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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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嘘 — ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌. ❞

ZORO, LUFFY, SANJI, ROBIN, MARCO W F!READER

GENRE // WC: smut, 3.8K word count (MDNI)

CONTENT: heavy overstimulation & dumbification, cunninglingus, exhibitionism, teasing, mating press, squirting, creampie, fingering, individual tags as well!

A/N: reblogs appreciated & would also love to know your favorite so i can include them in future works (:

FILLED REQUESTS: one // two // three

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 — mating press, creampie, fingering

zoro’s thighs push down against yours, forcing you into a mating press as he watches his cock move in and out of your hole— dragging against your walls with each movement of his hips.

he’s always liked pushing you to your limit, watching your faces and taking you like this, fucking you until you’ve lost your coherency and let him have his way with you.

but today, he’s mad. you can tell. each thrust is harder than usual, your body rocking back and forth from the intensity of each thrust, balls slapping against you when he bottoms out.

he’s grunting loudly above you, jaw clenching every time your walls spasm against him. he’s close to cumming, thrusts becoming messy as he tries his best to resist it— but it’s too much. he wants to make you cum, to see you gush all around his cock again, and he definitely doesn’t want to cum first.

your eyes are fixated on the sight of his fat cock pummeling your spot with pure strength, walls stretching to accommodate his size. he feels so good today, the roughness only pushing you closer to the edge as desperate moans slip from your mouth.

you squeal at a particularly rough thrust, arms wrapping around him to tug him closer to you, legs wrapping around his to keep him close to you. your eyes are slammed shut, completely oblivious to the way you’ve pushed him even deeper inside of you.

zoro’s eyes suddenly widen at the tightness, hands slamming down beside you to catch himself from falling on your chest. “w-wait, stop— don’t do that!”

but it’s too much for him. he was trying his best to hold back earlier— but he can’t with you clinging onto him for dear life, your tight hole greedily keeping his cock buried inside of you.

“shit, shit, stop— you,” he growls, hips stuttering into yours as he gasps loudly— trying to pull back, but you won’t let him, clinging onto him tightly as you moan his name over and over. his cock is desperate to cum inside of you despite his best attempts at resisting it, and he gives you one last thrust before his throbbing cock stills inside you, spitting ropes of cum against your cervix as you tighten your embrace around him.

he lets out a shaky breath— one he didn’t even know he was holding— and digs his fingers deeper into your thighs, watching the way your juices and his cum seep out of your cunt and down his cock. his head dips down, panting beside you as he comes down from his high, cock still throbbing against your walls from the intensity.

“you little fucking minx,” he growls between breaths, hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together and tilt your head up. you look so irresistible to him, innocent eyes staring up into his as you tilt your head in confusion, watching the way he glares down at you with clenched teeth, sharply inhaling through his nose.

“first,” he starts slowly, “you fake it. and then now…. you pull another stunt.” his scowl deepens when he sees your lips turn down into a cute pout, prompting him to grab your ankle and pull you closer. “you know what— c’mere.”

his arm easily holds both of your thighs up against your chest, leaving you wide open for him to stuff three thick fingers into your cunt, fucking his cum deeper into you. “gonna ruin this cunt,” he grunts, loving the way your body is so reactive for him no matter what he gives you.

“z-zoro!” you cry out, reaching down to grasp at his forearms, but he doesn’t stop his movements, roughly fucking you with his fingers as he narrows his eyes. “move your fucking hand.”

his voice is low and stern, arms not budging an inch even when you have two hands wrapped around his wrist. part of you wants to see more of this zoro— the one fully in control of your body and your reactions, so you listen, shyly gripping onto your own thighs to hold yourself open for him.

his fingers are thick, curling against the spot that has you gasping, mouth parting open from the heavy stimulation. he perks up at your reaction, lips tugging into a grin.

“yeah? you like that?”

you nod quickly, eyes slamming shut when he uses his other hand to rub at your clit, drawing rough circles into it as you clench harder around his fingers. “‘m gonna cum, z-zoro!”

his grin widens, eyes fixated on the way your hole greedily eats up whatever he gives it, squeezing around his fingers to keep them inside of you. “then cum,” he grunts, rubbing harder at your poor nub. his cum is seeping out of your hole, mixed with your own slick and squelching loudly around his fingers with each movement.

his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, and you choke out a sob. “w-wait, that’s—“ you blurt out, eyes widening at the foreign feeling building up. “finally,” he grins.

“that your spot?”

you nod again, jaw dropping from the stimulation, and you dig your fingers into your thighs, trying your best to keep them open despite their best efforts to slam shut around his arms.

he hums in response. “i’ll fuck you till you can’t walk if you’re lying.”

the threat does nothing but fluster you further, thighs shaking from the stimulation. you’re so close, so close to cumming—

“you tightened when i said that. that what you want anyways?”

you whisper out a please for him, a cute plea to let you cum before he rubs your clit just right, grin widening into a toothy smile when you gush all over his fingers, body trembling in his hold as your head falls back.

“so that one was real,” he admits to himself. he slides his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to your mouth to show you the way his cum drips from his fingertips. “open,” he commands, delighting in the way you loll your tongue out for him so obediently. his fingers move around in your mouth, letting you suck every bit of his cum.

zoro takes his fingers out, pulling you up into his lap. “there’s more things i wanna try,” he rasps, voice deep and low. “you can handle it, can’t you?”

“i think— i can try,” you mumble, crawling off his lap. you’re not even off his thigh before he’s roughly yanking you back into him, hardened cock already prodding at your hole. “hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“think i’ll let you off easy after the shit you pulled? sit still, i’m taking you like this next.”

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 — overstimulation, dumbification, creampie

luffy’s hands slam down beside your shoulders, hissing at how good your cunt feels around his cock, so tight and wet, walls wrapping perfectly around his length as he snaps his hips against you.

“more,” he growls, words coming out unsteady from the way he’s slamming his cock into you. “more, more.”

he hits a sensitive spot in your cunt, groaning loudly when your walls clench around him in response, dropping down to hold himself up with his elbows. he moans your name into your neck, messily kissing and nipping at the skin. “i knew it,” he pants, “this isn’t good.”

“h-huh?“ you choke out, too dumb to even comprehend what he’s saying, half lidded eyes still focused on the strong arms beside your head and the way his muscles are gently flexing and tensing.

“not good,” he starts, voice heavy and slurred. “i- i can’t stop myself—feels so good. i can’t….need more.” he exhales shakily before sucking at your neck again, inhaling sharply through his nose as he slams his cock into you. “that okay? it’s okay right?”

his voice is urgent, almost begging you to let him frantically bury his cock into you. he’s so desperate to hold you down, stuff his dick into you until he’s satisfied, but he wants to make sure you’re okay with it, distracting his desire by planting sloppy kisses down your neck.

he’s so rough that you can occasionally feel his teeth nudge against the skin, only to be replaced by his tongue sliding across your neck moments later. he’s so hungry for you, so desperate to be closer and deeper inside of you.

as soon as you nod, murmuring a “please,” his pace quickens to one more frenzied, using his strength to fuck you even harder, make you feel good too. he’s drunk on the feeling you give him, and he wishes he could stay inside you like this forever.

luffy growls loudly into your neck, gasping every time your cunt flutters against his cock, slick even squelching around him with the roughness he’s giving you.

you can barely even catch your breath, his full weight on top of yours as he moves relentlessly. you can’t help but choke out a moan at the way each drag of his cock stretches your walls out so perfectly, his desperation alone enough to bring you close to the edge.

“you always feel so good,” he groans into your neck, “so wet, and so h-hot. fuck—”

he buries his face deeper into your neck, arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer to him. “it’s tight, squeezing me! ahh…i can’t—” he groans, eyes shut tight to focus on making you cum.

he still wants you to cum first, gush around his cock before he empties his load into you. his dick is so heavy, painfully hard and on the edge of finishing— but he fights it.

“luffy, ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, returning his embrace to keep you grounded from the bruising pace he set against you. “please,” he groans, voice muffled as he sucks at your neck. there’s an air of desperation in his voice, thrusts growing sloppier as he tries not to finish before you.

and you do exactly as he wishes, eyes fluttering shut as the knot in your stomach snaps, cunt squeezing hard around his dick as you gush around his cock. he groans loudly against your ear, not slowing down for a second. “i knew it,” he mumbles, “the last one was fake, wasn’t it?”

luffy’s hips snap against yours a couple more times before he moans loudly, cock stilling inside you as it spits ropes of cum against your cervix. he’s panting above you, body slick with sweat as he catches his breath. “again,” he mumbles, voice desperate. “this isn’t enough, i need it again.”

he places a kiss on the fresh hickies bruising on your neck. “i can give you a lot more, so don’t fake it anymore.”

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 — cunninglingus, overstimulation, squirting

sanji’s face is buried in your cunt, fingers curling deep inside you as his tongue flicks against your clit. he’s getting off to you feeling good from his mouth alone, dick throbbing even harder with each moan that slips out of your mouth.

but it’s different. your last orgasm was different, and he knows.

“you’re usually….much louder,” he groans into your cunt, not missing the way the vibrations from his voice make your thighs squeeze around his head. sanji always prides himself in how well he knows your body, from knowing what face you’ll make with each touch, to where you feel best…..which is why he has to make sure you haven’t been faking it this whole time.

to give you orgasm after orgasm until he’s sure he knows how to make you forget everything but the knot snapping in your core. his tongue laps harder at your clit, fingers curling perfectly against your spot as you tighten your embrace around the pillow, moaning loudly into it. “sanji….t-too much…!”

he can feel his dick twitch at your voice, feeling hard and heavy— leaking with precum. he wants to shove his dick into you so fucking bad, have you against the wall so you can moan his name directly into his ear— but not yet. instead, he grinds himself down into the mattress, cock rubbing desperately against the covers to relieve the burning ache he has. he’s groaning directly into your cunt now, eating you out with fervor as your eyes roll back, moans muffled by the pillow you’re clutching onto for dear life.

he sneaks a glance at you, his own cheeks heating up at the sight of your face, cute noises escaping your mouth as your nails dig into the pillow. his patience is running thin, wishing that he was that pillow instead, thinking about how your nails could scratch into his back like that, but not yet.

“when i touch you here,” he grunts, thick fingers reaching deeper into your cunt to focus on the spot that has you gasping— “you’ll make the prettiest noises for me. won’t you, pretty girl?”

and you do, crying out his name as your thighs squeeze hard and tremble against his head, walls fluttering so cutely around his fingers. your eyes widen when you realize this feels differently than usual, orgasm not settling down in the slightest.

sanji picks up on your response, not stopping the fingers on your cunt until your second orgasm is ripped from you in an instant, squealing into the pillow and squirting around his fingers as he laps hungrily at your clit. he places a hand on your stomach, keeping you down so that you don’t ruin your own orgasm, fingers still rubbing at your spot until you’ve stilled, body shaking weakly from the intensity.

you’re too tired to notice the way his eyes darken at the sight of you trembling and panting, now hovering over you with a hunger he can’t quite satiate no matter how long he spends between your legs.

