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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (✪㉨✪) beasts of burden.

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

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

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

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

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

The other threaded affectionately in Shinichiro’s hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So perfect. All his.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's unlike him regardless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lick it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re crying.

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

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

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

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

Cream pants, cotton candy blue vest, polite smile -

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

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

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

That…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hybrids; the best companionship money can buy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wheeze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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y-umiko · 2 years

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TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU NOTICE THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT THEM

CHARACTER(S): Rin . Izana . Baji

WARNING/S: >

Rindo Haitani

As the younger Haitani, Rin was not always in the spotlight, not as much as his brother anyway. therefore, it didn't surprise him when people don't pay much attention to him.

It was just a random day when he decided to change his usual circular glasses into a different color and replace his previous silver earing after losing them. It was a subtle change and he was not having his hopes up that someone would notice, but still, it would have been nice to know that someone was paying attention, even if it was just his brother.

but the older Haitani have no clue about it, what's even more of a bummer was the fact that he bump into you earlier, made small talk and even you seem not to notice, and there goes his hope crashing down.

"what got you all grumpy so early in the morning?" Ran smirks, after noticing his brother's gloomier aura. which the younger Haitani only groaned in response, he knew telling his brother about his 'childish' reason would only constitute teasing.

Ran was about to say something when you came running towards them, only stopping when you were right in front of Rin who looks a little surprised seeing you, after all, you just bid him goodbye not so long ago.

you catch your breath before smiling brightly at him "I forgot to say earlier, I love the new glasses and earrings"

his eyes widen a fraction, "wha-"

"you look great! see yah!" you disappeared as quickly as you appeared, but your words left lingering feelings in Rin. did you run back just to say that to him? were you paying that much attention to him just like he does?

Rin felt his face get hotter as he covers half of his face with his hand, in an attempt to cover his reddening face and the quirk up of the corners of his mouth. the moment however was ruined as he felt a hand around his shoulder coming from the older Haitani.

"oh ho, ~ is that why you're so down? you thought your older didn't notice your new style?"

"get lost!"

Maybe someone does keep notice of him. someone's opinion he only cared about.

Izana Kurokawa

It bewildered Izana a little when he came back to the hideout with a new hairstyle, his straight short bleach-blond hair was now curled into wavy hair, yet no one seems to comment about it or rather notice it.

he didn't know if it was because everyone keeps their eyes focused on the floor when talking to him or if they just don't care enough to take down every detail about him.

more bewildering for Izana was the fact that even Kakucho, his most trusted friend who was always with him didn't notice the subtle change, was his change so dull that no one notice it.

Izana was a confident leader, but even something like this can plummets anyone's confidence. he did spend hours curling his hair, he wasn't looking for attention but this just proves that no one around him was paying enough attention to him.

his gloomy day, however, changed when you visited the hideout, bringing color and positivity to the dull place. your eyes quickly looking all over to find him, a sparkle on your eyes when it landed on him.

"I like your new hairstyle" you commented, quickly having Kakucho and those within earshot whip their direction towards you two. "It suits you very much"

the slightest smile appears on his lips as he unconsciously took a strand of his wavy hair between his fingers. feeling satisfied for some reason.

"Now that y/n said it, you do look different" Kakacho commented, Izana's smile quickly dropping down at the comment as his usual cold face immediately resurface.

"shut up"

But the most bewildering of it all was how a single compliment from you have him feeling confident and happy for the following weeks

Keisuke Baji

When people meet Baji the first thing that came to their mind is that he's a hothead, which is true. he always resorts to violence before anything else to the point that people label him as a tough guy.

but even for a tough guy, he has things he doesn't like, things he never says to anyone, or secrets to keep his tough-guy image as a delinquent.It was the usual day, the gang hanging out in their favorite family restaurant which equals a ruckus.

while everyone was engaged in a conversation, with you commenting from time to time, Draken kept notice of you picking vegetables from Baji's plate from time to time.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked while you were midway jabbing a vegetable from Baji's plate. everyone around the table, including the Toman's captains, stops their conversation to stare at you with a vegetable jab in a fork in hand.

Baji especially now noticing that all you were eating were vegetables, he did notice you taking food from his plate, he didn't mind it one bit, thinking you just wanted to taste his, but now that Draken mentioned it, he was curious himself.

