matter how cruel he gets when you refuse him, you won't bow down. He took away your life and he’ll pay for that.

You're thinking all these things when the door suddenly opens. It's Ran. It’s only ever him. No one else is allowed in the penthouse but himself, so you know it's him without even having to turn your head. One of Ran’s biggest rules is that he wants to be greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a hug from his doting darling as soon as he walks through the foyer. But you're still seething in anger, your physical hunger fueling the fire of hatred, and you stay planted on the floor of the living room not acknowledging Ran’s presence.

He stops walking, and just stares at you, a quiet click of his tongue is audible. The tension lasts for a few seconds until he says “You don't want to play with me tonight, darling. I've had a long day and I'm not in the mood. I’ll give you ten seconds.”

His voice is stern and makes you shiver slightly. Fear pools a little at the bottom of your stomach but you ignore it. You told yourself you wouldn't give in. He left you here for over half a day with no food, you think. He can shove his rule up his ass, no amount of fear is going to stop you from giving him what he deserves. The seconds pass by quickly and your heart sinks when you hear Ran’s footsteps pound on the marble floor as they get closer to you.

You let out a screech when Ran’s hand grabs at your hair and arm and pulls. He hauls your body up off the floor so your eyes are level with each other. “I told you I wasn't playing,” he growls. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, his grip on your wrist and hair tightening. “If you want to act like a disobedient bitch, then I'll treat you like one.” All of a sudden he's tugging you into the direction of the balcony.

You're struggling in his hold, trying to escape the cruel punishment he has planned. “Get off- get your hands off me, you fucker!” You kick at his feet and he stops right before the glass door, grabbing your chin in between his fingers and pressing hard.

“Just know that you brought this on yourself, darling. You know the rules. I don't ask much. But I don't reward bad behavior. So you’ll stay out here until you've learned your lesson.” He all but throws you onto the balcony and slams the glass door shut. He turns away without a second glance at your bruised figure on the ground.

The wind and air are chilling and your body shakes slightly from suddenly being thrown into the cold winter air from Ran’s warm penthouse. It doesn't help that you're still in a pair of short sleep shorts and a tank top.

“Ran! Ran you fucking asshole let me back in!” One of your hands comes up and slams the glass door but it barely even shakes under your fist. He’s not in the living room, and you can't see his tall figure. Yelling to him is useless, you decide. Yelling to anyone is useless. His penthouse is on the top floor of a Bonten owned building. The balcony is located way above the streets of Tokyo, and no one occupies any of the immediate floors below you. No one is going to hear and no one is going to help.

You slide back down onto the ground and lean up against the door, curling in on yourself to preserve heat. You don't want to imagine how long Ran plans to keep you out here.         

     

You lose track of time after a couple of hours. You don’t know how long you’ve been in the cold but it doesn’t matter because your mind is a blur. The tears that started after 30 minutes have practically frozen onto your face and you can’t even feel your hunger anymore. The pain is replaced with the sting of the cold and the uncontrollable shaking of your body. Your lidded gaze is on the living room, so close to warmth but absolutely out of your reach. Ran’s name mumbles out of your mouth from time to time. Hoping that he can somehow hear you summoning him. You know that even if he could, he’d ignore it.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this cold in your whole life and you can’t help but let out another sob. He’s going to leave you here all night, you think until out of the corner of your eye you see a tall figure approaching the glass. You look up at him as he stares at you. “Please.” You whisper. He doesn’t hear. Not with the barrier between you, but he opens up the door, and steps out.

Your head leans in to get just a touch of the warmth coming from inside, but he shuts it behind him before you can find any relief. He stares at you, and you know he expects you to speak first.

“Ran, please, please let me back in. I’m-im sorry. I won’t do it again, please just let me back-“ your voice cracks, and tears start streaming down your face as you sit at his feet.

He looks down at you and laughs at your broken state. “Are you only saying that because you want to be let back in? Or are you really sorry for your actions? Because I can’t tell the difference right now, doll.”

If you want to be let back in, you know you’re going to have to earn it tenfold. You begin by lowering your head and placing a kiss on the top of Ran’s foot. Another “I'm sorry.” Tumbling from your lips. Your tears drop onto his skin as you kiss up the tops of his feet, apologizing after each kiss is placed.

Finally, he spreads his arms, accepting your groveling. “Now finish your responsibility to me, darling.”

You jump up clinging to his arms, “I’m so sorry, Ran” you whisper one last time before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He turns your head and devours your lips, pushing your back until you hit the railing of the balcony. When he pulls away your burrow your face into his neck, tears soaking his skin and his shirt.

He grabs the back of your neck and forces you to look at him one last time. “I hope you learned your lesson because next time I’m leaving you out here for a full day.” You let out a whimper as he scoops you up and brings you into the warmth of the penthouse. You cling to him, burrowing your head in his neck as carries you into the bedroom. The sheets and the duvet are thrown into the corner of the room leaving the bed bare.

