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buccini555 · 10 months

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I had in mind smut step dad bonten Kokonoi x step-daughter reader. Mother went on trip so reader was in bonten's hideout with koko. And it would be lovely to do aftercare and maybe when they go to that one room where bonten members spend time together??

Thanks have a lovely day^^

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬♡𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 - 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

≡ Kokonoi x step daughter reader

⌕ x r e a d e r!

♡... 𝑭𝒕. Kokonoi Hajime (Bonten!)

⚠︎!! explicit s♡x, petnames(kitten, little doll, baby girl), mention of bl♡wj♡b, unpr♡tected s♡x, curse words (b♡tch, f♡ck..) and creampie, I think that's all

I'm not good at writing about this... but I hope you like <3

... You were in one of bonten's hideouts with your dear stepfather Kokonoi, your mother had gone on a trip and would be away for months, for that reason, even if you are already an adult and know how to take care of yourself, Kokonoi would have to take care of you, and of course, the most old boy loved the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you.

You used to tease and excite him without feeling any remorse, and this day was no different, while Hajime was busy doing his work, you sat on his lap watching those huge amounts of money he made in a matter of seconds in front of you to any computer, as soon as you sat on the oldest's lap, you started to press your body against Kokonoi's, who even at that moment, didn't care about your advances, until, after a few minutes, he closed the tabs of his navigator and concentrated and grabbed your waist, you just wore a mini skirt and a lace blouse, your body was almost completely exposed in those clothes, this fact made Hajime even more excited with you sitting on his lap.

"What do you want, kitten? Tell me" He whispered in your ear, gently caressing your beautiful face and then running his hand over your perfect body.

You remained silent, with only a slight mischievous smile stamped on your beautiful delicate face.

"Don't you get tired of teasing me while I'm working? You already got me excited again, baby girl" The oldest scolded you, of course not with the intention of making you stop what you were doing, quite the contrary, he really enjoyed being authoritarian with his girl.

He lifted you up, gently placing you on the table where he worked, giving you a brief kiss, holding you even tighter around your waist.

"Be a good girl hmm? Be a good girl for me"

You couldn't tell how excited he was and wanted to fuck you right there, but, he wouldn't do it in that spot, Kokonoi didn't like to make you feel uncomfortable for that reason, he was always as affectionate as possible.

"Come here, little doll, I'll take you to a more comfortable place, You're not going to enjoy being fucked in this rustic office, are you?"

You ignored him, continuing to kiss him insistently, however, the taller one picked you up and gently carried you to the hall where the other Bonten members gathered seasonally, that place was clearly more comfortable, Kokonoi had the time in mind of each member, then, I was absolutely sure that no one would arrive at the time.

"Tell me, do you still want to be my little bitch?" He cupped your face, putting a lot of force on your lips, at that moment, making you look helpless, you just looked at him with desire in your eyes, seeing him smile maliciously at you.

You just nodded your head in affirmation, then Kokonoi made you open his belt, making you realize again how excited he was.

"Suck it... You're begging for this, aren't you? Mmm..."

Without hesitation, you took that whole cock in your mouth, making him let out a few small moans while gently pushing his head, he also wouldn't hesitate to make you put the whole cock down his throat, so, you just continued your work being a good girl for Kokonoi.

"Y-yeah, Y-yeah!.. My little bitch! D-damn you're so good at this, who the fuck taught you how to suck a cock that good?

After a few minutes, he stopped pushing your head against his cock, making you stand up, he gave you a small smile and by the time you were lying face down on top of the table where the meetings were held, you were already wet all over enough to receive it, he made sure to jerk you off before thrusting himself in you, of course, as always, Hajime behaved like a gentleman, so he got you super stimulated, horny as fuck, how he liked it, he prepared to fuck you, the least you expected and thought that he would have a break to rest, he stuck his cock all the way and once in your pussy, without warning he started to fuck you, pulling your hair and occasionally slapping you, making you let out loud moans and a few small screams. "You didn't beg for that shit? Now hold on baby" with each thrust he repeated that you belonged to him, making you get even more turned on. "Y-you're mine, my little bitch, arg!" After a few long minutes of fucking in the same position, he stopped for a few seconds and made you turn around, he caressed your face and gave you a small kiss on the forehead before getting back into the act, as soon as he started filling your pussy again, he together began to caress your breasts, it was undeniable how much Kokonoi is affectionate with you in those moments.

"F-fuck, baby, I-im cumming!" when he finally reached his peak, the oldest just poured his "love" inside your pussy without any worries.

"I love to see my milk flow from that delicious pussy, you know that, I can't control myself."

"I will always take care of my girl" after finishing the act, seeing that you were tired, he helped you get dressed again, made you sit in one of the armchairs until you recovered and then help you take a shower, Koko showered you with kisses on the forehead and did his best to make you feel loved.

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haitanisbug · 2 years

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⊰ Yandere! Bonten reacting to a darling with back pain ⊱

includes: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: yandere themes. One mention of daddy (Sanzu). Suggestive themes (Kokonoi).

MIKEY

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath. A sharp pang shoots up your back. You’d been trying to hide the pain from Mikey for a while now, knowing that if he found out about it he’d be even more suffocating.

Mikey was working from home today, but he had a private call that he stepped into his office to take. You should still have a bit of time to get your cup of coffee and sit down before Mikey walks out and notices you in pain.

His voice drifts softly down the hall, confirming that you still have more time. Turning to grab the creamer out of the fridge your back suddenly jolts. A fire tears through your muscles and you can’t help the loud shriek that escapes you. The coffee mug clatters to the floor and your knees buckle. You’re crumpled on the kitchen tile fighting off the black that spots your vision.

“Mikey..” you whimper. It’s useless to try and hide the pain from him now. The doors to his office suddenly burst open and you hear his light footsteps dashing towards you.

His eyes widen at the sight of you curled up and crying on the floor.

“Fuck. What happened, darling? Can you hear me?” He’s kneeled down next to you, brushing his fingers lightly across your forehead. Your finger stretches out to grasp onto his.

“Mikey, I - ah.” An ache throbs at your sudden movement, and you wince as it flares through your whole body. “I hurt my back a while ago, Mikey. I think it’s getting worse.”

His eyes narrow at your words.

“ m’ sorry I never told you. I didn’t.. didn’t want you to worry any more than you needed to.” Closing your eyes, you don't see the rest of Mikey's reaction from the whisper of your words.

You feel his rough but unwavering hands travel along the length of your back. A shiver wrecks through you from the intimate contact.

“Grab onto my neck, angel.” He murmurs into your ear.

Slowly wrapping your arms around him, Mikey scoops you up and gently walks you over to the couch. Whimpers and cries still fall from your lips and Mikey coo’s soft words of encouragement until he’s seated with you on his lap.

“Don’t ever hide anything like this from me again. Understand?” His words are dark and dangerous. If you weren’t already in pain you’d have scampered off of him at his tone. All you can do is press into his chest more, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, Mikey.”

“I can’t have you fucking hurt. I can’t. You’ll stay in bed until further notice.” His fingers grip onto your body tight enough to bruise and his chin settles on top of your head. Even in this position, you strain to hear Mikey’s next words. You barely catch them, but they make unease bubble in the pit of your stomach.

“I won’t lose anyone else.”

SANZU

Sanzu has known about your back issues almost from the moment he met you. He’s had your health record on file for a long time, (specifically using the knowledge for his own torturous purposes). He’s never given a fuck about your pain before; in fact, he usually welcomes it. Finding some sadistic sort of pleasure seeing you suffer.

That’s why he’s confused when he comes home one night; you’re curled up on the couch small cries coming from you and his heart tightens at the sight. He’s never really felt sympathy when you’re hurt but he can’t help the way he drifts over to your trembling figure and sits down softly next to you on the couch. He lifts the blanket gently from your head to peek at you underneath.

“What’s got you all worked up, angel?” his hand comes up to smooth over your head. You blink at him, your expression foggy from his sudden gentleness. A hiccup escapes your throat and you manage to spit out a response.

“It’s really bad today, Haru. I cant- i can barely move.”

You don’t even have to specify what the pain is. Sanzu knows your back problems flare up from time to time. He just hasn’t seen you in this amount of pain before. This is a new feeling for him, he coos softly and gets off the couch, slotting his arms underneath your body.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, angel.”

If you were in any less pain, your eyes would have widened in shock. But all you can do is cling onto his shoulders, relief flooding your body as he carries you into the bathroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the tub as he gets the bath ready and then places you in the water, sliding in right behind you. His hands dip down to your back, and he rubs the length of it. You try but fail to stifle your moans from the feeling.

“Yea, baby? Does that feel good? Does daddy make you feel fucking good?” there’s a taunting lilt to his tone, but it escapes your awareness; the only thing you’re cognizant of is his fingers on your skin.

“Mmmm. Haru.. ‘y make me feel so good.” you murmur, and your head falls back against his shoulder. Sanzu places a kiss to your temple, and his hair falls into your face tickling your cheek. You let out a small giggle and Sanzu’s chest tightens at the sounds. Fuck. He doesn’t hear that often. And he doesn’t understand why it’s making his skin tingle and his heart beat erratically.. But it elicits adrenaline to run through his veins and he thinks- damn - he knows he could get addicted to this feeling. The excitement of making you feel good. As Sanzu continues to massage your back, he thinks that maybe he’ll try to incorporate more time like this. More time to make you feel good. If simply massaging you can get you to melt like this, his mind reels with the sorts of noises he can draw out of you with his tongue.

RAN

Ran’s alarm blares, signaling the start of the day for both of you. He expects you to wake up with him, and do your morning routine together although you never have anywhere to go. Ran says it brings him peace and good luck when you wish him off to work, but it’s usually just a way for him to sneak some extra time with you when you’re tired and more willing to submit to his advances.

This particular morning is much harder than normal, and as you turn to get off the bed, a sharp pain shoots through your back. You let out a whimper, closing your eyes and sinking back into the bed.

Ran’s sitting on the side of the bed, his feet planted on the floor, and you can feel him looking at you over his shoulder.

“C’mon princess it’s time to get up.”

You don’t want to anger him, knowing that would make everything worse but when you try to get up again the pain burns even more. A sharp cry escapes your mouth and you collapse back into the sheets. Ran’s eyes widen as he sees that you’re in pain, and this time it’s not from something he inflicted. He turns around, one of his hands coming up to thumb across your eyelids.

“Shit baby, what’s wrong?” He sounds genuinely concerned and you decide that he’s your only hope at the moment in seeking relief. Telling him the truth is your only option.

“My back...I’ve had back issues for a while Ran and I think- i think they’re getting worse.” You let out a shudder as tears pool at the corner of your eyes. The throbbing pain is unpleasant but it’s almost unbearable knowing you’ve finally told Ran a secret that you’ve been trying to hide from him. You know he’ll use this information in the future to manipulate you. He always does. But what else can you do? It’s getting worse as the weeks go by and he’s become your only source of hope.

Ran turns over on the bed so that he’s hovering over you. You can feel his hot breath flutter across your face.

“Look at me, princess,” he murmurs.

Your eyes peel open, wincing at the pain that flares down your back.

“Let me help you.” He whispers. You nod in response, your eyes shut again as Ran goes to move your body.

He gently turns you over, so you’re laying on your stomach. Ran’s kneeling on the bed, his legs on either side of you. He lifts up your shirt to give him better access to your back and you shudder at the feeling of his cold hands on your hot skin. He begins to softly massage all up and down your spine.

It’s the gentlest he’s ever been with you, and you can’t help but get lost in the feeling. His callused fingers in contrast with your smooth skin, but somehow it adds to the pleasure. When his hands work at the area of your back that hurts the most, you let out a groan. Ran pays special attention to the area, kneading your flesh with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Ran.” you whimper

He bends down, littering kisses up the length of your neck. “What is it, baby?”

