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virgin chifuyu! who gets his first handjob from you :(, the moment your warm hand wraps around his cock he’s shuddering, little pants escaping his bitten lips. Your hand feels so much different than his, smaller and it can’t even wrap around his girth because he’s just so big m

virgin chifuyu! who whines every time you squeeze the head of his cock, running your thumb along the slit to collect pre. You can see his body jolt with every swipe, his pretty green eyes flickering to the back of his head. You can’t help but keep teasing him, he just looks so cute thrusting his hips up.

virgin chifuyu! who shoves his face into the crook of your neck so you can hear each and every whimper he lets out. They start to get higher and higher when you rub your palm against the tip of him, making chifuyu squirm away. It’s too much but not enough all at once he can’t even comprehend what’s happening anymore.

virgin chifuyu! who can already feel the knot in his stomach starting to unravel and with one more thrust into your hand he finally lets go, spilling his load everywhere while his hips start uncontrollably stuttering. They thrust up a couple of times, the black haired man lets out strangled cries. Tears start to fall down his face when your hand doesn’t stop it’s motions.

virgin chifuyu! who can’t tell you to stop because as much as it hurts it hurts so good. He looks pretty too, furrowed brows and a face contorted in pleasure. “c-cumming! cumming, s-slow down,” he cries, eyes widening at your pace. You do the opposite and it makes his stomach twitch along with his cock.

virgin chifuyu! who grabs your face and kisses you while he makes a mess all over his abs. You swallow up every last whine of his while your hand continues to milk him until he’s pushing it away. He just stares at you in complete awe like you’re an angel, he thinks you probably are one after what you just did.

❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐒 ❞

★ PAIRING  : BONTEN!MIKEY + FEM!READER

★ WARNINGS  : 18+, baby trapping, noncon breeding, mentions of self harm, implied stalking, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

★ SUMMUARY :  you are the light of his life and the fire of his loins, he has to make sure that you'll never leave. How could he let the only thing keeping him alive go?

⊹ .˚  MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mikeyy.." you sighed holding his hand tighter as rock his hips in a wave-like motion into yours, you looked so beautiful on the pink silk sheets, sobbing for his cock once pretty makeup now all messy and running down your cheeks. Such an angel.

You are mikey's everything

You are light in the darkness of his tragic life

Mikey never thought he would meet someone who could make him feel the way you do, he felt dead without you. The only way he could feel something was by the blade of the knife he carries around on his sensitive and Touch starved skin.

But now that you are here and are taking care of him, makes him feel happy, he hasn't felt like that in a long, long time. Not after his brother and friends died, you know what a tragic life Mikey had behind him, so you made it your goal in life to at least try to keep him away from all the bad stuff he surrounds himself with.

Just because of you Mikey stopped smoking or doing drugs, at least when he was with you, he still smoked a little, but you understand that addictions are hard to get rid of.

"What is it, angel.." he kissed your temples as he too gripped your hand tighter at how tight your perfect pussy is "please f-faster- f-feels so good" you moaned against his lips, Mikey immediately kissed you and picked up the pace of his hips.

Mikey is in love with you, he wants to marry you and have a family. But the thing is, you just wanted to be friends with him..who sometimes just have really good sex.

But Mikey took that the wrong way, even though you have told him your intentions. Mikey just ignored it, thinking you just don't want to marry one of the most wanted gangsters in Tokyo.

But you don't understand, he would quit all of this if you just agreed to give him your everything, your mind, your heart, soul, and body. That's all he's asking for.

"So pretty..fuck.." Mikey lowly groaned as he kept strong eye contact with you, that when you tried to look away he just grabbed your face to make you look at him again.

"H-haaah!" You cutely whined as Mikey's long cock fucked you into the mattress, making the bed squeak and the metal bars hit the wall behind it.

Mikey suddenly started to speed up even more and pressed your thighs against your chest, making his cock bully your cervix with every thrust.

Mikey knew what he had to do, it hit him like a train. He has to impregnate you, you have no choice but to stay with him. And if you would get rid of it he would just fuck another one into you, he doesn't care about anything but you.

You're the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up and the last thing when he goes to sleep.

He needs you to stay with him, and he will do whatever it takes to make you stay.

"MIK-AHH!" you suddenly choked out as he kept hitting your sweet Spot, making your toes curl and your back arch off of the sheets.

Mikey knew how to impregnate people to make sure they're 100% pregnant, he looked it up just in case you would give yourself to him, but now he just has to force you.

Mikey needed to make you cum multiple times before he cums inside you, and Mikey knows for a fact that you're not on birth control, you don't really think you're not being watched by him when you're alone, right?

You all of a sudden started to convulse around him and then your pretty eyes rolled back into your head as your mouth was wide open, so Mikey just took that opportunity to kiss you and lick your sweet tongue.

"Aww..did you cum, baby?" Mikey huffed as he tried to not slow down or cum, which was hard.

You just dumbly nodded still same facial expression but more pained as you noticed he didn't stop pounding into you after you came, the overstimulation just made you dig your sharp nails into his forearm and back before you came once again.

This was mikey's chance, he can cum and breed soon to be his womb now.

"Shit..m' gonna cum, angel..gonna let me cum inside right?" Your eyes filled with tears and you started shaking your head while trying to get him off you but to no avail, you were too weak and Mikey was still flexing every muscle in his body.

You couldn't say anything because he just kept hitting the spot that made you cream on his cock.

Your pussy involuntarily clenched down on him and Mikey took this as a yes.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, over and over again—fuck!" Mikey groaned as his aching cock finally let the thick and hot Fluid flood your pussy, it was so much, it was so warm.

You hated it

You didn't want this

You wanted mikey to stop

But he didn't, he won't, he couldn't Not until he is sure you are pregnant even if he wanted to, he couldn't help this animalistic feeling of how your pussy kept sucking him in, you're gonna keep on being a good girl and milk his cock dry and stay with him forever.

late night thoughts ft. haitani brothers & sanzu h. (bimbo edition!)

haitani brothers x fem!reader x sanzu haruchiyo

warnings: fem!reader, poly, bimbo!reader, kanto manji!bonten trio, possessive behavior + jealousy, lowkey manipulation and gaslighting, manhandling, exhibitionism, cockwarming, facefucking, degradation, hair pulling, mirror sex (ish), thigh riding, voyeurism (?), slight humiliation, masturbation (m)--all characters 18+ ofc

wordcount: 3.5k

They all knew better. As much as the men of Kanto Manji loved to leer, imaginations going wild as you passed through the base in short skirts and low-cut shirts, they all knew better than to act on any of the carnal impulses that stir on your arrival at base. They knew who you belonged to--and the last one that had tried their hand at you was still comatose in the hospital.

But you were just… so fucking dumb, and you were oblivious to how possessive your three boyfriends were >:( Those poor men tried so hard to steer clear of you, they tried so fucking hard to hide how wound up they got whenever you were around but you were just clueless--bounding right toward the first person that made eye contact with you like a happy puppy, thinking that all they wanted to do was talk but were too nervous to approach you.

And these poor, poor men because what were they supposed to do? They know damn fucking well that talking to you would end up with them inevitably getting beaten half to death by Haitani Ran’s baton because how dare they think themselves good enough to talk to his girl, but walking away from you and making you upset would draw Sanzu Haruchiyo’s ire because how dare they upset his pretty little princess. It really was a lose-lose situation, and all they could do was hope and pray that they weren’t the unfortunate soul you decided to approach.

“And it was just so sad, you know?” pouting, you leaned in close to the man you were talking to, unaware of the concerned looks being sent his way by some of the others in the room, unaware of the growing horror pooling in the man’s gut as you blissfully chatted on about how you saw a dead animal on the side of the road on the way here. “Like, who would just leave it there, right? At least bury it somewhere, I-”

“What’s going on here?”

Ignorant to the way the man you had been talking to stiffened like a board, you spun around, delighted at the sight of not one, but both of the Haitani brothers standing behind you. Giggling, you threw your arms around Rindou, who was closest, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, easily lifting you up off the floor.

“Rin!” you said gleefully, legs tightening around his waist, skirt riding up dangerously causing all of the other men in the room to avert their eyes--well, except the poor guy who you had been talking to, right in front of you and far too close to move his gaze before catching an eyeful. Ran cocked his head to the side, an unkind smile tugging at his lips as considered the man.

“Pretty girl,” Ran complained, voice teasing but sharp gaze never leaving the other man, “am I chopped liver?”

“No, no,” you said, making no move to detach yourself from Rindou as he shared a look with his brother over your shoulder, “‘m sorry, Ran.”

“I’m sure you are, pretty,” Ran murmured and you giggled, lifting your head from Rindou’s neck to prop your chin up on his shoulder, Ran shifted, standing behind his brother so he could lean down and give you a brief kiss on the lips, “You go with Rindou, I’ll meet up with you guys in a minute.”

Pouting as he pulled away, you looked up at him, “Why aren’t you coming with us?” you asked, oblivious to the dark look in his eyes as he smiled at you and patted your head.

“Just got a lil something to take care of, doll, promise I’ll be right there,” you nodded, tilting your head up as you beckoned Ran to lean down for one more kiss.

He did as you wanted, of course, Haitani Ran was good at a lot of things--denying you anything was most certainly not one of them.

On the topic of being spoiled--god is Sanzu the biggest offender and he sees absolutely no wrong with it because of course his pretty princess should be given everything she wants >:(

Sanzu Haruchiyo has you sitting pretty on his lap every time he gets the chance, fingers dancing along your sides, lips gliding across your bare neck, cock filling you up--and no one dares whisper or even look twice when they see you trembling on his lap in the middle of base, face hidden in his neck, arms shaking around his shoulders, skirt hiked up suspiciously high because they know the Kanto Manji vice president had a temper that was especially short when it came to you.

But Sanzu Haruchiyo could also be mean, having you cockwarm him for hours on end, refusing to let you get yourself off because you were so, so pretty dumb and crying on his cock, begging him to please just move because you’ve been so good for him, haven’t you?

“Haru,” your voice was so soft and weak in his ear and it was like music to him, really. He already knew what you were going to ask, and his scars twitched up in amusement as he pressed his lips against your marked up neck again, reveling in how your body shuddered underneath his touch, “Haru, will you please let me cum?”

And it was so tempting, it really was, cause your cunt hugged him so fuckin’ tight, you were dripping onto his white pants and he wanted to do nothing more than bend you over the meeting table and fuck you right in front of all of the other Kanto Manji higher ups. But he wouldn’t because he knew that Hanma Shuji and Madarame Shion had their eyes on you too often already and there was no way he was going to give them more ammunition by letting them hear how pretty you sounded cumming for him.

“Haru, been good, been so long,” he could feel your nails clawing at the back of his jacket, could feel your tears and makeup staining the skin of his neck but all he did was smooth a hand over your back, rubbing soothing circles over your skin, “Please, Haru, please, please please-”

You tried to rock your hips against his, he grimaced, jaw clenching and hands flying to your waist to keep you still. A hiss of breath escaped his lips as he felt your walls flutter around him, squeezing him so tight it nearly had his eyes rolling back. Next to him, he threw Ran a filthy glare as the older Haitani snorted. You knew better than to push the limits with him or Rindou--the two of them had put you in your place more than once, but Sanzu just didn’t have the same sort of self-control that they had when it came to you and knowingly or not, you took advantage of that.

But he was not going to let Hanma Shuji or Madarame Shion have the pleasure of watching and listening to you cum around his cock.

His grip tightened around your waist to the point he was sure it must’ve been bruising your skin but instead of stilling, which he knew you knew he wanted you to do--you weren’t that stupid--you tried to move again. Temper and restraint peaking, he leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, “Keep fuckin’ testing me, princess, I won’t let you cum for a week.”

And fuck, as much as he loved the silly, dazed grin on your face when he gave you everything you wanted--he couldn’t hold back the slow smirk that crawled onto his face when noticed the genuine nervousness that spread across your expression at his words.

Cute, he noted, brushing your hair out of your face, wiping away the sweat starting to bead at your forehead. Maybe, he decided, not giving you what you want all the time would be worth it.

And Rindou. Rindou’s just so fuckin’ mean. He makes fun of you all the time for being so dumb, rolling his eyes and telling you should know better than to believe Sanzu’s shit by now, getting pissy when he has to repeat himself for the second, third, fourth, fifth time because you were too distracted by his brother’s fingers teasing up your skirt; too busy ignoring him for Ran’s flirtations as usual.

“Get the fuck up,” Rindou spat, watching as your pretty smile faltered, looking up from where you were leaning in close to his brother, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t move, Rindou darted forward, hand curling around the collar of your shirt and yanking you right off of the couch.

“Rin!” you gasped.

“Rindou,” Ran warned, voice low, Rindou only glared at his brother--as if he would ever actually hurt you, he was always careful not to grab you too harshly or jerk you around too sharply. You stumbled onto your feet and right into him, eyes wide and pretty as you looked up at him, hands balanced on his chest.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees,” he said, heat rising to his lower abdomen when you dropped to your knees for him almost instantly--dumb as rocks, yeah, but at least you were an obedient little whore. For him, at least.

His hand curled itself around your hair, gripping it tight. He watched you wince as your eyes met his, still wide, tears pricking at them. He forcibly turned your head to the side, making you look at yourself in the mirror on the opposite wall, “Look at you, dropping to your knees just ‘cause I asked. You really are just a cock-hungry whore, aren’t you?”

You shook your head, tears spilling from your eyes as you looked at him through the mirror. His grip on your hair tightened, “Said look at yourself, not me,” your eyes darted back to the reflection of yourself immediately, “How are you gonna see yourself and say you’re not just a fuckin’ slut? Isn’t that why you’re fuckin’ around with me, Ran and Sanzu--just can’t get enough with only one of us.”

You shook your head again and he forced turned your head back so that you were looking up at him, “‘s not true,” you sniffled, lips trembling, “Rin, I love you guys, ‘m not-”

He brushed his thumb over over your cheek, wiping away some of the tears streaming down your cheeks, and of course he knew you actually loved them but it was just too fucking fun to make you stress over it.

“Can prove it! ‘can prove it, Rin!” and he tilted his head to the side, waiting for you to continue. He watched as your eyes flickered down to his already half-hard cock and Rindou almost laughed. Convincing him by doing the very same thing he was ‘accusing’ you of using them for, you’re fuckin’ precious.

But Rindou was never one to turn down a good blowjob so he just nodded his chin at you, go ahead, and watched in amusement as you fumbled with his belt. Sharing a brief look with Ran, who seemed just as entertained by your choice of convincing him, he looked back down at you after you managed to free his cock from his pants.

He tapped your cheek with two fingers, you looked up at him, “Hands behind your back and open wide.”

One hand finding its way back to your hair and the other guiding his cock to your mouth, he inhaled sharply as your tongue darted out to lick the precum beading at his slit. His grip tightened, you winced again.

“Sit there pretty for me,” he said and you nodded, keeping your mouth open wide as he pushed his cock into your mouth, jaw clenching at the feeling of your warm mouth surrounding him, watching as your brows furrowed briefly as you tried to adjust to his size before he went any deeper.

He did not give you the chance.

He groaned as he pushed your head down fully on his cock, feeling you gag around the sudden intrusion, throat convulsing around him. Oh fuck, he thought, eyes trained down on you, watching as you kept your hands behind your back even as your every instinct told you to push yourself off of his cock so you could breathe.

“Good girl,” he murmured, drawing his hips back briefly before snapping them back against your mouth, fucking your throat at a steady pace, watching you choke and gag all over him, drool spilling over the corners of your mouth and down your chin, tears streaming down your face.

You were a fucking mess and Rindou was sure you’d never looked prettier.

You never knew what to expect with Ran, for better or for worse. He was always the most charming of your three boyfriends, he always had you giggling silly and blushing, but it was a matter of whether or not it was a nice charming or a mean charming. Charming in a way that had you stuttering and stumbling over your words, blushing like a fool or charming in a way that still had you blushing but also had tears stinging your eyes because there was a cruel undertone that even you couldn’t miss. It gave you whiplash, really.

“My pretty girl,” Ran cooed, running the back of his finger across your cheek, the cool metal of his ring making you shiver, “always all dolled up for us, aren’t you?”

Ran waited for you to nod before speaking again, “Are you sure it’s just for us?” he asked after a moment, voice cold as ice, and you blinked, reeling at the sudden change of tone, “I’m not sure if it is, I see the way you strut around base for all of the other fuckers here. Saw you cozying up to Hanma Shuji earlier too--while me, Rin and Sanzu were busy talking to Mikey and Kokonoi.”

“Huh?” was all you could say, staring at Ran blankly as he tilted his head to the side, lavender eyes sharp. You shifted on his lap nervously, eyes looking anywhere but at his face. His hand darted out to grab you by the chin, grip painful as he forced you to look at him. You swallowed, watching as his loose hair fell into his face, barely resisting the urge to brush it away, “I was just saying hi, Ran, he offered to wait with me until you’re done.”

His thin smile was cruel, “Oh, did he?” Ran drawled and you nodded hesitantly, feeling distinctly as if you had made a mistake, “and him waiting with you involved you feeling him up?”

What-

“What?” you gasped, “Ran, I-”

“Yes you did,” it was Rindou that spoke, and you turned to look at the younger Haitani in disbelief. Desperately, you looked at Sanzu for help but found no support as he watched you coolly. Why were they ganging up on you?! They never ganged up on you! They were always arguing with each other.

“I tripped,” you said, flustered, and you had, you had been walking with Hanma toward where Sanzu had told you to meet them and you tripped over an uneven plank in the flooring, Hanma had caught you from crashing painfully into the ground.

“You tripped,” Ran mocked, “I bet you did.”

“I did,” you said, shifting again in his lap and inhaling sharply as his leg bounced up, unintentionally grinding against your clit. His eyes sharpened in on you and you pressed your lips together, praying that missed it or that he let it go if he happened to notice, but you should’ve known better.

Haitani Ran does not miss anything, nor does he let anything go.

“Oh?” he murmured, fingers ghosting your thighs, “What’s this? Our pretty girl is needy?”

You shivered as his long fingers drifted across your inner thighs, whimpering as they brushed over your clothed cunt, “So wet already,” he clicked his tongue sharply, “and you expect us to believe it’s for us when we haven’t even touched you. Did Hanma Shuji make this wet, pretty girl? You’re sitting here on my lap still thinking of him?”