Your mind isn't sane enough to understand why he did that, but days later when you think back to this night, you realize he rid the bed of any warmth in order to get you physically closer to him.

Ran plops you onto the middle of the bed and climbs on, his back against the headboard and his legs spread. You crawl in between his legs, curling yourself as far into his chest as you can get. The cold is still biting at your skin and you don’t think you’ll ever feel warm again. You shove your hands under his shirt, trying to seek out any form of warmth you can get.

Ran lets out a loud laugh “Damn darling, it must’ve been really bad out there huh? You’re rubbing up on me like a dog.” You barely have the energy to let out a word of agreement. Ran strokes your back, and if you try hard enough you can pretend that you’re just two normal lovers finding comfort in each other's embrace during a bleak winter's night.

But the hunger is still eating away at your stomach and once in a while Ran will grip your skin too hard. You hate this man, but for tonight, just for tonight you’d pretend that you could love him. You could ignore the pain for tonight, after all, you shouldn’t have disobeyed him in the first place right?

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Puppy boy! Kazutora x Reader

CW: 18+ Material. Minors do not interact. Hybrid/ puppy boy. Implications of pet play. Mention of past abuse.

After a few months of moving into the city, and getting used to a new job, the weight of your loneliness started to set on your shoulders. One of your coworkers had mentioned adopting a hybrid to help curb the feeling. “I just got a kitty boy and you wouldn't believe how sweet he is! You should look into adopting a hybrid too. I always have someone to look forward to after work now and I feel a lot happier!”

 What the hell, you think. Might as well give it a shot, not like your life could get any worse. Making new friends in the city was difficult, maybe this would help you gain some confidence and help you acclimate to a new city. So on your next free weekend you head to one of the hybrid adoption centers. When you walk through the doors the sound of animals purring, playing and barking immediately reaches your ears. You can’t see any of the hybrids from the front room but judging where the sound was coming from you could tell that they kept most of them in pens in the back.

 “Hi!! How can I help you today!” The perky lady at the front desk draws your attention.

 “Uhhh yea hi. Um im thinking about adopting a hybrid…” you trail off thinking that this might just be a bad decision to begin with and contemplating turning around and just going home but the front lady looks way too happy about your response and she immediately starts back up.

 “That’s great! We’re always looking for people to take in hybrids now-a-days. We’re almost always at full capacity so I'm glad you’re looking to adopt! Have you had a hybrid before, and do you know what you’re looking for?” She’s opened up a file on her computer and starts clicking away as you speak

 “No I don’t currently have one, and I'm not really sure? I'm at work most of the time and just kinda wish I had something or er- someone I guess, to look forward to seeing when I come home.”

 “Ok great! Usually we recommend puppies for first time hybrid owners. They’re easier to handle than some of the other hybrid species. And if companionship is your goal, they’re usually the best for that too!” She giggles a bit as she comes around to the desk to open the door to the back of the center. “Come on in, we keep all the hybrids in rooms back here. We can walk through, and take a look at each one until we find you a match!”

  The adoption center was a lot larger than you thought because once the lady opens the back door you see rows and rows of rooms lined up on either side of you. The rooms stretch down the hallway and turn into what looks like an even larger hallway at the end of the corridor. Each room has a glass door to easily peek inside at the hybrids. Most of the rooms have a little bed with toys scattered about.

 “Wow, I didn’t know there were so many different types of hybrids.” You gush.

 “Yea, they come in all sorts of species. Some of the more aggressive breeds have to be kept in different centers that are better equipped to house them, so you won't see any of them here.”

 She takes you around through each of the hallways, letting you peek in at each of the hybrids. Some of them walk up to the door curious about the new visitor, some try and play with you through the glass and some (mostly the cat hybrids) ignore you, opting to nap in the corner of their rooms instead.

 You make it almost to the end of the facility when you peek into one of the last rooms. In it, a puppy hybrid is lounging in the corner. He’s got long two toned hair that falls past his shoulders and dark ears that stick up on the top of his head. His tail is wrapped slightly around his body that's splayed on the ground. His tail is full too, with hair sticking up all over it. You cant help but gasp “wow. He’s- hes so pretty.” you mumble.

 “Ah, that’s Kazutora. He usually gets that reaction out of adoptees. He's a handful though.”

 You take a closer look at Kazutora and notice he's got scratches all over his arms and legs. He’s got a couple of nicks in his ears, as if something bit huge chunks out of them, and then you squint at a black marking that's peeking out in the collar of his shirt. “What's that on his neck?”

 The adoption lady looks sad when she answers “Some of the hybrids have come from tough homes. Kazutora here used to be a fighting dog. His last owners were part of an illegal dog fighting ring that had humans bet on hybrid fights. That mark on his neck is their branding mark.”

