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—Vice Captain, Hoshina Soshiro

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✰ twisted fortune

kinktober 24 - day twentyfour

featuring: soshiro hoshina x f!reader x gen narumi

summary: kaiju no 9 has finally been defeated. to celebrate, the defence force organises a company-wide celebration at the famed casino. letting you finally see your best friend, hoshina, for the first time in ages. the two of you came up with your own way to celebrate, what you didn't expect though, was your very own captain to join you in the act.

tags: smut, threesome, drug intake (aphrodisiacs), overstimulation, squirting, handjobs, oral (both receiving), throat-fucking/deepthroating, degredation, praise, finishing inside, power play (implied)

wc: 2.4k

"are ya sure? if you're serious i can get somethin' arranged for us," hoshina asks through the screen of your phone, staring at your excited expression as he prepares some paperwork. you've had the idea for a while now, taking aphrodisiacs, especially with your libido hitting an all-time low.

"mhm, certain! been meaning to try for a while now, but it would be boring alone," you state, matter of factly. you've spent days thinking about how to get out of your dry spell. at the end of the day, this was the best you could think of. "plus, if i'm trying them with anyone, i'd rather it be you than anyone else."

and that’s how you and hoshina find yourselves at the biggest defence force celebration in history, sneaking away like kids staying up past their curfew to go take some fancy drugs. after the two of you meet up for the first time in months and catch up a bit, you slip away into one of the velvety booths next to the bar. drinks in hand, hoshina takes out a small tab of chocolate, splitting it into multiple pieces and handing you one.

“are you sure this will work?” you ask, examining the small piece of chocolate in your hand. “it’s such a small piece, will it even be enough?”

before he could reply, a familiar head peaks over the walls of your booth. showing a certain captain, console in hand, catching you both red-handed.

"what do you two think you're doing?" narumi asks, his voice stern as he eyes the chocolate in your hands. "frankly, i should report this. imagine how disappointed hasegawa and captain ashido would be, seeing the two of you like this."

your heart leaps out of its chest, panic setting in. of course, captain narumi just has to be hiding somewhere playing games. you exchange a quick glance with hoshina before an idea strikes you. it's stupid, but it might just work.

"wait, captain!" you say, your voice slightly shaky. "why don’t you join us instead?"

narumi's eyes widen in surprise, letting out a snort at your suggestion. "join you? no way you’re actually serious."

you nod, holding out a piece of the chocolate. "come on, it will be fun. plus, you wont be glued to that console of yours the whole night."

there's a moment of silence as narumi considers your offer. eventually, he lets out a defeated sigh, pocketing his console.

"fine," he says, sliding into the booth, occupying the free space next to you. "but if this goes south, i'm not taking the fall for either of you."

you can't help but grin as you hand him a piece of the chocolate. "deal."

the chocolate itself is surprisingly bland. not too bitter, but not sickly sweet, leaving you almost disappointed. the three of you quickly scatter after digesting the treat. you go for drinks with some of the other defence force girls while the two men go about with their own agendas. seeing as the drug isn't working on you, it was only fair you get shitfaced, right?

wrong. you wish it would be that simple, but a few hours into the night, you start to feel an ache in your abdomen. almost painful, making you wince and almost trip. your vision gets blurry as colours become more vibrant, and sounds more intense. to your disbelief, you realise that the aphrodisiac is finally kicking in, and it's hitting you hard. your skin feels electric, every brush against it sends shivers down your spine. you quickly escape from the dance floor, leaving your friends in confusion as you slip away from the crowd.

landing yourself at the same booth this entire fiasco started at, you finally collapse. small whimpers escaping you as you try your best to fight off the sensation. suddenly, you feel a presence next to you. looking up, you see hoshina and narumi sliding into the booth, their faces flushed and eyes glazed over. "been lookin' for ya," hoshina slurs, his voice husky. you can't help but shiver as his thigh brushes against yours, the contact sending sparks through your oversensitive skin.

“turns out, this shit hits, and it hits hard,” narumi states, clearly taken over by the effects of the drug. before you can react, he grabs you by the chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him from across the table. “this whole ordeal was your idea, right? you gonna make up for this, or am i gonna have to report your actions?” with that, you felt a stray hand trace your thigh lightly before giving it a tight squeeze. hoshina, seated next to you, also seems frustrated by the current predicament.

“you're really not makin’ this easy for us either, darlin’,” his hands trace further up your thighs. “waltzin’ around in that tiny dress and dancin’ so provocatively in front of us. it’s only fair you take accountability, right?”

with that, hoshina helps you out of the booth and the two men lead you away from the casino towards the eclipse’s hotel, entering the suite they ordered for the night before they confronted you.

you barely made it past the doorway before narumi pounces on you, capturing your lips desperately as his hands roam yours. hoshina steps behind you, his hands running through your hair and gently tugging your head back. "let's not be too hasty, narumi," he teases at the officer in front of you, his breath hot against your neck. "we have the entire night ahead of us."

narumi pulls back, a growl rumbling in his chest, but he obeys hoshina's command. he steps away, allowing you to get a good look at the two men, flushed out, sweaty, and prints evident in their slacks as hoshina guides you further into the suite. the room is lavish, with a large king-sized bed dominating the space. hoshina leads you to the center of the bed, pushing you down onto the plush mattress.

"now, let’s rid ya of this flimsy fabric," hoshina says, his fingers finding the hem of your skirt, before ripping it, unable to wait any longer. narumi moves to stand beside him, his eyes dark with desire as he watches hoshina's hands work.

a cool breeze hits you as the thin fabric gets torn off, but the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins quickly heats your body once again. your skin feels like it's on fire, every touch sending shockwaves straight to your core.

narumi leans down, his lips brushing against your sensitive nipples as hoshina's hands explore your thighs. "you’re fuckin’ soaked, darlin’," hoshina remarks, his fingers gliding easily through your slick folds. "is the drug that strong, or did ya secretly want this?"

you can only moan in response, your body arching into their touches, every little graze making you whimper, yet it’s not enough. narumi continues his assault on your breasts, his tongue swirling around your hardened peaks, while hoshina slowly sinks two fingers into your tight heat.

"she's so tight," hoshina groans, pumping his fingers in and out of you. "can't wait to feel her around my cock."

narumi chuckles, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach. "patience. try not to cream yourself at the thought, hoshina."

they continue toying with your body, and you can feel the aphrodisiac's effects intensifying with each second. your skin feels supersensitive, every touch and caress sends waves of pleasure crashing over you. it's almost too much to bear, but it’s still not enough to stop the ache between your legs.

hoshina removes his fingers from your dripping core, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence. "fuckin’ delicious," he purrs, before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, fuelling your desire.

meanwhile, narumi continues south, his tongue leaving a trail of fire as he makes his way to your aching core. as he reaches it, he doesn't waste any time, diving in with need. his tongue lapping at your sensitive flesh, circling your clit and dipping into your entrance, eliciting moans from you that go straight to his cock.

hoshina, finally reaching his limits, pulls away from your wet mouth to free his aching erection. letting it slap against his abs as it finally springs free, making him sigh in relief. he kneels down besides your captain as his hands trail over to narumis erection, freeing his length from the restraints of his pants. taken aback, narumi pauses his meal, giving the other man a confused look. though that doesn’t stop hoshina as he wraps his hands around narumi’s hard length, giving it a few pumps before he dives back into your wet cunt. this time, narumi letting out moans of his own against your seeping cunt as hoshina strokes him.

“look at ya both, so desperate to cum you can barely contain yerselves,” hoshina taunts as his thumb runs over narumis tip, making him moan on your core, finally sending you over the edge.

your orgasm hits you hard as you let out a strained cry of pleasure. but to your surprise, it doesn’t stop there. your body trembling as you squirt onto narumi’s face, wetting him with your mixed arousal. narumi, delighted, laps it up like a starved man, overstimulating your clit as your whimpers fill the room.

“thank you for the fucking meal,” he says between pants as he pulls away from your drenched core, his face wet with your liquids. he stands up, hoshina following suit before flipping you around, letting your head dangle from the edge of the bed. hoshina, picking up on the situation at hand, climbs onto the bed, hoisting your legs onto his shoulders as he aligns himself with your folds.

“think you can take us both, kitty?” narumi coos, looking down on your pathetic figure as he slaps his cock on your cheek. instead of giving you the chance to reply, hoshina slowly thrusts forwards, making you take him inch by inch. “course she can, she’s our pretty little fucktoy after all,” hoshina lets out with a breathy moan, bottoming out inside of you.

you can't help but moan as hoshina stretches out, filling you with pleasure as he starts moving inside of you at a steady pace, his hips slapping against your ass with each powerful drive. the sensation of him gliding in and out of your sensitive walls is euphoric, sending pleasure through your entire body.

although your moans are short-lived as narumi, not wanting to be left out, grabs your hair, forcing you to look up at him as he waves his cock in front of your face. "open up, kitty," he commands, slapping your cheek once again. "you're going to suck my cock while vice captain here fucks you senseless, think you can manage that?"

unable to resist, you part your lips for your captain, allowing narumi to slide his girth into your mouth. his precum coating your tongue as he thrusts in and out, fucking your face with the same intensity as hoshina pounds your pussy. the sensation is absolutely unbearable, between narumi taking up your throat while hoshina fills you from your cunt, you can barely think straight. the ache between your core cooling down while they’re using you like a toy. the rough treatment sending you closer to yet another orgasm, making your body tremble beneath the two men, craving your release despite already being an overstimulated mess.

