#sanzu drabble

[tsubaki3192]

Men who are so emotionally constipated, or have been through enough trauma that they don't... exactly... do well with touch, but are extremely touch starved and crave love beyond anything else physical.

Men who suddenly gain an adorable S/O who is willing to do all that and more.

Men, who suddenly find themselves having someone to come home to every night; who find themselves lying beside said person every night; who's willing to hold them for as long as necessary when it gets difficult; who refuses to abandon them no matter the circumstance.

Boyfriends, who find it difficult to truly express themselves when they want to, and get frustrated whenever they have that difficulty.

Boyfriends who find their S/O so attractive that they can't help themselves, so they end up blurting out the thoughts that come to mind.

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Boyfriends who become your husband because he made that same mistake one day, and scrambled to grab the ring.

(The same ring that had been sitting in his pocket for the last three months.)

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JJK: Gojo, Megumi,

ToRev: Hanma, KAZUTORA, Shinichiro, SANZU, Izana, Kokonoi

HSR: Blade, AVENTURINE, DANHENG,

Genshin: KAEYA, DILUC, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao,

BNHA: Aizawa, TODOROKI, DABI,

Haikyuu: OIKAWA, Atsumu,

[reissancesstuff]

"you don't look like my boyfriend.”

sypnosis: you're too drunk to recognize your boyfriend.

featuring: bonten boys (seperate) x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol mentions, swearing, drunk!reader.

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MIKEY

you're swaying.

barely holding it together on the sidewalk, heels in your hand and eyes glossy from too many drinks. the night is loud — laughter, clinking glasses, someone singing off-key behind you — but everything feels like it’s underwater.

and then there's someone in front of you.

someone tall. all in black. white-blond hair, dark eyes, a glint of silver in his ear. calm expression that doesn't match the chaos around you.

you blink slowly. “who are you?”

he stares at you. deadpan.

you point a shaky finger. “you’re hot. but you don’t look like my boyfriend.”

his eye twitches.

“you’re drunk,” mikey mutters, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

you gasp — scandalized. “how do you know me?!”

“you’re my girlfriend,” he says flatly.

“liar,” you squint at him. “my boyfriend doesn’t scowl like that. he smiles at me. like this—” you flash your teeth in a crooked grin, tipsy and far too confident.

mikey sighs, stepping closer. “you tried to kiss a bartender, y/n.”

“i did not,” you pout. “he had glitter on his face. i thought he was a fairy.”

“you told him you’d trade your phone for a ride on his back.”

you freeze.

“…was he gonna say yes?”

“get over here.”

he doesn’t wait. just loops an arm around your waist and lifts you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you into the backseat of the black car parked at the curb. you squeak, landing in plush leather as the door shuts behind him.

“manjiroooo,” you groan, flopping onto his chest like a ragdoll.

he hums lowly, letting you cling. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“feed me.”

“you threw up your last meal.”

“because it was spicy and i don’t like spice!” you say dramatically. “you know this. you should’ve protected me.”

“you said you loved wasabi.”

“i was lying!”

he chuckles. actually chuckles.

his hand comes up to brush your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering at the back of your neck. you blink slowly against his shoulder, your words slurring into sleep.

“…you’re warm,” you mumble.

mikey leans in, lips grazing your temple.

“next time you’re drinking, i’m chaining you to me.”

“is that your new kink?”

he groans. “just shut up and sleep, brat.”

and as your breathing evens out, arms still wrapped lazily around him, mikey glances at your peaceful face and thinks —

yeah. he’d carry your drunk ass a thousand times over.

as long as you come home to him.

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SANZU

you’re wobbling in your heels.

like really wobbling. cartoon-character-on-ice kind of wobbling.

sanzu watches from across the room, half amused, half exasperated. he told you not to take another shot. he literally pulled the glass away from your hand at one point. but then some giggling friend of yours handed you another one while he was on a call and now.

now you’re drunk.

you’re so drunk you don’t even notice him approaching.

"baby," he says, catching you by the waist before you can tip forward and faceplant into a couch, "what did i say about the tequila?"

you blink up at him.

pause.

your brows furrow. you lean in a little, squinting.

“…who are you?”

sanzu blinks. “what?”

“you’re really pretty,” you slur, poking his chest with one finger. “but i have a boyfriend. he’s scary. he kills people.”

he snorts. “yeah? what’s he look like?”

“pink hair. sharp teeth. eyes like a lazy cat. talks too much sometimes but i love him.”

he tries to hold it in—he really does—but a laugh bursts out before he can stop it. “wow. sounds hot.”

“he is,” you nod solemnly. then you lean closer, all whispery and secretive. “his name is… haruchiyo. but everyone call him sanzu. you can't tell anyone.”

“your secret’s safe with me.”

you sway again and he steadies you with both hands on your waist. you stare up at him, suspicious.

“…wait a minute,” you whisper, narrowing your eyes. “you look like him.”

“maybe i am him.”

you gasp, scandalized. “no, you’re not. he wouldn’t wear a shirt like that.”

he looks down at his black button-up. “…i wear this all the time.”

you ignore him, gently smacking his chest. “nope. nice try, imposter.”

sanzu just sighs and lifts you into his arms. bridal-style. effortlessly.

you squeak. “hey—stranger danger!”

“you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, carrying you out of the venue like a man on a mission. “your scary boyfriend would’ve murdered me by now.”

you squint at his face one more time, like it’s just starting to click.

“…wait. are you my scary boyfriend?”

“finally.”

you stare at him.

then giggle.

then pass out on his shoulder.

he sighs again. but it’s fond this time.

“dumbass,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your forehead. “don’t ever change.”

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KAKUCHO

you’re swaying in place when kakucho opens the penthouse door.

mascara a little smudged. shoes in your hand. clutch barely zipped. and your smile? way too wide to be sober.

“hiiiiii,” you slur, waving like you’re meeting a stranger. “whoa… you’re really hot.”

kakucho’s brow twitches. “you’re drunk.”

“mmmaybe.” you hiccup, then squint at him. “wait. do i know you?”

he blinks. “you don’t remember me?”

you take a cautious step forward, wobbling. your eyes trail over the expensive dress shirt clinging to his chest, the familiar scar on his face — but your brain is still foggy and floating somewhere between tequila shots and karaoke.

“you kinda look like my boyfriend,” you mutter.

“do i?”

you nod solemnly. “but he’s mean sometimes. really serious. you look nice.”

he deadpans. “glad to know i’ve got a nicer twin.”

you gasp, like it’s a revelation. “are you the good twin? can you kiss better too?”

“baby.”

“ohmygod, you sound just like him,” you whisper, poking his chest. “are you two, like, related?”

kakucho sighs through his nose and steps forward, gently looping an arm around your waist before you stumble into the damn wall. “i am him.”

you pause, peering up at him with bleary confusion. “…huh?”

he leans down, brushing your hair back from your face, voice low. “you’re really drunk, sweetheart. let’s get you to bed.”

you blink once. twice.

then your mouth drops open in realization.

“kakuchoooo!” you squeal, throwing your arms around him like you haven’t seen him in months. “my boyfriend!! i missed you soooo much!!”

he stifles a laugh, catching you easily.

“you saw me this morning,” he mumbles into your hair, but the way his hand rubs circles on your back gives him away — soft. patient. relieved you made it home safe.

you sigh dramatically against his chest. “i was scared you wouldn’t love me anymore ‘cause i wore that short dress.”

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “you looked beautiful.”

“really?”

“really.”

you smile so wide it makes his chest ache, even as you sway again.

“‘m sleepy…”

“then let’s get you to bed,” he says, scooping you up effortlessly.

you wrap your arms around his neck, cheek pressed to his shoulder, voice muffled. “you’re the best boyfriend in the world…”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, chuckling softly.

“yeah,” he murmurs, “even when you don’t remember me.”

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TAKEOMI

you’re absolutely wasted.

not tipsy. not a little buzzed. wasted.

takeomi finds you outside the bar, sitting on the sidewalk with your heels off, feet bare, and a bag of chips in your lap that you definitely stole from someone inside. your friends had texted him to come pick you up — and good thing too, because you look seconds away from face-planting into the asphalt.

“baby,” he calls gently, crouching down in front of you.

you blink up at him, squinting under the streetlight. your mouth opens slightly.

“…do i know you?”

takeomi blinks. “are you serious?”

you lean back a little. “are you hitting on me?” you gasp suddenly. “wait—i have a boyfriend!”

“yeah,” he sighs. “me.”

you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “prove it.”

he sighs again, but there’s a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you always make me late by stealing my hair gel in the morning and hiding it in your bra.”

you gasp again, scandalized. “how do you know that?!”

“because you tell me every single time.”

“that sounds like something i’d do,” you mutter, nodding.

he reaches for your bag of chips and tosses it aside before gently helping you up. you wobble against his chest and bury your face into his jacket, sighing dramatically. “you smell like my boyfriend.”

“probably because i am your boyfriend.”

you pause.

“…oh.”

takeomi wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to his car, holding your shoes in one hand while you mutter something about him being suspiciously handsome. he just shakes his head with a laugh, brushing his lips against your temple as he opens the door.

“let’s get you home, pretty girl.”

you blink up at him again, swaying slightly.

“…hey.”

“yeah?”

you point a finger at his chest, dead serious. “if my boyfriend finds out you kissed me, he’s gonna kill you.”

he sighs. “i’ll take my chances.”

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KOKONOI

you’re swaying.

not from music. not from happiness. just… swaying.

your heels are clumsy against the pavement, arms flailing slightly as you stumble toward the black car parked outside the club. you barely register the man who steps out of it — tall, lean, dressed in an expensive black coat and even more expensive glare.

“jesus,” he mutters, eyes locking on you. “you’re wasted.”

you stop walking.

tilt your head.

squint.

“…huh?” you blink, swaying again. “who’re you?”

kokonoi hajime just stands there. lips parting slightly.

you don’t know him.

your boyfriend — the man who held your hair back when you were sick, who tucked hundred-thousand-yen gifts in your purse like loose change, who loves you more than life itself — and you don’t even recognize him.

“you don’t even know me?” he asks, voice quiet.

you frown. “…are you hot?”

he chokes.

“what?”

you take another unsteady step forward. “are you, like, my type or something?” you poke a finger into his chest, clearly unaware you’re messing with one of bonten’s top executives. “you’re kinda pretty. do i know you from somewhere?”

his jaw tightens — not in anger, but something else.

god, you’re so drunk. flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, wobbling in your cute dress like you haven’t slept in days.

he exhales slowly and slips his coat off, draping it over your shoulders without a word.

“i’m your boyfriend,” he says, pulling you close so you don’t tip over. “kokonoi. hajime. remember now?”

you stare at him. long and slow.

“…no,” you whisper. “but i like your voice.”

he closes his eyes for a second like he’s praying for strength.

“come on,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around your waist. “let’s get you home.”

you hum softly against him, cuddling into his side like instinct. “you smell nice.”

“i should,” he mutters. “you bought me the cologne.”

“…i did?” you blink up at him, awed. “that was so nice of me.”

kokonoi smiles despite himself. “yeah. you’re amazing, remember?”

you don’t respond.

you’re too busy falling asleep on his shoulder.

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MOCHI

you’re absolutely smashed.

slumped against the backseat of a sleek black car, your cheek is pressed against the window, fogging up the glass with every hot exhale. the city lights blur into hazy halos as you mumble incoherent things about ramen, frogs, and how the bartender definitely had a crush on you.

mochizuki kanji is sitting beside you — arms crossed, jaw clenched — watching you spiral deeper into drunken chaos with a look that’s a mix of what the fuck am i gonna do with you and i’d kill anyone who touches you.

he’s calm, quiet. only ever speaks when it matters. but right now, he’s biting the inside of his cheek because you — the love of his life — have just looked him in the eye and slurred:

“you’re not my boyfriend.”

he blinks. “…what?”

you squint at him like your vision’s lagging. “you’re not him. he’s taller. angrier. his eyebrows are�� madder.”

kanji raises an eyebrow. “madder?”

you poke his chest. “and he smells like cigarettes and laundry softener. you smell like… like a man i don’t know.”

he stares at you. speechless.

then you dramatically flop sideways, landing right against him with a whine. “i want kanjiii,” you say, sniffling, like a child who lost her toy. “he’s my big scary boyfriend. he growls when he talks.”

“i am kanji.”

“liar.” you squint again. “kanji’s nose is more punchable.”

he exhales, presses his fingers to the bridge of his very punchable nose, and fights the urge to laugh or scream.

“…you’re drunk.”

“nooo.” you hiccup. “you’re just impersonating him. is this a bonten thing? secret twins?”

he leans forward, his voice lowering. “baby, i swear to god—”

“see? that’s how he sounds!” you gasp like you cracked the case. “do it again.”

mochi’s eye twitches.

you’re fully sprawled across him now, clinging to the lapel of his coat like a lost little puppy. he adjusts your seatbelt with one hand, sighing, then brushes your hair away from your face with the other.

“i’m taking you home. and tomorrow, when you wake up with a hangover, i’m gonna remind you how you called me an imposter.”

you giggle. “you sound hot when you’re mad.”

he mutters under his breath, “so i am your boyfriend?”

“…hm. jury’s still out.” you poke his cheek. “i’ll decide when i’m sober.”

kanji leans back in the seat, groaning. “you’re so lucky i love you.”

you yawn and nuzzle into his side, half-asleep already. “my boyfriend loves me too…”

he glances down. your arms are wrapped around him now. soft breaths tickling his neck. and he knows you won’t remember a damn thing in the morning.

but he smiles anyway.

