#kaku x fem

[sanjisblackasswife]

🧍🙏😔if requests are (still) open can you write for Rob Lucci or kaku going down on their gf/lover for the first headcanons,please and thank you 🦭🫶💖

𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔾𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠�� 𝕐𝕠𝕦

I think i seen ur post about needing more Kaku content, so i gotchu baby.

Black Fem! Reader in Mind

Cw: Reader is called “Honey”, Praise, Shy!Kaku, Oral Sex, Fingering, A bit of joking

He’s so sweet about the entire situation, with blush on his skin.

You have to teach him the ropes of everything in fear that he might hurt you.

He actually timidly came to YOU about the suggestion

“Maybe tonight we try something new.” He asked during dinner between you both.

You knew Kaku always had something up his sleeve when he recommended something “new”. The glint in his eye always gave it away, but the tinge of doubt in his voice made you possibly rethink about it.

You give give give to him. All the time, and he noticed this, you never ask him to go down on you. By the time he tries to reciprocate the feeling you are already straddling him, making him taste himself on your tongue and in turn breaks every thought and intention he had.

But tonight he had to.

“Just…lay back, okay?”

His voice is so soft, his hand are shaky under your touch, your body is warm in contrast to his cold hands making you arch your back into his abs while he roams all over you, squeezing as many parts of fat you have from your breast to your inner thighs.

You sigh in his mouth, you always adorned how he kissed you, especially when you pull away and his eyes are still shut for a moment, basking in how your lips felt against his.

You let him kiss the rest of your body down, giggling at how his rectangular nose taps against u with each peck, “You’re so wet, honey.” Kaku marveled at the shine of arousal on your slit, his index and middle finger rub up and down admiring the sticky mess before stealing the taste, your eyes grew wide.

“Are…you..ganna…? OH!”

Your hands immediately reached to his hair, without realizing he was already pulling apart your lower lips for complete access to your clit, his small lips latched and his tongue poking at it.

You moaned out his name, it was something you never felt before, his tongue was moving in unrecognizable directions, as if he was focusing to find the right spo—

“Ka—! Kaku wait wait wait wait!”

His face got as red as a rose, hearing your broken moans call out to him. You tasted so fantastic to him, and you smelled just as good. If it were up to Kaku he’d stay in between your thighs all night, partially suffocating him.

He slides in two fingers inside you, not letting go of your soft little clit, swirling his head around, eyes closed reaching you closer to orgasm.

You look down at him, a small giggle escapes your throat seeing his cute nose laid atop of your lower half as he was indulging himself to your flavor.

You threw your head back, feeling a familiar knot forming you grind against him. Your whimpers drove him crazy, he couldnt help but to reach inside his own pants to finish himself off with you.

“Cum.” He mumbled against your skin. “Cum for me.”

The vibration of his groans and words pushed you to the edge. Pushing yourself upwards away from his mouth your felt him pop off your clit. “Was…that okay, honey?”

Out of breath you nod, mind a blur as well as his figure than is smiling over you to plant small butterfly kisses over your face, “You’re so beautiful. Thank you for trusting me.”

He lays you on his chest, you hear his heart beat go a mile a minute against his warm skin you pepper his neck in kisses making him giggle, “You did amazing Kaku. Thank you.”

“Of course.” He moves your head to his neck, tracing small shapes on your lower back, “How about..next time….you sit on my face.”

You look at him with a amused look, “Really?”

“Yeah! You…you tasted really good.”

“Kaku!” You playfully slap his chest, slightly embarrassed, especially since you can smell yourself on his breath, “Fine…next time…”

and next time was really just “In the next 5 minutes.”

[lovelywritinglady]

Can I request Kaku x fem water 7 civilian reader please?

Flying Man

Kaku x fem!reader

In which you’re a normal civilian that works at a cute cafe who’s totally in love with a marvelous shipwright.

Takes place in water 7. Fluff, Kaku is wonderful. Added some extras.

“Everyone look outside! Kaku is at it again!” Some random customer yelled inside the cafe you worked at.

Everyone including yourself ran outside to get a good look at the “Flying Man” as everyone called him. All of the people in the cafe and people passing by were in awe at the sight of this marvelous man soaring through the sky as if he had wings. However, the show didn’t last long as he descended from the sky and landed right in front of the little cafe. Kaku stood in front of you giving you and the people around him a cute closed eye smile. You froze slightly as you had only ever seen him from afar. But now he was here in the flesh right in front of you and it was almost too much for your poor heart to bear.

“Hey there everyone! Just came by for some lunch!” He exclaimed still smiling as he begin walking into your cafe. “Oh it appears to be empty.” Kaku joked looking at the menu posted on the wall.

“Sorry sir.” You said quickly making your way behind the cash register.

“Ahh, there we are! Say are you new here?” Kaku asked and you blushed at the acknowledgment.

“Yes, I am just started last week. What can I help you with sir.” You asked him

“Ah well..” he trailed off. “I’ll take the grilled ham and cheese sandwich with a cup of black coffee.” He cheerfully spoke looking in your eyes with a smile. “And what’s your name, pretty lady. ” He added

“Oh, my name is y/n, nice to meet you.”you told him feeling slightly nervous to finally be talking to him. Certainly, that’ll be $5.67.” Would you like it for here or to go Kaku?”You asked adding his name.

“Alrighty, and to go please. I’ve got a lot of ships that need repairs today. ” He said paying for his meal.

“It’ll be out in just a sec, please feel free to wait anywhere in the café.” You told him giving him your sweetest smile.

“Thanks! Also, forgive me if this is too straight forward, but I believe you have the prettiest smile in all of water 7.” Kaku complimented giving you a wide smile. Without hearing your response, he turned around and sat himself at a booth near the register.

“Thanks.” You muttered slightly dumbfounded by his sudden compliment.

After a few moments, his order was ready. You took it upon yourself to bag is You walked out and handed him his order as he took it cheerfully.

“Well thank you!” Kaku spoke taking his order. As you face it to him your fingertips touched his. A warm feeling erupted in your chest as your cheeks felt warm. He looked in your eyes and you weren’t sure what it was, but they made you feel so comfortable.

“You’re welcome sir.-Kaku” You muttered. “Please come back anytime.” You added speaking a bit more clearly.

“I think I will, I’ve been here a few time now, but I think I’ll start coming more often now that they have a cute server working here.” Kaku declared giving you a wink.

“Oh, well…thank you.” You blushed feeling excited at the thought of him coming back to the cafe.

For the next couple of weeks Kaku took it upon himself to come to the cafe every day. And everyday since he’s order the same meal. And give you large tip every time. You’ve gotten so use to seeing him that as soon as the clock turned 12, you took it upon yourself to start making his order personally. So, today when he didn’t show up you were confused. His order was ready in the back that had now gotten cold. The clock kept ticking away and you got on with your day by serving other customers. You felt worried for him, so worried in fact that you messed up an order. Thankfully, the customer was kind and could tell that something was up with you. As the day ticked on and turned into night, you decided that it was best to go home considering it was closing time. You left the cafe after locking up and began walking home. You were distressed by the absence of your crush as weren’t paying attention to where you were really walking. You were staring at you felt letting your body move on autopilot when suddenly, you bumped into a large figure.

“Oh shit.” You whined as you fell to the ground.

“Jeeze are you alright y/n?” A familiar voice called out

“Kaku?” You spoke out excitedly with a large grin on your face.

“Yeah, hey there. Let’s get you up.” Kaku greeted helping you as you tools his hands.

“Thank you.” You said still holding on to him.

“You’re quite welcome.” He winked holding squeezing you hand.

The two of you looked at each others eyes for what felt like an eternity before he coughed letting dropping your hands. You let out a sigh, already missing the warmth that his hands gave you.

“Kaku.” You said as he hummed in response. “I’m sorry if this sounds weird, but where were you today?” You asked sheepishly as you hugged yourself finding it slightly difficult to look him in his beautiful eyes. He chucked at your shyness as he grabbed your hands from your body and held them close to him.

“I’m sorry about that. The docs today were extremely hectic. Trust me all I could think about was you today.” He explained pulling you closer.

“You thought about me?” You asked slightly confused.

“Of course I did!” Kaku said like it was obvious.

“W-why?” You asked still not understanding.

“Oh y/n. I guess I should’ve made my intentions clearer.” Kaku told you rubbing your hands with his thumbs. “I like you precious, I really do.” Kaku affirmed. You were stunned but relieved that he felt the same way.

“I like you too, Kaku.” You whispered taking your hands from his and wrapping yourself in is arms. You could tell he was slightly shocked by your confidence but quickly put his arms around you and held you tightly against him. The two of you remained like this for a while feeling each others warmth and comfort. To you it all felt unreal and truly special. To Kaku this was all he truly felt he needed but knew that if the government found out it could potentially mean hell for him. But he didn’t care these past few weeks seeing you and even before that as he watched you from afar, made him feel more alive than anything else. He needed you and he hoped you’d give him the chance to prove that. Soon enough he felt it was important to finally ask the question he’s been dying to. So, he pulled away slightly to allow himself to look at your face as he held onto your body.

“What is it?” You questioned giving him a small smile.

“How would you like to go on a date with me?” Kaku finally asked

“Absolutely I will!” You exclaimed pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Haha, I’m so glad.” Kaku replied feeling excited but also worried for the future ahead with the woman that he adores.

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-L.W.L

[thejupitermoon]

J'ai commencé une nouvelle fanfiction et je compte sortir le premier chapitre le 12/08/23 si tout se passe comme prévu

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev. pt.2

one synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: koko’s is short but FOR A GOOD REASON I SWEAR lol i'm just happy it finally got written after MONTHS of keeping yall waiting. thank you once more for your patience and eagerness to read, hope you enjoy! :)))))

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow , @captaincyberqueen

Stumbling through the entry of his home with the help of the Haitani brothers, a drunk KAKUCHO groaned after they roughly tossed him onto his couch without an ounce of care, the youngest dusting off his hands and his counterpart adjusting his suit with a click of his tongue. “Can’t believe your light-weight ass let that idiot talk you into downing a whole bottle of bourbon.” 

Rindou scoffed. “I can’t believe we got stuck with taking him home.” 

Ran shrugged, heading for the kitchen. “Eh. Rather him than the walking pepto-bismol still passed out at the bar.” 

Kakucho gave another groan, lopsided with his face buried in the cushions. While his brother prepared a glass of water and pain pills, Rindou occupied himself by watching the wallowing man through a pitied lens. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Never seen him drink that much…Think something’s going on?” 

“In our line of work, I can only imagine what isn’t stressing him out.” 

“Yeah but…look at ‘em,” he gestured. “It’s pathetic.” 

“I can hear you...” Kakucho eventually spoke, although muffled in the cushions. 

“I’m aware.” Rindou replied. 

Ran snorted, setting the glass on the coffee table and the bottle of meds right next to it. He then leaned down to turn the dead-weighted drunk over with a grunt, placing him on his side. “There. Don’t need you choking on your vomit,” he pointed at the table, “take those and drink that whole glass. Call Koko tomorrow if you aren’t dead.” 

Kakucho groaned once more, sluggishly reaching for the glass and nearly knocking it over. Rindou hissed as he quickly grabbed it before it tipped over. With an irritated huff he grabbed the front of the younger male’s button up, and hauled him up to face him forward. It was difficult to keep him still, and Ran wasn’t looking to help anytime soon as he smirked at the display. Rindou cursed him and everything under the moon until he finally managed to sit Kakucho upright long enough to put the glass in his hands, guiding it to his mouth. 

He grunted, annoyed, “Drink.” 

The dark-haired gangster stared longingly into the rippling water, cheeks flushed, lips pouted. His mind began to wander, his one good eye glazed over as he gently swayed to silence. Rindou impatiently tapped his foot, “The hell’s wrong with you, drink it already.” 

“Patience, otouto. He probably doesn’t remember how.” Ran mocked, earning a side-eye before Kakucho proved him wrong by gulping down the entire glass. Once finished, he let it slip from his hands, landing on the ground with a sharp clatter. Ran clicked his tongue again, “You were supposed to take a pill with that.” 

“Fuck the pill..” Kakucho muttered, slowly falling back down to his side and curling up as best as his long legs would allow. “Leave me alone..” 

Rindou turned on his heel. “Don’t have to tell me twice-” 

“Actually, now I wanna know. Someone like you doesn’t indulge our activities, let alone participate. So, what gives?” 

Abruptly stopping in his tracks, Rindou turned back to shoot his brother an incredulous look, shocked he would reopen the door that was closing. He was ignored as Ran leaned against the back of the couch wearing a sly grin, feeling particularly nosy all of the sudden. Having never witnessed this side of his superior, it piqued his curiosity. Kakucho didn’t respond, didn’t even move. Ran would’ve guessed he passed out if not for the occasional hiccup he heard.

Rindou sighed heavily, since they didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon, coming back to sit in a chair with crossed arms. Ran continued to push until he found the correct button. 

“Was it something that happened on the job? Mikey scold you for not restocking his snack cabinet? The dry cleaners not press your suits correctly–Let me know when I’m getting warmer.” 

“I said leave..me alone…” Kakucho slurred, “I wanna [hic] be alone…” 

Ran hummed, unphased. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned. C’mon, we got you home safely, I feel like we’ve earned an explanation on what made the pristine number three fly off the handle like this.”

No amount of teasing was going to break Kakucho. At least, not when he’s sober. The aforementioned lightweight always regulated how much he drank because of how decomposed he became, how sensitive he got. Despite his best efforts to remain under control, he was slowly losing his grasp of it the longer those two knuckleheads were in his home. He didn’t want to share what got him so worked up, it was nobody’s business but his own. Sadly, his resolve was fragile from the start, and all it took was a small gust of wind to have it come crumbling down…and Rindou’s input came barging in like a raging storm. 

“Bet it’s about [_____], isn’t it?” 

Kakucho’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, body moving before his brain could catch up as he practically shot up from the couch like a rocket and borderline tackled the lavender-haired man, knocking both him and the chair backward, landing with a harsh thud. The sudden movement caught the brothers off guard, Rin more than Ran for obvious reasons. Kakucho grabbed the younger Haitani by his collar and began shaking him roughly, a furious look upon his flushed face as he practically snarled in Rindou’s. “Don’t you ever say her name, you hear me?! I will slit your fucking throat, you sonofabitch–”

“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Ran swiftly disengaged Kakucho, catching him in a headlock and stepping backward to separate them. But, if he thought it was going to be that easy, he had another thing coming. 

Kakucho elbowed Ran in his side. It did little damage, only making the older male clench his teeth and eat it, still trying to hold him back and calm him down. They shuffled around for a moment until Kakucho made move to bite into Ran’s forearm with all his might. Though the pain was dulled thanks to his jacket sleeve, it still shocked him enough to loosen his grip, leaving just enough wiggle room to escape his grasp and reel his arm back to throw a mean swing. However, due to him still being very much intoxicated, he missed him by a longshot when Ran just took a small side-step out of the way, sending Kaku to stumble and crash into a side table. Luckily the lamp was there to cushion some of the impact.

Rindou clutched his stretched-out collar, brows furrowed as watched the scene unfold from his position on the floor. “..the fuck was that?”  

