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They’re used to having toxic relationships before you came along

Haruchiyo Sanzu, Haitani Rindou, Haitani Ran

Content & Warnings: fluff, bonten sanzu, rin, and ran, mentions of toxic past relationships, few mentions of sexual topics (ran’s part)

Haitani Rindou

“Do you want italian or japanese for dinner?” You asked your boyfriend who was in front of his computer.

“Whatever you want, princess”

“ ‘kay I’m getting japanese food then”

“By the way yn, I already forwarded your name and details to the clubs I have connections with”

“Uhm.. thanks? But why?” It was so random for him to do so, considering that you weren’t even that much of a party goer in the first place.

“You know that one time you and your friends couldn’t get in sky lounge ‘cause the bouncers didn’t recognize you. I just don’t want you to get upset with me again”

“Rin, I was never upset about it. And if I ever was, why would it be because of you?”

Flashback

“I told you I’m Haitani Rindou’s girlfriend. The club across the street surely recognized me, they let me in once they found out I was rin’s girl”

“Ma’am I’m sorry but I can’t just take your word for it, this is an exclusive place”

“Rindou WILL be hearing about this and you’re going to lose your job”

Rindou stood a few feet away. Dumbfounded at the scene in front of him. His girlfriend, Miyo (ex girlfriend now) was arguing with one of the bouncers. Beside her stood a man rindou had seen a couple times before, somewhere near his girl’s place whenever he’d come to pick her up. The man was wearing the gold chain supposedly gifted to Miyo a few months ago, on his wrist was the exclusive Patek Philippe watch that’s been missing from rindou’s closet for weeks now. He even blamed the housekeeper for it. It was obvious that Miyo was cheating. And what hurt even more was that rindou witnessed first hand how he was just being used for her to be able to get easy entry to exclusive places around Roppongi. Explains why she would always ask rindou to introduce her to the staff of the clubs and get her name permanently listed on the VIP list.

End of flashback

“Rin?”

“Oh uh sorry, just remembered this one toxic ex I had who got mad whenever she didn’t get special treatment at clubs. She thought she deserved it for being my girl back then”

“You do know I don’t give two shits about all that, right? Clubs are too much for me anyway, I can’t hold my alcohol” you joked to lighten the mood. You already knew about this ex he was talking about. Ran already told you the story.

Rindou looked at you with wonder because for the most part, most of his ex girlfriends had dated him for the reputation and the benefits. Apparently being called “Haitani Rindou’s Girlfriend” meant more to them than being actually a girlfriend to him. Not that he expected you to turn out that way too but he was cautious, reluctant at times. Until now, that is.

“Come here baby” he extended his arms, backing up on his computer chair, rolling it closer to you.

You straddled his lap and wrapped your legs and arms around him like a koala would. You buried your face into his neck.

“I’m so happy it’s you” he spoke softly

“Mhm, I love you too rinrin”

Haruchiyo Sanzu

When you started dating sanzu, you were well aware of what you were getting into. You’d met him when you were hired as the lawyer for one of bonten’s cases and boy did you get yourself into a lot of trouble. What you didn’t expect to get from that was a relationship. You were a lawyer. A lawyer dating a criminal. How ironic.

When you came home to a flat that reeked of alcohol, you were once again reminded of your predicament. At the very least, he had stopped taking illegal substances. But at times when his work would prove too much for him, he would result to downing bottle after bottle of beer or vodka or whatever the hell he could get his hands on. Perhaps the only thing keeping you with him was the fact that you’ve witnessed his change for the better through the years and you’re willing to stay with him through that because he was also willing to compromise to get better both for you and him.

He was slumped on the couch, barely awake. Being bonten’s number two certainly isn’t an easy feat.

“Haru, come on let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed, ‘kay?” You shook him gently but to no avail.

“ ‘m sorry I swear I’m gonna get more for you” he mumbled almost incoherently.

“Haru, what are you getting for me?”

“I have a stash in my drawer, please don’t hurt me, I’ll get you more” he spoke more clearly but was still obviously asleep.

It clicked. Mikey told you about this before you started dating sanzu. His ex dated him because sanzu’s connections made it easier for her to gain connections for suppliers of drugs. She was also part of the reason why sanzu succumbed to such habits. She would threaten to break up with him or to hurt him when he couldn’t answer to her requests. Of course he couldn’t fight back whenever she would hurt him because he was so blinded by his feelings. It angered you so much but it was over and there was not much you could do except to help him get better.

“Haru it’s me yn, I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” You caressed his cheeks making his eyes flutter open a little bit

“Oh.. it’s you. Thank you, my angel. My safe space” he mumbled softly before falling back asleep.

It was difficult with him. It wasn’t conventional. But it was yours. It was his. Your love was imperfect but you trust that it’s worth it.

Haitani Ran

Splayed out on the couch, situated on your boyfriend’s lap, you enjoyed the show playing on the TV ‘til a random realization hits you.

“Ran”

“Hm?”

“I wonder, whenever we go out with my friends or my family, why do you always rush to pay for everything? And we don’t exactly go to the cheapest restaurants you know? No doubt that you’re capable of paying for it but you don’t always have to”

“Why not? Isn’t that my responsibility as your boyfriend?”

“No, baby. Your responsibility as my boyfriend is to give me hugs and kisses and love. Not pay for everything” you gave him a quick peck on the lips

“Well, I just, I don’t know, old habits die hard?”

“What does that even mean, baby?”

“It’s always been like that with me, and I really don’t mind anyway”

“God did your stupid exes demand that from you all the time?”

“I guess? I just didn’t want to upset them before. It’s really not an issue for me, baby”

“Well it is for me. I don’t mind you spoiling me. I know you love that, but just.. know that I won’t get mad if you don’t always do that. It’s okay to let me do things on my own sometimes, ‘kay?”

“I’ll try”

“You better. But baby?”

“What is it?”

“You better not stop spoiling me in the bedroom”

“ ‘course, how else are you going to cum if I don’t spoil you?”

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s꩜ s꩜ft!

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 4,2K.

𖦹 content: dom!hanma, unprotected sex, heavy breeding kink, impregnation, dub-con, praise kink, pinning, marking, overstimulation, mention of (m!) masturbation, cunniligus, squirting, implied fingering, pussy drunk!hanma + feral!hanma.

𖦹 pairings: mountain cat hybrid!hanma shūji x f!reader.

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[12:32 P M] - Haitani Ran

I'm sorry for ghosting you all, I have been having the hardest time trying to break out of my writers block for the two on-going stories. So, here's what has been occupying in my head rent free - Haitani Ran.

Warning: 18+ mentions of gunshot wound; Ran being Ran; soft Ran; smut; protected to unprotected sex(oops); mentions of pregnancy; mentions of Shinichiro's death Note: nothing edited. I've been caught up in some Ran stories and couldn't get this off. I promise I have not abandoned the other two stories!

Haitani Ran knew he was in love with Y/l Y/n the moment she hovered over him, pressing her small hand against his shoulder to stop the bleeding.

He fucken got shot.

He’s been shot before, but seeing an angel above him, he really thought this was it; his sins have finally caught up to him and they were going to take him away.

And if she was the one taking him away, he would gladly go.

Especially when she ripped of her shirt, only wearing her black tank top, and used the material to press down on his shoulder. The pain he felt earlier, gone as his eyes gaze at her cleavage that’s exposed to him.

Would she grant him one last wish? To allow him to smush his face against her tits?

Ran had a smile on his face, his mind floating away in his own imagination. Amid the moment, he feels his blood rushing down south.

“Hey.” The angel speaks, or was it the grim reaper? She hovers over him, her long hair hanging making her look even more exquisite. “Stay with me.”

His eyes slowly droop, “you’re so beautiful…” and he reaches a hand to touch her face. His blood accidently smears against her skin, and he drops his hand, “sorry love…”

“You’re fine… just stay with me here… I’ll get you fixed up and you’ll be good as new again… what’s your name?”

“What ever you want it to be,” he grins at her cute, confused look, “but you can call me… daddy.” He lets out a chuckle when her lips curve into a smile. Did she like that?

Hell, if he hasn’t already accepted death, he would gladly accept death in exchange if she called him daddy.

She smiles, “you’re a funny one even as you’re bleeding to death, aren’t you? I think we will be great friends.”

She looks a way before he could reply, his mouth lagging with this stupid careless gunshot wound. He wanted badly to grab her chin, to keep her eyes only on him. Only on him, but he couldn’t feel his hand anymore, they were just so heavy. She asks someone nearby what his name was.

“Ran,” her angelic voice calls his name, so sweet, so heavenly. Would it sound the same still when he’s buried deep inside of her, filling her up?

Goodness, he wanted to fuck her right here. Have her ride him to his death.

He wanted to cum so badly – cum inside of her.

She looks like she would be a perfect mom for his baby. He could knock her up and leave his heir behind…

Leave his legacy behind.

He’d accept that.

“Ran, what’s your favorite color?”

He closes his eyes and hums, “lilac…”

“How old are you?”

“However old you want me to be…” He has a gut feeling she’s older than him. She was too perfect to be his age, or younger.

She looks so mature… so ripe. So beautiful.

Since puberty, Ran knew and has always been attractive to older women. They were just better… they were his cup of tea.

She mumbles something he couldn’t hear or understand. He was getting tired, eyes slowly drooping closed.

“Is he alright?” He hears a male voice ask.

Mikey?

“Yeah, he’ll be alright.” His angel answered.

Sleep was slowly taking over, and he didn’t want her to disappear the next time he opened his eyes.

With every ounce of energy that he had left, his hands reached up and cup her breasts, they filled his large palms, and he gave it one squeeze.

Satisfaction and happiness written all over his face.

“Ran,” Mikey’s voice is dangerously low, “I don’t care that you’re hurt… get your fucken hands off my sister-in-law right now. ”

The last of his juice power depleted at the three words, sister-in-law?

Ran haven’t felt embarrassed in a long time.

When he made his recovery and remember what happened…

He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to dig up a hole and hide in it.

Especially when the angel he remembers was staring right at him with a smile that made his cock hard as a rock the moment he woke up.

Mikey introduced her to the team a few days later. The annoyance on his face was clear as day as everyone gawked at her.

It was rare to see a woman on the team.

Y/n is dangerously beautiful.

He was one of the many that was gawking at her from the side.

Still flabbergasted that she saved his life.

He owed her his now.

With that, Mikey made it very clear of that she was off limit. Shooting a silent glare at Ran specifically.

Mikey announced, “she is someone important to me. That means she is someone important to Bonten. Protect her with your life.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo might be number two, but Y/n was number one-and-a-half.

She was the fiancée of his late brother, Sano Shinichiro. They had planned to wed exactly a month from the day he died. Y/n remained part of the Sano family regardless and Mikey was not going to discard her, and he had no intentions to when she is the only remaining family member left after Emma’s death.

She was the older sister he never had.

In the time that Ran was part of Bonten, he knew nothing of her existence.

Sure enough, the reason for that was because she had been overseas working as a medical doctor and had only returned on Mikey’s request.

She will be the doctor for the executive’s members.

Ran has never wanted to have a physical examination until this moment.

If Ran couldn’t have her…

Well… he had no choice but to keep himself distracted from her.

But he couldn’t.

He only came to the main house for executive meetings. He had his own private room at the main house, Mikey made sure every executive did, but no one wanted to stay there since it hidden high in the mountains away from their work or territory.

