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firstdivisiongirl · 3 days
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Can you do some headcanons about izana and a reader who loves to read books or generally a good girl just like you did the rindou one? Thank you!
Hello! It is a little longer that I planned but I really had fun with this one. Izana is an interesting guy, so their were so many ideas I had for this. Please enjoy!
Izana Kurokawa w/ a Good Girl Girlfriend
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Izana is far from a good person
I refuse to elaborate because if I do I will be crying hard.
But anyways, he probably met you because you are related to someone or multiple people in Tenjiku
Maybe one of the Heavenly Kings?
You had everything: brains, family, looks, personality
Everything about you was perfect and he hated it
You weren’t a big fan of him either
He was a psycho
But weirdly enough, he decided he didn’t want to hate you
Whenever your brother(s) dragged you there, you would just sit and do homework or read books
You always bring snacks though
Who hates someone who brings snacks?
That’s right!  NO ONE!
You were really nice to everyone and listened to anything they wanted to talk about
So Izana decided to keep an eye on you
He told Kakucho it was because he didn’t want snack girl to get hurt and stop bring snacks
But it was because he secretly liked you.  Kakucho knew that
He learned a lot about you
Like you are a really good student
That you are in the Home Economics Club
That you like historical fiction books
One night while you were walking home from school, some delinquents decided to give you some problems.
So Izana flew in and saved you.
He never told you why he was there until Kakucho accidentally told you and you confronted him.
He tried to deny it, but he was a blushing mess
You told him that it was okay if he liked you.
Because you liked him too
He took this as a sign to kiss you and that day you too became a couple.
Besides bringing snacks to meetings, he never wanted you to get involved in anything Tenjiku related
You were an angel and you didn’t need to get involved in anything illegal
You were happy about that. 
 You wanted to stay away from getting arrested.  You had goals
He wants you to be his queen
And so do you
He doesn’t have any of the Tenjiku members protect you because that is his job.
He makes sure to spend a lot of time with you
Even trying to help you study.
He’s a good helper
He may not be smart or good like you
But you make him want to be better
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DEAD GIRL'S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO
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NINE — spider
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"there's an unsettling aura of unpredictability surrounding Mr. Kurokawa as if he's capable of anything given the right circumstances. It's difficult to gauge the extent of his moral compass if he even possesses one at all." —MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I
chapter summary: with a drug deal gone awry, and multiple drug rings raided, Izana decides that he and Mikey need to blow off steam.
chapter warnings: dark content 18+, unreliable narrator!maya, stockholm syndrome mentions of suicide, depiction of corpses, blood and gore, character death, funerals, murder, mentions of drugs, police raid, use of weapons, corruption, bribery, mentions of suicide, implied memory loss, implied dissociation, torture, forced drugging, withdrawal symptoms, addiction, vomiting, power imbalance, dehumanization, humiliation, drugged sex, MAJOR dubcon, noncon(tagging this just in case), no prep, unprotected sex, p in v sex, extortion, hickeys, bondage, ruined orgasm, voyeurism, drug use/misuse, fingering, threesome(kinda), making out, unsafe sex, temperature play, waxplay, dacryphilia, sadomasochism, creampie, aftercare, first degree burns
word count: 8455
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"Hey pretty" Mikey murmurs as Maya lays her head on his bicep
Calloused fingers brush her bangs away from her forehead and he smiles. Maya's heart fluttered at the softness in Mikey's voice, a stark contrast to the rough exterior he often projected. She shifted closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. "Hi" she whispered in response, her voice barely above a breathy murmur
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as the two of them lay entwined in each other's arms. Mikey's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. The gesture filled Maya's heart with warmth, banishing any lingering doubts or fears that had haunted her during the night. They just had breakfast and showered. Maya didn't think this guy knew how to cook but apparently, he did. As Maya basked in the warmth of Mikey's embrace, she couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquillity wash over her. It starkly contrasted the chaos and uncertainty that had defined her life in recent weeks. With Mikey by her side, the world seemed to slow down, the troubles of yesterday fading into insignificance. It's about 9:30 in the morning. It's... Wednesday? Yes, it's Wednesday. Maya hasn't seen Izana very often recently. Through eavesdropping, she heard about some important deal going on with the Korean mafia that has him occupied. She's more than grateful for that after all. As Maya reveled in the comfort of Mikey's embrace, she found herself drifting into a state of blissful contentment. The weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and security that she had longed for since arriving at the beach house. "Hey, you okay?" Mikey's voice broke through her reverie, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow
Maya nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I'm good," she reassured him, her voice soft and warm.
Mikey returned her smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're all relaxed like this" he teased, his tone light and playful.
Maya's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "shut up" she mumbled
The sound of Mikey's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls in a joyful symphony. In that moment, Maya felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. Despite everything they had been through, she had found a sense of happiness and belonging in Mikey's arms. As the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over her. She shifted slightly in Mikey's embrace, nestling closer to him as if seeking refuge from the outside world. Mikey's fingers traced gentle patterns on her back, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I could get used to waking up like this every day"
Maya's heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding her chest. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Me too," she admitted softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips
Their laughter filled the air, mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as they shifted closer to each other. At that moment, Maya felt a sense of peace settles over her, a quiet reassurance that everything would be okay as long as she had Mikey by her side. Lost in the tranquillity of the moment, Maya's mind drifted to thoughts of the future. She imagined days filled with laughter and shared adventures, where every sunrise brought with it the promise of a new beginning. With Mikey's arm wrapped around her, she felt a sense of security she hadn't known in a long time. But beneath the surface of their idyllic morning, Maya couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. The memory of Izana's ominous presence loomed like a dark cloud on the horizon, threatening to overshadow their newfound happiness. Despite Mikey's reassuring presence, Maya couldn't help but wonder what would happen when Izana inevitably returned. Would their fragile bubble of bliss be shattered, or would they find a way to weather the storm together? For now, Maya pushed aside her worries, choosing instead to focus on the warmth of Mikey's embrace and the love that bound them together. As they lay intertwined in each other's arms, Maya allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could carve out their own slice of happiness in a world fraught with uncertainty. "I don't think I've slept this good in years" Mikey admits, pressing his forehead to hers
His words and gestures, once foreign and intimidating, now brought her a sense of comfort and familiarity that she craved. She revelled in the simple pleasures of their daily routines, finding joy in the mundane tasks they shared and the quiet moments they spent together. Mikey's laughter became her melody, his touch her anchor in a sea of uncertainty. As she gazed into Mikey's eyes, she saw not the leader of a dangerous gang, but the man who had offered her solace and protection in a world gone awry. "me too"
And in that moment, Maya found herself falling deeper into the web of Mikey's influence, unaware of the dangerous hold he was gaining over her.
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2 whole weeks. Maya had been missing for 2 whole weeks. They found her body in Yokohama. Suicide or maybe an accident as Naoto told Chifuyu. He didn't get to see her body. Naoto said there was nothing to see. Chifuyu didn't think he'd want to see either. The car they had found her in was a rental, taken out under her name. She had booked an apartment in Okinawa apparently. The owner said she was to move in 2 after her body was found. Maybe it wasn't a suicide, maybe it was just an accident, maybe maybe maybe maybe. None of them knew because now Maya was dead. "hey" Mitsuya said to him "eat something"
Chifuyu stared blankly at the array of food laid out before him, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of unanswered questions and lingering doubts. He couldn't bring himself to eat, couldn't even muster the appetite to do so. Maya was gone, and the weight of her absence hung heavy in the air, suffocating him with its crushing finality. "Hey," Mitsuya's voice broke through the haze of Chifuyu's thoughts, pulling him back to the present moment.
He looked up to see Mitsuya's concerned expression, a silent plea mirrored in his eyes. "Eat something" Mitsuya repeated gently once again, his tone tinged with empathy.
Chifuyu forced a small nod, his throat constricting with emotion as he reached for a nearby plate of sushi. The taste of the rice and fish felt foreign and distant, a stark reminder of the emptiness that now permeated his life. Maya should have been here, should have been laughing and joking with them like she always did. But instead, they were gathered in a sombre hall, mourning her untimely passing. As Chifuyu mechanically chewed his food, his gaze drifted to the makeshift altar adorned with Maya's photograph and offerings of flowers and incense. She looked so serene in the picture, her smile frozen in time, forever out of reach. A lump formed in Chifuyu's throat as he struggled to reconcile the vibrant, vivacious Maya he knew with the lifeless image before him. Beside him, Mitsuya offered a supportive pat on the back, a silent gesture of solidarity in their shared grief. But even as Mitsuya's presence provided a semblance of comfort, Chifuyu couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that gnawed at his insides. Something about Maya's death didn't sit right with him, didn't add up. "It's gonna be okay Chifuyu" Draken says, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder
The car Maya was found in was burnt to a crisp and so was her body. They identified her through dental records and DNA. Chifuyu nodded numbly at Draken's words, his mind still reeling from the shock of Maya's sudden and tragic demise. The weight of Draken's hand on his shoulder felt both grounding and suffocating, a tangible reminder of the gravity of their loss. "It's gonna be okay, Chifuyu," Draken repeated, his voice tinged with an earnestness that Chifuyu struggled to believe. 
How could things ever be okay again when Maya was gone, her vibrant spirit extinguished in a cruel twist of fate?
The details of Maya's death only adds to the surrealness of the situation. The burnt car, the charred remains, the painstaking process of identification—it all felt like a nightmare from which Chifuyu couldn't wake. The reality of Maya's absence loomed large, casting a dark shadow over everything they once held dear. As Chifuyu grappled with the enormity of their loss, a sense of helplessness washed over him, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of grief and confusion. Maya had been his anchor, his guiding light in the darkness, and now she was gone, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. He felt like this was all his fault.
Had he not gotten drunk that night with her, had he not slept with her, had he not rejected her, none of this would have happened. She would still be here next to him. As the weight of guilt settled heavily upon Chifuyu's shoulders, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was somehow to blame for Maya's tragic fate. The memories of that fateful night replayed in his mind like a relentless loop, each moment etched with painful clarity. "If only..." Chifuyu whispered to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the sombre atmosphere of the funeral hall
If only he had made different choices if only he had been more careful with Maya's fragile heart, if only he had seen the signs of her distress sooner. But dwelling on the what-ifs offered no solace, no redemption for the guilt that gnawed at his soul. Maya was gone, and he was left grappling with the crushing weight of his regrets. His friends offered words of comfort, and assurances that Maya's death was not his fault, but their well-meaning platitudes fell on deaf ears. How could they understand the depth of his guilt, the overwhelming sense of responsibility that consumed him? With a heavy heart, Chifuyu bowed his head in silent prayer, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of grief and remorse.
As Chifuyu remained lost in his thoughts, memories of Maya flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of the vibrant spirit that had been extinguished far too soon. He remembered her laughter, bright and infectious, and the way her eyes sparkled with mischief whenever she teased him. He recalled their late-night conversations, filled with dreams and aspirations, and the warmth of her presence that always brought him comfort in times of need.
But alongside these cherished memories lurked darker thoughts, haunting reminders of the moments he wished he could erase from his mind. The arguments, the misunderstandings, the pain he had caused her—all of it weighed heavily on his conscience, casting a shadow over their once-budding relationship.
Lost in his reverie, Chifuyu barely noticed as his friends gathered around him, offering silent support in their shared grief. Mitsuya's hand on his shoulder, and Draken's reassuring presence by his side—they were constants in his life, pillars of strength in the face of adversity.
But even their unwavering support couldn't silence the doubts that plagued Chifuyu's mind. Was there something more he could have done to save Maya? Could he have been a better friend?
He had called Mikey. He called and asked for help. Maybe Mikey would help is what he thought. Maybe Mikey would help find Maya with all the connections he had but he couldn't. It was too late now.
As the funeral procession continued, Chifuyu resolved to confront these questions head-on, searching for answers in his heart's depths. For Maya's sake, and for his own, he knew he couldn't afford to dwell in the shadows of regret any longer. "Hey" Kazutora says as they sit outside the memorial hall after the end of the funeral
"hi" Chifuyu says quietly
Kazutora settles down next to Chifuyu, their shoulders almost touching as they sit in solemn silence. The weight of Maya's absence hangs heavy in the air, casting a sombre pall over their surroundings. "You holding up okay?" Kazutora asks, his voice was soft with concern
Chifuyu nods, though the gesture feels hollow. "I'm trying," he replies, his words barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind.
Kazutora offers a sympathetic smile, a silent acknowledgment of the pain they both share. "It's gonna take time, Chifuyu," he says, his tone gentle yet firm. "But we'll get through this together, alright?"