The ravenette moaned on the floor, but not in pain from the fall. No doubt he’d feel in the morning, but all of his agony came from within at the mere utterance of your name. He laid there in the heaps of broken shards and began to weep, so deeply from his soul that it stunned both brothers to an awkward silence. His body trembled with each cry, mumbles of your name smothered in with the wails as they echoed through the empty house. They watched him for a moment before exchanging looks. Ran made a silent gesture to leave, but Rindou merely shook his head with another sigh. There was no way they could leave now, thanks to him…

Scrambling up to stand, Rindou gestured for his brother to handle one side while he came to the other. Together they were able to heave their superior off the floor, careful not to cut him or get cut from the scattered lamp pieces. He weakly fought against them, still blubbering like a newborn until he eventually gave up, most likely from exhaustion. They hauled him back to the couch again, only this time setting him down gentler than they did the first time. Kakucho’s face fell into his hands as he continued to sob, shoulders shaking as he poured hours' worth of pent-up emotion right onto the palms. Ran scratched the back of his neck, mildly perturbed. Rindou stood with his arms crossed, frown heavy. “See? Pathetic.” 

“Careful. He might attack you again.” Ran warned sarcastically, Kakucho rapidly shook his head in protest. 

“I-I won’t.. Forgive me, I don’t..I don’t know what came over me..” he said, meekly, ashamed. “I just..when you said her name, I remembered she…s-she..” 

Ran’s eyes widened a fraction, “What, she died?”

Kakucho shot him a tearful glare, sniffling as he firmly said, “No. Don’t say such a thing so casually.” 

He threw his hands up. “Hey, don’t blame me, ‘m not the one who suplexed a lamp because my ex’s name was dropped. Nearly ripped my poor, little Rin’s head off, too.” 

“Shuddup, man.” 

“I’m just saying that-”

“She had a baby.” Kakucho voiced, extinguishing the argument and stunning them yet into another silence. Rindou’s arms dropped to his sides whilst Ran’s brows raised to his hairline. “And...I’m almost certain it’s mine. No..I am certain.” 

His words hung heavily in the air. So much so, both brothers had to take a seat. Rindou stared at Kakucho while Ran stared at the wall, speechless. Until he eventually found the words. “Damn. Don’t know whether to say congrats or condolences. How’d you find that out?” 

Kakucho sighed, drying his face on his sleeve. “I had business in Kyoto to attend to earlier today. When I finished, I stopped by the cherry blossoms, where we...used to go together. That's when I saw her...further down the trail. She wasn’t alone.” 

The visual flooded his foggy mind like high beams, the sight of you wearing a beautiful dress he’d never seen before, glowing heavenly beneath the sun and fallen cherry blossoms. He felt as if he was standing in memory, as if he was in a reality where he was still yours. Kakucho remembered how his feet had a mind of their own, forcing him forward to get closer to you, to speak to you after all this time apart. But, his bubble bursts the second you crouched down with open arms, ready to embrace the child running back to you after attempting to catch falling petals. He froze. You scooped up the child with ease, showering the small boy in kisses to the point his squeals flowed happily in the soft breeze. Kakucho felt his chest tighten then twist, knees buckling the second he saw those bright, crimson eyes staring back at you…it was like seeing an image of his youth. He should've approach you right then and there, to demand answers, to demand explanation, anything to soothe this ache. 

But, he didn’t. 

He was afraid. Afraid of what you’d think, of what you’d say. You kept this from him for a reason, didn’t you? All these years, and he found out completely by happenstance. Had he not gone out there, would he have ever known? Would you have told him? Maybe you didn’t think he was fit to be a father, maybe you did this to keep the child safe. Maybe you no longer believed that he could keep either of you safe… 

It tore at him, from the inside out. No matter how he tried to ignore it, the ache grew into a throb, and the throb into a chasm that only the bottom of a bottle could satiate. And even then, all he could think was how much he failed.   

The brothers exchanged another look, having no idea the kind of demon their superior was dealing with. Despite not caring too much about it, they still felt bad. What man wouldn’t be devastated, especially given his background and how he grew up. Ran gave a low whistle. “That’s…rough.”

“Yeah. Wish you said that instead of trying to kill me.” 

Kakucho rubbed his face, embarrassed. “I apologize...truly.” 

“Tsk. Apologize to the lamp.” He shrugged it off, not holding a grudge over it. “You know, you can just reach out to her. Even if it’s to hear her say she wants nothing to do with you, that’s closure at least. Because this, what you’re doing now, is pathe-” 

“Pathetic, I know, I heard you the first damn time.” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the effects of the alcohol start to simmer out, and a headache closing in. “I suppose.. you’re right. If she doesn’t want me in her life or his then…at least she’ll know I’ll always be here if she needs me.” 

Ran offered an approving nod, opening his mouth to say his two cents only for his phone to interrupt him. The specific ringtone made him close his eyes in immediate annoyance: Sanzu. Sighing heavily through his nose, he reached into his pocket and answered, “What-” 

“YOU BASTARDS JUST LEFT ME HERE?!”

RINDOU was used to the stares he’d get at the gym, but this was new for him. 

After completing another hundred reps on the bench press, during his cooldown he noticed his small audience gaping at him in awe from a nearby machine. The little boy gasped at being caught, ducking behind a weight twice his size before peeking over it, only to completely disappear when he saw Rin still looking his way. 

He huffed through his nose, amused. But, he elected to ignore it. No harm in letting the little guy get some inspiration for future gym goals. After a quick break, Rindou prepared for his next set, setting his water down and adjusting his headphones. Laying down on the bench, about to lift the bar off the rest, he noticed the little boy in his peripheral, peeking over the weight once more, large eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn’t help the small grin tugging on his lips, prideful to have such innocent admiration compared to the usual thirst from onlookers he was accustomed to. 

However, it made him wonder…whose kid was this? 

There wasn’t a children’s area in this particular gym, let alone many that were brought, so someone had to be looking for him, right?…and there’s no telling how long the little boy’s been following him. The parent must be worried.

But it wasn’t his problem. 

He was there to workout and leave, not worry about someone else’s ankle-bitter, no matter how adorable. 

Unfortunately, Rindou made the mistake of peeking back at the boy, seeing him trying to imitate his form with his little arms, face scrunched in concentration and tongue sticking out. He nearly dropped the weight on himself at the sight, losing his own concentration. Kissing his teeth, he set the bar back on the rest, snapping the little boy from his focus. Although Rindou’s brow was furrowed, he wasn’t too annoyed at the interruption, sitting up to finally address his new fan. 

“Oi. It’s impolite to stare.” 

The boy flinched slightly, then looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. “'m s-sorry, mister…” 

Rindou felt a pang in his chest. With an exhale, he stood from the bench and removed his headphones as he walked over to the kid. Crouching down to his level, he took note of how the boy struggled to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the bottom half of his shirt. “Hmph. Guess you can’t learn the correct form without watching someone else. You trynna build muscle, too, little man?” 

Like flipping a switch, the boy’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head excitedly, tiny fists pumped. “Yeah! Wanna have huge muscles! Get big and strong like the heroes on TV!” 

He raised a brow. “Yeah?” 

“Uh huh! But-But you’re bigger, mister! Like,” he extended his arms as wide as he could, “SUPER big.” 

He grinned, smug. He liked this kid. “Damn right. But, you know, in order for me to stay this big and strong, I have to focus on my workout. And I can't really do that with you watching me like a hawk."

The little boy's mouth formed an 'o' before he covered it with his hands, sheepish as he looked at him with guilt, "Uh oh.."

Rindou shrugged, "t's fine, I ain't mad," creeped out, but he doesn't mention that. He looked around for a second, trying to see if there were any indication of someone appearing frantic or distraught. When he came up with nothing, he sighed, "How about this: Lemme finish my last set, and then you and I find your dad or something. Deal?"

The boy lit up once more, "C-Can I help?"

Rindou raised a brow, "Help, huh?" The boy nodded, eyes big and bright, and hopeful, and dammit. How can he say no to that face? He kissed his teeth, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, sure. You can...help keep count, I guess. How high can you count?"

"To a million!"

With a snort, Rindou merely shook his head, standing back to his full height to walk back to the bench with the ankle biter hot on his tail. How he ended up on babysitting duty was beyond him. But could be worse.

One set and a struggle to count past the number 30 later, Rindou held the boy's hand, who he eventually discovered was named Rintaro, as they scoped out the gym high and low to find his father. No matter how many men he pointed to, Rintaro claimed none of them.

Rindou was starting to grow frustrated.

There were still some workouts he hadn't gotten to yet, and this was eating up time. The younger Haitani had half a mind to just drop the kid off at the help desk, but every time it crosses his mind, he makes the mistake again of making eye contact with the boy and his big ole eyes. He looked happy to just be holding his hand, as if Rindou held up the moon and stars. It was...a little off-putting he won’t lie, but adorable, nonetheless. He couldn't just abandon him, even if he wanted to.

He sighed, “Seriously, kid, did your old man drop you here and leave? We should’ve found him by now…”

The boy blinked up at him, confused. “What old man?”

“No, not an old man, I mean your dad—Look, where was the last place you saw him before you wandered off?”

“Oh. I don’t have a dad.”

Rindou stopped. Then, with a swiftness he scooped up Rintaro by his underarms and held him at eye level, glaring at him with a twitching brow. “What.”

The boy sheepishly grinned. “I'm here with my mommy...”

“You mean to tell me we’ve been walking in circles for almost ten minutes, and you were just not gonna share that? Why didn’t you say something??”

“Because…” he fiddled with his fingers, looking down. “I like being with you…it’s fun…”

Well, shit.

Just like that, the anger evaporated. Rindou kissed his teeth, setting the boy back on the ground, crouching down to his level. Then, ruffling his hair, he said, “Alright, little man, no more games. Your ma’s probably worried to death about you. You said you're wanting to get strong to protect her, right?”

Rintaro nodded. Rindou continued, “Well you can’t protect her if you keep leaving her by herself, especially with all these meatheads around. You gotta stick by her, watch her back. And promise you won’t do this again. Okay?”

He nodded again, “Okay…”

“Okay, and?”

“And I promise…”

Rintaro sniffled, wiping his eyes with his fists. Rindou felt another pang in his chest, his intent not to make the kid cry. It’s not like it was his job to discipline him…

He ruffled the boy’s hair again, leaning downward so he could see his face. “Oi. No waterworks. Besides, you gotta be good so she'll bring ya back. You can't count for shit, but.. wouldn't mind having a spotter. What d'you say? You up for it?”

Like flipping a switch, Rintaro’s head perked up at the indication of not only getting to see him again but being a part of his routine. He nodded so hard, Rindou feared he’d give himself whiplash. Though, there was no hiding his grin. Yeah, he liked this kid. Reminded him of himself when he was that age…come to think of it…he looks sorta similar, too—

“Rinta!” Came a voice from afar, stressed and full of emotion.

“Mommy!” He answered, smile widening upon seeing you approach, arms extended out as he ran over to you. When Rindou stood to face the direction where the boy ran to, it felt like his world turned to slow motion, eyes narrowing in on the aforementioned mother—His ex.

He froze like a deer in headlights, shoulders tensed to where he could feel a cramp setting in. There was no way he was seeing this…no absolute shot in hell that you were here before him, hugging and kissing the kid he spent half an hour with, who allegedly didn’t have a dad, who just called you—“Mommy?”

At the sound of Rintaro’s confusion, it was then Rindou snapped from his daze and realized you had noticed him standing there, the two of you locking eyes; you looked equally horrified. And you were probably thinking the same thing he was.

Out of all the people…why’d it have to be you?

“I’m sorry, but this store is for grown ups with real money. I’m afraid I cannot accept this, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

The little girl pouted angrily up at the woman, arms crossed in displeasure. How dare she say such a thing about her piggy bank, she didn’t even bother to count how much was inside. That was a months' worth of good behavior at school, a couple tooth fairy visits, and some Monopoly money, and she worked hard to get it.

“Look you hag. ’m not leavin’ til you hand over the necklace with the shinies and sparklies on it for my mama’s birfday. So, cough it up!”

The woman appeared revolted by such lack of decorum, hand over heart as she gaped down at the little girl, face reddening with anger. She waggled a finger, lip upturned as she scolded the child, threatening to have her escorted out by security, only for it to be shut down by the sound of the little girl blowing raspberries up at her. The woman gave a dramatic gasp, horrified at such bratty behavior. However, before she could even reach for the phone to dial the number for the security office, an unexpected guest decided to step in.

"Belinda, are you being bested by a child?"

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, full body turning towards the source to come face to face with one of the store's top investors, KOKONOI Hajime. Her skin grew pale in an instant, loss for words as she struggled to explain the embarrassing display he just walked in on. The little girl paused her taunting to gape up at the beautiful, shiny man before her, thinking a prince just popped right off a cover of a fairytale book. Draped in a stylish red kimono, with various jewels hanging off him like ornaments that twinkle beneath the warm lighting of the store, it's a wonder how he even made a place like this feel cheap. But what really caught her attention was his snow-white hair. It looked so silky, just begging to be braided and decorated with various bobs and barrettes. Maybe even some stickers–

"K-Kokonoi-san!" The woman exclaimed, startling the girl out of her daydream. Bowing deeply, forehead nearly touching her own knees, she disappeared behind the counter. Blinking widely at the perceived magic trick, the little girl craned her neck to see where she went, only to be disappointed that she didn’t actually disappear. "I-I wasn't informed you would be dropping in, s-sir. Please, excuse my rudeness."

"I was in the area," his gaze locked on the fetus at his shins. He points down at her. "Who is this?"

"I'm..not sure, sir. She's been causing a disturbance. Making a scene, demanding I let her purchase one of our display items with...board game currency."

The girl stomped around the corner to point at the still bowing woman. "I gave you money, now gimme the shiny! Those are the rules!"

Belinda peered up a little to squint at her, sneering as she spoke, "For the last time, you little miscreant, that money isn't real."

"It is, too! It's green! Money is green, you dumb hag!"

"You-!"

Kokonoi grinned, amused, "She has a point. Money is green, Belinda."

Said clerk shot up and eyed the white-haired man, flabbergasted. "S-Sir! You can't really be encouraging this obscenity, I mean, honestly! My job is to make sure nonsense like this is handled, and this little girl is disrupting the peace of this store."

"Mm. You getting worked up over some kid won’t resolve anything."

Belinda flushed a bright red of embarrassment once more. "Y-Yes. Yes, of course. My apologies." She bowed again.

Koko merely rolled his eyes, gesturing to the phone. “Just get security on the line. Someone’s gotta be looking for her by now.”

"No! 'm not leaving until you gimme mommy's birfday present!"

Kokonoi hummed, tilting his head in a teasing manner. "Too bad. That necklace isn't for sale. And it won’t be for a long time. Why don’t you start smaller, huh? Draw your mommy a picture or something."

She angrily pouted, pointing at her piggy bank on the counter. “I held Hammy all the way here, and his tummy’s full! Mommy says when his tummy’s full, I can buy whatever I want. And I. Want. That. Necklace.”

Koko’s brow twitched, leaning down to look her right in the eye as he grumbled. “Look, you little brat. I already told ya, it ain’t for sale. Now, be a good girl, and wait quietly until security comes to get you.”

The girl met his stare with a challenging one. This means war.