 “God that's terrible. I didn't even know such things existed.” Tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. You didn't know how any  human could put another living being through that pain.

 “That's why he's a handful though. Kazutora doesn't trust humans and he can get a bit aggressive. Every home who adopted him has sent him back after a few days. At this point, I don't really think he wants to be adopted.” As you were talking Kazutora has woken up from his little slumber. His eyes are open and he's staring at the both of you standing in front of the door.

 “I want him.” you say.

 “I don't think that's a good idea.” The lady shifts on her feet. “If you're a new hybrid owner, he’ll definitely be too much for you. And he's not the most cuddly. I'm sure one of the earlier puppies will be a better fit!” She tries to lead you away but your heart is set on the puppy boy in front of you.

 “I don't want any of the other hybrids, I want Kazutora.” Sensing the finality in your voice the adoption lady acquiesces with a sigh.

 “If you say so, but just in case, we do have a 60 day return policy if you believe that it isn't a right fit. This should give you and your puppy enough time to see if youre right for each other.”

 As you're waiting for the handler to retrieve Kazutora, you walk back to the front of the facility and sign the official adoption papers. You're waiting on the couch when the large doors swing open and a handler walks in, leash in hand, with Kazutora trailing behind him. Kazutora has got a muzzle fitted over his mouth and he's snapping, growling and cursing at the handler.

 When the handler sees you sitting on the couch he does a double take. “I'm not sure about this. Fucking mutt is really aggressive today.”

 “He's not a mutt. And of course he's aggressive, you've got a muzzle restraining him!” You walk over to the pair and reach your hands up near Kazutoras mouth.

 “Miss! Be careful!” The handler is about to push you away when Kazutoras snarling stops. He's looking at you with wary eyes as you unclip the muzzle from the back of his head. You bring your other hand up to Kazutoras face as the muzzle falls off and you stand really still.

 “Hey Kazutora.” You whisper as to not scare him even more. “I'm going to be your owner from now on. It's nice to meet you!” with golden-brown eyes trained on yours, he moves his head to the side. His cheek brushes up against your hand and he takes a small sniff.

 “I think he likes you” The adoption lady says, watching the scene unfold.

 Once you're sure Kazutora won't bite your head off, you take the leash from the handler and thank the adoption lady as you make your way to your car. Kazutora is mellow the whole ride to your apartment. He doesn't say a word, or make another sound but his ears are laying flat across his head and his nose will sniff the air from time to time. You know he's trying to get used to your surroundings and you don't talk to him in order to help him with this process.

 After you make it up to your apartment, you take his collar off and close the door. “Welcome to your new home Kazutora! It's just me that lives here, so it's quiet most of the time. But I think you’ll like it here. C'mon i'll show you where you'll be sleeping.” He patters softly behind as you walk into your bedroom. You had bought a small bed the weekend before and placed it in the corner of your room for your puppy-to-be. Kazutora glances around the whole room, his ears are standing straight up and so is his tail. He’s definitely on guard, and you step closer to him to comfort him but he steps back away from you a growl escaping his lips.

 “Okay okay! I won't come any closer. I know it's been a long day so… you can take a nap in your new bed if you want? I’ll make us some dinner in the meantime.” You slowly back away and leave him alone in your room. You can't shake the look of hostility and almost fear that was in Kazutora’s eyes just now. He doesn't like quick movements near him, you think. And you make a mental note to not move so suddenly anymore. After dinner is ready, you walk into your room to give Kazutora his plate. He growls as you get closer to his bed so you just set the plate down and scurry out before his aggression escalates.

 You eat alone at the table with a sigh. Maybe you should have listened to the adoption lady. If the point of getting a hybrid was to make you feel less lonely, then why are you sitting at your dinner eating alone? Again. But Kazutoras fearful look, and his body littered with scars comes to mind and you drop your head to the table. “He needs me.” You mumble. And with that in mind you get up to start getting ready for bed.

 When you walk back to your room, Kazutora has fallen asleep, his plate still laying where you placed it but it's licked clean. At least he likes my cooking, you think. And then you turn the lights off and bury yourself in the covers.

 You couldn't have been asleep more than a couple hours when you're suddenly woken up by the sound of whimpering. Kazutora is making all sorts of pained noises, and when you squint in the dark you can tell he's shaking violently too. “Kazutora.” You whisper. When he doesn't respond you say his name a bit louder, with no reply. “He's gotta be having a really bad nightmare.” You call his name once more and his head shoots up. His whole body goes rigid and his chest is heaving as he stares at you.

 If you thought he had fear in his eyes before, the look he's giving you now is haunting. His face has gone sheet white and dread is seeping off of him in waves. “Kazutora, c'mere baby. You were having a nightmare.” You sit up and move the comforter back a bit and that's all it takes before Kazutora is leaping into your bed. He burrows underneath the covers and rubs up against your side. You maneuver him until he’s situated between your legs under the covers, and his head is laying on your chest. He's trembling so much it shakes you, and he hasn't stopped whimpering since you woke him up. They're broken crys, and the sound shatters your heart.

