#Kisaki Tetta x Daughter reader!

[alessabriel]

My Perfect Girl | 3/3

Sumary: KisakiTouman! That she achieves her goal of marrying Hinata Tachibana, being the only man in her life, and getting Takemichi out of the way. To have a perfect life, and a perfect sweet girl.

CW: incest between father and daughter, described sexual scenes, daddy kink at its best, gagging, vanilla sex, oral fixation, chirophilia, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throat, fingering, anal and vaginal fingering, compliments, hard sex.

Words: 3,630

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

Kisaki Tetta, out of all the path he managed to establish since his high school years and get to where he was today was someone who did not allow himself to lose control. Knowing that he was someone versed in many relevant areas in his field, among so many skills was driving, truth be told he was a good driver and knew how to handle himself well either in streets or highways or even in shootouts, he had as a hobby racing cars to kill time and he did it splendidly. He wasn't going to lie when his daughter went to see him he would show off to impress her, and no one could say anything about it, but that was a whole different story being in front of the wheel having you bent over the seat right on his cock and how you had fun playing with it totally loving it.

"Daddy your cock is so long and fat" you whimpered in such a whiny and needy tone. Tetta could only squeeze the steering wheel tighter with her hands, she was trying hard not to let her eyesight blur from the pleasure she felt at having you giving kisses to her cock and waving your gorgeous ass in the air covered by a short skirt that only embellished the view. Miraculously you came to a red light and he made the blunder of looking down only to see you hold the tip of his cock imprisoned between your lips to run your tongue over his flesh while still looking down at him before leaving a loving kiss on his sensitive tip and rubbing it on your cheek, all the while looking up at him with eyes clouded in unparalleled lust. Feeling wanted like that, it was fucking exhilarating. If someone had told him before your unimaginably innocent but dirty talk, he would have given him lead right between the eyebrows for talking about you like that but now, when he had you in his lap and him unable to look at you anymore because of his gaze focused on the street, but he did hear your soft whimper long and tender, such a sweet croak "She's as rich as I imagined Daddy" With those words Tetta had to continue driving.

It was only a short drive to the apartment, that was what comforted you both.

You had half of your Daddy's hard cock inside your mouth, it felt like a rock against your palate and tongue, slightly salty but a warm aftertaste that made your tongue tingle, you slid its hardness against your tongue playing with the veins, it was so delicious to finally have it inside your mouth and you would have wanted to take it deep into your throat where you felt like choking and suffocating on it but it was driving, the last thing you wanted was for them to collide. You felt so aroused you were dripping inside your panties and the soft hand on your head doling out tender caresses only increased it, he was treating you so sweet and tender that your spoiled side couldn't help but come out, you pulled his cock out of your mouth and lavished kisses all over it, even biting gently but covering your teeth with your lips.

"I want her to be only mine Daddy Yes?"

Your sweet and pampered request made your Daddy's cock just throb between your soft hands of perfectly manicured and manicured nails, such a gorgeous and perfect color on your pretty hands that only styled them more, you were all Daddy's girl. And a Daddy's girl deserved no less. Tetta could only melt at your request, his cock was yours from the beginning of that insane attraction and he really couldn't conceive of cheating on you. You were the only woman he would ever love.

"It's only yours, only yours" assured the older man confidently before grabbing you by the hair pulling you carefully to incorporate you into the seat without inflicting too much pain to give you a sloppy kiss. Tetta loved so many of your plump, moist lips, she could taste the saltiness in your mouth coupled with the sweetness of your stained lipstick "And I'm yours too Princess."

Your heart beat out of control in your rib cage at what your Dad uttered and you kissed him again, this time taking control you, invading his mouth with your tongue and nibbling on his lips, before trapping in your lips his tongue to suck it between your lips licking and sucking it your way. They were not your first kisses, but with whom you loved the most. The older Kisaki just let you guide the kiss, he could feel your enthusiasm and dedication in the kiss, at the same time savoring your taste on his tongue and before returning the kiss someone pulled them out of their bubble with a horn from behind. With regret Tetta moderately managed to let you do whatever you wanted with her body.

"I'm all yours too Daddy" you hummed in response over the skin of his neck, leaving wet kisses and running the tip of your tongue over his warm skin, if you pressed hard enough you could feel his pulse throbbing under your lips. You managed to see your Dad's genuine smile at your words and felt butterflies in your stomach, it was cute. Still with your stomach churning from those love related bugs you smiled in anticipation guiding your hand to the erect length that was still glistening with traces of your saliva and lipstick to start massaging it gently slow, wanting him to cum to enjoy it on your tongue and hands "I want to choke on your cock Daddy, I want it so bad."

Kisaki squeezed the steering wheel even tighter and wished to blow the head off whoever the fuck had caught his attention with the horn, I hate it but continued to drive feeling your hand on his cock masturbating him so slowly, devoting attention to every tiny part edging him in the process. Before he could say anything to you he again felt the warmth of your mouth on his cock and just held on to get to the fucking building as soon as possible.

You hummed and continued to suck sweetly, so soft and harmless that at one point it was even relaxing, but your intentions remained the same; to edge him so much until his cock throbbed in your mouth, feeling the throbbing resonate in the veins of his cock and caressing them with your tongue. And you were on the right track, you settled nicely over his lap without getting in the way of the steering wheel and started working him even harder, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, feeling the imperceptible gag reflex barrier that you had trained a little with countless hours sucking on toys of different sizes had helped you to be able to control your gag reflex. All for your Daddy, to drown you in his cock so he could gag you.

The wet noises began to create a symphony out of wet dreams.

Kisaki Tetta had had many partners and clearly they had had sex quite often but no one compared to how skillfully you were turning him on in just minutes and eating his cock deep. With trembling hand he pushed you by the head further down on his cock listening to your sweet little moaning sound rumble over the sensitive skin of his penis bristling his skin in the process. But to his surprise you stayed there, your pretty tinted lips touching the edge of his pants at the base of his cock swallowing around it, that only gave him more pleasure; sheathing himself completely in your tender throat feeling how tight it was, feeling your saliva dripping onto his cock and you futilely rubbing your legs together in search of relief. At that instant was when your blowjob really began, you were going up and down quite fluidly on his cock slurping, kissing and drinking all the wetness his cock had and gave you for your attentions. You were perfect.

"I'm better than Mommy Aren't I Daddy?" you asked with such a believable innocent tone to your Daddy, that if you weren't pumping with your hand a cock rubbing it also over your swollen lips he might coo at how tender you were. Tetta might have found the question tender in itself and not horny, jealous and so arousing "Mommy won't compare to me, will she Daddy?"  

With a shaky sigh she cleared her head feeling the pressure at the base of member go increasing by your delicate little hand with perfectly manicured nails, you squeezed it sweetly holding it back as you left open mouthed kisses waiting for her response and Tetta couldn't ignore how you began to over squeeze it, apparently you didn't like not being given an answer. Your perfect little girl was possessive and jealous, the woman you loved. That dominant but cuddly side at the same time only turned him on more, you were his spoiled little girl and soon he could explore it some more, there were so many possibilities roaming around in his head they were almost endless.

"Yes you are better than Tachibana in everything, you are perfect my girl" with a pleased humming you proceeded to give him a sloppy blowjob leaving aside your slowness, you so longed to taste his cum "That's it princess, suck, I want to fill your mouth with my cum".

And motivated, you continued sucking, lowering your head quickly and rising a little slower, sucking harder on the tip, as if you wanted to milk it. It was inevitable not to lose your free hand between your legs under your panties to start caressing your mons venus to take your fingers towards your labia majora feeling how wet you were to focus your attention on your small clitoris, you didn't think you could continue without feeling cared for and you couldn't help but choke when you pressed a little harder on your clit under your soaked underwear. Still you didn't leave your dad's long, fat cock, you just cooed around it making a mess in his pants, your legs and hands trembling from the crushing pleasure that ran through your entire body.

You felt almost electrified.

For the older Kisaki it was the same or perhaps more intense, everything felt a thousand times more intense than before and how you tried even harder, just thinking that someone could see them; Seeing her sweet princess crouched in her lap with her little mouth busy as much as possible and by the way your hips were shaking you were touching yourself. I could imagine you with your pretty, delicate hand in your vagina, touching and caressing you.

He didn't know how he could last any longer, but he did.

They arrived at the underground parking lot of the building where his apartment was, and he forcefully lifted you by the waist, moving to the back of the car. With a wicked smile he laid you back on the seat, pushing aside your panties, seeing your perfect pussy with plump lips that he squeezed between his fingers, feeling your wet folds, watching you whimper sensitively, and he gave a not-so-hard slap on your pussy, creating a sound of skin with skin, watching you tremble. He loved seeing your delicate body at the mercy of his hands and even more exciting, that you craved and desired him as much as he did.

"D-daddy" you moaned trembling trying to close your legs but his strong hands with highlighted veins held them well keeping your legs wide open leaving your pussy in sight "p-please"

Kisaki smiled seeing how desperate you were, leaving your legs open around his hips he separated the labia of your pussy seeing how you were so wet dripping, there was a little well trimmed hair crowning your folds on your mons venus that he only caressed before licking his index and middle fingers to caress your sensitive pussy, running from your mons venus barely touching, admiring with delight how your skin stood on end, to delve between your labia majora to touch the hood of your clitoris, feeling how wet you were, caressing the vestibule to reach your small leaky entrance. Your small hole that dropped soft and liquid pearls of your crystalline nectar that slowly dripped between your round buttocks getting lost, he loved to see the whole erotic show that you put on just with his touches, he was a total pervert just for you, his own blood and the daughter he loved so much, who brought him so much pride.

"Tell me, angel," Tetta said with a smile, gently masturbating her daughter's pussy, watching her squirm and tremble, paying attention to caressing the hood of her clitoris. "Have you touched this pretty pussy? Have you used your fingers thinking about daddy? Be honest, honey. "Tell me everything you do in this beautiful wet hole"

You squirm feeling how her finger runs through your labia majora and minora, smearing and staining your excitement on the sensitive skin of your pussy, but your legs tremble when you feel her fingers testing your entrance. You whimper when his finger enters a little, feeling from the beginning the difference between your little fingers and your dad's, your dad's fingers are longer and bigger than yours, when he enters completely inside you, your hands cling. at the door scratching the surface and moaning with pleasure, you were trembling feeling just one of his fingers inside you and you felt like you could cum already.

"Y-yes, I touched myself" you confess, lost between feeling embarrassed or excited, but when he starts moving his fingers in and out, you moan so loudly feeling the coldness of his ring touching your hot sex, you push your pussy into his fingers, forcing them harder. inside although it hurts, the pleasure overcomes it along with the coldness of the ring "I h-I touched myself looking at photos of you, o-smelling your shirts and m-I put together one of the p-stuffed animals that you gave me, t-the one that looks like you"

Tetta delights in seeing her daughter so horny, trembling only for one of her fingers and gently extracts it from your pulsating interior, admiring how sticky threads of crystalline white are created that join her fingers to her tight hole, the same finger that she took to the lips tasting your sweet nectar; It was sweet and slightly bittersweet that shook every cell in her body just by tasting it. It was damn exquisite, and he knew it would be more delicious straight from the source, licking your juices from his finger. He returned to touch your pussy this time inserting two fingers but there was resistance from your tight hole. She let a drop of saliva fall on the plump lips of your pussy, smearing your clit equally, with her thumb she caressed the little bundle of nerves watching how you were scratching the seats with such a beautiful expression of pleasure; bright eyes shedding tears that slid like crystalline talks down your rosy cheeks, lips parted in a tender o and your hands trembling as you scratched what you could reach. She continues caressing your clitoris and begins to move her fingers, expanding your interior very gently, feeling how you dripped into her hand, soaking her fingers, letting your nectar flow to her palm and soak the seat.

"So my perfect princess is a dirty girl?" Tetta questioned and she was pleasantly surprised to feel how the wet, tight-walled interior of her daughter's pussy tightened impossibly tighter on her fingers, almost preventing her from moving them. "Do you like it when daddy talked dirty to you, my love?"

You are shaking and you say shedding tears, you feel so sensitive as if every part of your body were nerve endings, your body felt hot and each touch only made you feel more stimulated.

"Y-yes daddy" the youngest responds, seeing her father with bright and innocent eyes full of desire shedding tears, her fingers close to his face wiping his tears and touching his lips not knowing that he wanted to fill his mouth "M-me "I like it when daddy talks dirty."

"That's my perfect sweet little whore," Tetta comments, watching her daughter tremble more and her pussy tighten. "You're my perfect slutty girl. Do you want me to eat this little pussy of yours?"

You cry when you feel three fingers inside you, caressing your soaked walls and your hard clit, you can't hold back your needy sobs anymore. You whimper needily caressing your own lips, licking your fingers.

"P-please" you beg and plead watching her adjust herself to lower her head to your pussy "D-daddy"

Tetta finally has his mouth on his daughter's sweet and tender pussy, he runs his tongue from where he still has his fingers inside you, tasting your juices that drip into his hand and goes up to your Mount Venus, your aroma intoxicates him completely He even feels his cock grow bigger. He goes back down kissing each part, sliding his tongue between your labia in search of your clitoris, which he licks gently, feeling the tender hardness of that sensitive pearl, and he grunts with pleasure when you pull his hair, raking your acrylic nails on his head, another time he It would make you sleepy but now it just makes your skin crawl. She redoubles her efforts, and she traps the small hard button between her lips, starting to really masturbate your pussy, looking for that point that would drive you crazy with pleasure, she didn't think wrong. She touched that G-spot of hers, curling her fingers, feeling with the tips of her fingers that part of slightly different texture to gain leverage and more force to stimulate it, while she sucked on that little button.

The tinted windows were fogged with fog, and the aroma of sex was combined with perfumes.

Your mind is blank, your wet pussy being caressed, masturbated and with your dad's mouth there. You pull her hair hard, moaning without being able to regulate your voice, when she touches that point that you only rarely reached, your eyes rolled back without being able to put your tongue in your mouth. She was touching you hard, caressing that point roughly, and your pussy was splashing your juices, with your hands you squeeze your tits over your blouse, pinching your nipples feeling pleasure, sucking your fingers, choking you. Until you feel that knot in your belly tighten so tightly that your body tenses, you block yourself by clawing at the seat and squeezing your thighs around your dad's head.

""I-I'm cumming daddy" you scream uncontrollably.

Tetta smiles as he continues, his glasses splashed with your juices but he continues to feel your thighs press his head deeper into your pussy and knowing when your wet pussy would squirt, he sucked harder on your clit until your spurts came out in pressure drenching his mouth and suit. . She continues caressing you, gently bringing you down from that ecstasy, she gets up, taking her fingers out of you, sucking them, seeing how you were crying with pleasure. She caresses your thighs, seeing you with love and tenderness.

"Did you like my perfect girl?" the older man questions, standing on top of her daughter, watching closely the traces of her tears and her expression of pleasure. "It tasted delicious. Do you see the mess you made, my girl? Your pussy is dripping so hard, only daddy can make you cum." So"

You affirm lightly, hugging him still lost in your pleasure, surrounding her neck, kissing him, savoring your flavor on her lips. And you only let yourself be carried away by his lips and tongue. You feel how your dad adjusts your panties even though they are soaked, with the mere friction of your underwear you tremble. You look at your dad still tickling his body with pleasure, pouting softly in embarrassment.

"Sorry, daddy, I soaked everything" you say softly, playing with his hair, looking at him with love but shyly showing your shame in your eyes.

Tetta just laughs deep and husky, kissing your lips softly calming you down and giving you love, you were the most adorably sexy woman she had ever met.

"Don't worry, honey, it's just an example of how much pleasure I can give you. Now we'll go up to the apartment, okay?"

“It's okay daddy.”

                                                    〔 ⚝⚝⚝ 〕

Being in your dad's bachelor apartment, he didn't let you down from his arms, between clothes falling and moans they came to the room. Your dad wouldn't let you get out of his arms, you surrounded his hips with your legs, preventing him from moving away from you. Sharing kisses and caresses, admiring with delight the traces of continuous hours of unleashed lust.

The air is filled with tension and the obscene essence of sex.

Tetta cradles her hands tightly on your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin and the softness of your smooth lips. Running her hands over your body, feeling her skin crawl, she couldn't help but smile when she saw her sweet daughter trembling with her, with her fingers on her smooth lips shedding tears. Her tight, warm, wet pussy squeezing his cock, he can see every mark on her skin.

“D-daddy,” the youngest whimpers, trembling, scratching the sheets, feeling the sheets rub against her tits, but she cries when she feels a finger again in hers, another hole in hers, “M-more please.”

And Kisaki Tetta has always spoiled her perfect little girl.

[lalunanymph]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── hanma loves his sweet wife, and he loves it even more when you’re barefoot and pregnant for him. but, when you complain he needs to lay of off you for a bit, he decides he's never going to fill you up again. unless you beg nicely, of course.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you're now reading . . . 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 with hanma shuji

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── wife!reader, fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, reader is breastfeeding, unprotected s[e]x, oral s[e]x, established marriage, mentions of babies, shuji is obssessed with knocking us up, orgasm denial, future toman!shuji, hanma as a dad, mom!reader, loosely based off the characters in my series back to us

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It's no secret that Hanma Shuji is a difficult man.

His subordinates, old gang members and even his boss slash best friend, Kisaki Tetta, would bet on saying the same. 

He was brash, violent and impulsive all rolled into one neatly pressed pinstripe suit and nicotine-roughened voice. The tattoos on the back of his hand shone more often than not with blood and gore than anything else, and he grew up on a steady diet of abuse and cheap thrills. 

But, despite all of his atrocities, he was your husband and you loved him.

Even if you were currently exasperated over his determination to knock you up again when you had just came back from the hospital 8 weeks ago.

“Shuji, you have to stop,” your pleading tone slowed the roll of his hips.

Frowning, Hanma took a hard pause from fucking you, the look on his face laced with both confusion and worry.

“Shit, baby,” he plucked your hand from between your legs where it was steadily stimulating your clit, kissing the rise of your knuckles. “Did I hurt you?” 

You shook your head, unable to voice out the anxiety clouding your mind. Shuji, however, was always patient with your unravelling thoughts, and gave you the space you needed to sort out your emotions. 

He had ceased every movement, waiting for you to speak.

“The babies,” you finally managed to mumble. “They’re still so young.” 

Referring to your two sons and daughter, your strange observation had him cocking his head to the side.

“Uh-huh. Shusei is eight, Shiori is two, and Shunki is three months old. Am I missing something here?” 

His tone was tainted with a sheen of frustration, and you could plainly hear the thoughts bouncing in his head: Did she really stop our love making just to ask about the kids?

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to get him to understand. “They’re still so young, Shuji. We… I don’t think we should have any more babies… for now.”

Your voice turned meek towards the end of your suggestion, and you braced yourself for Shuji’s uproar. If there was one thing your husband loved more than pleasing Kisaki and expensive cigars, it was the sight of you swollen and pretty with his babies.

And it wasn’t because of some weird masculine need to spread his seed thoroughly—Shuji actually enjoyed the pregnancy process together with you. 

The six foot five Reaper would shrug off other people’s judgement to get you anything you were craving for even if he was in the middle of a deadly meeting. He was present for every single one of his children’s ultrasounds without fail—except for Shusei’s, but that was a prickly past you had learned to make peace with. Shuji would follow you wherever you went if he wasn’t busy with work, and if he was, he always had a group of men shadowing your every movement, terrified that someone would hurt his precious family once his back was turned. 

As shocking as it was, the great Reaper of Tokyo was actually a fantastic family man. 

Never would anyone in a million years come to that conclusion, but it was the truth. Shuji lived and breathed to take care of his small family… and unfortunately, it came with the territory of knocking you up whenever he felt like it.

Which was currently the issue you were trying to get him to see.