Chifuyu manages a weak smile in return, grateful for Kazutora's unwavering support. In that moment, amidst the grief and uncertainty, he finds solace in the simple act of companionship, knowing that he doesn't have to face his pain alone. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice steadier now. "Together"
"Chifuyu. Kazutora" Naoto says walking over to them
Naoto looked just as bad as Chifuyu did. Naoto had been the one to go see Maya's body as he was in the police force. Chifuyu and Kazutora turn to face Naoto, noticing the anger etched in his features as he approaches them. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, are now clouded with frustration and regret. "Hey, Naoto," Chifuyu greets him cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.
Naoto's jaw tightens as he nods curtly in response, his gaze flickering between Chifuyu and Kazutora. "I'm sorry I missed the funeral," he says tersely, his voice laced with bitterness.
Chifuyu's expression softens with understanding, recognizing the turmoil Naoto must be grappling with. "It's okay, Naoto," he assures him gently, reaching out a comforting hand.
Kazutora offers a nod of agreement, his expression sympathetic. "We know you had your reasons," he adds, his tone reassuring.
Naoto's shoulders tense with the weight of his emotions, his fists clenching at his sides. "I should have been there," he mutters, his voice heavy with regret.
Chifuyu places a reassuring hand on Naoto's shoulder, offering him a small smile of understanding. "We understand, Naoto," he says softly. "We're just glad you're here now."
Kazutora noticed Naoto was in a different outfit than usual. He's wearing all black with a bulletproof vest on top and a body cam on. He's wearing black fingerless gloves and his gun strapped to his side. Was he going on a raid? The stark contrast to Naoto's usual attire is impossible to ignore, and Kazutora can't help but wonder what has prompted this sudden change. "Naoto, what's with the getup?" Kazutora asks, his tone cautious as he gestures to the equipment Naoto is wearing.
Naoto's expression remains stoic as he meets Kazutora's gaze, his jaw set with determination. "It's... work-related," he replies cryptically, his voice tight with tension.
Kazutora's frown deepens at Naoto's evasive response, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He knows Naoto's line of work often involves danger, but something about the situation feels off. "Is everything okay?" Chifuyu interjects, his voice tinged with concern as he observes the exchange between Kazutora and Naoto.
Naoto hesitates for a moment before offering a terse nod. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replies, though the tension in his voice betrays his words.
Kazutora exchanges a glance with Chifuyu, a silent exchange of concern passing between them. Whatever Naoto is involved in, it's clear that it weighs heavily on his mind, and Kazutora can't shake the feeling that there's more to the situation than meets the eye. As the tension lingers in the air, Kazutora's gaze shifts to Naoto's gun, his mind racing with questions. He knows better than to pry too deeply into Naoto's affairs, but the sight of the firearm only adds to his unease. "Be careful out there, Naoto," Kazutora says, his voice laced with genuine concern. "Whatever it is you're dealing with, just... watch your back."
Naoto offers a tight-lipped smile in response, a silent acknowledgment of Kazutora's words. "Thanks, Kazu," he says, his tone softened with a hint of gratitude.
With a nod, Naoto turns to leave, the weight of his mission evident in the set of his shoulders as he disappears into the distance in a car waiting for him. Kazutora watches him go, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a heavy shroud. Chifuyu breaks the silence that follows, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What do you think Naoto's up to?" he asks, his eyes fixed on the spot where Naoto had vanished.
Kazutora shakes his head, his expression grim. "I don't know, Chifuyu," he admits, his voice tinged with worry. "But whatever it is, it can't be good."
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As Naoto spearheaded the raid on the suspected drug lab, a simmering rage burned within him, fueled by the memory of Maya's untimely demise. The air crackled with tension as he led his team forward, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. The stench of chemicals assaulted his senses as they breached the door, flooding the dimly lit interior with blinding light. Naoto's grip tightened around his weapon, his knuckles turning white with fury as he surveyed the scene before him. "Freeze! Hands where I can see them!" Naoto's voice boomed, his tone laced with barely restrained anger. 
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of Maya's absence. As chaos erupted around him, Naoto couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about Maya's death. It gnawed at him, a festering wound that refused to heal. He had failed to protect her, and now he was determined to uncover the truth behind her tragic end. With each step deeper into the drug lab, Naoto's resolve hardened, his anger fueling his determination to seek justice for Maya. He would tear through the lies and deception, no matter the cost, until he unearthed the answers he so desperately sought. But as the raid unfolded, Naoto knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. 
Amidst the chaos of the raid, Naoto and his team moved swiftly, their training and experience guiding their every move. The lab was a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, each one potentially hiding danger or evidence of criminal activity. As they advanced, Naoto's senses were on high alert, every sound and movement scrutinized for any hint of resistance. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and anger coursing through his veins. Suddenly, shouts erupted from one of the adjacent rooms, followed by the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Without hesitation, Naoto and his team rushed toward the commotion, their weapons drawn and ready.
They burst into the room to find a fierce exchange of gunfire between his team and a group of armed thugs, likely members of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Bullets whizzed past them, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the acrid scent of smoke. Naoto's training kicked in as he took cover behind a nearby stack of crates, returning fire with precise aim. His heart pounded in his ears as he focused on neutralizing the threat, his mind clear and focused despite the chaos around him. The firefight raged on, each moment fraught with danger as Naoto and his team battled against the criminals. 
As the last of the gunmen fell, Naoto's chest heaved with exertion, his body buzzing with adrenaline. The room fell silent save for the faint echoes of their victory, a testament to their skill and resolve in the face of danger. But even as they secured the area and began to gather evidence, Naoto couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that lingered within him. Something was wrong. As Naoto scanned the room for any signs of additional threats, his gaze fell upon a group of figures darting towards the exit. Recognition flickered in his mind as he caught sight of Kurokawa Izana, Kisaki Tetta, and Sano Manjiro among them, their faces illuminated by the dim light filtering through the smoke-filled room.
Without a second thought, Naoto's instincts kicked in, his body moving on autopilot as he raised his weapon and gave chase. Naoto remembers Sano Manjiro briefly from his childhood. The man was odd. He always thought Sano Manjiro was a very odd person when he was younger. How could someone so childish lead a gang? Of course, his perception had been wrong as now Sano Manjiro led the largest and most powerful gang in all of Japan. 
Despite Naoto's efforts, the trio managed to slip away into the night, disappearing into the shadows before he could catch up to them. Frustration boiled within him as he reached the exit, the sound of their footsteps echoing faintly in the distance. He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on his weapon as he surveyed the scene before him. The drug lab lay in ruins, evidence of the gang's illicit activities scattered haphazardly amidst the debris. But amidst the chaos, one thought gnawed at Naoto's mind: Maya's death.
Anger flared within him as he realized that the answers he sought were slipping through his fingers once again. He couldn't shake the feeling that her death wasn't an accident or a suicide. It didn't make sense for it to be either, especially since her student loans were paid off. 
Naoto's mind raced with possibilities as he made his way through the debris-strewn lab, his senses on high alert. Every clue, every shred of evidence, seemed to point to foul play. Maya's death couldn't simply be brushed aside as a tragic accident or a desperate act. There had to be more to the story. As he sifted through the wreckage, his thoughts turned to Maya's last moments. What had driven her to that fateful decision? What secrets had she been keeping, hidden beneath the surface? Naoto wouldn't rest until he had answers— until he uncovered the truth behind her untimely demise.
He felt so angry. There was just no way. Nothing added up. Her student loans paid off, a new apartment was booked, and the rent for her previous place was paid in full. None of it added up and all his suspicions pointed towards Tokyo Manji Gang. 
The day of her resignation at Sunshine Grove Hospital was the same day Kurokawa Izana was supposedly released from there for cocaine addiction and the same day the hospital director disappeared. It could be a major coincidence but his gut said otherwise. There was just no way and Naoto intended to prove it.
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"You know, I understand he's Hinata's younger brother but you're not marrying him, you're marrying her. Can't we just get rid of him?" Sanzu mutters in annoyance to Kisaki "Fucking Tachibana organized 8 raids at the same damn time and now we've lost practically all our labs"
Multiple drug labs were raided. 8 in total. Thankfully there was nothing in labs that led back to Tokyo Manji Gang or any of the members but the police weren't fucking idiots to know it would be anyone other than them running this many. It wasn't uncommon for their labs to be raided. But it was usually only 1 or 2 a month, not 8 in one fucking night. "don't overexaggerate Sanzu" Kisaki says lighting himself a cigarette as he drive "We have 15 more"
"15 more, 15 less. Our labs were fucking raided by your stupid future brother-in-law" Sanzu sneers "Did you even confess to Tachibana yet or are you just—"
"First off, fuck off. Don't forget who's the one—"
"Shut the fuck up" Mikey hisses and instantly the entire car is enveloped in silence
Everyone is pissed off. 8 Drug labs raided. All the ones they had in Tokyo were now practically useless. The car is silent minus the sound of Mikey taping his black-painted fingernail against the car window. After minutes of uncomfortable and scary silence, he says "I thought we paid off the commissioner. What the fuck is this shit?" He's really fucking pissed off and it wasn't a good thing when Mikey was pissed 
"Yes we did but—" Kokonoi who's sitting next to him starts but Mikey just glares even harder and they all know that any excuse he gives won't be enough
"But what Hajime?" Izana asks Kokonoi
Izana doesn't look angry. No, not the same way as Mikey. In fact, Izana is smiling and half of them resist the urge to shit their pants. "But he wanted more money," Kokonoi says slowly and very hesitantly "I threatened him that if he asked for more we'd expose his corruption but I guess he got too cocky"
Izana and Mikey laugh. It's scary. Had it been years ago, Sanzu probably would have started laughing too but they were no longer 5 and that laughter from Mikey wasn't of a child but an evil spirit. "Get rid of him" Mikey says lowly and no one dares to disagree
The car is enveloped in silence once again till Izana says "Kisaki, drop Mikey, Kakucho and me at the airport and Sanzu book us a flight to Okinawa" Izana says
Kisaki raises a brow and starts heading for the airport. "Haven't you guys been spending too much time there?"
"Just do as you're told Kisaki" Sanzu mutters as he books the flight "Don't question them on this one"
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Maya is lying in bed again. It's nothing new. It's been the same since she got here. It had been about a week and 3 days if she was correct. It's Thursday. A week and 3 days since she was abducted from her workplace then tortured by Izana and now 3 days since she slept with Mikey. Maya's body felt heavy, weighed down by the lingering effects of the drugs that had been pumped into her system. Every movement was a struggle, every breath a laborious effort. Withdrawal symptoms ravaged her, leaving her trembling and nauseous, her mind clouded by a thick fog of confusion and despair. This was the second time she hadn't been drugged and now she understands why. This was a new form of torture. Somehow, unknowingly, she got addicted to whatever bullshit concoction Izana was giving her and now she was suffering the aftereffects. 
She's going through withdrawal.   
Maya's body felt like a leaden weight, each limb heavy and unresponsive as if shackled by invisible chains. The withdrawal symptoms clawed at her from within, relentless in their assault on her senses. Waves of nausea churned in the pit of her stomach, threatening to engulf her in a sea of sickness. Every movement sent jolts of agony coursing through her veins as if her very bones were rebelling against her. 
It was sickening and embarrassing. She's a psychiatrist and she's going through withdrawals. She's here fucking dying over the need for more drugs when she treats people for the same thing—
When she treated Izana for the same thing. 
A thick fog enveloped her mind, clouding her thoughts and blurring the boundaries between reality and nightmare. Memories of her ordeal with Izana danced on the edges of her consciousness, taunting her with their twisted echoes. The pain, the fear, the degradation—each memory a fresh wound reopening in her psyche. The drugs had wormed their way into her system, poisoning her from within and leaving her helpless in their grip.
Summoning every ounce of strength she could muster, Maya forced herself to sit up, her muscles protesting with every movement. The room spun around her, blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope of shapes and shadows. She gritted her teeth against the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, focusing instead on the single-minded determination burning within her.
