#tr oneshot

[h8ani]

Promises

Pairing: Manjiro Sano x Reader

Word Count: 812 words

Warnings: f! reader in mind, cursing, fighting/arguments, angst, established relationship

A/N - this is my first TR Drabble/OneShot so please be nice to me 😭 constructive criticism is always welcomed! also the border gradients were made by @benkeibear :)

Fights for Mikey wasn’t anything that phased him. He fought all the time, it wasn’t anything new. He could fight until knuckles were bleeding or until he was fighting his own consciousness but fighting with you was something that has turned into a bitter taste in his mouth.

The only communication that’s happened between the two of you have been insults thrown at eachother, mainly because of all the fights he’s been starting with you.

The fights have only gotten worse. You swear you wake up and he’s ready to argue about something whether it be about you sleeping in or him just completely blowing up on you for absolutely no reason at all. You wonder where everything went wrong with you two, you really cant think about how it all went wrong.

He just changed.

Your boyfriend who you loved so dearly changed overnight and there was nothing you could’ve done to change that. Both you and Mikey were as thick as thieves, you were the yin to his yang, you two were perfect together. At least, that’s what you thought along with everyone else.

You two were better than this, better than the screaming matches, the insults you both would say, throwing each others belongings at each other coincidentally breaking everything in your paths. You’ve never felt more distant from him than you do now, even living under the same roof you feel miles apart.

You love him, you really truly do. You two had been through everything together from the young age of 17. That’s probably why the bond between you both was so strong and why you’ve stuck it out for so long even with the tension you’ve felt recently. He used to tell you everything, yet here he was keeping secrets and starting more fights than either of you can finish. He knew you didn’t have much fight left in you, which was probably why he wasn’t letting up this time.

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The book leaves your hand, slamming into the door missing his head by an inch. The sound echoing in your broken apartment like thunder that just rumbled the skies.

“Go ahead then! Leave me like everyone else!” You voice cracks as you scream and you curse yourself internally for that. Tears fall down your face staining your makeup but you didn’t care. You didn’t care how you looked to him anymore, clearly he sees you as the worst with the look he’s showing you now. You grabbed the tv remote chucking it at him. “You piece of-”

“I’m trying to keep you safe!” He shouted, fists balled up to his sides.

“How the fuck is leaving keeping me safe?! How is constantly fighting with me keeping me fucking safe Manjiro?!”

“It just will.” He says simply and to the point. He knows there’s no use in arguing the reason to you when you’re this angry, this hurt. He sees you shake your head, your own hands balling into fists.

“You idiot, we’ve been together for years! Everyone has seen us together! You leave and I’m in danger, you stay and guess what? I’m still in danger, regardless I’m in fucking danger!”

“No.” He sighs then pauses for a moment. His eyes leave yours before staring someplace else. “you won’t be.” He says in almost a mumble but clear enough for you to hear it.

Your eyes widen, hands flexing tighter. “Did you make a deal?”

Silence.

Of all times not to argue, curse or fight with you, it’s now.

“Manjiro.” Your voice is stern, almost like a mother reprimanding their child and Mikey never did well with that. You stare at him, waiting for his eyes to roll or a scoff to come out but you get nothing. Nothing but more silence from him. “Mikey!” Your voice raises in height, foot stomping down on the ground and the subtle sound of your downstairs neighbors hitting their ceiling with their broom can be heard. “Did you make a deal with someone!”

“You’re going to be safe (y/n), that’s all that matters. I promise.” His eyes never reached yours. Instead he turned and reached for the door, quickly opening it and walking out of your shared apartment, leaving you alone in the mess you two had made.

You thought he’d come back, he always came back to you no matter the fight you had but, without your knowledge, he made the deal. You were never going to see him again.

All this fighting, everything he did to keep you safe and this was the last moment he had with you, a memory of screaming, crying and cursing and it will be burned in the back of his brain forever.

Mikey made you a promise and he was sure he was going to keep it.

If anyone made it out of this, it was going to be you.

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Home for Dinner- Shinichiro x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: January 7th, 2024

Description: Shin said he'd be home for dinner.

Notes: This was originally going to be an unlisted fic, but it was written with Shin in mind and I couldn't think of anyone else it would apply too. But it's vague enough you could think of anyone.

Word count: 237

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“I’ll be home for dinner.”

It’s whispered into the chill early morning air. A puff of breath against your temple, followed by the gentle brush of rough lips. Like a dream, it’s there and then it’s not.

“I love you.”

All you can manage is a soft mumble and a nod, half buried in the pillow, before you lull back to sleep.

Now, as you sit at the dinner table in front of two cold plates, you wonder if you’d even tried to proclaim your love. Had that mumble been an attempt, or had it simply been an acknowledgement? When you texted him today, did you sign any of your texts with “I love you”? Even a simple “stay safe”?

You had. When he sent you a text saying “I’ll be late”, you’d replied “Alright, I’ll start dinner a bit late then. Stay safe.” Stay safe, not I love you.

You stare at the notifications on your phone, texts and missed calls from one friend. All one friend, the same friend, his friend. There’s no point in picking up, you know what’s happened– you knew as soon as you set the table.

Still, when the phone lights up once more with an incoming call, you swipe to accept.

“Hello?” You can barely recognize your voice, it sounds distant and hollow as you set the phone to speaker and stare straight at the empty place.

“I’m so sorry.”

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[8aji]

tags/cw: fluff, both baji n the reader understand spanish bc there's a reggaeton reference, mentions of food, no beta i used the free version of grammarly. // wc: 488

Baji Keisuke welcomed you to a candle-lit apartment, none of his roommates in sight. In the middle of the room, there was a table for two, decorated with two pink taper candles, little red hearts painted on the wax, along with a pair of crystal champagne glasses he had, probably, stolen from his mom. The closer you got, the better you could see the intricate patterns sewn on the tablecloth and those carved on the silverware laid in front of you. 

He pulled one of the chairs for you to sit, smiling at your awe before he brought out the food he had spent half the day cooking. What the two of you were about to eat happened to be his fourth attempt at handmade heart-shaped ravioli—the one he had seen on Pinterest—succeeding only after Kazutora offered to fix his mistake of letting Chifuyu help.

It had turned more than decent enough. He could tell by the way you hummed in satisfaction after taking a bite out of the pasta. And though everyone knew you would eat anything he cooked even if that meant getting hospitalised for food poisoning, something told him you were just pretending to be nice.

The sweet symphonic melody of Valentine by Laufey accompanied the two of you as you munched away, sipping on the raspberry fizz he had served while giggling at his recount of today’s anecdotes. 

“This was really good Kei.” You praised, pressing your napkin against your lips and he swore he heard himself purr at the praise.

“Thank you, ‘worked really hard on it.” He cleared his throat to hide his flusteredness before taking a sip of his own glass and standing up to take your plates back to the kitchen. “‘hope you don’t mind eating store-bought Tiramisu though, turns out‘s not just stacking those girly biscuits with whipped cream.”

He almost melted at your chuckle, still amazed by the idea that someone as good as you could be sitting in his living room, looking at him with the utmost love someone could muster. Sadly, he didn’t get the chance to enjoy the moment for long, because as soon as he stacked both your plates, the dreamy song ended and in its place a very familiar song started playing through the speakers, the romantic atmosphere wilting to nothing.

It was only when the endearing lyrics of ‘Agárrala, pégala, azótala’ resounded through his thick skull that he unfroze, almost dropping the plates as he scrambled for his phone. 

“‘m so sorry,” he blurted out, struggling to change the phone to something that wasn’t old reggaeton. “‘think I mixed two playlists together, these songs are for later.”

“For later?”

He perked up at your voice, eyes wide and cheeks pink at the teasing smile you sported. Even if it wasn’t exactly a song he’d play while doing that, your innocently suggestive tone hinted otherwise. 

“I- I didn’t mean it like that!”

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[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

UNVEILING FATE (serie) : part 1, next up : rin

alpha! kakucho x omega! reader (bonten)

— stuck working in a brothel to keep you safe from hunger, you're tasked to entertain a particularly dangerous and influential mafia group. however, you're met with a delicious smell which could only belong to one person, your soulmate...

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"take this with you and don't mess up or you'll have some problems with the higher ups", your friend shoved a tray in your hands, her serious eyes looking at you.

the plate was full with tea and other delicacies you had been trained to serve over the past few weeks.

"I heard they're part of a huge business, wouldn't want to get on their bad side honestly", you eye her up, feeling yourself grow more uneasy at each confession. she seemed to catch on your nervousness.

"don't stress y/n, I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job! just breathe and everything will be fine okay?" you nodded hesitantly, readjusting your grip on the tray.

you felt your friend brush her hands through your hair one last time, tightening the fabric on your waist to make it look more snatched the way clients like them usually liked it.

you inhaled deeply, counting on the things you learned alongside the other girls. all you needed to do was look pretty, serve them the tea and stay quiet on one of the corner of the room, until one of them eventually finds you to his liking and takes you to a private room.

you walked through the long hallway, already hearing the shattering of glasses and aggressive discussions, while silently greeting the other omega who just came out.

upon hearing the various voices through the closed door, your confidence died down in the blink of an eye. that would be your first ever night with a costumer and you were deeply afraid of what was waiting for you.

you swallowed nervously the lump in your throat, clearing your throat and mustering the courage you needed. you needed this job, you couldn't fail.

you made sure to keep your scent down, stress making it definitely more sour than what most alphas liked, and finally, you opened the door.

the loud cheers didn't stop and you relaxed a bit when none of them seemed to pay any mind to the new intruder. they were all too absorbed in their conversations to even look your way.

that thought alone should have pushed you further into the room. it should've calmed you down enough that you would walk up to them and put the pastries on their table.

and yet, you did none of that. all too paralysed by the foreign scent, enveloping you as if to prevent you from smelling anything else. it was strong, commanding, but all too comforting to even feel threatening.

you didn't feel like moving, you wanted to remain in the warm embrace of the pheromones casually claiming you without you knowing. it didn't feel suffocating and you would've fight whoever asked you to leave the room.

you breathed in deeply, the room now silent and looking at you. you ignored them, eyes now frantically searching for the source of such a nice scent, and then you found him.

black eyes, long hair and a calm aura surrounding him which made you crave for more, needy for his touch even though you didn't know him.

and then he got up, went up to you and... growled, with anger in his eyes.

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kakucho felt disguted.

he never frequented brothels and was sure to keep it that way if only his boss wasn't the one to invite them here.

he watched the other executives already eyeing up the women working there, casually making advances and booking a room for later.

when they sat down around the huge table, workers after workers came in. ran looked ecstatic, loving the way their position could get them such a spectacle, and carefully judged each of them until their plates were full of food.

the meal was calmer, with kakucho's own scent turning bitter the longer he witnessed his colleagues' doings.

then came the desserts. this was over soon. he'd be able to get out of this place full of so many different pheromones it nearly gave him a headache.

kakucho wasn't by any means someone like ran or sanzu, who both easily found pleasure in such displays, loving the way omegas would flock around them and throw themselves at their feet.

kakucho didn't like the lingering looks from the women he obviously didn't intend to spend the night with. he cared too much about his job and too little about his own private life to actually pay any mind to love or sex.

fuck, he just wanted to get it over with so he could go and complete the work he had started a few hours prior to his boss calling him over.

he sat on the side farthest from the door, a strong scent around him to keep the workers away while he finishes his drink.

he didn't hear the door open, he wouldn't have looked at the person entering even if he did hear her.

but her scent.

kakucho was suddenly hit by a mind-blowing sweet scent, the sweetest he had ever smelled. his nose instantly picked up those new pheromones, inhaling deeply to keep the scent close.

he didn't realise his own pheromones started spreading like crazy, instantly reaching out to the pretty stranger right in front of him.

the other executives all stopped, intrigued at the scene in front of them and at how their usually cool headed friend was a second away from drooling.

you looked cute, adorable even, totally out of place and definitely not suited for such a place. what were you even doing here ? a lovely bite-sized omega like you was sure to get all the unwanted attention of all the perverts coming here.

god, you looked so innocent, kakucho didnt think he had ever seen such a pretty omega, your scent sent him into a haze like never before.

but despite the seemingly perfect moment, your presence was still bothering him. you couldn't possibly be working there. what were you doing with a tray in your hands ? and that dress ? you looked beautiful wearing it, but it was the usual clothing a girl working here would wear.

kakucho was growing even more mad the second he connected the dots and his already present annoyance only worsened.

what do you mean his omega was working in a brothel ?

he looked at you, watching as you eyed him with big doe eyes and a candid expression. you looked so sweet. kakucho couldn't believe he had found his one and only soulmate in a brothel.

while kakucho wasn't fond of spending his time doing anything other than working, he spared a spot for his partner. the thought of having a fated partner made his romantic heart melt, he had a soft spot for you and you were going to be the only one aware of it.

this is probably why he got up so aggressively and stopped abruptly in front of you, with nothing but pure rage at the treatment of his omega.

that's why he growled. not at you, but as a warning to whoever put you in there and accepted that you work for gross men, unaware that it was actually your first night.

he couldn't believe other men had touched you. were you scared ? did those people do bad things to you? how hard your life must have been that you would end up here...

his thoughts were racing, each one worse than the precedent. kakucho was having none of that and swore to get you out of here the second he laid his eyes on your much smaller form, looking up at him as if he was your saviour.

kakucho felt compelled to now take his responsibility as the alpha you waited for your whole life.

and similarly, kakucho felt deeply protective of you, alpha instincts urging him to shield you away from the flawed world which had done you wrong while soothing all your worries away. he had never felt so in touch with his instincts before, feeling them growing inside of him to push him to act the right way his omega mate would expect.

he felt so angry. but he had to swallow that down and make sure you were alright first. so he toned it down, putting on a genuinely kind smile, one nobody ever saw him with.

"don't worry, I'll take you away from this awful place. I'll offer you a much better life, you don't have to worry about anything anymore, m'kay?"

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[kenmjiro]

── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ Scenarios (TR BOYS)

⋆⸜ 🎧✮₊˚ Characters; Manjiro Sano, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ TWS: Perversion, naked, lingerie, smut, +18

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Manjiro Sano

Your boyfriend's eyes couldn't be more open. Neither does his mouth.

“How does it look on me?”You adjusted the straps of your panties and slowly turned around completely. When you were on your back for a few seconds Mikey let out a little scream to himself, not being able to believe how good you looked at that moment.

You were left in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but in your eyes.

