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lavenderslemonade · 2 years

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How They Lost Their Virginities

Warnings: NSFW

Reader: Female

Characters: Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Rindou

A quick apology, after the accidental deletion of this post I honestly fell into a very bad mindset since I had spent hours on it. I had no desire to work on it since I was so scared it would happen again, but now, with a good amount of free time and some inspiration I'm finally ready to complete the second half. Thank you for all the love and support <3

The long-awaited second half of How They (Almost) Lost Their Virginities -> Read The First Half Here

Chifuyu

After the whole car incident and the fact that you couldn't bring yourself to look your boyfriend's mother in the face after she found an open condom wrapper in the backseat of her car, both of you decided to just kind of cool it.

Your time began to fill up with college applications while Chifuyu worked on getting his license. The two of you would have study sessions together, flashcards scattered around you and breaks with a few kisses shared, though nothing really heated except for a make out session every now and again. Like I said, you both had goals on the mind.

It wasn't till the week of your winter break did it finally happen. Your parents were away visiting family, aiming to be back the day after you arrived home, and your boyfriend had managed to get time off work to drive to your university to pick you up.

Due to him having arrived late into the night you felt it would be best to just stay inside your dorm for the night and get a head start in the morning so you could be back home at a rather reasonable time.

With your roommate having already left the day before you felt no awkwardness with letting your boyfriend share your rather small bed with you. It felt nice, his arms wrapped around your waist as he peered over your shoulder at the small television you and your roommate had purchased. A rerun of a rather old anime that you and Chifuyu had seen before was currently on, though hardly held either of your attention.

Maybe that's how you found yourself in this current situation. His lips against the back of your neck as you grind back against him. When you reach back to try and cup him does he finally stop what he's doing. Gently grasping your wrist and kissing at your shoulder apologizing for his lack of control. However, said control goes out the window when you gently pull your hand away from his, grabbing at his wrist and leading his hand to your breast.

His eyes are wide as you lead it to your chest. The faint glow of the television allows him to see your nervous expression, biting at your lip as you seem to be thinking something over. Once your mind is settled you look at him with a small smile, and apply a bit of pressure against his hand, having him grope you. "Lets do it." You finally whisper.

Chifuyu has to blink a couple times, processing what exactly you had just asked him. You wanted to do it. You wanted to have sex with him. His breathing is shaky and his face is flushed at the very idea, quickly, he sits up, causing you to jump in a bit of surprise. "I'll be right back!" He says a bit to loudly, giving you a quick kiss before scampering out of your bed to try and rush out to his car.

You watch from your window, biting at your bottom lip to stifle your laughter as you watch Chifuyu try to run down the icy street. The parking lot is quite a distance away, but you see your boyfriend make his way back up about five minutes later, once again nearly slipping, and clearly hiding something in his pocket. He gives an embarrassed apology to an elderly couple he nearly ran into before finally darting back towards your dorm.

Once inside, everything happens so fast. Your clothes are on the floor and his lips are on yours. He kisses you for a while, laying on top of you as you both begin to grind against one another. The gasp you release once he latches onto your nipple makes him groan, his hips grinding against your bed at the sound. He wastes no time making his way down, his lips kissing your stomach, your thighs and your clit that's hidden by your drenched underwear that he quickly discards.

Your quick to weave your fingers through his hair an embarrassed moan clawing from your throat as he begins to hungrily lick at you. No Peke J to attack him, and no car door flying open, causing you to tumble out. No, he makes sure your legs are wrapped around his shoulders as he hungrily sucks on your clit. The noises you make honestly make him nearly come right then and there, but he holds back. Instead, slipping two fingers inside to hear more.

He already lost the opportunity twice to have you cum on his mouth, he's not letting it go again. Thus, he moans it your cunt when he feels you cum. He allows you to grind against his face, your head thrown back, back arched, and beautiful tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Once he pulls away, you both meet half way, lips colliding as he grabs you by the hips to bring you closer.

You try to reach down to which he again, grabs your wrist. "I won't last long if you touch me, when I come I want it to be inside you." He insists, reaching down to his discarded pants to try and search for one of the condoms he grabbed. His face goes red when you comment that he was responsible for carrying protection around. However, he would never admit to you the real reason.

The fact that when his mother excitedly opened his wallet to see his new license and found a condom inside one of the pockets, he ended up getting hit upside the head with said wallet. Being lectured by his mother that keeping a condom in a wallet is one of the worst things you could do, and if he ever wanted to keep protection on him to at least keep it somewhere hidden in the car.

After he slipped the condom on he honestly stilled, staring down at you. Hair messy, skin covered in sweat and thighs slick with your first orgasm. He wanted to remember this moment forever. Once more, he grabbed at your thighs, pulling you closer so his cock laid flushed against your clit, earning a moan from the both of you. Due to lacking lubrication, Chifuyu decided to just grind his cock against your drenched pussy, earning him a few beautiful moans whenever the head would brush against your clit.

He didn't finally stop until you started to announce that you were once again coming. Chifuyu reached down, his thumb pressing against your aching clit, helping you reach your second release before finally grabbing his cocking and redirecting it to your twitching hole.

The sound of both of you gasping as he finally slips inside is the only noise that bounces off the walls of your room (well, except for the tv you never turned off in the background to help try and drown out the noises you two were making). Chifuyu rests his body against yours as he steadily eases in, his fist grasping at the pillow beside your head while your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closes, your nails scratching at his back causing him to twitch inside you.

You're heaven. He's going to come right then and there with how tight you are. But he tries his best to remain calm, to not finish early. But honestly, its hard with how you whimper that he fills you up so nice into his ear, that you want him to move and fuck your pussy. Thus, he does as you request. Sitting up slightly to capture your lips before thrusting his hips. With how much he's already worked up and with how sensitive you are with your past two orgasms it doesn't take long for the two of you to both finish.

Chifuyu is honestly a bit embarrassed but you tell him not to worry, especially when he pulls out to get rid of the used condom, just to turn around to see you on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him for another round. He nearly fell off the bed trying to quickly get another condom.

Mitsuya

After the incident at the school both of you become a bit paranoid. Whenever the two of you try spending time alone every little noise causes you both to jump apart. His mother could be away and his sisters at school with you both on his couch, his lips against your neck. However, you're quick to jump away from each other when you even hear his next door neighbor open and close their door with a rather loud slam.

He'll still leave lingering touches, passing by you in the kitchen and placing a hand upon your waist before kissing your cheek and walking away to help his mother set the table. No more risky hip grabs and neck kisses though.

As the two of you got older, it was obvious to Mitsuya's mother that the two of you obviously wanted some alone time together, thus, whenever she'd get off work she made it a goal to take her younger daughters out so her son could spend time with you.

She'd even go as far as announcing that they wouldn't be back till late, really late sometimes, depending on what they decided to do. Though, she'd only come home confused with her tired daughters wobbling past her to get to their room, as she stared at her son on one end of the couch and you on the other.

At first she thought the two of you had an argument due to the separation, however, she didn't know that you two had set an alarm for the possible time she could be returning with her daughters, giving you enough time to calm your flushed faces and correct yourselves.

It wasn't till Mitsuya finally found a studio to work in that it happened between you both.

Mitsuya had announced earlier to his mother that week that he had wanted to do something special for you, seeing as you'd been busy with school and him his fashion career. He'd signed off on the space last week and was wanting to surprise you with it, though his mother had other thoughts. Her heart swelled at the thought that after her son would return home the following night he'd be an engaged man.

Oh, how off she was.

Marriage was the last thing either of you could afford at the moment honestly and Mitsuya really didn't care to explain to his mother that he and you were planning to lose your virginities to each other that night. Thus, he let her believe whatever she wanted.

He had prepared you both a bento picnic to enjoy with each other and left a few blankets and pillows throughout the week at his studio. Luckily nobody questioned him as he brought them in, instead just deciding that he was keeping them there for late nights when he decided to work late at the office. Once again, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

You both ended up meeting outside the building of his new studio location, your eyes wide and excited as he led you inside. Once inside you both take a seat on the makeshift palette Mitsuya had put together, spreading out the different bentos, and his cheeks becoming red as you proudly show off the cheap bottle of wine you managed to snag from your parents liquor cabinet. It had been a gift from a relative, and you had heard the comment from both of them that they didn't really care for cheap wine, later that evening, so hopefully they wouldn't mind that it was missing.

The night was quick to fall into a fit of laughter as you exchanged stories. Yours revolving around school and Mitsuya's around the people he'd currently met on the floor his studio's located on. Happy laughter quickly shifted into drunken as you both finished the bottle of wine, your stomach full and both of you in rather good spirits. It wasn't till you both cleaned up (rather clumsily) and laid down, allowing the alcohol to steadily leave your system did things start turning.

At some point Mitsuya's lips had found yours, a soft and gentle kiss steadily becoming heated, especially when you climbed on top of him. Both your shirts were first to go along with your bra. Once your breasts bounced free, Mitsuya was quick to latch on, sucking and biting at your nipple, while groping and massaging the breast he couldn't get to. He couldn't help but groan when you started grinding against his growing erection, which you were quick to reach down and quickly free from the confines of his pants.

Mitsuya released a shacky breath once you stood up to finish stripping, watching as you slipped your skirt off along with your underwear and kicked them to the side. Once you sat back down on his hips, he made quick work of slipping two fingers inside you. He chuckled lowly and your pleasured expression, however his teasing was short lived once you reached down yourself to grasp his growing cock in your hand.

He couldn't help but throw his head back at the feeling of you spitting on his cock while quickly thrusting your hand up and down as you began to ride his fingers. It didn't take long for him to know when he was about to come, the knot in his stomach becoming tighter with each thrust of your hand. Thus, he quickly grabbed at your wrist, begging you to stop before he came, to which you did.

While you gave him time to calm down, he watched you climbed off his lap, crawling over to the back he had brought in search of the condoms he'd mentioned in his text earlier that week. Once his breathing began to even out, he smirked, crawling up behind you and placing a hand on the center of your back to push you down. You watched as he opened up another compartment, pulling out a condom and handing it to you.

He watched with amusement as you excitedly opened the package before handing it back to him. Mitsuya was quick to slip on the rubber, moaning lowly at the snugness, before aligning at your drooling entrance. You had grabbed a pillow as he slipped on the condom, moaning into it as he now slowly entered you.

You both remained still, adjusting to each other and whimpering as Mitsuya kissed along your neck and shoulders. You both released a shaky moan as he slowly began to thrust, moving his hips at a steady pace as to allow you to adjust to his size. However, it didn't take long for you to start begging him to go faster, for him to roughly grab you by the hips and pull you back against his thrusts.

The room that was once filled with laughter was now filling with heat and sweat as your boyfriend rutted into you like an animal in heat, not that you were complaining. In fact you were reaching behind you, grabbing at his thigh and begging for him to go harder.

Such request is why you were now on your back, staring up at the love of your life as he shifted you into a mating press before roughly thrusting back in. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, moaning lovingly as you clawed at his back, his cock now reaching deeper inside you. It wasn't long after switching positions, your pussy grasping him tightly and twitching that he realized you were close to coming.

Thus, Mitsuya was quick to reach down, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit, to help you reach your climax. He wasn't expecting, however, the liquid the threatened to push him out of your pussy as your squirted due to overstimulation. Such an action had him coming with just a few more thrusts.

He was quick to catch himself from falling on top of you, instead slipping out and lying by your side. Both of you had a hard time catching your breaths as your lips quickly met, Mitsuya bringing you closer to his body as you draped a leg around his hip. Once the adrenaline died down, and the room began to cool off did he help you clean up, pulling one of the blankets over you and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead before dozing off.

Rindou

Honestly, you two don't let the love hotel incident phase either of you. However, you also didn't try again right after. When Rin came home that night his older brother didn't even try and hide his laughter, however, he doesn't know what exactly happened either, so he just kinda assumes.

For the next few weeks Rindou gets spammed with links from his older brother of porn videos such as "Fucking my girlfriend and it slips out because I have a small dick" "Fucked my girlfriend off the bed and she got a concussion it was so good" "Accidentally came after entering my neighbor for the first time"

Rindou tries his best to ignore the texts and tells his older sibling he hopes his phone gets virus. Personally he's more embarrassed than angry, especially because in the end he had to figure out an excuse to give to his older sibling as to why your nose was bleeding when you two arrived back at his place.

You do make sure to tease him with the lingerie though. Sending him photos of you wearing it, of your cleavage, of your ass with the skirt barely covering it. And all when you know he's having meetings with Kanto Manji Gang.

It's even worse when Ran see's your name pop up, leading to him trying to glance over his younger brothers shoulder at your scantily clad form. A form that is meant for his eyes only.

However, sending an image of the lingerie top hugging your breasts tighter than usual with your nipples clearly showing through the thin fabric is what finally led Rindou to making a move. Having shown up at your door step in the middle of the night after a meeting and said spicy image from earlier sent just about two hours prior. When you open the door you're out of the lingerie, now replaced with an oversized t-shirt, shorts and a tired expression, almost as if he had woken you up.

Oh, well.

Maybe he should feel bad. It is nearly midnight after all, however, he also currently has an erection and expects you to take responsibility. Thus, he wastes no time entering your home, dragging you with him and finally releasing you once inside your bedroom. Luckily your parents are gone for the weekend, something you had mentioned earlier, so he doesn't even try to close your bedroom door. He can see your messed up bed, a clear sign that he did obviously wake you up.

