#female hajime

[kuzuhina-lover]

Gender bent Kuzuhina as this 😈😈😈

it looks so silly on its side

anyways don't lisyen to me ever again if i say im doing dangantober

[mizumi-kahago-art]

Female Mermaid Hajime

Remember the sketch practice from last week? I finally found an outline pen to achieve that effect I was looking for. Tho lining like this is extremely exhausting so I stick to my usual style most of the time.

Other than that, I felt like drawing this design I had in mind for a while. Because there’s Fem Hinanami Pirate AU Brainrot going on. I wanna write a one-shot fic, but I don’t have substantial enough plot for it.

Also Mermay foreshadowing?

[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑀𝑦 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑧, 𝑓𝑡. 𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑈𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑠 ♪

༺ Property Of Bonten ༻

Oneshot ~ All Of Hybrid Bonten x Female Reader

Summary ~ You find three exotic cat hybrids knocked out in a random alleyway on your way to your car, so you take them home, unaware of who they truly are.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho, Kokonoi Hajime, Akashi Takeomi, and the Haitani Brothers

Extra Notes ~ This is by far the best one shot I’ve ever written, in my opinion.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

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

You grunt as you walk into your living room, kicking the door shut behind you as the limp body weighs heavily on your back. You walk to your bedroom, setting the male next to the other two hybrids you had found injured in an alleyway on your way to your car.

Once you release the male on the bed, you stretch your back, a satisfying crack reaching your ears. You sigh as you examine the three strangers lying asleep on your bed.

The male on the far left is curled in a fetal position, claws slightly protruding from the hands that lie near his face. Tiger ears are flat against his head, silky dark hair pulled into a loose bun, two blonde strands lying over his face. A striped tail shapes the back of his legs. You find the minor twitches of his body cute, the tattoo on his neck clashing with the innocent features.

Lying in the middle of your bed is a platinum-haired man with lion ears poking through his head. He is the only one in the room wearing casual clothing, and he is the shortest hybrid. His claws also slightly protrude from his nail beds. He sleeps on his back, one hand next to his face while the other lies flat on the surface. The lion’s tail is curled over his own body.

You notice the darkness under his eyes, indicating that this might be the best sleep he’s had in a while despite the circumstances. You figure they must be businessmen of some sort, considering two of the hybrids wear suits. You have no clue why they were lying on the ground of an alley, but you know it probably wasn’t because they wanted to.

The hybrid on the right is lying on the right side of his body. His arms mimic the tiger’s position, though farther from his mouth. Patterned, pierced ears protrude behind the bangs that rest over his forehead, while the rest of his hair drapes over his shoulders. The jaguar’s tail is curved behind him, low purrs emerging from his chest.

After observing the cats, you grab some clothes to change into. Once you rid yourself of the work clothes you’d worn from the DVD shop where you worked, you snatch a blanket from your closet and head to the living room. You decide to wait until morning to give them time to wake up so you can send them home.

Light shines through the cracked curtains of your living room. You groan as you feel the ache in your back from sleeping on the couch, eyelids cracking open as you’re brought to reality. Your body jolts as golden pecs catch you by surprise.

You lean on your elbows, eyeing the tiger hovering over you. Your eyebrows furrow as you take in the man standing over your figure. You wonder how long he’s been standing there.

“C—can I help you?” you ask the male, who eyes you with an unreadable expression.

Hybrids are known to be intimidating creatures within society because of their halfling abilities that regular humans do not have. Although they live alongside your species, some are known to be aggressive. It was easier to make the decision to help them when they were asleep. Now, you have no idea what to expect. You realize you may not have thought this through, but you couldn’t leave them out in the open with the creeps who prey on their vulnerabilities.

Your eyes widen as you feel a hard object press against the top of your head, the culprit cocking the gun against you. Your eyes shift upward as you lean your head back.

The pink-haired jaguar stands over you with piercing blue eyes, his bright eyelashes fluttering as he blinks. He gives you a cold stare, his unreadable expression leaving you as frozen in place as the weapon. His ears are flat against his head.

“Who are you?” the tiger asks softly, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stares down at you. Despite his calm composure, his tail thrashes behind him.

“My name is Y/n. I found you three in a random alley and brought you here,” you reply cautiously.

“Why did you bring us here?” The jaguar’s sharper tone cuts through the air.

“Because you were clearly knocked out against your will. It would’ve been dangerous for me to leave you in such a vulnerable position,” you respond truthfully.

You keep your gaze brief, blinking and looking away, knowing that staring into their eyes could make them feel threatened—something you definitely don’t want to do with a gun to your head.

Your heart thumps against your chest as you stare ahead, anxiety tightening your chest and covering your arms in goosebumps.

The tiger lets out a soft chuckle, almost amused, though there’s a lingering edge to it. “Couldn’t leave us, huh?”

He glances over his shoulder at the jaguar, who’s still holding the gun, his blue eyes cold and calculating. “What do you think, Sanzu? Should we be flattered?”

“Flattered?” Sanzu snorts, his grip on the weapon tightening. “She’s probably just stupid, Kazutora.”

“Hey,” Kazutora says, tossing a playful grin at Sanzu before returning his gaze to you. “Don’t listen to him. He’s cranky when he wakes up. Though…” His golden eyes narrow slightly. “He’s not wrong about it being stupid. You don’t know us. You don’t know what we’re capable of.”

The sound of footsteps interrupts the tense conversation, and your chest tightens as the lion hybrid steps into the room.

His gaze shifts to you, and you feel frozen under the weight of it. He steps closer, his lion’s tail curling behind him as his eyes narrow slightly.

“You brought us here?” he asks, his tone quiet but firm.

You nod, your throat dry. “Yes. I found you in an alley. You were unconscious, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“We can’t stay here,” The male states, his expression tired as he begins to walk to the front door. “Grab her.”

Your eyes widened at his command. You immediately tense, your upper body fully upright as you grip your blanket.

“You can’t just take me with you! I have to work in a couple of hours and—!”

The boss’s gaze snaps back to you, his eyes cold with a flicker of his ear. “You made your choice when you brought us here.”

Claws wrap around your wrist before tugging you from the couch. They drag you out of the apartment behind the lion, in your pajamas and all. Your eyebrows furrow at the black SUV that awaits your arrival.

You are currently sitting on the long glass table, your legs cuffed in front of you, along with your cuffed wrists resting on your lap. You can feel the cold of the surface through the fabric of your pajama bottoms.

Your eyes are wide, with a concerned expression plastered on your face. You glance at all of the men sitting around you, the hybrids examining the human in front of them.

Sitting on the left side of you were two snow leopards and a black panther hybrid. The male on the left end had his back curved while resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His claws are protruding from his nail beds, a heavy-lidded gaze fixed on your form. His hair is styled in a mullet, a black symbol embedded on the front of his neck.

The taller leopard sat to the right of the shorter man. His ear flicked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as well as his legs. He wore the same purple-eyed gaze, as well as the symbol on his neck. His hair was a shorter style, gelled neatly on his head. You could see his tail poking from behind him as it swayed slowly.

The male on the far right had black ears protruding from his head, black bangs falling over his face. He had a large scar crossing one side of his forehead. His expression was unreadable as he sat with his back leaning against the chair, sitting in the same position as the leopard beside him but with his legs apart. The most interesting part about his appearance was the heterochromic irises that eyed your form.

Sitting to the right of you was a caracal hybrid and the tiger you met earlier. The unknown, black-eared cat had an iPad in his hand, swiping a claw against the screen as his slanted eyes focused on the device in front of him. His eyes were slanted, with white hair draping over one side of his shoulder. The other side of his head was shaven, with a black tattoo on his scalp resembling the same symbol as the males who had the ink drawn on their necks.

When you were brought in, there was an older jaguar who sat at the end of the table nearest to the door. You could smell the burning fumes of a lit cigar swirling through the atmosphere. His hair was slicked back, and the same patterned ears as Sanzu’s stood upright. You remember his tail swaying lazily as he leaned back in his chair.

“This is the human who kidnapped us,” Kazutora teased with a smirk.

The taller snow leopard hummed with mild amusement, a low rumble escaping his chest. “Kidnapped you, huh? Like stray kittens?” he responded. A smirk grows on his face, fangs appearing. “That’s cute.”

The snow leopard beside him clicked his tongue. “More like reckless,” he muttered, his gaze not leaving you.

“What kind of person drags three unconscious hybrids into their home? Were you even thinking?” The panther questioned with genuine curiosity.

“Clearly not. What a naive human,” the older man behind you states.

“I didn’t know what else to do. They were all just lying there, unconscious. I couldn’t leave them out on the street,” you say in defense.

“How… noble of you,” the caracal sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I doubt you understand what you’ve done. It’s up to Mikey now.”

At this point, you’re beginning to regret your actions. Had they not wanted to be saved? How were you supposed to know?

The energy of the room became tense when the door clicked open behind you. Your head turned in the direction of the lion and jaguar walking into the room. The shorter man sat down in the chair at the end of the table in front of you. Sanzu took the seat next to the caracal hybrid.

Mikey’s gaze was cold and unrelenting, though his demeanor remained calm. His ears stood upright as he sat cross-legged in the chair, his arms resting over his lap. His tail draped over his left leg. Sanzu eyed you with a similar expression to the snow leopards, though his was sharper.

“I didn’t mean to start anything. I just want to go home,” you say to the boss, pleading with your eyes.

For the first time in your life, you miss your job. You’d rather be there than stuck here with these intimidating halflings.

“You’re not leaving,” he states. Your eyes widen at the declaration.

“But why? I won’t say anything!”

“You know too much,” he replies, his voice eerily calm.

“Kakucho,” Mikey says, the panther nodding before turning his attention to you.

“I found the culprits who drugged them. It was a setup that Kazutora, Sanzu, and Mikey walked into. If you hadn’t intervened when you did, the humans would’ve come back to finish the job,” Kakucho explains.

“Believe it or not, the boss is grateful for what you’ve done. So, he’s giving you two options,” Kakucho begins, his tone stern. “You can either stay at headquarters, or you can leave with a bullet in your head.”

You gasp at the so-called options you’ve been given. Can you even count them as choices? You look the lion directly in the eyes.

“Look, I get that I might know more than I should and I’ve seen too much, but these options are complete bullshit,” you hiss in frustration. The caracal’s eyes widen, and a few of the other members react with surprise.

“You don’t understand. Why the hell would I snitch on you when that would just get me killed? Do you really think I wouldn’t be happy just to go home and live my normal life?”

“Are you crazy?” the man behind you hissed.

“She’s out of her mind,” the taller snow leopard said, his voice laced with bewilderment.

“What an idiot,” the shorter one muttered, arms crossed as he cast you a disdainful glance.

“Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Kakucho asked, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Our king gives you a proposition, and you shit on it? Who do you think you are?” Sanzu snapped, his tail thrashing behind him and his ears twisted back against his head. There was a crazed shimmer in his eyes as he scowled at you.

Kazutora and the caracal watched you with quizzical stares, their expressions unreadable but no less piercing.

“Enough,” Mikey said, his tone as calm as it had been throughout the entire discussion.

“Would you like to die, Y/n?” he asked, his gaze unrelenting. You already knew where this was headed. You shook your head in response.

“Then this meeting is over,” he declared.

A couple of months have passed since you were forced to stay within Bonten’s shared estate. You never expected to live within a domain of hybrid criminals, but here you are. It has been a lot smoother than you expected. You’ve become quite acquainted with the men, having nothing else to do but get situated within your new circumstances.

Although everything has been as smooth as it can be, you were upset about no longer having your own phone or apartment. The caracal, Kokonoi, bought you a new phone—one with parental controls to keep an eye on what you do in case you rat them out. Your social media use was limited since you weren’t allowed to post anything, not that you did much anyway.

You missed having your own place despite having your own spacious bedroom. At least the view of the city below was beautiful. As for your time in the estate, you’ve become quite the unpaid maid, but out of your own will.

Considering you don’t have any responsibilities, you’ve picked up some habits such as cleaning, cooking (to the best of your abilities), crafting (supplied by Kokonoi), and anything else you can possibly use to pass the time.

“You know,” Kazutora begins as he finishes chewing his food. “You’re like a mom.” His ears are straight up, his tail curved at the end.

You raise an eyebrow at his statement after grabbing his plate from the counter. It’s just you and him in the penthouse, the rest of the men on a mission while he’s on watch duty for you.

“A mom? What do you mean?” you question with genuine confusion.

“Actually, I mean a housewife,” he says while looking up in contemplation, his hair draping over his shoulders. He wears casual attire as he sits at the bar.

“I am not like a housewife. I don’t have anything else to do, so why not be useful?” you shrug in response, finishing wiping the dish before placing it in the dishwasher.

“Doesn’t matter. You still do the work,” he says. “I think it’s cute,” he smirks.

Heat rushes to your face, but you blow it off by rolling your eyes.

“Shut up,” you respond as you pull your phone out of your pocket, heading out of the kitchen and into the living room to sit on the couch.

You ignore the purring tiger who lies on your lap. Kazutora seems to be the most warmed up to you. He’s very touchy and always wants head caresses. Ever since that one moment you both had a couple of weeks ago, he’s been very affectionate.

You heard curses and crashes coming from down the hall of your bedroom. It caused you to throw the covers off your lower body before walking towards the sound. You knew it had to be the tiger; everyone else had been busy with their work.

You follow the growling and thuds as you reach the door.

“Kazutora?” you call out cautiously.

You had no clue why you were even bothering with this. You always have to be captain-save-a-hoe and put yourself in situations to help.

