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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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you’re late… | wakasa imaushi x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! fem! reader, reader wears skirt and heels, mean/dom! wakasa, pet names: good girl, princess, oral (m! receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia (will I ever stop writing smut with this? no.), collaring/leashing (with a belt), choking, breath play(?), nipple play, clothed sex, office sex, oral (f! receiving)/cunnilingus, cum eating, “just the tip,” teasing, pussy job, tongue fucking, overstimulation, Waka gets called sir like once, exhibitionism, ass play, anal toys, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie, also no aftercare (menace waka).

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: my submission for @arlertslove “sucking off a ceo!” collab! another special shout-out to @xshinigamikittenx for beta reading. 🫶

ring, ring, ring.

Your alarm blared but you were already awake. You couldn’t sleep all that well the night before so you decided to just get up and get ready for your day. You took a hot shower and took your time freshening up. You dressed in your nicest blouse, pencil skirt and red-bottomed heels. You applied soft makeup, not too much, but enough to make it look like you didn’t toss around too much in your sleep.

7:30 in the morning and you were rushing to the office. It was your first day as the secretary to Wakasa Imaushi. The sun was just starting to rise and the morning had a beautiful golden hue to it. You were racing through the crowds of people to make the train, you couldn’t be late, not today. Everyone at the office had already told you about Wakasa’s temper and how it could get pretty bad at times. You hated to admit it but you were nervous- you hadn’t met him yet since he didn’t care to do interviews and was always so busy. You had to make a good first impression, and being late, would not get you on his good side.

The ride over took unbearably long, and a few unnecessary stops created a bigger time crunch for you than you thought. Your hair was a mess as you rushed into the space. A tall glass building, the windows and the outside infrastructure all looked the same. The sun reflected against the sides so brightly it was a surprise there weren't more accidents on this street. You stepped in, hesitantly, almost tripping on the royal purple rug at the entrance. You quickly waved at the doorman and the receptionist as you pushed the button to call the elevator to go up to the 15th floor- the top floor and the only thing in that floor was his office and a few orderly’s. You attempted to tame your hair and took a breath. You checked your watch, 8:05am, only 5 minutes late, maybe he’ll be understanding…

You stood tall and straightened your figure as you walked to his office, before you could even knock a velvet voice spoke:

“Do you own a watch? Should I make you sleep in your office so this doesn’t happen again? You’re late y/n. First day on the job and you already want to get fired?”- he turns in his chair- “You look like a mess, go freshen up. You have two minutes, and I’m counting”

You wasted no time clicking your heels along the freshly polished tiled floors to the bathroom. It took all your strength to not cry, they were right- he was a bit of a prick. But fuck, he was gorgeous. A dove gray tailored suit that adorned his toned figure, his purple streaked hair that was pulled back into a neatly placed ponytail, delicately manicured fingernails that sat atop long, slender fingers, half-lidded violet eyes that shone when you looked at them… Stop it y/n, he’s your boss. You took a deep breath, again, and pulled out your travel makeup to retouch it. You checked your watch again after you were done, three minutes. Shit, late again. You raced back to his office, and he was now leaned against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, and a lollipop between his lips.

“Making this a habit, I see. Sit.”- he points to the floor in front of him and you hesitantly walk towards him- “On your knees, princess.”

You look at him quizzically, why did he call you that? You weren’t complaining but this is a job- aren’t you supposed to be professional? You do as he says though, not wanting to get even further on his bad side. He pops the lollipop out from his mouth and smirks at you.

“Secretaries who are late, twice, on their first day get punished. Do you understand?”- you slowly nod at him - “Good.”

He slid off his belt and gently clipped it around your neck, pulling you harshly towards him, making you slightly gag at the restraint. He teasingly unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to his ankles, showing off his boxers that grew tighter around his hardening bulge. He simply nodded at you and you took that as an invitation to tug at the waistband. Your eyes flickered down the V that adorned his hips and he made no hesitation when he pulled at the belt around your throat, making you look back up at his face. You kept eye-contact as his underwear fell, exposing his cock to you. It sprung up, slapping you in the face- making Wakasa laugh at you.

“Open your mouth.” He spoke in a serious tone.

You looked at his cock in front of you- it wasn’t super long, but above average. The thing that got you was the girth. It was thick, with a prominent pink tip and hard outlined vein running along the side. It was one of the prettiest you’d ever seen. You knew, in that moment, you’d never have another dick like his. You noticed you were staring at it when he cleared his throat, obviously annoyed that you didn’t do what he asked you to immediately. You looked up at him, his brows furrowed down, and a condescending glint in his eyes. You kept eye contact as you opened your mouth.

A sly smile spread across his otherwise delicate, unamused lips as he thrust himself between your lips. You gagged and small water droplets framed the corner of your eyes. You flattened your tongue down, opening your throat to make it easier for you when he decided to try again. He snickered and pulled at the string of the belt around your neck, bringing your flesh against him, slowly bottoming out in your mouth with a guttural groan.

You choked lightly, trying to hide it as you conditioned your breathing through your nose. He held you there for what felt like forever until he pulled away allowing you to take a few shallow breaths before sheathing himself inside, again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand, making you look up at him as he slowly rolled his hips around, grazing the insides of your cheeks with every swirl. You did your best to relax against him, paying attention to not locking your jaw and feeling every curve of his dick- memorizing it. He positioned himself as he began to pistol himself in and out, using your mouth for his pleasure.

“Use your hands.” He growled lowly through his teeth.

You nodded slightly as the drool spilled over your lips and trickled down your chest. You picked up one hand that was on the floor propping yourself up and wrapped it around his soft flesh on his balls. You moved your fingers around and fondled them before tugging gently, making him groan out, tossing his head back as his hair fell loose. You squished the tightening flesh up towards his base before pulling back down as he continued to thrust his hips, hitting your cheeks and nose flush to his abdomen. You picked up your other hand, finally balancing enough on your knees and snaked it up his thigh, sliding it around to grab his ass, hard. The goal, you thought, was to make him cum. The grip he had on your hair tightened and he pushed his cock into your mouth, far enough that his leaking tip hit the back of your throat, and he stayed there- making you gag on his length as tears spilled from your eyes and waterfalled over your cheeks.

“You feel that princess? I can see my cock in your throat. Feels good, doesn't it?” His voice was monotonous though arrogant.

You pushed your hands against his thighs, trying to push yourself away, but his feet stayed planted in place as stars filled your vision, eyes fluttering. Then he pulled away, watching you catch yourself on your hands as you coughed to try regain your composure. He just laughed as he knelt down to the floor, seeing you on all fours, had him leaking cum from his pretty slit for more. He popped the lollipop out of his mouth and tossed it into the garbage can before he took your chin in his fingers delicately, and kissed you. It was soft and slow as he slid his tongue between your lips and over the ridges in your teeth, before pulling away to lick the tears still cascading down your face.

He rested his forehead against yours and said, “I need to cum, but I want to play with you some more.”

He picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder, almost too effortlessly. He sits you down on top of his desk, in front of his chair as he connects his lips to your neck. He sucks a trail down your caritid as his hands skillfully undo the buttons on your top. He trails down to your collarbones, running his wet muscle along the soft skin and moaning at your taste. He slid his hands over your shoulders to unclip your bra and quickly pulled it off to discard onto the floor. He followed the curve of your body down to your breasts. His tongue flattened against one of your already erect nipples and he took the other between his fingers to twist and tug at before kneading the flesh. He captured it in his mouth, sucking harshly to pull out those errotic moans he’d been waiting to hear from your lips. You showered him with praise and a sweet plea of his name as he made good use of his tongue, pressing the hardened bud to the roof of his mouth with diligent practice.

He continues his ministrations as he kisses along the valley of your cleavage to give the same attention to the other breast. His hips are rutting up against your clothed cunt as you mumble incoherent noises from the increased pleasure. Your mind faintly remembering where you are, the office of your new boss. Your breath hitches as you frantically turn your head to the side to the big glass window, luckily no one is in sight. He grinds his hard cock against your panties where your clit is, wanting the attention back on him, and you're lost in the feeling again.

He pulls off your chest, tugging your nipple between his teeth as he lets go to watch your face contort in the pleasurable pain. His eyes locked on your breasts as he slams his hands down against them with a loud slap as he grabs your plush flesh. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, at how desirable you look right now- absolutely at his mercy. He rips his shirt from the collar, buttons flying to reveal his toned chest as his tie lays against his pecs. He’s quick to remove your skirt, aggressively pulling it down, to show off your soaked lace panties. He runs his middle finger down your clothed folds, slick seeping through the lace and coating his fingertip. He looks into your eyes as he licks this slick off with the tip of his tongue.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” A smirk graced his lips as his pupils dilated with lust.

He grabs your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk, to rub his length against your cunt. He watched as your brows furrowed and your mouth gaped open at the friction. He reached one hand up to grab onto your chest. He circled his hips against you before pulling your panties to the side with his free hand. He rubbed his cock against your wet, puffy folds, coating himself in your arousal. He lined himself up, inserting himself only a little, watching the way his tip parted your pussy lips. His pre-cum stained slit rubbing against your puffy and swollen clit. He enjoyed watching you come undone underneath him, body shuddering in pleasure every time he moved the head of his cock between your lips. He had to remind himself he was punishing you, so he’d give just the tip to tease you.

You babbled broken words at him as your pussy leaked, begging to cum. He chuckled under his breath as he pulled out and sat down in his office chair. He rolled the chair close, blowing a warm puff of breath against you and he watched as you spasmed, walls clenching around nothing. He groaned at the sight before licking a stripe from your ass up to your clit. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk as he wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them open as he lapped up your juices. Your toes curled as you laid back against the desk, head falling over the edge as his tongue plunged in and out of your gaping hole. Tears formed in your eyes again as he explored your insides, running his pink muscle along your velvety walls. Your moans became more erratic as you took uneven breaths.

“Sir, please!” The scream is ripped from you before you could stop it. Wakasa hums, deep in his throat, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

He pulls back slightly, only long enough to whisper, “That’s my good girl, want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel- make sure everyone knows about your punishment”

His face dives right back to where it was, tongue sliding excruciatingly slow along the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleas flying past your lips is all it takes for him to lose control. Hands gripping your waist tighter than before, which you were sure would leave imprints on your skin in the morning. Lips attaching to your clit, tongue flicking rapidly, only pausing to occasionally bite or suck on the sensitive flesh. You called out his name loudly, feeling the burn in the back of your throat from the sheer volume as it echoed through the room.

“Shhh, I know princess, do it. Cum, can you do that for me?” And that was the only incentive you needed.

Back arching off the desk, hips spasming against his lips, white flashing across your vision. Waka pulls away, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. Coming down from your high, breaths staggered and thighs still trembling, you find it odd he hasn’t moved from his spot between your legs. You looked down at him questioning his motives, hoping to figure out why he hasn’t moved, trailing your gaze to meet his eyes.