hoshina picks up the pace once he notices your shaking figure, his hips slamming against your ass over and over again with brutal force. each thrust coursing through your body, feeling euphoric and making your toes curl and your nails dig into the sheets. "fuck, you're so tight. can feel ya squeezing me dry, darlin’," hoshina groans, kicking his head up in pleasure. "ya gonna cream around my cock, huh? while your own captain is fucking your slutty lil’ throat?" although you give no reply, not while your mouth is full of cock. of course, that doesn’t stop his words from going straight to your core, letting out a muffled cry before coming undone all around hoshina’s cock. your body trembling as he holds you tight, slamming into you even harder, fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his own.

narumi, too, seems to be nearing his limit, especially after hearing you cum underneath you. his grip on your hair tightens as he drives his cock deeper down your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. "swallow it," he growls, his eyes dark with lust. "swallow it all, kitty. gonna make you choke on my cock while i fill that mouth of yours with my cum."

the thought of tasting narumi's essence while being fucked senseless by hoshina is enough to send your overstimulated body into another dimension. clamping down around Hoshina's throbbing length, milking him for all he's worth. almost at the same time, you feel yourself getting filled up from both holes. hoshina’s hips stutter one last time before stopping inside of you, you can feel his dick twitch as he floods your pussy with his cum, letting out a low moan at the pleasure. at the other end, narumi is babbling incoherent words at you as he desperately ruts into your throat, reaching his own high. hot cum spills down your throat as you choke on his length, narumi not giving you time to breathe until he’s sure every last drop has made it down your throat.

narumi pulls out of your mouth, leaving your lips with a wet pop. “open,” he orders, holding your cheek with his large palms. too fucked-out to do anything but obey, you open your mouth, showing him the remnants of his cum on your tongue.

“good girl,” he caresses the skin as he admires his masterpiece, then helping you up onto the centre of the bed. in the meantime, hoshina has pulled out, letting his cum slowly ooze out of your seeping pussy. you lie helplessly on the large bed, the two men admiring you from either side.

despite the two men devouring you, the ache in your core from the aphrodisiac persists. your body clearly not satisfied with it’s current state. you weigh your options, debating on pushing the situation further. before you can even think it over, hoshina’s fingers graze over your stomach, and without even thinking, you let out a soft moan. they’re both initially taken aback by the noise but not long after, their shock develops into something more as narumi cages you underneath him.

“what’s this? all that and you’re still not satisfied?” he’s mocking you at this point. “you see this, hoshina? guess we’ll have to fuck her dumb again.”

the vice captain, amused by your little show, smirks. “how quickly will you come undone this time, darlin’?“

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©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:Narumi was a very possessive man, so when he sees you and Hoshina getting along a bit too well, he decides to show you both just who it is you go home to every night. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗:Gen Narumi (Kaiju No. 8) 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙:1.3k 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘:Fem!ReaderxNarumi.⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:Exhibitionism, filming with the intent to send, oral (m!receiving), masturbation, face fucking, praise, possessive behavior, slight manga spoilers, slight mentions of implied Hoshina x Narumi, facial.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:I'm obsessed with these two fighting over reader. So I absolutely had to do a flip of the Hoshina one from last week oops. (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ I'm not gonna lie, of all of the fics I've written this one was definitely my favorite and the most fun to do. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I hope you enjoy! The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

 “Gods, baby, look so fucken pretty like this”

Narumi purred, the sight of you settled on your knees between his thighs practically had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Reaching down, he delicately brushes your hair from your face, giving him, and the camera, full view of your beautiful face inches away from his covered cock. He could feel himself throbbing against the confines of his uniform, cock in desperate need of attention. He had never been so hard in his life. You looking so gorgeous on your knees for him coupled with the idea that Hoshina would be watching him claim you so absolutely sending him into a fit of need.

Narumi was a very possessive man, after spending so long on his own, he was very possessive of the one person he decided to spend his life with. You showed Narumi affection, even the slightest amount in the beginning, and he was smitten. He never knew how much he craved someone by his side, never imagined being so in need of your affection, and never hoped anyone would love him the way you did. So upon seeing you getting so cozy with that rotten bowl-cut jerk with their most recent visit to the first division, he knew he needed to very explicitly show him just who your heart (and your body) belonged to in the form of a nice little video he would send to him at the end of the night.

He groaned as you looked up at him and effectively the camera once more hands trailing up his body until you reached the top of his uniform’s zipper. Angling the camera to show the exposure of his body as you drug down the zipper, toned from years of training and being a captain. Throwing his head back as your hand comes in contact with his cock, now only separated by the thin material of his underwear. A shiver running up his thigh as you tease him rubbing him through the fabric, going as far as to lean forward, kissing the tip of his covered cock. A deep groan rumbles in his chest overcompensating for the whimper that threatened to escape, knowing Hoshina would more than tease him for being reduced to a whiny bitch for his girlfriend, unsure why the idea of that made his cock twitch.

“Go on baby, it’s all yours… take it.” He cooed, a desperate edge to the tone of his voice.

You lick your lips, deft fingers pulling Narumi from his underwear, showing off his cock to the camera. Placing a wet kiss to his tip, making a show of kitten licking his tip, collecting the precum that had bubbled over on your tongue and showing it to not only the lens but to Narumi, catching the muffled ‘fuck’ that is mumbled under his breath at the sight. You were more teasing in your movements, missing the way Narumi would have been whining by now, pleading for you to stop teasing him. Especially, when you flattened your tongue licking up the length of his shaft, pressing specifically on the sensitive vein that ran along the underside. The most you got from him was a shiver and a shuddering breath, it seemed like you weren't the only one putting on a show for the camera.

Tour tongue circles the mushroom tip of his cock, paying special attention to the stretch of skin at the underside, knowing that was where he was most sensitive. Your efforts are rewarded with a throaty groan, Narumi’s head being thrown back, the hand not holding his phone finding purchase in your hair. He tried so desperately not to buck his hips upward, his body was always so responsive to you. As you kept your attention to that spot, however, he couldn’t help it. A whine escaping his lips, need coating his voice as he spoke.

“Fuck, baby girl, stop teasing.. need to feel more of your mouth bunny.”

Despite how wrecked he sounded, you were the one who felt destroyed, his words and the tone he spoke them in going straight to your cunt. Giving in to his request you sink your mouth on him, the groan he lets out has you whimpering around his cock. Unable to help it you let your own fingers slide past the waistband of your panties, the pads of your fingers finding your clit. Drawing circles on your sensitive nub as you begin to bob your head up and down the length of his cock.

“Fuck, bunny, are you playing with your cunt? That’s so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot.”

He groaned, the thought that you gained pleasure from pleasuring him making his cock throb within the confines of your mouth. The vibrations of your moans against his cock had Narumi losing control, hips bucking up into your face. Fist gripping your hair still to force you to take more of him into your waiting throat. Narumi’s rough treatment has you picking up the speed of your fingers. Tears spilling past your lashes obscene noises of the ‘shlick’ of his cock entering and exiting your mouth coupled with both of your moans. Your hips ground down on your fingertips, corners of your vision going white as your pleasure builds, drool dripping down your chin and down your neck. You were sure you looked absolutely destroyed, but it only managed to spur him on.

“Gonna fuck that cute little throat baby, want to feel my cock in the back of your throat baby? That what you want?” He asks, groaning out his words, coated in pleasure. “Go ahead baby keep playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck your face, want you to cum with me yeah?”

His words were filthy, spoken in a breathy timbre as he felt his high approaching. You were just a step ahead of him, fingers trembling against your sex, moaning pathetically around the cock that was fucking the back of your throat. Your throat contracting around him, body wracking with sobs as you came, hips bucking into your own touch. The thought that you just came while sucking his dick sent Narumi over the edge. Pulling you off his cock with a ‘pop’ using his grip on your locks as leverage to do so. He was quick to move his hand to his cock. Grinning at the way you loll your tongue out of your mouth, lips parted wide as his hand jerked off his cock. Head thrown back as his hips jerk, fucking his fist, cumming with a loud cry of your name. Eyes rolled back as he paints your lips, face, and tongue with his cum. The phone picks up on the shuddering breaths as he comes down from his high

“Alright, Hoshi” He taunts, using the nickname he knew he hated. “If you’ll excuse me I gotta eat my girl's pussy until she paints my face, hope you liked the show pookie.”

Sticking out his tongue with a raise of his middle finger, he ends the video, sending him the text before tossing his phone to the side. Intending to make good on his words and ignore his phone for the remainder of the evening.

Bonus:

Hoshina’s heavy breaths fill the confined space of his office. In one hand was his phone, eyes glued to the device, watching the way you took Narumi down your throat. The other hand occupied with pumping his own cock. Cheeks painted red, half of him feeling so pathetic to be jerking off to a video that was certainly sent only to show that you could never be his. But on the other hand, surely you both wouldn’t have sent him this if you didn’t want him to watch it. His head was tossed back, biting the collar of his jacket to muffle his cries as he came, cum painting the screen of his phone just as it ended on Narumi’s smug face. Feeling so conflicted, not knowing if he wanted to steal you for himself, or be wedged between you both. He blamed the racing of his heart on the fact that he just came and not on the polarizing feeling blooming in his chest.

“That motherfucker.”

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[akazukin-chan]

BLUEPRINT

Soshiro Hoshina is great at following blueprints and maps, always finding his way back to you. Right?

TAGS . . . fluff/crack, clingy Hoshina, reader is called 'beautiful', this is my first time writing for kn8, expect more in the future! dedicated to @nyxypoo , for helping me organize my brainrot, and also to @maruflix , for introducing me to the manga in the first place.

Soshiro "Don't get attached to anyone" Hoshina had finally come to terms with the fact that, in order to sleep he needed warmth; one which only a human could provide.

Which is why he found himself in the wee hours of the morning completely awake, unable to catch a wink of sleep. His fingers desperately tapped over the screen of his phone, typing a message. When he sent it, his attention shifted to the background photo of his chat—a picture of a certain officer watching the sunset on the dormitories' terrace.