You couldn’t deny your people-pleaser tendencies. At least you were aware of them. Despite the circumstances, you did feel a sense of obligation in helping the men, considering they kept you alive when they didn’t have to. Not that it’s a privilege.

The door shoots open to reveal an enraged Kazutora. His eyes are teary as his ears are twisted backward and flat against his head. His hair is messily pulled back, and he’s breathing hard, fangs out. His tail is thrashing behind him, and his pupils are dilated.

Although he looked scary, you couldn’t deny the pull in your being. He looked so vulnerable and broken. You genuinely couldn’t help but feel bad for whatever he was going through.

“Get away from me,” he hissed, eyes squinting with rage.

In any other event, you would’ve listened. You had never wanted to act in the cringy way you see characters act in fiction or movies, but you couldn’t help but want to comfort him.

You understood the rage in his eyes. It reminded you of yourself. You’ve had very bad moments in your life, especially with your mental health. You knew that whatever was bothering him was eating him from the inside out.

“Do you need a hug?” you question, slightly awkwardly. You didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, so you decided to ask for permission. Sometimes, people just need a little boost of support from someone else.

They probably need it more in this kind of industry.

His expression shifted to shock as he eyed you. He knew you were serious. He could sniff your genuineness in the air. He could tell by examining the concerned expression on your face. The look on your face—it was beautiful.

You were surprised when arms wrapped around your waist, and moisture formed on your shoulder as he wept. Your hands wrapped around him, one caressing his head as you allowed him to use you as a crutch.

He held you tightly, secure against his body, as his tail also wrapped around you. You hadn’t known the sense of security you had given him at that moment. You were unaware of how this would significantly change your dynamic with each other.

“I wanna smoke,” he groans as you scratch his scalp, his ears and tail tensing at the sensation. "You should join me again."

“I’d like to, but last time I did, Akashi lectured me and Kakucho got upset,” you sighed. You could really use a fatty right now, and Kazutora rolls the best ones.

He turned his head to face you with an unamused expression.

“You're really gonna listen to them? Since when did you become so submissive and docile, Y/n?” he scoffed, one ear twitching.

You raised an eyebrow at his statement. “I'm not submissive or docile, Kazu. I just want to keep the peace.”

“Keep the peace,” he mocked you. “Fuck that! Smoke with me,” he said as he sat up and switched his position.

Both of his hands grasped your face as he pulled you so your noses would touch.

“Please, please, please!” he whined. You could feel his claws poking the skin on your face.

“Fine, fine, fine. But if I have to hear from them again, I'm gonna be pissed,” you groaned.

You had fallen asleep on the couch long after you both smoked a blunt. Kazutora was lying across the couch with his head propped on a pillow. You slept in his arms, something you were unaware of.

He had made sure to mix in a little wax so it would knock you out harder than usual because he wanted to hold you longer. He didn't want to risk waking you up. He held you tight against his chest as he pressed his lips against your head.

He shifted positions to pull you on top of him, your head in between his shoulder and neck with one arm on his chest. One of his hands rested on your thigh while the other was wrapped around your waist.

“You don't know what you fucking do to me, Y/n,” he groaned as his grip tightened around your body. He bit his lip as he felt his cock harden in his pants.

He’s so fucking in love with you. He’d take you right now if his boss and fellow gang members weren’t on the way home. You had no idea how you affected them. You drive them all crazy and you don’t even have the slightest idea. Such a stupid girl.

“You talked her into smoking weed again, didn’t you?”

Kakucho and Kokonoi made it home before the rest of the men. When they walked in on the display, Kakucho could tell that you had smoked just by how knocked out you were, not to mention the earthy scent filling the room. Had you been sleeping normally, you would’ve never allowed Kazutora to have you in this position.

“Of course I did,” Kazutora chuckled as Kakucho peeled you out of the tiger’s arms.

The panther’s ears twitched as his tail swayed in annoyance. He secured your arms around his neck and your legs on his sides as he held your thighs, walking you to your bedroom.

“Hope you’re ready for whatever Takeomi is gonna do to you,” he whispered as he set you on the bed.

He stared at you while you slept, reminiscing on your shared moment from a month ago. He had caught you in your bedroom crying your eyes out. You were bent over on the edge of your bed, your hands covering your face.

You only noticed him when he walked into the room, which caused you to flinch and quickly use your sleeves to wipe your eyes. He could sense your embarrassment as he sat beside you.

“No need to wipe your eyes. I’ve already seen you cry,” he said. He watched you sniff and pull yourself together before you muttered, “Whatever, I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time,” he told you, his hand softly grazing your back.

You allowed him to sit there and caress you as you glared at the floor. He didn’t say anything else, but he did stay with you for a while. One thing he learned from that moment on was that he loved to see those tears streaming down your face.

His hand covered his mouth as he felt the heat rush to his face, his gaze still on your sleeping form. He imagined your watery eyes looking up at him, pleading for him to help you. He loved to see you so vulnerable, so fragile. His fangs caught his bottom lip as he imagined you reaching for him, yearning for him.

“Goddamnit,” he whispered before walking out of the bedroom so he wouldn’t pounce on you.

It was the middle of the day, and it was the Haitani brothers’ turn to watch you. You always despised their shift, as they would always treat you like a pet. Sure, at times the brothers were funny, but all in all, they often demeaned you because of your human status.

“Come on, Y/n. Open wide!” Rin said, bringing the end of the chopsticks to your lips. You turned your head to the side to dodge him. His ears were upright as his tail curved up.

Your arms were crossed as you were forced to sit on Ran’s lap, the coffee table in front of you all as they sat on the sofa.

“How are you gonna treat me like a child with my own cooking? Did you slave away in the kitchen to feed a bunch of fucking overgrown human-cats? I didn’t think so,” you hissed with irritation.

“So much anger in such a weak body. How do you hold all of that energy, Y/n?” Ran cooed, his chin on your shoulder as his tail curled over your leg.

“Right? She’s being such a bad pet. Eat your food, Y/n. Or do I need to use my fingers?” Rin teased.

Heat rushed to your face at his statement. They smirked when they smelt your humiliation. They loved to make you feel hot. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment didn’t really matter. The brothers loved being in control of your emotions.

Despite their love of fooling around, the leopards had a deep-rooted infatuation with you. They didn’t want to admit, just yet, that it was love. However, they knew that it was something special.

“Let me go, Ran!” You gasped as you felt him nuzzle the skin of your neck, nibbling the area as he scented you.

Now that’s one thing neither of them could ever do. They could never let you go. You were just too fucking precious. Ever since you had caught them by surprise, they knew that you were special.

“You both always joke around and act like you don’t care about anything, but I know that you do. You’re probably the type of people who have thoughts racing through your mind, and yet you say nothing if it’s not playful or mockery. You’d rather act nonchalant and pretend you don’t feel things because that’s your defense. I get it, but it won’t work on me.”

Then you had the nerve to walk out of the room like you didn’t just make them freeze in their seats, staring at your figure in shock. How did you read through them? Why did you even try? How long had you been observing them to even notice?

Their lives were full of nothing but a lack of consequence, indulgence, and escapism. Despite the circumstances of your stay, you brought them a sense of normalcy. Stability. So unfortunately for you, they would never let you go.

“We should tell Koko to buy her a collar with, ‘Property of Bonten,’ on it,” Ran mused. Rin nodded in response.

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t yet, with the amount of clothes and accessories he buys her,” Rin responded before turning his attention to you. “What do you think, pet, hm? I think it would look so pretty on your neck.”

“Or she should get the Bonten symbol tattooed on her neck and match ours, don’t ya think?” Rin added.

“Oh yeah, or in the middle of her breasts,” Ran said.

“Ow!” He whined as you squeezed his tail harshly.

“Is this where you want me to put the files, Koko?” you ask for reassurance, not wanting to mess up the placement.

The caracal glanced over from his desk before nodding.

“Yes, that’s fine,” he stated. “You know, you don’t need to do anything, Y/n.”

“Oh, I know. I just really appreciate all that you do to make sure everything is organized,” you respond.

Kokonoi had been the sole provider when it came to everyone’s finances—especially yours. He kept all the files in order and did quite a bit of work that nobody else seemed to notice except for Mikey. You liked to give him the appreciation that you never saw him receive. Since you couldn’t return the gesture conventionally, you did all you could by either helping out or praising him.

You looked back at the filing cabinet, missing the heat that rushed to his face, as well as his tensed tail and ears. Despite your attitude problem, you were such a sweetheart.

Kokonoi lived in a world where everyone constantly used him for his resources and gave no thanks in return. Not only had you never asked him for anything, but you also praised him every chance you got. He didn’t know that a human could be so attentive. You paid close attention to detail, which was his favorite quality about you.

You would never know that he consistently thought about you 24/7. He had separated your financial account from everyone else’s shared account. He loved to give to you whenever he could. It even had him contemplating the Haitani brothers’ request to buy you a specialized collar. Maybe he could even buy a separate one with his name engraved on the front.

“This is so pretty! Thank you, Koko! I really love it,” you boast, eyeing the attire in the mirror.

He stood to the side with a smirk, his eyes scanning your form. He knew it would look perfect on you. You're such a fucking doll.

Sweet, sweet girl.

That's why it felt like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest, clawing the organ as he read through one of your chats on his iPad. The parental settings allowed him to monitor your text messages as they were sent to another device. And that's where he found a conversation between you and some random human male that you had deleted

Some guy from your past.

Someone who promised to help you escape.

You betrayed him.

“Ouch! Akashi, stop!” You exclaimed through tears.

You were forced to sit on the older hybrid’s lap with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You receive your punishment for having smoked with Kazutora against Takeomi’s wishes.

The cigar burned against the skin of your thigh, another bruise forming as he repeatedly pressed the stick onto the surface. The smell of burning flesh reached your nose as you yelped and cried.

“You fucking asshole! I—it hurts!”

“You can take it, Honey,” he grinned, fangs fierce as he tightened his grip.

He loved how much of a spitfire you are. He loves that you don’t follow rules. That you’re not a docile, submissive little human that bows down to those stronger than you. Not unless you’re forced to.

He loves to have a reason to punish you. That’s why he was excited when Kakucho told him exactly what you did, that fucking freak.

“If you would’ve listened then this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, right?” He continued to burn you as his claws pressed against your hip.

He absolutely loves to force you to submit to him. He loves when there is a challenge. It’s what he initially loved about you.

“Are you done mocking me, you fucking bastard?” You were fed up with his teasing. He continued to push you whenever he could with his unwanted remarks.

Takeomi’s amused expression falters for a moment. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. His eyes widen as he watches you, feeling an unfamiliar rush—a mix of fury and something else. He’s impressed, but also enraged. He leans in, his lips curling into a smirk.

“You think you can talk to me like that?” His voice is low, his tone dangerous. He watches you, calculating how much further he can push.

“If you want me to stop, you know what to do,” he growled in your ear, fangs grazing your neck.

You gasped once you felt the rock against your ass.

“Wait—okay, I won’t do it again, alright? Please, I’m sorry!” You say as you try to release his grip, anxiety striking you as you fear where this may lead.

“I don’t believe you,” he says while burning your flesh once more. A scream released from your throat in response.

Whenever he was done punishing you, Kakucho would then appear like a knight in shining armor. He’d eye your face while purring as he’d lift you up. You were so embarrassed that you would hide yourself on his shoulder as he carried you out. Kakucho and Takeomi would give each other a knowing glance.

Although they are all sick when it comes to you, the younger Jaguar takes the cake. Despite the man having the most delicate face of them all, he was the most sadistic. You feared him the most aside from Mikey.

“S—sanzu, please,” you slurred, tears streaming down your face as the drug in your system caused you to feel heightened anxiety.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your face as he lay on top of you, missionary style.

Despite both of your clothes being on, it was still an intimate position. You watch in horror as he lowered himself to your bare chest, breasts barely covered by the torn fabric.

His tongue glided with the soft skin. He slowly sucked the area before giving the skin a final kiss. His pupils were large, indicating his lack of soberness. His tail swayed slowly behind him as his ears twitched. He kept his gaze on your trembling form, your eyes meeting as you tried to sluggishly push him away.

“S—Sanzu,” you whined in sorrow.

God, he loves you like this. He loves how fragile you are. It’s so easy to break you down. He revels in the way your vulnerability makes you so utterly his. He loves to leave his marks on you—bruises, scratches, bites. Whether it’s from his claws, his teeth, or the sharp edge of his katana, he takes pride in branding you as his.

After all, you’re Bonten’s property.

And what’s his will always bear his mark.

“Look at you. So fucking weak,” he groaned.

“I could kill you right now, and you wouldn't be able to stop me,” he grinned.

His hands pushed your thighs higher, claws sinking into your skin and drawing blood. You cried loudly, sobbing as your head fell onto the pillow and your eyes squeezed shut.

Unlike Takeomi, Sanzu didn't need a reason to hurt you—he did it simply because he enjoyed it.

You screamed when his fangs pierced the skin of your chest.

Mikey was in love with the way you took care of him. Not only did your presence ease his mind, but your comfort helped him fall asleep. Whether you caressed his head or held him against your chest, he would fall into a deep slumber.

At some point, he realized how much he hated waking up without you, and that’s when you started sleeping in his bedroom. You were always so attentive, so willing to help.

“I can take care of myself,” Mikey muttered under his breath as you adjusted the bandage on his arm, though his tone came out softer than he intended.

You gave him a sincere gaze. “I know. But I want to.”