“yeah, he really does.”

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RAN

you’re tipsy. no— scratch that.

you’re gone.

ran knows it the second you stumble out of the bar, heels in hand, mascara a little smudged, smile big and dizzy as you scan the street like it’s moving. it’s not. you are.

“there you are,” ran drawls, slipping his phone into his pocket, voice low and lazy as ever. “i’ve been looking everywhere, baby.”

you squint at him.

you squint at him.

and then you take a step back, blinking. “…sorry, do i know you?”

ran freezes.

“…what?”

“you’re really tall,” you slur, clearly impressed. your finger pokes at his chest, right at the silver chain peeking from his collar. “and you smell expensive.”

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “you don’t recognize me?”

you tilt your head, swaying. “are you a celebrity?”

ran is trying. really, he is. but the corner of his mouth twitches.

“something like that,” he murmurs, stepping closer to steady you as you wobble. you stare up at him, lips parted, brows furrowed like you’re solving a math problem.

“wait…” you whisper. “do you… have a girlfriend?”

his brows shoot up.

you gasp, dramatic as ever. “because if you don’t—i know a girl who’d be sooo lucky to have you.”

he stares at you for a long, silent moment.

“...you’re trying to flirt with me,” he deadpans.

you nod eagerly. “you’re hot.”

“baby,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “i am your boyfriend.”

you freeze.

pause.

“…you are?”

“yes.”

“…are you sure?”

“you live with me,” he deadpans. “you wear my shirts. i literally dropped you off at this bar three hours ago.”

you gasp again. “wait—you’re ran?!”

ran looks like he’s this close to losing it. “oh my god.”

“i’m so sorry,” you whisper. “you’re so hot i didn’t recognize you.”

“…that’s not even a compliment. it’s a safety hazard.”

you giggle, tipsy and smug now, as you stumble forward into his chest. “well, you’re mine now, right?”

he rolls his eyes, arms wrapping around your waist anyway. “was always yours, drunk idiot.”

“can we get fries?”

“…you don’t even remember dinner, do you?”

“nope!”

he kisses your forehead, groaning like he’s suffering, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him.

“alright,” he murmurs, scooping you up bridal style. “fries and then straight to bed. my bed.”

“ooh,” you giggle. “that hot stranger’s bed?”

“jesus christ,” he mutters, shaking his head.

but he’s smiling the whole way home.

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RINDOU

rindou has seen you in many states. sleepy, grumpy, pouty, clingy. he's even seen you swing a pan at mochi for “looking weird.”

but drunk? drunk you is a different species entirely.

“what the fuck,” he mutters, watching you sway unsteadily in your heels as you stumble out of the bar with your friends. “she said she’d have one drink.”

you spot him leaning against his car, wearing his usual black, his lavender hair tousled and unbothered. but instead of rushing into his arms like you usually do—

you squint.

hard.

“...who are you?” you ask, dead serious.

rindou blinks. “what?”

you point at him accusingly. “you’re hot. are you a stripper?”

“a what—?”

“did my friends send you? for my birthday?? oh my god, you’re my present, aren’t you??” you gasp dramatically, stumbling forward with jazz hands. “stripper boyyyy~!”

rindou grabs your waist before you faceplant into the pavement. “jesus, baby. it’s me. rindou.”

“rindou?” you frown. “nooo, my rindou has sleepy eyes and looks mean but actually buys me cat stickers when i’m sad.”

“that’s literally me.”

you lean in closer, squinting harder. “hmmm. i don’t know. you’re suspiciously hot. too hot. hot with earrings?? hot with a lip ring?! are you even real???”

“what the hell are you even saying,” he says, but he's already pulling you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “get in the car, idiot.”

you gasp. “he even smells like rindou!! what kind of AI technology—”

he physically picks you up bridal-style before you embarrass yourself any further. you're still rambling nonsense about stripper androids as he buckles you into the passenger seat and shuts the door.

rindou sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“should’ve just handcuffed you to the couch tonight,” he mumbles.

“kinky,” you slur from your seat.

he slides into the driver's side, throws you a dry look, and says, “remind me to delete your birthday next year.”

you giggle and flop your head against his shoulder.

“…but you’re cute for a stripper.”

rindou mutters under his breath, “yeah, and you’re dead when you sober up.”

but he doesn’t push your head away.

[brights-place]

I loved your fanfic with an innocent reader. Now do it with Sanzu, Rindou and Inupi. Please!

Love your work!

[TR] Rindou & Inupi & Sanzu x Reader (separate) Warnings: Smut, NSFW!!, Drugs, BDSM, Kinky shit

A/N: I cannot control if minors read this or not or if your un-comfy with smut don't read this I do not recommend if you do not enjoy these topics and if you IGNORE my authors note and my simple instruction to click off this tumblr post and get mad at me if you don't like it I will tell you off for not READING a basic instruction from my typed out words. I write smut I write angst I write fluff I write what you request because I enjoy it so if you get mad I will shake my filipino fist telling you "TO GET OFF MY BLOG" like an old white man now ENJOY if you still wanna proceed!! Anyways this is sooo short cause I’m writing this at 1AM after having a night shift kms😰

Summary: Sanzu, Rindou and Inupi with a cute and innocent reader? Reader loves wearing bows and wearing cute things, besides being very innocent and naive.

Rindou Hitani

- Rindou with a sweet innocent reader is one of the most devious things I can think of cause *tucks strand behind my ear and giggles* (Not as much as my top 4 favs but he’s still there)

- Rindou with a sweet cute innocent reader is sweet he’d make sure to take care of you and pamper you lovingly always smiling warmly at your reactions how cute you look

- Praises your outfits and helps you put on your heels and sometimes swaps them with his shoes sometimes when they start to hurt hell if Inupi and Izana can do it so can he

- He loves seeing you wear silk pajamas it’s always so cute to him and enjoys the texture

- You know how you have bows and all that? Yeah you can tie a ribbon around it for more friction - Every time it happens everything feels so good your eyes crossing and closing as you wrap your arms around him, his scent intoxicating and surrounding you - Grunts and whimpers some times and enjoys how you look cute in pink and white - Gripping onto your hands or waist while he makes you take him and loves kissing you to see your drool passing your lips - Fucking loves how you try to speak but your words are slurred because his dick is just ramming into you without hesitation and with pure joy at how he could ruin something as sweet as you

Sanzu Haruchiyo

- Not gonna lie everybody writes sanzu as like he’s a rabid dog (The mad dog of Bonten LMAO) in sex and drugs as if its his only characteristics cause of all the drugs and stuff but genuinely I think he’d just be chill with most stuff and would just give a thumbs up cause well he kills and has a fucking KATANA cause he’s so pent up with all this shit (Bonten arc reference)

- So I think sanzu would be too lazy to do stuff or to have sex so depending on his mood it also depends on what yall do

- He enjoys your cute bows and stuff sometimes when he’s high out of his mind he’ll sloppily kiss you and compliment you saying shit like “Hey-! Yur cute ya knowwww god i’m soo lucky ya know? Hey lets bother koko-puffs for some money to get ya cute new skirt for me to rip!” Or “Ahaaa~ your so pretty when wearing matching outifts with meee *hic* I llve you so much”

- Shit like that but at the same time he’d be abit unhinged as fuck every now and then aswell with you - He was obsessed with the fact that every thing about you to your jewllery and to the soles of your shoes to your every dress that clung to your body was all his doing and what he was going to rip off your body - Loves the feeling of your walls clench around him he enjoys it dearly as he can't help but bite into your shoulder to keep quiet cause he can't help but enjoy ever single aspect of you - Clutching onto your hair grinning smugly at your scent -He likes knowing how much stronger he is than you, not that it isn’t obvious - So he loves to manhandle you whenever he gets the chance - The way you give him all the power in the world to move you around is heaven to him as he can't help but giggle - Sobbing into his arms like a giant mess as he degrades you while enjoying seeing you suffer because of him in many ways - gets excited with how you willingly allow him to rip your skirts and cute tops sometimes use your ribbons to cover your eyes if they are big enough to cover your eyes enjoys seeing you panic slightly

Seishu Inui

- Seishu like Kokonoi’s kinks aren't bad nor are they good it's just there like he’s just smiling softly and lovingly at you when you doll up infront of the vanity

- He makes sure that later on he fucks you against the same vanity to see how pretty you are WHO SAID THAT?! -He’s awful respectful of you and your space, and he really does want to take things slow, but Christ you don’t know what you do to him. - Loves to tease you quietly but keeps quiet and reminds you to keep your voice down - despite telling you to keep quiet he would purposely angle his hips to hit against your g-spot continuously causing you to struggle with keeping your volume down. - truth to be told he loves to hear the noises that slip past your lips as he kisses you - He would not want to cause you pain however he might try out with bondage and perhaps simple toys like the vibrator to use on you to make it more exciting - Inupi is quite good with his tongue there was once where he made you climaxed with his tongue alone for 3 times in a row without stopping ignoring your cries in overstimulation he just loves hearing your famillar normal voice turn into one that craves for more of him

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[the-grimm-writer]

Thinking about having a toxic relationship with your yan. Knowing that you should run away and never look back. But the way he makes you feel is something no other person can replicate, and he knows this.

It's addicting, the way he knows you so well. The small things that he knows will get to you. Remembering your favorite movie and show. Your go to take out order. Your guilty pleasures that he doesn't judge you for.

And he knows your body so well that he knows all the right buttons to push, how hard or slow to go for you to scream and cry with pleasure and make you come undone.

He's so close to being the perfect man for you. If he hadn't gotten so possessive over you before you became more than just friends with benefits. Or if he didn't hate when you showed attention to anyone else, even friends that you've been close to long before you even met him. Not to mention how pushy he gets for you to move in with him after just a few months of being together.

Because of that, fights with him were often. Why did you look at that guy at the store for too long? Who were you just texting? Let him see your phone. Why didn't you respond to him? Why do you have to leave? Just stay with him.

If you do leave or try and break things off, he uses all the excuses for you to come back. That he misses you. He can't live without you. Even just the classic you forgot something at his place.

You go back despite your friends begging you not to. Terrified that one day they'll see you on a missing person's poster and they'll never see you again.

Worst of all, you know they have a reason to worry.

You know the things he says during fights are true. He wants to lock you away and throw away the fucking key. He wants to bash any other person who even looks at you wrongs head in until they're an unrecognizable mess on the side of the road. That you belong to him. That he knows how he feels isn't healthy. He just loves you so much that he just doesn't care.

Then once you're done screaming at him, telling him that you're done, you hate him and never want to see him again. That all your friends and family were right about him, he grabs you and pulls you into an aggressive, passion filled kiss that always leads to your clothes being ripped off of you.

And after a night filled with rough hate sex, covered in marks and bruises, he gently pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek, softly apologizing for going too far. He buys you gifts the next day as well. Expensive jewelry and even the cute little plush that you've been wanting from the store.

He swears that he'll never do it again. Confesses that he just loves you so much that sometimes he can't help but snap. And you melt right into his sweet words, thinking that maybe it is okay for someone to love you the way he does when he makes you feel like the most special girl in the world even after hurting you.

When you tell him that you love him too, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. Right by his side. Even if it winds up destroying you both.

.

BNHA: Keigo, Dabi, Natsuo, Aizawa, Kirishima

JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami

Tokyo Revengers: Mikey, Izana, Kazutora, Nahoya, Ran, Sanzu, Hanma

[stargirlo]

whatever she wants ♡.

your boyfie luvs spoiling you with his money! and he doesn't care if he maxes out his credit card just by spending money on the stuff that you want to buy. he just wants to see his pretty girl happy, that's all. his love language is gift giving, so why not show his love to you by showering you with designer bags and red bottoms?

you're always whining about how he shouldn't give you this many stuff, even if it wasn't a special occasion. but he insists, who is going to stop him?

need your nails done? check, appointment is already made. you're craving oysters? the reservation is booked. want to be on the highest floor of a five-star hotel in singapore? prepare for the breathtaking view baby. your birkin bag is getting old? the order is at your doorstep. need a new tiffany and co bracelet? get in the car and lets buy you a new one.

honestly he knows every clothing brand that you like because he has a list of your wants and needs. whenever you say something like "this sundress is cute." or "these tory burch sandals would go with this, yeah?" he would instantly take note of it and buy it for you the next day. this man is tiring, but you absolutely adore him. not because of his money, but because of the way he treats you.

he treats you with full on royalty, as if you were his queen, in which, you already are. so, you can't help but give him your thanks to him for doing all these things.

"f-fuck baby, is this your thanks f'me..?" he dryly chuckles, slenders fingers slipping through your well styled hair, to which it was ruined by how tight he's gripping your fucking scalp. ouchie.

you nodded eagerly, sucking him off like your life depended on it. moans vibrated against his cock, letting his body jolt in absolute pleasure. he threw his head back, letting you have your way on his cock as it snuggles deep down your warm and tight throat. he can't help but buck his hips upwards into your throat, a stifled moan bubbling through his gritted teeth. a sweat rolls down his forehead, eyebrows knit together as he looks down at the gorgeous view of you being between his legs and sucking his cock to oblivion.

"ye'r such a slut y'know t-that . . . shit-" he hissed in pleasure, inhaling sharply before letting out a groan. your thighs rubbed together, trying to reach out for some friction for yourself while you gave your precious boyfriend a blow job. he lets out a string of curses and praises, murmuring something about how he's going to ruin your pussy after this, and it only turned you on further, feeling a wet patch on your victoria secret thong.

suddenly, you withdrew from his cock, watching a thin string of spit connect from his cock and to your glossy lips. you looked up at him teary-eyed, your plump lips turning into a small "o" shape as you let out shallow breaths. "what's wrong baby? dick t'much to take down ye'r throat?" he mocks, looking down at you with a sneer. how mean.