 “Shhh, it's okay “ ‘Tora it's okay. You're safe here, puppy. It was just a dream. No one is going to hurt you again.” your hands are combing through his hair as you get him to quiet down. You feel dampness soaking your sleep shirt, and you guess that Kazutora is probably crying. He nuzzles further into your body the more you play with his hair. And eventually his whimpers die down. His  breathing steadies and you guess he's probably gone to sleep.

 “Who in their right mind would hurt someone as precious as you.” You're whispering to yourself as you begin to scratch under his ears. “You're such a good boy, Kazutora. My good boy.” Soon Kazutora’s snoring turns to purring and you realize he's awake. Your hands fall from his ears and you say “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.”

 His head nuzzles into your chest again and you hear a muffled “Dont stop.”

 You freeze, hearing his voice for the first time shocks you. The adoption lady warned you that some hybrids are more shy than others and that it took a while for Kazutora to open up. “Dont stop…..petting. Don't stop petting.” He repeats. And your hands fly to his ears, scratching them at their base.

 You let out a small giggle. “Sorry ‘Tora.” He doesn't say anything back, but the small thumping of his tail is all the confirmation you need, that your puppy is going to be very happy in his new home.

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[haitanisbug]

Fall From Grace

Hanma x Reader

CW: slightly suggestive. 18+ minors dont interact.

A crack of lightning struck outside almost in tandem with the chime of the elevator. You were standing in the kitchen of Hanma’s penthouse having a late-night cup of tea to accompany the awful weather. You weren't expecting Hanma to be back this early, although you suppose to most normal people midnight would not be considered early.

Your relationship with Hanma was definitely anything but normal. It kind of comes with the territory of dating the Right Hand to one of the most powerful men in Tokyo. You didn't know much of Hanma’s work but you did know Kisaki, the leader of the Valhalla Yakuza, trusted Hanma with his life. They were close childhood friends as you had been told. Given that, Hanma had an important role in the yakuza that often kept him out at odd times for extended periods.

Hanma walked through the elevator door into the lavish foyer of his penthouse. It was located in one of Valhalla’s major buildings in the middle of Tokyo. When Hanma had first moved you in, you were stunned by the view from his living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the skyline of Tokyo and it seemed as if the scraper was tall enough to see all of Japan from this height.

Kisaki was the only other executive who knew that you lived here. Hanma was always doing things like that. Things to shield you from his life. Whether it was the bodyguards with the intricate tattoos on their neck guarding the entrance to the elevator, or the chauffeur that took you back from school whenever you had a late class. All of these things were done for the sake of your protection. But like tonight, sometimes he couldn't hide everything from you.

Hearing Hanma’s footsteps in the foyer, you peeked around the kitchen wall to greet him.

You choke out a gasp when you see him. “Oh my god, Shuji.”

Water droplets from his long hair are dripping down on his neck and trailing into his shirt. And his shirt…. the sight of it makes tears prick at the corner of your eyes. It's half unbuttoned and a gash on his chest stands out prominently against his skin. The material is seeped in deep crimson all over.

“Wha- what happened?” you're barely able to control the shake in your voice.

He strides toward you, eyes locking with yours. They're filled with mirth and a dash of madness that you only glimpse when he comes home on days like this.

“What? Oh this? Don't worry baby, I just slipped into a puddle of red dye.” he lets out a cackle.

“That's not funny Shuji, you're obviously hu-” he suddenly grabs a hold of your hips and pulls them against his. A gasp falls from your lips as he begins walking you backwards until you hit the counter.

He ignores your comment in exchange for kissing up the column of your neck. Unable to resist his touch roaming all over your body you lean your head to the side to better bask in the feeling of his lips.

He taps the side of your hips, whispering “hop up princess.” He pushes you up on the counter and drags his lips over your mouth. It's sloppy and deep and you can't help but melt into it. Your hands slide around his neck and you pull him closer to you. Your legs wrap around his lithe waist and as you adjust them for a better fit they bump into something hard and cold at the base of his spine. The feeling of his guns in their holster brings you out of your clouded mind and reminds you of the pressing issue at hand. You let your legs fall and you pull back from Hanma.

“Come on Shu. Please let me help you, you’re bleeding.” Hanma is still dragging his lips along your neck, his head basically nuzzling into you at this point.

“I'm telling you sweetheart, I'm fine. Anyway, most of it isn’t even mine.”

Your eyes widen and he pulls back with a grin on his face. It’s always a bit jarring whenever he talks about his job and casually drops statements like this in the conversation. Hanma doesn't do it often, part of his process of shielding you from his lifestyle. But it’s a bit difficult to hide the type of night he's had when he walks in looking like a horror movie antagonist.