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

What ab tenjiku guys with a yapper gf⁉️ and I mean like, after the boombayah she'd stare dead at the ceiling and be like "that feeling you get on your tongue when you eat a pineapple is actually the pineapple trying to eat you" and go on a whole rant til she falls asleep. Plssss do this my glorious queen Kaz 🙏🙏😁😁😁😜🤭😍😝🎀😜😭🤭😝🤝😝🤝🤭😁🤭😁♥️♥️♥️

Tenjiku x Talkative!Girlfriend!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, kinda smut on Mochi's, post-sex convos, random facts, questions, and workplace drama ♡

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Mochi, Mucho, Shion

note: glorious queen is crazy 😭 pls continue tho lmao

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Izana

🎴 He's not trying to hear that yapping

"Zana, did you know that cats basically brainwashed humans into loving them?"

"...what?"

🎴 He'll roll over and ignore you until you shut up

🎴 Yap enough and he'll leave the room and sleep on the couch

Kakucho

🩷 He loves listening to you talk, but it's late at night and he's tired

🩷 He politely asks you to be quiet

"Kaku, do you ever think-"

"Babygirl, y'know I love listening to you yap all day, but please lemme get some sleep."

🩷 Cuddles you and buries your face in his chest so you'll shut up

Ran

💜 This man values his beauty sleep, so he hates the rants fr

"Ran, if you had the power to stop time for as long as you want, what would you do?"

"I'd get some damn rest, now go to bed princess."

💜 Puts noise cancelling headphones in to block you out

Rindou

🩵 Happily listens to your yapping

"Then the lady started going off, calling my boss out of his name and shit."

"Oh really?...Then what baby?"

🩵 Falls asleep while you're talking, your voice is soothing for him

🩵 He's the type of boyfriend to fall asleep on calls too

Mochi

🍡 Doesn't mind the yapping at first

"Then the guy started traveling through time to save his childhood friends and-"

"Darling I'm gonna stop you right there, because if you got time to yap, then you have energy for another round."

🍡 Prefers you whimpering and moaning rather than talking his ears off

Mucho

💙 Doesn't even let you start yapping

"Baby if-"

*Covers your mouth with his hand* "It's time for bed love."

💙 I swear he'd be like an old man, going to sleep early and shit lol

Shion

♥️ Listens intently to every word you say

"Did you know some sharks eat their siblings in the womb?"

"That's fucking vicious...tell me more."

♥️ Stays up all night talking to you until you fall asleep

♥️ He hates when you fall asleep before him, he doesn't like the silence or the absence of your voice

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[kakujis]

stay with me?;

a/n: a little continuation of this post. i love kakucho too much to not give him what he wants c’mon now. 😭 but why is it so sexy for (fictional)men to restrain themselves until they just can’t anymore n they jus go buck wild?? anyways, i put my entire p*ssy into this i hope u guys enjoy! like genuinely i lost my mind writing this jjdjdjd

ft: bonten!kakucho x afab!reader

wc: 4.1k, not proofread xd

warnings: dark content. afab fem!reader, sub!reader, somno, f!oral receiving, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, pet names, slight orgasm control, unprotected, creamp*e(i hate this word), multiple rounds, dubcon, jealousy, stalking, obsession, honestly the more i wrote this it became a bit of yan!kakucho lol. gets a little soft at the end. very self indulgent 💜

showering with your door unlocked wasn’t the dumbest thing you could do. okay, maybe it was…but you trusted kakucho to watch and take care of any danger while he was there.

fresh out of the shower, you finished putting lotion onto your skin, the cool cream sinking into the warmth of your skin. switching off your bathroom light as you leave, you glance at your bedroom door.

maybe.. you should say goodnight to him, he is going to be up all night. you walk over, goosebumps blooming as you rubbed your arms for warmth. why was it always so cold out of the shower?

you open your door and peek into the dimly lit living room. kakucho was there, sitting on your couch and reading a book. dressed in all black, he rested one leg up on his knee and under the light of lamp you thought he looked handsome, his black hair dangling in front of his face as he read some random book plucked off the shelf.

“kakucho..” you started, voice barely louder than a whisper. he glanced up immediately, concern etching his features and two tone eyes meeting yours. you gave a small smile, “good night and thanks for... all this,” you say, gesturing to his spot.

he blinks, before nodding, “no problem. boss’s orders anyway,” he smiles back at you, before waving you off. “go get some rest.”

you nod before slipping back into your room, closing the door behind you. you hesitate on the lock slightly before you forgo locking it, trusting in kakucho completely. he was different from the rest of bonten. his voice was gentle alongside his touches. he was sweet to you and you to him. he was the one you went to when you were upset or scared. in another life, under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve dated.

but you remember what he actually does every time he stumbles into your office, hands bloodied and eyes frenzied. you always patch him up, watching the rise and fall of his chest reminding you that he was alive and someone else wasn’t. it strikes fear into you every time, that someone so gentle and so sweet could still snuff the light out from someone else.

you wonder what he looks like in those moments. does he look as lost when he’s sitting on your desk, eyes far off and unfocused as you disinfect and bandage his wounds? or is his resolve unwavering, eyes locked as he stares down his target and pulls the trigger?

you shake your head, nows not the time to think about that. now is time for sleep, you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow. mikey’s list of tasks seemed to never end and you groaned thinking about the new stack of paper work that would grace your desk tomorrow morning.

you flopped into your bed, sinking down into your comforter and pillows. curling up under your blanket, you checked your phone one more time to see if you had any missing messages. you had just said goodnight to him, but seeing his name in your list of messages had you wanting to say it again.

y/n: kaku, i’m gonna sleep now. feel free to use whatever, whenever! sorry you have to stay up for me.

you waited a few moments, seeing if he’d respond. and he did, an immediate “read” underneath your message followed by his own:

kakucho: what’d i say earlier? don’t worry about it. you’re special to us.

y/n: you’re all special to me too. <3 goodnight.

kakucho: goodnight, y/n.

with that you closed your phone, placing it onto your nightstand before turning over. almost instantly, exhaustion took hold and you fell into a deep slumber.

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the instant mikey mentioned that you could be in trouble, kakucho offered himself up. due to the increasing gang-conflict, you were assigned more body guards to escort you to and from home. not only that, but you had guards keeping watch outside your office day in and out.

as kakucho said, you were special to bonten. a shining, pearly light in the bleakness of bonten’s all consuming night. each executive held a place for you in their heart and each one had dreams of making you theirs, but kakucho.. bordered on obsession.

it started off innocent like holding the door open for you or grabbing an extra coffee on his way to work. if you were going to be a long time addition, he might as well get to know you. eventually, he started to relax in your company. he’d always visit your office at least once a day and you welcomed him, listening to his woes while venting some of your own. you were a breath of fresh air, the sweet scent of flowers, and being around you felt like a dream.. but then he started getting jealous.

jealous of the way you’d lightly tap on ran’s arm, giggling when he made a joke. jealous when you’d dance in rindou’s office, body swaying and humming to his music. jealous when he’d catch you sobering up sanzu, your body dangerously close to his as you pressed a water cup to his lips.

jealous of the way you’d always tell kokonoi how pretty his hair was and what he thought about your own. jealous when you’d light up takeomi’s cigarette for him without him even having to ask. jealous when you’d rub mochi’s shoulders after a long day, calling in someone to bring him a glass of wine. jealous of how every morning started with mikey and ended with mikey, as you were his secretary.

kakucho hitto was so fucking jealous of every single little thing you would do with anyone who wasn’t him. that’s when he started taking your things, little trinkets to keep you close, praying you’d keep your balcony door open every evening so he wouldn’t have to feel bad for breaking in. when he first followed you home, he didn’t even realize it. for some reason, you loved to take public transport home, as if you didn’t work for the most notorious gang in Japan. he was entranced by the way you moved, seemingly without a care in the world.

he caught himself when you turned back, the weight of his stare boring into you. he hid quickly, crouching behind a parked car. you shrugged it off and continued on, eventually making it to your small apartment home situated on the second story. he pondered over going back to his own place. he made it here, but what now? he couldn’t just knock on the door.

but then he heard something, the sound of a sliding door being opened. you stretched and sighed into the evening air, before heading back in. he came closer, until he decided to climb up onto your balcony. he dropped down, hiding behind your curtains. he peeked in, breath hitching as you started taking your clothes off before entering your room.

at the sound of running water and your bathroom door softly closing, he fully made his way in. he thought your apartment was cute, simple and small. the others probably would’ve had a fit knowing you lived so quaintly instead of bathing in luxury. but kakucho liked it anyway, running his hands along your walls and furniture, taking in deep lungfuls of your burning candle’s scent. god he wanted to make you his wife.

his pretty little housewife who would greet him home after a long day at work. his angel who would sit in his lap, pressing kisses to his forehead, murmuring, “let me take care of you, honey.” he yearned for it, his pretty baby fucked dumb on his bed every night.

when he first peered into your bedroom, he held back a groan as he saw your panties thrown onto the floor. your skirt was left haphazardly on your desk chair. while the rest of your clothes left a trail into the bathroom.

he felt guilty, you had no idea he was here. technically he was breaking in, but you had left everything so open. as if you were inviting him in just like you did with your office.

that night he stole his first pair of panties, shoving them into his pocket as he slipped out the way he came. heart pounding he walked away with his prize, albeit small in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn’t stop smiling, twirling the fabric in between his fingers. he came hard and fast that night inhaling your scent, he was addicted. he wanted more, your voice, your touch, your everything.

he started becoming a little more risky, first touching himself in your bedroom to opening your bathroom door slightly just to hear your singing as he jacked off into a used pair. it was never enough, he wanted, no, needed you underneath him squirming and writhing as he filled you up multiple times a night. he was getting restless and sooner or later he would finally get what he wanted: you.

that’s how he ended up here, the first one to watch over and protect you. his phone buzzed and he closed his book, reaching over to see who was texting him. he frowned when he realized it was the bonten group chat. what could they possibly want? he thought, opening up his messages.

mikey: we didn’t have time for a meeting today but who’s watching y/n tomorrow? kakucho can’t do it two nights in a row.

he tsk’d. he’d do this for the rest of his life if he had too, no questions asked.

kakucho: i don’t mind doing it tomorrow too.

mikey: no. you need rest, won’t be as reliable if you’re tired.

he bit his lip, tapping impatiently on his phone.

kakucho: i could just rest during the day.

mikey: i said no. it’s not an option. i don’t want anyone doing two nights in a row.

ran: i could probs do it or rin?

fuck. he grimaced, thinking about how ran wouldn’t hesitate to flirt with you. he remembers the day that he caught you letting ran sleep in your lap, your fingers running through his hair. not to mention, rindou, who already has you dancing in his office, you’d probably dance with him here too. at least, he thinks, it’s not sanzu. between the two brothers though, he’d probably hope for rindou.

mikey: sure, idc as long as someone does it.

rindou: i think i’m busy tomorrow night? have some stuff to clean up, it’s gonna have to be u ran

ran: alright lol

fuck. kakucho rubs his face, bouncing his leg as he sets his phone down. he paces the room, carefully trying to not wake you up. but the idea of ran flirting with you and you laughing, crinkling your nose, like you always do has him up the walls. would you playfully hit his arm like usual? would you let him touch you, hands trailing down your back? would you let him kiss you? god forbid, would you let him fuck you?

he runs a hand through his hair, his rage starting to consume him. there was one stream-line thought, hammering itself and taking hold of his brain: he has to be your first. he eyes the closed bedroom door. he’s done this before, he thinks, kicking off his shoes. just never while you’re actually in your bedroom. he takes a deep breath, before lightly placing his hand on the knob. slowly, he turns it, opening and entering into your room.

moonlight spills across your bed, illuminating your face in the dark. you snore softly, the exhaustion not only physical, but mental, wearing on you. the danger of having your brains blown out at any given moment loomed over you every day, suffocating every waking moment. you were on edge, always, and rightfully so. that’s why you felt safe with kakucho, utterly and completely safe. but that’s because you had never noticed the hurt in his eyes when you’d turn away from him. or the way his jaw tensed when you’d get “too close” to other executives. not once did you see the longing stares from across the room during meetings, too focused on writing down as many notes as you could hanging onto every word.

so you slept, peaceful and content, completely unaware that your protector was longing to keep you pinned underneath him as he had his way with you. if only you knew the things that he would do to you. slowly, he crept towards your dozing figure. your bed dipped as he came closer, a gloved hand pulling down your blanket. you twitched and he paused, watching as you made a little noise in response to the sudden cold shift.

his heart was pounding as he left light touches, ghosting over your exposed skin. he hooks a finger under your waistband, inching down your pajama shorts. he removes one glove, his hands burning with desire to truly feel you before he uses one finger to trail down the length of your clothed cunt.

you stir once more and he pauses again. is he really doing this? there’s no way you wouldn’t wake and yet he can’t find it in him to care. so he continues, gently carressing your core, every so often glasting over your thighs. little moans and mewls came from you and kakucho could feel his patience thinning. he wanted to take his time, explore every inch of you, but if just those small touches could get you writhing underneath him what would happen if he did more?

removing his other glove and casting it onto the floor, he starts to remove your panties. he throws them near his gloves, a reminder to take them for later. settling himself in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to your pussy. his breath is hot as he licks a stripe from your hole to clit. hooking his arms around your thighs, he holds you in place as you start to squirm in your sleep. he spreads your folds, admiring your pretty pussy before he dives back in, eagerly licking at your clit.

he watches you through half lidded eyes as your features contort, your mouth a small “o”. he switches between sucking on your clit like it’s candy and burying his tongue deep inside curling up against your walls. you eyelids flutter as you wake, drool dribbling down your chin.

“wha- ah!” you gasp, roused from sleep with hands shooting down and tugging onto his dark locks. he groans, brows knitting as he continues fucking you on his tongue.

your vision is blurry, only the moonlight that seeps in through the window illuminating your view. but you see him, eyes lidded, looking up at you in nigh worship, as he licks and kisses and slurps at your arousal.

“k-kakucho?” you stutter out, “fuck, what are you-“ you’re interrupted again, as he slips a finger, then two into your dripping cunt.

“cum for me, pretty girl.” he murmurs against you, his fingers brushing against parts of you that set your legs trembling. you try to resist at first, confusion tumbling through your brain, but with one more curl of his fingers you release, eyes rolled back, toes curling and body shaking. kakucho keeps his mouth on you, lost in the taste of your fluids until he feels you pushing on his shoulders.

“t-too much, kaku, s-stop,” you pant, tears pricking at your eyes. he pulls away, reluctantly, a sticky line of spit and cum trailing from your pussy to his lips follow him as he inches forward, suddenly crashing his lips into yours.

you taste yourself on his lips, melting into the kiss. he kisses you deep, before pulling away and peppering kisses onto your jawline and neck. it’s messy, wet, and you’re still dazed from your post orgasm high. it’s odd to think about how you were peacefully sleeping not too long ago and maybe this is still a dream? it certainly feels like it, your head light and fuzzy as kakucho kisses every inch of your face.

it’s not until you feel something blunt and hard rubbing in between your folds that you snap out of your dream-like state. he’s undressed himself now, his clothes mixing with yours as if he really did live there. as if you two really did belong to one another. glancing down, you see his cock, hard and angry, pre-cum glistening on his tip.

he lines himself up with your hole and you start with a “wait-“, but he doesn’t listen, slowly sinking into your cunt. you moan at the stretch, gripping the sheets underneath you. “kakucho, i told you-“

“i can’t fuckin’ wait! okay?” he snaps and you flinch, diverting your eyes from him. he grips your chin, digging into your skin and forcing you to look back at him. desperation fills not only his eyes but his voice, “do you know how long i’ve wanted this?”

he continues rambling as he pushes into you, “do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you every day knowing that you weren’t coming home to me? every fucking day where you’d turn away from me to look at someone else? to be with someone else?”

it’s the way he words it as if you really were seeing someone else, completely aware of his feelings for you or maybe it’s the vitriol laced in each word that sends a creeping blush up on your face. he sounded so mean, completely different from the tender tone you had known. honestly, you kind of liked it.

you claw at his arms, back arching off the bed as he sinks deeper. “you’re fucking mine,” he says through grit teeth as he bottoms out. “all fucking mine.” he presses his forehead to you, hips flush against yours. “fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

he pulls himself until he’s almost completely out and you whine at the loss. he mumbles, “i’ll give you what you want, pretty girl.” right before he slams himself back in.

you gasp as he starts fucking you, his pace brutal and unforgiving, you were his and he was going to make sure you knew that. pushing your knees up to your chest your eyes roll back again because he’s just so deep. the drag of your walls around his leaking cock is euphoric. he drinks in all of your mewls and moans as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you, love drunk on the sound of your voice.