Slowly, painstakingly, Maya swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet finding uncertain purchase on the cold floor below. Every step was a battle, a testament to her resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity. She stumbled forward, her vision swimming as she made her way towards the bathroom. The journey felt endless, each step an eternity of agony and despair. Nausea overwhelms her and her mouth fills with saliva. She reaches the toilet only seconds before she throws up. It's gross. The scent of it makes her gag and she throws up again just from the smell. It's disgusting. She's shaking by the time it's over and barely able to stand. "ew" she mutters as she flushes the toilet 
She walks over to the sink and with trembling hands, she reaches for the faucet, splashing cool water onto her face in a desperate bid to quell the inferno raging within her. As the water cascaded over her skin, Maya felt a brief respite from the relentless onslaught of withdrawal. The coolness seeped into her bones, soothing her frayed nerves and offering a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos. But she knew it was only temporary, a brief reprieve before the storm descended once more. She brushes her teeth to get rid of the gross scent and taste of vomit in her mouth. Maya searches around the cabinets for painkillers or really anything that will make this feeling go away but there is nothing. All there is the damn smell of vomit in the bathroom and the bedroom. "I hate this" she mutters
It's dark out. She hasn't had anything to eat due to her nausea and now all she can smell is vomit. There is no air freshener in the bathroom but there are candles so she lights up a bunch. setting two in the bathroom and the rest in the master bedroom. This is probably a fire hazard but burning to death sounded way more appealing than continuing to go through withdrawals. She lays back down and stares at the ceiling as the room is now filled with an odd mix of cherry blossom and some kind of citrus smell. The citrus candle had deep red wax and the cherry blossom had light pink. They were quite pretty but if her head didn't hurt so bad she would have probably admired them and the smell. But right now, her head hurts and she's getting cold flushes but also sweating. She doesn't feel good. Maya doesn't feel good at all. 
She hates that she wants more drugs. 
Maya hates that she needs more. 
Despite her inner turmoil and the relentless onslaught of withdrawal symptoms, Maya found herself trembling uncontrollably, her resolve weakening in the face of overwhelming need. With each passing moment, the insidious craving for drugs grew stronger, gnawing at her from within and drowning out the rational voice of resistance. As her head throbbed with agony and cold shivers wracked her body, Maya felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender. The relentless hunger for relief threatened to consume her, driving her to the brink of desperation. Despite her best efforts to resist, the pull of addiction was relentless, drawing her inexorably closer to the abyss.
As Maya succumbed to the relentless grip of withdrawal, her body convulsed with tremors, each shudder sending waves of agony coursing through her veins. The room spun around her in a dizzying whirlwind, her senses overwhelmed by the ceaseless onslaught of nausea and disorientation. A cold sweat broke out across her fevered brow, her skin clammy to the touch as chills wracked her body. With each laboured breath, she felt as though she were suffocating, the air thick and oppressive in her lungs. Her muscles seized with cramps, contorting with spasms of agony that left her writhing in torment.
The torment of withdrawal bore down on her with merciless intensity, stripping away the last vestiges of her strength and resolve. Every fibre of her being screamed out for relief, for respite from the relentless assault on her senses. As Maya lay trembling and wracked with withdrawal symptoms, a dark presence loomed in the doorway, casting a shadow over the room. Izana stood there, his expression a twisted mix of amusement and satisfaction, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Izana's voice dripped with mock concern as he observed Maya's suffering. "Seems like my little bunny's not feeling too good. Should I take her to the vet?"
Maya's stomach churned with a mixture of fear and anger as she met Izana's gaze. It was his fault she was in this state, his insidious manipulation that had led her down this path of addiction and despair. But beneath the rage, there was also a gnawing sense of helplessness, a realization that she was at his mercy. "You did this to me," Maya whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur "You're the reason I'm like this."
Izana's smirk widened at her accusation, a cruel glimmer in his eyes. "Oh, I'm fully aware of that," he replied, his tone dripping with malice. "But isn't it fascinating to see just how far you've fallen? How easily you've succumbed to your own weaknesses?"
There is a short pause. "Do you want more?" Izana's question hung in the air like a poisonous fog, suffocating her with its implications.
Maya's heart pounded in her chest, torn between the agony of withdrawal and the terror of giving in to Izana's demands. The pain coursing through her veins was unbearable, a relentless torment that threatened to consume her entirely. For a fleeting moment, Maya entertained the thought of relief, of succumbing to the drugs that promised to numb her suffering. But even as the temptation whispered seductively in her ear, she knew deep down that yielding to Izana would only lead to further despair. With trembling hands and a voice barely above a whisper, Maya forced out her response. "No" she choked out
Izana's expression darkened, a glint of irritation flashing in his eyes before a chilling smile swiftly masked it. "Suit yourself" he murmured, his voice dripping with venom as he turned to leave
But the pain gets worse and Maya feels nauseous again. "N-No wait!" she says without thinking
Maya's voice wavered, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her suffering. Every fibre of her being screamed for relief, for escape from the relentless agony that consumed her. Izana's footsteps halted, his form casting a menacing shadow across the room as he turned back to face her. His gaze bore into her with icy intensity, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes. "What is it now?" Izana's tone was tinged with impatience, his patience wearing thin as Maya's desperation reached its peak
Maya's breath came in ragged gasps, her trembling fingers clutching at the sheets as she fought to keep her composure. "I-I..." she stammered, her words faltering as nausea threatened to overwhelm her once more.
Her mind reeled with conflicting emotions, torn between the primal instinct to escape the torment and the sickening allure of the drugs that promised temporary relief. In her moment of weakness, Maya's resolve crumbled, her voice barely a whisper as she uttered the words she knew she would come to regret.
"I... I want more."
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How she ended up underneath Izana after that was beyond her. But no, she wasn't just underneath him, their clothes were scattered on the ground and he was bullying his cock into her cunt from behind. Maya's face is pressed into the pillows, her hips in the air and back arched in a way that Izana probably really likes since he keeps smoothing his hand down her spine. "shit your fuckin tight" He groans as he bottoms out inside her
Maya whimpers helplessly into the pillow as another cold flush passes through her. Izana promised he'd give it to her after he was done. He told her he'd make it better. But fuck she needed it now. It didn't matter what he gave her, she needed it now. "Izana..." she moans pitifully into the pillows, her voice muffled "please..."
"shhh~" Izana coos, holding her hips tights "You'll get them. I'll give them to you. Just let me make you feel good first"
All the air is knocked out of her lungs when he thrusts. Maya's eyes roll back and she moans breathlessly into the pillow, unable to do anything but take it as he starts to go at a steady but quick pace. Izana's hard thrusts make her back bend more, her chest now nearly pressed against the mattress as well. "Izana.." she whimpers into the pillow, grasping desperately at it
It feels so good it almost makes her forget about the body aches and pain from the withdrawal. Izana is fucking huge and the stretch feels so good. He's pressing his hand down where her back arches as he thrusts into her hard and relentlessly as if to keep her down, to keep her from moving. Not that Maya wanted to go anywhere. She needed to feel better. She needed to stop feeling like utter shit. She needed Izana to give her relief. "f-fuck you're cute, bunny... takin' me s-so well" Izana groaned
His other hand slides underneath her, pressing his palm flat against her stomach and leans down over her, sucking hickeys along her spine and scattered on her loin. Maru's moaning and whimpering and kind of sobbing at this point which all the contrasting feelings just overwhelming her to the point of overstimulation— and she hasn't even orgasmed yet. "so fuckin good f'me, bunny" 
She's grabbed both her wrists and Izana holds them with ease in one hand behind her back. Maya whimpers helplessly, unable to do anything as he ties them together with his necktie. She's completely helpless now. It feels like her brain is melted into a mush as Izana's calloused fingers dig into her skin and his cockhead is probably pushing against her cervix. She weakly clenches her fists, unable to hang onto anything and just sobs pitifully into the pillow. It's hard to breathe but now all she can think about is Izana's huge dick, coming and getting her drugs. Unfortunately, she doesn't get to as right as she's about to, and Izana stops. "Manjiro are you just going to watch or are you going to join too?"
Maya barely registers Izana's words, too focused on her ruined orgasm and the damn pain in her body that was back. A sob leaves her again. Familiar calloused hands grab her shoulders and pull her off the mattress. Her position shifted and now she's up on her knees, back against Izana's chest and she's still buried to the hilt inside her. In front of her is Mikey, looking at her with an unknown expression on his face as he holds Maya by her shoulders. "She's going through withdrawal" Mikey says narrowing his eyes at Izana over her shoulder
Maya feels Izana shrug behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "she's been so good so far... I promised to give her a pill after she let me fuck her, but I think I'll give her one now" Izana says condescendingly then whispers sweetly into her ear "Don't you want one now, bunny"
Maya nods frantically and Mikey has a look of annoyance on his face. He's about to say something but Izana cuts him off "Yeah, yeah fuck I know... But we'll start on her little rehab tomorrow. For now, have some fun." Izana bites her shoulder and she barely feels it, unable to take her eyes away from Mikey "Let all the stress out"
So Mikey grabs a pill and pushes it between Maya's lips which she swallows greedily. The pain stops not too long after and everything feels good. Izana thrusts slow and lazily into her and Mikey's shirt is thrown off onto the ground joining the pile of clothes. Mikey's rough fingers caress the skin on her lower tummy and she melts immediately into his gentle touch. Her reaction triggers an emotion of awe in Mikey's eyes. He looks at her as if she's the most precious thing he's ever seen and it makes Maya's head swirl. As his fingers trail lower Mikey leans in to kiss her. She gasps into his mouth as his thumb rubs against her clit while Izana continues with his lazily slow thrusts. Maya can feel Izana's smile against her shoulder as she and Mikey make out. She feels good. Everything feels good as her hands stay tied tightly behind her back, constantly grazing against Izana's abs, nails digging into her palms. "how fucking sappy" Izana murmurs into her hair a little breathlessly
Mikey's thumb finds her clit again and he doesn't stop kissing her neither does Izana stop pumping into her cunt. Just with that, she's brought to the brink of coming and graciously, they let her. Her eyes roll back and Maya moans helplessly and Mikey sucks on her tongue. She falls forward into Mikey's chest and Izana digs his fingers into her waist, pressing bruises into her skin. "fuck squeezing me so tight" Izana groans "Manjiro you want the other hole?"
Mikey stops kissing Maya, staring at Izana in disbelief. "she's high"
"And?" Izana asks as he picks up the pace of his hips, drilling even harder into her making her let out a sob-like moan "It's not like she'll say no"
Maya's head is limply lying on Mikey's bare shoulder, barely registering both brothers' conversation, too focused on how good everything feels right now. Her skin is scorching hot and Mikey's feels cold. It feels good— the way Izana is hitting all the right spots inside her, how Mikey's rough calloused hands are caressing her skin and how he'd kiss her. She's too caught up in the moment to even listen to anything, to even remember where she was and why she was here. Maya flinches when something hot is poured onto her back. "a-ah!" she yelps and Izana just hushes her as he pours the wax from the candle on her back, dripping down her spine
"fuck that's cute" Izana coos and more wax is poured onto her shoulderblades
As more wax dripped onto her skin, painting intricate patterns of sensation, Maya found herself collapsing against Mikey's chest, her body seeking solace in his embrace. His fingers tangled in her hair, his gaze tender and unwavering as he looked down at her with a mixture of concern and adoration. Mikey's voice cut through the haze of sensation, his words a welcome anchor in the swirling storm of her mind. "You're doing well, Maya," he murmured, his tone laced with genuine admiration and encouragement
As Maya basked in the comforting embrace of Mikey's words and touch, she found herself momentarily lost in the intimacy of the moment. The gentle rhythm of his fingers in her hair, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, it all served to anchor her in the present. But the sudden shift in atmosphere jolted Maya back to reality. Izana's presence loomed over them, his amusement was palpable as he continued to pour wax onto her skin with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Despite the pain and discomfort, Maya's senses were heightened, each sensation registering with crystal clarity. The scent of burning wax mingled with the salty tang of sweat, the warmth of Mikey's body contrasting sharply with the cool touch of the wax. As Izana's actions grew more relentless, Maya's body tensed involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she struggled to endure the sensation. Yet, beneath the surface, a strange sense of exhilaration pulsed through her veins, mingling with the pain and igniting a primal desire she couldn't quite name. "It's too hot" Maya slurs helplessly
The searing heat of the wax seemed to seep into her very bones, scorching her skin with an intensity that bordered on unbearable. Mikey's grip tightened protectively around her, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow as he glanced between Maya and Izana. "Izana, ease up" he growled, his voice laced with a hint of warning.