“h-how did you..!”

your voice is so cute to him, and he leans down, pressing gentle kisses along the side of your neck with a proud grin. “i know your body like the back of my hand, angel.”

it does nothing but bring heat to your cheeks, walls clenching around nothing as you finally seem to notice it. his dick is hard, tip flushed pink with desire, and it’s leaking with precum as he slowly rubs it up and down your folds.

you realize that he’s still trying to hold back, still prioritizing how to make you feel good instead of himself, and you want to push him. just a little bit.

you innocently peer up at him through your lashes, wrapping your arms around him to pull his face closer to yours. “sanji,” you coo, “you don’t need to hold back.”

the way his jaw clenches doesn’t go unnoticed to you, his breaths coming out short as his hand gently wraps around your wrists, pinning them above your head. his eyes are darkened with lust, so desperate to bring you to your limit, make you cum over and over until you can’t feel your orgasms anymore..

“you’re sure?”

his voice is just above a growl, tip of his cock already sheathed inside your cunt as you nod, cutely smiling at him. “i can take it, give me all of it.”

his breath hitches in his throat at the offer. “say blue to stop me,” he says in a low whisper, stuffing your cunt in one swift movement. “otherwise,” he mumbles against your lips, “i’m gonna show you heaven, angel.”

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 — exhibitionism, his wings don’t hurt you, squirting, riding him

if anyone were to walk by the two of you, it would be nothing out of the ordinary. you cuddling with marco as usual, his large wings wrapped around your frame to keep you warm— at least, that’s what it looks like.

marco’s hands are cupping your ass, bouncing you up and down his cock, slowly and intentionally, thrusts that bump your cervix each time your ass smacks against his thighs. the pace is so slow, but it’s got you worked up more than usual, and you can feel everything so vividly, down to the prominent vein on the underside of his cock dragging along your walls.

your head is buried in his chest, your weak attempt to hide your teary eyes and pants as he grips the globes of your ass harder. it feels so good, little moans occasionally slipping from your mouth— causing you to worriedly look to the side. you think someone might be watching, but you don’t get to check, marco hooking a finger under your chin to redirect your focus to him in an instant.

“hey, eyes on me,” he coos in your ear. “don’t pay attention to them. only me.”

you really should have known marco would do something like this, take you in front of the others to ensure all your reactions are real this time.

you squeal when he slams you down harder, a subtle warning to keep your focus on um only.“but, w-what if they see?” you ask, your hands come to wrap around his middle, looking up at him with a pout.

“doesn’t matter if they see. you’re mine anyways, we can put on a show for them,” he smiles, “can’t we?”

he chuckles when you hide your face in his chest again, face filling with heat at the thought of someone catching you with your commander’s cock buried deep inside your cunt. the thought alone has you spasming around his cock, growing wetter at the idea.

“m-marco…i’m gonna cum,” you whisper, eyes fluttering close as you bite your lips. “that right?” he coos, almost disinterested. “mm—i can’t hold it in— marco!” you plead, and he hums, prodding at your lips with his thumb.

you part your mouth obediently, letting him stick three of his fingers into it as you suck on them dutifully. “you know,” he starts. “you’re cute when you’re tryna run away from it,” he whispers into your ear, “but i won’t let you.” “cum on my dick and do it now, before someone comes.”

his other hand grabs a fistful of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock at the angle that has his tip pounding at the right spot, your cunt already starting to flutter around him before a loud stomp grabs your attention.

marco pushes you down in one swift movement, full length stuffed inside you as you’re forced to sit still, thighs trembling hard as the fullness.

“ah— ace, you need something?”

his voice is casual, so casual that it almost sounds like he just woke up from a nap. you’re frozen in place, cunt pathetically dripping down his length as your orgasm starts to fade.

“is y/n with you?” ace asks. your eyes widen, balling his shirt in your hands.

he nods, giving your ass a tight squeeze as a silent warning not to move. “yeah, she’s right here.”

he quickly takes his fingers out of your mouth, swiping over the trail of saliva running down your chin as he lowers his wing slightly, just so ace could get a look at your face. you’re immediately panicking, cheeks filled with heat as you quickly bury your face into his chest.

“whoa— is she okay? why the hell are you covering her whole body like that?”

“she’s got a fever,” he says flatly, as if his cock wasn’t throbbing inside of you from the thrill of getting caught with you like this. “keepin’ her warm. she’ll be fine,” he emphasizes the last word, squeezing your ass when he feels you tighten against him.

his smile falters when you slowly rock yourself on his cock, trying your best to get some of the stimulation before your orgasm fully fades. you can’t even pay attention to them anymore, not even noticing that ace had left until marco’s hand hooks under your chin, tilting your head up.

“you’re worse than feverish,” he chuckles, helping you bounce up and down his cock. “humping yourself on my cock when ace is right there…”

“you gonna die if i don’t fuck you for five seconds?”

his lips are tugged into a wide grin, shifting his balance before he’s thrusting his hips back up into yours as you whine into his chest. “please….i’m almost..!”

“no need to rush, i got you.”

and you know he does. his cock is such a good stretch, his huge body enveloping yours as you helplessly bounce of his cock, greedy hole taking all of him. you squeal when he slams you down on his length once more, knot inside you finally snapping as you gush around his cock.

you lean into his chest, panting and shaking from the intensity, and you lift yourself off his cock— only for marco to pull you back down on it. “where are you going? we aren’t finished here.”

“you faked one earlier, didn’t you?” “did you think i wouldn’t notice?”

“on my desk next.”

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 — fingering, teasing

you should have figured out that robin would catch on to your little act as soon as it happened. your head falls back on her shoulder, one of her hands cupping your tit as her other arm dips lower.

“oh dear,” she chuckles, fingers rubbing harshly at your clit as you bite your lip, trying to mask your expressions as she brings you closer to the edge. “that wasn’t it, my love,” she hums, watching the way your half lidded eyes avoid hers like the plague.

“why are you running from it?”

she can tell you’re really close, painfully close to finishing, but you’re fighting it with everything in you, eyes clenched shut even when your dripping cunt is squelching around her fingers.

“it’s embarrassing….the face i’ll make!” you blurt out, cheeks feeling hot.

her fingers don’t slow down, still working at your clit while her other hand cups your tits. “your face?” robin muses, a tinge of curiosity laced in her voice. “show me it. i want to see.”

“b-but..” you stutter, eyes locked on her fingers working at your cunt. her eyes are only on you, watching your every reaction to her touch. “will you show me it?”

your cheeks only heat up further.

“you’re so cute, my love,” she coos, fingers leaving your tits to dip down to your cunt, slowly fucking them in and out of your walls. “w-wait, robin,” you cry, reaching down to grasp at her wrists.

it does nothing to stop her, and your thighs clench around her hands, unable to relieve the tightness in your core as you reach the edge. “are you feeling good? you made my hands so wet, look,” she smiles, chuckling at the way you flush at the sight of your slick covering her fingers.

your face falls back when she resumes, fingers curling against your walls. “cum properly, okay?” she coos, rubbing harshly at your clit until you cum hard, shaking around her fingers as she gets a good look at you.

you hide your face in your hands, legs trembling around hers. “i told you,” robin whispers, hands running up and down your sides, “i want to see all of your faces. let me try again.”

PART 1: ace, law, lucci, mihawk

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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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嘘 — ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌. ❞

ACE, LAW, MIHAWK, LUCCI X F!READER

GENRE || WC: smut, 2100 WC (MDNI)

CONTENT: heavy overstimulation & dumbification, fingering, mating press, spanking, vibrator usage, cunninglingus, mirror sex, & individual tags too

A/N: reblogs appreciated & also would love to know which one u liked most (:

— 𝐀𝐂𝐄. mating press, squirting, overstimulation

ace folds you into a mating press, pushing your thighs against your tits, hands coming to slap against either side of your head. his pace is rough, focusing on aiming his cock at the spot that has you trembling the fastest. your mouth drops open at the roughness, clinging onto his strong back as you whimper.

“fuck…don’t squirm,” he growls, one of his hands come to delicately wrap around your neck, pushing you into the mattress as better leverage to snap his hips against yours. “did you think i’d fall for something like that, baby?”

he leans down, propped up on his elbows as he nips and sucks at your neck, groaning when your nails dig into his back. “i’m gonna make you cum so hard,” he grunts, “cum all over my dick. you like that?”

“yes, yes please…” you plead, eyes wandering down to his thick cock being swallowed by your cunt. you clench around him, and he groans loudly in your ear. “fuck, that’s right— you always tighten up like this when you’re gonna cum— shit”

ace’s dick is throbbing in your cunt, picking up a quicker pace as you cling onto him, body swaying from each of his movements. his fingers come down to roughly rub at your pearl, pads of his fingers drawing circles as you try and close your thighs instinctively, only to be stopped by his own.

“stay still, stay fucking still— gonna make you squirt.” his words come out unsteady from the way he’s pounding into you, and he grasps both of your wrists easily with one hand, pinning them above you to keep you still for him.

you’re so captivated by him, face glistening with sweat, eyebrows furrowed harshly in concentration as he aims for your most sensitive spot, slamming into it again and again. he always fucks you so good, making sure you cum hard around him every time.

but the way he’s giving his all to make you cum harder after seeing you fake an orgasm makes you feel differently, cunt fluttering around his cock after seeing him so feral this time.

“a-ace, gonna cum!” you cry out, cunt clenching sporadically around his cock— and he doesn’t slow down, spitting on your clit so he can rub faster, harder— snapping his hips against yours with pure strength. “cum then,” he growls, and the knot inside you snaps, gushing all over ace as he slows down his thrusts to lengthen your orgasm.

you think that you’re done, shaking with the intensity of the orgasm he just gave you, expecting him to pull out and watch his cum seep out of your cunt— but he didn’t cum.

“ace?”

he keeps his cock buried in your cunt, giving you a toothy grin. “you ready for more?”

you can feel his cock throbbing against your walls, desperate to empty its load into you, but you should’ve known something like this would hurt his pride. he’s panting above you, his jaw clenched hard— trying not to cum even when the aftershocks of your orgasm cause your walls to flutter so perfectly against his sensitive cock.

“i wanna see….” he pulls out slowly, “just how much you can cum in one night….”

he slams back into you, cunt squelching loudly around him. “you don’t mind, right?”