His hands don’t stop their ministrations and you cant answer him as more moans fall from your lips.

“Please..don’t stop.”

Ran hums in response. You’re too distracted by your relief to notice his face pressed against your back and the smile that stretches across his features. Any other night you would have been able to perceive the sinister thoughts that are running through his head. Thoughts of holding back treatment over your head in order to get you to obey him, thoughts of finding out all the areas that hurt you the most so he can pay special attention to them during punishments. Yea, Ran thinks, you don’t realize the trouble that you just got yourself into.

RINDOU

“Rindou no.. please no, I don’t want to go.” The whine in your voice tugs at his heartstrings and your accompanying pout makes it tempting to succumb to your wishes, but he knows that it’s getting worse. The pain in your back has been bothering you for some time now. Rindou has spent the last week working from home in order to tend to your needs.

It’s been a week full of you cuddling up into his side on the bed, his strong arms massaging up and down your back, a week full of warm baths together and soft kisses.

Rindou is almost tempted to not do anything about your back problems in order to hang onto this sliver of domesticity that has resulted from your pain. But he also can’t stand the way that your eyes scrunch together when you move too sharply, or your pitiful whimpers when you try to walk anywhere within the penthouse.

He has no choice but to get you professional help. Unfortunately, he’s also just now learning that you have an intense fear of the doctors and you’ve spent the morning doing anything in your power to get out of going.

“I don’t care. You need help so you’re going and that’s the end of it. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

You turn over on the bed with a whine, burrowing your head into your outstretched arms, and Rindou sighs at the sight. He knows his words can be rough and he’s usually apathetic towards you when you make fractious demands. But this is different. This pain isn’t something that he wished upon you; it’s not a punishment or something being used to discipline you. This is pain is needless. You’re hurting and it’s not from him. It makes him wildly unsettled.

“Baby, I need you to work with me here. The pain will just get worse if we don’t do anything about it. We need to get you some help.”

You lift your head slightly and give him another pout and Rindou comes up to brush the top of your head. “I’ll be with you the entire time.” his voice softens to a whisper.

Finally acquiescing to his wishes, your arms go wrap around Rindou’s. He lifts you gently from the bed and carries you out to the front of the penthouse. Lips graze the top of your forehead and the sensation elicits and shudder from you and prompts you to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“Hurts, Rin.” You mumble.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m gonna make it all better.”

KOKONOI

“Stop it.. Oh my go- KOKO!” You’re splayed over Kokonoi’s lap, face down on the expensive chaise lounge that he keeps in his office for moments like this. You had tagged along with him to the office today. Koko stated something about “Having a long day and not being able to get shit done when you’re not in sight.” But you suspect that the real reason he wanted you with him, was the current torment he was subjecting you to.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with my back, not tickling me!” Your whines fall from your pretty lips, and Kokonoi smirks at the sight.

“That’s your fault for wearing this little number, princess.” His hands glide across your exposed back and his fingers lightly tickle at the skin. “So fucking sexy. Could fuck you right now.” True to his words, you felt the length of his cock pressing into your stomach. Trying to get out of his now uncomfortable grip, you squirm off of his lap.

Koko’s eyes darken when you escape, and he tugs harshly on his wrist so you straddle his waist. “And where do you think you’re running off to, princess? Huh?”

“Koko, you said you’d help massage my back. You’re just making it worse with your tickles” Bringing your hands up to card through his hair, you think maybe if you pout at him enough, he’ll stop his needy behavior.

“Fuck.” he groans at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp. He turns to lay back down on the chaise, plopping you onto his chest simultaneously. “I should take you to the doctor, shouldn’t I?”

“Maybe..”

Koko makes a mental note to get one of his underlings to schedule an appointment for you. “Or I could just fuck your spine back into place?”

You giggle at his comment and nuzzle deeper into his chest. “It’s getting really bad again, Koko. I do need your help. Just till it gets better.. Please?”

Kokonoi’s chest swells from the sound of your sweet begging. It isn’t often when you explicitly ask him for help. And it’s not as if he likes seeing you in pain. Especially if it isn’t pain that he inflicted himself. Brushing a soft kiss to the top of your head, Koko mumbles his agreement.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you. But I expect something back from you...an equal compensation.” Kissing up the length of your ear, his whisper draws a shiver from you “something we haven’t tried before.”

Letting out another soft giggle at his obvious horny thoughts, you sigh. “Anything for you, Koko”

KAKUCHO

“Arms up, love,” Kakucho has got you seated on the counter of the bathroom. Pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head. It falls across your body, almost a dress with how large it is on you. Kakucho moves to drain the tub where you had both shared a bath together. Your hands come to cling onto his shirt to prevent him from walking away from you. A small noise of protest leaving your lips.

Kakucho walks up between your spread legs, dipping down to place a kiss at the juncture between your neck and jaw.

“Gotta clean up, baby. Then I’ll be with you,” he mumbles into your ear. You let him go, reluctantly, but he makes quick work of the cleaning before he’s right back at your side. Leaning down, Kakucho scoops you up off the counter and carries you into your shared bedroom. You whisper your thanks as he gently places you in the middle of the bed.

“Let me get your heating pad, love.” He presses a hard kiss to your head before he walks to the kitchen and then comes back with your heated relief. He climbs onto the bed and leans back against the headboard as you crawl over to him, laying your head in his lap.

“Good girl,” he whispers. And then he’s placing the heat pad over your skin.

You cling onto his leg, a soft sigh breaking the silence. It’s dangerous to indulge Kakucho in these things. If he believes you seek his comfort sometimes, then he’s going to be asking for your affection all of the time. Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile as they say. But tonight you have no choice.

The pain in your back flared up unexpectedly, making you cry out in the middle of the restaurant you and Kakucho were dining at. He had to carry you out of the building and into the car, and the pain was so bad your vision had started to become spotty. You’re sure this was his plan all along; getting you to rely on him in all areas of your life. And it’s working, because your head is burrowing into his thick thigh, and you’re trying to push your body more and more into the pressure of his hands massaging over your back. Your well being is wrapped around his finger and there’s nothing you can do but succumb to him.

“See, this is nice, love.”

You don’t say anything and he gives your shoulder a squeeze, prompting you to reply.

“Mmm what is?” You whisper.

“You laying here. Relaxed in my lap. Just being together. You’re usually tense when you’re with me.”

You inhale sharply, your eyes widening. It’s true that whenever Kakucho initiates physical affection, your body tenses up. He’s never mentioned it though, and you figured he could never discern your discomfort- too drunk off your touch.

“Wha- what do you mean, Kaku?” You manage to stammer out.

Kakucho snorts. “Please, darling. You don’t think I’m that dense, do you? I can feel you shy away from me every night.”

You try and object, but Kakucho presses down hard on your hurt back. A soft whimper breaks your silence and you grip onto Kakucho’s arm.

“If you ever want that back of yours to get better, you’ll learn to love my touch. Understand?”

Through blurred tears, all you offer is a meek agreement.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

“Ow ow ow ow.. Akashi!” You suck in sharply when Akashi moves his body in a way that jostles your back. “Please it fucking hurts”

“Ahh sorry, princess.” No remorse detected in his voice. You’re sure he’s amused by this whole situation. It plays right into his desires anyway; you in pain. Reliant on Akashi for everything. Him being able to dangle your needs and desires over your head like it’s some fucked up game.

The pain in your back has prevented you from walking for the past few days. Akashi has stayed home from work, opting to take care of you like a good boyfriend. You scoffed when he said that, and your resulting punishment was him forcing you to go to the bathroom without his help. After you nearly passed out from the pain, you decided your best course of action was to stop hurling insults at the only person who could offer you relief.

So here you are, in Akashi’s arms, as he carries you around the penthouse to fulfill your every whim and fancy. Akashi has taken full advantage of the situation though, requiring physical affection from you every time he helps you out. You should’ve known this is what he would’ve turned it into. Holding relief over your head, so he could act like a fucking sleaze.

Akashi gropes your ass as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. You push him off you and he steps back with a laugh.

“Alright princess, you said you’re hungry. What do you want?” His eyes are trained on you like a hawk. No matter how long you’ve stayed with Akashi, you’ve never gotten over his intimidating stare. It’s hard to see past the man who’s made your life a living hell and the countless atrocities he’s committed through his work.

You look down at your fingers, playing with them nervously as you mumble, “ramen… please.”

“Mmm, that’s a large demand, princess. It’s gonna cost you.” He laughs again at you, clearly enjoying this newfound power trip.

“How much?” You ask, with a sigh.

“Let’s say 20 kisses this time. One for every minute the ramen is cooking. How does that sound?”

“It doesn’t take 20 fucking minutes for ramen to cook.”

He gives you a side-eye, one that's sharp and harsh. You know if you say anything else, it’ll spell out a true punishment, for whenever you’re equipped to handle it.

You succumb, a small “Yes, Takeomi” escaping your lips.

“Atta girl.” He says, cupping your cheek with one hand before he’s breaking off to prepare the ramen.

After he’s finished with the ramen and feeds it to you, Akashi carries you over to the couch. He plops you on the couch, situating your body to straddle over his lap. You wince at the position, but Akashi’s large hands go to massage your tense muscles, and you begin to relax into his touch.

“Okay, I made you your little meal princess. Now give me my payment.”

You look up into his face, blinking at the way his eyes are trained on you. Leaning up a bit you begin placing kisses on his scar. Akashi loves touch, this is a given. But more than anything he loves your gentle lips grazing across the scar that bisects his face. Closing his eyes, he counts each kiss. You start at his forehead and work your way down, placing a hard kiss to his brow bone, a sloppy kiss under his eyes, an airy brush to his cheek. Once you reach the bottom of his scar, you place the 20th kiss right on his lips.

He wastes no time in deepening it. Tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. It makes you cry out, but he can’t tell if it’s from the pain of the kiss or your back being jostled in the process. He doesn’t care. He never does. His only desire is to rip those sweet sounds out of you. Your moans and groans, your soft whimpers and mewls. And especially your cries. That’s another positive for Akashi during this whole process of taking care of you- he’s found that out of all the noises you make, your cries of pain are the most addicting ones.

#mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #kokonoi x reader #kakucho x reader #takeomi x reader #akashi xreader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tj.fics #this is for the baddies with back pain #special shout out to the ones with degenerative disc disease. were the hottest.

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gatitties · 9 months

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hello love!! I saw your recent post here abt the anon who asked for the illegal car racer!reader x mikey. can I request HCs for the same thing BUT mikey is not involve at all because I wanted to see Draken's point of view in all of this. especially I wanted to see how they fight over reader being a car racer 🤸🏻‍♀️ thank you s much!

—Draken x sister!reader

—Summary: your brother is not happy with the illegal races in which you participate and this time Mikey can't calm the atmosphere

—Warnings: none

(Mikey's part)

— Get ready for the longest, most boring conversation ever from Draken.

— He'll use the card that he's older than you to try to stop competing because 'an older brother knows better.'

— All the people who stayed after your victory and some of the Toman boys who had come could clearly hear your shouting match.

— Mikey decided to stay out of it this time because he thought the two of you would come to a middle point.

— You did not get to anything more than an anger, at least for now, you left there running to your motorcycle.

— Of course, this only pissed off your brother more and he went after you without a second thought.

— You were faster maneuvering, accustomed to speed and risk from racing, you made him lose your track.

— He stayed up all night waiting for you to show up to give you another lecture, even though he appreciated your gesture for collecting money for him, there were much better ways than illegal things, Draken was already into gang shit, he don't wanted his little sister to be drawn into the underworld.

— You arrived the next day, you didn't have enough money to pay for a hotel for so many days and you didn't want to spend what you earned, so you came back trying not to meet your brother.