“I need to rest, baby,” you murmured, cupping his face to ease the sting of disappointment you knew he was feeling. “I’ve been pushing out babies for the past three years. My body, it’s… it’s not what it used to be.” 

You gestured at your obvious stretch marks, at the cellulite speckling your thighs and abdomen. “It looks bad… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I felt like I needed to tell you this because I’m… I’m ovulating today.” 

Usually, those golden words would have Shuji seeing red for the whole evening. And you did notice your husband’s throat bobbing at the knowledge of your body being fertile and ready for his cum. 

But, he tried to understand where you were coming from, even if he didn’t like it. 

“Baby,” Shuji cooed, caressing your face with one large palm, inked knuckles grazing your wobbling lower lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful to me, don’t you know? I don’t care about what your body looks like. I love you for you. Plus—” he grabbed your breast fondly, squeezing it much to your gasp of surprise. “—I love how these tits have fed my babies.” He moved his hand lower to your hip, kneading the plush flesh with a playful grin. “And these fucking hips? Majestic, baby. I could live in between your thighs forever.”

His words made your cheeks burn hotly, and you struggled to not let him derail you. Focus on the end goal, Y/N. 

But, it wasn’t like you were going to lie to yourself—you wanted a huge family just like Shuji did. But, he had to understand about spacing out conception times so you didn’t feel like a big, ol’ baby making machine from the 1700s. 

“Shuji, that’s not what I’m saying,” you whined, pouting. He sighed, and rolled you over, his softening cock slipping out of your twitching heat. 

“What is it, darling?” he asked, intent on uncovering what’s got your thoughts in a twist. “If you’re worried I would find you unattractive, I won’t. Every time I remember I’m married to you, I get really nervous like… like, fuck—she’s still with me? I have the most beautiful woman as my wife?” His tone turned teasing, like it always did when he was trying to fluster you. “Give me a bit more credit, will you?”

Of course, you did, and you rolled your eyes, half in exasperation and half in spellbound charm for his sincere words.

“I know, baby,” you said, and took his face in your hands again, willing for him to understand. “But, I need you to promise me one thing—no getting me pregnant this year. Not until Shunki is at least two.” 

Shuji looked like you had just told him to jump off a cliff. His golden eyes widened with disbelief, mouth falling slack. 

“Baby—”

“I mean it, Shuji.”

And he knew you did. His sweet wife rarely sets such harsh boundaries, and he was coming to realise how much he had fucked up. 

“Are you angry with me?” 

The little glimmer of uncertainty and fear that you might leave him again reared its ugly head—something uncommon but understood when memories of what you both went through filled your uneasy mind.

“No, Shuji,” you took his face in your hands, tilting it close enough for your foreheads to touch. “I’m not. I love you. I just… want to not be pregnant for a bit.”

He hummed, the sound slightly fractured towards the end. You could tell Shuji hated this idea with every fibre of his being, but he wasn’t the one physically carrying any of the children. Despite how he had tried to make each of your pregnancies comfortable by constantly being at your beck and call, your reality was different. The swollen ankles, aching muscles, sleepless nights and horrifying cravings were all starting to catch up with you.

If you wanted to give Hanma a big family, you needed to take some breaks in between or else you would lose your mind.

“I get it,” he sighed, those brilliant golden eyes downcast. “It’s your body so it’s your choice. I understand, baby.”

You internally exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank you, baby,” you sealed your appreciation with a kiss, and Shuji returned the gesture back half-heartedly. Your husband was pouting like a kid whose candy got stolen, and you couldn’t resist a quiet chuckle at his expense.

“Look on the bright side—we could save up a little extra to take the kids for another holiday instead of buying diapers all the time.” 

He met your optimism with a sour expression. “Yeah—if condoms weren’t so damn expensive.”

You fixed him with a disapproving look. “You and I both know that’s not true.”

Shuji rolled his eyes and then pinned you down into the bed with his bigger frame. “So, lemme get this straight—I can still fuck you, still cum in you… but you don’t want my babies?” 

His words ignited a shiver of pleasure down your spine, and you cursed how susceptible you were to your husband’s seduction. Shuji could turn you on simply by lowering his voice and fixing you with his melting stare.

You swallowed hard, unsure how to reply to him. “W-well, yes—”

“Okay, fine,” he mumbled sourly. “Won’t do it, then.” 

Sighing, you shook your head. “Okay, Shuji. Are you okay?” 

He fixed you with an unfathomable look, and you were sure he would say something sarcastic. But, all your husband did was pull you into his embrace, kissing your hair.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. We’re okay.” 

Then, he mumbled, “I won’t cum in you tonight, baby. You can trust me on that.”

And, you did. Shuji had proven to you time and time again how he religiously kept his word. Everytime he said that you were the only one or how he only wanted you in his life, he backed it up with real actions—like spending an entire night awake to take care of Shiori when she was down with a flu while you got your much needed rest; your pregnancy with Shunki wearing you out more than usual. 

You should’ve known Shuji was a man of his words, but like two extremes, Shuji could never find a balance.

And this time, he took his promise overboard. 

“Shuji,” you sobbed, completely lost in your pleasure. “A-Ah, I’m close!” 

Your nails bit into his shoulders, the bathroom tiles shimmering in your periphery. Shuji had your knees pressed to your chest, rearranging your guts with languid strokes as the bath steam perfumed the air with lavender fragrance. 

Your back was pressed to the grand mirror, and his lips were on yours, drinking every honeyed moan you had to offer him. 

Hanging by a single thread of your sanity, you were close enough to taste your orgasm.

Shuji was steadily wrecking you, hellbent on bringing you past the threshold of pleasure that you both barely cared to keep it down.

His hoarse groans were swallowed by your eager mouth, and your every purr went straight to his overstimulated cock.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he groaned, crowding you further up the cool glass, intent on invading every inch of your space with his dominating presence. “Wanna hear you scream my name—w-wanna… ah, fuck, you don’t want t’get knocked up.”

At the mention of getting you pregnant again, you whined, shaking your head.

“D-don’t—please, Shu.” 

He shook his head, reassuring you with a gentle squeeze on your thigh. “I won’t doll, I won’t. You know I won’t.” 

Your syrupy hiccup was met with a soft, sympathetic kiss on your jaw. 

“Ssh, ssh, darling. Don’t worry your head off, okay—a-ah, oh f—you feel so good.” Shuji’s beautiful golden eyes were heavy with lust, every weighty snap of his hips pushing his shaft to rub your sensitive spots deeper, making you see stars.

“I’m gonna cum,” every fibre of your soul was aching for your husband, your body echoing the same feat—demanding for Shuji to fulfil your gnawing lust. “G-gah, I-I’m g-gonna cum, Shuji—”

“F-fuck, me too, doll—fuck, fuck, you gotta—shit, shit, m’cumming—fuck!” Your husband’s guttural groan right in your ear made your insides flutter around his thick length, and you were rapidly melting for him; first your bones turning jelly, your muscles screaming and then your pussy was pulsing around him, ready to drop over the sweet, sinful edg e—

Shuji yanked you back from the edge when he practically ripped his cock from your swollen depths, jerking his raw and red cock hard. You barely had time to cry out in despair when you felt a hot spray coating your pelvis and thighs. 

The room was spinning, your whited-out mind reemerging back from the fog as one singular thought blared loudly like a hurricane siren: Shuji denied my orgasm. 

The devil in question exhaled out a laugh which stirred the loose hairs stuck to your neck with sweat. “You alright, baby?” 

Your mouth fell open, about to whine out your displeasure, when he tilted your face up, handsome face completely suffused with love as he kissed you slow and deep.

“You should get cleaned up,” he murmured, lips a heated stroke from yours, and yet so far away.

“Shuji—”

“I have some documents to wrap up,” he pried himself free from the beckoning circle of your arms, his smile touched with regret.

All you could do was gawk at him, dumbfounded by how he brushed your arousal aside like it barely even mattered. This was out of character for the man you intimately knew as your husband. Shuji had once eaten you out until his jaw went numb just so he could feel you cum on his tongue—his blase attitude towards your denied orgasm didn’t make sense.

“H-hey, I didn’t cum yet—”

“Hmm?” he cut you off, a pinch in his brow. “What do you mean, baby?” 

Flushing in anger, you pried him back into your arms, jaw clenched in fury. “Don’t be an asshole, Shu. I didn’t cum yet and I was so close. You knew I was close—”

“Sheesh, okay,” Shuji gently disentangled your hands from his body, giving you a smug grin. “I know you’re always a bitch in heat for me, but I honestly thought you came already.” 

Your jaw fell open, the anger giving way to disbelief. Your husband quickly pecked your cheek, backing away on his long legs in preparation for your mounting wrath. 

Quickly hopping onto your feet, you fully intended to chase him down and make him get on his knees for being so mean to you, when a familiar cry over the baby monitor stopped you short.

Shuji had already disappeared into his office, and you were left with the selfish decision of marching in to give him a piece of your frazzled mind, or tending to your baby. In the end, your motherly instinct won out, and you quickly slipped on your night robe, wincing at how you had to wash it now that the material had touched your husband’s cum as you hurried down the hallway to Shunki’s room.

Your baby boy was red in the face, screaming at the top of his lungs to be fed. You didn’t hesitate to shrug off one shoulder of your robe, placating him with your milk as he latched on hungrily. You fed your son and rocked him gently, brushing the baby fuzz on his head to get him to calm down. Once Shunki had his fill, you burped and cuddled him, waiting for his eyes to slip close after a fulfilling feeding.

Setting your son down to sleep in the crib, you had to take a quick shower and hurry to tuck both Shiori and Shusei in.

Once the children were all asleep, you had almost forgotten about the simmering lust in your veins, until the reminder of your soiled robe in the hamper stopped you up short.

Shuji would be working till late tonight, and there was no chance of him tending to your needs.

Somehow, you sensed it was because of the boundary you placed on him a few days ago which incited your husband’s petty actions. Which was a shame, because you were about to suggest hopping back on the pill if he refused to wear a condom. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before; at least one of you had to be responsible for the family planning, and unfortunately, the onus seemed to fall on your shoulders. 

So, you trudged back to bed, too tired to deal with your arousal and hoping it would go away when morning came.

… Only, you couldn’t fall asleep.

You stayed awake, tossing and turning; wishing Shuji were here to hold you. 

Unbidden, you reached for his side of the bed and found it empty. 

Lying up, you rubbed your eyes, reaching for your thin cardigan. Even though you were angry with him, you still wanted his comfort and love. Without a second thought, you trudged into his office, startling him from his papers.

“Oh? Darling.” 

Like a child, you padded over to him, throwing yourself onto his lap and burying your face in his neck. 

Shuji held you close, inhaling the scent of lavender from your hair greedily. “Couldn’t sleep?” 

“Mhm,” you smacked his chest lightly. “‘Cause of you, dumbass.”

His deep laughter rumbled under your cheek. “What did I do now?”

“Don’t act stupid,” you grumbled under your breath. 

“Baby, I’m serious.”

This close to him, your senses were ignited and tingling; a rush of desire flooding south to stain your innocent cotton panties with a bone-deep need for your husband.

“You’re so mean, Shuji,” your whine reached his heated ears, and he strangled back a chuckle at your expense. Sensing your cresting arousal, he ran his rough palms down your back, warming you up under your thin night clothes. 

“Yeah, I guess I was. I didn’t make my baby cum. I’m a bad husband for that.” 

“Mhm hmm,” you petulantly agreed. Sitting straighter, you inched off his lap to perch on the edge of his desk. Parting your legs, you dangled your arousal right in front of him, the innocence on the curve of your brow contrasting vividly with the wet spot his sights immediately latched onto. “So, what’re you going to do to make it up to me?” 

His hollow chuckle sounded strained, even to his own ears. He wrapped an inked palm on your bare thigh, calloused thumb rubbing circles into the heated flesh. 

“I guess you have to show me, darling.” 

This was the thing about your husband; while you were given full reign on the house and his emotions, Shuji still held all the cards when it came to your body. You had barely cared before; he had always made sure to put your pleasure above anything else in his life. But, in this instant, when you could feel the tides of power shifting uncertainty from one stubborn end to another, the ball was in your court to determine how you wanted this night to end.

Shuji was giving you both an out and an in—waiting on the choice you were going to make.

Without a word, you nudged his hand away, and parted your thighs further, slowly inching down your panties. His pen dug into your side, and you impatiently shoved it away, the pesky item rolling down the desk to clatter onto the floor. 

Once your cunt was naked and dripping in front of him, you didn’t hesitate to rub your clit, literally taking your pleasure into your own hands.

“Is this how you wanted me to react?” you quietly goaded, a fire in your eyes he found breathtakingly beautiful. Shuji responded by sitting back into his chair to get a good look at you touching yourself, those golden eyes infuriatingly unreadable. “By forcing your hand? You’re sick, Shuji. J-just because I enforced a boundary, you—nghh—want to punish me.” 

Your circles turned jerky, the previously denied orgasm he didn’t give you rearing fully back to the surface. The room was sticky and hot, the air saturated with the smell of seduction and repressed need.

You couldn’t see it, but Shuji was holding tightly to the arms of his desk chair, outwardly patient while you got yourself off; inwardly dying to feel your walls choke his cock. 

However, he hesitated to react; in some sick, twisted sense, he wanted to see how far he could push you—how much you could take until you crumbled.

He was always the more active one in pursuing your physical pleasure while you allowed him to dominate you and lead you down endless carnal paths. This time, Shuji took one step back, letting you decide what you wanted—because to him, your words and actions weren’t matching. The woman who didn’t want him to breed her, was displaying her pussy fully just for him; begging him earlier this now to make her cum. Every part of you begged for him deep inside you, but he had to make sure this was what you truly wanted.

“Shuji,” your sweet whine made his cock throb. “God—f-fuck—must I beg you to touch me?”

Immediately he pushed your hand aside, cheek pressed to the inside of your thigh as he greedily inhaled your arousal. In hindsight, it was your fault for goading him, because for the next hour, Shuji ate you out until you were dripping onto his proposal papers, smearing Toman’s next steps around your sweaty, writhing body as you came again and again for your husband.

His tongue rubbed on your tender spots deep inside you, his nose pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing back and forth back and forth until you cried out gonna cum again Shu, g-gonna cum again—

He let you grind your pussy all over his face, let your hands twine in his hair to hold him in place while you found your unravelling for the third time tonight.

Once your thighs had stopped spasming, he eased back, lips glossy and lower chin drenched in your juices. 

Pulling you into his lap, Shuji’s hard cock strained against his slacks, surely leaking now from how long he had teased himself—held himself back from ravaging you like you deserved. But, even saints were humans who had a limit to their patience, and Shuji would never delude himself to believe he was a good man.

He was as rotten as they came—corrupted both inside and out. But, his love for you would always be his salvation. 

You brought out the man underneath the monster; only you were able to claw him out from the dark and into your arms. 

You were his salvation, and Shuji was going to make sure you were ruined for him. 

“Undress me.” 

Those hooded golden eyes pushed you to unbuckle his belt first, your shaky hands pressing down on his broad pecs, trembling when they unbuttoned his dress shirt. 

Shuji simply sat back, studying the adorable concentration scrunching your brow as you tried to quickly take what you wanted. His dress shirt slid down his scarred shoulders, and his cock finally sprang free from behind the restrictive material of his slacks. 

It was your turn to undress. You eased the flimsy silk nightgown from your shoulders, letting it fall in a pool by your waist. Shuji’s intensity threatened to swallow you whole—from the smouldering heat in his amber eyes to his parted lips, he was looking at you like you were a rare feast laid out for him.

Those large palms cupped your breasts, massaging your swollen nipples and toying with them until you winced. He lifted you up slightly to slide the pretty black nightgown fully off you, leaving you bare and vulnerable just for his scrutiny. 

Shuji’s lips were on yours, drowning you with his kisses that tasted of whisky and cloying impatience. You drank him in deeply, until you felt like your lungs would puncture and overflow. His tongue slipped past the shaky barrier of your mouth, intimately dancing with yours as you both savoured and teased each other.

“Shuji…” your breathless sigh never failed to get him light-headed. He loved how his name always sounded coming from your sacred lips. 

Cupping your face in his hands, he gently pecked your nose, cheeks and lips, while subtly nudging you further up his torso so his cock could brush your entrance. Your first gasp rang through the room, the sensation of his fat tip pushing past the tight muscle an experience you never wanted to give up.

Suddenly, this game of cat and mouse snapped your patience in half, and you wanted nothing more than to feel his hot cum flooding your womb.

“Shuji…” your gasp was swallowed by his feral mouth on yours, kissing away any of your anticipated complaints.

But, you were done restricting your husband from the most tender parts of yourself. It was his right to defile you; to drive his hips deeper and deeper into you until you bore him the fruits of both your labours.

Sacrilege was never giving Hanma Shuji what he wanted when all he wanted was you.

“I need you…” 

Hanma’s ears pricked, hearing something more than desperation in your sweet request.

“Yeah, doll? What do you need?”

He would always have a sixth sense whenever you were struggling with piecing together your needs. Shuji wanted to count all of your insecurities and pin them onto the bruises of his body just so he could brush them softly whenever they started to hurt.

Lifting your glossy, tear-filled eyes, you hiccuped: “You.”

His chuckle brushed your parted mouth, nose grazing yours. “You already have me.”

“No,” you whined, bucking your hips to take him at a deeper angle. The both of you hissed out curses, the sloppy sounds of your pussy taking his dick growing louder and fervent. “No, I want you. A-all of you.”

The pricking in his ears turned into a roaring. Shuji couldn’t make out a maths equation for his life, but he was pretty sure he counted every cadence of desire in your tone which led him to one singular conclusion: you were begging to be bred.

A smile of pure triumph spread across his face, hidden in your hair. “Yeah?” he struggled to keep his voice from shaking in excitement. “But, you already have me, doll. What more could you want?” 

He meant to tease you; to goad you further until you broke and bent just for him.

Shuji needed to hear those words leaving your lips, all for the sake of his bruised ego.

“I… I need you.” Your soft bleat went straight to his heart. God, he was so fucking in love with you; no one could change that fact. Come hell or high water, Shuji was all fucking yours till the end. 

He kissed your temple, soft and unhurried with his thrusts. “Where do you need me, baby?”

Close. He was so close to breaking you.

You groaned, the sound filled with lust and frustration—a little bit of your insanity leaking through. “Shuji!” 

If your whine was meant to scare him into acting, all it did was make his bastard grin grow wider. Hanma kissed down your neck, placating your impatience with the sweet temptation of his lips. You tensed in his arms, ready to slip down the freefall. But, his hesitation was keeping you from fulfilling your high.

One minute turned into two. The inner restraint you harboured fraying at the edges, like a glass dome showing cracks in the middle. Rocked by an earthquake, your resolve was fracturing bit by bit. Shiny shards slipped down your cheeks when the axis tilted and spun but never broke you—and so, you decided to take a sledgehammer to your own stubbornness and shatter those walls.

“Inside!” Your cry could’ve woken up the neighbours if Shuji hadn’t smartly made his entire office soundproof. “I want you—ngh—inside!” 

Your husband didn’t waste a single second. Grabbing you by the plush fat of your thighs, he nudged you up in one swift move, spreading you across his wide, oak desk. Shuji’s snarl would’ve been terrifying if you weren’t so relieved to feel him going deeper, throwing your legs over his shoulders to touch that spot inside that always made you melt for him.

His face was between your breasts, peppering the jiggling flesh with soft kisses and sharp nips which made you squeal. Shuji used every bit of his strength to push his hips forward, over and over again until you saw stars in the back of your eyelids—your orgasm threatening to explode like the formation of a new universe.

You welcomed the implosion with open arms, your lips on his; the desk rattling and eventually groaning as the full effects of your passions ricocheted around the room. 

Shuji’s gritted cry of your name, and your delirious moan melted into a sloppy meeting of tongues and teeth, his warmth filling you up, right where he belonged in the deep embrace of your body. 