A lazy smirk graces his normally stone cold expression. “Oh… sweet baby.” He cooed. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

He easily flips you over, giving him a perfect view of your pretty little ass. Wakasa grabs the back of your neck and roughly shoves your face into the desk. You mewl and manage to teasingly shake your ass at him, grazing his hard, dripping cock. His tip was an angry red and coated in a translucent sheen that reflected slightly from the light of the lamp in the corner.

“'m gonna absolutely ruin you, princess, right here, on my desk…” As he held you down, one hand held your wrists at the back of your waist together, caging you in between his body and the desk. Taking the plush of your ass in his free hand and gripping hard and pulling the skin apart to reveal your heated core.

“Look at you, absolutely drenched for your boss. Begging to be fucked, hm?” he smirked as he gave your ass a harsh slap. In a quick movement, he removed his tie and leaned over your form to shove it into your mouth, allowing for no sounds to escape.

“We’re gonna play the quiet game now” he said roughly in your ear as he watched an audience start to gather.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a purple, silicone plug and a remote that matched. He smirked at the thought of you having both holes plugged up so he bent down, spitting on your asshole as he moved the saliva around. A muffled whine escaped you as your eyes grew wide. He circled your puckered hole with his finger before forcing it in. You tried to scream at the intrusion but the sound reverberated against the fabric and sounded like a moan to Wakasa who started to finger your ass slowly as he squeezed a bottle of lube onto the toy. He prodded his finger in deeper, curling it slightly against your tightness.

“Gotta prep you princess. ‘M not so mean as to do without.” He said through struggling breaths as you tightened around him before loosening up a little more.

He leaned between your legs, running his tongue from your clit to your ass, slipping it down into your newly prepared hole. He took the small plug and slid it around, lubing the area making you clench from the chill of the liquid. He grabbed one cheek and pulled as he inserted the toy in. An incoherent noise fell from your mouth as he plugged you, his free hand snaking down to play with your clit.

“I can feel you dripping, you like that don’t you? Needy slut.” He scoffed as he lined himself up with your cunt, ready to stuff you full.

He didn’t even care that the blinds were cracked and everyone could see him bend you over his cherry wood desk, he grazed his hardened cock between your wet folds and groaned, seeing your dripping cunt glaze his cock in your sweet translucent juices.

“I guess everyone gets to see the show, princess. Be good for me and take it.” He thrusted into you, hard, quickly bottoming out and splitting you open just for him. Pens and documents flew and scattered all over the carpeted floors. You would’ve screamed if not for the fabric in your parted lips swallowing the sounds of your cries.

He grunts as his cock moves in and out of you, “I fuckin’ knew you would feel good.”

A muffled sound comes from below him as you struggle with his makeshift gag. The man above you, your boss, smirks wickedly and lowers himself so his lips are ghosting the shell of your ear.

“I wish I could hear those pretty moans. Poor baby, bet you wanna make so many slutty noises for me but you can’t.”

He’s mocking you, but you couldn’t care less- because as he’s saying these things his length is slowly dragging in and out of you at a painful pace. You whine around the tie that's shoved in your throat and that elicits another chuckle out of Wakasa. He clicks on the plug in your ass with the remote in his hand, setting it at a low setting- it starts to vibrate. It's filthy the way your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll back from the new errotic feeling.

“God, listen to you, whining for me. So desperate for my cock. Such a needy lil slut, aren’t you, princess? How pathetic” he solidifies his mean words by picking up his pace, slamming his hips harshly into your bouncing ass.

Coworkers, interns, even the janitor, all slowly walk past the office window, getting small peaks of the scene that’s unfolding inside between Wakasa and you. He knows they’re looking with a devilish grin slowly rippling across his face, he pulls you up by the wrists, your back now flush against his chest. He’s careful not to move you in a way that throws off his rhythm, continuing his thrusts you can feel your breasts bounce, putting on a sight to be seen for everyone who graced this office floor. Your cheeks get hot at the embarrassment of having everyone watch you get fucked by your boss but it felt too good to stop.

You were swimming in the throes of ecstasy as you leaked around him, his balls smacking against the inside of your thigh, heavy with cum. You felt so full- every hole plugged as he buried his thick cock deep into you, over and over. He thrusted into you, fast and sloppy, his tip bullying your walls, hitting the tip of your cervix as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten. He placed hungry, torrid kisses along your shoulders as he bit the skin on your neck, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you against him. You felt him twitch inside you, he was just as close to his high as you were. He removed the tie from your mouth, tossing it somewhere behind him, and begged to hear those beautiful moans again. He clicked off the vibrating plug that was still deep in your ass and kissed the shell of your ear.

“C-cum with me, Wakasa… Please.” You mumbled between moans.

He throbbed at your request, wanting to comply as he bites back a deep groan. His thrusts were sloppy, losing traction as he feels himself slowly coming undone inside you. The way your walls hug around him, wrapping him like a molten velvet- the feeling was intoxicating. His focus moved to the sounds that emitted from you, wet lashes clamped shut as your head leaned back against him. You were trembling, close to euphoria, desperately speaking his name like a silent prayer. And he let himself go- like a strong wave crashing against the shoreline. You felt the warm liquid wash into you, overflowing. At the same time, you released against him, your orgasm ripping through you as you moaned. Your thighs quivered and your walls clenched as you fell forward only catching yourself on your hands against his desk. He slowly pulled out and you winced at the empty feeling after being so full for so long. He watched small beads of pearlescent white roll down your legs.

He stepped back, picking up his clothing from the ground as he started to dress. He watched you struggle to balance and walk to find your scattered clothes.

“Good job princess, first thing you did right today.” - you shot him a sympathetic look - “Don’t look at me like that, this was your fault for not being on time.” He offered you a smile as he unwrapped another lollipop, plopping it in his mouth.

You sighed, deciding not to fight it. You felt slightly uncomfortable as you shifted your weight, wiggling your hips. Your eyes went wide and then lowered as you spoke “You forgot about the- ya know..”

He laughed at your embarrassment. “No princess, that stays. Seeing as your office is right across from mine” - he pointed to a half-opened door across the hall- “If I see you dozing off well then, you should understand the punishment.” He smirked as he pulsated the plug making you squeal.

“Now get to work, there's a lot to be done.” He flicked his wrist at you to leave as you finished buttoning your top.

Maybe if this was the punishment, you’d be late again tomorrow…

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benkeibear · 11 months

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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[ 11:30 PM ] : i found a reason for me... and the reason is you

⊹ notes: ever since i found out that @bxnten’s favorite, haruchiyo sanzu and my favorite, kento nanami, share the same birthdate (july 3rd, 1990), i wanted to surprise her with a scenario including the four of us. also, this is my first ever timestamp, and i hope you like this one, cat ^_^ happy birthday, sanzu and kento ♥️♥️ hope you never let the both of us go <3 ⊹ wc: 875

i wrote this while i was completely tired, but i had this idea and i didn't want this idea to fade away. also, please note this is not a x reader fic, but something i’m trying. nevertheless, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ♥️

the doorbell rings, startling me, as i juggle with coming up with the final touches for the ny strip steak with fettuccine pasta, and the shrimp ahijo. i wipe the sweat off my brow, as i turn off the stove, turn on the exhaust, and take the apron off of me, as i open the door in my casual clothes.

as i opened the door, my eyes were drawn to the stunning black dress with off-shoulders that cat was wearing, her tresses complementing her flawless makeup. seeing her radiant smile was a sight for sore eyes. on both of her hands were two different bags, one of which had an overwhelming smell of cream cheese, and the other, a familiar smell i couldn’t quite recall.

i concernedly raised an eyebrow, greeting her, “cat! you made it! I needed your help in something. would it be possible for you to—” she then interrupted me, barging into the kitchen, leaving me behind to close the main door, responding with a soothing voice, “shyna, why don’t you go and change? it’s okay, i’ll plate everything up. haru’s on his way. where’s kento?”

as i’m about to walk upstairs to my bedroom, seeing cat in our kitchen made my shoulders droop in relief as i heavily pant, “cat, kento’s on his way too. it’s surprising, he’s never this late. should i be concerned?” cat clicked her tongue, as she got the plates out, and started arranging the dishes carefully, replying with a stern voice, “shyna, that man’s been working harder these past few days, to provide for you, and spoil you with immense treasures. today is his turn to be spoiled by you, like how i’ll be spoiling haru tonight. so, until he comes back home soon, you go and freshen up, and i’ll get everything ready, okay?”

when i thank cat, and run into the bedroom to freshen up, i start thinking about my friendship with cat, and the makeshift double date we planned despite all the restaurants cancelling our reservations for no apparent reason. even though i only knew cat for a short time, i could tell she valued her friendships and relationships. She has always been one of the strongest women i have ever known. after finding out that our s/o’s, haruchiyo sanzu and kento nanami, shared the same birthday, we decided to celebrate it together.

there was one teeny bit of a problem. both of our men aren’t exactly on good terms with each others. other than them sharing the same date, and being intelligent, and strategic in common, there was nothing that could help them get along with each other well. however, they would always try making conversations with each other, for our sake.

fifteen minutes later, as i walked downstairs, wearing a maroon halter-neck dress with my hair washed, dried, and straightened with the ends a bit curled, cat’s eyes widened in surprise as she replied, “wow, shyna. you’re looking absolutely gorgeous! he’s so lucky to have you,” to which i smile and then turn my head to the dining table, and noticed that while i made the ahijo for kento and the strip steak for her, she baked the cheesecake for haru, and made aglio olio pasta for me.

as i was about to mouth a “thank you,” the clock struck midnight, and the door immediately opened. to our surprise, we noticed our men laughing, and telling jokes to each other, causing the both us to wonder, what exactly is happening?

the one who sported a rosy pink mullet, haruchiyo, flashed a grin at both of us, exclaiming, “i’d met nanami-kun outside while i was parking my motorcycle, and he seemed rather stiff, so, i— oh, the cheesecake!!” he whizzed past us to the kitchen, causing me to look at kento who seemed more cheery than usual.

cat then asked him while he was about to have a piece of the cheesecake, “haru, what did you do?” haruchiyo then threw a smirk our way and replied, “so i may have given him something that’s more than what he can handle,” causing me to scowl at him, and rush to kento, helping him sober up. he then chuckled, replying, “sorry shyna, but the whole party would’ve been ruined otherwise.”

as everyone settled down at the dining table, everyone dug into the meals, and kento spoke after a very long time, saying, “cat, shyna, you really didn’t have to do this, ’cause we love what you do for us anyway.” that’s when i leaned closer to kento, and responded, “baby, cat reminded me that you’ve been working harder of late, to spoil me and this is my turn to spoil you. so, today, you and haruchiyo deserved to be spoiled by us. happy birthday to the men in our lives.”

as cat nodded in agreement, with all of us conversing and having a good time, haruchiyo and kento looked over us, then at each other, and for a second, their lives before they met us flashed before their eyes, and they realized that they found a reason for us to live, to find joy in their lives, and the reason was us, and they would surely not like to have it any other way <3

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 months

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🌸Tokyo Revengers Father and Daughter Moments🌸 Ft: Taiju, Hakkai, Ran, Rindou, Draken, Kakucho, Hanma, Mikey, Mitsuya, Nahoya Masterlist / Resident: @enchantedforest-network / WC:2.6kSynposis: Random moments of TR dads with their sweet little ones. Different scenes for each one of them! this is pure fluffy goodness! (unedited) Click below!