But Izana merely chuckled, the sound dripping with amusement as he continued his ministrations with a perverse sense of satisfaction. "Aw, but look at how pretty her back looks, Manjiro," he taunted, his tone mocking "Aren't the little sounds she's making so cute"
Maya's senses reeled from the onslaught of sensations, her mind a maelstrom of confusion and distress. The agony of the wax mingled with a strange, almost intoxicating euphoria, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain in a twisted dance of sensation. Mikey's gaze softened with a mixture of concern and tenderness as he watched Izana's sadistic amusement unfold before him. His voice, a soothing melody amidst the chaos, cut through the air like a lifeline in the storm. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Mikey murmured gently, his words a balm to Maya's frayed nerves. "You're doing great, Maya. Just focus on me, okay? I'm right here with you."
Izana keeps going, drilling his hips into her even harder after Mikey grabs the candle from him and sets it back on the bedside table. Pressure builds up in her lower stomach again and her eyes roll back. It seemed that Izana was close too because he picked up the pace and pounded even harder into her. Maya's eyes roll back and tears run down her cheeks from the overwhelming pain and pleasure coursing through her. As tears cascaded down Maya's cheeks, her senses teetered on the brink of oblivion, caught in the tumultuous whirlwind of agony and ecstasy. The searing pain of the wax melded with an intoxicating rush of pleasure, blurring the lines between torment and euphoria in a dizzying haze. Mikey's heart clenched with anguish at the sight of Maya's suffering, his fingers gently tracing soothing patterns along her trembling form. His voice, a soft murmur against the chaos, offered her a lifeline amidst the storm of sensations. "Shh, Maya, I'm here," Mikey whispered, his words a tender reassurance amidst the cacophony of emotions. "Just hold on a little longer, okay? You're doing so well for us"
Mikey says 'us' but Maya hears 'me'
As Maya continued to mumble incoherently, her mind caught in the tangled web of agony and pleasure, a sense of disorientation washed over her. The distinction between Mikey and Izana blurred in her fractured consciousness, their names swirling together in a jumbled cacophony of sound. Izana's lips curled into a smirk as he observed Maya's struggle, finding amusement in the chaos unfolding before him. Her fragmented words were like music to his ears, a symphony of delirium that fed his sadistic fascination. "Listen to her, Manjiro," Izana chuckled, his voice tinged with wicked delight. "She can't even distinguish between us anymore. Isn't it cute?"
Maya feels herself on the brink of release but also on the brink of passing out. "Mikey..." she slurs helplessly "... can't"
Mikey only hushes her. She can't see it but he's glaring at Izana. "s-shit" Izana groans as he's rutting even harder and faster into her. Maya's eyes roll back again and she's sobbing breathlessly when Mikey's thumb finds her clit again
Izana comes first and she whimpers at the feeling, wrists pulling at the fabric that binds them together. She comes not too long after, vision going white. Maya thinks she passed out for a second because when she comes to, Izana is no longer there and Mikey has untied her wrists and is guiding her limp arms into his black dress shirt he had thrown to the floor earlier. "hey, baby" Mikey murmurs, brushing her sweat-slicked fringes away from her forehead "you back with me?"
She can't really speak. Her mouth feels dry and the high from whatever drug Mikey gave to relieve her withdrawal symptoms kept her under the influence. Mikey coaxes her to drink some water before he lifts her with ease and heads to the attached bathroom. Maya's body isn't aching just yet but she knows when she wakes up she's going to feel like absolute shit. Her back is stinging from the wax and her skin feels sweaty and gross. All she can do now is curl into Mikey's chest while he carries her bridal style. "Mikey..." she mumbles
Before Mikey could answer, there was a new voice. "I'm leaving burn cream here" Kakucho says in a monotonous manner 
Maya doesn't look at him. She just curls further into Mikey's chest, hiding her face in his shoulder. "Yeah, alright" Mikey says dismissively and enters the bathroom
He then looks down at Maya. "What were you going to say?" He asks her gently, setting her down on the cool marble counter
She barely looks up at him when she says "think 'm gonna pass out"
He runs his fingers through her hair and says "That's okay, pass out. I'll take care of you. I'm here"
With that, Maya passes out.
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[END CREDIT]
It's about 11 pm, Maya is fast asleep and Mikey is holding her tight to his chest, tucked away in his arms beneath the blanket. They showered, cleaned and clothed. Izana watches from the door. His smirk widened as he observed the scene before him, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he savoured the sight of Mikey and Maya entwined in each other's embrace "What a sick little head," he mused aloud, his voice laced with a mixture of disdain and amusement "Your love always turns into obsession"
Mikey stirred slightly at the sound of Izana's voice, his grip on Maya tightening instinctively as he shifted to face his older brother. "What do you want, Izana?" he grumbled, his tone betraying a hint of irritation.
Izana's smirk widened into a wicked grin as he sauntered into the room, his gaze never leaving Maya's sleeping form. "Oh, nothing much," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just checking in on my favourite lovebirds."
Mikey shot him a glare, but Izana merely shrugged off the hostility, his attention still fixated on Maya. "Enjoy it while it lasts, little brother," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Because we both know how these things tend to end... Especially with you"
With a final smirk, Izana turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving Mikey to stew in his own thoughts. As the door clicked shut behind him, a sense of foreboding settled over the room, casting a shadow over the fragile peace that had momentarily enveloped them 
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notes: omg I am so late,, I'm so sorry for posting so late but writing the smut was so hard 😭 I hope the smut turned out fine
For some context, Maya thinks she’s been at the beach house for about a week and a half but in reality it’s been 2 and a half weeks.
title is from spider by hoshi
next update is on monday
taglist: @highpri3stess @mysouleaten @yaya4thawin @riritvt @piroporopo @reiners-milkbiddies @bontensbabygirl @tenjikusstuff4 @fairey555 @izanazqueen
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nu11lar · 4 months
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he would be the type of person to go wayy too far into fucking you, wether it will be during a dinner gathering or... in the balcony. he would either have your stomach pressed against the cold railings or make you hold onto them while he abuses your sopping hole from behind. it doesn't matter if it's too risky, embarrassing, or humiliating, he would not care. not even a single bit.
it will turn him even more on if someone across the apartment building is also out in the balcony, having the chance for the person to see just two people making love at night in the balcony, now that's some murda b shit.
he'll press his chest against your back and place his hands ontop of yours, keeping you still. his lips inches closer to the shell of your ear as his hot breath fans over it. you're practically begging him to slow down and do this somewhere else but he refuses, he just wants to show the world what kind of slut you are for your boyfriend/fiancé.
"hm? you're sayin' that this is embarrassing? then how come you're creaming all over my dick and tightening around me huh? silly girl, you're enjoying this."
"tsk, tsk, what a whore. you enjoy being watched by the people across from us while i fuck you dumb eh? i should do this more- fuck- more often.."
he just loves to humiliate you, doesn't he?
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🦢 ㅡ GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, geto suguru, RAN HAITANI, HANMA SHUJI, manjiro "mikey" sano, izana kurokawa, scaramouche, CHILDE, wriothesley, hobie brown, DAZAI OSAMU, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, fyodor dostoevsky, NIKOLAI GOGOL, sanemi shinazugawa, DOUMA, + any of your faves !
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demiesworld · 7 months
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thinking about men overstimulating themselves
☆ — contents: minors dni, nsfw, smut, overstimulation (both m and f), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, dumbification, just the usual filth
☆ — notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns.
like you have both been going at it for hours already. you're in the bedroom he has your legs spread eagle, and your arms are anchored at your sides from him holding you down. his hips, god his strokes are so deep, and fast when they slap right against your skin. this man is abusing your pussy and is trying to make it go over it's limit. though it's not like he doesn't care he's just so fucked out, so drunk and so determined that he doesn't realize it. you look up at him, seeing his face flushed and jaw slack, his pretty eyes are barely even visible as there's nothing but white; he looks so hot. the upper rows of his teeth biting down on his bottom lip at the same time his hips are brutally snapping forward. the claps of his heavy balls accompanied by low grunts is an erotic vision that has your gummy walls tightening on his dick. then that tight knot that you've been chasing after for a while finally pops and your pussy is squirting all over his lower abdomen. spurts of your sweet juice wets his skin and makes a puddle on the bedsheets. "hmm! mm! fuuuck baby!" he grunts and groans out when you cum all over him. you're panting after you're easing down, and you're expecting for him to stop. he doesn't. instead he rocks his hips against yours slowly and he bites back a moan when your walls squeeze around him. "yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah, fuuuck," he lets go of your hands and cup your sweaty face in his hands. you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and let him tenderly grind his dick into your core. you arch your back up from the bed with your toes curling behind his back. your hand flies to the back of his head as you pull him in for a heated kiss. he's whimpering onto your lips, "i'm sorry baby, i can't- ha- i can't- hng- fuc-fucking stop." "it's ok-okay! don't stop, please!" "don't stop? my baby says don't stop?" you're nodding your head and whimper when he slides his cock out of your pussy. he turns you over on your side, then gets in between your thighs, straddling your bottom leg with your top leg laying over on one of his thighs. he holds onto the base of his length and slathers his tip with your wet juices. you toss your head back, a sensual moan pushes past your lips. "put it in daddy- oooh!" he's sliding his dick back into you and angling his hips so he could give you short and quick strokes. you chant his name like a prayer, clutching tightly onto his right shoulder as he pounds into your pussy from above. your back arches from the bed while you release out a squeak. you look into his eyes just as you cum again from him hitting your sweet spot. he slows down and gently grinds his hips into you as you ride out your orgasm this time. his hand gripping onto the flesh of your thigh and stroking the skin. he breathed, "so gooood, hmm, can't get e-fucking-nough!" he lifts your leg up and lets it hang over his shoulder. "fuck, oh shit, shit, what the fuck." he whispers in a ragged tone. his head looks down at where you're connected and the ring of creamy white that's on his shaft, and your puffy clit has him holding his breath. "so hot, oh god baby," he startles you by roughly jackhammering. your bodily mixtures of cum created a wet smacking sound from him thrusting. he tosses his head back and gasps dramatically as he feels his body tensing up and quickens his thrusts if possible. he's blabbering, "fuck, fuck, shit, yes, yes, just l-like t-thAT!" with the final thrust he slams into you hard and leans his weight onto your body. your pussy feels like it's stretched to its limit when he lays above you and shoots his hot seed deep into your womb. he's letting out soft hisses, low grunts, and sweet whimpers as he gingerly fucks his cum into your seeping cunt. "ah, ah, fuck th-that... tha-that felt go-good... how did you feel babe-baby?" "good... but i feel so sore..." "hehe sorry baby."
(jjk) GOJO, CHOSO, geto, (kny) AIZETSU, karaku, haganezuka, DOUMA, akaza (tokyo rev) ran, rindou, KAZUTORA, HANMA, IZANA, baji, SANZU, any of your favs!
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fuyuluvr · 7 months
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i give this pussy to you nine to five, five to nine. ♡
synopsis: tr men can’t get enough of you, neither could you. <;3 
characters: chifuyu, kakucho, izana
warnings: mdni and ageless blogs dni. you will be blocked. f!reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, izana is mean but a good type of mean, oral (f!receiving), lmk if i missed out more. oh also, izana talks in filo idc idc
mini taglist: @kira-rrh @fueledbysano @shinnsspretty @wakashawty <;33
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chifuyu: 
“oh, fuck.” chifuyu groans as he rolls his head back, a dull thump reverberating the room as you sink down his length in quick pumps. your arms were around his neck, lips sucking harshly at the bottom of his ear as breathy moans escape you. 
“yeah, keep going baby. just like that.” he moans as he tries to open his eyes, groaning louder at the sight of your pretty tits in his face. he leans down and sucks one pert nipple, rewarded by a hitched breath on your behalf. 
the blonde sucks harder once he hears your voice calling out his name, pitching higher in cadence as he thrusts even faster in your sticky pussy. 
“shit.” chifuyu groans out. “you’re sucking me in so good. ‘ts like you want me to cum inside.” with your whimper as a response, his lust-filled eyes fell into a close as he grabbed on to the fat of your ass, dictating your movements as the both of you neared completion. 
your pitches were consistently getting higher, his climax was nearing. the room felt hotter and chifuyu knew you were close. a sharp gasp left your lips as his dexterous fingers rubbed small quick circles on your bulging clit. 
your pleas were all he could hear as he had one goal in his mind. to make you finish at the same time. 
“close, baby?” his deep, raspy whimper made your stomach do a flip, you nod with conviction, wanting to feel him fill you up with his seed. 
“just a little more, baby.” he whispers, biting his lip and opening his eyes to look down where you were connected, letting out another groan once he feels your clit throb repeatedly under his fingertips. 