Ran got his own condo, his own sanctuary for when he needed a mental, physical and emotional break from reality.

But lately, he’s been finding himself at the main house.

Because that’s where Y/n was staying.

Only after an accidental visit to the main house. It was either that the Gods was testing him, or on his side. He was on that side of town and it was late, he figure he would just crash for the night and go back to work in the morning.

He truly had no idea she was staying at the main house until he walked in and the smell of delicious food hit his nostrils.

Y/n had her back towards him, humming at the stove and for a second there, his life flashed…

Imagining how it would be to come home to her.

Her eyes widen when she found someone standing behind her only to smile immediately when it was just him.

She greeted him with a smile, making his cock twitch. “Just in time, come eat.”

Ran learned that she was trying to pick up a job in the cities but that meant she would have to drive about an hour every day to the cities for work.

“Mikey won’t let me leave unless I have a bodyguard with me.” She sips her beer, something he found extremely sexy.

“You can come stay with me? I have extra rooms.” He leaned back against his chair, only because his pants are getting too tight. He was going to have to sit for a bit longer until his cock settles down. He sees the lightbulb in her head go off, she was considering it.

Was it a good idea?

That meant he would have a harder time controlling himself. That also meant he wouldn’t be able to jerk off to her in his shower anymore.

“I might have to consider that,” she smiles, “but I don’t want to bother you. I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to be able to get a place under my name, since I gave up my Japanese citizenship.”

“You can stay with me however long you want.”

He came practically every night, having dinner with her.

Just the two of them.

Every night.

It was hard to leave, especially when he discovered that her room is right next to his, they were the only two on the left-wing of the house.

They would say goodnight and good morning to each other.

Ran was finding himself falling harder each day and night.

She would cook and clean, keeping herself occupied and he swears, he swears by the Gods above that her face lights up when he enters the house.

Of course, it was only short-lived until everyone started coming back because it meant a home cook meal from Y/n. It became a routine that every Sunday, it was a fucken family-executive dinner.

Y/n was the mother hen of the house, cooking and cleaning and taking care of everyone and it was pissing Ran off that everyone intruded his private time with her.

The conversation of her moving in with him was swept under the rug, he didn’t know if it was going to happen anymore.

He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his hips and leaves the bathroom when another body collided into him.

His arms instantly wrap around the small body, steadying them, instantly he knew it was Y/n. She was the only other person on this side of the house.

Ran indulges himself, even if it was two seconds – he got to hold her, and she felt wonderful in his arms.

She was small, a whole head shorter than him and he wanted to devour her.

She gasped and he looks down at her confused and that’s when he realized his towel had slipped, pooling at his ankles.

His cock was still hard even after he’s jerked off. “Fuck…”

Y/n looks up at him, cheeks pinkish, “Ran…”

Ran cups her face, no long caring. “Please Y/n… let me kiss you…” he never felt so desperate before.

His eyes widen when she cups his face, pulling him down to meet her halfway, her lips press against his in a soft kiss before she pulled away slightly.

“Satisfied?”

He blinks, dumbfounded. “Again – do it again… I wasn’t – ready.”

She pushes herself up on her onto the tip of her toes and kiss him once more, this time, deeply.

His hands drop from her face and holds her waist, pulling her against his body. He takes the invitation when her mouth opens, and he slips his tongue in to dance with hers.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his, mouth moving hungrily over his.

“Ran,” she breathes, breaking the kiss but he shifts his mouth to her jaw, nipping and kissing down to her throat. “We…”

He didn’t want her to tell him to stop. That this was a mistake. He’ll do anything to convince her, this is right, this is worth it.

“Bed – bedroom…” she utters when he nips the spot along her neck, where he felt her pulse, beating fast – just like his.

Abandoning the towel, he lifts her easily making her wrap her legs around his torso as he carries her across the hall to his room.

He sets her down back on her feet, his forehead pressed against hers. He finally catches his breath, “you… sure this is what you want?” One hand touches her cheek, thumb rubbing her lower lip.

Her eyes are wavering, and he panics – if she had second thoughts, he would let her go.

It’ll kill him, but he’ll let her go.

She tilts her head towards him until the tip of theirs touched and she closes her eyes, whispering softly, “Ran… I haven’t – I haven’t done this since Shin… I haven’t wanted anyone but him but… God help me… I want you so fucken bad.” Her eyes open, looking at him straight in the eyes, “I want you, Ran, or so tell me to leave now…”

His lips curve into a smile, he reaches back behind him and twists the lock in place on the doorknob. “You’re fucken crazy if you think I’ll tell you to leave, I was going to tell you to tell me to leave.”

He starts backing her towards his bed, grabbing the ends of her shirt and pulling it off.

“But this is your room.”

She was moving back when he stopped, seeing her naked underneath her shirt. She smirks, smirks, at him and moves to push her shorts down her legs.

Y/n stood completely naked six feet away from him, waiting for him. “I hope you weren’t expecting a supermodel body…”

Two strides and Ran closed the distance between them, his mouth meets hers to kiss her stupid – for thinking and assuming the worst of herself.

He pushes her down onto his bed, pushing her legs so he can settle in between. “I’ll show you,” he says between kisses, “your body here is what I’ve been dying to taste… to have… and,” he nips her lower lip, earning a whimper from her. His cock jolted; he couldn’t wait to hear her whimper when he finally fucks her. “I never expected you to have a supermodel body.”

Ran pushes himself on his knees, admiring her glorious naked body that’s going to be beneath him shortly.

But first, he palms her tits, groaning at the feeling of skin to skin.

At last, doing what he wanted to do the first time he met her, he smoother his face against her chest.

Her soft giggles are new to his ears and he loved it.

“I wanted to do this the first time I met you,” he tells, pressing both mounds against his face, before taking a pucker nipple into his mouth. He teased he sensitive nipple before releasing it and doing the same for the other side.

“Ran,” Y/n moans, “enough… I want you.”

He would have to wait a bit to pay ultimate attention to her tits later, now, he needed to be inside of her.

“Condom…” he mumbled out loud. He really didn’t want to leave between her legs but rolled away to the draw by his bed, blindly fumbling around until he found one. He frowns when she moved from the spot left her in to find her in the middle of his bed. Crawling towards her, he used his teeth to tear the packet, pulling the condom out to roll it on his aching cock.

He resettles himself between her legs. “I’ll try… to go easy.”

He watched her hands rub along her slit and circle her clit. “I’m not fragile, Ran.”

He groans, “don’t – don’t say that. I don’t want to scare you away…” he rubs the tip of his cock against her slits, “if you can’t tell, Y/n, this isn’t going to be a one-time thing… I probably should have told you that but too late now. No turning back.” He slips the bulbous head past her folds, feeling the tightness. “Relax, baby…”

Ran didn’t know if she like those endearing names, but he didn’t just say it to anyone.

He kept his eyes on her, this was about her. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenching down on her lower lip. He was about to stop pushing, not even making past the entrance of her divine walls when she widens her legs, pushing her pelvic towards him.

Ran falls onto one elbow the moment the tip of his cock came in contact with her soft warm walls. He was going to nut into the condom any second now before he could even fit his whole cock in.

“More,” she whispers, “more, Ran.”

He sheaths his full length inside of her until he could go no further. Her chest arches off the bed and he takes this moment to allow her to adjust.

There’s many thing Ran takes pride in, one of them is the size of his cock. He knows he’s big. Large. Top of the line.

And he knew how to use it well too.

He rolls his hips, slowly, and a soft moan escapes from her lips.

Her legs shift alongside his torso, accepting him deeper. “Ran… Ran you feel so good…”

His pace quickens and he drops his weight onto her, caging her in. Caging her beneath him.

Forever, if he had it his way.

Fuck, he wasn’t going to ever have enough.

Y/n cups his face, bringing his mouth to hers in a soft kiss.

His hips pounded into her, lewd skin on skin slapping echo his room with their own noise.

Ran has never had such intimate kind of sex before. It was always a fuck. Just sex.

He sounds crazy, knows he’s crazy… but this was more than just sex.

“Fuck… this is so good… so fucken good…”

Y/n nods her head, moan echoing off her lips. “Ran… I’m so close…”

“Me too baby…” One hand reaches between their bodies, and he rubs her sensitive nub, bringing her to peak. “Cum, Y/n, cum for me baby…”

Her nails dig into his biceps, body shuddering in bliss. “Ran!”

Ran snaps his hips hard twice before stilling, shaking in his own release. He groans her name hotly into her ear, squishing her to the mattress.

Her breath fans his ear and he shudder again when he feels her hands feathering down his back.

Immediately, he lifts his weight off of her so he’s not squishing her. “Sorry…” he shifts himself on to one elbow, running a hand through his hair.

He’s at loss for words.

Usually, he leaves to the bathroom and cleans up, that was usually the cue for the woman to leave.

But he doesn’t want to leave, let alone, he doesn’t want to pull out yet.

Ran blushes at her gaze on him, “I hope… you’re okay.”

Her finger traces the Bonten insignia tattoo on his throat then his tattoo on his shoulder and chest. “It was phenomenal, Ran.”

His heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Ran,” she pulls him back, “I… I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh yes, sorry,” he sits back and then gets distracted at the sight of them connected intimately, as one.

And he feels his cock twitch.

He didn’t want to pull out.

“I promise… I’ll come back.” She assures with a smile.

How was she so perfect.

“Sorry…” he mutters, slowly withdrawing. He groans when he pulls out completely, instantly missing the tightness of her walls.

“Oh,” Y/n whispers, on her elbows.

They were both looking at the mess they made.

A real mess.

The condom… broke… clearly teared as the tip of his cock was exposed.

His eyes shift to her wet pussy and he swallow the lump in his throat at the sight of his cum oozing out.

Internally, he is panicking. Not because he just came inside of her, but how is she going to react?

Her laugh shakes him out of his trance, and he stares at her confused.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just get the pill later.” She sits up and wraps a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Would it be so bad if I was to get pregnant though?”

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i cant get that chapter out of my head

fanart of the club scene in chapter 3 from @bxnten ‘s Little Dark Age

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tokyo revengers!!

mikey

draken

baji

chifuyu

kazutora

mitsuya

hakkai

yuzuha

hanma

angry (souya)

smiley (nahoya)

inui (inupi)

koko (kokonoi)

taiju

sanzu

rindou

ran

izana

kakucho

wakasa (waka)

shinichiro

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 "𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐢" 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

- He loves to carry you around to show how strong he is

- He's very protective of you

- You're the only person that can make him flustered

- You and Honey-senpai are best friends

- His family loves you

- He gives you kendo lessons

- He was the first to say "I love you"

- He's a big spoon

- He loves to go on café dates with you

- He does anything to see you smile and laugh

- He loves to hold your hand whenever he can

- He loves to cuddle with you and watch movies

- Whenever you come to his kendo matches, he always waves to you and wins for you

- Piggy-back rides

- He gets a bit flustered when you say how handsome he is

- You call him Takashi

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THEM BEING STEPDADS

characters: baji, mikey, mitsuya, ran, sanzu, shinichiro

content: fem!reader, sorry for errors

part one : part two

BAJI KEISUKE : Baji wonders why you hate bringing him along to get groceries, but you think the reason behind it is quite obvious. "You can't make much noise or they'll run away, okay?" He tells your son, and the little boy nods at the older man while you load everything into your car. When you're finished doing so, you watch as both boys crouch in the middle of the parking lot of the grocery store, a few feet away from a white cat. "Now, take the treat and place it in your palm like this." Baji demonstrates by doing just that, and your child mimics with wide eyes, anticipating what's to come next. "Slowly move closer—but quietly." You imagine them as crabs as they move closer to the poor cat. It was enjoying its night, and now it was being interrupted by two weirdos. Though you think of them as weirdos, as expected of your boyfriend, the cat's fond of him much like any cat he manages to come across. He's like a cat whisperer or something. "See?" He holds the cat against his chest. "Lemme hold him." Your son says hopefully as he reaches for the white feline, but baji stands to his full height and steps back. "It's a girl, and no." "Why?!" You sigh and hop into your car knowing this is going to take a while, hopefully not too long like the last time. You spent an entire hour in the parking lot because of their bickering.