Taiju

Slightly exhausted, his sleep was interrupted once again. It only lasted 10 minutes when his wife put the baby down after feeding. Walking into the lowly dimmed nursery he saw his newborn daughter in her crib upset. Carefully picking up the fragile newborn, in his arms, cradling them close to his chest. “There there now…” he spoke in a low tone. He made his way into the nursery sofa. The man who once had a short fuse in his younger days is now a father of this little one. He wouldn’t admit it but he was scared of holding his child for the first time when they were born. Doubts in his mind he wouldn’t be a good enough dad but that moment when he held his child those father instincts began to kick in. He wanted to protect them with every inch of his living soul.

The newborn was calming down little by little hearing the steady heart beat of her father. Taiju closed his eyes for a brief moment, resting his head back slightly. He took a deep breath “I know you're fighting your sleep.. It’s okay.” The newborn seemed to calm down more as he spoke. Opening his eyes looking down at the newborn against his chest. His child knew his voice, not that he would often speak to his pregnant wife's belly but his wife was around him a lot during his pregnancy and accompanied him during the opening of his restaurants. “My voice is the only thing that seems to calm you down… usually it's the opposite for others..” he smirked. Taiju repositioned himself on the couch as laid his head down against the pillow as the baby was still against his chest. He looked down at the newborn, his thumb gently caressing the delicate cheeks.

Hakkai

He was on his ipad in his dressing room he had about a half an hour before the show began. He promised his daughter he would facetime her before the show. He had sent her a gift and was eager to see her open it. On the other side of the screen his daughter was opening the gift he sent to her. Leaning against the counter “I hope you like it.” Hakkai smiled

Opening the pretty rose gold box with a gold ribbon around it her eyes lit up “It’s a bunny!!” She exclaimed, holding the white fluffy stuffed bunny in her hands then giving it a big squeeze. “Thank you daddy!” Seeing his daughter's raw reaction to the gift made his day. “Your welcome sweetie. I’m glad you like it.”

She nodded “When are you coming home?” she asked and looked at her dad. He gave a softer smile. “Soon baby. I know daddy has been away for a while now. But soon I will be home with you and mommy.” With his career it did interrupt his family life. He did manage to still be active in his daughters and wife's life, face timing, photos and every now and then they would join him on his trips. Still he didn’t want his daughter around the cameras and the paparazzi since she was still so young he still wanted some type of privacy in his personal life.

Looking at the time as it seemed to fly by “I’m sorry baby but daddy has to get going. I will call you when I’m done.” A soft pout on his little one's face “okay daddy, you promise?” “Of course, daddy loves you.” “I love you too daddy”

Ran

“9…10… ready or not here I come.” Ran called out opening his eyes as he found himself observing the living room. Walking around the living room searching for his child who was hiding from him. “I’m gonna find you.” he called out.

He couldn’t hear a giggle nor a movement. They learned from the last time they played not to respond to their fathers comments. Ran began walking down the hallway carefully listening to see if he heard any sort of movement. Ran began to check obvious places they would hide that he knew about under the beds, in the closet, even behind the curtains but nothing.

He was rather impressed that he wasn't able to find them yet. He began to question where they could be hiding. He began to search for her in more and more places he thought she would be weren’t there. Few more minutes passed and no luck. “Oi my little one I give up. You can come out now.” he called out.

He waited to hear for some type of movement giving some type of idea what their hiding place was and what it could be. He didn’t hear a response, he was now assuming she wanted their father to look for her. He began walking through the rooms again checking them thoroughly.

He noticed one thing in particular, the laundry room was slightly cracked and opening the door he noticed a large basket that had a blanket he knew he put in the dryer now it was in the basket. Coming closer he noticed a bit of movement. Gently pushing the blanket down he saw his daughter in a deep slumber. The blanket was still slightly warm, Ran carefully picking her up in the blanket still. In a groggy voice as they let out a yawn “daddy you found me.”

“I did.” letting a low chuckle out.

Rindou

Rindou squinted his eyes seeing his daughter who was in pre-k holding hands with a little boy in her class. Every dads worst nightmare when they become a father of a little princess. Holding hands with a boy. As his little princess saw her father she let go of her friend's hands and waved to him as she darted towards her father. Crouching down as he greeted his baby. Embracing him with a tight hug. After a bit of small talk Rindou placed her in the car as he began to drive home. “So who was that boy you were holding hands with?” the father questions were coming out now

“Oh he is my boyfriend!”

Luckily he was at a stop sign and he looked at his daughter who was in the back seat. “Come again? Boyfriend?” The words boyfriend ached his poor soul.

Hearing a car honking for him to go, his eyes went back to the road. “Yeah daddy. He is a boy and he is my friend.” Taking a calming breath he was relieved by the comment. “I see… you don’t like any boys yet right?”

“No, they are just my friends.” she chuckled

‘Good’ he thought to himself. “You would tell daddy if you did right?”

“Mmmmm” she thought about it for a moment before responding “No.” “What??? Why not?” “Because I don’t want you to scare them away.”

“I wouldn’t do that to them…” he was lying to himself of course he would.

Draken

“Are we doing this right now?” Still on the edge of the bed seeing the covers pulled up little fingers holding the blankets up.

“Mhmm” with a small cough.

Letting a small sigh out as he placed the small cup of medicine down on the nightstand. “You know you need to take it.”

“It’s gross….” Lowering the blankets down to see the red cheeks of his kiddo.

“I know it is, But the quicker you take this the quicker you will feel better.”

The tiny child sat up in her bed seeing Draken reach for the small cup of medicine handing it to them. She looked at the cup of medicine scrunching their nose before taking the medicine.

“See, it isn't that bad.” rubbing her head.

As she laid back on the scooting the covers up more. “I’m sorry you had to miss work today…”

Giving a small smile, “It's fine I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. Your my top priority everything else is second” A small smile on her lip appeared. “Get some rest, I will check on you in a little bit, okay?”

Throughout the day Draken checked on her. Checking her forehead to see how the temperature was going down each time he checked on them. He was relieved each time going in, still as a parent he did worry about his little one getting sick. They weren’t their happy go lucky self he is so used to seeing. As she were still asleep he checked on the one more time his hand lightly touching her forehead the fever seemed to be gone. He leaned down pressing his lips on their forehead.

Kakucho

A storm was passing through Tokyo. The sounds of thunder and lightning echoed in the quiet room. Walking up front her she could hear the rain and whistling from the wind. She looked around and her night light was on. The sudden lightning and thunder once again prompt the little one to rush to her fathers room. Opening the large door she crept to the side where her father was sleeping. She nudged her dad gently and whispering “daddy”

Kakucho, feeling the small push, opened his eyes to see his daughter in front of him. “Baby why are you out of bed?” speaking in a groggy tone

“The loud noises outside.” She looked towards the window and then at her father.

“Do you wanna sleep with me and mommy?” He asked.

Nodding at her dad's question he scooted on the bed as she climbed in. “You don’t have to worry about anything sweetheart, daddy is here to protect you.”

Another struck from thunder and lightning his daughter snuggled into him more. Kakuchou’s arms holding his little girl making sure she felt protected. “I got cha.” He spoke in a soothing voice stroking his daughter's hair. He wasn’t going to sleep until he knew his little girl was okay. Kakucho watched as his daughter was becoming more tired. The sound of the rain was all they both could hear.

Hanma

“Can I name him?” his daughter spoke as she held the tiny small black kitten. The walk from the convenience store just for snacks ended up being snacks and small kitten they found on their way back.

“I was thinking Cujo, he looks dangerous.” He looked at the kitten who didn’t want to come to him, only his daughter.

“No! He is not a rabid dog! He is so cute!” she laughed, petting the kitten in her arms. “Figaro!

He looked at the kitten who seemed to resemble the kitten from the movie she watched. With his free hand he scratched behind the kitten ears making the kitten let a little meow out. “Ferocious Figaro.”

“Do you think mommy will be okay with us keeping a kitty?” asking as they were approaching the home.

“We will see we were only supposed to get snacks. We came back with the snacks, kitten and food for the little terrorizer. I mean Figaro.” he was getting his keys out of his pocket. “Don’t worry mommy will be fine with the kitty, let me sweet talk her.” “Yeah! Tell her she is pretty and she is the best mommy!”

‘Among other things to convince her,’ he thought to himself. “That will work.” flashing a smile at his daughter as he opens the door. “Hey babe we’re back, we got the snacks and a kitten~!”

Mikey

“How do they make it look so easy there?” Mikey looked at the screen and the ingredients as he thought he measured correctly. He looked at the cookies they were supposed to be nice and pretty just like one the video he was watching. Instead he got flat cookies that resemble crepes.

His daughter looked around the countertop that was messy and behind the mixing bowl and she saw another cup of flour. “Daddy, we forgot the other cup of flour.”

He turned his head towards his daughter, seeing the other measuring cup of flour as she was bringing it close from behind the mixing bowl. “That could have been the reason the batter was a bit runny…” Mikey scratches the back of his head.

“It’s okay daddy, we tried our best.” giving her father a chipper smile.

Mikey looked down smiling at the child who had flour covered on her. “Let's try again and make sure we add that cup of flour.”

“Okay!”

After the final attempt both of them were looking through the glass window of the stove seeing the cookies rise. “We did it princess.” “I bet they are going to taste yummy daddy! I want that one.” pointing to one of the corner cookies. “Next time we can make taiyaki daddy!”

Feeling a bit more confident in his baking skill “Why not right now?” Mikey couldn’t pass up making his own Taiyaki. He wanted to enjoy every moment of his vacation with his little one as much as possible before he returned to racing.

Mitsuya

From the moment his daughter was born they had a strong bond. Mitsuya doted over his daughter any chance he got. Getting home he had a routine the moment his daughter's eyes landed on him he automatically picked her up. Today he had his hands full of items. Opening the door he saw the pretty bright wide lavender eyes of his daughter looking at his directions. The coo’s and excitement was all on her face as she sat on her mothers lap. “My little jellybean.” he smiled “Let daddy put this up really quick.” leaning down kissing the top of her forehead.

Mitsuya shuffled to his office, placing the fabrics and sketch pads down. The moment his daughter lost sight of her father. Her eyes began to tear up wondering why he didn't pick her like he usually does. He could hear his daughter crying from the other room. Walking back to the living room he saw the little stream of tears from his daughter's cheeks. His daughter reached for her daddy as he picked her up. “I’m right here.” he slightly chuckled, “Jellybean daddy is right here.”

Moments as she was in her father's arms the tears stopped and a smile peered on her cheek. He did get a kick out of it, how just picking her up in a matter of seconds made a difference. Confirming he was the favorite parent of his daughter. He wiped her eyes then placed a kiss on her temple. “This is a definite confirmation that I'm her favorite human.” flashing a smile as he looked at his wife who playfully rolled her eyes.

Nahoya

“Is it yummy?” Nahoya rested his elbows on the table as he watched his daughter eat her ramen.

