kodzuken-hoe

[kodzuken-hoe]

tokyo revengers boys with their crush (aka you!) <3

feat. sano ‘mikey’ manjiro, ryuguji ‘draken’ ken, hanagaki takemichi, baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora, mitsuya takashi, inui seishu && kokonoi hajime

notes: first time writing for so many characters and some for the first time :0 i hope it isn’t ass!!! sorry if some characters i haven’t written for before are ooc and inaccurate! ALSO I HATE SQUID GAME BUT TRANS BADDIE.

— i will release a part two soon :)

sano ‘mikey’ manjiro

ꪆৎ i think mikey would be somewhat upfront with you about his crush. of course, he wouldn’t outright confess until he knew you shared the same sentiment. however, he’d make it fairly obvious that he thought highly of you and how he loves spending time with you over anyone else.

ꪆৎ he’d definitely ‘kidnap’ you from classes, begging you to leave because it’s an “emergency”, but really he just wanted to spend time with you. you’d scold him after, reminding him about the importance of school, but he’d just stand there with a love struck smile on his face. it didn’t matter wether you were lecturing him or ignoring him, being in your presence was enough to bring him happiness.

ꪆৎ his crush is blankly obvious to all of toman and probably other gangs in the near vicinity. no one dared to talk to you in a negative way, a bonus of having mike’s affections. and suddenly, if anyone was mean to you, it didn’t happen anymore… sometimes you wondered why but mikey would shush you immediately. “maybe they just realised that bringing down such an amazing person was a reflection of themselves, y/n-chan!”

ꪆৎ would love it when you accompany him on foodie ‘dates’, rides on his motorbike and even accompanying him to toman’s meetings. it genuinely shocked everyone when mikey would interrupt himself to stick his tongue out at you just to make you giggle. truly toman’s royalty!

ꪆৎ also would most likely pitch up at your house at random points of the day. even as ‘friends’, he’d want to nap together and just hang out alone where he wouldn’t have to maintain his reputation as the ‘invincible mikey’. with you, he could just be manjiro.

ꪆৎ in terms of confession, i think mikey would let it slip out when he’s most vulnerable. either when he’s super sleepy or just generally having a rough time. small whispers of how much he appreciates you and likes you would fall from his lips. once he realised what he had done, it was most likely too late to take it back. he just hoped you shared the same feelings.

ryuguji ‘draken’ ken

ꪆৎ unlike his best friend and captain, draken would keep his feelings to himself and it probably would stay that way for a while. it’s not because he doesn’t wanna be with you, in fact, it’s the opposite! he’d most likely think that a relationship with him would come hand in hand with people jeopardising your safety. so more likely than most, he’d stick to being your friend (a very close friend) until he knew you’d be safe.

ꪆৎ probably would trail behind you whilst you’d go shopping, a unreadable expression on his face but instead, his mind was overwhelmed by the thought of you! how adorable you looked as you pointed out cute things, making a mental note of items to buy you for your birthday.

ꪆৎ definitely would be the first one at your door if you came down with any sickness. even if it was a common cold! he’d remind you that sickness could get worse if left untreated and you should ‘stop denying him and just accept his help.’

ꪆৎ he’s immensely protective over you, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be. other toman members would try and remind draken that he doesn’t need to be worried over your safety, after all the whole of toman would take care of you!

ꪆৎ i also feel like draken would be the type to pick you up and drop you off before and after school. even if the walk was 10 minutes and under, he’d remind you it could be dangerous alone! it’s purely just an excuse to spend more time with you even if he does act like it’s a chore.

ꪆৎ would probably confess to you if there’s imminent danger towards you or it would slip out without him realising. he’d definitely have to take a couple moments to compose himself if it was the latter, a furious blush erupting over his cheeks causing you to giggle.

hanagaki takemichi

ꪆৎ he’s so so shy around you! however, no matter how much he makes a fool of himself in front of you, he just can’t stay away. it’s like he’s in a constant state of fluster whenever he’s in your presence.

ꪆৎ definitely walks you to and from school, holding your hand if you initiate it first. he would probably also try carry your school books for you, even if you remind him that your arms work just fine. he just wants to help you in anyway he can!

ꪆৎ would also 100% feel awful when he sees the sad expression on your face whenever he turns up with new bruises and cuts covering his face. his heart would break when you graze your fingers over the wounds, asking a meek “do they hurt, michi-kun?”

ꪆৎ also the type to try show off to you whenever he can but fail miserably. although, if he sees that amazing smile, the humiliation he feels is always worth it! even if he ends up hurting himself, he won’t mind if you make sure he’s okay after. maybe a hug wouldn’t hurt also…

ꪆৎ speaking of hugs, he’d probably malfunction the first time that your arms wrap around him. even if you were doing it out of worry for his wellbeing, he cherishes the moment for the rest of his life.

ꪆৎ he doesn’t confess… it’s actually you who tells him how you feel. it’s a heartfelt conversation you two share after you see the boy beaten to a bloody pulp so that his friends would be alright. his loyalty and tenacity being one of the few reasons why you adore him so much!

baji keisuke

ꪆৎ honestly, he’s the definition of whipped. even chifuyu is surprised when he sees how baji acts in your presence. it’s so impossibly clear how much baji likes you to anyone else in the room, except you!

ꪆৎ he’d probably start fancying you if you helped with his studies and actually persevered with him despite how difficult he tried to make it. initially, he’d deny your help, grumpily saying he can handle it and to leave him alone. however, when you sit across from him and start reading through your notes and helping him correct his wrong answers, he’s floored. any other person would’ve left after his shitty response but you stayed.

ꪆৎ would act like your best friend but to anyone else, they view you as baji’s partner (albeit unofficially). is fiercely protective over you and if anyone makes you upset (even a little bit) are met with baji’s anger and very soon after, his fists. of course, you lecture him for jumping into action without consulting you but the fact he cares so much makes your heart beat impossibly faster.

ꪆৎ would definitely invite you over to his house to hang out, just so he could have some time alone with you. even if it’s just you reading and him silently laying beside you, it’s almost heaven to baji. if it was heaven, you’d be spilling your undying love for him but he thinks he wouldn’t be so lucky.

ꪆৎ would also end up sometimes bringing you to toman meetings if he absolutely has no other choice. but you’d stick by his side the whole time and if he’s not available for some reason, chifuyu is there to stand in!

ꪆৎ much like takemichi, you’d have to confess to baji first or you’d be playing cat and mouse with him for the rest of eternity. even his mum knows how he feels but he’ll deny every accusation. however, she’s just happy her hot headed son has someone he cares about and she’s so happy it’s you!

matsuno chifuyu

ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to crush on his best friend! someone he shares such a deep bond with and trusts on an immensely deep level. i doubt he’d fancy someone he knows on a surface level, he doesn’t know them well enough. however, he knows you inside and out, it never feels awkward around you (despite the constant blush on his cheeks that he hides everytime).

ꪆৎ he’s definitely protective over you, along side baji who will take care of you if chifuyu isn’t around. if he sees anyone hassling you, he’s the first to jump in and defend your honour!

ꪆৎ he always invites you round to his house just to see you cuddle peke j. furthermore, he’ll take you to the zoo, aquariums or just pet shops to hang out since you both share the same sentiment towards animals. it’s one of the reasons he’s fallen so hard for you.

ꪆৎ his mum adores your ‘friendship’ with her son, she’s never seen him so happy (in a romantic way!). she will buy food specially for you to share and even sometimes drop devious hints in your ears about her sons feelings; you don’t take it seriously at first.

ꪆৎ he probably doesn’t initiate physical contact with you too much, it makes his brain overload. but, the option is there… he will without a doubt wrap you in a bear hug; savouring the feeling for as long as possible.

ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to try reenact scenes from his favourite mangas then make a complete fool of himself. however, he doesn’t know that you appreciate him trying nonetheless, no matter how silly he looks doing so.