You held him close to your thrumming heart, feeling him soften and relax in your hold. 

For a long minute, neither of you spoke—Shuji was afraid to look up in case he crossed a line, and you were dazed, trying to recover from your earth-shattering release.

He felt your fingers scratching his scalp, and that little move was enough for him to summon a shred of courage to look you in the eye. Your smile was soft, if a little hazy, those pretty eyes latched onto him with a woozy affection. 

“Are you okay?” Shuji gripped your hand tightly in his, hoping he hadn’t scared you away again. 

But, you shook your head, beaming angelically at him. “I’m fine, Shu.”

His nickname and your relaxed countenance made some of the fears stop dancing in his mind. He heaved a sigh of relief, pressing his forehead to your neck and inhaling your sweet scent lightly.

How could you have ever denied your husband what he wanted whenever he looked at you with such pure love in his eyes?

Every fibre of his body echoed an affection which remained steadfast and sure—you were positive if it resulted in more love to bring into this household, you would welcome those blessings with open arms.

“What changed your mind?” 

You hummed, relaxing further into the unyielding wood, safe and sound in his embrace. 

“You.” 

Shuji furrowed his brow, glancing up into your serene expression. “Huh?” 

Your laughter was pure and unaffected. “I want only you, Shuji. How could I say ‘no’ to more babies if it means we have more proof of our love? We always wanted to build a big family, and I want to do that with you.” 

Unexpectedly, he felt a lump grow in his throat. “Doll, you don’t have to do this for me. It’s your body—”

You shushed his complaints, giving him a look. “I want this,” you emphasised. “I want this with you—forever. So, you better make sure we have enough money to send the kids to college, Shuji… because we’ll be paying tuition fees for a long time.”

His answering giggle made more sticky sweet love bloom in your soul. “You got it, doll. I’ll work my ass off for you. Break more rules for ya. Up the drug prices to squeeze everyone dry till our babies are big enough. I love you.” 

And you knew Shuji would keep his word—he was a man of integrity as much as he was rotten on the inside. A man of trust and fulfilment only for you. 

Just then, the baby monitor he kept in his desk crackled, and Shunki cried out for his nightly feed.

Both you and Shuji lurched into action, slipping on your clothes in record speed. Your baby boy’s cries even catalysed Shuji into sprinting down the hallways, and he was there first thanks to his longer legs, cradling his son close to his chest while you caught up. 

“Give him here,” you hummed, taking the wailing bundle from Shuji and slipping down your nightgown to press one plump nipple past his tiny lips. 

Shuji watched you feed his son with pure love in his eyes, leaning back against the old, chipped yellow crib with arms loosely perched on his side. Absorbing this scene and imprinting it onto his brain as the idea of his perfect version of heaven.

If fate would allow it, he wanted a moment like this with you for forever. 

Nevermind his dangerous occupation or the nature of his lifestyle. You, Shunki, Shusei and Shiori were the only specks of light in his otherwise fucked up world. Hanma would fight tooth and nail to keep every one of you safe, and he would put every dream of his own on hold just to see his little family happy.

As soon as that thought arose, the door to the nursery swung open, and Shiori crept in, curious by her two parents who were still awake. Hanma lifted her into his arms, cooing softly at his sleepy, baby girl. Shusei, too, ignored your rule for sleeping early on school nights to peek into Shunki’s room. His father called him over, and Shuji easily lifted his other baby boy into the seam of his side, cradling them both while you fed your youngest.

All three of them were piled onto the soft couch you often sat on as you pumped more milk for Shunki, and Shuji was drowsily recounting a story for his other two children.

“... the elephant then said to the fairy: I want to be a cat today, and the fairy—” 

You sat down next to him, Shunki still in your arms, and admired how both your children looked at their father with honest admiration and adoration in their twin golden eyes. 

Shusei, who was following the story with rapt attention, smirked at his sister.

“I told you the elephant became a cat but you didn’t believe me.” 

In answer, Shiori stuck out her tongue. “No!” 

They were both about to bicker when Shuji stopped them with one large palm on each of their tinier heads. “Kids, let’s not start to fight, yeah? You’ll wake your baby brother up.”

All three golden eyes latched onto the sleeping infant in your arms, and you smiled at them. “Your tou-chan’s right. Shunki is really grumpy at night when he doesn’t sleep well.” Levelling them a look, you had to play the stern parent when you realised Shuji wasn’t going to say a word about how they both were up past their bedtime.

“Speaking of, aren’t you two supposed to be asleep?” 

Cheekily, Shusei shook his head. “Can’t sleep, mama. Wanna see Shunki again.”

Like the adoring big brother he was, your oldest son clambered towards you, his head on your shoulder as he stared intently at his baby brother. Shiori, too, was curious and Shuji let her go, carefully helping her down the sofa so she could rest her head on your knee. Carefully, you untucked one arm to pat her messy bedhead, fondly smiling down at your daughter. 

Shunki gurgled and burped in his sleep, eliciting giggles from all four of you. 

“He’s like a doll,” Shusei murmured.

“A doll,” Shiori echoed, always following her brother’s lead. 

“Yeah,” Shuji leaned forward, taking a spare moment out of his busy day to have this time with his family. “The cutest doll. Makes you want to have another sibling, huh?” 

Shusei groused, “Mama just gave birth.”

Shiori giggled. “More, more.” 

Hanma smiled at his daughter’s excitement, knowing his middle child was the most excited for a baby sister so she wouldn’t be the only girl in the line-up.

“We’ll get you both another sister.”

Again, you were scandalised by Shuji’s blatant promise to the kids, like he did a year ago before Shunki’s conception. He was filling the children with hope, cornering your decision so you couldn’t change your mind, not when they were already this invested. 

What a scheming, cunning asshole.

“Maybe we can all ask papa to take us to Disney World when Shunki is a little older—would you want that? And your new sister can join, too. We’ll make papa carry all the bags.”

Your quick plan was met with pure excitement from both of your children, and Shunki nearly roused awake if you hadn’t clamped one hand around his ear to block out their hushed squeals.

“Disney World!” 

“Didney World!” 

Shuji winced, and you knew you were triumphant when he conceded letting his children clamber back into his lap, pawing at his clothes and face as they excitedly enthused about a trip which hadn't even happened yet.

As your husband shot you a look of exasperation, all you did was grin cheekily back at him, your baby still miraculously asleep in your arms.

All was perfect in the Hanmas’ house and your life.

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Bullies

Kisaki x reader

Content: you have a child (d/n - daughter), name calling, bullies, blackmail

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"Thanks baby, d/n should be home soon," Kisaki said while you poured him some tea. You smiled and pecked his lips gently. He signaled you to sit on his lap and you did. Kisaki wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and d/n burst into the room sobbing on the floor. You quickly got off his lap and hugged your daughter. Kisaki stood up and a concerned look quickly took over his face. "D/n, what's wrong? Are you okay?" you ask.

She could barely form any words from the tears pouring down her cheeks. He squated on the floor with you and stroked d/n's hair. He noticed a bruise on your thigh and arm. "Who did this to you, darling? I want a name right now!" he yelled. "Tetta!" You whispered angrily.

"I-it's one of the g-girls in school." D/n stutters, "She p-pushed me in her locker." Your eyes widened, "Darling, let me see your face." Kisaki said as he took her chin softly, checking for any scars or more bruises. And a large scar presented itself.

"Is school still on, D/n?" You asked gently, putting hair behind her ear when you saw her hair wasn't the same length. "Darling, did someone cut your hair?" You hissed angrily. "Y-yeah," she whimpered softly, not crying anymore. "School is still open for an hour."

"Let's get in the car, we have some stuff to do." kisaki said, you held D/n's arm and got in the car while he started the engine. When you all arrived to the school, kisaki got out of the car and opened the door for both of you. You led D/n to her father while you followed behind her.

People made way for your family as you darted to the office. Kisaki slammed open the door and yelled, "I WANT TO SEE THE PRINCIPAL, NOW!" The office clerk quickly called for the principal as she was being watched by your husband's cold eyes.

He burst the door open, "Sir, what a surprise! How good to see-" he was quickly cut off. "Cut the crap! Do you have security cameras?" He yelled. "U-uhm, yes, I do," the headmaster replied, shaking. "Can you check the security footage in, D/n, which corridor?" You ask.

"Corridor 3, between 1:30 to 1:40 pm," she replied. He did as told and watched the footage along with your family.

FOOTAGE

"Veronica, p-please. No!" D/n pleaded. Some girls cornered her and one of them came close to her. "D/n, you sit on my chair, I MAKE YOU SIT ON YOURS!" She shouted, pushing D/n into her locker and slamming the door. They all cackled loudly and locked it.

"I'll let you out at the end of the school day, no earlier." She giggled devilishly. "Mrs. Dilly! What do you think you're doing?" A teacher yelled. "I'm just putting my stuff into the locker, Ms Davis! Give me a break." She said. "I've got my eye on you," Ms Davis replied.

FOOTAGE ENDS

"U-uhm, I'm so sorry D/n. I'll call her to the office now." He apologized. "Veronica Dilly, to the office. Veronica Dilly, to the office, NOW!" The principal said into the loud speaker and almost immediately she entered through the door.

"What do you want, daddy? I was-" she looked from her phone and was stunned to see Kisaki and you. "You need to apologize, right NOW!" He yelled. "Okay, I'm sorry." Veronica said insincerely. "No, not me.To her!" He yelled angrily. "I'm sorry, D/N!" Veronica apologized.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked D/n. She looked at you and Kisaki as you both give her a nod. "A month and 1/2," D/n said. The headmaster quickly became furious and started yelling at his daughter. "B-but daddy!" She cried.

"NO! I DON'T WANT ANYMORE EXCUSES! YOU'RE SUSPENDED FOR 3 MONTHS AND NO PHONES, LAPTOPS AND TV FOR 2 WEEKS! GIVE ME YOUR PHONE!" He grabbed he phone and put it in his drawer

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Tetta. I assure you this won't happen again." The principal apologized as you all walked out.

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masterlist

don’t call it a fight when you know it’s a war

Pairing: Toman Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader / minor Kisaki x Reader  Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, blood, violence, death, guns, sex work, “infidelity”, Reader is as off the rails as Hanma  Length: 5+ chapters 

#TheCityAU 

Your life ended the day you were sold to Toman. Your life as the eldest daughter of a Yakuza Legend ended, but you lived on, as the forgotten property of Kisaki Tetta. Forgotten, abandoned, until Hanma Shuji stumbled, bloody, beaten, and laughing, into your boring world.

chapter one: an encounter

chapter two: talk!

chapter three: woman

chapter four: sex

chapter five: haunt//bed

chapter six: undo

chapter seven: robbers

chapter eight: fallingforyou

chapter nine: heart out

chapter ten: settle down

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HEAD CANNONS

{BONTEN X CEO'S DAUGHTER}

{OUT OF PLACE HEAD CANNONS*BONTEN WHEN THEY SEE YOU UPSET}

{When Bonten has a crush on you}

SERIES

MIND GAMES

ARRANGE MARRIAGE

MIKEY SANZU KAKUCHOU KOKONOI

RAN RINDOU TAKEOMI

KANJI *Decide to write his but kept it personal.

ONESHOTS

If Only You Were A Different Person

{Kanji Mochizuki * Naoto Tachibana}

We Fell Out Of Love

{Kakuchou Hitto * Takashi Mitsuya}

For Your Smile

{Imaushi Wakasa}

Post Apocalyptic World

{Taiju Shiba}

At Last

{Taiju Shiba}

Fragments

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Skeletons

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Brother

{Shion Madarame}

Letting him go.

{Taiju Shiba}

As the world caves in

{Mikey}

Black Swan

{Inui Seishu}

The blame is on you pal.

{South}

HOOKED

{RAN HAITANI}

HIM & I

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UGLY PRIVILEGE

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UM? No.

{Taiju Shiba x Assistant}

THAT'S WRONG DUMBASS

{South Terano X Gang Leader}

WE HAD IT ALL

{KANJI MOCHIZUKI X EX-GIRLFRIEND}

OPEN YOUR EYES

{Reader X Comfort Character}

OLDER MEN ARE TASTIER

{Takeomi Akashi}

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

{MIKEY VS TAKEMITCHI'S SISTER}

TUMBLED

{Rindou X Ex wife}

HOW I CONFESSED TO YOUR MOTHER

{KAZUTORA X CHILDHOOD FRIEND}

CHASING THE GAMBLER

{Kokonoi Hajime X Gambler}

DUELES TAN BIEN :You Hurt Me So Good

{South Terano}

PRODIGIES

{Kisaki Tetta}

¥DISCUSSIONS*THOUGHTS*SPOILERS*LEAKS¥ 260 bruh 259 259 Benkei's bitch ass 258 Taiju

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255

252 GAY POWER

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250

249

248

248 Leaks

247 1 2 3 4

247 leaks

246 Leaks * Crack

245 SPOILER

244 THOUGHTS

244 SPOILER & THOUGHTS 2

243 THOUGHTS 2 3 4

243 SPOILER

241 THOUGHT242 SPOILER & THOUGHTS

241 LEAKS

WHAAAAAAAAT?! RANDOM THINGS.

Tokyo Rev Goodies

Sanzu vs Patrick

Tr Cover Volume 28

Tr bois

Sanzu Stop

TVD X TR

Savior Taiju

KOKO’S TONGUE

Songs Daddies Owns

RAN X TAKACHAN

Takemitchi X Mikey

RAN&RIN COLORED

COLORED HARU

MOCHI BUT JARED LETO'S JOKER

DOUBLE M

I'M F UP

CHIFUYU & MOCHI'S ARE BFF GOALS

MIKEY X RICK'S TOILET POOPER

PRETTY BOY MOCHI COLORED

TOO YOUNG FOR THIS

SHIBA BROTHERS

TAKEOMI X MARVEL

WHAT IF MOCHI......

CRACK

My baby boo 💕

SIBLINGS?

TOKYOREV NONSENSE

FALLING IN LOVE

TOKYO REV CRACK (SANZU)

TOKYO REV CHARACTERS’ EVOLUTION

OG’S

SUPER-BOWL

EVOLUTION OF RINDOU

TOKYO REV CRACK (KISAKI SLANDER)

HAKKAI & TAIJU GOODIES

Taiju vs Koko’Inupi

[mothwingwritings]

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LAST UPDATED 5/21/24

My fics/drabbles/headcanons typically get tagged with #mothwingswritings. Responses to asks generally are tagged #mothresponse

JoJos Bizarre Adventure: 

~FICS~

Treasured Friend- Fem!readerxJospeh Joestar (yandere)

Halcyon Days Pt.1- Fem!readerxJosuke Higashikata (yandere) PART TWO

Save The Date- Fem! readerxJean Pierre Polnareff

~Asks/Scenarios~

J Yandere Alphabet Jotaro

Baki The Grappler:

~FICS/HEADCANONS~

✦✧✦✧The Stepcest Hanma Daughter Chronicles✦✧✦✧

Full Fics:

In The Dead Of Night- Fem!readerxYujiro Hanma

Special Treatment- Fem!readerXYujiro Hanma

Interlude- Fem!readerXYujiro Hanma

Paradise- Fem!readerxYujiro Hanma

Asks/Side Stories:

Hanma Family Yandere Stepcest Blurb

Musashi With A Crush On Yujiro’s Step Daughter

Pickle Takes An Interest In The Hanma Stepsister/Daughter

Naive Hanma Daughter Used Inappropriately

Muhammad Ali Jr. Getting Flirty With Hanma Sibling/Daughter

Yujiro Forcing His Step Daughters Hand In Marriage

Hanma Step Sister/Daughter With Luffy Like Abilities

Yujiro Stepdaughter Kissing

Breeding Kink W/Pregnant Reader

Yuichiro Enters The Scene

✦✧✦✧Yujiro Hanma✦✧✦✧

In The Dead Of Night- Fem!readerxYujiro Hanma

Special Treatment- Fem!readerXYujiro Hanma

Interlude- Fem!readerXYujiro Hanma

Paradise- Fem!readerxYujiro Hanma

G, O, A, K and H Yandere Alphabet

ABO Alpha Yujiro

✦✧✦✧Kaoru Hanayama✦✧✦✧

There’s Honey On The Moon Tonight- Fem!reader X Kaoru Hanayama (Yandere)

H and T Yandere Alphabet

Sanctuary-Fem!reader X Kaoru Hanayama

✦✧✦✧Baki Hanma✦✧✦✧

R and Y Yandere Alphabet

✦✧✦✧Katsumi Orochi✦✧✦✧

When The Smoke Clears- Fem!Reader X Katsumi Orochi

A and D Yandere Alphabet

Family Man-Fem!ReaderXYandere Katsumi Orochi

✦✧✦✧Biscuit Olivia✦✧✦✧

Biscuit Romance Headcanons

✦✧✦✧Jun Guevara✦✧✦✧

Jun Guevara Romance Headcanons

Shy/weak F!Reader X Doyle and Guevara

✦✧✦✧Jack Hanma✦✧✦✧

The Only One For Me- Fem!readerxJack Hanma (yandere)

F Yandere Alphabet

H and J Yandere Alphabet

Basic Maintenance-F!ReaderXJack Hanma

✦✧✦✧Motobe Izou✦✧✦✧ 

Kiss the Pain Away-Fem!readerXMotobe Izou

✦✧✦✧Pickle✦✧✦✧

C and F Yandere Alphabet

✦✧✦✧Hector Doyle✦✧✦✧

C and D Yandere Alphabet

Shy/weak F!Reader X Doyle and Guevara

✦✧✦✧Multiple✦✧✦✧

Three’s A Crowd- Retsu Kaioh x Fem!reader x Katsumi Orochi

~SCENARIOS/ASKS~

Valentine’s Scenarios

Christmas Traditions Scenarios

Shy/weak F!Reader X Doyle and Guevara

Musashi With A Crush On Yujiro’s Step Daughter

Pickle Takes An Interest In The Hanma Stepsister/Daughter

Why The Baki Men Love You

Naive Hanma Daughter Used Inappropriately

Muhammad Ali Jr. Getting Flirty With Hanma Sibling/Daughter

Yujiro Forcing His Step Daughters Hand In Marriage

Hanma Step Sister/Daughter With Luffy Like Abilities

Yujiro Stepdaughter Kissing

ABO Alpha Yujiro

Misc Baki character reacting to reader faking an orgasm

Misc Baki men reacting to daredevil reader

Baki Height Difference

Breeding Kink W/Pregnant Reader (Stepcest)

Jack with aphrodisiac saliva

Doppo, Shibukawa, Motobe, Biscuit, And Yujiro As Your Sugar Daddy

Yuichiro Enters The Scene (stepcest)

What Picture Of You The Baki Men Choose As Their Phone Background, Pt. 1

~BLURBS/MISC~

Hanma Family Yandere Stepcest Blurb

Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh:

🔪Strade🔪

Frohe Weihnachten-Fem!readerXStrade

Green-Fem!ReaderXStrade

🦊Ren Hana/Fox🦊

Release-Fem!readerXRen Hana

The Innocent Act Of Dredging Up The Past-Fem!ReaderXRen Hana

Ren Hana As A Father

🩸Multiple🩸

Valentine’s Day Gift Headcanons

Sleeping Headcanons

Tokyo Revengers:

~Fics~

✦✧✦✧Kisaki Tetta✦✧✦✧

Thankful- Fem!readerxKisaki Tetta

✦✧✦✧Taiju Shiba✦✧✦✧

There’s Just No One Like You- Fem!readerXTaiju Shiba (yandere) PART TWO PART THREE

Y and B Yandere Alphabet

From the Heart-Fem!readerXTaiju Shiba

✦✧✦✧Chifuyu Matsuno✦✧✦✧

E and Y Yandere Alphabet

~Blurbs~

Taiju Shopping

Bouncer:

~SCENARIOS/ASKS/HEADCANONS~

Tokyo Fist Relationship/Dating Headcanons (with Fem! reader)

Final Fantasy XIV:

~FICS~

Taming Of Beasts- Fem!Reader X Zenos Yae Galvus

Dreaming Of Worlds End-WOL ReaderXZenos Yae Galvus

~HEADCANONS~

Jealous G’raha and Aymeric

Honkai Star Rail:

Apologies-Fem!ReaderXYandere Welt Yang

Guilty Gear:

~FICS~

Those Who Dream Of Heaven- Fem!readerxLeo Whitefang

[winterbear142]

First ever oneshot story sorry if it's not good enough for all of you

Title:I wanna be free

Draken x reader

Love at first sight do you even believe on that me?yes cause I experience it the first time I ever laid my eyes on that girl,the girl who made my heart beat faster than expected whenever she talk to me or smile at me I can't help but blush at this hiding it is a hard thing

But saying it before it's too late is the thing I will never expect to experience the girl I love y/n l/n I thought it's just a small crush since many people had a crush on her seeing her smile and laugh make me even fall for her even more

It's hard to hide this one-sided feelings since I never knew if she had the same feelings like mine were friends but I want more than that

"hey Ken wanna hang out I want to go on this arcade and get that cute teddy bear!!"she said while looking at me I smile at how cute she is pinching her cheeks while she just pout made me chuckle

"sure now come on don't wanna let someone else get that teddy bear!"I said while holding her hands dragging her out of the school I help her sit on my bike while I drive away her hands was on my waist

"y/n what if someone confess to you what will you say?"I asked her while still focusing on the road she look at me

"I don't know I never received a confession so it's knew to me"she said while looking around I just hummed at her answer satisfied to hear that no one dare to confess at her since I still have chance on her

"hey Ken how emma I thought that the two of you went to the festival 5 weeks ago"she said while I pretend to not hear that continue to drive on the destination

My relationship with emma was nothing I treat her just like my little sister since I already set my eyes on y/n

It's fun I always let her braid my hair whenever she see my hair not being braid properly I always let her since she good at braiding more than me

But now never than my life that I will see her beautiful face that is now pale her cold body that is now covered in white blanket I stared blankly on it not processing any things

Just a while ago the two of you went to the arcade he thought that tomorrow will just be another day,another day he can see you again a day where he will had a courage to confess to you

Now seeing you lying there with blood still in your head he heard a news of you getting into an accident it's not just an accident someone plan it

Kisaki tetta the one who killed my y/n my urged to kill him increase hearing he already plan all of this wanting to rip his head off but I snap back to reality once I feel someone hugging from behind

It's was emma she hugging me while tears falling from her eyes she can't believe this too the girl she treated like a sister was now dead

Manjiro Sano sat on the chair while his head was leaning on the wall you can see that he hurting right now since one of his favorite and friend die on his back

Hearing her last words want to make him cry more but no tears are falling from his eyes why??