“Mmhmm!!” she was slurping the noodles.

Few things he loved doing was watching his daughter eat. The expressions she would make as she ate made the food look 100 times better than someone else eating it. The way she did a little dance in her chair as she continued to eat. This was a sign the food was extra good. Nahoya’s daughter was also his biggest critique too if something was missing she would point it out.

“Papa did you want some?” she asked, looking at her dad as she grasped more noodles with her chopsticks.

“I’m okay. You eat.” he slightly chuckled

She held the chopsticks closer to her father “papa have some please!” At that point he couldn’t say no anymore, leaning in as he ate the noodles from the chopstick. “It’s yummy!”

Swallowing the noodles “It is. Now here is the biggest questions: whose Ramen is better, mine or Uncle Angry’s?”

Angry was listening to the conversation he was behind his brother. He made eye contact with his niece. To slightly tease his brother a bit he lifted a bag a gummy bears up and pointed to himself.

“Ummmm sorry daddy it’s Uncle Angry.”

“What?!” He stood up from his chair. Angry, placing the gummy bears in his pocket. Smiley was now determined to challenge his brother to a Ramen battle.

In a split second Angry walked to his niece, of course he loved his brother but him and his niece were pretty tight. Handing her the bag of gummy bears. “Atta girl.”

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Warning(s): daddy kink, mommy kink, breeding, cursing

A/N: This was an old fice from my old blog aasouthteranoswife that used to be a tokyo revengers fic, but I made it into a modern warfare fic.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network

Summary: N/A

WC: 688

It's been months since your husband has been home due to all the back to back missions he went on with the 141 team. He called you earlier in the week to tell you when he'll be home.

It’s Friday night a little after five, you were in the kitchen making dinner for you and your husband. You hear the door open “baby, I’m home.” as John walks into the kitchen after taking his boots off, and kissing you on your soft lips.

John turns the stove off, picking you up and placing you on your marble kitchen counter that Johni paid a pretty penny for. “John, I have to finish dinner, are you not hungry?”

“How about we skip dinner and move to dessert.” as he pulls your pants and panties off all in one go and throws them across the room. John opens up your legs making you lay down on your marble countertop. He dives right into your pretty little glistening cunt like a starving dog. Licking and sucking your juices up you were giving him. A moaning mess and back arched as high it could go, you were squeezing your thighs on your husband’s head usually he doesn’t mind.

“Keep your legs open, princess.” he stopped his movements to whisper in your ear. He then moves your legs to your chest so you couldn’t move as he continued his movements

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” he continues to suck and lick the sweet juices your pretty cunt gave him. You grab John's brown hair pushing him deeper into your cunt as you cum all over his tongue. Your legs were shaking from your orgasm.

“Fuck, daddy, f-feels so good.” he lets go of your legs and pulls you off the marble counter, and bends you over. He unbelts and pulls down his cargo pants as he looks down at with his blue eyes filled with passion and love, springing his hard cock free, only leaving his shirt on.

“You ready for me to fill you up, baby.” John rubs the tip of his cock along your clit and wet folds. He starts to push slowly inside you, so he doesn't hurt you. You feel a slight burning as he continues to push into you, due to your husband's big size. He saw your discomfort and started to rub circles on your clit.

With lots of prep, John finally goes balls deep inside you he cock warms you so you could adjust to him. He started to rub circles on your clit causing you to tighten around him wanting to cum on the spot.

“Cumming already, princess,” he whispers in your ear. You shake your head, yes and he then rubs fast and hard on your clit causing you to cum for the second time.

“Ahh, please fuck me daddy, I need you.” you grab the back of his neck looking back into his eyes as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

“Mmh, s-so good baby, just like that.” soft and sensual sex is your favorite when your bodies intertwine, but what you love most is having rough sex when John and you have had a stressful day.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty cunt up and make you a mommy.”

“ You like that idea baby? Being swollen with our child.” as he pulled you away from the kitchen counter only leaving your hands on the countertop for support, he could feel you tighten around him as he thrust faster into you

“I’d punish every man that looks at you in the wrong way, I still have my connection, baby” kissing your shoulder as you let out a loud moan from him hitting your sweet spot.

“P-please, baby, fill me up and make me a mommy. I wanna be swollen with our child.” as both of you cum together, John painted your walls with his hot thick seed.

“Now don’t waste a drop of my cum or I’ll have to fuck it make into you.” he then gave you a passionate kiss and helped you back into your panties, so you could finish making dinner.

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Hello there everyone! I have come back from my small trip to see the eclipse and am now working on my pieces again!! Love y'all and have a nice rest of your days/nights!!💞

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sweetbbyshion · 2 years

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Piercings

-> Takeomi Akashi x Reader, Shinichiro Sano x Reader, Hajime Kokonoi x Reader, Haruchiyo Sanzu x Reader (AFAB reader, no pronouns used)

characters: Takeomi Akashi, Shinichiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi, Haruchiyo Sanzu

genre: headcanons, suggestive

summary: Tokyo Revengers men react to you having a clit piercing.

warnings: Suggestive! Mentions of piercings (Reader has an VCH - The vertical clitoral hood piercing where it pierces vertically through a thin section of the hood’s peak), established relationships (Shinichiro and Koko's part).

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-> Takeomi Akashi

Takeomi almost didn't show up to the blind date set up by his dumb friends. He's so happy he didn’t cancel because you were the most beautiful person he has ever met. He actually had fun on the date, talking to you like he has known you for years and he just feels so comfortable around you. You take turns asking questions, as a way to get to know each other.

“What's your opinion on piercings?” you ask, curious.

“I don't mind if someone has piercings, it's their choice. I like it though, they always look pretty cool. Do you have any?”

Takeomi should've known as soon as you smiled at him, leaning forward on the table to whisper close to his ear.

“I have one in a very cool place. Wanna find out where?”

Takeomi had a “no sex on the first date” policy but he was just a man and how could he say no to a request like that? He drove through many red lights, eager to get you to his house. When he found out where the shiny metal ball was, Takeomi wasted no time putting his face between your legs to show you just how much he loved piercings.

-> Shinichiro Sano

Shinichiro never thought he would get a partner, especially not someone as attractive as you but he couldn't be more grateful. Contrary to popular belief, Shinichiro didn't try to fuck as soon as you started dating. In fact, he felt quite shy and intimidated by the whole thing. You would make out, Shinichiro would receive some handjobs and blowjobs but it never went past that. It wasn't until you’ve been dating for three months that he decided to actually do something and stop being scared.

You're lying in bed, Shinichiro between your legs struggling to remove your pants. He had a faint blush in his cheeks, his intense stare on your thighs and an already visible wet spot in your panties. He looks at you with his fingers hooked in your underwear, asking if he could take them off. You simply nod and he slowly pulls it down, his eyes on yours too shy to even look down.

When he does he feels his heart stop. The little metal ball is very noticeable and Shinichiro’s brain stops working. He didn't know what to do or what to say, simply staring at it with his mouth slightly open.

“Shin, are you ok?”

“Is that… Is that a piercing?”

“I tried to tell you before but I didn't know how. I’m sorry, baby.”

“No, no!” He panics. “Don't be sorry. It looks really pretty.”

You reach out for his hand, encouraging him to touch it. Shinichiro is slow at first, scared he's going to hurt you. But after a few minutes he's not scared anymore and playing with your piercing has become his favorite activity.

-> Hajime Kokonoi

Koko notices something is wrong with you as soon as he gets home. You're fidgety and don't even notice him. He has to be the one approaching you for you to try to act normal but he can see right through your act. But he doesn't push you nor force you to talk, simply going through his night routine without asking questions. For the next couple of days, he notices how you always try to tell him something but simply give up and move on with your day. You shut down any sexual advances and Koko respects you but now he's even more curious. It takes two weeks for you to say something.

“Promise you won't be mad at me.”

Koko is sitting on the couch, his laptop on his lap with Excel open, a cup of coffee in his hand. He pats the place next to him and you promptly sit , turning to look at him.

“What's up?”

“Promise Hajime.”

“I promise I won't be mad at you. What's wrong?”

Koko watches as you take a deep breath and shift your eyes to your hands. “I got my clit pierced.”

If it wasn't for the silence in the room, he wouldn't have heard it. But luckily he did and he doesn't know how to even process that information. “Your… clit?”

“Well, yeah. It was a last minute decision and I didn't know how to tell you… are you mad?”

“Of course I’m not mad. It's your decision.” he puts the laptop and the mug on the coffee table and moves closer to you. “Now come here. I want to take a closer look.”

-> Haruchiyo Sanzu

Sanzu always loved piercings. He was full of them, some pretty visible and some hidden. Still, he never got tired of getting more and more, practically getting high on the pain. He always went to the same piercer since he started getting them but today there was a new employee. You were truly mesmerizing and Sanzu was enamoured of you. You were so nice to him, asking him if it was okay if you were the one piercing him today. Of course it was okay. Sanzu would do anything to have your hands touching him.

Sanzu was getting an industrial on his ear and you told him what he should do to clean and sanitize it so it doesn't risk infections. He knew all of it by heart and he couldn't care less but this time he paid attention to every word coming out of your mouth. It was noticeable that you cared about his well-being, informing him to contact you if he needed anything. You even gave him your number and he couldn't help but think that it was an excuse.

You were careful piercing his ear, always asking if he was okay and if he was comfortable. Sanzu was sure he would come back more just to see you.

“How many piercings do you have?” you ask, as he’s getting up from the chair.

“Stopped counting at 10.” he says. “Some are hidden though. I have one on my dick.”

“That's so cool! I have one on my clit.”

Sanzu has to hold the chair behind him because he feels like he is going to pass out. You said it so naturally, barely lifting your eyes to look at him as you're cleaning the room. Sanzu doesn't remember a time where he got speechless but right now he had no idea what he was going to reply.

“My shift ends at 6:30pm. Maybe come by and I’ll take you to my house to see the piercing.”

And you walk out the door without sparing a second glance at him. It's not hard to guess that at 6:30pm, Sanzu was standing at the door, waiting for you to come out and drag him to your house.

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Welcome to Kinktober 2023! Awks will release a new fic every week starting on October 3rd!

Masterlist below!

Body Worship - Wolfwood - Trigun

Threesome - Gojo and Getou - Jujutsu Kaisen

Bondage - Kazutora - Tokyo Revengers

Edging - Million Knives - Trigun

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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dirty money & tenderness. | sanzu haruchiyo x gn! afab! reader

warnings: Sanzu is an assassin for hire, reader wears a dress, depictions of blood, death/murder, mentions of blow (don’t do drugs kids), alcohol, stalking, choking, drugging, explicit smut, reader is called hun/sweetheart, masturbation (male), dub-con, bondage (handcuffs), oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie, breeding kink (if you squint), mentions of needles, gun fight, more blood, plot twist, mcd, angst ending, Russian roulette, implied suicide.

w/c: 10.2k

a/n: for @scandescent and @festive “dirty money” collab! this was actually fun to write- i’ve never written dc before but here ya go! READ THE TRIGGERS. also- the biggest thank you to @shinigamiplayroom & @kisakiapologist for beta reading this for me. all the kisses for you!