ꪆৎ following his shoujo manga’s ideology, he’d confess in a subtle but heartfelt way. i think either using peke j as a messenger, a small note tucked into his little collar. or he’d tell you up front and be as sincere with his words as his silly brain would allow.

hanemiya kazutora

ꪆৎ it’s likely that no one knows that kazutora has a crush on anyone, most of all you. i think he wouldn’t interact with you that much in public, instead opting to spend time with you in private when he could truly be himself.

ꪆৎ the amount of times kazutora has to cover his raging blush on his cheeks each time you hang out is insane! he never knew that compliments he hears on the daily about his appearance could make his heart beat so fast, until they came out of your mouth.

ꪆৎ he definitely visits you if you have a job, sneaking in and surprising you with a huge smile on his face! he’s also the type to stay until your shift ends and make sure you get home safely, wether you ride on his motorcycle or not.

ꪆৎ he may also sometimes slip you unexpected gifts, only small ones though that have sentimental value. maybe it’s cinema tickets from the time you dragged him out after his release from juvie.

ꪆৎ he doesn’t want you involved with any gang activity so it’s quite unlikely that you find out he’s still involved with that stuff. however, he would tell you flat out if you heard any rumours about him and would reassure you that he’d keep you seperate.

ꪆৎ it’s unlikely he’d confess, liking things how they are, no matter how much he wishes your relationship could progress. either he’s worried you’d see him as a monster, due to things he did in the past and in the present or he just wouldn’t know how to say it so it’s better left unsaid anyways. it would have to be you to lay your feelings out for him to see and decide what to do next.

mitsuya takashi

ꪆৎ i think mitsuya would be one of the most upfront about his feelings on this list without saying it directly. toman can clearly see the sentiment he shares for you, even girls in his class and sewing club know that he’s essentially spoken for!

ꪆৎ he loves inviting you along to his days out with his sisters. not only because he loves spending time with you but also because the two girls adore you as much as he does! one of his favourite photographs is the four of you on one of your days out, a scarf he made wrapped around your neck.

ꪆৎ speaking of clothes he’s made; mitsuya definitely surprises you with new pieces every so often. even if you’d try refuse, telling him he should try sell them as they’re just that good, he’d remind you that he’d much rather see them on you and wants no payment in return (no matter how much you insist).

ꪆৎ gentleman mitsuya always gives you a ride no matter where you need to go! even if you mention in passing that you’re going shopping in the coming days, he will insist that he’s your ride! after all, he can’t stand by whilst you lug heavy bags home.

ꪆৎ once mitsuya is certain about your feelings reflecting his, he’d be direct with his words. “i have feelings for you, y/n-chan.” a simple statement that gets the biggest weight off his chest. he can only hope you accept his confession…

inui seishu

ꪆৎ you’re most likely a childhood friend to seishu, i find it unlikely he’d fancy a classmate or a passing stranger. perhaps, a childhood friends sibling? that way, he’s able to determine wether you actually like him for who he is.

ꪆৎ alongside kokonoi, he trusts you immensely. i highly doubt he’s able to form romantic feelings for anyone without the formation of trust. you’re his confident and he’s yours, and it has always been that way. at this point, seishu is unable to see himself confiding with anyone else the way he does with you.

ꪆৎ when he first started gaining feelings for you, i think he probably would give you the cold shoulder, not understanding how he feels. but, he’ll make things right with you once his minds less foggy!

ꪆৎ if you don’t exactly share the same interests, such as how he’s very interested in motorbikes and mechanics, he will try very hard to get into your hobbies so you can spend more time together. however, it means an immense amount to him that you’ll sit there and let him ramble about his favourite bike that shinichiro worked on, even if it was so long ago.

ꪆৎ he would probably confess when everything has settled down in his life. that includes his involvement with gang activity. he would hate to put someone so close to his heart in jeopardy. however, if you can’t wait, you could always confess yourself…

kokonoi hajime

ꪆৎ it would take him a long, long time to actually acknowledge his feelings for you. he would probably feel like moving on was a betrayal to akane but there came a point where he couldn’t ignore those feelings anymore.

ꪆৎ he would treat you amazingly, even if he’s battling with the thoughts inside his head about you and akane. he’d offer you money if you needed it (you will most likely hand it straight back), buy you gifts and happen to forget the receipt…

ꪆৎ even after several talks that you like spending time with him because of who he is and not what he can do for you, kokonoi still finds it hard to accept. he probably will see some resemblance to akane in that sense and would probably think she’d want him to be with someone like you.

ꪆৎ one of his favourite things about you is that even if he isn’t in a sociable mood, you will still sit with him and enjoy his company. not to mention he’s floored by how amazing you look everytime he sees you!

ꪆৎ he also loves going on day trips with you and seishu, finding every different place the three of you visit special.

ꪆৎ his confession would be sincere and precise. he would lay his feelings out and would promise to treat you amazingly and of course, take care of you in anyway you’d need.

[kodzuken-hoe]

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hajime Kokonoi, Seishu Inui, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Izana Kurokawa, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Hanma Shuji

Warnings: Usage of n-word, reader is African American, toxic relationships, implied smut

This nigga Manjiro is clingy asl. Ain't nobody coming close to you.

"Let me gooo, bruh!" "Whyyy?!"

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Ken would let you wear it around the house, but as soon as you try to leave, he's shutting it down.

"I don't know where you think you're going wearing that."

"The corner store?"

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Girl really thought she could leave the house. Baji gon be straight up, no BS. If you lookin' extra scrumdillyumptious, he'll beat yo back out. <3

"Where you goin' with that on?" Your brother asked.

"That's what I wanna know," Baji backed him up.

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Lord, have mercy. Chifuyu gon be a fiend all day for the coochie. He doesn't care about people looking your way; as long as you like it, he likes it.

"Please, (y/n), one squeeze~" "Boy, stay away from my ass."

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Mitsuya be analyzing yo body. He gon take notes on how your ass jiggles and how your shirt makes your tits look bigger before deciding what to do.

"Change your shorts; they look too small."

"You've been starting at me for 30 minutes. You say that now?"

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Hakkai gon let you wear it (to fuel his fantasies), but he gon be on your ass the whole time.

"DAMN, can I breathe?! Ova here, breathing all down my neck!"

"It's your fault..."

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Kazutora went through your closet beforehand and put your clothes into sections.

"Hey! That's from the 'I wanna feel like a slut today' section! Not the 'I'm going to the store' section!"

"Kazu, what?"

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Nahoya gon let you go where you need to, but he's coming with you. If not, he'll send Souya to watch over you. If neither can go, but you refuse to change, he'll be in a bad mood all day.

"So you had fun out cheatin'?" "Don't start."

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Souya's so damn awkwardddd. He doesn't wanna seem like a perv, but he's not uninterested.

"Can I... grab it?" "Souya, it's yours?"

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Kokonoi tries to bribe you into not leaving. You'll throw it back on him if the numbers are right. He'll just get whatever you need delivered.

"25k."

"Make it 100, and I'll give you a lap dance."

"Deal."

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Either you change, or you're not leaving. Inui will make you put it back on for him later that night, though. <3

"Get your ass in that room and change."

"Let my sister go pop her coochie!" Your little sister defends you.

"Whatchu know about poppin' coochie?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothin'..."

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No. Ran doesn't care what your reasons are. You're not leaving the house with it on. He'll throw clothes you can wear on the bed. If you still choose not to wear what he's picked out, you choose not go wherever you thought you were going.

"Bro, moooove." "Your options are laid out. Pick one or don't go."

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The most you'll get away with is a sports bra and shorts. Not no booty shorts, though.

Rindou looks you up and down. "Mhmm, next time, wear a less revealing shirt."

"Boy-"

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You look absolutely delicious; Izana's not gonna let you know that, though.

"You look like a cheap whore." "Fuck off."

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You didn't even make it out the room before Sanzu started biting, kissing, and grabbing. Next thing you know, it's 10PM and your refrigerator is still empty. You're not, though. <3

"I didn't even make it out the damn door."