“Let's see... I didn't see well, take another turn.” You smiled at his impudence and took a turn again in your place, so that he could see the whole thing better.

“And...?” you asked, looking at him face to face again. By now Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes darting up and down, completely stunned.

“It's nice,” was the only thing he said, his voice sounding almost painful

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Keisuke Baji

“Do you want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?”He asked, crossing his arms. You nodded, watching his eyebrows rise.

“Yes.” you saw him make a face.

“No, no shit, for your own good it's better that you decide for yourself about them.” he turned around and left the room. Just like that.

“Well, you lose it,”you chanted as you went to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well then he would be outside waiting for you even if he refused.

As you left you confirmed it, causing a laugh on your part.

Half of his body was inside the room, in the door frame he had rested his mouth against the back of his hand, more than likely biting himself. When he saw you come out of the bathroom in the burgundy velvet ensemble, his eyes swept your body from top to bottom.

“What are you saying?” You turned around in your place so that he could see the details of the back in full. Baji leaned his face more to one side, further into the room to observe in detail.

“Shit, why are you doing this to me?” the boy snorted and began to mutter quietly to himself.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Takashi Mitsuya

“You're good at these things so be honest and don't say it's cute just because you like me, okay? ”Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, totally firm.- Great, wait for me outside here.

“Anyway, I could make you an outfit,” Mitsuya murmured into the air. “And I would be more than happy to take your measurements,Y/n”

You dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black outfit fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips, to tell the truth it took you a little while to put them on.

“Mhm... come closer.” Mitsuya settled back in the chair, moving his hips slightly and called you with his hand.

When he was in front of him, he stood up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over the bone of your hips. At that moment he took advantage of touching the material with his fingers, outlined the edge a little and separated his hands from you.

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[nymphaliia]

𐙚 TOKYO REVENGERS SMUT

୨୧ sanzu x police officer!reader

— you need to arrest sanzu, but you're alone and he thinks you'd be so much prettier beneath him, so he takes it upon himself to remind you of your place.

cw : noncon, gun play (not really), threats, public sex, blowjob, cum swallow, humiliation, slight spitting

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your job was tough. you knew that when you signed up so you didn't have any right to complain. but there were nights like this which were radically harder than others.

you were patrolling on your assigned neighborhood on your own. it wouldn't be effective to have you there without any help, but your police station was running short of workforce so it left you with no choice.

and you regretted deeply to have come here tonight when your boss had suggested you join another group in a less secluded area. but, you wanted to assure the safety of the inhabitants, as you've been warned repeatedly of the growing activity of various gangs here.

regardless, when you think about it, it was careless and stupid of you to think you could've managed any issues alone if one had to happen.

this overconfident thought process of yours is what led you to your current situation, a gun pointed at your head. your gun.

"what's wrong, weren't you about to arrest me?", you tried to think cleverly, hands raised in a surrender motion in hopes he wouldn't shoot just for fun.

"listen, I'm only doing my job. you need to surrender yourself to the police, my colleagues have been notified, they'll be there soon. it's in your interest to stop protesting" the man seemed insanely high, pupils dilated all the way and an eccentric speech you often found with drug addicts.

you had to gain time and act extra careful with him. the way he handled your gun showed you he wasn't a novice and knew what he was doing. shooting you would have been the least exciting highlight of his day.

"you talk a lot for a little bitch like you. your mouth doesn't need all those big words" you watched as he glared at you, getting annoyed at your 'bratty' act and thinking of a way to entertain himself.

"you're quite reckless even though I'm holding you at gunpoint" he stated lazily. you eyed him carefully, choosing not to say anything for fear of upsetting him further.

"do you value your life ? because I'm thinking of a few ways you could try and save your life" he laughed lightly, a playful expression finally making his way to his face.

you gulped as you watched him start to caress his member through his pants and you noticed with dread that the man was hard. a little wet spot had appeared and you could only pray he wouldn't make you do what you thought he would.

but of course, he was the one in charge. you had been dumb enough to let this drug addict stole it from you and now you were paying the price. you judged your options, not knowing what he would do to you and how far he was able to take it. you prepared yourself for any demand.

"get on your knees and show me how much you want to live. or would you like to test how long it'll take for your other friends to get there?", he agitated the gun in front of your head, clearly indicating what was about to become of you if you tried to play it smart.

you could resist, but he seemed way too determined at making you obey. you knew he'd force you physically if you didn't follow his words.

you shuddered at the thought of your coworkers stumbling upon you, watching with disgust and horror their sweetest colleague in such a shameful position.

so you went along, swallowing your pride and slowly sinking to your knees. you felt humiliated and wronged, knowing you'll get no mercy from the man in front of you. you were either gonna suck him off or die on the spot. your choice was done.

you grew more anxious as you watched him unzip his pants, taking his hard dick out and presenting it to you. the tip fell on your lips and you had a recoil, lucidity preventing you from remaining emotionless.

"come on princess, work for your life", he was mocking you and you had no choice but to stay silent, slowly parting your lips when he forced his dick inside.

watching you glaring up at him with a face cutely deformed by his length made him laugh at you, condescending eyes looking down at you.

"aah yes, you're definitely prettier when you shut the fuck up. acting all big and mighty just doesn't suit an airhead like you baby"

you wanted to cuss him out, regretting how stupid you had been for complying to his words in exchange for your life. at least you would've died properly during your shift like any proper cop.

but here you were, on your knees for the criminal you were supposed to arrest. you were such a failure, if your police station learned about that, you could bet your life was over for real this time.

"you better hurry up and make me cum, wouldn't want them to find out their colleague is just a dumb slut who opens her mouth wide for any criminal to cum into, right?" he presses the gun deeper into your forehead, eyes questioning if you have any fighting spirit left in you with a raised brow. he smirks when he finally feels you start to move, your movements are clumsy but it draws a few loud moans from him, obviously not caring at all about the possible passers-by.

"fuck, getting your dick sucked by a cute little cop is the best. you're doing great baby, taking it like a champ'", he mocks, tangling his hand in your head and watching you gag as he pushes you deeper and deeper on his cock. your choke are stimulating him and he finds no sympathy in himself to give you a moment to breathe.

you turn light-headed, slapping his thighs in an attempt to ask him for oxygen and he just laughs.

"poor princess, do you need someth- aah almost there, that's right keep sucking me like that" he swiftly puts your gun in his back pocket to allow him to use your head easier. that's how harmless you seem to him, he doesn't even need a gun to make you submit and it hurts your pride even more.

he now grabs two handful of your hair, scalp burning in his hands, before he slides you along his shaft quicker.

he throws his head back, enjoying the unholy sounds you make along with the sweet pleasure your abused throat offers him.

you find little relief in knowing you're alone there. at least your reputation won't be too dirtied... but of course, it wouldn't be funny if that's how things went?

"y/n ?! where are you, we've received your localisation" you freeze. you recognise that voice as your colleague, a nice guy with whom you spend most of your shift with. expect for tonight.

you look up at the man above you, fearing the glint of malice in his eyes.

"they came to look for you, how sweet. do you want me to call them over to tell them you're alright baby?" he roughly removes you from his dick, allowing you to pant for air. you would've crumbled at his feet if not for the way his hand was solidly attached to your hair. it hurt and you were scared to be discovered.

you hurriedly pleaded him with multiple shakes of your head, eyes wide and looking up at him with dread.

sanzu felt like he had won, smiling satisfyingly upon witnessing how undone you looked. just a bit of manhandling, threats and having your mouth fucked was enough to turn you into a submissive cum slut? what a treat.

he was glad he decided to go pay a visit to one of his client tonight.

"damn, her car is here but she's nowhere to be found. hope she's alright, there's a lot of gang stuff going on in this place" you listen as the voices come and go, internally praying for them to leave as soon as possible and search for you somewhere else.

you were too lost in your fear that you let out a loud chocking sound when he shoved his dick again in your warm mouth, growing tired of listening to the shouting of your name. and he stayed there again, unmoving, wearing your mouth like a socket.

you tried to throw a look behind you. you could hear them but couldn't see anything as he had your back turned on the road. even though you were hidden in a dark alley, you knew sanzu could see them clearly and you could only hate the way his smile widened at your distress.

"hey be careful, you don't want them to find you if your being too loud, do you?" and with that he started pounding into your head again.

he enjoyed the way your face looked a mess, with saliva dripping down your chin and chest, knees bruised at how long you've been on the ground and how your mascara was dirtying your cheeks. it felt so good to corrupt a cute little cop like you.

he felt your throat tightening upon hearing footsteps getting closer. he knew you were scared but it only pushed him to wreck you even more.

"oh- yes that's the spot. if you keep doing that I might just nut on the spot, are you sure you're doing the right job? might as well just become a whore..."

and he finally felt it, happy to do it in your pretty mouth.

he gripped your hair tighter, coming in your mouth with low grunts. you chocked around him, helping him finish quicker. you felt the warm liquid spurting inside and you had no choice but to swallow as he wouldn't let you go until he was sure you had tasted him fully.

"fuck, that felt so good princess. I love coming into an obedient slut's mouth, always the best" he patted the top of your hair dreamily, his lips stretched into a content smile while he kept his dick inside your mouth, waiting for the high to dissolve a little.

when he finally released you, he let his dick go in a pop, letting it rest on top of your panting head, the saliva and rest of cum coating his shaft fell on your head in drops but you were too exhausted and defeated to do anything.

sanzu felt satisfied with how things turned out today and chose to leave without any regrets. he promised himself he would pay you a little visit too when he felt like it and he jokingly kissed your cheek, thanking you for your hard work.

he cleaned his member by smearing it on your face before putting it back in his pants. he threw your gun back right in front of you "I think that's yours, you can keep it baby" and with a final spit on your face, which you received with no resistance, he finally left, unapologetic and a ting of mockery in his tone "I'm sure you'll be able to keep that secret between the two of us, right princess?"

what an asshole.

you took a moment to gather yourself, messily clearing your face up with your shirt, trying your best to look presentable.

you felt ashamed of yourself for having helped this asshole to cum. you spat all you could to try and get rid of the foul taste but to no avail.

you were at least glad he wasn't here to witness your little reunion with the people you worked with for years. you know he would've laughed at you.

you dusted your knees as you stood up, stumbling on your feet which had grown weak during the past minutes. you tried to think of a good excuse to justify your lack of response and finally made yourself known to your coworkers.

"y/n, here you are! we thought something bad happened to you- wait are you okay, you look really... tired?"

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[gabseyoo]

Watermelon Sugar

pairing: kanto manji!haitani rindou x fem!reader | wc: 1,5k.

warnings: established relationship, kissing, biting, dry humping, fingering, face sitting, hair pulling, cunnilingus, pussy drunk!rindou, aftercare, this is just porn.

You were on top of your boyfriend, kissing him like there was no tomorrow and moving your hips back and forth over his clothed bulge. You grunted when he bit your lip without any mercy, your hands that were stroking his hair pulled at his blond locks with intentions of making him let go your poor mouth, but that didn’t stop him, smirking as he listened to your moans of pain. It wasn’t until you tapped his shoulder that he let you go. 

“Fuck you.” You muttered, tasting a little blood.

Rindou laughed before placing a short kiss on your lips and pushing his hips higher to feel your crotch against his again, “Insulting me now, baby?” 

He began to leave wet kisses on your neck, shoulders, breasts, roaming his tongue freely across your naked torso. You didn’t respond to his words, you had already moved on, simply enjoying the pleasure his lips brought to your body. His hands went down to the edge of your underwear and you helped him get rid of the last piece of fabric by lifting your body a little so he could throw them somewhere in the room. 

Now, with you completely naked, his hand traveled down the middle of your legs to slide a finger between your wet folds, he bit his lip and smiled at how wet you already were after having been kissing and rubbing each other for the last fifteen minutes.

He slipped two fingers in easily, grunting when you dug your manicured nails into his shoulders. You nestled your head on his neck while he moved his fingers as deep as he could.

“Rindou—” A moan interrupted your words as he withdrew his fingers to focus on your clit. “Fuck me, please.”

“I’ll fuck you, don’t worry about it, baby.” He kissed your temple before continuing, “After we do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” 

Rindou didn’t wait for you to ask what he wanted to do, he just laid down on the mattress with his head resting on the pillow and grabbed you by the hips to settled you on his worked abdomen before he spoke, “Sit on my face.”

You were impressed by his request, even though the idea was tempting, you didn’t know why it made you feel a little embarrassed.

“C’mon.” He insisted, pushing you forward with his hands.

“You sure?” 

“I’ve never been so sure about doin’ anything in my life.” You looked at him with eyes full of love at his encouraging words— until he spoke again, “Well, this comes after when I bought that expensive DJ setup, but yeah hun, I’m really sure.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a soft smack on the shoulder, “Why I’m not surprised?” 

He chuckled, stroking your thighs with obvious excitement. 

“C’mon, put that pretty pussy on your boyfriend’s pretty face.”

You moved your body until your knees stopped below his armpits, hesitating. 

“What if I’m too heavy?” You asked, now it was his turn to roll his eyes. 

“You’re not.” He affirmed while slipping his arms under your legs to pull you closer to his face.

“But what if I am?” 

“Then, for me better.” Now he was completely facing your pussy and licked his lips at the sight. “Lower your hips, baby.”

You did as he said, lowering your hips until you felt his breath and his nose lightly brushing your sensitive area.

“Hey you.” You heard him say before he gave a peck on your clit. 

You didn’t expect him to be devouring you from the first moment, his tongue immediately working on your throbbing clit. With a loud groan —which you were almost sure his brother in the other room could hear— you threw your head back, your hands instinctively went to his scalp. Rindou could always make you a mess with just his tongue, but this new position certainly gave a plus. 

But you weren’t the only one who was experiencing new sensations. Eating you out was one of Rindou’s favorite activities, but just like you, having his girlfriend sitting right on his face like if it was her fucking throne had him reaching the highest levels of arousal, it felt like at any moment he would cum in his underwear. Blame all the foreplay, blame his kinks or blame his girlfriend for being so fucking hot; he was on cloud nine.

You leaned back a little, resting your hands on his abdomen and he had the need to put his hands on your breasts and squeeze them while changing the movements of his tongue, the sudden change making you shiver.

“Fuck.” You moaned under your breath. “Just like that.”

You let yourself be carried away by your body’s desires when you started to move your hips a little, and that only turned him on more. His hands moved down from your breasts to your hips to encourage you to ride his tongue, to use him as you pleased.