" 's okay sugar, daddy's gotcha . . . now c'mere," he pants, his pointer and ring finger beckoning you to crawl up his lap, and so you did. as you got yourself situated and comfortable on his lap, his cock occasionally rubbing against your soaked panties that was desperate to be fucked like a useless glory hole. his hands move under your skirt, pulling down the thong away as it revealed your hungry pussy to his eyes. it was glistening with your slick, and he was definitely going to have a field day with this slip 'n slide.

"you're so wet f'me, and all jus' by suckin' my dick." he chuckles, gripping your hips firmly and lifting it up with a subtle movement, just enough to feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your puffy 'n needy clit. you let out a short gasp, taking a hold on his shoulders as you looked down at the lewd scenery below you. "aht, aht sugar . . . look at me," he gently slaps your ass, bringing back your attention to him and looking at him directly. he murmurs a low "thereee we go." before sliding you down his cock, a high-pitched yelp eliciting from your lips.

his cock slides in further, deeper and deeper until you feel his cock fill you up to the hilt. you're now basically cockdrunk, and he hasn't done anything to make you be in this position yet. you babbled how he's "too big" and that "you're full" but he could only watch in awe. "shh, shh, look how soaked your pussy is . . . look at how easy it just slides in, aand out." he huffs, moving your hips with ease as the base of his cock slips in and out of your pussy, erupting a lewd squelch.

"now c'mon baby, show me how really thankful you are f'me . . ." his hands now let go of your hips, making you fully sit down on his cock as your pussy warms it up. your lips tug a small pout, his hands being placed behind his head as he raised a brow. his expression already spoke volumes on what he was going to say, so you tried your best to lift up your shaky hips and thighs as you worked your way into riding his cock.

let's just say he had to do most of the work later on :(

💌: gojo satoru, geto suguru, hiromi higuruma, chuuya nakahara, haitani brothers, sanzu haruchiyo, manjiro sano, shuji hanma, wakasa imaushi, rafe cameron, ++ your favs!!

[cannellee]

haii!! it’s 🍓 again! i wanted to request bonten mikey finding his old omega crush (back from his toman days) suffering and dirty on the streets because she’s homeless ☹ and his alpha instincts kick in. he just wants to take her home with him… he can’t have you, his sweet omega though never official yet, suffering like this!

BTW JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU AGAIN HOW MUCH OF AN AMAZING WRITER YOU ARE!! love you lots ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა  mwah

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ bonten! alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey finds his teenage crush on the streets and rescues her

note : thanks a lot 🍓anon, you're the sweetest!! ily sm and I hope you'll like it🫶

note 2 : I'm trying to write more dialogue! it's one thing I'm reeeaally not confident about so I'm trying to fix that!

MY MASTERLIST: ★

mikey had never been a man who chased after love. the idea of needing someone, of leaning on another... it felt foreign and almost weak. he’d spent years alone, his heart shielded behind walls that were built from the pain he received and power he acquired. but he was fine with that.

in fact, mikey wasn’t a man who believed in soft things. not in feelings, not in attachments and definitly not in needing someone. his world had always been about strength, survival, and control.

but there had been a time, a short moment when he knew something else, something sweeter, something kind. something he buried deep inside and tried to forget.

and she was that something.

back when they were younger, before the blood, the fights, and before the world tore them apart, she was his omega. she wasn't official, none of them ever said anything about it, never categorising their relationship out loud as it was too precious to be put in a box.

but the way she moved, the way she smelled, it was once all his for a while. he silently owned this soft and gentle presence, balancing out the chaos in his life. a presence that made him feel loved and at peace.

but he never tried to change things between them. it was comfortable the way it was. and even though he wanted more, he never had the courage to keep her by his side.

he remembered how she had looked up to him when they were young, how her delicate hands trembled whenever they touched, how her voice softened just for him. he had always been her protector, her support. driven by an alpha’s instinct to guard and hold, he was fierce and reliable.

so when he saw her now, shivering on the cracked pavement, ragged clothes hanging off her, eyes wide and unblinking, he wondered when it all went wrong.

how did life messed you up this bad ?

you looked so small, so painfully vulnerable.

the omega he had once held so carefully, who had needed him then, was still there, but different, tortured by time and a life way too harsh for her. your skin was smudged with dirt, your hair tangled. and yet despite everything, you were still impossibly beautiful in that quiet way omegas are : soft, pure like something that was made to be protected.

really, what happened ?

you were kind, sweet. you used to bring him snacks without asking. used to smile when he didn’t even deserve it, and talked to him like he was human, not something awful and scary. and he never said it out loud, but you made the world bearable for a little while.

and now this?

now you looked like you hadn't been hugged in years.

your scent, his favorite scent, was numbed by the cold, exhaustion, and whatever pain you've had to go through in order to survive. and it didn’t suit you, none of this did in his eyes.

you were supposed to end up with some decent alpha. some guy who took care of your needs without you having to ask. who cooked your favorite meals and kept you warm and never, ever let you fall this far.

not like this. not here. and definitely not all alone.

mikey’s jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fists were already curled at his sides, twitching with guilt as he watched his highschool sweetheart he had abandoned a few years ago, so sure his presence in her life would've only resulted in misery.

so where was the world that was supposed to treat you gently? and where was the life you deserved?

you, who should’ve had a quiet home and soft blankets and someone to press kisses into your neck just to calm your nerves. you, who should’ve been spoiled and cared for, never left in the dirt like a stray.

and he hated it. hated that no one had done that for you. hated that he’d let you go. that he thought keeping things as they were would be enough. and regretted that he hadn’t stepped in when he had the chance. regretted that he convinced himself it was better to keep you at arm’s length, telling himself it was safer, easier, that nothing had to change. you were always there, soft and kind and good to him, and he’d thought that would always be enough.

but it wasn’t, and he knew that now. because you looked at him like he was all you had left. and maybe that was the case. especially in your state.

but he wasn’t the soft alpha you used to sit next to on rooftops. nor was he the tired but gentle boy you’d offer snacks to during long school days. that side of him died with everything else after you parted ways.

the man standing over you now, all dressed in black and dirty money, wasn’t warm. and he wasn’t gentle. his hands weren’t clean anymore.

and yet, even like this, your eyes still found something positive in him. mikey could see that you clung to the past version of him, that you still trusted him.

you didn’t flinch when he crouched down in front of you and you didn’t look away when he stared into your face with those once familiar eyes, now dark and unreadable.

you just blinked slowly, lips slightly parted and throat swallowing thickly as if you wanted to say something, but didn’t have the strength to.

and how he hated how small your voice sounded when you finally did speak. “…mikey?”. his jaw twitched, his hands curled into fists against his knees.

he knew you were cold, he could feel it even from here. the wind was sharp and he was absolutely sure that thin sweater of yours didnt shield anything. and yet, you didn’t even try to pull it tighter, as if you were too tired to fight back.

“who did this to you?” he asked quietly, his chest tightening.

you didn’t answer him. you just looked away, shame clouding your expression. and that pissed him off more than anything.

you, his sweet little omega, the girl who used to fuss over his injuries and light candles in her room when he looked too tired, you thought this was your fault?

“stand up,” he said simply.

you went to protest, but he beat you to it, interrupting you and repeating himself.

“I said, get up.”

you flinched. once again, your first instinct was to argue, to tell him no, that he didn’t have to bother, that you weren’t worth the trouble.

you didn’t even look like a person anymore, let alone an omega. your clothes were ruined, your scent unbalanced, your skin dull and bruised in places you didn’t even remember getting hurt. and he looked like the embodiment of power, like the kind of alpha who controlled entire empires.

that's why you felt disgusting next to him.

“I—I can’t.” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, weak and tired. “look at me…”

he did, and that was the problem. he was still looking at you, like none of it mattered. like he still saw you under all that filth, and that only made the shame even more unbearable.

you looked away, hugging yourself, small hands grabbing your own arms. “you shouldn’t see me like this,” you mumbled, voice shaking.

mikey didn’t move for a moment. but quietly replied, voice trying hard to be soft and reassuring. “don’t say that.”

his voice had shifted, it was deeper and lower. his scent was also firmer now, filling the cold street with that unmistakable alpha presence, strong and commanding. but it wasn't suffocating, instead, it helped ground you, made you feel a little bit more at ease.

“I don’t care what you look like,” he said, stepping in close, until his shadow covered your smaller form. “you’re not staying here. not another second.”

you shook your head, voice breaking with something between panic and humiliation, once again trying to protest, in vain, because mikey wasn't letting you out there, he wasn't going to just walk away. not this time.

he took off his coat and wrapped it around you before you could even realise it. you smelled like dirt, like the streets, like everything you should never have had to endure, and still, beneath it, that soft omega scent was there, faint but distinct. soft and sweet, just like he remembered.

it was his. always been. he had always felt more possessive upon smelling your pheromones, felt like it was his duty to look after you. and so he did what he didn't do before.

you looked up at him, shocked as he hooked an arm under your knees and lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your fingers grabbed his shirt automatically.

you tried to pull your face away from his chest, eyes avoiding his face. “mikey, don’t—just, put me down. this is... this is too much.”

he didn’t even slow down. “you can barely stand.”

“I’m fine.” you answered, although you perfectly knew the hunger had gotten to you and that you wouldn't have been able to take a single step yourself before falling down. and mikey knew it.

“no, you’re not.”

his tone was blunt, not harsh, but it was not open for debate either. and somehow, that steadiness calmed you more than any gentle reassurance could have. mikey wasn’t soft, not anymore, not like back then. but he was constant, reliable and he meant what he said.

he was silent the entire walk to the car. a black vehicle parked on a corner, the engine was still running, clearly waiting for him. the driver didn’t even blink at the sight of mikey carrying a clearly weakened omega in his arms. maybe he was used to it, or maybe he just knew better than to ask.

mikey placed you inside gently, as if you’d break at any sudden mouvement. he pulled the seatbelt over your chest and clicked it in. his hand lingered for a moment at your side, before pulling away slowly, like it took everything in him to leave your side for a bit.

he then got in on the other side and shut the door. the silence in the car was thick.

your voice was small when you whispered, “you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he cut in flatly. “you think I’m going to leave you out there? after what you’ve been through?”

you looked down at your hands resting on your lap, trying not to let your scent increase with the embarrassment and anxiety rolling off you.

but mikey noticed, of course he did. mikey was sharp and all his senses had been focused on your whole being since he first saw you tonight.

he leaned back in the seat, turning his head just slightly to look at you. “you’re not a burden.” he said, wanting to reassure you and appease your mind.

you didn't answer, playing with your fingers nervously.

“I should’ve kept you close,” he added after a while and the silence that followed was heavy.

“but you didn’t,” you whispered, and you didn’t even mean it to sound bitter when you did. it was just... true.

“no. I didn’t.” his jaw twitched. he didn't blame you for saying the truth. he really regretted his actions.

“I thought leaving things how they were would protect you,” he said, almost in an attempt to reassure himself more than you. “thought if I kept my distance, didn’t drag you into anything… you’d get the life you deserved.”

he glanced at you then, with a gaze too sharp and dark to be meant for you. “and now look at what they did to you.”

“you were supposed to be safe. with someone good, in a warm house, with food, with someone who gave you what you needed. not—” he interrupted himself, clenching his hands in his lap. “not this.”

you couldn’t even look at him. you felt way too exposed, ashamed and disappointed at yourself for failing your life so miserably and ending up in this situation. you were not where you were supposed to be : next to a loving husband that could've given you the life any omega like you craved for.

mikey didn't take his eyes off you. he reached out to you again, slower this time, brushing your wrist with his fingers, carefully. “you're coming with me. I promise I’ll fix this.”

and although you still felt undeserving, still felt like you should be ashamed to accept it, you didn’t pull away, accepting his bigger hand into yours, enjoying the touch that once brought you comfort.

there was no way you could pull away. not when his scent enveloped your body like a warm blanket, making you feel the safest you've ever did in what felt like ages.

you wanted to trust mikey once again, wanted to believe he would make things alright again, that you wouldn't have to worry anymore. that he'd take care of you the way you dreamed he would've done a few years ago, when everything still felt beautiful and promising.

because you were sure now that, if no one else could protect you, he would.

[anglbunny]

lemme take care of you ♡ Sanzu haruchiyo

cw: suggestive, Angst, Toxic, NSFW, Drug Mentions

𐚁﹕𐚁

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

You stepped in and froze the second you saw him—Sanzu, slumped on the couch like a ragdoll, skin pale, hair a sweaty mess stuck to his forehead. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and his chest barely rose and fell with each slow breath. On the coffee table: pills, spilled like confetti, empty blister packs, crushed dust, a half-empty bottle of something that burned your nose just standing near it.

Your throat closed.

“What the fuck is this?” you snapped, storming toward him, heart pounding. “Sanzu—what the hell are you on?”

He didn’t flinch. Just blinked at you, lids heavy, a crooked grin curling on his lips.

“Iunno…” he mumbled lazily. “Took whatever I found.”

Your jaw clenched, tears stinging your eyes.

“Jesus—are you trying to die?!” you shouted, voice cracking. “You disappear for days, come home like this, and you think it’s funny?”

He groaned loudly, long and drawn out, pressing a palm to his forehead. “God, you’re so loud.”

You stared at him, trembling, every emotion bubbling up and threatening to spill. Your voice dropped, shaky, desperate.