"That's the point."

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Hanma wanted to give you a taste of that 'sin' and 'punishment' or whatever. Y'all could be in public, and he'd be practically dry-humping you. He don't know how to act.

"Hanma, little boy, quit playing with me."

"Just gimme 15 minutes, princess.~"

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[kodzuken-hoe]

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Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader: 18+ MDNI

CW: Not recommended for religious people, Ran is a priest, dirty thoughts, fingering, squirt, oral sex (m&f), quick mention of masturbation, rough sex, orgasm, creampie, mentions of praise (good girl), missionary, hitting from the back, side fuck, cowgirl, nipple play, probably forgot to mention something more...⤸

WC: 2,9k

⠀ ͚English is not my first language, may contain errors

The sinner

Another sunday had arrived, which was good for some, but for you it was just another tiring day. The desire to stay in bed until a little later, enjoying every second of your sleep, screamed inside you from the moment your deep sleep was interrupted.

The now light rain that fell outside was like a warning that it would stop soon, the cold weather making it even harder to get out of bed, the tiredness of having spent the whole week studying makes you wonder why you hadn't chosen a college abroad or at least far enough from home. That way you wouldn't be being woken up so early by your parents to go to church.

The church bells sang metallic chants mixing with the loud voices of the people around you, making your head hurt and you massage your temples in a vain attempt to ease the pain. Unsuccessfully, your mother's shrill voice calling you to introduce you to the new priest, you take a deep breath and wonder how people can get so agitated in the morning before looking at her and freezing in place.

A tall man with a jovial appearance, a posture that makes him seem serious to people who don't know him, perfectly groomed purple hair that goes against the idea of not attracting too much attention, violet eyes that meet yours and make a slight tremor runs through your body.

It's as if he can see inside you, it's as if he can devour you right there.

You approached slowly, trying to control any involuntary movement that tried to dare to come out with the goosebumps you felt, you felt your mother hold your arm and talk tirelessly about something you can't, or rather, you don't want to hear. You couldn't keep your attention even if you wanted to, violet irises ran across your face, the penetrating way he looked at you made a shiver run up your back, you think your legs would weaken right there if your mother hadn't held your arm with a little more strength to get your attention "Father Ran is new in town, he arrived here last week." She says excitedly

"Oh, really?" You answer a little surprised as you come out of the trance you were in, letting out the fastest words you could process

"I was called to replace Father Niko, his health has been getting worse lately." - He answers calmly, his deep and melodious voice flooding your ears - "You weren't here last sunday, you're not the black sheep of the family, are you?" He asks with a perfect smile line forming, a warm smile behind that dangerous expression he had.

"I wish I was, but it's not like it's possible to escape my mother's clutches." That's what you wanted to answer - "I wasn't feeling well, college has been tiring lately." You force a smile, remembering the last sunday when you pretended to be sick as if you were an elementary school student again.

When Ran was about to say something, he was interrupted by a lady who came to tell him that the celebration was about to begin. You could already hear the shuffling of feet around you.

He says goodbye to you and your mother, his hoarse voice makes you feel goosebumps again, his perfume invades your senses, a subtle smile forms on his lips, making you feel hooked in places you shouldn't feel and your legs weaken for one moment.

You watch him walk away, a dark cassock that doesn't draw much attention but fits him well, highlighting his fair skin and purple hair. He is slim but with a perfectly aligned broad back and shoulders, large hands that would fit perfectly around your waist, thin and long fingers that would reach places in you that you couldn't.

You were so lost in your thoughts, trying to understand what was happening to you, that you didn't notice when you entered the church.

Ran was already in the ambo, observing how the church was abundantly filled just like last sunday, men and women of all ages, some ladies sitting in the front row in an attempt to be close to the handsome new priest. The crowd smiled at him, implying that they were ready for the sermon to begin. Some sighs could be heard when Ran said a low but serious good morning. A normal good morning, but it was interpreted in a sensual way by some people there.

More sinners than usual.

If you looked around, you could see some judgmental looks from conservative people because of his purple hair, and from furious husbands seeing how their wives admired the beauty of the new priest. In the middle of speeches and questions, he found you, you looked at him curiously as if you were paying attention to what he was saying.

If he could read your mind, he would see how wrong he was.

As Ran spoke, you could feel the cold you felt turn into warmth, as if the flames of hell were inviting for a hug. The desperate feeling of not knowing what was happening to you, the need you felt to enter that perdition.

What a scandal it would be in this city full of gossipers.

The moment he looked at you, your heart missed a beat, the almost feverish feeling making you hallucinate right there with a deliciously hard fuck. You no longer heard anything around you, the voices being replaced by erotic sounds of bodies colliding in your imagination, thinking about how Ran would make you scream each letter of his name.

Opening that cassock button by button, if you knew there was a half-body tattoo hidden under that cassock, you would go crazy. If Ran knew you were thinking such things, would he punish you? Would he use a whip or would those big hands be enough to punish a sinful little brat?

With every step he took you imagined yourself in his arms, your bodies pressed together and hips colliding, his breath close to your face and firm hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass, your nails running down his back and scratching his broad shoulders.

You close your eyes for a few seconds in a futile attempt to control yourself, the thought of that hoarse voice whispering dirty words in your ear dominates you, giving you goosebumps, you hold the pew tightly, feeling your fingers boil with the desire to mess up and pull those purple strands perfectly combed while he stood between your legs and lost himself in your intimacy.

You sigh and adjust your posture on the pew, looking back at him, your eyes go towards Ran's lips, imagining the sounds he would make when he felt you wrap his hard member in your hand and masturbate him slowly. Is he vocal or just makes low sighs? Does he like to give orders or is it just his lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure? Oh, how you wish you knew.

Your heart beat fast when his eyes met yours, your panties, which were soaked due to your impure thoughts, made you uncomfortable. You don't know exactly why this is happening, maybe it's because it's been a while since you had sex, accumulated stress or the priest's striking beauty. But you can't stop thinking about what it would be like to have his fingers inside you, making you cum and taking your breath away, feeling the heat of his body against yours, those violet eyes looking at you with lust as he devoured you. You wanted him to lose himself inside you, to feel his racing heart on your fingertips as you run your nails marking that spot, to hear him moan as you ride him.

He would be your ruin, your direct ticket to hell.

The priest

It was another quiet sunday in the new city, Ran listened to a lady talking tirelessly about something he wasn't paying much attention to, something about her daughter and the girl's studies, probably a proud mother. He hears her calling her daughter, directing his gaze to where the lady was looking, he sees a girl a little further away with her hands massaging her temples, this made him want to laugh and he thinks that you don't want to be there. He understands, the Ran of the past wasn't a big churchgoer. When you looked at him, Ran's mouth went slightly dry, your pink lips caught his attention like a temptation, your slow steps like a provocation to take him to the valley of perdition, you left him mesmerized.

Ran's reasoning returned when the lady started talking again, introducing the two of you, he couldn't stop looking at you with a curious thirst, feeling your gaze on him left him with a feverish feeling. Ran's heart missed a beat when he heard your voice, a melodious voice that he thinks he wouldn't get tired of hearing, a voice that he would like to hear in different ways, he would try to satisfy this curious desire with a simple conversation if he didn't had been interrupted.

Ran is mentally grateful for something he doesn't understand, maybe it was the temptation to burn himself in the flames of hell, something he has done before. Ran had secrets, dark secrets that he dared not say even in confessions, he became a priest to leave that in the past and because the loss of an important friend was the limit for him, he had to control himself.

Ran was giving the sermon gloriously, observing some looks that he knew very well and that were already common for him, Ran almost lost words when he saw you sitting there. Your gaze pierced him as if you could read all his sins, your blouse with a small neckline, nothing too flashy but bold enough to irritate anyone there and to make his imagination run wild. You must be his punishment, he thinks.

Ran looks back at the people present in a futile attempt to concentrate, he felt your gaze burning on his covered skin, memories of Ran from the past starting to emerge, he would have taken you away from there at the first opportunity and given you what you deserve.