“No!” you protested immediately, “Ran-”

“Prove it,” he said, voice icy and you stared at him once again, unsure of how he wanted you to prove it. His gaze darted down to his leg, you followed it before looking back up in confusion, “If you’re this wet for us,” he cooed, “you should have no problem getting yourself off by riding my thigh, right?”

Your mouth dried up, eyes nervously shooting toward Sanzu and Rindou, both of whom were watching the two of you. You were no stranger to exhibitionism, Sanzu had you cockwarming him during nearly every Kanto Manji meeting at this point, but the thought of them watching you get yourself by rubbing yourself on his thigh had embarrassment swelling through your stomach.

“Ran-” you began but cut yourself off as he raised his eyebrows, leaning back in the couch before pointedly looking down at his leg again.

Go on, he told you.

Lips trembling, you rocked your hips lightly against his thigh. Ran’s eyes remained on you, unimpressed. You gasped as his hands curled around your hips, grinding you down so hard against his thigh that it had your back arching and hands shooting toward his shoulders to find some sort of leverage.

“Ran!” you cried out but he didn’t continue, instead hooking one arm around the back of the couch and the other working at the zipper of his pants.

“Keep going,” he told you, “and maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock after you finish on my thigh once.”

Tears spilled over your cheeks as you heard Rindou make a comment about you looking like a desperate whore but you couldn’t take your eyes off of where Ran’s long fingers were running up and down his pretty, pretty cock. You could feel your cunt aching empty as you rolled your hips against his thigh again, half-sobbing as he bounced his leg up lightly, putting more pressure on your clit.

A high-pitched moan escaped your lips as Ran bounced his leg in time with the strokes of his fist around his cock, head thrown back and lips parted, “Ra-an, Ran! Wan’ you to fill me up, Ran, want you in me,” you cried loudly, nails digging into his black jacket, “Ran, ‘lease fill me up, wan’ your cock.”

“Pretty girl,” Ran laughed, voice catching and a shameless moan slipping past his lips as he squeezed the base of his cock lightly, “You don’t deserve my cock yet, you know what to do if you want it.”

And this time you did sob, tears blurring your eyes as you continued to helplessly rock your hips against Ran’s thigh, grinding down as hard as you could in a futile attempt to push yourself over the edge but how the fuck were you supposed to make yourself cum just from grinding against his clothed thigh when you could see him fucking his fist with his cock? When you could see what exactly you were missing out on? You were too empty, too empty, how were you supposed to cum without being stuffed full after them constantly spoiling you with their cocks?

“I ca-ant,” you clawed at his jacket, “Need to be filled n-”

“If you make me help you, won’t fuck you for two weeks, will make sure Rindou and Sanzu don’t either--you'll get real used to getting off on our thigh then,” Ran threatened and a broken moan of his name left your lips as his free hand shot forward to grab your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Hurry the fuck up and cum.”

The words in combination with one last rock of your hips and one particularly hard bounce of his leg had your vision going white and your body tensing and your nails raking down his clothed chest as you came all over his thigh. Distantly, you heard Rindou and Sanzu murmuring to one another but your mind went black as Ran helped you ride out your high, grinding his leg up into you and holding your hips down against him with his free hand.

“There you go,” you barely heard him over the blood roaring in your ears, words barely registering as your mind went near-blank from the intensity of your orgasm, “That’s it, pretty girl, knew you could do it for me.”

His voice was warmer as you slumped limp into his chest, breath heavy and body shaking. He rubbed gentle circles onto your back, “Don’t tap out on me yet, pretty girl,” he chuckled, “you’ve got quite the night ahead of you, you know?”

They are bullies >:( but they love you dearly, and god help anyone else that tries to bully you because they can and will fuck them up beyond recognition.

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Yandere! Ran x Reader

Synopsis: You’ve broken yet another one of Ran’s rules and he’ll get you to love him back the only way he knows how: punishment.

Cw: intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Punishment.

 Ran has been gone all day. He mentioned it this morning, how he would be back later than normal, something about how today’s Bonten mission is super important. You gave him the barest form of acknowledgment, not wanting to receive his attention so early in the morning. But it’s been over 12 hours since Ran left. He doesn’t let you wander the penthouse when he’s gone, and that means no trips to the kitchen for food. You’re holed up in the main living room with nothing to do, you are starving with no access to food, and above all else you’re livid.

Ran likes to rationalize it by saying he’s protecting and providing for you. But at the end of the day, the man ripped you from your life, your friends, your job, and like hell you’d thank him for that. He knows you don’t love him. He knows you hate his guts. It’s been months of you living under his twisted version of protection and you tell yourself that you’ll refuse his intimacy in any form- make him realize you’re a different case than he thought. No matter how cruel he gets when you refuse him, you won’t bow down. He took away your life and he’ll pay for that.

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Thinking about subs that hump your thighs while you’re asleep, cause they’re hard and don’t wanna wake you up. Small n’ leaky cock sliding in between the snug and cozy flesh. whining close to your ear, even though they’re trying hard not to. begging pathetically, cause they’re needy for your sweet pussy. Hips desperately rutting against your sticky n’ wet thighs, Mushroom-shaped tip nudging against your frail clit, their throbbing cock twitching in the heat of your thighs. Eyes filled with lust as their body violently shakes when they squirt all over your thighs, painting them white.

-KAZUTORA, SOUYA, IZANA, CHIFUYU, MIKEY.

WHITE RABBIT | H. KOKONOI

syn. sometimes shopping a sale isn’t always the most convenient, especially when bunny!koko is the subject in question

cw. fem!reader, hybrid!au, voyeurism, exhibitionism, panty thief koko

wc. 900

an. my submission for @manjiroscum hybrid collab event!!!

flipping through pamphlets on bunnies, you're likely to find words like innocent, timid, and sweet. but as you stared into the glass at the only bunny hybrid left in the shop, those were the last words that came to your mind.

instead, the shop owner stood beside you with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot as she listed off all the reasons this one in particular, had been returned.

"bratty" she started, humming as she looked at his tag again. "destructive" you squinted to get a closer look. "annoying.. tch" she clicked her tongue as you looked in on the hybrid sitting in the corner of his cage, beady eyes staring back at you with inquisition as you read his name out from his sale tag. koko. "oh.." the owner started again "and it says here he humps.... everything.." you perked up, raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"I'll take him." you sang, removing the tag and handing it to her with the cash in your pocket.

and just like that, you had yourself your very own bunny boy— one with perky black and white ears that sat straight up, and the cutest tail you had ever seen.

however, despite the shop owner's warnings, nobody could have prepared you for the misbehaviour koko exhibited. at all hours of the day he was always into something he wasn't supposed to be in, tearing apart the room and leaving a mess behind. even when he was relaxing on the couch with his legs outstretched on the whole length couch leaving little space for you, his head in your lap was always trying to bury his face between your thighs. he just couldn't sit still. it was especially embarrassing when guests were over, and his friskiness was put on display for all to see.

"koko" you yelled, snatching a throw pillow out from under him where h had rutted his cock into the balled up stuffing. "we have guests over" you widened your eyes and motioned your head to your friend inui, who blushed with embarrassment and turned his head. koko only pinned his ears back and snickered, taking the pillow back to prove he could be on his best behaviour.

but like any bunny, koko's attention span was short. even as his head rested in your lap as always, and your hands stroked his hair that fell beside his silky ears, he couldn't help but dig his face between your legs, mouth desperate to taste you in front of your guest. "he's a little shy" you spoke through squirms, trying your very best to hide what was happening in fear of looking like a bad owner. but koko was hungry, and his teeth nibbled your clit pulling a shriek from your lips while his tongue made up for the pain.

"koko! go somewhere else if you can't behave!" you pulled his head from under your skirt, readjusting yourself and shooing him away to the bedroom. he scampered away, left alone to his own devices while you resumed conversation with inui alone. but it wasn't long before his beady eyes peered from behind the door, and you watched as he dragged a mouthful of what looked like your dirty laundry into the living room for inui to see. as he came into the light, you realized his mouth was stuffed with your panties, completely soaked with drool as he sucked on them with pride. your face grew hot as embarrassment took over, hiding your face as you tried snatching the garments from his mouth without ruining them.

inui watched as you wrestled koko— watched as koko's cock grew harder and stiffer, redder and angrier the more you dominated him in strength. he watched with curiosity as you pulled your soaked panties from his mouth, throwing them to the floor beside you and inui couldn't help but feel his own cock throb with desire as koko rutted his hips up against you while you scolded him.

"sorry" you panted, sitting back onto koko's cock and he whined in frustration. "I told you I got him half price right?" inui nodded, swallowing a knot in his throat as he forced his gaze away from your ass that you pressed against your hybrid's cock. "cause they said he was a brat— and he is" you shifted, watching the way koko winced and whined for more contact. "wanna pet him?"

inui stammered on his words, licking his lips and moving his hands to cover his cock that was hard in his pants. "s-sure.. I guess"

you lifted your hips, encouraging koko to get up and be social for once and he flashed you a look of menace as he climbed onto the couch beside inui, and placed his head in his lap with a smirk that never left his lips.

and as inui got more comfortable, koko couldn't help but fall into his own patterns as he buried his head in a frenzie against inui's cock, nibbling desperately at the zipper of his tight pants as inui panicked to hide his arousal.

"I think he likes you" you hummed, watching as koko finally found comfort in your friend's cock down his throat— ears pinned back and tail twitching with his own arousal as he dug his hips into the couch and his cum seeped into the cushions.

maybe he was a good bunny after all.

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good puppy!

puppyboy! Bokuto x f!chubby reader

heavily inspired by this https://twitter.com/0wl_lord/status/1390416163729862658?s=21

I started writing this weeks ago and stopped but picked it back up today so it might be hella choppy. wrote it and posted it so no editing hehe. also, I am so scared of posting this. this is my first time writing hybrid/puppyboy content hehe

warnings: knotting, oral (m and f receiving) puppyboy, dry humping, solo m!masturbation , kinda subby!bokuto, slight somno, praising, vaginal penetration, nesting I guess?, pussyjob is you squint, nipple play, bokuto’s ahegao face, crying during sex (pussy too good hehe), creampie, unprotected sex

word count: 2.6k

after months and months of your friend telling you about how happy she was for kitty kuroo, you decided to adopt your own puppy. when you saw him in the shelter, he was sitting there wagging his tail back and forth with his tongue out and his ears perked up. he had a goofy smile and one ear stood straight up as the other one flopped down. he was cute and playful. but what really enthralled you was his size. he was big. he had broad shoulders, thick arms, chiseled abs, and pecs that were big enough to lay your head on at night.

he was perfect.

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"just the tip!"

pairing: hanemiya kazutora x fem!reader

cw: nsfw, dom reader, sub kazutora, virginity loss, praise, usage of "just the tip" trope (it's never just the tip), teasing, kinda soft actually– they're in love. pls tell me if i missed smth

word count: 1.1k

note: i have no idea what possessed me when i wrote this bc this was supposed to be one paragraph but ig that's what being horny for kazu does to ppl

kazutora is still a bit shy when you two mess around because he's so inexperienced and you're his first girlfriend. as much as he just wants to lose his virginity– considering he's already in his mid-twenties– you both decide to take things slow as to not overwhelm him since there's so many experiences to catch up on. however both of you kind of regret making this choice because it's been a few months into your relationship already and you still haven't fucked.

both of you know at this point you're just desperate for each other so you try to initiate finally getting properly dicked down by coaxing him with the classic "we can just put in the tip, it doesn't count if it's just the tip!!" and of course kazutora agrees, maybe a little too eager.

so that's how you got into the current position of you straddling the long-haired man under you and carefully maneuvering his pretty dick to the place you need him most right now. "just the tip," you reassure him, kazutora nodding in agreement with half-lidded eyes. both of you are painfully aware that just the tip isn't what either of you actually want at this moment but there's no harm in taking things slow, right?

you rub him against your folds, already gushing just at the thought of your pretty boyfriend under you trusting you enough to let you take complete control over the situation. slowly you sink down on his length just a little, pushing the head past the entrance of your pussy. he moaned at the feeling of his tip being stimulated.

"f-feels good," he gasps, giving you the encouragement of pulling away again only to push the small portion of his cock back inside of you.

you hummed at the slight stimulation the motion caused you. it was far from enough to satisfy you but you were determined to take it as slow as you are able to for kazu. "yeah? i'm glad baby," you replied, pulling his cock back out and going back to sliding it in between your folds.

he tips his head back at the feeling of your pussy lips wrapped around him, moaning away as you watch his face contort in pleasure. sighing shakily, you pushed his tip in and out of you again, this time a bit faster. "you look so cute right now kazu," you told him with a slight moan. the arousal not really being caused by the movements but by your boyfriend's sweet reactions. he truly is pleasured by the smallest of actions you do. you're not sure if that's still caused by him being a virgin– because by now you two got up to lots of other sexual activities together– so you settled on the explanation of him simply being so in love with you that anything you do excites him. you giggle at the thought and take one hand off of his dick to brush his hair back from where it landed through him thrashing his head into the pillow under his head.

after a few more minutes of basically torture for you because the motions did nothing but tease you to no end, you leaned down to press your chest against his. noticing the twitching of his dick at that you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. he responds just as desperately but is interrupted by a sudden gasp leaving his lips as he feels you sink down on his length and bottoming out slowly while holding eye-contact with him.

his eyes widen and he can't let out anything other than a loud moan at the foreign feeling of your pussy tightly wrapped around him.

"oops!" you exclaim with fake surprise, "how did that happen?"

kazutora finally calmed down from the initial pleasant shock. he almost cummed immediately the second you took him inside of you. he knew it wasn't an accident, but he can't find it in himself to care even a little bit.

you were aware of the fact that he wanted this just as badly as you did but still couldn't help but ask "is this okay?"

"god yes," he gasped out. "can you please..you know," he tried to tell you how he wanted nothing more than for you to finally just do something- because now this was torture to him, you just sitting on his dick staring at him so intently.

"no i don't? what do you want baby?" you tilted your head, teasing him a little just because it's fun to watch him stumble with his words around you in these situations.

"want you to move please," he whined out, not looking into your eyes.

"you want me to fuck you?" you blatantly asked. "because that's what we're doing right now. the real deal, you know?" watching him squirm at the thought.

he nodded his head. "please," he whispered out, feeling your walls tighten around him as the word leaves his mouth.

you slowly started moving upwards again, almost pulling out before pushing your hips back down. continuing the movements, slowly increasing in tempo and finding a pleasant rhythm that satisfies both of you. never looking away from his face you watch as kazutora slowly loses himself to the feeling of having your pussy tighten around his cock. the real deal. both of you moaned away at finally making it to this point, not regretting taking it slow after all, because it made this all the more exciting as built up desperation finally meets its end.

however this also results in both of you getting closer and closer to finishing already. you're not surprised when you notice kazutora's breathing getting heavier and heavier and feel his cock twitching inside of you. speeding up a little you lean down to kiss him again, "you're doing so well baby, just let go i got you," you say while panting a little. his pleasure is the priority today.

"thank you thank you thank you," he mutters out quietly, eyes shut tightly as he moans out your name over and over again.

you watch him tip over the edge and let go completely while you keep riding his dick through his high. pressing kisses all over his face and body you slow down to a halt, letting him calm down a little, "i love you so much baby, you did great."

he's staring at you with hearts in his eyes. "love you too," he pants "so so much."

"enough for me to keep going 'til i cum too?" you ask drawing patterns on his chest with your finger. you know he's spent but you also know he would do anything to please you and if that means pushing himself through overstimulation, then so be it.

nodding eagerly, that's exactly what he does. letting you use his body until you join him in euphoria. and he wouldn't have it any other way.

# collaboration post ¡! @donquxiotes

tiger hybrid + kazutora <3

warnings: gender neutral reader, reader has unspecified anatomy, yandere kazutora, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mentions of hybrid neglect, mentions of murder (nothing explicit), guilt trip, anal fingering (giving), hair pulling, hands free orgasm and spit.

you had recently graduated as a veterinarian, after so many years of studying your ass off, now you can finally do what you love—helping animals, specially hybrids.

hybrids are usually left at shelters, most of them spend all their lifetime there. others belong to hybrid zoos, where they're sometimes forced to do things like mating, entertaining people, etc. some are more lucky and get adopted, but there's still a lot of misconceptions about hybrids so it's not very common yet.

that's why you decided to work at a shelter a fellow colleague recommended you to, since it took exotic hybrids who tend to be the ones that are met with the worst fate. you'll take care of them and make sure they find an owner or send them to sanctuaries where you know they'll be okay.

you gave all the hybrids the same care and treatment, but there was a particular one that stands out more than the others. kazutora, a tiger hybrid. he's always away from the others, rarely talks and he's still very wary of you. when is his time of getting checked he's tense all the time and doesn't look you at eye, you once tried to pet his ears while checking him but he immediately moved away, which was odd because the other hybrids allowed you to with no problems. so you decided to approach him on a more personal manner, you wanted to know why he was like this and also help him overcome it, not only because it was your job but also because you genuinely cared.

-

now you're here. he's sitting in front of you after you called him to have a "private meeting". his eyes are glued to the floor, strands of hair cover a part of his face and he honestly looks like he's ready to get out of here.

you sigh. this is not going to be easy, you can feel it already.

“kazutora, do you have any idea of why i called you?” you hear him murmur something, but it's so quiet you can't make out anything he said. you sweat and clear your throat trying to not pressure him. “...could you repeat that?–”

“please don't send me back!” he screams making you flinch. your eyes met his for the first time, and you can finally see what's probably been bothering him all this time. fear. “i won't do it again! i won't kill anyone, just– please! i don't want to be there! i promise–” you cut him off before he keeps begging.

“calm down, kazutora. i would never do that, okay? come on, breath” he's sobbing pitifully, tears falling from his wide eyes non-stop. he isn't anywhere near to calming down.

feeling helpless, you do what comes to your mind first, give him a hug. your arms circle around him, one hand petting his long hair and soft ears while the other rubs his back, and you hide his face on your neck, not caring about the wet spot he'll leave on your new shirt. “shhh... that won't happen, alright? i'll always be here for you, kazutora. i won't allow you to be hurt ever again” you feel his breath hitch on your neck, then he nuzzles your shoulder.

“do you promise?” his shy muffled voice makes you smile. “yes, i promise” you kiss his hair which causes him to start purring, and your heart involuntarily melts at the sound.

how stupid of you to fall right where he wanted you to.