— 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊. cunninglingus, heavy dumbification

you’ve lost count of your orgasms now— mihawk eating you out mercilessly for what feels like forever. you’re not even sure if you can feel your orgasms anymore, clit swollen and tired from the endless abuse he’s given it.

you think you’ve been fucked dumb, too dumb to have anything besides the feeling of his tongue in your mind— too fucked out to do anything besides lay there with your tongue lolled out and let him have his way with you.

he thinks it’s cute that you’re so trusting with him, letting go of your thoughts and taking whatever he chooses to give you, but that’s not enough for him to let you go tonight.

his tongue laps at your clit, switching between flicking at your tired nub and tongue fucking you. he’s groaning into your folds, hungrily slurping at your cunt as you choke out a moan and pant. “naughty girl,” he grunts. “you’re going to cum over and over like this on my tongue alone.”

he knows exactly how to treat you when you act like this, your name rolling off his lips every now and then to ensure you’re still with him. his hands are always gentle with you, rubbing at your thighs and ass up to your pretty stomach, letting you know how much he loves you— a huge contrast to the roughness he’s giving your aching cunt.

you think your next orgasm is approaching, you’re not sure if you can tell— but mihawk can. his tongue shifts its attention to focus solely on your poor clit, licking the nub and slurping on it until the knot in you snaps for what feels like the thousandth time, shaking and crying under the mercy of his mouth. his mouth doesn’t move off of you, and you tiredly push on his head for any opportunity to seek relief.

instead, he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you flush against his tongue. “i’m not letting you go just yet.”

he’s so satisfied with the way you’re laying at his mercy, body shaking with the intensity of all the orgasms he’s given you with just his mouth. but he still wants to see just how far exactly he can take you, so his tongue comes back to lap at your cunt.

his mouth is admittedly tired by now, face and chin covered in your cum as he forces himself to eat you out meticulously, angling his head to get deeper into you. he can’t get enough of you, hungrily eating at your cunt even if his jaw is aching, just because he’s addicted to seeing you come undone. he’s happy with your lack of squirming now, limp body heaving up and down with each breath you take.

“you should have just asked for this instead of trying to trick me like that,” he grunts against your cunt, golden eyes flickering upwards to sneak a glance at you.

his lips tug into a subtle smile at the sight, eyes rolled back and panting tiredly as the back of your palm rests on your sweaty forehead. “but i guess it’s too late for that now.”

you were all his, after all. he was gonna rip every orgasm out of you tonight to make sure you never pull a stunt like that with him again, until your only memory of tonight is the way you’re shaking and at his mercy.

— 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈. spanking, brief usage of a vibrator, mirror sex, standing full nelson

you should have known it would be a stupid idea to try and fool lucci. faking your orgasm didn’t do anything but get you in trouble, now sprawled over his lap with a vibrator buried inside your dripping cunt as you count and thank him for each slap to your ass.

“what number was that?”

“t-thirteen! thank you,” you blurt out, ass stinging and your legs shaking against his firm thighs. his hand rubs over the redness on the globes of your ass, satisfied with the hand prints littered across it. “think you deserve it now?”

you shyly nod, unsure of what answer he’s looking for from you right now. “you don’t, but i’ll show you something anyways,” he says flatly, removing the vibrator and discarding it onto the floor as arms come to scoop you up and carry you to the large mirror hanging on the wall.

your face is already heating up at the sight— his hands digging into the skin of your thighs as he holds you up against the mirror, wide open and dripping slick directly onto his cock.

“well, what do you say?”

his dick is rubbing against your slit, cock dragging along your folds as you gasp at the stimulation. you know how mean he is, fully aware that he won’t stick his dick into you and leave you desperate and needy unless you ask for it nicely.

“please…please give me i-it!”

you choke out a moan as his thick cock buries itself in your cunt in one swift motion, before he’s immediately bouncing you up and down on it— not giving you any room to adjust to his size. “f..fuck,” you slur, slamming your eyes shut to relieve some of the overwhelming stimulation to your core. his cock is always so good, hitting all your spots with precision in each snap of his hips.

“open your eyes,” he grunts, slamming you down until you’ve taken every inch of him, balls pressed against your skin as you gasp at the fullness. he watches you as your eyes flutter back open, brimming with tears before suddenly widening at the sight of yourself.

“look at yourself closely. see that?”

and yeah, you can see why he didn’t believe your little stunt for a second. his throbbing cock is covered in your slick, dripping all the way down to his heavy balls, and he can feel your walls clench around him at the lewdness of it all. you can hardly believe the face you’re making is real, half lidded eyes bubbling with tears and little gasps escaping your swollen lips.

it looks like he’s completely ruined you, and he hasn’t even gotten started yet.

“get a good look. after all, that’s the dirty face you always make when you’re about to cum.”

— 𝐋𝐀𝐖. fingering, dumbification, hand fetish

law’s chin rests gently on your shoulder as he watches the way your aching cunt is still managing to clench so hard around his fingers, even after giving you your third orgasm.

he curls his digits against your spot again, letting your head fall back against his chest as your mouth hangs open at the overstimulation. “did you think i wouldn’t notice?” he asks, fingers sliding out of your folds before he’s running them up and down your slit, smearing your slick against your clit as you tremble in his hold.

“i know every single one of your reactions by now.”

his gaze shifts to you, lips tugging into a smirk as you tiredly stare at the hand touching your cunt right now. he knows how much you love his hands— always trying to hold them, or lay by him and trace the letters on each of his fingers. he knows you love the sight of them working at your cunt, pretty fingers covered in slick and flexing inside of you.

which is why he’s going to make you cum on them again and again, until you forget that you ever even tried fooling him like that.

two fingers dip back into your cunt, lazily pumping them in and out of you before he curls them perfectly against your spot again, causing you to squeal. “too..too much!” you slur, grasping onto his arms.

“stay still,” he grunts, fucking your cunt with his fingers, “i’m giving you what you need, you just need to lay here and take all of it.”

the flex of his forearm has your breath hitching in your throat, veins bulging out of his hand each time he curls his fingers against you. he’s hitting the same spot over and over again, and you gasp as your cunt squelches loudly with each movement, thighs squeezing around his hand until you’re finally gushing around his fingers, thighs shaking against his hand as you pant.

“i’m not done. again,” he says flatly, tilting your chin up to look at him.

his lips slot against yours to capture you in a breathless kiss, moving three fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. he loves you like this, still trying to hump against his fingers with your hips even when you’re too fucked out to talk.

he pulls away, trailing wet kisses down your neck as he quickens his pace. “i’ll take my fingers out of you,” he whispers against your neck, “only after you’ve forgotten about everything except the way my fingers feel inside of you.”

PART 2: zoro, sanji, luffy, marco, robin

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HOUSE TIPS WITH BAROU

request prompt: would you be able to write fluff for barou, ik it’s a struggle lol.

author's note: this request wasn't really specific but I did the best I can to give you fluffy barou :)

馬狼照英 SHOEI BAROU

⤷Barou definitely wants to clean with his s/o early on a Sunday Morning, and I headcanon that he's a fan of anita baker because he would love to listen to her early in the morning to get his morning going.

⤷Barou also loves going shopping with his s/o like getting cleaning supplies and just bonding off the fact that you support his obsession with cleaning your house clean together.

⤷He also loves pudding since it’s canon you would make him homemade pudding and that would probably be the only time he’ll allow you to baby him because he likes when you feed it to him.

⤷Barou likes to pick you up when he’s working out and even if you are chubby he will still pick you up and beg you to let him lift you and it doesn’t matter if you’re insecure, he doesn’t care he’s still going to pick you up.

⤷His little sisters love you and will always ask for you to come over or to come to play Roblox with them and they will literally beg you to come to play with them and never let you and Barou have time with each other.

⤷On Halloween, he will make you dress up as cat woman because he will dress like batman and he will literally beg you no matter how embarrassing it is because that was his dream to have a cat woman by his side.

have a request? they’re open :)

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They're here for me

Shidou Ryusei x Reader

A/n: Just a quick drabble I did for a very underrated fandom

Synopisis: Shidou always fucks you after a game

Warnings: Spitting, breeding, vouyerism, Shidou is very in character aka adrenaline junky, sub space

In the background of pants and moans you could just barley hear the muffle sounds of crowds roaring from the stadium from inside the locker room, screams of fans and music overlaying each other like a symphony.

"You hear that baby?"Shidou coos, kneading the dough of your ass as he thrusted up into you. The steel of the lockers felt cool against your bare back, your legs locked behind Shidous back as he held you up with strong arms and plowed himself into your dripping cunt with inhuman speed.

"Its all for me, everyone out there is screaming for me~" A manical grin spreads across his face and all you can do is helplessly nod. Sweat covered shidous body in a thin shiny layer, causing his shirt to stick to his chest. His skin buzzed with adrenaline, he could hear his heart rate in his ears and his body felt like a vessel for one thousand fire works.

It was routine at this point. After winning a game or scoring a point, Shidou would come back to the locker room with a raging hard on, where you waited. You knew he didnt care for your pleasure, if you came or not. You knew he was just using you for the adornment you fed to his ego. But the fact that you also knew that he only came to you, no one else at the end of the day, that he'd choose you over the thousands of adoring fans, that was enough.

"Open ya mouth" He orders, but your too lost in the pleasure that is blooming in your stomach, the pleasure that is making your cunt flutter and squeeze desperately around his fat cock. "I said open." Shidou delivers a particularly harsh thrust before stilling inside you; keeping the tip of his dick smushed against your cervix. The loss of momentum snaps you out of your haze and you obediently widen your mouth letting your tongue hang out. Shidou lets a glob of spit fall from his lips onto your awaiting tongue. You dont need to be told to swallow, you do so on habit, giving him a soft smile as you do so.

"Fuck, ya so perfect, such a good girl."

You whine at the praise and nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck as he resumes his unforgiving thrusts. Suddenly a rush of sickening pleasure washes over you, and the muscles in your stomach tightens as your body starts to shake. You cant even utter a word of warning as your pussy tightens mercilessly around shidous dick and you cum with a silent scream.

"Ah im gonna come, shit." Shidou throws his head back smiling, quickening his pace and prolonging your orgasm. Suddenly he starts to slowly rock himself into you, before stilling and pressing himself flush again your cunt.

"Thats the stuff <3" he groans, filling you up with loads after load of warm cum; the excess dripping down onto the floor. Your left to helplessly cling onto him and you shivered and shook from the feeling.

"m'love you, shidou, love you so much." You babble and Shidou chuckles, leaning in so his lips are against your ear.

"Doesnt everybody?"

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MORE bllk enemies to lovers

⤿ 'x reader' hcs, part 1 / part 2 / part 3

⤿ characters: hiori, reo, barou, shidou

⤿ warnings: swearing, probs ooc

♨︎ hiori yo

⊱ the whole “enemies” thing is completely one-sided lmao

⊱ why do you hate him so much? what’s your damage?? he genuinely couldn’t be less bothered by your bs

⊱ doesn't acknowledge that you hate him, but not by ignoring you. he doesn't go out of his way to avoid you, but he'll try to respect your space

⊱ please don't go out of your way to bother him... it's more embarrassing on your part tbh… seeing hiori calmly respond to you when you're hurling insults at him makes you look like a whining child lol

⊱ unfortunately, his lack of acknowledgement or response to your jabs only makes you more mad

⊱ “oh so this guy thinks he’s above me, huh? not worthy of attention?” your mind works in mysterious ways, idk how you came to this conclusion

⊱ eventually he might cave and apologize for whatever he did (even though he doesn’t actually think he did anything wrong) to try and end your one-sided rivalry. he’s just so tired

⊱ might offer to buy you a snack or some coffee to get on your good side. if you take him up on his offer, you’re guaranteed to be charmed at his pleasant company

⊱ he’s a sweetheart!! you really don’t deserve him after all that lmao

♨︎ mikage reo

⊱ your grudge has to be personal to have a problem with this guy. he’s so charismatic, what did he do to deserve this?