You were hesitant at first, but his next words shifted something inside you,

“Just fucking use me.”

It was as if a sex goddess possessed you. With one hand resting on his abdomen and the other on his head you began to move your hips more fervently while he left his tongue to your pleasure. 

Rindou couldn’t help it when he started stroking himself over his underwear, and he surprised himself when only a minute later he ended up coming in his damn boxers, moaning loudly against your cunt and a wet spot leaving him in evidence, but he didn’t care, his goal now was to make you cum. 

You stopped your movements when you felt your orgasm near, leaning forward and resting your arms on the headboard. You took the opportunity to look at him, his eyes were closed and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, being completely focused on your pleasure while his dominant hand ran over your thigh to part your folds, the slurping sounds were so lewd, but he was savoring the juices, your taste was one in which he always got drunk too fast. 

“Rindou— wait.” You mumbled as you felt your orgasm approaching, your legs were starting to shake and even in your state of lust, you didn’t want to crush your boyfriend’s head. But if you thought he didn’t want you to come undone like this, you were wrong. 

“Cum on my face, I know you want.” He said with a raspy voice. “Do it for me.”

Using the strength of his arms he spread your legs apart, his biceps flexing each time he forced against you to prevent you from crushing his head or pulling away. At this point you were with your eyes completely closed while moaning loudly, if Ran hadn’t heard you before he certainly would now. Your grip on the headboard intensified until your knuckles turned white and Rindou couldn’t wait to see you all messed up. 

You brought a hand to your mouth trying to hold back the sounds —doing a horrible job at it—, the other went to meet your boyfriend’s blond and blue locks, tugging at it, not knowing if you wanted to hold him closer to you or push him away. 

When he sucked your clit in that particular way, moving his tongue in that particular way, it was the moment when you reached the peak of your climax. 

You opened your mouth in a gasp, moving your hips a little to extend the pleasure as long as possible, nor did Rindou stop until you dropped completely on his chest. 

You both remained silent just listening as each tried to regulate your breathing for a few moments. The younger Haitani was a little tired, because of course, giving oral sex for so long was a challenge, but one that he was more than happy to accept as many times as necessary just for his girlfriend. She deserves it.

The lower half of his face was full of your fluids so you passed him a handkerchief that you took from his nightstand and he quickly wiped it off. Not even doing it right. 

He moved to the side of the bed to give you room to lie down next to him, both of you staring at the ceiling after such a mind-blowing experience. 

“When did you cum?” You asked after seeing the wet spot on his boxers. Your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head. 

“I don’t even fucking know.” He joked as he stretched his arm to the nightstand to put his glasses back on. “I knew it’d feel amazing. We should do this at least once a week.” You couldn't contain your laughter and lightly smacked his shoulder in response.

“You’re crazy.”

“Don’t play innocent, I don't remember the last time you came that hard, baby.” He said with a smile as he slipped his arms around your waist and then he spoke into your ear, “I still feel your taste in my throat.”

His words earned him a nudge from you on his chest before you set out to get some rest before taking a shower. But just a minute later you heard three knocks on the door, Rindou grunted before shouting from the bed an annoyed “What?!” and then you heard Ran’s voice. 

“Well, now that the lovebirds have finished their love ritual— Can you give me my jacket? I’m running late.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this. #— thirsts #— tr #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #tr rindou #tr x reader #haitani x reader #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo revengers smut #rindou smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers

[znitsamluv]

𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘

Bonten's kids having ' imaginary friends ' pt 2

Something small for Halloween hehehe

Characters : Ran and Rindou

Ran

° It was a perfectly cozy lazy Friday where Ran didn't have work to attend finally, and what better thing to do than sleeping all day ?.

° However your son had other plans for his father , you could hear s/n doing sneaky moves like stomping loudly especially in front of the room where Ran is sleeping in , Faking loud sneezes and acting like he tripped and banged the door in the process.

° Ran didn't even bat an eye .

° s/n finally had enough and decided on taking a different approach, he entered the room boldly and went to his sleeping father.

° " wake up" , Ran snores grew louder making s/n sigh loudly.

° " fine! I will let Jermy take care of you!" To be honest Ran was awake all this time he just likes getting under your son's skin , but once he heard the unfamiliar name Ran opened one eye and looked at S/n.

° " yeah and who is Jeremy?"

" My friend, he is right behind you!"

° The room fell silent as Ran tensed up and opened his eyes completely looking at s/n , he felt a shiver run his spine . He chuckled nervously seeing his s/n looking deadass serious , the room was dark , And Ran never regretted buying that thick curtain that doesn't allow light to pass through until now.

° slowly Ran turned his head to look behind him , Ran felt his heart in his throat but tried to play it cool .... Keyword 'tried'

°once Ran's eyes landed on a shadow figure in the corner of the dark room he fell off the bed letting out a scream while picking up s/n running out of the room making s/n scream with him.

°you dropped what you were doing, expecting the worst when you saw Ran's pale blown face , you have never seen him this shaken up.

° S/n was quick to explain what happened and you were quick to go inside the 'hunted room' opening the light .

° Ran expected to hear you scream or run back but he was surprised when he heard you laughing from inside.

° He went inside too and his eyes landed on the corner where he saw the shadow in earlier only to feel embarrassed seeing the suit he had hanged up yesterday late at night on the hanger rack , he closed the light switch seeing how it looked like a person in the dark .

° " I will give you my black card for a whole week if you don't bring out what happened" and you were more happy to agree on the deal , leaving Ran to go the bathroom to freshen up, you high fived s/n seeing you both got what you wanted , S/n waking up his father and you getting unlimited money for a week .

Rindou

° completely Different from his older brother, Rindou sacrificed his sleep and instead of going to sleep he stayed awake watching cartoons with your daughter as he promised her the day before.

° " Did you know that if you closed your eyes and counted to three a fairy will appear, I tried it my self and I now have fairy friend!"

°Rindou chuckled and thought it is going to be a wholesome thing to do to make his little princess happy even though he knows it can't be real .

°" Well let's try !" Rindou closed his eyes and counted to three expecting to see nothing when he opens his eyes .

° However once he opened his eyes he saw a green faced thing and immediately swung the pillow hitting it in the face while putting a protective arm around your daughter as a reflex.

° " What the -" Rindou's blood ran cold when he recognized the voice and immediately helped you up from the floor only to be met with a blow to his stomach while you scowled at him .

° " can't even put a mask in peace" Rindou heard you ramble as you left them annoyed, he followed after you to apologize but before that he turned to his daughter glaring at her playfully.

° " you are lucky your mother didn't turn us into fairies"

#tr🎴 #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #rindou headcanons #rindou imagines #rindou fluff #bonten imagines #tokyo revengers bonten #bonten x reader #bonten #bonten headcanons #bonten fluff #ran headcanons #ran haitani #ran x reader #ran fluff

[soubi122]

Funeral

This is a oneshot that was collecting dust in my drafts and I finally managed to finish it - ft kakucho.

Warnings: Domestic violence, smut, pregnancy, cheating, mentions of death, slight dark content, alcohol, language, slight angst and fluff.

MDNR - MINORS, respectfully, GO AWAY.

You never thought about being this happy at a funeral. Past funerals attended were full of grief and sorrow. The person who left the earth would be someone whom you'd dearly loved or were close with, someone who you felt was taken too soon. But this was different, the funeral taking place today was for none other than your husband. What you thought would be the best thing in your life turned out to be a nightmare. 

At the funeral many people flooded the marble floors, paying their respects to the dearly departed. His large portrait was on a stand surrounded by white and yellow chrysanthemums. The sight of these flowers was too pure for the vile being that was being honored today. Strangers were coming up to you and bowing - giving their condolences for your loss. They placed small envelopes in a box, a red and gold box that you wanted to burn. He deserved none of the generosity offered today. 

The black veil that covered your face felt like a mask, obscuring your features to avoid people gauging your reactions or grief, it also hid the ugly bruises and swollen eyes. For hours you've been sitting in that cushion and in pain. Your ribs were aching, the throbbing in your head wouldn't stop, the taste of metal on your tongue was driving you mad. As the funeral was winding down, the director approached you with a warm smile, years of practice and empathy made this process easy for them. “Mrs. (L/N)? We're at the last 10 minutes - we will begin escorting the guests out.” You nodded and were about to get up and leave but a tall figure approached you. Oh god, please… no more 'sorry for loss', 'your husband was a great man' lines. You think to yourself as you look up and notice the male's features. Raven hair, a scar that ran across the right side of his face to the left eye - despite his threatening appearance, the look in his eyes was sincere. 

Remembering him as a recent acquaintance of your husband, you knew they were coming to ask about his will. Business is business after all, it will keep going even when you are laying on a metal slab or are 6ft underground. “(Y/N), I'm very sorry for your loss.”  His stern but gentle tone caught you off guard. As you were beginning to bow, he spoke again - “We will need to speak regarding your husband's affairs and assets.” Here we go…the ever looming threat of his wealth was barreling towards you already and his ashes have yet to be scattered into the wind. The vultures were ready. “His attorney will be reading the will tomorrow - I'm sure he outlined what is to be done with his assets.” The raven haired man said nothing more and bowed, taking his leave. Finally, this act was over. 

You made your way to the penthouse that you were forced to call home but now that he was gone, you welcomed the emptiness that awaited you. Kicking off your heels, you exhaled a sigh of relief and slid down to the floor - barely noticing the figure that emerged from the dark corner of your kitchen. Only when you heard the sound of a click did you notice the shadow. You began to put your hands up and stare into the dark corner, waiting for the figure to emerge. “Sorry to do this during your time of grief, but this is urgent.” The same scarred man approached you, he had a gun in hand, loaded and pointed in your direction. 

Soon more figures emerged from the dark corners of your home. How the hell did they get past security? A knot began to form in your throat as the man tilted his head, pointing towards the kitchen island and telling you to take a seat without words. You got on your feet and made your way towards the island, silently taking a seat with your hands still up. The final figure that emerged was that of a shorter male with silver hair and eyes that looked like they haven't had a good night's rest in months. The dark circles became even more prominent by the dimmed overhead lights in your kitchen. “You can put your hands down, dollface.” One of the many men spoke, his tone was that of a psychopath - to avoid invoking anyone's wrath, you put your hands down on the counter. “Your husband's assets belong to us - at tomorrow's reading, you will relinquish them without any opposition.” A third voice said and his figure stepped into the dim light. He too had silver hair but his was long and he had eyes like a feral cat. A light chuckle escapes your lips as you reach for your coat pocket. In an instant your head was pinned against the counter, making you grunt and a gun was pressed against the back of your skull. “Don't even try, gorgeous…” Long slender fingers reached for the hand that held the metal object, prying it from your hold. “It's a cigarette box…” You say quietly without moving or resisting. 

With a nod, the shorter man gave permission for them to remove the gun, allowing you to lift your head from the counter. “We will have someone accompany you to tomorrow's reading…as a safety precaution - wouldn't want you to make a break for it.” Your silence spoke volumes to them. “We can also just make you hand everything over without the attorney present.” Another voice said from behind you, his tone was much softer than the one who pinned you down. Just what the hell did your husband get into? How did they know where you lived? The only thing you could do is nod. “Kakucho, you and these three will stay with her until tomorrow's reading. Takeomi and Mochizuki will bring you some spare clothing in the morning.” The man who you assumed was Kakucho nodded. Were they really planning to spend the night here? Or did they have other plans in mind? Did they want to break you more than your husband already did? You looked at the man with the short silver hair, his eyes were empty, bare and cold. Though the veil covered your face and hid your expression, he saw right through it - the submission and fear. “They won't touch you unless you give them a reason to…” His words of reassurance did just the opposite. 

Once the rest of the men left your penthouse, the others that remained began to make themselves at home and turned on the lights. Turning to face them, you noticed that they were all dressed in suits, had wildly colored hair and two of them had neck tattoos. The more ‘normal’ looking one was the raven haired man, with the exception of his facial scar. “So, dollface…you're probably wondering what your dear ol' husband did in order for us to be here…” The male with the psychopathic tone spoke, the two diamond shaped scars on the corners of his mouth curved as he smiled wickedly at you. Never have you seen such beautiful crystal eyes on such a sinister looking man. “You're scaring her Sanzu, she'll be sleeping with an eye open now thanks to you.” The coy and playful tone of the tallest male made you look in his direction. He had clean cut short purple tresses, the neck tattoo robbed your attention from his lavender eyes and handsome smirk. If you were to stand in front of him, you were sure to get top shelf vertigo. “Mikey said not to touch her.” The third male spoke, he had almost a matching hair color to the taller man but in mullet form, he too bore a neck tattoo - wait…that hanafuda design…it can't be! Alarm bells started going off in your head, you've seen the news, heard the rumors and seen first hand at what Bonten is capable of. That life of peace that you thought you were going to have? Well it just went up in smoke. These men were probably going to torture you, rape you or throw you in a brothel to pay off whatever your husband owed them. 

It felt like your chest was about to burst, the anxiety was ravaging your nerves and mind. The shortness of breath and trembling started, when the raven haired man noticed, you were on the verge of passing out. He caught you right before the back of your head met the floor. “Hey! What's wrong?” He asked as you began to have a panic attack. A sharp pain in your chest was making it difficult to breathe or even speak. “Get her some water!” He ordered one of the others as he sat across from you on the floor. The others began bickering, yelling at each other over who scared you. There was too much noise. “I'm going to slowly remove your veil, ok? I'm not gonna hurt you.” His hands gently reached out to you and you screwed your eyes shut. Don't look at me, please…! The voice inside your head screamed, your body was too in shock to move away from him. When he removed the veil, they all went silent. “…fuck, we didn't know.” You could hear one of them say. 

All four men flinched for a split second, recalling when they slammed your head against the counter. The purple and faded yellow bruises on your face and busted lip were staring at them dead in the face. The veil wasn't so that people wouldn't see your puffy crying eyes, it was to hide the pain and evidence of domestic violence.

The silence was overwhelming, making you panic even more - your breathing struggled again, snapping them out of their daze. You felt a pair of hands intertwining themselves with yours. Despite being inside, your hands felt like ice - the warmth of his hands made you feel alive. “I need you to try and take a deep breath. Focus on my voice, squeeze my hand if you understand.” Kakucho's soft and honeyed tone traveled through your ear canal and went straight to your chest. There was a soothing bass in his voice that made you follow his directions. 