“‘m close,” you rasp, looking up at him through glassy eyes. “p-please kaku, can i?”

“can you what baby? be specific.” he tuts, but his head is spinning and his heart is swelling.

“kaku, please, i wanna cum,” you babble, tongue lolling out of you slightly. he slows down to a full stop and you desperately try to grind back against him. “please! please, i want it!” you cry, tears starting to freely fall down your pretty face.

“yeah honey? you wanna cum on my cock?” he coos and you nod vigorously, “then tell me who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this?”

“you! i belong to you, kaku, only you,” you sniffle up at him and he smiles, finally starting to move again. you wrap your arms around him as he angles himself so he can hit that spot that has you seeing stars with each thrust.

snaking a hand down to play with your clit, you sob out, as he rubs sticky circles. you’re so close the added stimulation has you clenching and dripping around him. “let go, princess.” he says, and you do, falling apart on him. legs kicking wildly, your pussy squeezes down on him and he follows you soon after, thick, hot seed spilling deep into your cunt.

he pushes himself up, leaning back and gently pulling out. wincing at the loss, you turn onto your side, curling up on yourself, too exhausted to care about the amount of cum not only leaking out of you but splashed onto your bed and thighs. your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, you feel full and utterly spent.

you close your eyes, trying to calm your breathing as your body continues to twitch from post orgasm, little hiccups escaping your mouth here and there. the calm doesn’t last long and soon you feel a hand on your hip, flipping you onto your stomach. you wail, gripping the sheets, as you feel kakucho pull you back to slip into you, again.

“i wasn’t done with you,” he growls, leaning down to press his chest against your back. you can’t really talk much at this point, brain mushy and fuzzy, so you whimper out a small “mm.”

he wraps his arm around your neck, keeping you in a near chokehold as he pistons into you. the squelch of fluids and the slapping of skin fills the room once more. something about the way he fucks you is different now, his thrusts are sloppy, needy and his moans tickle your ear.

“i love you,” he chants, “i really fucking love you.” you don’t know what to say, pleasure taking over you again, so you ignore the little voice in the back of your head screaming to say it back and moan into his arm.

he moves his free hand down to hook behind your knee, sliding it up to spread your legs further. you try to keel up into him, one hand grabbing at arm curled around your neck, but he has you caged. you’re almost entirely sure you’re drooling over his arm. with your head tilted towards him, you glance up with glassy eyes, mouth open and panting.

you think he looks pretty like this, looking down at you, brows knit. you’re not sure if you love him, but you do love the way his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. “f-feels good,” you slur, “feels so, ah!, good,” you can feel your orgasm blooming again, heat bubbling in your gut.

“gonna cream on my cock again?” he grunts, thinking how after this there’s no way you wouldn’t be his wife… right?

“yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl and kakucho’s thrusting his tongue into your mouth. the added stimulation is enough and you’re both unravelling. your eyes cross with the intensity of your orgasm, as your entire body shakes. he can feel you squeezing down and milking his cock as you moan into each other.

your head lolls onto the bed as kakucho’s grip loosens. he buries his face into your neck and you stay like this for a bit, heavy breaths and sticky bodies. he gently pulls out as he rolls over, one arm draped over his forehead.

you’re not sure you would look down even if you had the strength, your body limp. but you can feel it, you can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt. your bed is probably a mess.

you prop yourself up onto your elbows as best you can, “that… was the last time… for tonight, okay?” you pout. you'd probably actually pass out if he wanted to go again.

he moves his arm off, sitting up immediately. his look is incredulous, maybe even hopeful, “for tonigh-“

“or ever!” you interrupt, reaching for him and wincing. “oh, ow.” your entire body is aching so you opt for curling in on yourself again.

“… sorry,” he says sheepishly, one hand on his neck, “i didn’t mean to-“

“you don’t have to lie, i know you did.” you mumble, peeking up at him.

shame crashes over him and he gets up to get dressed, trying to not look at you. i fucked up, he thinks, until you grab his wrist and he looks down at you, a blush tinting his features. funny, as if he didn’t almost just fuck the life out of you.

you spread your arms, a blush on your face as well, “stay with me?” except it sounds more like a command than a question. and he does, getting back onto the bed and melting into your embrace.

he moves and positions you so that you’re resting with your head against his chest. he trails your lower back with his hand absently, making small shapes across your skin. it’s quiet, cozy, and there’s so many things you want to ask before you drift off into sleep, but he speaks first.

“could you do me a favor?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your head. you can’t see it, but there’s a smile gracing his face. you're warm and everything he wants.

“mm, sure?” you reply, sleepiness starting to overtake you.

“tell mikey you wanna stay at my place tomorrow.”

[tetsutits]

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐒 — kakucho x fem!reader.

# kantou manji kaku, three deities aftermath, established relationship, relationship angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive (making out), injury/blood. (wc. ~2k) barely edited im sorry :(

In the quiet streets of late-night Kanto, Japan, where the bars are closing down, and the harsh winds speak hushed whispers into cold skin, you sit on a worn out couch in a worn out building with a first-aid kit in your lap.

Even with the box being as little as a jewelry one, it almost feels like a bag of bricks with how your worry adds to the weight.

“kaku’...” you whisper, scared to break the little bubble of tension in the room, a little furrow in your brow, “I’m worried about you.”

his eyes flicker between the wooden floors and his hands in his lap, pinned in hyperfocus as he worries his lower lip between his teeth.

“you don’t need to,” he says, voice low, “I don't want you to carry any extra weight… especially if it's me.”

as soon as the words leave his mouth, your eyes can’t help but well up in tears, threatening to fall and wet your cheeks.

you suck in a harsh breath, as if it would do anything to calm the surge of emotions in your heart, “h-how can I not?”

kakucho furrows his brows, squeezing and unsqueezing his fist, watching the blood on his knuckles ooze out from the deep cuts. It doesn’t hurt him anymore, he thinks nothing could at this point. If you break a finger, you can heal it, if you break a leg, you can heal that too, if you get shot, chances are you will survive.

he throws his entire body in fights with no regard to his physical health — he knows the consequences wouldn’t hurt him much anyway.

but you?

It hurts you to see him like this. It hurts you more than it hurts him. the type of hurt that can’t just heal overnight. the type of hurt that will bleed over and over no matter how many times it's healed and scarred over. and he thinks he could never get over the look of pure agony in your eyes at first glance – which is why he sits here, in this dark room, with you by his side aiding his wounds and his eyes glued to the floor, trying to tell you that he’s not worth your tears or your worry.

he can’t meet your eyes.

he feels a warm palm against his cheek, a little wet from what he assumes are your tears.

“please, just look at me,” you voice breaks. at this point the lump in his throat feels like he’s swallowed an entire rock. he doesn’t dare say another word, but he complies, moving his head to the side to look at your achingly beautiful face.

his heart squeezes in his chest. it hurts him to see you like this — more than you’d ever know. he doesn’t know how to handle being genuinely cared for, being loved, but you? you’ve loved him like it was breathing. you’ve cared for him like it was second nature.

and he doesn’t know how to handle it, how could he? when he’s been raised with no parents, no siblings, no family and no friends and no one to look after him, even after izana died. If anything, the guilt he feels inside him could consume him. he doesn’t deserve you. and you shouldn’t be here, staying up late at night, just so you could patch him up.

It's always fight after fight, after fight.

and it’s all the same. and you’re always there. as stubborn as you are, nothing he says to you will get you to leave him. and he just can’t understand why you’re still here.

“i… don’t want you to cry.” he manages, “you don’t deserve this. you deserve so much better.”

—than what I'm giving, he wants to say. but the words never make it across to you.

you stroke his bruised cheek so softly, so calmly, he thinks he could stay here with you forever. just savoring the way your fingertips leak love into his damaged skin. and sometimes, he thinks it’s a problem. that you have too much love. so much that it overflows inside you and seeps from your soft fingers.

and he soaks it up as if he can never get enough of it — enough of you. there’s love in everything you do, and he finds himself being swept up with the way you leave your love everywhere you go. when you touch him, he can feel it deep within his soul. like the damage inside him can only be ever healed by you, like you’re the only remedy to the deep cuts he has inside him.

“I'm here because I love you.” you whisper. “there’s no ‘better’, kaku. there’s only you.”

you set the kit down on the coffee table, and make your way back to him, now holding his face in both your palms so you could look straight at him.

“I don't want anyone else, but you.”

he feels a thick thump in his throat, blocking and sealing it shut so that he doesn’t dare speak. no matter how much he swallows down the guilt and pain, it resurfaces ten times stronger. tilting his head, he leans into your touch and closes his eyes, savoring the way you hold him like delicate glass.

“i don’t understand why you’re doing this…” he says, voice sullen. “you keep hurting yourself by being here and…. i keep hurting you.”

the atmosphere surrounding you both is soft, melancholy; but you don’t comment about it. he feels you breathe in, sniffing back your tears and trying yourself to keep yourself together before your tears start to fall once more.

“well you’re not trying to hurt me, are you?”

he snaps his head up, furrowing his brows, “i, no, of course not, i would nev-“

“kakucho,” you say, wiping your eyes with a little smile on your lips, “i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again,”

he watches as you move while you speak, settling over his thighs and on his lap, the little skirt you wear rides up and he quickly pins his gaze back to you.

“i’m here because i want to be here.” you whisper, still cradling his face in your hands. “you don’t have to do this alone... let me carry your pain with you.”

he looks up at you like a lost puppy, and then hurriedly buries his face into your chest to hide the watering of his eyes. his heart burns in his chest, and he has no idea what to do with himself anymore. he thanks the gods above for the blessing that is you, for he doesn’t know what he’s ever done in his life to earn something as gentle and caring as you are.

“i don’ know what i did t’deserve you.” he speaks, but the words are muffled by your shirt. “a fuckin’ angel on earth, god.”

you giggle, sniffing away the last of your tears. you hold him like this, for who knows how long. just stroking the back of his head and letting him rest against your chest. you feel his strong arms wrap around you like a cage, like he wants to keep you safe from all the evil and harm in the world. he pins you to him and you let him, just sitting in silence and finding comfort in each others hold.

the two of you don’t speak for a while. just soaking in the warmth of each other, and you feel him tilt his head up so he can breathe deep into the crook of your neck, skimming his nose over the soft skin like a prized cat showering their owner in love.

“kaku,” you whisper, lifting his face with two fingers.

“yes, baby?” he hums, a deep sound resonating within, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. you lean closer to him, nudging the tip of his nose with yours and massaging the firm muscles of his shoulders.

you plant one, two, three soft kisses on his lips. another on the dark bruise forming over his cheekbone, one more on his eyebrow, and lastly one on his forehead like it would heal the open wound.

you giggle, “you look like you’re enjoying this too much.”

he smiles and his eyes fall shut, “‘cant get enough.”

“yeah?” you kiss him once more on the lips, this time deeper and with more passion, “good thing we have all night.”

he groans into your mouth, chasing your sweet lips every time you pull away. you loop your arms around his neck while he grips your behind to yank you even closer to him, letting his thighs spread apart further.

and he really means it when he says he can’t get enough, greedily sucking your lower lip and swiping his tongue over it. one hand comes up to hold you softly by the jaw, a small command, yet leaves you lightheaded at the fact that he always craves control with you.

moving his thumb to your chin, he lightly pulls down so your plush lips drop open, giving his tongue better access to tangle with yours. his other arm is rooted in place, wrapped around you so he could keep you near him at all times.

“fuck,” he groans, “you drive me insane.”

the ache in your core is undeniable, and you feel him just as needy as you are with the tent forming in his pants. it’s all too much — your whimpers are swallowed up by his mouth, all while his hips cant up into yours. if he pushes up just a little more, with a little more force, and grips you a tiny bit harder you think you’ll—

“god, get a fucking room.”

you pull away from him with a gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“what the fuck are you —“

“you didn’t hear the door open, dumbass,” ran rolls his eyes, “too busy sucking face.”

kakucho lowers you down on the couch next to him and stands up, anger building behind his eyes. “who the fuck said you could come in?”

“i told you i was coming,”

“a-and you don’t knock?!” you pipe up, heat crawling up your face all the way to your ears.

ran pushes the door fully open and walks in like he owns the damn place. “sorry, sweetheart. didn’t know you were here,” he winks at you.

“yeah? well she is. you can leave now, by the way. don’t forget to close the door on your way out, too.”

you hide your embarrassed smile behind your hand, seeing that the older haitani scans your form up and down with a smirk on his face gets your boyfriend heated like nothing else. they always manage to get on his nerves, especially when it comes to you.

“alright, alright! i’m leaving, damn,” ran says as soon as kakucho starts to push him out of the room, “you treat your guests like shit, kakucho.”

“when they barge in like you.”

ran stops right at the door to peek his head in one last time, “you enjoy your night, darling.”

his words have you looking away in embarrassment, finding the double-meaning behind his words. you hide your face in your hands.

“we will. now get out.”

[mandiemegatron]

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The World in my Hands : Eustass x cis!fem Reader, light nsfw/nsft.

Losing The War : Eustass x cis!fem reader. SADNESS AHOY! Pure angst.

Just Come Home (Losing The War pt.2) : Eustass x cis!fem reader. Angst.

Cold Breeze : Eustass x g/n reader. Small blurb!

The In-between : Part two of Too Much Labour. Kid/Killer x cisfem!reader. Some angst, mild nsfw-nsft themes.

Beauty Of Mine : Killer x chubby!cisfem!reader. Sweet and smutty.

Four Times We Missed : Law x cis!fem Reader. super sweet and feelsy.

Breathless : Law x cis!fem Reader, hella sweet and soft.

Another Year With You : Law x cis!fem Reader. Laws Birthday fic. Soft, slice of life, a little angsty.

Taste Of The Divine : Law x cis!fem Reader minific. 2/2, completed. nsfw/nsfw, heavy sexual content.

The Way You Look At Law : Law x GN reader. Small blurb.

(You Make Me Do) Too Much Labour : Law x cis!fem Reader. Some sexual themes present, mostly angst.

Here, With You : Law x cis!fem reader. Some sexual themes present. Winnings for @icy-spicy 💖

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Almost Too Warm : Shachi x cis!fem Reader, nsfw/nsft.

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Surprise, Surprise : Kaku x cis!fem Reader. nsfw/nsft. Secret Santa gift for @wolfegoddess

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All of my One Piece commissions done by various artists, all in one place! ♡ Will be updated occasionally 💖

♡ Created 08/11/23 ♡

UPDATED 02/13/25

[hoejosatoru]

Crush

“Can you read my mind, I've been watching you.” 