"huh? oh, this? Keisuke doesn't like simmered vegetables so I'm eating it?" you carefully replied, a little conscious with all the eyes now on you and the forked vegetable "he's not gonna eat them anyway…"

"…unless you actually wanted it?" you asked, slightly turning to the side to face Baji, jerking the forked vegetable towards him.

Baji stared at the simmered vegetable you were offering, he hated it, like he hated all simmered food much less a simmered vegetable, which he told no one about. yet here you were, paying attention to things that make him uncomfotable, things he don't like. no one has been considerate of him before that he can't help but hug you back, earning a loud cheer from everyone.

"Thanks y/n!"

"eh? - baji too tight!"

"Baji's hugging Y/n!" Mikey shouted while Chifuyu took out his phone to capture the moment.

sometimes noticing the smallest detail of someone can make a huge difference.

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unfinshedsentec · 2 years

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS W/ RINDOU

a/n: it’s rindous birthday! Happy birthday to him! Tbh, it’s kinda late and I’m tired sooo…it’s short

But still happy birthday to him!

reader is gender neutral

character pairing: rindou haitani x reader

tw: cursing

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated <33

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lavenderslemonade · 2 years

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How They Lost Their Virginities

Warnings: NSFW

Reader: Female

Characters: Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Rindou

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

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

Chifuyu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mitsuya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, how off she was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rindou

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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oddshroom · 2 years

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Hypothermia | Rindou H.

Saying it was cold is putting it mildly. It was freezing in the structure and it was far more detestable since they were inside with no power. They hadn't even been there that long however it seemed like days had passed at this point, all their garments were frozen and drenched with water, which simply made things colder. Their hands shook wildly following with their legs. In spite of not having the option to feel anything, the consistent shaking made it hard to walk or continue remaining without falling over all alone.

Having no clue concerning what Sanzu might have conceivably finished to coincidentally stall you out inside the cooler room. You never expected to go out in the most potential humiliating manner, a mishap that included being stuck. ‘Why am I in Bonten again?’, you thought feeling your body heat become distant memory, you could hear the hollering from the opposite side to figure out how to get you out of this hell hole opening.

You could feel the frostbite carving up to your skin gradually, seemingly an unfathomable length of time the entryway had at long last opened, having no energy passed on to look into, your vision hazed exclusively to listen to a weak call. 'y/n', the hand folding over you felt numb, your breaths diminished to barely anything. The main thing you can recall are weak looks before at long last having reached your get away ride to the head quarters. Your nerves were desensitized to any kind of intensity, just inclination it faintly did scarcely anything to help you.

The ringing in your ears were making your head hurt, 'shut up', you needed to tell them, however felt to frail to get a word out. 'Give them body heat you dumbass', a long white haired male hollered, 'Better believe that out of us all you have the most body heat normally', peering down at your figure seeing as your scarcely clinging to a string for endurance, 'Rindou, they need your body heat', the older Haitani said glancing at the younger Haitani who peered down at you before removing his overcoat and putting it on you as he kept on removing his white fastened dress shirt.

Moving your body to be on top of him, he folded his arms over your shuddering body. Feeling a chill run down his spine from the contact with your body, how long had you been stuck there before they at last arrived on opportunity to get you out? Holding the coat secure around you as he moved his hand to the rear of your neck, changing your head to be set under his jaw. Your vision had finally began returning as well as your feeling of touch, letting out a shake breath on sense you fold your arms over the body that was right now standing firm on you in foothold giving you body heat.

Attempting to incline in more than you could, feeling that your body was longing for the body heat that was being given. You move around in an attempt to get more, just for a rough hand trying to keep you set up. 'Quit moving around, we're almost at the base', seeing as the heaviness in your mind had sub-sided your thought was now focused on to the voice, perceiving that it has a place with one of the Haitani siblings, much to your dismay it was the younger one at that.

Rindou and Y/n never expected that they both would be here in this position, particularly when the two of them commonly can't stand each others guts.

➣ 🄼🄰🄸🄽 🄼🄰🅃🄴🅁🄸🄰🄻🄸🅂🅃

➣ ȶօӄʏօ ʀɛʋɛռɢɛʀֆ -M. List

➣ 🄿🅁🄾🄼🄿🅃🅂

➣ 🅁🅄🄻🄴🅂

A/N: y/n is gender neutral

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tomansluts · 2 years

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

Character: Rin Haitani (x fem!Reader)

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

Word Count: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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eetherealgoddess · 2 months

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TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ

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

Characters are 18+

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

Not fully proofread

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

Notice:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wingo5 · 8 months

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

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

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

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cu7ie · 11 months

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boredom.