The compassion in your expression did something to Mikey. He started to see you as more than just a captive or an inconvenience. You were someone who made him feel human again. And suddenly, he needed your presence more than ever.

“Mikey,” you whined as you carried him to his bedroom on your back, “you’re awfully heavy for someone so skinny.”

He stayed curled against you, arms draped over your shoulders as his tail stood upright and curved at the tip. One ear twitched forward while the other stood straight up. His eyes were closed as he nuzzled against you.

You are his comfort. He relies on your presence. That’s why he would never let you go. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you leaving Bonten in any way. That’s why, when Kokonoi showed him the texts between you and that human man, he felt the familiar coldness he hadn’t experienced since the Three Deities gang war.

“How could you do this to me, Y/n?” Kazutora questioned you as he grasped your face, his claws piercing your skin and smearing blood.

You gaze at his wide, teary eyes. You couldn’t focus your full attention on him while the puddle of red liquid seeped through your bottoms. Your hands trembled against his as you tried to remove his hold.

“Y—you’re monsters,” you breathed out as you slowly looked over at the mauled corpse lying near you.

The man who had found you on social media was an old friend. It started with a simple message, a casual conversation.

After a month of talking, you both began to open up. Slowly but surely, he managed to get you to tell him the truth about what was really going on. Desperate for a true companion, you vented to him relentlessly.

“They're making me so uncomfortable, F/n. I'm scared that they're gonna hurt me,” you whispered over the phone, your voice shaky. You knew everyone was out on a mission. For once, you were home alone, with only guards stationed outside. It was the perfect time to release the weight of everything you'd been holding back.

You updated him on the events that occurred recently.

“K-Kazutora, stop!”

“Do you hate me, Y/n? Is that why you're acting like this?” he cried, his voice cracking as he grabbed your wrists, yanking you closer. His claws dug into your skin just enough to make you wince, his flattened ears twitching as his tail thrashed behind him.

“N—no! I just don’t feel like hanging out right now! I need time for myself. I’m always around one of you! Can’t I just breathe?” You huffed.

“Why would you even need to breathe? Do I disgust you? Am I not worthy of your time? Why are you playing with my fucking emotions?” He growled before shoving you onto your bed.

Tears streamed down your face as he climbed on top of you, pinning you to the bed as your noses touched. You sob along with his weeping as he repeatedly kissed your face.

“Please, Y/n. Tell me you love me. I need to know that you love me! God, you—you’re making me go fucking crazy! I want to hurt you for making me feel this way,” he whimpered as you cried.

“Kazutora, please stop! You’re scaring me!”

He tears the fabric of your top before grabbing both of your breasts. Your body twitches as his tongue slides along your nipple.

“Everything about you is mine. Your time, your energy, and your body,” he hissed before his claws wrapped around your neck.

“Tell me you love me. Who do you belong to?” He grit through his teeth. His eyes narrowed as his hand squeezed your airway shut.

“Tell me before I fucking kill you.”

“I—I love you! I love you so fucking much, Kazutora!”

His eyes softened as you cried and struggled to breathe. His other hand lowers, claws vanishing into his nail-beds as he reaches into your pants.

“That’s right, baby. Who do you belong to?” He cooed as the tears from his eyes dry. Relief washes over his reddened face.

“You! I belong to you,” you whined with your hands gripping his wrist. You cried harder when you felt his finger find your clit.

“I don’t want this! Please, let me go! Kakucho, make him stop, please!” You sobbed, your face a mess as he held you tightly.

“Relax,” he cooed, caressing your head. “You gotta calm down so it doesn’t hurt.”

Your eyes widen as you feel your unprepped vagina stretching open. The pain intensifies the deeper his cock sinks inside. Rin’s hand grasps the bed as he leaned forward to hover over your back.

Tears stream down your face as you glare at the red hue appearing on Kakucho’s face. You felt hopeless as you saw his lust-filled gaze. You drop your head on his shoulder, your arms locked under his skull.

“Sorry, Y/n. Kakucho isn’t gonna save you. He’s enjoying your cries too much,” Rin teased, earning a glare from Kakucho.

“He’s as sick as the rest of us,” Akashi chuckled as he slid his hand up-and-down his wet cock, testicles tensing as he slightly lifted his hips.

You gasp as you feel another pressure on your backside. Kakucho’s hand tightens around the back of your neck as your body freezes against the new painful sensation.

“This is perfect,” Ran smiled as he pushed the rest of the rubber cock inside of your ass. The lubed toy is trapped within your anal walls.

Rin moaned. “Fuck, that felt so good,” he said lowly, your pussy clenching around his cock in the process of Ran pushing the rubber object inside of you. A furry tail hangs from the toy.

“You can take it, just breathe,” Kakucho whispered against your ear before pressing his lips against your lobe and purring.

Your body was trembling as Rin began to thrust his hips. His cock penetrates your pussy at a steady pace. You felt the girth slide against your vaginal walls.

“That’s right, you’re doing so fucking good,” Kakucho praised you as he felt his own girth hardening from the noises you make. He could tell that you tried to hold back, but with every rock of your body came a whimper that accidentally slipped from your mouth. It was so delicious.

“Can I trust you to always be honest with me?” Kokonoi questioned you.

His thumb caressed your bottom lip before his hand shifted to the side of your face. You both lie naked under his covers.

He was always the most gentle with you when it came to sex. His touches were soft and delicate as if you were something that could be broken.

“Yes, Koko,” you respond.

He was the only one that you had given consent to touch you because of how he never took from you. He always asked first and was so appreciative of what you allowed. He was so nice to you. At this point, you craved kindness from another person that didn’t derive out of manipulation or coercion. He treated you the best out of all of the hybrids, despite his controlling tendencies.

“Hajime. I told you to call me Hajime, please,” he breathed against you once he lowered his head to your neck, his tail swirling around your thigh.

You whimper as you feel his lengthy cock slide within your soaking vaginal walls. He grinds against you at a slow pace to make sure he aimed for your g-spot. His moans were sensual, so passionate as he fucked into you.

While he continued to thrust himself inside of you, he said, “You haven’t been honest with me at all, Y/n.”

Your breath hitched as you eyed him with confusion. You bit your lip to contain a moan from slipping as he thrusts against you harder.

“You tried to hide it from me and you failed,” he began, thrusting harder as his eyes narrowed. His ears became flat as a red hue formed on his face. “You’re so selfish.”

“H—Hajime, what the hell are you talking about?” You were beginning to feel scared. Both of his hands held your face as he began to fuck into you at a faster pace than usual. He’s becoming aggressive, his claws piercing your skin.

“I thought you were a sweet girl, but you’re nothing but a sneaky little bitch,” he hissed before he pulled back, one hand plastered on the bed as the other gripped your thigh.

“I—I’m no—!” Your nose scrunched as your eyes shut tight. Your mouth hung open as he penetrated you at a rougher pace. You felt every hit to your cervix.

“You’re so pathetic,” Mikey whispered while the back of your head lay against his chest. “You’re already gonna cum?”

He held your legs up while his cock was stuffed into your vagina. He forced you to cockwarm him as Sanzu sucked your clit. Mikey could feel your pussy clenching around him as your body twitched.

Between Mikey’s filthy whispers and Sanzu’s gaze from below, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. There was a pressure in your abdomen that was warm. It was conflicting with the circumstances of your situation.

Your hips twitched slightly as the head of Mikey’s cock rubbed against your g-spot and clit slid against Sanzu’s tongue, who moaned against your pussy.

“Gonna rub yourself against me like this? You’re so fucking dirty,” Mikey whispered before his fangs sunk into the skin of your neck.

You grunt at the mixture of pain and pleasure as you orgasmed hard.

“I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. My skin is covered in bruises and cuts. I-I'm scared, F/n,” you groaned as you wiped your tears.

“We have to get you out of there, Y/n. They're taking advantage of you. It won't be long before they-!”

Your eyebrows furrow as you eye the phone after his line goes dead.

“This is what happens when you lie. You get other people hurt because of your mistake,” Kokonoi said as he crouched beside you with narrowed eyes. You fall back into the puddle of blood when you see the lace fabric in his hand.

“No! I am nobody's property, you fucking psychos!” you exclaim with rage as you think of his audacity. You accidentally bump into what's left of the pile of skeleton and organs that lie near you, flinching away in the process.

Your hand is on your chest as you shakily try to stand from the floor, trembling as you feel the sensation of nausea forming in the back of your throat.

“Oh God,” you groan, bent over as you eye what's left of F/n. You ignore the pair of shoes of someone standing next to your head.

“You're a mess, Y/n. Let's go home,” Kakucho said as he reached for you. You slap his hand away, which pisses Akashi off.

“You're acting like a fucking brat. Get up,” he demanded as he snatched you by the wrist, instantly pulling you to your feet as his tail thrashed behind him.

You beat against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. He forced you to face away from him to the rest of Bonten.

“You disrespect us and have the nerve to act like this?” he growled as you thrashed in his hold.

You see that the Haitani brothers stare at the display with unreadable expressions.

Although they give no indication of any emotion, you can feel that they are disappointed with you. There's disdain behind those eyes, and it's insanely uncomfortable.

Sanzu wears the same expression as he stood in front of you. Tears continue to stream down your face as you eye the gun aimed at your forehead.

“I told you that you could either stay here or die,” Mikey begins while sitting on top of a crate. His legs are spread as he rests his arms against his lap, leaning over in the seat. His gaze is cold and unrelenting, a swirl of masked rage behind the voids.

“So tell me, Y/n. Do you want your life or do you want to leave?”

“I-I want to live, Mikey,” you said as your head dropped.

“Good.”

“If this happens again, I'll kill you.”

And so you are forced to wear the collar that reads, "Property of Bonten," and you're forbidden from ever leaving headquarters despite someone guarding you. Any trust they had for you had been lost as you live amongst the intimidating men, despite them treating you as they did before.

[sachirobabe]

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Pt.1 Pt.2

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Hanamaki Takahiro, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu, Hirugami Sachiro, Kozume Kenma

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[sweetlyvibe]

PAIRING : Hajime Iwaizumi x F!Reader

GENRE : angst/comfort

WC : 1.3k

SUMMARY : Iwaizumi discovers your love letter, revealing your feelings for him, but Oikawa’s arrival complicates everything.

CONTENT/WARNING : oikawa angst, love triangle, unrequited feelings, friendship strain, confession, character anxiety

Iwaizumi Hajime wasn’t someone who spent much time thinking about popularity. He never cared for the spotlight or the attention, unlike his childhood friend, Oikawa Tooru, who seemed to thrive on it. In fact, the dynamic between the two of them had always been clear—Oikawa was the star, and Iwaizumi was the reliable friend in the background. It didn’t bother him, not usually. He was content being the steady presence, the dependable one.

But lately, something had changed.

It started with you.

You weren’t like the others. At least, that’s what Iwaizumi told himself every time he caught himself thinking about you, every time he watched from the sidelines as you talked to Oikawa. It was easy to assume that you, like everyone else, were drawn to Oikawa’s charm. Who wouldn’t be? Oikawa had a smile that could light up a room, a way of making people feel special, like they were the only ones in the world when he spoke to them.

And Iwaizumi? He was just… there.

Sure, you talked to him too. You’d laugh at his dry comments, ask him how he was doing, sometimes even linger a little longer when you saw him after practice. But Iwaizumi convinced himself it didn’t mean anything. You were friendly with everyone. It wasn’t like you were seeking him out specifically. That was just wishful thinking, something Iwaizumi had long ago trained himself to stop doing.

Because Oikawa was always the one people liked. It had been that way since they were kids. Whether it was volleyball or school or just walking down the street, Oikawa would always be the center of attention. And as his best friend, Iwaizumi was used to stepping aside, letting him have that spotlight. It was how things were, and it was fine.

But when it came to you, it wasn’t fine. Not really.

Iwaizumi found himself thinking about you more often than he cared to admit. During practice, during class, on his way home. He’d wonder if you were thinking about Oikawa, if you liked him the way everyone else seemed to. Why wouldn’t you? Oikawa was everything Iwaizumi wasn’t—charming, effortlessly cool, confident in ways that made people swoon.

It was stupid, Iwaizumi knew. He didn’t have a chance. He wasn’t flashy, wasn’t charismatic like Oikawa. And deep down, he believed that if you had to choose between the two of them, you’d pick Oikawa. Everyone always did.

The day everything changed started out like any other.

Practice had just ended, and Iwaizumi was heading to the locker room, towel slung over his shoulder as he wiped the sweat from his face. His mind was still on the drills they’d run that day, thinking about how they could improve before the next game. Oikawa was already off chatting with some girls near the gym doors, flashing his usual smile, and Iwaizumi shook his head, used to the sight by now.

But when he opened his locker, a small, folded piece of paper fell out, landing at his feet.

At first, Iwaizumi didn’t think much of it. Probably a flyer or some forgotten note. But when he bent down to pick it up and unfolded the paper, his heart skipped a beat.

It was a letter—a confession.

He stared at it, his brain struggling to catch up with what he was seeing. The words were written neatly, carefully, and at the bottom was your name.

Your name.

Iwaizumi felt his pulse quicken, his hands tightening around the letter. Was this real? Was it a mistake? There was no way… but there it was, in black and white. You had written him a love letter. You liked him?

For a long moment, Iwaizumi just stood there, staring at the paper like it might disappear if he blinked. This couldn’t be right. He had spent so long convincing himself that you were just like everyone else, that you had no reason to notice him when Oikawa was right there. But this letter…

It was real. And you liked him, not Oikawa.