"Because . . ." Baji scans the parking lot as if doing so would magically give him the answer. "You're stupid." Your son tells him. He leaps and grabs the cat from baji's arms, sticking his tongue out when he does it triumphantly. "Why do you always do this?" Baji questions the boy, slapping his arms against his sides like a child not getting what they want. "Because you never let me hold the cats. You always say next time, and next time but then, when the next time comes, you never let me, so I have to do this," Your son lifts the cat slightly in his arms. "To get to hold the cats." This is why you don't like bringing baji along because despite him knowing your son was right, he chooses not to acknowledge that fact. Instead, he engages in a verbal fight with him. You stick your head out of the window and shout, "I'll leave you both here if you don't get in, in the next minute!" They both scowl at you and return to their conflict. You shrug your shoulders and wait for exactly a minute; when you notice they're not making any effort to clear their dispute, you start the car. The roar of the engine has them turning their heads. Without a second thought, you pull out of the parking lot with your adorable son and boyfriend screaming at you to stop. You fall into a laughing fit on your way home. They really thought I was joking. You think.

SANO MANJIRO : Mikey and you have been together for a couple of months, and it's been well, it's been alright. You never expected a man like him, influential, ruthless, emotionless, to be interested in someone like you, pregnant. At the time of your meeting you were only three months along, and he wasn't phased in the slightest. If anything, he was more curious to know your story. And in a short time, you both grew a friendship. Instead of your baby's father being there, mikey was present. It hurt when he didn't show, but when the man clad in an oversized black t-shirt and pants came, movements frantic as he busted through your hospital room, it made the sadness that was swelling your heart ease so much. All of the things you heard about mikey were true, you knew that much, but they never gossipped about his sweet side. He visited you almost every day, ensuring you and your son were fine. Not long after, he confessed his feelings, and you've been together ever since.

There's just one thing you've noticed in the past month, he's never held your child. He's played with the little guy, laughed with him, talked with him, and he's even kissed his round chubby cheeks, but he's never held your baby. You can't help but wonder, why? "Yn? Are you still in bed?" Mikey questioned you from the hallway of his penthouse. Walking into his room, he sees you playing with your son. You both look so tiny in his ginormous bed. "There's not much for me to do today—there's nothing at all actually, so I came back." You smile at that. "Great, I need to pump more milk for him." You kiss the man on his cheek on your way out, and mikey looks to his bed to see your baby already looking at him. Because of the eye contact, a gummed smile takes over his little face, and mikey flashes a smile back while joining him on the bed. When the chubby baby begins to crawl onto him, he says, "What are you going to do? I don't have big tits with milk in them like your mom, so you should call her if that's what you're coming for." Your son chooses to stare at him with his big eyes and then starts chewing on his chin. "Okay," Mikey manages to say, "Let's go get you a bottle."

You're just finishing one bottle and moving on to do another when your boys walk into the kitchen. As expected, your son's fist is in his mouth, what's not so expected is mikey holding him. "You're-" "Are there any more bottles in the fridge? He's hungry." Mikey asks you as he opens the fridge, scanning for a baby bottle. "You're holding him?" You ask, but it comes out as a squeak making you grimace, and they both look at you simultaneously. "Yeah? You don't want me to?" He shifts your son from one arm to the other. "No, no, it's just you never hold him." Mikey's mouth forms a small o at your words. "He was really tiny back then. I felt like I would've broken him or dropped him, but now he has some weight to him because of all that milk he drinks." The usually calm and collected leader tickles the thighs of your baby, making him giggle. "And, I wasn't ready just yet, I haven't held a baby in a long time." He shrugs and takes the bottle you just finished filling a moment ago. You watch from the counter as mikey fed your baby, cooing at him as he did so.

MITSUYA TAKASHI : "Are you and mom trying to scare me?" Mitsuya chuckles at the girl almost identical to you. "It's just a surprise. It's something you've wanted since you were little." Her head tilts behind mitsuya's hands that cover her eyes. "Since I was little? Is it some kid toy? I'm almost eighteen, I'm graduating next week, and you decide to get me a toy tsu-tsu?" Mitsuya let out an almost unheard tch, but she was too close to not hear him. "I told you stop calling me that, and no, it's not a toy." She giggles. He complains about the nickname she gave him when she was a babbling toddler, yet he's never made any serious demands for her to stop. She's been calling him that ever since incoherent sentences would fumble and tumble past her lips. She never learned to say mitsuya or takashi until she was four, and even then, her pronunciation was a bit off. So in the meantime, she called him su-su. And it stuck, with a slight change from su-su to tsu-tsu instead. "Okay, here you go." The darkness caused by mitsuya's hands fades as he moves them to his pockets. When she opened her eyes she expected . . . she can't say the exact item she expected but she did expect something, anything, not a white sheet. "Is this a Halloween costume or something tsu-tsu? Mom?" She looks back and forth between you two.

You can't contain your excitement as you ask, "Can I pull it off?" With a nod from your husband, you pull the white sheet up and off the mannequin to display your daughter's surprise. The squeal that leaves her has mitsuya's lips quirk into a genuine smile. "Is this the dress I drew when I was eight?!" Mitsuya is a bit worried to see how she will react. Will she like it, or will she not like it? It's been the question plaguing his mind ever since he began making it. With a shaky breath, he says, "Yeah. I did a few tweaks here and there, but it still looks the same as the drawing, right?" He doesn't get a response from the girl, but he notices her hands moving across her cheeks. He looks at you for help, and you motion to her. His steps are cautious as he walks to stand in front of her and he wasn't expecting her to be crying. The sight alone has him fighting back his own tears. "Come here." He tells her and opens his arms for her to walk into. She's smaller than mitsuya, so he dwarfs her in size. Her arms go around his back with tiny hands that clutch his leather jacket. You can't see her, but you can clearly hear her sobs. "Don't cry. I promised you I'd do this." Mitsuya looks down at her head buried in his chest. "Yeah, but I didn't expect you to actually do it." She manages to say through her sobs. "Of course I would. You're my princess."

RAN HAITANI : After spending the entire day with your daughter and ran for her birthday, you're exhausted. You know that ran is capable of many things. Still, simply because you know that doesn't mean you won't be surprised when he manages to rent out an entire park to set up bouncy houses, balloon artists, a cake with your daughter's name on it, tables filled with all the treats a six-year-old would love and other activities, in only two hours. Is he a wizard? Maybe he is a wizard, or maybe the saying is true, money does talk. But before you can stray any further to more ridiculous ideas, ran's footsteps stop your train of thought. "Is she sleeping?" You ask, and he kisses the crown of your head before sitting next to you. "Yep." He lays down and pulls you with him, making you squeal. "Are you trying to wake her up already?" Looking up from your place on his chest, you see him grinning down at you. "No, but you surprised me. And you didn't have to do all of that today —I'm grateful you did, I've never seen her smile that bright before. But really, you didn't have to. I'll try to pay you back—"

Ran moves his hands from around your waist to your cheeks, and as he thought it would, you looked at him. "I see that look in your eye." "Look? What look?" "The look where you're all like, I don't want you thinking I'm a golddigger." You slapped his chest and whined his name, making a chuckle slip past his lips. "When she said you were only going to buy a cake and watch her favourite movie after school on her birthday, I wanted to do something bigger for her with my money. You don't have to pay me back. It's what she deserves." He shrugs as if spending probably thousands of dollars were no big deal. "And you need to stop telling me you'll pay me back. I will never take money from you. Whatever I buy for the two of you is because I feel happy doing that, okay?" You hum, not wanting to speak with how embarrassed you feel now. Why did you even say that? Scorning yourself seems to be the only answer to your own question. "Don't hum at me. Tell me that you understand." He taunts, and his familiar smirk spreads across his lips. "Okay. I understand."

SANZU HARUCHIYO : "Are you sure you can do this haru?" The pinkette sighs, probably for the tenth time that morning, and it's only eight thirty. "It's just a bunch of six year olds and their parents, it's not a big deal, right pinky?" Sanzu nudges your daughter while he holds her tiny hand. "Yeah, haru's gonna be the best parent there. Sara likes to brag about her dad being a cop. Wait till she hears sanzu has a sword." She beams at you. "You told her about that?" You ask him, wide eyed. "He showed me a picture on his phone. He said that when we go to his place again, he can show me how to use it if you give me permission. Can he, can he? Please, pleasseee?" Your shoulders slump. You can't handle these two sometimes. "We'll talk about this more when you get home. For now, you both need to get inside." Sanzu checks the time on his watch and confirms. "I'll see you two later." You tell them, and they bid you farewell in their own ways. Your daughter with a hug to your legs, and sanzu with a kiss to your lips.

"So," Sanzu couldn't help but ask, " Why did you ask me to come to this thing pinky?" She shrugs her shoulders while she guides him to her classroom. "Because you're cool." He doesn't get the opportunity to ask her to elaborate because they enter what he suspects is her classroom from all of the tiny tables and chairs, the drawing on the walls and numerous childlike activities littered across the room. "Good morning." She tells everyone and nudges sanzu to do so as well. "Good morning." There are more people than he initially suspected. "Hello, you two. Since you've just arrived, how about you start us off on our parent's day." The teacher no doubt said. Sanzu doesn't understand what's going on completely as he's dragged to a kid's seat at the front of the class, but he does make out the curious looks on everyone's faces, some astonished as he strides across the room. He's sure it's because of the obvious marks on his face. "Hello everyone." The little girl sanzu has come to adore waves her tiny hands at the audience, and some wave back at her. "This is my mommy's boyfriend, and he works in business—"

"What kind of business?" A little girl asks, and sanzu notices the tick in your daughter's jaw. "Really cool business, sara." Oh, this is sara. "Anyway, his name is sanzu, but I call him legs sometimes because he's really tall, and my mom calls him . . . she calls him a lot of things, like love, honey, baby, and bad words I'm not supposed to say." She earns a few chuckles from the adults along with sanzu's. "He's really cool. He has a sword, like an actual one." She beams, and there are numerous ous and ahs from the children, even some adults. "And he also has these scars right here," She touches them softly and shows everyone. "They're shaped like diamonds and really cool too. He also likes to match clothes with mommy and me sometimes. Right now we match. He's wearing a pink suit, and I'm wearing a pink dress he bought for me." She holds out her hand for sanzu to take, and when he does so, she twirls, showcasing the dress sanzu bought for her. "See?" The rest of her time was spent bragging about sanzu. He didn't even get the chance to say anything about himself—not like he needed to, she practically said everything there was to know, from his favourite colour to the colour of his underwear.