However, he doesn't mind, it'll be messed up further in a few minutes anyway. He takes a seat, and eyes you up and down, watching as you try to wake yourself up further. "Change." Is all he says, leaning back on one of his hands as he begins unbuttoning his gang jacket. It doesn't take you long to understand what he wants, a tired frown being replaced with a tired yet amused smile.

You make quick work, rushing over to your dresser and grabbing the lingerie before rushing into your private bathroom. Sure, maybe you'd probably liked a little heads up as to do your make up and maybe work on your hair a bit, but at the same time now you don't have to worry about runny mascara, and wasted hair products.

By the time you step out Rindou is already undressed, left in his boxers and- did he push your dressers away from your bed a bit? You shake off the idea, climbing onto the bed and allowing him to guide you onto his lap. He lets you reach up and gently take his glasses off, leaning over a bit farther than usual to try and place his glasses on the nightstand.

You can't help but yelp as you feel a harsh smack against your ass, eyes going wide. Quickly, you turn your head to glare at your boyfriend who pretends he didn't just leave a handprint on your ass. With a huff, you finally set his glasses down returning to the spot on his lap soon after.

Once comfortable, you can't help but feel a little shy as your boyfriend takes in your appearance. The light of your bedside lamp provides more of a clear view of how you look, better than whatever trash lighting the love hotel had tried to use. Rindou can't help but bring his hands to your sides, feeling the expensive fabric under his finger tips before slipping his hands underneath to grasp at your hips.

Slowly, he leads you into a slow pace of you grinding against his clothed erection. However, the pace doesn't last long nor does your underwear. Both are discarded, leaving you in just the sheer slip, your wet pussy grinding against your boyfriends exposed cock. You release a shacky breath whenever his tip rubs against your clit, and any time you start to slow down due to this, Rin is grasping your ass and moving you to keep going.

Even after you announce that you're about to cum he shows no mercy. Instead, he bucks his hips upward, causing more friction. The smile that pulls at the corner of his lips is subtle but it's there, watching as you fall apart on his lap, your come slipping onto his cock, mixing with his precum. He expects you to stop, to request a moment of rest before continuing, however, it seems you had other plans.

Climbing off his lap and resting between his knee's, taking his thick cock into your mouth with a delighted hum. Rin is quick to reach down and grasp at your hair, throwing his head back as he feels you deep throat him. He wastes no time, abusing your mouth to try and reach his climax, watching as tears stream from your eyes. The sounds you make are lewd and honestly, he's living for it.

He allows you to pull away, grasping at his cock and stroking it quick with your tongue hanging out. Such a sight doesn't take long for him to reach his peek, his come landing on your cheek and tongue. Honestly, he came a lot more than he'd expected, though he'd not complaining because you're happily licking up what he has to offer.

Once you've cleaned up, you're right back on him, hips raised and hands lifting the lingerie a bit so he can try and find your entrance. Once he does, his hands find your hips guiding you down his length. Honestly, Rin wants nothing more than to start thrusting up into you, to have you cream again but this time with his cock inside you, however, he's patient. He lets you get used to his size and waits till you start moving yourself.

Only then does he start thrusting upwards, watching as your breasts bounce with each thrust, as you cry out his name as you quickly reach another climax, nearly squeezing the life out of him. He happily helps you pull the top part of your lingerie down, pulling you towards him so your chests are pressed against one another. His lips find yours, and he chuckles against them whenever you whimper, moaning that he's stretching you so wide, whenever he hits deep enough to find your special spot.

He also enjoys the little yelps you make when he slaps at your ass, a silent demand to not slow down, to go faster, which you try your best to do. It isn't till your next orgasm is he finally coming inside you, holding you close with your lips against his. Once you both pull away to catch your breaths does he finally hear you whimpering that he came inside, that he didn't bring condoms. That's okay though, because if anything happens, he'll take responsibility, he'll support you, stay by your side if you grow pregnant with his child.

Not like he's all worried, because Kanto Manji Gang is taking a turn soon, and he wants you there by his side the whole way through.

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slow dancing in the dark | haitani rindou x afab! reader

warnings: 18+! minors dni, you will be blocked. afab reader, explicit smut, fwb type thing, fingering, oral, kinda dom! rin, spit, cervix fucking? (only mentioned briefly), hurt/angst.

w/c: 2k

a/n: in my angst area or something. listen to: slow dancing in the dark- joji thank you to @nanamis-wifey-reye and @koucaine for beta-reading! 🫶

The sky wept in dark tears, melancholic smoke clouds floating across the horizon in the aftermath. The streetlights blurred the lines against the concrete. The drowsiness of the night weighed against the roof, the shutters, and seeped onto your shoulders that rested against the window as you sat on the seat of the sill and watched the rain streak down the glass.

You’ve been through enough these past few weeks and you just wanted to start over- move away, change your name and forget all about him. If that was the case, then why did you call him? You’re holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder, hearing the faint ring and you hope he doesn’t answer- but he will. He always does.

“Hello?”

“Sorry to call you, Rin… but, can you come over?” your voice is a faint whisper and you cross your fingers behind your back for him to say that he’s busy. But he never seems to busy for you.

“Give me 10 minutes. I’ll be over, soon.” and he hangs up the phone.

You sigh and press your cheek against the cool of the glass and the rain’s reflection on your skin makes it look like your crying- but you aren’t; you can’t.

You brush your hair and decide that’s enough effort, it’s just Rindou. You wait- about 15 minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door, your heart is pounding and you don’t know why, but you rush through the hallway to open it. You’re met with those familiar violet eyes- there’s something so comforting about them yet you still feel uneasy. They meet yours without even searching. Those violet eyes: something startling as they lifted in your direction. The kind of soft purple that makes you ache through your bloodstream until you’re able to look at them again. His hair is slightly damp and drips against the grey hoodie he has zipped to his collarbone but you can still see the intricate design of his tattoo peeking through.

No words are exchanged as he cupped your cheeks and crashed his lips against yours. They’re warm and taste like spearmint toothpaste and Listerine mouthwash. He’s walking you backward into the apartment as he closes the door with his foot- not missing a beat. He knows the way, memorized the footing from your doorstep to your room, stepping over the shoes you left in the hall and haven’t moved from last week. Your hands pull the zipper of his jacket down and shrug it off his shoulders as your nails rake down his now exposed skin. He carefully peels off your clothing as his lips wander over your neck. He’s skilled as his tongue digs into the divots of flesh, running up the vein that shows more prominently when you’re turned on. He knows you, every part of you.

You’re naked when he pushes you down against your bed, cotton sheets rippling under your body. He discards his sweats and is back on top of you leaving open mouthed kisses along your chest. You’re already moaning his name as your skin starves for his touch. His breath skated across your cheek and his scent crawled into your senses, the same drug that intoxicated you not even a week ago.

He lowered his voice against the shell of your ear, turning it into a hoarse, almost sinful version of itself, “If you need me so badly, then beg,” as he bit and tugged on the lobe of your ear.

He was always like this, gravely mumbles in your ear, against your skin- his voice infiltrated any wall you had kept up taking the secret passage through to your heart. You’ve never been able to say ‘no’ to him, no matter how hard you may fight, or try to claw your way out- his grip always tightened. Like how it did now as his hand interlaced in yours under the security of the sheets. His body heat radiating through the cool air conditioner of your room as he pressed himself against you, hardening cock rubbing over your wet cunt. You pushed your head back into the pillows as your eyes fluttered, open and closed, at the pressure he was creating. Unfiltered sounds escaped from your parted lips as you stuttered on pleas of his name.

“R- rin… please.” The way you said his name made his cock twitch and no more words needed to be exchanged as he glides his tongue down your stomach.

He chuckled darkly at the way your body squirmed and writhed under him as he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit. He kissed up the inside of your thigh, nipping at the plush skin as his thumb began to move in slow, tight circles. Your thighs shook gently at his touch, he’s always known how to make you come undone so easily. Hot breath against your core as he watches you start to drip and clench around nothing. He removes his thumb, just for a moment, as your arousal seeps out steadily. A subtle smirk forms on his pink lips before he spits against your clit, making you gasp and he slides two fingers into your warm hole. He easily moves his digits around in the wetness he created, scissoring you open and gliding ghosted fingertips along your gummy walls. He knows your pussy like the alphabet, knows every spot that makes you shake and moan those pretty words.

He thrusts his fingers all the way in and out a few times before pulling them out to spread your folds and use his tongue to prod and circle your entrance, collecting your juices and flattening his tongue to lick up to your clit. Unabashed moans fall from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. It wasn’t long before his suckling and pinching got more fervid, as you were swimming in throes of ecstasy, your hips grinding up against his face. He reaches a hand down to grab his cock, tip angry and red as he swipes at the leaking precum with his thumb before pumping. Fuck, you were ready for him and you wanted him. He moved his tongue skillfully with every abrupt stroke inside your drenched hole followed by his fingers, pinching and pulling at your now, swollen clit. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to that euphoria and you knew he knew it too.

“Cum.” His voice was deep and it wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

The tension in your stomach snapped as you cried his name. Back arching up as you tried to pull yourself from his grasp, but he was quick to place a steady hand on your stomach as he kept you in place, continuing to gather your slick on his tongue. He was desperate for you, to taste you, his hand pumping his cock with more vigor as he pulled off your clit with a pop! He didn’t waste a minute before driving himself into you, unfiltered curses leaving his mouth as you clenched around him. He’s fucked you so many times before, the shape of him is ingrained into your flesh. He falls into the mold so perfectly, like he always does, veins rubbing along your gummy walls, his thick tip hitting the soft spot that drives you wild.

If you were made of fire, he would be the gasoline- adding to the rage of red flames as he leaned forward to capture your lips again. It was messy, and rushed as he mercilessly thrusted into you. Teeth clashing and saliva dribbling over your lips as you tried to follow his movements. You could feel yourself pulsating, aching, and crying out for him softly through the eye contact you now held. It was intimate for a moment, too intimate for you. You turned your head to the side to break it but he gripped your chin and made you look at him again, blunt fingernails digging into your skin. In that moment, he thrusts hard into you, tip hitting deep into your cervix and you cry out. Small tears prick the corners of your eyes but you quickly blink them away before he can notice. His hips snap hashly against your own as he coaxes closer to another orgasm. You know he’s close too by the way his hips move sloppily, and his dick twitches at each snag on your walls. He removes his hand from your chin and grips your hips, slamming into you as he tosses his head back in ecstasy. His thrusts are now pure instinct, wanting nothing more than to feel you clench around him, taking every ounce of him as you can.

“Cum with me.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else as the internal knot snapped again and you creamed all down his length. He looked down as he pulled back for a moment as he felt you relax, seeing the thin white ring of slick dripping down to the base of his cock. He slams into you a few more times before keeping his hips pressed tight against you, as ropes his cum spurt out and paint your insides. It’s warm and thick as you start to droop against the bed letting him ride out his high and fill you to the brim. Your breaths are heavy as they weave in and out against each other when he drops down against you, careful to not let his body weight fall against you. He litters wet kisses along your collarbone and your neck before pulling out slowly. You wince at the loss of contact and the small pain you now feel below.

He knows the drill by now. He walks to the bathroom to grab a washcloth as he daintily cleans your thighs and anything that still drips out of your abused cunt. You lay there, letting him do as he pleases with you as you try to straighten out your breathing. You pull the sheets up to cover your naked body when he finishes. You watch him toss the towel into the hamper and as he shrugs his jacket back on, lazily zipping it up half-way and looks at you- his eyes seemingly a shade lighter than when he first got here though the only light is the faint moonbeam that spreads it’s fingers across the sheets through your curtains.

“Don’t look at me like that,” You mumble through tight lips as you pull a tshirt over your head.

He scoffs, “like what?”

You’re serious in your response, “like you love me…” you can almost hear the faint tear from the top of his heart as it rips towards the center.

He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs as he drops his head, “Why do we keep doing this?”

“Elaborate, Rindou. I can’t read your mind.”

“This! The late night phone calls and the meaningless fucks” - at least on your end, he thinks- “I’m over it. Why can you just admit things? How many nights do I have to press up against you, hold your hand under the sheets? How many times do I need to breathe your name against your neck for you to understand?!” He’s almost yelling at this point, arms flung out on either side of himself as he stares at you with those violet eyes.

“Because I’m afraid!” You shouted back, then in a much quieter voice, “I’m afraid and you completely unravel me until I feel vulnerable, and it hurts.” Your voice is raised but trembling as your hands grasp each other at your chest and your heart starts racing at fraying at the seams.

He lets out a pained exhale as he pulls his hood over his head and heads towards the door. His hand reaches the knob and before leaving he turns back to you, just enough to see his face from the side of the hood, “Get your foot out of your ass, and don’t call me until you can look me in the eyes and say you feel the same way that I do about you.”

“R- rin! Wait, come on, don't be like that!” You rush out of your room to the hall but your cries fall on deaf ears as he’s already closed the door on you. You drop to your knees in defeat and silent tears tumble over your cheeks. They’re wet and somewhat cold against your flustered skin and you wonder if the sky feels the same way when it cries.