Later that day, Iwaizumi found himself walking toward the school courtyard where he often saw you after class. His heart was racing, his thoughts spinning with a mixture of disbelief and hope. What was he supposed to say? How could he even begin to process that you, the person he’d been quietly admiring for months, had confessed to him?

When he spotted you sitting on a bench, his breath caught in his throat. You looked up when he approached, a soft smile spreading across your face as if you had been waiting for him.

“Hey, Hajime,” you greeted him, your voice warm, familiar. “What’s up?”

Iwaizumi swallowed, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure. He wasn’t Oikawa—he didn’t know how to charm people, didn’t know how to make this feel natural. So instead, he just pulled the folded letter out of his pocket and held it up.

“I found this in my locker,” he said, his voice gruff, trying to hide the nervousness underneath.

You blinked, your eyes widening as you recognized the letter. For a moment, you looked like you were about to say something, but Iwaizumi beat you to it.

“Is it real?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “I mean, did you… did you really mean it?”

Your expression softened, and you stood up, stepping closer to him. “Yeah,” you said simply, your voice steady. “I meant it, Hajime. I like you.”

Iwaizumi’s heart was pounding in his chest, his mind still struggling to make sense of it all. You liked him. Not Oikawa, not the guy everyone else seemed to gravitate toward. You had chosen him.

“I don’t get it,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Why me? I mean, Oikawa’s right there. He’s…”

“He’s great,” you finished for him, nodding. “I know. But he’s not you.”

Iwaizumi looked at you, searching your face for any hint of doubt, but there was none. You were serious, genuine, and it was starting to sink in that maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t living in Oikawa’s shadow when it came to you.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa’s voice rang out suddenly, cutting through the quiet moment like a sharp blade.

Iwaizumi turned, and there Oikawa was, walking toward the two of you with that usual carefree grin. But as soon as he saw the letter in Iwaizumi’s hand, his smile faltered.

“Oh?” Oikawa’s voice was still playful, but there was an edge to it now. “What’s this?”

Iwaizumi’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t told Oikawa. He hadn’t had the chance. And now, Oikawa was standing there, putting two and two together. His eyes flickered between Iwaizumi and you, and for a moment, something unreadable passed across his face.

“So,” Oikawa said, his voice unnaturally light, “I guess I’m not the only one with feelings for Y/N, huh?”

Iwaizumi’s chest tightened. He knew Oikawa well enough to recognize the disappointment behind the smile, the hurt that was carefully hidden behind his usual bravado.

“Oikawa, I—” Iwaizumi started, but Oikawa waved him off.

“Hey, it’s fine!” Oikawa laughed, though it sounded hollow. “It’s not like I had a claim or anything.”

But Iwaizumi could see the truth in his eyes. Oikawa liked you, too. And now, things would never be the same.

That night, as Iwaizumi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the day played over and over in his mind. You had chosen him. Oikawa had hidden his hurt behind a smile, but it still weighed heavily on Iwaizumi’s chest.

But as he thought of your smile, your words, and the way you had looked at him, a quiet sense of happiness settled in. For once, he wasn’t just Oikawa’s dependable friend. You had seen him, truly seen him.

And despite everything, that was enough.

[meracyn]

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[thelaughtercafe]

Makoto, Byakuya, Nagito, Hajime and Fuyuhiko figuring out you're ticklish

Tea Type: Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Makoto/F! Reader, Byakuya/F! Reader, Nagito/F! Reader, Hajime/F! Reader

Length: 1.1k+

Summary: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

Save this pure boy. 

He just wanted a cuddle dammit-

He didn’t expect you to lurch halfway across the room when he squeezed around your middle. 

Becomes pouty and timidly asks if he did something wrong. 

You can’t say no to his puppy dog eyes and shyly explain that you’re just ticklish. 

Immediately cheers up. 

“Aw that’s all it was? You had me worried!” 

Wiggles his fingers playfully at you and his grin is a little too mischievous for your liking.

“Maybe we can figure out where else you’re ticklish…we gotta be thorough after all.”

Don’t forget the fact that Makoto is a big brother. They’re always master lers in my head. And mean. 

Don’t provoke the hope boi. 

Byakuya Togami:

He knew before you even told him honestly.

Caught your flinch when Hina hugged you from behind and didn’t think much of it until you were already dating. 

You were ranting about something and he’d been half listening, half reading his book and stroking your hair absentmindedly when you squealed as his fingertips gently brushed across your neck.

Gave a small hum as he saw how red you became, causing him to roll his eyes. 

“No need to be embarrassed, dummy. It’s perfectly natural to be ticklish. It’s a tactic from evolution that we got over time. Probably from when we were still cave people and afraid of poisonous bugs. Now though it’s more a way to either facilitate mating or bonding in general due to the release of endorphins.”

From then on incorporates tickling more in an attempt to get you used to it.

And maybe to initiate that bonding too.

Nagito Komaeda:

Thinks he’s not worthy of touching you so makes an active effort to not touch others.

Which leads to touch starvation.

Ironically, despite that sweet facade- gets jealous easily. 

He is…nearly possessive, despite keeping a distance 

So when he spots Hajime making you laugh and his keen eyes also pick up the way you arch into his touch-

He’s ashamed to say he wants to do that too. 

But not just to anyone. 

To you. 

Tries to fight it for a while before he can no longer bear keeping his distance, or you burst into tears after a particularly cruel comment he’s made. 

He can’t do this anymore. He just can’t. Luck cycle be damned. If he has to keep you attached to him at all times to make sure whatever happens to you happens to him too? 

So be it. 

Even after everything is out in the open and you trust him and encourage him constantly he still is a little apprehensive with touching and just holds your hand. 

Whether or not you’re dealing with touch starvation yourself you may if you start dating Nagito at first. 

But that all changes when he sees Fuyuhiko find out.

You’d always been unafraid of the Yakuza heir so there was a kind of rivalry filled friendship there. It was playful, and when Fuyuhiko’s face lights up with a smirk and Nagito sees the embarrassed blush on your cheeks and the way you’re getting shy, turning to mush-

Oh. 

He’s already hovering over Fuyuhiko and smiling a little too wildly as he mentions Peko being flirted with by Teruteru.

You had your suspicions but when he turned and you saw the intensity swirling in his eyes…

“Did…Are you jealous, Nagito?”

Your breath catches as he backs you up against the wall Fuyuhiko had been leaning on moments before, making your face heat. 

This was a different side to him.

You still couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact though.

“I know someone as awful as me shouldn’t have the right to touch you but I-”

Annnnnd he was back to his old self.

Fed up with his self-deprecation and also getting a little desperate you roughly grabbed his hands and tugged them toward your sides with pleading eyes.

A small smirk tugged at his lips at the action and he lightly fluttered his fingers underneath your shirt, making you instinctively squeak at the coldness of his fingers as well as the tickling before you tried to squirm in his grip. And then he teased.

“Hm? What’s wrong baby? I thought you were all desperate for me to tickle you…why are you struggling?”

It wasn’t much…but it was a start. 

Hajime Hinata:

Observant boi!! 

Calls it out the second it happens with too much nonchalance. 

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to tickle you; I just needed to grab my drink.”

When you tease him for his love of orange juice he smirks a little and 

 sets his drink down with purpose before approaching and scribbling your sides. 

“If you wanted me to continue, you could’ve just asked nicely you know. Now I have to punish you~”

Does this adorable evil laugh before continuing to play around with you until you’re a panting mess.

Leaves you on the floor as he nonchalantly sips at his juice and pretends he doesn’t notice the cherry red blush on your face. 

Absolutely files the information away for later. 

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

Baby gangsta is not the type to initiate physical contact, even once you’ve started dating.

At least not in public. 

He’s the Ultimate Yakuza after all; like Hell is he risking your life just to show PDA. 

If shown with affection he tends to curse and go red, especially in public. Even little things like holding his hand or sneaking a peck on the cheek. 

In private it’s a little better he typically will just grumble but begrudgingly return it in his own way. 

He starts gradually letting you when surrounded by your close friends which is what leads to him finding out.

Another big brother, but with a very different dynamic than Makoto with Komaru. 

Fuyuhiko actually ends up getting tickled first, by his sister, and you find yourself face to face with a seemingly enraged yakuza heir when you let a giggle slip. 

Big mistake. 

“You think that’s funny do you?”

His sneer turns to a familiar smirk and your heart skips a beat as he easily overpowers you, raising your arms with one hand before he claws your tummy and his sister joins in as she gets your underarms. 

You don’t stand a chance. 

Have fun dying. 

Uses it to make you smile and/or fuck with you from then on. 

As a treat after a hard day. 

Or to remind himself you’re alive and with him and he’s got you when the nightmares make him awake with a scream instinctively muffled by his hand. 

And if you notice the tear streaks when you awake with a scream of laughter you certainly don’t say anything. 

Besides, you’ll have matching ones by the time he’s done with you.

He’s lucky you love him so much. 

[cutieeva]

For Eternal

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 Female Reader

Warnings : Manipulation. Brainwashing. Toxin relationship. Dubious consent. Stalking. Attempt home invasion. Sexual Themes

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 :

❛ 最強 ❜ (Y/N)'s heart was broken by the least person she expected. The boy she devoted herself for four years to be returned with the fact he never loved her once thus moving to Makochi town she met the leader of Bofurin who oddly seem to mend her cracked heart. Or is he really ?

Loving someone means compromising, building trust, open hearts to one another, have secrets spoken between the pair, accepting each other. Isn't it ? then why ? then why (Y/N) is the only one compromising ? trying to build one sided trust ? opening her heart bare to him by smiling the largest in his presence yet slowly her lips aren't ready to twitch. Slowly secrets were not in between them rather silently remained unspoken leading her no more to accept him. Loving him which was natural to her became a burden to bare. Calm words replaced with screams, smiles into frown and loving gaze into tears.

She couldn't be the only one making effort to meet, messages left in read, no longer good nights hushes spoken, his gaze solely on his paintings, their conversation for them to communicate became his to vent about his problems related to paintings and her to listen when words itching to spoke 'listen to me'. Her need of comfort from him after having awful days were spend all alone because of his 'I am busy painting'. She felt a tool for him to use yet he never became her tool of need instead he was never present in her need of time in the first place. So, she tried, tried, tried her best to be the ideal person he needs because he was her only paradise, the only one she could smile the brightest and only one who would appreciate her happiness, tell her how beautiful she is, gaze softly, spoil gently however that all vanished when his words in their each fights were "This is why women are troublesome". "So emotional you are". "Control yourself". "Stop crying !" So she ghosted her any emotions, numb to his angry outburst, ignore his spiteful words burning her because of how she stopped smiling yet never did he asked the reason behind.

She truly was numb, her heart exhausted, body given already and mind in daze. But her hopes of mending their love was altogether crushed, tramped, walked over when she discover his paintings. Oh so painting he dies for was filled with multiple women smiles yet their smiles were the only part drawn beautifully apart their entire face, body was either burled or dulled. Her eyes scan the dates was before their meeting so in desperation her fingers clawed for the rest ones, ignoring her doubtful question about his love, brushing off their first meeting flooding to her mind where they met at a museum and he said "Your smile is beautiful. So beautiful I am mesmerized". The way his lips curve were smiling and his eyes genuinely looked at her as if she was the brightest last star to be seen, so dazed and genuine his words were that she felt safe enough to trust him only later to fall for him.

THUD ! the rest paintings after their relationship were too pervade with her smiles with not any care to draw her even appearance only the colored honey coated smiles of her. The hard boards fell out of her hand with thud crashing into the floor along her heart, hopes and tears. After long time being numb to emotions she was cursed to feel was betrayed, pain and tears because she realize he didn't fell for her rather her smile. She wasn't his lover rather his one of the collections he preserved. She for him was a piece to hang in his collection that's why he care not to see her after he captive her. She was a source of his motivation, a muse to compliment not love to cherish. Breath halted to scream her anger out and eyes fire her hatred. Hatred for falling such illusion she dreamed, giving away her four years for such a man who doesn't deserved her. "Enough". She had enough. Endured enough lessons, gathered enough strength to be brave enough to finally utter her least imagined words. "I am breaking up with you". He first froze to process then protest angrily before paled down seeing her blank stare registering he lost her. For eternally. He fell on his knees, gaze in nihility and she took the chance to move out of his apartment they shared dragging her luggage.

Standing in the doorsteps of her parents she cried her heart out, nuzzling in their comforting pats and hugs she yearned before continue living shut in her room, feeling no need to move, walk, eat, sleep. Merely alive in the fleeing days that's when her parents suggested for her to go visit her beloved grandparents town. To change and restart her life again dusting her past to which she agreed not because she wanted instead went with the flow like an lost child told what to do. Still numbed she reached the new town—totally lost to find her grandparents house she last visited at the age of thirteen. "I should call them". Ringing she heard from her phone "The number you have dialed in unava—". Quickly she tab the red button knowing if her third call isn't picked then the next call won't be neither. Irritated by the beaming sun on her. She wiped her sweat over her (S/C) forehead looking any roof to rest meeting a café named Pothos. "Maybe I can eat something too". Stretching her stiff shoulders she walked over to the café entering. The moment she does so automatically relaxes her muscles, providing a cozy air and delicious aroma of meal. "I think I made the right choice". Unsure she walked near the counter a girl stood serving a old couple meal.

"Hello. Excuse me". Bravely she called out making the girl turn around who to her surprise was beautiful, smiled. "Welcome to Pothos café. Please take a seat". She pointed in front of wooden seats. "So, what would you like to order ?" Politely the beautiful girl asked.

"Any menu to choose from ?"

