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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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Long Night

Pairing: Takeomi Akashi x Fem Reader

First time writing for Takeomi, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Returning home after years of living in a different country, the reader ends up racing a stranger who turns out to be her old friend Takeomi. Reuniting and hanging out together for a night ends up being a long night as certain feelings create a tension that is quickly shattered...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Smoking, drinking, racing w/a slight cop chase, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), slight spanking, praise, pet names (baby & good girl), creampie, a bit of rough sex

Word Count: 2.4k

It was good to be back home from across the world. I already had a furnished home, and had some things to settle in the night, but it felt good to hop on my bike, having to drive through the city to get home.

Of course, I hit every red light on the way home and wasn't even halfway there. While waiting for the light to change, a bike next to me caught my attention.

It was nice! The other driver had a helmet on, too, hiding their identity, but I supped them and gave a thumbs up to their bike as a compliment. Their response? They revved their bike at me.

Looking at the lights, it was about to change at any moment now. So, I got ready and revved back at them. They only revved back, and I did the same, our back tires smoking as the light turned green, and we both took off.

There was nothing like racing that made my blood pump and my adrenaline rush. Whoever I was racing indeed had experience and guts. Little did they realize I did, too.

We were neck and neck, swerving past other cars, drifting through an intersection; my tires left behind dark tire marks, running through a red light.

I had to laugh at the driver as they looked at me like I was crazy. Even with a helmet on, I could read their expression, but I started thinking. The direction we were heading showed that they were familiar with how some gangs raced around here. I wondered if I knew them, ready to lift the visor on my helmet to speak, but we both looked back briefly as we heard sirens.

"Shit!" I groaned to myself, throwing up a peace sign to the other driver before taking some alleys to get away from the cops.

It didn't take long for me to get in the clear. I needed a second to breathe and get my heart to stop pumping so fast; I headed to an old parking garage that not too many people used, just to find the same person I was racing in the garage, too.

Now, this was too coincidental, saying before taking off my helmet:

"Yo, do I know you?"

"Y/N?" They surely knew me, taking our helmets off simultaneously, seeing that it was Takeomi.

"Takeomi! Holy shit, bro!" I couldn't believe it, smiling and giggling as we hopped off our bikes to hug each other.

"I should've known it was you," He laughed, swaying as he hugged me, "I only know a few people who drive like a maniac."

"Oh, you're one to talk!" I laughed, playfully shoving him, "Just be grateful we avoided the fuzz, dude!"

"Good point," He chuckled, pulling out a cigarette to light up, "Gonna let the heat die down a little before I head back out."

"Same," I sighed out of relief, no longer hearing any sirens; another thought popped into my head, "You got any plans tonight? I haven't seen you in forever! We got to hang out or something!"

"Just your luck, I'm free," He smirked, blowing out the smoke and ashing his cigarette, making me smile more:

"Sweet! You can come see my place."

Nodding and finishing his cigarette, we hopped back on our bikes, winking at him before putting my helmet back on:

"Just follow me if you can keep up."

"If it weren't for the cops, I would've won," He spat, laughing at him:

"Just wait till we can race again! I'll make you eat your words!"

As much as I wanted to race again, I kept things calm and took the back way to my house, leading him into the garage, parking and putting my helmet on the shelf against the wall, then grabbing the door:

"You want a drink or anything?"

"Sure," He followed, looking around my house and complimenting, "This is nice."

"Thanks," I smiled, heading into the kitchen, "It's all one floor, but I like it."

Nodding and leaning against the island, I could tell by the look on his face that he would ask me a particular question, answering before he could ask by pulling out an ashtray and sliding to him.

"Read my mind."

"Be grateful that I like you," I teased, opening the fridge and offering, "So, normal drinks, or do you want the hard stuff?"

"You know me," He smirked, laughing and grabbing the liquor, going to the couch:

"C'mon, nothing like a drink with an old friend."

"Can't argue with you on that one," He smiled, bringing the ashtray and joining me on the couch.

It was lovely to sit and chat, joke around, and reminisce. Takeomi, Shinichiro, and I were one hell of a trio when we were younger, and it felt like those times again. The more we talked, the more time passed, not realizing it was already late in the night.

"We've been drinking, and it's pretty late," I realized as I looked at my phone, "Just spend the night, 'kay?"

"'Kay," Fixed on his cigarette, I got our glasses and returned to the kitchen to clean up. After washing the glasses, I put the bottle back, bent over as I was fixing some things in the fridge, and noticed the red ring of his cigarette burning in the corner of my eye, but he wasn't ashing it.

"You burn my couch with that, and I'm gonna kick your butt," I warned, looking as he pretended to hold it over the couch, joking:

"What a shame that'd be. This is a nice couch."

"That's it," Standing and marching over to him, I was able to snatch his cigarette, only playing around, "You lost your smoking privileges."

"Hey! I was messing around!" He groaned, trying to get it back. There wasn't much left of it, and I was laughing while trying to dodge him, putting the cigarette in my mouth and pressing his hands into the couch, practically straddling over him as I had his hands pinned with my knees.

"Oh no," I inhaled, blowing out the smoke and ashing it in the ashtray beside me.

"Thought you gave up smoking?" He murmured, fixed on my lower half, "Also, that hurts."

"I have one every once in a while," I huffed, fixing my knees so they weren't hurting his hands anymore, sitting on his lap, "Better?"

"Yeah," He hummed, squeezing my thighs before settling on my hips, his head falling back a little as he smirked, whispering, "That's a lot better."

"Oh, I get it." Retracing my memory, I realized he was staring at me while I was bent over; thus, why he wasn't paying attention to his cigarette. Chuckling, "If you want something in particular, why don't you just go for it?"

"Bold of you to assume that I wasn't going to," Sliding his hands down to my ass and taking a hard squeeze, our lips smacked together; just a few parts of our lips later, his tongue explored my mouth before biting my lip, spanking my ass as he growled, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to tap this ass."

It was so long ago already since we last saw each other, my lip popping free from his bite as I stood up, starting to take off my clothes and give him a little show:

"Sorry that I kept you waiting so long."

"It's alright. Just make it up to me," He grinned, looking me up and down before his eyes followed me as I stepped out of my pants, headed to the door that was for my bedroom, my back facing him as my bra fell next, then my panties.

"I can in here if you want it," I teased, shaking my hip at him before laughing and heading into my dark room.

"You're gonna get it," I could hear his clothes dropping with his footsteps, turning on the lamp as he came in shirtless, joggers sagging, standing at the end of the bed as I was under the covers, teasing him with a finger:

"C'mon, baby."

Tossing his box of cigarettes, lighter, and keys to the nightstand, he quickly stepped out of his joggers and briefs, his cock standing against his stomach, my mouth watering as I was so fixed on it, squealing as he ripped the blanket off the bed, taking me by the ankle and dragging me down, set in the middle.

"Think you'll tease me like that, then be in charge?" He growled as he crawled on me, still holding my ankle, taking the other and snickering, "Just when I was thinking about being sweet with you."

"You know I'm no saint, Takeomi," I blew a kiss, sucking in a deep breath as he brought my legs together, pushing them toward me to expose my dripping cunt, slapping his cock against it before trailing down to tease my entrance:

"I know. I always called you my little baddie, remember?"

"I r-remember," My breaths were already hitched as he spread my legs back open, setting his tip in.

"But tonight? You're going to be a good girl. Got it?" Feeding an inch, my eyes closed softly as I moaned at the slight stretch, but that slightness turned into what felt like a small tear, his hips bucking into mine and slamming his cock deep, taking me by the jaw as a sharp moan shot out of me, nose to nose as he repeated, "Got it?"

"G-Got it-t," I stuttered out, jaw hanging as he pulled back and slammed his tip into my sweet spot, spitting out, "I'll be a good girl."

"Good," He hummed, hooking his arms under mine, his thrusts slowing down, his whisper making me break out in goosebumps, "I've been waiting for years. Wanna take my time with this sweet, little pussy."

"'m sorry I made you wait so long-ggg," I breathed carefully; that tearing eased away, and I was still so full but now wholly submerged in ecstasy.

"It's 'kay," With his mouth leaving marks all over my neck and chest, he was only driving me crazier, tongue swirling over my nipples once his hickeys formed, his pace picked up, electric heat tingling from my head to my toes, "Worth it. You fit me like a glove, baby."

"Uh huh," My head dipped back further and further the quicker he went, his arms fixing on the sides of my head, loving the fucked out expressions on my face, gripping his triceps hard and whining, "Take-"

The orgasm coming for me had me shaking with need. Not being active for a long time and then getting the life nearly fucked out of me had my body losing control much more quickly. All that could be heard was my moans mixed with the slaps of wet skin, the slaps growing louder as I repeated:

"Take!"

"What? Need a little more?" Slithering his hand down to find my clit, my moans got lumped and stuck in my throat as his fingers were quickly soaked, slipping but still rubbing, my clit raw and the jolts all over had my vision blacking out, just feeling his hair, arms wrapped around his neck as I started kissing him, even when I couldn't keep my mouth shut, then back to gripping his arms, digging at his skin as my orgasm was so earthshattering.

It was so intense that he dropped whatever was left of the act he pulled when we first started, our chests meeting and I was able to feel how hard each of our hearts was beating, how heavy our breaths were as he was groaning, my legs latching around his waist and trying to crush him with my thighs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I babbled, whining sharper as he was still fucking me, my grip pulling him deeper each time, panting to him, "I need that again."

"We have plenty of time," He panted softly, pulling out so he could drop to his back, guiding me on top of him, "I wanna see what you're made of, now."

"Give me just a second," I breathed, letting my nerves die down some before sitting on the tip of his cock softly, whining at how much stronger the friction was this time.

"Easy," He cooed, holding my hips, whispering as I rolled my hips, falling closer and closer to his base each time, "Fuck, you're so tight. That's what I like."

"You like that?" I cooed back, dropping on all his cock, bouncing then grinding against his hips, gripping at the sheets and biting my lip as I moved faster, whining again as I felt his cock throbbing against my walls.

"Cum for me real quick, baby," His voice was low, thumb at my clit again, rapid this time, and the intense shock from it almost made me fall to his chest, my hands pressing hard against his chest while I tried to keep going, feeling myself getting close, but my hips kept jerking and trying to give way on me.

"It's s-soo h-hard, Take," Back to biting my lip with my nose flaring from heavy breaths, head down low, his other hand guiding my hip up and down on his cock, getting his tip back to my sweet spot.

"Cum. I know you're right there," He was right, forcing myself up to rock back and forth faster, not knowing how hard I was rocking, even when my ear started ringing, his pants and groans sounding dim, "Got damn, baby."

"God!" I was truly out of my mind, feeling worn out and clenching harder than before. I thought my first orgasm was overwhelming? His cock, our thighs, my brand-new bed sheets? Drenched. And somehow, I was still bouncing on his cock that was throbbing more than the first time, crying out to him, "Why's your dick so good, Take?"

"Why's your pussy so good?" He pulled me down to him, one arm wrapped around my head, the other keeping my ass still as he picked up his hips a little, his thrusts a little sloppy but still had speed, "You just want me to fill you up with how hard you were riding me, huh?"

"You can," Just those two words had him tensing up, grunting more as I sounded so sweet in his ear, "Fill me up, baby. Please."