SANO SHINICHIRO : "Can you tuck me in shinichiro?" The question has both you and your boyfriend stunned. In the three years you and the eldest sano have been together, your son has never asked him to do anything, save for the one time shin kept teasing him when you went to the mini-mart near your apartment. Shinichiro kept picking up two bags of chips, one that was your son's favourite and another he couldn't care for. He pretended to be torn between the two, and as he set your son's favourite back on the shelf, placing the other in the basket reserved for the items to be bought, your son asked, 'Can we get the other one shin?' You only looked on at your boyfriend's shenanigans. Your son's eyes would go wide every time shin picked up his favourite, and a pout would take over when shin picked up the other. It's no secret why shinichiro did that; he's expressed his concern many times. He thinks your son hates him. That's why you're both surprised at the sudden request, more so shin than you. You turn to look at shinichiro from your seat on the couch, waiting for his answer. "Y-yeah, yeah, of course. Let's go to your room little man." He wipes his hands down his pants. When did they start getting sweaty? He wonders as he follows behind your son.

It wasn't a hassle tucking your child in; he's seen you do it too many times to count, even if he were to use his toes. What was the problem was his nerves. He sat fidgeting next to your son's comfortable body, continuously wiping his hands down the thigh of his black sweats. "Can I ask you something?" The sudden question makes the older man jolt, and on instinct, your son begins apologising profusely. "It's okay. I didn't think you were going to say anything. What were you going to say?" Shinichiro faces the little boy that captured his heart just as quickly as you did. "C-can I call you dad?" The air around him and the air in his lungs seize instantly. If he's being completely honest with the world, he's wanted this for a year now. Call it one of the many dreams he has, your son, calling him dad. However, this dream faded when he thought he hated him, so his goal was to work his way up the eight year old's list before the word reserved for a parental figure could even be uttered by the boy. It seems he had the boy thought out all wrong. "It's okay if you don't want me to." The boy with identical eyes to yours rushed out.

"I just thought since you've been with us for so long, and I kinda see you as my dad—I thought I should ask first, but like I said before, it's okay if you're not okay with that. I'll keep calling you-" Larger arms encasing him in a warm hug stop his rambling. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to call me that." "Really?" Your son beams. Shinichiro has never seen the boy this happy. Only with you was that smile present, and it warns his heart knowing he was the cause of it. "Yeah, of course." They don't know how many minutes have passed embracing each other, but neither can bring themselves to care. They both had dreams that came true that day. How can they? "I should leave you to get some sleep. Goodnight." Shinichiro stands and walks to the door, flashing his son a small smile in the process. "Goodnight dad." You hear the click of the door, and your head falls in that direction. "How did it—Shin? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The man who's been trying to act cool to impress your son—just as he did with you when you first met, falls to his knees with his head in his hands. "He asked me if he could call me dad. How could I not cry?"

I have a part 2 with some other characters coming but I hope whoever reads enjoyed.

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liwen-san · 2 years

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grocery shopping with them

♯ ran, rindou, sanzu

ran haitani

shopping with ran is actually more simple than it seems. the idea of ran being seemingly disinterested in everything is true to a certain degree. it’s likely he won’t give his entire undivided attention but i can assure that if you ask him a question he’ll answer or it’ll be along the lines of, “i don’t care… get whatever you want.”

he doesn’t even mean it in terms of not wanting to be there, he truly feels at home with whatever you want at the house. what’s yours is his and what’s his is yours. that’s all there is to it for him and nothing more.

ran will happily do all the work of pushing the cart, agreeing to any item you ask for, paying for the entire bill and placing all the bags back into the car. he may look tired and you definitely question him about it, slightly guilty about him doing handy work but he pushes your hands away every time you urge to grab a bag or two.

but PLEASE, when you guys get home don’t be fooled thinking he’ll also store everything away… he leaves EVERYTHING to you 😭.

the second that man gets home he is DRAINED. surely he deserves a reward for all the work he’s done. all he wants to do is lay back down and sleep in with you for the rest of the day so before he leaves you alone in the kitchen he’ll tap your ass and warn you to hurry up and get to bed.

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liwen-san · 2 years

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I made a Hanma Shuji inspired spotify playlist if anyone's interested} Link

It's got some trigger worthy lyrics/themes but he is a bit batshit crazy person.

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liwen-san · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 oral fixation - ran haitani x f!reader

note from nis: happy birthday to the man that got me into tr (naoto you’re the first but it’s ran’s bday today :<<) ran turns 35 omg hsjsjs anyway here’s a hot dilf ran haitani with an oral fixation!

cw: dilf!ran + oral fixation + somnophilia + cunnilingus (f!receiving) + slight lactation kink

ever since you had his babies five years ago, ran always finds himself nestles in the valley of your breasts. you always wear a tank top when you go to sleep and at the most random time of the nights, you will find your husband, ran, latches his tongue on your nipples.

he likes it, he says. ran always massages your soft flesh and sucks on your nipples. the tip of his tongue twirls around the perky buds, teasing you and the arousal that pools in your underwear in an instant.

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liwen-san · 2 years

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requested: Blue Date

Sum: You have set multiple blind dates for Mitsuya Takashi, your boss, the famous fashion designer, while all this time bottling your own feelings, but he had enough of all this useless dates if he actually has someone he likes.

pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x studio assistant! reader

tw: fluff | wc: 1.4k

a/n: Based on this swallowed Ask, I don't understand this app sometimes, how can they send in a number of Asks but it's not there? Hmm, anyways, this is a Mitsuya Takashi request, from back then, when requests were still open. currently it's closed, but when I have more time, I shall re-open. Thanks anon, I hope you like it, and again, sorry for all the delays.

unknown: I’ll wait at Mitsui Garden Hotel Roppongi, 7pm.

“Oh God please, not this again.” Mitsuya Takashi sighed and he quickly put his phone away. Another notification came in and he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yn! Come in here, right now!”

It has been 2 years since you became Mitsuya Takashi’s studio assistant, although you are an aspiring designer yourself. During the day, you would be learning as much as you can while assisting Mitsuya with his collection and by night, you put good use of those knowledge and skills into perfecting your own craft, with big dreams of a launch one day, just like Mitsuya-kun.

He’s your age, 28, but he is so much more successful, you look up to him, and he’s more than your idol or role model, he is your ultimate goal. You had a deep crush on him, but you know that he is totally out of your league, unlike some of your friends who are models and lining up to get a chance to wear his pieces in his new collection launch.

“I’m here. Need anything?” You peek inside before going in, not because you’re shy but because you’re afraid he’d yell at you again for setting him up with yet another blind date with one of your many friends who had set their eyes on him ever since you introduced your boss. This is one of the many reasons you kept your feelings hidden, for the past 2 years and played along with whatever your friends requests are.

“Why am I only seeing half of your face? Don’t try to run away, explain this now!” You pout as you enter the studio where you can see him sitting behind his desk, arms crossed in front of him, looking very tense and you can see all his sketches messy on the desk, you can’t help but feel a little guilty for being one of his stress factors, so you decide to tease and banter with him.

“Mitsuya-kun, you’re scary right now, so, how can i enter calmly,” you speak in a pout, and you saunter around in the studio evading his deadly stares, and when you finally stand by the large ceiling to floor window looking out at the blue sky you added “ahh, what a nice day it is today, if only it can brightens someone’s mood a little bit more, like going out for a date.” you muttered your last words. “What a waste, right Mitsuya-kun?” you turn to look at him as you expected him to still be sitting sulking in his chair but you did not expect him to be standing right behind you.

“W-When did you–” your face flushed at the sudden proximity and you were surprised by his stealth.

“Yn-chan…what are you doing?” He uses his low voice muttering your name as he glared at you. He closes in again, and you move backwards but your back is met with the window behind you and nervously you bite your lower lip.

“W-What do you mean, Mitsuya-kun, you’re being too close right now.”

“I asked you a question, what are you doing?” His soft lilac hair enhanced his boyish and handsome face, paired with his captivating lavender eyes gazing into yours makes your heart pound loudly and his breathy low voice is not making anything better at all.

“Y-you call me in?” you know what you did wrong but you’re playing dumb about it because this position that you’re in right now is extremely awkward. He sighed and closed his eyes, but he didnt move an inch, still extremely close and you can see his pretty long lashes that not even you as a girl could flaunt without your Kiss Me Long and Curl mascara. He opens his eyes and this time with a softer look, as if he is trying hard to muster his patience with you, he gently phrased his question to you again.

“Why are you setting me up again and when I ask, you come in here, talking about the weather. Yn, care to explain?” Oh yes, he speaks softer and gentler this time, but he also moves closer and now he is caging you in your place with his hands and you can smell his sweet cologne wafting in the air and his face is just inches away from you.

“Oh! that.” He rolled his eyes, okay, you playing dumb is a total bluff and he already caught on, so you bit your lower lip, earning a soft groan from him as he briefly closes his eyes again and clears his throat, before opening them once more to seek answer from you again. “This friend of mine, she really likes you. So, she asked for your number and I gave it to her.”

You seek for mercy through your eyes, blinking a few times, chewing on your lower lip again nervously, at which he murmured, “Don’t. Don’t do that.”

He leans in closer to you, forehead and nose almost touching each other, as he still kept his eyes locked onto yours.

“Now, answer my questions but don't say a word, just nod or shake your head, got it?” You blinked a few times and nodded once.

“Yn, why do you like to do this? Do you enjoy it?” You shook your head in denial.

“Must be nice to have that many friends, huh?” You nodded.

“Do you enjoy torturing me?” You frowned, but you shook your head, left and right swiftly.

“Good, now you wont lie to me right?” You nodded.

“I always treat you nicely, right? You paused, thinking briefly, and then you nodded. tch, this girl

“Am I a good boss, I paid you well, I trained you and I even made you a skirt?” You nodded again and again and again.

“Am I a good friend?” You nodded continuously, over and over again, smiling genuinely.

“This friend of yours, is it actually you?” You kept nodding until you registered the question in your brain and the smile drawn on your lips disappeared, erased by your panic state at his satisfied smirk.

“Huh??!! No,no,no,no,no,no!”

Mitsuya Takashi is a menace sometimes, he grins at you wolfishly, satisfied with his ministrations. “No, No it’s not me. It’s my friend!” You shook your head in desperation, denying your agreement to his misleading question.

As you frantically try your best to deny his accusations, he turns around to calm himself, taking a deep breath, as he knows what he’ll do next will change everything between the two of you, professionally and romantically.

“Mitsuya-kun! That is unfair, you can’t do that to me–”

Mitsuya grabs your hand, pulls you into his embrace and crashes his lips on yours, kissing you as gently as he could before he pulls back because he kisses you without knowing how you actually feel for him.

Seeking disdain in your eyes for the way he patronise you, but none of those as he feared appeared in your expression, he composed himself again and asked.

“Is it unfair, if I kiss you like this too?” You could only blink and blink again, lips parted and try to form a sentence but you can’t, your heart is beating fast and loud enough for him to hear it, and you are still puzzled by his actions. Bottled feelings, rose up to the brim, waiting to be spilt and consumed by desire.

He waited long enough for you to respond to him, but he gets frustrated with your frozen state, because he knows, no matter how many times he leaves a clue for you that he’s interested, you could never figure it out. You’re too slow and to blind to see that he fell for you a long time ago and yet sometimes, he questions how you are mischievous enough to set blind dates for him.