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tomansluts · 2 years

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A/N: We're really already on day 24 of this thing, huh? Can't believe we've officially made it this far. I hope you're all enjoying things and now it's time to visit with Rin again. 😌

Character: Rin Haitani (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, pwp, x fem!Reader, offensive language (swearing), daddy kink, somnophilia, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby girl, princess, baby), slight breeding kink (very little, barely a mention), overstimulation, minors dni

Word Count: 1.3k

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It had been one of the longest days of his life. He hadn’t expected you to be awake when he had come into the house, and he had been right. It was so much later than he ever usually got home. As he looked at the clock in the kitchen, he let out a small groan, knowing from your message that his dinner had been in the microwave, but he just couldn’t find the energy to go and get it out. Rin decided against it and moved toward the bedroom, peeling his shirt off before he even got through the door.

The sight of your body laying asleep made him relax, but the blanket that barely covered you also made him stop in his tracks. He could barely contain himself as he noticed that you had been in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. It was his favorite sight, and he felt his cock twitch against the inside of his pants.

Rin peeled his bottoms off, leaving just his boxers, and climbed into the bed beside you. You hadn’t even felt the bed move and he was thankful for it. He was determined to ignore those primal instincts and just lay down, let sleep overtake him. He was already exhausted; it wouldn’t be that hard to do right?

He quickly learned that he was wrong. Every passing second was harder and harder, his hands running over the soft skin on your hip as he stopped himself. His hand ran down to his boxers, palming his bulge as it ached with desire. He had never needed you this bad in his life… but he could be quick right?

Rin turned toward you, pressing his hips into your ass as gently as he could, his cock pressing against the crease in your ass as he tried to hide the small whimper that fell from his lips. He had complete control over himself, but that was until he heard your small voice. “Rin.” That was all that it took. The way it was so small and desperate… what had you been dreaming about?

With ease, Rin pulled the front of his boxers down and pushed his cock between your legs, rubbing his tip over your folds slowly. You were so damn wet, and it took every morsel of his being to stop himself from moaning loudly. How had you not woken up yet?

He pushed into you slowly, watching for any signs of movement as your velvety walls pulled him in. Your greedy cunt was warm and perfect as he kept his pace cautious, ever so careful not to do too much for a rough wake-up call. A delicate whimper filled his ears, but your body didn’t stir, more whimpers spilling out with every new thrust of his hips. Were you awake? There was no way you were awake yet.

The small whimpers from you quickly turned to his name again, the moans now pulling from you making him pick up his pace. There was no holding it back anymore, Rin was obsessed with every sound that you made, and he needed to hear it more.

Pleasurable sensations were what made your eyes flutter open, the familiar feeling of his cock making you grip the bedsheet. You could tell that it was him, there was no denying it. As he realized that you were awake a devious chuckle left him, his hips picking up even more as he now pounded himself against you. His hand gripped your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. “Well, well, princess. I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but you got daddy all hot and bothered.”

He captured your lips with his own, hot and filthy, before letting you go and gripping your body tightly against his own. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he fucked himself in and out of you, getting his length as far into your cunt as he could. As your orgasm began to build and the warmth in your abdomen grew your walls milked him, pulling out loud grunts on his end. “F-fuck,” You wrapped your arm around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck as you praised him. “S’good, sh-shit. Dreaming about you daddy. About how good your cock feels. Just for me.”

A low growl ripped through his chest at the sound of it. Dreaming about him? That was what he wanted, to always be in the back of your mind. Rin’s hand reached in front of you, the tugs on his hair breeding a new passion in him. His fingers slid between your legs, attaching to your clit as he began to rub circles around it, your legs tightening out of instinct. “Making daddy feel so good and now daddy’s gonna do the very same for you. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Your legs began to tremble the instant he hit your highly sensitive bud. The overstimulation letting a feral keen erupt from your body. “Feels so good, so fucking good- ngh!”

When your legs closed around him again, he slapped the side of your ass, growling as he gave you a deep and desirable voice. "Oh kitten, don't make me tell you twice."

Your head was fuzzy, unable to process thoughts correctly as his cock pushed harder and harder into you, both of your orgasms looming over you. Rin properly fucked you dumb, knowing all the right places to hit to make you a drooling, moaning mess. He laced his hand in your hair and pulled back, letting your head rest on his shoulder. His mouth quickly captured your neck, nipping at the oversensitive skin happily. You could feel yourself about to come undone, your body on the cusp as you begged him for permission. “P-please, daddy. Can I- Can I cum? Need to so bad.”

A smug grin pulled at his lips, his grip on your hair easing up as he hummed in contentment. “Such a good princess, look at you ask me for permission.” He gave a hard thrust with a sharp breath and nipped at your jawline. “Go ahead and let go, baby. Cum all over daddy’s cock. Let him feel those walls milk him dry.”

“Y-yes. ‘M gonna cum. A-Ah!” Your walls convulsed around him, pulling his length in as he fought against it. His own high threatening to ruin him as he took his fingers from your clit and gripped your hips, nails digging into the soft skin.

“Gonna fill that greedy cunt of yours up with my seed, baby girl. Feel so good, fuck. Nice and wet for me.” Rin’s hips stuttered as he lost himself, a loud and untamed moan roaring from him as he emptied himself out inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed.

Rin’s lips pressed lovingly to the back of your neck; your body pulled as close to his as he could get you as he kept himself inside of you. He panted out his words as he came down from his bliss, the sound of your satisfied whimpers sending him to what felt like another world. You whined out his name as you leaned against him. “R-Rin, love you so much.”

Rin placed his lips to the back of your head, smiling against you as he spoke with a soothing and affectionate tone. “I love you too, princess. So, fucking much.”

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eetherealgoddess · 2 months

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TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦Idc how bad you want it, do NOT wake up to these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: You didn’t expect to see a man lying next to you in your bed, let alone him being a friend of yours from childhood. You almost didn’t recognize him considering the black hair that’s falling down his back and shoulders. His body curved to the side as you stared in shock at the back of his head. You peeked over and almost cursed when you realized who he was.

You don’t remember the night before but picking the covers up and eyeing both of your naked bodies, you could only hope you had used protection. When you eased off of the bed, you snatched your clothes off the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed at the hoodie and sweats that indicate you hadn’t gone to a bar or club. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t figure out how running into each other would have resulted in the two of you in the same bed.

Once your clothes were on, you rushed to the door to avoid an awkward greeting. You wanted to see if your parents had made it home and noticed anything. Yes, you’re an adult but you still live under your parents roof and they never liked Mikey. They always thought of him as a bad influence which sucked for you because you actually had a little crush on him. They forbade him from the house and at some point made it a rule for you to not be friends anymore.

Having been young, you had to listen. They’re pretty strict so the tracking device prevented you from sneaking around. Honestly, you didn’t have many friendships because of your parents so you would only go to school, home, and occasionally the park. You only recently were allowed to have nights out as long as you paid attention in your college classes. You were scared that your parents would kick you out if they saw the display so you hurried out the door.

The putrid smell of the house slapped your face, a palm going over your nose as your eyes watered. You continue to walk through the hall to the living room, gasping when you see the corpses of your parents. You gagged up vomit, belching and coughing as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body trembles as you drop to your knees, eyeing their unrecognizable faces considering it looks as though their faces were beaten repeatedly, a large gash in the middle of their faces with blood puddling around them.

Having thrown on his black pants, he followed the wails that woke him up. His shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his bare chest, Mikey’s dark eyes gaze at you from the hall. He hadn’t meant for you to see such a gruesome scene. The pill he put in your drink two nights ago should’ve kept you asleep at least for a few days. He planned to take you home today considering he got carried away the nights before, libido high from the adrenaline rush he had from ridding both of you of the blockage that kept you two apart. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you.

Jolting, you looked up at him from your kneeled position with wide eyes. He sets his hand on your head and crouches down.

“You’re gonna be good so I don’t have to knock you out, kay?” Hesitantly, you nod your head. He smiles softly before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take, helping you on your feet as you hold yourself up with shaky legs, gaze stuck on your deceased parents as you walk back to the bedroom.

Kazutora: You pant heavily as moans echoed throughout the room, bucking your hips up as your ex boyfriend’s thrusts meet yours. Your fingers grip his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock aiming deeper inside of your walls as he grinds into you, hitting your g-spot with each rutt. He moans into your ear as he nibbles and sucks your earlobe, one of his hands placed on top of your head as his other hand grips the cushion of the bed.

“Kazu, I’m gonna cum!” You whimper out as you grind harder against him, the head of his cock pounding against the erogenous zone that causes your hands to turn into fists as you throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches.

“Cum on this cock, baby.” His husky voice whispers against your ear as he continues the same pace, purposefully bringing you to an orgasm as you moan loudly, yelling a curse as you hold your hips in place. Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs a hold of your thighs, holding them up before thrusting at a faster pace, his hair draping over as he leans over, your hands gripping his shoulders once more as your mouth hangs open, feet next to your head.

The bed rocks as he roughly thrusts into you, cream oozing out of your pussy and dripping to your ass. You couldn’t help but release shaky moans as he used your pussy to bring himself to an orgasm. Your eyes widen as you watch his expression morph into the familiar look he makes when he’s about to cum.

“Pull out!” You yell as your eyebrows furrow from the overstimulation, hands moving to his chest.

“M’ gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy.” He moans out, panting as his hips become sloppier, his fingers squeezing your thighs tightly. You yank his hair back in an attempt to pull him out of you only for him to moan out as he thrusts his hips harder, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth hangs open.

He pressed his cock deep inside you as you felt his seed shoot inside. Both of you moan out as he slowly grinds his orgasm out, you pressing your hips against him as you cream out another orgasm. He lays on top of you as he pushes himself inside you more, holding himself in place to make sure all of his semen has nowhere to go but inside your hole.

“No, no, no! Kazutora, I told you to pull out!” You smack his sweaty back as he breathes deeply against your neck.

“It’s fine.” You both grunt as he pushes inside of you more, his arms hugging around your head.

“No it’s not! Now you have to get me a plan b!”

He sits up as he chuckles before pulling his hips back and shoving into you again before beginning a slow pace. You bite your lip to hold back from moaning.

“Uh, uh. You’re gonna keep it and we’re going to raise it together.” He grins as he holds your legs back up.

“Are you crazy? I have a fiancé now! I can’t get pregnant!” He pins your arms above your head after you try to push him off.

“That’s too bad.” He says before thrusting at a faster pace. He breeds you over and over again the rest of the night, your pussy full of nothing but his sperm.

The next day, you bought a plan b, walking to your car after you left the store. Before you could get in your seat, you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a chest with a knife against your throat.

“Take it and I will slice your neck and kill your fiance after sending everyone in your family the video I took of us last night. Do you understand?” He says softly against your ear. You nod frantically as he takes the bag out of your hand. He pecks your cheek before releasing you.

“Glad we got back together, Y/n. It’ll be good for the baby.”

Ran: You wake up in a penthouse, the huge bedroom displaying a luxury you’ve never seen in person until last night. You were surprised that someone so loaded would go to a run down club such as the place you work at and choose you, a low class stripper, to spend the night with. You wouldn’t normally go home with anyone, but this man was charming and beautiful. You could tell he was expensive just by his demeanor and what he wore. You had no clue why he spotted you, gazing at you when he first walked in. When you made eye contact, you knew it would be a good night.

He made it worthwhile, treating you delicately, all the while pounding into you from behind as his nails left scratch marks all over you. Whispering soft words as he talked you through each orgasm while shoving his cock so hard that your skin smacked loudly against each other. His hold felt good against you, bodies molding together as you gripped the sheets of the bed, his sweat mixing with yours as he thrusts deeply inside of you.

“Work at my club.” He says while tracing your arm as you lie on his bare chest, the morning light seeping through the thin curtains as your legs are tangled together. You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Working at his club brought you more money, as well as high end living. You moved out of your grimy apartment to a luxury loft near his penthouse. One of his drivers would give you limitless rides to wherever you had ordered. You made connections and created a better life for yourself, with his help of course. You’re clearly the boss’s favorite, damn near living with him as he always brought you to his home at the end of a work night. Even on your off days you would end up at his place, waking up naked in his bed.

Whenever you had vip performances, there was a no touch policy for you specifically no matter the circumstances. As you rolled your hips against a stranger’s lap, he grabbed your ass and pulled you onto his covered bulge, bucking his hips against you. You yelp as you try to release yourself from the man’s grip, only for him to hold you down and groan. You curse at him before turning and back handing his face.

He shoves you to the ground, standing up from the seat as he hovers over you. He pulls his arm back, ready to land a punch to your cheek. A bang echoed through the room as blood splattered on your face and front body. The man’s headless body pauses before dropping limp on the ground, his jaw hanging as red covers him. You pant as your eyes stare wide at the corpse. Footsteps come towards you from behind as hands reach around your waist and pick you up from the floor.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says casually as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Still gazing at the body oozing blood, you nod your head with a trembling lip. He rubs your back as you both walk out. When you both lied in bed that night, you couldn’t get the man’s headless body out of your mind. Sure, he deserved something bad to happen to him, but the way Ran shot him so effortlessly was a little troubling for you. Regardless of the mixed feelings you held, you couldn’t help the side of you that was excited that a man like him protected you from danger.

“You no longer work at the club. You only work for me.” You were forced to move in with him for ‘your own safety,’ as well as giving all your personal details to him so he can take care of you completely. He paid for everything and even dressed you himself. He really molded you into his perfect doll. You couldn’t really get mad about the lack of freedom considering you had no more worries. In fact you were a little scared that he would give it all up once another stripper caught his eye.