“All we do is fuck and fight now, Sanzu. You don’t even talk to me anymore. You come home high or not at all, and I just… I wait. I wait and wait and hope the real you comes back, but—”

Your voice broke.

“Where the fuck did he go?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached for you. His hand grabbed your wrist—cold, limp, but insistent—and pulled you onto his lap, slow and lazy like he was underwater. You stumbled, landing on him hard, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head fell against your chest.

And then—his mouth found yours.

The kiss was slow. Sloppy. Tasted like pills and whiskey and sadness. You tried to pull back, but he held you there, sighing into your lips like this was the only thing keeping him breathing.

“Shhh…” he whispered, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Don’t wanna hear you cry, baby girl.”

Your heart cracked.

“Sanzu…”

“I know,” he murmured, tongue dragging against your skin. “I’m a fuck-up. I know. But just… let me make you feel good right now, yeah? Don’t want you stressed…”

His hands slid up your shirt, slow but practiced, thumbs brushing over your ribs.

“Just let me take care of you,” he rasped, voice low and thick with heat. “Want you to forget everything for a bit—just feel me. Nothing else. No talking. No crying. Just my cock inside you.”

You gasped as he rutted up against you, hard beneath the sweatpants, his breath stuttering. His hand slipped into your waistband, fingers rubbing circles into your heat, and your body betrayed you—hips jerking, tears spilling as you whimpered.

“You want it,” he whispered darkly. “Even when you’re mad. Even when you hate me. You always fucking want it.”

You nodded. Weak. Needy. Broken.

And he smiled—feral and sweet.

“Good girl.”

He pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers in, slow and deep, the other hand cupping your face like he was worshipping you, even if his eyes were glazed, lost.

“I’ll fuck the pain out of you,” he promised, lips against your neck. “And when you’re crying again, it’ll be from pleasure.”

And you let him.

Because loving Sanzu meant taking whatever version of him came home.

TL: @bontenxo @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt

A/n: I FINALLYYY got a tokyo rev post out

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[nyapawr]

his pink fat-girthy cock was all you could think of right now. He was fucking you roughly, face down-ass up. Rindou did not care if you were tired, his main goal was to fill you up, to breed you.

"ngh fuckkkk....." you begin to drool because of how good he was pounding into you. He placed his right hand onto your ass, squeezing it harshly causing you to squirt a bit. "y'like that babyy hmm?" he smirks as he slaps your ass causing you to roll your eyes back.

He stops causing you to complain. " why'd you stoppp! i wan'more daddyy....." you whine and pout softly as tears start to form. He scoffs as he looks at you, smirking. All of a sudden he harshly thrusts into you.

He leans next to your ear and whispers "i'm going to fill you up, slut ♡~"

[nymphaliia]

𐙚 TOKYO REVENGERS SMUT

୨୧ sanzu x police officer!reader

— you need to arrest sanzu, but you're alone and he thinks you'd be so much prettier beneath him, so he takes it upon himself to remind you of your place.

cw : noncon, gun play (not really), threats, public sex, blowjob, cum swallow, humiliation, slight spitting

my masterlist : ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

your job was tough. you knew that when you signed up so you didn't have any right to complain. but there were nights like this which were radically harder than others.

you were patrolling on your assigned neighborhood on your own. it wouldn't be effective to have you there without any help, but your police station was running short of workforce so it left you with no choice.

and you regretted deeply to have come here tonight when your boss had suggested you join another group in a less secluded area. but, you wanted to assure the safety of the inhabitants, as you've been warned repeatedly of the growing activity of various gangs here.

regardless, when you think about it, it was careless and stupid of you to think you could've managed any issues alone if one had to happen.

this overconfident thought process of yours is what led you to your current situation, a gun pointed at your head. your gun.

"what's wrong, weren't you about to arrest me?", you tried to think cleverly, hands raised in a surrender motion in hopes he wouldn't shoot just for fun.

"listen, I'm only doing my job. you need to surrender yourself to the police, my colleagues have been notified, they'll be there soon. it's in your interest to stop protesting" the man seemed insanely high, pupils dilated all the way and an eccentric speech you often found with drug addicts.

you had to gain time and act extra careful with him. the way he handled your gun showed you he wasn't a novice and knew what he was doing. shooting you would have been the least exciting highlight of his day.

"you talk a lot for a little bitch like you. your mouth doesn't need all those big words" you watched as he glared at you, getting annoyed at your 'bratty' act and thinking of a way to entertain himself.

"you're quite reckless even though I'm holding you at gunpoint" he stated lazily. you eyed him carefully, choosing not to say anything for fear of upsetting him further.

"do you value your life ? because I'm thinking of a few ways you could try and save your life" he laughed lightly, a playful expression finally making his way to his face.

you gulped as you watched him start to caress his member through his pants and you noticed with dread that the man was hard. a little wet spot had appeared and you could only pray he wouldn't make you do what you thought he would.

but of course, he was the one in charge. you had been dumb enough to let this drug addict stole it from you and now you were paying the price. you judged your options, not knowing what he would do to you and how far he was able to take it. you prepared yourself for any demand.

"get on your knees and show me how much you want to live. or would you like to test how long it'll take for your other friends to get there?", he agitated the gun in front of your head, clearly indicating what was about to become of you if you tried to play it smart.

you could resist, but he seemed way too determined at making you obey. you knew he'd force you physically if you didn't follow his words.

you shuddered at the thought of your coworkers stumbling upon you, watching with disgust and horror their sweetest colleague in such a shameful position.

so you went along, swallowing your pride and slowly sinking to your knees. you felt humiliated and wronged, knowing you'll get no mercy from the man in front of you. you were either gonna suck him off or die on the spot. your choice was done.

you grew more anxious as you watched him unzip his pants, taking his hard dick out and presenting it to you. the tip fell on your lips and you had a recoil, lucidity preventing you from remaining emotionless.

"come on princess, work for your life", he was mocking you and you had no choice but to stay silent, slowly parting your lips when he forced his dick inside.

watching you glaring up at him with a face cutely deformed by his length made him laugh at you, condescending eyes looking down at you.

"aah yes, you're definitely prettier when you shut the fuck up. acting all big and mighty just doesn't suit an airhead like you baby"

you wanted to cuss him out, regretting how stupid you had been for complying to his words in exchange for your life. at least you would've died properly during your shift like any proper cop.

but here you were, on your knees for the criminal you were supposed to arrest. you were such a failure, if your police station learned about that, you could bet your life was over for real this time.

"you better hurry up and make me cum, wouldn't want them to find out their colleague is just a dumb slut who opens her mouth wide for any criminal to cum into, right?" he presses the gun deeper into your forehead, eyes questioning if you have any fighting spirit left in you with a raised brow. he smirks when he finally feels you start to move, your movements are clumsy but it draws a few loud moans from him, obviously not caring at all about the possible passers-by.

"fuck, getting your dick sucked by a cute little cop is the best. you're doing great baby, taking it like a champ'", he mocks, tangling his hand in your head and watching you gag as he pushes you deeper and deeper on his cock. your choke are stimulating him and he finds no sympathy in himself to give you a moment to breathe.

you turn light-headed, slapping his thighs in an attempt to ask him for oxygen and he just laughs.

"poor princess, do you need someth- aah almost there, that's right keep sucking me like that" he swiftly puts your gun in his back pocket to allow him to use your head easier. that's how harmless you seem to him, he doesn't even need a gun to make you submit and it hurts your pride even more.

he now grabs two handful of your hair, scalp burning in his hands, before he slides you along his shaft quicker.

he throws his head back, enjoying the unholy sounds you make along with the sweet pleasure your abused throat offers him.

you find little relief in knowing you're alone there. at least your reputation won't be too dirtied... but of course, it wouldn't be funny if that's how things went?

"y/n ?! where are you, we've received your localisation" you freeze. you recognise that voice as your colleague, a nice guy with whom you spend most of your shift with. expect for tonight.

you look up at the man above you, fearing the glint of malice in his eyes.

"they came to look for you, how sweet. do you want me to call them over to tell them you're alright baby?" he roughly removes you from his dick, allowing you to pant for air. you would've crumbled at his feet if not for the way his hand was solidly attached to your hair. it hurt and you were scared to be discovered.

you hurriedly pleaded him with multiple shakes of your head, eyes wide and looking up at him with dread.

sanzu felt like he had won, smiling satisfyingly upon witnessing how undone you looked. just a bit of manhandling, threats and having your mouth fucked was enough to turn you into a submissive cum slut? what a treat.

he was glad he decided to go pay a visit to one of his client tonight.

"damn, her car is here but she's nowhere to be found. hope she's alright, there's a lot of gang stuff going on in this place" you listen as the voices come and go, internally praying for them to leave as soon as possible and search for you somewhere else.

you were too lost in your fear that you let out a loud chocking sound when he shoved his dick again in your warm mouth, growing tired of listening to the shouting of your name. and he stayed there again, unmoving, wearing your mouth like a socket.

you tried to throw a look behind you. you could hear them but couldn't see anything as he had your back turned on the road. even though you were hidden in a dark alley, you knew sanzu could see them clearly and you could only hate the way his smile widened at your distress.

"hey be careful, you don't want them to find you if your being too loud, do you?" and with that he started pounding into your head again.

he enjoyed the way your face looked a mess, with saliva dripping down your chin and chest, knees bruised at how long you've been on the ground and how your mascara was dirtying your cheeks. it felt so good to corrupt a cute little cop like you.

he felt your throat tightening upon hearing footsteps getting closer. he knew you were scared but it only pushed him to wreck you even more.

"oh- yes that's the spot. if you keep doing that I might just nut on the spot, are you sure you're doing the right job? might as well just become a whore..."

and he finally felt it, happy to do it in your pretty mouth.

he gripped your hair tighter, coming in your mouth with low grunts. you chocked around him, helping him finish quicker. you felt the warm liquid spurting inside and you had no choice but to swallow as he wouldn't let you go until he was sure you had tasted him fully.

"fuck, that felt so good princess. I love coming into an obedient slut's mouth, always the best" he patted the top of your hair dreamily, his lips stretched into a content smile while he kept his dick inside your mouth, waiting for the high to dissolve a little.

when he finally released you, he let his dick go in a pop, letting it rest on top of your panting head, the saliva and rest of cum coating his shaft fell on your head in drops but you were too exhausted and defeated to do anything.

sanzu felt satisfied with how things turned out today and chose to leave without any regrets. he promised himself he would pay you a little visit too when he felt like it and he jokingly kissed your cheek, thanking you for your hard work.

he cleaned his member by smearing it on your face before putting it back in his pants. he threw your gun back right in front of you "I think that's yours, you can keep it baby" and with a final spit on your face, which you received with no resistance, he finally left, unapologetic and a ting of mockery in his tone "I'm sure you'll be able to keep that secret between the two of us, right princess?"

what an asshole.

you took a moment to gather yourself, messily clearing your face up with your shirt, trying your best to look presentable.

you felt ashamed of yourself for having helped this asshole to cum. you spat all you could to try and get rid of the foul taste but to no avail.

you were at least glad he wasn't here to witness your little reunion with the people you worked with for years. you know he would've laughed at you.

you dusted your knees as you stood up, stumbling on your feet which had grown weak during the past minutes. you tried to think of a good excuse to justify your lack of response and finally made yourself known to your coworkers.

"y/n, here you are! we thought something bad happened to you- wait are you okay, you look really... tired?"

[cheesus-doodles]

Going Home: Chapter 5

Yandere Platonic Toman + Time Leaper Darling

Masterlist

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Going Home: Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

happy thanksgiving! sorry I fell off the earth for a while, died and the immigration queue back from hell took forever, read: took an unexpected hiatus from burnout :'(

Draken stood face to face with Baji, abyss eyes gazing back blankly at the other’s. Panting heavily despite the short distance covered by them both - Draken knew Baji’s shop was just a few streets away from here - their heavy breaths the only sound that echoed down empty residential streets. 

A fucking time leaper. 

Of all the bloody things in the world. 

The thumping of his heart in his ears was hard and furious as Draken turned the information over and over in his head, again and again. It had to be true, what you told his past self. Everything lined up too well for it to not be: your sudden disappearances twelve years ago, your perpetual state of absence from their world, their inability to find even a lick of evidence that you existed somewhere out there save for those old pictures they had pinched from your house. You had simply been lost to the flow of time, drifting in and out of their timeline by some unknown means.

It was a blessing of rain on their gasping earth, this new information, no matter how big of a headache he had getting a blast of memories straight to the brain - you weren’t dead. You hadn’t left this earth, left them. There was still a chance to get you back, to make things right.

Far above his head, the flicker of a streetlight broke the stillness of the thick air, the tick of a clock inside a darkened shop indicating the seconds slipping by with every heaving breath Draken took. It was far too late on a weekday night to be awake in any other circumstance: there was work and school to attend to tomorrow, and the apartments towering above were dark and silent, its residents long asleep. Yet no matter how insignificant their struggles seemed in the face of the world that continued to turn - you were after all just another missing person among thousands of others - here they were, two former delinquents once known and feared for their might gathered like devout cultists. And for any unfortunate soul who might happen to look upon them, Draken mused, they could pass off as some sort of cultist, or madmen even - Baji wasn’t even wearing a shirt for fucks’ sake. The First Division Captain must have been asleep when the memories were cannonballed straight into his head, and had grabbed his apron out of instinct instead of a shirt. He, on the other hand, was at least clad in his working overalls, the wrench he had taken to a customer’s bike ten minutes ago still clutched in hand.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Draken forced himself to focus. There were more urgent questions that needed an answer over him dwelling on the could-bes. Like why now? Why the sudden recollection, an uncontrolled flare of memories that he didn’t previously have? Did something change, perhaps linked to you and your particular situation, that triggered these new memories in not only him but in Baji as well? 