“Okay, let’s do this again. Just nod or shake your head and answer my questions.”

“Did you know that I like you all this time?” You gasp and shake your head softly.

“I’m sorry I just kissed you like that, do you even like me back?” Gently, you bite your lower lip and you nodded once, twice and as you found the slightest courage to speak, he placed his thumb on your lower lip to stop you, the same lower lip that you like to bite and chew when you’re focused or nervous.

“Everytime, you bite and chew this part, I go crazy. If you like me back, can I kiss you again?” Tracing soft, gentle circles on your lips, patiently and eagerly waiting for your answer, he could feel your lips, curved into a smile, eyes glistening and you finally nodded giving him the permission he longed for, for 2 full years.

He leans in and kisses you, velvety and delicately, you can feel his smiles in between his kisses, as he presses in and traces your lower lips with his tongue, seeking more permission to enter, and you finally let him in.

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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ lamb to the slaughter

pairing: Shinigami Hanma x Fem! Reader

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, Dark Content, monster fucking, hanma has devilish features (fangs, long tongue, horns), mentions of death, character death (not y/n), blood, technically dubcon cause y/n is under the influence but y/n is into it, mentions of collaring, humiliation and heavy degradation (skank, slut, whore, bitch), exhibitionism, biting, blood play, spit play, rough sex, choking, objectification, squirting, fucking to the point of passing out.

note: This piece was written for @semisgroupie heaven and hell collab and it is hella late I am so sorry-- it was also heavily inspired by the TR theory that Hanma may or may not be a shinigami. I won't say much more than that cause it involved heavy TR spoilers but it's one of my favourite theories and @t-roki has an excellent PowerPoint on it if you ever need some proof LMFAO. I've never really written anything like this, like this aggressive, so I hope I did a good job! As always, feedback, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated <3

A shinigami's purpose was simple. Bring death onto humans who seemed to be asking for it. There was usually a rhyme or reason as to why a Shinigami was hunting a specific human. Maybe they made a deal with the devil they couldn’t quite meet. Maybe they were playing with fire and didn’t understand that it would bring unwanted attention. Maybe it was simply just their time, leaving one of the many undertakers to finish the job for those stubborn humans who had a date with death.

There were rules to follow, and laws set in place. Even the darkest beings known to man followed principles so things could run smoothly.

All of them but Shuji Hanma.

Chaos. All he wanted was chaos, always. It pumped through his body and seemed to flood through each vein and nerve of the humanoid form he was given when coming to earth. Hanma didn’t follow any strict path. Didn’t seek out specific humans who needed to go. No, he sought out chaos.

A group of teens fighting fist to fist? He found himself in the middle of it, encouraging one to pull the knife that sat in his pocket while breaking the jaw of another with his fist. A man with a revengeful plan? Hanma found himself befriending him, playing the role of “the devil on his shoulder” while leading him down the path of utter destruction.

Hanma didn’t like following the rules, he sought out chaos, and needed to feel the rush of adrenaline that came along with the absolute fear that flashed on people’s faces right before he ended their sad lives. He needed that thrill, needed to hear the screams of the damned and feel their blood splatter across his cheeks as he delivered the final blow.

Everything else just seemed incredibly and utterly boring.

Smearing his bruised knuckle over his busted lip to pick up crusted blood, Hanma’s eyes were still dilated as he stared at the body he had just crumpled in the alleyway. This kill was a bit sloppier than usual, some asshole in the wrong place at the wrong time. The shinigami found himself more irritable today than usual, and this man just so happened to bump his freshly lit cigarette right from his tattooed hand. He didn’t even have a chance to apologize before Hanma had him by the throat.

And yet despite the fresh metallic taste of blood that now lingered on his tongue Hanma still wasn’t fulfilled. There was still this pit forming in his chest, leaving him empty, hungry for something more. His desire for chaos sometimes took longer to fulfil, only something really horrific enough to fill that void–

But sometimes the answer was something much simpler. Sometimes all Shuji needed was a nice, warm hole to unload his desire’s into. That became painfully clear to him when he stumbled from the alleyway, leaning against the dingy brick walls and catching a glimpse of you through the window of the bar across the street.

Although the tacky lights reflected off the glass, blurring out your eyes Hanma saw everything he needed to as you leaned against the bar. Pretty body, heeled foot gently swaying before the tip of your toe tapped the ground, the way the tip of your finger circled the rim of your glass, collecting what Hanma assumed was sugar before you pressed the sweet substance between your glossed lips.

Oh, yea, this was a hunger Hanma was sure that only you could fill.

He fixed himself up, to the best of his ability that is, using the handkerchief in his pocket to wipe away crusted blood from his knuckles before running his hands between his unruly gold and black locks. Although he despised shitty bar lights he was grateful for them now, so the blood that stained his clothes wasn’t as noticeable as he approached you.

He licked his lips when he stood over a head taller than you, his spine chilling with excitement as he leaned down beside you. It was cute that you were so unaware of the monster that loomed over you, his overwhelming presence enough to make some people flee the counter. He only caught your attention when his elbow brushed your own, your eyes lazily travelling up to meet his gaze.

Glassy, wide and innocent, lonely, curious.

Just Hanma’s type.

“Your glasses are broken.” You stated simply, voice laced with a soft hiccup. Hanma licked his canines with an amused huff, pulling the familiar gold frames from his face to check the damage. He was so caught up in you, how your lipstick was a bit smeared and how your hand tensed up around your glass to notice that the bridge of his glasses was indeed broken.

“Good thing I already got a good look at you~” He finally spoke, holding back yet another amused look when his voice alone had your eyes widening a bit, back straightening so you could lean in closer to him. “Can I buy you another drink?” He asked as he rested his chin on his palm, so his face could be only inches from yours. You gave him a meek little nod, his eyes staying glued to yours as he called the bartender over with a simple flick of his wrist.

“Are you here alone?”

“Mhm, wanted to have a little fun.”

That made the corner of his lips twitch “Do you usually have fun alone?”

“No, but the people I usually run into make it fun. Will you?”

Yea, you would fulfil his desires just fine, especially with the way your lashes batted at him, how your fingertips left your glass just to playfully brush over his arm.

“I sure as hell will.”

“What’s your name?”

“Just call me Shuji.”

You were basically asking for it.

It took about ten minutes tops for him to get you to down your last drink, having you leaning up against him nice and pretty before he easily led you out of the bar. He said he was ‘bringing you back to his place’, but the two of you made it as far as that same alleyway with the dead body until Hanma had you pinned against the brick wall.

The two of you had kissed the whole way out, your pretty fingernails clawing away at his black button-up, pulling it free from the confines of the belt it was tucked into. Your teeth were sinking into his bottom lip when he finally grabbed you by the throat and pressed you into the brick, lips turning into a grin when you whined so needily, nails seeming to cling onto him tighter.

“Pretty desperate for a taste of the devil.” He muttered it under his breath, his hand tightening up around your throat so he could watch the subtle panic start to swim in your gaze.

This was routine for him. Once he had his victims secluded, in a corner, so eager to submit themselves despite the clear safety risk, he revealed his intentions, fangs springing free and nails growing sharper, black at the ends.

It was usually when his horns pierced through the flesh of his forehead that people truly started to tremble, their pulse growing fast and skin growing cold right under his claws.

But as he stared down at you, pointed tongue licking a protruding fang and a droplet of blood rolling down his temple due to the newly exposed horn, you didn’t scream. You didn’t run, you didn’t thrash, didn’t cry.

You just continued to stare with those pretty wide eyes, swimming in a hazy gloss. If anything the dim lighting gave way to the curiosity that now pooled over, your fingers making their way to his wrist, the pad of your pretty ring finger seeming to trace over the ‘sin” insignia there.

“Are you a monster?” You asked, not a single shake or tremor in your tone. It remained soft, slurred even.

It made his cock twitch, eyes narrowing a bit before an amused little laugh bubbled between his lips.

“Did you not hear me, skank? I’m The Devil.”

And that he was, a devil disguised in human flesh, a devil designed to feed off the endless chaos that came from human idiocy, and a devil who needed to sometimes blow a load in the prettiest thing he could get his hands on.

One of his nails snagged under the hem of your dress, and with a quick flick of his wrist, the flimsy material ripped with ease. Your thighs and tummy were exposed, goosebumps rising along your bikini line as his nails traced the lace that lined your panties, focusing on the little bow that sat above your covered pussy.

“Are you scared?” His voice was in a hum, hand tightening up around your throat so your lashes would flutter, so those fat tears in your lashes would finally fall.

He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or pissed when you shook your head no, lower lip becoming tucked between your teeth as your back arched a bit, hips pressing into his teasing touch just enough that his nails pierced the fabric of your panties. He made sure to swipe downwards when he ripped the garment off, enjoying the precious sound of your yelp when his nail grazed your clit.

You would be scared, he was sure of it.

“Cute pussy.” He murmured, keeping a hand firmly planted on your neck as he bent down, and got eye to eye with your cunt. Despite the darkness, he could see how your body reacted to his closeness, how your lower lips were already covered in a layer of arousal, how they fluttered when his hot breath fanned over the little patch of hair you had. His pointed tongue slithered free and ran past your folds, pleased with how your clit was already pulsing with excitement.

“Please…” You whimpered, and when Hanma looked back up at you he was excited to finally see the panic flash over your gaze, the cold sweat you’d develop once you realize you’re about to be used by a monster.

But instead, he was met with desperation, the plea being nothing but genuine as your hips pushed up and off the wall, closer to his face as if beckoning him.

“P-Please, Shuji~”

“Damn, you’re a crazy whore, aren’t ya…” He merely chuckled, standing back up at full height. Curiosity got the better of him and he released the hold on your neck. Maybe this was all some sort of act. You were bound to run, and that would make this fun. A little chase always made these interactions so much more entertaining.

But you didn’t run, in fact as soon as he released your neck you just let out a breath little mewl, lashes lowered as you pushed your tiny frame up against his. He was even more stunned when your fingers began to fiddle with his belt, heavy muscles struggling to undo the thick golden buckle.

“Fuck me.” You said it through a pout, eyes lifting to his horns before back to his piercing gaze.

Hanma was no incubus, he didn’t have the ability to seduce unsuspecting female humans and fuck them until death. He was used to the fight, the fear. Used to taking, forcing submission.

And yet here you were, lips slicked with drool as you finally freed his cock, stared at it with glossed over eyes like it was the most delicious thing you’ve ever seen.

“I think I’m gonna keep you.” Hanma decided, impatience running its course as his right mind snapped back into him. Your little hands were swatted away as he took hold of the fat of your thighs, uncaring that his nails broke the flesh when he hiked up your leg uncomfortably high. You were basically balancing on your tiptoes as he swiped his cockhead through your dampened lips, a dangerously low groan escaping him when you continued to plead in babbles, practically crying for him to put it in. “Keep ya as my cute lil human pet. A sweet fuck toy. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya bitch?”

You would have agreed, but his cock silenced you, all the air leaving your chest in a gasp when he pushed all the way in with one thrust. His hips were flushed against yours, his cat-like eyes dilating at the way your head swung back, at how your lips hung open in a silent scream and how your little fingers dug harshly into his shoulder blades.

That's a pretty face he’d never get tired of seeing.