SOSHI <3 02:41 When are you cominggg I need you

YOU 02:41 I'm going in rn, I'll be there in 5

SOSHI <3 02:42 I'll get the toolbox then Good luck, sweetheart

Having been sworn to secrecy by Soshiro himself, you could not afford to have anyone find out about your relationship with the Third Division's vice-captain. It could jeopardize your job as a platoon leader, and also put both of your lives at risk. Because gossip flows like an endless river, and could eventually reach higher-ups, or worse, an identified kaiju disguised in human flesh.

You carefully aligned the screwdriver with the last screw left. Twisting it, you took it off and placed it with the other three under your pillow, inhaling deeply before taking off the vent panel and sliding in.

You knew the route like the back of your hand, the flashlight from your phone now deemed as unnecessary, for the amount of times in which you crawled through the Third Division's vent systems exceeded the hundreds. The cameras in the hallways would deem it suspicious if you went to sneak out to Soshiro's room directly, which is why you settled on using the vents.

You crawled and crawled, turning every few minutes until you reached your opening. Poking your head out you saw your boyfriend, waiting for you with open arms.

"Aww, is my little worm ready to be carried?" he cooed, his arms now on your sides as he pulled you towards him. You scoffed at the name, "You call me a worm again and I won't help you ever again."

He tilted his head back as he laughed, heading back to his bed, which had the covers already pulled back. He climbed in and patted the spot next to him, grinning from ear to ear when you laid next to him as he took the opportunity to place his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist.

"You've no idea how much I missed ya, darlin'."

"We saw each other in the cafeteria a few hours ago, Soshi" you smiled, your fingers running through his hair. You felt him pout as he whined, stating that a few hours were enough to drive him wild.

"Y'know that's not enough, beautiful."

When you agreed to date the Soshiro Hoshina you knew what you were signing up for. Every breathing moment, the vice-captain had to have his hands on you, whether it was his hand grazing yours during meetings, to him latching on to you in order to sleep.

You were his drug. Plain and simple.

It didn't take long for your boyfriend to fall asleep. Your presence alone was comforting, with your body offering him the peace and quiet that he longed for after a hard day at work. Unbeknownst to him, you took a bit longer to join him in dreamland, as you first had to hear the little sentences your boyfriend murmured here and there while fully asleep.

On tonight's menu? "...jus' wanna... be like this... forever."

Apparently, 'forever' lasted for around... half a day. 'Forever' did not include an incident with a honju, which ended up in you having to stay in the infirmary, after stepping in to help someone from your platoon.

Bed rest was mandatory. Those were the orders given to you by the vice-captain, after all. Having encountered and fought a fungal-type kaiju, he demanded you spend the night in the infirmary, in case there were any issues with spores.

Soshiro eyed the photo on his phone various times, only stopping to check the time. 1:34 am. Good enough, right?

SOSHI <3 01:35 Alright beautiful, I'm going in I think you're gonna have to get up from the bed to let me in tho I'll let you know when I'm there

YOU 01:36 The iv is in my left arm so I'll be good Good luck, handsome!!

The flashlight on Soshiro's phone was on, the photo on his screen displaying the blueprint of the vent system. The trajectory was simple: go straight, then right, then right again, and then straight into the infirmary vents. Plus, it would be way easier for him to recognize, as you promised him you would play some music from your phone for him to know which room it was.

And so, Soshiro Hoshina embarked on what could be the hardest mission of his life. He wondered how you were able to do this every night without fail, then do it again in the morning before the other platoon leaders woke up. He gained newfound admiration for you as he crawled his way into your room, his forehead red from hitting his head against dead ends multiple times.

At last, he found the panel.

There it was, the soft classical music playing in the room. Weird, he thought, Yn never really listens to this type of music. He shrugged it off, believing that it might have been a special signal just for him.

"Psst—hey—special delivery coming through."

Silence. You must have fallen asleep.

"Yn" he whisper-yelled, "Angel, open the vent for me, yeah? It's kinda cramped in here."

No response.

He sighed as he pressed the call button, uncomfortably holding the phone against his ear. When he noticed your phone didn't ring, he assumed it was silenced. The vibrations surely would wake you up, right?

YOU: Soshi, are you here? I don't see you anywhere

SOSHI <3: Angel I'm here, I followed the music—didn't know ya liked classical

YOU: Classical? Baby, I'm playing Ciara.

SOSHI <3: Then whose room am I in?

The moment Soshiro heard the growl of a feline, he ended the call.

SOSHI <3 02:53 HOLY SHHIT I THINK I ENDED UP IN CAPTAIN ASHIRO'S ROOM

YOU 02:53 HOSHINA THAT WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE DID YOU EVEN READ THE BLUEPRINT???

SOSHI <3 02:54 Oh so I'm Hoshina now. You don't love me. Btw I'm stuck and Bakko found me I love you

"Vice-captain Hoshina? Is that you in the vent?"

Soshiro Hoshina swore he had shit his pants.

[akazukin-chan]

investigation: start! ⤫

➢ summary: when visiting the third division, there’s never a shortage of questions and confusion about you. a few take it upon themselves to get to the bottom of it.

➢ content: hoshina x fem!reader, 2574 words, nosy officers, jealous hoshina, suggestive at the end, iharu has a crush on you, slight spoilers for the manga for certain instances to make the plans make sense but it’s vague

➢ notes: i was reading thru character profiles and it made writing this a little easier w the interactions 🫡 hope u enjoy

prequel - pt. 1 of slice & dice - pt. 2

The lives of the higher-ups were always a topic of discussion for the members of the defense force. If anything, it seemed to be entertainment and gossip to exchange and bond over between divisions. One of the hot topics includes Commander Ashiro’s childhood, courtesy of Kafka. 

The only person they couldn’t get anything on was their own Vice-Commander. He was already an enigma himself with that cheerful yet unsettling grin, and they were all witnesses to the receiving end of his narrowed stares during training. The most they could get out of him was a boisterous laugh that shared nothing. They were getting bored. 

But with boredom comes the urge to seek new things. And in this case, dirt on Vice-Commander Hoshina.

There wasn’t much they could see initially–until you came along. 

Now, you weren’t an uncommon sight for the Third Division officers. They would see you hanging around Okonogi or eyeing a few of the new officers during training with an intense gaze that they didn’t know if they should feel flattered or intimidated. Most of the time, however, you were in close proximity to Hoshina. During division meetings, the officers never saw a day without the two of you conversing in some way whether it be through words or standing right next to each other. There was no blatant physical contact but the distance between you two was a little odd to say the least. 

So some took it upon themselves to start a mission.

Kikoru would never voice her true intentions out loud but it was clear that she was as invested as her companions were if her constant questions about the matter said anything about it. She was influenced by her close peers and their enthusiasm definitely fed that.

Reno didn’t want anything to do with it… at first. He changed his mind after only an hour and he thinks it’s due to spending too much time with a certain someone who loved entertainment. Iharu sneezes in the distance. 

Kafka was simultaneously wanting to join the younger members in their antics, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk another week of pushups. While he would admit that his arms were tougher, those exercises reminded him of the embarrassment every time he miscalled his commander. But the thought of having some knowledge about Hoshina was interesting, to say the least. 

It seemed they were all bored overall. 

Ultimately, they all decided to make a plan and figure it out separately. Your division was visiting for a week and reconvening would wait until the weekend. It was time to investigate. 

Minase was the one to kick it off, prompting her fellow members to gain more confidence. It all started with an innocent encounter in the operations room when she, Kikoru, and Hakua passed by. 

There were voices inside but the most prominent ones were yours and Hoshina’s. The Vice-Commander was a little surprised to see them when they intercepted at the door but it is quickly masked when you step out, a hint of a smile on your face possibly due to the joke he told you only moments before.

“Now, what’re you three doin’ here?” The Vice-Commander asks, hands in his pockets while you stand slightly behind him with your head tilted. 

Minase always had a good ear being a great listener for her peers and was able to hear what he had said to you. It was a flirty quip, but not enough to not be told to a close friend. Upon seeing that she had caught both of your attention, she smiles.

“Good afternoon!” You greet her as well but a silence falls over you five. It’s a bit awkward–Kikoru side-eyes her friend to see what the whole stopping and rushing over here was for, but Minase had a plan already set. “We were actually looking for you, Commander,” she looks directly at you and you raise a brow at the implication of her tone.

“Oh?” You take a step forward. “What for?”

“Some training tips, is all. After the last session you gave us, it motivated us to work on our blade work even more!” Like Hoshina, your preferred way of fighting had nothing to do with the guns everyone else used. You hum in acknowledgement. 

The Third was full of promising new officers and it would be a waste to not help them hone their skills even more. But you were sure Hoshina was pushing them enough with his own swordsmanship. You even learned a lot from him yourself. 

Hakua stifles a choked sound when Minase elbows her gently, not expecting to be put on the spot just like that. And despite already being told of their group’s plan beforehand and having her outgoing personality, it was still a nerve-racking request. 

“Y-Yeah! You seem close to Commander Narumi so we thought you guys would have similar fighting styles.” In your head, you think they’re referring to how he’s the strongest and anyone would want to learn from the best of the best. Gen wasn’t the easiest to get a hold of and you felt flattered they would ask you directly, so of course you would help out.

On the side, Kikoru is tasked with watching the Vice-Commander. Not all reactions were verbal and she was the most observant of the three, but she couldn’t maintain her eyes on him the whole time lest he get suspicious. 

But now she thinks her eyes have deceived her. At the mention of Commander Narumi, Hoshina’s eyes peek open. She sees how they darken more as Hakua talks about your fighting styles but just like his initial surprise earlier, that expression left as quickly as it came. 