Slow and steady you began to take deep breaths, one light squeeze signaled your understanding. A second voice was now in your ear, gently he titled your head in his direction. “Slowly open your eyes and focus on me…what color are my eyes?”  When you opened your eyes, you were met with a pair of lavender orbs and a tender gaze. “T-They're…beautiful.”  You managed to stutter out, his eyes matched the taller male - were they siblings? Your comment made him smirk softly, usually when people stare into his eyes they see death. “Rindou, I think she likes you…” The taller male whispered as he noticed the slight blush on your face. Finally, you were beginning to relax and breathe normally. Who would have known that the world's most dangerous men could soothe your soul? “Here, take small sips at a time.” The man with the diamond shaped scars said to you and handed you a small glass of water. Little by little, you were able to think straight without panic or anxiety. “So you can call us by our names and trust us - my name is Ran, this is my brother Rindou.” The tall male said. “The knucklehead you see over there with the pink hair is Sanzu and finally, in front of you, you have Kakucho.” Their introduction was not needed but worthy of making you feel a little at ease. 

Kakucho released your hand and helped you get on your feet. “Please, get some rest - we need to be on time for tomorrow’s reading.” That's right, these men stated that everything your husband owned was theirs. The question slipped your tongue when you opened your mouth, “Will I be set free or sold tomorrow?” Ran stepped closer and cupped your bruised cheek, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “That's not for us to decide.” Depending on what Bonten's king says, he will ultimately determine your fate - even after his death, your husband is still finding ways to break you. 

With your head hung low you made your way to your room. “Keep the door open, dollface.” Sanzu said as he sat on the Burrow couches and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. It made your eye twitch, your husband would have made you sit on the floor if that were you. Despite being at home, you had to be perfect, primed and ready for anything. To have such freedom and fearless nature, you envied it. 

It was useless to try and protest keeping the door open. Walking into your bedroom, you began to lay out clean clothing - the day was long, you needed the comfort of warm water to relieve the ache in your ribs, the aches on your legs and arms. Once you had everything ready, you picked up your bathrobe and went to the bathroom - quietly closing the bathroom door. You took a long hard look at yourself in the mirror, analyzing the bruises on your face, the marks across your neck and the redness in your eyes, it was over. Your life was over before it even began. That freedom you were hoping to have was now dependent on someone else. 

After filling the tub you began to slowly shed the clothing that clung to your figure. You had hairline fractures that were making it impossible to stay still during the funeral. The bruises extended down to your hips and thighs. Something no else would see. After showering you settle in the bathtub, gently laid back and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you should even continue to walk this earth…

Several minutes of staring into space, the door to your bathroom opens and in walks Kakucho. His calm demeanor was rather comforting - you were used to seeing your husband walk through that door with a scowl on his face or worse, a liquor bottle in his hands. “I’m not trying to drown myself if that’s what you’re thinking.” You say while slowly sitting up. You were surprised that they gave you this much privacy knowing that you could have called the cops or signal for help. Unfortunately, you didn’t trust the cops. That dearly beloved husband that departed this earth always had his way anytime you or someone else would call the cops. They would ask questions but your husband would pull them to the side and slip a small stack of bills in their pockets to keep them quiet. As soon as they would leave, he’d continue where he’d left off. Days would go by where you couldn’t even walk or let alone stand due to the pain. 

“Please be ready by 8:00 tomorrow, the reading is at 10:00...” He says and hands you a towel. Guessing by how they are looming over you like this, they wanted to make sure you’d be able to attend tomorrow’s reading. He was about to walk away but you pulled his sleeve and stopped him. “I need help.” You spoke meekly and avoided his eyes, as much as you didn't want to ask - you needed his help. “Oh…I won't look.” He said, closing his eyes and turned the other way as he extended his arms for you to reach out and grab. Sucking in a deep breath you braced yourself for the next painful seconds of your life. Kakucho could hear you struggle and grunt as you were struggling to get up. It was exciting to him, but he refused to indulge. With his eyes still closed, he spoke - “Your face isn't the only thing bruised, is it?” Usually they don't pry into other people's affairs but this was different. Gathering information was his specialty, but your docile nature drew him in. 

Kakucho felt compelled to at least leave you with something to take care of yourself with. Despite Bonten's reputation and crude nature there was still some sort of kindness in their subconscious. “My late husband would beat me almost everyday if something wasn't up to his standard.”  You said while wrapping yourself in a bathrobe. Maybe, just maybe they'd have a little mercy on you if you tell them the truth. “Yet he wanted me to conceive a child…and he fucked me nonstop until I couldn't walk… “ Kakucho felt his hand twitch for a second, raising your hand at a woman - it made his blood boil. Even though Bonten was involved with prostitution, their merchandise would still be protected. 

Your mother-in-law's declining health led to her asking you to bear her only son's child. It was a request made out of love. She loved you and adored you like her own daughter, yet she was completely blind to her son's true nature. Manipulative, cunning, aggressive and silver tongued - that's what he was. He tried to knock you up but had no luck. With a visit to the doctor, you'd come to find out about your infertility. This caused a maelstrom of emotions, you were glad yet heartbroken. Cursed to suffer alongside him and unable to conceive. After his mother's death the beatings worsened, the cheating began and so did the drinking.

“Did you miscarry?” Kakucho's question made you chuckle, making him open his eyes to face you. The sight in front of him was that of beauty and horror. The thin bathrobe left little to the imagination, the outline of your perky breasts made him blush. Your figure was gorgeous, your frame was perfect and your eyes almost had an ethereal glow to them. Yet the bruises on your body made him sick. How could someone do that to you? Was your love and devotion not enough for that sadistic son of a bitch? “Apparently I'm hollow…” Your hands caressed your belly as you spoke. Confusion was written all over his face. “I can't have children.” For someone who knows very little about you, he was ready to kill your husband but alas he was already dead. Someone beat him to it. 

There was little to no emotion in your voice. You accepted your infertility and begged to be divorced but he refused to let you go. He refused to see you happy, let alone happy with another man. “I know it doesn't mean much now but I'm very sorry.” Kakucho says and breaks you out of the misery spiral. For the first time in your life since your mother-in-law's death - someone actually said something sincere to you. “Thank you. Who knew strangers could provide such comfort?” You say and head to your bedroom to get dressed. Something about you made him curious. What else were you forced to endure? 

From the doorway you could see the other three males laying on the couches and nodding off to sleep. Looking back at Kakucho, you noticed his eyes never left you. There was warmth building up inside you, but the reality of it all loomed over you like a rain cloud. Yet, the urge to feel that warmth overpowered you. “Mind if I close the door?” There was a tinge of playfulness in your tone. You knew he would keep his eyes on you. He nodded and gently closed the door himself, he didn’t want to catch the attention of the others. 

Shedding the bathrobe and letting it drop to the floor, you kept eye contact with him. You could hear him swallow thickly as his eyes began to wander around your naked figure. Kakucho just about groaned as your body was on full display. The bruises, scars and cuts drew him in like a moth to a flame. He began to walk towards you and closed the distance. Seeing how you could barely lift your arms or bend over, he helped you get dressed. There was tension but as much as he wanted to act on it, he couldn’t. You were too fragile to even touch. 

Finally after helping you to bed, he stepped out of the room and left the door ajar. “I know that look…” The sound of Ran’s voice broke through the silence. Turning around, Kakucho saw that Rindou and Sanzu were asleep on the couch. Ran was sitting by the island and smirking at him. “We might need a little help tomorrow.” Kakucho says and makes a phone call. The remainder of the night was quiet, you slept peacefully for the first time in 3 years. 

*the next morning*

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, it was gently tugging at you and waking you up. Mumbling, you turned to face Kakucho. He was standing next to your bed. “It’s time.” He says softly. Slowly sitting up you notice he was the only one with you. The others had left already, maybe they were making their way to the lawyers office…wait, what time was it? Grabbing your phone, you see that it’s 8:30 a.m.- you were late. Sensing your panic, Kakucho explained that they let you sleep in as the reading wasn’t until 10:00 a.m. 

During the car ride, you stared out the window and wondered if you would live to see the next sunrise. “Did you tell your boss about that?” You asked him and broke the silence. Apparently there was more than just a simple helping hand last night. You laid your soul bare and told him some additional information that Bonten needed to be aware of. “It’s been taken care of.” He says and keeps his eyes on the road. 

When you arrived, you made your way to the office and upon entering you saw it. Well to be exact, her. Your husband’s mistress and the wicked smirk she had on her face. She was clad in a skin tight black dress that accentuated her bust and belly, a large ‘fur’ coat, stilettos and was wearing bright red lipstick. It was a stark contrast compared to you. You were appropriately dressed like a widow, wearing black dress pants and a black blazer - it was to cover your bruises and also be comfortable during this shitty reading. You had neutral makeup on, just enough to hide the bruises and dark circles. “Well well…you showed up knowing that you ain’t getting shit. How bold of you (Y/N).” The mistress said while eyeing you up and down. Kakucho glared at her, after what you told him last night - he wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face.

In walked the lawyer about 2 minutes later, he was a very short man with gray hair and thick glasses. He carried a serious look on his face and by the creases in his face, you can tell his scowl was permanent. Clearing his throat, the lawyer sat down and confirmed that the required party was present to begin. Before he could begin with the reading, the mistress interrupted him by saying something that made you ball up your fists. “Sorry, I need to run to the ladies room. Being pregnant and all, you just can’t hold your bladder.” Her faux apologetic tone was a jab at you and your infertility. Of course she knew, your husband made it known to every prostitute he slept with. How she managed to stick him, you weren’t sure but you no longer cared enough to harbor any jealousy towards their affair. The only thing that managed to hurt you or cause you anger was the fact that she always threw your infertility in your face. It was worse when she found out she was pregnant with his child. Constant bullying and teasing by them both ensued. She was currently 4 months pregnant.

When she returned, you kept your eyes focused on the lawyer and asked him to proceed. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as her. “Very well…we are gathered here today to read the final will and testament of (Husband’s Name). ‘To my wife, (Y/N), I leave to you only one thing, my mother’s wedding ring.’ To- ” The lawyer was interrupted by the loud cackle of the other woman, she was laughing and holding her sides. Ugh, you wanted nothing more than to rip her tongue out. Kakucho placed a hand on your shoulder and snapped you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry, oh that was too funny! Please go on.” She says and wipes tears from her eyes and calms herself.

The lawyer subtly rolls his eyes and proceeds. “As I was saying, ‘To (Mistress’s name), I leave to you all my assets and fortune as you carry our child and my bloodline.’...” Of course she was elated and smiling from ear to ear. Kakucho could see that she was only looking forward to the money and didn’t care that the man in quest had passed away. She was giggling and making a whole scene about how lucky she was and how the god’s blessed her. The lawyer kept reading the will and then the room went silent when the lawyer read the last line of your husband’s will. “In order for (Mistress) to claim any assets and fortunes, a paternity test will be required to prove that the child is the biological child of (husband’s name) no later than 1 month of the child’s birth. In the event that the child is not his, all assets and fortunes will go to his spouse, (Y/N).” As she is a floozy, you knew there was a 3% chance that it wasn’t his child. All eyes turned to look at her and her face was red. She was pissed. “How dare he question his own child?! I will prove it as soon as I am able to get the paternity test!” She yelled and huffed. To be honest, you just wanted to go home, you didn’t care who ended up with anything - Bonten was going to take it anyway.

Just then Kakucho’s cell phone rings, he lightly taps your shoulder and gives you a warm smile before he steps out of the room. The mistress caught it all. Her fires simmered when she noticed the look of what she assumed was worry on your face. “Moving on so soon (Y/N)?” She says and it looked as if she was baring her fangs at you. Maybe she could try and take Kakucho from you too. You ignored her question and asked the lawyer what needed to be done in the meanwhile as the mistress was in her 2nd trimester. He explained that you will manage all assets and issue a monthly allowance until the child is born. 

After 10 minutes, Kakucho walked back into the room and asked you not to contest the will. You figured that Bonten instructed him on how you needed to proceed. They will obtain the assets through the mistress, knowing them - it will be easier than dealing with you. You knew the ins and outs of the legal world so you may be able to contest in some sort of way. It was a little upsetting that you were being tossed aside but at the same time you were grateful that you didn’t have to continue suffering for your husbands fuck ups. 

The lawyer presents you and the mistress a document, it was to confirm that you were present at the hearing and will not contest the will. You read over the information to make sure it was all accurate, once confirmed - you signed it and returned the documents to the lawyer. The mistress was so giddy and had a shit eating smirk on her face that it made the lawyer roll his eyes again. The poor man was not having it. Once everything was signed, his assistant came to collect the documents and was personally dropping off the documents to the courthouse for filing. Everything was to be expedited and they did not want to waste any time. “(Y/N), I guess I will come by before the end of the month and drop off my things. Since I will be moving into the house and all.” She says smugly and leaves the office. You wanted to punch her in the face but had to resist the urge to upset her as she is pregnant. It’s not the baby’s fault that their mother is a fucking bitch.

Standing up, you thanked the lawyer and headed out, leaving Kakucho behind. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you forgot about him and just wanted to go home to pack up your things. You didn’t want to leave anything personal behind for that woman to enjoy. Once you were out of sight, Kakucho placed a document on the lawyer’s desk. He didn’t say a word and let the lawyer read it to himself first. The lawyer gasped and chuckled. “I expect you will arrange a meeting within the next 2 weeks, yes?” Kakucho said and the lawyer nodded. He exited the office and headed back to headquarters. 

The next few days were a blur, you were trying to figure out what to do with your personal belongings and searching for a new place to live. Even if your husband would have left you the penthouse - you didn’t want it. There were too many bitter memories in this hellhole. Lucky for you that you set aside money for yourself and weren’t fully dependent on your husband, you were able to afford living comfortably by yourself. With some of your injuries healed or at least not as bothersome, you were able to move around a little better. It allowed you to pack and put things in storage. Luckily, Kakucho came by everyday to help you. He was extremely kind and believe it or not a great cook. In the midst of all the chaos in your life, he was slowly becoming your rock. 

There were innocent gestures that made your heart skip a beat. As much as you tried not to get attached to another man, it was hard when the man in question was treating you like an actual human and not a punching bag. 