"Oh yes". (Y/N) looked at the menu written quite appetizing dishes. "So, I never seen you around. Perhaps a newcomer ? or a single visit ?" The girl titled her head in curiosity.

"Umm..neither. I am here to spend vacation with my grandparents". (Y/N) replied smiling a little finally deciding what to have. "I would like to order Omelette rice and Gateau au chocolate". The young girl smiled wider.

"Oh, the popular dishes of our cafe ?"

"Seem to be". (Y/N) agreed, leaning comfortably at the wooden counter, eyes darting around to find not much people like she expected when roaming the roads filled with mostly old people, some young men and tons of gangs she assume. If she recalls correctly the town, Makochi is mostly known for it's chaos, violence and gangs surrounded that's the reason why her parents visit to her mother's parents became little to no more but why did suddenly her mother suggested to come here ? at such an dangerous town all alone ?

"Here your food. Please enjoy". Hot smoke of the food touch her cheeks as the inviting aroma entered her nose and her eyes stare at the attractive looking food. She is certain it's going to be tasty and indeed the flavors melted in her tongue as the chewy texture was tender to eat, creamy cheese was cherry on top with the perfect amount of rice blending heavenly with the omelet. One word, this was incredible however unaware to (Y/N) her feelings openly displayed on her face that the beautiful girl couldn't contain her giggles. Her closed eyelids snap open. Feeling awkward of the unknown reason the worker laughed.

"I-I am sorry". Laugh bubbles in between her words. "It's adorable. How easily I can tell you liked it". She explained embarrassing the opposing girl. "By the way my name is Kotoha Tachibana, the waitress of this café". She introduce herself, forwarding a hand.

" I am (L/N) (Y/N). Pleasure to meet you". She shake her hands when a idea pop up. "Oh ! Kotoha-San, could you please tell me the directions of this address ? it's my grandparents house". Tachibana look at the address on her phone and gave a thumps up.

"Not worry. I know this place. Let me write you a easier directions to navigate". Quickly (Y/N) watch the girl write on a piece of paper she tore from somewhere before handing to her. "Here. Hope you understand but if you still have problems then I can a Bofurin to guide you after all they must be patrolling here soon". She suggested making the the (H/C) head girl confuse.

"Bofurin ? who are they ?" Never did she heard a name like this however she blinked watching how her eyes twinkled in delight.

"You must not know but three years ago this town was full of teams and gangs and whatnot fighting everywhere since then the town has changed and the people who changed it were the students of Furin high. The first doing they did was set up the sign in front of town". Her eyes wide now knowing the reason behind her mother suggestion because the place changed for better. Also she remembered seeing a sign written about anyone past this point who causes pain, who beings destruction, who holds evil in their heart will be purged by Bofurin without exception. "Originally they had Furin high's name written next to it eventually the town people gave them a new name as the protectors who fight to defend the town called Bofurin, the chime of the windbreaker and the protector of Makochi town". She finished leaning on the opposite side of wooden table.

"Also, a year ago a huge fight occurred between a bad gang called shadows and Bofurin and of course the Bofurin won". She summarize in calm tone. (Y/N) merely stare in awe feeling it only happens in anime, guess she was wrong.

"No, thank you. I can take care of myself". Tachibana frown nevertheless supported her decision.

"And thank you for the meal. It was truly delicious". She paid the bill.

"Your welcome". Tachibana said "Please come again". She really looks forward seeing this girl that she notice walks on eggshells a lot. Perhaps she is the quiter side.

"I will". (Y/N) turn her heel and look up when her heart dropped and eyes wide in surprise because in front stood outside the door is her ex-boyfriend, the reason of her running away, the cause of her pains.

"How did he found me ?"

"How is he here ?"

"How long was I stalked ?"

"Is he crazy ?"

Thoughts like magats crawl around her mind, overwhelming her not with fear strangely rather anger, bitterness and hatred. Anger for ruining her peace, bitter seeing the face that sacred her, hatred at herself for telling each things about her to where she lives, her grandparents lived and all yet she knew nothing about him. How unfair.

The tiny smile on her bloomed tarnished returning into indifference as she walked towards him, to be precise the only exist door and twist open the doorknob finally crumbling the wall seperating them.

His lips parted, gaze yearning mirroring hers few months ago, hand holding a white piece of paper she assume could be the address but she without wasting a time walk past him. Not sparing another glance when his once warm palm grasp her arm tightly turning to face him yet her head kept at another direction.

"Please, please, please (Y/N). My love, forgive me. Please do not leave me. I will die". He pleaded. "I was wrong. I was wrong to use you. Wrong to treat you like an tool I thought because yes at first I did had a motive but believe me breaking up with you made me realize your worth". His other arm grasp her another arm tries to hug the body he believes his.

Seeing her still not meeting his eyes, his palm grip her chin to forcibly look his eyes, look at his direction, look at him but she refuse to look at him even though she felt the pain of his tighten grip on her everywhere. The assault touches were disgusting to her. "No. No. No. No. No. Please, please, please, I am sorry. Please don't look so lifeless, please look like the (Y/N) I love, please smile again". His end words broke her heart a little when she felt it couldn't anymore. He was, is and will be selfish. How selfish is he asking her to smile when he was the one to stole it and paint it away without any care to know why she smiled.

"Why ? didn't you told me I am too emotional ? Why arent you liking me when I become a empty shell of myself ?". Finally fulfilling his wish of looking into his eyes with plain hatred she announced, tearing herself away from those harsh grip. "I am not your doll to do what you command". She glared down. About to walk again when he hugged her from back.

Cold water fell on her clothed shoulder she knew was tears. He shook his head. "No. You are my (Y/N) I know you still love me because I do". His hands held her tighter to the point all (Y/N) was feeling suffocation, frustration boiling her veins.

"I am not your object, Tokusa. I am a human being of my own". Her voices spat calmly than she wanted. Could feel strangers eyes burn her skin, words whispering to each other. "Leave me". She break through his web of touch. Hurry to leave in case he hold her again which he tried when his wrist caught by another.

Her (E/C) sight followed to find the earlier woman, Tachibana holding his wrist in deathly grip. "Don't you understand when she is telling you to fuck off ? Because if you don't I would love to smash my eggs on your dumb head". She warned surprising both (Y/N) and Tokusa.

"Who are you—".

"Tokusa. Leave". He turned to disagree when his heart quiver seeing how dead those eyes look. "Or else I will call your parents to say how much of an disappointment their son turn out to be". She sneered unable to hold her anger octave under her voice.

"And Kotoha-San, thank you. You can let go his hand". Tachibana in doubt looked at him before letting his hand go that fell limp. "And sorry for the unnecessary scene". She bowed down to which the girl shook her head immediately.

"Not at all ! It's not your fault". (Y/N) didn't correct it and merely said. "I will take my leave". She turn around to leave when the ex tried to grasp her hand again however she without looking move away walking past him defeating the desperate man.

As she walked she missed to notice a group of men wore green collar and sleeve embroidery blend with black uniform and button showcasing Furin along their badges.

"Go away ! You are never welcome to my cafe !" Soon their attention drawn back to Tachibana sending daggers in his way who's shoulder slumbed and defeated go away.

"Who was that weakling harassing a girl ?" Haruka Sakura asked, already scowling at the back of the man.

"I have no idea myself". The waitress replied easing the bubbling worry for the girl she met seconds ago.

"Isn't it clear he is her ex ? Judging by their conversation he must have made a mistake making her leave their relationship but after regretting wanting her". Hayato Suo elaborate. Once again amused by Sakura's flustered expression missing to notice Hajime Umemiya's narrowed eyes. However Toma Hiragi did.

"Hopefully she is okay because looks from their conversation the ex wants her no matter what". Akihiko Nirei sighed.

"Do you know about that woman much ?" Hajime asked his sister, who told her the little information she had from their earlier conversation.

"(L/N) (Y/N) ?" Her name roll out of his lips oddly ring pleasantly to his ears. He hummed thinking of her when she passed him.

Meanwhile a shiver ran through (Y/N)'s spine. Shaking her head to off the negative thoughts about Tokusa disturbing her holiday. She merely dug deeper into her grandma's fragile body and listen to grandpa's blarbling about how happy he is to have her.

"Thank you for the dinner grandma. It was Amazing ! Just like mom's". Her aged grandma chuckle moving away the dishes in the sink (Y/N) fought to clean because she wants to help her grandma not pile more work.

"You are really the good girl I always seen ! I am proud how you turn out". Grandpa pleasantly complimented making a small smile spread across her face when the doorbell ring. She turn her head back to her grandparents to see if they also heard because it's so late at night to visit at their home.

"Maybe it's the Bofurin children". Grandma's assumption turned wrong quickly due to the increasing rate of ring again and again shifting to banging.

"(Y/N) ! (Y/N) ! This is me Tokusa ! Please open the door ! I want to talk to you properly". The banging grew desperate so her heart to get rid of him. More than fear the emotion she calmed down was anger, annoyance. She wishes to smash his head until pool of blood covered his body.

"What should we do dear ? Who is this man that wants to talk to our granddaughter ?" Grandma worriedly ask breaking (Y/N)'s shallow thoughts.

"It's alright grandma". She hugged her. "You too grandpa calm down. I am coming back within seconds". With that she march towards their door ignoring her grandparents mutters of stop and slammed open the door let light fall over his guilty face.

"(Y/N) please, please be with me". Straight away she was in his grip, his hug tighter than usual and less care to ask her for forgiveness more so want her without her consent.

Dread.

Disgust.

Bound.

She experienced those once again alike in their relationship. She purely dreaded to be the numb shell of herself, sacrificing little by little her heart until nothing left for her to feel as he greedily feast on her like an filthy parasite. No memories of them in the past could she anymore feel elated rather indifference. "I lost love for him". She realize Or perhaps it tuned to hatred.

Sighing she prepared to push him when a whisk of air slammed on the floor, his body shove to the dirty road. (Y/N) astonishedly stood, re-playing the scene on her head occurred at such an unfathomable speed. Looking around she found a odd white mix black slit hair with heterochromia fire eyes glaring at the man at his feet. Her eyes slide to his uniform catching the Bofurin symbol on his badge resembling the word from the sigh board she saw at the morning.

"Miss, is he pestering you ? Would you like me to get rid of him ?" His voice deeper than she expected asked burning his eyes onto her.

Her (E/C) eyes went to his fallen body. "Yes, please do". No emotions held on her voice she turn to leave noticing other men behind the back blending with the shadows stood. One with beautiful sliver locks inheriting tall statue another long blue hair messily spread with his bend spine yet still tall and a smiley boy having flowing brown curtained hair with his left eye patched stood beside a messy short blond hair holding a notebook.

"Were they patrolling ?" She thought when a grasp escape her lips of an familiar hand grip on her wrist this time intending a bruises to print.

"Do not leave please. Why can't you see my pain ? I gave you my everything ! Graced you like an goddess, pampered you like an princess yet this is what I get". Snap ! The thin thread barely holding her years bottled feelings flooded away.

SLAP ! Tokusa's eyes wide, his face turned to one side throbbing his cheek even printing her fingers. "How shameless you can be ! Asking my heart when all you did was tampered ! walked all over me. Treated me like an non-existed person, a non-living piece to own and now after you stole my smile you want to erase it too ! Please get the hell out of my life ! You fucking pest". She screamed. Openly, loudly and without hesitating those locked emotions she itched spat on his face. Wet water run down her face she care not to wipe because she didn't realize tears streaming down.

Tokusa heart broke. Wordlessly standing beaten by the guy who was surprised by her sudden outburst totally different from her morning indifference.

"Please go. I have lost myself giving you bits and pieces of me so you could be happy. I don't want you anymore". A throbbing sensation raise her throat, raspy voice it become and eyes hazed. Rest. Rest is all she needs, climbing on the bed hiding inside her blanket from the pain of words, huddling into a shell position. Not desiring to hear she went inside slam closed the door and ran inside her room passing her grandparents who heard from the beginning.

"You bastard ! How low of a pest you are to make her cry ?" Sakura ruthlessly kicked him on the stomach and raised his fist to be stopped by a hand. Hajime's hand "Don't".

Frustrated he obeyed disregard the glare from Sugishita and step back. The leader step forward towering over him, the previous dull atmosphere dropped, a thick tension covered above Tokusa, he felt could die just from suffocation.

"Leave. Any unwanted outsider are not welcome if they cause problems for our town people. You did so leave before the bones in your body would fell limp". Cold his voice was, turquoise eyes bore right into his soul, slicing inside his guts. Something told Tokusa if he didn't listen, the darkness will consume in form of this unknown boy in front of him.

Alike a coward he listened running away. "What a let down". Hajime mutter confusing the group as they rarely ever saw him so cold, devoid of any mercy unless a fight surrounds.

The sun blessed the earthling with it's scoring rays liting the world up yet (Y/N) senslessly laid covered underneath her comforter. The door of her bedroom opened with a thud startled her.

"Grandma ?" She watched how the aged woman carrying a long bag with a thin paper on another.

"Here are the list of groceries I need or else no breakfast". (Y/N) sighed deeply.

"I want no breakfast".

"We do". She in beat replied. "This old woman and her husband do so bring the ingredients for me to make the breakfast". (Y/N) whined feeling the handmade bag fell on top of her face.

"Can't you order it in your phone ? It's much easier and faster !"

"It's a small town not city".

"But—".

"No buts ! I am hungry. I already have gas problems if this old woman die then the murderer would be you". As if she is a lawyer point her finger rudely in accusation. Annoyed she grabbed the bag and went outside—.