“Yeaaaaa, m’gunna leash ya up real quick.” He snickered, his lips smothering yours as he started with a ruthless pace. Hanma didn’t know gentle, his hips slapped against yours, cock head bruising up against your sweet cervix and fucking your walls raw. Your little pussy was bubbling at the speed, walls throbbing in a painfully pleasurable way as you cried into his mouth. His tongue slithered down into your throat, claiming every inch of you as his cock showed no mercy, heavy balls slapping against you almost as harshly as his thrusts. You gagged, tears spilling from your eyes when he slowly pulled away.

Strings of drool connected the two of you, and if you weren’t so dumbed out by his cock you would have licked up the strands before they snapped back against your chin, making your face even messier than it already was. He grinned, before latching his lips around your pulse point. You let out a shaky sob as his teeth sunk into you, piercing the flesh so he could finally have a taste of your sweet, sweet blood.

He didn’t let a drop go to waste, going as far as to give the wound a harsh suck before popping off the fresh bite with an obnoxious smack of his lips. There, his mark, teeth indents glistening in spit. His mark to prove you were now his. To use as he pleased, to fuck how he pleased.

Wasn’t that just so thrilling to him?

When your pussy started to flutter around him, your moans getting stuck behind hiccups Hanma hummed in amusement, sin hand gripping your jaw to hold your fucked out face closer to his. Not that you could make eye contact, your eyes were rolled back into your skull, head empty except for the full feeling his cock was able to bring each time it threatened to break past your limits. “Needa cum, my pretty little pet? Gunna cum from being fucked like a slut?”

He takes your groan as a yes, and also takes it as an opportunity to push your cheeks closer together with his hand. He spits directly into your open mouth, some of the drool splatting onto the corner of your lip. He laughs when your pussy flutters again, amusement making his own cock twitch.

Although his pleasure is always top priority, Hanma wants to know how it feels when you break apart on his cock, deciding that that’ll be the deciding factor whether he’ll actually keep you, or slit your throat as soon as this is over. So his hand slithers its way down your body, down towards your clit. You’re so responsive to him, body arched and eyes finally coming to him as soon as his fingertips add just a pinch of pressure to your clit. “O-Oh–! Shuji!” You sob, legs threatening to give out had it not been for his hold on you.

“Fuuuuck–” Hanma moans in response, pleasantly pleased with how you milk his cock tighter with each stroke to your clit. He switches between tapping the sweet bud to rubbing tight circles into it, the actions having you fall apart quickly as you shudder, the bricks behind you certainly leaving your shoulders scratched and bruised from all the thrashing.

“C’mon pet, cum f’me, milk my fuckin cock like a good little bitch.” He’s gritting the words out himself, not used to losing this much of his own self-control from something as simple as human pussy. But you were just so addictive, the feeling of your velvet walls squeezing almost as pleasurable as the looks he always saw before taking someone's last breath.

It was the slap he left on your clit that finally made you unravel, the high-pitched whine you release before your whole body tensed making Hanma’s eye widen. Your arousal is nothing but sloppy as it soaks Hanma’s abdomen, just adding to the blood that already stained his clothes earlier. He’s laughing again, loudly this time as he shoves his sullen fingers into your open mouth, watching with utter glee as you suck off your own filth from his flesh as a real dog should.

“That’s a good pet~♡” He speaks between laughter, allowing himself to continue with rough, messy thrusts so he can fill up. His cum is hot and thick when it finally bursts from him, leaving a pretty little bulge in your tummy that makes him lick his lips. He didn’t even notice you had passed out until he slowly started to slip out of you, watching you go limp and almost hit the dirty pavement. You’re easy to carry, trembles still racking your body as you cling to him even in this state of unconsciousness. He lets his fingers fiddle with your pussy a bit longer, eyes unable to tear away from your raw little cunt, how perfect it looks leaking his seed.

“Round two when you wake up, pet~” He hums before the shinigami vanishes from the alleyway, his new toy held securely in his arms.

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Can I please request timeskip Hanma having a video meeting call with Kisaki and other gang members and gets interrupted by his kids and all the chaos going in the background of his home? Like one kid is trying to get on his lap, the cookies his wife was making caught fire and the alarm went on, the baby started crying, the other kids started fighting on the floor over a toy screaming, etc. The rest of the guys are shocked that he's married with kids and that he's just used and likes the chaos in a way. It's not boring because there's always some new shenanigans in the Hanma household. Sorry if not makes sense, English isn't my first language. Thank you very much

yo this is my new favorite thing i’ve ever written istg 😭 i put so much effort into this that i even gave the kids names 🤣

“you sure you can do it all alone?” you asked not too sure if hanma could take care of the household all alone while having a meeting. “yes, now go have fun and stop worrying” hanma pecked your lips and pushed you out of the door.

putting his hands on his hips and looking around, the cookies in the oven are on a low temperature, the baby is sleeping, his other younger kid is watching the tv. it didn’t matter to her if it had volume or not, the colorful screen was enough for her and last time hanma checked the twins were upstairs coloring the coloring book.

now that everything was fine, hanma took a seat on one of the bar stools and placed his laptop on the counter. looking around and listening to the perfect silence one more time, hanma smiled before clicking the button “join.”

so far it had been around ten minutes and the meeting was going fine.

“daaaaad, mio is going to hit me” mia dragged the word “dad” while running to the couch and jumping on it “mio don’t hit your sister” hanma warned his son, but the little boy didn’t listen instead he was going for the car that was in his sister’s hand.

hanma got up to rip the twins off each other, but the two just didn’t let go instead, the screaming became louder and louder.

turning around to check the laptop there was kisaki mouth open and eyes wide with a couple of other members, hanma walked back to the laptop, “i’m not muted am i?” he asked fear starting to take over him when he saw the unmuted button on the screen.

he didn’t tell anyone he was married with four children just for their own safety in case if some wanted to go after them to make hanma suffer.

“oh shit” before hanma could start explaining, his daughter, eimi ran off the couch climbing onto hanma’s lap, scared that maybe her older siblings fall onto her.

hanma tried to act normal, but seeing his twins behind him wrestling and shouting from the camera was enough to wake his youngest child, kai. the new three-month-old baby started crying which made hanma get up and go get him from his crib.

hanma came back, a baby in his arms, scolding the twins and a two-year-old following him like a lost puppy. he once again got comfortable in his seat before his oldest son, mio spoke, “ew what’s that smell.”

hanma felt like cold ice water was poured onto him, “the cookies” hanma sprinted to the oven with a baby in his arms and three other children running after him while the fire alarm went off making the baby cry again which made the little eimi scared and making her cry as well.

at this point, kisaki was having enough for getting interrupted so many times while the other members were dying for laughing so much.

“wow dad, you’re a really bad chef, mom would’ve done better” mio commented as hanma took the burned cookies out of the oven and placed them onto the stove. “do not eat those they taste bad” hanma warned the two kids.

hanma appeared on the camera with a kid that had a tight grip on his leg that he was dragging her with him, a crying baby in his arm, another girl on his shoulder that was making faces at her brother that was jumping up and down and shouting at her to give him the car.

right before hanma was about to shut the laptop the door opened and there came his beautiful wife with grocery bags in her hands. hanma grabbed the laptop, went straight to his wife, giving her the crying baby and showering his daughters face with kisses to the point where she let go of him, hanma gave a tired smile to his wife, before kissing her on the cheek and leaving the house to go to the garage and continue the meeting.

“well that was some kind of show” hanma scratched the back of his head seeing his friends shocked faces.

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TOKYO REVENGERS — CHARACTERS

note: character masterlists are updated.

manjiro sano : mikey

ken ryuguji : draken

keisuke baji

chifuyu matsuno

kazutora hanemiya

takashi mitsuya

shinichiro sano

ran haitani

rindou haitani

haruchiyo akashi : sanzu

takeomi akashi

izana kurokawa

nahoya kawata : smiley

souya kawata : angry

shuji hanma

kakucho hitto

other characters

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can i request a husband hanma and ran (separately) x reader where their child got kidnapped because the kidnappers had a grudge against them or wanted money (the reason why doesn't really matter, its up to you :) at the end they find them beat the guys up lol and can you add a fluff part? other than that, I'll leave everything to you and feel free to change things.

➟ Rescuing their kid from kidnapper w/ Hanma & Ran

➟ Even though my requests are closed, I’ll be more than happy to whip this up for you 🏃🏻‍♀️please enjoy and thank you for requesting <33 sorry for taking forever 🥲

HANMA

“Missing ?! The fuck do you mean, MISSING ?!” You frantically look at your husband waiting for him to say something. Him not being able to even think how it could happen.

Hanma was shocked. He wasn’t sure how or when. All he knew was that he had to get his men together - no - he was going to find his son. He was going to find him with you along side him. No one else was to be involved.

“Let’s go home. We’ll think of something on the way there” Hanma pushes up his glasses then passes his hand through his hair, feeling like his hair was starting to fall on his face.

“We’ll find him” he whispers bringing you in with an arm over your shoulder. He opens the door of car for you - signaling the other members of the gang to keep looking around the school your son attends.

As you two make your way home- youu make the last turn to getting home when you turn to Hanma with a scheming look. “Once we catch this person…. Can I - you know, torture him ?”

Hanma smiles wickedly behind the wheel. His excitement mixed with adrenaline made him jitter from the need to find out who had taken his son. “Of course, love. Do as you think is right”

Taking sharp turns and speeding down the streets and back roads, you eye up every corner and place, not missing a single spot. Wanting to find a tuff or blonde hair. The little boy thought his father looks cool so when you weren’t home and at work - Hanma himself made sure to bleach his sons hair. The streaks were starting to fade as his hair grew but it was still pretty noticeable.

Hearing the phone ring you turn to Hanma. He answers the phone and his face goes straight. The smirk he had from your previous comment no longer showing.

“Where do you have my kid ?”

“Calm down, I’ll tell you if you come by that one abandoned warehouse you used to do your business at” the caller giggles to himself

Hearing the voice that he till this day remembers, Hanma shakes his head. “Of course it’s you. How could I forget such an ugly voice”.

“Don’t get smart. I have your kid”

Hanma rolls his eyes and hangs up knowing the man wasn’t going to to do anything to your son.

When you both get to the warehouse, there’s you son with a gun pointed to his back. The man smirks seeing your facial expression. He savored the moment of your face of plea. Though Hanma knew the man wouldn’t do anything, you feared for your child.

The man pulls the child closer to him, making the mouth of the gun touch your sons back. The pressure of it making him cry out for you. You try to run for him but of course the man threatens to shoot him at that moment.

Hanma takes a step close. Step after step until he gets to the middle of the space between all of you. You behind him praying to whoever was up there to have your son in your arms alive.

“Let him go. He has nothing to do with any of whatever it is you have against me”

“Oh Shuji,Shuji. Of course he does. He’s your son isn’t he ?” The man smiles at Hanma only for him to pull out his own arm.

“Mmmm mmm mmm” the man shakes his head “think twice. Remember that I have your son” he taunts pressing the gun into your sons back.

Having enough for the man’s cocky attitude, you make a soft movement letting Hanma know that you were going for the attack. The man is taken off guard and lowers his gun. When your son no longer feels the heavy metal feeling against his back, he runs towards his father. He envelopes his son into a tight embrace with a kneel to his height.

“Wanna see your mama beat some ass ?!” He shines to his pride and joy.