She tucks that away.

Vice-Commander Hoshina had his “Kaiju killing eyes” at the mention of Commander Narumi. Don’t know what that could mean. - Kikoru

That’s jealousy! - Minase

Now you see what I mean about his eyes?? - Kafka

Iharu was infatuated with you from the get-go, though you would say that his first inspiration was Commander Ashiro. Saving him that day was what began his journey into the Defense Force, but it was you who motivated him to alter his fighting style to keep up with Reno. 

Speaking of the latter, he was sitting beside him in the cafeteria as the two tried to think of a plan for their part. They caught wind that Kikoru’s group got a promising lead and it was up to the rest to solidify it. But they’ve been stuck for the past hour trying to come up with their own thing and asking for training would be a stolen idea.

Reno watches as more and more officers walk into the shared area and grab their meals from the line. They’re a mix of your division and the Third Division members conversing among themselves and he immediately sits up with his idea. Iharu turns his head in surprise to find Reno’s attention already turned to him.

“What? Got an idea?” Reno nods fervently and brings both of their heads down to speak more quietly. Iharu raises his brows at the proposal and his cheeks turn pink. He’s outspoken, yeah, and confident, sure, but this was you. 

His friend pleads with him. He relents.

It’s not too long before you step into the cafeteria with the goal of lunch like everyone else. Spending time with Okonogi was great and all but she fried your brain with data only she and your Operations Leader Sora could keep up with. This was grounds for a well-deserved meal before your joint training session as well. 

Iharu watches as you get in line and as he stands up to line up behind you, and like Reno predicted as you grab your tray, you see the officer. To his and Iharu’s surprise, you greet him first. 

“Officer Furuhashi, right?” You ask after grabbing your tray. There’s a bright look on your face at the excitement of seeing the man who impressed your previous Commander. He shakily nods and you smile in response. “Commander Ogata said a lot of things about you.”

Iharu lets out a polite chuckle. “All good things, I hope?” He gets a laugh out of you and you both fall into a comfortable conversation as you move down the line. Reno watches the door and he hopes the timing works out, or Plan B would have to be used. At least Iharu was having a good time. 

It’s when the two of you reach the end of the line and walk towards Reno’s table does Hoshina appear from the doorway. The red-haired officer doesn’t see him yet and your conversation is at the point when you have a hand on his arm as you’re gushing over his newfound ability with his Kaiju suit. He feels a strong hand clamp down on his shoulder and Iharu freezes, looking to his side to see his Vice-Commander. 

“Vice–”

“Afternoon, Officer Furuhashi. Whatcha two talkin’ about?” By then your hand still hasn’t left his arm and he feels Hoshina’s grip get tighter. Iharu places his tray down onto the nearest table and your hand drops to your side but you didn’t notice. 

“His new ability,” you answer, “we were talking about it earlier with the operations team, remember? I was just looking for you, Officer Furuhashi, I’m so glad I got to talk to you.” Your answer is so sincere and he feels like he could melt right then and there. But to the side of him, there was also a strange sensation in the air. 

It was akin to bloodlust. 

“The same here.” Iharu answers and bows, “Please, enjoy your lunchtime.” Before you can say anything more, he turns on his heel straight towards Reno with his head down. 

The two sit there in silence as you look on in confusion before Hoshina pulls you along with him for his lunch. They aren’t looking at the two of you but Reno already got what he needed.

Vice-Commander Hoshina almost broke Furuhashi’s shoulder. I saw he also had one of his blades behind him while they were all talking. - Reno

WHAT?? - Iharu

By the way, what was plan B? - Kikoru

Iharu asks her directly if she’s dating the Vice-Commander. - Reno

HELLO?? - Iharu

Hi. - Kafka

Kafka knew he was going to be the last of the bunch to get this done. The digital community board on their group chat was a smart idea by Minase and he was able to see what the younger officers were trying to do with this mission. 

Kikoru and her friends got the first response but it needed more. Reno and Iharu got the “more” and all-in-all needed one final piece to set the puzzle. Kafka was proud of them but was currently in a situation with absolutely no idea as to what he was going to do. He thought that was more than enough to assume there was a relationship between the two of you, but Kikoru kicked him for that, too.

Was there any way to get you to confess about it? He thought about asking you directly but even though you were younger than him, you still held a higher title. And he didn’t want to face the potential wrath you could unleash for asking such a question. Were you the type to dish out punishments like the Vice-Commander? Again, he didn’t want to risk it. 

He had to do it soon too, you and your division were leaving in the morning and it would be another month or so before you and Hoshina would be seen in the same vicinity. 

Kafka sighs and runs a hand through his hair. This was troublesome but they were counting on him. 

He looks around the library he’s doing his nightly study session and sees that the time is very close to midnight. He’s shocked and now there’s absolutely no way he’s going to catch you at this hour, not unless you were training anyway. His best bet was to find you early in the morning but even that was a bit of a gamble.

Deciding on his defeat, Kafka puts his books and pens away before heading out into the hallway back to his room. He gets a sense of deja vu when he sees the light of the training room still on and assumes it’s the Vice-Commander again, and it wouldn’t hurt to watch him in action, right?

He walks up to the slightly open door and stops in his tracks at the sight. Both you and Hoshina were holding blades. Your’s were slightly longer and his were the typical ones he used during outside missions. Needless to say, they were the real deal. 

In the blink of an eye, you’re lunging towards each other and Kafka thinks if he blinks even once, he’d miss about five slashes shared between you two. Following Hoshina alone was already too much but watching someone match his speed? It was out of this world. 

The match only lasts for about half a minute, ending with a knife to both of your throats from the other. A moment of heavy breathing follows before you groan and toss your head back in exasperation, both of you simultaneously lowering your weapons. 

“I still can’t get that last one right!” 

“It was close! And hey, ya got the blade to my neck.”

“I always get the blade to your neck.” You roll your eyes. Hoshina was the best swordsman there was and it was incomparable to your personal weapon, so of course he would be better than you at it. ‘Whatever, I’m heading to bed.” Hoshina lets out a laugh. You put away the practice weapons and as you head to the door, Hoshina pulls you back to him by your wrist. 

“Wait a second,” he says and leans his head down to yours. 

Kafka, in the meantime, ducked his head to avoid being seen at least a little longer knowing he was not running away to hide in time. There aren't any more words being exchanged and he thinks there’s something else going on in that small bit of silence. 

He pops his head up and makes eye contact with Hoshina’s open eye. 

Got pushups. - Kafka

Damn. Sorry old man. - Iharu

So you got caught? Amateur. - Kikoru

Leave me alone! I tried. - Kafka

So you really didn’t see anything? - Reno

Oh, yeah. They kissed. - Kafka

…

What? - Kikoru

I got caught by the Vice-Commander. Scared me. :(- Kafka

…

HUH?? - Kikoru

Bonus:

After Kafka leaves, his head hung low at the premonition of more punishment, your arms stay on Hoshina’s shoulders. 

“Did you have to do that?” You muse, playing with the shorter hairs near the nape of his neck. He shivers at the feeling but his eyes open slightly and they’re not looking at you so softly.

“Did ya have to talk about him before training?” He counters back. He knows what you’ve been doing. You scoff.

You also know what he’s been doing. The murderous intention at the mention of you and Gen, the physical warning during lunch at Iharu, and even a mark of possession to the poor older man who was just joining in the fun of his peers. 

“Of course,” you bring him down to you, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. You feel his hands tighten on your waist. 

“What are you gonna do about it?”

©inzaynety 2024

[akazukin-chan]

Kinktober day 5

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎

Warnings: afab reader w gender neutral pronouns, overstim obviously, breeding bc it’s Childe, unprotected sex, softish??!dom!Childe x sub!reader, Childe’s taller than the reader, dacryphilia

An: ITS ME YOUR FAV OWNER AGAIN, I’m really tired while writing this so forgive me LMAOO I hope the post Violetta made yesterday was good enough for y’all even tho I’m obviously better🫶 JKJK also this is kinda short since it’s the middle of the night and i just wanna get this over w😭 I’m gonna post a long Scara angst fic tomorrow or the day after tomorrow so prepare yourselves ANYWAYY ENJOY

Ah, Signora’s dear little secretary was so cute. Running in the hall with papers every morning, messy hair, terrible eye bags from overworking, old makeup still on your face and clothes from the other day still on. Even though some could call you unattractive for “not taking care of yourself” Childe thought it was so cute, the way you devoted all your time into working just so you could climb up the ranks. It was stupid of course, endless meetings and paperwork wouldn’t get you anywhere and you weren’t very compatible in the battlefield either. But that was fine, it was adorable to see you try at least unlike some people who just happened to have a lot of money and now are somehow high up in the ranks even tho they’ve never lifted a finger. Childe was happy to help you whenever you weren’t running around in panic trying to get everything in place. The little smile that would appear on your face whenever he offered to do your work for a few hours so you’d get some sleep would literally make his entire week, you’d see him strutting around with a huge grin plastered on his face and telling any of the agents and mages he could see to go home and rest for the rest of the day. He loved every inch of you, including all the parts he shouldn’t be thinking about, let alone staring. But he couldn’t help it, how could he? You looked so good in everything, he’d hang around you for the rest of the day if he saw you wearing anything remotely tight. He loved you emotionally as well of course, the romantic aspect is way more important than the sexual but sex is still a way to relieve some stress, isn’t it? So obviously he couldn’t help himself when he saw you all stressed out and overworked on a Saturday, he simply wanted to help you relax a little.