What a love story isn't it I never even confess my love from her on her funeral I let my braid down as I held an expressionless emotions tired from crying all day and night mikey was same too

As I kneel infront of you parents I can see it too the only daughter they had was now gone but what curious me more was they never held a grudge on me even though I promise to protect you they never yell at me instead comfort me

I bow down at your parents head was clearly on the floor

"I love y/n,I'm sorry I can't even protect her like I promise"I said while your parents just smile at her reassuring me that it's not my fault

2 years had passed since your death I own a shop now with inui I wonder how are you up there right now have you met baji there

I still remember your last words that Everytime I remember that it's always made me tear up

But why?

Why?now?

Why am I lying here on the ground with blood pouring out my body

Ah,that right I got shot by saving takemichi

It's alright as long as I can see her again as long as I can hold her again

"my beautiful angel,I'm on my way y/n"I said with a smile on my face as I let the darkness consume me

Opening my eyes I see a very beautiful place full of many flowers I heard a giggle as I look to see a girl wearing a beautiful dress this made me tear up when she suddenly look to me with wide eyes running to her while she run to me too

We hug each other while I continue to sob on her shoulder

"are you ready draken?"she said holding my hands with a smile plastered on her face I tightened my hold on her afraid she will slip away again I smile and nod while saying the words I always want to say

'i love you y/n'

'i love you too draken'

[kenryugujisdragon]

Tokyo Revengers List

Title: Wild Flowers

Parings: Keisuke Baji x OC (ish?)

Summary: Knowing him since childhood Machi's never really spoken to Keisuke. Making sure to keep her distance from him and his friends due to their bad behavior, deep down she couldn't help but be curious. She thought keeping to herself and staying away from him with be easy. Until one day Keisuke came to her rescue and stopping the school bullies from bothering her. Ever since that day, Keisuke appointed himself as her "Bodyguard." Which he stuck by all the way up till she made it to University.

A/N: Hello! Just wanted to clear some things up before I start writing this fic. I am simply using Machi's name and face to describe the reader (OC? In a sense? I don't know.) There will be no cross over between Fruits Basket or mentions of it at all. :)

P.S. All Characters mentioned are aged up.

Title: Another Love

Parings: Ryuguji Ken (Draken) x OC

Summary: When Illyria's long term relationship with Kisaki Tetta starts to become strained by his sudden change in behavior towards her. She finds herself on the doorstep to cousins shared apartment after an argument breaks out between Kisaki and her, to only be greeted by one of his roommates Draken. Things take a turn after that night, never really spending time alone with the Vice Commander of Toman. Illyria discovers her own hidden feelings towards Draken.

A/N: Again, the female character is only meant to describe her and has no mentions or cross overs to the show she is from.

P.S. All characters mentioned in this fic are aged up!

Title: Undercover

Parings: Manjiro Sano x OC

Summary: Being the daughter of one of the bigger Tokyo Gang Leaders, Azarhria Emiya never expected that he would send her out to infiltrate the infamous and ever growing Toman gang. Her orders? Get close to Manjiro Sano and destroy him and the gang from the inside.

A/N: This one may be a little bit of a cross over between Kakegurui and Tokyo Revengers. I haven't fully decided yet, but if I do end up going so the school will be made into a University rather than what it is in the anime (I will probably only use the school system.) It wont follow any of the story line from Kakegurui but some characters might be mentioned? We will see as I continue to write this one! :)

P.S. All characters are aged up!

[alessabriel]

Hi, can I mame an Tokyo Revengers request? I hace this idea on my mine for so long... like Kisaki and Hinata get married and have a girl which is reader-chan and so reader-chan is 19 years old and she is in love with her uncle Naoto and she wants to be a detective like her uncle so Naoto just gives her some private classes like how to use a gun so Naoto teaches her how to and how to position to shoot so there a slight sexual tension between them and like reader-chan always train with him every day and she just falls harder for Naoto till one day she asks him to go to prom with her and since Naoto can't say no to anything her niece says he goes with her to prom and dances with her then one of reader's best friends drunken spills out reader's secret crush on Naoto and reader just like froze and feeling shame overtake her runs away and Naoto goes after her and found her sitting on a bench crying and feeling awkward she felt and Naoto sits next to her and tries to comfort her but end up making everything more awkward then when reader is about to go away knowing her uncle won't love her back, Naoto pulls her to him and kissed her saying he loves her too then they both have sex and hours later Naoto takes reader home and then Hinata asked them why do they look so disheveled and like they were running an marathon Naoto and reader just looked at each other nervously before Naoto says that they did a little running with double meaning and reader just kicks him lightly and then Kisaki starts to get suspicious about them and the rest I leave it up to you

I am very happy to have a request and late, although I feel that in the end it was simply very random, idk. I hope you like it and if not also tell me without any problem

c:

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Of temptations and fantasies... come true – Naoto Tachibana x NieceReaderKisaki!

The account of the life of the Kisaki couple who were happily married was wonderfully complemented by a precious newborn. Truth be told, they both went through a lot of conflicts and problems during the early years of their marriage but they both worked hard to do better for each other. Kisaki Tetta and Hinata Tachibana, sooner rather than later figured as the example to follow in their circle of friends as the couple most in love, only Tetta could put stars in Hinata's eyes and only Hinata managed to get some visible emotion out of Tetta.

They were meant for each other, they learned it over time and from that point on they could only fall more in love with each other every day.

Knowing that about marriage, no one was taken by surprise when the news of a pregnancy came out and they could be seen more than content and happy, they were the happiest couple that their acquaintances and friends could see.

It was an enlightening, new stage that united the Kisaki couple too much.

━━━━━━ ꒦꒷♡꒷꒦ ━━━━━━

Hinata adored her new stage as a mother, her baby was simply the most precious baby that could exist and her heart melted every day to see how her husband lived with, in her husband's words, "the most beautiful princess in the universe" in such a way tender and fatherly. He could glimpse how Tetta strove for her daughter, and for her, how even when he came home exhausted from her work he still cared for her sweet angel of hers and talked long and hard with her. Before, he considered it impossible to fall in love with someone every day, but Tetta achieved the impossible and even did so years after their courtship began, which culminated in a happy family.

She had never imagined having a family to love unconditionally but Tetta had been the one for her and he was perfect, not for other people but for her and her precious baby he was the perfect husband and father.

Her life over the years became peaceful and comfortable, she could not help but smile proudly when she saw the photo that was above the fireplace every time she entered the house (she can still clearly remember in her teenage courtship years when she was not Tetta's girlfriend having told him a detail of one of his dreams, and said dream was of having a house with a fireplace because he imagined himself in front of it with the family he would choose and he still remembers the response of his friend at that time "whoever I loved you, I hope you what you want so much Hinata', he had said it so matter-of-factly without even looking her in the eye because he continued outlining the homework maps for both of them because she would fill them with color because he wasn't good at it) a photo of their house where they came out everyone in your family; she sitting on the porch of a rustic cabin where her husband was next to her sitting one step below with their sweet baby girl in her arms and both smiling at the camera leaning on the front of the dark green off-road jeep. That had been the most disastrous but perfect vacation that she could remember she had had as a family, and if they had had vacations in luxury hotels, even though it seemed to her and her daughter sometimes something very expensive and always receiving the same response;

“My family will always have the best”

It was endearing how Tetta made an effort for both of them and she also placed herself on her part, as a teacher and right hand of her husband in her company. They both wanted to give her a comfortable, comfortable, warm life with everything her daughter needed from unconditional love to her basic needs. Never forgetting to make her feel loved, part of her family and that she had people to trust her, hers two parents of hers who would adore her with her soul but she would have the sense when necessary. None wanted to repeat their parenting patterns, because although they were not the same, they had the characteristic in common that they never felt completely confident or safe at home.

It was a promise when they heard the first beats of her daughter's heart.

A promise they kept out of love, not commitment. And Hinata could only record in her memory memories of her family, from the mundane ones where her husband fell asleep with his sweet angel on top of him sleeping, both so disheveled as a result of the total cleaning of the house and still perceiving the aroma of food. landlady dancing in the air to where they went out to dinner like every month well dressed at a restaurant where they knew their daughter would make faces at such small food only to smile big when she saw her favorite burger with all the accompaniments her stomach wanted.

Simply put, her life was what she never managed to dream awake or asleep, and who least expected it gave it to her with open arms and a warm heart.

And at that tiny moment, at that moment when she saw her husband still wearing his pajamas and frowning (because he always forgot his glasses in the mornings when he had nothing to do) carry her daughter with one arm while they both cooked , both silently admiring as the bacon sizzled in the skillet over medium heat and their daughter; [Name] in her hand holding the spatula just the same in pajamas with the same frown. Hinata crept closer before surprising them both by hugging them before kissing Tetta sweetly on her cheek and her sweet daughter on her little nose.

"I love you more every day my loves"

And if Hinata hadn't fallen more in love with her family, when she saw them smile it was the signature of her life sentence.

━━━━━━ ꒦꒷♡꒷꒦ ━━━━━━

Kisaki Tetta never imagined himself a father, but now as he kept his daughter company after picking her up from school at the supermarket, looking for the shopping list for her birthday and at the same time for her uncle's welcome, watching how he spoke to her without Neither fear nor fear (as he remembered his parents) warmed his heart in a way that success in any of his goals gave him and he felt complete, comfortable.

"Dad, what's this guy's name again?" questioned the young woman, stopping before closing her black pen with an engraving of their respective initials and cherry blossoms on the black surface of the pen, a gift from her father in the form of a joke but that I love along with her digital tablet " I don't remember it at all and that sucks."

Tetta just smiled amused and reached from the shelf for the package of spices that her daughter was pointing at with her finger with perfectly made nails in a color that she remembers buying from you on one of her trips that was her favorite before throwing it into the shopping cart. He could only smile imperceptibly thinking that at his daughter's sixteen years he really thought outside the 'norm' according to your age, the same one that he had memories of listening to you complain at length with his circle of friends, all according to his wife as 'elders' but she was a part of all of them and her daughter.

"His name is Naoto Tachibana and he is your uncle on your mother's behalf" he answered pushing the cart with the figure of his daughter advancing next to him reading the small notebook in his hands analyzing the shopping list that his mother had given him before going to school so that when you left they could go shopping together, because in his wife's own words he didn't know how to shop. Tetta did not feel offended at all, he knew how to cook wonderfully but making specific purchases was a problem because according to his logic the more expensive was better when, sometimes it was not like that and he was not willing to make his mother go buy something again annoying "If I remember correctly, he had to complete a few years working in another region as a police officer before being in his current position"

[Name] just hummed in response not caring much about this specific guy's life, not when he saw her mom being disappointed in her when she always canceled on her birthdays, vacations and/or special occasions. It was only clearly interesting because he was in the branch that he wanted to take and study, just that and nothing more.

"It doesn't take away from the fact that it's still annoying, we won't go to dinner like we always do because of him" the young Kisaki muttered slightly indignant just as she caught the freshest vegetables in her hands and deposited them in the shopping cart, which suddenly little was filling up "Mom had already chosen our outfits to combine and go to dinner, it's certainly something unfair, don't you think so dad?"

The older Kisaki just sighed, he certainly felt annoyed about it because his reservation was given to his friend; Hanma Shuji and his wife, it was better than him being wasted. But Hinata was glad to finally be able to see him again, and it was what mattered more she would not lie to her daughter hiding her opinions or thoughts from her. She wanted to form a strong person who would not keep her opinions for the good of others, even hiding them from loved ones, and she had to lead by example.

"I would say that it is more annoying than unfair, those reservations although I can get them back is not the same and your mother is happy with this visit"

"It doesn't take away the annoying thing about this matter, dad"

“I know daughter, but you can ask him about the police academy and the process to go up in it, don't you think? She can even give you gun handling lessons later on.”

With annoyance [Name] I just say before putting the list in his pants pocket and going for the last one, it would be a new night but definitely not a good one.

The good thing in [Name]'s eyes was that her mom would cook and she cooked deliciously.

(…)

The day went by as normal except [Name] found herself stuck in the kitchen helping her mother cook her uncle's, father's, mother's and her favorites. But it was nice, everyone in the family cooked and spent time together. To then go to her room just two hours after her uncle got home and even though it was annoying, she just ruled it out since it was just someone who only heard stories about her mother and a certain lack of interest on the part of her father. So the little she knew about her left her completely adrift, and certainly disinterested in her simple existence, so once she was ready, she left her room making sure to leave her pajamas ready. Crossing the corridor with light steps with a better spirit, he greeted her parents who she saw through the double doors of her room from one side to the other looking for clothes or selecting objects from the dresser and both answered the greeting with a slightly tired smile.

Time passed very slowly that the firstborn of the Kisaki-Tachibana couple did not notice since she was extremely concentrated with her calligraphy practice on the special leaves.

Such was the abstraction of the young woman that she lost herself in the practice of it; slowly sliding the brush firmly and carefully over the special sheet, to the point that when I hear the bell ring I jump into place violently throwing black ink on the sheet and on her face, at the same time that I hear her father's request to open the door but not before seeing who it was. With a sigh and trying to relax, he stood up, tearing the pages from the special notebook, splashing more ink in the process, but he went to open it anyway, but not before standing on tiptoe to look through the peephole, catching the sight of a tall man in a suit and hair. man with a relaxed air standing at the entrance of the house. [Name] really felt confused upon seeing the man, and so she activated the microphone coupled with the doorbell, inhaling in anticipation before speaking firmly but softly.

"Good afternoon, who is it?"

Outside the Kisaki house was Naoto Tachibana who, ignorant of her niece, was waiting patiently for the door to be opened but a soft and firm voice emerged from the microphone, it was an almost hypnotic voice that dazzled her ears in an almost impossible way and it was captivating, but he didn't recognize her. She could remember a voice of such caliber and before she finally answered she caught a glimpse of the door being flung open by her sister; Hinata, behind him, stood a young woman with arms crossed and an innocent but dazzling look of hostility and distrust. But she still managed to look cute even with black spots in certain areas and she tried not to smile, she had a feeling that if she did, the young woman would be furious.

“Naoto! What a joy to see you after such a long time” she exclaimed full of happiness before urging him to enter the house pointing out the pair of slippers completely to be inside the house “We have to catch up, my husband is answering a call. [Name] please take care of him for a few minutes while I come back or your dad comes down”

Naoto observed how you affirmed your mother and perhaps he was guided by something that he really did not know he was feeling but that ran through him, and because she did not move, she only saw him with attentive eyes, but he only took the handkerchief out of his pocket and with He delicately cleaned the tip of the upturned nose of what he supposed was his niece.

"Is it normal for you to have paint stains?" Naoto questioned, amused, gently taking the minor's face, holding her chin between his index fingers and thumb, feeling the smooth and slightly cold skin on his fingertips to clean the paint or ink stains, striving to remove the stains, leaving a perfectly clean complexion “There you are perfect and clean”

With a pout [Name] she just quietly thanked her uncle and left for the kitchen when her father came down from her, feeling self-conscious and slightly embarrassed at the first meeting.

For Naoto, that meeting was extremely pleasant, although Kisaki didn't quite like him, he saw how he adored his niece and sister, so he behaved politely. But meeting her niece was a complete pleasure, learning about her and her hobbies, her tastes, and what he wanted to study.

Was nice.

━━━━━━ ꒦꒷♡꒷꒦ ━━━━━━

After the first meeting, Naoto began to be present in the life of her sister and her family. According to her own words, she had to make up for a lot of lost time with her first and only niece, which in one way or another made [Name] feel special. . So they both started going out together, taking short trips and sharing quality time and the Kisaki couple had time for themselves without neglecting her daughter.

It was a win-win.

[Name] as time went by she saw her uncle a little more deeply, far from the conception of annoyance or hostility, now it was nice to spend time with him, she felt special and unique when she was the center of his attention but she supposed it was to be expected. Everyone would feel special to be the center of someone's attention, right? All of her friends answered yes, that she was normal and her best friend even more so.

And the last nail that closed the coffin of his normality was at his seventeenth birthday party, his celebration was made especially by his uncle that covered a whole week that tied with a business trip of his parents, so it was like a ring to the finger. Clearly her parents didn't forget her birthday but it was a small and warm celebration (which [Name] adored with her soul) that her Uncle Naoto might not be able to attend, which made the young Kisaki completely infuriated with the same bad mood that vanished. in a matter of seconds when he received messages from his uncle explaining that he was preparing his gift and surprise for his birthday enlivened with some photos where [Name] could see his uncle's arms, the same arms that he found himself looking at too much; she could clearly see the veins highlighted in her skin and the lean muscles of her arms, the same arms that she could carry without any problem.

Everything was wonderful.

The gift he received was a complete tour of the police agency that was strangely slightly empty, the same for which only the two of them wandered around the entire place in which the young woman was curious, they asked more than a thousand questions to each person who she saw on her way dazzling those who conversed with her.

Everyone praised what a good guy Agent Tachibana was.