— Unfortunately, as soon as you set foot in your 'home', he was sitting in the reception room, nodding from sleep, but awake enough to recognize you.

— Neither of you was in the mood to argue, at least not as strongly as the night before, so you sat quietly in your room until he started the same conversation from yesterday.

— You ignored most of what he said, no matter how much he insisted, it was your life and you could decide.

— Even if he was right on some points, your pride didn't allow you to accept that he was right on some things.

— For the moment, you decided not to comment anything else about it, Draken practically forbade you to use the motorcycle, but you let it happen so that his anger would go away.

— It couldn't be said that you were somewhere in between, but you needed to calm things down before participating again.

— Draken knew that you would not listen to him so easily because he knew you, he just needed some time to clarify his thoughts about your hobby, he should look for something similar and if possible, legal, there's no way he wants to see you behind bars, not his little sister.

#tr #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #fem reader #draken sister #draken x sister reader #ilegal racer reader #mikey x reader #xreader #reader insert #request #sfw #platonic reader #platonic relationship

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1-800-lauritt · 1 year

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Sell yourself to me

Pair(s) : Kokonoi Hajime x F!Reader

Warning(s) : hinted bribing , unhealthy behavior , hinted age-gap , oral ( male receiving ) , pet names , teasing , prostitution , dark themes , manipulation , gangs/criminal organization , fingering , other warnings might not be added atm .

Word Count : 700+

Prompt : A struggling prostitute in need of money to feed her family is given the chance to earn money, but at a cost.

Had she never been told to sell her body for money, she would be rotting in the streets along with her only family. While she knew better than to throw herself at the devil's door, this said devil could keep a roof over her and her family's heads.

( Name ) had been warned by other co-workers of Bonten's latest visits to the brothel. Wary of criminals, she remained far from anything associated with them. But with money on the line, she had no other choice but to accept.

Kokonoi sat comfortably on the couch while moaning and choking noises filled the room.

A young girl, not any older than 20, sat at his feet. Her outmost attention to the work at hand. She massaged and stroked his veiny length with her smooth hands, whilst her mouth did all the other work to pleasure him.

" Ah uhm.. Just like that.. "

He let out a whimper, leaning his head back and pushing his hips up, letting his length hit the corner of her cum-filled throat.

The sudden sensation of fresh cum dripping down her throat startled her. She pulled her head away, she held no delight in choking on his hardened cock.

Kokonoi watched with a smirk as she choked on his cum. In a quick thought, he grasped her arm and pulled her up on the couch with him.

She sat beside him, her knees feeling like jello beside him. He took up his hand and began to caress her cheek. " You did amazing, princess. " ( name ) was taken back by the sudden nickname. She felt like royalty.

Kokonoi pushed her onto the couch, her back making a harsh slap at the contact of the leather. Startled by the sudden push, she attempted to pull herself up just for her to get pushed back down. He grasped her throat at that moment, leaning down to her ear.

"Hush, just relax and stay still. You worked hard enough, let me take care of you, princess. " He whispered, letting go after he saw no more signs of panic.

He took no time to undress her out of her soaking underwear. Yanking and throwing them across the room. Kokonoi dropped his head on the crook of her neck, taking an exasperated breather of her perfume.

As though time felt quicker than usual, he wasted no time, stuffing her soaked heat with his fingers. He quickly pumped his finger in and out, observing every inch of her reactions.

Out of breath from all the exhilarating emotions, ( name )'s mouth hung wide, low whimpers escaping every time he pumped deeper into her.

Kokonoi pulls out his fingers from the overbearing heat. His fingers were covered to the brim with her lavish juices. He stuck his tongue out, licking clean his fingers.

"Don't do that!" She yelps, embarrassed by his sudden action. "Divine, just as i expected." He praises, pulling his pants completely down, leaving nothing but his bare skin.

He returns to your side, this time, having their chests touch one another. Kokonoi positions his cock to your entrance.

( name ) had a moment to think, she felt nervous. Of course, he wasn't as big as the other men she slept with. However, someone with this power can take her life just by the wrong sound or movement.

With a shake of her head, all those thoughts vanished. He began slowly, taking his time as he entered your entrance. Not long after, a few seconds later, he began to speed up.

( name ) wrapped her legs around his figure while he gripped on her hips. " Ah, baby girl, tight! All mine, only mine " he chants at every slam of his hips to hers.

Unable to respond rationally, ( name ) moaned at every little movement she or he made. She observed him as his mouth moved, though all the words he had spoken just then had been drowned out by her moans.

He took no break, continuously pounding and fucking her dumb.

Not long after, Kokonoi took one last slam of his cock into her, taking no time to ejaculate at her. He let out an exhausted groan at him, filling her up. His knuckles turned white from the grip he had on her waste.

He slid his body onto hers, pressing his lips against hers. As an instinct, she wrapped her arms around Kokonoi's neck, pressing her own body further against him. His lips formed a cunning smirk, his hands moving down and gripping her bum.

" Absolute gorgeous— " He mutters in between sensual oral contact. " —And all mine to own. " Alarms blared in her head at his word choices, but she was far too tired to do anything.

I'll be honest, this was a quick thing. I don't have much skill at writing these types of fics, so I do apologize. I hope you enjoyed it.

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bimsha · 2 years

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Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

Tags: drinking, partying, kissing, fluff, memories

For: @mill-s (Happy birthday!)

Word count: 1.5k

The sound of laughter mixes with the ever-lingering scent of booze. The soft feather-light breeze from the open windows kisses your skin as you move around, accepting the wishes, smiling as they toasted, glasses clinking together before the chatter breaks into a pleasant chorus of laughter again. The wine was bittersweet against your tongue, but the warmth welcomes you, rivalling against the chilly climate.

It had been a while since your apartment looked this crowded.

“Y/n!” Baji rushes to you with a glass half full. His cheeks a fading pink, the silly smile on his face indicating the male was possibly tipsy. “Happy birthday!” He raises his glass and you chuckle, allowing him to smack them together.

“Thank you! And thank you for organising this. I heard you played a big part.”

“Anything for an old mate. Besides, that Ran held us all at gunpoint.” He shrugs, “Had to involve myself when my life was in dange-OW.”

There he was. The one and only organiser of the party, your partner for three years, standing beside Baji, his hand still resting on his shoulder where it landed roughly a few moments ago. “When you life was in what?”

Baji raised his brow, flicking a glance between the two of you before snorting to his drink. “You know what, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t be loud in the bed tonig- OW.”

Draken bows apologetically before dragging the complaining ravenette away. You can’t help the chuckle escaping your lips. These boys knew how to party — your eyes land on Takemichi and Hina in the corner awkwardly flirting, Mikey and Pah Chin in their own challenge if downing drinks — at least you hope so.

“How’s the party?” He asks. You break your attention from the rest of the world and look into him. His face was hopeful and waiting.

You grin, “It’s fantastic, Ran.”

He lets out a relieved sigh, “Thank god. I was crossing my fingers this whole time.”

You nudge his elbow playfully, “You didn’t have to, You’re absolutely perfect, my love.”

Someone clears their throat behind you. Both of you turn to see Rindo, his face unimpressed. “If you two are done flirting, Ran, that thing has arrived.”

“Wait, really!?” He says, already turning around. “I’ll be back Y/n. You enjoy the party.” You don't have time to reply when he weaves his way through the crowd to the door in the far corner. Rindo watches him leave.

“Wow, that guy really is down bad for you.”

You tease the glass against your lips, “What’s the thing anyway?” Rindo was effectively trying to dodge the topic before you address it. But for his misfortune, you had always been keen.

Rindo doesn’t dodge the topic. He always liked to face a question head on despite how bitter or secretive it could be. “Look Y/n. I know it’s your birthday and all, but if I spill anything, my head would be hanging by the fridge the next day. I deserve to live.”

You think about it for a moment and sigh, resigning. “Okay, fine.”

He grins this time. A rare expression on his usually passive face. “Happy birthday, sis. Hope you are enjoying your time.”

He had always been the passive supporter of your relationship, supporting Ran’s decisions, quietly pushing him forward to be with you. You knew about all this silent support he offered, and you were grateful for him, always had been. “Thank you, really.” He nodded, the smile fading away in the next moment.

“I’d be around.” He says, walking to the throng of bodies, possibly looking for an old mate to his liking. But probably to his dismay, Baji launches at him, capturing him in a headlock. Chifuyu stood by, the colour leaving the blonde’s face at the drunk Baji's actions. You smile, walking towards the open window and entering the balcony, drinking in the soft Spring breeze. The town glowing in the darkness, creating a galaxy on its own.

Your mind fleets to the past, the moment when you met him. The flat tire, darkness stealing the light of the day as the sun dipped into the horizons. You had cursed yourself for not checking your bicycle before you left school. And cursed all the more when you realised it was getting dark quicker and the cold was seeping through your thick jacket. It was not a good idea to linger in the school a bit more when it was already Autumn.

“Trouble?” The voice asked.

You were defensive at first, but when you caught the sight of him, your breath hitched. You shouldn’t be gawking at strangers, should’ve called your mom, but you knew him. Well, not exactly. But you knew he was an upperclassman at your school. You’ve heard stories about him, the bullying, the delinquent history but when he crouched down beside your bicycle and checked the damage, offered to walk you home, you wondered whether the rumours were just rumours after all.

After that, everything had been a little bit like a dream. The hellos and the good mornings. The fights and the tears. All the more worth it now you thought about it. They had brought you two together.

“Y/n, the cake’s ready!” He sounded excited. You break your trance, look one last time at the scene below, — people going about their business, cars honking — and downing the rest of your drink you walk in, the smile he gave you never quite leaving your lips.

Ran watches her walk in. Her black dress hugging her figure, her eyes glistening under the sparkle of the dim fairy lights hung around the room. Her curls bounce as she tilts her head and takes a look at the enormous cake in front of them — provided by Mitsuya — and she smiles.

He still can’t believe she’s his.

At first it was a crush, an infatuation to linger by her side. Though he suspected maybe he wasn’t capable of love, when she talked, spoke his name, smiled to her palm, he wanted to steal a kiss. He worried a lot about that. Wondering whether she would think it’s weird. But really, he didn’t have to worry.

Because she kissed him first.

That night by the car park, leaning against his bike with empty beer cans in their hands, she pressed her lips against him with a smile. The silver glow of moonlight alighting their jackets, they were both intoxicated perhaps, not by the booze, not even by the moon, by each other.

That was precisely why he was going to do this first.

He watches as the other chorus Happy Birthday, clapping their hands together ruining the rhythm. Mikey calls dibs for the biggest slice of the cake while Draken desperately tries to hold him back. Y/n laughs, closing her eyes to make a wish. Ran watches everything, the silver band burning to his palms.

And when she turns to him, unsuspecting. He walks over. Now the silence has fallen. “Gift?” She asks. Her cheeky grin found its way back to her face.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand,” He says. Y/n pouts briefly, curious. Behind her, Rindo gives him a thumbs up. Baji was counting to three, trying to be helpful. All of them knew what he was trying to do today. It was a miracle Y/n seemed clueless. At least the guys had kept their secret right.

He stares at her face for a moment, her closed eyes, brows pinched with anticipation. His heart races when he takes her hand in his, slipping the silver band to her finger. Before she could process anything, he pressed his lips against her forehead. “Happy birthday, love.” Ran whispers.

Y/n stays motionless in his hold for a second before pulling away. Her eyes widening at the sight of the ring. She glances back at him, tears crowding her eyes. “Ran, I-” She starts as her voice fails. She launches herself forward, her hands wrapping around him. “Oh my god.”

Ran laughs, kissing her hair. “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

“You usually ask this before you slip in the ring, idiot,” Her muffled voice answers, “But yes, of course!”