Pairing: Fem!reader x Bonten! Mikey

Summary: You’re the secretary of Bonten and Mikey gets very jealous when Ran tries to take you out on a date.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Jealousy, Mikey fantasizes about shooting Ran lol, drinking, scratches/blood, bruising, possessiveness/jealousy, fingering, cream pie, squirting, sorta voyeurism if you stand on your head and squint, pet names like baby, angel, etc

You sat at your desk, a rich, dark mahogany, thumbing through the paperwork you would have to complete by the end of the day. Being a secretary at Bonten was unlike any other job you had. Paid a hell of lot better, too. You knew, though it was not what it seemed. When you were hired, you were told it was an office supply company. Well, you’ve been working there for nearly a year and you haven’t seen so much as a pencil being delivered. You kept your mouth shut, which kept the direct deposits coming every 2 weeks. That’s all that mattered.

Your lack of concern for what the men you worked for did was exactly why you still had the job. Mikey, the boss, never really bothered to learn the names of the secretaries. They came and went like the changing of tides. By the time he learned a name they were gone. He didn’t care enough to keep up. But your name he knew.

No secretary has lasted this long. They usually start asking too many questions, which leads to a very large severance package and a detailed description of what would happen to them if they ever shared about their time working there. So far it has proven to be a very effective method.

The second, and frankly more annoying, reason secretaries left was because of his asshole subordinates fucked around with them and broke their hearts. No matter how many times he’s told them not to shit where they eat, they can’t help themselves. Dogs, all of them. Sometimes Mikey felt like the only one who thought with his head instead of his dick. And the girls were all too eager to fall all over themselves for these shit men. It was all so high school and predictably pathetic.

And, predictably, Takeomi and Mochi had been the first to approach you. The age gap between them and the girls who worked there never seemed to phase them. Mikey rolled his eyes at how utterly shameless they were. But you said no to both of them. That was the first day Mikey bothered to read the nameplate on your desk. Y/n, he tucked it away in his brain.

Next was Sanzu. He asked you to come over to his place and test out some “product.” You politely declined. Smart girl, Mikey remembers thinking. The next was Rindou, another rejection. Then Koko, which was particularly unique since he rarely ever got involved with women at work. Mikey respected that about him. Yet it was still no.

Mikey’s interest in you was thoroughly piqued at this point. No woman has ever lasted this long, nor turned down so many of his subordinates. He chuckled each time one of them walked into the board room with a dejected face. The only ones who had not taken a crack at it were Ran and Kaku and as Mikey listened to Ran chat you up, he realized that was about to change.

Mikey swirled the whiskey in his glass, rolling his eyes at how Ran tried to flirt. He was so sleazy. Out of all his subordinates, Mikey liked Ran the least. He was smug, obnoxious, and loved walking the line of insubordination. Mikey could always feel his eyes on him during meetings and knew he wished he could take him place. Over my dead fucking body, Mikey thought. At times Mikey wished he could just toss Ran out, but he and Rindou were a package deal. Regrettably, he could not stand to lose both of them. So he grit his teeth and beared it.

“So when can I take you out?” Ran asked.

“Oh, I don’t know…” Mikey smiled, sipping his drink. He couldn’t wait to see Ran’s stupid fucking face after you rejected him.

Ran pressed on, “A pretty girl like you deserves to be taken out somewhere nice. Bet you look even better all dressed up.”

“You don’t think I look nice now?” you countered. Mikey leaned forward in his seat, loving that you were giving him an attitude. He didn’t wanna miss a second of it. He downed the last drop of whiskey.

“‘Course you do darling.” Mikey could practically hear Ran’s slick grin. “That’s why I’d love to see you this Saturday. It’s torture waiting the whole weekend to see you again.” Mikey braced for your answer.

“Okay.” The air escaped his lungs in a rush. Okay? Okay?! How could you have said no to everyone, but yes to Ran. Mikey didn’t realize he was gripping his glass so tight until it shattered in his hand. He didn’t bother to clean the glass shards off the table even as the other members started to file into the board room. They gave him a quizzical look, but knew better than to ask.

Ran filed in last, the smuggest smile on his face. Hatred burned through Mikey more than the whiskey did. “Looks like I’ll be keeping y/n company Saturday,” he announced after shutting the door behind him.

“No fucking way,” Takeomi replied. Sanzu groaned and passed money to Rindou. Rindou had known better than to bet against Ran when it came to women.

“Why the fuck did she say yes to you?” Koko asked exactly what Mikey was thinking. The thought of promoting Koko passed vaguely through the storm of Mikey’s mind.

“You all ever consider I might just be better than you?” Ran asked, hands collapsed behind his head like an asshole. He caught Mikey’s eye, picking up on the contempt rolling off of him. “Except you of course, boss.”

“Of course,” Mikey replied icily. He nodded to Sanzu to start taking over the meeting because he frankly couldn’t think straight. Ran looked so fucking smug it made him sick to his stomach. He fantasized about pulling the gun he had under the table out and blowing his brains out. Even he knew that would be a bit drastic.

He had to look away from Ran, or he knew his anger would consume him. Yet he couldn’t shut his thoughts off. He knew what a womanizing sleaze Ran was, knew that on Monday he would come back to this very room and tell them all, in detail, what he did to you. What you looked like, how you felt, how you tasted. Ran always shared the sordid details of his conquests in bed. Mikey found this habit irritating on most days, but with you? Oh, he would definitely put a bullet in him. He could not have Ran defile you.

It dawned on Mikey, through his haze of hatred, that he was jealous. That he wanted you for himself. Somehow he had let his interest in you develop into a crush. He was going to make you his. He sat back in his chair and started planning.

***

A knock came at your apartment door about an hour earlier than expected. Funny, you didn’t expect Ran to be the type of man to be early. You were about half ready. Your makeup was done, but your hair was unstyled . You were in the process of trying on different dresses when you heard him at the door. Leave it to Ran to arrive when you had on the most revealing dress of them all.

But when you open the door, it was not a tall lilac-haired man who greeted you it was-

“Mikey?” You were too surprised to address him properly. “What are you doing here?”

“May I?” He ignored your question, gesturing to the inside of your place. You stepped aside, allowing him in. A million questions popped up in your mind that you couldn’t focus on because he looked so fucking good. He was dressed in sleek black pants and a silky black button down. A gold chain glistened against his chest. It was simple, but you reckoned it cost more than most of your wardrobe.

He sat down comfortably on one of your living room chairs. It was strange seeing him here. Out of place like when it rains, but the sun is still shining. He looked at you, eyes unreadable.

“I’m going to get us some drinks,” you announced, disappearing into the kitchen. There was a flutter in your stomach, one you weren’t entirely sure was excitement or fear. You knew Mikey was here for a reason and until you knew why, you’d have to settle for being somewhere in the middle.

Mikey observed you coolly as you placed a glass of whiskey, neat, in front of him. He noticed your glass was the same. He took a sip. It was his favorite.

The quizzical look he gave you did not go unnoticed. “I saw you drink it and was curious.” You took a sip and smiled, settling into the seat across from him. “You have good taste.”

Mikey secretly loved that you’d been observing him. He was impressed that he hadn’t even picked up on it. But he loved most the idea of you thinking of him when he wasn’t around. That you went to the store, bought a bottle just because of him, and drank here, in your own space. He became a part of your life outside of work without even trying. He took another sip of the whiskey, suddenly loving it even more.

“What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Mikey looked you and down, really taking you in for the first time since he got here. The dress you had on left little to the imagination, yet he found himself wanting to rip it off, needing to see what was underneath. He loathed the idea of Ran seeing you dressed like this, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. Your lips were lacquered, making them look exceptionally plush. He wanted to bite into them, wanted to hear you gasp when he did.

“Do you like Ran?” No point in dragging things out. He wasn’t a very patient man, especially not with you looking like that.

You blinked, but did not seem shocked by the question. “Is this some sort of test?”

Mikey considered that. There was an answer he was hoping for, surely, but he also knew he wasn’t going to hurt you if he didn’t get it. A luxury he rarely afforded others. He would just be very, very disappointed. “It’s just a question.”

“Any woman who likes Ran is an idiot,” you answered. The twitch up at the corner of Mikey’s mouth told you that you answered correctly. “You don’t like him, either.” That was not a question

“Not particularly, no,” Mikey replied, sipping, “but I’m more interested in your thoughts of him.” The more he spoke with you, the more he felt drawn to you. You were smart and observant. If you were afraid or uncomfortable with his presence, you didn’t show it. Not many people were so calm around him. He wondered briefly if your talents were being wasted as a secretary, but he lost the thought as you began to speak again.

“Ran is not very…” you took a sip, letting the whiskey roll around your tongue as you considered your words, “interesting.”

“No?” Mikey could hardly hide his amusement. Any prickles of fear you felt were melting away. You played this exactly right.

“No,” you confirmed, “men like him are a dime a dozen. All sweet talk and full of shit. I know the second I gave him what he wanted he’d leave.” You finished, draining your glass, setting it down on the coffee table between the two of you. There was a hint of challenge in your eyes as you looked at Mikey. “You, on the other hand, are very interesting.”

Mikey finishedhis  drink, relishing your words. He loved that he intrinsically had something Ran did not, something that sparked desire in you. He could practically feel it coming off you in waves. He knew if he slid his hands between your thighs you’d be soaked. Still he wanted to hear you say it. Savor this moment a little longer. “How so?” He set his glass down, looking at you. Challenge accepted.

You stretched lazily, your dress riding up impossibly higher. Mikey was dying to know what your thighs felt like wrapped around him. “Well for starters you didn’t descend on me like a starved animal,” you said. “Either everyone who works for you gets no pussy or they’re terminally horny. I’m not sure which is worse.”

Mikey smiled at your assessment of his subordinates. You certainly were not wrong.

“But really what I found most fascinating is how they treat you. Most men aren’t afraid of someone of your… stature.” You paused, making sure you weren’t stepping on any land mines.

Typically, Mikey hated when someone commented on his size. They always came with the implication that he was inferior. However, he did not think that was the direction you were going. He nodded, allowing you to continue.

“Men love their pissing contests. They’re such visual creatures that they end up blinding themselves,” you explained. “Men think size is everything.” You smiled coyly. “Yet all these men fear you. You command their respect and unequivocal loyalty without even having to try. That tells me there is so much more to you than meets the eye. And that is very interesting.”

Your appraisal of him made Mikey’s whole body buzz with desire. His cock throbbed wanting to be buried inside you; his fingers twitched wanting to squeeze your flesh. But he still needed to know. “So why did you say yes to Ran?”

Your head fell back as you laughed, as if you shared an inside joke. “Oh, Manjiro,” you sighed, “Because no man is immune to jealousy.”

If he hadn’t been so turned on by the way you said his name - his real name - it wouldn’t have taken him the extra second to process what you meant. You knew he’d be jealous if you went out with Ran. You used his subordinate like a pawn. It was never Ran you were interested in, it was alway him. Oh, he might just be in love.

“Come here.” You obeyed him immediately, much to his delight, crossing the small space between the two of you. When you were just a half step away Mikey sprung up, unable to wait another second without touching you. His lips found yours, loving how his favorite whiskey tasted on you. He bit into your soft lower lip, savoring the little moan that escaped. Even better than he imagined. Your thigh inched up his side and he gripped it tight, squeezing the plush flesh. He pulled away for a second to breathlessly state, “Jump.”

You wrapped your legs around him easily. Your dress fully hiked up, revealing burgundy lace panties. He smiled; it’s his favorite color. Your clothed pussy was pressed against his hard on, making him damn near feral. He carried you with ease to your bedroom. He was small, sure, but he was strong.

Mikey dropped you on bed, immediately climbing on top of you. You heard the tearing of fabric as he, quite literally, ripped the dress off your body. “Mikey!” you huffed.

He was unphased by your vexation. “I’ll buy you another one.” His lips were on yours again, preventing any further complaint. He squeezed your exposed breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasped, pressing into his touch. “So sensitive.” A bemused smile played at his lips as he kissed down your neck.

You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles of his torso. You yanked open the shirt from the inside, causing the top two buttons to fly off. Mikey chuckled. “Desperate too, huh? If you want my shirt off, baby all you gotta do is ask.” He reached back with one hand pulling the shirt off with ease and tossing it to the floor by your tattered dress. While he was at it, he undid the button of his pants, revealing the waistband of his boxers. You hooked your finger into them, pulling him closer to you. He kicked off the pants without missing a beat.

You reached down to squeeze his cock, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “And greedy? Someone’s gotta teach you to behave.” He nipped at your clavicle. Mikey’s free hand slid down beneath your underwear. He let his fingers slip through your slick, loving how wet you got for him already. He teased your clit before pumping his fingers inside you, then repeated it. You squirmed beneath him, unable to break the vice grip he had on your wrists.

“Mikey - fuck, wanna t-touch-nngh.” He rubbed on your clit as you tried to speak, making it impossible to get the words out.

“What was that angel? Couldn’t understand you,” he feigned confusion.

“Wanna- oh-” he rubbed your g-spot. “Touch you please. Let me.” You babbled, breathless. You tried grinding your hips against him, but Mikey leaned his weight against you, immobilizing you.

“You can touch me once you’ve cum all over my fingers.” His middle two fingers were fucking you deep and fast. He curled his fingers, pressing the spot that made you go dumb. He marveled at the way you squirmed and gasped, loving that he could get you like that with just his fingers. The base of his palm brushed against your clit with each thrust of his fingers inside you. The coil in your stomach snapped, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you moaned his name. “Good fucking girl.”

Mikey released your wrists and your hands flew to his neck, pulling him for a deep, sloppy kiss. One of your hands went down, stroking his rock-hard cock through his underwear. Mikey groaned into your lips. “Fuck me, Mikey, want all of you.” You felt him throb at your words.

Mikey’s eyes were dark with lust as he took in the sight of you: flushed cheeks, hair a mess on the pillow, makeup smudged, begging for him. How could he deny you? “Gonna fuck you so good, baby.” He kicked off his boxers. He took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times. “And you’re going to scream my name. My real name. Got it?” You nodded, earning a slap on your clit. You yelped. “You speak when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Manjiro,” you purred, running a finger along the tattoo you knew he had on the back of his neck. Mikey ran his cock through your soaked lips, letting his precum mix with your arousal. Each time his cock nudged your clit you jumped. He’d tease you all day if his balls weren’t aching so bad.

Your nails dug into his back as his cock pressed into you. “Fuck Mi-Manjiro, ‘s so big.”  You weren’t expecting such a stretch, but god were you wrong.

“Pussy so tight for me.” Mikey gripped the sheets next to your head to steady himself. He bottom out with a low groan. Mikey rocked his hips into you slow, feeling each little clench of your pussy. “So needy squeezing me like that. Never had dick like this, huh?”

“No, never,” you babble, “So fucking good.” Mikey quickened his pace, needing to see come undone again, to feel your pussy cum all over his cock. He hooked a hand under your knee, pressing it up to your chest. The deeper angle had you gasping. “Oh, Manjiro.”

“That’s right, y/n, who’s making you feel this good?” His grip tightened around your thigh, surely to leave a bruise.