No more words; I buried my face in his chest as warm strings of white seed coated my walls, leaking out even while still stuffed with his cock. We both just laid there panting till he reached for his cigarettes, lighting up, rubbing my back, and blowing out the first puff of smoke:

"Don't wanna let me go, huh?"

"That and I am beat," I chuckled, looking at him, "That was incredible, Take."

"How long has it been since we've seen each other?" He breathed, brushing back my hair, smiling, "All that tension was bound to break soon."

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 4 months

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Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one

(Enemies to Enemies Who Fuck)

(HaruKaku in Bonten timeline)

(some past-MuSan and past-KakuIza with a subtle RanOmi bc why not, it's my fic and I don't have self-restrain when it comes to multishipping)

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

All of them. Bonten is their own warning. Substance abuse. Really unhealthy coping mechanisms. Depression. Mental health problems. Suicide. Major character death. (it's Bonten, they all want to kill themselves and some of them succeed, okay?) Mentions of unsafe sex, but there is no smut or graphic depiction of it.

I tried to not be too graphic with any of this topics, the focus is mostly on what the characters are thinking/feeling. But it's hard anyway, tbh the last scene was actually difficult and painful for me to write. So please, don't take the CW lightly and prioritize your mental health!

Angst and Hurt/No Comfort.

MANGA SPOILERS!!!!

Notes: HaruKaku came as an hilarious idea. Because they are hilarious, let's be real. Soulmates archnemesis, doomed to hate each other in every timeline. But then Bonten happened and of course, I ended up writing some angsty shit instead of focusing in all the other moments when they are hilarious. Kudos for me, yey! 🥲

This is canon complicit (again, is Bonten, beware!)

It alternates from Kakucho's POV to Sanzu's POV. I did that thing again of using "Haruchiyo" when he's in his most vulnerable state because for some reason I like playing with his name like this.

(English is not my first language, be nice please 🙈)

(the art is from @just-sp-in-inginthevoid who is in part responsible for the archnemesis brain riot, but mostly the hilarious part, tbh)

Is not that Kakucho enjoys Sanzu's company. Or that the pinkette gradually started to grow on him. Quite the opposite, to be honest. He hates him a little bit more every day, every shared mission, every time they had to spent hours together.

But with Sanzu, he feels. He feels intensely, he feels with passion. Even if it's twisted, at least he's not empty anymore. The void that threatens to devour him seems to disappear when he's around the other man. Sometimes, Kakucho wants to murder him, but he knows he can't. Others, he wonders what would happen to him if he also loses the only person that it's still able to provoke an intense emotion on him.

Hate is better than apathy, isn't it?

They hate each other passionately. Sanzu finds his reactions too funny for stopping it, always willing to go a little further, to push Kakucho to the edge. It's too easy to pick on him, making him forget about his allegedly righteous patience.

It's disgusting, how Kakucho thinks of himself like he was better than the rest of them. So Sanzu enjoys to proves him wrong, to show him that they are the same (even if he can't stand that fact either, seeing that burning rage in those heterochromatic eyes makes it worth it).

Now that he thinks about it, it was probably a matter of time, considering that his king denied them the right to kill each other, they needed to find a way of releasing all that build up anger. That's probably why isn't that surprising when it finally happens.

It looked like a regular night. Sanzu was high as a kite, trying to forget every one of his lives. Kakucho just seemed to be there, he can't recall exactly why, some type of report, but he didn't pay any attention to it at the moment, too intoxicated for actually caring for something that could wait until tomorrow.

“Why are you still here? You like me that much or what?”

The pinkette man says, slurring his words.

“Are you that high? You know I hate you.”

Is the harsh answer that he earns. It's brutal, but real. Kakucho's honesty has something that grounds him to the present. It's sickening. It's exactly what he wants right now.

“I hate you too, don't worry.” He laughs, finding his own words amusing. “Think about it, me and you. Just us, hating each other all night long.”

“You're crazy.”

“And you didn't say no.”

(If he was more honest with himself, he would admit that he was trying to find another way of punishing his broken mind and his body. But he's not.)

And oh, it actually feels good. Kakucho fucks him with the same brutality that talks to him. He couldn't bear any type of gentle touch (specially not from someone that it's so linked to Mucho, but he isn't thinking in that, he promised himself to forget his old captain a long time ago).

There isn't any type of care between them, only spite. Both men are too broken for having the ability to love someone again. Indeed, this was precisely what he needed. This is perfect.

The next day, Kakucho feels nauseated. How couldn't he? Sanzu was high as fuck, too intoxicated to give proper consent to do anything. So even if he was also a little drunk, even if it wasn't his idea, Kakucho feels guilty for what happened.

Until Sanzu just laughs at his poorly attempt of apologizing, mocking his morals once more. He was about to punch him in the face, but the lingering guilt doesn't allow him to do it. Not that one more bruise would make a difference, actually.

Both are covered in so many marks that more than sex, it looks like they tried to kill each other. Yeah, maybe he should stop feeling sorry for Sanzu, considering this. Maybe that was the best way to get rid of that not-so-pent-up hate.

And it works. At least for a while, it works. Until it happens again. And again.

Is not that they are lovers (Kakucho wants to puke with that idea). They just fuck from time to time. That's all. They hate each other, they wish they could kill the other. But they can't. So, sometimes, they fuck.

Their relationship is not pretty. At all. Or better. If Kakucho had to use only one word for describing it, he would say “real”. They don't lie to each other, what would be the point? Both are too able of seeing between the lies, they are too similar in so many ways. But that raw honesty only makes it worse.

Kakucho knows it's a mistake, that he shouldn't care about Sanzu's fate (he brought it on himself and he doesn't seem to have any complains). But Mikey is worse every day, the king is falling and his loyal dog is falling with him. Kakucho needs to do something, because the uneasiness he feels every time he sees them is now living rent-free in his mind.

That's why, one day, Kakucho tries. He's trying to find his clothes, dressing quickly, wanting to get out of this room that only makes him feel sick. Then, he looks at Sanzu, his pink hair scattered on the pillows, a lazy and satisfied smile than only appears after sex (and never lasts). There is some twisted vulnerability in how content the other man is while lighting up a joint, as if seeing these new swelling (all this pain) on his skin was something he wanted.

(Kakucho can't shake the feeling that Sanzu is using him as another way of hurting himself and that infuriates him so fucking much... Maybe that's the real reason why he decides against his best judgment and opens his big mouth.)

“Is not worth it.”

“Uh?”

Sanzu looks at the other, not sure if he actually heard something. He just wants to smoke and relax, to feel the post-orgasmic satisfaction while it lasts, to enjoy the pain in his body (one more of his little punishments).

“I said is not worth it. Dying with Mikey.”

If it had been anyone else, Sanzu would shoot him in the face just for saying this. Thinking like that, talking like that about his king is treason. It should be. But it's difficult to pretend Kakucho's isn't right about this when, unfortunately, it's the only one Sanzu trusts with Mikey's well-being (It's the one he calls every time Mikey is being suicidal again).

“You wish you could be me, you wish you had died with Izana.”

Sanzu spits his words, burning with all the rage he feels every time he has to acknowledge the reality of how is Mikey.

“That's not what this is about-”

Kakucho is unable to finish his sentence, turning pale in anger when Sanzu cuts him. 'Good'.

“You're a selfish bastard, aren't you? You want me to be like you, stuck here with no purpose, jerking yourself with the memory of a ghost. Pretend it's because of your high morals, that you're worried about me or some other bullshit. But you're just another selfish bastard. And you envy me.”

If it had been anyone else, Sanzu would shoot him in the face. But he can't (he wants to, oh, he wants it so much, but he can't disobey Mikey's orders). So, instead of bullets, he uses his words.

“At least Izana cared about me.”

Is the last thing he hears before Kakucho slams the door. Sanzu laughs maniacally, throwing the first shit he can find to the place the other man was a few seconds a go. He's momentary satisfaction long forgotten, replaced only by hate (and pain, but one that he refuses to see).

The worst part is that in a sickening way, he trusts Kakucho. They don't lie to each other, that makes it so much worse, because both of them know that what the other said is true. He hates him, he hates him with every fiber of his body. He doesn't want this words to be true, he can't accept that. He needs to keep living in this denial, to pretend Mikey is fine (to pretend he doesn't keep mixing this Mikey with that in his nightmares, to pretend they don't look so alike).

It's been three days. Three whole days since Mikey's death was splattered on the news (no one seems to care about Takemichi's death, even with all that footage of how the hero tried to save the most dangerous man in Japan). Kakucho cares, but he knows damn well that he wouldn't be welcomed within the hero's friends, so he would have to say goodbye in his own way (again).

During this days, Kakucho learned some things, like the fact that apparently everyone had some kind of contingency plan in case this happened (no, for when this happened, all of them could see that Mikey was more on the edge every day). But nobody spoke to him about it, keeping him in the darkness, the only idiot that didn't prepare himself for the end. Well, not the only, he knows that, of course he knows that.

(Sanzu would have killed them in the blink of an eye. Anyone who dared to imply that Bonten needed to be prepared to function without a king.)

Kakucho understands the need for secrets, of course he does. The idea of Mikey falling would be considered treason a few days ago, it was taboo to think like that. At the same time, none of them wanted to acknowledge it, like saying it out loud would make it more real. He can't even be mad when the Haitanis (obviously) thought about him on their own schemes, making sure Kakucho was also safe. Or as safe as any of them could be now that Bonten was crumbleling.

It's been three days. Bonten is crumbleling. Mikey is dead. And Sanzu disappeared the same day. Everyone knows he's dead, but they don't say it. Not in front of Takeomi, who's still desperately looking, going out in the rain for hours. Trying to find something, some clue that leads him to his little brother. Clinging to the hope that he's still alive somewhere. That he's going to find him, high as fuck, but alive (Kakucho thinks being able to find Sanzu's body at all would already be a miracle).

Only Ran is able to convince Takeomi to rest a little bit, promising that he and Rindou will help with the search as long as the older man gets a few hours of sleep. Takeomi just nods, mumbling “Today is his birthday, Ran. Is his fucking birthday and he's out there alone.” while Ran drags him softly, a concerned look plastered in those violet eyes.

Kakucho hates it, hates having to see all this sorrow around him (again). He doesn't lament the loss of Mikey and Sanzu, he's incapable of doing it. Grief took his heart for hostage a long time ago, there is nothing more for him to mourn.

More than anything, Kakucho hates himself, because he's jealous of Sanzu. He knows he shouldn't, but he hates that the pinkette man was right about him. He envies Sanzu, who had the privilege of dying with Mikey, of dying with his king.

Kakucho hates the Mad Dog even more right now. But he's aware that once this hate fades away, he would feel empty again. So he clings onto this feeling, he needs this rage as a motor to keep moving.

It doesn't matter if this energy is fulled with rage, he needs it. He can't fail his friends, what's left of his family. Kakucho has to keep living even if he can't remember how being alive felt anymore. Even if he's more dead inside every day.

So, over and over... Kakucho would keep living.

The rain keeps pouring down without truce, Haruchiyo shrinks inside the leather jacket that was always too big for him. Now the only thing that makes him feel protected from that annoying rain (from the world). To be honest, he isn't completely aware how he managed to recover it from his penthouse, but it seemed important in that moment.