⊱ maybe you're irritated that he's never had to work a day in his life? maybe it's the fact that he's always hogging the top positions in school clubs and leaderboards? maybe you can't wrap your head around why everyone seems to like him so much?

⊱ he's probably used to some randos at school trying to start a rivalry with him, but he doesn't think much of them in all honesty. he has better things to spend his time and energy on than some no-namer that isn't even in the school's top 10

⊱ depending on how interesting you are, he might respond differently. if you’re lucky:

⊱ he’s very… smug. on purpose. he doesn’t actually care about why you’re picking a bone with him. his family name alone guarantees some level of animosity towards him in certain circles. however, he does relish in the way your expression drops every time you make eye contact. he’d only egg you on if he thinks you’re worth giving any sort of reaction to, meaning he finds you interesting enough to keep poking at. if you’re lucky, he winks at you every time he catches you glaring. if you back down and look away, he might even laugh to himself, amused by your reaction

⊱ his amusement with your inexplicable infuriation is sickening tbh, he’ll go out of his way to tease you about it just to see you get riled up. and the worst part is? he thinks you look cute when you’re mad

⊱ might fuck around and tell you that straight to your face just to gauge your reaction, and it’s difficult to hold on to that hatred in your heart when he’s just so damn charming

♨︎ barou shouei

⊱ honestly… who isn’t enemies with this guy?

⊱ you didn’t even have to try to get on his bad side. it was probably an accident tbh? maybe you bumped into each other while walking in opposite directions. maybe you spoke a little too loud while he was trying to focus on his work. maybe you were too distracting during one of games? none of these things are really your fault, he’s just looking for reasons to dislike people

⊱ he just keeps… noticing you? it’s not that he’s actively looking for you or anything, you two just seem to coincidentally have similar schedules; he doesn’t go out of his way to bother you, instead choosing to move on with his day with a “tsk” and an eye roll

⊱ interestingly enough, you don’t notice these coincidences, at least not immediately. and why would you? barou’s a ‘lone wolf’ kind of guy, it’s not like anyone willingly seeks him out

⊱ when you finally pick up on the fact that this hulking beast of a man seems to stare you down every time you happen to be in the same room, at some point you decide to swallow your nerves and ask him what the problem is

⊱ never expected you to actually confront him. in fact, he actually seemed surprised when you asked him directly. he assumed you would get the hint and avoid him but alas, you simply aren’t someone who tolerates this kind of treatment. someone who bites back? kinda hot, er, irritating

⊱ can’t give a concrete answer, and you won’t take a “tsk” or a “none of your business, pleb” for an answer. eventually he’ll just yell at you to leave him alone

⊱ don’t, keep at it! be the person that greets him every morning before class; wave at him in the halls with a bright smile; piss him off on purpose; make him wince at the thought of you and sneer at the sight of you. don’t back down! don’t let him win!

⊱ it may not be love quite yet, but hey, you’ve certainly gotten this king’s attention!

♨︎ shidou ryuusei

⊱ i don’t think this guy has ever had a good first impression with anyone tbh

⊱ it's not that he seeks out enemies, he's just an annoying guy at his core. staying true to himself just naturally attracts side-eyeing and sighing, poor guy not really

⊱ you just don’t really like him?? he’s too loud, too blunt, too forward, and sometimes it feels like he’s targeting you he is, duh

⊱ no concept of a personal bubble: always poking you, putting his arm around you for no reason, and leaning far too close for comfort when talking to you

⊱ definitely the type to “flirt” by just being annoying. he doesn’t have even like you like that yet, he just loves your reaction

⊱ match!! 👏 his!! 👏 energy!! 👏

⊱ would be caught off-guard if you turned the tables and start pestering him back. he expects you to tell him off or ignore him because that’s how most people react to his teasing. the fact that you go out of your way to get revenge is, honestly, exciting

⊱ good luck trying to get rid of him now lol, you’re stuck with this guy forever poor sae

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hello!!! i hope your day is going amazing!! could you write fluff for barou? it’s alright if you can’t :) hes hard to write for lol take care <33

Character: Shoei Baro

Gender neutral reader

Author’s note: Well anon…you’re right. Characters like him are hard to write 😅 (sorry if it’s late and really short. 🥲)

I tell you, Baro’s one tough guy.

He’s usually like: “I’m the king.” “Move for the sake of my goal.” and that sorta shit.

But when you and him started dating, he’s a real softie around you and he refuses to show it in front of others.

PDA is not Baro’s thing. Like I said, he’s not letting others see his soft side.

Will treat you like an absolute king/queen.

He’d do anything for you. He’d make your bed, do your hair, cook, etc.

You better calm him down when he’s angry as fuck.

Baro will always love you for who you are.

Written by onyxez.

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Kyotani Kentarou who responds with enthusiasm when you tell him you want to take a self-defense class.

Who’s expression then softens considerably because he knows *exactly* why you want to. Why you *need* to do it to feel safer.

Kyotani Kentarou who shows up at your house a few weeks later asking if you’re ready for the class you didn’t even know you were scheduled to take. Who tells you your gym clothes are cute and fills an extra huge bottle of water just in case you drink all of yours and need more.

Kyotani Kentarou who talks animatedly about the class the whole drive over and preemptively threatens anyone who even *thinks* of toppling you. Who grins and bears those sharp fangs when you arrive at a familiar gym and see Tanaka Ryuunosuke at the front of the class. “I didn’t trust anybody else to teach you. I tried a bunch of classes and his is by far the best.” “Wait..you’ve been taking self-defense classes alone?” You’re confused and curious because you can see the faintest wash of pink on his cheeks and ears. “Yeah I mean..I wanted to take a full class to make sure I would be the perfect sparring partner for you.” Kyotani Kentarou who never stops showing just how much he would do for you. Just what lengths he would go for you. To feel safe and loved with him. To feel comfortable and vulnerable with him. Kyotani Kentarou who leans against your kitchen counter with a bag of frozen corn over dark bruising painted around his left eye, proud to wear it because you went all out just like he told you to. Allowed you to so that you could see your own power. So that you could see what you’re capable of. “Next week I wanna see bruises on these ribs.” He lifts his shirt, flashing those fangs again. “Make me proud again.”

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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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🗣 COOOOCK

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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

ft — hyoma chigiri, barou shoei, yukimiya kenyu & itoshi sae.

cw — fem!reader. chigiri: breath play. orgasm control. dacryphilia. barou: blowjob, cum eating, power play. kenyu: lots of dirty talk. cunnilingus. overstim. sae: degradation. spit. pussy slapping.

ぞ | CHIGIRI is usually versatile, in how he fucks you. you switch your dynamics every so often, and he loves being fucked into a mess as much as he likes making a mess out of you.

however, his very favourite thing to do, is this — having you pressed to the sheets on your back, his hand wrapped tight around your throat, pulling breathy pleas and gasps from your mouth, as he makes you grind your dripping pussy on his thigh.

"that's right, pretty." he breathes, eyes laser-focused on the way your swollen clit touches his muscled thigh, as he hovers over you, pushing his knee harder against your cunt, causing your legs to jerk as they lay spread around his own. "you're almost there, aren't you?"

you try to answer, but he tightens his fingers around your throat further at that moment, and it's only a choked exhale that makes its way out of you. "answer me?" he says it rhetorically, because he knows you cant. "hurry up, angel. or d'you want me to stop?"

you shake your head, eyes going wide at the suggestion, because fuck, he's been doing this the whole damn night.

you don't know how he's able to maintain himself, because you can see how stiff and heavy his cock has gotten; it drools precum onto your stomach every now and then, as he remains positioned over you, hair falling across the sides of his face in pretty, magenta curtains as he rocks his knee back and forth between your legs.

teasing, teasing. "p—please." you murmur, taking the chance when he relaxes his hold on you for a second. "mhm?" he asks, before tapping a tear off your cheek, with one finger.

and you look so beautiful, desperate and begging to cum, grinding your wet cunt over his thigh in short, hurried rolls of your hips as you try to reach your climax within the limited time he's given you — tearing up as you try to breathe and answer his questions from around the literal chokehold he's got on you.

he needs to see more.

so he laughs lightly when you sob, as he pulls his thigh away from you, the cold air hitting your clit and making your own thighs close together, the warmth of his body retracting from yours. "no, no, please— can't take it anymore, hyoma."

"you can." he says simply, and he leans down to give you a kiss, as if that'll solve all your frustration, while he continues toying with you, perhaps for the entire rest of the night.

ぞ | BAROU sits on the sofa like it's a throne, hands gripping the arm rests, head thrown back against the plush headrest as he lets out a groan, wallowing in the feeling of your mouth around his big, fat cock.

"fuck, princess." he grunts, feeling the way you tremble and shiver as you try to fit him all the way, thick cockhead hitting the back of your throat and making it constrict around him. "tryin' her best for me, isn't she?"

you can't say anything, because if you do, you'd run out of breath and have to get off his cock — which wouldn't do, because you needed to get him to cum, as quick as you could. he liked it fast.

he doesn't talk much, the only signs of his pleasure that you receive being the way his body shudders with your tentative sucks, and the stifled grunt he gives you, every time you hollow your cheeks out around him.

he's so big, thighs and legs encircling you as you kneel between them, and every time he looks down at you, his gaze both condescending and full of bliss as you meet it, you think god, he's majestic. he's right when he tells people he's on a higher level than them, because you think you'll never meet someone whose cock feels as good as his does, filling you up and stretching you out so completely.

you need it, need to be in his lap, bounced on his big cock, his muscled body so gorgeous under yours as he fucks you slow and deep — calling you his princess, as he cums in you and stuffs you with everything he's got in those big, heavy balls of his.

you need it.

so you reach over, palm his balls and run your fingers lightly over the sensitive skin of them, as you suck on his tip and grip the rest of his cock in your fist, needing him to cum, so he can do it a second time inside you. your shoei has stamina, and he always shows it off to you — he just likes having you worship him a little first.

"fuck, fuck, let go, princess—" he mutters under his breath, chest heaving, after only a few minutes. "gonna cum. let go, s' i can cum."

grabbing you by the hair, he tugs your lips off of his cock, and it slaps against his stomach before he's got it fisted in his own, larger hand, pumping the full length of it till he cums — thick, hot ropes of white splattering his abs and thighs as his eyes roll back into his head.

"nngh," he breathes out, finally, looking down to watch you as you sit obediently between his legs, on the floor. "clean this up for me, princess."

and without a second thought, you sit up, placing a hand on his knee to push yourself a little higher, as you let your tongue out, to lick all the cum off his body and thighs, and to suck up the rest of it that's still leaking out of his cock.

"good girl." he says, because you really are. such a good girl for him.