-

it's been a few weeks since that encounter with kazutora, and his attitude changed a lot since then. the thing is you don't know if it's a bad or a good thing.

“of course it's a good thing, what am i thinking” you scold yourself with a mumble. “at least he's not scared of his own shadow now”

at first his clingy behavior was cute, he would follow you around and look at you with his big shiny eyes then ask to be pet. or he would take any opportunity to hug you and nuzzle your chest with a big smile, it was adorable, really.

but now you can't even check on the other hybrids without him getting upset, and he gets really upset. he would hiss, showing his big sharp fangs and restrict your arms to avoid you touched them, then he would take you away and cry rivers on your arms babbling things you don't really understand. and no, he will not stop crying until you agree with what he just did (and kiss his cheeks).

a few months into this same situation, and it was already collectively known among your coworkers and the hybrids that only he was allowed to be attended by you, only he can receive your pets and of course, only he can be the one you give your attention to. it wasn't even debatable, it was a fact.

“[name]! glad you're here, your baby it's making a fuss already” said your coworker teasingly as you enter the shelter. “that reminds me, i've been wondering why haven't you adopted him? he doesn't even want anyone that's not you to look his way...”

“oh- uhm well, i just spend more time here at work than my home and i wouldn't want to leave him alone for so long, and also adopting a tiger hybrid isn't really that easy” they nodded in agreement and hummed.

“makes sense but-” a loud bang that came from kazutora's room interrupted them, making you both sweat. “i think you should go” you nod and move quickly towards his room.

you open the door and close it behind you. the room was a mess. the bed sheets were ripped, his food was scattered everywhere, the few clothes he owns were thrown on the floor —along with the closet—, and he was sitting on a corner, back facing you, his tail moving on a distressed motion.

“tora...?” you trail off, as you get closer to him you notice he's shaking, and when you're an arm away from him he turns around. “don't touch me! go away!” he's hissing at you, his ears flat against his head and you also notice his claws poking out.

“what's wrong? let me-” “no! leave me alone!” a sob comes out of his throat and suddenly, he's full on crying but he isn't allowing you to comfort him this time. “you don't want me!” he manages to say with a wobbly voice. “you don't love me, you- you liar!” he rubs his puffy eyes and turns his back to you again.

“...what? why do you think that?” you're beyond confused at this point. racking your mind to remember any moment where you said or did something to make him think that, but nothing really comes to your mind.

he scoffs and slightly turns his head, his long hear covering his face. “don't act like you don't know. i heard you. you don't want to adopt me” he says with a small voice. your eyes widen with realization. how careless of you.

“that's not what i meant. you got it wrong kazutora” his left ear twitches and he just remains silent, making you understand he wanted you to continue. “i do love you, and i do want to adopt you but-” “then do it. if you love me then do it” he interrupts you, he's not asking, he's demanding it. leaving you no room to argue unless you want to tick him again.

“i... okay, i will. i'll take you home” his ears perk up then he turns around abruptly and jumps on your arms, making you fall backwards on the floor, him on top of you. he nuzzles your neck and purrs more loudly than he ever has while mumbling thank you's, you're kinda taken back by his sudden change of attitude, but that thought quickly washes away when you feel him humping your lap.

your cheeks heat up and you grab his hips “tora? wha-” “that makes me your mate! we're mates now, [name]” he says with a lovesick look. he then turns around and sticks out his bum, wiggling his hips. “claim me~ you have to claim me as your mate” “here? we can't do that here” he sighs and turns to you again crossing his arms. “you said you love me, don't you? we're lovers then, and lovers are mates. mates have to claim each other, now do it”

your brow twitches annoyed. “you're acting oddly demanding huh” you shrug him off your lap and before he can complain you force him on all fours.

“okay then. just don't be loud” he nods frantically and allows you to bring down his pants along with his underwear, revealing his pretty ass to you. you grab both of his cheeks and spread them open, showing you his twitching hole. you tease your fingers around his rim making him whimper and shiver.

“i've barely done anything” you chuckle and collect saliva in your mouth then spit it on his hole, using your fingers to smear it around, and use those same fingers to put them in his mouth, he happily drools all over them, bitting them lightly too.

now with some improvised lube, you slowly start pushing a finger inside him, but he has other things in mind with the way he tries to push back on it. “tora stop, it's going to hurt” “doesn't matter! just use all of your fingers” he says with a high pitched voice, his tail wrappes around your wrist and lightly pulls on it. “do you want me to rip you open or something? don't answer that” you sigh and trust your finger faster.

you hear him mumble a quiet 'i do' but ignore him and keep your pace just a little faster. eventually, you have four fingers deep inside him and he's desperately trying to fuck himself back on them, but your hand on his hip isn't allowing him to.

“[name]! f-fuck me, please! need it, your fingers!” he moans when you slightly twist them inside him. “i told you to be quiet damn” he whimpers and tries to muffle his little noises with his hand.

you take your hand off his hip, allowing him to grind and push back on your fingers, and bring that hand towards his long soft fair, then tug on it making him squeak and arch his back deeply. you hover over him until you're looking down directly to his eyes that stare up, big and shiny.

“open” you don't need to say it twice for him to open his mouth, tongue lolling out and expectant for what you're about to do. you open your mouth and slowly a big glob of spit drips down your tongue toward his own, and obediently he swallows without you needing to command it.

“good boy” your praise was enough to have his eyes crossing and cock squirting cum, making a pool under him. you're kinda surprised by how easily he came, but that just makes him even more adorable.

you grab him and sit him on your lap, caressing his ears and listening to his purrs while he rests his head on your shoulder.

“i love you” he says sleepily. “i love you too, tora” he blushes and smiles feeling giddy and butterflies all over his tummy. he breathes your scent deeply and as he falls asleep he promises to himself to never let you go.

I love this sm

⌜Sanzu's Girl⌟

cw - fem reader. noncon. kidnapping. murder.

wc - 3.2k

a/n - repost. lightly edited/revised. no part two unless an alien fucks me first so don’t ask. also @katslutski @suspirihah bc they asked to be tagged :’)

Sanzu let his eyes take in the décor of your room; pink. It was a lot of fucking pink. He glanced down at the strands of silky, pink hair resting against his shoulders and snickered to himself.

Won’t like pink for much longer.

You’d soon come to associate all the horrors of the world with that eye-grabbing color once he finished what he came here to do, and that was putting your father six feet under the ground—Naoto Tachibana.

He had stuck his filthy fucking snout in too many places it didn’t belong, Bonten business being one of them, and Mikey had officially put a hit out on him after letting him run wild for so long, something he only did for the sake of Takemichi. Takemichi. Sanzu wasn’t sure what kind of friendship the two shared, although he had a sneaking suspicion it was more romantic than anything—because Sanzu would only ever go to the lengths Mikey went for Takemichi over a nice piece of ass, and even that was pushing it.

Sanzu hummed to himself and walked over to your bed where you were peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of how your life was about to be turned upside down. He sighed, corners of his lips pulling up as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest under the sheet that was covering you. So innocent..so dumb..so clueless. Did you not feel his presence? Were you so trusting in your father’s ability to keep you safe that you hadn’t developed any survival instincts? What a Goddamn shame. Naoto had failed you. Now he had another reason to send him down to the pits of Hell, not that he ever needed one in the first place.

Killing wasn’t something Sanzu needed to justify. He liked to do it, so he did it. It was fun for him, entertaining even. He liked shooting people, stabbing people, suffocating people, drowning people, blowing people up—he liked it all. It was fun. He could already feel the excitement brewing in his stomach as he danced in his spot, his heart race increasing as he pulled the katana off of his back and unsheathed it, crystalline blue eyes reflected in the blade. His tongue ran along the back of it until he reached the tip, and a deep groan left him as it pricked his tongue, a familiar copper taste flooding his taste buds as it did.

His eyes snapped over to you when you stirred in your sleep and rolled onto your side, and his heart jumped at the prospect of you waking up and giving him a reason to put his blade to use early. You weren’t the target, but you always could be. Mikey wouldn’t give two shits if Sanzu slit your throat. Or if he forced the blade down it until it reached your belly. Sanzu could do whatever he wanted, to whoever he wanted.

His shins hit the edge of the mattress as his lips split into a wide grin, scars at the corners of his mouth pulling, and as he mulled over the most gratifying way to slit you open in his mind, you shifted once again, this time rolling into your original position on your back, and Sanzu’s thoughts of splitting your belly open left as the sheet displaced itself, revealing your lack of clothing underneath it.

His fingers danced across the hilt of the katana the same way his eyes danced across your body; your breasts and the taut nipples that adorned them, the curve of your hips, the pudge of your thighs and what lay between them—a pussy covered by a light dusting of hair—and down to your—fucking sheet. He pushed it the rest of the way down with the tip of the blade, and his cock, that was already at full mast from his earlier thoughts, was now leaking in his slacks, a problem that his dry cleaners would have to deal with when he dropped his suits off at the end of the week.

But fuck that, it wasn’t time to think about that bitchy front desk attendant who he wouldn’t mind seeing on a missing persons poster. No, it was time to think about you. Time to think about—is that a dildo? He sheathed the katana, and with care that only came out with his most prized possessions, he gently laid it on your bedside table before leaning over your bed to get a better look at the object laying beside you. A dick. A pink, silicone dick. He grabbed it, a laugh that was more of a huff than anything leaving him as he looked it over. Your juices were still on it, cold and sticky, as if you had just recently used it, and with a perverseness that would make the wickedest criminals blush, he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply, his tongue darting out a second later to lick it base from tip. Fucking divine.

Eyes rolling and chest heaving, he pushed the dildo into his mouth to get more of your taste, a deep groan leaving him as your flavor flooded his taste buds. He suddenly stopped his greedy sucking when he looked back at you, more specifically your cunt. He pulled the dildo out of his mouth and snorted, finally realizing he could just get it directly from the source. Fuck, I’ve gotta lay off the coke.

He moved to the end of your bed, and his hands grabbed ahold of your ankles as he prepared himself to yank you down, but he froze in his tracks when he realized that would surely wake you up and send you into a screaming fit. He didn’t want Naoto coming in to ruin the fun before it even started, so with a slowness and calmness so unlike him, he pushed your legs apart and crawled onto your bed on his stomach, careful not to jostle you too much.

By the time he was finally face to cunt with you, his face was red with annoyance at having to move at a snails pace, but that feeling died down when he spread your folds apart with two fingers, dopey grin making its way onto his face as he saw traces of your previous orgasm. Having waited long enough, he pushed his face forward, the warmth from your pussy feeling like home, and licked a stripe up your cunt. His eyes closed on their own accord as he lapped at you like a dog, spit dripping off his chin, and he flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit to incite a new rush of slick from you, just barely containing an excited chirp when he got his intended reaction.

He didn’t know how long he stayed between your legs, loudly sucking and slurping away at you, nor did he care. The only thing Sanzu loved more than killing was fucking—and besides, the longer he spent defiling Naoto’s daughter under his roof, the more time he’d have living. Before he killed him, he’d make him thank him for his generosity.

Sanzu pushed his tongue into your hole, and his mind immediately went to how it’d feel to have you creaming around his cock. His hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs as he tongue fucked you, his nose pushing into your clit, and he made a noise in his throat when your walls tightened around his tongue, signaling your orgasm, and he greedily drank up all you had to offer. He pulled back and smacked his lips as if he had ate a five star meal, and in his mind he had. If there was a restaurant that had your pussy on the menu, he’d order it every damn time and savor it like it was his first time tasting it. Fucking. Divine.

He glanced up to your face to see you were still sleeping oh so peacefully, the only indication Sanzu had spent close to an hour—judging by the clock on your wall—laid between your thighs being the furrow in your eyebrows and the light trembling of your legs. He pushed up so he was back standing, and kicked his shoes off as he worked on the button of his pants. They pooled around his ankles before he stepped out of them, now completely bare save for the black button down he wore, and he worked on unfastening the buttons as he climbed back onto the bed, pushing your legs further apart with his knees.

Once his shirt was undone and showing off the lean muscles of his chest and stomach, he cupped the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up as far as they’d go, no longer caring if you woke up. He was within distance to shut you the hell up in an instant, and with that security blanket, he snapped his forward, cock bullying it’s way inside you and sinking in deep. You winced, but otherwise didn’t react, and Sanzu laughed under his breath as he let his head fall back, needing a minute to keep from coming already. How fucking embarrassing would that be? And imagine if you were awake...he’d really have to kill you then.

Once he was certain he wasn’t gonna blow like a teenage virgin copping a feel of his first tit, he began to thrust in and out of you, his pace slow and steady. Your pussy was wet enough—thanks to his eager mouth as well as your little solo session earlier— for it to be an easy glide, and he relished in the lewd squelches that sounded each time he pushed into you, your walls happily sucking him in. His eyes watched the way your tits bounced with each roll of his hips, and he gave you a particularly hard thrust, grinning at the dramatic bounce before his attention was pulled away by you finally starting to stir awake.

Your nose twitched as your head softly thrashed side to side, and Sanzu watched as you blinked your eyes open, a groggy moan forcing itself out of you as he twirled his hips, thick cock hitting something and bringing forth another one of those pretty sounds. Your eyes glanced down between the two of you, and Sanzu spread your thighs to give you a nice view of how he was fucking you, and grinned as your eyes slowly trailed up his body until they landed on his face.

“Hell of a good way to wake up, right?” You blinked at him, and he could have cooed at how stupid you looked right now. “Wish I woke up everyday to a nice fuck,” he rasped, pace picking up as he watched your face contort into a terrified expression, eyes filling up with tears as your mouth opened and closed. “You’re a real lucky girl, you know that?” He groaned as you tightened around him, from fear probably, and his hand dropped one of your legs and covered your mouth when you sucked in a big breath, no doubt getting ready to call for the nosy piece of shit bitch you called a father.

“Make one noise and I’ll bury that,” he jerked his over to his katana, and you looked over, eyes comically widening when you saw it. “In your daddy’s guts. You got that, princess?” He was going to do that anyways, obviously, but it was fun to watch the cogs turned in your head as you thought over what he said. You were probably thinking, ‘just be quiet and let him finish and no one’ll get hurt’, or something like that. Or maybe you weren’t as dumb as you looked, maybe you knew he was going to kill him either way, possibly even you—hell, maybe you even knew who he was.

A spark of recognition shone in your eyes, and Sanzu’s signature grin was back as he moved his hand from your mouth, his hips stilling as he pushed his face into yours, now so close that your breaths mixed together. “I know that look…” That look of horror that he was always greeted with when someone finally realized exactly who was standing in front of them. “What’s my name?” His finger trailed down the side of your face, and he watched your lips tremble, his breath hitching when they finally managed to form words.

“S-Sanzu..” he raised a brow. “Sanzu Haruchiyo.” He hummed, a low deep sound that made you flinch, and let his finger run down the length of your neck before he wrapped his hand around it. You gasped as he squeezed, hard, hard enough to give you an idea of what it’d feel like to die by his hand in this moment.

“Your daddy tell you that? Tell you how much of a bad man I am?”

You nodded.

“‘S about the only thing he did right.” He muttered. “That, and raising a daughter that knows how to take a cock.” And with that he started up a brutal pace, relishing in the way you tried to bite back your cries and squeals each time he slammed into you. You were trying so hard to keep your dad alive; lips pressed tightly together and eyes squeezed shut, your hands pushing at his stomach to try and slow him down, but he fucked into you faster and harder—so fast and hard that the headboard began to tap against the wall with his movements.

His hand dropped down so he could thumb at your clit, and he laughed in your face when a moan managed to slip out, your face crinkling in shame and embarrassment before you covered it with your hands. “Ah, fuck that’s real cute.” He didn’t let up on you, instead switching to a slower pace that allowed him to make sure you felt every sensation; every drag of his cock along your walls, every brush of the pad of his thumb on your surely sensitive clit, he wanted you to feel it all. He wanted to see pleasure overtake shame. Wanted to see your eyes roll back as he forced you to cum on his cock this time and not his tongue as you called out his name. He wanted it, and he’d get it, because Sanzu always got what he wanted.

The hand that wasn’t between your legs moved to your breast, and he pinched and rolled your hard nipple between his fingers, eyes darting up just to see you still covering your face. “Enough of that. Let me see you,” you shook your head, “that wasn’t a fuckin’ request.” He momentarily let go of your breast to snatch your hands away, fixing you with a cold glare to warn you not to do it again, and then his fingers were back to toying with your nipple. He was now free to watch your face contort in a mix of pain and pleasure, and his eyes drooped as he pressed down hard on your clit, cock throbbing inside you when a pathetic, whimpering moan slipped past your lips. “That’s what I wanna hear.” He did it again and got the same response.

His smile was back on his face as he once again picked up the pace, and your moans that you had kept so quiet before were now freely flowing, egging him on to fuck into you faster to see just how loud you could get. Would you be loud enough for Naoto to hear you? Would he come check on you? Thinking you had snuck a boy in only to be met with the sight of the man he had been trying to put behind bars for years balls deep in his precious little girl? Would the last thing Naoto see in his life be your face screwed up in pleasure as you came around a murderer’s cock?

Sanzu threw his head back as he laughed; a loud, unhinged sound that rivaled all the other noises going on in the room. His thrusts were just as erratic as his behavior, and soon enough he felt your pussy clamp down on him as you cried out a shrill ‘Sanzu!’—and at the moment, your bedroom door burst open. Sanzu turned to look, his eyes locking with a pair of shocked ones, and his eyes rolled back into his skull as he buried his cock inside you, the band in his stomach snapping as he filled you with his cum.

There was a moment of silence, Naoto trying to get over the shock of watching his daughter get fucked by the criminal he had been building a case against for years, and you from trying to get over the shock of being fucked by said criminal and getting walked in on by your dad.

Ay yi yi, what a mess.

That brief moment of hesitation was Naoto’s downfall. With a swiftness that no one was expecting, Sanzu slid off the bed and retrieved the gun that laid on the floor, it having fell there when he dropped his pants, and took aim at Naoto’s leg before pulling the trigger. Two screams rang out as the bullet pierced his flesh, and Sanzu was grateful that Naoto had chosen to buy a house in total isolation.

Naoto crumpled to the floor, his hand pressed to the wound as blood spurted out around it. Sanzu walked over to the nightstand and picked up his katana, and he glanced back at you who was still on the bed, soiled sheet clutched to your chest. “You might wanna cover your eyes, princess.”