“Haa.. Childe!” You moaned into the pillow, tears rolling down your cheeks. The way he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow for god knows how long now was making you cry out, cum staining the sheets from the multiple previous orgasms from both you and him. He seemed far more tired than in the beginning, his pace way sloppier and slower compared to the unbearable slamming from earlier. Your thighs were shaking and you were convinced you couldn’t cum anymore, well you’ve been convinced for a while now but he somehow always proved you wrong, fucking ruthlessly into you until he felt your walls clamping down on him with yet another orgasm. The only thing that kept him going was the image of you with his kids, he’d get you a real nice house and let you be a cute mommy for his children there. Maybe three kids? No, more. There’s always space for more, no?

By owner: 𖤍

[akazukin-chan]

SUMERU CHARACTERS APPRECIATION 🪷

[akazukin-chan]

[akazukin-chan]

The Past and The Present

Sypnosis : You reject Dottore and he comes back for you years later…

TW : Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Dottore is just a trigger warning by itself, not being able to handle rejection, harassment, needles/syringes, and swearing.

(Brief moment of Lisa)

Pairings : Yandere Dottore x Reader

A/N : Yes there will be a Part 2 but not yet because im too lazy. Also let me know if anyone wants to be tagged LMAO

It was just another day in Sumeru Akademiya. You were sitting at your desk listening to your professor’s lesson. You were actively taking notes when you felt eyes were staring into you from behind.

You turned around when you saw one of your fellow classmates named Dottore looking right at you. He sent a wink your way and you turned around feeling creeped out.

Dottore was well, one of the more strange kids.

He had strange ideas and he would often talk about them. Things such as human torture. Well, obviously nobody liked him. Even the professors were weary of him and he was an outcast.

He didn’t have any friends, he would sit by himself as nobody wanted to share a desk with him.

Not to mention that he wasn’t really…good looking.

It was the end of class when Dottore approached you.

“Hey Y/N do you want to be my s/o? He asked with a creepy smile.

“Um no. I’m sorry.” You said as you picked up your books and immediately left the classroom.

After you had rejected him, you started finding mean notes being written on your desk. Dottore would purposely trip you in the halls and everybody would laugh at you. All because you just rejected him. Sometimes he would mess with your notes and rip them.

You tried talking to your professor about it but all you got was “just ignore him” or “it’s not that bad just deal with it” so you stopped trying. You just tolerated the way Dottore would harass you during school and you felt scared to show up to class because he would find a way to fuck up your day.

              —————————————————————

Finally it was the end of the school day and you walked out of the school. Somebody tapped you on the shoulder and it was Dottore.

“Y/N do you want to go out with me” He said with his creepy ass smile as he held out the rose in his hand to you.

You froze and your expression was shocked. You didn’t know what to do.

“No” You responded as his expression was pissed.

Suddenly you felt his hand collide with your cheek. That bastard had just slapped you.

“You will fucking regret ever rejecting me.” He said angrily as he walked away leaving you standing there. 

You didn’t know how to feel. Angry? Confused? Sadness?

From that day on, you never saw Dottore ever again. You were relieved because you didn’t feel scared to show up to class anymore, plus now he didn’t mess with your notes anymore. 

The rest of your days at Sumeru Akadamiya were rather peaceful and now y-

“Y/N? HELLO EARTH TO Y/N? CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

You snapped out of your trance and you looked at Lisa who was standing right beside you.

“Huh? Oh I’m sorry I was busy daydreaming..” You nervously chuckled as you began shelving books at the Mondstadt library.

“It’s fine” She giggled “you weren’t responding and you looked frozen as a statue”

You sighed as the both of you kept reminiscing about the past.

Everything that happened was around 5 years ago. Thankfully, you’ve never seen Dottore or his creepy smile ever again. But you sometimes wonder if he would ever keep his promise. 

That thought alone made you shiver in fear.

The next day you were off from work. It was around night time and you decided to read a book before heading to bed. You were reading your book when you suddenly noticed somebody was staring at you from your window.

You looked again but you didn’t see anyone. That was weird you thought as you went back to your book. 

Suddenly you saw someone at your window again. You were freaking out and you recognized it to be a fatui agent. You looked at your window again and you didn’t see anyone. 

You panicked and you immediately went upstairs. You hid under your bed when suddenly you heard the front door being kicked open. You heard footsteps approaching your bedroom. You held your breathe and your heart was pounding.

Your door was suddenly kicked open and you could see shoes from under the bed. You were scared.

The shoes suddenly stopped in front of your bed. You closed your eyes in anticipation but nothing happened. You slowly opened your eyes and the shoes weren’t in front of your view anymore. You were confused.

All of a sudden Dottore’s head was upside down as he suddenly peaked down at you from on top of the bed.

“Peak a boo.” He said with his crazy smile.

“AHHHH” You yelled as he scared you.

You have never screamed so loud in your life. You panicked and you try to crawl out from the other side of the bed when your arm was grabbed by him.

He pulled you up from the bed and in one swoop he was on top of you. You were panicking and your heart was pounding.

You looked up and you studied his features. His mask was covering the upper part of his face and his two strands of blue hair tickled your throat. His earring was on the left of his face and was dangling as he smiled down at you. Realization hit you when you realized that you recognized the creepy man on top of you.

“D-Dottore? Is that you?” You stuttered as you were scared out of your mind.

“Hmmm yes that’s me dear” He said with a creepy grin as he caressed your cheek. “I’ve come back to fulfill my promise darling”

“W-What?!?! No please let me go!” You begged.

“I’m afraid that’s a no my love.” He said as his gritted his teeth “That’s what happens when you reject me.”

Dottore pulled out a needle and pricked your neck as the liquid entered you. Your face grunted in pain but suddenly you passed out as the contents of the syringe made you feel sleepy.

He smiled at you as you were sleepy and you looked so adorable. He kissed your lips and he groaned as he finally tasted you.

Dottore always kept his promises. That included him making you regret ever rejecting him.

[akazukin-chan]

Guide to Surviving the Yan Harbingers.

Play nice with Columbina, but not too nice. There’s a happy medium that she wants you to situate yourself in. On one hand, it would displease her greatly if you were to ever clearly express your distaste. Still, it would ruin her fun if she acted like a totally lifeless doll. She delights herself in seeing the frustration dancing within your eyes. The way that you seethe internally, acting oh so hard to keep it together in the face of such dire circumstances. In a most innocent tone, she’ll ask provocative questions crafted to make you stumble. Isn’t Scaramouche so impossible to please? Dottore an amalgamation of ego that you’re forced to endure? Columbina knows that by phrasing it like an inquiry, social etiquette will urge you to respond in some way, and forces you into a waltz where the tempo is always off. She adores the way you dance for her. Don’t worry, she’ll stop you before you say anything too damning; if you get in trouble with the others, it means she won’t get to see you as often…

Don’t flinch at the cold kiss of metal caressing your skin upon Sandrone’s prompting. She settles for nothing less than perfection when it comes to her work. When it’s her turn to have possession over you, you’ll be invited into a workshop that few if no one else has ever seen; discarded mechanical limbs littering the floor that you must step over. The creations lying within might look familiar, she tells you. And indeed they do. Atop a crudely shaped torso, with frayed wires poking out from what should be the shoulder socket if traditional anatomy was observed, is a head boasting unblinking eyes the same shade as yours. It’s a work in progress — a love letter to her favorite muse. A croaking voice box whirrs to life within the hollow husk, staccato-like syllables stringing together as the machine says it wants to be just like you. Sandrone claims her little project has been begging to feel your skin as of late. You’ll let it, won’t you? 

Know that if you reciprocate Signora’s affection in full, you might just get burned. Ice is not always meant to be thawed and she is proof of that. You stoke embers within her that she long thought were locked away by the Tsaritsa’s gift, and in doing so, unwittingly place yourself in danger. Signora knows her accursed physiology well enough to sense this. Hence why she treats you with such biting apathy. You are to sit quietly in her presence so she can retain control over herself. If she’s in a good enough mood, you’ll be allowed to entertain yourself with books or other silent hobbies. Still, despite the precautions, her gaze always ends up drawn to you. She’ll part her lips, considering possibilities too good to be true. Thoughts of having you brush through her hair or humming the music she heard in better days of her life tempt her. When you meet her eyes, her face hardens, and she asks who permitted you to do such a thing. Signora learned from her past that feeding the flames never ends well. 

Exercise the utmost obedience with Arlecchino. Her commands are absolute and meant to be followed to the letter, even if they make your life more difficult in the process. She’d rather not acknowledge that the others — underserving as they are — hold any sway over you. To do so would surely stir up strife. She orders you to take off Pantalone’s many adornments in her presence, to scrub your skin raw until Signora’s noisome perfume no longer permeates your skin. This inevitably leads to problems anyway, with you at the unfortunate center. Arlecchino has you traipsing across a tightrope to satisfy her wishes. She firmly believes that you’re wasted on the others. If she had total control over you, she knows she could make not only herself happy, but you as well. In fits of frustration, she’ll tell you that they put so little consideration into your wellbeing. You wonder if she’ll ever examine her own actions with such scrutiny. 

Seek out Scaramouche even when he acts like he wants nothing to do with you. It was almost a relief the first time he shooed you away — in your naivety, you thought you’d get a well-deserved break from dealing with these impossible creatures. When you actually went to dismiss yourself, it soured his mood for the rest of the day. No, this isn’t what he wants, you realized as your fingers hovered over the doorknob. He wants you to fight back. Tactfully, of course, it wouldn’t do for you to backtalk openly. It flatters him greatly when you persist in staying with him, despite his persistent prickliness. Say that if it pleases him, you’d love nothing more than to spend just a few more minutes in his presence, should he be gracious enough to the grant privilege. He’ll make a big show of sighing and making it seem as if he’s begrudgingly accepting your request. If you insist, he’ll tell you. You can tell you’ve done well by the grin he’s barely able to suppress.