Naoto certainly enjoyed that surprise, just seeing his niece enchanted and fascinated by everything, questioning and being curious almost like a feline that had the prey of her taste imprinted on her eyes. The only thing that he didn't like was how a certain sector of the Agency paid more attention to her sweet niece, admiring her body for more than the necessary time, and that infuriated him. His little niece was someone who was aware of everything but was distracted and fascinated by the talk of someone from the agency's intelligence, so at that moment Naoto, without much mediating his actions, hugged her from behind, surrounding her shoulders with a hug. arm languidly feeling her shudder and the delicate ecstatic whisper.

Nobody suspected anything when more than half of the agents were fired.

That tour only further fueled [Name]'s desire to start in the police force and be like her uncle.

"I want to be like your uncle" the younger one squealed excitedly hugging the older Tachibana once they were in the underground parking lot of the agency "It's so cool and interesting, even the paperwork seems amazing to me"

Naoto could only smile at his niece's happiness, but feeling somewhat disturbed by the softness of her chest and how with those innocent and bright eyes they admired him from below, almost with genuine adoration and how her plump lips caught his attention so much, even more so with that sticky chocolate gloss.

The rest of the surprise was the stay in a five-star hotel on the outskirts in the middle of nature where her parents would meet them.

Little did Naoto know that this week would be her utter undoing.

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"Hold the weapon well" the older Tachibana instructed with a firm voice, standing right behind his niece.

[Name] breathed in and out carefully before steadying her right hand on the butt of the gun and her left hand for support, feeling her uncle's larger and more experienced pair of hands on her waist and hips next to her leg between her own. adjusting his posture.

"Well done my girl" praised the eldest before directing his hands towards his niece's firm grip on the weapon before only positioning them well and strongly inhaling her aroma so kind and sweet for her perfume, I blinked slowly and with a soft whisper spoke then "Now"

And as if that were an order, the minor repeatedly pulled the trigger, hitting every important area on the shooting range dummy, culminating with a shot to the head that earned her a hug from behind.

"You have done it perfectly" and said praise was enlivened with a delicate kiss on the one hundred of the minor.

Just a family member loving his family.

That had been your eighteenth birthday present, a shooting session with your uncle and your dad's gun, the same gun that Naoto blindsided because it had your initials engraved on it, which was just an emblem of what you were. heiress.

And you just slipped under your uncle's skin in a devious way.

━━━━━━ ꒦꒷♡꒷꒦ ━━━━━━

At nineteen [Name] had become, in Naoto's eyes, a simple and plain temptation; a well-formed body due to the arduous training she decided to undergo before entering the academy, coupled with the constant study of the disciplines that were required as a requirement, and she was beginning to show herself as a strong and independent woman.

It was a delight to her sore eyes.

He could still hear his brother-in-law's anger when he witnessed disrespect towards his eldest daughter, which he knew would bring serious consequences and perhaps he used the power he already had in his hands to ignore some other human loss, after all scum like that would only return reality the disgusting things they spit out and benefited the rest.

It was a tacit agreement between the entire corporation of her brother-in-law and hers.

Maybe that's why she was so defensive when she felt her dear niece hang on her arm so beautifully, how her breasts pressed against her arm and she behaved like a sweet bride on an outing. with her partner. Naoto pinched himself every time he thought that, he was inappropriate and taboo. But he couldn't help it she was perfect in her eyes her attractiveness of hers, elegant in the dazzling youthful radiance, playful, flirtatious and overly intelligent, she allowed no disrespect towards her person let alone none vexation of her

She was the woman of his dreams, the same woman who was also his niece.

Naoto had given fundamental importance to each birthday of his niece and spared no expense for her total enjoyment, did he want some craving at midnight? She didn't have to leave the house, he himself sent it to her, she wanted to go shopping for clothes but none of her friends could go with her? Not to mention the departure was scheduled, did she want to feel what it was like to hold a weapon in her pretty hands? He allowed it only if he was guiding his smooth and delicate hands in how to handle a weapon, was his sister limiting him and forbidding certain things? He talked to Hinata without problem manipulating to his liking and way to make her feel comfortable (he knew that his brother-in-law would do the same because as much as they both loved Hinata he had some archaic ideas), he wanted to talk to someone at midnight ? Through her cell phone, her number was always available to you and if he was there in person, he had no problem with going for her and taking him for a ride in the car, did he have any questions that he was embarrassed to ask someone else? He could answer it without fear. And he himself noticed his complete willingness to spend time with him.

"Does this dress suit me Naoto?"

And I loved how his name emerged from your lips, affectionate and flirtatious alike, always playing with him. Naoto really controlled himself well but seeing you in a beautiful dress that accentuated your figure and exposed one of your legs just stunned him in the best possible way.

"Is it a dress for your graduation sweetie?" questioned the older Tachibana adjusting his pants uncomfortably.

While the young Kisaki, with her gaze fixed on the mirror, moved looking for each angle to admire how the dress hugged her figure, observing out of the corner of her eye how Naoto adjusted his position as he sat on the sofa in the large fitting room where they met and at the same time accommodated his pants, were actions that he caught out of the corner of his eye that perhaps communicated to him that it was not just a merely one-sided attraction.

"Yep, I want to see from now to see the price-"

Before the younger one could finish, the older one approaches her with silent steps from behind, covering her smaller figure with his larger body, admiring her reflection and with careful hands adjusting the neckline properly over her breasts. Actions that made the minor blush because she could see the image of her voluptuous chest with rigid and hard nipples that were seen through the fabric thanks to the lack of a bra, all because of Naoto's larger hands that seemed to cover the entirety of her legs. her breasts.

"I'll buy it for you love" Naoto assured whispering into her niece's ear, savoring the sweet aroma of her perfume and her shampoo on her skin, everything about her smelled delicious.

She was the forbidden fruit that she wanted to devour.

"N-naoto it's not necessary and-I-"

Certainly the older man enjoyed making his niece nervous, it was a game of cat and mouse that he enjoyed in the best way. Although it was more like playing with a somewhat lazy cat for a while.

"I want to do it, you asked me to accompany you to the prom and the least I can do is consent to it, don't you think it's beautiful?"

Naoto admired how his sweet girl only nodded her head before hugging him to hide in his chest, and she couldn't ignore how nervously she moved her hips, highlighting her well-formed ass even more, she felt disgusting but that sensation subsided when she felt the [Name]'s warm breath against her neck and a timid kiss on her skin, I slowly savor the texture of her lipstick and the firmness of her grip.

"Thanks dude"

Just as the illusions rose they fell, being a few days away from the prom.

(…)

Naoto hadn't attended her own prom because she really didn't like social events but she would do it for her, even more so when she found out from her that her "friends" were planning to prank her and her friend so her Her mere presence had scared them away from the graduation ceremony where their precious girl looked her best.

And right now hours had passed since the ceremony, being now in the ballroom, it was more than obvious and expected that Tetta, being what she is, would reserve a private table for her eldest daughter and her only friend for what she was now at the table watching as the rest danced or made disfigurements (more than one made an uncomfortable face), the youngest was leaning on his shoulder with the slippers removed from his feet (he had them on his side) and you played with the thread that you managed to loosen from his suit, while his friend drank.

Time passed slowly to the point where some were already asleep.

Except for the friend of the younger Kisaki, who, being under the influence of alcohol, stopped to look at the scene in front of him; Her best friend was leaning against her uncle's side who absentmindedly played with the edge of her dress, they were both a sensational couple and in her eyes they both had feelings. In her drunken stupor I thought it safe to say, I was doing them a favor.

"They make such a cute couple!" the Hanma boy squealed excitedly smiling at the couple unaware of his best friend's panicked face "It's a relief that [Name] is also sooooo in love with you Naoto, he talks about you all the time and actually wants to work in the police like you for you. Even in art class, ta has drawn many times but she always stains your face with oil paints at the end…mooooo she's a great artist I see her being a forensic cartoonist"

Before Naoto could properly process the information suddenly received, she felt the warmth of her alien body leave and only saw a blur run out of the falco where they were. It all came out in a matter of seconds for the Hanma boy to be knocked unconscious by alcohol.

Seeing how the younger one came out without shoes, the older Tachibana picked up her slippers and left behind her. Naoto chased her for more than half an hour avoiding unfunny people and security guards (all from Tetta) until in the back garden she heard low sobs, almost dreamlike due to her low and almost angelic volume. She followed the sound until she saw you with your back sitting at one end of the bench, hugging your knees, apparently because of your hunched position. Her heart was destroyed as they left your soul in your tears so she silently sat on the other end of the bench leaving your heels in the middle.

"Do you think I'm filthy Uncle Naoto?" questioned the youngest barely managing to speak in the middle of her crying.

Naoto knew that it was a very vulnerable and delicate moment for both of them, because she couldn't lie to herself that her heart didn't beat wildly when she heard your feelings and she let go of that limit, what should happen would happen but it would never hurt you.

"So we're gross together don't you think?"

That simple sentence gradually stopped the crying of the minor who carefully weighed her next words.

"R-Right? You're not just being nice because of my feelings."

"That would mean hurting you and I would never dream of hurting you, it just happened" Naoto began, looking at the garden of the living room, some lights scattered across the grass giving the illusion of fireflies and he remembers taking a picture there, which is his new wallpaper "From a moment to moment you were the nicest person I could live with, you understood me when I didn't, you are understanding and kind. Little by little you slipped into my heart, I can't imagine not loving you [Name] but the decision and the one you take anyway I will love you, yes?"

And the warmth returned Naoto felt his niece lean on him while holding her hand tenderly, you felt the nerves leave his body.

"I want you to be with me, please. Live by your side every first time"

After that sentimental talk, they both began to talk more, to focus on both of them to the point that it was already midnight when a guard told them that it would take half an hour for the dance to end. [Name] helplessly pouted but appreciated the information and when she was ready to put on her heels Naoto was kneeling before her with the heels in one hand.

"I feel like a princess Naoto" the youngest said between giggles watching how Naoto adjusted her heels properly at home and got her dress ready "And do you know what it takes?"

"That-"

The youngest sealed her lips with those of the oldest, entrenching her hands in the other's neck. Naoto still on his knees felt the slightest hint of her niece's shy tongue and that was the beginning of the end of her, urging her to get closer to her, he held her against hers and kissed her for real; exploring her tender mouth with her tongue, and sullying her lips. Before separating and hiding his niece when he saw some boys go by.

"Let's go to the car love"

Neither of them knew how he had managed to get to the car, let alone drive, but they did; they were in an empty parking lot both in the car with the seats folded back. Naoto firmly held her girl's wide hips against her own, feeling part of the pants soaked in the lubrication and her squirts, she still savored on her tongue the clear sweet taste of her squirt directly in his mouth. she.

"N-naoto"

Just when she was about to get real fucking and not rubbing like animals, a cell phone rang. The older Tachibana fed up turned off the cell phone next to his girl's and threw them on the floor of the car to focus on the voluptuous breasts to suck and eat.

"It's only the beginning angel"

It took a few more minutes to get to her apartment, the light from the house projected an almost celestial halo over the skin of the minor, she looked like an angel in full sin; she was leaning against the kitchen counter with her back arched and a cock deep inside her her dress still crumpled at her waist. They had finally managed to get condoms and a better place.

"V-very sensitive N-naoto" the younger yelled trying to get her to leave her clit alone but she only received harder and firmer caresses "F-feels very good"

"I thought that was a lot for you?"

And the work continued, the younger felt her orgasm knotting in her body to go all over her and with the way Naoto fucked her, he only made her squirt and sob in need, they were just about to return but the older man's libido was greater .

Until they felt fully satisfied and although the minor will fix herself up as much as possible she still seemed disheveled and disheveled, but there was no other option and they had ignored more than ten calls.

The way back was full of tender and somewhat suggestive kisses, but they arrived just at dawn at the Kisaki house where, the moment the door was opened, Hinata wrapped her daughter in a hug asking about her well-being, if anything had happened. happened, if she had fun and because they arrived so disheveled but he pulled her towards the living room where they would talk about their night.

That left Naoto right in front of Tetta's judging gaze, who with her gaze swept him from top to bottom finding many signs of the obvious but he wasn't the saint to say anything.

"If you make her suffer, they will only find your head"…

[alessabriel]

My Perfect Girl | 2/3

Sumary: KisakiTouman! That she achieves her goal of marrying Hinata Tachibana, being the only man in her life, and getting Takemichi out of the way. To have a perfect life, and a perfect sweet girl.

• CW: incest between father and daughter, described sexual scenes, daddy kink at its best, gagging, vanilla sex, oral fixation, chirophilia, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throat, fingering, anal and vaginal fingering, compliments, hard sex.

The day of your departure your dad was not with you in the morning, a message on your phone let you know that he left an hour and a half earlier to solve some problems so that they could spend the whole weekend together. You smiled just seeing him, that meant they would spend it in your dad's bachelor apartment and you got ready to get out of bed, but on your nightstand you were surprised by a small flimsy white box wrapped with a shiny black ribbon crowned by some tiny beautiful flowers and a lilac post-it glued to the wood, which you took next to the box.

«Good morning princess, I hope you woke up in a good mood and this is a small gift before going to breakfast together. Don't leave your room until I come back for you.

With love Dad»

With a churning stomach and red cheeks, you quickly put that little note away along with the others inside a little wooden box that had the rest of the little notes inside, along with some dried flowers that your Daddy had given you. Just thinking that each little note was written by your Dad just for you, that he did those details just for you, made your stomach churn with butterflies.

You loved him so much it hurt.

You let yourself fall into bed feeling the freshness and softness of your black duvets, to turn around and crawl to the little box that was waiting for you. With eager hands you opened it to find a cupcake frosted with a single flower made of strawberry. With all the pleasure in the world you took a picture of it to show it off to Manami and then eat it little by little.

As it was morning, your mother had started her routine and you got distracted eating the delicious cupcake, enjoying it too much as it melted on your tongue leaving a sweet taste that lifted your spirits completely. And with the same emotion you tasted the entire cupcake, leaving the strawberry until the end, which you ingested with soft bites, trying not to destroy it. You felt so in love with every detail of your Father, he was so loving and dedicated that he melted you.

With a soft sigh and removing the trash from your bed, you got up to start your day, you had about an hour and a half to get ready when your Father arrived, you had to be pretty and attractive for him.

So time passed and you were ready, it was Saturday so there was nothing to do. You were sitting on the sofa in your room with your legs up on the sofa and leaning on the back and arm of it, lost in your cell phone killing time. When you heard your dad calling you at your door, you ran to open the door to hug him.

"Excited princess?" asked the older Kisaki amused.

Kisaki Tetta had fierce self-control but smelling your scent so early and having gone through a gut in the business, she left the adrenaline dormant in her veins and his dick restless in her pants.

"Yes, Daddy" you responded excitedly, completely ignoring everything, only having eyes for your beloved father.

Tetta really had good self-control but feeling the softness of your breasts against her, being able to smell the perfume directly from your skin and seeing how that pleated skirt only highlighted your waist and highlighted your round butt, she wanted to squeeze it violently. But she put everything aside to hug you back, intentionally keeping her hands near the trailing edge of your skirt and to her complete delight you moved away so her hand was under it.

It was a game between the two to know who would fall first.

You trembled with pleasure when you felt your Dad's hand under your skirt, warm and icy fingers from his rings so close to your buttocks. His hands were big, almost completely cupped your thigh and without thinking better of it you rubbed against his hand. Wishing that beautiful hand was between your legs, and you were lost in inchoate fantasy so a soft moan left you.

Same thing that made Tetta really almost jump on you.

But that moment came to an end with Hinata's arrival, before which you just snorted indignantly and took the car keys to leave without even saying hello, leaving the key to your room with your Dad.

"Will they come out honey?"

Kisaki felt dying hearing that affectionate name coming from Tachibana, she wasn't his perfect sweet girl and therefore that was disgusting coming from the mouth of his wife.

"Yes, it will be all weekend and I advise you not to wait for us, by the way" commented Kisaki once he locked his daughter's room to turn around and face his wife "Stop criticizing our daughter, she can dress as you like”

Hinata stirred uncomfortably when she saw her husband's serious expression, her comments that time had been guided by pure rancor and she still didn't regret it, she should act as if.

Hinata stirred uncomfortably when she saw her husband's serious expression, his comments that time had been guided by pure rancor and she still didn't regret it, she should pretend.

"I don't care about your excuses, that time you indirectly called her a whore and that, and I quote «if something happens to you for going out dressed like that it will be your fault» I tell you how bad that comment is?" the taller insisted, looking with well-hidden rancor at his wife.

And Hinata couldn't say anything.

"Anyway, next time save those comments."

(...)

In hindsight, the outing had begun with going to a restaurant for breakfast, visiting some bookstores that they both frequented (Kisaki only smiled when he saw you get lost in the fiction and horror zone), some high-end cosmetics store where the older man only saw you get lost. between corridors or followed you while with a tablet you wrote down everything you wanted with an excited little smile and a short and explanatory conversation about what you selected, and then go to eat something else, and continue with a tour of the various stores around the mall (there was no one, except a few people you could recognize as children of mobsters alike) that you loved to buy clothes, although it was inevitable for Kisaki not to dwell on the image of your bare legs and how You moved your hips, lifting the fabric a little to reveal your plain black panties. He felt like he was in hell itself but still he answered your questions in a genuine way, almost like a lover who helps you choose clothes.

It was a constant push and pull from both of them.

At one point you had tried on a dress but the zipper was behind your back and you couldn't reach it, so somewhat embarrassed you called your dad to the large dressing room where you were.

"What's going on?"

Without the need for words, Kisaki guessed the conflict, the closure of the dress was in the back starting at the bottom to culminate between the shoulder blades. So he approached you standing behind your back to take the closure between his fingers, he could see your pale skin and almost feel your buttocks but he chose to concentrate on the closure that began to rise carefully, until reaching the end where you finally he saw in the mirror, you in front of him with your wavy hair covering part of your shoulders and chest, the dress only further accentuated your curves highlighting your breasts, small waist and wide hips.

That tug-of-war looked relaxed.

The eldest was enthralled by your reflection in the mirror; cute and tender features, big innocent eyes but with a sinful gleam behind them, small upturned nose, plump and fluffy lips covered by faded lipstick, rosy cheeks and innocent expression. Without even anticipating it, Kisaki took you by the shoulders, adjusting to his chest, feeling you so close that he could smell your scent.

None said anything.

The pair of wandering hands little by little went to your neck, you swallowed dry saliva and let yourself be done, being face to face the first to move was your Dad who kissed you sweetly on the lips, a kiss that you savored without letting it go.

"Daddy," you whimpered sweetly when the kiss ended.

Kisaki just smiled when he saw you, your bright eyes and wet lips from your eager tongue, your slightly furious expression and made you see yourself in the mirror again, the dress was a beauty on your body as it hugged every curve and accentuated all the beauty of your Body. With the satisfaction of knowing that he was accepted, he hugged you from behind, leaving his hands on your hips, his fingers slightly loose on the fabric of the dress that covered your hips that he wanted to mark with his finger prints and admire those marks.

“You are my sweet girl right princess?”

Said question was enlivened by the pair of hands that gently and so wandering little by little rose to your breasts, your Dad had all of your breasts in his hands, squeezing them with such gentleness and care, squeezing little by little until your nipples were They got hard from the stimulation of that larger pair of hands. With adrenaline and desire circulating in your veins, you clung to your Dad's biceps, you needed to anchor yourself to something.

"Yes daddy"

The next thing that happened was a blur to you but full of vibrant and pleasurable sensations, your Dad was kissing you so dirty and demanding running his tongue over your mouth, urging your hips to grind on his thighs so slow and firm, hard. You could only whimper and cling to the fabric of his tailored suit as you felt your Dad's soft lips clinging to your hard nipples as you alternated between them. No part of your body stayed without attention. When you least expected it you found yourself with your hands on the mirror dirtying it with your fingerprints and misting it with your breath, with the dress hanging from your hips exposing your tits with hickey marks and a clear bite on the side of your neck, and with your Dad's cock rubbing against the fabric of your dress soaking it in precum and bruising your hips.