Ran began to wonder if he wasn't thinking too much, you hadn't shown any interest since you arrived, maybe you were just paying attention to his words in an attempt to stay awake.

He knew the effects he had on a woman, but he couldn't say if it had done anything to you, you weren't as obvious as the women he was used to, maybe he just saw things that weren't there.

Ah, the temptation to taste the forbidden fruit is even worse when he's already tasted it before, it was as if you were attracting him, your voice still echoing in his mind, he tries not to imagine what it would be like to moan his name. Unsuccessfully.

Ran's body betrayed his resistance, he went back behind the ambo to try to hide a slight erection that was forming, even though he was wearing a slightly loose cassock, he didn't want to take any risks.

Ran was wondering how you like to fuck, intensely and madly? Or slowly, enjoying every part and sensation? Would you like it if he buried your face in the pillows and hit you from the back?

His pants were starting to bother him, Ran felt his body feverish, he was losing focus, which led some people to look at him worried that something might be happening.

Ran needed to calm down, he needed to cool his head above and below.

The carnal sin

Sometimes he would look at you and it was like he knew what was going on in your mind. You and Ran didn't know but you were both thinking the same thing, how would the two of you fuck.

He would keep your legs open and eat your pussy like there was no tomorrow, Ran's mouth watered when he imagined what you would taste like. He would lick and suck all over your pussy while holding your legs wide open for him, his long fingers reaching places you couldn't reach on your own, the feeling of your hot and wet pussy squeezing his fingers only made him more crazy. He would drink every drop of that forbidden fruit, delighting when you came in his mouth and sucking his own fingers so he wouldn't waste anything.

How far would you suck his throbbing cock? Would you make it shine with your drool? Would you choke? It must be such a beautiful sound when you sucked him that it makes his cock throb just imagining it.

Would he hold your hair and make you take all of him, like you deserve?

Would he let you suck his cock like it was the tastiest lollipop you've ever tasted? The sight of him with his head back and lips parted as you sucked him only made your pussy throb even more.

Would you fuck in missionary? Your legs on his shoulders as he fit perfectly between your legs, his cock sliding into your wet pussy, taking it as if he already belonged there, as if your pussy was made for him and his cock was made for you. Their hands squeezing your breasts and one of them coming down to play with your clit, a little teasing to make you moan a little louder, he holds your hand and brings it to your clit, just to have the incredible vision of you playing with yourself while he goes deep into your pussy.

Skin against skin clashing relentlessly until you squirt on his cock and he praises you for it, whispering in your ear what a good girl you are and asking you for one more. He whispers like it's a secret, a dirty but hot secret that only you two can know. He would hit you from the back, your head buried in the pillow, your back perfectly curved keeping your ass up for him, while he continues to abuse (tend) your pussy. Slaps were given to the soft flesh of your ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of his hand, squeezing it as if it were the softest thing he had ever touched. He holds your hair until your back is placed against his chest, your bodies sweaty and on fire from carnal sin, now glued together. His hoarse moans in your ear made you shiver, the hand that was in your hair went to your neck, Ran pressed lightly on the spot, enough to leave you breathless. He left wet kisses on your shoulder, his hand that was on your waist went down to your clitoris, massaging it until your next orgasm. Ran wanted this, Ran wanted to feel your pussy squeeze him, cover his cock with your juices, he wanted to feel you squirm with every orgasm you had.

A side fuck that gives him space to slide his cock slowly and precisely into your pussy, slowly as if he's punishing you for your dirty thoughts. His fingers making precise circles on your clit, making you feel that familiar knot forming, you wanted to cum once again while he was inside you and he wanted to hear you beg for more. He wanted to hear you say you were going to cum, he wanted to hear you ask him not to stop, he wanted to hear you ask him to go faster. All you had to do was ask once and he would give you whatever you wanted.

Riding him was a divine thing for both of you, the sight of you biting your lip while rocking your hips in a circular motion drives him crazy. He wanted to devour you and you wanted to be devoured.

Ran wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls it back, bringing your breasts even closer to his face, his lips trace a path from your neck to your breasts, mouthing one of them. He plays, bites and marks them, releasing them with wet pops.

His look at you was one of pure pleasure, his hand on your hip helping you move and guiding you to maintain the perfect speed, he holds you hostage in that position, making you feel filled with his cock. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, he's getting more vocal, his grip on your hips getting tighter, he's close. He could cum inside you, fill you with his hot cum just to see it leaking from your glistening pussy. Or cum in your mouth and watch you play with his cum, swallowing it all like the good girl you are and showing him that you didn't waste a drop. They're two hard options to choose.

You were panting, hot and horny, today you met sin. Father Ran was one of those men who just had to look at him and your mind would catch fire, you would be completely lost, and if he looked back at you, it would be hell on earth.

Ran felt hotter than usual in that cassock, this couldn't be happening, he'd done so well so far. If Ran called his younger brother, he would hear him say that he was right, that this crazy idea wouldn't last long and that at some point Ran would give in to temptation, these last words said in a mocking tone were being repeated in Ran's thoughts. He has resisted very well until now, so why did he feel like this after seeing you? Was it because you were his type or because he wouldn't last much longer? There was something about you that attracted him.

Did you appear as a punishment for all of Ran's sins, or would it be just another sin he would commit? Maybe being a priest isn't for Ran, he will always be a sinner.

©2025 Maki. Do not copy or translate without my permission.

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This is 100 percent inspired by a conversation me and @softshuji had

There's a stark contrast between the Haitani brothers when it comes to eating you out.

Ran, like a true gourmand, likes taking his time with you. He is not one to rush, taking his time as he would run his tongue between your folds before eventually finding it's way to your clit. He eats you out like he kisses you - languidly, almost lazily exploring your wet cavern. There is no force in his tongue as it would glide between folds to drink up your arousal ever so tenderly. The same, however, could not be said about the bruising grip his hands have on your thighs. While Ran may have the patience of a saint when he's sucking on the tender flesh of your labia, you'd be crying and begging him to let you finally come. Your shaky legs would have no energy left after trying to force more friction, your hips failing to move against his face as his iron grip hinders your every movement. Does he take his time to tease you? To teach you a lesson? To satisfy a deep hunger? You wouldn't know that after the endless edging you have to endure to release all over him.

With Rindou, it's an entirely different story. Unlike his older brother, Rindou despises the very concept of edging. He eats you like a starved man, like a famished wolf devouring the poor little bunny he had hunted down. His grip on your legs is hard, but the movements of his tongue and nose are harder against your overstimulated pussy. Your clit would be hurting from the rough treatment, your muscles are stiff and the bruises on your inner thighs are aching. As much as you were ready to tap out any time, you wouldn't dare to. No, not until Rindou had his fill on you. Rindou, however, doesn't just eat you out. He is a dirty player, a true menace, when he gets down on you. His long fingers would thrust inside your pussy when you'd least expect it. A scream would escape your lips, the pain of the sudden thrust slowly fading into mindless pleasure the more the rough tips of Rindou's would hit your g spot. You'd come - again - but instead of giving you a second to breathe, he keeps on going, working you up to your nth orgasm of the night. Whenever you weren't too engulfed in the hard scissoring motion of his fingers, you would feel him smirking against your wet pussy. Did he do all of that to you to remind you who was in charge? To mock your complete and utter inferiority to him? In the end, it wouldn't matter as the next orgasm was just around the corner, and to Rindou, the night was still young.

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Tini absolutely serious question here

which of the tr guys is a milf hunter 🤨

I have an absolutely serious answer for you anon.

Hanma is definitely a man who makes it his mission too fuck older woman, he gets the best head from them after all PLUS they're less likely too get attached and push for a relationship- which will only push him away.

Ran would also intentionally go after older woman, given they're more experienced and he doesn't have too play teacher and tell them how too suck his cock, plus they're less likely too be shy when getting intimate- and while he does like an inexperienced virgin sometimes he just needs too fuck someone like he hates them, he doesn't always play nice.