“fuck. fuck–” he released a long moan once he feels your releases surround his length, walls clenching onto him so tight that he couldn’t fight back the temptation to release inside your walls. 
he stops moving you once the both of you rode out your orgasms, his lips searching for yours. 
chifuyu, ever the romantic, needs to always end a session in a lazy makeout. he, however, was not prepared for your hips to start moving once more, hardening his softening member. 
“shit, baby.” he leans his forehead to yours, eyes closing once more as he enjoys the ride. “you’re so fucking good to me.” 
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kakucho: 
kakucho was a gentleman through and through, everyone and their moms know that. but all chivalry leaves his body when he sinks in your fluttering pussy and fucks you like some cheap whore on the streets. 
your moans are what’s keeping him going, his mismatched eyes were lidded, trained on your mouth, watching how your perfect lips transitioned into numerous expressions before he couldn’t resist and stabbed his tongue into your mouth. 
his cock was heavy as he pounds you into the mattress, not giving a fuck if his neighbors hear, hell, he’d even push you on the wall just for them to hear you clearer if he was feeling generous. but that would never happen. you were his. your pussy was his. 
“k-kaku… please.” your shrill cries made him harder and made his pace impossibly faster. 
“you wanna cum, ‘sweet thing?” a cry of confirmation leaves your lips as his hips slammed against yours. the sound of skin hitting skin reverberated against the room, accompanied by your moans and his. 
“beg.” he whispers by your ear, feeling you seize up by his words before you were left a blubbering mess. 
a chorus of pleas fell deaf on his ears as he hiked up your legs to his shoulder, pounding deeper, feeling your slippery cunt tighten up. 
“you’re so– fuck. so good.” he whispers as he bends you in half, lips nibbling on your earlobe. “give it to me.‘ he says before giving you another powerful thrust, fingers massaging your clit to ride out your orgasm. 
your body twitches as his fingers were relentless, he lets out a groan as he follows your lead, sticky ropes of white filled your dampness as he relaxes his hold on your leg, letting it fall to his waist as the both of you catch your breaths. 
kakucho was about to pull out, switch back his chivalric mode on and get you a clean rag to clean you, but he was stopped when your leg pushed him down once more, hardening his softening cock. a sultry look on your face as you cant your hips upward. 
“more.” you whisper, baring your neck to the side and kakucho curses his lack of self-control as he immediately darts forward to suck his mark on the expanse of your neck. 
kakucho pulled away once he was satisfied with the reds and blues that were caused by his lips. a charming smirk enters his face, and you almost forget about the thick cock that was wedged inside of you. 
“you asked for this, sweet thing.” 
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izana
a cry leaves your lips as you came for the second time, tears filling your eyes as you contracted from the stimulation that your lover gave you. speaking of, he was beneath you, focused violet eyes trained to the way your body was trembling as he gave your clit a harsh suck. 
“z-zana…” it was sadistic, really. the way his eyes glinted mischief as he pulled away from your bud, but you couldn’t cheer for the loss of contact since he immediately replaced his mouth with his boney fingers, keeping two fingers flat on your clit, rubbing small, hard circles.
“‘ts too much…” you slurred out. you shivered at the hum he lets out, a sarcastic pout forms on his face as he leans up to meet you eye to eye. 
“you can give me one more, can’t you, mahal?” the pet name seems to have hypnotized your as you nodded your head like a mindless bimbo. and at that point, maybe you were. you see the sinister grin that izana lets out as he pulls his fingers away, forcing you to suck his digits as he pumped his length with his other hand. 
seemingly keeping eye contact, you were entranced by his violet eyes, tongue coating his fingers with saliva, izana smirks before pinching the muscle, keeping it in place as he positions his length from below. 
he lets go of your tongue, in a daze, you kept it lolled out, waiting for his next move. the tanned male leaves no time to waste as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth and his length inside your warmth. 
izana closes his eyes as he feels you moan, the vibration on your tongue intermingling with his as he cants his hips in a quick cadence, leaving broken moans to leave your lips as you pull away, gasping for air.
“tangina. ang sikip. (fuck, it’s tight.)” the deep rasp of his voice made you tighten against him, making another groan leave his lips as mumbles of foreign words were heard from his lips. 
“akin ka lang. (you’re mine.)” he whispers as the slam of his hips get more brutal, his tongue darting out to lick the tears that were streaming by the side of your face, a grin forming on his. 
“puta. ang ganda mo. (fuck. you’re beautiful.)” he smirks. “crying over your king’s cock like this.” by now he can feel the rhythmic tightening of your cunt against his throbbing length. he was close and so were you. 
with this incoming orgasm being your third, it didn’t take you long to reach your end. a gasp leaving your lips as your body seized, clear fluid shooting out of you and wetting izana’s toned stomach. 
“fuck.” izana groans as he cums right after. the tightening of your cunt too much for him to take. the only sound in the room being your heaving breaths. 
you weren’t even fully rested before you felt izana buck his hips again. a whine left your lips as you laid there bonelessly, tired but you knew that your lover still had more to give you. 
izana presses a quick kiss on your lips before he plants his arms on either side of your head. 
“isa pa. (one more.)”
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iamk1llua · 3 months
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Tokyo Revengers boys when they see you out with another guy :((
ft; manjiro sano (mikey), keisuke baji, izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, kakucho, shuji hanma & chifuyu matsuno.
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the-atlas-sister · 3 months
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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED
But make it ✨spicy✨
Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.
“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.
Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.
“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.
Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.
“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.
“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”
Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.
You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.
Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.
Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”
Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.
“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.
“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.
You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.
You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.
His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”
Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.
“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”
“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.
“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.
“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.
“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.
“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”
Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.
Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.
"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.
"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"
That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.
He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.
Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.
Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.
Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.
"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.
"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.
"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.
You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."
Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...
Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.
"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.
"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.
"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.
"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.
"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.
You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.
As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.
He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.
"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.
"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.
"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.
"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.
"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.
"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."
Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.
"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.
"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."
"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.
"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.
"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"
"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"
You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."
I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.
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chochuuya · 5 months
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scenarios with tr boys!
..that i hc fit them best (・ω<)☆
characters included: mikey, baji, izana, takemichi, smiley, rindou, yamagishi, draken, chifuyu, kakucho, inui, ran, kokonoi, peh-yan, hakkai, takuya, angry, kazutora, hanma, sanzu, mitsuya, shinichiro & shion
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every time you sit on the couch, he takes that as an invitation to lay his head on your lap and make himself comfortable. he would also expects you to play with his hair.
mikey, baji, izana, takemichi, smiley
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you take off his glasses for fun. usually, he would just tell you to give them back but when you put them on and start to act like him, he will have no choice to think that it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. he quickly snaps out of it before his smile could get any wider and demanding them back.
rindou, yamagishi
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he claims it is a simple "let's get ice cream after school". while you were enjoying the beautiful sunset as it slowly paints the sky orange, he would only look at you as his cheeks slowly become pink tinted. he's smitten.
draken, chifuyu, kakucho, inui
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trust me on this.. he is the type of guy to have no shame when it comes to his crush. all his cold demeanour is out of the window, maybe acts as a tsundere sometimes. he would purposely bump into you, just so he can help you up with rizz. (i have the "you ladies alright?" in mind iykwim 😭)
ran, kokonoi, peh-yan
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this person is very shy and would not even be able to get his words out when you approach him and his friends. would most likely hide, run or even pretend he doesn't see you. will only talk once he's used to your presence (yet his heart feels like a construction site and alarms in his head goes off).
hakkai, chifuyu, takuya, angry
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he would lean down and whisper in your ear when you are not aware that he's there. he does not realize his impact and how it makes you flustered? maybe he does.. (✧ω✧) he also takes pride in the fact that, he completely towers over you when you guys are standing close to each other.
ran, kazutora, hanma, sanzu, shion
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brings this tiny bag everywhere filled with chapstick, cute bandaids and even hair ties. most of it is yours and he calls it "the emergency pouch". i also feel like he's the type of person to take really really long showers instead of venting when he can, it helps him calm down :C
mitsuya, baji, shinichiro
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please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!
this one is a little challenging bcs many of the boys could fit in any of these (°ロ°).. but either way, i hope you like this one! all likes, reblogs and comments are vv appreciated ♡( ◡‿◡ )
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zeltqz · 1 year
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tenjiku men asking you to open your window to sneak in
Including : Ran, Rindou, Mikey, Sanzu, Hanma, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Izana My first smau 🫣
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—Ran & Rindou
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—Sanzu & Hanma
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—Kokonoi & Izana
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—Mikey & Kakucho
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gabytodd · 2 years
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[haruchiyo’s first day as a lawyer]
judge: so, who will you be representing, mr. sanzu?
haruchiyo, throwing up gang signs: the streets, your honor.
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kkusuka · 2 years
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tr headcannons that are cannon.
bc i said so!
cw: smut, all timeskip, afab reader, they/them pronouns
- izana has a nasty habit of flicking up skirts you wear just to see what underwear you picked that day
- if shion is interested in you he’ll follow you around like a puppy dog until you acknowledge him
- takemichi has fainted after seeing your boobs
- during meetings mikey uses your poor tits as stress balls, but only he’s allowed to look at them and everyone knows that, so when he sees come low level toman member looking, you’re left shirtless watching your boyfriend scare the shot out of some poor guy. but hey! pretty titties!
- kakucho did not know where the clit was until he saw you masturbating and was like ‘wtf are they rubbing???’
- sanzu doesn’t know when it started but he just has to hold onto your thighs whenever he sits next to you
- rindou has definitely walked in on you and ran fucking- in the kitchen- and they both have started a conversation as if he wasn’t balls deep in your cunt (can be the other way around but rindou would at least stop fucking you until ran left)
- anytime you’re standing next to hanma he has both palms settled on your ass
- draken blocks any other noise out when he’s fucking you, all he wants to hear are your little pants and moans- until somebody walks in on him fucking you stupid
- senju would 100% ask to go to a bathhouse with you just to end up asking to ‘compare boobs’ because she has all brothers and didn’t know her mother so she needs help- just to make sure everything is ok( as in she wants to touch your boobs!)
- izana has cut tenjuku meetings short because he wanted you to sit on his face
- sometimes mikey would take you to these huge dinner parties in the prettiest dress and shoes he could find and walk you around as a tiny bullet vibrator delivered orgasm after orgasm through your poor pussy
- ran gas definitely let other dudes fuck you just for you to see how good you have it- and the other guys didn’t make it too far after anyway
- mikey isn’t good with emotion but he does know that boobs = proof of god
- shinichiro’s biggest fantasy has always been fucking you on his bike
- rindou makes you moan so loud that he’s had to replace speakers in his room bc they aren’t load enough to drown you out
- sanzu has sent mikey your sex tape
- takeomi has been know to make you cockwarm him during meetings with other gangs
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s4no · 7 months
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PART TWO
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+ feat: shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto & hakkai shiba
+ cws: fem!reader, twitter p*rn links, each character will have their own cws
+ a/n: the twt acc is mine !! you must be logged in to twitter to view the tweets. all characters are written in adult timelines (aged 21+) — part one | part two | part three
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ಇ  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: spanking (r), fingering, bondage (r), ptv, ass play (r)    [ link one | link two ] hanma is dangerous— the type of predator that likes to play with his food before he eats it. he likes to hear the sounds you make when he bends you over his lap and lets sin and punishment wreak havoc on your ass, delivering harsh smacks that make you cry out and leave your flesh red and angry. he laces the pain with pleasure, rubbing his thumb between your folds and granting you a brief respite before he's spanking you again. the whimpers that ensue only seem to egg him on, but he exercises a great deal of patience as he restrains your hands behind your back in a pair of leather cuffs that fit snugly around your wrists. keeping you bent over, he gets to admire his work while he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking inside of you until he's buried to the hilt. but one hole isn't enough for shuji hanma— he's much too greedy for that to satiate his desire. so he plows into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls, and uses his thumb once more, pushing the digit inside of your ass deep enough to bring tears to your eyes. when you're like this, helpless and entirely at his mercy, hanma can't help but think you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.
ಇ  𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: fingering, pta    [ link one | link two ] kisaki is a multitasker and he’s a very talented one at that. you know this because he currently has two fingers plunging inside of you while he effortlessly steers the car with his other hand. not once does he swerve, not once are you worried you might crash. but just because he's good at multitasking, doesn't necessarily mean that he likes to do it. in fact, he's irritated that you couldn't wait until you got home. he’s annoyed that he’s been forced to divide his attention between you and the road. so when he finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he doesn’t even let you pull on your pants before dragging you out of the car. the moment you get inside, he’s unbuckling his pants and pushing you down onto your side. “so fucking needy,” he chastises, his voice dripping with disdain. he plans on making you regret your decision to rush him, and you find that you do as he grabs a bottle of lube and smears it over his cock. instead of pushing inside of your pussy like you wish he would, he feeds the tip of his cock into your ass, grunting at how tight you are unprepped. he takes pity on you when you start to cry, gliding his fingers through your folds, but his generosity only extends so far. not once do they go near your clit.
ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗜. + cw: butt plug (r), fingering, pussy slapping, spanking (r), bondage (r), ptv    [ link one | link two ] kokonoi’s love language is gift-giving. he’ll return home from work with your favorite flowers in hand, buy you those chocolates you love when you’re on your period. sometimes, when you’re having a bad day, he’ll surprise you with that pair of diamond earrings you were eyeing at the store the other day. but out of all the gifts he’s given you, the toys he’s picked out for you are some of your favorites. he always likes to try them out later that night, so it’s not unusual when you find yourself lying on your back with a pair of metal cuffs clamped down around your wrists. they’re chained to the diamond butt plug that rests inside of you and you do your best not to thrash and squirm as his fingers delve in and out of your cunt. it’s even harder to stay in position when he brings his palm down against your pussy, smug at the way your entire body lurches upon impact. but that’s only the beginning of the fun he has planned for you because minutes later he has you on your stomach, chest against the bed with your arms restrained behind your back in a red leather set. “my pretty little jewel,” he croons, rubbing his length over your folds. he uses your wrists as leverage, pulling you back into him as he thrusts inside of you, and he swears he’d spend every yen to his name if it felt even half as good as your pussy does right now.
ಇ  𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. + cw: oral (r), ptv    [ link one | link two ] inui likes to take things slow and steady. he prefers to take his time, kissing you tenderly and undressing you slowly. pieces of clothing fall to the floor one by one, and you both have wandering hands that dip beneath the few remaining garments, claiming what’s underneath. a low groan rumbles from his chest when your small hand wraps around his dick and you stroke it while deft fingers rub figure-eights across your clit. the tension swells, becoming more and more intense as his lips roam lower and lower until they’re between your legs, one hand splayed out against the small of your back to make sure you don’t try to shy away from his mouth. he licks you languidly, alternating between pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clit and flicking his tongue over it. just when you think the bubble inside of you is going to burst, he draws away and coaxes you onto your back, thrusting into you deep enough to send you toppling right over the edge. he doesn’t stop when your pussy convulses around him, not until he’s filled you up good and plenty. afterward, he lets you lay in his arms, fingers absentmindedly trailing up and down your back. 
ಇ  𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔. + cw: dacryphilia, overstim (r), bondage (r), toys, ptv, manipulation(?)    [ link one | link two ] izana may think you’re pretty when you laugh— even more so when you smile— but nothing will ever compare to the way you look when you’re crying for him. no, you’re downright captivating. the way your dark lashes clump together, lining with unshed tears and pleading up at him, gives him a rush better than any drug. it doesn’t deter him one bit, and he remains holding the vibrator against your cunt even when your legs start to tremble in the ropes restraining your limbs. you’re so sensitive from three consecutive orgasms that the tears streak down your cheeks, and a deafening sob wracks through you as he rips a fourth one out of you. he murmurs praise after praise, telling you how precious you look with your eyebrows pinched together and your bottom lip snug between your teeth. he deems four a sufficient number but he’s far from letting you go, deciding to untie you only to flip you onto your stomach and pin your hands behind your back. you’re sopping wet, heady arousal staining the sheets below you, so when he brings his cock to your entrance, it slips right into your abused pussy without any resistance. “don’t you want to make me feel good too, angel?” his honeyed words act as poison, subduing you into a compliant state that he’s all too eager to take advantage of.
ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢. + cw: ptv, size difference, stomach bulge    [ link one | link two ] to say kakucho is large is an understatement. he’s mountainous, with broad shoulders and bulging biceps, and thighs as thick as tree trunks. he towers over you without even trying, easily double your size, and it only becomes more apparent when you’re fucking. truly, he loves the size difference, loves how small and fragile you seem in comparison to a giant like him. strong hands hold your hips in a firm grip as he thrusts against your backside, supporting your weight in case your legs give out. honestly, it’s remarkable that he’s somehow managed to fit his entire cock inside of you, and when one of his hands moves up to your throat, forcing your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him, you can see the sheer adoration in his dual-toned eyes. admittedly, your legs do end up collapsing beneath you but that’s no reason for him to stop— all it means is he needs to get you off your feet. that’s how you find yourself on the bed, bent over on your hands and knees, with kakucho looming behind you. the position is intimidating because it allows him to get even deeper than before, and you let out a breathless moan when he perfectly angles his cock to press against your g-spot. he helps guide you back against his pelvis, mesmerized by the sight of your pussy sucking him in with every thrust.
ಇ  𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗔. + cw: ptv    [ link one | link two ] it’s cute how nervous hakkai gets when it comes to you— how this hulking gang member turns to absolute mush whenever you’re around. he treats you like royalty, bowing down in your presence and slowly worshipping your body until you're like putty in his hands. he leaves no inch of you untouched as he sits behind you, his hands squeezing your breasts over your bra while you let out appreciative hums, bolstering him on. one skims down your stomach and in between your thighs, his fingers skillfully rubbing circles over you clothed cunt that have your hips shifting from side to side. “so perfect,” he murmurs, burying his head in the crook of your neck and pressing a soft kiss against your skin. you melt back into him as he pulls your bra down, and large hands begin kneading your bare breasts, making you moan out in satisfaction. never once do his motions become rushed; never once does he put his pleasure above your own. only when you’re dripping wet does he deem you adequately prepared for him to situate himself between your legs and ease himself inside of you. his lips never leave yours as his hips roll against yours, swallowing your sounds like a man dying of thirst. he doesn’t fuck you— he makes love to you, whispering how much he loves you while you drown in bliss beneath him.
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Hiii!!! Can I request a girlfriend Rindou reader, where Tenjiku doesn't even know he has a girlfriend like Ran doesn't even know, and so she meets Tenjiku, and she can fight really really good and she's like PRETTY PRETTY and like how...? Did RINDOU EVEN GET HER? And she stars to catch other members eyes ;)
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ᥫ᭡ for haitani rindou and tenjiku, WAREHOUSE ROMCOM.
in which you insist on meeting your boyfriend's current gang and fuck, you definitely just knocked out one of their captains.
𔘓 it's my first time writing for some of these guys so i'm sorry if they're ooc D: you used she/her and mentioned girlfriend so i'll be using those for this fic :] around 3.1k words of chaos.
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“rin, how come i’ve never met any of your friends?” 
the timing doesn’t allow for a deep conversation. rindou’s too busy messing with his laptop, one earbud immersing him in whatever program was running. meanwhile, a catalog resting on your lap took half your attention.
as expected, the question is around the fifth priority in rindou’s head. “buncha smelly thugs, you wouldn’t like ‘em.”
“and you’re not in that demographic?” you idly munch on some snacks you scavenged from his pantry. 
“no, i’m not.” rindou scoffs like you just spat on his entire bloodline. “i’m your handsome boyfriend who you love very, very much.”
oh, this sweater has a really nice discount. “what about your brother? i've never seen him either, i’m starting to think you’re actually an only child.”
he’s gonna pretend like his comment going ignored didn’t sting a little. 
“you should be grateful, once you meet ran you’ll be cursed with a killer headache for the rest of your life.”
somehow it doesn’t seem as bad, nor does it deter you in the slightest. whine all he wants, rindou loves his brother. he knows it, and so do you.
“rinnie.” a vein could very well pop out his head at the dumb nickname. “are you embarrassed of me?”
(you know rindou would kiss the floor you walk on. still? good leverage).
his typing halts, left earbud joining the right to hang around his neck. a thousand times of the same coercion tactics should have prepared him better. should have. be as it may, rindou’s heartbeat stops for a minute.
you’re the one good thing he’s got going on, why would he ne embarrassed of you? no, never, he loves you too much.
not like he’d willingly admit to it, though. “a little” his typing resumes, this time a little more attentive to the situation. safety measures and all that.
seems he’s not budging. the playful banter turns into a bitter taste in your mouth. “rude.”
rindou doesn’t like your sudden silence. it cuts at his facade like the dullest of knives—painfully slow.
he can’t win against you. if there's one more thing he hates more than sweaty gym equipment is getting on your bad side.
“i’m not embarrassed, you’re just too pretty for them.” it’s not a lie.
“flattery won’t save you from sleeping on the couch.”
he’s in his own home, it's his couch and bed. “if i take you to meet them once,” rindou emphasizes the word, “will you be pleased?”
you would, “a little.”
works for him.
rindou groans like the sore loser he is, yet hands you an earbud. “whatever, don’t come cryin’  when you realize they're actually lame."
secretly, he prays you don't like them better than him.
"they're your friends—or gang, i'm guessing—i would never think bad of them."
aren't you just a godsend? rindou breathes a chuckle, pressing play. whatever wrinkles remained on his face washed away when you bobbed your head to his mix. he forgives you for being a pain in his ass.
everything’s fair in love and war; you came and conquered with ease. as implicit as he fights to keep it, rindou's a big softie for you.
you lean over to kiss his temple, maybe you’ll buy that sweater you saw for this special occasion.
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just this once, punctuality would be the death of you.
the only street light a couple meters away flickers every two minutes, you’ve got no service, and the run-down warehouse you’re leaning on is the shadiest spot rindou’s asked you to meet at. seriously, what’s his issue?
“little late for someone like you to be out alone, isn’t it?” couldn’t have said it better, voice you've never heard before.
..wait.
with a gulp, you turn to meet whoever was talking to you. it’s not the least comforting when you have to look up to see his face. tall, weird eyebrows, and overall menacing.
for once in your goddamn life, think!
“yeah—i mean, it must suck to be alone in the dead of night.” you laugh nervously, as if to quell the goosebumps rising in your arms. “not me though, nope.”
mochi squints his eyes. you can’t be serious, right? there’s no one else in the entire block. “‘s that so?”
one gulp to hush your anxiety. “yup, my boyfriend’s waiting for me, if i don’t show he’ll come looking,” great, now you’re shaking. 
he’s not gonna buy it. this is the end, death by two hands the size of your head. truly tragic.
“only a shitty boyfriend would leave you all alone like this,” he huffs. it’s true, part of him wants to wait and chew out whoever this man is. 
safe to say, you have to agree. rindou is a dead man as soon as he shows his face, and it won’t be at the hands of this monster of a guy.
blame it on your current hyperfocus on every little thing (something’s gotta make up for your obvious lack of fight or flight) you can’t help but notice he’s wearing all red—is that a gang uniform?
funny how hope goes out as quick as that.
rindou’s uniform is most definitely not red. the fight bound to unleash is already brewing inside your mind, you’re not even sure if rindou can take a hit from this guy. if he ever gets here, only one of these two would walk away. 
you have to act, fast.
“it’s not safe, what’s a thing like you gonna do if—”
he makes the mistake of looking into your eyes. they’re wide, like a deer caught in headlights; innocent.
mochizuki’s second mistake is not noticing the right hook you swing.
the light flickers again, and one of tenjiku’s heavenly kings falls unconscious.
it goes without saying you fucking panic.
“i didn't mean to—shit!” you’re kneeling beside his body, checking for pulse. of course there's still a pulse, there’s no way you could actually kill a guy like that. “i’m so, so sorry.”
he didn’t even try to hurt you. are you the monster here? 
initially, you were worried rindou would be the one to start a fight if he saw you cornered by the guy. never would you have thought the culprit would be none other than yourself.
quickly, your sweater becomes a makeshift pillow—the least you could do for knocking the living daylights out of him. though you do cringe when the brand-new fabric soaks up all the dirt on the ground.
it’s okay, surely once he wakes again you can explain you didn’t mean to hit him. you were aiming for… a fly? a mosquito? those can carry deadly diseases. sure, let’s go with that.
kakucho doesn’t know what he just walked into.
there’s a stranger kneeling beside mochi whispering in a fret to herself, something about the last recorded case of dengue fever in japan. right, he was also unconscious.
soon, you notice him too. particularly his red uniform.
there’s a brief pause in which you just stare at each other.
come to think of it, you’d probably kick the bucket in these clothes, and you wouldn’t mind. dying with these on would be something you can live with—or die, rather? idioms are dumb. point is, you picked a really nice outfit for your supposed date with rindou. 
rindou haitani, who somehow managed to be late enough to miss you picking a fight with another gang member.
the silence is deadly. 