By the end of week 2, you received a call from your husband’s lawyer - he stated that you and the mistress needed to come back down to his office for a final reading and to confirm that the paperwork was accurately filed. You asked if this was something that could be confirmed over the phone but he said no. “It is in your best interest to attend, you also need to sign an additional statement.” Great… You didn't want to see the mistress and her smug face. It was rather short notice, you had to attend tomorrow evening. Ending the call you prepared to let Kakucho know. Either way Bonten was bound to know about this right? Regardless, it was no longer your concern as the mistress would be taking hold of all your husband’s assets. 

A hard knock on your front door spooked you and you thought it was going to be none other than her as she promised to stop by. Huffing in annoyance you walk over and open the door but were caught off guard by the gentleman that stood in there. “(Y/N).” Kakucho was standing in the doorway and made a chill run down your spine. The timing was too perfect. Were they wire tapping your home? You wouldn’t be surprised. “You’re still packing?” His calm demeanor was rather soothing and welcome. Opening the door wider you let him in. “I have to.” You smile softly. 

He noticed that you were packing other things that were rather questionable and gave you an odd look. You chuckle. Kakucho was taken aback at how sweet your laugh was. He realized how much you changed, it was like night and day. On day one, you were broken and quiet - almost frail and had given up on life. Today, you are warm and vibrant. Was this the same woman? 

Throughout the day you were drinking wine and offered him some, at first he refused as he was technically on the job but you somehow got him to accept. Now you were down to the third wine bottle. Getting to know your executioner was rather endearing. Aside from Bonten being what it is, their members weren’t as bad as they seemed - well for now anyways. With the previous visit leaving a bit of tension behind, the wine was giving you the edge you needed to get closer. Who knows, this might be the last time you could sleep with someone of your choosing. Bonten might end up selling you or leaving you penniless. 

“So, why do you do this?” You ask and lean your head back on the couch. You both were sitting on the floor and leaning back against the couch. There were multiple boxes, papers, momentos and wine bottles scattered about. Kakucho picked up a photo and looked at it, exhaling as he pointed at your husband in the photograph- “To keep people like him in check.” There were various things that came to light after you asked Kakucho to elaborate. Backroom deals, gambling, fraud, prostitution and of course murder - they were all dealt with by Boten. Your husband ended up joining them as a partner after trying to move into their territory. Some things were a little familiar to you but there were other unsavory things that hit you like a truck. It made you sick. Your husband owed them money amongst other things.

All this wealth was obtained by walking on other people’s corpses. Your husband not only destroyed you but he also destroyed others. It was naive of you to think that you were the only one who was taking in his wrath. Sensing your disquiet, Kakucho opted to change the subject. “You will be set free, (Y/N).” He says softly. Turning to look at him, you noticed his eyes were glossed over - oh that innocent look on his face… It made you want to devour him. “You know you shouldn’t promise things like that.” You say coyly. You were just teasing but at the same time you meant what you said.

Taking a chance and letting the liquid courage take over, you leaned over and pressed your forehead against his. The unsteady breathing and sweet scent of alcohol only drew you in. “What are we doing?” He whispers and almost pouts when you bite your lip. “I want you to make me feel like a woman again.” You almost whimper your reply and place your hand on his chest. Oh you just made Bonten’s number 3 head spin. In the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours - hungrily devouring every breath and whimper. For once, you were enjoying getting kissed, you were enjoying the taste of alcohol on someone else’s lips and you were sinking into bliss.

You felt your heart racing, it was racing out of excitement rather than fear. His hands began to travel along your body and touched places that you never thought would make your heart skip a beat. The more heated the kiss got, the more you wanted him to lay you down already - you were desperate. 

Feeling bolder, you moved your hands south and felt the bulge that was throbbing. You breath almost caught in your throat - he felt bigger than anything you’ve ever had before, larger than your now dead husband. Wasting no time, you made haste and unbuckled his belt, you were leading. Throbbing in your hands was Kakucho’s member, oh the gods gifted him with more than just a menacing look. Leaning back away from him you took in the sight in front of you. Heavy panting, chest heaving, glossy eyes and parted lips - he was beyond handsome. You paused a little too long before you were snapped out of your daydream. 

“You’re not gonna leave me like this are you?” He pants and moves your hand in a stroking motion, sending a jolt of electricity down his shaft. Oh how he was making your brain turn into mush. Continuing your motions, you felt your core aching and in desperate need of attention. Running your thumb over his leaking slit, you felt his hips jerk and he let out the sweetest moan. “Kakucho…” You say coyly and put a little more pressure around his length. He moans a response and gazes at you. His mind was also melting and on the verge of turning into mush. “Can I…taste you?” You ask while leaning in and give his tip a kitten lick that makes his eyes roll back. He chuckles and gives you permission to devour him.

Taking him in your mouth, you taste his sweet essence and bob your head slowly up and down. Focusing on his tip, your tongue swirls around the head and he feels his vision getting hazy. He was a lot to take in, with the tip hitting the back of your throat, you had a feeling he was going to tear you apart later. To him it felt like sweet torture, you were giving him affection - something that he hasn’t felt in a long time and yet you were going so slow with your movements that he wanted nothing more than to thrust his hips up to make you gag. Hearing those husky moans and his breath hitch made your folds begin to stick to the fabric of your panties. Pleasing him like this only made butterflies run rampant in your stomach. 

Releasing his member from your mouth, you took a long lick from the base of his cock up to his flushed tip. You continued to take his length further into your mouth but not too deep, you wanted to keep him on edge and make him whine a little longer. Your jaw was getting sore but you wanted to keep going. 

Kakucho placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed you down further. It made you gag a little but you welcomed his actions. They were gentle, unlike your husband - he would force your head down until you couldn’t breathe properly or until you threw up. He would leave your throat and jaw sore for days and wouldn’t care if you could barely eat the next day. Moving your hand to his length, you start to pump his cock while sucking and it sends him into overdrive. “Ngh…(Y/N), wait! Shit, you’re gonna make me cum…” He moans and tries to pull you off but fails. You were determined to swallow his seed. 

The vibrations of your moans travel down his cock and into his core. Kakucho was getting lost in heaven. The very woman who Bonten was going to take everything from was on her knees and pleasing him. Your pace began to quicken as you felt his length twitch and the vein along his shaft pulsed. His coil was so tightly wound that the moment he felt it snap, his eyes rolled back into his skull and that numbing sensation made his toes curl. Hearing him come undone was bliss, to know that you could make a man like him melt and make him whimper - it did wonders to your ego. Your husband would always say that you were good for nothing, that you would never be able to satisfy a man and yet here you are with one of the country’s most dangerous men. You were giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Swallowing his thick seed, you made sure to not waste a single drop and continued to suck his sensitive tip even after he emptied himself inside your mouth. “Stop…oh fuck!” Kakucho whines and pulls your hair. Releasing his member with a pop, you smile and slowly stroke him - making his hips twitch and his whimpers louder. Nothing in the world could compare to this feeling. You felt validated and worthy of satisfying another man, you felt like a woman for the first time in years. Your husband only ever made you feel like a toy, almost as if your sole purpose in life was for him to break you. He would treat you less like a woman and even less as a human being. 

Catching his breath, Kakucho remained seated on the floor - dazed and determined on what to do to you. “Get up…” He pants and pulls you up. That tone of voice was quite authoritative. You obey and get on your feet. He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. “Strip…” His low tone made a chill run down your spine and you removed your clothing. He too started to remove all his clothing. When he saw that you left your undergarments on, he paused. “Everything, (Y/N).” He demanded and layed down on your bed. Feeling the cool air hit your skin, you shivered and he noticed. “Come here.” He says warmly, he was trying to reassure you. 

Seeing him in all his glory…oh how your cunt clenched instinctively. His defined muscles, the veins on his arms - it made you almost drool. Even the scar on his chest that appeared to be a bullet hole had your slick dripping. Climbing on the bed, you take place next to him and run your hands along his body. The slow and gentle touches made his member twitch. Even in its flaccid state, it still twitched and looked big. He rolled you on top of him and slid his arms underneath your thighs. The confused look on your face made him chuckle. He lifts you by your thighs and slides you up towards his face. The movement was so sudden that it made you squeak in surprise. Looking down at him, his pupils were blown as he had your pretty cunt in his face. 

“Wait…I-ngh!” You moaned out loud as he pushed your hips down and buried his face in your honeypot. He was sucking on your bundle of nerves and wasted no time in making you scream his name. Your hands quickly found solace by holding on to the headboard and your forehead was leaning against the wall. Whoever was lucky enough to be on the other side of that wall could hear you moan like a whore in heat. Kakucho snaked his hand between your thighs and slid two thick digits inside your tight walls. Pumping them in and out while sucking on your clit had your eyes rolling back and your hips grinding into his face. Hearing him slightly struggle underneath you only made your coil tighten. 

Such lewd and wet sounds echoed in the room along with your wanton moans. “Ahn…Ahn…Kakucho! It feels s’good!” You mewl and run your hands along your chest, pinching and teasing your nipples. The electricity coursing through your veins had you in a daze. Not even your husband ever bothered to eat you out before - Kakucho’s gift to you was more than anything your husband could have offered you. He curled his fingers to find your trigger, when he found it your legs were beginning to shake and your hips were stuttering. Your pitch got higher and higher as you neared total bliss. 

That unmistakable tingle that ran down your spine made you throw your head back and total ecstasy as your orgasm was ripped out of you. Kakucho didn’t stop, he kept going - he wasn’t satisfied with just one. “Ngh, s’too much!” You whine and try lifting your hips away from his face. However, the iron grip that he had on your waist made it impossible for you to escape. “Mhn…one more, just one more…” He pants from between your legs. The sound of your sweet voice kept him spellbound. He wanted to keep hearing you cry out for him. 

Your overly sensitive bundle of nerves was throbbing from the continuous stimulation. He moved lower and shoved his tongue inside your tight cavern. Kakucho wanted to taste everything, his warm and wet muscle felt like heaven. With your walls fluttering you thought you were going to lose it again. “Stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You whine pathetically, begging him to stop knowing full well that you didn’t want him to. The final push was him tracing circles on your clit with enough pressure to make your vision go white. 

Kakucho made you gush and he took it all. The obscene sounds of him slurping up your honey echoed in the room. Your whole body was shaking from the intense orgasm that you felt almost light headed. Slowly, he slid your body down and made you collapse into his chest. The energy was drained from you, barely being able to move or respond when he asked if you were ok. Only a small hum could be heard from you. Wrapping his arms around you, he placed a kiss on your head and whispered. “We’re not done yet. You wanted to feel like a woman? I’ll keep showing you…” His low tone made you smile softly and bury your face into his chest. 

The rest of the night became a blur. By the time morning came you were left disheveled, sore and satisfied. Kakucho meant what he said. All night he made you moan, scream, cum and cry out in pure bliss. He stuffed you full of his cum to the point where the sheets were beyond saving. His aftercare was even better, got you water and some light snacks for you to nibble on - even medicine for your throat. To think that this was one of the most feared men in all of Japan, last night he was more than that to you. Rolling over, you see Kakucho sleeping next to you. He looked so peaceful and innocent despite the prominent scar on his face. Seeing his chest rise and fall softly, you take a better look at the tattoo on his chest - it looks like all the higher ups have this. You recalled the man with the feline like eyes and the placement of his tattoo on his temple. The two Haitani brothers and their neck tattoos. Also, their leader - the man with the empty eyes and white hair, he had his on the nape. It would be a tattoo that you’d need to familiarize yourself with. 

Kakucho stirred in his sleep and woke up with you kissing his cheek. “Good morning…” You say softly and ask him if he’s hungry. You both opted to get up and shower…together, it ended up in another round of sex that led to skipping breakfast and diving straight into lunch. Offering him a change of clothes, he accepted - besides, the clothes were brand new and never worn. No need to worry about the mistress recognizing it and accusing you of theft of ‘her things’. 

Arriving at the lawyers office, you see that the mistress was already there. She was smiling smugly from ear to ear. When she noticed you with Kakucho, her smile faded ever so slightly - jealous that he was still with you. “So quick to move on…what a shame (Y/N). Looks like you truly don’t deserve any of (H/N)’s fortune.” You paid her no mind, you just had the best night and morning of your life. “I feel bad for you when you give birth, that baby’s gonna have a big ass head just like the mother and father…you might just tear (M/N). You might never be able to please a man again.” You say without thinking. The sudden fire in you made Kakucho almost burst out laughing. Quite the insult to a pregnant woman, she of course gasped and huffed defending her unborn baby’s head size. The poised woman was gone, you no longer had to keep appearances nor bite your tongue. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat made the room fall silent. He took a seat at this desk and went over the original will one last time before making you and the mistress review the already signed and filed documents. Both parties agreed that everything was in place. The mistress couldn’t help but keep chuckling to herself as she repeated words loud enough for you to hear. “...to my wife, I leave nothing.” It was annoying but you didn’t let her get to you - you wanted to come back home and have dinner with Kakucho. 

“Now that both parties confirmed, please note that there is a new document that was received after the filing that affects this arrangement and cannot be disputed.” He says and narrows his eyes. For a moment you felt your stomach flip - what the hell was he talking about? Did the wench take an early paternity test? It’s not like it mattered, you knew you were going to vacate the home and keep your mother-in-law’s ring. That much was certain. Acknowledging the lawyer's words, you asked him to elaborate and explain what the real reason was for you both to be here. He nodded and began to read out loud the document in his hands:

“From the University of Tokyo Hospital, below is the information requested by (Husband’s full name) on (11 Nov YYYY) and (12 Dec YYYY). The original tests and new tests administered resulted in the following:

Spermatozoa count - below 2 million per mil.

Sperm motility - below 20%

Sperm viscosity - high

Sperm morphology - abnormal

Unfortunately, both labs have confirmed that the patient is infertile. With the severe lack of sperm motility and spermatozoa count - treatment is not possible.”

Everything in the room went dead silent. You felt faint and nauseous, was this actually true? The sudden screech of the mistress startled you and she came charging at the lawyer’s desk to snatch the paper out of his hands. She was beet red and almost foaming at the mouth. Reading the document in hand she crushed the edges that she was holding and her hands were shaking. “This…this can’t be! It has to be fake!” She screams and looks at Kakucho who was biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. “You probably faked this document to get in on your whore’s money!” She spits and rips the paper to shreds. The lawyer simply sighs and asks you to sign the document confirming that you were present at this hearing. Apparently your late husband amended his will one month prior to his death. When he received the first results in November he contacted his lawyer to insert a new clause. Originally he wasn’t going to leave you anything, however, due to him sleeping around not getting anyone pregnant - he grew suspicious.