“How about we take a shower together and I can help you out there.” You reason.

“Oh? Help me out in the shower? My baby is getting a little bold now huh?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Not like that I just meant-”

He cuts you off with a laugh, “I know what you meant.” He leans in for another kiss, you try to avoid it this time ducking your head a little so his lips miss. But Hanma is persistent like usual, and you've never been able to deny him when he gets like this. He holds your jaw between a few of his fingers and slides his other hand around your neck to hold you in place. His lips slot easily over yours and they move deeply in sync.

He’s always a little rough as if it’ll be the last time he tastes your lips. Given the condition he walked in tonight, this statement seems more true than ever. Your heart sinks at the thought. You never mind the roughness of his intimacy though. [1] You get a thrill out of the submission. The feeling of Hanma’s strong hands on your hips, grounding you. He deepens the kiss, poking his tongue into your mouth. You can't help but let out a small moan and that earns a smirk from Hanma that you feel against your lips. As you try to pull away for air, he chases you and catches your bottom lip between his teeth. He gives it a slight tug and then pulls back completely.

“Shuuuu.” you whisper, burying your face into the crook of his neck in embarrassment.

A deep laugh resonates through his chest and shakes your body. Your face warms knowing he's definitely making fun of you in his head. You know he finds it amusing that someone like you, ever gave him the time of day. Someone sweet, and caring, and ‘demure’ as Hanma had described once. (You told him that his description was bullshit and you weren't innocent. He laughed in your face at that.)

However, no matter how many times you two kiss, no matter how many of your vulnerable moments he witnesses, it's always a little daunting.. being with him. Not because he makes you nervous or because you think he’d hurt you. It's because of the way you wholeheartedly trust this man, knowing he's no good. His lifestyle is dangerous, his actions careless and his taunting attitude are all things that should make you want to run away.  But beneath all of that, there's the side that no one else sees when he's around you.

How he loves sitting you in between his legs on the couch, watching a Ghibli film that you've probably seen 7 times with him at this point. How he purposely places his hands in your lap knowing that you’ll gently trace his tattoos and lace your fingers together. The soft kisses behind your ear, the sleeping so late into the morning together that it’s actually afternoon, making you coffee with just the right amount of creamer (“how do you drink that shit, so much sugar your teeth are going to rot”), the weekend drives in his P1 where he lets you listen to your shitty pop music (his words not yours) windows down, hair in your face, his hand on your thigh. All these moments come from a place of tenderness, devotion. It’s dangerous for a man of his status to have those feelings, but that's how you know he cares.

You hop off the counter and grab his hand, peering up at him. “Please, let me take care of you, Shu.”

“Shit baby, if you keep giving me that look you can do anything you want.” His gaze is deep and devouring.

Giving a pleased hum, you tug on his hand and he begins to follow you into your shared bedroom. “Great, I'll keep that in mind for later tonight.” You look back at him and Hanma has a pleased expression on his face.

“Fuck yea.” He mutters and you giggle knowing exactly where his mind is running to.

You lead him into the bathroom and begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt as he slides off his holsters and places them on the marble counter. They glint in the soft overhead light and you turn your head away quickly, not wanting to picture the mental image of Hanma using them.

After you're both undressed, you step into the shower and start to wash off the blood and grime that Hanma is practically dressed in. Careful not to get soap in his flesh wound, you towel up and down his chest.

He tips his head back and lets out a sigh basking in the feeling of your fingers. “I should apologize for this...making you do this.. letting you see me like this.” There's a more serious look in his eyes now.

“You're not making me do anything Shuji. Besides, I like moments like this.”

“What the hell are you talking about? You just about fainted when you saw me out there.” he scoffs.

“Not the blood you idiot, I mean… vulnerable I guess. You hold it in too much I think.” He bends down a little as you take shampoo and gently massage it in his hair. He leans into your touch and presses harder against you as your hands move across his scalp.

 “I was your catalyst.” he replies.

“For what?”

“For your fall from grace.”

You laugh. “That's dramatic. You haven't ruined me, Shu.”

“Yet.” He interjects.

You pull his face down, hands resting on either side of his cheeks. You're looking into his eyes deeply now. The lackadaisical carefreeness that makes up Hanma is resting like a facade on the surface, but concern is embedded deep in his gaze. His lidded look might even pass off as boredom to anyone else. But you've been with him long enough to know differently. And that means you know how to reassure him too.

“Well, then Hanma Shuji,” you whisper, your face close to his. “If you're the reason for my fall from grace, I expect you to be the one that catches me.” You bury your face into his chest and start giving him kisses all over. They're quick and light, and under the water, they cause Hanma to shiver. He lets a light laugh out through his nose and pulls you closer resting his head on top of yours.

“Anything for you, princess.”