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و investigating a noise in an alley late at night turns into so much more. haitani ran x reader x haitani rindou. word count: 5.4k

cw; dubious consent, brief depictions of fighting and violence. spit-roasting. minor stalking (?) + intimidation, fear.

The day passes, and your boss informs you that 'your workplace attitude is contributing to a loss in morale'. Or in other words,

your coworkers have been complaining about you.

probably the customers too.

Sometimes they say things to your face, (sometimes, because most times their comments can't pierce the veil of existential dread, stagnation. Thoughts buzz around fly-like, about how there's nothing here,

nothing for you) stupid shit, because the seniors always have something to say…

("Look excited for once, rookie. People want to see pretty smiles, you look so ugly frowning.

"At least pretend you want to be here."

one of your supervisors. So far up your ass she's coming out of your mouth.

and you love old people, but she is the rickety-ist old bitch you've ever had the displeasure of knowing.

"You can get more tips if you do a little … 'extra'. You're cute, so it should be easy for you."

Random customer you don't remember asking for an opinion, you just wanted to see if they wanted refills on wine,)

You're getting tired and people are starting to notice. You don't argue, because they're right. You're not happy, and that bothers them so much, for reasons that probably don't have much to actually do with you. They care, but not really, so when you're sent home with the day's wages, the boss tells you in a not-so-nice way to clean up your act.

Don't be so sad. (Or rather, make sure they don't know about it.)

You collect your things and opt for the long walk home. Shibuya's streets are empty (ish) and peaceful about this time of night.

The wind whistles.

It threads between the leaves of trees that hadn't yet died, providing you some company,

The noise. And maybe you're paranoid, unused to walking without headphones (you dumped the contents of your bag to check, you either lost them or left them at home), unused to seeing

the empty streets when there's usually a dozen hawkers flagging down passerby to sample wares. Because you're starting to hear something.

(First, you think it's your mind that makes the wind sound like whispers, moving smoothly along the shell of your ear. Some imagined ramblings. But that's not it at all.

There's actually someone here. Or people. Nearby.)

For once, you're certain you're not crazy. You're definitely hearing something. You don't want to look behind you, but you do just to avoid any creeps who might be lurking. The sound of chatter grows the slightest bit more intense, and —

KLANG!

A brilliant crash (definitely not behind you) that sounds like metal bashing into something just as tough, the residual sound causing your ears to ring. It , unlike many things recently, intrigued you.

You've never possessed an interest in gangs. Never have been.

(This whole situation reeks of them, though. You either don't think or you don't care—)

Not interested in their whereabouts, potential people of interest, they don't make you curious (or maybe it's a privilege to not be curious),

What happens to them never really concerns you.

So why now, are you stepping in front of this alleyway? Why did you choose that this time, on a frigid night walk home, you'll be interested. You'll be concerned with the sounds of commotion in the alley.

… This feels like boredom. It feels like exhaustion has pushed you to your limit. You crave dissent. Novelty, actually being a part of something. Maybe you need it so desperately that in this moment,

You reach out to touch the darkness. A gaping maw of shadow. Light does not enter and it does not escape. This place looks a bit like

Those kinds of places, where you could go missing. Get lost. In some kind of adventure, and that ambition clamps down on that drowning anxiety, making you feel quite bold. Nobody will know you came here. (Nobody will know that, in spite of the pit in your stomach, in spite of the fear, in spite of the sweat in your palm, the tremble in your knees,

you stepped forward.) The shadow swallows you up to your ankle, then your body is engulfed in the darkness.

You've never disappeared before. You think it'll be okay (hopefully), that it might fulfill something within you that's been desperately missing; maybe it'll be better than

being safe,

than being

comfortable.

Just a quick peek. You'll only be gone for a second.

(you think the voices get louder and you shift, narrowly avoiding a shallow bacteria laden puddle, using the wall to quickly navigate while placing emphasis on not being seen by anyone if they happened to run past. You don't hear movement, but the talking gets louder as you get closer, and closer, and closer, and …)

(The talking has become more like shouting, and the silence from before has been replaced by the sound of a fierce impact, cracking, crashing, more yelling. Everything is loud now, the moon and street light cascading down on the scene but not revealing your position, flattened against the alley wall.)