The crowd breaks into a cheer, the booze filling back to the empty glasses. “Congratulations!” Baji calls out, throwing his arms around Chifuyu while he raises his glass. “To Y/n and that asshole Ran!”

Ran clicks his tongue in dismay. Y/n laughs, pulling away as she thanks them. Ran holds her hand, squeezing her fingers, his heart flooding with warmth and love. “Now the bride and groom may kiss.” Mikey says, helping himself another slice.

“That’s the wedding,” Emma grunts, but she doesn’t seem to give up on the idea. “But yeah, we need a kiss.”

There was it, the chant. “Kiss, kiss, kiss.”

Y/n grins, “You gonna or do I have to-”

Ran cuts her off, closing the gap she had closed before. His arms around her waist, hers on his neck as they cut off the rest of the world, drinking in the love they have as it ignites their hearts with passion and warmth. Their love twists, spills from the way they hold each other, each curve, limb perfectly fitting. Ran tightens his grasp, willing himself to never let go of her, her love and her hand.

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enj4s · 10 months

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ִֶָ𓏲࣪ . vampires wrecker 🍓 axxturel and vampyx 's wife .

✧ call me ENJI !! she her. dom reader blog. 19. 18+ blog! minors dni or do, idgaf <3

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୨♡୧ TOKYO REVENGERS :

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liuhko · 11 months

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ᘡ ⭑ SYNOPSIS・ ymir fritz, deceased wife of the king stands still inside the paths. she’s known to the one who controls all eldian life, with the ability to even change their entire genetic code but there is another, not a shifter or the beginning of the titans; a being who rests so far in the clouds that you will never be able to reach them. they watch over all, finding entertainment in everything that happens in this sick world, allowing life to continue because they’re only human.

THIS WORK INCLUDES: idk girl…just read.

NOTE: this isn’t an xreader, just fun writing. this is based off of the song “they’re only human” from death note <3

“Look at how they crawl around upon the ground like little ants.” you couldn’t help but sigh at your view, staring at the large mirror that held the image of the residents inside the walls, or in this case; outside the walls. Commander Erwin and his scouts had gone outside the walls once more and they were returning with their heads hung low, bodies covered in blood, and wagons overflowing with the corpses of their former comrades.

“Yes, but how they fascinate.” As pathetic as they were, humans were fascinating creatures. They always saw a reason to continue and to keep pushing, in this case, it was Eren Jaeger who held this mindset. Even though he had just seen his comrades and friends slaughtered he looked encouraged, as if there was something worth fighting for. That same green-eyed boy ran to the dormitory and locked himself inside, shivering and shaking on the floor as tears ran down his face. His desperate cries were suppressed by the pillow he dug his face into. “It was fate…there was nothing I could do. It would’ve happened anyway.”

What a common thought, confusing fate with what is merely chance. “Your friends weren’t destined to die there, they were just too weak and happened to be around some Titans.” You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to reach through the mirror and grab the boy. You wanted nothing more than to tell him to stop spewing nonsense and go live a safe life, but the last time you reached through the mirror and interacted with humanity, a strand of your hair had fallen and morphed into Hallucigenia, which turned the wife of some king into a several-meter-high mutated monster called a titan, you were just having a bad hair day; it shouldn’t have been that serious.

Speaking of that unfortunate woman, she was currently busy building, as usual. Ymir Fritz was a woman you found particularly interesting for two reasons.

1. She was the first to be turned into a titan and was the catalyst for all the disaster humanity had been facing for a millennia.

2. She had been stuck for a bit over 2,000 years.

Stuck in a seemingly eternal prison where she rebuilt titans every hour of the day, forever. Not once had you ever seen her do anything but create those disgusting-looking creatures; she could’ve done anything else, but she didn’t. She just stayed there. Never had you ever seen anything this pitiful. She’s only human, standing still and doomed to live, pushing buckets of sand uphill. Only human after all, so she gives while they take, hoping someone will help break her fall. You found it sad, to say the least. You gave her the ability to see the future as an apology for essentially causing her demise, but she was just stuck, waiting for someone to free her.

“She’s too depressing…I’ll look at someone else.” You muttered, frowning as you watched the woman reconstruct yet another titan.

You walked to another mirror, one that showed the scouts inside Shiganshina. They were attempting to take the district back. They charged forward toward the Beast Titan, not once backing down. It was a shame that large rocks were being hurled at them. You watched intently as their bodies flew off their horses; heads were crushed, blood was splattered everywhere, and an odd little blonde man sat inside a mutated monkey costume. Laughing as he watched the massacre he caused, treating it as a friendly game of baseball. This whole thing seemed to be a bit unnecessary, these people didn’t need to die, but they did.

“Poor things, they will pray, curse, live, die.” And pray they did. Those who were still charging but were unlucky enough to witness the deaths around them began to realize that there was no escape. Some others cursed Erwin for leading them here. They stayed breathing for a few more moments, but soon they died. You shivered at the thought of a flying rock being the cause of your death. “It’s quite sad though,” you said to yourself. “They all died, never knowing their truth was another man’s lie.” The walls of Paradis Island were a lie, as was every history book within those walls. There were lively civilizations beyond the walls, but alas, the scouts were long gone and they’d never be able to know this fact.

Perhaps the future would be more interesting to watch? You turned around and faced the mirror which formerly stood behind you. In it, a very bleak image of Eren was shown. He had somehow ended up locked in a cell. Amused, you observed as he muttered to himself. You could read his mind clearly: “What have I become?” he thought. The moment you read this, you burst out laughing, the soil and mountains of the planet shaking in sync with your laughter. “He’s only human; he doesn’t see that who he is, is who he’ll always be; he’s only human, after all!” How silly of him to think humans are capable of change.

Ah, Eren and Ymir. The only reason you have yet to smite these two out of their misery is because of how dedicated they are. Eren to saving his loved ones, and Ymir to saving herself. They gave and they took 'til their silly hearts broke. Humanity was so interesting to you, especially these two. You stared into the mirror once more and saw Ymir looking down at the two sand buildings she had made. It wasn’t titans this time; it was Mikasa and Eren. You were intrigued by their love, and for as long as you had observed humanity you never understood why they did so many crazy things for love. It seemed as if Ymir was interested too.

You shook your head and began to walk away from the mirrors toward the exit but stopped momentarily; one of the mirrors had caught your eye. This one also showed the future; in it, Mikasa and Eren shared a kiss… “Humans never fail to amuse me.” You sighed and walked out of the mirror room. Not a thing you did could change these creatures. They’re only human, after all.

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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 8 months

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While I know Kinktober is typically a month long thing, I know I won’t be able to do a fic a day for 31 days. But I still want to do it, ya know?

That being said! I’m going to write two fullish length fics from the top two voted picks.

Reblogs and stuff are appreciated for a wider range of participants :)

If you want to be tagged in the two that I write just drop a comment on this post!

#midnightkinktober #ichigo smut #grimmjow smut #itachi smut #mitsuya takashi smut #draken smut #kakashi smut #tokyo revengers smut #naruto smut #bleach smut

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violetarks · 2 years

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"you're fucking dead now."

anime: tokyo revengers

character: sano 'mikey' manjiro, mitsuya takashi

summary: the true killer of sano emma has stepped forward, and y/n has no intention of letting him off easy.

warnings: see masterlist

taglist: @chaoticyuna @eriskaitto @kenmas-xbox @chosoisbaby @rinsie @kamikoii @achoomoos @netzukochannn @tomanprincess @ultraviolencezs @rqnslut @sugusshi @kenkenmaaa

"Can you aim it right?" 17-year-old Mitsuya questions, leaning against a tree a few feet away. He watches as Y/N examines her gun again, a silencer set right on the barrel. It was her birthday present that she unwrapped yesterday, from Sanzu himself. She rolls it on and checks her mag. "I don't trust Sanzu to teach you. He just shoots off and hopes for the best."

A newly 16-year-old Y/N glances to him from the targets set up by Draken. "I can aim just fine, thank you very much." She retorts, tightening the silencer and holding out her weapon, "And Sanzu said I'm pretty much a pro at this point. You've seen me shoot things."

"Yeah. You nearly shot Hakkai when he interrupted your practice." He deadpans, tilting his head down to her, "Maybe you should leave the bullets to Sanzu."

Y/N gives a large sigh, facing the targets on the tree stumps further away from her, "This puts me on the level beneath Mikey. If I have this, then I'm strong."

Everyone knew how Mitsuya felt about violence. He stands there, arms crossed over his chest and holding onto his arms tightly. He never liked watching his friend be like this, so determined to be stronger than what she was. Y/N's strength lived in her respect for and from others, and how she never gave up. He's watched her get thrown to the ground by Draken and Chifuyu multiple times, just for her to get stronger. While she wasn't strong enough to defeat the Vice, Chifuyu found it harder and harder to contain her. She was... admirable. But he never liked why she did what she did.

It was always Mikey. She had to be better than Mikey. She needed to be better than Mikey. She could never just be herself.

"Alright. Go ahead." Mitsuya says.

A deep breath. And she shoots. There are seven targets, painted on different cans of empty cat food that Chifuyu kindly gave to them to use. Five of them get knocked over. The last two are dented in the side, slightly sliding in their spot. A click leaves Y/N's mouth.

"Shit."

"That's good." Mitsuya praises, standing by her with a hand on her shoulder, "At least you hit them. You don't always have to be on target, as long as you do some damage." He lifts his hand and walks over, examining the still standing cans. "Sometimes it's better to do less damage."

Y/N stares at the back of his head and his movement. She shoves her gun back into her holster and stands beside him. "Do you think that Toman is getting better, or worse?" She questions, holding the can in her palm and rubbing her thumb over the dent.

"Better. For sure." He replies in no time, "You've grown the gang, and we've filled our Divisions to the max, we'll have to wither shuffle people around or start a new group. And everyone who has belittled you, now works for you. I think it's better."

She puts the cans down as Mitsuya does, walking back to their spot as new targets take place. She lifts her gun. "But they'd rather work for Mikey than for his ex-girlfriend."

One, two, three, four, five, six targets down. One hit.

"If I don't get more valuable, then I'll die out like he did."

One, two, three, four, five, six targets down. One miss.

"I can't let them down."

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven down.

Mitsuya puts the damaged cans in the trash bag, seeing Y/N rolling off the silencer. It's been an hour of practice. She puts her things away and makes her way with Mitsuya to their bikes.

"You know." He begins, turning his bike on, "You remind me of Shinichiro."

She feels her heart pick up when the name is mentioned.

"He was a weak king, but never gave up." Mitsuya claims, seeing Y/N trace the tiger on her bike, "But the difference between you and him, is that you are trying to be Mikey. He was himself."

Sometimes, Y/N hated how right Mitsuya was.

She found him staring and watching her, all the time. Almost like a constant analysation of his Commander. Even when she shut herself in after that Halloween, he was there to see how she was doing. Y/N could hate him, more like she wanted to hate him, just because he was so observant. She hated all of it.

Y/N shakes her keys in her hands.

"I'm going to visit Kazutora, I'll meet you at home." She says, driving in the opposite way as Mitsuya was.

17-year-old Hanemiya Y/N's gun is smoking from the barrel. Yells have stopped as Kisaki Tetta falls to the ground. Hanma slowly turns to the person laying slightly behind him, watching as the blood pools around his body. Part of him is speechless, and the other part feels his heart beating faster than ever.

His eyes land on Y/N, who is wide eyed, watching Kisaki. Her gun is still aimed at him, not letting up just in case he would still move. Hanma grits his teeth, fists clenched.

"What an idiot..." He mumbles to himself.