After you've gotten out of the shower and patched up his wound, he lifts your arms and dresses you in one of his t-shirts. It falls just past your knees and you can't help but make fun of him for it. “Thank god for your twiggy legs, Shu. I love wearing your wardrobe.”

He sends you a pointed glare, “Hey. Watch that mouth.”

“You said I could do anything I wanted!” you pout. “And I'm cashing that in now. I want to make fun of your legs.” You giggle at his deadpan expression after you say that.

“I thought you were gonna cash that in for mindblowing sex.”

“Why? That’d be a waste of a request.”

He stalks over to you and you fall back onto the bed, his frame caging you in.

He’s looming over you almost threateningly now, gazing at you with absolute seriousness. “An hour ago you were all sweet and teary-eyed. Where did my sweet baby go? hmm?“

“I thought we already established this. I fell from grace.”

“Indeed.”  With a heated look, he captures your lips with his, moving his body up against yours.  You think that if this is Hanma’s way of catching you, then the fall didn't hurt at all.

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[haitanisbug]

Fragmented Memories

Poly! Shinichiro x Reader x Wakasa

CW: Explicit smut. Collar/leash in one scene. Minors do not interact. Mention of anxiety, and smoking.

The tension in your body is palpable, and Wakasa has known you long enough to know what has you worked up. The both of you are cuddled up on the couch in Shinichiro’s shop. You both usually spend your free hours loitering around his bike shop, much to his chagrin. Especially because Wakasa can never keep his hands off of Shinichiro, especially when there are other customers in the store.

 Wakasa turns to you, his arm slung around your shoulder pulling you further into his chest. He brushes his lips against the crown of your head.

 “What’s wrong, princess?” He murmurs.

 Your eyes are trained on Shinichiro’s figure outside the shop window. He’s taking a cig break, his hand coming up every so often to brush his bangs out of his eyes, and the smoke from the cigarette clings to his figure.

 You can’t hold back the sigh that’s been stuck in your throat. “I wish he wouldn’t smoke so much Waka.”

 Wakasa gives your shoulder a quick squeeze. “I know, angel but at least he’s smoking outside the shop hmm? It can’t bother you from out here.”

 Your body sharply turns to face Wakasa. And you send him a glare while he just blinks at your reaction. “You know what I mean. It’s bad for his health.”

 “Can’t force him to do something he doesn’t want to do.”

 “C'mon help me out, Waka, he’s always weak when it comes to both of us.” You hope your pout is enough to convince Wakasa’s more than blasé attitude but he just levels you with a dejected stare and a sigh.

 “Shin needs his cigs, princess. Helps him calm down. Just like I always need my mouth on something sweet.” He glances down at your lap and then back up to your lips, a pretty smirk decorates his features and you groan out loud.

 “I’m being serious, Wakasa. I’m worried about Shinichiro smoking too much.”

 At the sound of his full name, he drops his teasing air and takes on the role of a good boyfriend. The one who knows exactly what you need to hear when you get like this. He’s used to dealing with your worrying nature by now. How you fuss over both him and Shin. And he supposes they’re the ones to blame for your anxiety. They were reckless in their youth, always coming back to you for patch-ups and shelter from other gangs. It’s in your nature to worry for your boyfriends.

 Shinichiro turns around and sees you and Wakasa cuddled up together on his couch. He breaks out in a grin, and waves at both of you excitedly while the cig dangles precariously from his parted lips.

 Wakasa brings his fingers up and laces them with yours. “I’ll talk to him about it later, ok?” He feels the tension leech out of your body as you nod gratefully and relax into his hold. The power that you hold over the two men is frightening. He watches you interact with Shinichiro between the glass of the shop, now that Shin has caught your attention. You’re giggling at his antics and Wakasa is certain that his discussion with his boyfriend about his smoking habits will go smoothly. Especially if he mentions your anxiety. Shinichiro would hang the moon if you and Wakasa asked him to. Wakasa can’t help but swell with happiness at the thought of Shinichiro’s dedication. It’s not often in their world of gangs to find someone as good as Shinichiro. His genuine nature is what drew him to Shin in the first place, and he knows that’s also what made him eventually fall in love with the man.

 Looking at the both of you laughing at each other Wakasa supposes he’d hang the moon too if you and Shin asked him to. That thought flusters him a bit, and he turns his head in case Shinichiro catches sight of his rising blush.

     “Stop it, Shin!” The irritation in your voice is betrayed by the small giggle that follows your statement.

 You’re settled in between Wakasa’s thighs bathing in the cramped tub of Shinichiro’s apartment. Shinichiro is across from you and has found joy in flicking bath water at your unsuspecting face while Waka lays his head back and blocks out the situation.

 “C’mere, angel.” Shinichiro’s eyes darken at the sight of water trickling down your chest. You lean forward and his hand comes to grasp the back of your neck while he slots his slips over yours. He always has the faint taste of tobacco but you never mind it when he’s got you worked up like this. A moan slips out of you and you tug at Shinichiro’s chain, silently telling him you need a break.