His mind instantly jumped back to four nights ago, when Takemichi had muscled his way back into his life unannounced, those flabby lips boldly asking after you and your whereabouts as if he had any right to do so. Sure, he had thought then that the questions being asked were strange and out of place, off-putting even, but now that he had the time to think and turn the meeting over, now more than ever, the former Toman Vice Captain was sure it couldn’t be a mere coincidence. It wasn’t possible. 

Could it be that Takemichi knew about the new memories? Scratch that, did that scrawny little bastard know about you and your time leaping? Had the two of you met before without the Toman founders’ knowledge? And who was that other man that had been with Takemichi?

Baji’s train of thoughts, however, seemed to have gone down a slightly different path. “So that means that omamori - it didn’t work?” The pet shop owner’s almost panicked question broke Draken out from his pondering. “Did you lose it?”

Almost instinctively, Draken’s hand went to his neck, though the purple and gold charm hadn’t hung there in years. Where had that gone? Try as he might, his mind was blank, the bike-loving mechanic struggling to even recall the last time he had seen the small embroidered cloth. What happened to the omamori in the past twelve years? Had it been misplaced somewhere along the way? He hadn’t thought about it much, not since you went missing all those years ago. But how could he have just simply forgotten about something as important as that? Something that was so inherently…you? You had always been the one to bear the charm, a symbol of the place you once held at the center of Toman, a symbol of the protection its delinquent founders afforded you.

Either way, wherever the omamori had gone now, he was sure that right before you were lost to time - “I had it,” Draken mumbled. “I’m sure I had it with me when she went missing. The memory, I just got that.”

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The former First Division Captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang has had a long day. A long, tiring, annoying day. Running a pet shop while working towards his vet license was far from the easiest thing, and Baji had used up most of his energy between stopping himself from letting his notoriously short temper loose on several irritating customers who didn’t know how close they came to meeting the business end of his fists, and attempting to understand the absolutely convoluted material he needed to learn for one of many classes. So when he had finally tumbled into bed at the end of the day, exhausted and ready for the welcome of sleep, the last thing he expected was to have what felt like an ice pick to his head - a sudden blast of memories and recollections that the man couldn’t control, that he didn’t have before, that ached and burned as they bombarded his mind, settling between existing memories as if they had always been there.

It gave him a serious headache that no amount of ice could get rid off - which sucked a ton, of course - but even through the gnawing throb, it gave him a renewed sense of hope that Baji clung to like a drowning man to a life buoy. You weren’t dead. No, you were very, very much alive, even now while you were still lost to the grasp of time. The main question was why? Why were you still missing? They had it all figured out twelve years ago. Your disappearance was supposed to have been solved.

Baji’s hands moved to grab Draken by the front of his shirt, shaking the other man vigorously. “If you had it, then she shouldn’t be here,” the black-haired man snarled, his fists tightening around the rough material of the overalls. “She wouldn’t have gone missing twelve years ago.”

“There must be more to it then,” the man in the overalls muttered under his breath, one hand coming up to grasp his chin . “Maybe it’s not just the omamori.”

Something beyond the charm?

Yellow eyes scanned the surroundings as he contemplated the recent revelations. The alley where the two of them now stood held many bitter memories, given it was where you had disappeared from the first time, though the large grass patch a stone’s throw away wasn’t any more reassuring. It was where your school once stood, where he recalled picking you up from countless times from the curb, his loud motorbike drawing stares and shudders alike, where the Toman founders once regular gathered to dish out beatings to your schoolmates for their insolence towards you, where your life had revolved around. 

The building was long gone, burnt down in an act of arson that the police declined to investigate, with the rumor mills pointed at organized crime - and this man could guess exactly which one. The black-haired former delinquent hesitated, before speaking again. “But what else? Intention?”

Draken brushed his questions off, those abyss eyes focusing. “This isn’t the time to figure this out, Baji. The new memories; it has to be because she time leapt again, which means -”

“She’s here.” Baji’s mind raced with the implications, his entire mind feeling as if it was on fire - once sleepy and exhausted from the day’s work but now running at full speed. That memory of you comforting the Toman founders after your return, telling them that you were a time leaper. You were alive for now, though it would be hard to say how long that would last - if you had truly time leapt and were now here, in their future, then the pet shop owner had yet to see head or toe of you. “The first time she went missing, where could she have gone?” 

What was it that made you so reluctant to tell your friends what happened in the future?

Something seemed to click into place in Draken's brain, the growing horror on his face telling Baji everything he needed to know about the resolved puzzle. “Mikey.” 

The sole name was uttered like the arriving finale of an apocalypse. 

It made sense. You would do that - you would, if it was Mikey. If it was any of your beloved friends.

The two of them make a break for it as if on cue, sprinting towards the same destination with a wordless agreement; your house, Baji knew as he willed himself to go faster. It was where he was sure you would go if you were really here. 

If you died here, in their future, would that also mean that you would also die back in the past where you came from? Would he never see you again? Your warm smile and loving hugs flashed through Baji’s mind, and he bit his tongue. No, that wasn’t a thought he was even going to entertain. Nothing close to that would even be the slightest bit acceptable. They were going to find you, and they were going to make sure you got home. Safely.

“How long has it been? Since the memories?”

“15 minutes.”

There was no response from Draken this time, though both men’s strides hastened, flying across the concrete as they rounded the corner almost at the same time, nearly crashing into each other, their curses flying free from their lips and into the night sky. There were a lot of things they needed to ask you, but now the most important thing was that they needed to get to you, before Mikey’s fingers could close around you.

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“Do you think she’s some sort of time traveler?”

Kakucho startled, blinking as he turned away from watching the familiar sights and sounds of Tokyo rushing by outside of the limousine. “Pardon?”

The ride from Bonten HQ had been completely silent up till now, the whirl of the air-conditioning combined with the light patter of rain having been just loud enough to cover the sound of the two men breathing. It was tense, and though that usually would be the right way to describe being in any sort of confined space with Sanzu, this time was different. 

Despite the former Tenjiku member being one of two people who had what could be counted as a decent relationship with the other’s maniacal state, there was something about this rational pink-haired man that sent a shiver running down Kakucho’s spine. Sure, the usually rabid, drugged-up Sanzu had always been unpredictable when it came to his next move or even his next thought, but this version of Bonten’s second in command with forced mental clarity was downright dangerous; he had a singular goal to achieve, and it was Mikey’s survival. At any expense.

Said man didn’t move, continuing to simply gaze out of the car with an uncharacteristic calmness, alert half-lidded green eyes lifting momentarily to glance at Kakucho through the reflection in the tinted window glass. “Do you think she’s a time traveler?” He repeated. 

Kakucho almost laughed out loud, though it was years of discipline and control over his expression that stopped his facial muscles from even twitching. He would have let the chuckle stuck in his throat loose if it was anyone else that occupied the far end of the car, if there was the slightest possibility that Sanzu had been joking around. But there was no humor in the other’s tone, nothing that would indicate the question wasn’t genuine, nor was Mikey’s right-hand man the only one to have this particular idea. 

Leaning back into his seat, his arms folding across his chest, Kakucho himself recalled having a similar train of thought the first time he had stumbled into your room and his eye was met with your trembling pair. “I believe she would be a good candidate for one,” the Bonten Number Three carefully answered, every word painstakingly picked, all the while making sure to keep his sole working eye trained on Sanzu. “If there is any possibility that time traveling exists.”

Sanzu tsked, clearly annoyed at Kakucho’s indirect answer. Perhaps he was looking for a more yes or no answer? “She looks exactly the same from back when Toman was around,” the pink-haired man mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for the black-haired man to catch.

The car once more fell into a tense silence as the two men sat and stewed in their own thoughts, the lights of the world outside flashing by uncaringly. Kakucho turned his focus once more to the phone clutched in his hand, absentmindedly scrolling through the updates back from headquarters that constantly lit up his screen, his face as stoic as it always was - without a doubt in his mind, the real you had been a clear one-to-one match to your picture from twelve years ago Mikey had provided. You looked too young to have been missing for so many years. 

This whole situation all sounded too much like a sick joke that someone out there was playing with them and their very lives, but the sinking feeling in his gut told Kakucho everything he needed to know; there was no way that this was the end just yet.

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By the time the sleek black limousine pulled up along your street, the minutes the ride had taken from Bonten Headquarters to your street felt more like hours. The rain had now become heavier, fat droplets falling from the night sky pelting everything and anything below, the moon and stars that usually twinkled in the dark of space obscured by storm clouds rolling past overhead. The air was thick, humid, and weighty with every breath.

It was one of those rare times that Kakucho could genuinely claim that he was nervous, the pound of his heart in his chest hard enough that he could almost hear it echoing in the car even if expression remained as impassive as it always have been. 

The only other time your house alarm had been tripped, yes it was indeed you who he had found. And even this time, he had the constant confirmation back from headquarters that it was someone who managed your general statue that was loitering around the vicinity of what used to be your home, but the what-ifs continued to plague Kakucho. What if it was all a mere coincidence, and he and Sanzu find someone else instead; a burglar, maybe an unsuspecting passerby taking shelter? What if it was you, but by the time they arrived you were already gone? What if someone else got to you first? 

Kakucho shook his head, attempting to pull his full focus back to reality as the car rolled to a full stop outside the all-too familiar house, the two men preparing to leave. There was little point in entertaining such anxiety driven thoughts. They will find out soon enough whether you were truly back. 

As soon as the door on his end swung open, the unease instantly drained away from the black-haired man - there you were. Seated on the steps of the front porch of your house, you were truly a sight for sore eyes amidst the pouring rain, the brightly colored pajamas that you wore making you stick out against the backdrop of your unlit house. You must have been asleep before you were…pulled (from where, Kakucho would make no assumptions at this current point in time), no surprise given the time of night.

You gave them a small wave as two umbrellas sprouted up from the car door like mushrooms, a moving refuge from the anger of the heavers; your gaze following them as the two men strolled up the street, letting themselves in through the small gate at front of your house. “Hello again,” you greeted cheerfully as you stood, pausing momentarily to dust the back of your pants off. “Kakucho-san, Sanzu-san.” 

Kakucho nodded in acknowledgement, his sole red eye glancing cautiously around the neighborhood. It was dead silent, the row of bland gray houses that stretched as far he could see all dark and unlit, though to the seasoned yakuza, the calmness was far from reassuring, the dark of night only equating to more places for potential threats to find. It was dangerous to have you out in the open like that, especially with your association with Bonten. “Why aren’t you waiting inside for us?” 

You shrugged. “I didn’t have my keys on me this time,” you answered honestly.

Sanzu’s scarred lips pulled downwards in clear disapproval of your decision, the pink-haired man turning back towards the waiting limousine, not waiting to see if you followed, his umbrella bobbing slightly with each stride. “This way.”

Time traveler, the two words echoed again in Kakucho’s head as he patiently waited for you, watching as you hopped the last few steps to take shelter under his umbrella as he walked you out to the car, your comparatively juvenile face turning to beam up at him. If there was any doubt before, he was more certain of it than not. There was simply no way you weren’t a time leaper.

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Sanzu couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at your lack of awareness. Hell, his sheer hatred of you had been draining away with every new forceful injection of memories, and the former Toman delinquent could hardly recall why he resented you so much to begin with at this point. Those voices that had been nagging at the back of his mind for the past fourteen years seemingly having been silenced for good; then again, it could also just be him weaning off the cocktail of drugs he had religiously been on. Who knows? You had always been a good egg as far as he could remember, a kind soul to whoever you met whether or not Mikey and the other less-important founders approved. Had it just been mere jealousy over the closeness you shared with his king that had driven him to that extreme? 

The pink-haired man rubbed at his temples, the most recent blast of new memories straight into his brain having given him a splitting headache, the aftereffects still radiating from the back of his head. The rain pounding away on his umbrella and everywhere in general wasn’t helping either. Perhaps it was because the last round he had been unconscious after being shot while high on drugs, cause he didn’t remember the experience being this painful or defined previously. 

But more importantly, with every new wave, he was now as certain as he is that the path to hell is hot that one, the omamori from the founding of the Toman gang - the purple and gold one that he had seen you carry twelve years ago as a testament to your favor from Mikey - had something to do with your disappearance twelve years ago. And two: you were definitely some sort of time traveler. If not, the new memories he got of you from the past just wouldn’t make sense, why would you be attempting to apologize for nothing? You had to be apologizing for getting him in trouble with Mikey (after he attempted to strangle you to death, that is, but that was a small detail).

Thunder rumbled in the distance, a clear sign of displeasure from the heavens on Sanzu’s heretic thoughts - time leaping, of all possible things. He was never going to live it down if he was wrong, the Haitani brothers would make sure of that. But then again, didn’t Rindou also say that he got those new memories? 

The heavy rain continued to pour relentlessly, dampening the scar-lipped man’s mood further as he tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for Kakucho and you to catch up. Honestly, could you be any slower?

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It was the sudden sound of pounding in the distance that first caught his ear, a faint thumping that stood out from the otherwise rhythmic rain pelting down to earth; a sound that Sanzu identified as running. You were about halfway to the limo now, and the Bonten second-in-command willed you to move faster. If it had been any other time, it wouldn’t be such a red flag. But this was a residential estate, in the middle of the night.

No sane person would be running at this time.