"HANMA!" Draken shouts loudly, charging towards him almost immediately as the realisation falls upon him. Hanma steps back only for Draken to throw a punch to to his face. He grabs Hanma's shirt, repeatedly punching his cheek. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Y/N's eyes stay on Kisaki, palms hot against the handle.

Lemaire has his eyes on her as she stands in front of him, shoulders strong and gun still aimed at the body on the floor. He has never killed anyone himself, actually. It had always been someone else's actions that he just so happened to be behind. Lèmeiux was older than Lemaire, and being Lemaire's brother's right-hand man, he was more experienced when it came to dealing with traitors and punishing them.

But killing someone with the blood on his hands?

Lemaire had no idea.

Lèmeiux is kneeling beside his Commander, being free of Draken's hold. He places a gentle hand onto his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He mutters, facing him fully, "Merde... your nose is definitely broken."

Lemaire waves him away, wiping the blood from his chin. "Who the Hell are those two?" He questions, nodding towards Hanma and Kisaki. He had no clue what they were up to, but he already did not like them at all. They seemed to be the reason why Y/N was going crazy. "I have never seen them before."

"I don't know, but I got a feeling that they got something to do with the two guys from the Second Unit." Lèmeiux states, standing with his boss and looking at Draken currently tackling Hanma to the ground, and Y/N's aim continuing to be on Kisaki. He was referring to the incident within Clair de Lune where two members from the Second Unit were sent to the hospital with their uniforms stolen. It leaves a bad taste on his tongue. "Toman is full of snakes, it seems."

"It's just them two." Lemaire responds, his broken face turning serious, "Without them, Toman would be perfect."

He's never known about the civil wars in Toman. Kisaki and Hanma, they flew under their radar. Everyone's radar. Except for Toman. How the Hell did two people seem to be so invisible? Either the two of them were incredible smart and sneaky, or they mattered too little for anyone else to notice. Lemaire had a feeling it was the first.

Mitsuya and Mikey are in the front of the crowd. Neither of them can believe what was going on. The sound of gasps all around them had rung out, along with the sound of the shot itself. But they can't utter a single word, Y/N doesn't waver. She still looks ready to go, but she's holding herself back. Kisaki would have to be six feet under for her to stop.

"You asshole!" Draken shouts, drawing another punch with his already bloodied fists, "I fucking hope you survive after this, so that I can you the fuck up all over again. You'll regret ever being born."

Hanma laughs in his face, blocking a punch and kneeing Draken in the stomach, "Oh please, I'm living my fucking life so I don't have to regret it." The smile on his face makes Draken fume. He pulls back, hands burning. "You couldn't fuck me up even if you tried, Ken."

Draken throws his knuckles at Hanma's jaw. "Don't fucking call me that." He scowls, lifting him up from his collar. Hanma falls a little at the sudden and harsh action, slipping on his hands and knees. "You took Emma from me. I'll never forgive you or Kisaki. You two can burn in Hell for all I care."

And he gives another smirk. Hanma pushes against Draken's shoulders, hard. "You sending me off to see her for you?" He chuckles.

Draken swears that he is a good man, but Hanma... he is testing that.

"He's gonna' kill him." Chifuyu mentions, his chest heaving as his body calms down from the fighting.

"Y/N might shoot if we move." Takemichi says, gesturing to the leader in front of them, "She's... angry." There's this feeling of fear that emits from him.

Last time Y/N looked this upset, it was because someone in her club ruined her nearly finished project. Instead of taking it out on them, she asked to fight Mitsuya and was so close to winning if it wasn't for the fact that Mitsuya realised she was being serious.

"She won't shoot us." Mitsuya states, "She's got good enough aim. And she's only angry at Hanma and Kisaki."

Still, that doesn't make them feel any better. Mitsuya himself is scared. He doesn't like how Y/N is still holding her weapon, or the fact that she brought it at all. It was this precaution that she always thought of, and always carried around with her where she needed. He hated that thing.

Mikey is keeping his eyes on Draken. While Y/N was in no way hurt, his best friend was in danger. Hanma was a sneaky little shit, and he always had something up his sleeve. Kisaki would tell him to have a plan B, C, D and everything after that. He didn't trust those two one bit.

Y/N begins to take her step towards Kisaki as Draken launches another flurry of punches to his opponent. With a deep breath, she lowers her gun and walks over to him.

"I've always hated you, Kisaki." She mutters out, pistol held tightly in her hand. She knits her brows as she glares down at him on the floor. Pathetic and unmoving. It makes her sick. "Ever since you became a part of Toman all those years ago, I've hated you. And I don't hate a lot of people."

She lifts her boot and shoves it into Kisaki's chest. He lets out a bloodied cough. She looks disappointed.

"Fuck you." She sighs, leaning onto the foot heaving into his body, "I wish I didn't miss. Your heart is just a few inches away."

Kisaki places a hand on around her ankle, weak and trying. He's unable to push her off, the pain is too much. He can't manage to get his breathing under control, and he is getting no mercy from the girl above him.

Shit.

He should've killed Y/N like Hanma said to do. He said that if they just eliminated Y/N, then they could take over Toman themselves. Hanma or Kisaki could've killed her whenever they saw her at school. She had no people around to protect her, no gun, no motorcycle to escape with. She was alone. And she was vulnerable. There were so many chances he could've taken. He should've shot her and Draken in the back of their heads while they waited for Emma. That girl wouldn't have done a thing.

Killing Emma might've been a start, but Y/N was going to end him now.

Y/N leans down, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging him up harshly. He winces as she lowers her voice. "Emma is better than the both of us, you didn't deserve to even breath the same air as her. How dare you do this?" She scowls, lifting her gun. With a quick movement, she bashes the bottom of her handle against Kisaki's jaw. "Pray for your life and apologise. Beg for me to let you live, even though I will never do that. Go out with some sense of respect."

He's heaving to get a decent breath, but the way her heel digs into his chest and her fingers wringing his hair is making it hard. Kisaki can't think of anything. Anything to get him out of this alive. He looks to the side. Hanma is practically passed out with Draken kicking him in the stomach repeatedly. The two of them are beat.

Kisaki looks back to Y/N, who could kill him with that gaze. He sends a glare back. "You didn't deserve everything you got after Mikey left." He states, "Everything you were handed, you were just given all the power because Mikey had a thing for you. You... You are nothing without him. You'll never be anything more than his ex."

Everyone can hear them. And for anyone who didn't know Kisaki before, they know what he can be like now. This manipulative, whining liar who never gets his way. And Hanma, his lap dog. But with everything they've heard about Y/N, there's never been a worse thing to say to her.

Y/N stares at him.

Who the Hell did he think he was?

Who the Hell did he think he was talking to?

She stands up, tugging him up as she lifts her foot off of him. Kisaki grunts as he gets pulled to his knees. Y/N stands in front of him blood sprayed across her uniform from her run-in with Lemaire. He looks up at her, hand pressing against his shoulder and trying to stop the pain.

"You'll be nothing more than the dirt beneath my shoe." She responds, "You're a follower, you think that having Hanma means that you're invincible. You don't do shit, and you aren't shit. Don't talk down to me like you're better. I can be ten times the man you think you are."

Without another word, she brings the end of her gun to his forehead. Kisaki holds his breath, staring right back at her, as if to challenge the girl. Y/N is having none of it.

The gun rotates until the barrel is in her palm. And she draws back her hand, striking his face with the gun as if it was a bat. She goes back and forth, swinging with all her might. Kisaki has no time to think, too little strength to stop. His glasses are broken on the floor beside him.

Mikey can feel some flashbacks coming through. The sight of Y/N and Kisaki, is the exact same one as Kazutora and himself.

It goes for a few more minutes before Draken finally lays his eyes on his Commander. Y/N is seeing red, this... dark impulse surrounds her. And he's knocked back into reality, the fact that he can't allow her to go on. He lifts himself up from Hanma, giving him one last scowl before walking towards Y/N.

His footsteps are heard from where she stands. "You want a couple hits before we end him?" She questions, voice without hesitation. She doesn't think twice about what she implies. "I want him to suffer."

She gets one last hit before her wrist is stopped, held by Draken behind her. She doesn't say anything, looking over her shoulder to him, Kisaki still in front of her with his head hung low. Y/N's expression doesn't change, she still looks furious, fingers tight around the barrel. Nobody dares to breathe louder than the rest of the crowd. It's too intense, with all eyes on Y/N.

"Let go of me." She orders. She's never used that tone before, and her wrist is straining against Draken's hand. Her handle is bloodied and dropping with red from Kisaki's face. Nothing can satisfy her thirst for revenge.

He shakes his head. "Stop that. Look at what you're doing." He retorts. The blood trickles down his wrist as well.

"Are you saying I shouldn't kill this bastard?" She says, holding tighter onto her gifted weapon, "Why does he deserve to live? I have every right to split his skull open right now."

A kick pulls back and launches against the side of Kisaki's head.

"Stop to fucking think for a second, Y/N." Draken demands, getting more frustrated by the second. Because she is right, they have every right to be mad at him and want him gone. He himself was ready to throw that guy in a dumpster fire. "He's done. Emma... didn't want this for you."

She's glaring at the top of Kisaki's head. "Don't tell me what Emma wanted." She huffs back, pulling her hand out of his grasp, "She told me all of that. And none of it is gonna' happen because this asshole took her away from us." She places her boot against Kisaki's shoulder and shoves him back. "You ruined my life, so I'll take yours."

"Y/N—" Draken begins, loud.

"What?" She shouts back, turning around with her gun barrel held tightly in her palms.

But as she lands her gaze on her Second-in-Command, her eyes widen and her tighten fists loosen that little bit.

Draken holds his breath, a sharp pain in his lower back. Once a second passes, he feels something get pulled out of his skin.

"Fuck..." Hanma chitters, dropping the bloodied knife to the floor as he takes a few steps back, "That was easier than I thought."

Draken turns around, throwing an arm out and knocking Hanma onto his rear. A great huff comes from him, "I'll fucking kill you!"

"You can't do that if you're already dead yourself, Ken." Hanma retorts, laying on his back and looking to the sky.

"DRAKEN!" Toman yells, voices loud and booming across the area.

"Kenny..." Mikey says, pushing passed Mitsuya and gradually jogging towards his best friend.

Mitsuya stands still for a few seconds. "What the Hell....?" He mumbles to himself, "What is this...?" He walks towards him as well, soon picking up speed and running.

The Vice Commander scowls, shivers going up his spine as the pain surges through his body. A fall to his knee is what makes Y/N run step towards him.

"Draken?" She mutters out, gun back in its holster and placing her hands on his shoulders. The guy is coughing blood onto the floor, making her heart beat faster with anxiety.

She kneels in front of him, holding his shoulders up. He can't sit up straight. Mikey comes to his side soon enough, panicked and not knowing what to do. Mitsuya is behind Draken, examining the stab wound. It's deep, too deep. The kind of wound that you'd expect someone to pass out from because of all the pain. But Draken is here, awake. Slightly.

Mitsuya looks towards Mikey, a solemn expression. Mikey clenches his jaw and grips harder onto Draken's sleeve.

"It's fine, it's fine, we'll take you to the hospital, it's fine. You're fine. You'll be okay." Y/N states, looking him dead in the eye with her voice shaking. Draken stares back at her, blank, with blood dripping from his mouth. Y/N can't help the way her eyes are burning, or how her chest tightens at the scene. "You're listening to me, right?"

"Y/N." He replies, lifting a heavy hand up to her. She furrows her brows with a frown, his palm now resting on top of her head. "It's okay."

"This is not okay! Emma's not coming back, so you have to!" She retorts, shaking his shoulders frantically.

Mikey leans back in his spot. "Kenny." He calls. Draken turns to his childhood friend. "I'm sorry."