 Shinichiro presses his forehead against yours. The both of you are too lost in each other’s presence to register Wakasa stirring behind you. He leans forward and you gasp at the feeling of his cool belly button piercing against your back.

 “You two playing without me?” He murmurs into your neck.

 Shinichiro laughs. “I knew that’d get your fucking attention.”

 Wakasa scoffs at Shinichiro’s obvious ploy. He leans around you, his hand gliding under the bathwater until it’s grasping Shinichiro’s cock. He tugs at his length and Shin’s hips shoot up at the feeling.

 Wakasa trails his lips against the back of your neck while his fingers deftly work around Shinichiro. His fingers slide over the head of Shin’s cock and it has Shinichiro throwing his head back in pleasure.

 “You’re gonna fucking kill me Waka.” Shin mumbles, his head is resting against the back of the tub, his hips buck up trying to get more friction.

 “That’s the point, pretty boy.” Wakasa whispers.

 You giggle at his fucked out state, and you decide to help Wakasa in his goal of ravaging your boyfriend. Your hands come up to tweak at his nipples and Shinichiro gasps.

 The both of you take great pleasure in moments like this. Bringing the usually levelheaded and reliable leader, Shinichiro Sano, to his knees is a hard thing to do. And you and Wakasa are the only ones who get to witness him in this state.

 With the final addition of your finger, Shinichiro lets himself go. His orgasm washing over him with an embarrassingly loud moan. Wakasa grabs Shinichiro’s chain and pulls his head up from the edge of the tub. Shinichiro chokes at the sudden tug and Wakasa leans forward and captures him in a heated kiss.

 After they pull away you push Shin’s bangs back and give him a light kiss on the forehead, and then Shin drops his head to your shoulder.

 “So fucking lucky.” He murmurs. “So fucking lucky to have you both.” He’s trembling a bit from his orgasm and the cool air touching his chest. He’s now enveloped in your arms, as he snuggles into you, and Wakasa sighs in agreement.

 “We’re lucky to have you too, Shin.”

     After your nightly routine, you’re cuddled up and asleep on Shinichiro’s lap. Your head is burrowed into his chest and his strong arms are wrapped around your body. Imaushi is sitting up against the headboard next to Shinichiro.

 Imaushi plops his head on Shinichiro’s shoulder with a sigh and closes his eyes briefly. Shinichiro turns his head and brushes a soft kiss against Imaushi’s forehead before linking his fingers with Imaushi’s.

 “Somethings on your mind Waka. I can hear your thoughts screaming.” Shinichiro murmurs, careful not to wake you up.

 Imaushi opens his eyes and takes a breath, preparing his next words. It’s not that he fears Shinichiro will react violently, but conflict between the three of you is rare… and he’s not sure how Shinichiro will react to this request.

 “Baby was a little distraught the other day. She’s worried about you...smoking too much.” Wakasa can feel Shinichiro’s body stiffen a bit and he withdraws his hand from Wakasa’s hold. He internally curses at himself, maybe bringing this up to Shin right now was a bad idea.

 Shinichiro drags his free hand down his face and lets out a small groan. “You both know why I need em. I can’t just stop smoking just cause…”

 Wakasa lifts his head off of Shin’s shoulder to look him directly in the eye. His usual impassive features now changed to concern and genuine sincerity. “I understand. More than anyone, love… but she doesn’t get the weight of it sometimes. She’s just looking out for you in her own way. We’ve worried her a lot during our time together, it’s expected that she would feel like this.”

 Shinichiro relaxes a bit at Imaushi’s words and exhales an acquiescence. “Mmm, I suppose we do tend to worry her.” A small grin pulls at his lips and Wakasa lets out one of his light giggles at the sight.

 “Tend to…. We do more than tend to worry her. We absolutely worry her. We frighten her, cause her stress, we’re probably the main source of all her anxiety and-”

 “Ok ok..” Shinichiro hisses and waves his hands at Wakasa’s words. I get your point. She’s too good for us. No need to constantly remind me.”

 Wakasa leans over and kisses Shinichiro’s cheek. “So you’ll talk to her about it?”

 “Yes. I’ll talk to her about trying to decrease my smoking habits. No promises though.”

 “Y’know that’s all she asks of you...just trying.” Wakasa mumbles and Shinichiro nods at that.

 “However...If I do start smoking less, I’m gonna need to replace it with some other form of stress relief.” Both men look down at you simultaneously. The way your lips are parted slightly as you let out light snores.

 They both look back at each other and Wakasa says what they’re both thinking. “Pretty sure her lips are more dangerous than a cig, Shin. I’d be careful with that replacement if I were you.” Shinichiro lets out a loud laugh and you stir from your sleep. Rubbing at your eyes and mumbling a small “what’s going on?”