“I could never replace my favorite doll.” With that sentence alone, your whole mindset changed. You realize that what you were receiving wasn’t real. Everything was to mold you into his little object. His toy. You don’t know why it hurt you as bad as it did, but you knew you had to leave.

The next day, you told him, “I think it’d be best if we stopped seeing each other. Our relationship is way past professional and I want my own life back.” He only stares at you as he sits on his office chair, stoic expression as his legs are crossed.

“You’re having a bad day. You should get some rest.” He states. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I’m serious. This needs to end right now.” He stands up from his seat, walking towards you before gently grabbing your chin and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Are you sure?” He questions. You nod your head, ignoring his affection no matter how bad you wanted it. He releases you before walking back to his seat. He sits down and props his legs on the desk. You froze when you turned to walk away, a gun cocking behind you. You turn your gaze to him in shock and fear.

“Why do you look so scared, Y/n? You wanted this to end, right?” His expression shows a sly smile, elbow resting on the table as he lazily points the gun at you. Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he leans over the desk, both elbows on the table, placing his feet on the ground.

“Or, were you mistaken?” You couldn’t move, your hairs standing up on your limbs as you breathed heavily. Your body is tense as you eye the barrel of the weapon.

“Were. You. Mistaken?” He reiterated, awaiting a response as his eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes, I made a mistake.” He nodded, “Mhm,” before setting his gun on the desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom for a nap.” He smiled as he waved you off.

Rin: You hadn’t expected the drunken night to go as good as it did. Having been broken up with the day of, you decided to go out and find a random person to take home. Of course, this isn’t something you usually do, but you need something, or someone to distract you.

You had initially walked into the club with your friends by your side, but after a few shots the whole night became blurred, you all losing each other in the process.

The alcohol saved you from the thoughts that wanted to race your mind, instead you searched the crowd for someone who would be the perfect fit for tonight. Coming across a purple mullet, you knew exactly who you wanted. You downed another shot before reaching the upstairs dance floor.

You didn’t really care about anything but getting this stranger in your pants so when you reached him, you tapped his shoulder. You almost change your mind, anxiety forming when you see how attractive he is, though the alcohol in your system keeps you from folding to your insecurities.

“You wanna get out of here?” You question, swallowing your pride as his intimidating gaze locks you in a chokehold. You perk up at his smirk.

“Sure.”

Excitement causes you to grab his arm and pull him out of the club. He informs you of his driver and you allow him to take you to his place. When you both get there, you immediately pounce on him. Your lips drunkenly move against his as his arms wrap around your waist before pulling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. You make out as he carries you to the couch and sits with you on his lap.

After a couple hours or so, you both ended up in his bedroom, blankets all over the bed as you grind your hips on his face. His hands grip your thighs as you rest your arms on the head board, head back as you groan out. He smacks your ass as he laps up your juices, sucking your clit before flicking it with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm, you both sloppily give yourselves to one another.

When you woke up the next day, your phone continuously buzzed as a call interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you grabbed the phone and eyed the screen. You sigh once you see your ex’s name. Answering the phone you picked yourself up and used one of the blankets on the floor as a cover up. You glanced at the sleeping purple haired man and walked into his bathroom, closing the door behind you.

The conversation went with your ex manipulating the situation and you falling for it once more, a never ending cycle that you knew could end if you stopped fooling yourself. Hanging up and opening the bathroom door, you weren’t expecting to see Rin sitting up on the bed, half-naked as his body faces you with his feet planted to the ground. You greet him as you put your clothes on.

“Leaving to go back to your toxic ex?” One of your eyebrows raised at him.

“That’s none of your business. Can I please get a ride to my apartment?” He nods as he watches you walk out.

A week has passed and you and your ex are once again back on bad terms. You were on your way to his place to pick your stuff up so it wouldn’t get mixed up with the other women’s items considering he allows them to stay over. When you opened the door, your eyebrows furrowed at the dark living room. He just texted you so you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be waiting in the living space like he always does.

You gasp when you reach his bedroom doorway, his corpse lying on the floor with blood oozing from a bullet hole in his head, lifeless eyes wide open. You look at the culprit who sits on the bed facing away from you.

“What the fuck?” You breathe out, uncomfortable and terrified from the display. You could recognize the mullet from anywhere. He stands up from the bed with the gun still in hand.

“Let’s go.” He says, expecting you to follow as he walks past you. Because of the gun in his hand, you really didn’t have a choice but to follow if you didn’t want to end up like your ex.

Sanzu: You knew that even if you’re unhappy with your marriage, you probably shouldn’t have cheated. Honestly, it wasn’t anything planned but you really needed the drugs you had bought from the dealer you were recommended. Who knew that the one night stand would turn into an affair. Though there didn’t seem to be any emotional connection on your part nor did it seem like his, you couldn’t stop contacting him and yearning for the pink haired man in more ways than you should for a drug dealer.

You thought what you experienced was normal until you realized you might’ve caught feelings for your dealer. Unfortunately, when you confessed, you were answered with a blank expression as you both smoked weed in his car. You realized how stupid you were to have confessed to someone when you were married so you stopped buying from him. It wasn’t until he showed up at your house and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You continued to make out until you were on the sofa, riding his cock once more as you moaned out his name.

His hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you from below. One of his hands moved behind your head and pulled you to his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist, aiming his cock deeper to keep hitting that spot that makes your thighs quake in his hold.

“Fuck.” He hissed as you rolled your hips harder, grunting as his grip tightened. “You sure you want this?”

“Uh huh.” You moan out as you nod, head falling back as the sound of your wet pussy squelches around his thick girth. When the sound of the front door clicks open, before you could turn your head around, Sanzu pulls his gun out from the pants that sat beside him and aims it for the intruder.

“No!” You gasp just as the shot rings out. A thud follows as you turn fully to eye your now dead husband.

“Oh my…!” Your head is forced to face Sanzu, the hand free of the gun holding the back of your head as the one holding the weapon wraps around your waist, his thrusts starting again as he purposefully aims deep into your pussy. You moan out as tears fall, the pleasure contrasting with the fear and guilt in your heart. He pulls your forehead against his as he continues to fuck into you.

“This is mine.” He aims the barrel of the gun on your pubis, finger against the trigger. You stare wide eyed into his crazed blue orbs. “Only mine, got it?” You nod as he removes the gun and replaces the arm back around your waist.

He continues until you both reach your orgasms, riding them out against each other as you lean your head on his shoulder, questioning everything that brought you to this point.

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wingo5 · 8 months

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The first thing I thought of after seeing their new outfits lmao

Also this took for flipping ever to make, but I think it’s cute

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fanart #anime and manga #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers memes #ran #haitani ran #ran haitani #haitani brothers #rin #rindou #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #haitani #haitani brothers fanart

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levenlike11 · 9 months

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going to the beach with them is insufferable. they love making life a living hell for you. keep throwing water on your face and pushing you into the water, stealing your glasses so you can't see underwater. might also steal your crocs (or any shoes you want!) so you burn your feet walking on the boiling hot sand. did you tell them to pack their own snacks before coming here? yes. did they? of course not. are they still eating all of yours? also yes. annoying you is their full time job and they're committed. but still, they love you too much to let you burn your skin in the sun when you fall asleep, so they put sunscreen on your back and turn the umbrella your way, making themselves face all the sun. they don't mind though, they're definitely aware they tired you out all day so you both deserve it. would also 100% pick pretty seashells with you to make diy jewelry with you later. or bring you cool shaped/colored rocks they found on the shore. told you you were being 'childish' when you suggested to make sand castles but had twice the fun you did while making them. also bragged about their buildings to all the kids on the beach (they're literally the same brain age as the kids sometimes.) buys you your favorite ice cream before waking you up and cleans the ice cream on your cheek by kissing it away. covers your body with their towel if a stranger is staring at you weirdly. also kisses you to show them you're very much taken. if you came with a group of friends, they will definitely want to play beach volleyball and if they keep annoying you, you might just accidentally throw the ball on their back.

suna, atsumu, hinata, oikawa, nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, iwaizumi (hq) ran & rin haitani, mikey, chifuyu, baji, draken (tokyorev) reo, bachira, kaiser (blue lock) itadori, gojo, toji (jjk) kirishima, kaminari (bnha) and anyone else you'd like!

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writingsbymo-mo · 5 months

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Random thoughts........buuuuut.....

Don't Wake the Beast

What if Rindou was hosting a party and you got dared to wake Ran up?

When someone dared you to wake Ran up, Rindou gave you a worried look. He didn't want to relive the last party he held. You weren't ready for another penalty shot just yet, and honestly, you've wanted to see what would happen if you woke up the beast in the other room.

You tiptoed over to Ran's bedroom, closing the door behind you, not even uttering a sound. Quietly, you snuck over to his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful. The way his lashes contrasted against his skin in the moonlight, the way his soft snores filled the silent space, the way you couldn't help but notice his plush lips with every breath. You leaned closer to him, almost a mere inch from his face when you paused. "I...shouldn't do this...maybe another way," you mouthed a whisper.

As soon as you were about to move away, a set of hands caressed your cheeks and pulled you against his warm, soft lips, devouring you with the hunger of a starving man. You squeaked and moaned into him, pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt as you fought for dominance. You melted into his touches, shifting onto his bed to sit in his lap, grinding into him. Ran slid his hands along your sides, gasping when you hit the right spot. A string of saliva connecting your lips as it snapped when you moved your head, gazing at the man you woke up with half lidded eyes.

"Hah, did the prince come give the princess a kiss?" He purred, sneaking some kisses along your jaw.

"More like the dragon stole it...you were already awake, weren't you?"

He chuckled into your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You know Rin's parties are never quiet..."

"True..."

"Just know if it weren't for you coming when you did, their sorry asses wouldn't dare step foot in here."

You laughed, "looks like I saved this party."

He rolls you onto your back, chuckling as you squeak in surprise. "Oh, but our night is just getting started, love."

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Meanwhile...

"Should we go check on them?"

Rindou shook his head. "I wouldn't if I were you. With how long it's been...they'll be in there for the rest of the night..."

#writing this instead of the ran fic help #what is with my mind today #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #tokrev #haitani rindou #rindo haitani #rindou haitani #do not wake the beast known as ran unless it's you #ran haitani scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader #sad the original draft for this was accidentally deleted and had to start over...really wpuldve prefered the original version 😭😭😭#we know rin does not want to imagine what goes on behind those doors 😅

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slttygeto · 2 years

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"if there was a strawberry field..."

featuring: rindou haitani, ran haitani, ryuguuji ken, manjiro sano (ft. a special someone), mitsuya takashi.

note: mainly got the idea from @souyasbabyy :)

#moon's works #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fake texts #haitani brothers #rindou x reader #ran x reader #mitsuya x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #mitsuya takashi #ryuguji ken #haitani ran #haitani rin #manjiro sano

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hai7ani · 1 day

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等了一辈子的你 / i have waited an eternity for you / right person at the right time

one night stand who you thought was just gonna come and go shows up unexpectedly at your door the next day, the day after, again, again, and again. except he doesn't come for sex, no. he never asks for it. instead he brings flowers and he offers to cook you both dinner with groceries that he bought. he asks about your day and he listens as you ramble on and on about the dogs at the park or the new cafe you've been wanting to try and he never once complains that you talk too much like the others do. sometimes on weekends he brings you to the beach and he takes many polaroids of you that he hogs in his wallet and sometimes on weekdays he drives you to the other side of the city where he claims there is good food (aka the restaurant that he grew up frequenting and has developed a close relationship with the lady boss. this is how his mother finds out that her son has been seeing a certain somebody). he doesn't share a lot about himself, and you never push him to tell you, but he always wants to know more than who you are 一 he wants to feel the drum of your heart and the flame of your soul. but he disappears one day just when you thought things were going well and it ultimately ends up like how you'd dreaded things to become 一 your little heart in pieces and your life back to melancholy grey. until he finally shows up again and this time he's on one knee on your porch, in the rain, and he's asking for you to marry him. you do not see a ring in his hand but you do see a lifetime with him in his eyes. "i left to buy us a land, in the countryside. with a house." just like you've always wanted. and suddenly your chest doesn't feel as tight as it did anymore. a drop of your tear falls onto his cheek and you smear it across his skin. "i've been away for 13 days," he kisses your palm. "13 days my bones were burning and my heart was bleeding because i was not with you." and he lets out a long breath as you melt into his arms. "you are with me now, my love," you moan. "i am with you."

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cu7ie · 11 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (✪㉨✪) beasts of burden.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▚▚▚▚▚▚⠀⠀when the pet aims to become the master! ▚▚▚▚▚▚

⠀⠀⠀⠀cw; non-con / dub - con ! reader owns hybrids like how you might own pets. rough groping, clothes ripping, sexual aggression. no specific gender or genitals mentioned. hybrid! characters x human reader. REALLY LONG POST. (5k+)

Shepherd!Shinichiro is full-grown when you meet him. The dog you pictured taking home with you wasn’t anything like Shinichiro. He’s too tall. Sheds too much (you sat down with a black shirt and stood up with a coat) gets so excited squirreling around with his friends that he nearly stampedes you.

But he’s the one you leave with. He’s the one who’s papers you’re signing your name all over. The one who’s collared and dutifully walking in step with you back to your apartment. The one you chose to love.