"Rinnie.." A tall fellow sighs, his shoulders sagging forward with effort, and ‘Rinnie’ a good ways away from him looking crazy with some sort of excitement. The tall one, dead amused eyes and two braids pigtails framing his face, dark roots growing towards blond tips.

The little one is the kind of bleach - platinum - blonde, maybe a shade or two less yellow. He shares a similar look to the man standing adjacent to him, but his hair is frizzy and wild, sticking to his forehead. The tall one looks scuffed up and his eyes look tired, betraying the hint of a lip curl, a smile, maybe?

What exactly did you stumble onto? You lean in closer to catch the words that fall from their mouths, careful not to step onto the bottles and cans discarded on the ground.

"Rin rin, you might kill him before we can learn anything useful." ‘Rin’, is the belligerent one, his fist dully thudding and knocking across the face of an unknown man sprawled out on the floor, who doesn’t appear to be moving. The man must already be unconscious, or worse- dead - the flurry of blows not affecting him in any way you can discern from here.

"Ahaha! But Ran, this is really fun!"

Thwack! Rin’s right knuckle catches on the man’s cheek, his other fist flying with assuredness and dead-on accuracy towards his stomach.

It is only then that the body groans, and his struggling renewed somewhat. Rin’s arm pulls back with poisonous intent, all the muscles in his fist perfectly poised to,

Hurt and maim.

Ran hooks Rin’s arm in his wrist and drags him off of their victim, who lies cowering before them, too weak to flee or do much but shake like a leaf.

"Okay. Okaaaaay. Now you're making it no fun." Ran drags Rin to his feet; doesn't respond with anything other than a snort and a shove. Rin only barely avoids flying into some refuse, his distress blowing his pupils as big as saucers, easing into relief as he stumbles and catches his balance. They look like a fever dream in the streetlights, an anomaly that should have remained hidden from you and walking down this alley has never felt like a utterly terrible idea until now - They drag the man to the side of the building and prop him up. They smile at one another, as though there’s a joke lingering in the air that nobody’s let you in on.

It makes you shiver.

Just as cold shakes start to wrack your body, your teeth chitter for a fraction of a second; just a bit too loudly. Their heads begin to turn. Directly facing away from the light, their expressions are encased in darkness,

And while you thought they may be drunk or delirious, or both, the mood shifts neigh instantly, and you frantically clasp your hand over your mouth and stop breathing. They are looking dead at you. You don’t know if their pause is because they don’t exactly see you but instead, shadow, but your arms tense up and feel like coiled springs attached to your shoulders; legs trembling trying to maintain balance and not fall and make a sound.

You don’t move.

Your eyes burn because you don’t blink and you’re sweating, lying in anxious wait. They don’t close in at once, because when Rin says “Ran,” that dastardly tree of a man lumbers towards the mouth of the alley and,

He, who is not fooled by the darkness,

Dragging you out flailing, on your back and dragging your nice leather jacket across gunky, disgusting pavement -

You gasp as the tall one forces you to your feet, shoving your back into a wall and evacuating the air from your lungs. You immediately launch into a frantic explanation, your lip blubbering and your body shaking and your eyes wandering to that man up against the wall - who takes advantage of their utter fascination with you, and tries to crawl off.

Rin kicks him in the ribs and sends him sprawling. Back to you, being held up by your neck, lightly enough that he’s not choking you, and you can breathe and speak freely. Their eyes narrow at you, the baton slung on the tall one’s hip looking none too friendly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “Shut up.” Considering your franticness he sounds quite playful, although the growing pressure behind his grip is not friendly in the slightest. He squeezes your throat and Rin is the one who laughs then, slithering up to your side and giving you a long, long look up and down. “You’ve interrupted some important business here,” He says, gesturing to the battered man with his open hand, “But you think yourself more important, huh? Quite a pesky little shit aren't ya?" Ran finishes the statement, and the look you fix him with is frantic, wild eyed. “But that’s okay. Clearly you have something important to share." Rin smiles coolly. His demeanor unsettles you, (feels like his eyes pierce you, makes your heart pound out of your chest, your fingers tremble,) your mind is screaming to go far away. “So tell us,” The tall one hisses through an artificial smile, coldly amused, voice rough on the ears, “Who are you, and what’s in it for us if we let you go?” Rin slides a finger down the side of your waist, making you shiver. “I .. uh..” “Uh? Uhm? That doesn’t sound like any name I've ever heard of.” They laugh at you, and something about their ridicule triggers something in you… tired of being harangued and hung out to dry, mounting tension threatening to collapse you. Your legs buckle. You feel yourself begin to cry.