The jacket and the old picture that he's still clutching in his pocket, the only two things he cared enough to take. He doesn't even need to look at it to see the four happy smiles stained with watermelon juice. Two pink haired kids that could be confused by twins, one with a shy smile, the other with a cheerful one, happy to be included with his brother friends. Next, a fierce smile showing two small fangs, already a force of nature at his young age. In the middle, a blond kid with the most radiant smile Haruchiyo ever saw, capable of making everything shine just with his presence. Full of life, of dreams. Full of potential. Brighter than the sun, a true leader.

But that was a long time ago and, once again, Sanzu is the only one who remembers. The man staggering in the rain is now the only survivor from that photo. Only him, alone in this fuck up world where nothing and no one matters anymore. Not without Mikey. Even Bonten can burn from what he cares.

He keeps walking (it feels more like floating for him, floating in a cloud of pain and numbness at the same time). Until he finally reaches his destination, an abandoned bowling alley. Sanzu enters in some kind of trance, not sure if he's dissociating or too intoxicated. He doesn't care.

He sits down exactly in the same place his king sat down. How many days had passed since that moment? One? Two? Ages. It certainly feels like ages for him. Haruchiyo hugs himself, trying to make space for his legs inside the big comforting jacket. Completely curled up. And he cries, he cries like he hasn't allowed himself to do so in the last ten years.

He's starting to sober up, he can feel it. Because the flashbacks are coming back. Shinichiro jumping from that bridge. Mikey jumping from this exact building. Mikey falling from the stairs, that awful “clonk”. Mikey jumping again from this building.

Haruchiyo screams, holding his head with both hands, begging the images to stop, unable to continue reliving those memories. He needs everything to stop, to be quiet, his shattered mind can't take it anymore.

He takes out a small box from his pocket, looking at the content. Everything he needs is here, he knows how to do it, how to make sure he's not going to wake up from this trip. His stupid hands are shaking while he gets the syringe ready.

For some reason, he suddenly remembers Kakucho's words a few months ago. He hates it, he hates thinking in that fucker when he's about to die. But the other man was right, wasn't he? Mikey never cared about Sanzu, he spent years of his life trying to keep his king alive and it was all for nothing. Everything blew up in one night.

A manic laugh escapes between his whimpers. Of course is that, he's fucking jealous. Sanzu is fucking jealous because at least Kakucho got to held Izana's hand when he died, he got to comfort his king in his last moments. Sanzu didn't had that, Hanagaki was the one holding Mikey's hand. Always that cockroach, never him.

What did he expect anyway? Haruchiyo is just a failure. He never deserved to be the one making his king last moments less painful. Of course, he should had known. He failed everyone. He failed Shinichiro, unable to protect Mikey, to be the friend he promised he would be. He failed Mikey, watching him falling into the darkness, becoming the same empty shell he already saw in a past that never happened, and doing nothing about it.

Sanzu doesn't have anything left. He also killed his own chance of happiness a long time ago (he also failed his captain, didn't he?). The only thing left for him is to disappear, to follow his king. He's going with him, because he's being following Mikey for so long, that he doesn't see any other choice. He's going with him, because he doesn't deserve to keep living when he couldn't save Mikey.

But it's fine, the drug is already kicking in, his body feels more relaxed. Even his mind seems to be quiet, almost in peace. He looks at the old photo one last time, before drifting out of consciousness, looking for safety in the inner part of the leather, pretending it smells like cheesecake.

It's fine, because at the end of the day... Haruchiyo was just a failure.

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roppongisorchid · 5 months

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Since we got the official coloring for bonten - especially the matching eye color of Sanzu & Takeomi - gave me instantly an idea~

🎴Brotherhood🎴

Tiny angsty-wholesome one shot

Characters are mainly Sanzu x Rindou

Mention of Takeomi & Ran

TW : drug$, violence

Words : 357

In the dimly lit bathroom of the Bonten headquarters, Sanzu’s reflection stared back at him through bloodshot eyes. The drugs coursing through his veins blurred the lines between reality and his haunting memories of Takeomi. Each twitch of his fingers echoed the unresolved rage he harbored deep within.

The mirror became a canvas for his frustration, a canvas that held the twisted image of his older brother. Sanzu’s fist collided with the glass, shards scattering like his fragmented thoughts. As the broken pieces fell to the cold tiles, so did the illusion of control that the drugs had falsely promised.

On the bathroom floor, amidst the wreckage of the mirror, Sanzu found himself drowning in a abyss of emotions. The weight of resentment pressed down on him, and the echoes of past grievances reverberated in the hollow space. The chaos in his mind mirrored the shattered reflection around him.

Just as despair threatened to consume him entirely, a distant sound broke through the haze—the sharp impact of a door being kicked in. Rindou, with his unyielding loyalty, stood in the doorway. His eyes, a stark contrast to Sanzu’s, wide awake, held concern for the pink haired.

Rindou stepped into the shattered scene. He didn’t judge; he understood. Always. Kneeling beside his boyfriend “Sanzu,” he whispered, concern etched across his face as he carefully approached the broken man.

Ran lingered in the doorway, a silent guardian offering support from a distance watching his younger brother beside Sanzu, his touch gentle yet firm. In the midst of the storm, Rindou became the anchor, a lifeline for the troubled Bonten number one executive.

As Sanzu’s walls crumbled, his pain spilled out in waves, a torrent of emotions that Rindou patiently weathered. In the background, Ran observed, a silent witness to the complexities of their intertwined lives. Together, they navigated the wreckage, trying to piece together a semblance of healing in the shattered fragments of that bathroom.

He began to pick up the broken fragments, piece by piece. In the silence that followed, Rindou’s presence spoke volumes—a silent promise, that no matter the darkness, even about the childhood that Sanzu never spoke of, not even with him, not even knowing that the eyes he so deeply loved are shared with the person the other so deeply hated, the brotherhood of Bonten though, would never crumble.

#haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #rinzu #bonten sanzu #bonten #fanfic #oneshot #sanzu x Rindou #sanzu angst #takeomi akashi

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blueparadis · 2 years

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𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

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CW - afab-reader, fluff, mutual pinning, slight angst ( please we're talking about the most frustrated bonten criminal), mention of cigarettes, explicit smut, mature language, dirty talk, implied cum play, dilf Takeomi,use of pet-names, bonten au, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink,baby trapping, exhibitionism (car~garage sex), porn with plot ;PRECIS: Takeomi and his daughter both likes your company. WC- 1.2K ; TAGS- @zoraedits @haitaniapologist @etheralyonn + @tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner

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Takeomi Akashi dressed in a black shirt with grey trousers leaning against the door frame, the grey suit spread over his lower arm as watches you silently. He loves the fact that his daughter is so comfortable in your presence. Regret doesn't soak his heart and pushing all the ‘what could have been(s)’ aside he enters the room, knocking on the door.

“Hey, there sweetie. Give Dada a hug!”, he coos spreading his arms and jocking down. As the toddler runs into his arms, you quickly adjust your dress looking at him. He gives you a grateful nod as your eyes meet his. Your heart drops the moment you notice his eyes falling over your feet. It had a bandage near your ankle.

“Was my little girl good or bad?”, he softly asks to which his daughter replies, “goo-ud” followed by a giggle. You notice that your time is almost over so you ask him if you can leave. And he didn't let you go, that was his first mistake.

“You can walk with that wound on your feet?”, he asks. His daughter extends her small hands towards you and you had to take her in your arms. Akashi’s face lits up with a smile as he mumbles, “Guess she likes you too.” and you could feel your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “She had her dinner. I'll put her to sleep and then

—then have your dinner and I shall drop you” he finishes your line. As his daughter went to sleep you ponder that it wouldn't hurt if you spend time with him when your shift is over yet it was still against the rules. It's been over a month what could possibly happen.

As you walked over to the kitchen, he was already laying on the table. “Sorry, you had to make her sleep. Sometimes, she can be a bit moody.” but you denied saying, “She played a lot today. She was tired. She's asleep already.” He draws out the chair for you to take the seat. As you do your back grazes his fingers. Akashi’s jaw clenches.

He shifts his broad palm over your back as he gets you the food bowls. Is he doing it on purpose? Isn't he aware of the rules? His palm shifts over your shoulder as he notices your thighs brushing against each other and finally you crossed your legs one upon the other as he removes his hand asking, “Where do you live?”

“Glad you asked.”, you said clearing your throat and taking a bite. He raises an eyebrow tilting his head exclaiming amusingly, “Girl I was asking because I could drop my daughter off while going to my office, that is, only if you agree!” Mouth stuffed with food, mind filled with thoughts of him, and all you could mumble was, “Waa-t?” “Nevermind”, he whispers getting his plate on the sink.

“Sir, it's already so late. I can go by myself”, you mumble walking up to him to wash your hands. He stares at you through the corner of his eye as he chucks down half of the water bottle. You quickly look away as you watch his adam apple bob.

“Then, you wanna stay?”, he mumbles and everything around you just halts. Before your lips could protest, your body could move he was already out of the kitchen. You stood like a statue for a while a bit bruised by his behavior. So, you decided it's best to agree with him.

The car ride was silent. There was nothing to look through the window. It's late and the streets are lone. “Yeah, just halt”, you mumble as you reach your home. And all the way, you've already decided to decline him as your customer.

He clicks his tongue exclaiming, “Sorry. I - I didn't mean to say it like that. I -

“You do know that we're not allowed to spend time with our clients. Not that it matters, I'll already switch with another client.”, you tartly before getting out of the car.

“Open the door!”, you mumbled eyes staring down as his lips part, “Well, that's kinda good for us.”, he exclaimed unlocking the door extending his arm over your. The smell of his sweat mixed with perfume and tobacco rusted your senses. And as you connect the dots you look at him but it was already too late. He had his cigarette between his lips and his phone in his hand.

Yes, it was foolish to hope something for it. Takeomi clicks his tongue pulling you back into the car an arm rested over the stirring wheel with the fuming cigarette in between his fingers while the other arm palmed your face pulling you for a kiss.

Both of your hands grab onto the collar of his exquisite grey suit pulling him closer. As you he pulls away, he makes you sit on his lap. “Glad that you wore two-piece”, he buzzes getting rid of your upper. Quickly unhooking the bra he processed to suck your nipples making you moan. You buck your hips to feel his shaft making him stop. “I- I want inside you. Please”, you plead.

“What? Like this? You sure you can take me girl.”, he whispers boldly into your ears as he rubs your clit.

“Mmmgh..mmhn”, you nodd licking your lips ready to unbuckle his belt. It's thick and aroused and you roll your eyes as his fat girth slides inside you.

“Hold onto me ’kay!“, he mumbles placing you on the seat, as he gets the seat in a slanting position. “Ahhh fuck!”, you scream feeling his tip hit your spot sending shockwaves throughout your body.

“Think your dad would be happy? Knowing you're spreading your legs for me? Getting fucked dumb in the garage? Huh? Oh gwad! such a tight pussy.”, he hisses as you cover your mouth eyes closing shut in pleasure. “I’m gonna fill your womb with babies. so that you don't leave my sight”, he adds guiding your hands around his shoulders as he slips his hands underneath your waist.