He’s not shy; not necessarily forth-coming either, but he respects you enough. Wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in, doesn’t chew up your furniture and sits on the first try every time. You’d never owned a hybrid before. And with Shinichiro’s specific breed, you’re even less certain about his disposition; though his excitement and his happy licks and demand for head rubs is giving you a good feeling. You do your research sparingly in the upcoming weeks, scrolling down google with one hand,

The other threaded affectionately in Shinichiro’s hair.

A few more weeks pass, and Shinichiro’s thin shell cracks under the weight of your relentless affections. You’re touchier than any owner he’s ever had.

He doesn’t know how to express to you, this coiling snake in his belly - roiling hellfire whenever you stroke under his chin, pat him playfully on his cheek and drag your hand up and down his tummy -

You don’t notice (or pretend not to) the tent he’s pitching in his shorts. He’s wheezing and you won’t stop rubbing. Your eyes are glued to his, sip-sippin’ up his ambrosia; enthusiasm, utter joy, laughter so strained it sounds painful.

You’re a good boy. Such a good, good boy. You whisper to him. And he’s whining - whining so loud and he can’t help himself, he just can’t help it.

And when he bites you, you are shocked. You choke on your praises. Surprise leaves you deafened and petrified, and you are being pulled by your hand up up into Shinichiro’s sharp and eager grasp before you can dissuade him with a firm ‘bad boy’. He feels you up.

(He only seen you. In parts, never all at once or for very long. Steam fogs up your mirror when you shower and there was always something peculiar about that depressingly gelid draft, rising goose pimples in your skin despite the warm shower. He’s looking, then, and looking at night. He’s supposed to be sleeping beside your bed, but he worms his way beneath your covers. Breathes so close to your face that your eyelids twitch in your sleep.

You’re warmer than any human he’s ever met. Your laughter crisp in the space behind his eyes. Everything’s so quiet now - but it’s like he can hear you so clearly, moaning quietly and,

So perfect. All his.)

He forgets how fragile humans are at the best of times. His nails - which you’ve been meaning to trim, he’s just too excited sometimes - scrape along your skin from your waist and down to your hips, etching in crescents whenever he grabs you firm. You squeal, mousy eyed and meek handed, pushing firmly against Shinichiro’s chest. He only leans into you more. Eyes softened with adoration and love, resolve sharpened to a blade’s edge as he licks his lips like you’re something that ought to be devoured.

He can tell there’s something that’s making you uncomfortable. His cock is stiff in his boxers - he’s sure you can feel it, how much he loves you too - and he’s staring like he can’t believe you’re real; but he doesn’t wager either of those things are the reason why you’re quiet. You’re new to this. Never been bred before; he deduces from the apprehension in your gaze. He strokes your cheek, like you’d done once before to comfort him. Like he’s telling you not to worry, as your shorts tear and buttons pop off. As he flips you over and fixes your positioning, raises your hips so when he curls over your back they’re raised to his, you fidget. You spasm, you squirm, jerkily moving your hands to support your weight as you attempt dislodging his grip from your hips.

“No! Bad boy! Bad dog! Shinichiro!-” He grinds his dick against you with pent-up aggression, carnal fervor that slides along your back and drags something sticky along with it.

There are hearts in his eyes. If he wasn’t holding your head down, you might’ve been able to see them.

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Kitty!Izana doesn’t live in a shelter. If he did once, then he recalls it with no fondness, taken to lying with shadows like any other discarded piece of trash. He’s a bit fleabitten and mangy, to be expected from a backwater alley cat. Nobody pays him mind as long as he relegates himself to dark corners; sticks to swiping things from beneath unsuspecting strangers’ noses and desiring little more for himself. Not one familiar place to him anymore; and he had no business being in any place a human called home. So he lets himself fester. Allows resentment to pry open his chest and live there, congealing in his open wounds, choking a withered heart. And for a long while, he knows no comfort beyond that of his own thoughts.

You just finished signing your lease agreement, and should be finished moving in before the end of the week. An optimistic estimate. All your boxes remain packed, stacked into several towers and sorted by importance. Memorabilia, your tankobon collection, tapestries and vases and the rest of your life in sturdy cardboard containers. The area is .. okay. Not the cleanest, or most well lit at night, or even the safest feeling, (you feel like something’s stabbing you with its eyes. Slithering up your neck, a snake-) but well within your budget - and the landlord is just the sweetest older man. He checks up on you often. Doesn’t have many restrictions or rules; no loud music playing, no smoking ( or more reasonably — no cigarette butts on the steps,) and absolutely no hybrids. So when you happen upon those yellow beady eyes in the alleyway, the vague rumble of hunger that squeezes your heart before the specter bounds behind the safety of the refuse,

You aren't sure about your angle of attack. On one hand, he's despondent. Doesn't believe in your kindness, hisses at your handouts and leaves your arm beat up and gouged out on more than one occasion. He's just nervous, you think, slicing tuna, flattening and molding rice into sheets that you roll up and slice into pieces. He'll come around, one day.

He just has to. It's getting colder. Autumn is cut short by the blizzarding winds of winter, and Izana grows desperate. A human's persistence always feels like the cure to all problems. That's probably what you think - with your pretty eyes and your dumb little fucking human brain and -

Yes, he does eat the food you give him, because it's fresh and he's starving, and he takes the coat you 'were going to throw away' (you shove it into his hands, for him to keep,) because it'd be a shame it'd go to waste. Not because he likes you. Not because he appreciates you. In fact, you might just be the bane of his existence.

(You make him hurt. Unlike any pain from being kicked or having bricks thrown at his ribs. Worse than the cigarettes that have burnt permanent ash into his fur. He doesn't need you. Doesn't want to want you. So this feeling, that butterflies his lungs and crackles his ribs and has him looking away whenever you fix him with those cloyingly pitying eyes,

It must be hatred. Must be disgust. He is unwilling to rationalize it as anything else. Sometimes he'll climb the fire escape when he learns your specific apartment, sees your head sticking out the window one day to move your potted plants inside when it gets too too cold out; lingering in the dank fetid air of the alleyway, maps you out and keeps his notes for a rainy day. You see him, try to lure him in with food and promises of affection and play and toys. He's gotten less aggressive, willing to compromise at least. Doesn't hiss when you wave him good mornings, doesn't claw at the air and bite your wrist when you scratch him behind the ear. It's only been a few months. You don't seek your landlord's ire (you're not sure he could handle a surprise, let alone find out you're hosting for strays) but you trust that Izana could keep a secret if you can. He's mostly quiet in your interactions and that doesn't change much once he's inside. He isn't reciprocal with affections, doesn't pay you much mind in your own house, but is harmless and docile when pampering is involved. He's butter over warm toast, melting and purring as warm water washes over him in - oh, you don't even know how long.

It's unlike him regardless.

(He's hurting again. It's dull and throbbing in his lungs, cold and piercing and fierce; you caressing his cheek, the water pooled around him. He's not drowning but he's full of something and he despises the sensation, but leans further and further into your hand-)

You rinse dirt from out of his hair, decay from behind his ears, scrub the loneliness from his skin.

(You're so focused. His anxiety worms its way to his stomach and buried itself, the seed to which your affection tends; the unknown, the unusual inspires his fear. Is your betrayal imminent? There seems to be no ruse in your ministrations, but his heart pounds at the thought. You wring out the cloth you used to clean him and tell him he can stand before leaving the room. You can't see him. He will use that to his advantage.)

Your back is turned as you rummage through your closet for an extra towel. You remembered grabbing one, though it makes sense your mind could have been going - oh shoot. Did you tell Izana to wait for you in the bathroom? You spin around so fast you sway in your spot for a bit, stomping towards the bathroom, towel in hand.

But he's not there. Wet footprints lead you to your living room, but he's not there either. He's a bit soft pawed, the slippery kind of feline you presume. So the hunt marches along. Not under the kitchen table, under the couch, near the window or the front door. He didn't go back to the bathroom. Your mounting confusion is the first thing he notices when you walk back in your room. Your face; it's pretty. Which becomes a revolting conclusion as soon as it's realized, but he can't take it back, can't unthink it. Humans are not beautiful. But maybe you are? He's under your bed, by the way. You see the pale yellow eyes as a surprisingly strong hand curls around your ankle firmly - and tugs. The world falls around you and you raise your head so your shoulders hit the floor before you get a concussion; aching and holding up the towel shield against a very wet, a little dusty Izana.

"Buddy. What's up with all the rabble rousing? I was gonna towel you off and we were gonna be all cool-" Your voice lurches as he tosses the towel wayward, forcing you to bare witness to his lean physique, his tail curling around your leg as he leans up and,

His cock is throbbing. So hard, pre leaking from the ruddy tip, as it sticks up and out like an offensive gesture. It's ribbed with nub-like bumps, blunt and odd and menacing. You whine and try to gain leverage with your legs, attempting to kick and wriggle your way out from beneath him. Dead weight. He does not budge. He does look a little impatient now though; terse like you've been the one wasting his time.

"Human." He croaks, placing his hand on your shoulder and scooting further up your chest, his cock head kissing your lips. You whimper.

"Lick it."

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Lab!Manjirou was the one nobody wanted. Hybrid kennels are rough, and most owners don't know how to dress up and play pretend. He's not doing much when you first start working there, determined to make a home out of this hell. He didn't trust your commitment. Wary of most humans in his day to day, he doesn't aim to keep an eye out for them. Mostly lounging around with the other hybrids, aimless and picking fights with the biggest guys and scaring all the little kids with the big eyes and burning glares, whooping and hollering and barking through metal fences. Your patience is effortless. You assign your 'pack mates' (employees, you later explain) tasks; maintain the kennels and the play spaces and the feeding and walking times, while you see to Manjirou's personal retraining program. He's a good fella at heart, you know that; just a little bit of a lack of focus is all. Preoccupied with his own thing to his own detriment. You begin with teaching him how to listen. He often doesn't bother with humans; preferring the ravings of his hybrid friends as opposed to human conversation and commands. You're not his boss and you don't try to be. What you are though, is his caretaker. He ought to listen to the people trying to help him - and you don't get it, because you've never been in his position before - so maybe your first lesson doesn't go over too well with him. Maybe he stops paying you attention for the next couple days, bleeding into the next week.

Maybe he just doesn't want to listen to a word you say. And that's fine. You guess you could be okay with that.

(But he did listen. Listened to every word that fell from your lips like it'd be the last thing he'd ever hear, felt your heartbeat as you started to feel unsure of yourself; smiled dumbly at how easy you fluster. You are trying. He saw it. As real as stars in the night, as certain as sunrise. And maybe he commends you for that, but he mostly dreams of your pretty mouth and how bright a future could be with you in it.

He doesn't talk to you because it doesn't make him feel cool. The others keep pulling his leg, jaunting and ribbing and getting under his skin; and while he hates being serious, he hates being made to look a fool more. So he stands and lets you hit, pick up a card, play.

You try again. And again. And again. Burning away his resolve. He is abrasive. He drags his feet, turns his head the other way. Doesn't take you seriously.

But you are firm. Your voice never wavers. Manjirou, don't you want to be a good boy for me?

He dips his nose into your palm, and you wonder if dogs know how to keep promises.)

You make progress with the pups and kittens and think you're making something out of yourself when the first month under your management comes to a close. The kennel has taken root and grown into something of a home. Massive fronds that keep the hybrids safe in and intruders out, a wealth of life inside like a fresh breath of air; colors pulled right from a painter's palette, vivid and buzzing and delightful all around. He almost hates his quickly it feels like you forget about him. You're busier and work later but still chat with him when you can; just not as focused, not as forward. He misses your special attention. Now he mostly sees you dispensing food around dinner time, greeting the others as you come and go.

Tonight, his hunger is legendary. You walk into the kennel the same time you do every night, pat the same heads, serve the same meal, clean up, and-

Mikey's been following you. It's not new for him. You get a second shadow and he gets much needed attention, although none of it is particularly good. He keeps stepping on your heels and trying to smell the air around you, trying to rub his scent off on you, and you're a saint; so patient and so caring and so fucking blind,

Because the rest of the hybrids have formed somewhat of a circle around you. Innocuous seeming, but as your hands empty; bending over to place an empty box on the ground, you hear a shrill, low whistle. It's Mikey. Surrounded by all his little friends with their innocent eyes and big smiles. "What..?" You trail off, not observing the danger as it bares it fangs at you, stepping forward with that probing gaze. "Mikey, are you alright?" Your concern wraps around his heart and almost makes him feel sorry about what he's going to do to you.

(The others have taken a liking to you too. Draken and Peh - Yan and Kazutora and - all his friends really. They don't like you as much as he does, you're his favorite, but they like Mikey enough to fall in line with him - to turn cheek when he lands on top of you and scratches your forearm; starts popping the buttons on your dress shirt.)

Mikey is sooo hungry. His tongue curls around the plane of your neck and his hand impatiently gropes at your chest. Shallow breaths give way to panic; the realization you were the one meant to close up shop, there’s no one else here.

“Manjiro. Stop! Get off of-!” He forces his mouth onto yours, kisses you sloppily like he’s been waiting for you to fall into his arms just so could take you, just like this. His erection pressing against your thigh as he spreads your legs so wide the other hybrids just have to take a look and,

You’re crying.