“Mm-mm” your son shakes his head ‘no’. Tears threaten to fall as he stay’s clung to his father while you grab the man’s gun and smack him with it. You continue to empty out the arm then punch him repeatedly.

Kisaki was informed of what happened. Hanma’s chauffeur made sure to let him know knowing that a child was involved. Not only that but a rival that could have connections spotted out around the city ready to attack from any inning, at any time.

When Kisaki gets to the welfare house, he watches yoy husband and child walk out. Hanma carrying your son, hiding his face so he wouldn’t see much from what he already did. He looks behind them to see you fixing your hair up. The fly away still rowdy.

You try to clean the sweat from your face only to smear blood on your face from the blood that was now on your hands.

“Did you kill him ?” Kisaki deadpans

“I don’t know. He stopped crying out after I punched him” shrugging you get handed some water and a handkerchief to clean your hands and face.

“It’s that one fucker who we made a deal with. Has a grudge with me cause I scored more in the deal than he did” Hanma answered the question you were contemplating to ask.

“I don’t care anymore. where’s my baby ?” You shove your husband playfully out of the way to get to your son. He hugs you tightly not wanting to let go - as you do the same. Hanma seeing how his life style probably traumatized his son, he was starting to the alternatives of being in a gang. He embraces the both of you. Whispering a ‘sorry’ and kissing your sons temple he finally lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

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RAN

“You wanna kidnap my kid !?” Ran hits the man with his holly stick. When he found out that his daughter was taken, he didn’t sit back and wait for anyone to help him.

Kakucho tried to get him to stay back and wait so he could gather the rest of Bonten but Ran didn’t care for what he had to say.

He’d have to face the consequences when he got home without a child who adored you. He didn’t even want to imagine what you’d do to him if you found out your only child went missing without a trace.

So here he was. Continuously beating the man with no remorse. Ran didn’t know how he got here or how he knew this is where the man who took his child would be. His father instincts kicked in and everything went black for him.

Your daughter peeks from the corner of a wall to see her father. Munchkin turns into the flash when she sees him. She’s quick on her feet to get to him. Bonten arrives but there was nothing to take care of. Or so Ran thought.

In the middle of the group of men was someone who was distressed - at the verge of tears when they saw husband and daughter safe.

“You dumbass !!!” You shout to Ran, grabbing your daughter from him. “Then you ask why she isn’t allowed in Bonten’s hide out”

Looking at how stressed out he also was - you calm down from your rage. How had you found out ? Mikey reached out. Even though he knew Ran could take care of the situation, he needed to let the more ‘capable’ parent know.

Finally calm, you take a breather and hug Ran. Yea, you were mad but at least he got your child back. She came out safe. He came out safe. No injuries. No nothing.

“I’m sorry” Ran chokes out silently. Still in shock from things. When it came to his family, he didn’t know how to react. Especially when it came to his daughter. “It’s okay. Let’s go home. I’ll make your favorite then we can all play video games till she falls asleep”

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I guess you fell in to the wrong hands

Bonten trio x Detective! Reader

༄ Sanzu x reader, Ran x reader, Rindo x reader

One wrong move lands you in the back of Bonten's limousine, at the mercy of the very gangsters you were chasing.

ㅤ— Warnings. AFAB reader, NON.CON to DUB.CON to NON.CON again, noncon creampie, oral (m. & f. Receiving), rough s3x, forced breeding, blindfold, bondage, gun play, throat fvcking, degradation, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cervix kissing, choking, tummy bulge, foursome lmao, praise, facial, mindbreak, mean Sanzu and Rindo :(

ㅤ— WC. 3.8k (I think I got carried away)

ㅤ— minors don't interact. This work contains dark content, please heed all the warnings before proceeding.

ㅤ— Note. This is my first time writing DC lmao. And they've a limousine because I said so.

#tags. @festive @s-zu @manjiken @bbytamaki

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!

To say that the mission had gone wrong would be an understatement because this is the worst possible outcome.

"Cat got your tongue?" A large hand fists your hair and you've to crane your head back to minimise the sting,"C'mon, Detective." The tape around your lips is snatched free, a hiss leaving your now free mouth. As soon as you part your lips, the nozzle of a gun is pressed up cold under your chin

"Scream n' I blow your brains out." The man- Rindo, warns. Your jaw clenched tightly, fists balled up behind your back with Rindo's tie binding your wrists. Your knees ached from kneeling on the floor of what looked to be the back of their limousine.

Rindo harshly claims your lips, pushing away whatever thoughts you were having. His hand cups the back of your head, making you unable to break the kiss. So, you bite down on his lip. Hard. The action has him reeling back with a grunt, red tainting his lips and purple locks swaying.

A gun pokes at your temple,"Ran," The gun eases up but is still present,"It's alright." Wiping away the blood with his thumb, Rindo stares down at you,"I like 'em a bit feisty."

"You're lucky he's in the mood to play." Blue eyes blink up at you, a smirk pulling at the twin scars on his lips,"Or you'd already have a bullet in your head."

The clank of a belt pulls your attention in front. Rindo fists his cock, rubbing the tip on your lips,"No biting." Ran presses his finger on the trigger for assertion. Lips pressed tightly, you refused to give in. His fingers pinched your nose, having your jaw fall in reflex to gather oxygen.

His brother shoved his cock in your mouth with a chuckle. Rindo gasped as he felt how warm your mouth is around him, eyes closing with a content sigh,"Oh Detective, yer' s'good at this." He's bucking his hips into your face and manoeuvering your head to meet his movements simultaneously.

Your eye twitched in indignation, teeth threatening to scrape at his veiny length but the gun his brother held made you drop that plan.

Rindo, meanwhile, is ecstatic. Seeing the funky little detective on her knees in front of him and sucking on his dick just made him throb. You'd been such a difficult one, throwing a good fight, he's got a nasty bruise on his abdomen, just under his ribs to prove that. But fucking your mouth like this is worth it,"Fuck-"

Fingers tighten around your hair when he hits the back of your throat. A choked moan breaks through your occupied mouth, muffled but managing to make Sanzu and Ran's pants tight nonetheless.

"Ngh, not gonna last long." Purple hair sticks to his forehead as he grits out in between groans. His thrusts become erratic, fucking your face roughly till spurts of hot cum fills your mouth. Rindo holds your head down on his dick,"Swallow." And he doesn't let go till he feels you gulp around his cock. Shamefully, you feel your panties dampen from having your throat fucked so roughly.

A moan slipping past his lips as he pulls out. You're leaning forward, lungs pumping in much needed air before a hand grabs your jaw and pulls your face up. A pair of lips crash on yours. Tongue intruding your mouth to savour what's left of Rindo's taste.

Eyes screwed shut, you try to stay still as the wet muscle roams your cavern, jaw aching in his grip. A few long seconds later, when he pulls away you lock eyes with erratic blue ones. Sanzu smirks down at you,"You taste like him."

Rindo scoffs and you can detect a playful tone in the sound. You're suddenly pushed forward by a hand pressing on your shoulder. Face tumbling between the pink haired man's thighs, you feel someone grop your ass,"Just unwrap her already."

Ran laughs, a breathy sound which you hate to admit made your pussy clench. Panic kicks in when your pants are yanked down all the way before deft fingers danced at the hem of your panties,"Hm? You're wet?" The pad of his finger slides over the wet patch of your underwear, pressing teasingly.

Shaking your head, you pant heavily, resting your cheek on Sanzu's thigh. The said man chuckled,"Then how 'bout this?" Cupping your cheeks he tilts your face up to meet his gaze,"We play a game and if you win, we let ya' go."

Head dizzy from the harsh treatment from the younger Haitani, you don't think twice before agreeing. Without listening to the wager. Cursing yourself a few moments later as you lay on one of the seats of the long car, hands tied up with Rindo's belt now, readjusted above your head.

Rindo's tie serving as a makeshift blindfold around your eyes while the cold nozzle of a gun trailed down your skin, clothes laying on the floor.

A whimper escapes you when the gun digs into your cheek. Ran's condescending coo echoing near your ear. The nozzle is soon nudging your lips before gliding past with aid of the drool glistening on them, courtesy of Rindo.

The gun fucked your mouth, soaking the metal in your spit before pulling away,"Who was that, Detective?" Rindo's voice is a distant purr, probably because he's draped on the opposite seat. Biting your lip, you ponder a bit,"Ran."

"Wrong." You can hear the smugness in Rindo's voice but your angry train of thoughts are cut short when the gun is back on your skin. The wet nozzle is cold on your torso, trailing down your stomach before teasingly pressing against your panties. Your knees are torn open to allow the gun to continue on its path.

A finger pushed your soaked panties to the side, dragging the nozzle on your slit. You gasp, breathless at the contact. A yelp tears through your mouth when the gun pushes past your entrance, your warm walls clamping around the cold metal,"Oh, look how you're ruining the gun."

Sanzu rasps, entranced by the way the gun is coated in your juices as it's pulled out before slamming in roughly. Your pathetic moans embarrass you while they only aided in arousing the lurching men in the car.

The filthy scene of having a gangster's gun bullying into your pussy and oh- the went sounds that keep flooding in, you can't help but moan. Biting your lip, you try to subdue the sounds but it's so difficult when the hard weapon is thrusting inside you so harshly.

Your toes curl and hips twitch as you near an unexpected, unwanted orgasm. But just as your walls clench, the gun's gone. Taunting chuckles erupt around the space before Rindo asks,"Who just fucked your slutty cunt with the gun?"

The ruined orgasm spiked irritation in your veins. Through the haze, you tried to think. When Ran spoke, it was Sanzu. So this time it must be,"Ran."

"You seem to want my brother an awful lot, Detective." Rindo clicks his tongue,"Sanzu, why don't ya' show her who just fucked her with the gun?"

A drop of perspiration trickling down your neck, the wager was, the winner gets whatever they want. Naoto had warned you that a single slip up can prove to be life threatening. That these were very dangerous people.

But now that you're here, under their prying eyes, your body's second guessing if you wanna leave. Or maybe it's just your arousal talking.

Your closing legs are spread open by a gentle palm,"Before you ruin her, I'mma have a taste." Ran husks, lips pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Your blindfold is yanked down, the tie loosely pooling around your neck as Sanzu filled your vision. His mouth falling on your tits, sucking and teasing the hard buds,"You'll watch." Sanzu mumbles into your skin,"You'll watch everything we do." A hand squeezes your plump flesh harshly to accentuate his words.

The short purple haired man in turn settles between your legs. Tongue pressed flat on your clit, he hums,"S'sweet." A wet suckling had blood pooling at your cheeks,"You're getting off on this, eh?" Rindo leans forward and smirks at your half lidded eyes.

A far way from the prestigious officer of law who had kicked him not even an hour ago. Your tummy flutters, the metaphorical coil tightening at his jeers. Your tied wrists are held in position by Sanzu's huge hand, discouraging any movement.

Light pink strands dragged along the valley of your breasts with Sanzu coating your nipples with his spit and biting. Your shoulders roll in the testament of pain but the jolts of pleasure from your pussy makes your back arch. You could feel Sanzu smirk against your skin but you're too busy whimpering for them to form a retort.

Ran moans as he swipes his tongue across your slit, dipping the tip in between your warm folds. His purple hair brushes soft between your thighs when he buries his face into your cunt. Nails digging into your palms, you try to bite back on your moans but Sanzu and Ran's mouths on your skin made it difficult.