He starts to thrust your hips against his. His strokes are deep, strong, and healthy. His fat cock is enough to fill you up. Muffled moans filling the car while the window panes become hazy. “I’m gonna stuff you full.”, he hisses as you whimper reaching your high. You notice his cock hitting deep inside your womb, as your lower belly bulges.

“Think you can take me? Think this small pussy of yours can take my seed?”, his strokes are sloppy when he talks. Body burning, your gummy walls clenching around his cock as you feel you’re high. “Fuuck... you're good. You're taking me so well baby girl.”, he praises, his tone declaring he's close too. As he pours his cum inside your womb, he groans loudly pulling out.

Getting himself back in the seat, he slips his coat over your body. “Think you can walk up to your room after this or should I ...just carry you back to my home?”, he exclaims squeezing your thighs as you put on your upper, shoving your bra inside your bag. “How can I walk with this sprained ankle?”, you say adjusting your skirt to hide your wet mess as you notice him grinning at your answer.

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hyocherie · 2 years

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currently working on a 1st gen bd chatfic with shinwaka and benomi....

#idk what to start #the book 2 of my series #another oneshot for shinwaka #or that chatfic #or let me finish that one oneshot that only has one chapter left #help me pls #hyocherie #tokyo revengers #sano shinichiro #inc0rrect1stgenblackdragons #imaushi wakasa #shinwaka #wakashin #takeben #benomi #akashi takeomi #arashi keizo

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goteique · 1 year

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TOKYO REVENGERS

→ [ HEADCANONS ]

→ [ ONESHOTS, DRABBLES, FICS ]

SANO SHINICHIRO — cause i want you to like me

CHIFUYU MATSUNO — grayscale life | we're cooler than that |

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA — grayscale life | why do we lie to each other | his halo |

BAJI KEISUKE — my feral princess |

MITSUYA TAKASHI — settle down with me | home sickness | rock n' roll |

KEN RYUGUJI — settle down with me | happier than ever

RAN HAITANI — lavender gaze | i was 19 in a white dress | home sickness |

RINDOU HAITANI — vulnerable vows |

SANZU HARUCHIYO — a little death | taking care of your beloved | the girl in red | unexpected meet

KAKUCHO HITTO — rose bath. | 3:01

TAKEOMI AKASHI — city in rain | lucky encounter | dilf!takeomi

HANMA SHUJI — that's so peachy | wild games | mind games | adore you |

NAOTO TACHIBANA — cresent impulse |

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI — city in rain |

SHION MADARAME — be my harley quinn

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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masterlist

TOKYO REVENGERS

SERIES

MASTER LIST

GANGS/FAMILY

KANTO

BLACK DRAGONS

TOMAN

TENJIKU

BONTEN

BONTEN 2

SANO FAMILY

AKASHI FAMILY

VARIETY

Character Oneshots/HC

Mikey

SANZU

WAKASA

RAN

RINDO

HAITANI BROTHERS

ANGRY

SMILEY

KAWATA TWINS

KAKUCHO

KOKONOI

DRAKEN

HAKKAI

MITSUYA

BAJI

CHIFUYU

INUI

KAZUTORA

SHINCHIRO

Mochi

Takemichi

Takeomi

BENKEI

TAIJU

IZANA

MUTO

HANMA

Peh-Yan

KISAKI

PAH-CHIN

SHION

#tokyo revengers baji #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #mikey x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #sanzu x male reader #haitani rindou #sanzu x reader

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moonie-moon-o7 · 3 months

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⋆⋆☾❀𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙❀☽⋆⋆

fluff: 🎀 lime: 🌹 headcanons: 🎐 oneshots: 🏮

.☆. One Piece .☆.

⋆⋆Portgas D. Ace⋆⋆

relationship headcanons🎐🎀

⋆⋆Shanks⋆⋆

relationship headcanons🎐🎀

⋆⋆Donquixote Rosinante⋆⋆

relationship headcanons🎐🎀

⋆⋆Sanji⋆⋆

relationship headcanons 🎐🎀

⋆⋆Trafalgar D. Water Law⋆⋆

⋆⋆King the Wildfire⋆⋆

⋆⋆Charlotte Katakuri⋆⋆

relationship headcanons 🎐🎀

⋆⋆Sabo⋆⋆

⋆⋆Koby⋆⋆

⋆⋆Whitebeard pirates⋆⋆

Incorrect quotes

⋆⋆Strawhat pirates⋆⋆

⋆⋆Red-hair pirates⋆⋆

Incorrect quotes

⋆⋆Beast pirates⋆⋆

Incorect Quotes

⋆⋆Big mom pirates⋆⋆

Incorrect Quotes

.☆. Tokyo Revengers .☆.

⋆⋆Manjiro Sano⋆⋆

⋆⋆Shinichiro Sano⋆⋆

⋆⋆Izana Kurokawa⋆⋆

⋆⋆Kakucho⋆⋆

⋆⋆Ran Haitani⋆⋆

⋆⋆Rindo Haitani⋆⋆

⋆⋆Shion Madarame⋆⋆

⋆⋆Mochizuki Kanji⋆⋆

⋆⋆Hajime Kokonoi⋆⋆

⋆⋆Seishu Inui⋆⋆

⋆⋆Haruchiyo Sanzu⋆⋆

⋆⋆Takeomi Akashi⋆⋆

⋆⋆Wakasa Imaushi⋆⋆

⋆⋆Takashi Mitsuya⋆⋆

⋆⋆Hakkai Shiba⋆⋆

⋆⋆Taiju Shiba⋆⋆

⋆⋆Shuji Hanma⋆⋆

⋆⋆Chifuyu Matsuno⋆⋆

⋆⋆Keisuke Baji⋆⋆

⋆⋆Naoto Tachibana⋆⋆

⋆⋆Soya Kawata⋆⋆

⋆⋆Nahoya Kawata⋆⋆

⋆⋆Kazutora Hanemiya⋆⋆

⋆⋆Atsushi Sendo⋆⋆

⋆⋆Kazuchi Yamagishi⋆⋆

⋆⋆Takuya Yamamoto⋆⋆

.☆. Dr. Stone .☆.

⋆⋆Senku Ishigami⋆⋆

⋆⋆Tsukasa Shishio⋆⋆

⋆⋆Gen Asagiri⋆⋆

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benkeibear · 1 year

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ꕤ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 ꕤ

꒰ ͜͡➸ Multicharacter

☰ Shinichiro Sano

Fics:

In every timeline | going back | losing you

NSFW:

NSFW Alphabet

Finding pleasure

Stalker

☰ Keizo Arashi (Benkei)

Oneshots:

Lunch date

Headcanons:

Relationship Headcanons | part 2

First date

A day in your life

NSFW:

NSFW Alphabet

Relationship Headcanons

Onlyfans

Spank me please

☰ Wakasa Imaushi

NSFW:

NSFW Alphabet

NSFW Links

☰ Takeomi Akashi

NSFW:

NSFW Alphabet

☰ Taiju Shiba

Headcanons:

Relationship Headcanons

NSFW:

NSFW Alphabet

Of cookies and love

#Black Dragons

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meowdarame · 2 years

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An open collab for both writers and artists!! In honor of me hitting 2k followers and permanently moving into The Diontori Residence, I’m hosting this collab as a sort of “housewarming party” for my blog!

Theme: Parties! Whether it be a house party, a birthday party, a frat party, or a party at the club— anything goes! As long as your work contains a party scene or takes place at a party, it’s eligible for this collab!

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen

Deadline: No deadline! But if you’re someone who prefers to have a due date, then feel free to post your work by January 1, 2023!

Status: OPEN!! Accepting creators now!!

RULES

You must be 18+ to join! Please have your age visible on your blog; ageless blogs will not be allowed to join and minors will be blocked.

SFW, N/SFW, and DC are all allowed! Just please be sure to tag warnings as necessary.

All characters must be canonically 18+ or aged up. No exceptions.

All writing is accepted (headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, fics, series, SMAUs, etc). There is no required word limit; however, please try to write at least 500 words!

To join, send me an ask or a DM, including which character(s) you are writing for, your preferred reader (M, F, GN). Last day to join will be December 1, 2022.

Each writer can sign up for only one work at a time. I want this to be a fun and low-stress collab! Should you finish and want to write another, you are welcome to join again.

Three (3) character repeats are allowed. So if your first choice character is already chosen, please select another one! Threesomes and polyships are also accepted!

Please reblog this post after you sign up!

When your work is posted, please tag me or send it to me in my inbox. Please also use the tag #cordiallyinvitedcollab on your submission!

Notes: If you have any questions regarding the technicalities of the collab or need help fleshing out an idea, do not hesitate to reach out to me! I’m glad to help!

MASTERLIST

Haikyuu!!

❥ @tetsukentona | tetsuro kuroo x f!reader

❥ @lou-struck | tooru oikawa x reader

❥ @bo-cute-to | hajime iwaizumi x reader

❥ @festive | kiyoomi sakusa x reader

❥ @portfolio-of-dreams | tobio kageyama x f!reader

❥ @semisgroupie | semi eita x f!reader

❥ @iwaizumis-bitch | tooru oikawa x f!reader x hajime iwaizumi

❥ @heroesfan101 | daichi sawamura x f!reader

❥ @bokutosmochi | tetsuro kuroo x f!reader

❥ @mrskenmakozume | tetsuro kuroo x f!reader

Tokyo Revengers

❥ @/sweetsbysatori | bonten!trio x f!reader

⁀➷ “say ahh” | N/SFW

❥ @bokuroskitten | ken “draken” ryuguji x reader

❥ @kisakiapologist | shuji hanma x f!reader x tetta kisaki

❥ @bxnten | ran haitani x f!reader x rindou haitani

⁀➷ lovegame! | N/SFW

❥ @1990-05-10 | ran haitani x f!reader

❥ @pinkhorangnabi | takeomi akashi x reader

❥ @sweet-seishu | seishu inui x f!reader

⁀➷ i only come for you | N/SFW

❥ @arlertslove | takashi mitsuya x reader

❥ @bxnten | haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader

❥ @eunoji | imaushi wakasa x reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

❥ @somelattes | megumi fushiguro x f!reader

⁀➷ i think he knows

❥ @wisenerdcreator | toji fushiguro x f!reader

❥ @poohbea | gojo satoru x reader

❥ @bobbys-naughty-corner | aoi todo x black!f!reader

❥ @mclovin-mcjagger | suguru getou x f!reader x satoru gojo

#haikyuu collab #tokyo revengers collab #jujutsu kaisen collab #jjk collab #tokrev collab #hq collab #tr collab #anime collab #🎲.writes #🎲.collabs

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vquacki · 3 years

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☠︎︎TroubleMaker☠︎︎

Short DAD Scenarios

Bonten as Dads, with their troublemaker kid/s

Characters: BONTEN - Akashi Takeomi, Manjiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, excessive use of kid/child, housewife Kokonoi >.<

C/N = Child Name

Note : i'm tired, not proof read hehe >.< enjoy! <3 requested!

T A K E O M I / Slobermouth

Age was definitely getting to the man, having to get rid of his smoking habit once his angel was born. The child reminding him so much of Senju with her playful attitude. Always causing trouble wherever the kid went, following right in the footsteps of her aunt.