The taller man holds his laboured breath for a moment. And then smiles, letting out a chuckle, "You ass, waiting up until this point to tell me." Mikey doesn't say anything to that. In return, Draken tilts his head down. "I forgave you once I saw Emma hug you. You can rest easy now."

Mikey lets out a long sigh, nodding his head once.

"Mitsuya." Draken speaks up, making the 19-year-old behind him turn his head. The lavender-haired boy gives a short hum in acknowledgement. "Thanks for saving Y/N. Please continue to help her."

"I will." Replies Mitsuya, who wipes his cheeks from tears.

"Y/N—"

"Shut up." She responds, punching a fist into the hard concrete beneath her. Tears pool in her eyes and she glares towards Draken. "I don't want to hear it from you. I... fuck."

Draken grunts, bonking the top of her head, "Listen to me, idiot. Emma's funeral speech... Could you read mine for me?" Her expression softens, until her lips are parted and her brows are lifted. "It would mean a lot. To me, and to Emma."

She can't decline his request. If she did, it'd haunt her for the rest of her life. Y/N only takes his fist off of her head and responds, "I will."

"Thank you—" Draken is interrupted by a fit of coughs. He covers it with his hand, now covering the skin with red. He doesn't look regretful or panicked, not how Y/N, Mikey and Mitsuya look right at this second.

Draken only lays his hands on his lap, staring at his bloodied palms and knuckles. He wouldn't want to leave any other way. His friends are beside him, and he will be seeing Baji, Kazutora... and most importantly, he'll be with her.

"I'm on my way, Emma."

Silence.

"Kenny?"

Silence.

Y/N holds her breath. And stands up.

Her tears are now dried along her cheeks, anything still wet being wiped off her face with the back of her hand.

She doesn't look sad anymore.

Draken is cold and he sits there, blood etching from his back onto the ground around him. He can't say anything to Y/N anymore. No more 'think before you act', or 'at least look presentable'. Draken is gone now.

She doesn't know what to do.

If the people she cares about are dropping one by one, then who will be the last person?

Next thing she knows, it might be Mikey, or Mitsuya, or Hina, or Takemichi, or Chifuyu... They could all be next.

"You're fucking dead now." She spits out venomously, sliding her handgun out from her holster. She walks towards Kisaki, who had sit up to watch the whole thing play out. Throughout their many years of planning and trying to gain control of Toman, they had never managed to kill any of the Commanders. Not even when Takemichi was a Commander. Y/N kicks him upside the chin, making Kisaki yelp and fall back. Her gun is aimed at his head. "I'd kill you with my bear hands, but I don't want to get infected by a piece of shit like you."

"Go throw yourself onto the highway." Kisaki scowls back, scornful expression on his face. His glasses as sitting a few feet away, broken and bent. He doesn't bother reaching for them.

Y/N squints at him. And lifts her gun to check her magazine. Half-empty. With a satisfied overlook, she clicks the mag back into her weapon.

"Your mother made the mistake of having you." She tells Kisaki. He grits his teeth. Seething. "I'll fix it for her."

And just as she's about to squeeze the trigger, a hand falls on top of her shoulder. Her finger relaxes, unwillingly.

"Wait." He says beside her, "Just wait a second."

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Yandere! Bonten reacting to upset darling who gives them the cold shoulder

includes: Sanzu, Mikey, Ran, RIndou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: Minors don’t interact. Intense yandere themes. Use of restraints (Sanzu). Mention of punishment/knives (Ran). Mention of punishment (Rindou). Violence (Kakucho). Suggestive language/implied noncon (Akashi). Violence, use of gun and blood (Mikey)

SANZU

“Dinners ready, darling!” Sanzu sounds way too excited for a man who quite literally has you locked up in his room. You’ve been chained to the bedpost in your shared bedroom, and right now he’s the last person you want to see.

Sanzu walks closer to you, a manic smile on his face as he reaches to undo the chain. You shy away from his touch and he clicks his tongue and grabs your ankle with a tug.

“Stay fucking still.”

“Sanzu?” He ignores you and your voice shakes as you repeat yourself. “Sanzu, I already ate. I’m not hungry. And I’m tired. I just want to go to bed. Can you please.. please let me go to bed?” He likes begging. You think maybe tagging on an extra ‘please’ will get you out of this situation. You’d do anything to get out of eating with him.

“I don’t give a shit, sweetheart. I don’t care if you’ve eaten enough to last five lifetimes. You’re eating fucking dinner with me, and you’ll stay obedient like always.”

He drags you to the formal dining room of his penthouse and shoves you into one of the chairs. Your hips scrape up against the marble top, and you know it’s going to leave a bruise. He chains you to the chair and then drags it as close as possible to his chair at the head of the table.

Every time you move or squirm, the chain on your ankle rattles.

Sanzu brings a bite full of food near your mouth, but you turn your head away.

“Princess, you’re gonna eat what I give you or I'll do it the hard way and I’m begging you to let me do it the hard way. Test my patience, darling, and see where it gets you.”

You can feel the skin around your ankle tearing with the force of you pulling at it. There’s no way out. There never is. You’ve tried them all at this point and Sanzu’s taking great pleasure in watching the emotions on your face as you come to this conclusion.

“I’m not hungry, Haru.” You whisper

“I didn’t ask if you were.”

You know if you push further, it’ll earn you another week-long punishment. And judging from how last week went, it’ll be much much worse.

You can’t deny him, you can’t even push back anymore. There’s no hiding anything from Sanzu and that’s why he just laughs when a tear escapes the corner of your eye.

He reached forward and brushes the tear away with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips and licking it from his finger.

“Mmmm.” He flashes you a crazed grin. “I love the taste of your sorrow. And I love how you can’t hide it from me.”

RAN

“You’ll get your ass out here right now darling, or I’ll drag you out.” Ran’s voice sounds light and teasing but you know the hidden threat behind his words. He’d do much more than drag you out of the room, and the thought makes you seize up in fear.

You tried to get out of dinner. Made up every excuse in the book, but Ran was too perceptive. He knew your emotions too well and when you tried to tell him you weren’t feeling up to it, he just laughed into your face and told you “Your feelings aren't going to ruin the perfect dinner date I set up for us”

So you’re left with your last wall of defense: acting like a brat towards Ran and hoping your cold demeanor will deter his advances.

You should have known how naive that thinking was. All the way to the restaurant he’s rubbing up on you. He’s got you placed on his lap during the car ride there. The partition in the limo was rolled up all the way so that Ran could touch you shamelessly in peace.

When you got to the restaurant he has you so close to his body, you almost feel like you’re suffocating. You know he can’t really do anything in a public restaurant though, so you curse him out under your breath. Every time one of his hands is too close to your thigh, you grab it and push it away.

Eventually, Ran gets tired of this game and he grabs at your waist, hauling you into his lap. Your once rigid body is now squirming in discomfort and Rans hot breath is brushing up against your neck.

“You’re so fucking cute when you struggle.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fuck off, Ran. I don’t want you touchi- ahhh” You gasp and choke on your sudden intake of breath as Ran’s fingers dig into the knife marks that litter your torso. He’d meticulously cut into your skin last night and the pain was still raw. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears or cries for help. So you just bite down on your lip and endured the torment through the rest of dinner.

When you get back to the penthouse you immediately shake off Ran’s hold and go to your shared room. Ran doesn’t follow and you’re beyond thankful for that because as soon as you hit the pillow you break down. You had put on a strong front all night but it was finally too much. Shoving your face into the pillow, you try to stifle your sobs and gasps.

Ran is in the living room relaxing, a glass of whisky in hand as he thinks about how your night went. You still act like a brat no matter what he does, and it’s begining to get exhausting. As he’s thinking about how he can punish you for tonight's bad behavior, he hears muffled cries coming from his bedroom. Ran laughs softly knowing his strong little darling is starting to break down.

RINDOU

You’re seated on the edge of your bed staring at your reflection in the mirror across from you. Your thigh burns under your dress from where Rindou had punished you last night. Every time you slightly move, your dress scratches up against the burn and you wince.

Rindou walks out of the bathroom of your shared bedroom and stares at you for a second.

“Why aren't you finished getting ready? Put your shoes on. Our reservation is in less than an hour.” His voice is stern. But you speak up anyway.

“I- I don’t really feel like going out tonight Rin. I don’t feel well. I think.. maybe I’m sick...” You hope the shake in your voice sounds like that of nausea instead of the pain and fear you’re really trying to hide.

Rin levels you with a look. You know he’s perceptive. You know that if you don’t pull off this fake sickness, he’ll know you were crying from last night's punishment. And Rin hates nothing more than when you sulk over punishments. Especially if they occurred a whole day prior.

He’s practical. Always has been. And he expects you to take your punishments like a good girl and then learn from them. But last night was worse than usual. And you don’t think you can handle an entire dinner with him. Pretending to be lovers while your leg burns from his vile actions. Walking out in the real world where freedom would be so close yet so far. No. You couldn’t do it. And your heart seizes up when Rindou begins to walk towards you.

He stands directly in front of you and grips your chin- forcing your neck at an odd angle to look into his eyes. His voice is low.

“If we don’t make this dinner reservation you will make this up to me. Understand, darling?”

Your stomach sinks and all you can do is nod. He tightens his grip for a second and then he lets go. Rindou doesn’t miss the tears that fall from your eyes as he turns to leave you alone in the room.

KOKONOI

Your hands rub up and down your arms soothing the bruises from last night’s fight. They still throb- you didn't realize in the moment how strong of a grip Kokonoi had. But the pain is impossible to shake off, and instead, you opt for laying on your bed curled up instead.

You had plans to go out tonight with Koko to one of Bonten’s luxury restaurants. He was going to take you to do some light shopping afterward to treat you as well. But you can’t find the energy to get up and get ready. Not when your arms feel like lead and the memory of Koko’s furious eyes was burned into your memory.

The door of the bedroom opens up and you know it’s Koko. Your back is turned, but the tension in the air is palpable and you can’t tell what Koko is feeling.

“Princess?” his voice doesn’t sound cold or harsh. There’s a tint of concern to it, and you think maybe tonight will be one of his better nights. “What’re you doing? It’s 6 pm, why are you in bed? We have to leave soon.”

He sits down on his side of the bed and reaches over to brush his fingers across your skin. You try to stop the flinch but it’s impossible and you can feel Koko’s eyes narrowing.

You shake slightly and decide to speak up. “I don’t feel well Koko… and it’s cold out tonight. Can we skip dinner for another day?”

He looks at your shaking formm and his heart softens a bit. The weather had been awful lately, and it wasn’t expected to clear up tonight. His sympathy has him agreeing to your request. “Course, princess. I don’t want to drag you out if you don’t feel well.”

Unbeknownst to him, your shaking wasn’t because of the awful weather. You’d been reminiscing about missing your old and friends all day, not only that, his presence behind you was terrifying. It was too much to handle.

Koko scoots closer to you and brings your head to his lap. He strokes your skin gently as your breathing begins to level out. While you start to drift off, Koko notices a tear slip out of the corner of your eye. Yea, Koko thinks. It’s better to stay in tonight anyway. If his darling wasn’t feeling well he had to shelter her. It was dangerous outside. His grip on you tightens, protecting you is the only thing on his mind.

KAKUCHO

Last night was bad. Really bad. The worst night you’d had since you met Kakucho. It was late, and you were reading on the couch in the living room waiting for Kakucho to get off the phone with a subordinate. He was in his home office and from the sound of Kakucho’s yelling, the subordinate fucked up.

The door of his office swings open and Kakucho storms over to you. He looks beyond enraged, and you shrink further into the couch to brace yourself from his fury.

“Get up. We’re going to bed.”

Normally Kakucho is levelheaded, and you’ve never seen him like this before. In order to calm him down, you try to sound as gentle as you can when you speak.