“Did you take care of him?”

Sanzu looked at Mikey and nodded his head with a grin, fingers tapping the arm of the chair he was sat in. “Mhm. Strung him up in the yard for the mailman to find, too.” Mikey looked up from the paperwork he was signing off on, and Sanzu’s grin widened at his blank expression.

“I told you not to make a mess.” He looked over the splotches of blood covering Sanzu’s clothes, as well as the dry, crusted blood that was in his hair. “And what is this?”

“What’s what?”

Mikey sat down his pen and leaned back in his seat, his hands clasping together as he exhaled through his nose.

“What’s that,” he nodded his head to you who sat perched in Sanzu’s lap, your empty gaze locked onto your knees. “And why is it here?”

“Oh, this.” Sanzu tucked you further into his chest as his hand moved to tilt your head up, your dull eyes that had an uncanny resemblance to his boss’s now focusing on Sanzu’s lips. “Introduce yourself, princess.” You mumbled out your name, and he grinned before placing a messy kiss on your cheek, whispering a ‘good girl’ in your ear as he did. “She’s my souvenir. Isn’t she cute? You can use her any time, Mikey.”

“I’ll pass.” Of course he would, Sanzu thought. “Keep her out of sight and make sure she doesn’t get away from you, because if she does,” a gun was suddenly pointed at Sanzu, and he breathed out a laugh as Mikey clicked off the safety. His finger pulled back on the trigger, and Sanzu didn’t so much as blink as the bullet whizzed past his head, grazing his cheek as it went. “That’ll be between your eyes instead of in my wall.”

“You don’t have to worry, Mikey,” Sanzu wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck. “She’s gonna be on her best behavior, because if she’s not..” He pushed his mouth against your ear, and he lowly chuckled when he felt you shiver. “She’ll end up just like her daddy.”

CHOCOLATE CAKE

FT. mikey. draken. baji. kazutora. 

+ everyone wants a piece of kazutora’s girlfriend.

CW. afab!fem!reader. foursome. cucking. unprotected sex. facial. blowjob. handjob. cum eating. threats. consumption of alcohol.

AN. 18+, minors dni. wc. 2.6k

Spilled bottles and reeking alcohol. The sweet scent of cake mingling with the bitter stench of cheap beer. Sugar on your lips and a crease on your otherwise flattened skirt. Lipstick stains on your boyfriend’s cheek and perfume that doesn’t belong to you though it sticks to your skin all the same.

You’ve heard about how easy men are. How one little bat of your lashes make them go dumb in the head and aching for attention. While it’s quite humorous—pathetic, for a better word—the length they go just for a little taste really is embarrassing.

Kazutora doesn’t hang out with his friends all that much. There’s no particular reason other than that wherever he goes, you go. While he’s confident (or violent) enough to know he could break their arms if he wanted—it doesn’t make the foul taste go away.

Your boyfriend’s keen. He notices more than he lets on, always silently watching with those pretty, piercing yellow eyes. It hardly takes anything to notice that Mikey’s being way too bold tonight, pushing boundaries he’s decided to overlook with the alcohol in his system. Quite frankly, Mikey’s a bit of an oddball—it’s hard to read him and he’s harder to understand. Maybe it’s the booze—his tolerance is lower than you initially thought—that makes him send you a lazy grin with droopy eyes and heated cheeks.

“Bet Kazutora sucks in bed.”

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Bonten!Izana that runs the gang alongside Mikey. Both formed it after Shin's death at the hands of a rival gang. Running an established criminal organization this early in his adult life has made Izana more mature, more grounded.

Bonten!Izana with his gang tattoo in the middle of his back. It ripples as he delivers ruthless blows to Bonten's enemies, it's surrounded by a littering of scars fresh and old that mar tanned skin.

Bonten!Izana who's always dressed to the nines in the finest of clothes. Well tailored suits that fit his lithe frame, evening wear woven from the softest silk and jewellry that glitters even under the lowest of lights.

Bonten!Izana with his long locks of stark white hair, it falls to his shoulderblades and curls at the end. He tries his best to keep it out of his way during altercations, keeps it secure with hairties varying in different colors and sizes. Definitely not a stranger to spending nights with a bottle of conditioner and a comb getting out blood from silken tresses.

Bonten!Izana with all of West and South Tokyo under his thumb, his to control. Likes to drive one of his many cars down the streets whenever he can to keep an eye on things. He's even slightly friendlier to the kids that run up to him; Ran tells him it's because his eyes get softer around them and he always takes the little gifts they give him.

Bonten!Izana who found a family in his gang. He finds peace—though he'd never admit it—in the once mandatory but now pleansantly routine breakfast meetings and sporadic nights off. Takes quiet joy in replacing the strawberry syrup candy sticks Mikey keeps in his office, with celery sticks. The soft spot that continues to grow for his younger brother let him allow the younger to occasionally eat it with peanut butter.

Bonten!Izana who spends countless sleepless nights in his office, the stunning view of the city never failing to remind him why this was all necessary. He enjoys the silence sometimes; he loves and respects his men, grateful for the deafening quiet they always fill but there are times he likes hearing himself think.

Bonten!Izana who's definitely not afraid to get his hands dirty in order to reach his goal, stumbles into your private practice late one night. Keeps his sharp eyes trained on you as you suture his split knuckles and apply ointment to his bruises. Then he keeps coming back.

Bonten!Izana who leaves a gift basket and card on your desk for you to find the next day then shows up again later that night. He comes alone and doesn't say much, just likes looking at you. He smirks when he sees that it makes you nervous having him so close especially when he smells really good.

Bonten!Izana who can't get enough of you, tries to see you at least once a day. His chest squeezes whenever he comes to your practice after a brawl and sees the worried look on your face the entire time you patch him up. Couldn't resist kissing your frown away.

Bonten!Izana whose kiss threatens to steal the breath from your lungs, lets you grip onto his coat to keep your knees from buckling. Ring clad fingers grip your chin as his lips connect with yours, drinking down your whines as your tongue licks at the seam of his mouth. He didn't think he'd ever have a favorite flavour of lipgloss until after he met you.

Bonten!Izana who takes you for the first time at your office, bending you over your own desk. He kicks your legs apart and drags the crown of his cock over your twitching centre, relishing in your impatient whines for more. He's groaning into your ear at the way you clutch around his length while begging for him to go faster.

Bonten!Izana whose teeth sink into your shoulder when your tight little hole threatens to drain him dry. The veins on his shaft rub against your velvet walls, drawing pleasured gasps and quiet whines from his throat as his very long and pretty cock nails your sweet spot.

Bonten!Izana whose signature earrings and pretty gold chain dangles in your face when he flips you onto your back. Orchid purple eyes dazzle at the way you come apart underneath him, all shaking limbs and quiet pleas to keep going.

Bonten!Izana who needs your gentle touch to clean his wounds and scratches but loves when you leave your own marks. "Gonna fuckin' kill me, sweetheart." He cursed into your ear the first time you dragged your stiletto nails down his back, drawing red welts to the tanned skin as he fucked into you with a pace that stung when your skins met.

Bonten!Izana who was admittedly afraid you'd turn him away when you found out he was in Bonten. But, he was pleansantly surprised when he felt your tongue trace the outline of his gang tattoo, couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips into the mattress while your pretty mouth sucked hickeys around it.

Bonten!Izana who loves showing you off. He'll take you to any event the first chance he gets, will take you shopping himself and even let you choose something for him. He knows you have money, loves getting you more of it and loves helping you make your own, will spend his own money on you without question.

Bonten!Izana loves that Kakucho and the others treat you like one of their own and loves that you've welcomed them all with open arms. They got suspicious of his whereabouts and followed him to your place, where they saw him bringing you flowers and food as an apology for missing a date. The gang was too stunned to speak.

Bonten!Izana who can't get enough of the fact that you want nothing else but to love him and be loved wholeheartedly in return. He lives for the happiness in your eyes when he agrees to spend five more minutes in bed with you.

Bonten!Izana who would burn cities down to keep his empire warm for you.

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request: when their child says its first word with tokrev dads !!

ft. mikey, kazutora, wakasa, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, fluff, children, domestic things

an. been missing my tokrev dads <3

TOKYO REVENGERS DAD SERIES

𖦹 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

mikey groans when the alarm blasts through his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he shuffles closer to a smaller warm body beside him. blonde locks splayed across their tiny face and he can’t help smiling at his little creation.

“when did you get in here?” mikey whispers, smiling as his son looks up at him, bleak eyes mirroring his own crinkle before fluttering back close. your hand slithers from under the covers, wrapping around your husband's waist, “he always gets in the bed when you leave” you mumble, pressing a kiss on the back of mikey’s head.

mikey gathers his son in his arms, holding him close as the toddler wiggles in his grasps “i’ll stay a little longer just for you.” mikey’s chest throbs as his son wraps his arms around his chest, struggling to hold on with the little strength he has but he just doesn’t want his dad to go anywhere.

“forever?” his son squeaks and mikey freezes, slowly guiding his face down to meet him, “y-yeah” mikey stammers and the bed shakes as you jolt up from the bed, “his first word!” you squeal, toppling over your husband to squeeze your son into a hug.

mikey’s cheeks streak tears, silently crying as you hold your son into the air, smiling as he repeats his first word over and over, you turn to mikey—tears forming in the lids, “forever, i’ll be here forever for him and you” mikey smiles, features softening even more when his son grins back.

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

golden irises watch carefully as his son chomps on his afternoon snack, gently cutting more pieces to place in front of his child, your body lingers over kazutora as you hand your son a bottle filled with milk.

you begin to turn back but not before a larger palms grips at your hips, “gimme a kiss, pretty” kazutora flashes a grin, squeezing at the flesh and you bend over to peck his lips, “i love you” you mumble through his mouth causing kazutora smile to grow wider.

“i love you more, angel” kazutora deepens the kiss but the shrill squeal of his son makes him pull away quickly, “what is it?” kazutora coos, his son clapping his hands together and gurgling incoherent noises.

“yeah? you think mommy should stay home today too?” kazutora laughs, pulling you on his lap and your hand coming up to wrap around his neck and the other wiping the drool from your son’s mouth.

“love” your son babbles, “love you” he adds, grinning at both you and kazutora mouth hung open—you’re left speechless as kazutora claps his hands together, leaning a hand over to ruffles at his son's hair, “i love you more buddy” kazutora grins and his son squeals louder.

“think you can stay home now to celebrate his first word?” kazutora smirks at you and you roll your eyes back, “only because i love you” you mumble and kazutora laughs causing his son to bounce back with the same amusing sound.

𖦹 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

your husband has spent the last hour coaching his bouncing daughter to say her first word, giving her unlimited kisses and cuddles, sugary sweets but alas nothing worked.

“come on princess, say daddy” wakasa coos, picking her up to straddle her squirming body on his hip, she shakes her head throwing the chocolatey cookie in her mouth, wakasa sighs walking her over to you.

“hey mommy, want this?” wakasa holds his toddler out to you, smiling when her violet hues light up seeing you, “i see what you’ve been doing” you grunt, grabbing her and wiping her stained cheeks from the crumbs slathered on them.

“just want to hear her first word” he grumbles, slouching his shoulders as wakasa heads over to the living room, “mommy” his daughter giggles, pinching your cheeks—wakasa stops in his tracks, craning his head back in your direction.

“seriously?!” wakasa whines, stomping back over to you and picking his daughter back in his arms, “daddy, say daddy princess” wakasa begs, lip quivering when his daughter squeals back ‘mommy’—wakasa sighs in defeat but pulls his smile back when she grabs his cheeks, “i can’t be mad at you angel, i know how much mommy loves you.”

you walk behind wakasa, wrapping your arms around his waist pressing your face into his back, “she’ll say it one day, just give her sometime” you mumble, and wakasa pulls his daughter into a tight hug, “daddy” she grumbles through his shirt and you can almost feel the tremble of your husbands back as he softly cries at her second word.

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

ran has his daughter placed between his legs, watching a children's show in the background while his hands undo her braids. “you know angel, when i was your age i had my brother to torture instead of watching brainwashing shows” ran begins, looking over towards you on the opposite side of the couch.

“it gets pretty lonely being an only child, doesn’t it?” ran adds, smiling when you toss a pillow at him, ran dodges it easily, bending down to press a kiss on top of his daughters head, “she’s a handful already” you snort, watching your daughter’s body struggle to stand and jump into her father’s arms.

“but she’s all mine” ran chuckles, swaying her little body in his hands and smothering her cheeks with kisses, your cheeks burns from the smile engraving on your lips listening to your daughter squeal and babble when ran continues the assault of affection on her.

her little head pokes through an opening on his hold, pointing a chubby finger in your direction, “mine” she yells, giggling when ran scoffs loudly. “mine?” he questions, heaving her body in the air and bouncing his daughter into mid flight.

“mine, mine, mine” his daughter mocks, flashing a toothy grin when ran lowers her to dust kisses on her face, “mommy is mine, all mine” ran coos, even after all the years you’ve spent with ran he still managed to make your cheeks burn hot and body feel flustered.

“her first word” you say softly, climbing over to lay your head on his shoulder and pushing back black strands of hair on your daughters face, “i don’t care if she’s our baby, i am not sharing you” ran winks, wincing when you reach over to pinch his cheeks.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

it’s the gut wrenching sight of his small child curled up against his side, snot dried on his nose and a wheezing noise rising from his chest. rindou wasn’t used to taking care of his son without your help but since the cold had caused you to be terribly sick as well—rindou thought he could manage.

rindou watched in pain as his son gripped his shirt harder, sniffling when he tried to shift, “daddy has to get up” rindou whispers, noticing his son flutter his eyes open and bore the same hues right into him.

“stay” his son whimpers, clutching harder against the fabric till his tiny hands turn a darker color and rindou can’t help but get choked up at the sight—added to the sounds of his son’s first words, rindou is crippling with emotions.

“i’m here, i’ll always be here” rindou croaks, cuddling up closer to his son, humming softly as he rocks him back to sleep. you smile from a distance, watching your husband delicately as ever soothe his sick child.

“you’re going to get sick being that close to him” you gently walk towards rindou and he tilts his head back to look at you, “i don’t care my boy needs me and i’m not going anywhere” rindou smiles, already feeling a chill run down his spine but he truly doesn’t care—rindou knows he needs to be right here for his child regardless of the cold stifling in his chest.

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

the first outing with his little girl and sanzu decides on bringing her to his place of work, showing off her uncanny turquoise eyes to his colleagues and a mocking laugh to have them feeling uneasy about how much she’s just like him.

“look princess, that’s ran” he tilts her towards the taller man, her face burying in his chest when ran walks closer examining the small child clinging to sanzu. “jesus sanzu, she’s the spitting image of you” ran laughs, ruffling her hair and sanzu pulls his child away.

“hey, no touching what’s mine. already had to explain that to you about my wife” sanzu growls, smoothing his daughter's locks back to her perfect pigtails. the younger haitani joins in on the gawking, smirking as sanzu coos at his daughter when she starts making a gurgle noise.

“daddy” she looks up at sanzu, his eyes grow in size with a gasp leaving his chest when she squeals again, “daddy!” sanzu struggles to hold her when she starts bouncing in his arms, babbling the name over and over.

“are you crying?” ran taunts, looking over at sanzu as tears roll down his cheeks, “y-yeah, my baby—that’s her first word” sanzu chokes, quickly stepping away from the brothers to fumble around for his phone.

“we gotta tell mommy what you said angel, she’s going to be so proud of you” sanzu grins, his daughter mirroring the same cheeky smile and clapping her hands together—it’s an odd sight from the outside, watching someone like sanzu glow as he calls you bragging about how perfect his daughter is.

yeah, goodnight

*starts crying under the covers*

Playing dumb so people do ur work for u >>>>>

THIS WAS SO GOOD

I'm Locked In This Space

Day Twenty: Lactation + Bukkake | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi x Twice x cow hybrid f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: this is a sequel to this... enjoy 🐮 (you can probably read this without reading part one but... part one is bomb and u should totally read it 🤪) Warnings: 18+, noncon, pseudocest, lactation, bukkake, rough touching, nipple play, degradation, praise, group sex, cumplay??, fingering, masturbation, dacryphilia, slapping, spitting, kicking, hair pulling. Words: 3.7k

“Nii-San! Too rough!” you cry. “Too rough with me!” you continue.

“Shut up,” Tomura hisses. “They’re fucking broke, why doesn’t it ever work when I do it?” he complains.

“Because you’re a fucking incel and have no idea how to touch women.” Touya teases.

The light provocation is more than enough to rile up your brother. And who is lucky enough to be at the receiving end of his frustration? You. He slaps you, spits in your face and shoves you further into the ground. That slinky tail of yours waves around in the air as you try and pick yourself up. It was like you were begging for Tomura to yank it. You screech eerily, it’s jarring enough to cause everyone to cover their ears.

This would not be happening if your daddy wasn’t away on business. Touya was right, Tomura didn’t have a clue how to touch a woman. But your daddy was perfect. You miss him. He’d keep you safe; he always does.

If only Tomura and his friends hadn’t stumbled across your little indiscretion with your daddy. If only Tomura hadn’t discovered that your tits leak milk when you’re aroused.

You wouldn’t be in this fucking mess right now.

Jin drops to the ground. He can be just as mean as the others, but he has a sweet side too. There’s no doubt that he’s your favourite of Tomura’s friends. You curl your body away from him, still sceptical of his intentions. But he looks at you with pleading eyes. He’s begging for you to trust him. And maybe you’re dumb for having faith in him; but something is telling you to believe he won’t hurt you.

He sits with his back to the wall and spread legs, inviting you between them. You accept. You shuffle along, doing your best to prevent the swishing of your tail. If any of them must violate you like this, desperate for their milky reward, you’d rather it be Jin. He hooks his feet around your ankles, spreading you open for your brother and Touya to see. You nestle your face into the crook of his neck. You’re embarrassed, ashamed. He doesn’t mind. He wants to help.

Two thick fingers plunge into your already sopping hole. You mewl from the stretch, his fingers are a lot bigger than your brother’s. He lightly rolls a nipple between his finger and thumb. You instantly feel at ease. It’s obvious he has experience, something your dear brother severely lacks.