Nahoya\Smiley loves an older woman, he ain't gotta teach them shit and they know what it is. He just wants too fuck and he wants a good fuck at that. He doesn't want a tilted head and confused eyes. He wants them on their knees without him even having too say it.

Shinichiro also wants to fuck an older woman- especially since he heard from Takeomi that they mind-blowing orgasms to virgins like Shin

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DEER IN HEADLIGHTS

Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Reverse harem, canon divergent, Crackfic, sitcome, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta. INCOMPLETE AF.

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A.N: Quickly typing this since I can’t write anything coherent lately. Wanted to do a DIH chapter but ughhh… anyway hehe. Prob gonna do that later tho. Just gotta get these ideas out. Also thinking about a haunted house (I KNOW ITS SUCH A COMMON CONCEPT BUT I LOVE THAT)

Headcanon that whenever Bonten takes you to an amusement/water park the main issue is Mikey.

Mikey’s told to use sneakers. He refuses and goes with his flip flops anyway. Proceeds to loose one repeatedly during rides.

Heated debates (arguments) with the park’s staff about his height. Mikey is tall enough (most of the time… not always) but because he walks all hunched most of the time… it makes way for fights at every ride.

Sanzu goes all devil’s advocate on most of those arguments. Has an excuse to ride with Mikey since he couldn’t ride alone.

They argue who goes with who on different rides. Mostly because they try to avoid certain individuals or just want to be with you.

You made yourself scarce whenever the teacup ride was next. Avoiding Rindou and Sanzu like the plague. In all honesty, nobody wanted to ride the rotating cups with them. Kakucho even kicked Rindou out from his cup. The infamous Bonten mullet pair went berserk on the teacups.

Ran struggles so much with the high drops. He rather get his toenails pulled than going through those experiences again.

You have never heard Ran Haitani scream so much in your life.

Mochi and Takeomi always offer to wait in line for food and stuff. They rather be on land. Safe.

Yes, Mikey gets mistaken for a child a lot.

Yes, people have stomped on Mikey’s foot a lot.

Kokonoi is proudly wearing a ponytail. After getting his hair all tangled up or in someone’s mouth, he learned his lesson.

Kakucho, Takeomi and Mochi have to hold the Haitanis from annoying the park mascots/cartoon characters. They just find so much joy in unnecessary chaos. Meanwhile you, Koko, Mikey and surprisingly Sanzu watch from the sidelines.

Sanzu comments how uncouth that behavior is, and the people in those costumes are working. You are about to praise him when he adds that he also enjoys watching Takeomi struggle with Ran’s long limbs. You quickly close your mouth.

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Who do you think is the strongest in the world?

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‘til ⠀the───misery do us “apart”

arranged marriage⠀ req. ft. fyodor ⸝⸝ dazai ⸝⸝ chuuya warnings. forced relationship ⸝⸝ angst wc. 1.8k

f.d.

Like a silent threat, its silver strands delicate yet unyielding, glimmering with the kind of beauty that concealed destruction, the necklace gleamed in Fyodor’s hand. You stood before him in his dimly lit study, a statue carved from defiance and fear, yet his gaze made you feel like glass — fragile, transparent, breakable. With an eerie calm, he stepped closer, his shadow reaching you before his body did, the weight of his presence enough to still the air in your lungs.

“For you,” he said, the words brushing against your skin like frost. His voice was soft, almost reverent, but every syllable carried a quiet cruelty. He reached out, his fingers cold as they grazed the curve of your neck, and clasped the chain. The weight of it was slight, but it sank deep, an anchor tethering you to him. It wasn’t jewelry—it was a sentence. A final act of obedience, a symbol of submission, and you couldn’t tear it away even as your entire being screamed to fight.

You didn’t dare speak. Silence had become your armor, though it was one Fyodor pierced with ease. His lips curled into a faint smile then, the kind that spoke not of joy but of quiet triumph. “It suits you,” he murmured while his fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary, tracing the silver as though ensuring the chains were secure. “A symbol of what we are to each other.”

The words twisted in your chest like a dagger. You weren’t anything to each other. You weren’t partners, weren’t lovers, weren’t equals. He had taken that possibility from you the day he sent that letter—the one with pristine handwriting, promising union or annihilation. The marriage was not a choice. It was a strategy, a transaction written in ink and sealed with your silent screams.

At first, you had fought. You were born into power, raised to lead, and rebellion had coursed through your veins as naturally as blood. On the day you were told of your engagement, you had stormed through the halls of your father’s office, your anger loud and blistering. The letter sat on his desk like a gravestone. Fyodor’s terms were clear: marriage would forge an alliance, but refusal would mean war—war your organization could not survive.

Your father, always a man of control, had looked tired in a way you had never seen before. His hands trembled as he passed you the letter, his voice weak when he said, “You don’t understand. If we resist him, it’s the end of us.”

And so, you had been handed over, a lamb to the slaughter. The man you met on your wedding day was everything you feared he would be. Fyodor Dostoevsky, the enigmatic leader of the Rats in the House of the Dead, was a vision of contradictions. His face was elegant, his voice velvet, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were endless voids, bottomless pools that swallowed light and spat out despair. From the moment you met him, you knew he was a man who moved through the world unchallenged, untouchable, as though every soul he encountered was a pawn waiting to be played.

Of course, you had tried to resist. In those early days, you refused to meet his gaze, refused to play the role of his obedient spouse. You pushed back at every turn, but Fyodor was patient. He didn’t demand your submission outright—no, he dismantled you with the precision of a craftsman.

Slowly, precisely, he turned your silence into a weapon against you. He took your rebellion and reshaped it, twisting your anger into futility. He unraveled you piece by piece, his manipulation a quiet, creeping thing that seeped into your mind until you began to question your own thoughts. His control was suffocating yet intangible, a noose you couldn’t see but always felt.

“You think you’re still free, don’t you?” he had said to you once, his voice soft, almost pitying. He had stepped closer then, much as he was doing now, his presence overwhelming as he brushed a stray hair from your face. “You mistake your stubbornness for strength. But all it does is amuse me.”

Now, as he took a step back to admire the necklace, his grin sharpened, his satisfaction cutting through the air like a blade. “You’ve come so far,” he said, tilting his head as if observing a masterpiece he had carefully crafted. His dark eyes glinted, and you shivered beneath the weight of his gaze. “Though I must admit, I do miss the fire in your eyes. It was… entertaining.”

As he stepped forward again, his movements were slow and deliberate, a predator circling its prey. His hand rose, pale fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your face toward him until his presence consumed every inch of your vision. His touch was cold, calculated, and unbearably gentle. It was the kind of gentleness that spoke of power, of control, of a man who knew he didn’t need to raise his voice or his hand to destroy you.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, his breath ghosting against your skin. His lips curved into a smile so cruel it felt like a knife against your throat. “Do you fear me that much? Or is it something else entirely?”

When your breath hitched, his grin widened, sharp as broken glass. He leaned in, so close you could feel the chill radiating from him, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you. But no—Fyodor Dostoevsky never granted anything so human.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, the words coiling around you like chains, binding you tighter than the necklace ever could. “Body, mind, soul. And you will learn, дорогая, that there is no escape from me.”

The moment he finally stepped away, the room felt emptier, colder, as if he had taken all the air with him. The necklace burned against your skin, its weight a reminder of what you had become—a piece in his game, a pawn bound to his will. And as the door closed behind him, you realized that the chains weren’t just around your neck—they were inside you, woven into every corner of your soul.

c.n.

Gilding the air with an unnatural warmth that mocked the cold weight in Chuuya’s chest, the chandelier’s fractured glow cast delicate patterns across the room. Here, the hum of murmured negotiations and polite laughter filled the space, a symphony of half-truths and manipulation dressed up as civility. He sat beside you, his polished image immaculate, the perfect embodiment of devotion, his every movement orbiting around your presence as if it was the only truth he’d ever known. And you—you were stunning. Draped in shimmering silk, you moved like light itself, effortlessly drawing attention to your every gesture. The world seemed to revolve around you in that moment, and Chuuya, against his better judgment, let himself fall into its gravity once again.