(They seem drawn to it. Your tears. Your squirming. Mikey licks a long stripe up your cheek, tastes the salt in them. His saliva burns you.) His hands have already forced your pants down your legs, and all the time and effort you poured into him; all your love; it’s become malformed. Grossly misrepresented as he aggravatedly humps your thigh, popping threads your underwear at the goading of his friends, sticking a finger in you so suddenly and harshly that you groan and squeal, pumping it in and out;

“I can be a good boy for ya.” He simpers, raising his hand; lapping your fluids off his fingers. “Let me show you.”

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There was no contingency plan in place for if you lost your nerve and ended up taking home two hybrids instead of one. Sure, you have the space - s’not like you don’t have the money; but dad was going on and on about the importance of spending limits, keeping track of your schedule - making sure they have what they need. “These are live animals, you know. You can’t just throw money at it and make it happy. They’re alive. They think, they desire, they need. You need to take real responsibility n’ take care of them properly or-”

“It’ll be fine. And I’m not just saying that, dad. I swear on it.” Sure you do. You don’t let him finish before you’re making an excuse to get a foot out the door, (because you hate being late more than you hate being told what to do,) a short drive to the kennel your father suggested; which practically feels like a hop and skip away. It’s ritzy, for sure. Mint and cream lettering that deems this building ‘Tenjiku & Friends’. Something about this place is just too cute. You hop out the car and two other men (that your dad sent, because even though he loves you to bits and pieces, sometimes you act like you took a high dive in a low well) tail you, open the door for you, clear the way for you. You had called the kennel the previous day to see if they had anything exotic for sale, and before you make it all the way down the hall, someone -

Cream pants, cotton candy blue vest, polite smile -

stops you in your tracks. He knows your name because he remembers talking to you, but let yourself feel like a celebrity anyway as he walks you down the hall. Most hybrid kennels only vendor dogs and cats - but specialized ones have the more exotic options for high-ballers. You walk past a basilisk (kinda looks like a dragon), wild cats (some big, some small), and harpies; from peacocks to pigeons, it's like this place has it all.

You like the look of the basilisk the most, you guys walk back towards the reptile section as the young man hurriedly explains more shit you don’t give a fuck about-

And then you see it. A brilliant beam of light as pretty scales refract a heat lamps’ brightness right into your eyeballs. You stomp over with all intent to be irritated with whatever stupid ass animal did-

That…

Your rage is cut with shock - all encompassing and rapidly onset. Your shock gives way to astonishment, flapping your hands as you point and go “Look, look!” towards the ice cold cobra resting behind the glass. He doesn’t move at the emergence of new faces, too busy being effortlessly gorgeous and minding his own damn business - but you have the wealth to be nosy.

It’s almost like .. he’s calling out to you.

From behind the observing glass, his chittering tail slips out of view; Rindou - the silver inlay on the name plate reads. There’s another name beneath it - Ran - though the cool-mint scales (on what you presume to be his brother) that slink out of view appeals to you profoundly on an aesthetic level. His brother doesn’t look lots like him as far as coloration goes. He’s a shiny beetle black. Under this heat lamp you can see shifting emeralds and colors of envy shift within the pot of black ink; his skin, beautiful, and (look, your mind’s changing again,) pressing your forehead to the glass, you weigh your options and are unable to think beyond ‘Gosh, they are just so gorgeous.’

They continue ignoring you. They’ve seen ambitious types like you before; the ones that come in and crowd around the main attraction - the twin kings, magnificent and dangerous and feral. That which humans consider beautiful. Their captivity. You gape and awe and marvel so much; pay no heed to the handlers’ that say ‘back away from the glass’, just flash a cute enough smile (show them the billfold of your wallet) and they let people like you carry on. Because they know you’re good for it.

(Rin and Ran talk amongst themselves often; refrain from speaking when humans are around but they definitely talk - about the handlers, about home, about freedom. No more poking with this needle, sedating with that pill, living ‘natural’ lives behind plexiglass. Preferably without pesky fucks like you trying to rip them apart - take them from everything they know-)

“These two are kinda like a package deal. One won’t move without the other - most people just want one and, y’know, s’not like we’re gonna corral em’, or force em to go but-” The guy you’re listening to but not quite blathers on and on, til’ you raise your hand and look over; with the stars and the sun and moon in your eyes; a little less than half a grand in your hand. He looks startled by your fervor, the way you bark orders at the people you came with to get the trucks to have these guys moved out within the hour - having the blue blooded audacity to stand in the way of the snake handlers as they coax the cobras out into the open, watching with wonderstruck glee and tapping your feet and jumping for joy. (You are so annoying. Most well-to-dos are, but when they lay your eyes on you for the first time, when they care enough to bear witness to their new owner; you’re not what they are expecting, and they don’t know if they like that. No crotchety, old, suit wearing executive, no crude perverse old hag. You’re young. A socialite maybe, but naive; surely.) They whisper and hiss and slither across linoleum tile to sniff at you with cautious forked tongues, chittering with their rattling tails. You shouldn’t be this close to them; not yet at least, but money makes men dance and the kennel company is more than happy to oblige your specialty requests.

You look so excited to own them. That’s what they think at first, your mouth gaping at their utterly massive size. Their tails have to be at least twenty feet long, undulating slowly as they are walked down the hall with no issue. The striking specimens are enough to make your eyes water. How would they look in the sun? Sparkling like infinitely precious gemstones and gold. Their scales must be waterproof - maybe if they enjoy a good swim they could break in the new pool you just had renovated. You sigh in utter delight, enchanted by your future and running back to your sleek black car; practically throwing yourself down the flight of steps and demanding your chauffeur break every single traffic code in order to get home before your new pets do.

Hybrids; the best companionship money can buy.

You prepared your house for a hybrid to move in - note, singular, - and largely anticipated bringing home something so much more … normal. What do nagas even enjoy? Do they even like sleeping in beds? Probably not - real snakes don’t even sleep in beds, that’s stupid. You’re stupid and make impulsive decisions. But it's okay. When in doubt, cash out. You start doing research - a little late, but same day delivery is a terrific thing - and are interrupted soon after by violent buzzing and knocking at your door.

Rin and Ran look shocked when they slither inside but that doesn’t matter in the least bit to you. You’re too excited by the towering nagas, clasping your hands together as the handlers ascertain and assess your premises. Good enough, they say, and leave you be.

“So. You guys talk right?” You ask almost stupidly. They share a glance and Rin speaks before Ran does - and you don’t know if it’s a lisp or if that’s just his tongue, but -

“Yes.” His s’s are so sharp they sting. “We do talk, human.” They are far, but close the gap in an instant and, once raised to their full sitting height, tower over you effortlessly. You’re not smart enough to feel intimidated. Ran seems to take to you more than Rin. Isn’t as aloof; rubs his body along your sides as he slithers by, flicking his tongue out at you. “Awesome! Well, this,” You make a sweeping gesture with your hand at the grand expanse of your house. “is your home now! Get comfortable. There’s plenty of room to lounge about and do whatever snakes like to do.” Rindou sneers at you, and you feel like you might’ve said something wrong; but don’t care enough to correct it. They’re your pets, anyway. You provide, they don’t complain.

Rindou continues being cold to you, but Ran warms your heart and soul and almost never wants to leave your side. (They’re playing you. Good cop, bad cop - trying to figure out what makes you tick. How that can be leveraged - work to their benefit. Ran does take a liking to you; you’re dumb and fun and adorable. So small and fragile compared. He learns a lot about you, too; the human shows you like to watch and the fickle games you like to play. You’re not very strong, not very bright - but you’re affluent; wealthy, and to humans that is power.

Him and Rin talk less and less about leaving as the weeks pass. Even Rindou is starting to like you more. Your embarrassed smiles and the fear he can smell in your nervousness. Makes him.. tingle.)

You give them whatever they ask for whenever they want it. More treats, shiny things, installments in your house that can hold their weight, so they can climb and perch and slither and rest. But eventually, they get bored of your money.

They start looking to you for more substance, but that’s when they begin to realize their individuality matters little to you. They are humanoid. Human-ish. But they are not people. To you, they are mindless. You ruffle their hair and call them “Good boys”. You bombard them with hugs and kisses and pats when they don’t want them; though when they are seeking out your attention you’re suddenly too busy, suddenly so annoyed. And of course, they have other needs too.

(You don’t care about being naked in front of them. You strip carelessly and leave articles around the house for them to find, walking into rooms in towels or sometimes nothing at all. It means nothing; your nudity and you purport it should be the same for them. You don’t stare at them like they stare at you. Analyzing your every move. Every inch of bare skin is scandalizing, racy and jarring - they don’t know what to do but stare. Ran, a lapdog if anything, tries to get close to the source - Rin prefers taking mementos and memories. Your bathroom’s so big and shower so relaxing that you don’t care if Ran keeps slithering in and out. He keeps an eye on you, so Rindou can be the one to rummage through your drawers & your laundry. Finds the clothes that smell the most like you, steals them away to fashion into a nest in any random corner of your big ass house. You don’t notice. Maybe you just don’t care.)

You buy clothes obsessively. You have two separate dressers, two closets - probably an entire room for the nice, vintage stuff that takes up space, collecting dust because you have more than you know what to do with - too selfish to give away. You don’t go in there often because most of the time you don’t need to - but all your cute shit is missing all of the sudden. No more flowery blouses or cute boleros or miniskirts - most interestingly, your matching underwear sets. They’ve all gone ghost and of course, you don’t necessarily blame your pets. They’re not messy. Never once had an instance of them chewing anything up, leaving refuse about the place - no, never them. But you don’t find those clothes even when you do your laundry, shake every fucking thing out of that hamper til the lint makes you sneeze, dig through your drawers (cause maybe you just shoved them back inside??? maybe??).

No cigar. You put everything back where it needs to be and step out of your room.

In a last ditch effort, you opt to check that storage room. You don’t anticipate finding anything but dashed dreams and wasted efforts - maybe a Savage X Fenty shopping spree to tide you over - potentially an exorcism to vanquish the ghost who’s taken such a liking to you fucking underwear.

You hear rattling. Like can filled with mung beans shake - shaking down the hall. You really don’t want to be mad or jump to a conclusion - so you wait until your right in front of the door to say for certain that yes, it’s one of those hybrids. You don’t know which name to get ready to scream because you haven’t seen either all morning, rattling the door knob with sweaty palms as you fill your lungs to-

Wheeze.

What you see is … You’re not entirely sure but it knocks the air of your lungs - makes you draw breath that you cannot exhale.

Scratch that - you are certain, you just really, really don’t want to believe it.

The room itself is in no state of disarray. But a crude hill of clothes that was certainly not there before has formed, and holding a pair of your panties in one hand is Rindou - who jerks his cock.. Ahm… cocks, with heated fervor; not interested in your presence immediately, which gives you the grace of time. You swallow your shock, open your mouth -

Before you are shoved into the room entirely from behind. Ran was always a bit big for a Naga, but he didn’t sacrifice stealth for size. You would have fallen on your knees if he hadn’t caught you, the strength he has in one arm perhaps more than you had in your whole body. Rindou acknowledges you then, tauntingly as he rubs your precious velvet panties across the length of his shaft, a wanton moan that breaks into a cruel giggle as Ran proceeds to move you forward.

“What the fuck. Rindou! Ran! What on earth-” You’re jostled. They smile and laugh like there’s a joke you’re not in on. As he forces you closer to Rindou’s cocks, you can smell his musk - the overpowering scent of cum and sex as Ran carries you forward, ignoring your belligerent hollering as your attempts to slip from his grasp prove futile. Ran’s smell dominates your olfactory sense and there’s something about his vulgar display you can’t pry your eyes away from. His dicks are massive; thick at the base where it comes out of the slit, with ribbed edges that you can’t parse. You can hardly imagine something like that fitting inside a human.

“Stop it you fucking snakes! Let! Me! Go!” You flail and fidget but they only chuckle and hiss; playful in their expressions but not in their actions. They aren’t talking in words you can understand either - fucking assholes. You’re angry until Rindou’s cock is bobbing right in front of your face. Then your mouth goes dry and you’re stammering and you don’t know what to do other than -

“Suck it, human.” He commands. You whine.

“No - I’m not putting that thing in m-my, “ He pushes the head of one against your lip until it pops into your mouth, muffling any protest that follows. Ran has already busied himself with your bottom half. He’s gotten your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, using his tail to support your body as Rin focuses on shoving his cock down your throat. The other rubs across your throat and feels strange but not unpleasant.

Ran uses his tongue. It’s too long and slimy and makes you whimper, Rin shudders and groans; thrusts the rest of his cock into your throat, and Ran preps you brusquely - spurned by his brother’s fun, raises your hips and all but impales you on his dick; you jerk and moan around Rindou’s girth, your jaw cramping and your hole stretching-

Kinda like a fucked up see-saw. When you slide off one cock, the other’s rushing to greet ya.

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nymphaliia · 23 days

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𐙚 TOKYO REVENGERS SMUT

୨୧ gamer!boyfriend!rindou x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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okkalo · 9 months

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rin, the man who would say no to playing princesses with his daughter but immediately cave when she pouts. he’s now wearing a tiara, his bangs messily tied up by his daughter, and in a pink tutu that (thankfully) had an elastic waist. he begrudgingly sits down at her tiny play table, the chair much too small for him, and sipping an empty play tea cup.

you would come back from work early just to see the sight, slapping a hand over your mouth to hold in a laugh. rin sees and IMMEDIATELY glares at you. absolutely flips you off under the table. would keep playing along with his daughter, however, just in a more grouchy mood now.