Only soft moans could be heard.

You squeezed your legs feeling the moisture in your underwear and wishing you could rip it off to touch yourself. But your Dad didn't neglect you, on the contrary he had one hand centered on your pussy on your clothes caressing your little clit with movements so delicate and smooth, that it only made you a little mess.

Before finally feeling your father's hand breaking the dress to direct his fingers to your warm and moist core, at that moment a voice from outside emerged cutting the environment.

"Mr. Kisaki, is there something wrong with the lady's dress?" I speak carefully the worker.

Although he cut off the atmosphere, he hadn't done it with the feeling when you, completely capricious and pampered, pulled your hips back, rubbing your Dad's cock much more against your now semi-naked skin. Your Father stopped you by the hip hard enough to bruise, the very thought made you wet and before you could whimper a pair of fingers were forced between your lips hard enough to shut you up, flattening your tongue. and playing with it. Kisaki could only smile at your reflection in the mirror, lost and glassy gaze with cheeks flushed a deep pink, with your pretty lips tinted around his fingers with saliva running between his fingers and making his rings shine, which made you more exciting was the traces of clothing that hung from your body, how the fabric seemed to cling to your body and your underwear so uncomfortable for you, you were a sensual beauty.

"You could wear the same dress but in black" replied the brunette still rubbing his fingers over your tongue savoring the warmth and how small your mouth is.

If the worker noticed something, she did not say anything, since she left with a statement and without looking for further evidence of anything.

With a smile your Dad continued to fuck your precious little mouth with his long fingers allowing you to make whatever muffled noises you wanted, like moaning and rubbing your legs together.

"We will continue at home princess"

That single sentence brought tears to your eyes both from retching and from the pain of not being properly cared for by your Dad.

There will be a second part of this filth, I actually wrote with my dick and it was great but EYE I don’t approve of this type of relationship, It’s just fiction R18+ so enjoy it or go to hell and yes, I am of legal age. I hope I didn’t cause bleeding eyes because of my mistakes, anyway ✨🖤🤙🏼

[alessabriel]

My Perfect Girl | 1/3

Sumary: KisakiTouman! That she achieves her goal of marrying Hinata Tachibana, being the only man in her life, and getting Takemichi out of the way. To have a perfect life, and a perfect sweet girl.

• CW: incest between father and daughter, described sexual scenes, daddy kink at its best, gagging, vanilla sex, oral fixation, chirophilia, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjob, deep throat, fingering, anal and vaginal fingering, compliments, hard sex.

Although Kisaki Tetta felt victorious when he finally obtained what he worked so hard for, with the passage of time that joy gradually diminished, and that is, if he had loved Tachibana Hinata but unfortunately he had fallen in love with an idealization of what that he could remember of her. She wasn't the perfect mate or woman, not by a long shot.

It was ridiculous if they even asked him.

In hindsight he thought it would be the same, that she would be the perfect woman but he was wrong and found himself tied to a dull, ridiculous and insipid marriage. A disgrace in itself, he couldn't even conceive of being in the same room as Hinata because he wasn't excited about it, there weren't any butterflies and it sickened him that she was so…so submissive around her.

I expect much? Maybe.

And as if that were not enough, Mikey openly mocked his misfortune while he had her twin sitting on his lap, perverted as he was and just as Taboo in a damn criminal organization that ruled the underworld of all Japan, it was what less.

In silence I admire how the blonde named Manami got up with difficulty from her older brother's legs, surely it was more difficult for her when before she was being fucked in the middle of the meeting and had to remain silent, the slowness in her movements served Mikey to cover herself Kisaki mentally thanked him.

"Have Sanzu take you home darling," the older twin instructed with loving care.

Only one nod in response before he retreated from the room altogether, giving a feeble farewell was Kisaki.

And Kisaki felt dying seeing the relatively mocking and amused expression, wanting to hit him between the eyebrows with a bullet.

“Tachibana was just smoke for you in the end, wasn't it? Tetta” commented Mikey mockingly before getting up “By the way congratulations on your wife's pregnancy”

And Kisaki hate her current situation even more, I hate her with all her soul.

×××

Although his feelings towards Hinata did not exist. his feelings for his daughter were intense; he loved her little girl, I adore her and that little infant completely had her soul. Since he knew that this first-born or that first-born had arrived in this world, his life melted in a matter of moments when he met a sweet princess with a pale complexion, plump in a cute way and fluffy in a strange dark tone, and caught her heart as her finger was caught between that sweet little hand.

Hinata at that moment felt happy, happy that her husband showed her love for her daughter and her life seemed to smile at her, everything would improve.

No one expected what would happen.

×××

As the years went by, the Kisaki marriage only deteriorated more and Hinata could only press her lips together in a straight line, it was not a disastrous marriage but it was dull, monotonous and without spark. The only thing that made her happy was teaching, her hobbies and her beautiful girl who shone for all the good things as well as the moments they spent with the family, because her marriage could be off but her daughter would receive the love of both of them.

And that was when she began to notice it, her daughter, since she was little, proved to be an extremely intelligent girl, cute, attentive and kind, and all these characteristics amazed Kisaki.

Hinata just bit her tongue when she saw her daughter being the center of her husband's attention, as Kisaki had you as the reason for her happiness.

Hinata silently and unconsciously began to hate her daughter because she had the affection she wanted, not knowing what her fate would hold for her.

×××

The Kisaki couple always proved to be perfection incarnate; an exemplary wife whose profession was to be a teacher, working in one of the best schools in Japan and her husband was not far behind; owner of an empire that he built since the decline of the past in the hands of his parents (the public did not know of his criminal activities) both having a daughter that every father of a family would like to be in his hearts; scholar and a genius at fifteen years of age, next in line to an empire. Despite knowing that general information was of no use, because nobody knew the identity of that perfect family with which they speculate. They had no faces, only rumours.

They did not know the blood, manipulation and hatred sheltered behind that perfect family.

And that was perfect, too perfect because that way you didn't have to pretend before people who lived above the water, much less tolerate your mother outside school hours, you hated those hypocritical looks of pride when other teachers praised you and of maternal love when some of her aunts congratulated her behavior, the same ones who hid daggers behind their pupils.

She was ridiculous, bland and inept.

That's why you simply ran away as soon as the bell was rung, waving farewells to your friends and friends, all acquaintances from your father's underworld, to wait for him in the entrance hall of the school, with your gaze fixed on the screen of your phone admiring in Silence the last messages from your father, wishing you a great day and promising you an outing together, just the two of you. It was inevitable not to rejoice with joy, you could still taste the sweet rancor in your mother's eyes when she found out about your scheduled departure and without the opportunity for her to join. You could still remember the authoritative voice of your Dad denying him to join, it was something special and it was planned from the beginning.

Once you caught a glimpse of your father's car in the parking lot you didn't hesitate to get out, clutching the larger coat even tighter around yourself.

And Kisaki could only smile once, he admired you face to face recognizing of course that coat better than anyone after all it was his, but he didn't have the heart to take it from you since you looked adorable with it and he tried to pretend that something deep inside twisted when he saw you dress his clothes. Something that didn't even wake up with his wife, something that shouldn't exist and forced to hide in the depths of his mind. Seeking to distract himself from your figure dressed in that uniform that only made you look like a pretty doll covered with her coat, she could almost feel her pulse buzzing in her ears from seeing how the length of the coat covered almost all of your skirt, leaving your slender and shapely legs behind. his view being completely covered by a pair of long black socks that only called him, seeking to escape those thoughts I hug you and kiss your forehead, so he would not see you completely but it was of little use when your sweet voice reached his ears.

"Hello daddy, did you like the lunch? I tried hard to do it, you had said you wanted to try that food for a while" you commented still with your arms around your Dad, your arms around his torso feeling the muscles under the layers of clothing elegant that only made him more attractive and for a few moments you hid in the hollow between his shoulder and neck deeply inhaling his scent; such a subtle yet fresh cologne, a bitter scent permeating his light gray vest that you could tell was the result of cigarette smoke or cleaning chemicals, after all your Uncle Hanma was careless sometimes. But the fact that your Dad returned the hug with the same intensity, feeling how he sniffed your hair to relax and caressed you, only made you rub your legs together "I missed you so much Daddy"

Kisaki shivered slightly as your voice emerged against his neck in a sweet and tender croak, sharp and sensitive, as you rubbed your perfect little face on his clothes holding on even tighter, he had to bite his tongue to keep from doing something stupid. He ended the hug giving you a kiss on the forehead that you received with a pout on your lips making them bulge and he chose to open the door for you to enter, once you were upstairs he closed the door without even caring that his wife was still on campus, he did not want to see her .

"Lunch was delicious, darling, and I missed you too," the eldest finally answered once he was in the car, with one hand he took a piece of candy that was in one of the pockets of his suit and extended it to you. Kisaki knew how much you loved sweets and how Hinata made an effort not to let you eat them with the pretext that they would make you fat "It's strawberries with cream"

The mere mention of the flavor nearly snatched the candy out of his hand, but not before kissing your Dad's cheek in thanks.

The car ride with Dad was always calm and relaxed, you didn't have to be alert or on guard for your Mother's suffocating presence. And with all the pleasure in the world you opened the fancy wrapper popsicle to put it in your mouth, that flavor was your favorite.

Kisaki was just totally focused on the street but when he heard your soft moan of satisfaction he pressed the steering wheel harder and tried not to see you but the world conspired against him because he reached a red light and out of the corner of his eye he managed to see how you got the candy from your mouth leaving a thin thread of saliva that you cut with your tongue to walk it through the candy and his mind took that as an incentive for later.

"Daddy you're going out with me right?" you questioned taking the candy out of your mouth and looking at your Dad with a pout that you couldn't help, it was inevitable not to behave like that when you felt so safe with him.

The blonde just inhaled and exhaled taking strength to see your angelic face, the same one that his mind betrayed with one of his fantasies; seeing her covered in her cum, dripping from her plump, plush lips covering your tender features but her self-control was strong. Kisaki gave you a smile before continuing to drive.

“Yes princess, our departure continues the same. What your mother says little or nothing interests me, so don't worry” the eldest calmed down without seeing you.

And with that, your resentful discomfort calmed down a little, just a little and it was completely extinguished when you saw the gallery on your phone, compromising photos of an inept and an incompetent.

You really were a Kisaki, you always would be and you were your Father's greatest love and pride; Kisaki Tetta.

The rest of the trip was enlivened by the new music that Father and Daughter had begun to listen to.

Same trip that ended when the door of the only apartment on the last floor of the building was opened from the inside, leaving the minor with the keys in her hand, and that was when Hinata's irritating voice rebuked them in a veiled manner.

"I didn't know that you would go for our daughter honey" commented the older one looking at how you only smiled before taking your backpack from your Dad's hands to leave without even giving a minimum greeting. Hinata wanted to make you return the hair but Tetta's hard look on her made him ignore that impulse "Why didn't you wait for me to leave together?"

Kisaki could only bite his tongue and shrug his shoulders, trying to watch his daughter lock herself in his room and so it happened.

“Last time I almost crashed because of your fight with our daughter because of your unsubstantiated comments from the shit itself. That's why Hinata ”Kisaki answered obviously to enter her apartment leaving her behind her“ I'll go to my office, try not to bother me ”

And so Kisaki managed to withdraw from the presence of his wife. In his office he was lost in paperwork that distracted him, that is until the vivid memory of the sensation of his daughter's clothed breasts touching his chest and how he ate that candy, so enthusiastically taking it out and putting it back in your mouth cupping your cheeks , as you saw him with bright, innocent and sweet eyes. Your beautiful angel face, with rosy cheeks and brightly moist lips.

When I least expect it, his cock reacted to your memories, you in school uniform with the short pleated skirt that fell covering your hips and the beginning of your thighs but being so short and rising in the back by the generous chubby cheeks of your ass. , button down blouse that left very little to the imagination allowing a glimpse of your erect and hard nipples, as your shapely legs as white as ivory were slightly tightened by the waistband of your long black socks, which I wanted to cover with his cumshot and your juices therefore make you squirt.

All a schoolgirl, beautiful, cute and exquisite in his sight.

He felt hard inside his pants, and without even caring about anything, Kisaki pulled his cock out of the confines of his clothes, giving it some light pumps and dedicating himself to imagining his little daughter, his sweet and only firstborn, impaled on his cock, with her dripping pussy. soaking his pants and his slutty expression that cried out for more, he could almost hear your cute little needy voice in front of him.

∆ “More Daddy, m-more, fuck me Daddy” ∆

Not letting himself be carried away by his imagination, he chose to take his cell phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint to go directly to the gallery where he quickly hit an entire photo album that he was taking secretly (he was trying to pretend that he did not know that you were intentionally posing carelessly for him). ), as well as downloaded photos of his beautiful girl, he did not leave aside his cock, caressing it from top to bottom slowly, carefully provoking himself, dragging his fist around his shaft and he was even more motivated with the first photo that spanked him in the face when I entered the application, one where you were sitting in front of the mirror with a black pleated skirt, long stockings and a sinful tight white blouse that allowed to see your chest without a bra exposing your hard nipples. That time he only asked you for a photo of how you were dressed to go out to dinner, not wanting to force you to go to a restaurant where you would feel uncomfortable and he felt his cock tremble in his hand when, in the background of the photo, he could see behind the wall. a dildo attached to it and by your flushed, needy and excited expression I could bet it was for him.

"Princess" whimpered the elder, with a growl that he had no intention of making.

But it was inevitable for him when the next photo in his gallery showed you sitting in the chair near the armored window of his office, with your legs shyly apart, revealing your pretty black panties, while making a circle in front of to your lips and tongue. Kisaki Tetta wasn't stupid, he knew what it meant. More fervently he pumped his cock seeking to cum, there was a litany of pictures of you on his cell phone that he could jerk off to.

With a sigh he quickened the rhythm of his hand on his cock, when a photo of you that was the most innocent captured his attention and he felt dying when he wanted to cum on your delicate features, when his cock felt sore from cumming and when he did, when white strings of his semen painted the screen of his phone he could only sigh in satisfaction, which lowered considerably when he heard Hinata's irritating voice behind the door.

"My love, do you want to have dinner?"

Resigned and still with the vibrating sensations of his orgasm running through his veins, he put on his pants and cleaned his cell phone well, to clear his throat and respond. He wouldn't let her into his office.

"I said don't bother me Hinata"

With those harsh words Hinata could only endure and leave her husband's office, to walk down the hall to her daughter's room. Although at times he hated her at others, he liked to eat with her, so with her knuckles he knocked three times waiting to hear your voice, which came not too late.

"Y-yes, what's wrong, Mom?" your voice was breathy and overly needy, almost as if you were crying.

And Hinata felt like a lousy mother, to the point of making you cry and lock you in your room, her heart squeezed with pain.

Little did Hinata know.

She was unaware or rather, she did not know what was happening in her daughter's room, how you touched yourself without mercy, torturing your little clitoris sitting at the foot of your bed with your eyes fixed on your screen with videos of your Dad being so fucking hard with his subordinates, shouting orders and more photos where he came out bloodied, straining his arms. Your gaze fixed on your Dad's slender, rough hands, wanting with a boiling desire that he would wrap them around your waist as he fucked you up the ass embedded in your Mom's office table, longing for you to hold her thighs as he felt. his long fat cock rearranging your insides in the best possible way, making you squirt with pleasure and crowning your fantasies, imagining that your Daddy would wrap one of his perfect hands around your neck and suffocate you, your pussy oozing more juices just imagining it.

"Daughter are you okay?" Hinata questioned doubtfully and regretfully.

You could only try to regulate your voice, not to moan so loud but seeing your perfect Daddy in the videos and photos only made your pussy more wet, you wouldn't stop for her. Not when it was just a momentary concern and then it would be the same.

"Leave me alone mom, I-I don't want to eat" you tried hard so that your voice didn't come out so cut off.

You had a hard time keeping quiet and pumping your fingers into your wet hole, caressing your rubbery walls that oozed juices soaking your fingers and causing an embarrassing sloshing sound, a wet sloshing that grew firmer and fiercer when in all your excitement you strangled yourself. yourself, seeking to resemble the possible feeling that your daddy hanged you and it was when your mom finally left, that you were able to sob at the top of your lungs letting go of that knot in your stomach along with your wet orgasm.

"Daddy, D-daddy I want cock" you whimpered once soothing your hands to continue caressing you through your orgasm, rubbing your natural juices into your wet folds and smearing them on your tits with hard pinches "Daddy, daddy fuck me"

And with no apparent end, you kept touching yourself thinking about your Daddy without knowing that your Father did the same.

There will be a second part of this filth, I actually wrote with my dick and it was great but EYE I don't approve of this type of relationship, It's just fiction R18+ so enjoy it or go to hell and yes, I am of legal age. I hope I didn't cause bleeding eyes because of my mistakes, anyway ✨🖤🤙🏼

[lalunanymph]

BACK TO US — h. shuji

𖨆♡𖨆 hanma shuji x fem!reader

╰┈➤ thrown into an arrange marriage with toman’s second man, you slowly come to find that not even your lost memories will stop him from getting what he wants. and what he wants is not you.

cw. canon typical violence, implied child abuse, explicit smut, noncon -> reader withdraws her consent halfway, undertones of rape, mentions of alcohol, DARK CONTENT, mentions of babies, mentions of murder, injuries, emotional abuse, emotional neglect, manipulation, daddy kink, adultery, MDNI

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#1: “i’m begging you please say something”

Growing up, people would often tell you how fathers were a little girl’s first love. 

That he was her superhero; the one she ran to crying for scraped knees, bruised hearts and bad nightmares. And he would never hurt her—be a strong paradigm of what a man was to show her the love she deserved. 

You never had a father like that. 

Yours was brutal, ruthless at home and during work. 

You see, unlike many other little girls in the world whose daddies were accountants, doctors or even white collar men, your father ran one of the most dangerous underground organisations in all of Japan.

You couldn’t run to him for ouchies or nightmares because he was your biggest one. 

Every single time he spoke to you, or even looked at you, you would be reminded of the failure you are. That his sole heir was not a boy, as he wanted, but a frail little girl your even frailer mother gave him before her untimely death. 

You never saw him much during the day, even less at night. He would ship you off to faceless women—nannies, he called them—raising you up on a strict diet of etiquette, submission and knowing your place in the world. 

Always underneath a man’s feet. Always three steps behind them.  

The day you turned twenty-one, he called you from your room and downstairs to the kitchen where a group of unsmiling men, dressed to the nines in sleek black suits stood circling him. There was a glint in his eye, one of malice and mayhem you came to know quite well whenever he shot you down or told you that you were too much. That you were not needed nor wanted in his life. 

“Oto-san,” you greeted him. Never with ‘Tou-san’, or, heaven forbid, ‘Tou-chan.’

You were always formal with him, giving him the respect he earned as one of the most ruthless man in all of Japan. 

“There is a man you are to marry,” he said, expression barely rippling with joy, love or whatever the fuck a father was supposed to feel when his one and only daughter was about to become a wife. “And you are to respect him and be a good girl. He wants an heir and I need a grandson since there is no one left to take over me after I’m dead.” The air in the room blew over colder than a snowy morning. 

Those men he employed—terrifying and with more kill counts than their numerous tattoos—shrank back from his aura as if he were a demon sent straight from hell. The consequences of not having a male heir was drilled into you since the day you first got your period. 

An upheaval—a power struggle would take place in his organisation and everything you grew up with would be gone.

The quiet penthouse in your name, the luxuries that replaced a father’s love. Blown into the wind. 

You bowed your head. “Of course, oto-san. I shall do my best.” 