Beautiful baby girl that was revealed into the world around two years ago, eyes just like his Y/N with exceptional features like her fathers. But being a part of Bonten meant many disadvantages for the young lad, not being able to find a school that would accept the kid, let alone a babysitter that could handle her.

It left one option, the one Akashi wasn't particularly fond of but there were no other choices.

“Why'd ya bring your kid Takeomi? This look like a playground to you?” Mochi sneered, hands crossed from his chair observing the dueled hair man approach the long table where Bonten was holding their meeting. His kid tucked in Akashi’s arms, the curious child looking around the darkly lit room.

“Shut it Mochi” Sanzu growled, shutting the male up instantly when his icy orbs met the others.

“Mikey, what's on the agenda?” Sanzu turned towards the head of the group, the blonde having a lack of emotion on his face while he ate his dorayaki. The other males fell silent when their leader spewing words while Akashi set the girl down, crossing his legs on his assigned meeting chair. blankly listening to Mikey’s plan.

Authorizing the child to roam around, nimble hands coming in contact with any object in reach. Empty plastic cups deposited around the floor, being disregarded by the toddler not finding the liquids interesting enough to touch.

That was until she saw it, a black ‘toy’ that looked similar to the nerf gun her father had gotten her.

Happily giggling while she grasped the item in between her tiny fingers. Safety trigger being locked of course, since the object was just sitting in Sanzu’s pocket a few minutes prior. Ripples of drool smearing all over the firearm as she played with it, mouth slobbering on the bullet shooting machine.

“Hey Akashi, what's that thing in her mouth?” Ran’s bored voice shot up, hand that wasn't occupied holding his sleepy figure up pointed at the girl. Making all the bonten members' attention focus on the baby crawling around on the ground.

“What? I didn't bring her toy- IS THAT A GUN?” Akashi tripped over himself as he bolted over to the girl, quickly ripping the rod out of her mouth. Eyes examining the kid for any possible injuries, sighing in relief when he noticed there weren't any.

His cold orbs turning around to glare at the pink-ette, noticing the pink sharpie with the man's initials scribbled on the bullet holder.

“Sanzu! Why is your gun on the floor? My daughter could’ve shot herself in the mouth” Akashi yelled, causing the other men in the room to laugh at his apprehensive behavior. The whole scene being quite the show, the skunk haired man usually being as quiet as a mouse in normal situations.

“Oh- my bad” Sanzu replied nonchalantly with a shrug.

“You said our daughter had a gun in her mouth?” Your voice making Akashi turn pale, head slowly twisting to the door frame where you stood. Lunchboxes with baby formula in hand, that you were planning to drop off.

“Wait- Y/N! It wasn't my faul-” Akashi moved his hands in front of him, trying to explain the scene to you. His body cowering before you as you walked over to him, dropping the lunch boxes on the floor to bonk the male over the head.

Though even if he did explain the citation, it really wouldn't help much. At all.

M A N J I R O / ouch! my hair!

It wasn't a question he loved you and his child, having been a new father, and the sad past aligning his childhood. He was a fairly awkward father, not knowing what to do in these types of circumstances. You would do most of the cooing, keeping the baby at bay while he watched from a safe distance.

Alas you were out with a few friends, having some you time while your husband insisted on watching the kid. Knowing fully well your husband wasn't that capable, you declined. Only to get pushed out of the house, Mikey saying a quick ‘i love you, have fun!’ before slamming the door on your face. A decision he was starting to regret when he felt the small monkey like human mount his back,

Eyes blown out wide when he felt a hand yank at the hair attached to his scalp,

“Ow! C/N stop, that hurts!” Mikey used a hand to reach behind him, retracing it when he felt small teeth bite his finger. Failing to get the climbing child yanking at his locks that were being used as latters.

Obnoxious giggles coming from his back at his pained yelp, he didn't even remember how he got in this state, or what tempted the small being to ascend him. He secretly prayed that you would get back early, whether it started raining or your friend caught a cold, he wanted you home. Immediately.

He couldn't, or rather didn't know what to do. His head started to hurt from the constant pulling, the toddler only holding on by his hair and the leg swung over his shoulder. The urine stained diaper mere inches away from his face, the smell making him gag.

His prayers were finally answered when he heard the front door unlock, a sweet voice calling out his name along with the babies.

“Y/N help me!” Mikey whined as he used his feet to kick the ground, a pout on his face when he pointed behind him to the wild child.

“Ahhh, C/N whatcha doing on daddies back?” You smiled, arms stretched to ozooze the child with, ignoring your pouty faced husband.

“Y/N~ they literally tortured me!” Mikey raved, an accusing finger pointing to the kid snickering in your arms.

“Look at this! A chunk of my hair fell out!” He added, a few strands of his blonde locks on the palm of his hand that was ravaging through his aching scalp. Rubbing at the spot to ease the pain.

K O K O N O I / I said dont say that brat!

“Fuck” Kokonoi groaned, maneuvering the pan handle in his hand. An annoyed look on his face, having to throw another wasted egg down the trash disposal. The yellow hues being burnt to a crisp at Kokonoi’s horrendous cooking.

“Burnt the damn eggs again” He huffed, placing the empty pan on the stove. Sweaty hands wiping across the pink apron sprung around his waist. Gruel hours of the morning spent ‘trying’ to make his sleeping wife breakfast in bed. His wide awake toddler staring up at him from their tiny portable crib.

“Dumb ass eggs” He muttered, frusteration slowly building up inside the man.

“Fuck” Kokonoi’s head whipped around, mouth agape at the fit of laughter from his child, upon seeing it’s fathers widened eyes.

“Hey! Don't say that” Kokonoi ordered, though he secretly found it amusing.

“Fuck”

“If your mom heard you right now, she’d say i'm a bad example-”

“Kokonoi. Why is C/N saying that?” You questioned, voice still groggy from your previous slumber you were stripped from when you smelt the burnt fumes lingering in your vents.

“He said that by themself! I swear I didnt-” Kokonoi raised both his hands up in defense.

“Ass eggs” The child laughed, repeating the words her dad had growled.

“No~ C/N you can't say that” You scolded, picking the child up from their crib to playfully rock them in your arms.

“Damn eggs” They mumbled, small hands clapping at your shocked expression.

“Brat just doesn't listen” Kokonoi shook his head, a faked disapproving look on his face.

“You shouldnt be cussing in front of them in the first place!” You yelled, jokingly kicking the male on the bum.

“Ehh? They're the one copying me! It's not my fault!” Kokonoi revoked, turning around to dodge one of your kicks.

“I'm just trying to make egg omelets for breakfast!” He spouted, running around the island table to get away from your bewildered beatings.

“You burnt them.”

“They burnt themselves..”

K A K U C H O / Messy

You were at work, leaving your husband with your child alone at home. According to Kakucho, there wasn't any bonten work to get done that day so having the day off. He stayed home with his kid, letting the child sketch on the coloring book while he sat on the couch.

Now and then switching his attention from the tv to the kid on the floor, making sure they were causing any sort of trouble. Not wanting to get lectured by you when you came home, though the male was very responsible.

Not this time though,

“Dadda, I got a tattoo” The kid pointed at their face, messily layed marker colors drawn all over. Fingers, hands, and face covered with a different variety of colors. The gesture only earning a sigh from Kakucho, it hadn't even been three seconds since the male last looked at the kid.

How in the world did they do this without Kakucho noticing.

“That's dirty C/N, no more,” Kakucho said, steadily picking his child up, taking the marker out of their small hand. Dropping the art supply on the carpeted floor.

“Aww, why not dadda” The child pouted, red colors crossed on their face; probably copying the makeup they saw you wearing when you exited the house.

“Because mommy will yell at us if you keep drawing on your face” Kakucho answered, taking the both of them to the bathroom located down the hallway. Using his free hand to twist the knob open, turning the faucet on. Letting the water warm up so he could splash the liquid on the child's face to clear the art work they had portrayed on their face.

“Okay kiddo close your eyes”

Obeying their father, water wiping off their masterpiece. Once the streaks were gone, gently wiping the dry towel against the child. Hoping you wouldn't notice the disaster that happened when you were gone.

R I N D O U / Attack em!

Rindou swallowed his pride, a toothy smile on his face as he whipped the spoon full of baby food around.

“The air planes coming, say ahh~” His eyebrow twitched at the cringe worthy words, even worse having to say it in front of you.

“Aww Rindou~ so cute” You cooed, teasing the male. The man cutely feeding your toddler.

“Shut up!” His cheeks blushed, it shouldn't have been an embarrassing moment if you weren't purring at his every move.

“C'mon they're opening up for the plane!” You laughed, the child hesitantly gaping their mouth for Rindou’s so-called ‘airplane’.

“Woosh~” Rindou making the airplane affect as he pushed the spoon into the child's mouth. Ignoring all the laughing that erupted from your own mouth.

“Smile for the camera!” You beamed, phone all up in the twos face. Filming the wholesome moment, how the male failed to notice your phone clicking with photos and videos? Who knows, all you knew was he was enormously embarrassed.

Using one hand to block his face while the other whipped through the air, reaching for your phone to have it ripped away from him.

“Nuh uh” you giggled, running across the room to shield yourself.

“Delete it” He murmured, red tinted blush blooming across his face.

“Mm no!”

“Y/N you better delete it right now”

“Ulegh” The noise making you both look at the third person in the room, a happy smile on the kids face. A mixture of the food sitting in the bowl next to the child mushed between their fingers. Eyes filled with joy as they evilly threw the food at their fathers dress shirt.

“Hey! Why are you throwing food at me!” Rindou yelled, causing the once attention deprived child to laugh.

“Attack daddy!” You hollered, joining in on the one sided food fight, taking a handful of the disgusting baby mix. Tossing it over at the not so amused male.

“No! No stop!

“Get em!”

R A N / That is MY weapon!

The day had been chaotic enough, having been called to a fight out of nowhere. Swiftly gelling up his hair, finding some button up that didn't have baby barf stains on them.

“Y/N! Have you seen my baton?” Ran asked, his heavy footsteps roaming your house in search of his weapon. He could've been long gone by now, being able to fight perfectly fine without this long weapon.

“I can't seem to find it anywhere” He yelled, hand fumbling with buttoning up his shirt.

“No, I haven't seen it.” You replied sitting from the couch, light sounds of news reporters coming from the tv. A guilt ridden sigh escaping your lips, sitting up to help look for the panicking males stuff. Your child sitting, their back facing you as they seemingly played with their toys scattered in front of them.

“C/N let’s look for papa’s bat” You cheered, kneeling down beside the child. The toddler turning to you when they heard their name being called, revealing the black armament resting in their hands.

“Ran, I've found your baton!” You laughed, adoring the affiar playing in front of you. Your child holding the baton Ran had had most of his life, using the item to slay the many men who stood in his way.

The man running towards your voice, seeing you and the child sitting on the rug.

“Where” He asked, raising a brow when he didnt see the abject you said you had found.

“C/N had it” You answered, pointing at the kid.

“What the- okay baby give daddy back his stuff” Ran rebelled on the rug beside your child, palm outstretched for them to give back. Smile fading when he got bonked on the head by his own weapon, holding the slowly building bump, mouth ajar at the surprising reaction.