The job was easy- it was always easy for him. All he had to do was take out his target and he’d get paid. Sometimes they were specific with the kill, sometimes they allowed him “creative freedom.” Those were the jobs he liked best. The business of killing people for money was skewed in his favor because of his background- how he was raised, the things that happened in his childhood, and the incidents he got into in his teen years and early 20’s. It was who he was so why not take advantage of it and get paid.

Girls, booze, and drugs all had a price. The money he made could pay for all of it. So he would indulge, because what else was this dirty money for. He made a living doing this and he could continue to. It wasn’t work that made him necessarily happy, but it allowed him things and luxuries that did.

He was known within the Japanese yakuza ranks as the best assassin, or hired murderer. Though he didn’t care for the latter. All he cared about was getting what he wanted, and that made things easy, made them uncomplicated. If he didn’t think too much about it- all he had to do was what was assigned. Sometimes it was just taking out the target. But sometimes, he was told to get information out of them. And that was what he could have fun with.

He sauntered into the abandoned hotel. Cobwebs littered the high ceilings and an old oil lamp flickered a dim light into the space. A round man was seated at a desk with two men on either side of him that had muscles too big to fold their arms. Sweat dripped down a short glass as the ice melted into his whiskey and the condensation formed rings on the worn out wood and soaked into the playing cards he had sprawled to the left. A few more goons had oil lamps lit around the larger back room as they tossed darts against the wall with the pictures of marks and high-strung snobs of politicians. The heel of his boots clattered against the broken tiles as he closed the distance between the man behind the desk and himself.

He tossed a picture at him. It was creased and slightly torn in the upper left side, but even through the visible wear, the image of a person with soft features and tender eyes was perfectly visible.

“That one is a liability. Heard too much at a private gathering. Do your job.” He spoke in a raspy voice that made Sanzu flinch; not from fear but the latent disregard it held, and the heavy tone was one Sanzu didn’t care for.

If thoughts could kill- that man would be dead already. And one day, he promised himself, he would kill him.

But thoughts weren’t enough so he continued with his work. Allowing this cretin to think Sanzu was on his side. Manipulating him into trusting him and allowing himself to get closer. Maybe he’d sever his head and hang it on the wall for all his lackeys to see. Or stab him in his cold heart, over and over again, as his dark crimson blood would seep out and stain the expensive suits he’d wear. Or he could sneak into his rooms at night, gag his mouth with something sharp so it pierced through his cheeks from the inside, tie him to bed posts and douse him in gasoline. He could light him on fire with a single match and listen to him scream as his filthy skin sizzled and snapped against the orange flames. Leaving him there to rot as everything burned around him and his skin would eventually turn to ash, and disgusting intentions.

But again, thoughts weren’t enough. So he took the picture and tucked it away into the inside pocket of his long black trench coat and turned to leave. The sun just started to kiss the top of the horizon as he closed the door behind him. He slipped around the contours of the buildings, emanating an eerie silence into the air around him. He pulled a small locket from his inner coat pocket, digging his pinky into it and filling the nail bed with a white powder. He slowly brought it up to his right nostril, taking a deep inhale while plugging the opposite with his hand. He repeated this with the latter and sniffled a few times before rubbing his nose with his index finger to rid any detectable trace. He continued to move silently through daybreak, like an unheard whisper.

That’s when he saw you. Jogging along the opposite sidewalk, large red headphones sitting atop your head. Perfect, he thought, now he didn’t have to go looking for you.

He sulked along the opposite buildings, watching you from a distance. You stopped at the crosswalk, shook your head and sweat beads glistented through the golden rays that were just starting to peek through the sky lines. You lifted your arm to look at your phone in your arm band- possibly to switch the song. Looking both ways along the intersection before continuing. You took large, dramatic steps onto the asphalt, carefully stepping only on the bolded white pedestrian lines, giggling to yourself. How dumb can you be. Sanzu rolled his eyes as he continued to watch you. You took a sharp turn at a bend, like you were imitating a racecar, contorting your body in a curve.

You slowed down to a fast walk when you turned into a gated neighborhood. Sauntering on the sidewalk into the foot traffic gate, waving at neighbors. You stepped lightly on the smooth concrete towards a perfectly manicured lawn. A large single-story house, with steps leading up to two Tuscany-style columns on either side of a glass French door. He watched you from his peripherals at the mail center as you slid a key into the lock and opened the door. You took off your shoes at the entryway and slid on house slippers, humming to yourself before you closed the door. How naive could you be? This wasn’t going to be any fun if you didn’t even suspect someone watching you or following you. What could you have known that would make someone want you dead? Sanzu was determined to find out.

Days turned into two weeks that he followed you, learned your routine. You got up on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays to jog. On those Saturdays you met some friends afterwards at a farmers market and got fresh ingredients for dinners. On the latter days you left the house in the late afternoons and returned close to dusk, probably for work. He needed to get closer to you; needed to learn you more intimately.

So he killed your postman. A cloth covered in chloroform in the late evening when he was sure no one was around. He drug him into a worn shed in the backyard of a seemingly abandoned house, more than likely just a vacation home for some stuck up bastards. A single silenced gunshot to the head. His eyes were already closed from passing out so one less thing for him to worry about. He was a killer but still had remorse for the dead. His blood seeped through the wound, dripping over his eyes like he was crying garnet tears. It slipped off his forehead and onto a rag and a pair of dirty gardening gloves.

He knew the route well so he followed it. Until he got to your house. Just in time for you to return from your morning jog. Just as he planned.

“Hey! You're a new postman aren't you? You don’t seem familiar?” You spoke, as you caught your breath.

He kept his hat lowered as he answered and masked his voice so you wouldn’t remember it later. When he would be able to hold you close, soft flesh under his fingertips as you squirmed in his touch. Harshly pressing against your larynx as he watched the life escape your lips and the tenderness leave those pretty eyes.

“Yeah. Kinda new, sorry.” He spoke in the most baritone voice he could manage.

“Hm, well- welcome to the neighborhood then!” You grinned cheerfully as you walked the steps to your front door.

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These gala’s were never really your thing. It was just an excuse for the crime bosses to gather, gamble and get drunk. They would talk about territory fights, executions they’d planned, police involvement (or the buyout thereof), and any means to expand. You’ve only witnessed one successful alliance made here but once the lower syndicate served their purpose, they were annihilated. The only point of you being there was to be a “pretty face” to look at; You didn’t mind too much because of all the good information you got. You didn’t really engage in the conversations and only occasionally added your input to the games- which of course was always wrong so the man would lose out on a bunch of cash. You would play it off so innocently, saying you didn’t really understand the rules and only took ‘your best guess.’ That was one thing you’d learned to do well- lie. Though you only did when these men were involved. You grabbed a shot glass of vodka from a nearby table, feeling the liquid warm you from the inside as it slid down the back of your throat. You shook your head in disgust before turning to escape the noise to the back patio.

He slipped into the shadows, a figure shrouded in darkness, dressed in his suit and tie to blend in as much as possible for this hit. Gliding so effortlessly in the pitch black of the alcoves, behind the floor to ceiling marble pillars. He watched you slip away from the main festivities, blood red dress with a high slit up the thigh. Your black stilettos clacked against the floors as you made your way to the outside patio. Slightly tipsy, you stumbled when your heel sunk into a crack on the sidewalk. Sanzu elegantly slipped his arm around your waist, catching you mid-fall. You stayed there for a moment, looking into the icy blue eyes of this mystery man as the bustling of the crowd inside became nothing more than background noise. Seniors and gala members sat at round tables, cigars just barely hanging, stuck on their dried lips. They were playing cards, laughing at bets made and slinging their glasses in the air above their heads to order more liquor. Always on the rocks, and always a barrel-aged expensive brand.

“Need a hand there, hun?” The words snaked right off his tongue in a perfect lie.

“Oh thank you. I guess I haven’t noticed how much I actually drank. These gala’s, or so they call them, can be pretty dangerous sometimes.” You nervously laughed as you stood yourself up in his embrace.

He walked over to the white stone balcony, leaning against the railing as he covered his mouth with a hand to light up a cigarette. Your lips curled upwards in disdain over the smell as it traveled through the calm twilight air. He watched you take curious steps towards him, almost as if entranced by him. It was what the authorities called his “pretty boy charm.” Cold blue eyes that time got frozen into, soft pink hair cascading over his shoulders, diamond shaped scars on either side of his lips that made them either fear him or feel sorry for him. An unpacked trauma that he could use to lure in the girls that felt the need to ‘fix him,’ and it was so easy. And his sudden, starling smile. Soft, moisturized lips spread so beautifully across his face; and when he smiled, his eyes seemed to smile too. A soft glow radiating off of him. What a handsome boy, he always heard them say. Though there were some he couldn’t win over; they looked at him with indifference, simply turned away, or regarded him as suspicious. Those were the messiest kills. Those eyes that looked at him so unimpressed held no tenderness, so he made them suffer for their disregard. Maybe cutting off their fingers on the knuckle to watch them bleed out from the tips of their veins, or ripping out their teeth with rusted pliers so they’d scream so loud even their throat bled. Their gums gushed out crimson pools until they passed out, then he’d show them mercy, maybe even pity them, by slicing their jugular vein on their throat so intimately, it would splatter against his face. Pretty red droplets would roll over the apple of his cheek so perfectly as he left them to bleed out. Leaving no trace of him ever being there.

But back to you. Your eyes stared at him, almost like trying to read his very mind. So he turned away, leaning his elbows over the railing as he took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it off into the yard. His identity was a mystery to you. You’d never seen him at any of the events before and his demour would have caught your eye if you did. He seemed sorrowful as he leaned against the railing, gazing off into the night sky as the stars danced in bright gleams above, only slightly shadowed by the hazy clouds and light of the moon. You slowly made your way closer to him, standing with your back against the stone, peering at him with tender eyes. Eyes he’d so longed for. His mother used to look at him with that same tenderness. Until she doused herself in a perfect sparkling cyanide. Sanzu would never forget her turquoise-hued face as she laid limp in the bathtub, and her convulsing, clutching fingers wrapped around the danger: toxic if swallowed label. The days afterward were never the same. He’d realized he was staring too intently when you cleared your throat and lowered your head.

“You’re strange. I’ve never met you before, yet I feel so drawn to you.” You spoke in soft melancholy tones.

He looked at you with one cocked eyebrow and a slight smirk adorning his lips “That’s not very polite to say to a stranger, hun.”

Your hands flew up to cover your mouth as you uttered immense apologies, over and over again. In turn, he chuckled lightly, breathy sounds filling the air before silence overcame. You looked at him- not enough for him to take notice but enough to think. He was taller than the men you were used to being around. His soft rose-colored hair pulled back into a small bun that hung on the nape of his neck and eyes so ice blue you felt a shiver come over you when he looked at you. He was slender, with a chiseled jaw that flowed up his cheeks to the point of his dainty nose. He had an air of delicacy around him that made his looks, his beauty, feel more ethereal. He had scars and piercings but they didn’t make him unapproachable like you would have thought, because still- you were drawn to him. You wanted to get to know him. So you stayed with him on the patio.