“Just relax sweetheart, gonna make you feel good.” he whispers as his face turns to you. A grin forms on his face when he sees your cute little ears twitching from the positive reinforcement. “Cum already! I’m getting bored!” he adds, the risen volume making you jolt.

You wrap an arm around his neck, pulling your face closer into him. For some reason, it’s irritating Tomura. He’s never been protective of you before. He hates you, after all. But seeing Jin be so kind to you and seeing how affectionate you are with him. He’s worried. Is he, jealous?

“You’re doing great baby, sorry I shouted. I didn’t mean it okay?” Jin hums. You nod, tears pricking at your eyes. It’s so unusual for boys your age to be nice to you. Tomura had made it very clear that you would never be allowed to make friends at university, he easily turned everyone against you. So, to have Jin be so sweet with you, almost like a friend. It was foreign, but it was nice.

“Stop being fucking nice to her, makin’ me feel like I shouldn’t be watching.” Touya interjects. Jin snickers but ignores his friend. Much to Tomura’s chagrin.

“Come on bitch, cum for me already!” Jin repeats in a similar vain to his previous outburst. How could you possibly cum when you were so nervous? But because of his irritating secondary voice, he’d mastered the art of speaking whisper quiet when he needed to. He lined his mouth up with your little, twitching ears, so he could help move things along. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” he murmurs. “even your cow parts, in fact, I think they make you even prettier.” he confesses. You pull your face out of your hiding spot and look at him.

“Yeah?” you whisper back.

“Yeah.” he assures you. The feeling of his big fingers fucking your insides all of a sudden feels a lot more enjoyable. “Think you can cum f’me? Wanna make you feel good, gorgeous.”

Tomura has had enough, he’s not about to stand around and watch while you have a private conversation with his friend. Slut. Ugly cow slut. He begins to approach to drag you away from him, but Touya has noticed something he hasn’t. He holds his arm out to prevent him from moving any further. Your cute little face scrunches up and your mouth falls into an ‘O’ shape as your brother’s blonde friend batters your insides. The squelching is obscene, you’re desperate for this to be over so you can get on with your day. You’re close, so close.

“Jin!!—Nggh!” you moan.

You feel embarrassed as you cum in front of an audience. Touya and Tomura are lording above you while Jin holds you gently against him on the ground. You’ve done what they ask. So, you know what’s next.

“Make her do it, Jin.” Tomura commands. So Jin gets to work, pulling gently and carefully on the nubs of your breast. It’s so tender, loving. It reminds you of how daddy is with you. “Hurry up.” Tomura orders. With the right pull and a perfect pinch, your breasts are leaking. Tomura scrambles to the ground and hurries towards you, not wanting to waste a drop. He latches onto your breast and suckles greedily.

“Fuckin’ freak.” Touya hums. It’s ignored by your brother, he’s too drunk on the treats from your teats.

He wipes his mouth breathlessly as he takes all that you can give. He looks up at Touya, unashamed of his behaviour. He just pants, and pants. Until finally, he smiles.

“Make her do it again, you both need to taste it.” Tomura commands.

Jin gets to work on rubbing your swollen clit, eager to make this nightmare end for the both of you. It’s a relief that you’re so sensitive already, it takes no time at all to have you on the verge of cumming again. Jin stares intently into your eyes as you come closer and closer to the precipice. He’s telling you that you can do it. You’re amazing and you can do it. So, you do. God, you do. Jin begins tugging on your nipples again before Touya objects.

“I’m not an incel like this freak, I got it.” he tells his friend.

You’re yanked away from Jin and pulled onto Touya as he sits comfortably on the ground. He has you straddling him. He bites his lip as he admires the changes of your face. You must like it when your nii-san’s friends touch you. Whore. Stupid cow whore.

“Do my fingers feel good, sweetheart?” he asks you. You nod. He pinches a little harder, making you wince. “Words, doll. Tell me how good my fingers feel.”

“G-Good, Touya. Feels good.” you admit. It wasn’t a lie. It was obvious Touya had the most sexual experience out of Tomura’s friend group, and yet, you much preferred it when Jin was touching you. He pulls you closer to him, lacing his fingers through your hair and pulling you downwards. The skin of your neck is completely exposed, he nibbles lightly on your pulse point which makes your cunt clench around nothing. He lets you go, resuming his tender rolling of your nipples. And soon, they’re leaking once again.

“Taste it.” Tomura instructs.

Touya latches on, not offering Tomura a verbal response but feeling more than comfortable to flip him off. He’s devouring your essence. It is good. He supposes he understands why Tomura can’t get enough. Shit. He can’t get enough, either. He pulls away, he isn’t breathless like Tomura, but it was certainly an awakening for him. His lips are parted, they’re decorated with speckles of white milk. The upper and lower lip are connected by a milky, webbed string. He smirks at you, pursing his lips and making kissy noises.

You know what he wants.

You lean down to kiss him. And it’s weirdly intimate. Passionate, in fact. It enrages Tomura. He tries to intervene, but Touya sharply kicks him away. He huffs and groans. He’s furious. But what can he do? It’s Jin’s turn, anyway. He’ll just have to keep getting jealous until he makes his friends leave.

“Let Jin try,” Tomura speaks. But Jin shakes his head.

“Not interested. Let me taste your tits babe!” both of his friends were confused. Two conflicting points, but they always know which voice to believe. Why didn’t he want a turn? “You guys… You’ve skeeved me out. Freaks, both of you. I don’t wanna do it.” he confesses.

“Suit yourself.” Tomura responds.

“Aw, I think Jin’s in love. Tryna take the fuckin’ high road and make us look shitty?” Touya torments.

Jin huffs, searching for his cigarettes and lighter in his jacket pocket. He nods along with Touya’s statement, anything to placate him. He doesn’t love you, obviously. He doesn’t know you. You’re just Tomura’s little sister. He thinks you’re cute, but love? Tch. In any case. As cute as he thinks you are, he isn’t going to miss out on the finale.

Jin stands to his feet, as do Tomura and Touya. The sound of three zippers coming down whirrs through your mind and sends a disgusting, unexplainable feeling through your senses. You can’t handle getting gang banged. Not today, not ever. But that isn’t what this is. Don’t you worry your slutty little head about that.

Three menacing glares were fixed on you. Glowering down at your frightened, confused form. Jin was different, like he’d become a new person. The sweet, caring whispers were a thing of the past. All three of them had removed their hardened cocks from the confines of their trousers and are pumping away.

“T-Tomura-nii?”

“Sit nicely for nii-san.” he tells you, the familiar slit of his cock looking you dead in the eye. “You’ve been a good girl for us today, so we’re going to give you our milk now.”

Tomura ordered you to stay on your knees until they were done with you. The hard, cold flooring was less than comfortable for your aching legs. It was upsetting that zero of the three men standing before you thought to offer you some comfort in the form of a couch cushion or a blanket. But you aren’t surprised. They’re only out for themselves.

“Who’s first?” Tomura questioned.

“Probably you, right? Two pump chump, fuckin’ virgin.” Touya remarks, smirking once more as he finds himself so damn amusing.

“’m not a fucking virgin anymore!” Tomura argued.

“Why is that again? Oh yeah, because you bullied your little sister into fucking you and she agreed so that you’d like her more.” Touya continued.

“Shut up, Touya.” Tomura seethed, “You go first, fucking asshole.”

It was odd, really. That they were snapping and staring at each other while they had their dicks out. It was like they were threatening each other with their erections. A standoff, almost. It was even weirder that they didn’t seem to notice it was an unusual thing to do with friends. Maybe they’ve done this before, another innocent girl in the exact same position you are. But Touya shrugged. He was happy to go first. He’s been aching for a while now, and he couldn’t wait to see what you looked like covered in his pearly white cum.

His fingers laced through your hair yet again, forcing you to look up at him. He was smiling, really smiling. A cheesy, skin crawling smile that sent fear from the tips of your ears to the edge of your tail. Touya didn’t seem to be embarrassed that he had the shortest length in comparison to his friends. It wasn’t short by any means. Easily six inches. A nice length, not too thick either. It didn’t bother him at all. He has the most experience. He has the record for girls he’s made cream themselves. The size doesn’t matter, he knows what to do with it.

The blood pumps through his cock as he continues beating his length. His eyes fluttered closed as he focuses on his impending high. Memories race through his mind of girls he’s fucked and orgasms he’s experienced. His teeth grit. God, you’re so cute. You’re better than any of them. His eyes open again, and he bites his lower lip, harsh enough to draw blood. It’s your eyes, you see. Your sweet, innocent eyes all blown to hell. It’s like you’re pleading with him to not do this to you. But he has to. He needs to.

“Gonna look so pretty, painted with my cum.” he croons. You feel slick dribble out of your sloppy cunt. If there’s one thing you like about Touya more than anyone else, it’s his voice. And now, with the way you’re squirming on the ground, he’s picked up on it. “D’ya like my voice princess? Like it when I talk dirty, and low?” he wonders. You nod.

Your eyes are watery. The way his tip leaks doesn’t go amiss, so wet and ready to cover you in his wasted kids. He feels himself getting hotter. His forehead coated in a thin, sheen layer of sweat. Inky black locks sticking down against him. He’s running out of air, out of resolve. He can’t last. He needs to give it to you.

“Gonna cum, doll. G-Gonna— Ah, oh – fuuuuuck – take it.” he growls. Watery, white sperm lands on you. It’s hot, boiling almost. It’s warmed your entire face. You feel sick when you realise he got in your hair. It seems endless. Has it been a while for the resident stud? “Thaaaat’s it. Fuck, looks so fuckin’ good babe.” he groans, forcing out the last of his release.

You feel filthy. And it’s only going to get worse, two more scumbags to go.

Tomura wants to be last, process of elimination dictates that Jin is next. He lights up another cigarette in his mouth before forcing you to look up at him. It’s erotic, somehow. It certainly makes you more aroused, seeing his cigarette latched between his lips as he jerks himself off in front of you.

He can see the adoration in your eyes, too. Fuck, maybe he does love you. It’s undeniably a sight he can get used to. You still trust him, don’t you? That’s sad. That is real sad, actually. Simply because he showed the tiniest bit of kindness to you, you’re giving him more credit than he deserves. He meant what he said, but he only said those things to make you cum.

Jin is the biggest of the three, by far. Thick and long. Veiny, too. It didn’t surprise you at all. He’s the tallest of the three and it’s easy to see he’s got the biggest build. You knew the blonde would have a monster betwixt his thighs.

The cigarette is giving away how close he is, how desperate and needy he is to cum. With each inhale, the smoke comes out of his nostrils in shaky, erratic breaths. You’re perfect. You’re perfect. Yes, you’re fucking perfect. He loves you. He loves you, has he always loved you? He doesn’t love you, yes he does! He can’t love you. He’s been through this; he doesn’t know you. But look at you. So obedient, so beautiful, so willing. You love his cock, don’t you? Better than Tomura’s and Touya’s. He’s hoping you think you might love it more than your daddy’s.

“Say you love me,” he speaks, orange embers on the tip of the cigarette flickering playfully as he talks. “say it, say it darlin’. You love my fat cock, don’t you skank?!”

“I- I-“

“Fucking say it.”

“I… I love you Jin. I love your… your…” you gulp. The little bob in your throat makes his eyes roll over white momentarily. He wants to see his cock shoved down there, he knows it’d choke you. But you’d try your best for him, wouldn’t you? You love him after all. You’d take his heavy cock down your throat. That’d prove you love him alright, if you let Jin fuck your tight li’l throat. Next time. And away from these degenerate freaks.

His cigarette almost drops from his lips, but he catches it skilfully with his teeth. The way you jump and quickly close your eyes as he shoots his cream onto you is the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen in his whole entire life. He grunts loudly, it’s manly and so erotic. He seems older than the other two. More mature. Touya may have fucked more girls, but Jin seems more grown. He doesn’t care to argue with them when they start. He isn’t interested in comparing dick sizes and he has no desire to get into competitions over girls. He’s here to cover you in his cum, and that’s all that matters.

His head droops backwards while he orgasms. Smoke from his cigarette dances and twirls upwards towards the ceiling. His contribution to your skin is both better and worse than Touya’s. It’s thicker. You prefer thick, creamy cum over runny. Although in this instance, you can’t stand it. It already felt disgusting to have one person’s essence on your skin. And now, they’re mixing. You’re sticky and gross. And you still have one more to go.

Your dear nii-san.

And what a pretty nii-san he is. The skinniest guys always have the longest cocks. Though he was still beat in length by Jin, he had a skinnier shaft too. Each of the men above you had something different to offer, and you were more nervous than ever now it was your brother’s turn. He jerked himself off with one hand as he ruffled his hair momentarily with the other. No wonder he’s so well liked and popular. He’s just so handsome. You still couldn’t believe he was a virgin until he fucked you. How weren’t girls throwing themselves at him?

“You’ve n-never looked better.” he smiles, observing your features. “All of this cum is covering that ugly face of yours.” he taunts, Cheshire grin taking over his face as he snickers at you.

“Tomura-nii… ‘m not ugly.” you sniffle, unable to hide your hurt feelings from them. Touya laughs lazily down at you. But Jin turns away. He can’t stand to watch, to listen. But he’d never defy Tomura or challenge him. Maybe he doesn’t love you as much as he thought. It was pre-orgasm hysteria.

“You are, though.” he replies to you. “An ugly little cow. You should be grateful my friends and I are giving you the honour of our cocks. No one else will, you know. No one wants to be with a freak of nature like you.” he spits.

“P-Please, stop…” you beg. Your fat tears roll down your face and mix with the copious amounts of cum covering you already. You truly have never, ever felt so disgusting and so used. But this is what Tomura wants, you don’t realise it. But there’s something so arousing about seeing you cry.

“Aw, poor little bitch. Did nii-san upset you?” he asks, and you nod. “Good. Ugly whore. You look even uglier when you c-cry.” he stammers. Voice betraying him eventually as he climbs towards his release.

He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, eliminating the glossy sweat that’s making his icy blue locks stick to him just as Touya’s hair had been. Tremoring fingers begin to scratch at his skin, his neck. He’s anxious suddenly. Why are you fucking looking at him like that? You know how. Like you always do. So fucking needy and upset. He yanks your right ear, and you yelp woefully.

“Open your mouth for me.”

And you do. And for some reason, that is what makes him lose it. Your willingness to please your nii-san in any way that you can. The immediate enthusiasm to open your mouth if it means it will gratify your brother. And it’s wet. Your mouth, it’s so fucking wet. Your pink muscle vibrating in your mouth as you wait for him to deposit his load inside. Spit strings between your teeth. He feels stupid now, too. Because like Jin, he wishes he’d fucked your ugly little face instead. Give you a real reason to cry. He only spurts a little into your mouth. The rest squirting across your cheeks and into your eye. It stings, fuck, it really stings. As if you needed any more of a reason to cry.

“Good girl, stupid cunt. Y’hear me? My stupid cunt, nii-san’s ugly little cow.”

They’ve all tucked themselves away now. Ready to move on and head out somewhere for more fun. They aren’t sure what could be more fun than that. They can’t wait up to meet up with Kai and tell him how badly he missed out. Tomura has forbidden you from moving from that exact spot until they’re out of the penthouse. You’re cradling your bloodshot eyes. Praying desperately that they leave quicker. You want a shower; you want an ice pack. You want to be alone.

Jin halts as Touya and Tomura enter the elevator. He explains he forgot something, and he’ll meet up with them in a few hours. He’s gotta go home and pick up some things. They shrug their shoulders and bid him farewell. Tomura has known Jin long enough now, he trusts that he won’t try and steal anything. He trusts that he’ll retrieve whatever it is he’s forgotten and get out.

But he won’t.

He won’t, because he hasn’t forgotten anything.

He approaches you. Jin crouches down on the balls of his feet and offers you a hand. He’s smiling. Not menacingly. Not with an ulterior motive. He’s just smiling, earnestly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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when setters do The Thing

Genuinely feel the need to post this cause at this point it’s getting out of hand.

So during the events kinktober I’ve noticed that a lot of people have been hating on dark content blogs, going as far as to anonymously harass creators to the point that they’ve had to stop posting content.

And it’s perfectly fine if you don’t like those types of blogs, you’re not obligated to at all. But to go out of your way to harass someone for what they do, even when they’ve put warnings all over their blog about how their material contains something you might not like, is just plain wrong.

It’s not okay in any sense to consistently harass people when they’ve done nothing to provoke you. And it is very easy to just scroll past something if you don’t like it, there is no need to go into someone’s blog just to belittle them for something they put genuine time and effort into. Some of these blogs have spent days, weeks, or even months of careful planning making events and taking time out of their day to respond to small asks. Even warning viewers about potentially sensitive content. They don’t need people bombarding them with hate and rude comments every 5 minutes.

I’m not even a content creator myself! I have literally no idea how much work these people must put in to do what they do. All I know is that they do it because they want to, and if that’s what they want to do, then I have no business telling them they can’t.

Other than that, I wish all you writers and creators a wonderful day, and a happy kinktober! Keep up all the good work, and I look forward to what awesome stuff you guys come up with!

the thought of sanzu making you ride his gun is *chefs kiss* but imagine him making you lick it as you ride him.

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=͟͟͞͞➳ CW: gunplay; riding; reader and sanzu are part of bonten; is this dark content??; this is sooo unhygienic but this is fiction so it’s not

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Sanzu would call you at his office late at night after a job, and you would meet him there innocently thinking it would be something business-related, just to be thrown over his desk a few minutes later, your skirt lifted to your waist and shirt unbuttoned, your tits almost popping out of the bra. He spat on your pussy to help his fingers do wonders inside of you, and just before you came he stopped, laughing at your frustrated groan.

“Come here, doll,” he said, leading your sensitive body to sit on top of him on his seat. You were facing him, slowly going down on his cock. “Having trouble taking all of me, darling? Don't worry” he said, faking sympathy and slamming you down with both hands on your ass. You let out a loud moan and his devilish smile grew wider. You started to move your hips faster, Haruchiyo grunting with his face on your neck, biting hard enough it would leave a mark.

He was still with his dress shirt half-buttoned, so you slid your hands under it, scratching his abs. You were a hot mess on top of him, all sorts of noises coming out of your mouth as he started to play with your clit. You were so close again your whimpers started to get louder, and with that Sanzu held your hips in place letting out a moan, you couldn't move and had another orgasm ruined.