With the mistress screaming like a banshee and almost attacking the lawyer, security was called to have her escorted out. The lawyer was quick to have you and Kakucho sign as a witness to all this. “Ms. (L/N), congratulations - you have all your husband’s assets and fortune. Please rest assured that the mistress will not be able to contest.” He said softly and smiled. His smile was warm, it’s as if he knew this was going to happen. How long was this information in his hands? Wait, is this why Kakucho said for you not to contest the will?

The lawyer excused himself and left the office for you to have a moment to yourself. The room was spinning and thought you were going to die. It wasn’t just the shock from the hospital results but the fact that your husband abused you and beat you non stop for being infertile when in reality he was the one shooting blanks the entire time. You began to laugh to yourself, slowly building up to a cry that made you drop to your knees. It was painful. Recalling all the times he called you hollow or less of a woman when your pregnancy tests would come out negative - it broke your heart. You were both the problem, the blame shouldn’t have been just placed on you. 

“(Y/N), there is something else I need to tell you. We did some digging and whoever was in charge of getting your fertility results a few years back royally fucked up which rendered your tests inconclusive and marked as infertile by mistake. You can have children.” Kakucho says softly and helps you stand back up. A second wave of emotions hit you and panic soon followed. You were fucking him raw yesterday and this morning like a rabbit in heat. “Kakucho…how long have you known for?!” You ask him and shove him. There was a slight pained expression on his face, he should have told you sooner. “That medicine I gave you this morning was a morning after pill. (Y/N), I’m sorry, I let myself get carried away.” At least he was honest. Last night he snuck out of your apartment to purchase the pill and would pass it off as ibuprofen or something since you were saying your throat was sore. Though he wasn’t expecting to sleep with you again in the morning he explained that he would take responsibility if the contraceptive fails. Whatever your decision would be, he will respect it and will do what he can. He made sure to explain this to you and managed to pull you in. Crying in his arms, he embraced you and did his best to calm you down.

“You didn’t sleep with me just for my husband’s assets, did you?” You ask a little broken hearted. The night you spent with him meant more to you than just sex. It was you liberating yourself once and for all from your husband. You didn’t expect to feel something more for Kakucho. Maybe it was the fact that he made you feel validated and praised you like a goddess, but it felt real. “The assets have nothing to do with what we did last night or this morning.” He assured you. 

*4 months later*

You signed off on all documents that allowed you to transfer or ‘donate’ your husband’s assets to Bonten. The head of the organization, Sano Manjiro, handed over a legal sized envelope with your name on it to you. He said nothing and walked away. “W-wait, what is this?” You ask him and he waves you off without responding. Opening the envelope you read over the information and gasp. Though you handed over everything to Bonten, they gave you something in return. Manjiro was kind enough to leave you something that the three of you could enjoy. Kakucho leaned over and placed a peck on your head. “You know, he is kind of excited to be an uncle...” 

END.

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[niikosia]

; taking ran haitani's dick tonight wasn't in my bucket list.

synopsis: the youthful heiress of the kurokawa-sano corporation went to the fnn club for a night of lighthearted fun and decided to perform as a pole dancer. there, she caught the attention of haitani ran, one of the haitani brothers and the older of the two. the brother placed a 10 million won bet on her behalf.

warning: fem reader, explicit language, dominant ran, passive-aggressive treatment, baton as dildo, baton penetration, hair pulling, clitorical stimulation, erotic dancer, dirty talking, age gap.

I came into the changing room in purple lingerie that seemed more appropriate for the evening and with the attractively disheveled appearance of mine, I puffed away on my cigarette while the exotic dancers, who were positioned nearby, stared on me in wonder.

The youngest heiress of Kurokawa-Sano Corporation was acting in a scandalous manner, which shocked the company's employees, who had noticed.

"I know you. You're the other woman of Mr. Miwako," I said, pointing my finger at the champagne-haired woman who was sitting on a couch and adjusting her hair.

Without regretting my actions, i trudged over to the empty couch and took a seat. The woman with champagne hair nearly lost her cool under my disparaging remarks, but she was merely annoyed.

The woman glared at me and spat, dropping her lipstick on the tiny bureau. "You're such a bitch," she said. The woman next to me became increasingly irritated because, even though she had collected every rouge palette, none of them seemed to pique her interest.

I almost complained about not being able to find the red lipstick shade I was looking for in a tiny box. But I soon discovered the color I desired, Penumbra. My intense gaze stayed fixed on her as I satisfied myself by applying the penumbra lipstick to my voluptuous lips.

I heard someone say, "You're the next heiress of Kurokawa Corporation, yet you're working here as a whore," from behind me.

I said, "None of your business," rolling my eyes upward.

My ink-colored eyes stared at the woman even though I was a comfortable distance away. The woman kept staring at me as I finished applying the penumba lipstick, but my expression stayed neutral.

The conversation was about to take an awkward turn when all of a sudden the door opened, revealing Sano Shinichiro, half-buttoning a black polo shirt and drenched from head to toe.

I cry out, "Shin!" and toss my older brother a towel that's nearby. I thought he must have tripped over someone or something because I was curious as to why he was so wet.

With a faint laugh, Shinichiro scratched his forehead and said, "I just got rejected again."

Just after Shinichiro made his appearance, a white-haired man appeared. He softly smiled at me and said, "You look good." It was none other than Sano Manjiro, my other brother. Kurokawa Izana, my second oldest brother, appeared with a frown just after Manjiro had complimented me.

Izana chastised me, acting as though they were the only ones in the room, saying, "For God's sake, Y/n! You're a successful model and this is your sideline? How could you not be embarrassed?" Instead of arguing or responding to Izana, I gave my older brother Shinichiro puppy-dog eyes and pleaded with him in silence for help.

"Izana is right, Y/n. I could give you a hand by calling Yuzuha about your modeling career," Shinichiro said, arching an eyebrow.

I came to the realization that Izana was probably disliking me and silently passing judgment on me, but he wasn't really able to take action because I am a highly successful model in New York City who is 21 years old.

I said firmly, "I can handle myself without asking for help from any of you."

After exchanging a few glances, Mikey remained impartial, Izana rolled his eyes, and Shinichiro finally shook his head.

They were aware of my attraction to young men; my unpredictable nature had recently landed me in trouble in New York, which was the primary reason they chose to bring me back to Japan for a while.

Mikey felt a wave of annoyance when Izana spoke again. "Iza, what's your problem?" he asked. My eyes grew wide as I shifted between the boys' arguments, not sure how to respond.

Izana took the lollypop out of his mouth and jammed it in my mouth so I couldn't speak. With irritation, he said, "If you really want a big salary from Koko, shut up and go do your damn fucking job at Bonten's 10th anniversary."

I gave my brothers a rolling look and turned to head for the front door. "She's a slut in New York, that's what I heard from there. She fucks men with money for her to become relevant," the champagne-haired woman said, turning back as she stared at my appearance.

I snapped back, clicking my tongue in amusement, "And your mom is one of my brother's hoe."

"You won't pull any Haitani's tonight with that sharp mouth of yours," the woman remarked as I flipped your hair, leaving the strippers with a frustrated expression on their faces.

I confidently strode onto the stage. I am the perfect woman for every man and the star of the club tonight.

Men find me repulsive, but even though I haven't touched the pole yet, I can hear them praising me and placing huge bets on me, showing how amazing I am to them.

I winked at the other strippers after tilting my head back to give them a flying kiss. I silently thought to myself, "Men are disgusting." before I jumped into the pole.

Men began sending me thousands of yen, but I didn't notice any of them. As a result, I continued stripping as if nobody else was present. I was just feeling myself at the moment and didn't give a damn about anyone else.

As I stepped down from the pole and took off my blazer, the older men started to swoon. A little smile came to my lips as the bonten walked in.

I moved toward the bonten, whispering to myself, "Now this is what we call heaven."

Men were speculating with enormous sums of money on me as I approached the Bonten.

I heard the man at the other table bet a sizable amount of money to me for just having sex, and all I could heard was, "I'll take her 100k."

The other guy said, "Mine's 300k," and slammed the case full of cash onto the table.

With his money on the table, the other man exclaimed, "500k."

The bonten was amazed at the huge amount of money the men wanted to bet on me.

"Kaku, why are they betting like that?" Izana asked, crossing his arms. They were talking about his sister's extreme taste in women.

I gasped when I noticed one of the well-known Haitani brothers standing next to my brothers. The tall man, who appeared to be in his thirties and had large, drooping lavender eyes, spoke up and addressed everyone in a deep, bass voice.

The Haitani Ran glared at the other group next to them and said, "10 million for Kurokawa Y/n. If any of you frauds have an objection with my decision, none of you will be able to see the light of day after." Everyone felt uneasy around him because of his intimidating appearance and menacing tone. Catching my wrist and yanking me in the direction of the exit. "What was the purpose of your action?" I asked Ran.

Ran slammed my body against his wide chest and tugged me instead of answering my question. They can still hear the other men complaining about how Ran only needed to make one wager to win me. Given that he is willing to risk millions to have me fuck him, he must think highly of me.

I stated, staring at his boner, "It's not enjoyable for me to fuck with men who have short dicks.

A smirk crossed Ran's lips as his hand began to slither down my ass and squeeze it.

"Your dick is probably as short as your hair."

I become even more curious when Ran allows a small giggle to escape his lips. I flinched the instant Ran touched my flawless skin.

"We'll see about that," was all Haitani could say.

With a slow, sultry gaze, he licked my lower lip and caressed my hand, gently massaging my hand into his man's bone just enough to give him a weak feeling.

My touch was too much for Ran to withstand, so he grabbed my waist angrily and pulled me into the secret room hidden in the departure area. When he lifted my chin to face him, he smacked his lips against mine. I attempted to brush his thin hand, but he ended up pushing me into bed.

"Do you recall asking me what's the dick?" Ran said, unbuckling his belt with one hand while using his free hand to pull something out of the bureau.

"Remember that time you asked me how long my baton was? Just to be clear, which baton are you referring to this?" he asked, pointing to his crotch first. I remembered, somehow, and my eyes widened when he showed me the black baton. "Or this?" I asked.

Legs spreading naturally, a jovial grin reappearing in his mouth, he planted gentle kisses on my thighs follow by a deep bite marks.

"See, you're already a good girl."

Ran was aware of my love for praise.

"How's new york, babe?" Ran asked, trailing the baton up to my inner thigh.

My voice cracks slightly as the baton's tip touches my clitoris part, which is surprisingly aroused already. "G-good," I says.

"You're getting wetter the more my baton touch your slippery clit." I cried as he pulled down my underwear and started rubbing my cherry chap stick in slow pace causing me to whimper with pain and pleasure.

"Does that pussy of yours feel like it has a vibrator?"

I attempted to massage your clit, but he grabbed my hand and smacked it, saying, "You're not allowed to do what you want unless I say so." He continued to rub my clit feebly. My knees are becoming weaker and my body is trembling.

I stared into Ran's large lavender eyes. As soon as Ran got the baton inside of me, tears suddenly appeared in my eyes. He chokes me lightly as he thrust the thing he uses to kill people inside me.

I scream causes my legs to spread apart making him pushes the baton farther than it was before. I was screaming uncontrollably as I experienced the man's pleasure and pain.

When he eventually pried the baton from me, he immediately and without hesitation thrust his dick into me. hunching my back, lifting your hips, and sprinting quickly and forcefully to me.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I can't stop groaning uncontrollably and experiencing both rapture and agony. Both of us were experiencing erotica and had forgotten the outside world. Our movements, our smell, and our touches diverted our attentions.

I tentatively bit his shoulder, pleading for "Ran... more."

Ran said, "You like this don't you?" with a sly smile on his lips as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.

He bit the tip of my earlobe and said, "You like when I treat you like the little slut you are?"

With a soft laugh, he says, "You like when I torment you, huh?"

He mumbles in my ear, "You like it when I thrust my dick deeper than you want."

He said in a whisper once more, "You like it when I treat you like an object.

Seductively, he whispered, "You like it when I treat you like one of my girls?"

"I like to fuck you like the fuck doll you are," He say, holding onto the sheets.

"You seem to enjoy it when I ruin this tiny cat of yours." he whispered so softly whilst rubbing my sensitive clit smoothly.

Digging my nails into Ran's back, I found that he has a lot of endurance despite his current situation because he controlled his movements to demonstrate the pleasures of sex to me alone.

I entwine my legs around Ran's sensual waist and say, "yes," allowing him to do as he pleases while biting his shoulder once more.

I was so constricted by each of his deeper thrusts that I managed to mutter, literally gasping, "Ain't no way there's a dick that its 9 i-inches long."

Ran's other hand violently flipped me back while I was gripping the sheets, "Bullshit Haitani-aaghh!" He then stuck his dick inside my asshole, causing me to gasp and start crying, "You got a filthy mouth, little izana." Ran then slapped my ass cheeks, which made me whimper even louder.

I rolled my eyes upward, my eyes still watering, as I heard Ran say, "Wipe those stupid tears of yours or-" as he lowered his hips for more powerful blows.

I stammered out, "I will fucking kill you after this!"

The faster and faster he pounded, the more smirky Ran got as he pulled my hair to him, but it stopped suddenly when someone spoke into the speaker. When he lowered his hips for deeper strokes, I rolled my eyes back and remained motionless, listening to the person on the speaker as I felt his tip hit my G-spot.

"Mic test, mic test, this is your dear Sanzu speaking. I'm sorry to break up your romantic moment, but Rindou and his bike have slid into the canal and he needs assistance."

I felt something odd inside of me, and Ran groaned, tightening his grip on my waist and intensifying his thrust, causing me to arch my back even more and whimper softly. "Fuck Sanzu!" shouted Ran.

Ran said, "I'm gonna fucking cum, you better be obedient when I flipped you," as he flipped me and I gasped and panted loudly. It's clear that Ran was jerking his dick off quickly and aiming for my chest, suggesting that it was firmer and more rigid than I initially thought.

He circled the tip of his dick in mmy hard nipples and cums in between my books while stroking it, and his loud moans soon made me blush.

"This feels so good," he mewled as I felt his liquid filling me up.

a/n: this was written in 2021.