“Kaku, can I stay up a few minutes? I’m on my last-“ you let out a shriek as Kakucho grabs your wrist hard and jerks you up. “Kaku! My -my wrist!” Violent pain shoots up your arm and you let out a loud sob.

Kakucho had broken a bone in your wrist. And your night ended with you in the ER, stammering some sort of excuse to the doctor about how you tripped and hurt your wrist, Kakucho’s hawk-like gaze trained on you the whole time.

That was last night. And tonight Kakucho had made a special dinner to apologize for breaking your wrist. He didn’t mean to break it. He had no intention of hurting you ever. But he had been worked aggravated already from his underlings incompetance and he couldn’t stand your talk back in the moment.

You couldn’t forget the pain though, or the vicious look in his eyes from last night. It terrified you. And you didn’t want to sit through a whole dinner, staring at him when all you could imagine was his wrath. What if it had been worse? It was your wrist last night, but what if he did it again in the future and your neck was the thing he decided to grab?

“Kakucho..” you mumble as you shuffle into the kitchen. “I’m really tired tonight.. can we do the dinner another time?” Your eyes are trained to the floor, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Oh. Ah… of course, love. I’ll save it for tomorrow. Go get some rest.” He places a kiss on top of your head, but he doesn’t miss your slight flinch. And later that night when he’s getting ready for bed, he definitely doesn’t miss the way that your side of the pillow is soaked in tears.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

Akashi’s grip tightens on your hip every time you squirm. You’re seated on his lap at the dinner table of his penthouse. Every so often he’ll lift his chopsticks to your mouth urging you to take a bite of food.

His hand travels down to your thighs and you quickly snap them shut before he reaches his destination. He lets out a low chuckle whispering into your neck.

“Let me touch you, princess. You don’t want to upset me hmm?”

Your heart beat picks up but you spread your legs a bit and Akashi wastes no time running his fingers all up and down your skin. He can’t keep his hands off of them. You let out small noises of discontent when Akashi presses his fingers on the burn and bite marks that are littered on your inner thigh.

“Do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, baby. Or I’ll give you more of these tonight.” He presses hard on one last burn mark and you squirm in his grip.

Akashi continues to feed you after his assault. It’s too much. Feeding you at the same time as the slight throbbing on your thighs. You’re not hungry. Your appetite is completely gone from remembering your actions of last night.

Akashi pressing you into the bed. Akashi’s lips kissing up your legs and making your skin sear all over. Not in a good way though- making your whole body burn with dread.

You can’t escape these thoughts and if you don’t get out of his grasp soon, you know you’ll do something you’ll regret.

“Takeomi?” You turn your head around to slightly to look him in the eye. Your hand comes up to thumb at his scar. Physical affection tends to soften him up, and if you want to leave you know you’ll have to let him indulge in your touch just a little bit more.

“Can I go to the bedroom? I’m full, and I’m ready to rest.”

He gives you a hard look, one that makes you want to melt away from his gaze. But you stay still, not averting your eyes until he responds.

“You can leave if you give me a kiss.”

Your heart beats a bit as you lean in. If this is what you have to do to get out of his grasp, then you’ll just have to endure. The kiss is searing and rough. Akashi’s large hand grips the back of your neck and his teeth tug at your lips violently. You can feel the tears building up as he kisses you further. And when he pulls back it’s all you can do but get up off his lap and walk quickly out of the room.

Later when Akashi slots himself behind you in your shared bed and leans over to kiss your cheek, he spots the tear streaks there. You’ve been asleep for a long time already but they stick to your skin like a ruined painting. Akashi can’t help but smile to himself at the sight of your despair.

MIKEY

Curled up on the chaise lounge in Mikey’s office, waiting for him to be done for the day, your thoughts begin to wander.

Yesterday Mikey had business with some lower executive from another gang. The man wouldn’t stop looking at you during the whole meeting, and for the first time ever you were seeking out Mikey’s comfort. Your head was tucked into Mikey’s chest and your hands were shaking. When Mikey stepped away for a second to gather something from his desk, the other man approached. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and that was just enough to set Mikey off.

Blood covered the floor, and your shriek was still ringing through the air. Tears pooled down your face and as you tried to avert your eyes from the violent mess in front of you. Mikey had shot the guy. Mikey had shot him, just because he touched you.

Mikey turns to you, gun still dangling from his fingertips.”If they touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking kill them all.” His voice is void of all emotion.

Even though it’s a new day you can’t shake that whole scene out of your memory. So when Mikey steps towards your figure on the lounge, you shrink from his touch.

“Time to go darling. We’ve got our dinner reservations soon.” He tugs at your wrist but you don’t get up. Mikey turns to look back at you and narrows his eyes. “You disobeying me now? Is that it?”

“No Mikey.. I.. it’s just..” you’re eyes are looking anywhere but him and all you can think about is the way he killed that man in front of you last night. He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him- a silent command to speak up.

“Can we got back to the penthouse instead? I- I’m not hungry tonight.” Your voice trails off. His his tightens his grasp on you, then he nods firmly.

His grip doesn’t leave yours until you get back to your bedroom. And you’ve been separated maybe a minute before he's pressed you up against the counter of your bathroom. His back to yours, staring at your reflection through the mirror. You fidget a bit and turn to look away from him.

“First you don’t want to eat with me, now you’re shying away from my touch. What’s going on darling?” His voice is dark and a hand comes up to grab at your neck.

All you can see is the blood. Your eyes slip shut and it’s still burned in your vision. Mikey. Blood seeping out of a body. The sound of a gun.

“Nothing Mikey. Please I’m just tired… please can I just go to bed?”

He levels you with another look before he pushes you away. “You’ll tell me tomorrow. Whether you want to or not.” You scurry over to the bed and shut the lamp off. Mikey stares at your body trembling underneath the sheets. You belong to him, your body, your mind, and and every thought that passes through your pretty little head. If you’re unwillling to submit to him, then he’ll just have to rip you apart until you do.

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musicality<3

Musicals, Singers, Bands Masterlist (this will be very few :( ) BROADWAY: Hamilton: The Musical: Alexander Hamilton John Laurens Marquis de Lafayette Hercules Mulligan Thomas Jefferson James Madison King George the Third Samuel Seabury Philip Hamilton In the Heights: Usnavi Benny Nina Vanessa Heathers: The Musical Veronica Heather Chandler Heather Duke Heather McNamara JD Kurt Ram Grease: Danny Kenickie Doody Putzie Sonny Female characters ( m!reader, friends, siblings only!) SINGERS AND BANDS: (this will be veryyy feww) ~singers~ olivia rodrigo billie eilish taylor swift harry styles niall horran ~bands~ maneskin - damiano david - victoria de angelis - ethan torchio - thomas raggi

#music #fanfic #maneskin fanfiction #xreader #1d #dd #or #be #ts #hs #nh #tr #vda #et

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severusish · 2 years

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The Language of Fanfiction and Fandoms: some vocabulary for folks who are new to this

For those of you who are new to the Fandom/Fanfiction world, or if you’re still confused about all the different terms we use, here’s a little rundown of useful things to know:

List of terms:

Fanfiction: an original work inspired by or made in response to or in admiration of or to continue the storyline of a pre-existing fictional work/TV series/film/novel/novel series/cartoon/etc.

Fanfic: short for a work of fanfiction

Fic: short for fanfic.

Fandom: the community of people/groups/individuals who are fans of a particular work of fiction or a set of characters or one character in particular.

Universe: the original realm/reality /setting of a story/series/TV show/film/novel.

OU: means pretty much the same. = Original Universe.

AU: alternate universe. For example, you could write a Pride and Prejudice AU where Darcy and Elizabeth work together in a law firm. OTP: one true pairing. Your favorite couple/couples/throuples/any-ples from fiction.

NOTP: the pairing you really don’t like.

Ship: to ship/a ship/shipping/shipped/shipper(s). A ship is a pairing of characters (or more than two characters) from a TV/novel series or book/film that you really like. ‘Shipping’ two or more people means that you can see them being together. Saying ‘I ship them’ also works. Usually, ships are made official by combining the names of the characters to create a ship name. Examples of ships: Rumbelle, Snucissa, Drarry, WandaVision, etc etc etc etc. Sometimes a ship is created, but the characters weren’t together or couldn’t be together in the canon.

Canon: the original version of the story/series/book/film. Headcanon/HC: the way you imagine a character/a story/event/specific element of the canon to be in your head

Before the start of a chapter or after the end of a chapter, you can include your Author’s Note (AN or A/N) to introduce the chapter or thank people for your reviews. A/N+ or AN+ = addition to the original AN.

A beta reader is someone who test-reads your story for you and potentially checks it for grammar mistakes and plot holes.

NSFW: not safe for work. (contains v*olent or s*xual material).

SFW: safe for work (is clean/safe for all audiences).

TW or T/W: tr*gger warning. This is something you add at the beginning of every chapter if needed, in case someone reading might have a problem with the content of your story. For example: [TW: mentions of ad*ltery].

X: And, romantic/sexual. (Refers to characters being shipped/paired together, e.g. Cas X Dean)

&: And, platonic. (thank you @kelyon)

Y/n or Y/N: Your name. (means: insert your name here). Used in the context of reader-inserts or XReader fics.

H/c, E/c, L/n: Your hair color, your eye color, last name. These kind of tags depend on the author, there’s a lot of artistic freedom, and generally they’ll explain what their tags mean in the A/N.

Reader-insert or [insert character name]XReader or ReaderX[insert character name: a story where the leading character/protagonist is the reader, and the story is written in second person ‘you.’ Example: LuciusXReader.

Fem!reader: a female reader / reader with feminine qualities

Male!reader: a male reader/ reader with masculine qualities

Lime/lemon/any citrus fruit at this point: a rating that refers to something s*xual or romantic added into a story.

Slow burn: this means the story takes a long time to develop, or it takes a long time for the OTP/Shipped characters to fall for each other

One-shot: a story that is only one chapter long.

Multi-chap/multichapter(ed): a fic with more than one chapter

Drabble/drabbles: a series of short sform scenes or stories.

Songfic: a fanfic based on/around a song

OC: original character, i.e. a character you created for the story

AO3/Archive of Our Own: a website/repository/platform for fanfiction works and authors

Fanfiction.net /FFN.net: another website/repository/platform for fanfiction works and authors

Wattpad: ditto the two previous. ^

Ratings: fanfics come with ratings, to signal whether the work is appropriate for certain age groups. examples: https://rating-system.fandom.com/wiki/FictionRatings

Character tags/character modifiers: Often when authors are describing the characters that are in their story, they’ll also specify what era or version of the original story’s character they’re using. At other times, the character tag will be used to describe the frame of mind of the character or their role in the story. The role or era will be divided by an exclamation mark (!), followed by the name of the character. For example: Caretaker!Hermione, Evil!Dumbledore, Old!David.

Story-emotion tags (idk what these are officially called either): Below a fanfiction you will often find emotion tags, such as: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt, Healing, Anger, Romance (which could probably use explanations as categories as well).

TL;DR or tl;dr: ‘too long, didn’t read.’ Usually written before a reply to a long post. (I’m expecting at least one person to say this in response to the post LMAO)

Below a story you will also find a list of the characters and pairings/ships who are in the story.

Crossover: when you bring elements of one universe/story into another. For example: A Harry Potter and Skulduggery Pleasant crossover.

DNI: do not interact. Reserved as a warning tag to ward off people who wouldn’t like you or your content.

Contributions from @deliriumsdelight7:

Under TW and T/W, you can also add CW or C/W (which I believe stands for Content Warning? Someone correct me if I’m wrong).

WIP stands for Work In Progress. Basically any unfinished artistic endeavor (often used by writers complaining about the multitude of fics they haven’t finished yet).