“Now, now, we don't want to make a fuss about it, do we? If you continue to be so loud, the entire building will hear you.” he kissed your cheek “And that wouldn't be good for us, I shouldn't be sleeping with my boss’ secretary, should I?” he said and you nodded, looking directly at his eyes. “So let's just find something to shut you up”

You felt a cold metal slide through your leg and your eyes widened with fear, you froze in place.

“No, doll, don't worry. I didn't use this one today, and it's locked. It won't be any harm. Shh,” he shushed you with the pistol barrel “keep your mouth busy, now. Lick it” he demanded and you took out your tongue to lick a strip of the cold metal, the taste was weird but the sight of you doing it almost made Haruchiyo cum right there with the way your walls clenched. You were into this kind of stuff?

He started to stimulate you again, and you resumed your movements, going faster and harder on him. Your open mouth with the tongue out made the scene even more erotic, a line of saliva going down your chin, and when you threatened to moan, Haruchiyo shoved the gun down your mouth. You gagged from the surprise, the taste of iron spreading through your tastebuds. Tears started filling your eyes, this is too much. The overestimation, Sanzu’s dick hitting every right place, one of his hands stimulating your abused clit and the other one making you suck the gun as his own mouth sucked you everywhere.

It was too much, too much. You wanted to say, but your eyes rolled and you started shaking at the same time Sanzu unlocked the gun, a crazy look on his face as he came with you. You let out a muffled scream of fear mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm and he took the weapon off your mouth, kissing you afterward.

“Oops, my hand slipped” he laughed with the little breath he had left, his pink hair stuck on his forehead with sweat.

“You... Are a crazy... Son of a bitch” you said, breathless, resting your face on his neck.

Synopsis // Y/n has always been a faceless girl. Insignificant, unimportant, a background character in her own life. Someone who will never do or be anything worth mentioning. She lives her life like a shadow, lurking but never moving unless other's do it first. All that changes when Ran Haitani becomes seemingly obsessed with her. So much for a peaceful freshmen year. How will she handle this flamboyant playboy and her own insecurities?

Genre // Angst, fluff, smut

Warnings // Non-consensual acts, stalking, nudity, sex, oral (f & m), descriptive sexual content, bullying, depression, smoking, drugs, degradation, kidnapping, violence, emotional abuse, codependency, (adult) underaged drinking, parties, yandere tendencies.

Rating // Not meant for underage consumption, 18+ only.

Extra // Fanart || Playlist

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All rights belong to @mizumellon, the author and creator of this story, all the characters except for ones created by me belong to their rightful owner, Mr. Ken Wakui. Do not post or share my content on other platforms, ask for permission beforehand. Thank you.

sex tape.

━━━━━━━━ his dick, your mouth, infinite will power + a camera.

pairing: eren x fem!reader (college au)

summary: eren accidentally turned in his and reader's sex tape as his final project for the semester. good thing she's down for making a new one.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: filming, sex tapes, mentions of masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), blow job, closet sex, profanity, hand job, nipple play, deep-throating, gagging, overall nsfw themes.

a/n: my sincerest apologies to my family and underage readers but I just had to write this.

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You hear him come in the door of your shared apartment, but pay him no mind, content to keep your thought processes flowing on your final paper, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Darling?" Your brow furrows. Just a little bit more. “Babe?” One more sentence. And…done! Just in time for Eren to poke his head into the kitchen, eyes sweeping over the room before turning around to continue on his way, realizing you were, indeed, in there and doing an about-face back into the room. “You didn’t hear me calling you?”

“I was trying to finish this section before I lost my train of thought,” you murmured watching the little bar circle at the top as it saved. Tilting your head back, you gladly accepted Eren’s greeting kiss when he came to stand over your shoulder.

“How much more do you have left?” His eyes roamed the screen as if he would immediately know what he was reading.

“It’s halfway done and only eight more sources to find. Most final papers are ten pages altogether. I don’t see why this man had to double it. It’s not like we’re writing our dissertations yet.”

“Maybe it’s meant to be a start to them. Do all the research a semester early?”

“Unless all the upperclassmen are keeping it a secret for some unknown reason, I don’t see that being the end to this means, but whatever. I’ll just be glad to be done. What did you need?” Twisting to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes narrowed when you saw his expression.

“So, I have to tell you something.”

“What did you do now, Eren?” He frowns as he sits across from you.

“Why do you assume I’ve done something?”

“What did you do, Eren?”

“I also resent that you’re saying it as if I’m always getting into trouble.”

“What. Did. You. Do. Eren?” Your eyes narrow further to push him into admitting it. Seems like he’s gotten a little too comfortable with your threatening look if you had to ask him three times. It’s either that or ignore him which he hates, but either way, he was going to tell you.

“Fine! But don’t be mad, okay?”

“No promises.”

“Then trust I’m going to fix it.”

“Okay.”

“Or try my best to, but it’s not looking too good.”

“You are not helping yourself, Eren. Just spill the beans before my anxiety spikes any higher.”

“Okay, so you remember two weeks ago when we made that uh – that sex tape?” How could you forget? That had been a good – nah great night. Your cheeks were heating up just thinking about the way his rough hands gripped your ass, splayed on your back, yanked at your hair. “I’ll take your glossy expression as a yes. Well, funny story, and I’ll just cut to the chase here so you can go ahead and kill me. It would be no greater honor than to go by your hands, my love, but I might have accidentally turned it in to my professor as my final presentation.” After the words spill out, Eren waits with squeezed shut eyes, bracing for a hit. Not that you make a habit of hitting him, or hit him at all really, but of all his fuck-ups, surely this one takes the cake and will be your final straw.

“So it’s not great, but we can just go ask to exchange the flash drives. I assume that’s how you turned it in. While we’re at it, who saves a sex tape on a flash drive. What were you going to do with it?”

“I just wanted to back it up because you never know what might happen. Also, I couldn’t work knowing it was just sitting there on my laptop. I already had to stop twice, and I needed to get my presentation done, so I saved it to the drive, put that in my desk drawer, and deleted the original.”

“I haven’t even gotten a copy, but you got to masturbate to it twice – at least twice,” you pouted.

“I didn’t mean to the first time. I was just trying to transfer it from the camera and you just looked so pretty staring right at me through the screen and your soft moans just started getting to me and the way your ti–"

“I get it. Come on. Let’s go get our tape back. Then you can give me a copy. And we can watch it together, maybe recreate it. After I finish my paper, of course.” He would love that. Really, he would have.

“Yeah, that’s where things get difficult.”

“Why?” You got up, stacking scattered papers and shutting the laptop lid.

“Because it was for Professor Levi…” You froze, gaze slowly drifting up to his. Now you understood. Professor Levi was by far the strictest man on the campus. A complete ass to his students just because he could be. A man who locked the door ten minutes before class started because “if you’re early you’re on time,” then counted attendance as twenty percent of the final grade, who went all the way to ‘K’ on multiple choice test with every variation of the answer to confuse students as much as possible, who would mark the whole short answer question wrong if there was any incorrect grammar as small as a misplaced comma. Levi who was the only instructor that taught professional ethics of all things, leaving everyone required to have it with no choice but to suffer.

“Can I ask why you saved our sex tape on a drive that looked exactly like the one you planned to turn in? Not that it matters since it’s already done…”

“It was a two pack,” he shrugged, fingers running through his long locks at the irritation settling on your face. Not good. Not good at all. “I didn’t want to put it on the one I use regularly in case I lost it or someone needed to borrow it.”

“Right…right. So he’s most likely going to take them home with him. Grades are due on Monday. Before I put my lock-picking skills to use and we entertain going to jail for breaking and entering, we should at least ask him to exchange the drives. So we can at least say we asked if we face expulsion or jail time.”

Eren watches your nose wrinkle with thought, a fond smile growing on his features. “This is why I love you.”

“Because of my knack for being able to get you out of trouble? Believe me, it’s from practice at this point.” He got up, slowly walking back to your side of the table.

“Because you’re smart. And you’re beautiful. And you have an out of this world p-"

“Eren!”

“I was going to say personality!” Leaning back, you squint up at him, face flushed from his compliments.

“Sure you were.”

“I was,” he insists, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “But you do have an out of this world pussy too.” You were out of his arms in a second, easily swatting away his weak from laughter attempts to bring her back into him.

“I’m going to get our sex tape back.”

“Baby, wait.” His feet carried him after you without a thought, hand grasping yours outside the door no matter how hard locking the poorly put together deadbolt was with one hand. He’d have to take another look at that later.

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Breaking and entering was looking more and more like the route they would have to take to you as you watched Levi basically rip Eren’s request to exchange the drives apart.

“You think I was born yesterday?”

“No, sir. Not even a little bit.”

“Yet, you’re still here asking me to accept your “actual” project like you didn’t turn it an empty drive so you could go home and do the presentation.”

“Trust me, the one I turned in is not empty. And the presentation takes way more than three and a half hours to complete.”

“Why did it take you three and a half hours to come back then?”

“I had another final! Then it took time to get home then back here.”

“Right. Sure,” Levi snorted.

“Who hurt you, man? Why are you so suspicious? I have no reason to lie.”

“Besides the fact that you’re going to fail because of the blank drive you turned in. You really think you’re going to get one up on me?” Eren glanced back at you, who was by the door of the office, his eyes going wide. What was this man’s problem?

“Sir, as I have already mentioned, it is not and empty drive. I simply turned in the wrong one which looks exactly like the one in my pocket because they look identical.”

“What’s on the other one then?” The question had him freezing, mind trying to quickly come up with an answer. “You can’t answer? That proves –

“A home video!” you chimed in making Levi notice you for the first time. “It’s –

“Are you in my class?”

“Uh, no sir.”

“Then you have nothing to do with this. Stay out of it.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her, either of you, how I want when you come into my office demanding things from me like you’re owed something. Well, you’re not. You’re like every other entitled student on this campus who thinks they can just float on by without doing an ounce of work or being held accountable for their actions. Rest assured you will not be getting such treatment from me. You should have paid attention to what you were turning in.”

Eren stared at the shorter man, fed up with his attitude, tired of his shit, and not about to let him get away with even thinking he was gonna tolerate it being directed at you. He came to a single conclusion. “So, you won’t accept it and consider taking off late points,” he tried one last time, glancing down at the baskets drives lining the edge of the desk.

“No.” Well that was that then.

“So, I’ll start by saying you’re being an asshole, Professor Levi. A massive, colossal one. No one likes you. Not because you’re an asshole. Take it from someone who knows, it is possible to be a lovable one. There’s being strict and there’s being an unforgiving piece of shit who doesn’t give second chances or understanding that no one, least of all yourself, is perfect. Your whole self-righteous crusade to teach us all a ‘lesson’ is just an excuse to impose your self inflated ego and self importance on the rest of us because obviously you’re so cut up about people your age not giving a shit about who you are. Well, do you know who I am?”

Eren should sometimes really shut the fuck up.

“No and frankly, I don’t give a damn. I’ve heard enough of this. Get out of my office.”

“Good. Sorry, not sorry.” Before Levi could react, Eren’s arm swept across the desk knocking each basket to the ground, their contents littering the floor in front of the desk, some sliding underneath. Paying no heed to the enraged spluttering, he dropped the correct one to the ground and you will never know how he kept track of the correct one when there were thirty that looked exactly the same in the sea of drives, but he scooped it up, kick the rest around some more, and was pulling you out the office by the wrist, breaking into a run as soon as you both rounded the corner.

 “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Me either. It won’t matter if we can’t get away though.” He rounded another corner, then another towing you along.

“I don’t think he’d come after us.”

“Won’t chance it.” you almost ran into him when he came to a sudden stop, arm nearly being ripped off when he yanked you in front, shoving you into a custodial closet and stumbling in behind you. The door slammed with a loud cracking and you barely had time to get your bearings when you heard a, “Well, shit.” Turning around to face him, you followed Eren’s gaze to the floor where the thing they’d maybe just committed assault for fell from his pocket and got smashed between the door and its frame.

“So…that was all just for nothing.” He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Well not nothing. We won’t be expelled for giving a teacher sexual content. A multitude of people, some who I’ve never met before won’t see my vagina.”

“That was the only copy. I deleted the other one from my computer. I-I- that video was so hot! Like some of our best sex ever…and now it’s just gone. Do you think it’s too crushed to put back together enough to at least get the video?” you bit your lip, taking in your boyfriend’s forlorn expression that had been heated and passionate not a whole minute ago; his tall figure and long legs that had been towering over Levi; his fingers that had been pointing near the man’s face, now curled into a fist, thoughts flashing of how they could curl in your hair.

“We can make plenty more videos. I’m always down for trying to top our best sex. Now doesn’t seem like a bad time. I think we’ll be in here for a minute.”

“What, bae?” He looked up at you noticing how the pink in your face had worsened than it had been when he was trying to get them away before. The professor could do something about the stunt he pulled. What was thought to be anger turned out to be completely different, he would learn when you were pushing him up against the door, bits of the broken flash drive crunching under their feet as your mouth connected with his.

You took full advantage of his surprise, tongue dipping purposefully inside swirling around his, your own saliva pouring in. He doesn’t have much presence of mind to do anything else but take it while your lips move against his, unable to keep up in his confusion and quickly decreasing oxygen levels. It’s only when you pull back, heavy eyes on him as you swipe at his upper lip, warm breath being exchanged between you two that he can voice his curiosity.

“Not – not that I’m complaining at all, but what’s with all the, uh, affection all of a sudden.”

“Nothing. It was kind of hot- really hot. I just- just- Levi has been such an asshole to you, to everybody, this entire semester and seeing you finally giving him a piece of your mind or what he really deserves…” you trailed off letting his low groan when your hand slithered between them to palm his waking dick through his sweatpants finish off your thought. Your free hand gripped his chin pulling his lips down to meet hers again, moving sensually, tongue giving light teasing touches as you stoked his dick to erection.

His swollen lips and dazed eyes were so cute as you sank to your knees in front of him, his breath hitching at the slow tugging down of his sweats and underwear. A thrill coursed through you when the swelling pink tip was uncovered, the soft ridge just above the foreskin, the veins that ran along his thick shaft. Your lip worried in between your teeth when you pushed his bottoms all the way to his ankles, attention fully on the fat cock hanging proud between his thighs, the beautiful curve that always had your own pressing together to stay the growing throb between them.

You could already feel your mouth watering, jaw preparing for the familiar ache of taking him down your throat. But first, you grabbed at the end of your shirt, stretching it up and over of your head to rest on the back of your neck, and enjoyed the hitch of his breath when you did the same thing with your sports bra, the material just a little bit more restrictive than the shirt. That was fine. You had no reason to free your tits other than the fact that Eren loved them so much. His cock twitched when you ran gentle fingers over the soft skin, a sigh eliciting as you brushed over your own tender peaks. You looked up at your boyfriend who as utterly entranced. Yeah, you had great tits, but that wasn’t what you were on your knees for.

“Aren’t you going to video me,” you breathed just the way he liked and was rewarded by a bead of precum forming at his tip, a groan as you took the warm weight in hand. His eyes looked so wild, glancing down at your hand that began to stroke his length softly. Sometimes it was so easy to get him. “Eren, video?”

“I-I don’t have the camera.”

“Use your phone, old man.”

“…” He trailed off in a murmur as your hand started twisting and massaging, palm feeling the veins running along it intimately.

“What was that?”

“Left it…at the…the apartment.” This boy. The fingers you had fumbling phone from your back pocket was at complete odds with the dexterous up and down of your other hand. You wished you could see the flex of those beautiful abs you worked so hard on together, and you had half a mind to make him tuck the hem of his shirt and sweatshirt into his mouth.

“What would you do without me,” you ask, swiping left and starting it for him, knowing he would most likely forget.

“Be stuck with my right hand for company.”

“Take this,” you guwaff and Eren does as you tell him to, grasp weak as your now free hand massages at his thigh so close to his balls. “Hold it up. Can you see me?” It was so unfair how cool you were about this after all but jumping him in a janitor’s closet, but as he takes the device into both hands to have some semblance of steadiness, your face comes into view and he forgets how put out he kind of, but not really, is. Yeah, you're right down there in front of him, but there was just something about seeing his girl’s pretty face, those perfect tits, her looking so hungry for him on the phone. Yeah, he already knew he wouldn’t last long.

He watched intently as you stared up at him through the screen and him back down at you and you started just like you did everything, slow and steady working into an easy twisting rhythm. His abdomen flexed all on its own, anticipating the first touch when your pink tongue peaked from your mouth, breath holding as you leant in.

The long jittery sigh he released when your tongue swiped over his smooth tip, excited you, made you trace its soft spongy ridge with your thumb before closing your lips around the warm mushroom tip. He whines so sweetly when you suck, tongue laving at the opening, tasting salty droplets. Eren’s face flushes even more prettily when your mouth slides down his length, easing him over your tongue and down your throat, coating his dick in spit. You knew damn well he liked it wet.

“Mmh- fuck, baby.” He never had a filter when it came to sex or anything really, but if he felt good, he wasn’t going to stop it from being known. Noisy is what you called him, but he had no intentions of keeping quiet as the warm wet insides of your mouth sheathed his sensitive dick, hot tongue running flat along the underside as your head came back up and dipped back down taking him deep within.

Eren never felt the need to brag at his size, but he knew it was above average, yet you took it like a champ every single time, nose brushing the skin around his base, leaving more slobber to drip down when coming back up in your steady rhythm. He forgets the video, head smacking back against the door, hand threading through your silky strands just feeling the pulse, the heat, and wetness, and suction. The suction. “Y-your so good- g-great at this…”

You hummed in response, eyes drifting from the camera up to his face. How his throat bobbed, veins bulging, lips hanging open as he groaned out yeah’s, ah’s and a lot more. His hips were chasing when you pull off, the hand on his thigh the only thing keeping him back.

“The camera’s tilting, Eren,” you huffed catching your breath, eyes straying to your reflection in the shiny veneer of a vacuum, seeing bits of saliva on your chin, the quick movements of your hands.

“Mhm.” It jerks back level and you're on again, swirling around the sensitive reddened head, arousal spiking between your legs when his fingers held tighter to your hair, at the strained curses that meet your ears.

“Quiet, Eren. Someone’s gonna hear.” you're no help, cheeks hollowing as you sink back down on him. “I- hah- know.” And then he proceeds to moan rather loudly, grip tightening further when you squeeze enticingly at his balls. “‘S hard.” Okay, so she was being purposefully difficult, but it was all to the ends of pushing his upper garments up.