You almost cried at the sight, your child repeatedly hitting her father with the baton. Clutching your stomach as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Why are you hitting me! I just want my baton back C/N!”

It was a sight to behold, knowing damn well the memory would stick in your mind for the rest of your life.

S A N Z U / why ya running?

Family time was in store for the three of you, Sanzu being gone most of the week. Taking his day off as the perfect opportunity to go grocery shopping together. Quality time for all of you, needing a stress reliever,

“What's next on the list?” Sanzu asked, dropping the canned food into the cart.

“Do you want anything C/N?” You leaned down to the child holding the railing to the cart their father was pushing.

“Chips!” They brightened, jumping up and down from excitement of getting their favorite snack. You gave them a smile, patting the child on the head from their content answer. All until you felt a sprung from your bladder, the feet tingling feeling of needing to use the bathroom.

“Haru, could you take them? I'm going to use the bathroom” You asked, closing the gap between your two legs. Stiffening from the itching feelings to release the water you had drunk hours earlier.

“Okay, hurry up.” He sighed, ushering you away, watching your back fade from the aisle.

“Okay kiddo, what chips do you want?” Sanzu raised a brow, eyes peering down to the child that was grinning up at him. The man was usually playful with his kid, wanting him to experience the love Sanzu had not witnessed when he himself was a mere child.

“Hehe” The kid only laughed at the man before dashing down the rows of canned goods.

“Huh? C/N where are you going!” the grown man hollered, hurriedly pushing the cart to follow them.

“You little shit are you purposely running away from me?” He continued his yelling to no avail, everytime he caught up only to be left in the dust by his giggling boy.

“Come back here C/N, you want to fight little man?!” It had been at least five minutes by now, being held back by the heavy cart he didn't want to leave behind. Turning the corner to see his son belining to the other side, giggling fit heard loud and clear from the devilish child.

“You're killing me kid.” Sanzu groaned, arms using the shelf beside him as support. Old age catching up to him, having not as much stamina as when he was a teen.

“Haru? Why are you sweating?” Your voice perked, rounding the corner with your son's face nuzzled in your arms, hiding the toothy smirk that lingered on the boy's face. Bag of chips hanging from the boy's arm.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”

Yup, that boy was just like Sanzu. Wits and all.

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tsuy4n · 2 years

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|Character/s ➵ All bonten members.

|Warning/s ➵ NSFW, MDNI, Fem!reader, crack language, suggestive themes, making out, cock block(😔).

|Note ➵ Ctto. They look so fine, damn it. Anyways, here's the part 2 that some of you peeps asked for. And I'd be happy to know on what you thought of this story in the comments! Enjoy <3

✿ Part(s): One, Two, Three

"My head." You let out a small groan then blankly stared at the unfamiliar ceiling which you still haven't realized... "My fucking head."

Letting out a sigh, you turn on your side, seeing an unknown but somehow familiar man sleeping on the bed with you which immediately made your eyes wide in shock.

"Did I finally lost my v card?" Was the first questions you asked. "To this fine fucking man?" Pursing your lips, you felt a tear slip out of her eyes. "Holy shit?? Is this for real?" Pumping your fist in the air, you almost shout a cheer.

"I fucking hit jackpot!" You squealed a little, excited to share the news to your friends. "I'm not a goddamn virgin anymore, Haya." You mumble before glancing at the still sleeping man.

"Goddamn pretty." You whisper with a dreamy sigh. "So fucking pretty. So lucky." You do a little victory dance in your mind as a memory suddenly comes in mind, making your face heat up.

It was a memory of you, clothes gone except for the matching undergarments. While half naked, you and the man were kissing each other so slow and passionate first before it became deep and rough, him dominating over you as his button up shirt were now half undone. Your inner self squeals, remembering how his hands traveled and caressed your body, the hazy memory ending there for you with a small huff.

You lift the blanket, wondering if you're naked along with Ran Haitani. A small hum came out of your mouth when your question was answered. You were wearing a large shirt, which obviously belonged to him, with nothing underneath but your black underwear while Ran wore a gray sweatpants next to you, his torso completely bare.

"How sweet. He must've cleaned and dressed me up." You mumble before lifting the blanket again, seeing his toned body with a half tattoo on it.

"...Now that's fucking sexy." You say, face heating up as you press your legs against each other. "Great. I'm getting horny over a tattoo." You roll your eyes at your own words before letting out a small chuckle and biting your lower lip when you took a quick peak at Ran's body once again.

"Damn sexy." You try your best not to squeal like a little girl so you set the blanket back down on your torso and turned your attention back to admire Ran's beauty but seeing him awake absolutely caught you off guard.

Your first reaction was to pull the blanket over your head and turn around in a flash, face turning red from embarrassment when you question yourself on how long was he awake and how much has he heard since he was looking pretty smug with a handsome smirk on his face.

'Cringe.' You thought, face going red from embarrassment. "Good morning, miss horny." The male greets with a small laugh while you question the somehow familiar name he just called you.

"Don't get all shy on me now." You hear him speak once again. "You were such a naughty girl last night, you know?" Your inner self lets out a scream, face flushed at his husky deep voice.

You remain still and quiet under the blanket, your shyness now getting the best of you which Ran found cute as you were a different person unlike last night.

Anxiety fills you up when the male became quiet with you, and it only increased when you feel him shift closer to you, feeling his warm toned body against your back that it made you think your heart was gonna yeet itself out of your chest.

"You're such a cutie." He said as you let out a small squeak when you felt his cold slender fingers make contact against your legs.

"You were so loud last night." You shut your eyes when you felt his hot breath against your nape. Ran was now under the blanket with you and the tension felt heavy for you that it made you aroused.

"Why so quiet now, sweetheart?" His hand caressed your leg up and down first, giving it light squeezes as it stopped on the side of your thighs.

"If you don't let me see your pretty face," Ran moved even closer. His rough hand quickly went to your hip, pulling it against his harshly, a small hiss went through his lips while yours were a yelp.

You bite your lips hard when you felt your underwear getting soaked with your own slick as Ran's hard cock twitching against his pants and at your ass, his heavy breathing against your now red ears made you feel really hot, especially when you're both under the blanket.

"I'm gonna have to punish you." The male finished with a small blow of hot air on your ears making you press your legs harder against your own legs while Ran held your hips so tight, his own bucking at yours made you mewl.

"You're so, haa, fucking cute." He grunts, his hand now moving again to tug the garter of your black panty. "Sexy thing." He mumbles with a smirk before inserting his hand inside, his forefinger and middle finger went up and down your wet folds.

"I've barely touched you and you're so fucking wet already, princess." You held back the moan that was about to escape your mouth while a drool slipped passed and trickled down on the corner of your lips.

"And so sensitive too." Ran chuckles deeply, almost letting out a growl while his cock kept twitching and throbbing inside his gray pants, wanting attention and to be touched by you so badly.

Ran never felt so turned on that he wanted nothing but to bury his cock deep inside your wet cunt, but then he remembers that you're still a virgin which made his eyes darken and thrust his hips harshly a couple of times on you.

The trigger of him being so horny must be because you're a virgin, he wants to cover you with hickeys or bruises. Just the imagination of it made him groan and his dick to release more pre against his pants.

He wants to fuck you so rough, shove his dick deep inside you until you beg him for no more as fat tears stream down your face while you whimper.

Ran must have some kind of corruption kink or something...

He starts to pepper your neck with wet kisses until it came to him biting it lightly first, then moved to biting it hard as bruises started to form on your neck, his fingers still playing with your cunt, rubbing your clit.

"Turn around and let me see your face, [Y/n]." He gruffly said, mentioning your name in a low voice which you obeyed after seconds had passed.

"Great expressions." He huffs, his half lidded beguiling eyes filled with lust bore into your teary-eyed ones.

"Come on, moan my name. Ran." He whispers, biting your earlobe. "Don't hold back. Say it. Moan my fucking name." With a growl, Ran inserts a finger inside in a harsh and quick motion that made you moan out his name loudly along with the sound of something hitting a wall or something..

"I knew you'd make a move on our pet " A voice said with a sigh, obviously shaking their head. "I can't believe you're making out without me." Another voice spoke with a huff.

'Pet? Who???' You question as the events that occurs last night came to you like lightning. Ran takes the blanket of him, but his hand didn't leave your pussy.

"Sorry, guys." Ran chuckles, flashing the stoic Rindou and smirking Kokonoi. "Nothing personal." He showed a subtle smile at them.

"But did you really have to come in and interrupt?" Ran moved his one slender finger inside you making you yelp as he inserts another one.

"Things were really getting good, you know." Ran pumps his fingers inside you for a while, making a moan slip out.

"Oh, what a cute voice." Kokonoi comments. "Bet she'll sound fucking sexy when a dick's finally inside of her." Sanzu states, a devilish smirk on his face while he leans against the doorframe.

"I was about to do that." Ran takes out his fingers and showed the men your glistening slick. "She's fucking tight." Rindou whistles, Koko lets out a chuckle, and Sanzu chuckles at the sight. Ran licks and sucks his fingers.

"Taste so damn amazing." Your face became bright red at their words, and when you decided to just stay still like you did earlier, the blanket was yanked away from you.

And just when you were about to cover your face face with a pillow, it was snatched away including the one you're using by the Haitani brothers. They laughed lightly at your expression.

You looked like a dog that had its ball of toy stolen away.

You huff and turn your back to the men, only to be met by a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes boring into yours.

"Hello.." You greet shyly, a sheepish smile on your face. "Gorgeous." Sanzu chuckles, noticing the way Ran sent you a look as he flashes a smile.

"Morning, horny lady." You swear that you've never felt your eyes and ears so blessed, especially on mornings like this.

"I can die as a happy woman now." You blurt out suddenly which caused the men to go quiet while you continue to stare at Sanzu's face in a daze.

"Oh. Oh shit." You say, a nervous chuckle erupting from you as they just showed a smirk. "Anyways, uhm, something happened between us, right...?" you ask, a bit unsure since the memory you have kept ending with him on top of you on the bed, his fingers playing with you sensitive clit. You glance at Ran, who had his cheek resting on top of his palm, lazily grinning at you.

"Of course, princess." He said, his grin growing wide with mischief in it. "I told you that you were loud last night, right?" Ran states, leaning in close to you.

"Really loud." Rindou joins in with a deep chuckle making you blink your eyes. "...So, I really lost my v card???" You question, head slightly tilted to the side.

"You are such a cute pet." Sanzu comments, patting your head in the process. "No. You woke up in the middle of the night, saying that you were hot and uncomfortable in your clothes." Kokonoi starts

"You left Ran's room to find the bathroom while stripping your clothes off in the way." Sanzu joins in, the memory making them laugh a little. "And we were in the middle of a meeting. You gave everyone quite a show, even Mikey was amused." Rindou states, his hand patting your legs.

"You have a great body, so don't worry your pretty head over it, sweetheart." Ran finishes with a smile, and you swear that you could hear the heart in his sentence while your face goes bright red again, confusion written all over your face as you try to remember the memory.

"Ran excused himself to take your half naked body back to his room." Kokonoi adds making you groan while he obviously enjoys the reaction you're showing.