“you’re… his friend, right?” cautiously, you’re the one to break it. “i figured he'd appreciate a pillow to enjoy his nap.”
so why was his cheek painted a raging red? god, that’s a nasty bruise.
kakucho blinks twice. then, he looks around, trying to discern any other lifeform in close vicinity. any possible culprit. anything to explain what the fuck is going on.
“are you alone?” the question is courtesy, he already knows the answer. 
“no.” maybe he didn’t know after all.
he narrows his eyes, and you rush to fix whatever mistake you made. “my boyfriend—and friends, so many friends, are waiting on me. they’ll know if i don’t show up.”
you’re nervous. kakucho steps closer, and you’re quick to jump on your feet. “you’re right, i should probably go—”
“did you do this?”
“do what?”
as if it wasn’t obvious, he waves his arm at his fallen friend. “this.”
it’s been a long night. you’re frustrated, terrified out of your goddamn mind, and you can’t help the panic tears that start to form.
“i’m so sorry!” you bow, trying to hold back from outright sobbing in front of the delinquent. “he—i was alone, and he came around and-and started talking to me and i just, i got scared!”
kakucho blinks, again. 
“i didn’t mean to hurt him, i’m sure he’s a great guy, i was just jumpy, and fuck i didn't mean to cause any trouble.”
tears run down your cheeks, mourning both your sweater as a breeze rolls by and your wasted last moments of youth. great, you’re making it awkward. 
sometimes instincts take over, and kakucho is unsure why he’s shrugging off his tenjiku coat. neither does he have an answer as to why he reached to drape it over your shoulders.
“c’mon, just breathe.”
you do. you take a deep, deep breath, and your problems start to lessen. not actually though, the other gang member is still very much on the ground. however, it's nice not feeling in immediate danger anymore.
kakucho settles down next to mochi, and pats the ground next to him. “sit.”
last thing he tasked you ended up helping, so you decide to listen once more. a respectable distance away from him, you sit.
he’s not sure where to start. there’s so many questions he needs the answer to.
(how did you take out mochi? how did you know the exact warehouse where the higher-ups were meeting tonight?)
but he keeps quiet. 
either way, any explanations coming from you would be interrupted by hiccuping, and he didn’t want to risk any more crying from you.
“am i in trouble?”
the answer should be obvious. kakucho knows you’re aware of the mess you’re in now. still, there must be something missing. “i can count with one hand the people who’ve been able to take mochi out.”
so that’s his name. your gaze lands on him, peacefully resting. it’s a nice name. 
“so i need you to be honest,” kakucho tries his best to speak gently. “did you do this?”
he takes in a sharp breath when you nod.
“...how?”
the strained chuckle that leaves your lips makes his heart skip a beat or two. “i just, y’know, hit him.”
“but, how?” the mere thought is baffling to him.
“i can show you if you want.” you bite back. it’s playful. now you can cross-out befriending a random delinquent from your bucket list.
“never thought i’d see kakucho flirting.” a new voice enters the array. “didn’t know he had it in him.”
white hair flows freely, unfazed by the unresponsive commander beside the two. his presence exudes commands without diction. explain, now.
kakucho’s posture stiffens, and he’s quick to get back on his feet. “i arrived and mochi was knocked out, seemingly by,” he pauses to look at you. “uh, what’s your name?”
you match his movements, standing up and completely ignoring his question. “i’m really sorry about that, i didn’t know he was—”
izana interrupts the meaningless spiel, “your name, what is it?"
shivers crawl up your spine. a phantom would be more merciful with the frighten. so you answer his question.
and just like that, poor mochi is forgotten. "i like your name, it's nice on the ears."
you know better than to grimace at the compliment (was it really?) "i should get going, i don't want to be in your hair any longer."
izana follows your every movement with violet eyes. not a word is uttered, just a plastered, quite unsettling smile on his face as acknowledgment. 
right, your idiot boyfriend. one quick glance at the no signal on your phone serves as a reminder you're stranded.
a jingle brings you back to reality. it's izana, tilting his head. "what's wrong?"
well, you're certain all trains back home stopped doing rounds about half an hour ago, and there’s no way you can catch a ride from either of these two.
(the guy with the scar would probably do it, he seems kind. the urge to squish his cheeks like a grandma would is intense.)
"actually," an awkward laugh makes up for the nerves rattling within. "i.. can't leave, not yet."
his patience is wearing thin, you presume. "is that so?"
from behind you, kakucho shifts. would they even go for a one on two? when you're the one wearing heels?
"i told kakucho—" you glance back to confirm you remembered his name correctly, biting back a smile when he looks surprised. "—i was waiting for my friends and boyfriend, specifically at this exact, dirty warehouse." 
izana doesn't look satisfied. 
"half of that was a lie, it's just my boyfriend i'm supposed to meet." this doesn't seem to be getting any better. 
he's thinking about something.
"i know i shouldn't have lied, but it's basic street smarts! can't blame me for that." 
he steps closer, seemingly having resolved whatever idea was brewing in his head.
you're close to going on another rant on street safety, or maybe going for another swing, but izana makes you stop dead in your tracks. "do you wanna be kakucho's girlfriend?"
smelly thugs was cutting it short, this guy was bizarre as fuck.
kakucho is grateful you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. tenjiku’s number two, overwhelmed with a barrage of embarrassment and murderous tendencies for his one and only king.
(was he that obvious? were his fleeting glances that easy to notice?)
izana on the other hand had only just begun his career as a salesman. “kakucho here is a great guy—the definition of a gentleman and a picture-perfect servant.” 
odd way of selling someone for a boyfriend. you’d have a few pointers and even additions to his pitch, except you literally have a boyfriend, and you’ve told him so.
you check for the hour. maybe you’ll consider his proposal if kakucho isn’t horrid with meeting on time. “go on.”
two heavenly kings have yet to show their faces, another is knocked out, and the last is close to digging himself an early grave.
“so you’ll date kakucho then?”
has he heard a single word you’ve spoken? “i have a boyfriend.”
“it’s a yes or no question, preferably yes or yes.”
it’s better if you ignore the vague implication of a threat behind his statement. “rain check?”
that seems to please him. “i’m izana,” he offers his hand for a handshake. “pleasure doing business with you.”
“cool.” you’re absolutely sure he’s missing a screw in his head, but it’s funny. 
“too late to join the roster?” to absolutely no one’s surprise, it’s a new voice joining this sick joke of a night. you’re amazed at the fact four men have managed to show up unannounced to your date, and none are the one you're actually going out with.
izana turns to meet the new addition, eyebrow raising at the fact it’s only half the duo. 
“he’s finding a spot to park, sent me to check on that one over there.” one hand points to you, the other toys with a dual-colored braid. 
he’s clad in a black uniform—just like rindou’s. everything's even more confusing now, hurray you!
kakucho, who’s more than grateful to leave the past conversation behind, begins to process the situation. “you know ran?”
“ran?” puzzle pieces are slowly coming together. “as in haitani? ran haitani?”
the man himself lets out a low whistle. “sorry man, only been here for at least half a minute and i’m already takin' the spotlight—nothing personal.”
that���s not how you meant it at all. “no-”
“kakucho gave her his jacket.” izana you are not helping. 
“that has nothing to do with this.” kakucho pleads to everything under the sun for his boss to just, shut up. just this once.
“ran, where’s ri-”
“see? already reeling back to me, i think i've got more game than you.” rindou was right, he’s a living headache. 
izana tugs at your blouse. “you already said yes on kakucho, no take backs.”
“that never happened.” kakucho, angel on earth, everyone.
something boils from within. "i have a boyfriend."
“you’re too pretty for him.” he blurts without an ounce of hesitation in his body. it’s amusing how ran said the same thing as rindou—they really are family. still, no. does he even know you're dating his brother? 
the situation is getting out of hand, your patience is being tested, and you just want to go home at this point. 
at this rate you’re sending ran home with half his braids in your fist, izana is getting his arm put in a cast if he utters another word, and kakucho is getting his jacket back and a pat on the head.
there are a few reasons you’re dating rindou haitani. among the perks lies the telepathic bond you two have—whatever you think, rindou is already doing. which is exactly why ran is suddenly getting his braid damn near ripped out by gloved hands.
“wanna say that again?” rindou holds the hair tightly in a fist, he’s fuming. “c'mon, don’t pussy out now.”
the three of you gawk at the scene. kakucho and you in shock, izana in awe. the man of the hour arrived, and everything took a turn for the worse.
the youngest haitani has always followed his older brother like a best friend and inspiration. it’s a relationship based on respect for the other and no one else. sure, they have disagreements, but rindou admires no one more than ran. 
the haitani brothers, joined at the hip by crime and blood, now tearing each other apart in the pettiest of ways.
ran, tallest, oldest, arguably strongest, hisses in pain by the harsh tugging. “why dontcha rip it out while y’re fucking at it? whatever got into you?”
izana pokes a finger into your side for the second time. “you know rindou?”
your eyes are glued on the brothers. ran keeps whining, rindou is professing his undying and very much ongoing love for you. “yeah, we’re dating.”
a pause. a long one at that. 
“...why?” he sounds puzzled.
rindou screams insults at ran and soon drags his hair-stylist through the mud too, for some reason. “what do you mean by that?”
izana blinks at you like the answer is obvious. “is he like, forcing you or something?”
“what?”
kakucho, who’s been silently witnessing the convo fights to stifle his laughter. it’s of no use, not when you’re throwing his jacket back at his face to shush him. it’s a strong throw, sending him backwards a step or two.
izana thinks you’re funny, too. “you are too pretty for him.”
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you are in love! ♥︎
synopsis : various best friend!characters realizing they like you a lil more when they should  [including bonten!sanzu, draken, senju, izana, aiura, saiki, satan, leon kennedy, and tamaki suoh.]
no pronouns used / gender neutral ; [name] used in place of y/n ; reader makes filipino food in izanas, im not from the philippines so pls don’t expect it to b accurate ; friends w benefits situation in satans ; reader dresses as sophie in tamakis but w pants and a shirt instead of a dress
song inspo ; you are in love by taylor swift 
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——♥︎——
SANZU ♥︎
“big, scary bonten man,” you mumble to yourself. sanzu peaks at you over his shoulder as he cleans his gun, eyes narrowing at your tone. “never mean around me though, hm?”
he pauses, head tilting and pink hair following with it. you scoot further up the bed, laying against his pillows as he thinks. “i’m nice to mikey.”
“…that’s your boss.”
sanzu makes a show of rolling his eyes as he clicks his gun back together, satisfied with its new shine. “do you want me to be mean to you or somethin’?”
“why not?” you speak with a grin. the edge of the bed lifts as he stands, putting all his weapons away. sanzu pauses at your words, scrunching his nose in confusion. “definitely don’t look so mean ‘nd scary.”
huffing, he settles back on the bed, still sitting on the edge but a little closer this time. “i kill people, [name]. that’s pretty scary.”
you shrug, sitting up. your feet knock against his knees at the movement. “c’mon, haru,” you tilt your head back so that your neck is fully accessible, “do your worst.”
the room stills and you’re afraid you’ve pushed too far — afraid he might actually take you up on the offer. but something soft is pressed to the left side of your neck within the next second, lifting and latching onto different spots.
you gulp, feeling his responding grin against the middle of your throat.
the right side is given attention now, multiple kisses being scattered randomly. sanzu lifts his lips once more and places them on the base of your neck, his tongue and teeth making an appearance—
“ow, fucker!” you pull away from his touch with a scowl, your hand covering the new bite mark you’ve been gifted with. haru is grinning widely, teeth flashing in the light — you’re surprised you don’t see blood hanging on them. “didn’t have to bite me, haru.”
he shrugs, “wasn’t even my worst.”
you eye him, slowly dropping your hand from your sore and pulsating neck. “i feel sorry for your one night stands, then.”
sanzu hums, his right hand sliding closer to your hip and his body following until you’re face to face. it makes your cheeks heat ; makes you focus on the movement of his lips as he grins. “they won’t matter much anymore, anyways. have someone new i’m seeing.”
“oh yeah?”
“yeah,” his lips brush against your neck once more. sanzu tugs at your waist, bringing you closer to him as his voice softens into a whisper and settles against your ear. “if you’ll have me.”
DRAKEN ♥︎
a towel is handed to you, followed by a hoodie you know isn’t yours. draken’s cheeks flush, “in case you get cold.”
with an awkward wave, he leaves you alone. the shower you take is needed, warming you up and calming you down at the same time. no matter how long you’d known him, it was still the first time you’d be with draken all night.
the rainstorm appeared suddenly and disappeared as abruptly. it’d drenched you just as you and draken left the cafe you met at. his place was closer, he’d said, and he asked so quietly for you not to say anything. 
it was weird until you got to his place — a brothel.