“Put your shirt in your mouth.” when you have him by the dick like this, Eren is so wonderfully obedient, doing what you say without question. To him, it just means he can mewl and whine even louder without inhibitions. To you, it couples with the pleasing image he poses, so hot with sweat on his brow, jaw clenching around the cloth, hand pulling at your scalp almost painfully.

You had loved him for as long as you could remember, had always been his biggest fan, his biggest support, and yeah, you thought he was cute, but somewhere along the way your boy had gotten hot, despairingly hot. It made a girl want to touch herself at seeing the expanse of tanned abs forming into the promising V of his sex muscles.

The shy, sweet urges you used to have in regards to him had transformed into something you hadn’t previously known existed until he’d fucked his aggression out on you one night and Eren felt guilty, but it just opened new doors for you. Doors that involved moaning around his cock as you sucked him off in a custodial closet because you couldn’t control yourself. Doors that had you palming your breast and tugging at throbbing nipples because the ache in your jaw, his heavy weight in your mouth dragging along the top of your mouth made your core burn hotter, made you want to work harder.

It’s the increased vibrations around his dick, peak building, that encourages Eren to pry his eyes open and look down. Miraculously, you were still in the frame, his dick quickly sliding in and out of pretty pink lips, your eyes closed in a blissful expression, tits jiggling with the motion. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself from breaking your pace by trying to make it his own, the hand in your hair becoming an active participant.

Your eyes open, go wide as he moves your head instead, fingers dropping from your breast and holding on his hip to stop him if necessary, but you didn't have to worry too much even as you do slacken your jaw a bit to let him fuck your throat. It only takes a few thrusts in that perfect pressure and suction, the sounds of sloshing saliva and your moans, occasional gags that pushes him over the edge.

Pleasure surges through him, shirt falling from his mouth as he keens his orgasm, cum spilling copiously into your mouth and he can feel more than see how you gulp it down eager to swallow it all. It’s your personal challenge each time you blow him to take it all, and Eren would love to help, but the copious amounts of cum he ejaculates is out of his control…and he also thoroughly enjoys the messy view when you can’t.

It’s after you push off that he comes down enough to see that you almost managed, just a few drops falling from your jaw to your chest, staining those amazing breasts. He looks away, occupying himself with stopping the recording. As much as he would love to fuck you in this closet, it probably wouldn’t be the best decision lest they get carried away and are found. But he lets it be known that he would be returning the favor as soon as they got home when he helps you up and uses fixing your clothes for you as an excuse to tweak the nipples he loves so much.

“You don’t have to. That was all me.” you grabbed another brown paper towel from the stack next to you and wiped your face.

“I want to and I don’t plan on stopping at just returning the favor.”

“Oh…”

“Plus, I don’t know how much a vid of you blowing me will do for you,” more than he will ever realize, “so we have to make a completely new tape.” you're already barely ignoring the slickness of your underwear and now he’s promising to take care of it when you already resigned yourself to finishing your paper?

“I have work to do.”

“You and I both know that it isn’t due for another three days. What’s one night? You’ve been working hard for the last month.”

“I don’t want to be working on it at the last minute. We can have sex after.” Once you're both presentable and the bits of shattered drive are in Eren’s pocket because maybe there’s a chance of fixing it, he takes your hand, swinging it in between them and leans in.

“Or we can do it after, incorporate a little bit of role play with that schoolgirl costume Sasha couldn’t convince you to wear last Halloween. That would be a fun tape to make. Besides, I know you’re already nice and wet for me.” you found yourself flushing at all of his words but focuses on the ones you could deny most readily.

“I am not!”

“You always get wet blowing me, babe.” He opens the door and peeps out.

“So?”

“So, I gotta take care of your out of this world pussy. Coast is clear. Let’s get going.”

“Oh my-"

You shake his hand off, brushing past him and out into the hallways.

“H-Hey! Baby, wait! You have to keep watch and makes sure no ones around.” you didn’t turn around once, listening for his footsteps hurrying to catch up and quickening your pace. You needed a little longer to wipe the silly smile off your face. He could not know that you found that terrible line funny.

Or that you were so looking forward to it.

ᥫ᭡ ─ PEEK-A-BOO! ⸝⸝ shuji hanma.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ bully!shuji x f!bimbo!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ your dumb little self can't stop being so clumsy, especially around the biggest school bully, dropping your glasses and getting on your pretty knees in search of them only to just be teased for them..

warnings ⸝⸝ 1.1k+ wc. sws. dc. non/dub-con. noncon recording. coercion. time skip!hanma. college au. reader wears glasses. oral sex (m. receiving). public blowjob. face fucking. oral creampie. cum eating. throat bulging. voyeurism. dacryphilia. asphyxiation. hair pulling. bullying. degrading. slight masturbation. this is so taboo, help. (17+).

note ⸝⸝ yes, reader lowkey kinning velma, she a blind bitch— but BUT, this was supposed to be a kisaki fic but some whore–@dilftaroooo–convinced me to make this mr. turnip heads fic.. *runs on all fours*

“dumb bitch.”

were the first words you heard growl beside you the second your foot overstepped the last staircase. your eyes fall to the polished floors in front, legs buckling and anchoring themselves to the ground, and you can feel your jaw clench in anticipation already in resigned to the discomfort to follow.

your poor knees scrape against the campus floors when you were met with gravity, even when you try to heed your fall; newly painted nails skidding across the tiles, the pain radiates in a way that shatters your brain, or was it just purely embarrassment that made your breathing suddenly shallow?

either-or..

a silent sob prys from your mouth when you try to gather yourself up as quick as you can but hearing all of the snickers of how much of a loser you are stifling around made your breathing hitch.

yet, those slick comments didn't phase you that much; used to the remarks your classmates would always whisper around about you throughout the years..

used to them always giggling at you when you're desperately in search of those glasses that had always fumbled with gravity as well..

used to them always leaving you helpless, walking around you, blissfully unaware of the pain you endure..

you've always damned yourself about those goofy oversized glasses in silver frames because they were always finding themselves on the ground when you did. they've always made you look like a complete idiot in search of them; knees halted to the campus floors, hands sliding against the dusty tiles to find them desperately, not caring about the pile of clipped papers and books that went down too..

you just needed your glasses first. and everyone knew that. but they all only pointed and laughed at your clumsiness before leaving you behind like some dead meat..

“oh, oh, please,” your fingers slide across the tough leather of your books, dipping around them to find those thick lenses, “where are they..” your voice is faint as you ponder, just how the voices that teased you all fainted away slowly when the school bell rung.

so attentive on finding those lanky glasses of yours and worried about being late to class, the clicking of boots that bellowed closer and closer was out of your focus..

“hey, sugar, you wanna know somthin’?” a familiar deep and taunting voice echoes down the stairway behind you. you jump slightly, eyes squinting as your head spins around.

before you can process the blurred figure walking toward you, the man speaks again, “the number of times your dumbass has dropped these ugly ass glasses is the same number of girls i’ve fucked,” he's close now, feeling the heavy presence of the mans taller frame leaning down to you.

“and that's a lot.”

“h-hanma?” you know that snarky voice laced with foul intent by heart.

his screaming taunts always stung you and left a ringing in your ears throughout the years of his brutal harassment. just hearing his pitched voice made your skin cold, hands to even cramp up from the memories of him flinging your glasses across the room to only watch you crawl around for them before stepping on your newly painted nails with the heel of his boots.

“in the flesh, cutie.” hanma cooes before flicking at your forehead, a gentle pang from his pointer finger to your skin.

“leave me alone, asshole.” you pry away from him, trying to swat away his inked hand from your face.

“oh? fine then. i was tryna be nice and give you your glass but you wanna be a bitch–”

“no, give them to me.” you go to stand up quickly but the sudden familiar sharp sting to the roof of your hand kept you down. wincing at the tough feel of his boot imprinting against your skin made you whine, bones feeling as if there being crushed between the sole of his shoe and cement.

“hanma! get off of me! that hurts!” your free hand swats at his leg, only to take a new route of actions quickly; gripping at his thigh instead when he put more of his weight down.

“you gonna stop being a bitch then?” you almost pout at his words but instead you simply nod, too weak compared to him so what's the point of fighting him off when you know he always wins in the end?

“eh.. i don't know if i wanna give 'em now. you hurt my feelings.” you can practically hear the laugh he's holding in his chest slip through his teeth.

your burning eyes flicker up to his; partially a blur of a face but you can see the outline of that shit-eating grin he always holds highly around campus imprinted on his lips. hanma didn't mean to twist his tongue in his mouth and loosen his death grip on your hand, but he never realized how pretty your lips look when you pucker them up into a frown; the heavy gloss on them shining just like the stinging tears pricking at your lower lash line..

he truly never cared to even notice how the mesh of your skirt raised higher than it should have when you're on your bruising knees after a hard, embarrassing fall..

or even cared to realize how pretty you really do look on your knees in front of him..

hanma swallows down that bubbling feeling in his belly that rises at the pleaing look you give him. but seeing you almost whine, desperate with mercy in his hands, he couldn't help the way how his pants suddenly stiffen around him, feeling how the growing bulge in his jeans press painfully against the leather of his belt.

“heh, fine. you want them?” you nod vigorously, eyes squinting and seeing his hands motioning around your face, but hearing the clasp of a belt unclip made your brows knit together.

“have 'em.”

hanma frees your hand from under his heavy boot, and you can feel your blood rush to it instantly but the second your hands reached up for your glasses, your blood could only pump faster, feeling something harder and thicker than the silver hinges you're used to holding.

your hand flinches back. eyes now open all the way like someone was prying them apart, trying to get a good look of that thick blur prodding in front of your face.

“h-hanma? what're you doing? what is that?”

“do you not want your glasses?” he cooes, voice whisked like auditory caramel, “they're right in front of you.” hanma nudges himself closer to you, just enough to smell the deep husk of him and caving you in with your back staggering against the wall behind you.

barely, the focus you were putting in rushes; a fuzzy image of his pretty long cock in chastity that drools with a pearl of pre, his cock swinging heavily close to your face with your bent glasses resting close to his dark-haired base. your brain stutters, mouth left agape at the surreal sight.

hanma? the shuji hanma, your worse bully? prodding his beating cock at your lips? in the campus stairway halls?

the air felt as if it became thicker, harder to suck in when your focus moved to the side, seeing how his long legs caved you in, a lanky hand pressing against the wall beside your head.

“c’mon. quit actin’ stupid ‘n suck my cock already or your not getting them.” he's already nudging the crown of cock between your pursed lips as he enunciates.

all of this was happening too fast, your brain was still trying to catch up on how you even fell in the first place. but now? you couldn't even understand if this was a fever dream or not.

you try to push away, eyes wide, owlish-like, confused as to why this was even happening. yet, that irk of an itch in the back of your brain was bugging you, feeling the cool air hit against your panties that suddenly drool a little with your slick..

that itch in your brain screaming out to you to finally get some dick, even if it was your bullies fat and pretty dick..

and soon, that annoying itch was quickly brushed off the second you allowed his prodding tip to break past your pretty lips..

“mm, good little slut. open wider, gonna take a whole lot more than just this.” hanma groaned, head hanging low against his chest as he watched you take in more of him.

those golden eyes never left you, not even for a second, even if he heard people walking around the halls. he was too focused on the way you wrap your pretty lips around his length, the warm feel of your mouth before dipping further in, feeling the way your throat contracts around him.

your hands reach out for stability on his thin legs, gripping around them tightly when ‘sin’ rooted itself into your hair, fisting it into a ball to push you down against him faster.

“oh, fuck,” his eyes narrow, hooding into slits, only seeing a thin line of yellow glowing under his lashes as a smirk runs along his face, “why haven't i done this before?!” the fingers at the back of your head knot firmly into your hair, almost threatening to pull it from the roots.

your eyes almost knock to the back of your head when he crushes you fully against him, nose being tickled by the dark hairs at his base and the cold feel of your glasses.

tears begin to quickly prick from your eyes, nose beginning to run, and drool slipping from the sides of your mouth as he guides your head faster and faster over his cock. the tight feel of his cock head jabbing at the back of your throat made you whine around him, hips shifting around and a sharp pang to shoot between your thighs.

your hand twinges, quickly guiding itself down between your bodies and past your thighs to relieve that ache of tension. the pads of your fingers run along the sticky trail against your panties, adding pressure to your weeping clit that throbbed at the slightest touch.

“you getting off to this, whore?” hanma growls, a guttural moan scraping at his throat, “like being used like the hole you are?” he grows harder, forcing your throat to work him in and out of you at his impatient, incessant pace.

“answer me slut. you like this, don't you? playin’ with that little pussy while i use you?” he tugs the back of your head, making your lips pop off around his cock. bubbles of spit drool off the fat of his tip with a slimy string connecting to your lips.

you go to respond, a heavy breath of air catching in your throat but he was only toying with you, wanting to catch you off guard and stuff your pretty mouth full again. wanting to make you retch around his sheer mass that stretches your throat, a subtle bump of his cock bulging through when he slides back in.

his hands clapping around the back of your head to keep you in place, your mouth struggling for any agency. you try to flatten your tongue and try to drop your jaw as much as possible, licking lightly and stroking against the underside of his thick cock, but it felt impossible with his size to make some room without cramping up.

“yeah, keep playin’ with yourself like that, this the only attention you'll get from me, stupid whore.” pleasure was rising messier and greedier the more he rocked you back and forth. the sudden bucks of his hips sync with the devoted bobbing of your head that drove on with a singular intent.

though the words that slipped through his lips along with strained moans stung you, you do as he says; your fingers rolling around your panties with enough pressure against your sensitive bud, pinching and lolling it over, till you were moaning in coeval with him. you tease your clit, the smooth pads of your fingers running along the messy pool of your arousal as hanma can only scoff.

“never knew you were so fuckin’ filthy,” he titters over the loud bubbly slurps you provide around his cock, “‘n–fuck–never knew your throat can handle me like this.” his head lolls off to the side, craning over with his jaw hinged open.

his harsh words shouldn't have affected the way they did, but you can only moan around him, the tingle of vibrations makes the apple in his throat to bob.

trying so desperately to breathe but forgetting how to tell your body to do so, you can only hope he was close before passing out.. and so, you try to run your tongue over his cock to heed your help, soon feeling a particularly prominent, rising hardness begin to stand.

hanma didn't even want to give you a warning either, enjoying the sappy tears that roll down your flushed cheeks, makeup drooling along the streams as well. you looked so pretty below him like this, crying over him, desperate need to breathe all because of his fat cock. he couldn't help it, bucking his hips hard enough till your eyes squeezed shut and feet to tap against the floors.

he couldn't help it..

the desperate feel of you trying to prove to be able to handle the frantic indulgence and pleasures coming on stronger for his needs, he couldn't help but pinch your nose close.. watching the way you try to pull back when he forced you back against his base, suffocating you with the fat of his cock.

the heavy and hot tears that clump up around your chin drip down, just how his thick ribbons of cum shoot in the back of your throat. feeling your mouth being filled quickly with his hot sticky mess, some pooling out the sides of your mouth made your brain numb.

and you couldn't tell if it was the lack of oxygen or the high feel of your mouth being used for the pleasure of him till he popped and your pussy to drool even more..

“fuck, yeah, yeah, take all that fuckin’ cum,” his calloused hands keep you hostage to swallow it all, deeming you till you did, “any slips out ‘m breaking these glasses, bitch.” he snips.

finally, he lets you pop off his cock, but the recovery was short-lived, ‘punishment’ pinching into your stained cheeks, “y’know, just as pretty as you look on your knees, you look a lot hotter on camera.” he grins.

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Aight yous know the drill, m in a vv depressed state so let’s do some hc’s about my lovely tokyorev baby’s 🙃

Age rating: read at own risk ig, nothing is 18+ but take it all with a pinch of salt if ur offended by ought tho u shouldn’t be.

Warnings: honestly dk, swearin ig, n usual drug n alcohol abuse, crack n stupid shit that my brain comes up with. So these somehow got a bit sad

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Sanzu once called a woman a “whore” in front of Kakucho n got straight up backhanded into next week (ran n rin cried laughing on the floor)

Takeomi carries around food for Mikey n just leaves it on his desk when he’s in a mood

Rindou cried when ran chopped his hair off

When Koko got the Bonten tattoo on the side of his head he was bullied for days

Ran, rindou n Sanzu have matching tattoos of stupid ghost emojis on their feet

Wholeheartedly believe that Mochi is the only one out of all of Bonten that’s married

Takeomi is the one who gets broken up with very fuckin fast

Sanzu has a son somewhere cos he doesn’t believe in contraception

Kakucho can’t keep an s/o because he brings up Izana (rip bby)

Ran and Rindou still live together, refuse to get separated apartments even if they’re in a relationship, straight up break up wi anyone who suggests it

Koko calls himself a “feminist” but then says he’s s/o should be in the kitchen, this is also why he’s single

Kakucho has cats; Izana and believe it or not Shion are their names

Sanzu isn’t allowed pets, he keeps pills as his pet instead

Koko has hairless cats because “it doesn’t get gross fur on my clothes so it’s fine” and doesn’t let anyone near them (calls one inupi ofc)

Sanzu still has his first bike in his house

Mikey falls asleep at the office more than his apartment and has to be taken home

Sanzu once wiped blood on Kokos new jacket and got himself shot in the process

Koko takes over 2 hours to get ready each morning with his meticulous skin routine, eyeliner, makeup and long fuckin hair care routine.

Koko, Ran and Kaku smell amazing! Like so good you could happily smell em all day (tho that’s a tad weird)

Takeomi stinks and I mean stinks of smoke

Rindou has an unhealthy obsession with oranges, always has on in his car, office and bag, boy whips it out at very unconventional times to munch on one. Throws the peel at people too.

Sanzu n rin once fell asleep on a couch together and that was the picture for Bonten Christmas cards that year, drool n all

Mochi once made the mistake of bringing his wife into the office, never again will he fall for “we wanna meet the angel that’s put up with you” Takeomi and ran tried to steal her, Sanzu showed her the basement, Rindou gave her an orange like a weirdo, Mikey and Kaku told her she should find someone better and koko beinh the angel he is handed her a wad of cash and asked if she wanted help with the divorce papers

Mikey likes to fall asleep to the sound of whales

Also really loves Kakuchos cats

Rans favourite animals are goats, he’s bought 4 of them but had to keep them on a farm after the landlord got a noise complaint from their neighbours

Takeomi only drinks scotch or red wine

Sanzu has never had a really relationship, can’t hold one down for the life in him

Contrary to popular believe Ran and Rindou have never slept with the same person once

Ran and rin do however share a bed if one of them has had a particularly bad day they find it comforting to know that the other is safe

Rindou gets panic attacks if he can’t reach Ran for a few hours, he once got one after Ran had been gone a long time on a mission with Sanzu and the phone kept ringing out, cried a lot when they got home that night and made Ran make him dinner and several cups of tea.