A suspicious glance around by clear green eyes yielded nothing at first, the drumming of feet was certainly still there amidst the rain, but the coast was clear as of now, and the mafioso opted to stay on high alert. Years of delinquency followed by a descent into the yakuza world had taught Sanzu not to let his guard down easily, and he signaled to Kakucho, urging him to hurry you up, a telltale tingle running down his spine. 

He didn’t like this one bit - they were exposed on the street, moving slowly with a precious payload. No good news. The faster all of them could get into the limousine and get out of this place, the better.

Those footsteps though, they just kept coming closer and closer, growing ever louder and stronger with every tick from his watch. 

And the next thing Sanzu knew, it was the screech of shoes turning a wet concrete corner way too fast, and then the awfully familiar and wholly unwelcomed silhouettes of Draken and Baji came screeching round the corner, their eyes instantly snapping first to you, and then moving to glance between him and Kakucho, their eyes widening simultaneously as it dawned on them what they were witnessing. Both plainly-colored mobs of long hair were obviously soaked even from this distance, the drenched clothes and lack of umbrellas that the former Toman founders were clad in telling the Bonten mafioso everything he needed to do now. 

They must have gotten the new memories as well. They must know now.

Fuck, what had happened in the past? How is it more and more people were getting the memories?

“Draken? Baji?” You wondered out loud, your voice tinted uncertainty as to whether who you saw speeding towards you were indeed the Toman founders you knew.

He glanced at them again, and then at the car. Godammit, their pace was picking up. Maybe if he had been a bit faster, a bit more insistent in herding you into the car. Maybe if he had just grabbed you and hurled you over his shoulder like potatoes. 

But it was too little too late. This wasn’t part of the plan. Sanzu couldn’t lose you to them now - not with Mikey’s life on the line.

“Fucking hell,” the man with the scarred lips swore, throwing aside his umbrella, his now freed hand reaching under his coat and pulling out his gun from its holster in one smooth move, flicking the safety off as he raised the weapon.

You, however, were faster. “No! Sanzu, don’t!” 

Throwing yourself straight at his gun with a panicked cry, said mafiaso had no choice other than to immediately lower his weapon to avoid your outstretched hands, the click of the safety switching back on lost in the pouring rain. Now that you were finally back with Bonten, the last thing Sanzu wanted to do was to be responsible for the death of his king by accidentally shooting you.

He turned to bark at the other Bonten member. “Cover me, Kakucho!”

Said man lept into action, withdrawing his firearm, aiming and firing off two shots at the ground in front of the charging Toman founder, forcing them to screech to a halt, though their quaking eyes remained fixed on you.

You screamed.

With a quick holster of his gun, Sanzu swung, his arm catching you around the middle, and you were shoved through the open car door into the backseat of the limousine, the purple-suited man quickly following suit.

The roar of anger from both Draken and Baji reverberated through the streets, their sheer fury palpable. “SANZU!” Draken bellowed. “LET HER GO!”

”I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU SANZU!” Baji thundered in unison, his mob of black hair whipping backwards amidst the equally ferocious rain.

Sanzu wasn’t going to wait around to find out. “’We’re leaving!” He barked at Kakucho, simultaneously giving the driver’s divide a few rapid pounds.

Keeping his gun raised, Kakucho retreated quickly, throwing himself through the open car door that slammed shut behind him. The car peeled off, leaving Draken and Baji standing on the curb right outside your house, staring at the car disappearing into the rainy mist.

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On the other end of the sleepy Tokyo metropolitan, the rain was equally relentless, a harsh howling wind rattling windows as it swept the fat raindrops inwards, drenching a miserable and already shivering Takemichi. The three more raps on Naoto’s front door were barely audible through the chaos that the sky was remaining down, though the former delinquent opted to resume his nervous pacing up and down along the apartment corridor, his furrowed brows and lost gaze accurately portraying the turmoil in his head. It had to be you, the twenty-six year old thought to himself as he wrung his hands in despair - that glimpse of a fleeting shadow he spotted near where your school once stood; it had to be. There was no doubt about it. 

Yet he didn’t have a single whiff of evidence to back his claim up, just that churning feeling in the pit of his gut. Takemichi let out a low groan, slumping against the tiled wall, the wet tiles making little difference to his already soggy clothes. At this point, what else could he do but only hope against hope that it was enough to convince the younger Tachibana?

So occupied in his turbulent thoughts that he missed the beige door - one of many identical ones that lined the entire hallway - creaking open, a familiar mob of black hair peering out. “Takemichi? What’re you doing here at this time?”

Takemichi turned robotically at the words before turning back to face the open air and pelting rain, before his messy brain did a double take and it registered who had spoken. The tears sprang forth before he could stop them. 

“Nao-Naoto!” The former delinquent wailed, barreling his way into the house and almost running the other man over before Naoto could reprimand him for his atrocious lack of respect for the neighbors. The apartment was as it always was, always had been in every timeline; plainly decorated, clean and neat, not that it mattered to a borderline hysterical Takemichi at the moment.

“I-I saw her, Naoto! N-near her school lot! I swear it was her!” He rambled, his hands clutching his shirt with a death grip, explosively energized from frayed nerves even as blown eyes glanced between the cupboard and Naoto. “You have to believe me!”

His head pounded. Naoto must believe him. He has to.

“....kemichi! Takemichi!”

His head flew left sharply, his ears ringing from the force. The stinging pain on his cheek only set in seconds later. But it finally broke Takemichi out from his meltdown, snapping him straight back to reality.

“I know she’s back! I got it, breathe,” Naoto directed the hyperventilating man to have a seat at the dining table before shuffling away, returning with two steaming mugs. ”Feeling better?”

Hand coming up to hesitatingly poke at the reddening and swelling cheek, the former delinquent throwing a dirty side-eye at the younger Tachibana sibling, though he was quick to drop his look when the other turned to face him. ”You didn’t have to hit me,” Takemichi muttered, before grumbling his begrudging thanks as he accepted the cup.

Naoto raised an eyebrow, taking the opposite seat. “You weren’t listening.”

“Okay, okay, fine. So you believe me?”

“I do,” the detective nodded. “And I have news for you. Bad news.” From a side drawer, he retrieved what seemed like a small piece of paper and slid it across the table to Takemichi. A photograph of some sorts. The image itself was blurry and hard to make out, as if it had been taken quickly, perhaps in passing or if the photographer had to hide after the snap..

Blue eyes squinted as Takemichi tried to interpret the picture, lifting it closer to his face. What was this even supposed to be? A white cat or something hiding among some large rocks? But those rectangular light sources could pass for a shop window? The photo was all but pressed against his nose before Naoto forcibly yanked Takemictchi’s hand back far enough to tap at the mob of white-hair. 

The former delinquent looked up at the other man. “This is…”

”Mikey,” Naoto said resolutely. “Bonten’s boss.”

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The air was still in the apartment as the former Toman member followed the detective’s pointing finger up to those black eyes, the storm outside lashing out against the windows and thunder booming in the distance filling the tense silence. It couldn’t be. That couldn’t be true, Takemichi tried to tell himself, a desperate chuckle slipping his lips as he waited for Naoto to break into a laugh. A smile. To say that he was joking, to name another person, another cruel entity that could possibly commit such heinous crimes. Anything.

Because it couldn’t be. Not the Mikey he knew. 

But even the quirk of his lips drained away when the Tachibana didn’t break the moody tension, his severe expression never wavering. Naoto meant it.

It was like a physical punch to his gut.

“Mikey?” Takemichi gasped out, barely able to catch his breath. The images of those tormented souls and their broken bodies that Naoto had shown him previously roared straight to the front of his mind once more, his face turning green from the mere memory. “It can’t be- Mikey wouldn’t-” Mikey wouldn’t do something like that, was what he wanted to say, the words dying on his lips as those blue eyes trembled with unshed tears.

The smoke from the tea wafted lazily through the air, the smell of green tea light and fragrant; a small relief from the heavy atmosphere that weighed down on his chest.

Yet Naoto pressed on, all but ignoring the stammered rebuttal; facts were unfortunately facts. He tapped the photo once more, and Takemichi’s eyes followed his finger to the small figure with their face turned upwards, almost completely hidden between the ring of black - the backs of bodyguards, his mind instinctively told him - and Mikey. “And that,” the detective said seriously. “Is who you’re looking for.”

Your name sprang instantly to the tip of Takemichi’s tongue, but he swallowed it back down on instinct alone before he could accidentally let it slip through his lips, lest one of the Toman founders hear of his transgressions through time. “The seventh Toman Founder,” he said, almost reverently. You were like a myth, a legend to all who made up Toman’s ranks, your mere name alone enough to send a shiver of fear down the spines of the black-clad boys. He still had never met nor seen you in person - and it all the more seemed to reinforce that legendary status. “This is her?”

Naoto nodded. “This was taken last week, about five days ago.” From the same side drawer, the police detective took out a case file, your school photo prominently pinned to the front.

Wait. The two photos, it wasn’t possible. “But she looks exactly the same…”

“Which means she is a time leaper,” Naoto confirmed. “Like you, Takemichi. There’s no doubt about it now.”  A pause, as the younger man let his words sink in, before he continued. “But the difference is that she’s not in her older body. She’s switching places completely.”

“Plus her time leaping is overriding mine. There’s no new timeline, not even after we saved Draken. Just new memories?”

“New memories, yes. I haven’t received anything as of late, so I don’t know if she’s here or in the past at the moment. And on top of all this, we still don’t know if anyone else is getting those memories too.”

The throb of his mind as Takemichi to wrestle with and digest the avalanche of new information only served to reinforce just how convoluted this entire situation was. “So-  Naoto, do you think she may have already told Mikey that she’s a time leaper?”

Said detective frowned. “She could have - they are good friends, no? He, and the rest of Toman, could very well be getting the memories as well.”

Takemichi slumps down in his seat; that would complicate things a lot. A ton, in fact. He desperately needs to speak with you, and fast; just to understand better what he could do to break the cycle, and perhaps even learn more about his own time leaping abilities - if you were capable of changing memories, you might have already inevitably told Mikey and the others that you were a time leaper. 

The one problem was figuring out if you’re here in the future or back in the past, and it wasn’t as if he could just saunter up and ask without turning into a smear on the street. Takemichi’s best bet would be trying to catch you here, in what was your future, somewhere he could talk to you without the shadow of the Toman founders hanging over you; but if Mikey and Bonten already had you in his grasp… 

Then the chance of Takemichi being able to speak to you would be close to zero. 

He needed a solution and stat.

‎

‎

The limousine sped by familiar roads, the rain that refused to let up a cacophony of sound against the metal shell of the limousine. It at least brought you a momentary solace, your heart continuing to race away like the pounding feet of a horse as you tried to process what had just happened. Everything looked glazed over, as if you were viewing the world around you through a layer of frosted glass, your eyes swirling around in your head as you tried to catch your breath, tried to stop your thoughts from spiralling down an unending and hopeless abyss.

Draken and Baji - they were right there. Your precious friends. 

Not only were you back in the same future, with the same tired, bone-thin Mikey you remembered leaving behind, the friends you had thought the worst had happened to were still a part of this timeline. 

Why hadn’t Mikey answered you all that time ago, when you had asked him about where the rest of your friends were? You had assumed the white-haired man only refused to speak due to an incomprehensible tragedy that befell his once-closest allies, that had ripped the rest of the Toman founders away from him and left him in that sorry state. You had felt that profound sadness pouring from your friend, experienced the grief that clenched at your heart. And you had decided not to pry, to not surface what would be extremely painful memories. 

But you had seen them with your own eyes, and they were fine. Alive, breathing. Caring. They had come for you even in the torrential rain, fists swinging, yelling and pissing off your neighbours in the process as they always did. Nothing you could stay mad at, really.

So why? Why didn’t Mikey want to tell you? Why wasn’t he in contact with the rest?

The lights that flashed by through heavily tinted windows held no answers for you, the dull pinks, purples and yellows of the fluorescent signs that made it through briefly illuminating the skin of your hand before fading back into the shadows as quickly as it came, the car leaving the quiet residential streets for the city that never sleeps.

You needed to speak with the future’s Draken and Baji, you decided. You weren’t sure how, given what you had witnessed earlier and Mikey’s likely clinginess, but you had to find out what was going on. If not to find out if they perhaps knew anything about your time leaping that you didn’t, then at least to understand the chasm that had developed between your friends.

‎

“Fuck, I’m fucking drenched!” Sanzu complained loudly, pulling at the soaked purple striped vest and allowing the heavy cloth to sag under its own weight. Kakuchi himself grimaced at his own dripping state, but said nothing save to grunt in acknowledgement.

There was no doubt about it now, you mused to yourself albeit grimly as you settled back into the car seat, your pajamas squelching slightly under you as you glanced between a grumbling Sanzu and a stoic Kakucho. You sure hoped that the pink-haired man wasn’t going to use the opportunity to wrap his hands around your throat again, though he did seem pretty calm this time. Still, you still opted to shift somewhat towards Kakucho. Just to be safe. 

Fidgeting with the hem of your pajamas, you glanced out the window again. The tension simmering in the car, combined with the sheer silence that permeated the air, made the atmosphere a bit too heavy for comfort. You bit your lip. What to say? “How’s Mikey?” You decided on asking. At least the one thing that you knew for sure that both men were fiercely loyal to Mikey, not that you wanted to know why the devotion; some things were better not known, much like how you avoided asking your Toman friends what they’ve been up to while you were away. 