"Aww. Don't cry… we were just playing with you." Ran leans uncomfortably close, wet sheen on your cheeks glimmering in dim light. Rin sees his brother lick a slow stripe up your cheek, doesn't say anything. You whimper, petrified.

Ran's eyes bore into yours. "Who are you?"

You tell them your name. "I … I wait tables! I was just trying to get home from work I - I - I-"

"Through back alleys? It's like you're asking to get hurt." The one named Rin mutters, and Ran, who seems wise to your lies, presses you.

"You weren't getting home anytime soon, hunched over in that alleyway. You were watching us." He moves from in front of you and grasps the back of your skull, forcing you to stare at the battered man a few feet away. "Do you know him?"

You shake your head frantically.

"Then why the fuck are you here?"

"I just - I heard something. I heard something and I thought, I thought .." You struggle to find the words to describe your thought process. Rin helps you out.

"You must've thought: 'Oh, those guys must be having so much fun! I want to play too!'. " The blonde mocks the lilt of your voice. The one with the pigtails barks out laughter, pulls your head back until your neck bends, staring you in your eyes. "Our … friend over there is all played out. But,"

"You're not. Playing with you for a bit sounds fun. Oh, Rin?"

"We should walk our new friend home. Seems like the polite thing to do, yes? Wouldn't want them to get hurt. There's dangerous people lurking at this hour." His smile is particularly wicked, your anxiety mounting.

"Sure thing, Ran."

….

They call someone else to take care of the man, ( you can't tell if he's still alive - they usher you out of that liminal space expeditiously,) terribly eager to dip into something else that night. You tell them your address at their goading, the two men leading you through alley's and backroads you never even knew about. As you exit the dark, the moon can be seen from where you've emerged from in-between buildings, faces of the men surrounding you lighting up at once.

It's hard to describe the emotion you feel upon meeting eyes with such striking faces. Distinctly similar, uniqueness to be found in both, (Ran looks nonchalant, at ease in his movement. Rin remains stern and orderly above all, offsetting his brother’s lack of care,)

When you talk to them, they don't divulge anything personal, not even their names, (they know you know them already) but you notice they seem more interested in you than you'd expect them to be, taking turns asking questions, fixing one another with this look whenever you answer a question a certain way. It’s nice to have people listen to you - or at least do a good job pretending. They don’t seem … as threatening as they did in the alley.

Rin is more cordial and polite, and talks to you more emphatically than Ran does. He seems unbothered by your chatter, but is less active of a participant.

From what they observe, you seem to be a particular person. Even though you are scared (your fear, it makes you look so beautiful, vulnerable), you aren't boring. You're not trying to impress them, but they find themselves intrigued regardless.

They fish for information.

You are an open book.

They learn more about where you work and the assholes that run the joint. They learn about your small family. They learn about how you don't have many friends. You mention you used to have a roommate, although -

"She moved away, maybe a couple months back." You talk without fear now, acclimated to their presence for the time being, for your sanity's sake.

"Oh? How sad." Rindou says, and a part of you feels like he's mocking you.

Ran makes the mental note that you live alone. They've begun walking closer to you, occasionally bumping into you on purpose because they know you won't complain or argue about it. Ran's hand slips into your back pocket while you're talking to Rindou, and the expression of shock, then embarrassment as you feel him squeeze—

"You were saying?" Rin glances at you.

"Yeah, sorry - uh… " Your face burns (you know Rin knows what’s happening, you see the way his eyes narrow, you see his lip twitch) and you don't know how to recover so you don't say anything. It's a safe option; he doesn't badger you.

For a few minutes, your moonlit walk is dead quiet. Rin doesn't touch you, but Ran has hooked his arm around your waist and is poking his fingers into the top of your jeans. You don't do anything to stop him.

His fingers are fast and he is not courteous he is not polite,

when the palm of his hand zips down and two fingers stroke your clit you gasp. Ran tugs on your waist and your hip bumps his a little as he slowly runs his finger over that sensitive piece of flesh. You feel like your skin burns where his finger meets your clit, and you can't suppress your whine as he pushes on it,

(It's like your body jumped out of your skin and he was striking a nerve, raw. You're on fire you're on fire you're on fire)

And Rin only looks straight ahead, his mouth opening like he wants to say something -

But your building is coming into view.