"Change your night dress, wash your face". In command the girl comply clearly hating her grandma at this moment. Shutting the bathroom door she settle to clean herself.

"Plan successful ?" Slowly peeking behind the wooden door grandpa asked.

"Plan successful". She exclaimed, patting her own chest after all they actually do not lack any ingredients at all but they noticed how depressed and lonely she looked. They sewed a plan to get her some fresh air.

"2 set of eggs. 1 kg of onions—" She read the list of ingredients out loud, walking reckless to reach the stores her grandma even sketch pictures and name for guidance. Unconsciously she rubbed the chibi drawnings in the corner of her papers 'You can do !' 'Go ahead !' 'We believe in you'. If one glance they will belived she was going to a tournament to win not stores to buy regular groceries.

"Hmm...this is the vegetable store ?" Her eyes stare at the board to not mistake at her part and look at the middle age man "Excuse me, could you give 1 kg onions and....". She tailed off telling all the written list to which he nod.

She sighed again feeling a little accomplished for succesfully conveying her needs. Suddenly a shiver ran her spine again, breeze flowed faster, multiple footsteps echoed even between the hustling market. She turn to find the group of men wore the same uniform last night, marching together as they greet all the town people warmly where they happily gift them few things.

"They are like heros". She found the familiar men at the very front and immediately hid her face recall how rudely she closed the door not carying of their well-being or showing gratitude.

"Here is your ingredients !" The working man hand over her bag and she took it exchanging money when in curiousity she glance behind to peek only to flinch by meeting those striking turquoise eyes already gazed at her.

She avert her eyes again, flustered to do anything. "Are you alright, Miss ?" She flinch meeting a different man, the messy short blond hair one. "After the night yesterday did he came to disturb you again ?" His thin press lips curve into a smile to relax her nerve a little yet the spotlight of other eyes felt like an needle poking her skin.

"No thankfully". Her heartbeat fast as she spoke to the blond haired boy. "Also, thank you for helping me. Hopefully you can forgive me for my rudeness the other day". (Y/N) bowed down to the split hair colored boy.

His face heat up in a second astonishing (Y/N) at the same time entertaining her.

"No problem ! I-I-I do what I do". His speech stuttter and his heterochromia eyes bore into anywhere apart her direction earning a small chuckle.

"He looks honest". Her eyes somber not paying attention to the leader of the group staring bluntly at her.

"He won't forgive you". She blinked facing up the tall man.

"Hmm ?"

"I said, he won't forgive you for your rudeness". A frown replaced her lingering curve of lips.

"What do you mean ? And who are you ?" With caution her eyes look up and down at him however he remained unfazed, not smiling his usual expression that his teammate notice.

"I am the leader of Bofurin, Hajime Umemiya and I decide if you are forgiven or not". She felt intimidate under those eyes. "But under one condition I can". Finally a smile bloom his thin lips shifting his entire aura softer and more welcoming she had to blink twice.

"And what is it ?" Tip of teeth bite inside her flesh scare of what he might want.

"If you treat us a meal you would be forgiven". He suggested overlooking his teammates and (Y/N) titling their head.

"Okay...?" She agreed having no excuse to deny and soon she found herself walking beside the leader towards the same cafe she went yesterday morning.

"This cafe ?" She mutter.

"My sister Tachibana-chan works here". In a sing song tone he told not falling to surprise her at the fact itself and his drastic change of attitude.

The door pushed open. "Welcome to Pothos café !" The same beautiful lady greeted. "Oh ! (L/N)-San, nice to meet you again". She held her hand clearly excited to met her again warming (Y/N)'s heart.

"So am I". From the tail of her eyes she saw them sitting towards one of the table ready to order. "They look used to it".

"Take a seat here". Her attention went to Hajime pointing at one of the open seat, unable to deny she obeyed sitting inside when realization wash her.

"Wait, I sit inside means—" Just like she expected Hajime sat next to her in process collide their hands that he moved but shoulders touch when Sakura pushed into the seat. Gulping she glance at him who looked at her too. She shifted in her seat maintaining a distance.

"How uncomfortable". She cowered more to not have her any part touch. Thankfully she had the luxury to not due to his entire covered sleeve however after their order. Once in a time their palm touch, hands brushes each other, glances one another, fingers accidentally intertwine to grab the same spoon and all of it unnerved her to the core she choose to overlook ate her order.

"Do you not like vegetables ?" The question was unexpected for (Y/N) and let her notice how in her meal she left almost all the vegetables excluding potatoes. Embarrassed she clench her corner of plate. He noticed.

"Not worry, I myself hated eating vegetables". The lie roll down smoothly than he expected making all of his teammate's jaw dropped. "But now I enjoy them do you know why ?" He titled his head smiling.

"Why ?" She asked curious.

"Because I know the right way to eat them. If you know the secret of eating vegetables you would come to love them too". Skepticism she felt nevertheless she nod. "That's why come with me to see a place !" Her eyes wide again.

"Right now ?" Uncertainly she questioned.

"Right now". He exclaimed standing up and notion her to come with him. Spin her head felt due to all the rush requests. In blink of an eye bill paid, walked out of the café with bunch of unfamiliar men regardless if they are labeled as protectors and stood in front of an awe-struck view from the rooftop, a huge tree beautiful planted and in sidelines are the sweet shimmering plants.

"Is this yours ?" She bend to view better for the first time her eyes looking at someone's garden as her friends lived in apartments while her parents house has an abandoned backside. Many times thoughts of gardening sweep through her mind however her dislike towards eating plants always held her back so she never ate plants neither grew ones. "So pretty". Truly did the roots of plants looked cleaned, vegetables hanging like an painting she was tempted to touch.

"Yes, You like it ?" His breath touch her cheeks.

"Very much". Absentminded she turn around only to be off guard by how inches away their faces were. Her heart halted and eyes racking over his face, so close to see his long lashes, chapped lips, beautiful shade of blue in those eyes. Swiftly she stood up almost falling over yet didn't still felt the warm hand behind her waist. Heart racing, eyes darting from one place to another to check if someone caught them and relief pass inside when confirmed no one.

"They are beans sprouts. Want to try ?" For some reasons (Y/N) hallucinate his corners of lips wider.

"I will pass". She avert her eyes to the eye-catching tree. A mistake she come to regret because he snare the chance to offer her a bag full of beans spout, tomatoes and few other green veggies wrapped in a visible plastic. "W-What.. what are you doing ?"

"Gifting". His turquoises eyes twinkle in pixie practically shoving the heavy bag of vegetables.

"But I-I-". She paused fearing for her life if she declined. "I am not good with vegetables so please keep this. I do not want". Overcoming her fear she clearly pushed back the bag that he crossed his hands.

"You must or you aren't forgiven". He use the almost forgotten scenario against her.  

"What ? didn't you said treating you meal would make me earn your forgiveness ?" Her frown deepen.

"Well, you must eat some because tomorrow I will come to ask reviews". Heading no attention to her question he tied the plastic knot around her wrist for her to easily carry. "Whether this time my plants grew well". (Y/N) in disbelief looked at the boy in front of her before seeking help from his teammates who unusually acting busy like Sukura fixing his already straight collars, Suo checking Nirei notebook with him, Hiragi dazing at the empty blue cloudy sky and Sugishita at the crawling ants on floor.

"How sweet, they are helping their leader". Holding the urge to scoff she took a deep breath. "I am taking my leave". She bowed to each man present.

"Won't you like to view more plants ?" Staining a smile she shake her head and ran before he could stop her.

In one word to describe the dinner it was a disaster. The moment she caught the sight of it with no appetizing aroma she had a hunch of not being good however that was a understatement when bitterness hit the taste buds almost piling the vomit out of her throat. Less than a bite she had ate along her grandparents. Her grandma apologized muttering she rarely cooks beans sprouts or any vegetables due to her husband picky tastes alike of (Y/N). That night she slept with empty stomach drafting into sleep.

Unaware the next day woken up she to open the door "I am coming !" Slide open the traditional Japanese wooden door she met the gaze of her least wished boy. Grinning ear to ear.

"Good morning". He greet racking her body carefully she shifted at his notion.

"Morning, what are you doing here ?" She bluntly asked not wanting sweet chit-chat after the disastrous dinner she had to ate all cause of him.

"To have the reviews of my plants". She waver a little forgetting the deal she thought of a passing strings of words not a serious promise.

"It was good". White lie came out not to say the bitter truth behind his plants he must have grew with hard work yet once again he surprised her by guffawing at her face.

"The lie wasn't good". He criticized making her lips part. "Because I am fully aware bean sprouts are going to taste bitter if not cooked well or someone who doesn't know the right method". Speechless and fool she was feeling. How could he ? if he knew the taste will to be bitter then why gave her ? rather if he clearly knows her dislike towards vegetable why gift her any vegetables in the first place ? was he making a joke out of her ? taunting her by abusing his power of protector ? Fed up by meaningless antics she decided to shut the door at his face but he was faster, better, stronger. Grip it in a second.

"Don't close it". In tranquil manner he looked as if he isn't holding a wooden door by his one hand. "Do not be scared. I am not making fun of you or any sort rather I want to help you love vegetables". Hearing it paused her actions.

"Why ?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Simply because why not". She held her eyes to roll anytime.

"I am sorry but I like the way I am". His eyes twitch a little.

"By the way, have you eaten breakfast ?" Hajime questioned. Still blocking the door by his hand.

"No". She stated shortly. Thud ! the door in rapid speed fling opened, blowing ample air over her face. Her breath hitched and (E/C) look up as fear creep within her by the astonishing power. A power she never came face to face with.

"Sorry about that. Let's now go". Placing his hand behind her back, he gave a little push yet enough to cross the line of her doorstep, the safety of her home, comfort of her trusted four walls before taking her away to the very same awe-struck rooftop. Sitting on one of the wooden seat, he served a dish she ate yesterday night : Moyashi bean sprouts.

"I ate it". In disdain she utter.

"Oh ? really ? well you didn't ate my Moyashi Bean Sprouts". His chest puff in confidence. Sighing she closed her eyes and hold the chopsticks preparing to vomit this time without any restriction however rather than overwhelming bitterness she tasted was sweetness, hint of fresh and soft to chewy hit her. Her eyes wide open delightfully shocked as to ease the doubt she ate more yet the more she ate the longer she begin to adore the taste each time more sweeter, more chewy and better than the previous bite that she forget about the boy sat in front of her who watching the unfolding scene a smile stretch his lips.

"Tasted delicious didn't it ?" Reality wash her from the heaven (Y/N) was indulging. Rightfully she nod. "Indeed it is delicious. I rarely ever enjoy vegetables this much". A tiny smile blossomed earning a breath hitch from Hajime. It was as if his breath stole by the serene person in oppose him.

"Come next day". He blurt out.

"Hmm ?" Her eyebrows frown and the softer look retuned to blank.

"I said come the next day. I want you to eat my cooking again". (Y/N)'s lips parted unable to voice out her question. Why ? why her ? he was the leader of Bofurin and the center of everyone's adoration, anyone would agree to eat to his cooking if he wish to test his cooking skill hell ! his teammates are enough to testify yet her ? why grace her with such kindness ? does he also want something from her alike to Tokusa who wanted her for his collection, Is he wanting her for his amusement ? or to win her fragile heart before ruining. Kindness never come free does it ? not from strangers at least she lessoned still she utter.

"Okay". Watching the brighter of his shining smile showing his canines along his eyes gleam in pleasant. Previous his unnerve statue transforming to comforting, a sign of warmth and more welcoming she desire to deny her heart not tickle. No No, she is not ready for another heartbreak, another commitment that's why she stood up in process raising his brows.

"What happen ?" His smiling gaze falter.

"I am going home. Bye". Hastily she walk to touch the doorknob when a hand block her way. Still keeping her eyes on the door, breathing slowed, time seem to pause. His body lean close, too close to her liking. He bent a little to his ear level and whisper.

"You must come or else I will come to take you". His words was a promise he will fulfill yet not answering she pushed him gently where he did step back and ran away missing the hand waves of upcoming Bofurin boys.

"What happen to her ? did you scare her away ?" Hiragi stare at his friend's smirk.

"Who knows ?" Oddly he sounded content.

"(Y/N) come downstairs !" Confused (Y/N) glance at her phone checking the time 8:00 am then why is her grandma is calling her for breakfast. Nevertheless she drum her feet on the wooden floor, doing little dances and jumps landing in front of grandma.

"Yes". She dragged the s in mischief manner, for some reason in good mood that revolve into five stage of emotions. First shock, second denial, third embarrassment, fourth irritation and fifth anger. "What are you doing ?" She asked Hajime sitting on the sofa comfortably as if it's his house, facing her.

"The little dance and jump was good. Looks like you are in good mood". He bluntly jumped on his comment soaking on her body wrapped in her night outfit, the way her silk shirt hanging loosely that he shame to admit he could see the outline of her breast bouncing along her (F/C) silk peignoir following her thigh shorts baring her (S/C) longs.

"Grandma why didn't you told me he was here ?" Hajime cursed himself mentally snapping out of his submerged thoughts by her loud yell.

"Because he helped us a lot. He was the one who bring us needed ingredients and help to finish our chores" Grandma explained washing the dirty dishes.

"So you betray your granddaughter".

"Yes". Her mouth agape by how fast the aged woman nonchalantly confessed.

"And you ! Why did you come here ?" Hajime amused at her disgruntle attitude.

"I came to take you to eat. Don't you recall my words ?" She knitted her brows before the sentence flash across her eyes.