"And then you started shouting, I'm getting laid tonight! Ey!" Sanzu copies your actions last night with a small wheeze. "Then next thing we know you're singing something: I'm gettin' ripped tonight! R.I.P that pussy, ey!" Sanzu continues, his laugh getting louder as Ran joins in since he was there to witness it all.

"You kept repeating- shouting, singing the Dick word." Rindou chuckles while you wish that someone would bury you six feet in the ground...

"I didn't know that you were that desperate for a dick if it weren't for last night." Ran teases making you scowl at him as Sanzu's laugh echoed in the room.

"Same." You sigh out. "I'm disappointed that nothing really happened between us." Your honesty really amuses and making them speechless.

"We were about to make out last night, but you fell asleep on me." Ran sighs out, tapping your forehead with his forefinger. "I had to take care of junior by myself you know. Even today as well." The male glances at the three men in the room, who only replied by shrugging their shoulder or averting eye contact.

"Oh, you're all gathered here so early in the morning, surprisingly." A voice spoke from behind, catching everyone's attention. "I brought you breakfast." Kakucho enters the room with said breakfast in hand. It was your favorite and you're not even gonna question him on how he knows that information, knowing that he or everyone already did a background check on you since they're literally criminals, but that doesn't faze you.

Nope, not at all. You're only distracted by their beauty.

"You being here and bringing her breakfast is more surprising." Rindou blankly states making the others nod in agreement while the ravenette averts eye contact, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Shut up, man." He mumbles, brows furrowed slightly at the younger Haitani. "Just being thoughtful to...our pet." Kakucho adds, seemingly hesitant to call you like that while Sanzu starts to tease him, earning an icy glare from him.

"Aww! Aren't you a sweetheart!" You smile at the flustered male and took the food, immediately starting to eat as you're already hungry. Kakucho sighs in relief that you didn't seem hurt that he called you did...after all you did call yourself a pet last night and even signed up for it, so everything's well making him flash a little smile, a warmth feeling bubbling inside him as he watches you eat so happily.

"I'll just clean your sheets if it gets dirty, Ran." Said male replied with a go ahead at you, chuckling when he saw your cheeks puffed as it was filled with food. "Thanks for this, uh," With a troubled expression, you try to think or find the memory in your brain if the scarred man had already introduced himself to you. Kakucho chuckles at you.

"Kakucho Hitto, nice meeting you, [F/n] [L/n]." You beam at him and bow your head a little. "Pleasure is mine, sexy." Giggling at your own words, Kokonoi introduced himself as well along with the other men. Koko even told you the missing members' name and their feature so you wouldn't look so confused if they come to greet you.

As you eat, Sanzu takes your hand to take a bite and taste your chosen food. "Not bad." He said, scarred lips curving upwards into a smirk.

"I'm so not gonna get tired of that." You say, giving the pink haired a thumbs up. "Handsome men are the best!" You mutter, not really caring if they all heard it. Sanzu laughs again before grabbing your chin with his hand and pulling you in for a rough kiss, catching you off guard.

"Wha..." You squeak out, face flushed while he licked his lips in a seductive way for your eyes. "You're adorable." He whispered deeply in your ears, feeling his hot breath in the process.

"I can't wait to feel you and destroy that virgin pussy of yours." With a red face, you cover the lower part with your hand as you feel your panty dampen again.

"That's the only problem we have." Kokonoi hums. "Shouldn't you be doing your first with the person you love?" He ask making you wave your hand in front of your face. "Was about to that, but I don't really care about that anymore." You reply blankly. "Love is...Eh." Finishing the last bite of your breakfast, everyone suddenly got quiet, knowing your history with your ex.

They did a good job with their research about your background.

"Thanks again for this Kakucho." You flash a smile at the ravenette who nodded his head in return. "Yet you said that you love our boss." Ran sighs dramatically. "I'm hurt, princess. After the things we've been through?"

"Not much happened between us, Ran." You deadpan. Ran cups your cheek with a taunting smile. "Yet."

You scorn at him, a red hue spreading across your cheeks. "Anyways, about last night. I know what I did..." You trail. "And, I so don't regret what I said! I'm fine with giving my v card to any of you. There's no such thing as true love anyways! For me.." You exclaim, bitterly muttering the last part.

"As your pet, what'll be my job?" With a chuckle or smirk on their faces, Rindou gets close to you, thumb swiping across your lips, getting something out of it.

"I'm sure as hell that pleasing us is one of it." He states, his lazy grin growing wide as he licks the thumb he used against your lips, resulting for your face to heat up again for the nth time.

"And to obey our orders." Takeomi suddenly joins in, a cigarette in his mouth. "Guess you're all happy about the pet you got, hm?" He chuckles out.

"You're taking real good care of her." Takeomi glances at the smug Ran, getting the hint that he made a move on you.

"I'll check on you again later after I'm done with my work, [L/n]." The older man said before completely leaving with a slight wave of his hand.

"Now that I finally got a nice look at you, you're actually really pretty." An unknown deep voice comments. "Oh, thank you." You say bashfully at the tall man who grinned at you.

"I'll see you around." Mochi said, waving his hand at you as he also left. "Yes, see you around, sir!" You shout, then mumbling, "Is being handsome one of the requirements here..?"

"What are you all doing gathered here?" A quiet yet cold voice asked. "Get dressed and start working." Mikey/Manjiro Sano states making some of them sigh and leave the room, some of them bidding you a normal goodbye as some were flirty or naughty remarks making you laugh and roll your eyes.

Ran stands up, giving your forehead a kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower." He informs, sending you a playful wink next. "If you're both gonna make out in my bed, be sure to call me." You giggle, already getting used to this side of him.

"Shower well, sexy!" You say, giving a thumbs up making him chuckle then grunt. Mikey stomped the tall male's foot then entered the room to sit on the bed, acting as if nothing happened while Ran grumbles, "Can't feel my damn foot." On the way to the bathroom.

"You're quiet today." The white haired said making you flash a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry! I don't know what came to last night. Sorry for disturbing your me—"

"You should strip around here more often." Stunned at his words, you just stared at Mikey. "It's entertaining."

In a flash, you hid your head under the pillow as you lie with your stomach on the bed while Mikey stared at you first, wondering what's up before his lips curled up into a small smirk.

"Are you sure about your decision?" He ask, obviously questioning the pet things making you lift the pillow a little and nod your head. "Yeah. You can just think of me as a desperate woman who wants to get laid... despite being surrounded by criminals." You reply quietly as a yelp suddenly came out of you.

"For a virgin, you act like a fucking slut." Mikey deeply said, his hand cupping the cheeks of your ass. "I wonder," He pauses to turn you over and pin your hands above your head so you wouldn't be able to hide your face.

"Which of us is gonna be your first." He lets go of one of your hands to guide it to his hardening cock. "Whose dick will be able to feel your pussy." Mikey leans, a soft peck on your lips.

"I'd be delighted if it were me." He notices the bruises on your neck that was made by Ran earlier, making him frown and bite it, hard enough to draw blood which he licked quickly. Mikey does it a couple of times, satisfied at the sounds you gave.

"Mikey..." Said male lets out a groan, hearing his name come out of your pretty lips. "That's right. Moan my name." Lifting your shirt up, enough to reveal your stomach, he starts to give it wet kisses then looked at you. His dark eyes were piercing as it stared straight into yours.

"Will you let it be me, [Y/n]?"

Finally, Mikey was able to touch, hold, and taste his childhood crush.

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pinkglitteranddeath · 2 years

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Night Out

Prompt- You are the most dangerous female assassin and you just so happen to catch the eyes of Bonten.

Pairing- Bonten x reader

Fandom- Tokyo Revengers.

Warnings- Guns, Violence, Death

Part 1 of The Ace of Hearts Series

The shiny red straps of your ruby cocktail dress glistened as you pulled them over your shoulders. Pulling up the zipper you smoothed out the wrinkles in your dress with your gloved hands you pulled on your sparkly red high heels. Staring at yourself in the mirror you smiled.

To most people you looked like any other rich lady going out to club all night. In actuality you were the most dangerous female assassin of the underworld. The Ace of Hearts. You were called the Ace because you had never failed a mission. Tonight you had been hired to kill some woman's husband so she could collect his money. Normally you wouldn't do these kinds of jobs but the woman was paying good money so you had jumped on the opportunity.

Her husband was supposed to be at one of the clubs you frequented. It was lucky he was going to that particular because the owner was a close friend of yours and would not interfere with your business. The plan was that you would slowly seduce him through the evening and then halfway through the night, take him to one of the V.I.P rooms, then shoot him with the gun in your bag.

With the plan finalized in your mind you put the finishing touches to your makeup and headed out the door of your penthouse suite. Locking the door behind you, you headed to elevator. Within two minutes you were on the bottom floor. Walking out to the street you quickly flagged down a taxi.

The car ride lasted only ten minutes and then you were pulling up in front of the Harlem Club. Getting out and paying the driver you walked up the doors of the club looking out for the man you were supposed to kill. Flashing the security the note that your friend had given you granting you instant permission to any of their clubs you walked inside.

It was already packed with rich people so you decided to go to the bar and see if your quarry was there. He wasn't so you decided to walk around and see if you could spot him. Soon your sharp eyes picked him out of the crowd and you headed over to him.

"Hello," you began as you walked towards him. "Hi," he responded instantly interested by your expensive clothes and seductive voice. Slowly maneuvering him towards the bar you asked "So what is your name?" "Richard," he said "And what is the name of the sexy woman I'm talking to." "Oh my name isn't important," you said with a mysterious smile. Ordering over a drink for him you said "So tell me more about yourself."

As the evening went on you steadily ordered more drinks for him until he was thoroughly drunk. When he had reached the state you wanted him you whispered in his ear "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" Nodding eagerly he stood up pulling you with him.

As you two walked towards the V.I.P booths you realized someone was staring at you. Scanning the club you noticed a man with purple hair and violet eyes staring at you from one of the tables on the side of the club. But before you could register the interaction Richard tugged you along.

You and Richard entered one of the booths quickly closing the door behind you. As soon as the door shut Richard started taking off his shirt. As he faced away from you, you took out the gun you always kept in your bag. However before you could quickly and cleanly shoot him the back of his head he turned. The drunk haze that he was under slightly lifted as he saw the gun pointed towards him. Stumbling backwards he lifted his hands in a pathetic attempt to protect himself.

You raised your gun in a practiced motion ignoring his desperate pleas for mercy. You had never failed a job and you weren't about to start now. Aiming your gun at his head you fired. A loud bang went off (good thing the V.I.P booths were soundproof) and he fell dead to the floor. As he fell you hard the sound of clapping. Two men stood in front of you having entered the room without your notice. 'Damn,' you thought 'I must of forgotten to lock the door. I really don't want to have to more killing tonight.'

You pointed your gun at them but before you could shoot the man with the pink mullet and odd scars around his mouth spoke up. "Don't worry, we won't tell." he said with a slightly psychotic grin. Lowering your gun slightly you turned towards the other man who had familiar purple hair and eyes. Nodding he said "Impressive work especially for one woman. What's your name." "People call me the Ace of Hearts." you responded.

"Ah the infamous Ace of Hearts. I've heard a lot about you." Smiling slightly you asked "What do you two want? And if you truly won't go telling everyone and their mother's can you go? The disposal crew will be here soon."