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[nnajiro]

sano manjiro x reader

can we sit like this for a little while?...

on days like these, where everything was quiet and peaceful, you and mikey, your boyfriend chose to sit in silence in the presence of the other. as the blue hour began, the one second in which the night birds fell asleep and the morning ones still rest, where everything is as quiet as a nap’s dream, only the soft wind being present

“you know, at times like this i remember why i fell for you”

you hummed in response, allowing him to continue

“in the moments of quietness, i see how calm i am with you, when i am with others just cant help but wander”

you looked at him catching his eye fast enough since he was already looking at you. his features were your favourite thing to watch, his little pores on his nose and his beautiful smiling lines forming as he laughed, the way his eyelashes moved and those pure black eyes…

“i feel the same with you”

you finally replied, feeling your heart being completely full with adorations towards this boy infront of you, whom you call your boyfriend

you guys breathed out in sync as the two of you leaned in to rest each others heads on the others shoulder, bumping heads in the process

you both whined and started chuckling together at the silly move

“c’mere”

he muttered as he patted his shoulder, you stared in his eyes in awe as he let you win. his shoulder being so comfortable despite the roughness of his skin

“do you ever think about the future?”

almost like a whisper he said, his eyes moving around the room you two were in, making sure you were sitting comfortable by watching over you

“what about it?”

the rusty chuckle he let out made your stomach feel things as you closed your eyes to hear his breathing

“you answered my question with a question again”

there was a moment of silence before you spoke again

“i dont really, im too afraid i will loose the present moment if i do so”

you leaned back on the couch again, looking at his side profile as he stared at the closed tv infront of him. you took a strand of his hair and pulled it back behind his ear, making his beautiful dark eyes look into yours, as always making you feel things as you saw your reflection in them

“i do”

he muttered

“a lot”

you found his eyes moving away from yours, carefully avoiding the continuation that was about to come anyway

“about what?”

he stood up immediately, wanting to break the silence and ruin the intense mood he was making himself, and grabbed you off of the couch, tickling at your sides as he did so

“ahahh shdusb bahahah! mikey wha—“

you found yourself moving back to fight against his tickles, falling abruptly on the soft mattress of his bed

he looked down at you form where he stood, he adored the way your body looked and how your hair framed your beautiful face, how your eyes looked so soft towards his and how warm your skin was everytime he held your hand

you saw as his figure stood infront of you, everything you loved stood right there looking down at you

“you’re so pretty”

he said softly as he towered over you, releasing all of his weight on top of you in a hug

“uuhhh you are so heavy mikey!!”

but still you hugged him back, so grateful for being here with him

“i was thinking about our future”

he whispered in your spread out locks on his bed

“how i always want to be with you, from now on”

he finished, picking himself up by placing both hands to both sides of your head. you find yourself being silent and soon your hand moved out of instinct to the back of his head, fingers all over his ash blonde hair

you pulled him closer to you and soon there were only mere inches in between the two of you

“are we happy in that future version you are thinking about?”

you smiled softly as he leaned by his own will and kissed your soft lips, breaking it soon after and looking into your demanding eyes

“yea, really happy”

he chuckled once again before leaving his body to fall on you again causing you tho whine in pain once again

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Cult of the Dragon- Izana x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 3rd, 2024

Description: Izana is the lone survivor of his village after an attack by the bishops of the old faith, will he strike a deal with Death for revenge?

Notes: I've been playing cult of the lamb... I reeeaaalllyyy like it. I might make a part two

Word count: 719

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He’s waiting for the pain. For the blade of the ax to swing down on him. For it to sever his head from his shoulder. He’s waiting to see them again.

Shinichiro.

Mikey.

Emma.

He’ll see them soon. He’ll be dead soon.

It doesn’t hurt, at least he doesn’t think so. Maybe he’s just numb, maybe it should hurt, but he doesn’t even register the blade slicing through his skin… then the muscle… then the bone, then the nerve-

He wakes up on a cloud.

He wakes up in a land of blinding light.

He wakes up to a voice, hoarse from disuse, calling out to him.

“Come now, this is not where you die, you still may be of some use.”

His body feels heavy and his neck is stiff, the cloud beneath him reminds him of his bed; it reminds him of how Mikey and Emma would sneak in when Shin was out late into the night for work. He’s supposed to be with them now. He’s supposed to be dead.

The voice, hoarse and booming, speaks again.

“You may take however long you wish, however the longer you take, the longer it will be before you may see your family once more.”

At that he forces his eyes open, ignoring the stinging dryness and the bright light that floods his vision. His eyelids had done little to filter it, but it was even more disruptive without the dark shield.

His body stings in protest as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, his weight leaning back on his hands, and he rolls his neck out. Once he’s found some level of comfort, he takes in the being before him.

They tower above him, wrapped in tattered robes and old iron chains. Rust bleeds into the white robes leaving ugly brown streaks reminiscent of the blood that would cover his and Mikey’s knees after every tumble in the woods around their village. The torn white cloth reminds him of the old dress Shin had bought and fixed up for Emma. It reminds him of where he’s not, and why he even bothered to sit up.

“Hello,” the being speaks, voice warming up with use. “I see I’ve finally garnered your attention.”

“Who are you?”

A wry smile spreads across the beings face.

“Must you ask such obvious questions?”

“Death,” he says after a moment of thought, his brain slowly catching up with everything.

“I will give you life once more,” Izana’s brows furrowed as a scowl pulled at his lips, “in exchange you will begin a cult in my name.”

“And why would I do that?” He snapped.

The veil that shielded Death’s face did little to hide the way their face scratched in annoyance at the interruption.

“In exchange, I offer you two prizes. The first, revenge against those who slaughtered you and your family. The Heretic bishops. My… siblings.” Izana couldn’t quite decide if their tone was one of disgust or something akin to remorse. “The other, once you have eliminated them, I will return you to your siblings in the afterlife.”

Izana slowly made his way to his feet, feeling the blood flow back through his body. He stumbled in his steps, approaching a pentagram that lay before Death. Death, who was offering him both revenge and eternal rest for the price of… what? Living just a bit longer? That really was the hardest part here, wasn’t it? Being apart from his siblings just a little longer.

Starting a cult in their name wouldn’t be easy, but did he have the strength to live alone?

“Tell me, Izana Kurokawa, do we have a deal?”

Looking down, Izana finds himself at the edge of the pentagram.

How badly did he want revenge? Bad enough to leave his family waiting for him? Bad enough to make a deal with death? To run a cult in their name?

His body moves before he can stop it, stepping over the red lines into the center of the pentagram. The lines begin to glow as soon as he stills, red waves bubbling up and down as they circled him.

“Deal.”

The last thing he sees is a smug smirk on Death’s face before everything goes dark, and he wakes up on the grassy floor of a small clearing.

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[y-umiko]

LIPGLOSS | RINDO H.

Requested by Anon — for the 2k event Prompt : "My lipgloss is all over your lips"

As Rindo walks you back home, Your lips suddenly felt dry, so putting lipgloss was the most logical thing to do to avoid chapping your lips.

Rindou is suddenly aware that you let go of him, his eyes suddenly following your movement, watching you with curiosity as you swipe the lip balm across your lips.

"Do you want some?" you offered, He thinks intently for a moment, staring at your lip gloss, before nodding, reaching over with his palm open and waiting for you to hand over the lip gloss.

but you have other plans as you look around if there are others around, luckily, there are none.

Before he can even ask why you're grabbing his collar, he’s brought down to your level towards your lips for a sweet kiss.

And just when you’re pulling away, he pulls you back by the base of your jaw to close the gap again. not shocked by your actions one bit.

"I think I need more" he mumbled against your lips.

Then another, this time hands traveling by the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss. "Just to make sure" he mumbles.

Rindou trails after you a little as you pull, as if he can't get enough of your taste. a confused expression on his face when he gets a good look at the cheeky smile you had on your face.

confused he asks, "what?"

you chuckled, admiring the glistening pink hue covering his lips, "My lipgloss is all over your lips"

He licked his lips, which by the way is extremely sexy. he thinks for a few seconds, "strawberry?"

"It's cherry you idiot"

"I think I'll need another taste to make sure"

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[paroslineage]

Mistake

Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Canon Divergence.

This is my own original idea and the characters of TR do not belong to me but Ken Wakui. Do not steal :/

Genre : Fluff to Angst.

It was only a mistake....

09:42 P.M. was the time when it took place...

All it took was one regrettable action and a pair of Bolt Cutters...

It never meant to happen...

...

9:18 P.M.

"Shini~" You lovingly called out to your fiancé, elongating the last syllable.

"Yes darling?" Shinichiro replied chuckling oh so handsomely for someone who got rejected 20 times.

"When are you going to finish?" You whined wanting to just cuddle with your Shinichiro

"Just a minute more dear." Shinichiro replied lovingly and patiently.

You sigh purposefully to make him feel bad which actually does the job of getting Shinichiro to get the fixing wrapped up.

He sauntered over to you his usual boyish charming smile that made your knees weak. That was your first reason to fall for the older Sano in the first place afterall. After all the unsuccessful times of getting a girlfriend he finally found you...

His Diamond.

His one and only one.

Until the action took place unfortunately...

You both were now in the garage lobby room frolicking around.

"Hey Shini..?" You broke the silence first

"Hm..yes darling?" Shinichiro's deep voice replied to you.

"I can't wait to get married to you...can you believe that its in in one week?!" you exclaimed Excitedly.

Shinichiro chuckled at your excited tone and his deep obsidian eyes followed your every happy moment as you danced about adorably.

He strided towards you and gathered you into his arms holding you lovingly and firmly having no intentions to ever let go as he peered down at you with nothing but fondness and extreme devotion towards you ...his fiancée

"Me too darling...me too...I'm just waiting just so I can call you my wifey."

"You know? I'm still waiting for Mikey's,Emma's and Izana's reaction when I'm officially their Nee-San."

You sigh happily to which Shinichiro looks down at you with heart in his eyes and his heart swelling twice for the love you had for his dear siblings.

"And you know that you have the freedom to call me 'wifey' even now right?" You retorted in a playful sassy tone.

"Can't blame a man for having his goals right?" His eyes turned dark with desire as he held your bronze gaze locked in a heated manner.

You chuckle in amusement and slap his chest playfully making him give you a wide lopsided grin of his and leaned in to claim your soft and supple lips.

CLATTER!

Both of you freeze and maintain eye contact and suddenly fall quiet you clutching onto him scared and he reciprocates by holding you fiercely to his chest wanting to protect you.

"What was that?" You spoke quietly in a perturbed tone.

"I think some bastard broke in the garage ....stay here darling ...can't risk you getting hurt alright? I'll be back in no time I love you." Shinichiro kissed your temple tenderly before moving towards the garage with extreme caution.

"Be safe honey.."

"I will baby, dont worry."

Before an hour.

"Hey Kazutora. Where are we going?"

"Well, Mikey's birthday's coming up, right? we're gonna give him a present!"

"A present like what?"

"A CB250T, just come on."

Outside S.S MOTORS.

"This is the place."

"Here?"

"This bike shop."

"A CB250T..."

"Let's steal it ♡."

"What?! We can't just steal it!"

"We can't?"

"There's no way Mikey would be happy...if we got one that way."

"You dumbass. He doesn't need to know the details. The only way middle schoolers like us can get one is if someone older gives one to us, or we steal one."

"..."

Inside the Restaurant.

"What're you freaking out for? I sure the tank's not empty. Easy peasy."

"...You dumbass. That's not the problem here I'm telling you, stealing is bad."

"You wanna see Mikey happy, don't you?~ This is the bike he's always dreamed of."

"Yeah, but..."

"Come on don't back out now~"

"...Fine..."

Current Time 9:27.

"Kazutora..."

"You always complain..But here you are, right by my side again. Let's go."

"Seriously? It opened.."

"Whoa, no security alarms or anything? Sweet ♡. What're you doing, Baji?"

"Are we really gonna do this, Kazutora."

"Keep it down."

"There's no turning back, dude. Are we really gonna do this,Kazutora?"

"just shut up. is it this way?"

...

"Look, Baji. It's the CB250T!".

"It's so awesome."

"Wait this thing isn't new."

"Yeah, its here for maintainance..It's a total custom job. Look at those thick wheels. This bike... I'm sure Mikey would look super badass on it."

"All right, let me see it. Damn it...It's not breaking off easy."

"Hurry up."

"It's so hard!...I got it!"

"All right! Let's roll it out. Yes! It's got gas in the tank. it'll start.

"It's too soon for that. I'm gonna go outside and open the shutters."

"R-Right. Got it."

This might actually work, Kazutora.

"Yeah. I can just see Mikey's beaming face now."

"Yeah. You're gonna have the best birthday ever, Mikey!"

Currently.

"Hey!...the hell? we gettin' robbed? whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huh?"

"Shit! He's got a weapon! What do we do?!"

"you little bastards ...you're not gonna get away!"

"What do we do?! He totally saw my face! Even if we make it out of here, we'll be arrested! What should we do?!"

"Hey...you look familiar."

"Huh?!"

"Is that you, Keisuke?"

"Shi...Shinichiro-kun? Why...What are you doing here?"

"What? Well, this is my shop."

"It's your..."

Meanwhile with you.

You were worried sick thinking why hadn't Shinichiro returned yet?

So you decided that you will go to him instead.

You went to the garage and saw Shinichiro talking to little Keisuke.

Keisuke's breath hitched and started trembling as he saw you...

...

His older sister ...

Y/N Baji...

"Hmm...What ....Kei....is that you....?.."You spoke unsure, squinting your eyes in the dark to see better.

"Honey?"

"Nee-san?..."

What You and Shinichiro did not see was Kazutora sneaking up on Shinichiro with a pair of bolt cutters...

Keisuke noticed and his eyes widened as he tried to stop his best buddy Kazutora.

"Kazutora, don't!" Baji had his eyes widened to the point of just dots.

Crack!

Just as Shinichiro was about to get hit you stepped in between Shinichiro and took the hard brunt force to your head before falling down harshly.

Thud!

"Let's get the hell outta here, Baji!"

Baji left the bike which fell to the floor and ran towards the couple.

"Nee-San..Nee-San! What the hell did you do Kazutora?!"

"What was I supposed to do?! He saw us but she came in between!"

"Baby...my darling...hey ...wake up!" Shinichiro fell to his knees and scampered to your body cradling it.

"Nee-San?..." Kazutora smiled confused

"She...she...she's my older sister!" Baji replied with an anguished tone, his teary eyes not leaving your face.

Kazutora dropped the bolt cutters and started trembling as he took in your appearance, bleeding furiously from the forehead.

Meanwhile Shinichiro was in another distress.