School your facial expressions in the presence of Dottore, who doesn’t take kindly to any perceived criticism of his dubious morality. While you’re only able to comprehend a fraction of his mad lectures, what he speaks of disturbs and chills you to the bone, keeping you away at night as if someone was holding your eyelids open. However, he doesn’t want another critic. He wants you to be left in awe over his uncontested intellectual prowess. It must make the minds of his cohorts look dull in comparison, he figures. A transcendent mind such as his has got to earn your admiration. Dottore feels you’re his cute little pupil. When you appear confused by the depth of his designs, expect him to cling to your side even longer, he won’t be content until you sufficiently understand. This is more of an excuse to talk to you longer, especially since your attention is always in high demand. 

Always wear the gaudy gifts that Pantalone insists on bestowing you. Not only must you pretend to be grateful for the displays of profligacy, but you must act excited too. It’s enough to antagonize what few shards of pride you have left to cling to. He’ll clasp necklaces around you that feel tighter than a noose, set crowns on your head so heavy with the burden of their jewels it becomes a struggle to look anywhere but the ground. You’re cursed to feel his presence even in his absence. It’s a bitter reminder that at this point, the only thing you’re missing is a collar. The others share your opinion and are free to voice their dissent while you must bite your tongue almost hard enough to bleed. Signora says something daintier that complements your complexion would be better, whereas Scaramouche longs to rip the ostentatious ornaments from you entirely. Pantalone just chuckles and says it’s your decision. Don’t you like his gifts? Always nod when he asks you this.

Be wary of accepting Childe’s supposed sympathy, for he is just as guilty in your subjugation. The best actor is one who makes you forget you’re watching a play. As a mere member of the audience, it is never your place to express dislike of the script, no matter how much the characters on stage oppress you. Childe sets himself up to be your favorite by playing your advocate. He’s not against your suffering, so long as he gets to be the balm that makes it all better. He affirms the thoughts you hold prisoner in your mind, for if you were to speak them, there’d be hell to pay. Makes jokes about how creepy Sandrone’s predilections are or how impossible it is for you to please Signora. Not him, however, he promises that there’s no need to be so on guard in his presence. It’s so tempting to buy into it. You’d do well to remember he is not the ally he portrays himself to be, he’s every bit of an enemy to your self-interest as the others. 

[akazukin-chan]

ONS Guren LN Masterpost

Updated as of 10 August 2021, added Volume 1 Chapter 5 Part 2 of Catastrophe at 16

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CATASTROPHE AT 16

Volume 1:

Prologue: Full (tang-wei)

Chapter 1: Full (tang-wei)

Chapter 2: Full (tang-wei) 

Chapter 3: Full  (tang-wei)

 Chapter 4: Full (tang-wei) 

!!NEW!! Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2 (tang-wei) !!NEW!!

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Afterword

Volume 2: 

Prologue (owari-owari) Chapter 1 (owari-owari) Chapter 2 (owari-owari) Chapter 3 (owari-owari) Chapter 4 (owari-owari) Chapter 5 (owari-owari) Chapter 6 (owari-owari) Chapter 7 (owari-owari) Epilogue (owari-owari) Afterword (owari-owari) 

Volume 3: 

Prologue (applepling)

Chapter 1 (owari-owari)

Chapter 2: Full (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 3: Full (tang-wei) (Chinese raws)

Chapter 4: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (2minutesofyourtime)

Afterword: Full  (2minutesofyourtime)

Volume 4:

Prologue: Full (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 1: Full (2minutesofyourtime)  

Chapter 2: Part 1, Part 2 (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 3: Full (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 4: Part 1, Part 2  (2minutesofyourtime) 

Epilogue: Full (2minutesofyourtime)

Afterword: Coming soonish

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Note: The Epilogue comes first, strangely. 

Epilogue: Full  (2minutesofyourtime)

Prologue: Full (tang-wei)  

Chapter 1: Full (tang-wei)

Chapter 2: Full  (tang-wei) 

Chapter 3: Full  (tang-wei)  

Chapter 4: Full (tang-wei) 

Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 (2minutesofyourtime) 

Afterword: Full (2minutesofyourtime) 

 Volume 6:

Prologue: Full  (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 1:  Full  (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 2: Full  (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 3: Part 1, Part 2   (2minutesofyourtime)

Chapter 4: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4  (2minutesofyourtime)

Afterword: Full (2minutesofyourtime)

Volume 7:

Chapter 1: Full (tang-wei) 

Chapter 2: Full (tang-wei) 

Chapter 3: Full (tang-wei) 

Chapter 4: Full (tang-wei) 

Chapter 5: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4  (tang-wei)

 Afterword: Full  (tang-wei)

 Drama CD transcriptions 

1: Full (2minutesofyourtime)  

WORLD RESURRECTION AT 19

Volume 1:

Colour Illustrations: Full   (tang-wei)

Prologue 1: Full   (tang-wei) 

Prologue 2: Full  (tang-wei) 

Chapter 1: Full  (tang-wei)

Chapter 2: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  (tang-wei)

Chapter 3: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[akazukin-chan]

embarrassing moments with bonten during the nasty AJSDBDHBWEIUFCHJWH PLSPLPLS

Awkward moments with them during the nasty

NSFW!!! be warned dont read further if ur a minor pls🤨

with: BONTEN with fem!reader

cw: pure embarrassment

MIKEY

ah the first time you squirt on him while he’s eating u out

and he just kept his eyes closed

“did you just piss on me?”

you apologize immediately because he sounds so upset and you should’ve gave him a warning lmao

still think its hot tho

but the way he said “did u just pee on me” is probably the worst way of saying that

and both of you just went quiet after that its so awkward.

SANZU

accidentally slip it in your asshole

he’s going to fast and prolly because of your wetness too his dick slips out alot

until he accidentally put it in the wrong hole lol

who wouldn’t scream to the pain?

“OH SHIT- IM SORRY OH MY GOD SORRY” sanzu exclaimed and pulled out immediately

“IDIOT I TOLD YOU NOT THERE” u smacked him

he apologized again but continued to fuck you, but this time in the right hole

and after that you probably cant sit properly and the idiot just laugh at you

not regretting it what so ever, what do you expect its sanzu.

KAKUCHO

both of you decided to have a intense shower sex

he’s going so fast— desperate for his release that he ended up slipping, ass hitting the floor so hard

really? when he’s about to nut? that’s just embarrassing

“what the- kaku are you okay?” you look at the man on the floor, while still in the position— covering his face cuz of embarrassment

“god how embarrassing, i think i hit my head”

and….you ended up driving him to the hospital to get him checked

thank god he survived tho

AKASHI

he’s into weird position like

positions that makes your pussy queef

and thought you farted on him and chuckled

“kashi— would you go in properly— its queefing i guess” you managed to say in between his thrust

cue the randoms queefs lol

“how cute……you pussy’s making a noise, what did you eat huh” he again chuckled

then u smacked him on the head “ITS NOT FART— GO IN PROPERLY I SAID”

he still didn’t stop or what— go in properly

he kept on going it for his own entertainment since he discovered it

idk maybe he likes it or he loves it seeing you embarrass idk

RAN

classy man yes or not?

he tried those petals on the bed and floor in the fancy hotel he got

and candles everywhere — as the only light source in the room as it looks so romantic and lovely

ofc you guys ended up fucking, but those petals really itching your back and u cant tell him, he might feel bad

then he ended up knocking down one of those candles, the curtain caught the flame snd now there’s fire spreading

“fuck wait— im close…wait-wait” as he chased his own orgasm

“RAN WERE DYING GET OFF”

and people came in your room while you guys are still butt naked, plus the explaining that u guys need to do

he ended up paying for the damages

RINDOU

“rin….my clit..” you whined

he rubbed your labia instead thinking its the clit

rubbing it too fast too while looking at your reaction

its not just he got it wrong but he’s also dont know how to properly do it, but u dont wanna be mean

and even have the audacity to ask you

“why aren’t you moaning?”

you almost crack up but intead you guided his fingers on your clit

“thats the clit rin…..”

“oh….sorry i didn’t know”

bruh but keep on coming back to the labia

KOKO

probably that one time you gave him head

he didn’t tell you he’s about to cum that he literally shot his load down your throat

and you choked because of that— some even came out of your nose

you cough for like a good 5 minutes

“koko why didn’t you tell me- oh” you said followed by a cough

“damn im sorry i thought you already know im gnna cum- eh…..you need water?”

“GET ME ONE. NOW”

MOCHI

idk prolly threw you on the bed

and u hit your head on the headboard

knocked out

and you remember waking up to the hospital with bandages on your head

“my fucking god im sorry— its my fault i threw you” mochi on the floor kneeling and apologizing

“fuck you, i came to fuck you what did u do”

but u ended up forgiving the man bc he obviously didn’t mean it haha.

[akazukin-chan]

MANJIRO SANO X READER - TO BE YOURS

desc: you and mikey are fuck buddies, mikey wants that to change, yet all you do is gawk at emma. mitsuya wants you to judge his projects, one of them being a wedding dress.

warnings: pegging, crossdressing, rimjob.

college au

Sat on a chair beside Draken, and Yuzuha, you played around on your phone, waiting for Hakkai to enter the room again, but in a new outfit. You three have been criticizing Mitsuya's pieces he's been working on for a project, to be fair, Mitsuya was desperate to find people to judge his work, the deadline being tomorrow, and he needed to know what to change,  and what not to change. Yuzuha being nice about it, Draken giving the worst feedback possible, and you being an asshole.

Hakkai walked back inside, showing off what he was wearing, Yuzuha nodding her head, telling Mitsuya it looks great, and praising Hakkai for doing a great job posing.