“No,” his retort was icy and sharp. “You have to be the best. This man—Hanma Shuji—he is Kisaki Tetta’s right hand man and the second most important figure in Toman.”

Toman. The name rippled through you with recognition. A dangerous gang, even more unhinged than the syndicate your father managed. To have a deal with Toman was to be extended opportunities and riches far beyond your wildest dreams. A part of you saw it for what it was—a barter. Your hand in exchange for the Blood Phoenixes contacts and prosperous dealings with meth. A grandson in exchange for an empire.

Your french-tipped nails dug into your palm and you nodded again. “I will not fail you, tou-san.” 

On the day of your marriage, Hanma Shuji did not even look at you. He sat, bored and obstinate, in the middle of the temple, his wedding vows recited in an almost bored tone. Halfway during the ceremony, he went missing, and when he returned, you shifted a blind eye to the smell of cheap perfume on his collar, and the faint lipstick mark on the side of his mouth. 

He did not ask you any questions about yourself, nor did you try to even supply him with any information. Content to be his shiny trophy wife hanging off his arm in the season’s latest dress and spike-thin high heels, a fake smile stretching over your glossed lips. 

You did not delude yourself with the idea that he would love you. There was nothing a man like him needed from a woman like you beyond to fill your womb with his seed and give you a son so your father would finally relinquish one half of his fertile underworld territory for Toman to feed upon. 

Tonight, on the night he was supposed to give you a baby, he was drunk again.

The smell of whiskey heavy on his breath, he pushed your head down into the pillows to muffle your cry of protest, lifting your hips up with sloppy large palms and mounting you like a stallion would to his unwilling mare. You bit down on your lower lip to stifle a pitiful sob when his thick cock pushed through you with no prep, settling into the hilt as the burn ravaged your tender insides. 

“Heard you were ovulating today,” he murmured, and you shivered when the tattoo of ‘Sin’ on the back of his hand stretched over your lower belly. “Guess I gotta breed you like a bitch to keep your old man happy, huh?” 

You didn't reply and he didn’t care. Hanma rutted his hips back and forth into you, not even bothering with your pleasure when he took what he had bought with his time; sacrificing a night of fucking his favorite toy in turn for gracing you with his presence. You half-wished he would leave, already counting down the seconds before he would cum and abandon you in these cold sheets, closing the penthouse door and returning weeks later when you were about to ovulate again. 

The man you called ‘husband’ was rarely home. Toman took up most of his time and efforts, leaving him with barely any to spare for a woman who was his wife in nothing but her title. 

Despite his abject neglect and cold nature, you had full access to his credit card and accounts, filling the void deep in you with shopping sprees, fancy things and spa days to seek out even a sliver of human touch and connection. It eased you, somewhat—living this half life of regrets and empty luxury. You were free to spend your time however you wanted. Everything was handed to you on a silver platter and all you needed to do was wave your fingers and it would appear right in front of you. 

Again, you did not delude yourself that he did this out of love for you. It was to fulfill his part of the deal to take care of you; to at least show some semblance of his authority as your husband by looking after your material needs. 

In these two months since your fateful marriage to him, a deeper need stirred in you. Irrational as it was, you often wondered—daydreamed, even—how it would be like for him to finally love you.

You didn’t ask for much—maybe for him to stay home once in awhile and have dinner with you. Or, to show you more attention than what he was required to do during those galas and parties that Toman threw on a weekly basis. You wished to see him for who he was beyond the glitz and glamor. Beyond the infamous reaper of death that stood at a frightening six foot five. To see him as someone you could maybe one day be friends with. 

As you said; you didn’t ask for much. 

“Shuji-san,” you raised your head, trying to get his attention. His languid thrusts ceased and you felt his stare burning into the back of your neck. 

“What?” He was irritated that you had stopped him when he was so close to an orgasm—his fingers twitching minutely around your waist, about to chastise you for your disobedience. 

The words tangled on the tip of your tongue. “C-can I… can I turn around and f-face you?” 

Instead of enthusiastically agreeing as a man would that his wife wanted to be more intimate with him, Hanma pressed your face back into the pillows with a derisive scoff. 

“Shut up,” he simply said and continued with his cruel rutting. 

“A-ah—Shuji-san!” the burn was too much; both in your dejected heart and your unwilling cunt. “Stop!” 

He didn’t listen you. 

Oh god, oh god, it hurts. Your chest ached with mortification, your entire being felt as if it was doused in flames that would not stop licking at you, reminding you how helpless you were. How pathetic you were that you could not even make a man who was sworn to be by your side for forever turn to face you.

He does not even want to look at me.

Were you that despicable? Was there not a hint of kindness you deserved? 

His cock bruised you like a battering ram, but none so much than the memories of the miserable life you led. 

The empty bed, your hefty silver ring on your left hand that held no weight. The hollow smiles of the women employed to take care of you as your husband spent countless nights in someone else’s arms. His unending disdain for you and the reluctance to even spend time with his own legal spouse. 

And you had tried. God, did you try. 

You spent hours waiting for a text back from him to answer if he would be coming home for dinner; shooing the chefs out of the penthouse and encouraging them to go back home early to spend time with their families just so you could try and cook him a meal. 

He never even showed up, and you sat alone at the grand table, tears rolling down your face as you forced yourself to finish your bland pasta. 

The countless pictures of you in lacy lingerie that you sent in an attempt to entice a man who had the full right over your body so that he would hopefully—mercifully, give you a drop of attention—went unread. 

 You had tried. And you were tired of trying. 

“Please,” your muffled wails grew louder, both in desperation and dejection. “Please—it hurts!” 

Hanma Shuji was ruthless, but tonight, you would see how far that cruelty extended. “C-Can’t anymore—please, s-stop…”

Unbidden, a voice in your head cried out: Run. Run and never look back. 

After sixty days of trying to tolerate the disdain and scorn from the only man who had promised before the heavens and your father to love and protect you, your patience at withstanding his mistreatment snapped. 

With strength you did not know you possessed, you pushed him off you, leveraging on his drunken stupor to evade his hold; grabbing your thin nightrobe, you dashed at your tears and picked up his Porsche keys, slipping out of the luxurious but empty penthouse to run straight into the lifts. 

“Brat!” he roared and you flinched, holding back your gasp when he staggered out of the door, and towards you. Punching the elevator buttons wildly, you prayed with all of your soul to be released from him. 

Mama… please. Help me. 

“Don’t you dare leave me, Y/N!” he roared, bloodshot eyes flashing manically. You choked on the fear. Help me! 

The doors closed on his outstretched hand and you could’ve cried with relief. But, you had no time to waste. 

There was no doubt he would send his men after you; there was no doubt he would tell your father and you would be duly punished for your rebellion. 

You had to take this chance and leave this empty, unfulfilling life. 

The elevator door opened and you pushed your legs as fast as they could go, frantically pressing the unlock button until a soft beep alerted you to Hanma’s Porsche a short distance away. You opened the door, throwing yourself into the dark interior and started the car. 

“Y/N!” Glancing up in fright, he was gaining traction on you, sweatpants sloppily pulled up, dual-tone hair in a disarray. His sneer was terrifying, and even from your perch in a tinted car, you could make out the gruesome embossment of ‘sin’ and ‘punishment’ across his clenching hands.

You thought that your husband might actually kill you. 

Gunning the engine, you hauled the lightweight sportscar past the garage doors and down into the open highway. Breath lodged in your throat, you were blissfully unaware of how fast you were racing down the roads, only focusing on one thing. Not even noticing the heavy rain pelting outside the window or your rationale screening at you to slow down. 

Finally free of Hanma, you could let the tears fall, your hands trembling violently on the steering wheel.

You didn’t dare look back at the swanky penthouse he kept you hostage in—played off the fact that those highbeam lights in your mirror were from other drivers and not the men he sent to retrieve you. 

But, every show had to come to an end. 

Every running sentence had to be halted by a full stop. 

Tragically, yours was not because of your husband, or even from your misdoing. It literally came from a blind spot. 

The flashing lights should’ve told you something was wrong; the tires skidding with a sickening wet squelch on the road should have warned you to stop moving, to seek inertia rather than escape. A resounding horn that shattered your ears and the bright engulfing lights of a truck came barelling into you. 

The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was the small pinetree shaped air freshener that hung from his rearview mirror. 

The next—a shattering crash that cloaked you in darkness. 

Hanma Shuji was having an awful night.

First, it started with Kisaki berating him for letting one of their captives die too early before vital information about a rival gang could be shared. Then, his phone beeped with the reminder that you would be fertile tonight and he had to make good on his deal with that bastard Tomio to get his useless daughter pregnant. But, the fucking cherry on top of this entire ordeal was what waited for him at the hospital. 

Despite his reputation as one of the most ruthless men in all of Japan, second only to Kisaki Tetta himself, L/N Tomio was unperturbed, standing in broad fluorescent lighting while his men barricaded him in a half-circle. Keeping him safe from prying eyes and any threats of law enforcers bearing down on them.

At the sight of his son-in-law, Tomio’s expression hardened and he straightened, staring Hanma down the bridge of his nose which was quite a feet, considering the other man towered at least two heads over him. 

Greatness demanded subservience and in this murky world, every sign of respect was scrutinised with an eagle eye. He bowed low to his father-in-law, back folded and awaiting his greeting. 

“Son.” 

Hanma was given the green light to return to his full height. He plastered on an expression of sobering regret, keeping his hands in his pockets while his father-in-law gritted his teeth, trying to find the words to break this tense silence. 

“What the fuck happened?” 

An expletive was good. It meant that Tomio was still level-headed. Caution alarms would only ring in Shuji’s head once the great leader of the Blood Phoenixes was utterly silent. 

“Otosan,” he injected as much regret into his voice as he could. “I humbly apologise. Y/N and I got into a fight and she stormed away from me before I could explain myself. I am truly sorry I had to interrupt your evening.” 

Tomio did not reply to him. In some ways, Shuji could hardly believe you two were related. You were terribly quiet; always with lowered eyes and fidgety hands that spoke volumes of an insecurity not even a wardrobe full of designer goods could elevate. Whenever you spoke to him, you made sure to keep your voice demure and mellow, free of sharp edges and vices—your gaze trained to the floor. Your father was the polar opposite—everything about him was tough as nails.

From the scar running down his right eye to the perpetual sneer on his face, there was nothing that indicated you were his daughter besides the shape of your noses. 

She’s her mama’s daughter, Tomio once told him during the night of his engagement to you. It’s because of Y/N that I lost the love of my life.

“A fight?” Tomio narrowed his beady eyes. “What are you prattling on about? My Y/N would never show a shred of resistance.”

The corners of Hanma’s mouth twitched. He lowered his head again. “It was a misunderstanding and I tried to go after her, but…” he trailed off, feeling Tomio’s hot stare on his face. Cataloguing it for a hint of remorse, ready to flay him alive if he did not give his daughter the solemnity she deserved. 

Before the tense silence could be punctuated with more thinly veiled accusations, a doctor ambled over to them. His tired eyes and dark circles indicated the rough night your situation had landed him in, and he bowed stiffly to Tomio, no doubt recognising him from the papers. 

“L/N-san. Hanma-san. We regret to inform you that Y/N had to be put in a medically-induced coma.” 

Shuji could feel Tomio growing irate.

“What? Why? What happened to her?” 

The doctor flickered his eyes towards a CCTV above, as if to check he still had the protection of legal security at his back. “She suffered a hairline fracture on her ribs, a broken collarbone and some swelling in her brain. There was no choice but for us to keep her unconscious to prevent anymore rupturing of the blood vessels.” He nodded at Hanma, “We will be keeping a close eye on her, Hanma-san. I have nurses monitoring her 24 hours around the clock and we’re giving her as much oxygen as we can to counter the injuries.”

With those solemn words, he bowed again and backtracked into the operation room. 

Hearing the effects of your accident stirred a tiny tremour of guilt in Hanma. He trailed his glare to the linoleum floors, mouth heavy and unable to believe he had failed in such a simple task. The only thing he had to do today was drain his balls in you, call it a night and go back to the office to wrap up some paperwork. Maybe he might’ve even stopped by Ichika’s apartment for a second round and sleep the next day away. 

But, no—he had to visit the nearest bar to pump himself full of alcohol. He had to linger in your presence while pure, unadulterated rage simmered in his chest. He had to be triggered by your teary eyes. If there was one thing he could blame himself with, it would be his lack of focus and discipline on completing a task. 

Kisaki always said that he could be a greater leader if he put his mind to it. His first Herculean effort at proving himself right was to marry Tomio’s brat and secure her father’s line. Give her a few sons and we can call the treaty even, Tetta murmured in a faraway voice the night he informed Hanma of his fate. 

A fucking breeding stallion. That was what Kisaki alluded him to be. Nothing good or worthwhile but to pump his seed into some spoiled brat while her father lorded lush territories and promises of high returns over Toman’s head. 

If Hanma was still drunk, he would’ve reached for his Glock and made your father eat lead. Unfortunately, that would just goad Kisaki on even further into punishing him, and as much as he loved petty revenge, he preferred it if his balls were still intact. 

One glare from Tomio sobered him up from that thought. The Blood Phoenixes were infamous for their brutal torture methods, and despite how he enjoyed an occasional bloodbath, even Shuji was terrified by how far they took things. Mutilated limbs, gouged out eyes and broken jaws was just the tip of the macabre iceberg when it came to dealing with this gang. 

“Watch over her, Shuji, or so help me, I will fucking break every single bone in your body.” 

He nodded. Your father spared the operation theatre one lingering look before he turned around, his men falling into line behind him. Hanma reached for the packet of cigarettes he always kept by his side, about to light one up when an elderly nurse clicked her tongue. He shot her a lazy smirk and peeled himself from the wall, sauntering out into the gardens to enjoy his white stick. 

As he smoked, he recounted your odd request. Can I face you? 

Hanma Shuji was far from a sentimental man, but he could sense a world of hope you heaped onto that simple question. The flutter of guilt that tickled his ribs earlier became a tight ball underneath his heart. Yes, it was true he resented you for this marriage—it wasn’t even his choice in the first place and he had made it well known that if given the chance, he would’ve bolted from this union without a second glance back. 

But, weren’t you in the same boat as him? Your father had basically strongarmed you into marrying him or else he would squander your inheritance money away. The both of you were more similar than he thought. And he couldn't understand why he had treated you with such hostility. 

Perhaps, that simple request was because you wanted to get to know him better. Admittedly, he never gave you many chances to see the real him. It was always under some guise of an event or party that you could remain by his side. The woman he called ‘wife’ was shrouded in mystery. Hanma didn’t even know what your favourite flowers were; the revelation disquieting him when he passed by a vending machine selling bouquets. 

Husbands were supposed to at least know the basics of their wives, right? 

Her favourite dish, flower and colour. 

But, Shuji couldn’t conjure up any answers for information as simple as that. His mind was locked away on the memories of your teary eyes and heaving gasps, begging him to stop—fuck, why didn’t he stop? He treated you like one of his work tasks to cross off his list.

Marry you, give you a baby, reap the rewards from the Blood Phoenixes. 

Nothing was in black and white when it came to his relationship with your father, and for a brief second, Hanma wondered what would happen if he delivered the divorce papers straight to you. Would you scream? Cry? Be passive? 

Maybe you might even squash that foolish notion of being his friend when he passed you the pen to sign your name on the dotted line. 

He crushed his cigarette under his shoe and clicked his tongue. Kisaki would skin him alive if he even brought up the dreaded ‘D’ word. 

The head of Toman would surely revoke his request for a legal separation, never mind that your injuries may hinder you from falling pregnant. Surely with the extent of your disabilities, you would not be in prime shape to carry a child—that crossed out your one advantage in this marriage. 

I fucking hate this. You were his ball and chain, and Hanma wished he could storm into the room and smother your broken form with a pillow if only it could ease the guilt eroding away at his facade. The guilt of letting Kisaki down—an emotion he wished he could wash away with more alcohol, but unfortunately for him, he was stuck with babysitting duty. 

The doctor told him that your condition was stable and that he could visit the next morning. Thank fucking god. He didn’t know how long he could linger around this hospital, pulling a fake long face everytime some kindly nurse glanced his way. 

His phone beeped with a message and he glanced down at the screen.

My Ichika ❤: Where are you? 

Another message. 

My Ichika ❤: I miss you, Daddy. 

Hanma’s heart doubled in speed when he clicked open the attachment she sent with her last message. The little plunging red bralette he bought for her could barely cover up her nipples, those pretty buds he loved tugging with his teeth to elicit her moans already pebbling underneath the lacy material. She had smartly left her face out of the picture, keeping the lines of her body the main focus. 

His mouth went dry at the sight of her red-painted nails teasing the band of her fire engine hued panties, the cute little bow pinched between her thumb and forefinger. 

Hanma felt his cock stir, and the orgasm you had cruelly ripped away from him before your little temper tantrum reared its head. He needed to be buried in her; he needed to feel Ichika’s warm walls around him. 

Fuck it. He glanced at your room. The doctor did say no visitors were allowed until the next morning. Hanma just had to be discreet. Pocketing his phone, he made sure to linger at the lip of your door, touching his palm to the cool wood and turning around with a dejected sigh. 

The facade worked. A nurse walking past gave him a smile of pity. He returned her gesture with a nod, eyes cast low to the ground. 

Once he was far away from your ward, Hanma whipped his phone back out.

Get ready for me, pretty girl. Daddy’s coming home. 

The sheets were stained with his sweat and his girlfriend’s cum, her body a snug fit on top of his as they both caught their breaths. 

“You’re so tense,” her breathy whisper caressed the shell of his ear and Hanma fought the urge to roll his eyes. 

A pretty one, but not exactly the brightest tool in the shed. 

Harumi Ichika, Kisaki’s dedicated secretary and a lifelong employee of Toman spread her bare, shapely legs and he settled in between them with a hum. 

“Anyone would be if they had to go after a stupid brat,” he sniffed. Her pretty red nails scratched his chest lightly and numbed some of the irritation he felt at how this night was going. As your husband, Shuji had to put up a front that he was concerned for your wellbeing, and he had no doubt he would be spending hours in the hospital bored out of his wits so that word of your mistreatment did not reach your father. 

After all, he had a deal to make good on, and had to keep up pretenses. 

Her pretty brown eyes appraised him, and that mole on her left breast begged for his lips to touch it. Just as he was about to roll her on top of him so he could cheekily mouth at her nipples, a knock on the door jarred him from the fog of lust. She tightened her hold on him, and he threw the blanket over her, the migraine he nursed for half of the night spiking back up at knowledge of who it was on the other end. 

“Come in.” 

Bald and stocky, Kisaki’s top bodyguard pried the door opened. 

“Hanma-san,” Iroto bowed his head, averting his eyes out of respect to not leer at his superior’s lover and her bare, naked body entwined in the sheets. 

The taste of heavenly respite Ichika offered him turned sour on his tongue and Hanma’s fingers twitched, aching to grab his trusty gun and lodge a bullet into this bastard’s head for interrupting his precious time with the love of his life.

“This better be good.” His low tone spoke volumes of his deadly intent. 

Iroto bowed his head once more. Another beat of silence and Hanma’s fingers twitched again. 

“Your wife, sir,” his words tightened the band of dread in the reaper’s chest. “She is awake.” 

Ah. So you finally decided to join the world of the living. Good. At least he could count on Kisaki not mauling him from one end of the room to the other based on this latest development. 

“But there seems to a problem.” 

Hanma’s thoughts skidded to a halt and beside him, Ichika’s shoulders grew tighter. He raised one perfectly groomed brow. “Oh. What problem is there? She is awake, is she not? Don’t tell me—“ he giggled with no mirth. “She’s fucking lost her wits?” 

Iroto paled and the joking edge in his tone dwindled into apprehension when his subordinate struggled with the next bit of news. “We’ve just received word from the doctors,” another pause.

“Your wife has lost all her memories.” 