Adding to OTP is OT3: when you ship three people together in a throuple/thruple.

One mild correction on “drabble,” which I didn’t realize is a point of contention in the fic-writing world: a drabble is exactly 100 words. No more, no less. A double-drabble is 200 words. A tribble/trabble/trouble is 300 words. A drabblethon is a longer fic comprised entirely of 100-word drabble chapters.

“Dead dove: do not eat.” This phrase comes from Arrested Development, where a character sees a paper bag in the fridge with the aforementioned phrase written on it. He opens the bag and sees… a dead dove. He then says, “I don’t know what I expected.” If a fic is tagged with this, the author is basically saying, “this fic has been tagged to show that some of the material will not be palatable for all audiences. Consider yourself warned.”

Slash: a term for fanfic shipping two men together. I don’t see this as often as I used to, and I think it’s fallen out of favor somewhat.

Femslash: same as above, but with women.

Additions from @kelyon

One point of clarification (difference between X and & on AO3): The way AO3 tags work, “Character X Character” is used for ROMANCE (or shipping). “Character & Character” is for FRIENDSHIP (or general non-romantic interactions).

I’ll never forget the post where an anon asked if anyone had recommendations for “Henry X Regina” fics and the person they asked responded with absolute revulsion. I believe the anon was actually asking for “Henry & Regina.”

Also, the blog @ao3commentoftheday is a great way to learn more about fandom terms and history. Have fun!

Also see this: Three Laws of Fandom @ozhawkauthor

There are LOADS more things to add under the ‘Language of Fanfiction’ category but I can’t think of any right now so please DM me, reblog this, whatever, with any additions or corrections you may have!

See this list of Fanfiction Terminology as well.

PLEASE ADD THINGS PEOPLE, ALL ADDITIONS APPRECIATED!! Reblog/tag me when you update the list, would love to see the list get bigger/better!

Thank you!

- Severusish.

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Challenge - Post

Fandom - Tokyo Revengers

Day - 1

MAY 01 - Meeting Someone At The Dead Of Night ft Sano Manjiro

Tags : food, jokes, strangers, night shopping, cup noodles

Word count : 969

The grocery bags weighed down your arms as you walked down the isolated roads down the neighbourhood. You glanced around, noticing the lights inside the houses, families laughing behind closed windows. Dinner steamed on the table. You reluctantly thought about the packs of cup noodles in the bags. It’s been a while since you ate homemade food. You missed your mom’s food. Those nights back at home when you all would gather around the table. After starting college, after moving to this lonely place, rented that small apartment with the faded rag and broken shades, life had been going in monotone.

The sky above you was littered with stars, tiny pools of light in the far distance showering the world in whimsical beauty. You gazed across the road at the river, making quiet ripples against the sandy patch that glowed in eerie white in the night. And then you glimpsed him. A figure sitting cross-legged by the river, his back turned to you.

You frowned, squinting. You’ve heard all about the rumours. The ghosts that are said to lurk around the river. You weren’t much of a fan of the paranormal explanations of life, but his hunched back and slumped shoulders made you reluctant. At the same time, you didn’t want to go talk to a random stranger by the river when there was no one around. You decided to walk away. Maybe he was someone from one of these houses, coming out to breathe some fresh air.

When he suddenly turned, you were startled. Underneath all the justification of mind, you have been secretly expecting him to be a ghost — only pupils for eyes, drained pale face and the rest of the package that comes with being a ghost. You two held the gaze for a solid second before he stood. You tightened the grip on your bags when he walked over. Not a man, just a boy who must be around the same age as you. His blonde hair shifting to the faint breeze in the air, eyes dark like the night itself. “You want something?”

You shook your head, “I was just walking home” You said, unsure how to reply. Have you been staring too long? “I spotted you and was just surprised, I guess”

He eyed the grocery bags on your hands. “What’s a girl doing out at the dead of the night anyway?”

“I’m a ghost hunter” You said, sarcasm dripping, lips stretched to a sweet smile before you huffed, annoyed.

The guy smiled, amused. “Right.” You watched as his eyes shifted to the same scene you’d been watching with nostalgic sorrow, the family dinner. The muted laughter behind that window, protected by this chilly breeze.

“Must be nice” You found yourself murmuring.

“Yeah” He said and you thought maybe you were wrong. Maybe he’s not from this cosy, picturesque house. A stranger lurking in the streets looking for comfort envying the warmth they were missing. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

You frowned, “What are you? A Cop?”

“Far from that”

You smiled, “A delinquent?” Your voice was light. You were joking. There’s no way this below average height, kind faced smiling stranger is a-

“Yeah”

You thought you’d hear a chuckle following the answer. A sarcastic comment. Just something other than his serious face, impressed that you’ve guessed. Well, fuck. You looked around, there was no one except you two. Is this how it all ends? “Do I get a last wish?”

The guy appeared confused at first but then realisation dawned; he chuckled. “I’m not going to do anything.”

“That’s what they all say” You muttered. You should go before he changes his mind. “Okay then, I’m-” A rumble interrupted you. You turned to see him blinking. “Oh you are a hungry delinquent”

Pink tinted his cheeks. He jutted out his bottom lip mumbling something under his breath. You pressed your lips together, it was your turn to be amused. The bags in your arms were filled with cup noodles, there’s this stranger in front of you saying he’s a delinquent. His cheeks puffed in embarrassment as he tried to fight it off with pride. He’s hungry. You pushed the grocery bags to one hand, tearing off the clear bags to fish out one cup. You offered it to him, “Here”

He frowned, “Is that ramen?”

“Yeah” You shrugged, “That’s all I’ve got. You’d have to find some hot water though”

He hesitated before accepting your little gift. “Thank you” He sounded surprised. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “Never leave a man hungry. Hunger can do wonders to the human brain. I’m not leaving a hungry delinquents out in the streets without anything”

He laughed at your statement. “You’re smart”

“Why there, thank you” You said, looking at your imaginary watch. “I better go. It’s getting late”

He nodded, “See ya.”

You smiled back at him, “Right. Have a nice meal, gangster”

“Will do” It was refreshing to see his smile. His genuine happiness at your display of kindness. You knew he was just hungry, not starving. He didn’t look like a gangster, nor like a person who went without a meal. But sometimes it was the kindness that mattered. The person in the bus offered you the seat because you looked tired. The friend who stays with you extra five minutes because you need company. The stranger giving you cup noodles because your stomach rumbled and you were hungry.

It was the little things that mattered.

You opened the door to your apartment and stepped in. Turning on the yellow light that sizzled like oil on a pan, you boiled some water. You fished out the packages and set the broken package of noodles on your coffee table. One missing. You smiled. You didn’t even ask his name.

And I said I didn't have time sniff

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vaamm · 2 years

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tumblr tr fandom is so weird to me i expected to find icons, nice fanart and maybe a funny hehe post but its so full of y/n and xreader i find them so annoying

#d #i respect fic writers or wthv but x readers are one of the things i strongly despise #lol

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bimsha · 2 years

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Challenge - Post

Fandom - Tokyo Revengers

Day - 4

Note - My dumbass self mixed up the dates and in my blissful oblivion I wrote this thinking today is May 4th when it's actually 5th. So, I don't want this to go to waste, so Imma just publish and I will write the 5th one today too. Pardon my idiocy sniff (and also I missed May 03 and there's that)

MAY 04 - Misdirection ft. Mitsuya Takashi

Tags : fashion exhibitions, best friend Baji, kinda crack, soft

Word count : 891

The hallways were packed with people bustling through. Couples holding hands as they laughed, kids running around abandoning the hands of their parents, adults — done with life, sipping coffee from paper cups and tossing them off to the nearby trash just to purchase another. You stared at the crumpled paper in your hand, blinking. Baji was terrible at giving directions, the scribbles in the paper didn’t mean a thing, at least for you anyway.

It was he who said that there is a fashion exhibition in the mall and one of his friend’s designs would be there. Baji was your best friend and you liked fashion, so you said yes until that goddamn idiot handed you this kindergarten drawing and set off to hang out with his friends who would be arriving shortly after. It’s been years, it was about time he introduced you to his friends.

You turned the piece of paper in your hand, seething. The hell does, take a left and up the chandelier means anyway? What’s a chandelier got to do with any of this?

You sighed, “Better ask someone” You murmured, stuffing the paper into your coat pocket and walking towards one of the staff members — at least you thought he was a staff member, sporting his black jacket and orange t-shirt that had a logo printed on his chest. “Excuse me?”

The male turned, his lilac eyes brushing over you. “Yes?”

Your mind suddenly went blank. What was the name of the fashion exhibition again!? “Uhm” You said.

“How can I help you?” He asked again, frowning. He looked as if he was not quite sure to respond to your frozen state.

“Do you happen to know where that fashion exhibition is taking place?” You asked. You forgot the name but the words fashion exhibition have to do.

“Oh” He said, suddenly surprised, “You have an invitation?”

You nodded, messing around your bag to find the ticket. “Here it is”

His eyes scanned through it and with a nod he handed it back to you. You pressed your lips together in anticipation. He probably knows it, surely, right? “I’ll take you there” He said, stuffing his hands to his pockets as he yelled a goodbye at one of the other guys he was standing with. You smiled, THANK GOD.

“Thank you” You replied, unable to confess the gratitude you had in your mind. The next time you see Baji, you’re going to evaporate him into thin air and- You stopped when he took a left and up a staircase, the ceiling decorated with magnificent chandeliers, lighting it up with beams of white. “Oh” You said out loud, staring at them, mouth agape. “This is what he meant by up the chandeliers”

The male turned to you with a questioning gaze, “Huh?”

You flushed, realising you have said the word out loud. “Ah, it’s just my friend who wrote me the directions saying take a left and up the chandeliers. I was trying to figure out what that meant”

He smiled, in a moment of distraction you noticed his eyes weren’t lilac but a rich lavender reflecting the luminous glow of the chandeliers. “Well, no wonder you lost your way. I’m Mitsuya Takashi by the way” He said, offering you his hand.

You nodded, “Y/n L/n, nice to meet you” His name sounded awfully familiar. Where have you heard it before?

Mitsuya frowned, “That name is so familiar” He said. You blinked, surprised. He knew you? Did this mean you know him too? Probably, given the fact that his name was familiar this scenario is entirely possible.

You two stepped into a magnificent room at the end of the staircase. Mannequins posing in various directions, silk, cotton and numerous fabrics on them, silver jewellery glistening like stars across the room. You momentarily forget about the initial thoughts and bask in the brightness of it. The dresses, shirt, skirts and all kinds of different products in a storm of colours greeted your eyes, “Wow” You said, awestruck. “Just wow”

Mitsuya’s smile had dropped. “Wait, do you know someone called Baji?”

You blinked, about to answer with a yes when it dawned on you. The friend Baji mentioned, Mitsuya Takashi, the brilliant fashion designer who had won a spot in this exhibition. You felt your cheeks warming, your ears must be glowing red. You should’ve remembered him the moment he said his name. This was way too embarrassing. “You’re his friend, aren’t you?”

He nodded, “And you’re his friend, the one who like fashion”

You chuckled, rubbing your hands together, wishing he won’t question why you’re lit up like a christmas tree. “Ah well, I do like fashion, but I’m not much educated in that field”

Mitsuya just smiled, he offered his hand while gesturing at the rooms. “I can help you with that. Wanna join me?”

You hesitated for a minute and slipped your hand to his. “I’d be happy to” You said as he guided you through the crowds admiring the designs, some of them protected in glass boxes, some in the out with warning signs not to touch. You held onto his hand tight, not wanting to get lost among this sea of people. You were quite sure you’re not going to find a better person who can guide you through all this.

#tokrev #tr #tokyo revengers #xreader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev mitsuya #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers x you #fluff #baji

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