Your eyes squeeze shut as Ran's nose nudges against the hood of your clit. Lilac eyes watch you gush on the older Haitani's tongue, who devours you with loud slurping noises.

"'Nough now." Legs shaking as you pant breathless, coming down from the high while Sanzu pushed Ran away from you,"Gunna' show this bitch that yer' too soft to fuck her with a gun," A hasty rustle is heard with Ran's chuckle just before Sanzu smears the tip of his cock against your glistening pussy lips,"Like I did."

He's bottoming out in a hard flick, uncaring about the scream that you let out as he stretched your walls without any real prep,"Oh- oh fuck," Digging tiny crescents on your thighs, he grips them unceremoniously. It burned, hurt but your body welcomed the pain, your mind reeling from the overwhelming sensation.

Your hands rose in protest, to push away at his chest but Ran's long fingers caught them, shoving them back on top of your head. With a smirk, he watched you struggle against their hold. His large hand draped over your mouth to subdue your screams,"Shhh," Soft lips press to your temple, a seemingly soft gesture but you should know better.

"Look a'her. She's still got some fight left in her." Rindo muses, resting his elbows on his knees. Sanzu pulls out all the way just to slam his cock back in,"Guess I'll just have to fuck the fight outta her then." Deep grunts rattle his chest as he feels your pussy wrap tightly around his length,"Ah you're s'fucking tight," The criminal moans above you, fucking you like a wild animal,"This is the best pussy I've ever had mhn," He's gulping when you thrash under him.

The sadistic glint in his blue eyes has you whimpering and his cock bullying into your overestimated cunt wasn't helping,"Please," You beg,"'tis too much- ah!" Sanzu's hands press your knees up to your chest, folding you in half to go deeper. The new angle pulled shrill cries from your throat because his tip was knocking at your cervix,"Sanzu!"

Tears streaming down your eyes, you plea for mercy but the man above you has this twisted grin, fucking you harder,"Haru." Ran coos, trailing his index finger down your cheek, a deep satiated sparkle in his beautiful purple orbs,"Call him Haru."

Lower lip trembling, you do as advised, his name rolling sweetly on your tongue. His jaw clenches taut,"Fuck," His name sounds so tempting laced in your voice,"Haru, Haru, Haru-" You choke up, stumbling his name in a prayer as your cunt spasms around his dick. Yet he still drills into your ever tightening hole with vigour, fucking you through your unwanted orgasm.

Thrusts grew erratic as he neared his release, muttering curses under his breath,"Not inside her." Hesitantly, he pulled out his cock at Rindo's order, fist wrapping around the head to jerk ferociously,"Not yet at least." The hint at the unsaid words made him smirk through his high, releasing ropes of white semen on your cunt and thighs,

"Oh, look at this," Sanzu laughs, exchanging places with Ran to grip a handful of your hair,"Made such a mess on my cock," Manoeuvering your face to the side, he's pressing his cock against your lips,"Clean it up, whore."

Ran grabs your boobs, squeezing the soft plush before humping his cock head on your entrance,"You ready for me, doll?" He's nicer than the other two in slowly pumping his cock inside your hole, giving you time to adjust while Sanzu's cock lay heavy on your tongue,"Use that tongue," He yanks at your hair harshly,

"Fucking do it, slut." Swirling your tongue around his glistening cock, you wince at the mixture of your and his taste,"Oh, just like that, ah." His groans made you clench around Ran's dick and he laughed,"For someone who's an officer of law, you sure seem to enjoy being fucked by criminals."

He rocks against your abused cunt a little, testing if the aftershocks of your previous high has subdued. You moan softly around Sanzu's cock and he's pulling out to not overestimate himself,"Maybe we should take her to Mikey."

"D'ya think of anything other than Mikey?" Ran grunts, teasing the man with scars but there's a hint of frustration in his tone.

A hand slithers around your neck, fingers pressing against the air columns dangerously,"Eyes on me now, dollface." The sickly sweet smile on his lips, a sharp contrast to his malicious gaze. One deep thrust and your head is thrown back, toes curling in from how deep he is inside you,"Still so tight,"

He's longer than Sanzu, filling you so nicely that you don't even remember why you were fighting against them,"Even after Haru fucked you, hm?" Ran moans and the sound made your pussy clench,"Looks like I'll just have to fuck you better, yeah?" You're heaving shallow puffs of hot breath, too lost to answer. But the question wasn't meant for you because Ran's eyes flicked to meet the other man's blue ones who scoffed at the words.

"Wow." Rindo's voice snaps the men from their stare. He moves, leering over your body beside Sanzu in an instant while you squirm under his brother. Following his brother's gaze, Ran's eyes land on your form, whistling once he noticed the outline of his cock under the skin of your belly,"Holy shit,"

Sanu smirks at the sight as Rindo presses his warm palm down on the bulge. Ran stills inside you, gripping your hips tightly to avoid cumming right there like a damn teenager. You though, are wailing from the slight pain,"Please, Ran,"

The men smirk, you finally fell for Ran's trick,"As you wish, my pretty doll." Pulling you up by the grip he had on your throat, his mouth clashes against yours. His tongue picks up hits of your sweet taste on your tongue mixed with Sanzu's. Pulling you on his lap as he sits back on the seat, Ran moves your body on his dick with ease, your smaller frame just acting the purpose of a rag doll for his pleasure.

Your bound wrists rested behind his shoulders, arms around his neck as you kissed him back,"She sure likes you, Ran." Sanzu snickers, palm striking at your ass hard. You cry into the kiss from the impact,"Shh," A buck of his hips up to yours had you falling back into moans for him,"I got you."

A thumb prods at the tight puckered hole,"No!" Ran is quick to shush you,"It's alright," His hand gently cages your breasts. Sanzu snickers behind you,"We don't have lube anyway." One last slap on your stinging ass and you're pressing harder against Ran's body. Trailing his fingers down your curves, he drapes his palm on the small of your back.

Purple orbs urge you to ride him at your pace,"Such a good doll for me," He smirks when you pump yourself full of his cock with each thrust,"Doing s'good for me, hm?" The hand on your breast is busy teasing the nipple, his mouth paying attention to the other,"Ran," You sultry moan would've shocked you if you were in the right state of mind,"Gonna cum,"

"Then go ahead n' cream on my cock, doll." His sweet tone is triumphed by his brother's biting one. Rindo's hand wraps around your neck as it slides around your shoulder,"Moaning like a whore for my brother."

Ran's chuckle fans breezy on your breast, his lips still wrapped around your nipple as he feels you clench around his cock at his brother's harsh words,"Fucking cum on his cock, slut." Rindo snaked his other hand around your waist, fingers finding your puffy clit, pinching roughly.

Your nails dug on his brother's shoulders, a wail dragging on your tongue as your orgasm ripped through every fiber of your body,"Oh- oh fuck," Ran held your hips, moving them to ride you through your high before he's pulling you off his throbbing cock. Rindo pushes you down on your knees, in between Ran's legs, hand holding your jaw up to face his older brother

"Tongue out." Dizzy and tired, your mouth falls open, tongue drooling on your lower lip. Your eyes focus on Ran's face, brows furrowed in pleasure and mouth forming a small 'O'. His hand fisted his cock, jerking faster till he's cumming with a moan, thick spurts of cum shooting on face, falling on your tongue and on your cheeks.

"What a messy slut you are, Detective L/N." Rindo turns your face to his. Smirking sadistically when he notices the lost look in your eyes. His thumb pushes the bit of cum at the corner of your lips inside your mouth,"Maybe I should fuck you like you deserve." You're pushed down on the floor of the car, face flush against the carpet, ass raised.

Rindo smacks your ass before thrusting his dick inside your used pussy,"Still tight, ah-" He chokes up on his groan as he buries balls deep in your cunt,"We should keep her." You recognize Sanzu's voice barely above your own moans,"She's already ours,"Aren't ya', doll?" You're too dumb to do anything but moan with Rindo fucking you into the floor. A hand gripping tight on your hair yanked you up to face Ran's devilishly handsome face,"Answer him, whore."

Tears slip down your cheeks, mingling with Ran's sticky cum at the jolts of pain at your scalp. The Haitani knelt in front of you, taking your burning face in his huge palms,"You belong to us now." Thumb pressing on your lower lip, he pulled your mouth open. His brother's hips slammed into yours with such force that your body shuddered, eyelids dropping heavy. A hot globe of wetness hit your tongue with a 'putah'.

Fingers pressed into your cheeks, near the corners of your mouth to push your mouth close,"Got it?" You saw the darkness in his eyes as you swallow his spit. Managing out a mushed "yes" Between moans, you try to hold yourself up on shaky arms. Your knees scraped on the carpet with each ruthless thrust from Rindo. You're nearing another orgasm even after the ones you just had.

Rindo's fingers tangle in your strands, pulling hard to make you cry out,"That's it, whore." Ran's hand is around your throat now, tight and unyielding,"I can feel you clamping down on me. You're about to cum, aren't you?"

"Again?" Sanzu sneers, grabbing your cheek to hurl you towards him. Tilting his head to kiss your mouth, he groans upon catching a taste of Ran,"What a pathetic slut."

Rindo is grunting, purple and black strands falling in front of his eyes as he nears his own precipice,"Maybe I should cum inside you, a gift from Bonten." Eyes shooting wide open, you struggle under the three men's hold but to no avail,"Please, no-" Ran is pressing his lips to the shell of your ear,"Shh, it's alright," He's hushing you down but you don't fall for it this time,"No, anything but that, please Rindo- oh!" A hand sneaked around to play with your clit,"Won't you be a good girl for me, doll?"

Sanzu scoffs in mockery,"She's not your good girl, Ran." Digging his fingers in your cheeks, he spits in your mouth,"She's our dirty whore," Icy blue eyes observe as you gulp down his gift in a panicked frenzy,"Right, Rin?"

"Yeah," Said man growls, pressing the pads of his fingers on your clit, rubbing tight circles to pull sweet sounds from your unwilling lips,"Fuck, you're clenching me s'tightly, fuck." You try to beg him but his cock hitting that spot inside you again and again had your vision spotting and mind going blank,"Fucking stop complaining and take what I'm giving ya'."

Your head falls forward in Sanzu's hands as Rindo's thrusts tip you over the edge. You recognize his distant grunts through the ringing in your ears,"Cumming-" Panic blooms in your chest again once you hear his words,"No, please, not inside!" Sanzu claims your noisy mouth, muffling all complains,"Fucking take it, detective." Rindo's voice breaks as he starts cumming, painting your walls white,"Take it all," He's pumping inside you with sloppy thrusts. You sob against Sanzu's mouth, his tongue assaulting your mouth.

"I think she did pretty well." Ran chirps,"Took all three of us like a good doll." You collapse on his lap, his thigh pillowing your head. His fingers move the locks of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and something that seemed to be akin to adoration in his eyes.

Two fingers are plugged in your soiled cunt after Rindo pulled out his softening cock,"Couldn't have you wasting your parting gift, now, can we?" He's gathering the drops of his cum trickling down your thighs and pushing them in your fluttering pussy,"What a greedy fucking whore." Sanzu whistles when you moan at the feel of Rindo's fingers thrusting slowly inside your hole,"What would your partner say if he saw you like this, being our cumdump, huh?" Your glassy eyes and trembling lips only made the younger Haitani chuckle.

"Who am I kidding, you're already ours."

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