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[thekillingmoonmoon]

one | an encounter

don’t call it a fight when you know it’s a war

Pairing: Toman Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader / minor Kisaki x Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, blood, violence, death, guns, sex work, “infidelity”, Reader is as off the rails as Hanma Chapter specific warnings: Reader is a sex worker, discussion of sex work, discussion of violence, blood, Hanma being feral.

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#TheCityAU

Your life ended the day you were sold to Toman. Your life as the eldest daughter of a Yakuza Legend ended, but you lived on, as the forgotten property of Kisaki Tetta. Forgotten, abandoned, until Hanma Shuji stumbled, bloody, beaten, and laughing, into your boring world.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Honestly, have you seen Smiley? He’s gorgeous. I wouldn’t mind having him every day,” a girl tittered, causing the other women to hush and hum.  “Yeah, but does he bring you any gifts? Koko brought me a new bag last week, all because I blew him in the car before that big meeting,” another chimed in, shaking her sparkling hands, adorned with jewels brought in as offerings by all her favourite customers. You sighed into your tea, wondering when your bedroom had become the impromptu meeting place of all the girls in the brothel. Women lay draped over every available inch of space, all bedecked in lace and frills, their tits barely covered as they spilt out over their glittering bras and dresses.   “That’s just because you haven’t had Inui’s cock,” a girl spoke, “once you’ve had that, shit like jewellery and new clothes don’t matter anymore!” “Really?” came the coos and questions, long smooth legs kicking languidly in the air. To anyone who was unaware of where they were, it would be like a little girl’s sleepover, except that everyone present was well past the age of teenage innocence and naivete. The pink was still there, in all shades of neon and fuchsia, leaving your room looking like a garden of psychedelic roses. 

You were just about to ask them to leave, to grant you a few hours of peace to do something besides talk about Toman’s top dogs and how they spent their lives (and their money) between your girls’ thighs. You had filing to do, and your monthly stipend was due next week. Your little sister’s school had just increased its fees, and you sighed, already preparing yourself for a month of tight budgeting and two-minute noodles. Thank God your owner was never around, you doubted you could do much besides bat your lashes before passing out from exhaustion, never mind servicing him with your body.

The door slammed open. He was huge. And bloody. His tie hung in a loose noose around his neck, his crisp white shirt stained scarlet in pretty patches down his side. His jacket was thrown haphazardly over his shoulders, equally coloured crimson by blood and lord knows what else.

 “Hello ladies,” he grinned, a glob of blood still trickling down his cheek. His glasses had slid down his nose, splattered so that he couldn’t see through the lenses. His hair tumbled to one side in a cascade of black and gold curls, raked boyishly to one side and smeared with detritus. “Girls, out.” You instructed, unfolding yourself from your bed. Who was this? You cycled through the various faces you'd seen come through the brothel doors over the last six months. The women were quick to react, scuffling upwards and shuffling out the door without a word, eyes wide as they stared at the intruder. He squinted at each girl as they walked past him, ducking below his outstretched arms until you were the only one left in the room. “Where’s Kandi? You know, with a ‘K’,” he slurred slightly, and you could see that one of his eyes had begun to swell blue. You gulped. This man was dangerous. “She left, last month,” you recalled the previous owner of this room. Oh, he was just lost. Just what kind of business was Kandi running that half-beaten and bloody men came storming into her rooms after 3 in the morning? “What? Fuck, man, she had a good cunt,” he gangled over to your couch and threw himself down with a huff. You groaned inwardly, that was real suede. “She was shit with bandages, but she had cute tits,” he mumbled, “what happened to her?” he tilted his head, somehow genuinely interested. You reached under your bed and pulled out a box. “She got bought out, one of the Toman men… Shiba? I think his name was Shiba. She said she’s having his baby.” You plonked the box on the table beside your couch. “So that kid and I have the same taste in broads, who would have thought?” he murmured beneath his breath. You pulled a towel out of your cupboard.

 “Get up and strip,” you instructed, missing the wide honey-eyed look he gave you. “Say that again, doll?” His voice dropped, but you held your ground. “Get up and take off your shirt, you’re staining my couch,” you commanded, looking up at him and raising your brows. Awkwardly, he stood. “Look, you ain’t exactly my type of woman, sweetheart,” he lied, looking over you, all dressed up with nowhere to go. He wondered what you wore beneath the silky satin of your bathrobe and would be sorely disappointed by the sensible cotton briefs and bralette you actually wore.  “What does that have to do with the fact that you’re bleeding?” you asked, throwing the towel over the couch and tucking it in place. You turned to face the stranger and reached for his shirt. You paused, only now noticing the supple straps of his gun harness around his shoulders. You shrugged, undoing the buckle that spanned across his broad chest.

“What’s your name?” he asked, staring down at you as you calmly began to unbutton his shirt. He hissed when you pulled the sticky fabric away from his torso. “D’ya want my real name or my alias?” you answered, standing on tiptoe to shuck his harness off his shoulders along with his shirt. You dumped the fabric onto the floor in a carmine colour heap and took his harness to hang it over a chair. You quickly slipped the gun from its holster and, with the gangster looking on in shock, unloaded the bullet magnum and switched the gun back onto safety with practised ease. “Both,” he breathed, quietly watching as you moved around him. You acted calm, but he could see the slight tremor in your hands as you grabbed a dish of warm water from your bathroom with a handful of rags. You gave your name, your surname ringing distant bells in the stranger’s memory. “But they call me Princess around here,” you wet a rag and with a gentle hand on his shoulder, willed the stranger to sit on your now-protected couch.

The stranger looked you over, suddenly entranced as you knelt between his knees. There, bathed in the lilac glow of the LED lights above your bed, you truly looked like royalty. He studied the planes of your face. You seemed to glow; hair neatly pulled back from your face as you looked over his body. “You not gonna ask who I am?” he suddenly asked. You shook your head, “It’s safer if I don’t know who you are, right?” you replied. He smiled. Clever girl. “I’m Hanma Shuji, from Toman,” he waited for your response. You paused, briefly, just enough for him to notice.  “The Reaper?” you clarified, and he nodded, “That’s me.” He waited for the awe, for the coos and wide-eyed stare, for the hand to make its way to the front of his pants. But instead, you just plopped a wet cloth on his skin. “Then how’d you get so beat up? Aren’t you meant to be good?” He leaned forward, into your space,

 “But I am good, doll,” he whispered, his honey sweet voice dropping dark and trickling in treacle streaks over your skin. You suppressed a shiver. “Ten fuckers tried to jump me on the way over, can you believe?” he smiled, and you could see the glimmer of his teeth in the low light. You unconsciously smiled back, close-mouthed but still softly grinning at the man. “Lemme guess, they got a surprise?” “If you call a fuckin’ fist to the face a surprise, doll.” “Well, it would be if you were expecting your target to come quietly,” you shrugged.  “You saying they expected me to come quietly? Me?” He giggled at you, “they must be crazy then.” “Not nearly as crazy as you,” you commented, dipping some cotton in alcohol and dabbing it on the gash between his ribs, the red spilling over the spidery script of his tattoos. He hissed in surprise. “I’m not as crazy as you are though, you should be scared of me, sweetheart,” he cooed, leaning forward to cup your jaw. He forced you to look at him, honeyed gold greeting the unwavering steel of your gaze. He smiled widely, loving the way your pupils dilated at the crazed look in his eyes.  “I never claimed to be sane, Mr Hanma,” you retorted, a sly grin sliding across your face at the glimmer in his eyes. He was beautiful. Beautiful, and dangerous. He let your face go and you got back to dabbing at his wounds with the blood-soaked rags.

“I’m gonna have to sew this fucker up,” you tapped at the deep scratch across his pectoral. He looked down in confusion, giving you a puppy-like pout. “Is it that bad?” You prodded at the wound,  “Yeah,” you ignored his groan of pain, “looks like someone brought a knife to your gunfight, Mr Hanma,” you commented. You got up and made your way over to your shelves. You retrieved the bottle of amber ambrosia and a glass. You opened the bottle for the first time, a naïve purchase you’d made on the off chance that your keeper ever came to give you a visit. You poured a generous two fingers of the whisky and handed it to Hanma. He gulped down half the liquid. “Twasn’t a gunfight, doll. Just a good fucking fight,” he grinned, you looked at him from the side, remembering how cold the barrel of the gun had been in your hands. Seems like he was telling the truth. “What happened to the men who attacked you?” you asked, threading a needle with surgical precision and steadying yourself against his arm before beginning the procedure.

 At this point you were half in his lap, half-clambered up onto the couch, your one leg slung over his spreadeagled thigh and your full bodyweight pressed down on his chest to keep your hands static as they looped the thread through his skin. Hanma clenched his teeth, his one hand coming up behind your back to grip at the sash of your gown. His hand was huge, his palm warm and broad over the small of your back. Your breath tickled his neck, your skin so achingly close to his exposed chest. He wondered what you would feel like, what noises you would make if he closed the distance between you if you would let him take advantage of you. But you paid him no mind, biting on your lip in concentration as you began to suture up the wound.

“Why, doll? Scared I’ll get jumped the minute I leave?” He cooed, trying to get a reaction from you. You raised your brows at him. “No.” You fibbed, instead wiping away the trickle of blood spilling from the stitches, “I’m worried they might come for the girls if they know you came here,”  “Oh,” the pout was almost palpable, almost. But he looked over your head taking in the open files lying around on your bed. “I thought Koko was meant to manage this place, don’t tell me he’s leaving this shit to his girls.”  “I’m not one of his girls,” you said simply, “so you can rest assured, Mr Hanma, Mr Kokonoi just his hands full,” full of money and gifts for the girls you grinned to yourself, wondering how much they had managed to scam out of the man this month. “You’re not one of his girls?” Hanma raised a brow at you. You were a whore, he was sure. From the room on the top floor of the brothel to the sweet scent of sex you exuded as you sat on his lap, you were a whore. A royal whore, but a whore, nonetheless. You shook your head. “I’m ‘kept’,” you explained, tying off the end of the wound and dabbing at the seam with more alcohol. “Ah, well then, sweetheart, who’s your keeper?” Maybe he could convince them to let him have a turn with you, that or threaten them into handing you over. You shifted off his lap, leaving him suddenly cold and slightly anxious. You scrounged in the box full of bandages and medicine.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you shot back, the name of your keeper burning bile in your throat. You swallowed down the venom you wished to spit out. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this situation, If it weren’t for him, you’d be happy playing house at home with your little sister, looking after your father as he lived out the last of his glory days. Instead, you were here, putting a stranger back together in your room in a brothel. You returned with a set of butterfly bandages, settling yourself over his thigh once more. You tapped Hanma’s cheek, getting him to tilt his head towards you. You got to cleaning the gash just below his eye. Up close, he was honey gold, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, his hair swept up and back out of the way of your work. His hair looked soft despite the dye job, falling in a tumble of curls over the rim of his glasses, which you neatly removed and tucked into his open palm. 

“But I do want to know, sugar,” Hanma hummed, “I wanna know who’s leaving such a tasty treat like you all alone on a Friday night,” he reached up to curl your hair back behind your ear, twitching as you dabbed a bit too hard at his wound. You raised an eyebrow at him, “I thought I wasn’t your type?”  “I lied, sweetheart. It’s what I do,” he grinned, his hand finding itself softly gripping at your hip, Sin spanned over the silk of your nightgown as if he owned you. “Clearly,” you sniffed, “stay still,” you laid butterfly bandages across the gash, carefully bringing the edges of the wound together before laying down the sticky material. “Yes, ma’am,” he smiled, causing the wound to split open and you pinched his cheek. “I said, ‘stay still’,” you grumbled, readjusting the bandages once more.  “Yes, yes,” he waved you off, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of your hip, and he hissed through clenched teeth as you wiped the area clean with alcohol.

 “Since when does a whore know first aid?” he rumbled, his hand keeping you still on his lap. You began cleaning up his other wounds.  “Since she grew up putting idiot gangsters like you back together,” you retorted. “Ouch, doll, not all of us are idiots,” he sidled, his thumb now rubbing soft circles into the satin silk of the robe. You resisted the urge to melt under his touch, to melt into him, despite it being so long since anyone had touched you, let alone held you. This man was deadly, you reminded yourself. He was a snake with flowers blooming from its mouth, each thorn dripping venom despite the beauty. You knew the danger those fangs posed, and you be damned if you would willingly submit yourself to his bite.  “Only idiots get this fucked,” you poked at the scratch you’d stitched back together, giving him a cheeky smile when he winced. “You should see the other guys,” Hanma bragged, “they’re not fuckin’ sitting around with pretty girls on their laps, that’s for sure,” he beamed at you, the sharp edge of his canines glinting in the lilac light spilling over the pair of you. You frowned, “And you won’t be either if you carry on with that,” you gestured to his roaming hands, immediately causing him to stop, his fingertips brushing over the top of your thighs, barely skimming beneath your robe to touch the soft skin below. He craved to grab you then, to take you, fuck whoever it was that ‘kept’ you. They clearly weren’t doing a good job, considering how neat and plain your room looked. Not a single jewel glittering in the trinket tray at your mirror, not a single scrap of silk lined the bed, leaving swathes of plain cotton to Hanma’s wandering stare.

“Fucker doesn’t ‘keep’ you very well, does he?” he commented, immediately feeling you freeze above him. You gulped. “He ‘keeps’ me alive, Mr Hanma, I think I should be grateful at least for that,” you mumbled, thinking back to the day you arrived here, the cold barrel of a gun prodding harshly at your back. You remember the scorn in your keeper’s voice, the way he kicked you to the floor in front of the new building that was to be your home. He was sickened by you, apparently, as if you’d asked to be sold off to him as his mistress in the first place. You scoffed to yourself. “I’m lucky enough to have been forgotten, Mr Hanma,” you pried yourself loose from his huge hands, sliding backwards and finding your feet. You stood holding out your hand to help him up “and I’d prefer to remain ‘forgotten’, do you understand?”

He towered above you, tall and foreboding, the shadow he cast onto you long and lean. He wrapped a single hand around your throat, Punishment loosely holding your jaw up to look into his golden eyes. Slowly, carefully, Hanma leaned down, placing a feather-light kiss upon your cheek. You flinched, unused to the ticklish sensation of his skin against yours. “But, doll, how the hell could I ever forget you?”

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Hello darlings!

Due to my wee hiatus, I managed to miss my blog’s anniversary, my 350 follower milestone and I’ve barely made it back in time for my birthday. So, I’m throwing one huge celebration to say thank you. Thank you for supporting me, and thank you so so so much for sticking around til I came back

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THE CONTESTANTS

jujutsu kaisen

1. ceremonials

looking for heaven, found the devil in me

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood, violence, death, religion, mlm (the geto x gojo is strong) Length: 5+ chapters #CeremonialsAU It's been ten years since Riko died. Ten years, and the Church of Light has fallen into a darkness that even the Holy Sun and Moon fail to illuminate. The Church is waning, and it needs the power of to Star Maiden to survive, the power it so tragically lost a decade before. But much has changed since Riko was chosen as the Star. Shadows run through the veins of the Church, tainting the blood of its proselytes, corrupting even the light of their Messiahs.

And you have been chosen. The new Star. The Holy Maiden chosen to lead the Celestial Church back into the Heavenly light. Despite the fractures in your own glow. Despite the shadows lurking in the wake of your new comrades.

2. cherry wine

Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing.

Pairing: Vampire!Choso x Vampire Bride! Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, blood, death, strong themes of religion, death, blood, Length: 5+ chapters #CherryWineAU There is a castle, high on the mountains above the town, where the Lord lives. No-one knows his name, but the townspeople fear him, fear the dark, fear the thought of him in the dark. He is to be your husband, he is to be your death.

3. cigarette daydreams

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall

Pairing: Bodyguard!Fushiguro Toji x Naoya’s Fiance!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood, violence, death, “infidelity”, misogyny Length: 5+ chapters #CigaretteDaydreamsAU

Toji has nothing to live for. No wife, his kid sold off, and no job. Until he gets a call from the people he hates the most, the Zen’ins. You’re sweet, a little bit naive, and about to be dragged into the worst family in Jujutsu history. But will Toji escort you to your doom?

4. bad reputation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Pairing: Biker!Sukuna x Stripper!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, descriptions of violence Length: 3 chapters  #RoadhouseBluesAU His name burns, scorching your tongue hotter than his kiss. You know better than to follow Sukuna into his Hell, but what if you fall for the flame?

tokyo revengers

1. the city

don't call it a fight when you know it's a war

Pairing: Toman Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader / minor Kisaki x Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, blood, violence, death, guns, sex work, “infidelity”, Reader is as off the rails as Hanma Length: 5+ chapters #TheCityAU Your life ended the day you were sold to Toman. Your life as the eldest daughter of a Yakuza Legend ended, but you lived on, as the forgotten property of Kisaki Tetta. Forgotten, abandoned, until Hanma Shuji stumbled, bloody, beaten, and laughing, into your boring world.

2. wishlist

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up

Pairing: Bassist! Akashi Takeomi x Fem! Reader / a little Guitarist! Wakasa x fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, childhood friends to lovers, idiots in love, brief descriptions of violence, brief descriptions of drugs, grunge Length: 5 chapters #WishlistAU The Black Dragons started as a dream, a dream born in the Shinichiro’s grease-stained motorcycle workshop, born between beaten-up machine parts and the strings of Shin’s old guitar. Now, the Black Dragons are legends, returning home after a record-breaking world tour. Five years have changed you, but your childhood crush on Takeomi hasn’t.

3. villains of circumstance

There's no magic bullet, no cure for pain What's done is done, 'til you do it again Life in pursuit of a nameless prey I've been so close, I'm so far away It's so hard to explain, so easy to feel I need you now, nothing is real Save me from the villains of circumstance Before I lose my place

Pairing: 1920s Gangster! Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader (character to be decided) Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, drugs, sex work and death Length: 5+ chapters #VillainsOfCircumstanceAU There is a life of gold and glamor deep in the grease and grime of the downtown districts. There is no law, only the lawless, and the lowlife gangsters who run the show. Lowlifes, murderers, and thieves, and you’ve never been in better company. Because here, in the darkness and the dirt, you can fulfil your dreams and desires. [same format as RoadhouseBlues AU]

4. gun in my hand

Why did love put a gun in my hand? Oh, was it for redemption? Was it for revenge?

Pairing: Bonten! Hitto Kakucho x Undercover Detective! Fem!Reader x Tachibana Naoto Warnings: NSFW, smut, violence, guns, drugs, death, Sanzu, grief, blood, mental health Length: 5+ chapters #GunInMyHandAU They took your partner, so you’ll take down their entire world. With the help of your friend, and fellow detective, Tachibana Naoto, you infiltrated Japan’s most dangerous organisation, Bonten. With the sole goal of tearing Sano Mikey’s empire apart from the inside, you find yourself rapidly losing touch with yourself and your morality as you get more and more entangled with the organisation’s earnest third-in-command

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jujutsu kaisen!

Sweet and right and merciful I’m all but washed In the tide of her breathing.

Pairing: Vampire!Choso x Vampire Bride! Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, blood, death, strong themes of religion, death, blood, Length: 5+ chapters #CherryWineAU There is a castle, high on the mountains above the town, where the Lord lives. No-one knows his name, but the townspeople fear him, fear the dark, fear the thought of him in the dark. He is to be your husband, he is to be your death.

tokyo revengers:

don’t call it a fight when you know it’s a war

Pairing: Toman Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader / minor Kisaki x Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, blood, violence, death, guns, sex work, “infidelity”, Reader is as off the rails as Hanma Length: 5+ chapters #TheCityAU Your life ended the day you were sold to Toman. Your life as the eldest daughter of a Yakuza Legend ended, but you lived on, as the forgotten property of Kisaki Tetta. Forgotten, abandoned, until Hanma Shuji stumbled, bloody, beaten, and laughing, into your boring world.

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