“So, why are you here?”

“Don’t ask questions you’re not allowed to know the answer to.”

“Oh. Okay um, what’s your name then?” You asked, slightly embarrassed about his answer to your first one.

“You can call me Haru.” He finally turned his head to look at you with a blank expression.

“Haru. I like that. I’m y/n.” You smiled at him sweetly, gentle eyes crinkling at the corners and dimpled cheeks creating valleys along your face.

He didn’t want to admit it- but you looked beautiful. The slight sweep of your bangs gently ruffled by the midnight breeze, your curves accentuated in that tight red dress you wore, and the genuine smile that graced your lips. The soft skin that curved from your cheekbone down to your throat. How lovely it would look with his rough hands squeezing it.

“You wanna get out of here?” He looked at you so genuinely how could you say no?

“Parties have never been my thing anyway.” A coy smile drafted on your face as you interlanced your hand with his arm, curling around his bicep.

You walked off into the night, the only sounds piercing the silence were the sound of your heels on the concrete and the ebb of your breaths. He brought you to a luxury hotel, saying he had a room on the 13th floor. Your ears popped slightly as you rode the elevator, ascending higher until it chimed to a stop. You stepped out onto soft carpets that lined the hallway and walked slightly behind him as he took you to his room. Room 1313. He looked back at you, signaling you to step closer as he pulled a card from his pocket, swiping along the keypad to open the door. It clicked as the locks came undone. He swung it open and stepped to the side to allow you entrance, being carefully aware of the way you stumbled in and the eerie emptiness of the surrounding space. He smirked to himself as he closed and locked the door behind him. You were already at the minibar he had set up, struggling with a bottle of tequila. He chuckled as he watched you pout and held the bottle out towards him with an extended arm. Reluctantly, he took it, popping the top easily as you clapped joyfully.

He couldn’t help but stare as you took a large swig. Allowing the room temperature alcohol to slide effortlessly down your throat. He watched the bob of your neck swallow and the light sweat form on your forehead. There was no stopping the twitch he felt in his trousers, his boxers feeling tighter as the seconds passed abundantly from the watch on his wrist. He could almost feel every tick and flick of the time hand. He licked his lips which seemed too dry for his liking as he swallowed hard. He stepped lightly towards you as you finally lowered the bottle, looking at him so sinfully from the corner of your drunken eyes.

“It’s okay if you want me Haru. I wouldn’t mind.” You set the bottle back on the counter and stood up. Your hips slightly cocked to show off your curves.

He didn’t say anything. He stood there for a moment, examining you. Oh the things he could do to you… but you needed to be dead by the end of the week or he didn’t get his money. A large black duffle bag filled to the brim with green wads of cash. Just the thought aroused him, and lucky for him here you were- offering yourself to him, without him even having to pay you. A win-win in his book.

Before you could say anything else, erotic feelings took over and the aroma of lust emanated from him, seeping from his pores as he moved quickly to your side. His hand squeezing your cheeks and crashing his lips against yours. He tasted of bourbon and coke with a small undertone of cigarettes. The feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth clashing in a desperate need to savor you was something you’d never experienced before. You could feel the scar tissue on the corners of his lips brushing against your skin as his other hand snaked around your waist. He was rough but it didn’t hurt. He melded into you, a song and dance suited only for you as he continued to ravage your mouth with his. His hand on your face moved down to your throat and squeezed. Your breaths became staggered as you slurred incoherent words. Twinkling stars engrossed by black filled your vision as you clawed at his arm, trying to squirm out of his touch. He didn’t stop kissing you as he opened his eyes to see the fear in yours. Your pupils so beautifully dilated as your sharp nails scraped at his forearm and chest. Begging him to stop, you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He whispered as his lips traveled up your jaw to nibble at your earlobe.

You knew it was a bad idea to go home with a stranger, especially one you had met at the private gala of the Yakuza. But still, you couldn’t deny the heat he made you feel just by looking at you. Doubt invaded your mind as you began to lose consciousness. Everything in you told you it was only creating the feeling of breathlessness, that Haru wasn’t compressing your windpipe, your brain’s signals and active firing neurons that were desperate for air because it felt like death, were too convincing to override with knowledge. You couldn’t do anything as your body went limp, Sanzu's grinning face flashed before your vision gave out and everything went black.

You felt a cool sensation on your forehead, a wet washcloth placed on your head. Your eyes fluttered open to see Sanzu on his knees between your opened legs. You tried to move your arms but they were handcuffed to the bedposts. You tried to speak but all sounds came out in a breathy moan.

“You said you wanted me too. So you can watch for a while before I start on you.” A coy turn in his lips made shivers run up your spine.

Sanzu’s fingers wrapped around his cock and started to stroke. His hand was rough and unforgiving, like his intention was to bring on his own orgasm whether he wanted it or not. He kept eye contact, only now and again leaning his head to the side from the feeling of his own hand. You couldn’t turn away, his large scarred hand rubbing up and down his pretty cock. It seemed to be about 8 inches with a beautiful soft mushroomy tip. A small bead of pre-cum dewed the pink so gracefully. A thick vein intertwined with a thinner one, running and curving up to the left side of the top. You felt a pang in your chest as he indulged himself, wanting nothing more than to be the one to touch him that way, make him feel that way.

He took his bottom lip in between his teeth as he dribbled more slick onto your thigh. And then he just stopped, staring intensely at you. He leaned over to the bedside table, pulling out a small baggie of white powder. Your eyes widened at the realization. He carefully opened it and shook it out in a line along your stomach. His head bowed down and he made eye-contact with you as he plugged a nostril and took a deep inhale, following up the line to inhale all of it. You flinched slightly when he took an exasperated exhale.

“Never done it, I presume. Well it’s your lucky day.” A sinister laugh filled the once quiet room as he moved in closer to you.

“Haru…” You spoke in a pained whisper.

He forcefully grabbed your cheeks again, pulling at your jaw to open your mouth. He stuck his index finger into the bag, collecting some of the drug, and shoved it into your mouth. He ran it along your teeth and gums, allowing the drug to sink into your bloodstream. He grinned, saying it would help you feel better. This was all for you, after all.

He bent down back to your stomach, licking up a wet stripe from where the line once was. You struggled against the restraints on your wrists, staining the skin darker, and chipped away at the wood of the posts. He clicked his tongue at you as he dove down into your pussy. You were sure your body was covered in bruises, mapping along your jaw, neck, chest, stomach and thighs. You craned your head to find the expensive dress you had brought for the gala torn to pieces and tossed on the floor. You whined and pleaded as he pretended not to hear your incessant protests. He pushed your legs up, making your knees touch your shoulders in an awkward position while he lapped at the juices spilling from your core.

But you were willing to bear the burden of guilt because right now, you were enjoying this a bit too much than you should’ve. The way he danced his tongue in between your folds, sucking harshly, and pulling your clit between his teeth. He lapped at your cunt like a thirsty man that has just found an oasis in a desert. His wet muscle, with unknown ferociousness, dipped in and out of your drenched hole, and slowly he replaced his lips with his thumb and rolled your sensitive nub of nerves. All that mattered to him was how hard he was going to fuck you.

“Haru, please…” You choked out a sob when he pulled away quickly and slapped a hand hard against your pussy.

His eyes, hidden slightly by his falling hair, were looking at you; looking at you coming undone because of him. It was certainly an ego boost to see you lose your mind over pleasure, especially over a stranger, especially over him. The man who would soon make you meet your demise, but you didn’t know that. He enjoyed seeing you babbling nonsense when your sharp tongue was just teasing him, insulting him of his desperation not too long ago.

He ignored your mewls and cries to stop as beautiful tears fell over the apple of your cheeks. You could feel a knot forming in your lower abdomen as you got closer and closer to your orgasm with each flick of his filthy tongue. The tight, bruising grip he had on your thighs prohibited you from closing them, your hands had lost their power, laying limply above you.

He pulled his tongue out of you, licking his lips sensually. The pad of his thumb still roughly played with your clit. He leaned forward until he hovered over your fucked out face.

“I’ll take good care of you. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.” And the look he gave you sent your body into fight or flight mode.

He crawled backward in small movements on his knees, taking his spot between your trembling legs, angling his dripping, angry red cock with your hole. With one fluid thrust, he bottomed out, both of you moaning in unison. His head rolled back, long pink hair falling around his shoulder blades, littered with soft freckles along the tops. He snaps into you, his hips clashing with yours in sloppy thrusts. The headboard of the bed crashed against the wall behind it. The sounds of erotic intentions filled the once desolate room.

Long, vigorous strokes.

He moves in and out of you like he's trying to send a message; pulsating waves of pleasure with every stroke of ink and slapping skin together in a series of loud punctuations. He let out a feral growl, picking up the pace even more, until his cock slipped right past your cervix. He placed a hand on your stomach, pressing down exactly where his dick was distending your skin. The overwhelming pressure mixed pain with pleasure and your pupils dilated in lust. You could feel him, in every inch of you. The veins on his cock running so smoothly against your gummy, slick coated walls. You could feel yourself clench down on him, squeezing him so tightly like it was the last time you would ever get this intimate with a man.

He keeps going, knowing you're close, as is he. Pulling the key to your handcuffs off of the string on his neck, that was bouncing and jiggling against his toned pecs. As fast as he unlocked them, you pulled yourself into him. You pressed your mouth along his neck. Licking, nibbling, but not quite marking. Smirking against his pale skin when the swears begin to roll off his tongue.

And that’s when you feel it. Hot spurts plastering the inside of your cunt, painting them in the prettiest translucent slick. He placed his hand back around your throat, making your breath hitch in fear. But this time, it was soft. Almost delicate and tender as he pulled your lips against his. This kiss was different from before. It wasn’t as desperate or begging for attention. Though the inside of your cheeks were numb from the drug of before, the sensation that coated your lips felt real. Like an apology, or words he wanted to say but couldn’t.

You could, in small amounts, taste yourself on his tongue. He had soft dew drops of sweat trickling down from his temples as he kissed you slowly. His breathing slowed and was steady for a minute, unlike his heart that beat so roughly against his ribcage. You slid your hands up his back, ghosted fingertips drawing soft shapes up his spine. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as the night around you drew to a close.

Rays of light were muffled by the curtains hanging in the window as the sun began to hem itself on the horizon. You knew you should get up and get cleaned but this intimate moment, the sighs that threatened to escape his now pursed lips convinced you to stay. Maybe he needed this- to be shown a moment of tenderness and affection. A silent promise to be there when he woke up. You didn’t know what he had been through in his life, but you allowed this innocent moment to continue.

He slowly dipped his head down onto your shoulder, a heavy weight resting as you realized he was asleep. You smiled to yourself in your still half-drunken state and held him close before lowering him down onto the pillow. The gentle flow of his messy hair, pieces falling out from the bun that once held it back. You brushed it away with your fingertips and laid down beside him. . Maybe tomorrow, you both would feel better and you had hopes that maybe he would stay. And maybe, you would be able to chip away at the rough edges and find the happiness he seemed to have buried deep in the catacombs of his heart.