“You Manjiro, only you,” you responded. So obedient, he thought. He silently rewarded that by rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. The unexpected sensation pushed you over the edge again, your pussy clenching against his cock. The pleasure spreading through your body was white hot. Mikey didn’t let up on your clit, making the pleasure borderline unbearable. You felt a strange sensation, gasping. “Wait too muc-ohh fuck.” Your nails dug into his pack, drawing blood as your pussy gushed, soaking Mikey.

“Fucking hell,” Mikey moaned, losing his composure. He let his head fall back as he came, filling your aching pussy with his release. Your pussy was fucking heavenly, making him cum harder than he has in a long time.

“What the fuck?” A voice made you jump. You peaked over Mikey's shoulder, eyes widening as you found Ran standing in your doorway. Through the fog in your brain you realized Mikey never locked the door after coming. This was purposeful on his part, of course. He knew Ran couldn��t resist a pretty girl’s unlocked door. Mikey was smug and beaming. He hoped Ran got to see you squirting for him. It would be the first and only time he’d allow him to see you like this. The look on his face was so worth it.

“Oh? Did you have plans?” Mikey asked meanly.

“Asshole,” Ran stormed off. Normally, Mikey would never let Ran get away with speaking to him like that, but he was too high on fucking you and his plan working perfectly. Plus, he knew when Ran didn’t have much to say it meant he was really upset. Mission accomplished.

But of course, Mikey can never leave well enough alone. That Monday you found a little gift wrapped box on your desk. It contained a gold necklace with “Manjiro” in script and a note telling you to join the board meeting at 1pm. Mikey sat you on his lap, name shining around your throat, claiming you for all his subordinates to see. He’s never seen Ran look so pissed. He gave your ass a squeeze, thinking of everything he was going to do to you on that table the second the meeting ended.

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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃] FIVE

pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader

word count. 5.4k

series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.

content. NSFW!!! prositution work, reader has a gun put to her head, minor violence

a/n: finally dropping some hints about dona and reader heehheehhehehe

The music was loud but unfortunately wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sounds of Haruchiyo’s boyish laughter and incessant chattering about topics Takeomi or Mikey couldn’t care less about. Takeomi took a long drag of his cigarette, his head tipped back and he held the smoke in his lungs for several seconds before exhaling. In all honesty, he was bored. The whores working tonight weren’t of his style, too underdressed for his taste so he had to ignore every one that tried to approach him.

It was Sanzu’s idea to come here tonight for reasons unknown to both Omi and Manjiro. Takeomi’s eyes were slipping shut, fighting back sleep as the clock ticked closer and closer to midnight before he was violently nudged awake by the harsh elbow of Haruchiyo.

“Don’t sleep yet!” Sanzu grabbed Takeomi’s face and directed it towards Manjiro across the table. His eyes were shut, not a single thought floating through his mind as he let himself go and enjoyed the sensual massage he was receiving from the topless prostitute behind him.

 “Have you ever seen him so relaxed?” Haruchiyo continued. Takeomi honestly didn’t care and expressed just as much with a grunt before slapping Sanzu’s hands off his face. 

Sanzu leaned back into the booth, kicking his shoes up onto the table with a thud and knocking over a bottle of vodka onto the table.

“Jeez Sanzu, you’re a mess.” Kakucho clicked his tongue and grabbed the bottle before it could spill any more of its contents and began wiping down the table.

“You’re such a mom Kaku. You worry too much,” Sanzu waved his hand away in Kakucho’s direction. 

Kakucho rolled his eyes and began packing the empty bottles into the trash bag at the same time another woman strode towards him, placing her arms on his shoulders after catching a glimpse of Mikey and her co-worker. “Do you need a massage too? You look stressed.”

“Well can you blame me? Being around this idiot all day.” He nodded over towards Sanzu who only grinned widely. “But no thank you, really. I’m fine.” He gently shook his head and gently rolled his shoulders to nudge her hands off, letting her down as politely as he could be. He smiled at her, short, sweet and precise before walking off to empty the trash bag outside.

The woman pouted and slumped her shoulders.

“Hey baby, baby, c’mere.” Sanzu held his hand out and she grabbed it, humming and plopped herself onto his lap. “I need you to do me a favour, okay?”

“Yes Haru. Whaddya need?” she giggled softly when he pressed a kiss to the column of her throat, his hands wandering to her waist to keep her upright on his lap. 

“Need you to seduce someone for me. You can do that for me, can’t you?” He made sure his voice was husky in her ear, the vibrations sending a shiver down her spine as she nodded her head slowly.

“Who?”

Sanzu gently shifted her off his lap and walked her over the balcony. The area they were sitting in was three floors above the rest of the club, the height giving them a clear view of everybody down below. Haruchiyo held onto her chin and redirected her face towards the bar. 

“You see that man with curly black hair?” he asked and she nodded. “He’s an information broker and I need him to find information for me but I can’t ask him myself. He’s mad at me.”

“What did you do?” Hesitantly she looked up at Sanzu who was grinning wide enough to stretch his scars in a way that made her uneasy. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

“The less you know the better. So can you do it for me?”

“What’s in it for me?” she asked playfully, her breath catching in her throat when Sanzu pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear.

“I’ll hook you up with your favourites.” Sanzu rubbed circles on her hips and lower back as he watched her slowly take in the offer before finally nodding her head. “Go down there and tell him Sanzu asked for his package. If he tries to act clueless that’s when you come in. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said confidently before fixing her outfit straps then sauntered down the steps to the bar. Sanzu waited until he saw her approach him before walking back over to the booth.

Mikey cracked an eye open the second he sat down. “What are you up to?”

“Boss! I thought you were asleep!”

Mikey shrugged the woman’s hands off his shoulders and told her to go away. She frowned and walked off without hesitation. Mikey narrowed his eyes at Sanzu who was smiling nervously in his seat. “Answer my question.”

“I’m not up to anything. Can a guy not get information anymore?” Sanzu gave him a smile as Mikey leaned forward in his seat and propped his elbows on the counter, glaring.

“You wanted to come here tonight without a reason, now you're getting a whore to seduce an information broker. What are you up to?" Mikey asked sternly, making Sanzu grin.

"If I tell you, you'll be mad."

"Go ahead."

"It's about Naoto." Mikey groaned but Sanzu simply gave him a look and kept going. "I know you told me to drop it! But I think I figured out a way to take him down without you know..."

"I know?" Mikey asked, confused. Sanzu sighed and made a gun with his hands and pointed at his head, imitating a shooting sound.

"What the fuck Sanzu?"

"Just trust me on this. Okay?!" Sanzu leaned back into the booth chair and crossed his arms over his chest as Mikey glared at him.

Mikey took a moment to mull it over before looking over at Takeomi who was already tired of this conversation by the look on his face. "Should I trust him, Omi?"

Takeomi took a drag of his cigarette, the white tip glowing in the dark bar before exhaling smoke. "Remember what happened the last time you trusted him?"

Sanzu rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. "That was one time! And it never happened again! I got the money back, didn't I?"

Kakucho returned back in time to join in the conversation. "We went through hell to get that money back Sanzu. Don't forget that."

Sanzu stared at him incredulously about to open his mouth and speak before Omi groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Shut up Sanzu. Just...shut up.”

"I didn't even say anything..." Sanzu protested as Omi snapped his fingers and the waitress appeared behind them.

“Get us two bottles of tequila, on me.” Omi said quickly, handing over a few bills. "Can't stand to have a conversation with this idiot sober," he pointed over at Sanzu with his thumb who was grinning like an idiot.

The waitress left to fetch the drinks and Sanzu huffed. "God damn it, Omi. Fuck all of you. Just wait until that whore comes back with the information I need to prove all you sons of bitches wrong." He grumbled under his breath and glared around the room.

Kakucho tapped his finger on the table top, listening to Sanzu rant about how unfair he was being treated, while taking a sip of his own drink. The woman returned with an envelope , placing it down on the table between them. She cleared her throat and then leaned closer to speak softly.

“I got it. Where's my pills?"

Sanzu snatched the envelope up, eyeing it closely before flipping it open and inspecting the documents inside. After confirming it was legit, Sanzu reached into his pocket and handed the woman a small handful of pills. "Here ya go babe." He winked at her. "That was really quick though."

The women grinned as she opened the baggy of pills, putting some in her palm and popping them into her mouth. "He didn't last very long."

Sanzu cackled as he laughed loudly. "Fucking virgins man. Anyway go enjoy yourself baby. You earned it." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking away.

Sanzu slouched in his seat, opening the envelope. "You wanna see what I found?" He asked , waving the papers around as he pulled them out and slid them across the table to Mikey.

Mikey grabbed the papers and read through them carefully. After what felt like minutes of switching through picture after picture of some random woman, Mikey looked up at Sanzu with a bored expression. "Who is this?"

"Prepare to get your mind blown," Sanzu said smugly, laughing slightly, placing his palms on the table. "His. Fiancée."

Omi blinked slowly, taking a second to process what Sanzu had just said before covering his mouth and laughing so hard. "You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."

Sanzu sighed dramatically. "Oh no, Omi. Not kidding."

"You made us wait all this time and all we get is his fiancée? What the fuck are we supposed to do with this?" Mikey groaned, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

Sanzu pinched his temples and sighed again. "This information could change everything. Am I the only one that realises this?! Do I have to spell everything out for you?"

""Just say the goddamn plan," Takeomi grumbled, relighting his cigarette and holding it in his mouth.

"Fine. So here's the plan. Imagine how sick it'd be if we got his own wife to turn against him?" Sanzu shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing the pictures from Mikey and looked at them again. "And she's pretty hot too. Could get myself a piece of that if I wanted to."

Mikey shook his head. "You're not fucking his wife."

"Sorry Mikey but you kill people and sell out whores. You don't get to have a moral high ground right now," Takeomi said.

Mikey laughed a bit, leaning back in his chair as Sanzu pulled the pictures closer. "Alright alright, okay. But still. No."

Sanzu rubbed his chin in thought. "What if I get her addicted to some substances, so she can't rely on anybody but me?" Kakucho immediately shook his head and Sanzu shrugged. "It's possible!"

"And fucking risky," Kakucho responded, folding his arms over his chest. "She's marrying a goddamn cop. She obviously won't snort pills like you do."

"She doesn't but..." Sanzu pulled out a photo from the envelope, one he had been saving for the final reveal and slid it onto the table. All eyes turned to the photo in confusion. It was a picture of Mira in high school, outside of a dance studio posed next to two other girls.

"Is that Dona?" Kakucho asked, grabbing the photo and examining it further.

Sanzu nodded and pointed at the girl next to Dona and Mira. "Since Dona and Mira aren't on speaking terms, we need this girl right here to do it."

He slid another picture across the table, showing the same group without Dona but this time, they were standing in front of a beach house with smiles on their faces.

"That girl is closer to Mira. Now we just need to find her and get her to trick Mira into making some sort of arrangement deal with us. Blackmail or something. Once she's indebted to us, we will make her do stuff like leak Naoto's connections in the Police Department or something," Sanzu explained, looking from person to person.

"Wow," Kakucho said, looking over at Sanzu. "I'm actually impressed."

Sanzu made a show of bowing dramatically before Takeomi hit him on the head. "Stop being such a fucking drama queen. This plan has so many holes. How do we even know she has connections?"

"Or if Mira even speaks to the girl in the photo anymore?" Mikey interjected. "Do you even know her name?"

"I'll find out. Relaxxxx," Sanzu waved off all their concerns. "And c'mon now. She's engaged to the head of the police. Of course she has connections."

Mikey considered it. "Okay fine. I'll trust you on this one."

Sanzu grinned wickedly, clapping his hands together in glee. "Good. Now just trust me on this." With that, Sanzu stood up and left the room, bringing out his phone to contact Tamura.

"Yo! Tam-Tam. I need a favour right now. Come down to Club Platinum as soon as you can. Actually, I changed my mind. You have ten minutes to get here. Bye bye!" Sanzu hung up before Tamura could even respond.

Tamura managed to arrive in nine minutes, only getting stopped by security outside the club door because he did not have any identification.

"I swear I know Sanzu man! He called me himself. Just lemme in!"

"No can do," the bouncer replied flatly. "Need ID before you can enter."

"Listen. I get my fresh looks make me look ten years younger but I'm clearly over 21. Take those goddamn sunglasses off and let me in."

The bouncer stood still and shook his head before Tamura groaned loudly, checking his phone timer. He had under thirty seconds left before Sanzu would do god knows what to him. He pulled out his phone and dialled the number of Sanzu's burner, putting it on speaker and flaunted it in front of the bouncer.

Sanzu answered on the third ring. "You have twelve seconds left, Tam-Tam," he couldn't help but laugh as he said it.

"Sanzu I'm outside but your fucking bouncers won't lemme in!"

"Give him the phone." Sanzu ordered. Tamura handed the phone to the guard who cleared his throat before talking.

"Hello?"

"Let him through."

The bouncer looked over at Tamura who had a smug grin on his face. He looked at the number on his phone again but didn't recognise the number. "I'm sorry but I need verification proof that this is Mr.Haruchiyo I'm speaking to right now."

Tamura groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I mean sure, I can come downstairs and show you that I'm Sanzu. But you'll end up with a bullet between your eyes before the day ends. Is that acceptable to you?"

The guard looked back at Tamura, seeing him stick his tongue out at him and shook his head. "No sir. I'll let him inside right now."

"Yay!" Sanzu cheered, mood switching like a light switch. "I'll be waiting." The phone hung up and the bouncer handed Tamura back his phone, letting him inside the building.

"Thank you," Tamura said gratefully, nodding towards the guard as he walked past. He stepped into the VIP balcony and found Sanzu standing with his arms crossed, watching him carefully.

"Took you long enough."

"You need to fire your security." Tamura grumbled as Sanzu laughed, slapping a hand onto Tamura's back hard enough to make him yelp.

"I need you to do me a favour."

"What favour?" Tamura asked hesitatingly, watching as Sanzu pulled out a picture of you, Mira and Dona in high school. He pointed at you. "You seen this girl before?"

Tamura grabbed the photo and scanned it. "Yeah. I recognise her. I drove her the other day for Rindou."

"Cool." Sanzu snatched back the photo. "Find her and bring her to us. Conscious, unconscious I don't care."

Tamura stammered as Sanzu began to walk out of the balcony. "Wait! Sanzu, sir." Sanzu stopped in his tracks and looked at Tamura with a raised eyebrow. "How am I supposed to find her in this big city?"

Sanzu shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is that I gave you an order, now you have to complete it."

"But--But--"

Sanzu sighed. "If you find her before tommorow, I'll take away 368784 yen away from your debt."

Tamura crossed his arms over his chest. "That's a strangely specific amount but hell, fuck it. I'll do it."

Sanzu patted him on the shoulder before leaving the balcony. Tamura called his friend Kimi over to help him figure out how to find your location. They ended up driving back to Hiro’s house before seeing the damage done to the place from the break in, then drove to the hospital where they asked a nurse for your whereabouts. 

The nurse refused to give them any information on patients that weren’t friends or family. Defeated, they were about to give up when another nurse overheard the conversation and said if they buy him some food to eat for the rest of his shift, he would give them information. 

Luck was on their side as they arrived at the pizza place and before they were about to order, they heard your name being called from one of the delivery drivers ready to drive it back to yours. They asked the delivery guy to see the address but naturally he refused until they bribed him with money. He handed them the food as well as the location. 

When they arrived at the house, they knocked on the door, waiting a couple seconds before they heard your voice coming from inside. You grabbed the money from your wallet and opened the door, freezing when you saw who was behind it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You crossed your arms across your chest, glaring at Tamura. Honestly, you had no clue who the girl on his right was, but you just assumed she was also part of Bonten. "Did Rindou ask you to deliver my pizzas now too?"