"Hey...Y/N ...hey wifey ...get up please get up." He uttered loudly as he cradled your cold, limp body rocking you back and forth to ease his anxiety and shaking.

and Keisuke was...

"Nee-San I'm sorry...I'm sorry Nee-San please wake up." Keisuke sobbed violently as he fell to his knees and tried to crawl towards Shinichiro and you.

"Why..why is he crying?" Kazutora had a shaky grin as he pointed towards the broken man.

"Y/N Nee-San is.....is Shinichiro-kun's Fiancée!"

the following words make Kazutora's trembling worse.

"...Fiancée..."

"What are you standing there for?! Call the ambulance!!" Keisuke barked at Kazutora in distress.

Still Kazutora could not move as he was having a panic attack.

Shinichiro fell awfully quiet has he looked down at you. his obsidian eyes now dull and diminished ..your face peaceful ..had it not been the blood running down your temple he would have thought that you were sleeping peacefully without any care in the world.

Suddenly Shinichiro wailed in anguish clutching you closer to his chest and possibly heart...

hearing such a wail, both Baji and Kazutora froze in their places their eyes darting to the couple.

One had revenge on his mind.

One was In a state absolute anguish and distress mourning for his beloved.

and

One was sobbing incoherently apologizing without his cause.

...

oh right ....it was 9:42 P.M.

The sound of the ambulance and police sirens came came from a distance but neither of them both tried to move.

as one was shaking in his boots claiming that

it's all Mikey's fault...

and

the other one having his bronze hued eyes stuck to couple more precisely the black haired woman that laid perfectly still in Mikey's older brother's arms as he cried to no one, his voice raspy as he quietly begged for you to get up.

Keisuke thinking that how will he face his own mother now?

Ryoko Baji. The mother of two, her eldest daughter

Y/N Baji and youngest son Keisuke Baji.

Well now deceased daughter....

the police soon came into the vicinity with the paramedics trying to pry your body from the black haired man's grip as the he tried his best to keep you with himself helplessly.

Meanwhile the police arrested both the kids and had them escorted outwards.

Kazutora kept uttering only one thing ...

"It's all Mikey's fault.."

and Baji was somber, dead within beautiful bronze eyes dulled with now his beloved Nee-San gone.

as they were both getting escorted towards the police car Mikey came to the crime scene looking clueless and as he met Baji's eyes.

"Baji! What's wrong... What's happening?" Mikey who had just arrived to the crime scene completely clueless asked Baji innocently with a frantic tone.

Baji could only tearfully apologize with a heavy anguished voice

"Mikey ...I'm sorry."

Mikey darted his eyes behind Baji and saw paramedics carrying your bloodied corpse on a stretcher and his beloved aniki Shinichiro begging them not to take you away from him and he clutched onto your pale limp hand for dear life.

Mikey understood what had happened... What took place while he was at home...

But for Baji

...

Well what was he apologizing for?

...

For that one Mistake that never intended to happen.

Not to you at least...

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[kenmjiro]

𖦹⭑ What are we? (TR)

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ Summary: you two do things as couples even so you are not sure whether you are dating or not.

⋆⸜ 🎧✮₊˚ Character: Baji, Kazutora y Chifuyu

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Kazutora

and if...?

And if you like it? What if there's more to it than just being friends? But what if there isn't? What if it was natural for you to be like that with a “Friend”?

Kazutora only had a few people next to her. And you were one of them. He was really happy when someone like you, who was probably sent by God, was willing to be friends with him. You accepted him for who he is despite his past.

You see, being your friend is fun and memorable. But, the more time they spend together, the more confusing it is for him.

Sometimes, you will hug him while watching a movie at home. There are times when he will say goodbye with a kiss on the forehead when it is time to part; which honestly surprises him too. And, every time you two meet, you would surprise him by hugging him from behind.

These actions honestly make his poor heart swell. He knows that these things are not what “Friends” do. It is not the same as what he sees in what “normal” friends do.

Here she is with him, walking in the park. However, all of these things were bothering Kazutora. His brain almost goes blank at whatever he's talking about. The only thing going through your mind is whatever is going on between the two of you.

“So that's why I told him he won't crawl,” he says as you continue to rant at him as the two of you walk.

You noticed that Kazutora was no longer by your side. He was there, left in his path, standing as if he were in deep thought.

Realizing there was something, you walked towards him and snapped your fingers in front of his face.

“Kazutora,” you said, your voice louder than usual.

“Do you like me?” He said. He was surprised by what he said too.

You looked at him perplexed. Kazutora facepalmed as he pulled the question out of nowhere. So he decided to continue with what he just started.

“Well, here goes nothing” He thought.

“I mean, Y/n, I know we're friends. And you probably only see me as one. But not me. You make me feel things. And, just… What are we?” Kazutora asked, his ears turning red as he anxiously awaited your response.

You walked towards the man, hugging him and smiling at him.

“Well, we are whatever you want us to be,” you said.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Baji

Baji is a trustworthy man. Although he can be quite foolish at times, he knows that he can keep everything under control the way he wants. After all, he is not the captain of Toman's first division for nothing. He believes he can pull anything with ease.

Except for his relationship with you.

Having met by accidentally choosing the last peyoung yakisoba available, you and baji immediately connected. From then on they got together during their free time.

He would come to your house to rant about how stressed he is dealing with Toman. Sometimes he stops by just to say hello and bring you your favorite snacks. On weekends he would knock on your door and invite you to join him on walks.

And between those moments there are moments when your touch lingers longer than it's supposed to. When they walk together he would notice how he grabs her hands. When he rants he'll notice how your eyes shine with interest even though you have no idea what he's talking about.

and that confuses Baji a lot.

Well, sure you two are friends. But are friends supposed to hold hands? Are you supposed to feel empty when your friend isn't around? Are friends supposed to make you feel like butterflies are bursting out of you? your stomach when you see her smile?

All this makes Baji's head hurt so much just thinking. Much more than when he was solving his math problems.

And to solve that headache, he knows there's only one way to find out.

While the two of you were taking your evening walks, Baji randomly asked the question. It's not like he wasn't nervous about it, but he just wanted to get rid of what's been bothering him for quite some time.

“Y/n, what are we?” Baji asked.

“Uhmm, Friends?” You responded confusingly.

"Good. Friends” Baji said, his lips pursed as he looked at your hand holding his.

“Wait, sorry for asking this but, do you like me?” you said, trying to hold back your laughter.

“Wait so… I mean no, but yes?” Baji responded confusedly. “Look Y/n, I like her more than a friend. And that…” he pointed to your hand “confuses me.���

“I like you too, idiot. Why do you think I agree with all your plans?” You responded, flicking his forehead.

Baji locked himself in his arms. He smiled widely as if he was about to have his first peyoung yakisoba of the day.

I guess, after all, math is the only confusing thing in his life.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Chifuyu

Was it bad that he sometimes used shoujo mangas as a guide for his life?

It's not like she can ask anyone about it. As much as she would like to ask Takemichi she didn't want to be a bother. But he's not like Mikey, nor would anyone from Toman be of any help.

So here he is, burning all his neurons trying to understand his relationship with you.

You and Chifuyu have been friends for a while. You were Hina's classmate, whom she sometimes brings with her when she needs to accompany Takemichi. And she accompanies Takemichi, he will also be there. You two became instant friends and also acted as Hina and Takemichi's third and fourth wheels.

Surprisingly, you two became instant friends. Most of the time, you two would talk about the most random things. From piercings to your favorite band, your favorite sleeves, etc. These conversations would continue over the phone. Often. through text messages or calls that would last until 3 to 4 a.m.

There were also good morning and good night messages between us. And things like “What are you doing?” or “What are you eating?”

What surprises him is that he found himself eagerly awaiting your answers. And when you fell asleep and forgot to say goodnight, he often felt sad.

More than this, sometimes you asked him to accompany you when you needed to run some errands. And I would not hesitate to comply.

The same goes for him. You were instantly his first choice when it came to inviting someone to watch a movie or eat with him.

Chifuyu is aware that this friendship could turn into something more, but what if she's reading this wrong?

He keeps asking himself: Does he really have to ask you? Of course chifuyu, you like it. But are labels really important? What if this is all being friends means to you? Wait, what if you're already dating?

Chifuyu wanted to slap herself for the last question. Surely, if you're dating, he would have asked you out first. That's how it's supposed to work, right? or at least in what he reads.

So he was, thinking of a way to open up to you. Currently, you are sitting in front of him eating your ramen.

He honestly doesn't believe he can do this.

“Y/n-chan, are we dating?” The words flew out of his mouth at random. Apparently, his mouth started working before his brain.

Choking on your food, you were surprised that he decided to cross that topic.

Chifuyu, who was also surprised, suddenly began to apologize.

"I'm sorry. I really am. “It’s not my intention” You interrupted him.

“Well, do you want us to do it?” you asked.

"That?"

“You asked me if we were dating, right? I mean, do you want us to?” Because I like you. And not just what I like for friends” you said looking at the poor blushing boy.

Chifuyu, who was about to cry and burst into happiness, suddenly hugged you from across the table.

“'Chifuyu, what are you-”

"Yeah. I really like Y/n-chan. “I want us to go on a date.” he said, with tears in his eyes.

“I know chifuyu. “Now let me finish my ramen first, okay?”

He nodded.

Maybe it was worth reading all those shoujo mangas after all.

#fanfic #oneshot #tr baji #tr headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #keisuke baji #hanemiya kazutora #matsuno chifuyu #baji x reader #kazutora x you #chifuyu x reader #heacanons #tokyo revengers x you #kenmjiro #𖦹⭑ 🪐 | st★rg!rl ★🎧 #wattpad #𖦹⭑ 🪐 | st★rg!rl ★🎧 writer

[nymphaliia]

𐙚 TOKYO REVENGERS SMUT

୨୧ gamer!boyfriend!rindou x f!reader

— your boyfriend is a pro gamer and spends all of his time at his desk. and of course, his sweet girlfriend spends all of her time at his desk too, specifically under.

cw : oral (m!receiving), throat fuck, mouth cockwarming, cum swallow, slight cum play, dumbification, "slut"...

my masterlist : ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

rindou is your oh so sweet boyfriend, so kind and attentive. he spoils you and treats you so well you can't help but want to return the favour.

but what good can you be ? you've got no money and rin most likely already has everything he wants.

don't worry though! rin is quick to chase that worry away from that cute little brain of yours! you want to please your boyfriend that much is that right? surely you must know another way to please him instead of material good ?

that's when rindou uses your desperate desire to thank him, to manipulate his dumb girlfriend into her knees to keep him warm during his intense game sessions.

devoted as you are, you'll stay here and agree right? that's the only thing rin ever asked of you, you can definitely do him this favour.

you need no more convincing and you're greedily waiting for any command from him, desperate to show him just how grateful you are for his kind treatment.

you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend's face, meekly kneeling between his spreading legs. he looks so hot, all serious and frowning, muttering curses under his breath, translating his frustration at his game.

when he finally gets a more peaceful moment, he takes that as his cue to unzip his pants without a word, eyes riveted to his screen.

he doesn't look at you when he reveals his hard on and only tells you to keep it in your mouth. you mustn't move, he tells you, just keep him warm and wet, and then maybe you'll get a reward.

so you do, obediently opening wide for him and swallowing his whole length until its tip is kissing the back of your throat and your nose is touching his pubic hair. you try your best to relax your airways, feeling tears already building up.

but you finally adjust and manage to not move an inch, keeping still like he warned you to. your jaw is aching like crazy by the first fifteen minutes and time feels way longer than it should.

but you feel so good around him! the simple thought of helping rin relax is enough to get you going another ten minutes. his praises are like music to your ears and when he tells you how much of an adorable little slut you are, it feels special, and great.

rin loves to use you. the way you look under him is enough to keep him hard for another hour. he avoids looking down at you, knowing he'll be met with your big doe eyes, a terribly sweet contrast to how your plump lips are stretched around his fat cock. he knows he won't be able to complete his game if he catches your pretty face servicing him from under.

but even though you don't move and he doesn't look at you, he can only imagine what you look like right now. a pool of saliva dangling from your chin, some tainting your top. you look depraved, with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks, submissive hands delicately resting at the top of your lap.

all of this just makes him want to fuck your throat until you can't think of anything else but his dick. which might already be the case considering how you've been swallowing him for the past thirty minutes now, nostrils breathing in his strong scent.

so he makes sure to use your mouth as a fleshlight the second he wins his game, claiming he needs his reward for finishing number one. and you comply enthusiastically, readjusting your posture to prepare yourself for what's to come.

he takes your head in his hands, one holding the top, fingers roughly laced in your hair in a strong knot, and the other placed firmly on your nape.

you let him guide you up and down his length, jaw all mushy and ready to be used however. it hurts and your body is aching from the position you've been sitting in. but you say nothing, figuring his pleasure is your priority right now. his low grunts make you shiver and encourage you to keep bobing your head up and down.

it feel obscene. gags and sloppy sounds are bouncing off the walls, barely covering rin's own blissful moans. your eyes are burning and your reflexes are getting bolder, praying you for a breath, so you dig your nails in your flesh hoping it'll help you stay in place.

you feel rindou chase his own high, his thrusts are getting more uncontrolled, he keeps whispering dirty words and sweetly insults you. and when he feels it coming, he locks your head in place with his arm chocking you.

he tells you to stay still. "I'm- I'm gonna cum baby, fuck, make sure to catch all of it okay?" and you do, unmoving, receiving his seeds gratefully like an angel receiving a favour from god.

you feel light-headed by the time he finishes painting your mouth white, thick rope of cum pooling inside and forcing you to taste the sour and bitter liquid. him letting go of your face feels like a liberation and if it wasn't for the sperm in your mouth you would've panted like a dog the moment his dick slowly slid out of your mouth, sensitive from the recent orgasm.

"that's my good girl. always such a pretty cock sucker for me" he babied, slightly pating your cheek condescendingly, soft dick lazily kept in hand.

"did you like my gift baby? come on show me your reward sweet face" rin watched in satisfaction as you nodded eagerly and opened wide to show him the mouthful of cum he just dumped inside you.

he softly praised you and encouraged you to swallow after you played with it for a bit, turning it around in your mouth like it was the most delicious juice ever.

"god, you're such a useful little cum slut baby, this made me so happy. are you gonna let me use your throat again tomorrow angel?"

and how else can you answer if not by a cheerful "yes!" and a quick peck to his dick to show rin just how happy you are now that you can prove yourself to be just as capable of making his days better, like he does with you!

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