Evening had once again bared its teeth, swallowing the sun whole as it fought with the moon that struggled along the horizon. Your light snores woke Sanzu up, and he laid there, marveling in your soft innocence. You were curled up next to him, a hand tucked under your chin that rested on his shoulder. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the new found darkness that shrouded them. The events of before flashed in the forefront of his mind- from the small conversation on the balcony to the rough sex you had earlier. Your smile was weaving its way into his heart and he couldn’t have that. It was just wrong.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, babbling incoherent words. Specks of moonlight sifted through the dark curtains, creating divots of illumination along your exposed thigh that hung out of the sheets. He looked to his right, the digital clock on the table read 9:09pm. He must've slept the day away between the drugs, the booze, and the sex.

He stealthily slid your hand and head off of his shoulder and delved into the darkness. He took a moment to review his plan- assessing and analyzing the risks. But all of that was just part of the job, and he had grown accustomed to it. His stolen car was right outside the hotel lobby doors and all he had was a tattered duffle bag of miscellaneous items for the job. It would be easy to carry your limp body out, playing it off as you were still asleep. He could place you in the front passenger seat and dispose of your body however he pleased. It was late enough that there would be minimal foot traffic in the hotel and outside.

He finally slipped the pillow from his side of the bed, clenching it hard in his hands. His bare feet padding effortlessly on the plush carpet underneath. This wasn’t his usual method but it seemed like the kindest one. He didn’t have to see your face as you struggled. Or your expression, devoid of emotion as life fleeted underneath his fingertips. You, however naive, showed him tenderness in the time he’s known you. So he decided this would be the way, your struggle would be feeble and brief.

He delved into the darkness, erasing the sound of his breath as he hovered over you. He stood still for a moment, counting from 20 backwards, taking in the soft sounds of your snores. You turned in your sleep, tossing the covers off. You had put on his button up sometime during the night and it was now bunched up above your stomach. Showing off the dips and curves of your hips, and the indentation of your navel as the pale moonlight reflected off of your flesh.

Now next to you, he gathered his composure, his legs shoulder width apart to ground himself and to provide leverage. As he finally raised the pillow, his shadow falling across your body, almost obliterating you for a moment, you slowly opened your eyes, looking directly at him. Your pupils grew wide and your face distorted in fear in a silent scream. But the longer you looked at him, eyes boring into his, you felt a strange comfort and your face suddenly softened.

“Don’t you know I'm falling for you, Haruchiyo Sanzu?” You spoke in a melancholic voice that stung him right in the chest.

Did you think that would stop him? Make everything better and how did you know his name?

You sighed softly at his lack of response and closed your eyes “Go ahead then, just do it.”

He lowered the pillow and a large exhale escaped his lips. He stood uncertain beside you as the sound of car engines began to fire and die off as they drove into the distance. He dropped the pillow and crumbled to his knees. You sat up halfway, leaning backward on your elbows as you looked at him. His hair was messy, and he had lines on his face from the crease of the fabric on the pillow. His eyes were lowered as he stared at the floor and his lips pursed in an unreadable expression.

“Were you really going to do it?” You spoke in a whisper.

And all he could utter was “yes” with a nod of his head.

Somehow, though, deep down you knew he wasn’t going to. You were terrified, only for a moment, without even seeing the pillow held above his head, just the facial expression he wore. Pale and cold, in that moment he held no love, no gratitude, like an eroded face of a coin. You knew he wouldn’t have the moment he dropped the pillow and fell disheartenedly. You were safe. If he wasn’t going to kill you in this secluded hotel room on the thirteenth floor, then when? You move lips in a half smile knowing he probably never would. But you pushed the subject because you wanted to hear him say it, hear it in his voice.

“You didn’t suffocate me because you couldn’t. You didn’t want to.”

He doesn’t make a sound or move an inch, still crouched on the floor.

“Haru?” You say a little louder, expecting an answer, though your voice was still calm. It surprised not only him but you as well. You felt like your insides were in a blender, pulsing and stirring at maximum speed as your heart practically broke the ribs it pounded against.

“No.” He says shakily as his eyes finally look up to meet yours. “I couldn’t.”

He frowns unsightly as lines gather like ripples across his forehead. You reach a hand down, cupping his face and he almost leans into it, which makes his scowl deepen. But in that moment- as if your fear had taken over and given you a rush of adrenaline, you kept talking. Getting out of bed to your knees in front of him, cupping both of his cheeks in the palms of your hands. As you meet his eyes, his expression drops like he doesn’t want to hear the words you’re about to say. But you need to say them. The fear you had melted away, but your blood is now hot- sizzling inside of you like needles gliding through your veins and occasionally poking you.

“I know who you are. But know that I’d never betray you, and I like you as you are.”

He looked at you, sternly and intently, “How do you know who I am?”

You laughed, wholeheartedly, tossing your head back as your hair flung behind you. Your hands moved to your sides, holding yourself in an attempt to control your laughs. “It seems that the people who told you to kill me, didn’t give you the whole story. Sit with me for a moment, I’ll tell you the truth.”

You stood up, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and holding a hand out for him which he reluctantly took. He was curious as to what you meant, the truth? He thought he knew what he needed to know, and that was what you looked like and when you needed to be dead. But there you were, eyes twinkling in the faint glow of the moonlight as you smiled so sweetly at him. And you started to talk. Telling him all about you and the connections you had. You were the goddaughter of the second highest ranking syndicate in the city, that’s why he was ordered to kill you. And you knew about this plan so your job was to allow him in, allow him to see you and get close to you. Your job was to persuade him to join your side of the tracks and leave the filthy rats he was working for behind. You told him about the safe house on the other side of town that was open for your use, and only yours, hoping he would agree to go with you.

“Slowly falling in love with you, however, wasn’t part of the plan. Beggars can’t be choosers, huh?” He could hear the nervousness cascading through the tones of your voice.

He started to see the most intimate parts of you when he followed you around. And you let him have you, in this plush bed of this thirteenth floor hotel room. That’s when he realized, you were the tenderness he was searching for. Although he won’t admit it to you, he’s falling for you too, and it’s enough to tell himself that for it to be true.

“We should get out of here. We’ve already been here too long.” He cleared his throat and stood, eyes finally turning away from you.

You nodded as you began to unbutton the shirt of his you were wearing. He gathered his things and shoved them into the duffel bag he brought. He made sure that you didn’t see the weapons and drugs he stashed inside as he grabbed every last one of the small liquor bottles from the in-room bar and threw them in too. He tossed the suit jacket on top and put on the button up as you handed it to him. It was warm and smelled of you- lavender and tequila. He didn’t bother with the buttons and watched as you tied the pieces of your dress around your figure, just enough to be decent. He scoffed to himself, thinking how inefficient traveling in that dress would be. He’d take you to a clothing boutique on the way to the safe house.

He looked at you as you zipped the dress up the side and wondered, if you were this important, why didn’t you carry any weapons or items for self-defense? He shook his head at the thought and picked up the bag at the handles. He slipped a small pocket pistol into his waistband at his back. If you weren’t going to protect yourself then he had to. He partially opened the door and peered out into the dimly lit hallway, once he felt no presence, he grabbed your hand and walked quickly to the back door leading to the staircase. You pulled your hand back and shook your head from side to side, eliciting a scowl from Sanzu.

“That’s too obvious. We should use the elevator like normal people.” To which he rolled his eyes and allowed you to lead.

You happily gave his hand a light squeeze and walked beside him to the elevator. You pushed the button to call for it and almost immediately it dinged to your floor. You scrunched your face in suspicion and quickly pulled Sanzu to the side. You knew that during the night, unless in use, all elevators are called to the lobby or ground floor. It didn’t make sense for one to already be at your floor. Sanzu pulled his gun, holding it upright in his right hand while his left hand held the bottom of the grip for steadiness.

A man and older woman stepped out, she was holding onto his arm for balance as they stepped out of the elevator. Sanzu quickly put his gun away to not cause a scene. You tried to silently step around him to get into the elevator but bumped a table and made a lamp fall. It broke as the ceramic hit the floor, crashing down in a rupture of sounds. The two of them turned to meet your nervous gaze and offered you a half-assed smile before turning back around. Before you could move another inch, they flipped back around toward you, pulling out guns and immediately firing. Bullets ricocheted around you, plunging into the metal trash can that was in between the two elevators, sticking into the walls and denting the doors. You ducked as many times as you could and Sanzu pulled his own gun out, firing back at them. He pushed you into the doors that were now closing, hoping you’d get down to safety. Two bullets fired, gliding through the air before they sunk into skin. Blood gushed out and brain matter splattered the wall to the left, slowly slipping down like droplets of dew on blades of grass. The woman fell, her eyes wide open, pupils blown, and seemed to pierce right through him.

Three shots fired back from the man and grazed Sanzu’s arm. His steady hold on the pistol wavered. He quickly took aim as he felt his blood rushing to the open wound. He took a steady breath, closing his eyes at the inhale, and opened them unhurriedly at the exhale, as if time had stopped momentarily for him. He saw the fourth bullet coming straight towards him, as if in slow-motion, he stepped to the right, tilting his head as it collided with the wall creating a divet of broken drywall and a hole for police to track later. He fired one shot back and watched as it ripped through the man’s chest. The silver bullet tore through the suit jacket he wore and cracked the bone of the fourth rib as it swiftly penetrated his chest cavity to his heart and lodged itself in his back, not leaving an exit wound.

The man tumbled backward and fell, gripping at the wound with a large hand. “He’s coming for you, you filthy rat.” Sanzu rolled his eyes and fired another shot to his throat to shut him up. Blood profusely gushed out, staining his skin crimson.

That’s when the elevator dinged again, and the doors opened. Sanzu quickly prepared to shoot, adrenaline now masking the pain he felt as his blood dripped from his elbow. There was a loud banging, like fists hitting against the inside. And when the doors finally opened about ¾ of the way, you fell out. You looked up to see him give you an exhausted look. You tilted your head innocently and quickly got to your feet. That’s when you noticed the wound on his arm.

“Haru! You’re hurt.”

“Don’t worry about it, it's just a scratch. Certainly not worth fussing over. But we have to go, now.”

As if second nature, your eyes went to the scars on his mouth. Before you could say another word he quickly ushered you into the elevator and pressed the ‘doors close’ button multiple times. As it started to descend, you ripped the bottom fabric of your dress. You moved to his side to wrap it around his arm and tie it tightly.

“You have to stop the bleeding.” You said simply before turning to face the doors again.

He looked down at his arm, noticing the intricate bow you tied in such a short amount of time. He didn’t look at you but thanked you in his mind and modestly nodded his head once. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Leaving behind this life he had, to live out his days protecting you, loving you.

The doors opened and Sanzu grabbed you. Quickly pulling you behind him as he raced to the car. A sleek black luxury car, you were unfamiliar with the logo so you didn’t know the make but it had red and black leather seats. You barely stepped in before Sanzu was already revving the engine. You were able to sit down before he started to back out of the parking space, closing the door as he turned the wheel. He sped down the bends and curves of the roads, only taking back roads until he couldn’t anymore. He veered off at an exit with no sign or distinguishable landmarks. He stopped in the town after taking a turn down an unmarked dirt road, parallel parking the car next to a white laddered fence. He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at you.