You gesture to your side of the complex (Ran takes his hand out of your pants, for now) and they walk you inside the building, patiently wait for the elevator with you,

And you are suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of your emotion; which upon retrospection, felt like your brain had gone numb. Your stunningly composed self becomes a trainwreck in the four elevator stops (and short walk) it takes to get to your apartment. You feel dizzy with how hot your body has gotten and how tight and uncomfortable even your skin feels,

And you're mewling and whining,

"Th-thanks for walking me home," many flustered thanks, appreciative hugs, trying to wave them away from the door, but they get inside before you do (when Rin whispers ´Let me help you’, your skin gets goosebumps and you toss him the key), and act as if for a moment they were the kind of people that you'd want in your house.

Rin is commenting on your art, 'critiquing' (shaming) your arrangements and decor, touching nothing, taking up no space,

While Ran is on everything, everywhere, all at once. He's opening your fridge and taking out the drink you were trying to save for later, flipping through the tabs you left on your computer and,

Maybe they could be friends, with the way they both get so comfortable. But eventually their eyes start drifting over,

to you. Sat on your couch, house burning down around you, you've gone too far, too deep, and they are not going to let you go. (it's not like that was the plan, anyway).

…

Ran mentioned something about playing earlier, didn't he? You hadn't a mind to negotiate a 'fair exchange' for them walking you home on such a dark night. Maybe you hoped they'd just forget about it.

(They don't. You know because before they make you show them where the bedroom is, Ran pokes his fingers through the belt loops on your jeans and tells you how much of a courtesy he brought you back, he could have fucked you and left you in the alley.

"But I didn't." Ran smiles, and you can only imagine what Rin's face looks like. Though, you can feel him on your back, grinding his erection into you.

"Just relax." Rin leans to your ear, lips close enough to kiss the shell of it. "We'll play nice, won't we Ran?"

The aforementioned laughs once, reaching for your belt buckle. "Speak for yourself." )

Your bedroom isn’t terribly small but your massive mattress takes up most of the space. Ran doesn’t care about kicking around your things to get to the bed easier, dipping down and baring his teeth to your neck, nibbling. Rindou does not knock over a thing (he picks up a figurine that you hadn’t noticed had turned over, flicks on your lamp, mutters something) walking between your door and hurrying himself along to the bed alongside Ran.

At that point, you’ve already been undressed from the waist down, your clothing discarded on your living room couch. You’ve been pushed back first onto your bed, Ran is on top kissing you with the feverishness of a school boy, his tongue slipping into your mouth (which surprised you, your pussy throbbed a little) and his hand slipping down towards your cunt.

You make a mewling sound as he rubs circles on your clit, and Rin groans loud enough for you to remember he’s still here, “Jackass, you’ve been hogging them the whole night. You said-” Ran pulls back molasses-slow, fixing Rindou with a look you can’t read. “I know what I said. You don’t have to get so emotional over it, Rin. See?” He pushes himself up on his arms and leaves you there, gesturing with a sweeping motion. “I was just getting them ready for you.” Rin snorts, grabbing your arms. “Whatever. Now, you.” Your eyes meet, but the intensity in his is unlike Ran’s. Something about him seems more driven. Came here for something, refusing to leave without it. “Flip over. Get on your stomach. Make sure your head is hanging off the bed.” You don’t hesitate to do as he says.

Ran steps into your view, tugging on the band of his boxers until his cockhead is visible from the top. You try not to drool. He pushes his cock between your pillowy lips, letting out a long low whistle.

"Just relax. Open your mouth a little wider - that's it - just like that .." Ran is already groaning and barely half his dick is inside your mouth, but drool is racing down your chin and you have forgotten how to breathe out of your nostrils. He cups the back of your head.

"Eyes up." Tears sting at your eyes at your lack of oxygen and Ran just smiles dreamily downward at you, his brother out of your sight entirely. Now you’re as bare as the day you were born, courtesy of Ran, and you nearly forget about Rin until you feel firm hands spreading your legs; a damp muscle wriggle and work it's way in between your folds so boldly,

You cry out, groaning on Ran's cock. It's too big and your jaw has to work and strain and it hurts but he makes you do it anyway (his smell is rich between his legs, and he keeps reminding you to breathe through your nose), telling you how much of a good job you're doing.