The sudden stillness was deafening. Even the patter of raindrops faded away, blanketed by this oppressive tranquility that weighed on your chest, on you. You hardly dared to breathe, let alone move, with both Sanzu and Kakucho seeming to freeze on your question. Were they unsure on how to answer you? Scarred lips twitched as if making to speak, those piercing green eyes darting sideways to meet yours before drifting away, Sanzu ultimately deciding against whatever it was he wanted to say. Kakucho simply continued to face forward, though you did catch his sole working red eye fixed on you, unspoken words lost to the raging storm.

The pink-haired man finally replied. “Mikey’s…not doing well,” was all he said, before he turned to look back out the window, his hand dipping into his striped vest’s pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes, though he ultimately thought better of it and stuffed the crumpled box back.

You stared at him, mouth agape. Turning to Kakucho only resulted in the other man avoiding your gaze. If that was all the two had to say, then this was not good. Not in the slightest.

‎

Your heart wrenched when Sanzu led you into the infirmary, with your two sets of footsteps echoing off the white walls The spotless room was enormous, empty beds lining both walls, neatly made with their curtains drawn - save for one at the far end. And it was in the sole occupied bed that you spotted Mikey’s frail frame, a small lump under the covers, his white-hair all but blending into the clean sheets. Sighing, you sank down into the hard plastic chair, your hand reaching out to brush against the pulled covers. “Mikey,” you whispered, the sole word heavy with guilt. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers gently through his hair, to pull your friend into your arms and assure him everything would be all right. That he needn’t suffer, that you would care for him.

But you restrained yourself, your arm falling limply to one side. This was all your fault. You had been too hasty, too eager to return home, too assured in the idea that this timeline would simply fade into your memory, that the outcome would change when you did so little. But now, reality was staring you cold in the face, and you couldn’t think of a time when you had seen Mikey so frail.

At the sound of your voice, the form stirred, stiff shoulders instantly relaxing as those abyss eyes met yours, blinking weakly. You saw your name formed on his lips, though no sound left his throat. It seemed that even the sight of you had completely relaxed the broken man. 

A soft click, as Sanzu quietly exited the room, leaving you and Mikey alone. “I brought you some food Mikey. Would you like to have something to eat or drink?” You showed the white-haired man the paper-wrapped taiyaki and the glass of water you had brought with you; upon your earlier arrival, Sanzu had brought you straight to the kitchens to whip up something quick. You had your suspicions on what had happened, though you hadn’t quite realized just how bad it had gotten until you laid eyes on Mikey.

Fortunately, it seemed Mikey instantly recognized the cake as your handmade variety, not store-bought or Sanzu’s, and as if on cue, his stomach began to rumble. Your lips quirked a small smile, and you turned to set the glass of water down, before tearing off a small chunk of taiyaki. Cooling it down with a blow, you carefully dipped it in some water to moisten the piece (heresy, but so much easier to eat for someone who hadn’t in four days), before holding it up to your friend’s lips. “Ahhhhh.”

The white-haired man obliged, his lips parting to allow you to press the small morsel of food into his mouth. A quick bite and then swallow. You managed to repeat the process two more times before the other’s eyes were all but closed, the exhaustion setting in now with some food in his belly. 

Rewrapping the taiyaki in its paper, you kicked off your shoes, climbed onto the infirmary bed and settled next to Mikey. His eyes already fluttered shut, it didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck as you crawled under the sheets, the other’s breathing evening out before you closed your eyes, finally at peace.

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‎

Twelve years separate from you and stuck in the past where they couldn’t get to you, the Toman founders once more found themselves in a conundrum they had no answers to.

Kazutora’s hysterical wails, a piercing cry that the boy couldn’t seem to stop and had been all that anyone within a hundred meter radius would have heard for a good half-hour, had thankfully died down into whimpers, his throat sore though the situation was far from resolved. The fearsome delinquent had been reduced to nothing more than a sniffling baby clutching onto your well-worn sweater, one that smelt strongly of you, his tears soaking the cloth as he buried his face into the soft material.

“She time-lept again?” Baji let out a groan, hands pulling at his face, his sweat-drenched black hair plastered uncomfortably to the nape of his neck. “But how? We have the omamori.”

“And it hasn’t left me since I got it,” Draken noted, pulling down the singlet he had opted for to reveal the purple and gold charm still pressed tight against his clavicle, where he had been wearing it day and night. “I wear it even when I shower.”

The weather was sweltering, the summer afternoon sun mercilessly baking everything and everyone under its light, and the lack of even a hot breeze made the whole situation ever so less tolerable. Gathered below the shade of your favourite oak tree in a clearing not too far from your school, it was once more an unfavourable situation over which the Toman founders were gathered, 

Mikey pulled a face, looking extremely unimpressed as sweat poured freely off his forehead. “Maybe it’s cause I should have been the one to wear it.” 

Kazutora only whimpered again in response, his fingers wrapping around your piece of clothing even tighter. Everyone present knew what he meant without speaking.

“Drop it Mikey, that’s not the issue right now.” Mitsuya sighed out, the relief at no longer being blamed for your disappearance clear on his expression even if his distress at you being missing wasn’t any less.

A pause, the uncaring city continuing to bustle around them.

“Maybe,” Pah said carefully, the usually loud boy looking like he was concentrating extraordinarily hard on the current situation, his forehead scrunched with his chin held in one hand. “Maybe there’s another omamori in the future as well.”

The other five boys robotically turned to look at the Fifth Division Captain as if he had grown a second head, their necks stiff and creaking. They hadn’t considered that possibility in the slightest, and the unusual insight from the usually act-first-think-later boy caught them off guard.

“It makes sense,” The lilac-haired delinquent admitted, Mitsuya drawing one leg up to balance on the bench. “We hadn’t thought of it, but why wouldn’t there be this omamori in the future?”

“Could have lost it,” Draken suggested.

Mikey snorted. “No way.” To which the other founders present murmured their agreement - it would be unlikely for them to misplace something so precious. “But I agree. There must be more to just having the omamori.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Baji lamented, running one hand through his long, sweat-soaked hair. “Time’s ticking, and we don’t know what’s happening in the future. What if she’s already hurt? Or dead?”

The small gathering of boys fell silent once more. Whatever was going on with the omamori, it was clear more than ever to the Toman founders that there were still too many unanswered questions. With every tick of the watch, every passing second that you were stuck in the future and apart from the Toman founders, your safety and fate grew ever more uncertain. They needed to get you back home with them, and fast.

“So what now?”

[reissancesstuff]

“Boss Is Smiling... What Happened Last Night?”

Genre: Crack | Domestic Fluff | Teasing

Characters: Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader

The Bonten HQ was unusually peaceful that morning. No yelling, no tension, no blood.

Even more shocking—Mikey walked in smiling.

Not the neutral, unreadable smirk he usually wore like armor.

No.

A genuine, relaxed smile. Hands in his pockets. Hair slightly tousled. The faintest mark on his neck (no one dared point that out).

The rest of Bonten blinked like owls.

“…Am I hallucinating?” Ran muttered, nudging Rindou with his elbow. “Is he smiling?”

Rindou leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “Something’s off. He’s either planning a massacre… or he got laid.”

Kakucho coughed into his hand to hide a laugh. “He’s humming. He never hums.”

“Should we ask?” Mochi whispered.

“Do you want to die?” Takeomi deadpanned.

The door opened again, and you walked in, wearing Mikey’s hoodie, hair still a little messy, cheeks flushed from the morning chill. You carried a bento bag in one hand.

The boys collectively stared.

“Good morning,” you greeted sweetly.

“Morning, (Y/N)-chan,” they chorused like students greeting a teacher.

Mikey walked over, plucked the bento from your hand with one hand and placed his other around your waist, pulling you in without hesitation.

The others watched as Mikey kissed your temple.

Right. In. Front. Of. Them.

Koko dropped his pen.

“…So it was sex,” Rindou whispered under his breath.

You blinked. “Hm?”

“Nothing!” they all said in unison.

You tilted your head but didn’t question it, smiling softly at your husband. “I put extra rice in yours.”

“Good,” Mikey said. “You’ll need to feed me later.”

“Oh,” you blinked, flustered. “O-okay.”

The rest of Bonten silently screamed.

As you left the room, Mikey turned back to them.

“What?”

Everyone straightened like soldiers.

“Nothing, boss!”

But once he left too, the silence broke.

Ran leaned in. “Who knew the key to keeping Mikey sane… was literally keeping him satisfied.”

Rindou groaned. “I’ll never look at bento rice the same again.”

[cheshitora]

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝑮𝒐, 𝑨𝑶𝑨┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Find out your AOA title track based on your Tokyo Revengers bias!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw :: fem!reader, nsfw, suggestive themes, implied noncon (like a cat), they're a little pervy (like they stare a lot), lmk if there's anything i should tag <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ che's verdict :: these aren't super nsfw or smutty. that's why i tagged "suggestive themes" because it's all more build up then anything lol. but i hope you guys like these anyway :)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐭

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:00 ───ㅇ───── 3:39

Cat burglar. You had successfully robbed a multitude of art exhibits, office buildings and banks, earning yourself a reputation for your cat-like burglar outfit and agility. It was time to up your game though, and what better way than to rob one of the biggest luxury office buildings in the city. Now, imagine your surprise when you were caught red-handed, right in the middle of your act by a tired looking office employee who had stayed later for shift than he needed to be, trying to squeeze in extra time for a project he had been tasked to do. He was just as surprised to see you, donning your now-infamous cat burglar attire that he had seen on the news. But you weren’t about to go down without a fight, and some office dweeb wasn’t going to stop you from finding the business’s sweet profits.The struggle was evident between the two of you but his strength outmatched yours, finding yourself pinned under his weight as he gazed down at your now uncovered face, the mask you had been wearing knocked off during the fight. You pleaded with him to not turn you in, offering him anything he wanted in exchange. A sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he loosened his tie. It was late, sure, but he felt like he earned a fair reward for successfully tackling an armed burglar who was wanted by the cops. He leaned down close to ear, his hot breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me teach you a lesson about takin’ things that don’t belong to you.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ran Haitani, Izana Kurokawa, Naoto Tachibana, Kokonoi Hajime, Sanzu Haruchiyo

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:07 ───ㅇ───── 3:16

Summer heat, loud screams, cheers and hoots, banners in the air - nothing was better than sitting in a live audience watching your athlete husband in the height of his game. An MVP player, the crowd of fans chanting his name like a mantra throughout the expansive stadium. Even with a gaggle of fans and cheerleaders rooting for his success, he always looked into the crowd for you, the one who’s supported his dream and ambitions since day one. You were his personal cheerleader and his biggest fan, and after another successful game, he found himself running towards the sidelines to wrap you in a tight, sweaty embrace, taking you by surprise as he excitedly pressed his lips against yours. The journey home was exhilarating as the two of you recounted the events of the game just hours earlier. But as you neared your final destination for the night, your husband crept his hand from its place on your knee up your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze, his eyes never leaving the road ahead as he drove. Suddenly, you really couldn’t wait to get home.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ken Ryuguji, Takemichi Hanagaki, Sano Manjiro, Kakucho Hitto, Inui Seishu

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 0:48 ──ㅇ────── 2:59

Short skirt, legs on full display. He gets rock hard whenever you sport your favorite miniskirts, anticipating the moment when he can finally catch you alone. It almost hurts your feelings when you think he’s not paying attention to the way your ass peeks out of your skirt from the slightest shift of your movement but believe me, he’s definitely watching, almost stalking like a hawk with its sight set on a delectable mouse to feast on. He can almost feel his hand running up your leg, starting at your ankles and slowly working his way up to your exposed thighs. He wanted to know the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin as he caresses you, eyes darting up to meet yours as he gently (or maybe not so gently) bites down on the inside of your thigh. Denim, pleated, micro, with a slit - it didn’t matter. He enjoyed seeing you in skirts. He always had his sight set on you the minute you appeared with your legs out. He was just waiting for the moment when you finally caught him staring. And when you finally did, he didn’t break eye contact with you, giving you a smug grin, letting you know he was, in fact, checking out those nice legs of yours. Maybe he'll shy away if he's too flustered by the notion that you've caught him ogling you, maybe. Too bad you didn’t know what he was thinking, or did you?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Baji Keisuke, Souya Kawata, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 0:51 ──ㅇ────── 3:07

Lifeguarding sucks for some but to him, it wasn’t all bad. He enjoyed the sun, enjoyed the feel of the hot sand beneath his feet and the array of women to check out across the terrain or more specifically, he liked to look at you. His tall, wooden chair offered him perfect access to a view of you with your friends, sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose as you prepared to head towards the cool ocean. One of your friends nudged your side, whispering in your ear about the “hot lifeguard totally checking you out”. And indeed, there he was, leering. You propped your sunglasses on the top of your head as you shot him a knowing smile, with him returning it with one of his own. What a little tease you were, pulling up the straps of your bikini bottom just so your ass peeked out a little more than necessary. If he was gonna stare, might as well put on a show for him. His eyes traced the soft curves of your wet body, taking note of the way your nipples poked through the slick fabric of your bikini top whenever a subtle chill breeze swept by or the way droplets of aqua trickled down your tanning body every time you rose from the water. Yeah, he was definitely rock hard, his cock straining against the material of his red lifeguarding shorts and for a moment, he was content with just watching you, blocking out all other sounds and sights as if they were afterthoughts. But even he couldn’t hide his growing excitement when you seductively made your way towards his station. Maybe lifeguarding didn’t suck as much as he thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hanma Shuji, Rindou Haitani, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata, Shion Madarame

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ che's last minute note :: shiiiit this was fun. i might just do more of these 🤭 and maybe next time, there actually will be smut lol

[paroslineage]

THINGS I THINK THE :

MAFIA!TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WILL DO FOR YOU.