"What do we want?" said the pink haired one repeating your question "We simply thought you were interesting. Oh and if I were you I wouldn't get so disrespectful do you know who we are."

"Who are you?" you asked. "I am Ran Haitani and he is Sanzu Haruchiyo." said the purpled haired man. Gasping you instantly recognized the two names. Suddenly you really regretted speaking so rashly. But you would never show that you were scared so instead you flashed them a knowing smile.

"So Ace would you join us for drinks?" Ran asked. "I would love to," you said "But I have to go. Here's my number though. Call me some time." Handing him a slip of paper with your number on it you exited the V.I.P. room. Heart still thumping hardly believing that you had had the guts to reject two members of Bonten, you walked out on to street hailing a taxi.

The two men you had left behind were smiling broadly. Unbeknownst to you they had every intention of calling the number you had given them.

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mochiswifey · 2 years

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MASTERLIST <MDNI>

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Recent To Oldest Works

LAST UPDATED July 24th 2022

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HEAD CANNONS

{BONTEN X CEO'S DAUGHTER}

{OUT OF PLACE HEAD CANNONS*BONTEN WHEN THEY SEE YOU UPSET}

{When Bonten has a crush on you}

SERIES

MIND GAMES

ARRANGE MARRIAGE

MIKEY SANZU KAKUCHOU KOKONOI

RAN RINDOU TAKEOMI

KANJI *Decide to write his but kept it personal.

ONESHOTS

If Only You Were A Different Person

{Kanji Mochizuki * Naoto Tachibana}

We Fell Out Of Love

{Kakuchou Hitto * Takashi Mitsuya}

For Your Smile

{Imaushi Wakasa}

Post Apocalyptic World

{Taiju Shiba}

At Last

{Taiju Shiba}

Fragments

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Skeletons

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Brother

{Shion Madarame}

Letting him go.

{Taiju Shiba}

As the world caves in

{Mikey}

Black Swan

{Inui Seishu}

The blame is on you pal.

{South}

HOOKED

{RAN HAITANI}

HIM & I

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UGLY PRIVILEGE

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UM? No.

{Taiju Shiba x Assistant}

THAT'S WRONG DUMBASS

{South Terano X Gang Leader}

WE HAD IT ALL

{KANJI MOCHIZUKI X EX-GIRLFRIEND}

OPEN YOUR EYES

{Reader X Comfort Character}

OLDER MEN ARE TASTIER

{Takeomi Akashi}

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

{MIKEY VS TAKEMITCHI'S SISTER}

TUMBLED

{Rindou X Ex wife}

HOW I CONFESSED TO YOUR MOTHER

{KAZUTORA X CHILDHOOD FRIEND}

CHASING THE GAMBLER

{Kokonoi Hajime X Gambler}

DUELES TAN BIEN :You Hurt Me So Good

{South Terano}

PRODIGIES

{Kisaki Tetta}

¥DISCUSSIONS*THOUGHTS*SPOILERS*LEAKS¥ 260 bruh 259 259 Benkei's bitch ass 258 Taiju

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255

252 GAY POWER

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251

250

249

248

248 Leaks

247 1 2 3 4

247 leaks

246 Leaks * Crack

245 SPOILER

244 THOUGHTS

244 SPOILER & THOUGHTS 2

243 THOUGHTS 2 3 4

243 SPOILER

241 THOUGHT242 SPOILER & THOUGHTS

241 LEAKS

WHAAAAAAAAT?! RANDOM THINGS.

Tokyo Rev Goodies

Sanzu vs Patrick

Tr Cover Volume 28

Tr bois

Sanzu Stop

TVD X TR

Savior Taiju

KOKO’S TONGUE

Songs Daddies Owns

RAN X TAKACHAN

Takemitchi X Mikey

RAN&RIN COLORED

COLORED HARU

MOCHI BUT JARED LETO'S JOKER

DOUBLE M

I'M F UP

CHIFUYU & MOCHI'S ARE BFF GOALS

MIKEY X RICK'S TOILET POOPER

PRETTY BOY MOCHI COLORED

TOO YOUNG FOR THIS

SHIBA BROTHERS

TAKEOMI X MARVEL

WHAT IF MOCHI......

CRACK

My baby boo 💕

SIBLINGS?

TOKYOREV NONSENSE

FALLING IN LOVE

TOKYO REV CRACK (SANZU)

TOKYO REV CHARACTERS’ EVOLUTION

OG’S

SUPER-BOWL

EVOLUTION OF RINDOU

TOKYO REV CRACK (KISAKI SLANDER)

HAKKAI & TAIJU GOODIES

Taiju vs Koko’Inupi

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➺ 5O5 〜 Wakasa Imaushi

+pairing : wakasa & shinichiro x f-reader

+cw: fluff, soft smut, indication of death, mention of anxiety-attack; hurt & comfort.

+type: oneshot | 1k Special Event Post

+synopsis: You & Shinichiro were always together. Taking care of clumsy Shinichiro, giving him a pep talk is what you always did. Though Benkei & Akashi were quite frank with you, wakasa's interaction always ended up with stares. Later, after Shinichiro's death , wakasa turns up at your doorstep; what a cruel twist of fate it is!

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"Could you please visit her, Wakasa? She has been calling me for past few days but-" Benkei lets out a deep sigh staring at the blinking screen of his phone. "I'll go and try looking for Takeomi,bet she tried contacting him too." Wakasa, dressed in a black tuxedo, fluffy hair hanging down to his nape was busy in registering the fact that of all people he's going to visit you. 'How could Benkei ask him to do this?is he aware of my -' his trail of thoughts ended as Benkei exclaimed,"I'll call when I can find Takeomi." The sound of his bike faded as he went out of bounds in a vivid hurry. Wakasa stood bluntly yet all his senses were wide awake by now, aware of the fact how annihilating you would be to have the news of Shinichiro's death.

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs

As he drove the bike ,all he could think about was you, your smile, the way you slightly tug your hair when you're smiling, the way you scold Shinichiro for being cloddish with himself and what not. His Adam's apple bobbed as he realized all these evocations of you are caved with Shinichiro. He can't remember a single memory where you're only in his presence. He halted at a void traffic signal just a few walking steps from your home. His eyes locked onto a florist shop before heading towards your home. He picked a bouquet of white roses, parked his bike to the opposite side of your home and finally he stood infront of your home. Before tapping on the doorbell, he buttoned his suit, adjusted his collar & let out the shortest sigh he could ever exhale.

As you opened the door, his translucent orbs met yours. He handed you the bouquet of roses and softly asked with his bold tone, "Can I come in?" to which you simply nodded in approval. He followed you into your room without much further talk. It wasn't much surprising but it sure was unexpected for him to visit you in that attire. The flower bouquet made it's way in the vase that was kept upon the corner-bed table. "Sit here!" You exclaimed by tapping on your bed. As he sat, his hands travelled slightly backwards resting his upper body in a slant.

Before you could enquire him about this mysterious visit his lips parted & his words spread like wildfires down to your velvet bones. "Listen, I know we don't talk much but I wouldn't come here if it wasn't necessary; so I'll be very blunt about it." he paused , rubbed his hands; let out the longest exhale of regret and finally let out the heavy burden that he has carried all the way within his heart, "I came here from Shinichiro's funeral."

You noticed that his eyes were closed while he spoke followed by a long deep sigh trying to calm his volcanic senses. You were baffled at his words. As you tried to find your voice a burning sensation perforated through the walls of your throat. He became hazy, his movements lagged as you felt warmth upon your cheeks. It felt like you were drowning in the sea of unfathomable sadness trying to grasp onto something; anything : at that dissolving momentary lapse even a frail twig would suffice. As the agony resonated into your soul a pair of hands cupped your face, gently absorbing the ache away as it wiped your cheeks.

Stop and wait a sec

When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked

Wakasa pulled your face in his embrace unable to comprehend what exactly can he do to calm the erupting chaos. You adjusted yourself to his neckline while his hands wrapped around your waist. You were exhausted, irregular gasping breaths, burning eyes. He was gently caressing your back to ease up your breathing pace. After a while as you became aware of your senses again, you realized your nose was aligning with the pulse of his neck.

It was matching with yours; maybe a little bit faster yet you were in no position to comprehend his indolent personality. Your hands that rested aimlessly on his thighs travelled around him to feel his racing pulse, around his shoulders. Releasing a heavy deep breath you adjusted your face aligning with his cheeks. His side profile became visible to you. He seemed unfazed. You stared at his tender pale lips. Your eyelids gave up for a flickering moment and when your eyelids parted again you noticed him , his eyes staring at you as if you're the crimson dawn that laved his life with light.

You turned away your gaze burying your face upon his neck again. Your mouth tasted a bit salty, enough to make you realize it was your tears not his warm skin. He was still running his hands on your back trying his best to ease your pain. "Wakasa" you said with an exhale while his hand movements stopped. "Hmmm?" he cooed. You tilted your face slightly & sucked onto his pulse. At that moment, you felt his strong firm grip on your arms despite his slim stature overpowering his slothful spirit. His hands grabbed you in order to push you away because it was wrong, wrong to have you like this.

Not shy of a spark

The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark

Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark

The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

He looked at your face & within a blink of your eyes he was able to pull you onto his lap, legs along a side. He buried his lips into yours pressing your back. Lips danced against each other. His constant sucks and licks was declaring his irresistible yearning that was buried somewhere in the corner of his heart, all these years. Tears trickled down your cheeks soaking his mellowed skin. With an intent of breaking the kiss you arched back while he swiftly laid you on bed. He buried his face along your shoulders while your hands clenched around his back, grasping, trying to soak all his sadness within the exploding fragility of your stagnant emotions.

"This is a why I didn't want to visit! "he whispered and you felt a soft peck on your temple before his hands left your side. "Don't ! Please." , you murmured as you recognized his gestures of retreat. How could he possibly decline your feeble plea? He couldn't; he wouldn't. His hands made it's way again under your back again squeezing you in his embrace. His hair brushed against your cheeks, neckline ; until he pulled back his posture to face you. His exhaustive pupils watched your digits, your face that have always been beautiful to his eyes, even now. He gently kissed your lips, taking your bottom lip in between his. Your hands dived through his hair making his hold around you tighter. How could he possibly take off your sadness if not by sinking into it?

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Before leaving your room he took a rose from the vase. He tucked it into your hair-bun and went down on his knees ,near your feet. You simply watched him. There was nothing you could talk about. You've never seen this Wakasa before; nobody ever has. "I really didn't want to remember our very first moments of togetherness like this" he spoke as he took your hands into his, rubbing the back of your palm. "Please, be safe for me. I'll come back to you if I can". He kissed your hands before leaving.

The sound of closing door reached your ears. While your heart screamed for him to stay , it went unheard. Before, starting the bike he covered his face with his hands and your face flashed onto his mind, when you were in his embrace. He swallowed a gulp, a gulp of sin that intertwined his soul with yours. Your eyes watched the man in black through the window as his presence faded in the empty streets.

But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

With a beeping tone on his phone, he paused to motionless at a corner of the lane. "Wakasa, found Takeomi" read the message; while it remained unattended as the sound of the bike deafened his ears thinking how will he ever come back from all these labyrinth of emotions.

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile

By @blueparadis :: do not alter and repost elsewhere.

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