"You must come or else I will come to take you".

"You were serious".

"Most of the time I am". Irritated she avoid his intense gaze.

"Now go change". A silent second flew and (Y/N) bite her lips, closed her eyes wishing to melt under the ground itself realizing her inappropriate outfit in front of a boy and add to her abash no bra was underneath her night gown.

Swiftly she ran upstairs neglect to seen his crimson hue taint around his face warmly. Soon she find herself back to the rooftop alone next to the said leader serving her yet another meal called Carrot Gyoza. It is also great to taste making her forget it's created from the same vegetables she dislike.

Yet from that day on she for breakfast each day came to his place, trying new dishes involving vegetables one time Renkon, another time Okra Tempura and so on. Slowly she learn to enjoy dishes she never dreamed of even indulging, appreciating the plants, sometime gazing at the sky. Eventually her heart knock to open the lock door to meet him yet the questions stilled of why choose her ? A stranger not even a mutual friend, neighbors, same town people no— they are complete strangers to one another and her answer came to one day.

"Try it. Stuffed bell paper with cheese and vegetables. Try to guess the names". She bite immediately lost in mist of heaven. Flavors twinkling, cruchy pleasant noise to hear as well to chew.

"Cheese, shredded carrot, potato and chicken !" Her eyes snap open as a unknown gleeful smile graced pausing the time for Hajime this time. She looks divine. He thought as his hands reach to cares the softness of her skin, tender of her eyes yet halted in air when caught by (Y/N).

"Wha...." Her question tailed off darting between the hand and his expression. "May I ask you a question ?"

"Y-Yes". For the first time he stutter.

"Why are doing this to me ? Do you by chance—". She gulped the food, found her mouth suddenly dry and the sky dulled. "—pity me ?"

Rather quickly Hajime shake his head desperately. "Of course not. Never ! Since the moment I met you never did I even felt pity for you instead the reason behind I am doing this because you looked so broken, so ruined that I wanted to see how you look when you are happy. I am after your happiness because if you are happy in my presence that means I will be a part of your world, crossing inside your bulit world". Never did she expected this answer yet his eyes were sincere, full of honestly fill her reflection on those turquoise eyes with lips press thin in seriousness.

"Do you like me ?" The words remain unspoken. Frighten by the answer she will receive so she left and he let her.

Returned home, staring at her ceiling she not know what to feel, many emotions toying at the same time diffuclt for her to understand the language of feelings. She once again felt like a girl discovering what romantic love is for the first love.

Moon hanged at the darkness liting it's light amidst the countless stars and (Y/N) sighed admiring the nature's beauty by sitting on their garden backside alone. After stuffed by the dinner she ate, she star-gazed feeling unusually empty.

"Dearest, I have something !" Turning head at her name did her jaw almost fell finding grandpa holding a wine of bottle.

"Grandpa ! It's not good for your health !"

"Shush ! It's going to be alright if consumed little. Here want some ?" He shushed her pouring himself a glass and her. She reluctant sip a little enjoying the taste she rarely drinks for the sake of her good health.

"It's good". He chuckle.

"I knew it ! Because the year is (Y/B/Y)". The (H/C) head girl surprise to know the wine is as old as her birth year. No wonder grandpa kept it preciously because it reminds him of his granddaughter.

From little sipping to entire glass they both shared happily. Time flew like the cold assault of breeze and night remained young. "(Y/N) ! (Y/N) ! (Y/N) !" Rubbing her eyes she look at Hajime's face.

Huh ? What is he doing here ? Her mushed brain questions, unable to control her parts to speak or slurs of nonsense. He held her tightly.

"You are really drunk. Aren't you ?" His melody chuckle dance on the air putting (Y/N) back to sleep yet she stayed awake, a little sober as seconds pass.

"What are you doing ?" He silently jiggle the spare key (Y/N) recently learnt kept under a flower pot. Talk about being foolish.

"Your grandma advise me to use this when I want and I wanted to meet you so I came not knowing.." He point at her blushed face however to (Y/N) his words went over her head only concentraining at her own question she unable to ask.

"Hajime do you like me ?" Suddenly the crickets noises, birds chipering, breeze howls stifled, his usual smiling eyes serious, a heavy tension pungent within the atmosphere. Sliver light descend upon him.

With solemn he spoke. "Yes". Only to be his eyes wide because her fluttering kiss pressed over his. Pupil dilated into little hearts as he kissed back, moving their lips.

A test. A small test (Y/N) presented to trial whether he is after her body by taking advantage of her drunken state to use her or respect her as a human being. She is rather tipsy so fighting for her dignity would not be difficult she hoped if he failed the test.

Still a part of (Y/N) strongly want him to success, to be her dream come true and be her true love albeit they met for few days ago but she knew it was all more than wish because Hajime continue to move their tongues, sucking her little to every saliva like a starved man and filling the gaps between their body by pulling closer. Her chest gaze his, breaths eratic mingling to one another until he pulled away as she decided he failed then he pulled her by the back of her neck.

Confused.

Scared.

Panic plagued her mind for being so foolish to test a man's desire in such weak state. Now how ? How is she going to resist ? She can't fight let alone win ? Yet all the piling questions flee away when a rather tender kiss place on her forehead hitched her breath.

"I am sorry for kissing you in your drunken state. I know you might not even remember it tomorrow but it's my responsibility as both your protector and suitor to not commit an act you may come to regret". With that his fingers slide away along the warmth. He is leaving....? He respect her ?

Because if he didn't he wouldn't go such lengths to help (Y/N) even if it meant to finding series of lame excuses, pestering her, barging inside her house, always cook her meals that must have took time to make, thinks of her opinion, keep a hand on her back to hold her faster if she needs his help when they walk. In all way without knowing her struggles he helps her. Merely for her happiness.

How sweet, how good he is to. Her palm held his moving figure's hand. "(Y/N), please let me go. I might not able to control myself".

"Why ?" Her words slurred. "Because I am girl". She giggle.

"No ! Because you are the girl I like". Warmth flow inside her chest, unlatching butterflies inside her stomach yet she wants to feel the warmth outside too. Warmth of his touch on her body with those huge hands she once feared.

"Don't go".

"I must or—".

"Lose it. Lose all control. I like you too". She whispered following to pull him with her almost no strength and pressed their lips again. "Make me yours". She pressed her lips to his chin, cheeks, nose. Her toes upwards reaching for the man she come to like. Perhaps her haste choices are from the wine's chemical yet she fears to lose this boy.

"You know how to drive someone crazy ? Don't you ?" Gentle his moments are holding her hips and hungrily kissing her lips

Soon in a blur his hands clutch her body in perfect carry with his questions of her bedroom direction and her slur words to point like a child before her back bounce on the soft comforter of bed, the fabric of her home with him looming above her. His statue shadow covered her, shielding her even from the moon light peeking shy in between her shut curtains.

Little dots in darkness dancing her vision was so she blinked, blinked until his hard knot up and down his apple adam and his peaceful turquoise eyes transform into adultery lust. A lust shaping into little cupid hearts the Eros shoot his arrows at humans came to view. Perhaps written in star their encounter was that's why coming to love came as natural as he breaths to live. His will to live was (Y/N). A sweet little sugar drip in his violent life to sweeter the taste.

Perfect the play ended. Perfect the play of good was. Hajime coo at the beautiful girl in his hold, giving herself. He bite back the laugh threatening to pour out of his lips just the simple thought (Y/N) beliving she even has a choice to choose. Never, from the moment they met each other did the naive little love had a choice. At first it was a curiosity to see how Indifference she could be. A sudden urge to peek at her layers of emotion she can express on her face was controlling him until fate served him the chance as the form of that night where they were patrolling at night and caught the wind of her ranging ex begging to be taken back.

Hajime wanted to save her in damsel in distress yet Sakura did quite his job however the next thing happen was entirely blame on (Y/N). The second tears bled those jewel (E/C) eyes. So crystal clear that emotions were conveyed with silence and he listened giving him a reason to be close to her. To fulfill his curiosity to see more her expressions while leaning into her world little by little.

Swear to the heavens and goodness of his heart was falling for her a trick of fate. Falling for those fidgeting fingers, nervous glances, bleaming eyes after tasting the food she liked, unable to hide her heart, tiny smiles blossoming. He never thought a curious wish leads to a dangerous yet beautiful word love at the same time a discover creeped inside his mind. Perhaps it was the hidden demon within him imagining how short life is what if she avert his proposal ? Shy away from his confessions ? Refuse to see him as a lover ? Thus he set a play. The flawless play to catch the love of his life into believing she was giving her hand to him in contrast he was griping her hand all along. An act played in theater pouring emotions to tuck the viewers heart and make them believe the fantasy play real however in his case it's a trap distorting the entire line between a mere play and reality.

And the nail of coffin is the current time he snare the chance to craft her drunken thoughts into love. Twisting those yearning of validation, need of comfort into flutters of love and need of his hold. Ultimately he won. The play ended and curtains closed behind the secret scenes remain buried away. She was his and he—hers.

Rays of golden lit glowed on (Y/N)'s sleeping figure, eyelids flutter like wings of bitterflies to process the warmth of another person snuggling on her. Glancing at her tail of eyes found the boy of her love dreams, in flesh and naked— shameful memories sweep her mind heating those (S/C) cheeks.

"We are in relationship right ?" Insecurity rush in her veins.

"Of course we are". Tense her body became. "You said that out loud sweetheart". He shift closer to her body as he hugged the naked waist of her, tender flesh belongs to him. "You are mine and I am yours. Never in the world would I exchange you for anything". Raspy voice coated honesty.

"You are stuck with me". His turquoise eyes bore into hers, pulling into a slow kiss. "For eternal".

FIN

[kairismess]

was thinkinnnn~ kuroo, sugawara, makki(or iwa if you dk how to write makki), and osamu with a twitch streamer girlfriend 😉

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1)

🍥 author's note: this is kind of set during post high school, ig college timeline? just after high school and before the timeskip arc (ㆁωㆁ) !! and y'all live together ~~~

kuroo tetsurou.

"chibi-chaaaaan, you wearing my jersey again?"

your rooster headed boyfriend walked into your room, clad in nothing but those red shorts you got him last week. you immediately closed your camera, and the chat went wild. of course you were the highlight of your streams, your audience loved you–but they loved seeing your boyfriend more sometimes, especially when he was provoking and teasing you, such as now.

"ooh, what could they be doing rn?"

"SELL ME HIS JERSEY !!!"

"unfair. how could someone so handsome get someone so pretty as u wtf... !"

kuroo chuckled as he saw the flurry of messages by the corner of your screen, with you all flustered as you tried to muster an excuse as to why you were wearing his jersey from high school. "comfortable in it?" he asked you in a husky voice, pressing his hands against the arms of your computer chair, making you squeak out a noise of embarrassment, much to his (and your chat's) delight.

you turned off your camera, but you forgot to take care of your mic; so even if you didn't show your audience how cute you two looked while your boyfriend teased you, they could sure hear how adorable you two acted together–it made everyone jealous at how hot yet cute your dynamic together was.

he loved hearing you try to tell him in such futile little whimpers and mewls as he kissed your neck and caressed your waist that you were busy streaming, that you'd give his jersey back later–but he knew you'd soon forget when later will be. and besides, it'd be more fun to give your audience a show, right? you're liking this anyway, your facial expressions and body language are giving you away.

"mmm... fine, keep the jersey for a bit–but just remember, after this stream... you're all mine for tonight. the jersey looks amazing on you, but you're drop dead gorgeous when you've got nothing...– nevermind, we'll talk later, dearest. your chat's going crazy, better not let them wait, hmm?"

sugawara koushi.

"love! look at what my students drew for me!"

your eyes widened as sugawara knocked on your door and came in with a wide smile on his face. he didn't realize you were streaming today, he was just so excited to show you what his star students made for him to show their appreciation for him. sugawara always came off as quite motherly, he was always so down-to-earth and sweet–and your audience always loved it whenever sugamama, as they called him, came over and blessed the chat with his wonderful energy.

it was always wholesome whenever you two were on the stream, the chat would always go crazy whenever he'd act all sweet and tender to you.

"where to get gentlemen like these? 😭😭😭 i love sugamama so much !!"

"you two are just SO 💗💗💗"

"ARE YOU TWO GONNA GET MARRIED ONE DAY ...?"

sugawara's face got flushed when he saw that you were streaming right then and there, you didn't need to tell him you were streaming for him to get the point. he chuckled awkwardly and smiled, apologizing softly as you told him it was okay, he wasn't interrupting.

the chat loved seeing sugawara embarrassed, your chat was flooded with your fans losing it over him. you asked sugawara if you both could look at the drawings over the stream, and sugawara agreed. he showed the pictures his students drew for him (keeping the students' identities secret, of course) and you swore you could see his face brighten up a thousand times as he went on and on about his students.

your chat was not opposed to the idea of watching sugawara stream his lectures online, even if he was only training to be a teacher and only taught elementary students, they'd all flock to see content of you two together.

iwaizumi hajime.

"could you end the stream now and help keep the bed warm now, babe?"

your boyfriend was extremely impatient, he had spent the whole day out at the gym and was exhausted. he couldn't get a kiss from you when he came home because you were busy streaming, and he couldn't eat dinner with you tonight because, again, you were still streaming.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout, his olive green eyes bearing into the back of your head as you felt his need for your love and attention increase by a hundredfold. you told the chat you'd have to leave for a while to tend to your grumpy, overworked boy–but you didn't need to end the stream to give him your attention.

in a flash, iwaizumi picked you up, slung you over his shoulder–and much to your squeals and cries, he gently set you down on the bed and said in a gruff voice, "sleep. you've been at this for hours, and i've been needing you for the whole day. let them watch, just sleep with me, babe."