Soft and melodic, you laughed, as though you truly found joy in his words, yet the sound was merely a blade twisting between his ribs. He felt the faint brush of your fingers against his arm, light as a whisper, and for one foolish second, he almost believed it. Believed you. But then his eyes found yours, and the illusion shattered.

Those eyes—unwavering, sharp, and devoid of the warmth your laugh so convincingly promised—were the heart of your performance. No one else saw it. To the room full of strangers, you were the doting wife, perfectly attuned to the man at your side. But to him, your gaze was ice, a silent reminder that every touch, every smile, every soft word was nothing more than part of the facade. And in that moment, the bitterness surged, hot, cruel, because Chuuya knew he had no one to blame but himself.

He hated how his heart still leapt when you leaned closer, how his breath hitched at the faint scent of your perfume, or the way his chest ached with longing for something he’d known from the start was never his to have. Though, most of all, he hated himself for falling in love with you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was never supposed to be more than a duty, an arrangement dictated by the cruel logic of no one else but the Port Mafia. You were his spouse in name, his partner in deception, nothing more. Yet somehow, against his better judgment, against every warning he’d given himself, he’d let his heart betray him.

From the moment you’d stood beside him on your wedding day, your hand cool and distant in his as you exchanged hollow vows, he’d understood the nature of your bond. Yes, it was a means to an end, a calculated move to consolidate power, to present a united front to the world. Yet, clinging to the depths of his heart, there had been a part of him—a small, foolish part—that had hoped. Perhaps it was the way you tilted your head when you were lost in thought, the faint crease in your brow that appeared when you believed no one was looking, or the rare moments when the mask seemed to falter, revealing the faintest glimpse of something raw and unguarded beneath. Those moments had been his undoing, and now, sitting beside you in this gilded prison of duty and pretense, he couldn’t decide wether he despised you for giving him those glimpses or himself for clinging to them.

Ghostly so, the meeting dragged on, your laughter weaving seamlessly with his as you leaned closer, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered something for him alone. Chuuya didn’t hear the words, though, couldn’t focus on anything but the pounding in his chest and the bitter truth echoing in his mind: it was all a lie. Intertwined in a game he surely didn’t know how to win, he played the fool, and every moment he spent beside you only deepened the ache.

When the meeting finally ended, you stood gracefully, slipping your arm into his without hesitation as he guided you toward the exit. To anyone watching, you were perfect together, the embodiment of a partnership built on unshakable trust and devotion. However, the truth was a cold, unyielding weight between you, a chasm he could never hope to bridge. Spiralling like a lie—a cruel mockery of the intimacy he longed for but could never claim, his hand rested lightly at the small of your back, a gesture of possession and protection.

Only then, he finally spoke, low and sharp. “You’re good at this, aren’t you? Playing the perfect partner.”

“And you’re good at pretending this means anything.”

Chuuya stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening, as you continued walking ahead, then. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he stared at your retreating figure. wondering how he had allowed himself to become this. How had he, Chuuya Nakahara, a man who had carved his way through blood and chaos, been brought to his knees by something as simple, as cruel, as love?

He pitied himself for it, for the way his heart still reached for you despite knowing it was futile, for the way he let himself dream of a future where you might look at him with something other than indifference. It was a tragedy of his own making, and he bore it silently, playing the role of the devoted husband to a wife who would never be his, locked in a story that was never meant to have a happy ending.

d.o.

The night you discovered the truth about Dazai Osamu, the fragile scaffolding of your carefully constructed reality collapsed in on itself, leaving nothing but a cold, hollow emptiness in its wake. The marriage, the smiles, the fleeting moments of tenderness—they were all a facade, a cruel play in which you had been cast as an unwitting participant. At first, you convinced yourself he was just another victim of circumstance, bound to this arrangement as unwillingly as you were. He played the part of the devoted husband effortlessly, his easy smiles and warm laughter drawing you into the illusion he so carefully curated. You almost believed it. Almost. But now you realized how deeply you had underestimated the man who had promised you nothing and yet had taken everything.

That evening had been unremarkable at first. Draped in an almost serene stillness, broken only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall, the house was quiet. You had wandered to his study, intending to retrieve a book he’d borrowed—a trivial task, an innocent excuse to enter the space he kept so meticulously private. You hadn’t expected anything more than shelves of leather-bound books and perhaps a glass of unfinished whiskey on his desk. But what you found instead was a different kind of story, one written in blood and shadows, laid bare beneath the sterile glow of a desk lamp.

First, your eyes wandered to the photographs spread across the polished wood, stark black-and-white images of faces you vaguely recognized—politicians, businessmen, people whose names carried weight in hushed conversations. Then to the documents, dense with codes and schematics, annotated in Dazai’s elegant handwriting. And finally, to the symbol stamped in the corner of the pages, dark and unmistakable. The Port Mafia—a dark, ominous emblem you recognized from whispered rumors and hushed conversations.

Shallow and panicked, your breath caught, while your mind scrambled to process the enormity of what lay before you. This wasn’t just a secret; it was an entire life, an identity, concealed beneath the surface of the man you had called your husband. The realization was like a blade slicing your very own flesh, slow and excruciating, as the memories of his quiet smiles, his light teasing, his unshakable composure rearranged themselves into something darker, something insidious. Every moment with him suddenly felt tainted, every glance laced with a hidden agenda. Still, worst of all was the crushing weight of your own blindness—how you had let yourself be lulled into a sense of safety, of trust, when all along, he had been playing you like one of his carefully chosen pawns.

It was the soft creak of the floorboards that snapped you out of your daze, and as you turned sharply, the room spun with the force of your movement. Dazai stood in the doorway, his figure framed by the dim light from the hallway behind him. His expression was unreadable, those dark eyes fixed on you with a calm that made your heart race in fear. He stepped inside, then, the door clicking shut behind him, sending the sound to echo in the heavy silence between you.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said softly, his voice devoid of its usual lightness. There was no humor in his tone, no playful edge. Just quiet inevitability, as if this moment had been preordained and all you had done was stumble into it.

Although your lips parted, no words came out. The knot in your throat was too tight, the emotions too tangled—shock, betrayal, anger, fear, all warring for dominance. Finally, you managed to force out a single, trembling accusation. “You lied to me.”

Tilting his head ever so slightly, his lips curved into a faint, almost wistful smile. “Did I?” he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk. “Or did you simply believe what you wanted to believe?”

The question struck you like a physical blow, your chest tightening with a fury that burned hotter with every passing second. “How long?” you demanded, your voice breaking under the weight of the question. “How long have you been using me? Was it all a lie from the beginning? Every word, every touch—was any of it real?”

For a moment that, ultimately, felt like a lifetime, Dazai said nothing, his gaze steady, unyielding. Then he stepped closer, his movements deliberate, almost predatory, until the space between you was suffocatingly small. “What does it matter?” he asked, his voice low, each word dripping with a cruel, almost philosophical detachment. “Reality is nothing more than perception. You wanted to believe in the husband who smiled at you, who made you laugh, who held your hand. That was real to you, wasn’t it?”

Your breath hitched as his words twisted in your mind, tearing through the last fragile threads of your composure. “You bastard,” you whispered, the tears burning hot against your cheeks. “You ruined everything. You—”

Silently, his hand reached out, and for a moment, you thought he might touch you, might offer some kind of explanation or apology. But instead, he brushed past you, gathering the documents from his desk with the ease of a man who had nothing to hide. “I never promised you a happy ending,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “And you never asked for one.”

With a growing sense of despair, the full weight of what he was sinking in, you watched him. This was who he truly was—a man who danced on the edge of chaos, who played with lives as if they were pieces on a chessboard. And you, unwillingly, had been drawn into his game. The room felt colder now, the walls closing in, and as you stood there, staring at the man who had become your greatest fear, you realized you no longer knew where you ended and his web of lies began.