"... you're good at this. I didn't think you were a slut though… maybe …"

"It's just a natural talent. Like you were born to suck dick."

He thrusts his hips and holds your face so that he's in your throat, and no matter how hard you beat at his thighs he does not give. You wiggle and squirm, Rin's hands clamping around your hips and giving you less room to breathe. You're so occupied with the dick in your mouth that you don't notice how wet Rin has gotten you.

His brother has all your attention. Even when he stands at attention and lines himself up, you don't notice. It's only when he's pulling your hips towards his, that you feel the blunt head of his cock probing at your pussy and waiting for a good moment to

Thrust in, and as Ran pulls you off his cock to cum on your face, it's a perfect opportunity for Rin to pull you onto him, and the squeal you let out sounds absolutely delicious, (made his balls clench). He begins tentatively, resting a hand at the small of your back, and thrusting into you with as much force as he can muster behind his hips, enjoying hearing you whine and whimper (perhaps more than he expected). Your body is hot to the touch and your back is a little slick with your sweat.

Rin grunts with effort as he tries to fuck into you, getting some give as you grow weak in the hips. His cock feels like it's tearing you up, like he might break you before he night is done and the more you moan and squirm the rougher he gets, the slick sounds of his balls slapping against your clit drowning out the sound of your own thoughts.

(Ran has fun with you. You lick his cock clean as Rin speeds up so much he's practically fucking the breath out of your lungs. Your ass feels battered, your pussy abused —)

Rin has been noticeably quiet most of this time. Too focused on the sound of your yelps and the way your body dances beneath his fingertips. You move so much. He likes the little defiance in you. He has no problem fucking it out.

You grow to gripping Ran's legs for support cause you can't hold yourself up on the bed, the tingling burning feeling of strain zinging up the muscles in your legs.

“Ah! Oooh..” They’re teaching you new things about yourself. Wherever they caress you, the back of your head, along your spine, on your hips, it’s like you’ve been alight with fire. Ran makes sure you’re looking at him, and he’s cooing at you, feeding you crumbs of praise as he strokes under your chin affectionately. Your heart jumps a little at the fond look he gives you, the approval is pronounced and makes you feel warm and anxious all of the sudden, moreso when Ran presses a kiss to your temple.

"Almost." Rin says to no one in particular, his grip just shy of bruising. "Just … fuck." Rin slams your hips into his, his spine stiffening as he fucks a load inside you, pulling his cock out slow so he can see himself dripping down your legs.

What followed feels a little uncertain. You know they stuck around, but their words felt floaty and distant, fucked into a stupor, you seemed a bit … dotty. (Ran thinks it's cute. You don't talk, don't ask questions, just let them pet you. But Rin liked the tension in your muscles, that skeptic's gaze, that substance. Something about having you like this appeals to him, just less.) They came hot like a fever and left you feeling ice cold.

Rin, perhaps feeling sweet, helps you slip your nighty on before Ran is forcing him out of the door, chastising him for being so soft.

You wouldn't know.

You awake in a sea of blankets, with a salty taste in your mouth and this dull ache zapping up your spine…

You are late for work the next morning, but even as your alarm gets grating and beep, beep beeps a few feet away from your head, you're trying to shake off day dream after day dream — you get up when you realize your door was left unlocked, you rectify that, head back to bed. The supervisor who's in charge of arranging your schedule calls you, ten minutes before you are supposed to come in, and you are still lying down.

You honest to god do not have the heart to tell this withering old man over the phone that you can’t come in today. You can hear his voice sort of trembling over the phone (and you later learn that one of the head chefs quit earlier that day, this poor guy is this close to the edge) and decide you don’t need that weighing on your conscience in the future, a good enough reason to force labor upon yourself for the day. You feel weightless sitting in the tub washing off the prior night. In some places you can see indentations from fingers, lightly bruised skin around your hips, that your hands run over with your loofah and that sweet smelling body scrub,

You take your time, not urged by the ringing of your phone or alarm. Your mind decompresses and feels loosened by the steam that rises to the top of the room, fogging up your vision and keeping you warm even when you step out of the bath. Since last night, you notice you seem a lot more one track minded. There’s no dreading the shift, or fear about being asked to stay for overtime, or worry that your coworkers are going to say something to you (they always do, so fucking annoying). There’s nothing. Your head feels manageably empty. Something about it is relaxing, your underlying nervousness of ‘ Is there something i’m missing? Have I forgotten something? Am I doing something wrong?’ all gone.