On that note, Rindou, Mochi, Koko and Kaku are all tea drinkers while Ran, Sanzu, Mikey and Takeomi are coffee drinkers.

Koko has a tea room in his house, stores premium tea leaves and very expensive tea sets in there

Sanzu almost broke down when Mikey broke his arm once, he fell out of bed.

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Defiantly not proofread ngl

Tag list: @bontensbabygirl @loonashadow @roppongiperfume @soushswag @haitink @bachibachibee

~ think there were more people to add but can’t remember, let me know if you want to be added.

Love Me Wrong [03 ; Control]

content: amnesia, manipulation, yandere themes, noncon, dubcon, smut, rimming, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, fauxcest, exhibitionism, haitani sandwich, dry-humping, implied somno

featuring: rindou x reader x ran, mikey x reader

note: the story continues with the haitani brothers. this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written but ran and rin deserve this and so much more. dark content ahead so minors can not-so kindly f*ck off! also, feel free to reblog, drop an ask, or leave a comment <3

words: 3.5k

other: masterlist ; @tometpd ; @hanayanetwork ; @tokyoredlightdistrict

There were few things Ran Haitani genuinely cared about in this world. They were things he’d made sure to include in his daily routine and had done so for over a decade now. In fact, they were the motivating factors behind everything he did. While others considered Ran Haitani to be an enigma, he liked to believe he was as uncomplicated as they came.

Because the only things Ran Haitani cared about were his younger brother’s happiness, the state of his hair, and having enough rolled-up bills in the safe to ensure both in case things went south with Bonten. An event that seemed more unlikely as time went on but one that Ran didn’t cross out entirely, because no matter how stable things had been for the organization, there was always a chance. And after doing time, Ran liked to think he’d matured a bit no matter how much Rin insisted otherwise.

It was that glass-half-empty mentality when it came to Bonten that made him particularly precautious when it came to the kidnapping of Kisaki’s sister–even if her memories were a tangled mess behind those fogged eyes of hers. Somehow she’d reverted to being the annoyingly clingy girl that’d sought out her brother during Ran’s time in Tenjiku. Except now, instead of being rebuffed by cold blue eyes and derisive insults, her devotion was soaked up by hollow black eyes and a corpse-like face that twitched to life more often than ever before.

The ticking emotional timebomb that was Manjiro Sano was being poked and prodded by a girl-like woman, and that was enough of a reason for Ran Haitani to do everything in his power to deter the explosion.

But when his efforts were intersected by his little brother’s growing affection for Mikey’s “sister”, Ran switched gears and dedicated himself to his brother’s happiness. Even if that happiness meant Ran would have to stuff a few more rolls into the safe to steer clear of the impending calamity.

A calamity that Rindou, like his older brother, knew would happen sooner rather than later thanks to Kisaki’s annoying sister. He’d also known her from their Tenjiku days, back when Izana Kurokawa had teamed up with the girl’s real brother to bring down the ‘Invincible Mikey’. That hadn’t been the case and a decade later they paid homage to one of them while regarding the other and anyone close to him as a stain that needed to be wiped clean.

And yet the woman who’d once called Kisaki Tetta ‘brother’ was spared by Mikey; a gesture that everyone except Sanzu had deemed generous until their leader’s nefarious intentions came to light one evening. The woman was declared Bonten’s whore and her first client was Sanzu while Mikey watched.

Also like his brother, Rindou liked to believe he’d also matured from being the bespectacled teen that’d been quick to start throwing punches. He knew how to hold himself back and preferred to use his brain instead of his fists to inflict torturous pain on those who crossed him–that sadistic side of his hadn’t changed.

Kisaki’s sister was also just as annoying as she’d been back then, but instead of slamming her head against the kitchen island she used to prepare her endless attempts of fattening up Mikey, Rindou wanted to fuck her against it.

He wanted to gag her mouth with the kitchen towel she always dried her hands with, tie her hands behind her back with the apron that was like a second skin to her, bend her over the marble counter she used to knead dough, and fuck her tight little ass; a hole he’d be willing to bet, was untouched by anyone.

Because as much as Rindou had hated the annoying little bitch years ago, he wanted the naive, doe-eyed woman she’d become. He needed to be the next person Mikey deemed worthy of fucking her, and luckily for him, he had a brother that would stop at nothing to make that happen.

All of Bonten’s top administration had a role to fill; a section of the organization to oversee. For the Haitani brothers, this was the entertainment sector of the organization. They were in charge of the brothels, clubs, and bars under Bonten’s domain. Thanks to their years of experience, their sector was Bonten’s most successful, and with that came the confidence of their leader–or a semblance of it being it was Mikey they were dealing with.

Confidence that had only increased thanks to Sanzu’s mistake in the woman’s room. Two weeks had passed since then and Sanzu was still away in Osaka on “business”. A gift from the gods themselves Ran had declared to his brother during one of their audits on their most successful brothel. It operated under the guise of an upscale club/bar where only the upper-echelons of society gained entry. There, in one of the VIP lounges that oversaw the dance floor below, they stood with a drink in hand, hawk-like eyes scanning their establishment.

Ran took a sip of his drink. “Numbers are looking good. Not that I expected otherwise.”

Rindou didn’t spare a nod to his brother, eyes fixed on the crowd of dancing bodies below. The lounge was surrounded by sound-proof glass, so Ran knew Rindou had heard him despite his lack of a response, verbal or physical.

Amused by his younger brother’s unusual indifference, particularly when it came to business, Ran followed his gaze to find a woman at the receiving end of it. She stood at the sidelines in a tight skimpy number that left little to the imagination. From the color of her outfit, she was one of their girls but that was beside the point.

Ran quickly realized it was her resemblance to Kisaki’s sister that had caught his little brother’s attention. A resemblance that was by no means uncanny but was enough to get the wheels turning in Ran’s head.

“I have an idea regarding your little crush on the Boss’ sister,” Ran offered, swirling the last swig of spirit in his glass. This time, Rindou not only spared him a glance but even responded, his interest piqued.

“What do you have in mind?”

His brother might have been a cocky bastard, but Rindou couldn’t deny that he had the freakish ability to manipulate people into doing whatever he wanted. People that apparently included their boss, Mikey.

Somehow Ran had managed to convince Mikey to ditch Takeomi and Mochi and join them on an impromptu visit to the brothel, and once there, his most intricate plan unfolded that led the unsuspecting leader of Bonten to a private room where Rindou was ball’s deep in the lookalike’s ass.

If it hadn’t been for the whore’s tight asshole clamping down on his cock and pushing him to his release, Rindou’s desire would have shriveled under the obscure intensity of Mikey’s gaze. The same gaze that had preceded the death of countless others.

Luckily for him, Ran knew exactly was he was doing and offered their boss a seat that he wordlessly accepted, pitch-black eyes shifting to the woman and widening fractionally.

That was how the Haitani brothers found themselves invited to Y/N’s room the following night, escorted by Mikey himself, whose lips twitched the moment he spotted his fake sister.

She was sitting on the armchair next to the bookshelf Mikey had built for her to store her plethora of cookbooks. She held a large hardcover over her lap that she immediately shut and set on the coffee table adjacent to her before rising to her feet and rushing toward Mikey.

It was only then that the brothers were able to take in her clothing—or lack of. She wore a white strappy open cup bra that revealed more than it covered. Hugging her waist was a matching white garter belt attached to white mesh stockings. The most tantalizing part of her get-up, however, had to be her lack of panties that exposed her cunt to the three men in the room.

Blood rushed to Rindou’s cock as he watched the object of his desires embrace her “brother” while Ran watched with a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“Mikey!” she squealed in delight, lacing her arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.”

A glimmer of glee shined in Mikey’s eyes; a reaction only the sister of his most hated enemy could draw out.

It was then that she realized they weren’t alone and a look of unease flashed across her pretty face. Her eyes darted between both brothers as her arms slipped off Mikey and she stiffened. If Mikey noticed her change in demeanor, he ignored it and wrapped his lanky arms around her waist, holding her possessively.

“Ah Mikey, I–”

“Did you do what I asked you?” He released her and looked her over while she shrank under the ferocity of his gaze.

She swallowed audibly and flushed, lowering her gaze demurely. “I-I… yes, I did.”

The Haitani’s curiosity over what exactly their leader had asked her to do didn’t last long. A wicked grin graced Mikey’s delicate features.

“Show us.”

Without any real resistance, Kisaki’s sister stepped to the side and slowly turned around, her ass on full display. Trembling hands traveled to her backside and spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing a glass buttplug in the shape of a heart.

Rindou’s cock strained painfully against his slacks and it took all of his willpower to stop him from bending her over and fucking her stretched-out hole. Ran faired better than his brother, but even he wasn’t immune to the effects of a bejeweled hole on full display, and his cock twitched to life.

“Good girl,” Mikey cooed. “Now, why don’t you take it out and show the Haitani brothers your pretty little asshole.”

“Mikey, please.” She turned to face her brother, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “D-do I have to?”

Mikey quirked his head to the side, strands of white partially covering the confused look that graced his delicate features. “I think you know the answer to that, sweetheart.”

Tears trailed down her face, but she kept her gaze fixed on her brother as wavering fingers gripped the gem and pulled it out tantalizingly slow. Rindou bit back a moan from seeing the bulbous plug stretching her tight muscle. It was a sizeable thing that left her lubed hole clenching around nothing; something Rindou would remedy as soon as Mikey gave his consent.

“Such a pretty obedient girl, isn’t she Rindou?” Mikey strolled to the armchair his sister had previously sat on. “Why don’t you reward her for prepping so thoroughly?”

His boss didn’t need to ask twice. In a manner of seconds, she was guided to the bed by Rindou and positioned on her hands and knees with her ass up. He could feel the mess of precum inside his clothes but decided to savor the moment and her first.

Kneeled on the bed with his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass cheeks, Rindou licked his lips and lowered his mouth to her hole that was pretty indeed.

“Ahhhh~”

The object of his desires moaned and wriggled under Rindou’s hold as his tongue licked around her tight muscle before pushing inside. He was relentless in his devotion, kissing and licking until she keened into her bedsheets. It wasn’t until he could smell her arousal leaking out of her trembling form that he decided to give in to his fantasies.

Never before had Rindou released his aching cock faster than in that moment, his length erect and already covered in tacky precum, and the condom he’d brought was put on in record time as well. He settled behind her and rubbed his shaft along her dripping slit, lathering it up with slick to ease his passage. With each thrust between her legs, he could feel her clenching cunt but fought off the urge to fuck it.

‘Another hole for another time,’ he thought, taking hold of his cock and pressing it against her prepped hole.

It took all of Rindou’s willpower and experience to stop himself from peaking just from pushing into her tight ass that clenched and unclenched with each inch of his throbbing cock. Her initial cries of pain lasted until he was fully sheathed inside her before they turned into whines as her entire body shuddered. Arching her back, she peered back at him, her teary face flushed and lips parted.

“Please… wanna feel good.” She wiggled her hips and her tight walls clenched down, drawing out a strained hiss from Rindou. Spurred on by her encouragement, his hands gripped her garter belt and began pumping into her.

Fucking Kisaki–no, Mikey’s–sister was unlike anything Rindou had ever experienced. She was tighter than any hole his dick had sunken into, male or female, and he could practically feel his control slipping away from him with each drag against her walls.

“Fuck” he cursed, teetering at the brink of a premature orgasm. “C’mere, pretty girl.”

He sat back on his knees and pulled her back flush against him with his cock still buried inside. The change of position allowed him to stave off his peak and help Mikey’s sister with hers. Rindou’s hand traveled between her slickened folds until his fingers found her clit, protruding and just begging to be touched. She mewled at the attention he gave that bundle of nerves and rewarded him by clamping down on his cock.

“Please,” she whined and turned her head toward her brother instead of the man balls deep in her ass. “W-want more… want my pussy full too.”

Rindou’s hips stuttered at her plea. He was at a loss over her ability to address another man, let alone the one she believed was her own flesh and blood, amnesic or not. She had never acted like this with Kisaki, her real brother, and Rindou wondered what twisted ideas Mikey planted in her impressionable and broken mind.

“Ran,” Mikey snapped, breaking the elder Haitani brother out of his gaze. “You heard her. Put on a condom and give her what she wants.”

Ran swallowed. “Yes, Mikey.” He threw an apologetic glance at his baffled younger brother before following his Boss’ command. Giving his already erect cock a couple of pumps, he joined the couple on the bed and tried to ignore the look of betrayal on his brother’s face.

While Ran Haitani didn’t share the same ardent attraction to Kisaki’s sister his little brother felt, he couldn’t deny that he’d wanted her the moment she showed off her pretty gaping hole. Besides, Ran wasn’t going to say no to Mikey of all people, especially when it came to his “sister” who was proving to be more dangerous than he’d ever imagined.

After adjusting their position to accommodate him, Ran peered at the woman that was practically begging for him to fuck her. Tears dotted her lust-filled eyes, a deep flush spread across her face, and her parted mouth let out the sweetest noises with each snap of his brother’s hips.

Still trying to convince himself he was merely following Mikey’s orders, Ran dragged his length against her slit to lubricate his shaft. She whined cutely and even moved her hips against Ran’s cock, eliciting hisses from both Haitani brothers. Throwing caution to the wind, Ran’s hands replaced Rindou’s around her hips and he buried himself to the hilt all at once.

“Shiiiiit!” Rindou moaned when he felt his brother’s cock through the thin barrier of skin that separated them. “S’fucking tight.”

The woman between the Haitani brothers screamed as both men mercilessly fucked both of her holes. While at first, they settled into a rhythm that alternated which brother thrust into her, they became sloppier the closer they were to their respective orgasms and sometimes impaled the woman simultaneously.

“Play with her tits.”

The grunted command captured the attention of the three and they looked at the orchestrator of everything with varying reactions. Mikey sat on his armchair with a single hand pumping his erect cock, brow furrowed and eyes burning with lust as he watched the debauchery taking place.

Rindou was disgusted and immediately looked away, burying his head in the crook of Y/N’s neck but rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Ran was shocked and tried searching for his stone-cold leader only to find a depraved man jerking off to the adopted sister he was whoring out to his men. Nevertheless, Ran put aside his apprehension and lowered his mouth over the woman’s neglected breast, working her erect nipple with his lips, mouth, and teeth.

The extra stimulation pushed Mikey’s sister to her peak. She violently tensed up and screamed out in pleasure, her walls fluttering around the two cocks drilling into her. As her orgasm pulsed through her, the Haitani brother’s reached theirs, spilling into the rubber barrier.

For a moment, the three of them sat on the bed and relaxed into each other. Rindou rested his forehead against Y/N’s shoulder and breathed in her scent. Ran let the amnesiac woman rest her head against his chest as he steadied his breathing.

The Haitani brothers had never been one’s for aftercare, but for the woman between them, they thought they could make an exception until one name from said woman’s lips put an end to that notion.

“Mikey,” she mumbled and raised a hand toward him

The brothers found him busy wiping away the cum on his hands and clothing before discarding the handkerchief and rising to his feet. His features were smoothed over to a semblance of what they had once been, but Ran and Rindou could see the possessiveness lingering beneath the surface. A possessiveness for the woman reaching out for him.

Just like that, the moment was over and they were unceremoniously ushered out of the woman’s room, leaving her at Mikey’s mercy.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ran peered at his brother, trying to gauge his reaction beneath his shaggy bangs. Rindou felt the weight of his brother’s heavy gaze and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not stupid enough to get in-between… whatever fucked up thing they have.” He turned to his older brother and shot him a wry grin. “Besides, I already got what I wanted.”

Ran released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. While he would have rallied behind his brother if Rindou had asked, he was relieved to discover that Rindou wasn’t as infatuated with the woman as he’d initially thought. Slinging an arm over the younger man, Ran dragged him away, promising to find him a pretty whore with a tight ass and grinning over the fact that he’d get to stuff a couple more rolls of bills in the safe.

You woke up sometime at night to warm pants against the shell of your ear and shallow thrusts against your rear that caused your entire body to go rigid in distress. Blinking away your sleep, you desperately took in your surroundings illuminated by the city lights streaming in from the windows across from where you lay.

The tall windows that made up an entire wall were the same ones you often gazed out of to watch the cloud formations pass by in the sky. A wave of relief washed over and you relaxed when you recognized your surroundings as your bedroom–at least until the hand draped over your waist pulled up your nightgown and something hot and pulsating pushed between your legs.

“Did I wake you?” Mikey’s husky voice whispered into your ear. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you were today. How happy you made me and them.”

The contradicting emotions whenever Mikey became overly affectionate with you rose to the surface when he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his cock rubbed against your clothed slit. Your skin eventually erupted in goosebumps and desire pooled between your legs. They were the tell-tale signs that your body wanted him to breach the barrier of familial relations and take you the way you knew he wanted.

Yet, your knee-jerk reaction to all of his inappropriate attention was fear and repulsion. Your body never failed to stiffen and tremble until he dispelled those negative emotions during your time with him, locked in your room and away from the other’s prying eyes. Your brother’s words, which could cut you down and lift you up all in a single breath, assured you of the normalcy of your intimate relationship with him. Your brother’s touches, that struck and soothed in the same spots, coaxed from your body the reactions he wanted–no, your true reactions as he’d reminded you time and time again.

And those true reactions were what had you moving your hips in tune with his. Those reassurances that your relationship was the same as it had always been had you declaring your love for him over and over again.

Because besides your first name, the only thing you could recall amidst the thick fog that permeated your brain was the compulsory need to make your brother happy.

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characters : hanma. sanzu. ran. note : 18+ — f! homewrecker reader + dilf! characters + oral [m. receiving] + cheating + breeding + half assed.

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i cant prove it but light yagami definitely writes down every gay person’s name he encounters his death note because he refuses to accept the fact that he’s mega homosexual in a closet made of glass