"Haha," Tamura laughed, shaking his head. "This is my day job and you just happened to be my customer."

"Funny," you responded with a deadpan face and grabbed the pizza box, handing him the money. You said no more as you shut the door, only to find his foot blocking the door from fully closing.

"Wait, I'm not done talking to you yet," Tamura said.

"What?" you groaned, not having the patience for this.

"I just wanna talk, you know? I really enjoyed our conversation in the car—"

"We spoke about farts..." you said slowly, raising your eyebrows.

Tamura paused, scratching his chin as he thought of a response. Kimi snorted, interrupting his train of thought. "No but seriously. I wanna get to know you better. We're actually going to this club right now. Do you wanna join?" he finished, feeling ultimately proud of his excuse. It made perfect sense, the perfect plan to get you out of the house and into the hands of Sanzu without too much thought.

All confidence he had in his answer began to fade slowly when you shook your head. "No. Sorry. You seem nice but you're affiliated with Bonten and I want nothing to do with them."

Tamura quickly shook his head, grabbing the door handle before you could close the door again. "This has nothing to do with Bonten. Promise. Just us hanging out, getting to know each other." When you still look unconvinced, balancing between yes or no, he continued. "It's just not often I find someone I entertaining in this type of industry. Please?"

"I dunno..."

"Drinks are on me," Kimi interrupted you from behind Tamura.

You paused and turned to look at her. "Forreal?"

"Sure."

"Fine." You stepped aside to put the pizza box in the kitchen before stepping out the house with them. "Lead the way."

~*~

Restaurants were always Shion's favourite places to go to. They were always so warm and inviting and the atmosphere always made him feel like he was home. This particular restaurant however, exceeded his expectations. In the middle of the venue, tables covered in white tablecloths lined the entire centre, giving it a very clean and elegant look.

"Didn't think you could afford a restaurant like this," Dona said, looking around impressed at the interior design.

"I can't. You're paying."

Dona rolled her eyes, pulling a chair out to sit down. "Didn't expect anything less from a guy working a below minimum wage job," she scoffed.

Shion only shrugged. "Had to keep a low radar. The last thing I want is Mikey on my ass." He thanked the waiter for handing him the menu and began to look through it, missing the way Dona's face scowled at him.

"It's Sano to you. You lost the right to say his full name after what you did. In fact if I was seen with you right now I'd probably get killed. So let's make this quick. Did it work?"

Shion slid the tape recorder across the table. "Listen to it for yourself."

Dona pocketed it. "I'll do it later. But I'll take your word for it now. How do I know she isn't lying though?"

"She's not. You should've seen the way she was crying. I haven't seen her that sad since the actual break up years ago. It's legit."

"Hm," Dona hummed, tapping her fingers on the table. "I guess that settles it then." She stood up, ready to leave before Shion stopped her.

"Where're you going?"

"To a meeting. Sanzu texted me earlier saying something important was happening."

"Oh. Have fun I guess."

Dona chuckled, walking past him to exit the restaurant. By the time she made it to the club, she received another message from Sanzu, telling her the exact room to wait in. When she got there, every other executive minus Ran and Rindou were there, waiting.

"Where is Sanzu?" she asked Kakucho as he looked through his folder. "He said something big was going down."

Takeomi jerked his head to the room down the hall, currently locked. "Some girl is in there with Mikey and Sanzu."

"Doing what?"

Takeomi shrugged again and continued rolling his eyes. "Who knows."

In the meeting room, you glared at Tamura who was standing in the corner of the room, looking apologetic for tricking you into coming here but no matter how hard he explained it had to be done, you refused to listen to his excuses.

You looked away from Tamura and looked over at Sanzu instead as he dragged a chair and moved to sit in front of you.

"Is there a reason I'm here?" you asked coldly, your tone echoing throughout the room.

Sanzu ignored your question, staring at you with his deep green eyes. His hair was tied back in a ponytail while a stern expression was set on his face, but all of it seemed to vanish as soon as his lips curved into a smile, his demeanour softening considerably. "I need a favour from you."

You deadpanned at him, your eyes dropping down to the tattoo on his forearm. Since Ran and Rindou have that exact same tattoo, you deduced he might also be high up in Bonten. You narrowed your eyes at him. "And what on earth could that be?"

"Your friend, Mira. We need something from her but can't get into contact with her."

"That's not my problem."

Mikey sighed from the far end of the table. "What do you want? Money? Sex? Drugs? Name it and we'll get it for you. Payment for helping us."

"Wow this is so pathetic," you remarked, rolling your eyes. "Big ass corporation like this and you're just using sleazy tactics to get things done."

In all honesty, you regretted the words the second they left your mouth, but you were too far in to take them back now. If you died here so be it, you were past caring now. You watched Mikey look at you with a straight face and it was bone chilling the way the smile on Sanzu's face slowly dropped, his eyes darkening ever so slightly as he inched forward to glare at you harder.

"You're so lucky I can't shoot you right now," he threatened.

But it wasn't even a threat anymore. The gun was already out of its holster, held firmly in Sanzu's hand, pointed directly at you.

You froze. No longer angry, no longer sad, not even feeling scared anymore. All you felt was an overwhelming feeling of dread as you noticed everyone in the room's gaze turning away from you. Except for Sanzu, whose focus remained firmly on you.

"Sanzu put the damn gun down. You were just ranting about how important she is, now you wanna take her out?" Mikey said calmly, sighing again.

Sanzu only pressed the gun harder against your forehead and turned to look at his boss. "I don't like her attitude."

"I don't care. Put the fucking gun down."

You squeezed your eyes shut, readying yourself for death. What you didn't realise is Sanzu's arm had suddenly dropped. His grip on the gun loosened until it was no longer pointing at you anymore, tucked safely back into his pants. You exhaled deeply, relaxing once you realised he wasn't going to kill you.

"I'm not playing around anymore," Sanzu said, leaning closer towards you, his eyes still glued to yours. "I was gonna be nice and give you the benefit of the doubt but now I'm done with that. Do the damn favour for us. I'm not asking anymore."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "What exactly do you need her for anyway?"

Sanzu shook his head, not wanting to divulge any information. "You'll see when the time comes. For now, just trust me."

The two of you looked at each other silently for a few moments before you finally agreed. "I'm going to need you to do something for me too though."

Sanzu's smile widened. "Of course. Go ahead."

"Free my brother's debt."

Sanzu's eyebrows furrowed. "What debt? Who is he?"

"His name is Hiro. He's my younger brother."

Sanzu turned to look back at Mikey. "Have you heard of this?" Mikey shook his head.

"I'll ask Kokonoi later." Mikey turned to look back at you. "How much does he owe?"

"Uh like maybe 500 million yen—"

"Fuck that," Sanzu laughed loudly. "Not worth it."

"What?! Why?!" you protested,

"Because," he smiled widely, saying nothing more after that.

"Because what?!"

Sanzu was having a great time just toying with your emotions, Mikey noticed and deadpanned at Sanzu.

"Aw c'mon boss, don't look at me like that. You know we can't afford to just lose that much money right now. Especially with the police on our asses every second. If you just let me shoot Naoto then he won't be a proble—"

"No one is shooting Naoto," Mikey interrupted. "Take his debt off. We will find the money another way."

"500 MILLION YEN!" Sanzu yelled angrily. "How the fuck are we supposed to find that much money another way?!"

"I'm not arguing with you about this Sanzu. Tell Koko to release his debt." Mikey ended the conversation with that, turning to look back at you. You looked relieved but Mikey quickly shut that down. "It won't be easy though. With every amount of information you get from Mira the more money gets released. If you do a good enough job for us by the end of our deal, your brother goes off scot-free."

"Fine. Just stop sending people to beat him up. It's sickening."

"Who's doing that?" Mikey asked, looking at Sanzu. "Did you do that?"

Sanzu shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Wasn't on my orders."

"How do you guys not know whats going on in your own company?" you asked angrily.

"Who says we don't?" Sanzu questioned.

"The fact that you both don't know the idiots that sent out the order to break into my brother's house and beat him half to death!" you exclaimed, glaring daggers at Sanzu.

"I'll look into it," Mikey said softly, trying to calm you down.

"Thanks," you mumbled, standing up. "Now, are we done here?"

"Wait." Mikey slid a phone box across the table towards you. "Use this to contact me about anything. Never text or call me on your actual phone. Especially since you're going to be working next to a police officer, I don't want anything traced. Got it?"

"Got it," you replied, taking the phone. "Just one more thing."

Sanzu's eyebrow twitched. "What?"

"What exactly am I supposed to get...? Information wise. I still don't know what you're asking of me."

"Just get Mira to come to this club. We will do the rest. Got it?"

"Yeah. You got it."

Sanzu and Mikey left the room, leaving only you and Tamura in the room.

"To my defence I had no clue this was going to happen." He held his hands up defensively.

"Oh whatever." You waved him off, headed towards the door when you were stopped by the presence of Dona. She was at the end of the hallway talking to Sanzu who was probably updating her on the situation. After he left, her eyes flashed towards you and a frown crossed her face.

She walked towards you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from leaving. "Don't take the deal."

"Why not?" You pulled your wrist from her grip.

"Your reckless brother racked up millions of debt in our name. We need that goddamn money."

"Well maybe you can find some more easily with all the illegal shit you guys are doing anyway. Shouldn't be that hard, huh? That's how you got your people to scam and ruin Hiro's life. You know he got beat up by your fucking lackeys right? Like this is goddamn middle school." Dona stayed quiet at your rant, letting you continue your speech uninterrupted. "Oh wait you probably knew that, didn't you? Or you probably did and just didn't care about him. Won't be a surprise there."

"Why would I care about him?" Dona asked quietly.

You blinked. "Hello? You slept with him for god's sake."

Her eyes widened. "How did you know?"

"Because he told me! You slept with him, then ghosted him. This is exactly what I mean, Dona. You don't care for anyone but yourself."

"Says you! Oh my god! You abandoned your friends and family to leave the goddamn country on such short notice. What kind of mentally sane person does that?!" Dona's voice was pitching higher and higher with each word.

"I needed a break," you said simply, calmly. From the corner of your eye, you noticed how some other men were starting to look in your direction from all the yelling.

"A break? From what? Your 'oh so' perfect life?" Dona spat.

Her words made you snap your eyes away from the lingering eyes back onto her. "You know better than anybody else my life isn't perfect. You have some goddamn obsession with throwing that back in my face and for what? Because I actually got the guy you wanted?"

Dona's jaw hung open at your statement. For a few seconds she just stood there staring at you in shock.

"What?" you asked. "Didn't think I noticed?"

"You sound like such a cliché right now," Dona muttered, embarrassed under her breath. Her words caught the attention of one of the other people in the hallway who had been listening to the whole thing.

"Coming from you that's actually fucking hilarious."

"Notice how you're still making things about Ran. Jesus you're so obsessed."

"I'm obsessed? Me? The only reason why we fell out is because you were obsessed with him. But you know what it doesn't matter. Move out of my way." You pushed past her, ignoring all the eyes on you as you made your way to the stairs.

"You know Mikey assigned me to work with you in gaining Mira's trust right?" Dona called out to you before you opened the door.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me. No one is going to believe that we're friends. Yet alone Mira."

"I faked it once I can do it again," Dona said and you felt your shoulders slump slightly at the thought.

"That's not the flex you think it is, Dona. Unlike you I genuinely considered you my friend. Sorry for not being a total sociopath like you." You stepped outside and slammed the door behind you.

The moment you set foot outside of the building, you felt tears well up in your eyes. Even after everything you'd said, you still felt guilty for your words, no matter how justifiable your emotions were. Dona was someone you considered a true friend but after tonight's encounter, you couldn't help but feel like you'd mistaken all those years of friendship. It was honestly scary how someone that didn't give a total shit about you could make you feel so happy.

How good of a liar someone must be to manipulate a friend like that... you wondered, swallowing thickly. You bit your lip hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over at any given moment.

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[gojonish]

one could only dream || ᵏᵃᵏᵘᶜʰᵒ

he told you he'd protect you. so why is he the one threatening your life right now?

pairing: kakucho hitto x fem!reader

context: szn three spoilers, angst (no comfort), character death, violence and guns, definitely some grammar/spelling mistakes

note: i quite literally forgot the name of this timeline but it was the timeline where kakucho kills takemichi and naoto yk yk

growing up, you and kakucho were inseparable.

ever since the day you met him at the convenience store, you knew he was going to be your other half. despite you being a big figure in toman and him being tenjiku's second in command, both of you still figured out a way to be together.

now that you two were older, your relationship had taken the next step. you officially moved in with him and left all the gang stuff behind, wanting to live a nice and quiet life.

kakucho still stayed in a gang, but you didn't mind it. he knew how to separate his work and personal life, which you were grateful for. you were also thankful he didn't bring up his best friend, izana, because you absolutely despised him. you still hadn't forgiven him for plotting emma's death.

but somehow you could forgive kakucho and you didn't know why.

maybe it was the way he kissed you so gently and held you so warmly. maybe it was the way he told you he loved you every single day. maybe it was the way he put your safety first, promising to protect you from anything and anyone.

so why was he pointing a gun at you right now?

you thought he cared about you- he loved you. he told you he'd protect you.

one could only dream.

two hours earlier

"when are you and your man going to get married? i swear, you guys are attached at the hip at this point."

you and your friend were currently hanging out at a cafe, the coffee in your hands still steaming hot.

you chuckled, "to be honest, i think he's hiding something from me."

your friend gasped, "no way! do you think he's hiding a ring?"

"maybe! i don't know! i don't wanna get my hopes up," you smiled thinking about how kakucho had been oddly suspicious lately.

"girl, trust me, that man is head over heels for you. what has he been doing that makes you so suspicious of him?"

you pursed your lips, "well, he's been a lot more nervous around me recently. i don't know why!"

"it's definitely cause he's scared to propose."

"kaku's always been nervous about things like that. it took him all his courage to ask me to be his girlfriend."

"okay, say he proposes tomorrow. are you ready for marriage?"

marriage?

you've been with kakucho for years. you know he could be an amazing husband, with his caring nature and loving aspects.

"yeah," you smiled, "i'd love for him to be my husband."

"it won't be long before kids start coming too."

you spit out the coffee you were drinking, "okay that's a little too far into the future!"

she laughed at your reaction, but you couldn't help but think of having a family with kakucho. him taking care of the kids and taking them to school. you could get used to a life like that.

one could only dream.

after coming back from the cafe, you entered your and kakucho's house.

you should've known something was wrong when you saw izana's shoes on the doorstep.

"kaku? i saw your car out, are you home?" your voice rang out through the house.

no answer.

you exhaled and called out kakucho's name again, but he still didn't answer. from the window, you saw small droplets of water drip down the clear glass.

"hm, it's raining."

looking away from the window, you glanced over at the living room to see if there was any evidence of him being there.

that was when you saw it.

your white couch, stained with something red. it wasn't a lot of blood, just a smidge of it.

something was wrong.

"kaku?" you called out as you ran upstairs, trying to find him.

that was when you heard a grunt coming from your master bedroom.

you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed open the door to see your boyfriend, bloodied and beaten up. izana was right next to him, smiling at the kakucho while whispering sayings to him.