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A/N: this req. has been sitting in my drafts for SO long and due to me being stupidly self-conscious i didn’t want to finish / post this fic but well, here i am. writing for fyodor enhanced my spirits. will definitely do that again ! oooo ! back on my angsty bullshit

ahi don’t even know if this is what yall want to read huh

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆ CHATBOX LOVE -> kenma kozume !!!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NEVER MET! by CMTEN , glitch gum

synopsis; in which kenma is sent into a spiral after seeing a familiar username cw: deff slight angst, discord type-love , usage of baby , erm exes trope , kenma crash out , unproofread + lowercase , implied f!reader but can be interpreted as gn!reader , idk if its ooc but prob eek,

"and even though it's been a week, i still think of your face"

already? wow, a week since you had ended things with kenma. to him, it felt like months. years, even, which was why he decided to stop counting the days.

so imagine his surprise when he had randomly matched up with you in roblox.

he swears it was you, had all the the same numbers in your user, all the same accessories in your avatar.

he just had to type in the chatbox, he didn't care how desperate he sounded, he wants you back:

kod5uken : [baby? baby thats u right? its kenma]

skibidi1234 : [uhhh no sorry dude idk you]

ah. and then skibidi1234 left, probably weirded out. damn it, he was hallucinating now. on top of that, he was stupid enough to say his real name online.

he left the game himself too, closing roblox in a rage. he wanted to sleep, but his puffy eyes and stuffy nose made it hard to do so.

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

barbie : [kenma we need to talk ]

kennie : [what is it]

barbie : [lets break up]

kennie : [oh]

kennie : [okay]

barbie : [im sorry, i cant juggle you and studies]

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

that was the last he's heard from you because you've blocked him on everything. hell, you even blocked him on spotify. he should've listened when everyone told him e-dating was going to ruin him.

but how could he resist? he had fallen in love with you already. you were his perfect partner; games with him (somewhat bad, but you both managed), funny, attractive, his type. it's just unfortunate that you had to live miles away from him.

kenma's done sooo much impulsive things just for you: blew all his money on the latest 2-player game from steam so he could play with you, vc'ed until the latest hours of night just so he could keep talking to you, he even skipped some volleyball practices so he could come home earlier just to see you in a video chat.

ugh, he can't count all the times he's lost his dignity either. he had called you "his barbie" and he called himself ken. oh god, that was probably one of the cringiest things he's said in his life.

and don't even remind him about online karaoke, god knows how much screen records you have of his voice breaking mid-song.

speaking of records, he can't bear to delete all the adorable pictures you sent while updating him about your day. he's always liked seeing what weird and interesting things you've done. but worst of all, he's kept screenshots of every loving and tender message from you that had flustered him (spoiler alert: anything you said made his ears red.)

he opened the album he had moved the screenshots to, scrolling through it until his eyes settled on a certain one:

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

barbie : [baby u live in japan right?]

kennie : [mhm]

barbie : [nice]

barbie : [just wait, im gonna buy tickets to fly there soon]

kennie : [ur crazy]

barbie : [sure yes whatever... i luv u ken :P]

kennie : [i love you too]

─── ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ───

oh, dear. he can feel tears running down his cheek again. yep, there it was. his recently cleared sinus was blocking up again. damn it, he thought, as he wrapped himself tighter in the sheet. he can't even enjoy playing his games anymore.

kenma still misses you, from the very day you left him. you were his perfect partner, even though you had heartlessly shattered his heart and he would probably never entrust someone with it.

you know what, he'll never respond to some random dm ever again.

unless it was from you, of course.

"it'd be better if we had just never met"

a/n: was a request from two of my dearest friends who suprisingly are kenma luvrs LOL hi guys @rahhhr @terrariumaura also this was a nod to his 2020-self ik this was so cliche and someone has probably done this but i hoped you like my own (short) spin on it guys do uu know the genius that thought of their chat names BECAUSE BECAUSE THE SONG GOES LIKE "REMEMBER WHEN I CALLED YOU MY BARBIE AND I WAS KEN" IT FITS SO WELL BECAUSE KEN-MA okay bye

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suna rintaro the mom's friend's son who is rarely home because hes at the boarding school.

you didnt know him that much, just the fact that hes older than you, the suna family's oldest son and plays volleyball. you barely saw him ever since he enters highschool, but your mom did update about him sometimes. "did you know rintaro went to a school in hyogo?" "heard that rintaro has a national game this week, the sunas gonna travel to hyogo to go watch him," "i talked to rintaro in the phone recently, and hes really grown up now," and you would just nod and hum, dont know what to do with that information. why was she so fond of rintaro? you dont even know.

its christmas. the suna family invited yours to a little lovely dinner, alongside with some other of their friends too. you didnt think much of it, scrolling on your phone as you walk into the sunas' home, lively chatter and laughter filling the suna household. "oh, y/n. hello," an unfamiliar voice greets, making you look up to the speaking figure. "ah, hello.." you replied hesitantly, watching a smile formed on rintaro's face. his voice were deeper than you remembered, and hes really tall. rintaro really did grew up. you shyly bowed to him, before heading towards your mother.

rintaro watches you, and he thought perhaps you dont remember how much you used to cry because you wanted him to be his boyfriend when you were 3 anymore.

rinny's note: reader doesnt remember anything (me)

[kodzuken-hoe]

Fyodor x reader but reader got isekai to their universe (reader knows a lot about what bsd like what happened etc)? ^^

this was too fun to write ngl

Pairing: Fyodor x reader

Contents: SFW, bribing, that one scene of fyodor tied up but make him face an unexpected new player, Approx 2k words

“Help me secure him. Now.” The officer’s voice hissed, spurring you into movement.

There was no need for all the worry, really. It’s not like Fyodor was fighting back. Pulling the restraints around him was easy, his arms almost limp as both of you manhandled him into place.

Maybe it was his indifference or the way he observed you calmly as you worked... Your superior was having none of it, the beads of fat sweat rolling down his temple obvious as day. He wanted this done with quickly. Now.

Fyodor’s reputation exceeded him everywhere he went. It didn’t matter how pathetic of a circumstance he put himself in, it was obvious he was always in control.

No normal man would be this calm. Especially under the hold of Ace. 

It was one thing to know of this moment playing out–the memory of it clear in your mind as can be. 

But to be here. 

It’s in those moments that you really reflected on your life—the absurdity of it. 

“You’ll be dealt with later,” the officer said to Fyodor, voice rough. Violet eyes only regarded him cooly, a smirk pulling at his lips a second later.

A shiver ran down your spine, intrigue pulling at your heart nonetheless.

You handed the bag to your superior, watching as he roughly put it around Fyodor’s head. Not even a flinch, no word of complaint came from the bound man before you. There was silence for a moment, a shared look of relief between you as you stepped out of the cell and locked it in place. Your eyes didn’t leave Fyodor’s form as you walked away.

“I’m not dealing with this, that’s all from me,” your commander mumbled once you were far off into the corridor. “I’ve heard enough of this one to know we shouldn’t be meddling further. He’s Ace’s problem from now on. You alright, kid?”

“Sure,” you said. 

But you kept that question spinning in your mind for the rest of the night. You found yourself checking the surveillance cameras in the cellars more often than you’d like. But you saw the exact same picture every time. 

Just as expected.

Fyodor, bound and unmoving. Head obscured as he awaited the faith he so carefully planned out for. 

It’s a shame, really. All that planning would go to waste; you highly doubted he had factored you into the equation. You still had to be careful about this though.

It’s been months now; no signs of your previous life coming back any time soon. This lack of control was maddening, and the desire to bring back what you’ve lost was gnawing at your gones ever since.

You made up a plan, yes. Duh.