You’re smiling in the cab to work. Maybe it’s been years since you went there having a positive expectation for today, you can’t remember and you don’t care. You work your shift and ignore your coworkers, boss and customers. They comment, because of course they have something to say.

“You look glowy. Something happen?”

“... I slept well?” Your supervisor rolls her eyes at you, but doesn’t belabor the point. “Must’ve been one helluva good night’s sleep, huh?”

You don’t respond, ready to clock out in the next thirty minutes, hoping and praying nobody keeps you from clocking out at 8:00, because the day’s been going sooo good for you so far,

But one of the managers ends up running in; out of breath, trying frantically to stop the kitchen staff from closing down for the night, from leaving. You’re stopped in lieu of all the commotion. Apparently some big-wigs from the city came in to eat, and would not accept the owner’s hurried apologies of ‘I’m sorry, but the kitchen is closing for the night,’; or their attempts at placation: ‘We can accept your patronage first thing tomorrow? A bottle of wine on the house?’. The owner looks frightened half to death by the time he comes across you, shocking you with the abruptness of his request.

“The… the patrons. Do you know them?” He whispers, deathly close to your ear. His lungs sound like they might collapse, and he looks hot and uncomfortable. “They requested you by name. I-i know you don’t like working overtime, but this could mean big tips.” You roll your eyes. “Move over man. Let me get my menus.” He clasps his hand together in prayer and in thanks, and you mentally prepare yourself to take an order for a much larger party.

There’s only two people sitting in the booth as you walk up, their silhouettes triggering your memory immediately. Ran turns lightning-quick, his expression giddy unlike anything else. He looks so pleased with himself, licking his lips like he’s slick as your confident power walk slows to a few steps.

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice is so smooth, makes your ears tingle. Rindou is sat next to him, and looks up at you fondly for a moment. Looks back down at his hands after.

“So, Rin. Ran.” They look a little surprised you actually said their names, but Ran gives you a toothy grin, and leans a bit further forward.

“Here are your menus.” You set them down on the table, allow them to pursue the selection. “I’ll be back with your water.” You about face, looking nothing short of cool, level-headed professionalism. On the inside, you are screaming. Telling them so much maybe was a bad idea in hindsight, (because not only is this OT blowing you, but it’s hard to look them in the eyes, for a reason you haven’t yet grasped.) you sigh, trying to make it out of the end of dinner service without your heart giving in.

You try not to be curt with them but a part of you can’t help it. Ran knows what he’s gunning for, eyes alight with desire as he stares at you up and down in uniform for the first time. Like he’s just about ready to eat you up. He keeps staring at your lips. Rindou is ever the gentleman, is patient with you when you get flustered by Ran’s boldness, occasionally apologizing for the inappropriate comments he sprinkles in. From the moment he’s seen you, to the moment you take his order, serve him the food, give him the bill, he’s flapping his gums.

Rindou seems irritated by this at some point, fixing him with hot hard glares, kicking him under the table and eventually telling him to BE QUIET.

He says it with so much authority that when Ran gets as meek as a mouse, you can’t help but giggle from behind your palm. (Ran shoots you a look, but you ignore it.) Other than what he’s saying to you - working this job, you’ve heard far worse anyway - it’s not a hassle to deal with, maybe just a little awkward,

Because he says shit like:

“Hey sweetheart. There’s another kind of tip I could give you, too.” After he slides nearly half a stack into your uniform pants just because he can. That was probably (definitely) more money than both of their meals combined.

“Hey!” The tall one shouts from the threshold, a little drunk, and swaying from Rin tugging on his arm so hard.

“Maybe.. You get out of your little uniform and meet us outside. We’ll walk you home again.” You don’t say anything, but your face is burning.

“Maybe i’ll take you up on that offer. Some other time.” You bow politely and hurry back to the storage rooms, where your coworkers are packing up their things and heading out the back.

You sigh, taking your time changing out of your work uniform.

…

Imagine your surprise when you’re walking out, head down as you look in your bag and make sure everythings arranged how you like, easily accessible ..

And they’re still there.

Waiting for you.

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