"What about it, Draken?" Mitsuya asked. Draken just stared, not so sure what to say. It was just clothing to him.

"It looks good," he said for the fifth time already. Mitsuya facepalmed, sighing more.

"(Y/N)?"

"It's meh, I wouldn't wear it...and I wouldn't say Hakkai looks too great in it, I mean just look," you pointed at Hakkai's flat ass. "Where's the pazzaz?"

"I'm about to fucking kick you out," Mitsuya rubbed his temples, pushing Hakkai out of the room again. "Tell Emma to come here in the spring dress, and Mikey too, with the clothing I handed him," Mitsuya ordered, Hakkai nodding, walking out feeling his ass.

Few moments later, Emma walked in, hoping to get Draken's attention this time. She didn't.

Clapping your hands together, you cheered. "Emma, do a twirl! You look amazing in that, show it off more," you grinned, hearing Yuzuha clap along with you.

"What do you think, Draken?" Emma blushed, as if she didn't see you drooling over her in your seat. Draken just nodded, saying it looked good, YET AGAIN.

You wanted to strangle Draken. "Good? GOOD?! It looks AMAZING, now do a pose so I can take a picture, Emma-"

"C'monnn Emma, I'm tired of standing here," Mikey whined, standing by the door. Emma rolled her eyes, sending you a small smile, not really, she was staring at Draken, but you pretended she was staring at you.

Mikey walked into the center, letting the three of you view the outfit. Mikey posing for especially you to see. "(Y/N), take a picture of me!" He stuck his tongue out.

"Shut the fuck up..."

"I think it suits Mikey."

"It looks good."

"Give us nothing...you did not pull this off-"

"(Y/N)! You're judging the OUTFITS, not the PEOPLE!" Mitsuya broke his calm character, way too stressed about this project. "It literally matches the spring dress!"

You gasped dramatically, clutching your heart. "I'm just giving my opinion-"

"Get out."

"Nah-"

"You're not welcomed in this room anymore, I'm calling the college security if you don't leave."

"Mitsuya-"

"Bye."

And with that, you were kicked out of the workshop by an irritated Taka-chan. You were surprised Draken made it inside longer than you, honestly. You were heart broken, you wouldn't be able to see Emma in anymore outfits.

Mikey walked behind you, smiling cheekily. "That's what you get for being so mean to me, huh (Y/N)~," Mikey sang, looking up at you. Giving him an eyeroll, you just smiled, in a really menacing way, Mikey loved that smile.

"What do ya want now? To get fucked again? Don't you gotta model another outfit?" You ask, Mikey stopping for a moment. Yeah, you two were fuck buddies, nothing more, nothing less. It only recently started, the beginning of college, it was a nice stress reliever for the two of you.

The only problem about it was that Mikey was actually in love with you, you didn't show any kind of sign of wanting to be with him in that way back. Even with knowing each other for years, you've only seemed to show interest in other people besides him, a recurring victim being his sister. That was definitely not into you.

"Hmmm, don't be so rude, (Y/N). Plus, I want you to stay by the stall while I get changed, had to sub in for this model's outfit, feel like you'd really like it," the short blonde grabbed your hand, dragging you along with him.

"In your dreams, you got me kicked out of the room-"

"You did that to yourself!" Mikey turned, pouting. "Now wait here, please? I'll buy you lunch," he persuaded, having you sit outside the stall for ten minutes.

"Are you almost done? The fuck are you putting on, a fursuit?" You grumbled, spamming threats to Mitsuya through text messages.

"Stop pestering...it's really hard to zipper—ow!" you swore you heard a loud thump, Mikey assuring you everything was okay.

"Your dick isn't THAT big, you can't be struggling to zip up pants-"

"You really know how to hurt a guy's feelings, huh (Y/N)?" hearing a sigh escape Mikey's lips, along with the knob turning, you turn around, eyes widening a bit, getting a nice look at Mitsuya's supposed project.

It was a mock wedding dress, white laced, poofy on the bottom, it even came along with the veil. You had to do a double take, not sure if you were seeing things right. Mikey in a wedding dress, to think you've seen everything.

Mikey just grinned, walking by you, flipping the veil away from his face. He held his finger to his bottom lip, 'innocently' staring back at you. "Seems like I could only fit in it anyways. You done gawking at my sister, have all your attention on me now? Well that's too bad, you can't have me now—"

Who was he kidding? You were already towering over him, having him pushed against the wall, lips leaving kisses down his neck, and to his slightly exposed shoulder. Breath hitched as soon as your hands made their way up his thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Tellin' me I can't have you, yet you're a fucking mess as soon as I touch you. You are so fucking lucky I can't bend you over, and fuck your brains out right here," you slid your hand off his thigh, patting down the wedding dress. "Have fun being humiliated in the workshop, wish I could be there, gorgeous," you waved, walking back to your dorm room, not so interested in watching his flustered state anymore, you've seen it a million times by now, anyway.

Mikey watched you walk off, heart practically throbbing out of his chest. He hated the feeling, to chase someone he felt he had no chance with, but fuck you put him on cloud nine every time you were with him, you were an addiction he had at this point.

So when he got done being made fun of by Draken, Emma, and Hakkai in the workshop, Mitsuya let him know that the dress was just the draft version, and that he could keep it, all in good fun. Mikey felt ecstatic, wasting no time hurrying to your dorm, pounding on your door waiting for you to open it.

You groaned aloud, throwing your study sheet on the floor, eye twitching. "I'm doin' work right now, you know how dumb this shit is-" opening your door, you were welcomed with a tug on your collar, being pulled down so abruptly, warm lips smashing into yours.

"Why don't you do something more fun?" Mikey held your chin in his hand, pushing himself inside your room, there was no way in hell he was being seen wearing this by anyone else. He only wanted you to see him like this, so desperate, and vulnerable to your touch only. He wanted to know how you truly felt about him, he kept telling himself that he wasn't just your personal fuck toy, believing he was way more than that.

It wasn't long before you left your shocked state, pushing him down on your bed. "The dress-"

"Fuck me in it."

You were surprised that Mitsuya let him take it with him, you were sure if Mitsuya knew Mikey's intentions for his work, he'd throw the dress in a pit of fire instead. You didn't need to be told twice, though. It's been a stressful day for you, this was what you needed.

Wasting no time at all, you yank the dress up to his waist, exposing everything below it. His cock stood up, red head leaking precum, Mikey's legs trembling from the sudden coolness in your room. "No underwear? Seriously, Mikey?" You chuckle, watching the blonde struggle from under you. Fingers wrapping around his erection, you pumped it a few times, whimpers slipping from Mikey's lips. "What if your dress hitched up? They'd see your dick all hard, huh? No shame at all, Mikey, hm?"

A small smile made it's way to his face, hand grabbing your arm. "Was just excited for you, why waste time putting underwear on when you're just gonna rip them off?"

You hummed in agreement, spreading his legs open wide, getting a gasp from him. Your eyes shot down to his hole, fingers already plunging inside, attempting to find his g-spot early.

"Fuck—slow down..!" Mikey threw his head back on your pillow, hand flying to his mouth to cover up his sounds of pleasure. It wasn't helping that your fingers curled perfectly inside of him, stretching his hole out perfectly.

"Fuck, slow down," you mock, laughing. "What? You don't want it, Mikey? You want something else?" You smirk, yanking your three fingers out, waiting for his answer.

Mikey shook his head, a high pitched whine escaping his lips, "Tongue...want it inside of me-"

You had to admit, he looked fucking beautiful in the dress. Not only that, but his face was undeniably cute, a little too cute, it made your chest feel tight. Subconsciously, you moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it. Mikey's eyes widened, you had never done this before, he thought it was too romantic for your liking. Still, he leaned into your palm, his dark eyes staring up at you in confusion, wonder, excitement.

"Sit on my face, baby."

<3

Thighs shaking, Mikey tried to lift himself off of you, yet you pulled him back down, your tongue fucking inside of his hole. Face red, Mikey tried to stare down at you, tears welling up in his eyes. "Uugh...can't..aaah!" His hands reaching the sheets, rocking himself more steadily onto your mouth.

Mikey felt like he was in heaven, already seeing white. Your tongue would plunge inside of him, hitting spots that had his tongue loll out of his mouth, eyes rolling straight to the back of his head.

Your strong hands gripped his thighs, occasionally moving up to lay a firm smack on his ass, always hearing a yelp afterwards from the short male.

The veil fell over his face, the wedding dress doing it's best to stay up under his arms. The moment he looked down, his teary eyes were locked onto yours. He could see the glint in your eyes, one that weren't done. "G-Gonna—cumming!" Eyes closed shut, Mikey let out a filthy noise of desperation, body giving up, becoming straight putty in your hands. His milky cum shooting up his chest, a choked sob left his lips, feeling you lift him up off your face.

"Fuck, that was hot. Not done though, still wanna fuck you properly in that, it just looks so good on you, Mikey," you poke at his side, his gaze drifting away from you in embarrassment.

"...You weren't fucking me properly already?" He panted, trying to wipe the string of drool off his lips. "You're being a meanie, y'know," his face was flushed, trying to still recover from his recent orgasm. You just smile, pinching his cheek.

"Shut up, you love it, don't you? Now be my good bride, and wait here for me," you lay a short kiss on his thigh. Red cheeks, Mikey's mouth gaped open, heart fluttering. He's your bride.

It's been years since you've came into Mikey's life, he hated how cliche it was, but he had a crush on you the moment he met you. Fast forwarding to now, it's not a crush, he was in love with you. He knew you were the only one for him. Why couldn't you just see that? Lost in his thoughts, it took him a while to notice you coming back from your bathroom, with the expected strap.

"You know the drill, turn around, ass up," you pour lube into your hand, wiping it all around the toy.