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gatitties · 1 year

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Dye it baby

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: a special day with your boys, a day of memories and torture

─ Warnings: obsession, metion of bullying, toxic behavior, blood, mention of torture, yandere stuff

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part five

How the first two parts have 1000 likes ??? thank you very much!! 🫶🏻

Lil edit: sorry @boycigs it's been so long i forgot i had to tag you 😭

You never knew how to measure quantities when cooking, because you didn't want to go short, you always ended up adding more ingredients than you should, which led you to make too much food, in this case, little strawberry cupcakes along with some other fruits.

You had time to do it on one of those rare days where you weren't being stifled by the presence of any Bonten executive, having you as their secretary made it easier for them to be accessible to you, but unfortunately they couldn't stop you from interacting with other people, more than anything because they also needed men to do their dirty work, men you seemed to talk to from time to time, which they didn't like.

For you, it was just small interactions, greetings, small talks with the guys who were hanging around, who came from missions or bodyguards who watched every corner in the barracks, nothing really important, you were just being nice like you would to anyone else, although most of them would only nod at your presence or words, they had already been threatened and knew the consequences.

But that didn't stop some clueless from enjoying your presence more than they would like, not to mention the fact that you want to distribute the leftover cupcakes among those men, they'd rather throw away your homemade food before those creeps could taste it, but they couldn't stop you, at least not most of the time.

You wanted to think that the disappearance of some people with whom you spoke or shared that leftover food was not your fault, after all, working with this type of criminal exposed you to many dangers, but you really did not know how far your boys could go for simply smiling at another person.

You put those thoughts aside, clutching the box full of cupcakes tightly, you reached the elevator in the main building, dialing the highest number, you waited patiently, humming the light music on hold, on your way out you simply walked a few more steps and knocked on the door already well known. It opened with a creak, as soon as you entered, being received by an arm hooking onto you in a loose hug, you smiled when you saw Mikey, anxious to see what you had prepared this time, despite not being his favorites, everything you did to he, would be a culinary work.

"By the way, today is dyeing day."

"Hmm? It is?"

You muttered at Rindou's words, noticing now, the boys who already had part of their natural color at the root of their hair, you shrugged smiling at the younger of the Haitani, nodding at his request, earning pitying glances from Kakucho, who was the only one who decided not to alter his original hair.

You approached him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way, trying not to let his kicked puppy look affect you, you offered him a smile that was enough to warm his heart, looking for a second at the expressions of his companions to silently boast of being the only one that received all your attention.

"Don't worry Kaku, I'll make sure that my next day off is just for you, we can make that recipe you told me about the other day, or visit some place you want."

The completely bitter and serious expressions of the others turned into small grimaces that were meant to be smiles as you turned to them, letting Takeomi lead the group out while you give a last silent wave to Kakucho, who simply nodded at your action, as soon as you were out of sight a frown on his face.

Kaku really hated 'dyeing days' because he was the only one not included in the bonding time with everyone, but then again he could always take advantage of it, just like now, he always got an extra day with you, and best of all It's just that it was just you and him, so he had your full attention.

Although he had to leave that for later, now, returning with the boys and you, you went out of the building to the crowded streets of Tokyo, everyone staying on the sidelines except Kokonoi, who was the only one who went with you to buy the hair dye, since the group itself would draw a lot of attention and he was the one handling the money, the others reluctantly agreed as he took your hand to guide you to the nearest store.

"Don't you want to dye your hair too?"

"I think not for now, my hair doesn't look so bad right?"

"Of course not! It's perfectly fine."

You laughed at how Koko was quick to make sure your hair was perfectly fine, knowing how delicate people your age could be because of the dreaded gray hair. You both walked out of there after choosing the appropriate colors for everyone, smiling at the packages you were holding in your hand.

It reminded you of your youth, you went through that stage too, you learned how to apply the dye on your own because going to a hairdresser would be a lot of work and much more expensive, although you stopped applying so many dyes to your hair because it started to get drier. When the boys discovered this —snooping through your old photos from your high school days— they asked you to apply the dye.

While everyone got used to being treated by a ridiculously expensive professional hairdresser, nothing could compare to taking advantage of this to spend more time with you, not to mention enjoying the feeling of being pampered by you, giving them a little scalp massage when you applied the dye to them, it was something that even the most experienced or expert hairdresser could not achieve.

"Who should be first?"

You all ended up in your house, because you continued to maintain that house even though the boys told you it wasn't necessary, but you hadn't spent most of your life working to buy this property and now just abandon it so abruptly, no, you weren't going through that, plus it was always like a refuge of your own peace of mind, although in the majority there was always someone who interrupted you on your day off.

You observed that everyone had impatient eyes, watching as you internally debated who should be the first to go through your majestic hands and head caresses, taking one last look at everyone you made up your mind once and for all.

"I guess we can start with Ran, since I'm going to take longer with him, you go after Rin, the rest of you shouldn't take that long so you can choose the order, oh, without any shouting or throwing knives."

You warned before taking the brothers to the bathroom, aware that the last time you told them to choose the order in which you were going to dye them they ended up fighting to see who would be the first to receive your attention. You started working with Ran, massaging his head while applying the dye, it took you half an hour to finish them both as they had two different colors, which complicated the process, luckily the others only had one color to choose from.

You weren't surprised that the next one to enter the bathroom was Mikey, after all he was the boss, and if the brothers had been lucky enough to go before him, it was only because it was your decision and he respected it. You took your time with him, knowing that he enjoyed more than anyone the reassurance that your fingers gave him, running over his skin in a firm but gentle way, it was refreshing for him, the only place where he could let his guard down and relax to the point where he almost falls asleep

The next one was Takeomi, he was the fastest since he only had a small part of his hair, that didn't mean that he didn't feel satisfied by the simple fact of being with you alone. He was followed by an impatient Sanzu, who was always very restless despite being with you, as if he were the rebellious and hyperactive son of the group, then Mochizuki entered and finally Kokonoi.

You sighed once you kicked Koko out of the bathroom, leaving you to relieve yourself while cleaning the dye stains left on your hands, you wet your face to cool off, feeling tired after a long day.

"Guys… can you tell me what the hell are you doing with my school album again? I thought I had hidden it…"

You stared blankly at the group of men who decided to deliberately ignore your words, one of the few times they did, more focused on gossiping about your past as a student.

"Who is it? You have many photos with this person."

Sanzu pointed, you approached to check who was, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing that person, the boys silently stared at your expression, feeling an internal anger against the stranger despite not knowing anything about that person.

"That was my first couple, although we didn't end up very well."

"Why?"

"Cheated on me with someone else." you immediately noticed how the tension increased in the room, rushing to continue talking "Oh, but we were both very inexperienced, it was the first relationship for both of us and we had many ups and downs."

"Why would you keep the photos of this person? Seems useless."

"Mikey… that's rude, I keep them because it's a memory of my life, although I only keep the good times."

They continued to look at more photos —some embarrassing— and judge the people you had the closest contact with in the past, Takeomi making a mental list of the few names you inadvertently let slip as you remembered between laughs and blushes of embarrassment your adolescent adventures

Although there was someone who annoyed them more than anyone, a girl, an old classmate who decided to mess with you for something quite common in pubescence, pimples and early physical changes, her harassment was only verbal, small teasing so that her group of friends would laugh, luckily nothing physical happened, mostly because one day you decided to stand up to it and set the record straight, since teachers don't do much, you decided that sometimes taking control of the situation wasn't a bad idea.

The girl was embarrassed years later by her attitude towards you and apologized when you met her as an adult, you simply forgave her because she was not and would not be anyone important in your life, there was no point in hating her when you could just forget her.

But the boys did not like this at all, they heard from your own mouth ─because they begged you to tell them the whole story─ that many nights you cried, self-conscious about your appearance, forcing you to do things that were dangerous to your health, both mental and physical, you didn't go to extremes, but without a doubt that year was a bad time that you prefer to bury in the depths of your mind.

Oh boy, Bonten was going to dig up the shit for you to clear your conscience, rather his own under the guise of 'doing it for you', what better way to get over someone than to just wipe them off the face of the Earth? It's a pleasant job for them anyway, especially if they're people who had hurt their mother in some way. You may have taken it as a joke, but the idea of hunting down your former bad classmates, or teachers, were not empty words, it was a promise.

"Hello, Kakucho? Didn't we have an important meeting today?"

"Ah, we can always do without one or two, so don't worry, isn't it better to spend the day with me than listen to us talk for hours about business?"

"I suppose you're right, hearing about your companies is more boring than working as a cashier."

You smiled tightening Kaku's grip on your hand, leading you through a pretty garden full of different flowers, completely oblivious to the reasons why you hadn't been allowed to attend today's meeting. You let go of his hand when he had to take a call, seizing the moment alone you bent down to see a lovely red rose, touching the soft petals of it, going down to the stem just feeling a little prick.

"Ow, it has very sharp spines."

You muttered, a drop of blood falling onto the green grass, staining it slightly red, you immediately felt someone pull your shoulder back, meeting you with a worried look that caused you to laugh.

"Let's get you a doctor."

"Kaku, it's just a cut, some water and a band-aid will suffice."

"Oxygenated water, we don't know if more people have touched that."

"Okay big baby…"

As you spent the afternoon nonchalantly by Kakucho's side, the rest of the boys personally took it upon themselves to give proper torture to that girl who once messed with your appearance, all taking turns slowly draining her blood, letting her life slowly and painfully escaped from her body.

"This teach you not to mess with mom, you stupid bitch."

Sanzu smiled sickly, taking the last turn to finish at once, the others watching in silence, their faces, hands and clothes stained with fresh blood, feelings of pure hatred manifested with blows, stabs, cuts… it was the price to pay for messing with someone she shouldn't, and she had to accept it. Sanzu grabbed the trusty pistol from him, without thinking twice, drowning out the agonized screams that did not stop ringing for four full clock hours, the last drops of blood spattering the walls.

BONUS

"Where have you been? Arriving like this full of blood what the hell?"

Everyone ─except Kaku─ shrank from your angry gaze, ducking their heads like children scolded for doing something wrong, they already knew what they were up against when they arrived at your house completely covered in blood.

"Sorry mom."

They all answered in sync, avoiding your gaze at all costs so as not to feel worse, but they were too eager to see you after having disposed of yet another piece of garbage in the world.

"No 'sorry mom' do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes? You're lucky I have my laundry hacks."

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ewitsren · 10 months

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hi! can you maybe do reactions when the reader sees them getting into a physical fight with someone and gets scared (maybe from ptsd?) with ran, rin, sanzu, & hanma please? thanks :) also love your writing you’re so talented!

their s/o getting scared seeing them fight ft #ran, #rin, #sanzu, #hanma

pairings: haitani ran x reader, haitani rin x reader, haruchiyo sanzu x reader, hanma shuji x reader

cw/tws ⚠️: fighting, mention of blood, swearing, abusive parents, bullying, drug usage

requested: yes

barrista's note ☕: OMG I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE FOR SOOO LONG i hope u see this and enjoy it darling 😭😭 i can barely keep my eyes open so i'm leaving hanma for later :(

#ran

ran had taken you out on a date in one of the clubs haitani brothers owned in roppongi cause you felt like dancing. and it was fun, until the leader of another gang tried to lay his hands on you. ran had dragged the guy out into an alley and both of them weren't their prettiest version to look at. you couldn't stand the sound of two men hitting each other, sight of the blood spilling on the floor gave you a sharp headache; reminded you of how your father used to hit your older brother.

"ran..." you couldn't even find the strength to call out his name so you sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees as you cried. ran, recognizing the sound of you sniffling even while he's fighting, handed the guy over to his men before kneeling next to you.

"darling i'm so sorry, okay?" you felt his hands running through your hair. "i try so hard not to get into a fight when you're around but that bitch was hella outta line." his other hand drew circles on your back as you shifted your head from your arms to look at him. he gave you a little smile and cupped your face before kissing every inch.

"let's get you home, 'right baby?"

#rin

it was a regular day, rin was checking documents for business in his office and you were reading your book laying on the couch, but not after some guy you didn't recognize barged into the office and attacked rin.

"y/n, get out, go to ran's office."

all you could think about as rin yelled was the sight of your 10 year old self cornered by bullies and getting beaten until you passed out. you tried to breathe but you choked, collapsing on the floor as you tried to get to the door. tears started streaming down your face as if the scars all over your body still hurt like they were made yesterday.

rin sweared and dragged the passed out guy to the corridor before shutting the door and kneeling in front of you.

"honey, look at me."

all you could do was to sob as he pulled you to himself, leaning your head on his chest and stroking your back.

"y/n, it's okay baby, i'm sorry 'right?" he kissed your forehead. "you're always safe with me, no one can hurt you."

rin tied your hair with your hairclip on his wrist before you tilted your head to look at him, his hand lingered on your nape, slowly stroking it to calm you down.

"look at my babyyy!" he pouted. "your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. let's go home and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

#sanzu

it was an ordinary night for you and sanzu, him getting high on drugs in the back of the club as you sat on his lap and kept yourself busy with whatever you had in hand. sadly, your routine was disrupted when the rival gang members busted the place. before you could get a grasp on what's happening sanzu was there beating the shit out of some guy, swearing and talking about how he couldn't have a second of peace in this shithole.

suddenly all you could hear was your childhood friend crying for help as the older kids ganged up on him and beat him up as you sat there helpless, knowing you were too weak to interfere.