"kaku?" you called out and ran to him, "oh my god, kaku what happened?"

ignoring the white-haired man beside you, you cupped kakucho's face and examined his injuries. "who did this to you? oh my gosh, you have bruises everywhere, what happened?"

you didn't notice that kakucho didn't give you a single glance when you came into the room. when he finally looked at you, his eyes were blank. it looked like the life had been sucked out of them.

you had no choice but to get answers from the male next to you, "kurokawa, what happened?"

the white-haired man just shrugged and smiled, "he seemed to forget what his priorities in life were. i had to reteach them to him."

"you did this to him?"

izana nodded, causing your hand to fly up and slap him across the face. you clenched your jaw, raising your hand to do it again when someone grabbed your wrist to stop you.

kakucho did.

"kaku, let go! he hurt you!" you wriggled in his grip, but he was too strong.

"stop, y/n, he's right. i have forgotten what's important in this world."

"baby, what are you talking about?"

he let go of your wrist and glared at you. there was a certain look in his eyes, a look you knew was dangerous.

you were scared.

"you," he started, "are a problem."

"don't problems need to be taken care of?"

"what?" was the only thing you could muster out.

"he met takemitchy the other day," izana said from behind you, "it was a real eye-opener for him."

kakucho spoke, "takemichi is an obstacle and only causes problems, so-"

"i killed him."

you stared at kakucho, tears starting to build up in your eyes, "k-kaku, i thought you said you didn't kill."

he ignored what you said, "you- you are causing problems because you are distracting. you distract me from izana's real goal. you distract me from izana. i am loyal to only izana."

it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that too.

you were panicking. this wasn't your kakucho. your kakucho wouldn't look at you like that. your kakucho wouldn't say these things.

"kaku-"

there's a gun. he pulled it out of his pocket. you didn't even notice he had one on him.

he's pointing it at you. his finger is on the trigger.

"did kurokawa say something to you? is that why you're like this?"

"i only told him what was right. it seemed like he was living some fairytale with you, so i told him to get rid of you," izana smiled, "kakucho, do it."

you saw kakucho's lips go into a fine line, then replied, "yes, izana."

you didn't feel it at first. you didn't know why but you just didn't. it wasn't until a few seconds later that you felt your breathing intensify and red liquid trickle onto your skin. you dropped to the ground, small and quick breaths escaping your mouth.

kakucho crouched near you, watching as the life slowly left you eyes.

"k-kaku," you mustered out, tears running down your face, "i loved you. i always l-loved you. how could you do this?"

he let out a heavy sigh, "i'm sorry, y/n."

"i w-wanted to marry you," you choked and saw your vision get blurry.

he sighed, "one could only dream, y/n."

he shut your eyes after seeing you breathe out your last breath and stood back up.

"one could only dream,” he repeated softly, not knowing if he was saying it to you or to himself this time.

[nicho0k]

lucci x fem kaku ❤️

[rollinouttahere-writes]

CP9/CP0 Masterlist

Rob Lucci

Estranged - Yandere Rob Lucci x Sibling!Reader / Platonic

Kaku

Yandere Kaku 4 & 17 (VDay Event)

Kalifa

Blueno

Jabra

I’m on the Hunt, I’m After You - 1 - Yandere Jabra x Fem!Reader / Romantic

Yandere Paulie and Jabra (separate) 18 (VDay Event)

Kumadori

Fukuro

[anisespice]

“ block boy ” || tokyo rev.

parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ran’s, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think that’s it.

notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is “what it is”. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldn’t get ‘em out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lol 

notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when they’re not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (•3•>)

tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen

“Did the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?”

When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.

Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasn’t for the weak.

You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. “Well?”

One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, “I-It was an honest mistake…we thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-”

“B-B—Bullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes weren’t trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didn’t check the back of the goddamn trucks!”

You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guy’s head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasn’t as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.

“You’re gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your ‘mistake’ by the end of today, or I’m gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!” Mikey cleared his throat.

You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. “Oh! Jiro, baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘s okay..” he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. “Didn’t want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just doing a little ‘housekeeping’ until you got enough rest, that’s all.”

He slowly nodded, lips pursed. “Could’ve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.”

“You do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue working—We both know I’m the only one around here who can keep you in check.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Mm.. can’t say you don’t fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.”

Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of which.. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.

Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.

“Matter of fact.. think ‘m still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour f’me? Or two?”

The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but that’s besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.

Well, consider the waters tested.

“You’re not really an undercover cop, are you?”

Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. “It’s something illegal, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.

“.. forgive me..” he croaked, bowing his head.

He felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t bear the thought of you despising him, but he’d honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him again…

However, what he didn’t expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.

Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroad—One side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Hitto.”

Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. “W-what?”

You coyly tilted your head, “To be honest, I always figured there was something…off about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-”

“Never.” His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.

“I know. You’re much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,” you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, “safe to say I was on the right track.”

Kakucho hesitated. “And that doesn’t…put you off?”

“That you’re a thug?” He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didn’t need to worry.

With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.

Kaku’s jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasn’t going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldn’t believe you were there—That you wanted to stay.

The ravenette’s breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each other’s mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:

“Always wanted to be a ride or die.”

It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.

Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured it’d be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Man’s must’ve forgot who he was.

When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.

It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemy’s throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasn’t sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldn’t care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldn’t let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.

“P-Please! I-if you let me go, you’ll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-”

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said you’d do to me once you killed my husband? Can’t seem to put my finger on it…Haru, darling, do you recall?”

Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, “Said he’d ‘Fuck you raw on top of my corpse’.”

You winked. “Bingo. Thank you, handsome.”

“Welcome, gorgeous.”

The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan, aw.” You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry ‘Fuck you’ in his final efforts of showing dominance. “Oo, there’s that passion we were missing!~ Let’s see how much more I can carve outta yo-”

Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, “Alright, [_____], playtime’s over. We gotta haul ass.”

You pouted. “But, we didn’t get to fuck on top of his corpse...”

Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldn’t help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. You’ve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized that’s for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.

Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.

“Next time, pretty baby.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Without hesitation, you strummed the man’s throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurant’s back exit.

Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You’re getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?”

He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. “Sweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.”

“You good, ma?” A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.

That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.

“I am now,” you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.

“Missed me that bad, huh.” You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husband’s that made you weak in the knees—his undivided attention. “Bored?”

“So fucking bored,” you whined, tugging on his lapels. “These things are always such a drab..”

Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. “Ya sure that’s what has you so out of it?”

You tilted yours, confused. He continued, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. You’ve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you weren’t dripping all over the damn floor—”

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. “You’re so irking...”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. If you knew I was horny, I could’ve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.”

“Hm, almost as if I was doing something important, like…” he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, “working.”

You huffed, “I’m important too…do me.”

Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. “‘course you are, baby. Didn’t know it would go for this long, ‘m sorry.”

“Then, how ‘bout you and I take a little…smoke break,” you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, it’s futile when your husband clicks his tongue.

“No can do. Kakucho’s still not over the last time we took a ‘smoke break’ together.”

“He’s not? Seriously? We weren’t even gone for that long!”

He raised a brow. “[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.”

You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, “I know, I know. Poor thing can’t go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.”

“Shut up..!” You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.

Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. There’s nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.

And he knew how much you hated doing that.

“Ten minutes.”

He sighed. “[_____]…”

“Five minutes?”

“We can’t-“

“A minute, god, I don’t even have to finish, Rin, please.” You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didn’t do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. Maybe…sparing just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldn’t see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who was needy.

Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.

“Better me than Kaku.”

“Like I’ve already explained to you, Officer. My husband’s been here all day. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but he can’t exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.”

Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shooters…

Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.

“Mhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if he’s been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldn’t have her answering the front door.” He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.

You worked your jaw, annoyed. “In the shower.”

“How convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?”

“You can assume whatever you want, it doesn’t change my answer. He’s been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.”

“Now, hold on—”

Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like that…blissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pig’s flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.

You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. “You tell ‘em, baby.”

However, that silence didn’t last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.

“[S/n], don’t touch daddy right now…he stinks.”

Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.

“That’s ‘cause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,” he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. “But, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didn’t she?”

“Yea!” [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smile—Ran noticed. He always did.

“Yeah.. we’re real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever we’re in trouble.. right, mama?”

Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.

Remorse.

Ran didn’t like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family… You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wall…It’s a miracle how you haven’t packed up and left him yet…

And he thanks his lucky stars that you haven’t.

With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-”

“For the record, tonight wasn’t exactly my fault-”

“-and I don’t care. I just…”

Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if that’s what got him in your good graces again…but it doesn’t come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.

Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.

Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

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What iffff poly hcs with kakucho x reader x izana ifkwim? I don't care if it's nsfw or fluff, just how would it be like? headcanons about it in general! ♡

Poly Relationship w/ Izana and Kakucho

♡ SFW and NSFW, fem reader, fluff, set in the corrupt Toman timeline, public sex/car sex, double penetration, double head??, oral->fem and male receiving ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷 sorry it's so late lol

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SFW

💞 Izana buys you and Kakucho earrings that match his

💞 Kakucho tries to keep you out of gang related business, but Izana doesn't really give a fuck because he knows he can protect you regardless

💞 They have bodyguards following you everywhere, it's not like they don't trust you, they just don't trust other people

💞 Izana teaches you how to walk in heels, he'll literally teach you runway walks and Kakucho will cheer both of you on

💞 All three of you ride on a motorcycle together on the weekends, obviously Izana is the one driving (recklessly btw)

💞 Kaku cooks dinner and Izana treats him like a 50s housewife 😭 he rushes him like that'll make the food cook faster

💞 Izana plays guitar for you and Kakucho and learns all your favorite songs

NSFW

💞 Kakucho is the quiet type during sex, the most you'll hear is a few deep grunts. Izana is a lot more vocal though, he'll moan and whimper depending on what you're doing.

💞 Izana is really into public sex, the risk is high but the reward is far greater because he gets to see your fucked out face. Kakucho just goes along with it because why the hell not? That's how you end up in the backseat of Izana's car, lying on your back as Izana fills your pussy and Kakucho fucks your throat.

💞 Izana and Kakucho both love giving you head, usually simultaneously. They love seeing you writhe in pleasure and become a whimpering mess underneath them. Their tongues rub together as they glide them on your clit. They don't even have to fuck you for you to be fucked out, and they're obsessed with having that amount of power over you and your body.

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[basically-romealone]

Weekend sleep-over

Shinichiro x fem reader

Fluff, domestic au, Mikey and Draken are twins, benkei is dad's to Takemichi and Kakucho, wakasa is uncle's to Rin and ran, Takeomi is senju and Sanzus dad, mom! Reader, Dad! Shinchiro, fem reader, female reader

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"save some for your dad Manjiro" (name) said sternly as she set up for the sleep over.

Izana and Ken excitedly setting up the PlayStation as Emma waddled behind Manjiro "I will mama!" He said sneaking another cookie before trotting off, splitting it with Emma who beamed and accepted it.

Every weekend the black dragons pawned their kids off to each members house, last week's was Takeomi and tonight was Shinichiro, a bunch of giggling kids were about to show up and (name) was ready.

She had shin pick up two party pizzas, more than enough pizza for all those little belly's and snacks for the movie and games.

She was even letting them stay up till 9:30.

They were especially excited for the ice cream.

Wakasa recently took in his nephews, the two boys getting along well with the others.

"I got the food!" Shin said as his kids crowded him "oi! Out of my way you little blood hounds! You gotta wait for the others" shin grunted playfully as he set the food on the counter before lifting little Emma "you know when they're coming?' Shin asked his wife, giving her a kiss to the forehead "takeomi is coming with Haru and senju and Benkei is making a pitstop right now with Kaku and Michi"

Manjiro perked up at the mention of takemichi and Shinchiro rolled his eyes at this "this time don't throw a tantrum when someone else wants to play with him yeah?"

"I do share!"

"Mikey..."

"Fine!" The boy huffed and stomped off, the siblings going back to what they were doing as the boy pouted in the livingroom.

"How are you baby?" Shinichiro asked letting Emma go play and hugging his wife, swaying slightly "next week..." Shinchiro mumbled kissing her neck lovingly "maybe you could wear that red thing...?"

"You gotta earn that red thing..." (Name) smirked and glanced at her husband "and how would I earn that?" He whispered huskily "THATS MINE!" "NO ITS MINE!"

"Handling toddler meltdowns" she said turning him to the livingroom where all the little munchkins were arguing, returning to preparing snacks.

Takeomi was the first to arrive, little senju and Haruchiyo in their pajamas and shinichiro took senju who reached for him "alright you two, ready for a sleep over!" (Name) said happily as the Akashi family came inside, taking their shoes off and the adults let the kids run off to the livingroom to go play with the others "we have soda or juice, pick your poison" (name) teased as they went to the kitchen, having child friendly beverages and chatting away.

"Haru? Is there something you need sweety?" (Name) asked the boy who fidgeted slightly, he was always the quiet one "Senju needs to go potty..." He mumbled and (name) smiled "here, let's go help her" she said leading him and leaving the former black dragons.

"I genuinely didn't think we would get here"

"I still can't believe I lost that bet"

The two chuckled as they continued talking, it was honestly surreal for both of them... becoming parents...

Life was perfect.

DINGDONG

"Michi!" Mikey squealed out as Shin ran to beat his son to the door, the boy hugging his dad's leg as he opened it to see not benkei but Wakasa with little rin and Ran, the two in matching pajamas "Hello you lot! Get in get in!" Shinichiro let them in as (name) returned with haru and Senju "hello you two, snazzy pajamas!" (Name) knelt as the boys beamed "now why don't you two play? Izana has been excited to see you guys!"

The children ran off and Mikey pouted with his little fists on his hips "just think baby, the only people left are him and Kaku" (name) assured her son who thought about it and beamed "now why don't you go wait for him with the others? It's more fun in there" she convinced the little boy who toddled off.

"Like defusing a bomb..." Wakasa mused and (name) rolled her eyes "he's the easy one" she mused as they returned to the kitchen, wakasa eyeing the pizza "oi! Wait till Benny gets here" she hissed out to the man, the others snickering.

The kids were giggling and playing their games, Rin and Ran having brought some games with them and having fun while Emma and Senju played played with the Legos.

"Hey Mikey" (name) leaned on the door and the tiny blonde looked at his mom confused till little Takemichi poked his head out from behind her legs "MICHI!" Mikey practically screamed and ran to his best friend as Izana, ran and Rindō went to see Kakucho while Sanzu and Ken waddled to (name) "can we have dinner now?" Ken asked his mom who smiled "yes we can baby.." (name) gently carded her fingers through her sons hair "go get Emma and Senju and we can start dinner"

Dinner was chaotic and after the meal the three out of four black dragons said goodbye to their little ones, senju crying as she hugged her papa, the man consoling the little one and before they knew it it was movie time.

Emma snuggled into her mom's side as Shinichiro sat on the other with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, little senju in his lap.

The other kids had their sleeping bags rolled out for the livingroom sleep over and watched the movie focused and excited.

They barely got through the movie before passing out, (name) and Shin carrying the two toddlers upstairs to bed, placing them in the beds, having two from when Mikey and Draken were little just repainted.

"They're so little" shin mused as they went downstairs for clean-up and (name) smiled "they also grow so fast" she looked at the passed out kids fondly "I'm gonna miss this I know it..." (Name) mumbled and shin kissed her temple "hey, who knows we may get some grandkids"

"Hopefully" (name) mumbles with a smile as they continue dishes.