“Coming?”

You nodded, interested in where he was taking you. He walked slightly in front of you, and opened the doors to a small clothing store. The bell above the door chimed at your arrival and a sales person, a younger girl, presumably in her late teens waved hello. You looked around at the tables and racks of clothing, everything was sorted by color and perfectly balanced. You looked over at Haru who was already pulling a black button up and trousers from the side labeled ‘Mens.’ You smiled to yourself and ran your hand along the racks of dresses along the back wall. You were supposed to find something more practical to move in, but they were so beautifully crafted. Some had intricate lace designs along the shoulders or sheen sleeves that parted at the ends like angel wings. You sighed when you turned to look at the pants, bumping into Haru, who now stood in front of you.

“Just get one. This trip is on me, anyway.” He shrugged absentmindedly.

“Really?! You mean it? Haru, thank you.” You threw your arms around him, holding him close for a moment as he felt your heartbeat against him. You softly kissed his cheek, and didn’t miss the slight pink of his cheeks as you pulled away with a grin.

You picked a few styles and colors out as well as some pants and tops to travel in before retreating to the changing room. The clerk gave a delighted smile before turning to look out the window. You called to him and once you heard his footsteps padding closer you opened the door to the stall. A huge smile adorning your features as you twirled in a summer dress. It was pale blue with a lowered neckline and straps that tied at the tops of your shoulders. He felt his heart stop and then jump to rhythm, you were beautiful. He felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight of you.

He licked his lips and walked closer to you. Holding your face so gently in his calloused fingers, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment. And he kissed you. Wet lips melding against yours. Soft and passionate, but delicate too. You trailed your hands up his figure, fingertips dancing up his spine before falling back down to find purchase in the small of his back. All the thoughts of a once black and white world, thoughts that sewed themselves into shades of gray but the feelings this kiss elicited, such tenderness in his touch. You finally saw the world in technicolor like it was never before.

He pulled away and looked at you. “You should get changed. We need to go.” And he turned on his heels away from you.

You stood there, flabbergasted. Your hand reached up, your middle finger moving along your bottom lip to make sure what you felt was real. He was a puzzle to you, kissing you like that and then turning away like nothing happened. You shook yourself out of your trance and turned back to the stall to change into the practical outfit you chose. You held your tattered dress from the gala over your shoulder and the new dress in your hands. Sanzu ripped off the tags to his clothes and was already folding up the sleeves on his forearms at the counter. The clerk handed you a pair of scissors to cut yours off. He pulled a wadded bundle of cash, held together by a rubber band, from the pocket of his other pants. He tossed the cash on the counter and turned to the exit, waving at the young lady from over his shoulder, “Keep the change.”

You gave her a sad smile, apologizing for his behavior before rushing after him. The bell above the door chimed at your departure. You started back towards the car, looking at the surrounding shops. You squealed in response to noticing one with an enticing window. Sanzu immediately turned, hand flew to the gun on his back, ready to draw in an instant. Then he noticed your happy face, pointing to a bakery across the way. He rolled his eyes in response.

“We don’t have time for that.” He groaned as he turned back around.

“Please Haruchiyo! I’ll be quiet the rest of the trip. Promise!” He shook his head and made his way to your side.

You crossed the dirt road, skipping towards the bakery. As soon as you opened the door, sweet smells filled your nose. The melting down of semi-sweet chocolate in heavy cream for a ganache, raspberries being caramelized for a jam, and best of all, the sound of the stand mixer churning as it made fresh whipped cream. You took a deep inhale, admiring all the scents and sounds before walking over to the showcase of treats.

A man with a long beard, dark brown with flecks of grays towards the outer edges, stood behind the counter and a deep, vibrating chuckle sounded from him as you leaned over the glass. You marveled at the dollops of icing that were gracefully placed atop cupcakes of every flavor- some with sprinkles, some with crumbled cookie bits. You looked back at Haru who just told you to get whatever you wanted. You huffed at him in response and missed the way the man turned to his slender co-worker with a slight lift of his chin. And you missed how he slid into the shadows of the back as you happily pointed at the fruit tarts and chocolate layered cake.

You picked some chocolate covered strawberries and a cookies and creme cupcake that was topped with a black and white cookie. The man behind the counter wrapped them up for you and Sanzu handed him the money for it. You both turned to leave the shop, and again, you missed the side eye Sanzu kept on the men behind the counter. Once the door closed behind you, he pulled you close to his side placing his hand in the small of your back as you smiled up at him.

Crack. Pop. Pop.

Three shots fired. They broke the big glass window and it shattered instantly at the first vibration of the first bullet. Sanzu immediately pushed you to the side, firing an abundance of shots back. How did those bastards find them? He knew killing you was top priority now since he didn’t return to the hideout to say the job was done. He fired shots off aimlessly as he thought hard about how they knew your whereabouts. That’s when it hit him, the black duffle bag on the floor of the passenger side of the car. It must have a tracker in it. Dammit. He thought to himself as he swiftly reloaded a magazine of bullets.

“Y/n! Get to the car and toss that black bag into the lake on the side of the fence!” He shouted at you over the sound of the gun.

You clutched your side, getting to your feet and stumbling towards the car. You managed to open the door and grab the bag he talked about. You winced slightly in pain, pulling your hand from where it held your waist. It was painted in the red of your blood. You were shot in the barrage of bullets. Luckily, Haru didn’t notice… yet. You did as he said and crawled between the ground and the bottom of the fence, leaving a small red trail in your wake as you scuttled against the grass. You made it to the edge of the lake and walked over to a cement stand that protruded off towards the middle, probably for fishing purposes knowing the town you were in. You had made it to the edge before your vision got blurry. You cursed to yourself knowing you would pass out from blood loss soon. Not here, please. I need to- Haru…

And you collapsed into the lake, a faint splash of water echoed into the air.

A few more rounds of bullets and all the shop keepers had fallen. Sanzu sighed to himself and then turned to look for you. His eyes stared at the car as he moved closer, placing his gun back to the waistband of the pants after putting the safety back on. He noticed the open door and hoped you were seated inside; you weren’t. He felt his heart jump slightly and sweat started to bead at his temples. He walked towards the fence where he assumed you crawled through and there it was, plain as day- a smudged red handprint on the bottom laddered post. Panic started to set in as he jumped through the spaces and raced towards the lake. He noticed the concrete slab that hung like a ledge towards the middle of the lake. Faint ripples made their way to the edge of the banks and he feared the worst. Without even thinking, he dove in.

The water was murky and almost unmanageable. Weeds grew up from the bottom and tickled at his cheeks from the force of the dive. Small minnow fish scattered as he thrashed his limbs as fast as he could to find you. A small gleam of light reflected from the metal of the necklace you wore. Your limp body floating aimlessly and a faint cloud of red danced around your hip. He didn’t have time to stop and worry about when you were wounded or how stupid he was to not have noticed. His air supply was slowly running out, getting you and getting to the surface needed to be on the forefront of his mind. He snatched your wrist and swam to the soft overlaying light on the top of the water. Immediately gasping for air once he broke the surface, he dragged your body to the outer bank. The mud and small weeds clung to your clothing and skin. He coughed, spitting out water as he brought you to the flattest part of the ground to start compressions.

1, 2, 3. Breathe. 1, 2, 3. Breathe.

It wasn’t working. He was frantic, what was he doing wrong? How could this happen? As soon as things were starting to look up for him, as soon as he found the tenderness and love he needed it was ripped from his fingertips, leaving a nasty rash.

“Please, y/n. I- I love you.” Hot tears finally fell from his eyes, gliding down his face in broken patterns. They wavered as his cheeks shook from the overwhelming feeling of sorrow.

And again, he felt alone.

He leaned down, softly placing a kiss to your forehead. Your skin was cold, but he imagined it held the same warmth it always did. The warmth he had felt when you leaned your head against his shoulder on the balcony. The warmth he felt after he kissed you in the hotel room and your foreheads rested against each other. Or the warmth he felt just earlier today when he kissed you in the boutique in your pale blue dress. That’s how he wanted to remember you. Carefree, as you loved him. He couldn’t leave you there, on the banks of the filthy lake in that filthy town. So he picked up your body and carried you back to his car.

He drove down the streets in silence. Tears continued to stream down his face, but he ignored them as he smiled at you. Your skin now dull and clothes water-logged. You didn’t smile back at him, and your chest didn’t lift as you laughed at something stupid he said. But still- he smiled. Because you loved him, and even though you didn’t say it out loud, he knew you did. In the actions you took, the careful words you said, and in your touch.

He made a sharp turn up a rocky road. It bumped and teetered the car as he drove along the street, it eventually turned into a leveled brick road and led up to a small house. It had a bright blue door, matching shutters on the windows and a large front porch that a white bench swing swayed on in the wind. He stopped the car and came around to grab you, carrying you around to the backyard.

“This was my childhood house y/n. You would've loved it, we could've made happier memories here together.”

And that’s where he buried you. In the ground of the backyard of his mothers house. The only item that indicated where your body could be found was a stick that was wrapped in the red silk of the dress you wore the night of the gala. The same piece of ripped fabric you used to tie up his gunshot wound.

“I’ll come back for you. I have business to finish up.”

And he got back into the car, speeding down the road into the neighboring town. He pulled the e-brake, drifting at the corner turn. He was going too fast but he didn’t care. He eventually slowed as his car crept down a small alleyway. He got out in a rush and opened the back door to the all-too-familiar abandoned hotel. The round man looked at him, once he saw it was Sanzu, he extended out his arms in welcome.

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d return to me.” The raspiness in his voice was detestable.

“Jobs done. No body, it's at the bottom of a lake in an abandoned town.” Sanzu spat.

The man chuckled and tossed a black duffel bag at his feet. “The reward. Your service to us is much appreciated.”

Sanzu looked at his feet at the opened bag, wads of cash stuffed in every empty slot available. He grimaced at the sight of it. “You can keep your dirty money, I’ll be taking something more valuable now.”

He laughed out loud as he opened fire on the men. He fired at the largely built bodyguard men first, two shots into the chest each. He shot the rounded man in the thigh so he fell to his knees in pain, which revealed the three men hurtling towards Sanzu, he shot them in the chest, neck and head before they were even able to pull their weapons on him. And then he looked back down at the head man. Crouching on the ground at his knees, clutching the wound that seeped blood into his khaki trousers. Sanzu placed his foot on his chest and spat in his face.

“You disgust me. So die.” And he shot him straight in the head, his eyes full of fear and Sanzu’s psychotic smile being the last thing he saw.

He got back into his car and raced back to the house with the blue door. He walked around back to your grave sight and sat down on the grass. The twilight wind ruffled his hair, and he swore it smelled of you. He sighed and looked down at the torn fabric wrapped around the stick. He pulled a different gun from the inside of his jacket, emptying the barrel from all of the bullets except one. He closed it and spun it before placing it to his temple as a single tear fell from his eye.

“Don’t get too lonely without me.

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