"haru, stop!" you were sobbing while sanzu kept beating up the wrecked up guy.

"huh? why ya cryin', doll?" sanzu threw the guy on the floor and made his way to you. he wrapped his arms around your body as he stroked your hair.

"shhh, stop crying; yeah? 's okay now darlin'. let's take you home, i'll make you forget about all this shit, yeah?" sanzu kissed your lips and picked you up.

"nothing bad's gon' happen when 'm with ya."

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms

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eetherealgoddess · 3 months

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TR: ꨄYANDERE TOXIC BF HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦All I gotta say is NEVER try to leave these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: When you first got together, you honestly had no idea he returned the same feelings as you considering he always wore the same stoic expression whenever you were around. So focused on his family and friends he barely had enough time to spend with you.

Of course, you had no problem with this considering it was not only the beginning of your relationship but better for him to be stuck on family than other lovers. It only became a problem when he didn’t bother to make time with you at all. Not a hang out, date, nothing.

He barely texts and would leave you on delivered quite often. When you tried to initiate quality time, he would either have an excuse or ignore you. He never really showed you off and you doubt anyone would know about you if you hadn’t shown up to one or two meetings.

You wondered why he even accepted your proposal to be his girlfriend in the first place if he didn’t really want you. Finally, tired of everything, you decided to break up with him, face - to - face.

“You’re breaking up with me?” He questions with disbelief. “Yes, Mikey. I do have feelings for you, but this just isn’t working out like I thought it would.” You explained, disappointed with how things turned out.

“You can’t break up with me. I thought you loved me, Y/n. You can’t leave me.” His eyes narrow as he shoves you against the wall. Your eyes widen in shock as your back hits against the hard surface. “M-Mikey, what’s wrong with you? I thought this would be something you wanted!” His hands tighten around your shoulders, nails piercing through the fabric as you wince from the penetration of your skin.

“You’re mine, Y/n.” You had no idea what all he went through to get you to notice him. First, he had to get rid of your ex boyfriend. When threatening him didn’t work, his gang jumped him, beating him to a pulp. Hence the break up text. Honestly, if your ex hadn’t given in, it would’ve been his own death sentence. Next, was ‘accidentally’ meeting you just after the break up, catching you when you’re vulnerable enough to fall for any kind of attention. Third, getting you to chase him by the ‘hot and cold’ behavior. Giving you a little just to give you absolutely nothing in return so you keep yearning for him.

He was so happy when you asked him out, non stop talking about you to all of his friends and family. His plan worked perfectly, until now. “This doesn’t make any sense, Mikey!” You cried out in confusion and slight fear. “It’s not hard, Y/n. I love you and you’re my girlfriend.” He releases you with a smile, gazing at the concerned expression on your face. He gently grabs your hand. “I forgive you.” He brings your hand to his lips and leaves a peck. You begin to question his insanity as well as your own.

Kazutora: “If you actually loved me you’d let it go!” He says, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he blocks you from slamming your bedroom door against his face. “If you actually loved me then you wouldn’t have cheated on me, Kazu!” You yell angrily as you wipe your tears. You cross your arms as you glare at your boyfriend who’s about to be your ex.

“I didn’t cheat on you! You’re overreacting! We didn’t even have sex!” You scoff. “So I guess I can just flirt with my exes and then complain about our relationship to them, huh?” He glares with tears in his eyes. “It’s your fault for not paying attention to me, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to ask for affection if you’d give me enough.” He crosses his own arms. You stare back in disbelief.

“Are you seriously trying to make excuses for emotionally cheating on me with your ex?” “It’s not excuses when it’s the truth. I just wished you loved me as much as I love you. You clearly don’t care about me otherwise you’d give me attention.” You hold your hands up. “I’m fucking done.” You say before walking out of the bedroom. His eyes widen as his heart begins to pound.

“Done with what?” He follows after you. “Done with you!” You growl as you grab the doorknob. Before you can open the door, you’re yanked back so roughly that you fall on your ass, staring at the man crawling on top of you and pinning you down as the tears spill out of his eyes.

“Y-you can’t leave me, Y/n. You won’t! I love you so fucking much! If you really loved me, you wouldn’t leave so don’t break my heart. I don’t know what I would do.” You stop yourself from crying with him, gazing at his pretty, pitiful face. No, I can’t fall for it.

“No, get off of me.” You hiss. You furrow your brows as his face becomes stoic with wide wet eyes. He wraps his hands around your neck, your hands grabbing his wrists as he shuts off your air supply. You struggle to breathe as you kick your feet, barely moving under him as you try to shove him off, to no avail.

“Baby, I don’t want to kill you, but if you don’t show me that we can work this out then I’ll have no choice. It’ll be so romantic, you and me. You die by my hands and I die right after so we can lie here together.” You immediately nod your head.

“W-we can!” You croak out, finally gaining a huge breath of oxygen once he releases you and wraps his arms around your body, hugging you tightly. You cough as the tears finally spill.

“Tell me you love me, I need to hear it please.” He cries against your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. “I love you.” He rocks you both as he kisses your forehead. “Good. Good. I’m so glad because I love you too.”

Ran: You couldn’t believe how your boyfriend Ran would blatantly flirt with different people in front of your face. It didn’t matter if it was a cashier, waitress, waiter, your friends, his friends, anyone who was around he would begin to flirt with them as you watch angrily. What makes it worse is that, he doesn’t seem to care much when you react. He just gives you that sly smile and says, “You jealous?” Otherwise he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

At the beginning of your relationship, it didn’t matter so much considering you only just began dating and neither of you knew how serious it would turn out so you didn’t want to be ‘overbearing,’ even though deep down you knew that it’s not you overreacting but it just goes to show how little respect he has for you. Especially since you’re a year into the relationship, and you’re currently on a date with your boyfriend and apparently the waitress who just decided to sit in the same booth.

You missed the way his eyes would peek over to see exactly how you were feeling, finding delight in the fact that you were so bothered over his attention focusing on someone else. It was his own little experiment. Considering he loves attention, specifically from you, it really sends blood to his cock to see your angry face. The fact that you would get so mad that you would yell at him afterwards only turned him on. He gets off to seeing you angry, upset, whatever as long as it’s toward him. And you continuously take it because you can’t get enough of him.

Finally, you shoot up from the table and walk off, walking towards his car. He follows you, hopping into the driver’s seat as you sit with your arms crossed in the passenger’s seat. He begins to drive you to his apartment, holding back his smirk.

“I think we should break up.” His grip on the wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing before he glances at you. “No you don’t.” You turn to him. “You can’t tell me how I feel. Take me to my apartment. I’m tired of your behavior. You wanna flirt with everyone so bad then you can be single.”

There was a moment of silence, a pause of pondering as he stares at the road. This wasn’t a part of the plan. This has never happened before. Usually you let it go after an argument and you both make up in the bedroom. “We’re done, for good.” Something snaps in him, squinting his eyes as he slams on the brakes in the middle of the road, your body thrown against the seatbelt as your eyes widen. You grab onto the door as you look at him. “What the fuck, Ran?”

He then slams on his gas pedal and takes a different turn, taking the interstate and accelerating the speed as his foot presses the gas pedal. “RAN! SLOW DOWN!” You scream in terror as you watch his speed go from 40 to 100 within seconds, only continuing to go higher as he passes the cars, purposefully going lane to lane to make it worse for you.

“Not until you take it back.” You gasp. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re gonna kill us!” He chuckles before frowning and glancing at you. “Doesn’t matter if you don’t take it back.” “Ran, please!” You cry as you see his speed reaching 130. “Take it fucking back, Y/n.” He growls. “I take it back! I take it back! Please, just slow down! I-I made a mistake just, please!” Finally, he gradually slows down, hitting his brakes as you breathe heavily, body still trembling when he finally slows down to five over the speed limit.

“Let’s head home so we can rest, yeah?” You nod your head, gripping the seat as you look ahead.

Rin: You’re so tired of the constant nitpicking of your flaws. You’re tired of receiving insults by the person who’s supposed to love every part of you. You have the understanding that obviously, just stating an opinion or giving critique to something is fine but when someone is just outright picking every single thing they can see wrong with you, it can be overwhelming.

Then when you try to leave they make you feel like you can’t live without them. How can you handle everything on your own when you can’t even handle little things. You’re a bit of a dimwit who can’t do things on your own so how would you be able to survive without the help of your generous boyfriend?

Rin makes you feel like you’re holding him back. He takes the time out of his day to help you out. To be there for you. How could someone like him go out of his way to help someone as low as you? Who else would deal with you. Who else would be there to help and protect you? Who else would be there to look after you because clearly you can’t look out for yourself.

Of course, your friends tell you how it’s all an illusion and he’s manipulating you. You believe them, but you believe him as well. Until, finally you decided that you didn’t want to feel like shit anymore. So you ask him to come to your apartment.

“Rin, I don’t like the way you make me feel. I love you, but I don’t think that this is working out.” One of his eyebrows raise as he leans back in his seat on the chair in the living room, taking a sip of his beverage and readjusting his glasses. “You think I like the way you make me feel? You think you can just use me and leave, Y/n?” Your eyes widen. “N-no! It’s not like that! I never used you.” “Oh? How did you get everything you own now? How did you get the clothes you’re wearing, the money in your bank account, the apartment you couldn’t afford if it wasn’t for me?” He smirks.

You could only stare as you pause in thought. Damn, have I been using him? But I never asked for any help and I was grateful and I truly love him. Have I been so mindless? So unaware? “You really hurt my feelings, babe. How could you do this to me?” He questions, his smirk turning to a stoic gaze. “Rin, it’s not like that, seriously. Look, I just want to be treated better. So we can’t be together anymore.” He sets the cup down, gripping the chair arms as he sits up in his seat, his arms resting on his legs when he releases.

“This isn’t over until I say it’s over. After all, you need me. You should be happy that I’m willing to stay with you after everything you’ve put me through.” “But-!” “Look, I’m going to give you some space to breathe and then we’re going to go on a date. It’s okay, Y/n. Really. I forgive you.” “Rin, I’m serious! I-I’m breaking up with you.”

You yelp as you duck your head just as the glass shatters from the cup, liquid oozing down the wall behind you. You look at him with your mouth agape. He stands up, brushing himself off with a bored look on his face. “I’m gonna pick you up at seven o’clock. Be ready for me, yeah?” He says, giving you a side eyed glance before walking to your front door and walking out, shutting the door behind him as you’re left gazing at the space in front of you in shock.

Sanzu: “Sanzu, I can’t do this anymore. I-I’m not cut out for your kind of lifestyle.” Those were the last words you got to say before you found yourself hiding in the mess of clothes from your closet after you heard the glass shatter from one of the windows in your apartment. You thought a phone call would suffice considering you know how your former boyfriend gets so you could be at a distance.

When the line went dead, you knew that you might’ve fucked up. What you didn’t expect was for him to already be at your apartment. You had no idea why or when he came over but he had been hiding somewhere outside considering the shot rang only seconds after the call. Scared out of your mind, you could barely think, running to your closet knowing that you would be dragged out soon. You accidentally dropped your phone in the living room so you couldn’t call anyone for help.

Somehow you still love this pretty maniac, though you just couldn’t bear with the guilt of knowing that you’re with a murderer. You had only just found out about his body count recently when you got curious enough to look in his phone. At this point you would’ve rather had found him cheating, though you found old files and information on it, realizing that it was actually his work phone. You had no idea he works for Bonten.

He completely lied to you about his whereabouts and place of work. He acted normal, as if he had never killed anyone. How could he be okay with himself? How could you still want him? You fought yourself on whether or not you should pretend you didn’t know anything, which you tried, only for the guilt to eat you alive. Especially when you snooped in his office when visiting his home and saw the terrible ways he murdered the victims. Those same hands touched you every day.

You jolt as you hear the door to your room being kicked off of its hinges. Before you knew it, the closet door swung open revealing the pretty man in all his madness, an angry look on his face. You scream as he shoves all the clothes off of you and snatches you out by the bicep, gun still in one of his hands.

“SANZU PLEASE!” You scream as he throws you on the bed. He crawls on top of you, setting the barrel of the gun to your head while his other hand wraps his fingers around your throat.

“Shh, shh. It’s fine. It’s okay. Just breathe.” He cooed as you listen, breathing heavily as you try to calm down, not wanting to get shot. “You’re so beautiful like this, Angel. Stop crying, okay?” You whimper as you try to hold in your cries, anxiety high as you stare into his crazed eyes. “That’s my good girl.” He smiles.

“You’re gonna keep being good for me, yeah?” You nod your head frantically, tears still falling as you continue to hold in your whines. You wince as the gun cocks, his finger against the trigger. “You didn’t say what I think you said, right? You’re not breaking up with me?” You shook your head. “N-no I’m not, I just freaked out. We’re still together, I swear!” He nods as he removes the gun, though with the weapon still in his hand, he pulls you up by the face and gives you a passionate kiss. Moving his lips against yours as you fearfully kiss him back, his tongue entering your mouth to explore as saliva drips down your chin. He pulls back and leans his forehead on yours.

“It’s good that you know who you belong to.”

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