ぞ | YUKIMIYA owns a silver tongue; and he likes using it to its fullest potential, slicking you up with it as he lulls sentence after sentence to you, humming praise into your cunt as he eats you out.

"pretty, pretty little pussy." he coos, shoulders forcing you to spread your thighs apart for him, as he pulls the hood of your clit up to give the throbbing pearl a teasing kiss. "all mine, yeah?"

"mm," you moan, barely able to understand what he's saying, through the haze he's pushed you into, racking orgasm after orgasm into your body with just that silver tongue of his.

"my pretty pussy's gonna take everything i give her, then?" he says, lapping at the wetness that leaks out of your fluttering hole, pleased when you shiver in response. you don't answer his question, though, and after a second, he looks up from between your legs, eyes narrowed.

"asked you something, love." he says, voice lower. "you'll take everything i give you?"

"mhm," you nod, almost frantic, then. "i will! whatever you want, kenyu."

"that's a good girl." he smiles, and without pause, he dives back into your cunt, elliciting a cry out of you, high pitched and sweet to his ears. "would be troublesome, if you didn't want to take it all. pretty slut doesn't wanna upset me now, does she?"

you feel the next orgasm building within your stomach then, and you've forgotten how many he's given you already — which is a daunting thing, because you don't know what he'll do if he asks, and you answer him wrong.

but you respond to his current question fervently, wanting nothing more than to please your boyfriend as he has his fill of you. "don't want you to be upset, kenyu."

"i know, love." he sighs, kissing your clit again. "i dont want to be upset with you, either."

and with that, he rips yet another orgasm out of you, so skillfull with the way he uses his tongue, going drunk on how you taste as you gush all over his face, and how lovely you sound when you're crying out, no more, no more, you've had enough.

humming in satisfaction with how your cunt clenches around his tongue, he pulls your thighs over his shoulders, and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the swollen bud and elevating your high even further.

you sob, trying to get him to stop, but he doesn't listen — you'd said you'd take everything he gives you, only a moment ago, hadn't you?

"too many, kenyu." you mumble, entire body so sensitive to everything, now. "too many."

"too many?" he asks, and you realize you might've just said the wrong thing, as he looks up at you again, eyes flashing as they meet yours.

"too many?" he repeats, mouth drenched in your slick, lips sticky and glistening with it. "how many, then? tell me. how many has it been?"

ぞ | SAE has you bent over his knees, sitting on the bed with your skirt flipped up, revealing your bare ass and cunt to him. your panties hang at your ankles, dropped down when he carelessly yanked them off of you, and he's resting his forearm on your lower back — using lithe fingers to toy with your cunt.

his cock rubs against your stomach, hot and wet even through the clothes, and you know he's enjoying this — but you can't really complain, because you are, too.

"count for me." he says, and you tell him you will, body tensing up immediately, anticipation crawling through your bones at what he's going to do.

at first, he just fingers you, two digits sliding in and out of you with each lazy snap of his wrist, thumb on your clit as he does it.

"how many?" he says then, and you stay still and obedient, waiting for him to finish the question. "how many did you take last time?"

"e—eleven." you murmur, and he draws his fingers out of your cunt instantly, landing a sharp slap on your clit instead. you flinch, hole fluttering pathetically, as he clicks his tongue. "speak clearly for me, will you? little slut."

"eleven," you cry out, louder. "eleven, sae! i took eleven."

"that's better." he gives your clit a rewarding pinch, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips when your body jerks up in reaction. "take fifteen for me this time, then."

it's not a question, not a request, and you nod pliantly, before quickly giving him a yes. "that first one didn't count." he adds, rubbing over your pulsing clit.

then, after a few seconds, he does it again. slap! "count."

"one!" you moan, as he pulls your legs apart, leaning further back onto the bed and giving you room to spread them a little, before slapping your pussy again. and you count, ever so obedient, "two!"

bright, green eyes stare at your clit, using two fingers to spread your folds apart so he can touch it better. you take in a breath, trying to steel yourself— slap! "four!" slap! "f—five!"

"you like this, don't you?" he says, collecting some of your slick on his fingers, before bringing his hand to your face, to show you. "look at you. all fucking wet, 'cause i'm slapping your little slut cunt."

he raises his fingers to his mouth, then, sucking your wetness off.

"dirty thing." he mutters, before he slaps you again, your clit tingling happily upon the harsh impact.

"six!" you count, because yeah, you do like it. so much.

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many fluffy thoughts about ran haitani for your comfort and mine

girl help, i-i- *vomits ran fluff onto your dash*

What’s it like having Ran as your partner? Gender-neutral HCs

Ran doesn’t fall so easily but when he does, you’ll have yourself a doting, caring partner who loves to pamper you.

➼ Ran would want you to look your best, and not only so you’d look good standing next to him! (lol) Because he loves you, he’d want you to feel confident in the way you look. He might take you to his regular salon, offer style advice, or even introduce you to a skincare or haircare routine if you don’t already have one. Before you go out into the streets together, he’d tell you how good you look and remind you to keep your chin up. After all, someone like you, who managed to steal his heart, should stand proud.

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cw: fluff, you and barou have a daughter, barou being an extra husband, a little crack ig

It’s only once Shoei has his first child that your friends and family start to see what you’ve seen in him all these years.

The living room is decked in hues of pink, cream, white and gold - balloon arches and overfilled bouquets of flowers fill the corners and spill out into the open backyard, and for some ungodly reason, an ice sculpture that shares the likeness of your family of three sits in the center of a banquet table, already suffering under the weight of far too many elaborate dishes.

You’d agreed to a barbecue for your six month old’s half-birthday, and he should be happy you even allowed for a half-birthday celebration at all, but there are suit and tie-clad waiters offering cocktails to slightly overdressed guests, and the only word you can think of is excess.

Nonetheless, clustered with a mixed group of your friends from high school and college, you accept a mojito and watch him from afar. Barou is not the smiling type, unless it’s a grin meant to taunt, but today he actually seems to beam, holding his daughter (who you keep worrying will drown in the weight of her frilly dress) close.

His princess.

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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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Can i request Raichi reaction when his s/o is sick or exhausted from a tired day and cant handle his hothead anymore? Thank you

EXHAUSTED S/O + RAICHI JINGO

warnings: gender neutral!reader; not proofread + check pinned post for request status and rules

it suprises him. when you yell at him to stop being so angry at everything, it surprises him. he never saw it coming, not with you being so patient and loving with him despite his personality.

after surprise, it comes worry. he gets so worried about your wellbeing, but he doesn't really know how to act towards you. should he ask what's wrong? should he just hug you? should he stay away? what if you get even more mad if he goes closer or talk? but what if you get mad with him not getting closer or talk?

the first thing that came to his mind is opening his arms, so he does it. he opens his strong arms widely and looks at you with such a soft stare, you can't help but also get a little softer. when you throw yourself into his arms, he released the breath he didn't even know he was holding.

his embrace is so warm and so comfortable, you feel completely safe on his arms. while you two hug, he would patiently wait for you to talk about what is bothering you. if you don't talk about it, he will just pull you into a cuddle session and tickle your sides till you're crying from laughter.

he let's you sleep like that, hugging him and forgetting about all your problems and tiredness ♡

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cw: fluff, you and barou have a daughter, barou being an extra husband, a little crack ig

It’s only once Shoei has his first child that your friends and family start to see what you’ve seen in him all these years.

His princess.

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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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𝟑:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ⋮ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈.

“shuji are you asleep?” you tap at his arm, hovering over his figure. hanma swears that if his eyes weren’t closed, they might have twitched.

“fuckin’ hell, baby. yes,” he grumbles, “i am asleep.”

“then how’d you answer,” you huff. he can practically hear the pout in your tone, and hanma would think it’s adorable—really, he would. he’d crack a smile and giggle at your antics if it wasn’t three am right now, and if he wasn’t so drained from cracking skulls open all day.

he wonders if maybe if he ignores you, you’ll simply go away.

you, of course, don’t. “shuji, don’t ignore me, it’s rude.” he offers you nothing but silence. “oh, shujiii,” you hum, voice all but singing as you poke the tip of his nose, “shuji, i know you can hear me. i’ll die if you don’t—”

“baby, i love that mouth of yours, it’s done great things. but i’m gonna duct tape it,” he warns, finally cracking his eyes open and glaring at you. two amber (and rather irritated) orbs meet your elated ones, and maybe if he wasn’t so damn used to giving in to you, his eyes would be a bit more stern—instead, they falter when they meet your grin.

“oh no,” you giggle, “what a shame it would be if you duct taped my mouth and tied me up,” you wriggle your brows, making his lips curl at the edges in an amused grin against his will. chuckling, he shifts to face you properly, raising a brow as you brush a few loose strands of hair from his face.

“is that why you’re buggin’ me? cause you’re horny in the middle of the night?”

“no, i just got bored,” you murmur, slumping over his figure and digging your face into his chest, “but if you are, then i’m not gonna say no because i’d never say no to you,” you offer (too) sweetly. his arms instantly wrap around you, an exaggerated grunt pulling from his lips when your weight presses over him.

“well, i’m not, so get sleepy instead. or i’ll put you to sleep forever,” he clicks his teeth in what seems like irritation, but his hand still finds its way to the small of your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin as you inhale his scent.

it’s been a while since you’ve felt him like this, under your touch and against your skin—and hanma shuji knows life with a fugitive isn’t one you’re meant for. he knows in the long run, it’s not even possible for him to consider a future with you when he’s constantly on the run and hiding. but something about this, about you, draws him back every time—even if it means he has to be interrupted just as he’s about to fall asleep.

“you’d never,” you say with a cheeky grin, pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest. the loose ponytail he wears to bed tickles your cheek, the smell of your shampoo in his hair meeting your nose. “then how else would you get home cooked meals?”

“baby, cracking an egg into ramen doesn’t make you a chef,” he snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he feels you pout. this time, he does crack a smile—and it’s a rather wide one if he’s being honest.

“well, at least one of us can crack an egg,” you argue back, hand tracing small loops of your initials with his. he tries not to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, but he finds he tries even harder to fight back the relief.

and hanma tries to convince himself that here, in your home, in the comforts of your bed and the gentleness of your embrace, he belongs. because you’re perfect—you’re warm and sweet and your lips trickle with honeyed laughter that someone with sins as heavy as his doesn’t deserve to hear. but you’re stubborn, and if hanma shuji is damned to hell, he thinks you’d find a way to still bring heaven to him, clutched in the palm of one hand as the other reaches for his.

he kisses the side of your head, indulging you (and himself, though he never admits it) in the small bit of affection he can offer you. he can’t hold your hand and show you the world, and he can’t follow you to the ends of the earth, but he can let you interrupt his (much needed) sleep for moments like these.

and it’s enough. for now, he’s grateful it’s more than enough for you.

“are you sleepy yet?” he mutters, “cause if i get grumpy i might just get dangerous.”

“ooh, how ferocious of you,” you tease, reaching to pinch his cheek. he grunts, shooting you a glare as he swats your hand away. “my dangerous little gangster, aren’t you,” you giggle.