"DID YOU SEE THOSE BICEPS?"

"oh to be carried by a man like that... (◠‿◕)"

"i demand to be loved like this NOW 💥💥💥"

"and you'd better not be thinking of squirming out of my grasp." he grumbled as he wrapped his big, bulging arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. well... this was gonna be the longest stream you've ever had.

miya osamu.

"have ya eaten, sweetpea? you've been in front of the computer all day, hon."

you nearly jumped out of your computer chair when osamu came by, with a plateful of your favorite food for dinner. he understood that your job had quite hectic schedules, and he supports you wholeheartedly; though he does wish you won't forget to feed yourself and take a break every now and then.

you tried to whisper to him that you were currently streaming, but he didn't see that as a reason not to eat. "ah, what do i care if you have people watchin' ya right now? it ain't obscene ta eat, if anythin', y'all better tell m'sweet t'eat, set yer clocks to remind 'er ta eat, that way she will." osamu told your audience, with them all agreeing, making him smile down at you as you stared at him, embarrassed that he made your audience remind you to eat.

"you heard him, SET YOUR CLOCKS GUYS"

"DON'T THINK IT'S UNIMPORTANT TO EAT, EAT UP GIRLIE !!!"

"please don't forget to eat for our sake 😭😭😭"

"now, eat up hon." he tells you softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your head, making your audience go crazy over how affectionate and caring your boyfriend was for you.

[icyhottodo178]

Kinktober Day Thirteen: Cum Eating- Iwaizumi Hajime

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙄𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙟𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!!

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝘾𝙪𝙢 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙟𝙤𝙗, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙪𝙢, 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 18+ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 469

You wrapped your hand around the base of Iwaizumi’s cock as you teasingly lick the side a few times while he throws his head back, groaning in pleasure and you smile at his reaction. Spitting into your palm, you begin slowly pumping his base while taking as much of Iwaizumi as you could into your mouth and you begin to lick the tip of his cock while he places his left hand on your head, pushing you slightly further down his cock using his right hand causing you to gag a bit at the sudden movement.

“Take my cock all the way down your throat, pretty girl. I know you can do it,” Iwaizumi said to you as he pushes your head further down his cock until all of it was in your mouth before you start to give him a blowjob and he reaches down to your breasts, cupping it in his hand. Iwaizumi begins to fondle your nipple as you moan while you continue giving him a blowjob, bobbing your head while sucking him off and he stops fondling your nipple. Iwaizumi puts his hand back onto your head as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth while your moans vibrated against his cock.

Iwaizumi groans in response as he continued to thrust in and out of your mouth while a bit of drool along with Iwaizumi’s precum spills from the corner of your mouth. Iwaizumi grabs a fistful of your hair as you moan and his thrusts start to become sloppy, his cock twitching which meant he was close to cumming. Iwaizumi continues to thrust in and out of your mouth as he soon stops before he cums, his load shooting down your throat while you moan a bit at how much cum was being released inside of your mouth.

“Swallow all of my cum, pretty girl. Then open your mouth to show me you’ve swallowed all of it,” Iwaizumi said as he pulls his cock out of your mouth once he finished cumming and you swallow his cum, savouring the slightly bitter taste of his cum before you open your mouth just like Iwaizumi had told you to. You close your mouth after showing Iwaizumi as he was proud of you for swallowing his cum and for taking his cock so well.

“That was good, Iwaizumi. Your cum tasted a bit bitter but I managed to swallow all of it,” You said to him as you had swallowed Iwaizumi’s cum a couple of times before whenever you both would have sex but this time it was different since he came a lot into your mouth and you weren’t complaining. After all you would swallow any amount of Iwaizumi’s cum whenever you have him a blowjob and you really enjoyed it so much.

𝙎��� 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

[smallix]

fem! AU Nagito

her(his???) style was inspired by Futaba from the game Persona5.

while I'm playing Persona 5, I keep thought If I draw fem!Nagito in more feminine version, Futaba's style will just suit on fem! Nagito.

so I draw her(him?)

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

[guppybibi]

Ditzy Princess

𖦹 pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader

𖦹 word count: 2019

𖦹 content: mild cursing, childhood friends to lovers (eventually..) , denial, she fell first but he fell harder, reader is oikawa’s little sister, reader’s brain is a lil empty, but she's a strong woman nonetheless!!

𖦹notes: i have so many wips..but hajime my Filipino king AUGHH (im gaslighting myself shh)

✧. ┊    Part 1

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Being Oikawa Tooru’s little sister meant that you were equally as insufferable as him, debatably even more than him according to Iwaizumi. Iwa wouldn't go as far to say he disliked you, despite you being 2 years younger than Oikawa, the three of you still grew up together and developed a pretty strong bond. Oikawa had his moments, being the seemingly arrogant and egotistical person he is. Iwa was aware Tooru had some issues with his self esteem and was helping him in his own way. But in your case, nothing was backing you up. You really were just a crybaby diva, wailing as her big brother comes to save her. It really didn't start off so bad, after all you were a child who needed guidance and protection. He expected you to just grow out of it, news flash—you didn't.

Now that you're in your first year in Seijoh, he couldn't avoid you at all no matter how hard he tried. Being a headache must be in the genes, I guess. But you weren't worth putting up with, so he just started distancing himself away from you. Sure, sometimes you would barge into the gym, interrupting their practice to go to your doting brother. Which pissed him off, obviously. Though it was hard to tell since he always had a scowl on his face no matter the situation. Oh and by sometimes, he means every single day–unless you were absent or something.

Unfortunately for him, Oikawa wasn’t present today due to getting a nasty cold. Normally he’d make fun of Oikawa, along with the rest of the Seijoh four but he remembers that you’re present and that he would be your temporary savior while your brother is gone. It didn’t help that today in particular was a pretty stressful one, and as if the Gods above cursed him, a bunch of assholes picked on you for being the ‘uglier’ sibling. A bunch of envious little liars.

Naturally, it was your first instinct to go to annoy him. Your muffled cries could already be heard before you've even entered the gym, which made Hajime groan in annoyance as he muttered a random curse under his breath. And as if on cue, the metal door of the gym slides open; unveiling a very much messed up you.

Your mascara all smudged across your pretty face, fat tears staining it. Your subtly pink lips all wobbly as you make your way to Iwaizumi, knowing your brother wasn't here. At this point, this was basically a daily routine for the team, they didn't complain though. You coming in here and taking their captain and or ace meant they had an opportunity to take a break.

“ ‘Zumi! T-they were being so mean to me again, I didn't do anything wrong!” You cry out as you approach the ace with a pout on your face. ‘Pathetic..’ He thinks to himself, you were more than capable enough to defend yourself. (Verbally, at least. Physically is a different story.) “It's not my fault I don't look exactly like Oikawa! And I can't do anything about it, why pick on me for it?!” You continue, wiping away a tear from your glossy eyes.

Hajime couldn't even say anything in response, this wasn't the first time you came to him after someone bullied you for whatever reason. It was a sad thing to happen to you, but did you really have to go to him or your big brother every single time? What if they're not there for you? What will you do then? Still his good conscience couldn't just leave you sobbing like that, your doting brother wouldn't be happy about it.

Placing a rough calloused hand on your trembling shoulder, as an attempt to comfort you he starts speaking. “And what did you say to them after?” He asks, it was a completely normal question, you knew that. But you were used to just..constant coddling, no other questions asked–just instantly tending to you. “I..Nothing? I mean, maybe what they're saying is true..it still hurts though..” You reply, earning a nod from your older brother's friend. You had a point there, but you should still stick up for yourself! You had to learn, plus he didn't want to keep playing as your knight in shining armor when the two of you are pushing your thirties.

“Did you want to say something back to them?” He questions, raising a brow. You could be doing this for shits and giggles for all he knows, maybe this was a plan you and Oikawa had or something. “Well um, kind of?..” Even that answer somehow made sense, coming from a ditz like you–he didn't really expect much. “So can you or can you not defend yourself?” He asked yet again with a gruff voice, watching intently as he saw you shake your head. Okay, cool. You aren't doing this just to piss him off, that's a start.

“I could teach you, if you want to.” You blink once, twice. “Teach me how to..fight for myself?” You never considered it, you were just used to your big brother being there for you. No matter how serious or stupid it was, he’d be there in a flash. He nodded, crossing his arms as you thought about it. Your brother wouldn't always be here, today was proof of it. The same goes for Hajime, who knows where he's going after high school?

“I..think that’ll be nice actually.” And those were the words that started your tutoring sessions. You were incredibly nervous the first few times, like the personification of an earthquake. You did soon manage to get the hang of it, being able to defend yourself against your bullies unless it was really necessary for your brother and or him to step in.

To be honest, Oikawa was pretty opposed to the idea at first. Saying to his best friend that teaching her all of this ‘nonsense’ wasn't needed since he’ll always be there for her anyway. (What Oikawa didn't know is that Iwa was doing future him a favor, I mean–he didn't know he was going to Argentina!)

And so ‘Operation: Teach Y/N How to Defend Herself’ was successful. It had been like years ago at this point, barely remembered by you two like some distant memory. You didn't piss him off that much anymore, though he did have little to no contact with you; only getting updates through Oikawa.

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When he went to Irvine, California for personal matters he was aware of you being there as well since you went to visit and stayed at your grandparents. The chances of you two meeting were slim but fate had to play its part too! Now the both of you were sitting side by side, having a cup of ice cream as you catched up on your lives.

He told you about the meeting he just had with Takashi, some stuff about sports science and his personal life and whatnot. While you told him about life here in the States, being taken care of by your overbearing grandparents and stuff. You were a lot more mature than what Hajime had remembered, still a scatterbrain though. Though something comes up, leaving Hajime at some random bench while he taps away on his phone after you exchanged him your number. Saving it and putting in ‘Puny Princess’, it was stupid–he knew it was as he chuckled to himself.

No matter how fully grown you are, you’ll always be that spoiled little brat who seeks her dear knight in shining armor's protection.

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He was flying back to Japan soon, and he wanted nothing more but to cancel his flight and stay here–with you. Highschooler Iwaizumi would be laughing his ass off right now, any chance to get away from you was a blessing. He’d get on that plane like he's being chased by the police. He thought about it a lot, was it because you were less of a pain in the ass? Nope, that couldn't be the case because you still were. Sure, you didn't exactly need Prince Charming anymore which made you considerably much more bearable but it felt like there was something more to it. Why won’t life just tell him instead of forcing him to dig through a bunch of dirt in his mind?

Maybe he simply got used to being around you, to be fair–he’s been with you through thick and thin after all. Yup, that's what it was. No need to manually crank the gears in his brain anymore, this was totally it. Would he admit he had a teensy weensy little crush on you when you two were kids? God no, and that doesn't matter! I mean, that was like a decade ago–he doubts that mattered right now in any shape or form.

Well the first stage of grief was denial, he’ll work his way up. You, on the other hand, have fully accepted this stupid happy crush you got on Iwaizumi. Even your big brother knew about it, well you were pretty much an open book. Hey, your brother’s words–not mine. The way your cherubic cheeks would heat up when Hajime helped you up when you got yourself stuck in the mud, it was painstakingly obvious that you had liked him ever since.

You and your big brother had a heart to heart talk about back in middle school actually, it sits there playing constantly at the back of your mind.

It was midnight and Oikawa had come home late, you noticed he had been practicing overtime these days which worried you quite a bit but you knew Hajime was there to keep him grounded. So that's how the two of you ended up at 1AM, your brother silently eating his late cold dinner while you accompanied him.

“Did ‘Zumi practice late with you..?” You questioned, breaking the growing silence in the room. In response, he nodded and let out a dry chuckle. “Mhm, you haven't spoken a word since I got home and when you decide to speak it's about Iwa-chan? Do you not care about your dear big brother anymore?” He asks, dramatically feigning hurt as he places a hand on his chest.

He didn't miss how your lips went and formed a thin line, trying your best not to crack a smile. “Cmon, don't lie to your big brother–you like Iwa, don't you?” He teases, trying to get it out of you like he's sipping the very last drop out of the milk carton. “Maybe just a little..” You mumble, finding it just a little bit embarrassing that out of all the fish in the never ending sea, you manage to have feelings for your brother's best friend. “Hm..well I guess if you were to pick someone to marry I’d honestly prefer Iwa y’know?” You almost choke on your own spit upon hearing his words, blushing furiously. “E-eh?! Marry?! It's too early for that!” You exclaim, while your brother starts laughing like a hyena.

His words were very much true though, he trusted Iwa–so much so that if he had the chance to pick the person you’ll marry, he'd choose Hajime with no hesitation.

You roll around in your soft bed, unable to sleep as Iwaizumi’s face keeps flashing in your mind like a broken record. Wanting nothing more than to scream into your pillow, but your grandparents sleeping soundly in the other room prevented you from doing so. You wondered if you would ever go back to Japan, it seemed like your brother wouldn't after hearing him recently renounce his citizenship but it's not like you were going to follow in his footsteps. You've never felt this homesick before, stupid Iwaizumi–it's his fault for coming here unannounced. You thought your delicate heart moved on from this childish crush of yours after not seeing him in a couple of years, looks like it bounced back after meeting up with him again though..

Well, at least you had some form of communication with him after you gave him your number. That was temporarily enough for you.

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sakura: *doesn’t think*

Sou: *concerned for the both of them*