 Shinichiro drops a kiss to your head and then leans over and kisses Wakasa full on the lips, deeply, and then pulls away to answer your question.

 “Nothing angel, you’re just gonna give me some help getting back on the right track.”

    Today is one of the rare occasions when you, Imaushi, and Shinichiro are all free. Shinichiro somehow convinces the both of you to spend your precious time together, walking his little siblings home from school. Imaushi groaned at the request when Shin first brought it up.

 “We hardly get time together, and you want us to babysit your siblings? I wanted to spend our afternoon fucking you into oblivion.” Your cheeks heat at Imuashi’s blunt words but Shinichiro is used to it by now and brushes it off with a laugh.

 “Plenty of time to do that tonight, Waka. Besides, my siblings adore you two. I wouldn’t want to be a bad brother or boyfriend, now would I.” He knows how to convince Imaushi because the small pout on Shinichiro’s face has got him folding.

 “Fine,” Wakasa grumbles, but at the sound of Shinichiro’s and your cheers, a small smile catches his lips.

  You’re walking Emma and Mikey from school back to Shin’s bike shop. Emma’s holding your hand and Mikey holding onto Wakasa. He’s talking Imaushi’s ear off about how much cooler he is than Shinichiro and how much more badass he is at fighting.

 Shinichiro is walking behind the four of you and scoffs at the unfolding scene. Wakasa looks over at Shin and raises an eyebrow as if to say “You hear that Sano? Your little brother likes me more.”

 You catch this whole exchange and let out a small laugh to yourself. You know you’ll have to be the mediator in the incoming argument that is sure to happen when you guys are alone. And then Mikey makes the dreaded comment.

 “Maybe I should replace Shinichiro! Your girlfriend likes me better too!”

 At that remark, Shinichiro stalks over to Mikey with grumbling curses under his breath. “That’s it you little shit. You think you can just steal everyone from me, is that it?”

 Mikey makes a move to dodge Shinichiro’s attack and it’s got Shin almost tripping over himself to catch up with Mikey’s quick figure. The whole exchange between the Sano brothers lasts all the way home. Emma is crying, thinking they’re actually mad at each other and Wakasa has to take her other hand to calm her down.

 As much as Wakasa pretends to dislike kids, he’s a natural with them. And the thought makes your heart beat erratically. You don’t know what the future holds for the three of you- you haven’t even talked about moving in together, much less having kids. But you know at the bottom of your heart, you could make it happen. Shinichiro would be sure of it. No matter how much better at fighting Imuahsi is, or how much smoother you are, Shinichiro is the glue that holds you guys together.

           Shinichiro and Wakasa decide to spend their night ruining you. They’ve placed a light collar and leash around your neck and Shinichiro’s got it wrapped around his hand. You’re laying back on the bed, head in Shin’s lap. Wakasa is at the end of the bed and teasing you so much, tears are beginning to fall down your cheeks.

 “Please.. please.. I need.. hgnnnh.” Wakasa gives one small kitten lick to your already overstimulated clit and after being teased all night, it’s clear that you’re at the edge of breaking.

 “Need what, baby girl? You gotta use your words.” At the brush of Wakasa’s lips against the side of your thigh, your hips buck up a bit and he groans. Shinichiro gives a harsh tug on the leash causing you to arch your back even more.

  “He asked you a question.” Shinichiro’s voice is uncharacteristically dark and it causes you to tremble at the power behind it.

 “Your fingers, please please please I need your fingers.” You end your begging with a stream of whimpers.

 “Good girl” Wakasa whispers and he brings his fingers up to your cunt, curling them in just the right spot. You out a loud sob at the feeling of finally being touched, and it doesn’t take much work from him before you’re cuming hard. Shinichiro laughs, one of his hands trails along your side, and goes to tweak at your sensitive nipples. This elicits shivers from you, your eyes rolling back into your head from the sensation.

 “And what do you say, angel?” Shinichiro is whispering into your ear, “what do you say to him for allowing you to cum, hmm?”

 Your voice is just shy of a sob as you let out a “Thank you.” Wakasa removes his mouth from your cunt, giving your clit one last kiss. Cum is dribbling down Wakasa’s chin and you’re staring at him with pupils blown wide, your hips twitching from the stimulation.

  “You’re welcome, princess.” Wakasa moves up the length of the bed, hovering over you, and brings his head close to Shinichiro’s. From this angle, you get a great view of Wakasa’s smooth chest, toned muscles, and the glint of his pretty jewelry sticking out from his belly button. You tilt your head up slightly to press a kiss to his navel.

  Shinichiro leans forward and Wakasa hard kiss, tasting you on his lips. Wakasa pulls back from the kiss and gives Shinichiro a heated look,

“I think you’re next pretty boy.” He says, a smirk stretching at his lips.

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