“you know, on the streets, the people are scared of me, baby,” he insists, scowling at the beam on your face. but something warm spreads through his chest, something that almost feels like he’s swallowed the sun whole on a cold night, light and comforting as it seeps into his bones and melts him from within.

something that feels like he’s reached the gates of heaven even as hell calls for his name, dragging him by the ankles, but never enough to fight the grasp of your hand in his as you tug.

“that’s because they’ve never seen you try to crack an egg,” you chuckle, “if they did, then they’d know you’re just stupid.”

“i’m a killer.”

“but you’re cute too,” you counter, “who says you can’t be both?”

if hanma had to describe love in one word, he thinks he’d choose stupid. because if he’s stupid enough to walk through your door and climb through your windows no matter the risks, you’re stupid enough to welcome him with open arms and a saccharine smile.

so he laughs, giggly and real and just a little stupidly in love. “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, baby, the world would ruin you,” he mumbles, tracing your cheek with a rough fingertip.

“well, you’ve got your scary street cred,” you tease. “you wouldn’t let it happen,” you whisper quietly, so sure of him that it’s almost unbearably painful.

“i might if you don’t let me go to fuckin’ sleep,” he grumbles. his lips press into your forehead, and for a moment, you both let yourselves be foolish enough to think it’ll all be okay.

notes: this is really self-indulgent so it's more for me than anything, but if you read this and enjoyed then that's pretty dope too :)

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shadyjinyoung · 2 years

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Hey hope you’re eating and drinking enough water. I wanna request a Izana, Kakucho, Hamna, Ran, and Rindou (Tenjiku time) meeting their future kids. Thank you, hope you have a nice week and pass your exams.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮, 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡��, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟? (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?)

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃-𝟏𝟗.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚

Someone’s watching us.

“Hey.” You glanced up at your preoccupied boyfriend as he stared down the empty hallway of your apartment building. It would be lying to say you hadn't felt someone's gaze on you two all evening, especially when Izana had taken you out to dinner earlier. “Is something wrong?”

Izana shook his head in response, softly caressing your cheek as a tight-lipped smile replaced his concerned expression. He would never voice his restless thoughts in fear of making you worry; it was his duty to keep you safe at all costs. “Nothing at all, sweetheart. It’s late, get some sleep.”

Uneasiness crept up your spine at the way he dodged your question, never dropping the tension lingering in his brow. A crack of thunder could be heard approaching in the distance, signaling the impending storm would be rolling in sometime during the night in which Izana would not be present. “Do you want to stay over? It's going to rain soon.”

“Tomorrow, pretty girl.” Izana replied, placing a chaste peck on your forehead. His heart ached at the sight of your teary eyes, wanting him to change his decision and indulge your needy request. “Cheer up. I have early morning plans with Kakucho, don’t wanna wake you. I promise to spoil you all day tomorrow.”

The unsettling prick of surveillance cuts through the atmosphere once again and this time Izana cannot brush it off. The looming threat needed to be neutralized as soon as possible. He nearly walked off without saying a word until he felt your warm embrace latching onto his turned back, grounding him back to reality.

“I love you, Izana.” You whispered, hugging him one last time before entering your apartment and bidding him goodnight. Those affectionate words always caused his heartbeat to quicken and spasm no matter how many times you’ve exchanged them over the past couple of months.

“I know.”

Icy droplets littered the isolated streets, pounding against the concrete as Izana's footsteps echoed through the alleyway. He had noticed the second set of steps following close behind as soon as he had he left your apartment complex. They matched his pace, direction and rhythm, it was eerie how within the next minute, they went silent.

Serves them right, I really did not want to kill anyone tonight.

Tenjiku's homebase was abandoned for the evening as the meeting to discuss the upcoming battle with Toman would not be until tomorrow morning. Izana relaxed at the feeling of being alone for once, despite how much he had grown to hate loneliness as a child, it brought comfort when he needed it the most. The empire he had strived to build was right before him, subordinates ready to carry out his orders left and right and impenetrable team of ruthless fighters eager to defend the King's will.

Izana's pleasant daydream was cut short with a sharp impact coming in from his side. He managed to block the blow with his forearm, sending a defensive kick towards the attacker who easily dodged the incoming assault.

“You’re a real bastard for leaving Mom all by herself,” The intruder muttered, cradling his aching fist as he backed away from his overpowered victim. The malice in his voice increased as he spoke once again, this time bringing someone else into the conversation. “She hates thunderstorms especially when she’s alone.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Izana fired back, walking towards his target. “How the hell did you get here? Answer me before I beat the shit out of you.”

A carbon copy of Izana, practically identical with a few distinct features, the familiarity bothered him, it was as if he had recognized the boy’s face from long ago. “I’m your son, dumbass.”

Izana scoffed, pushing him against the wall as he wrapped a deadly hand around the boy's throat, squeezing down on his windpipe as a sadistic grin ran across his features. “That’s impossible, I don’t have any kids. Not any to be as old as you are.”

“S-She named me after you," The mysterious boy choked out, gripping at Izana's arm, too weak to fight back and free himself. “My name... is Ren Kurokawa!” He continued, narrowing his pale violet irises at Izana. They're devoid of life, instead a cloud of poison reflects from those beautiful irises, shaking Izana to his core. Such a hateful expression should never be seen in a child’s eyes. “I’m 15, born in the year 2XXX. Y/N L/N is my mother. You, Izana Kurokawa, are my father.”

“That’s my earring, where did you get it?” Izana questioned, freeing Ren and reaching out to examine the cherished accessory before his hand was violently slapped away.

“M-Mom gave me this earring,” Ren coughed, struggling to regulate his breathing after nearly suffocating at his father's murderous hands. “It’s important to her. She made me promise to keep it safe.”

Izana finds himself falling in love with you even more, infatuated with the fact you will both eventually share a child together. He's done it. He's found his family. He has created his perfect future.

“I want to show you something, come with me.” Izana ordered, dragging Ren along the endless space of his kingdom. It was comforting to know he could have someone follow in his footsteps, carry on his legacy, to continue his life’a mission if he were ever

“What is this place?”

Izana's eyes shined with pride, arms extending high and wide to present the fruits of his hard work. “One of Tenjiku’s hideouts. Our main base of operations, if you will."

"This is where the Tokyo Manji Gang will face Tenjiku..." Ren concluded, stumbling upon the realization of what past timeline he stumbled into.

“A war is going to break out soon, Ren. It’s a predetermined victory. This battle’s victory belongs to Tenjiku. Toman will be crushed, and Mikey will fall. I will end everything here. Unlike the people in my life, I promised Y/N I would come back to her after this, we're going to build a golden future together."

"Will you though?" Ren sighed at the determination present on his father's face, knowing there was nothing in the world he could say to stop his plans. The future is predetermined, trying to fix it would risk changing the timeline he originated from. "You should call off the fight... people are going to die. Are you okay with that?"

Izana turned to face Ren, a bittersweet grin illuminating his manic eyes as he patted the boy on the head. A sickening chill ran up Ren’s spine at the way Izana presented himself with such unwavering pride and strength. "I will trample over anyone threatens to ruin my success. One day, this will be yours, Ren."

The scattered pieces finally come together, the reason why Izana is not present in any of your future pictures dated after this specific conflict. He was a destined casualty, fated to be killed by one of his own comrades. Izana was unknowingly walking into his own deathtrap. The endless lectures he received from you suddenly made sense, discouraging him from engaging in gang related activity or delinquent behavior.

"Ren, please stop looking for trouble. As your mother, I hate cleaning up your wounds when you come home. You act just like your father when he was your age."

“Don't compare me to that bastard. How can you still love the man that left you all alone, Mom? I would never forgive him.”

“One day you’ll understand, Ren.” You sigh, wiping away the dirt and dried blood from your son's bruised cheek as he awaits your harsh scolding. Instead, he comes face to face with a longing smile on your visage, a line of tears skimming along your lash line. “Izana's love is always around me; I can feel it every time I wake up and every time I go to sleep. Your father left a part of himself behind, something for me to nurture and grow with.”

“How so?” Ren scoffs, wincing as you patch up up his torn up knuckles.

A cloud of gloominess occupies the space in your glimmering irises, the curve of your smile falters as you reaffirm your own thoughts. “I have you! My precious baby boy, I promise your Dad loves you. He would’ve done anything to be here with us… he wanted to be with us.”

Kakucho enters the living room, noting the tension between mother and son and the wavering tone in your voice. “W-Would you mind finishing up for me? I need to get started on dinner.”

Ren knows he’s hurt your feelings, it was apparent with the way you avoided his piercing gaze, for if you stared into them too long, Izana’s face would manifest right before you. The tears would begin to flow once again and he would be faced with having to help his mother cope with her grief again.

The pair sits in silence, not a single word being exchanged until the older man speaks up. "People followed Izana because they respected him not because they feared him.”

Ren let out a dry laugh, disregarding the curious glance his uncle spares him. “Respect, my ass. He was a selfish bastard who never made it home to his so called ‘love-of-his-life’, leaving her to mourn his death in solitude.”

“Your father made me promise to watch over your mother, Ren.” Kakucho replies, continuing the cleanup as the child passively listened to his voice. “When I found out Y/N was expecting you, my priority became raising you to be the man Izana would have wanted you to be.”

Ren shakes his head in disbelief, unable to believe his father could have made such a selfless decision considering how manic he was. “You always defend him, Uncle Kaku. I have a right to be upset, you know! He made Mom carry a crippling burden all on her own. I hate that man, if I were to ever meet him… I’d punch him straight in the face.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Ren.” Kakucho warns, tightening the bandage on the adolescent’s hand. A sympathetic expression washes over his face as he heads towards the kitchen, signaling Ren to follow. “You never know if it’ll come true.”

Ren turned his attention back to the conversation, coming to terms with the fact this would soon become a distant memory. A form of necessary closure, an opportunity to speak with the man he once presumed to hate and now came to admire, just a bit. “My time is up, Izana."

"Y/N and I..." Izana whispered, a tinge of anxiety lacing his words as he presented his question. "Are we still in love in the future? Am I making her happy?"

Ren nodded, his voice softening as he “You’re gonna love each other until the day you die.”

"Right..." Izana paused, a soft smile dances on the curve of his lips. Somehow the answer is reassuring yet comes as a subtle warning of sorts. His heart weighs heavy in his chest as if to advise that no more information should be discovered. “Maybe I don’t need to know any more than that.”

“I wish I could say the same, Dad.” Your son returned the gesture, biting back the tears forming in his orchid eyes as he waved goodbye to the man he would never reunite with. The man who was responsible for his existence, the man who laid down his life to keep his beloved

"One more thing!" Ren shouted as he began to disappear, running towards Izana's outstretched hand. Their hands meet for a moment before brushing through the air like strands of wind being carried along in the breeze.

"Don't trust Kisaki and Hanma... please."

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

“Daddy’s here!”