But it was a stupid, downright idiotic thing to meddle with Fyodor of all people. At least Dazai would’ve been less likely to murder you. Yet you had no choice. Fyodor was your best bet at getting back home, his mania over reality and finding the truth of this world was the surest path to untangling you from this mess you found yourself in.

That is, so long as he complied. Which… well, risks were meant to be taken, right? 

You turned off the surveillance for his cell. The leading corridor too, just for extra measure. It’s not like it mattered much, but it set your mind at ease as you took the walk to his confinement knowing no one watched you.

Fyodor heard your steps, head slightly rising. He waited as you set the keys in the lock and the screech of metal against stone echoed.

The door was unlocked.

It’s not like he was incapable of speaking under that hood. He could be doing this for dramatic’s sake, the bastard. Taking pleasure in revealing as little as he could while leaving you squirming with warry anticipation. 

You felt none of that, though, stepping in with uncharacteristic indifference before shutting the door behind you. You expected more worry to be coiling in your gut, yet you found yourself observing him curiously. 

Fyodor looked rather pathetic, to be frank. It never sat well with you how a man of such power and knowledge would put himself in positions like this. He could be deriving a sick type of pleasure from it; plenty of people adored playing the defenceless sheep–

–only to pounce with bared teeth upon their pray, the pretence discarded a moment later.

“Sorry to barge in on your happy time,” you said, standing right before him. “But I doubt you have much else to do besides shiver and be bored to death in here.”

You reached for the hood, lifting it carefully off his face. Wild dark locks spilt forth, and dark violet eyes locked into yours a second later. You weren’t going to back down now, keeping your gaze steady as you both considered each other. 

Fyodor cleared his throat. “I see. Are you here to keep me company then?” He tilted his head. 

Being this close to him felt a bit unnerving; like being involuntarily dissected. 

“Kind of. Consider me your angel in disguise, here to raise you from perdition and all,” you said, tossing the hood on the floor. Fyodor followed the movement, eyebrow rising.

“I’m touched,” he said, voice blank.

Fyodor wasn’t impressed. No sign of surprise there either. His perfectly masked indifference was worrisome, but you couldn’t let yourself fall in doubt. You were nobody to him, the chance of knowing your secret were slim. Hopefully. 

Besides, if Fyodor knew you possessed the knowledge of his ability–you would have been long dead.

Deep breath.

“Do you know why I’m here exactly?”

Fyodor smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be kind enough to tell me.”

Bastard. You came closer, hovering right above him as you said, “I’m here to offer you a proposition.”

“Oh?”

“I’m sorry to say it’d interfere with your plans a bit. I’m sure you’re capable enough to adapt.”

You waited. Fyodor leaned back, looking up at you as he considered. He breathed deep, his chest rising against his binds with every inhale. He was studying you, violet eyes boring into you soul.

You’d be a fool to deny how pretty this man was. It was always the morally ambiguous and undeniably dangerous types that drew you in, unfortunately. Fyodor was no exception. 

At least he had the manners to compensate. Or that’s what you told yourself.

“My, you must think very highly of me. I wonder the type of rumours you’ve amassed about me in your little organization.” He hummed, looking all the more apologetic as he continued. “But as you can see–I’m quite in a predicament right now. I doubt I’ll be of much use to you now.”

Huh. You had your expectations but such an outward lie was not one of them. How unusual. He was fooling no one, he must surely know that? Fyodor didn’t want to share anything, playing it safe until you revealed more. 

Fine then.

You reached out, revelling in the flash of confusion crossing Fyodor’s face as you took hold of his chin. You leaned down for extra emphasis, not feeling bad in the slightest as you rested a foot on the open space between his spread thighs. Fyodor didn’t flinch, but the air around you shifted. You weren’t here to play around with empty words, and he needed to be made aware of that. One way or another.

“You sure about that?” you asked, holding him in place. “Then it won’t be of importance if I told you that what you’re looking for is no longer in the vault, would it?” It wasn’t a lie. You made sure the files were discarded off the moment Fyodor set foot on this ship. Working here for months had its perks, the security palpable when it came to their own. 

You fought hard to keep your smile at bay as Fyodor didn’t say a thing. 

“I see you’re quite informed.” His voice was blank, completely devoid of any hints at how he felt about this. “What might it be you’ll want from me then? Considering you’re looking to make a deal here.”

Now we’re talking. 

“Ding ding. That’s a fast learner.” Your finger tapped him on the cheek in thought as you formulated your statement. Fyodor did not look impressed. “Let’s see. I can’t really give you the files, you see. They kind of don’t exist. You’re welcome.”

“How terrible to hear.”

You smiled. He was surprisingly compliant til now. It was a good look on him if you were honest with yourself.

“But thankfully for you–” you tapped the side of your temple, grinning wide “–I’ve got aall the info you need up here. And more. But we’ll talk about that later. Now, all I want is for you to do me a tiny little favour, how does it sound?”

“Tempting,” Fyodor said, head tilting. “If you speak the truth. Go on.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Kill Ace.”

There. Simple and direct. Fyodor raised a brow, amused. “Oh? How unusual. I gathered you’re not a friend of the Mafia, but this–what cruelty.”

“I don’t mind the Mafia. It’s him that I’ve no need of.” His ability disgusted you, to put it frankly. Greed was a dangerous thing, and men who played around with other’s lives for the sake of it were no better than sewer rats. Karma’s face flashed before your eyes, the memory of what was to come tasting bitter on your tongue. “But–” you brushed a loose strand of hair behind Fyodor’s ear, voice seeping with sweetness “–don’t touch the others. If there is even one casualty, I’ll make sure there’ll be consequences.”

Fyodor didn’t seem concerned in the slightest. “So many demands. What am I to do but follow them? Yet I’m still tied up here, aren’t I?” 

“I’m sure you can manage on your own,” you said. “I’ll find you when you’re done. I don’t mind getting you out either, so long as you don’t break the rules.”

Now something shifted, Fyodor’s attention seemingly caught. You wondered what went about in his head. You must be quite the novelty; even more so if he realized how much you knew of him. 

…or of his plans. 

“Interesting,” was all he said. Like there wasn’t anything else to be discussed. 

You sighed, pulling away to retrieve the hood again. At least you got somewhere. You hoped his curiosity was enough to keep his end of the bargain. Fyodor was such an untouchable individual it would’ve been impossible otherwise to get something like this out of him.

Cooperation. Or you hoped, there was nothing stopping him from ending your life and everyone else’s here after he was done with you.

…

Fuck.

You needed a safety plan in case he had other ideas in mind.

You went back before him, hood in hand as you lowered it over his head and eyes before you spoke again. “And Fyodor?”

He couldn’t see you but his lips finally moved in answer. “Yes?”

You bent down, facing him directly. “I hope this works out for the both of us. I would really like to talk to you about things after.”

“I would love that too.” He smiled. You couldn’t tell if he was sincere or not.

You came closer, your breath ghosting over his cheek. Fyodor’s jaw tensed as you spoke quietly against his ear. “I’m quite… new to this place. You see, there are no ability users where I come from… and I would really love to go back there. I think you’d be willing to lend a helping hand. We’ll talk more, yeah?”

You moved slowly back, pulling the hood lower before you stopped again. He wasn’t going to answer, it seemed. Fyodor’s lips remained sealed, no doubt thinking over your words. Spinning them around his mind. 

You smiled knowingly, leaning in to brush your lips against his a moment later.Just because you could. 

There, maybe he’d have more to think about as he waited for Ace’s arrival. Fyodor certainly didn’t indicate it though, remaining still against your lips. You weren’t surprised. You set the hood in place, finally stepping back.

A lot of things were about to change in a few hours. The anticipation was building inside you; hope mingled with a sense of danger that only fueled your impatience further.

What a day it’s been so far.

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Man i love glitter and sparkle... shiny

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Bring back 70s and 80s fashion and makeup

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Why am i seeing everyone trying to bring back 2020 aesthetic and vibes 😭😭 GUYS LEAVE THAT FREAKY YEAR ALONE