“alright in there, cutie?” you’d just stepped out of the shower when the voice followed you through the walls. “ken asked me to check on you.”
they were sweet, the women that surrounded draken. they made sure you weren’t hungry ; didn’t need any refreshments or anything as they led you to draken’s room. “have a nice night!” they leave with a giggle.
draken eyes the smile you’re wearing as you tug his hoodie comfortably around your neck. “somethin’ happen?”
“they’re nice,” is all you say in response. his cheeks heat up once more as he turns away from you, body stiffening. “are you ready for bed?”
“oh—“ he clears his throat and shuffles where he stands. “you can take the bed. i’ll have the floor.”
you shake your head, pulling the blanket back and patting the bed. “i don’t mind sharing. right or left side?”
that’s how you end up face to face with draken, staring absently into the dark as your combined body heat warms the comforter. you can feel and hear him let out a sigh, “you okay? all comfy?”
“yeah,” your voice is embarrassingly breathy. he lets out another huff before an arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “oh— that’’s better, actually.”
draken lets out a laugh, “m’glad. goodnight, [name].” 
SENJU ♥︎
“on the count of three!” senju jumps out of the dressing room adjacent to yours. she pauses, wobbling where she stands before straightening up. her head tilts, “it’s... something, alright!”
you pause, “you hate it.”
“...a little.” senju struts off, grabbing two of everything that catches her eye. she looks over the cloth she’s picked out, nodding in approval. “here,” she stuffs the fabric into your arms, “try this instead.”
you take a bit to figure out what she’d even brought to you — figuring which was the top and which the bottom — struggling to squeeze yourself in. once situated and comfortable, you gaze into the mirror.
it’s cute, watch senju told you to wear. the color is nice and balances your skin out, brightening it and making it glow. the bottoms fit your legs nicely, shaping and enlongating them. you hum in satisfaction, peeking out of the dressing room to see if senju’s done.
“[name]! let me see your outfit!” senju spots you right away. she gestures for you to join her enthusiastically. you open the door fully, scooting out until you’re face to face with her.
you hold out your arms nonchalantly, “ta-da.”
her eyes widen, mouth falling open ever so slightly. snapping it closed, she gulps, looking away before her cheeks turned color. you tilt your head, “senju?”
“yeah,” her voice cracks. the outfit she’s wearing is the same as yours — a matching moment, she went with. senju giggles nervously, “yeah. you look... pretty.”
prettier than she’d ever tell you.
IZANA ♥︎
the smell of lumpia and fried chicken coats the room around you. ran had just rinsed the rice, moving to mix together the rice noodles and shrimp for the palabok. kakucho is to his left, slicing boiled eggs so they could go on top.
you let out a sigh, nodding your head at the impressive menu you’d whiped together. filipino food was a little out of your comfort zone, an unkown taste to you. however, today was an important day — a special one. the oven dings, indicating the cake you’d made was finished. 
fresh out of the oven, the simplistic chocolate cake looks and smells delicious. you slap your hands together, “jus’ needs to cool down and we’re ready to go!”
the front door opens suddenly, rindou’s voice calling out a warning as he enters. shion is right behind him, pink-faced and sheepish as izana steps in, hands crossed over his chest. he raises and eyebrow, “what’s this?” 
“uh—“ kakucho adjusts the apron he’s wearing. it matches the one you’re wearing — ran refused one. he looks around, “surprise?”
“rindou! you were supposed to keep him busy!”
the blond shrugs, “he got bored.”
you sigh, closing your eyes as the food you’ve made is thoroughly examined. izana meets your gaze and raises his eyebrow in question once again. “it was supposed to be a birthday surprise.”
“...it’s filipino food.”
“yeah,” you wring your hands nervously. “you haven’t had it in a while, so i thought i’d try making it.”
izana looks over the food again, stealing a bite here and there as he goes. his eyes close ; his chest expanding with the comfort the familiar dishes bring. when his eyes open, they’re brighter ; more tender than what you’re used to seeing. 
your left hand is raised, a kiss being placed on your knuckles as izana pulls you close. “thank you, [name]. this means a lot.”
you grin, “happy birthday, z.”
AIURA ♥︎
in the morning, right after she does her makeup and before her uniform is on, aiura looks to her crystal ball for guidance. just a way to know things will be okay ; the day won’t be weird.
through the crystalline sphere, she sees her hand clasped in someone else’s. giddy, aiura believes this means she’s found her chosen one. the one made for her ; the one who will love her endlessly.
“—has to be the one!” she’s ranting to an unlistening saiki, rambling about her peek into the future. kaidou slips from leaning against her desk at her words. aiura sighs happily, “i can’t wait to meet them.”
a faceless classmate interupts the moment. “some idiots are fighting outside.”
you go to look — aiura can’t even remember when you came into the room. you rub your eyes tiredly before they widen dramatically. “that’s our idiot! aren’s out there!”
people flood outside, pouring out to help their beaten and bruised classmate. aiura is frozen in her seat — how did she not see this? how did a fight just miraculously break out?
a touch breaks her out of her thoughts. you’re holding her hand — frowning and ranting as you lead her outside. aiura’s face heats — you’re her chosen one? her one and only happiness? 
she gulps as she looks up to your face. this changes things. 
SAIKI ♥︎
the day starts normally. kaidou tells saiki he’d spent the night fighting agianst the dark reunion — he was studying all night. kuboyasu fought the urge to threaten an older boy in the school — just barely. nendou had already asked to eat ramen — they’d just gotten to school. 
saiki let out a sigh, eyes staring at the board in front of him. aiura had bought a new perfume that was clouding his nose, his thoughts — everything. she leans her head to the right so that she could meet his gaze. “what do you think, saiki?”
she’s met with silence. the chair behind him creaks as you sit down, a small laugh being let out as you do. aiura pouts your way, “[name], saiki’s ignoring me!”
you tap saiki’s shoulder lightly, just a brush of a touch, before turning to the blond. “don’t take it personal, aiura. you can just ask me what you want.”
“an angel,” she beams at you. aiura turns to face you fully, scrunching her nose at saiki as she goes. “i got some new perfume and nail polish recently,” she flashes her fingers at you. “cute, right?” 
you lean in closer, chin barely brushing against saiki’s shoulder as you go. you let out a small oooh! at the sigh of her glitzed up nails. “super cute, actually!”
she squints, leaning in a little closer as she does. “you’re wearing a new eyeshadow, aren’t you?”
“i am!” you close your eyes completely, relaxing your face so she can see the color. “like it?”
“looks... familiar for some reason.”
saiki peers at you sneakily from over his shoulder, only looking at you from the corner of his eye. he whips his head around before anyone can see. it is familiar — it’s his exact eye color. it takes everything in saiki to not light up in flames at the thought.
SATAN ♥︎
you had been an acquaintance of satan for months now. he’d come to you when he felt upset ; when the only feeling he could name was rage. when the world was burning and erupting inside of him, boiling and spilling out of his seams. he often took his anger out on you — with your consent, of course. he’s bruise you, scratch you and leave his mark lingering in any way he could.
today, though… today was the opposite. there was an emptiness inside of him ; a devoid and barren system that left him feeling nothing.
satan came to you, straggling and stone-faced as he locked his fingers into yours. you’d gotten close during your times together ; he knew every sigh you made and every face you held. you did the same to him ; made him feel comfort and freedom in ways he couldn’t around his brothers. that’s why he usually came to you when any feeling hit — you didn’t feel suffocating the way the house of lamentation always did.
“you okay?” you’re on his lap somehow, thighs sandwiching his own as his fingers dig into your hips. you brush his hair out of his eyes, “satan?”
he lets out a hum. you jostle slightly, hips meeting his torso — satan let’s out a small groan and let’s his forehead fall to your shoulder. “need me to help you relax?”
it starts off slow, your kissing. the usual upkeep is messy ; tangled and rushed as your clothes are ripped away and your bodies pressed tightly. this time, satan is careful to turn your head the way he wants it to, his hands on your cheekbones and guiding your head left and right.
you’ve just unbuttoned his shirt when you feel it. tears, dripping down your own cheeks. you pause, pulling away and letting your hands lift from his shoulders and settle on his cheeks. you tilt your head, “satan?”
his fingertips welted into your back, molding themselves onto either side of your spine like a pair of faded wings. satan breathes in, his chest stuttering with the feeling. he sniffs, nose and eyebrows curving in confusion as he pulls further away from you. “what’s going on?”
“you’re crying.” you wipe underneath his eyes gently, frown on your kissed, puffy lips. “why are you crying? what’s wrong?”
“i… i’m not sure,” his lower lip trembles. satan falls deeper into your hold, his arms looping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “feeling too much.”
his fingers dip underneath your shirt, and pull it up until you’re bare and exposed. satan smiles tenderly and you grin back, your own hands crawling up his exposed chest. “sure you’re okay?”
“good with you,” it’s murmured against your neck. satan sniffs again before nipping at your throat, opened mouth kisses trailing down to your sternum. “always good with you.”
LEON S. KENNEDY ♥︎
the bar you’ve found yourself at is starting to get boring. you leave after waving eagerly to your friends, shuffling on the sidewalk as you awkwardly pull your phone from its safe spot. a text from leon catches your eye — a mere thumbs up to the long paragraphs you’d sent his way. you scowl only to realize you’re closer to his apartment than you thought.
he wasn’t asleep — he never slept well — but he wasn’t fully awake either. hearing a tap on his door was strange, but leon let it be, assuming his neighbors had hit the wall on their way in.
until a long, drawn out whine of his name flew through the room.
swaying in his doorway was you ; eyes half-lided and your shirt falling down your shoulder. you grin his way, “hi, lee!”
“[name]. why’re you here?” he sounds gruff ; annoyed with the way you seem to always show up at his door. you know he isn’t, though, used to the tone his voice holds. leon holds his door open as you stagger inside, “been drinkin’ again?”
“mm,” you flop onto his couch, “birthday party. got bored. remembered you jus’ came home.”
leon quietly places your shoes by the door and grabs a blanket while you yawn. “missed me then?”
you let out another hum, pulling the blanket he’d given you further up your shoulders. slowly, your eyes peel open and you smile at him softly. “always miss you when you’re gone, lee. like when you’re home.”
home wasn’t something leon remembers. he moved around a lot now, going from city to city for his government affiliated job. home meant the presence of care ; of warmth. leon’s bare, empty apartment held nothing like that. crystal eyes fell to you when you let out a small hiccup, sagging to the right until your head fell on his shoulder.
“m’home for now, [name].”
TAMAKI ♥︎
haruhi adjusts the hat you’re wearing, making sure the blue blouse you’re wearing is tucked in properly. you shuffle in your spot nervously, fingers picking at your cuticles as she nods to herself. her eyes meet yours, “you’ll do fine, [name].”
“says you,” you frown. you stretch the neck of your blouse and clear your throat. “you guys are used to this stuff.”
haruhi swats your hands away, grabbing them in her own. “you will do fine. c’mon, it’s time to start.”
“welcome!”
tamaki doesn’t have time to speak to you ; doesn’t have time to admire the outfit you’re wearing before they’re greeting guests. his eyes stray to you again and again, his attention on you and not the guests who surround him. you go to every table, dropping off sweet treats and teacups as you go.
“—lly cute.” a girl is saying to him. tamaki blinks back into reality as his shoulder is touched. “right, tamaki?”
“could you repeat that, princess?”
her cheeks flare a bright pink as she straightens up in her seat. “i said you and [name] match. howl and sophie, right? it’s really cute.”
tamaki’s eyes find you again as you drop slices of cake off at the twins’ table. they giggle with you, tugging on your hat playfully before you leave. “we do match, don’t we?”
orchid eyes stay focused on you for the rest of the day. even after the club’s activities are over, and you’re helping clean up — he still stares. you finally look back, placing your hat on a table as you go. “yes, tamaki? you’ve been staring.”
“we’re sophie and howl,” his voice is light, faraway as he speaks. “did you notice?”
“only after i saw you.” you smile gently, watching kyoya tally up any and every cost. “a nice surprise for us both, i suppose.”
tamaki stares at your reflection in the window in front of him, eyeing the way you portray your chosen characters. his cheeks barely heat, but he still feels like it’s obvious to everyone. haruhi meets his flustered gaze and grins.
——♥︎—— i know nothing abt cooking n even less abt filipino food so i hope izanas was okay </3 hope they were all okay tbh
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