Two minutes ago, Rindou Haitani was sure as hell he had no children of his own. Right now, he’s questioning his entire existence and decisions made up until this point in time. Especially when there’s a tiny preschooler latching onto him in hysterics and claiming him as his father.

“Hey, who let this little brat in here!?” Rindou screeched as he motioned to the child clinging to his boot, shaking him back and forth in an effort to get rid of him. Another Tenjiku subordinate attempted to remove the boy from Rindou’s leg but was met with a fierce bite on the hand.

Children are terrifying.

The child pawed at his uniform, making little grabby hands towards Rindou in an attempt to climb up his leg. "Daddy, play with Hikaru. "

Rindou was confused, terrified and downright nauseous at the way the child clung to him. He’s not fond of kids, he's not the fatherly type, he's not even in a relationship. "Do I look like your Daddy, you brat!?"

"You are my Daddy." Hikaru answered brightly, pointing to his hair and his uniform. He stared up at the younger Haitani as if he were in the presence of a celebrity, giggling and squealing as he elaborated on the statement. “Mama said Daddy used to have cotton candy hair and that he was in a super scary gang!"

Unfortunately, the boy was right about both of those things. Except who the fuck knows so much about his personal life?

Rindou pushed the child away, backing up to create distance between the two of them. He shuddered at the idea of having a child, especially now considering how needy and grubby they are. The more he observed the little monster, the more he realized there was a close resemblance. “I ain’t your dad, kid. Shoo, shoo!”

Hikaru fell onto his back, pouting at Rindou's harsh words as incoming tears welled up in his violet hues before bursting into loud sobs. He curled himself up into a tiny ball, glancing in between the crowd for some comfort as his cries intensified. "Mama! I want my Mama!"

"No, no, no. Don't cry!" Rindou huffed, caving in and picking up the bratty child, lightly patting his back in order to soothe his temper tantrum. If this is what parenting is like, Rindou is holding off from having his kids anytime soon. “Ugh, fuck... Who’s your mom, kid?”

“Mama’s name is Y/N...” Hikaru sniffled, a light trail of snot now coating Rindou's uniform, much to his growing disgust. A fiery arrow of shock pierced Rindou's mind, his thoughts were scattered, palms sweaty as he struggled to form words. The pounding his chest was beginning to become overwhelming as he processed the weight behind the child's words. "I want Mama. Where's Mama?"

This is Y/N's brat. This is my brat. This is our brat? Holy fuck, we have a brat. This is a joke; this has to be some sick ass joke Ran must have planned.

“Rindou!" Ran shouted in the background, approaching the chaotic scene unfolding before him as he glanced between Hikaru and his presumed father. “I have a nephew and you never told me? I’m so hurt.”

The younger Haitani scoffed at his brother’s words ignoring the fake tears littering Ran’s cheeks as he started playing with the boy. “I do not have a kid, Ran!”

Ran pointed at Hikaru in disbelief before covering the little one’s ears and raising his voice once again. “Rindou, he’s literally the spitting image of you as a kid. I see some of Y/N’s features in there too. You two make adorable children.”

Rindou sighed, the rosy tint on his face burning brighter than the sun. The farthest boundary Rindou has crossed was holding your hand, as friends. He still struggled with finding a perfect opportunity to properly ask you out. "Y/N and I are not together. I haven’t even touched her like that. She’s my best friend.”

Ran smirked, a teasing glint illuminating his devious expression. “Still haven’t made a move, Rindou? Better hurry before I drop by and whisk her away.”

Hikaru now tugged on Ran’s jacket, turning his attention to the older Haitani as he reached out for him. His cute lavender irises matched the pouty expression on his sweet little face. “Uncle Ran, carry Hikaru! Carry Hikaru, please!”

Rindou’s heart churned in delight at how easily Ran accepted the child’s demands. He was always the best older brother when they were growing up, patient, strong, and gentle.

Most of the time…

Ran gushed as the child played with his braids, wincing as soon as he tugged on them with a brutal force. “Aw... He’s just like you, Rindou. You always wanted to be carried as a kid. How old are you, little guy?"

His nephew held up his hand, signaling the age he "Hikaru is five, gonna be six soon!"

The lingering Tenjiku members fought back snickers at the soft aura radiating from the Haitani brothers. The duo who was supposed to be known for ruining lives and murdering a notorious gang leader in their youth was playing house with a random little boy.

Rindou narrowed his eyes at the group, pointing Ran's baton at them as he threatened them with an incoming punishment. “Next person who laughs is getting their joints realigned, motherfuckers!"

The watch on Hikaru's tiny wrist beeped as if to warn the child that his time was up. "Hikaru has to go... Bye-bye Daddy! Bye-Bye Uncle Ran!"

Just like that, Hikaru was gone. Back to his own timeline.

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

Ran chuckled, elbowing his younger brother and handing him his cellphone, conveniently opened on your contact profile. "I think we just met your future son. I'd say this is perfect time to confess, hm?"

Rindou’s romantic feelings towards you are a well-kept secret, mostly well-kept considering Ran is the only person aware of the situation. His shaky breaths echoed over the phone as he waited for you to answer on the other end of the line, relaxing once he heard your sleepy voice ask if he was okay. “Y/N, it’s Rindou. I know it’s late, sorry. Can I come over? I need to tell you something… it’s important.”

𝐑𝐚𝐧

“Papa! Oh my god, I found you."

Ran Haitani is not an oblivious fool, he was aware he was being followed all throughout the day, by a young girl, nonetheless. What reasoning was is unknown, what her idenity a

"You're not very smart." Ran toyed with his braids, an amused chuckle escaping his chest as he watched the madness unfold. “You can’t just waltz in here without expecting a fight, little lady.”

The teenage girl scoffed, stepping forward a few feet as she argued in her defense. Her face flared up with a scarlet hue, a mix of fury and humilation lacing her voice as she spoke. “It’s Momo! Your daughter, the light of your life, your little girl?”

Rindou chuckled, whistling over his Tenjiku subordinates and pointing in the direction of the intruder. The men obediently followed their superior's orders, stalking towards the source of their troubles. “She’s fuckin’ insane, bro. Get her, boys."

“I’m not crazy, let go of me!”

Ran hummed, amused with what he was hearing and deciding to indulge her claims. “Prove it, sweetheart. Any potential daughter of mine should know how to fight, yeah?”

“Mom was right about you two being complete idiots!” Momo huffed, kicking and biting at her captors before pulling a baton out of her left boot. The first round of opponents stepped forward, believing a quick ambush would be enough to stop a girl her size, it would be an easy victory.

Or so they thought.

Ran and Rindou watched in disbelief as she took them down with ease, weaving her way through her attackers with an elegance they had never witnessed before. She knew how to subdue multiple targets, locking the joints of her opponents and breaking their limbs within seconds, a technique which Rindou was famously recognized for.

Momo stomped towards the brothers, gracefully swinging the weapon at the Tenjiku members who dared to lunge at her. Her fighting style definitely mirrored Ran's own defensive stance, the fire blazing in her lilac irises reflected pure malice. “Want me to prove myself, Papa? Uncle Rin-Rin has two moles and a scar on his left buttcheek that literally makes a smiley face.”

Rindou’s fiery temper flared up at the statement, glaring menacingly at his older brother, the only one who knew about his most initiate secrets. “How the fuck does she know that!?”

A sadistic grin illuminated her features, similar to her father's when he knows he's won the fight. “Papa, you have Mom’s initials tattooed in between your ring finger! She has yours on her wrist.”

Ran walked into the ongoing feud, too intrigued to have the bloodshed continue any longer. His subordinates parted like the sea, clearing a path between the eldest Haitani and the intruder. "Stand down, gentlemen. I'm gonna have a chat with the girly."

It was true, Ran did have your initials inked in between his digits as well. Rindou’s butt did in fact have a smiley face on it. She could fight on her own as well as they could, even mixing their distinct fighting styles into her own original form. Could this girl be what they call a time traveler?

Momo sighed, pulling a cellphone out of her pocket and handing it over to Ran’s curious hand. “Here. Check my phone, there’s tons of pictures of us in there.”

“Uh… Are you serious?” Ran asked, suspiciously inspecting the device as if it were a bomb. He opened the photos app, paneling through his daughter’s selfies until he came across a family photo. “Holy fuck, that’s Y/N! My girl and I are still going strong, Rin.”

“Ew…” Rindou shuddered, glancing between his brother and his newfound niece. Her appearance was pure Haitani genetics mixed perfectly with your own features, a lovely combination of both of her attractive parents. “Never figured you’d have a kid, big bro. She got Y/N's pretty face, though.”

“This is why Uncle Rin-Rin is still single.” Momo clicked her tongue in distaste at the comment, ignoring the way Rindou flicked her off at her remark. “Shallow as ever.”

"My wifey is going to be the hottest MILF out there," Ran boasted, swiping through the pictures on the device before showing Rindou an image of an older woman, you, on her wedding day with Ran.

An irritated voice cut in, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground as the beeping on her watch warned of her time limit. She pointed her baton at the pair, motioning for them to hand over the phone. “Do you believe me now? I’m your daughter, Momo Haitani. Sixteen, blood type O, Gemini.”

Ran gazed over at his daughter, accepting the claim she had made earlier as the truth. It was interesting, to say the least, to meet his future child despite how annoying she may be. “You’re a Haitani, little lady. Tell me, where exactly did you come from?”

“Long story, not enough time.” Momo answered before jumping and hugging Ran and Rindou as she began to return to her own timeline. The brothers were stunned at the way she slowly faded away, a knowing smirk highlighting her features. “It was nice to meet you in your delinquent days, Papa! I just don’t understand how Mom fell for you in that tacky outfit.”

Ran frowned at the comment, offended that his own daughter would insult him. “Excuse me…? You’re grounded, little lady.”

Momo smirked, shrugging her shoulders and sticking her tongue out in response"I look forward to my punishment in sixteen years, Papa. Take care!"

Rindou snorted at his brother's statement, gagging at how fatherly he had grown in the last fifteen minutes. “Bro, you scolded her just like a parent.”

“Might as well start practicing, hm?”

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

"Let me get this straight... I'm your father?"

The child before him nodded her head at the statement, giddiness radiating from her tiny body as Kakucho offered her an anxious smile in return. "Yes, but in a really, really, really long time. It's nice to meet you, Daddy."

Kakucho's day was going relatively fine until he was approached by the young girl standing before him on his way to your house. He was roped into an intense conversation with the child regarding his personal information before being accused of being her father. "Okay, this is some kind of joke, right? Let's go find your parents, yeah?"

Kakucho offered her his hand in an attempt to walk her to the nearest police station, conveniently located in the direction of your neighborhood which was his intended destination in the first place. "What's your name, little one?"

“Arisa, Arisa Hitto! I'm seven years old. Is that your Tenjiku uniform, Daddy? Mommy tells me bedtime stories about Tenjiku's kingdom, she’s the princess and Daddy is the handsome prince that saves her! I'm the magical fairy who helps Daddy with his mission.”

No doubt about it, this was his daughter. She's practically his twin in terms of appearance, minus the scar. However, the timeframe does not make one ounce of sense. Kakucho's had his share of flings but not any long enough to conceive a child around Arisa's age.