TW : Gore, Description of Torture, Killing, and Reader death, female reader, Mafia themes, gun violence, shooting, blood.

All boys are aged up don't come at me.

All characters except reader belong to Ken Wakui i do not own them.

Don't steal my idea or I'll hunt you down :D.

Masterlist.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Context:

Y/N L/N the wife of the most dangerous Mafioso in the of Tokyo having an undettering face of cold ruthlessness and having a uninterested facade is only sweet for his lovely darling YOU.

But...

What happens if the mafia organizations having grudge on your husband go after the unsuspecting sweet little bunny of the dangerous mob boss.

YOU.

Scenario:

"My sweet darling! I'm home and I brought your favorite choco chip pastry from the bakery!"

"Why is it dark honey?" He chuckles

He turns on the light and what he sees makes his blood run horribly cold.

The entire mansion was ransacked.

The table broken, cabinets upturned and His darling's favourite flower vase shattered.

He drops the box and runs frantically up the stairs pulling out his gun for the the holster to the both of your shared grand bedroom.

He breaks down the door and what he sees makes him turn unhinged.

His darling... Laying on the center of the bed fully bled out.

Five holes on the chest, three in the temple and four in the stomach and two in your abdomen.

But your eyes were stuck open, the life in them drained a long time ago.

He walks over to you, eerily silent kneels on the bed his eyes trembling and hands fiercely cradling you to his chest and he buried your cold little face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry for being late my dove, forgive this asshole."

"I'll take revenge for you my dove just you see."

"I'll murder those son of bitches and feed their bones to the wolves I swear on your life darling."

He kisses your forehead looking into the empty void of your eyes and closes them by his hand his tears running down his anguished face.

His eyes frantically and disturbingly wide not even once blinking looking into your dead ones...

As he caressed your hair on tenderly kissing you on the forehead right where the bullet mark was present...

God did his heart hurt.

His lips trembled as he spoke but not the words..

They were spoken loudly and fully finalized...

TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS WHO :

♡ Would be the one to hunt down your murderer

And brutally and ferally slaughter that bastard

That includes.

Gouging their eyeballs, Their brains from their noses, waterboarding them till their last seconds of consciousness, Skinning them alive, flaying them, dipping them in acid.

And lastly shooting them exactly the number of times and the precise location that monster shot you.

Which totals to 14 times.

And then fed them to the wolves of and burning the bones.

"Revenge taken my little dove... Just as I promised."

He whispered quietly to no one as he smoked a cigarette and looked up at the night sky full of stars shining brightly than usual.

With tears dripping endlessly down his emotionless visage.

"I see you looking after and smiling at me darling keep doing that."

He exhaled his smoke through his nose smiling painfully.

"Because soon I'll be joining you up there my love..."

Characters : HANMA , KISAKI , Izana, Kakucho, Ran, KAZUTORA, Rindou, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, SANZU SANZU SANZU.

[eroticdarling]

[ MAIN STREET ]

❝ FUCK ME IN THE BATHROOM! ❞

Bathroom Desires ; Including Fem!Reader

❝ LETS HAVE A THREESOME! ❞

Two For One ; Including PocFem!Reader + Shuji

[ HEADCANONS ]

Coming Soon!

[ DRABBLES ]

Coming Soon!

[ THIRSTS ]

Coming Soon!

[ MULTI CHARACTERS ]

❝ I WANNA FUCK INNA CAR! ❞

Do They Like Car Sex? ; Including Multi!Tr Characters + PocFem!Reader

[cannellee]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write something for yandere!alpha!sanzu?

I could see a scenario where reader meets him and just assumes he's this pretty, sweet, and quiet alpha but then realizes he's kinda crazy as time goes on. Reader sees his katana, learns he's involved with a gang, and is also pretty sure he's stalking them. But he's just so sweet, picking reader up with his car, helping them clean, and is surprisingly very clingy

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ yandere! alpha! sanzu x omega! reader

— sanzu being obsessed with his omega girlfriend

note : making my comeback after what feels like an eternity...(^-^; I'm so so sorry for not posting for sooo long, however! my holidays are around the corner and I'll try to be more active from now on. this year was extremely long and my studies hogged most (all) of my time, but now that this year is over I can focus on other things, one of them being this blog! thank you so much for the love and support it received, even while I was inactive, I'll make sure to thank you properly by posting more often!

note 2 (for anon) : I really hope I didn't stray too much from your original request... feel free to send another request if that's not what you had in mind! and sorry for the long wait!!

MY MASTERLIST: ★

your first encounter had been nothing sort of special, quite ordinary actually. however, he quickly stood out from others with his soft speech and calm appearance.

sanzu was supposedly a friend of a friend that your colleague had invited to one of her small party. knowing that, you warmed up to him quite easily. you exchanged a few words, sanzu keeping the conversation alive quite well, his natural eloquence making it hard for you to part ways at the end of the party.

sanzu didn't seem aggressive nor demanding, he kept a very polite stare, even offering his jacket with a sweet smile after your first date when he saw other alphas eyeing your cleavage.

he took care of you very gently, listening to your rambling attentively and complimenting any slight change about you nobody would've noticed. his scent felt reassuring, both manly and gentle, the type of smell that makes you want to burry your nose in his neck.

sanzu was definitely a good alpha in every way possible.

and so you kept the dates going, discovering more of his sweet side. you liked how he never pressured you into doing anything, letting you decide where you'd be hanging out today. sanzu made it clear that what mattered was your happiness, what you wanted to do.

he surprised you with flowers, enjoying how happy you looked.

but, somehow, you could feel him grow more and more protective as the days went by.

it started subtly : a gentle hand on the small of your back when another alpha walked too close, a sudden shift in his tone when you mentioned hanging out with coworkers he hadn’t met. he never said anything harsh, never raised his voice. but something in his gaze felt heavier now, lingering a bit too long, too harsh for you.

you chalked it up to affection. maybe even instincts. you knew alphas could get territorial, and sanzu had made his love for you quite clear, so it had to be just that, right?

but then came the morning you found a small scratch on your apartment door. thin, fresh, and definitely not accidental. you tried to brush it off, but your omega instincts prickled. you knew something was off.

that same day, sanzu showed up unannounced at your workplace. he claimed he was in the area and wanted to bring you lunch. he smiled, kissed your forehead, and you smiled back, even as your stomach slightly twisted.

“you work too hard,” he whispered, brushing a stray hair from your face. “i just want to take care of you.”

if course, you thought it was sweet. maybe a little weird, but that was the sanzu you fell in love with, and your doubts didn't feel legitimate enough for you.

and then you saw the katana.

it wasn't even by accident. it was carefully placed in his car when he came to pick you up one night. you laughed nervously, asking if it was for cosplay or something. but sanzu just smiled, wanting to but failing at reassuring you.

“nah,” he said, voice light. “just a keepsake.”

and that's all you were given as an answer, he didn’t elaborate and left you in such a relentless state you struggled to keep your scent in check.

after that, you started noticing more things, how he always knew where you’d be, how he texted when you were walking home even though you hadn’t told him you were leaving. how, once, you found his scent on one of your clothes even though you hadn’t worn it in days.

you wanted to ask. you really wanted to know. but something about the way he touched your cheek, so soft and gentle, made the questions stay stucked in your throat.

besides… he was still the same sanzu, right?

he still remembered how you liked your tea. he still laughed at your jokes, cleaned your kitchen without being asked, and held you so close you felt safer than anyone could ever imagine.

so what if he got a little possessive ? alphas were like that, right ? it was only natural and not worthy of worrying your mind. besides, you were born a tiny bit anxious and an overthinker, maybe it was time for you to fully rely on him and stop those useless thoughts ?

but the feeling never left you. the feeling that something more sinister was hidden beneath his smile.

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so you waited until he was asleep.

his arms had been wrapped tight around you all night, like he was trying to press you into his ribs where no one else could touch you. his scent clung to your sheets, warm and dizzying, almost invasive. you’d spent hours staring at the ceiling, heart beating too loudly to ignore it.

so when his breathing finally evened out, when his grip softened just enough and you knew he was asleep, you slipped out from beneath him.

your phone was already in your hand. you had thought about it for a long time. just one message. something as simple as that.

“hey, i think we need a bit of space. just a little. i need to clear my head.” you wrote, biting the nail of your thumb.

you didn’t send it right away. instead, you just stared at it for a moment, thumb hovering over it. you knew it would hurt him, that was for sure. but wasn't it healthy? for the both of you? you wouldn't be gone for long, just enough time to help you think clearly about everything.

so finally, you hit send. turned off your phone, and exhaled a shaky breath, trying hard for sanzu not to notice the change in your scent and how on edge it has been.

you didn’t hear him move, nor did you hear him wake up, it was complete silence. but suddenly, he was right behind you.

his voice was quiet, but sharp and sent a shiver down your spine.

“space?”

you froze.

“you want space from me?”

when you turned to look at him, his eyes were wide, not angry, not exactly. more like… shocked. like the world had collapsed under his feet and he couldn’t understand why.

“baby, i thought you were happy,” he said, stepping closer, his hand reaching for your face. “you said you were happy.”

“i am,” you whispered. “i just—i need some time. just a day or two. for myself.” you couldn't meet his eyes, hands getting a bit shaky by the second.

his lips parted and he let out a soft, almost sad laugh. “a day or two? alone? no, no, no—y/n, you don’t understand how dangerous that is. there are people out there who’d hurt you. people who’d take you away from me.”

you swallowed thickly and called him weakly, “sanzu…”

“no,” he said, and this time, it was final. “you don’t need space. you need me.”

he stepped even closer. his scent flooding your senses. it was heavy, cloying, you couldn’t escape it and your knees weakened beneath it. maybe he did it on purpose. maybe he always had...

then his hands cupped your face, gentle but firm.

“i’ve taken care of you,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “i did everything for you, made sure you never missed anything. i gave you everything even when you didn’t ask me to, did you notice that? i watched you sleep last night, you looked so peaceful...”

and that's when your blood turned cold, and without even knowing, your pheromones turned sour too, circling around him almost like a punishment. a painful reminder of what his obsession turned your relationship into.

“don’t push me away,” he said, almost pleadingly now, shaking slightly.

he kissed your forehead like he always did, it was slow, deliberate, like he was trying to shut your thoughts for good.

however, no matter what, his hands never gripped too tightly. his tone never rose. but everything about him was final, like he was choosing the words that would end the conversation for good.

“you don’t need to overthink things, sweetheart,” sanzu said gently, brushing your hair behind your ear. “i know the world gets rough sometimes. but when that happens, you come to me. okay?”

you didn't answer immediately. instead, you closed your eyes, breathed in his heavy scent, powerful enough to cloud your mind for a moment.

you heard him soothe you, voice soft, trying hard to appear less threatening. you knew he did it on purpose, to confuse you. he was kind and he was worried, it was nothing more. but as usual, you were too stubborn to realise.

sanzu would never be mean to you. he'd simply help you understand that he wants the best for you.

“hey,” he whispered, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. his expression was soft, painfully soft, like you were a wounded animal and he was the one nursing you back to health. “i’m not mad. i’d never be mad at you. you’re just… scared. that’s all.”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. you could feel the hum of his chest, the way his scent deepened, it was comforting, safe and overwhelming in a way that made it hard to think. your instincts soothed under it even as your mind screamed.

“you’re tired,” he said, swaying the both of you slightly like you were a baby in need of comfort. “you always get this way when you’re tired. i’ll run you a bath, yeah? something warm."

his voice was thick with love, and pride. as if he had done something worthy of your praise.

and he had, hadn’t he? he took care of you. remembered things you forgot. loved you in ways no one else ever had...

he loosened his hold only to gently guide you toward the bathroom.

“just let me handle things,” he added softly, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “you don’t have to think. you don’t have to decide. i’ll always know what’s best for you.”

and just like that, the conversation was over.

[okkalo]

sanzu has never felt this way before. he’s not even sure why he’s feeling this way. the feeling of your hand in his as the spring breeze blows past the both of you. pink petals shed from the cherry blossom trees, falling with the wind and lightly decorating your head along with his.

his heart leaps uncomfortably in his chest once you turn to him with a smile. a soft giggle falls past your lips and the sunlight along with the falling petals makes you look iridescent. his breath hitches in his throat once you reach out a hand, brushing off the petals from his hair. he’s too dazed in your beauty to even deny your help, though he thinks he wouldn’t have pushed you away anyway.

sanzu feels he’s getting used to this feeling. you both are seated at a small cafe, a piece of cake plated on the table between you both. he’s gotten used to his eyes automatically tracking onto you, taking in your features as you mumble about random thoughts.

he thinks it’s silly, the swirl in his stomach. he wonders why he feels this way when you’re doing nothing but eating cake in front of him while saying things he’s barely even paying attention to. he pushes away the silly thoughts in his head as well, all of them asking him who else he would share a cake with or who else he would accompany to a cafe like this. because he knew the answer would be no one but you.

sanzu finally embraces this feeling. he thinks he’s been holding back for long enough, caught up in the thought as he gazes at you smiling among the tulips. he lets his gaze drop to your interlocked pinkies, contemplating before finally moving his hand so it instead fully takes in yours.

the familiar swirl runs through his stomach as he catches your look of surprise. he can’t help but think you still look iridescent, everything about you making him feel like he’s in a silly dream. a smile tugs at his own lips as he takes in a breath. “i think i love you,” he finally confesses, embracing his feelings for you at last.