He's relieved that whoever his future spouse is lied about the real origins behind Tenjiku's reality, turning it into a fairytale of sorts.

“Mommy?” Kakucho questioned, curious to know what his future wife is like. Currently, there are no women on Kakucho's mind nor has he dated anyone recently. "Arisa, can you tell me... What is she like?"

Arisa's pupils increased in size, practically consuming the whites of her eyes as she began to gush about her mother. Her short arms flailed with every description she gave, becoming more and more excited with each sentence that escaped her lips. Arisa's dynamic nature reminded him of a certain someone, but he had yet to figure out exactly who he was thinking of.

"Oh gosh! Mommy is the prettiest lady in the world... I want to be a beautiful lady like her when I'm older. She cooks tasty meals, tucks me in and gives me lots and lots of kisses. She gives Daddy kisses too, don't be jealous, okay? OH! She really, really, really loves karaoke and coffee jelly; we go every Friday after you come home from work."

"Is that so?" He chuckled, giving her hand a little squeeze in affirmation.

"Uh-huh!" Arisa beamed, continuing her endless rambles as Kakucho listened on. "She loves to tell me bedtime stories. Mommy said she liked Daddy for a long time before he noticed.”

A secret admirer? There's no way. Kakucho's dating life is practically non-existent considering Tenjiku and Izana are his current priority. However, a tiny shred of hope lingered in his soul regarding his one-sided crush towards one gorgeous girl: you.

His best friend, the woman of his dreams, the only other person he would be willing to lay down his soul for, the girl who keeps him awake at night. Maybe one day he would confess his feelings properly instead of sending mixed signals and teetering on the blurred lines of friend or lover.

Kakucho found himself in front of your house instead of the police station.

"Hey there!" As if on cue, you approached the pair, the small child immediately catching your attention as you greeted her politely. Arisa's calmness flew out the window as soon as she locked eyes with you, begging to be played with and indulged. You obediently picked her up and swung her around at her request. “Kakucho, who’s this? She’s so adorable, you never told me you had a little sister!”

Kakucho has no family, a fact he has yet to share with you, but that would be a tale for another time. Right now, he's preoccupied with watching the current interaction take place. He tried to fumble for an explanation that would sound somewhat believable without turning him into a potential creep. “She’s not. I don’t know..."

The child beat him to it, noting the chaotic way her future father tangled up his words. Her quick thinking was definitely something she must have inherited from you. “I got lost, Mister Kakucho helped me find my way back to my house. My name is Arisa. What's yours, pretty lady?"

The compliment had you flustered beyond belief, Kakucho admired the way you squealed at the little one's words, a tiny grin dancing across his lips. "Oh my gosh, you're the cutest little girl ever! My name is Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you want a treat?"

Kakucho found himself outside the nearby convenience store with Arisa as they waited for you to return with the treats you promised to buy, claiming it would only be a five-minute wait.

“Mommy’s so pretty,” Arisa sighed, a dreamy expression fluttering across her innocent face.

“Yes, she is…” Kakucho blurted out, backtracking as soon as he realized exactly what the hell she just said. “Huh?! Y/N’s your mother!?”

Arisa laughed at the panicked expression consuming Kakucho's composure. Children never understand the weight behind their actions, of course. "Why are you acting shy. Daddy? You and Mommy kiss all the time. It's yucky!"

Kakucho covered his face with his hand, hiding the scarlet red flush blooming across his skin. He fanned himself repeatedly as he saw your figure approaching the register, signaling you would be coming out soon. "Hush, Arisa. She'll hear you."

"You like Mommy, right Daddy?"

Kakucho held back the urge to deny his feelings, attempting to convince himself that you would never reciprocate. There was no way you could love a damaged man like him, nor bear his child in the future. The friendship you shared was intimate, yes. However, you never expressed any sort of romantic attraction towards him, right?

'Mommy said she liked Daddy for a long time before he noticed.'

Arisa reached out and grasped Kakucho's hands, staring deep into his soul as her face turned serious. She was wise beyond her years, a trait she must have picked up from him. “You should tell Mommy you like her. She taught me it’s not okay to keep secrets from people you love. Promise to tell her, 'kay?”

In the blink of an eye, Arisa disappeared from existence, presumably back to the proper future she came from. Kakucho was too stunned to speak, still questioning if he was living in reality instead of being indulged in a mind-boggling dream. Today's events have been a whirlwind of emotions and something he would likely never recover from.

"I'm back and I bought coffee jelly!" You cheered, holding up a tiny grocery bag full of goodies from the convenience store. He watched as you scanned the area, clearly in search of the tiny companion accompanying him earlier. "Kaku, where's the little one?"

"She went home," Kakucho lied, hoping you would believe another fabricated story instead of prying any further. The bummed expression on his face tugged at his heartstrings, soon replaced with a more delighed one as he shyly extended his hand out to you. "Do you want to have a movie night?"

"Yes! I missed hanging out with my bestie!" You gently laced your fingers with his, crossing another line Kakucho was overjoyed to be experiencing with you. "Arisa was super sweet... Maybe we'll run into her again sometime soon."

"I'm sure we will."

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

"I need to grab something from the store really quick. Want anything, Shuji?"

Hanma parked the roaring motorcycle, allowing you to slide off the seat as he turned to face you. He lit the last cigarette left in his coat pocket, gingerly blowing some of the foul smoke into your face much to your disgust. "Some more cigs, baby. I'm starting to get jittery over here."

"Those things are going to kill you one day,” You said, flicking his forehead at the way he rolled his eyes at your remark. He always loved the way you showed your concern through physical touch, no matter how much of an annoyance it could be. “Wait for me, okay?”

Tokyo's streets are full of all types of people: students, salarymen, parents, teachers. Everyone is hustling to catch the train, beat traffic, commute to work or school, rushing to catch up with the quickening pace of their lives. As mundane as it is, there's a pleasant aura that surrounds these kinds of individuals who carelessly go on about their days, without a care in the world for people other than themselves. Their choices carry little to no impact on the way society functions, instead becoming part of the crowd of the ones who reap its everlasting benefits.

Gang members and fugitives are not granted a normal life.

Dating a delinquent such as Shuji Hanma means you have to be quick on your feet, an incredible, a loyal partner and a passionate lover. Finding him close to death in a backway alley after work nearly nine months ago was the start of your budding relationship. A chaotic one, yes, but there was real love brewing within the confines of each other's unconventional hearts and souls.

Hanma views the world through a grey scale lens, finding no meaning to life since death was always a looming afterthought in the back of his mind. He regrets dragging you into his growing mess, knowing you could be imprisoned for harboring a fugitive. He knows this journey will ruin you, poison you, corrupt you but it's a fact you immediately accepted upon embarking in unfamiliar territory with him.

The unsettling tinge of an existential crisis looms over his shoulders, nipping at the confines of his cluttered mind. “Am I going to continue this dull life every day until the day I die?”

A slight tug on his pants brings his attention back to the present, coming in contact with a pair of golden gilded eyes. A young girl, presumably around the age of seven, stared up at him with such a perfect example of pure adoration in her innocent orbs that it nearly made him sick. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

Hanma shook off the child, patting her tiny little hand with a gentleness normally reserved for you. He may not be fond of small humans, but he knows how to handle them in certain dosages. “I’m definitely not your dad, sweetheart.”

The girl only giggled in response, climbing onto his motorcycle before he could protest and strapping on the spare helmet. “Daddy, stop being silly. I wanna go for a ride.”

Hanma blinked, removing the stray kid from his bike as he peered down at her curious expression. She felt comfortable enough to touch a stranger's belongings, seriously? Whoever is raising her is doing a shit job of parenting. “Right… You lost or something, pipsqueak?”

Before the child could answer, she jumped off the motorbike and rushed towards your approaching figure. “Mama!”

Being addressed like that definitely caught you by surprise especially when a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs. You glanced at your delinquent boyfriend and the child next to him, seemingly putting the pieces together. Hanma could see the vein on your forehead start to pulse, signaling your pissed off temper. “Shuji, whose child did you kidnap for this prank? Take her back, now.”

Hanma sighed, a bit of disappointment tracing across his face as he gave you a pout. “Have some faith in me, dollface. I would never do anything heinous like that. I'm just as confused as you are."

Says the wanted man who is on the run for murder.

You crouched down to the child's height and offered her a kind smile in contrast to Hanma's deranged one. “Honey, do you know this man? Did he say anything weird to you? I can help find your parents or take you to a police box.”

The young girl tilted her head in response, brows furrowed together while trying to understand the hesitation alluding from your nervous expression. “Mama, it’s just Daddy! Why are you acting weird? It's me, Reika.”

"M-Mama?" You stammered, a light chuckle of anxiety escaping from your lips. It was too early in the day to play along with whatever elaborate scheme your boyfriend had come up with. "Okay, sweet girl. I think you have us confused for someone else."

Reika stomped her tiny foot on the ground in protest, declaring once again that Shuji and you are her parents, she is a time leaper and she wanted to come meet the younger version of them. Hanma merely nodded along, being the most composed one out of the trio as you attempted to process whose actual child this was because there was no way in hell time leaping is real.

"Look here!" She exclaimed, pointing at the chain secured around her neck latched around a gold locket. Inside the jewelry was a picture of Hanma and you, older but still recognizable, cuddling the child standing before you.

The proof was authentic, Reika was a living being, she is your time leaping daughter.

Hanma was the first to speak, picking up the child and swinging her around in pure glee, much to your surprise. The shit-eating grin on his face only grew wider as you became flustered at the mischievous expression on his face. “Holy shit, you really are our brat! Mama and I did a great fuckin' job, huh? ♡”

You were quick to silence your silence your boyfriend out of embarrassment and the fact he was defiling the child's innocent mind with his foul mouth. “Shuji! Cover her ears if you're going to be acting like a degenerate.”

“Sorry baby,” Hanma apologized, pecking your cheek as a form of a quick apology. Reika gagged at the affection being shared between her caregivers, still in the age of thinking boy carry cooties and are disgusting. “Well, we’re your parents, pipsqueak. What do ya think of your Mama and Daddy?"

"So cool!" Reika grinned, placing a tiny peck on each of your cheeks before waving goodbye and slowly fading away. Hanma ruffled her hair as she pouted about his future self continuing the annoying habit. “I really wanted to meet you two! I have to go now; my time is up.”

An agonizing groan erupted from your throat as you clung to your boyfriend in support. The encounter had your mind running in circles over the fact you just experienced of one the universe's most insane adventures. “What just happened? Did we really just meet our future daughter? Oh god, I have a headache, I need a nap.”

"Relax, babe. I'll take care of you." Hanma’s inked hands looped around your waist, pawing at the plush skin of your hips. His hot breath fanned the sensitive shell of your ear as he spoke, a sultry tone coating his next words. “Wanna go home and get a head start on the baby? ♡”

“Shuji!”

Turns out Hanma’s life wouldn’t be so dull after all.

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