"No."

"No?" You brow quirked, stopping the rubbing motions. Mikey crossed his arms, pouting.

"I'm your bride tonight, I think it's best if you fuck me like one," Mikey sighed dramatically, his thighs squeezing together. You were amused, you always were with him, even if he was so fucking annoying sometimes. Making your way on the bed, you placed your hand on his chin, grabbing it harshly.

"Fuck you like one? Now how would I do that?" You taunt, using one hand to rip your shirt off, ignoring that you probably popped a button, or two, off of it, forgetting it soon after it hits the floor. "Like this?" You slip the strap inside of him, his warm walls welcoming the toy immediately. It was both of yours favorite, it gets the job done easy, both ways.

One thrust had Mikey in shambles, a small "fuck" slipping his lips. You gave a pat on his ass, waiting for him to respond.

"C'monnn Mikey, tell me how I'll be able to fuck you like a bride, wasn't married before, and you seem to know," you smirk, grabbing ahold of the side of his hips, fucking into his ass in a steady pace.

Mikey pretended to ignore you, whining into your neck, arms wrapping around your back. You didn't like how he wasn't responding, putting a pep to your thrusts, slamming into him much deeper. Eyes shooting open, Mikey let out a slutty-like cry, nails digging into your back.

The strap-on rubbed against your clit perfectly, though you mostly got off on Mikey's whore-y moans, or actions. He does manage to excite you every single time. "Speak your mind, moaning like a bitch in heat isn't a fuckin' answer, Mikey," you groaned into his shoulder. You barely even needed to fuck into him, his greedy hole was sucking you in each time, not willing to let go of the toy.

"Mmph! F-Fuck! You know what I mean, (Y/N)!" he sobbed out, feeling you finally press against his g-spot, sparks flying into his eyes, nails digging into your skin more, and more.

"No. I don't," you tease more, expecting for him to give you a reeaalll slut out answer. You didn't, instead you were met seeing Mikey with tears in his eyes, clinging onto your body as best as he could.

"Fuck me with love, you dum—Aaah!" Slinging your arms behind his back, you propped him up just a little, jackhammering into his needy asshole, choked out sobs leaving Mikey's mouth, holding onto you for dear life.

Lips found on his neck, sucking harshly, you moaned, you listened to his cries, and pleads for you to make him yours.

"D-Don't—Haah...! Don't you dare stop! Aghh!" Wrapping his legs around your waist, he held you closer, blonde locks sticking to his forehead. Mumbling curses, you grabbed his leg, propping it above your shoulder, deepening your thrusts.

"Fuck, Mikey!" You groaned, eyes not once, leaving his gorgeous face. Tongue slipping out of his mouth, back arched, Mikey truly felt as if he was on cloud nine, just as he said before.

"I love you! Aah—I love you so fucking much—you tall fucking asshole-" your lips collided into his, your hand making it's way to his hair, tugging at it.

"Of course you do. You're my fuckin' bride. It's only right if I give you the same amount of love, huh?" You watched his eyes pop open, lips trembling.

Before Mikey could say anything, he felt the toy rut into his prostate, leaving a sensation that had him seeing stars. "C...Cum..!"

"Cum, baby," you whispered, his lips falling back onto yours, feeling a moan erupt against your lips. Cum splattering all over your chest, and the white, laced wedding dress, that you both have now ruined completely.

Pulling out of him, you sigh, coming back from your high. You received a playful slap to your arm right after. "Why didn't you tell me you loved me sooner, you idiot?" Mikey smiled, tiredly. You roll your eyes, falling back next to him.

"Like you weren't in love with me first," you smack the side of his head. "Can't believe I'm in love with...well, not Emma-"

"Way to ruin the mood!"

"Mm, I'm takin' you out tomorrow, we'll go out somewhere nice for a date," you grin, feeling Mikey grab your arm.

"I like that idea, you're paying, right? The bride doesn't pay~"

"Second thought, we're staying home-"

"(Y/N)!!!"

<3

An hour later, Mitsuya came knocking on your dorm room. Rubbing your eyes, you open your door, groggily.

"Have you seen Mikey? He isn't in his dorm room, and I need the dress back. I wanna try to redo the lace off of it just in case the other dress fails-"

To your side was a sleepy Mikey, hair all messed up. "Oh, hey Mitsuya-"

"The dress?" Mitsuya asked.

"The dress..."

"You see, Mitsuya-" you began, but Mitsuya cut you off.

"There's cum on the dress, isn't there?"

"Yeah."

[akazukin-chan]

Bonten's Plaything (Bonten x Reader SMUT)

CW: absolute filth, creampie, orgy, praise, degradation, petnames, weapon use, burns, oral (m and f receiving), anal (kinda, i left it ambiguous), female reader, 2596 words, 18+

The nightclub was dark yet vibrant as strobe lights illuminated random faces in the crowd. Your phone buzzes in your hand, a text notification appearing on the screen. “I see you, meet us in the back. Hall on your right.” Instead of responding you look around, trying to see if anyone seemed familiar. That’s when you see two pretty attractive men on the balcony start walking toward the exit that leads to the private rooms. Straightening your dress, you follow the directions from the text, hoping to meet the men you just saw.

Making your way down the dim hallway, you check the room numbers and try to listen for any voices. Another man walks by you and says “room 8,” putting his hands in his pockets. You stand up straight and walk behind him. He opens a door and motions for you to enter. Before you walk in, you check the number on the side and look at the people sitting around. “Y/N, welcome. I see you’ve met Kakucho,” Mikey says. You turn around to greet the man behind you and he smiles. Mikey and you were friends with benefits, and you already knew a couple of other Bonten members. He didn’t introduce you to his executives until tonight. “Come, sit,” he says, patting his lap. When you take your seat, Mikey pecks the corner of your mouth and moves his hand to rest on your hip. The door opens again, revealing the two men from earlier. “Great everyone’s here. Y/N, these two are Ran and Rindou.” You nod at them and they acknowledge you, sitting across from Mikey. “This one over here is Sanzu,” Mikey says pointing to another man standing in the corner. “And over here there’s Takeomi, Kokonoi, and Kanji.” The other three men sit adjacent to you and Mikey, one of them smoking, the other two counting money. “Shall we begin?”

Kokonoi and Kanji put the money away as Takeomi takes another drag from his cigarette. “She knows why she’s here?” he asks. Your eyes meet Mikey’s and you nod. He answers for you, “of course she does. She’s here to meet everyone.” Takeomi shrugs. Mikey had made you an offer earlier, you could join Bonten only if you could be their plaything. You’d get all the benefits that came with being part of their gang, but you’d have to service the members when they asked. Tonight was like a trial run.

Rindou takes off his jacket and hangs it behind him on the seat. “Get on the table babe,” Mikey orders, tapping at your hip. You stand up and sit on the table, crossing your legs. Scanning the room, you try to guess who would volunteer to go first. “I’m not putting my dick in after all of you,” Takeomi says, getting up to walk over to you. He helps you push up your dress and pulls down the thin lace covering your sex. Takeomi slides a finger on your folds. “This wet already? What a little whore,” he says, collecting more of your juices. He wipes his hand on your thigh and unzips his pants. His tip pushes against your lips before sliding in. You suck in a breath, and look over at Mikey. “Relax baby, we’re gonna take care of you,” he says, hand covering the tent in his pants. The rest of them gather around the table to watch, all of their erections clearly visible. You lean back onto your elbows, the strap from your dress sliding down with each of Takeomi’s thrusts. “So- tight, ugh,” Takeomi grunts. Kakucho appears between Ran and Takeomi, reaching his hand down to massage your clit. “Yes, right there- ah,” you sigh. Your head falls back, wobbling at the pace Takeomi set. Takeomi takes his cigarette and presses it against your inner thigh, making you jerk up with a moan. He smirks as he lightly traces over the new burn. “I knew you’d like that.”

Kakucho starts raggedly rubbing at your clit and you clench around Takeomi. The new pressure brings him to his high as he stills. He pulls out, leaving a trail of cum from your sex to drip onto the table.

Kakucho moves to where Takeomi was standing. His fingers move from your clit downwards, spreading your folds apart. He inserts his middle and ring finger, the movement causing Takeomi’s cum to pool onto the table. Takeomi sits in the back to clean himself up. Kakucho’s fingers curl and pump inside of you. Everyone’s eyes are trained below your waist, watching as his fingers dance around in different motions. He brings his other hand to your clit again, gently rubbing circles on it while his other hand makes ‘come hither’ movements. Your mouth is open as if you want to speak, but nothing comes out. Kakucho looks at you again. “You’re sucking in my fingers like such a good girl. Are you close?” he asks. You try to nod, but you just whimper as your head leans to the side. Your walls constrict around his fingers as your hips lift from the table. He stops rubbing to hold your hips down as you come. Your back meets the table, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Kakucho smiles at you, putting his fingers in his mouth. He hums as he heads to the other side of the room.

Ran takes his spot in front of you as Rindou climbs onto the table. “You’re doing such a good job for us love,” Ran lowly says, stroking your thigh. Rindou lifts you up, pulling you to lay against him. He runs his hands down your shoulders, dragging down your dress straps. Cold air hits your breasts, making your areolas perk. With the extra space in front of you, Ran gets on top of the table. You shut your legs, trying to give him more space. Rindou’s hand glides from your arm to your knees. “Keep them nice and open for him sweetheart.” Ran attaches his mouth to your right nipple, sucking and pulling while his brother plays with the left one. The sensation makes you lean further into Rindou; mewling. “She makes such cute sounds Mikey, why didn’t you introduce us sooner?” Ran says, smoothing over the bite mark he left. Mikey’s arms are crossed and he shakes his head, moving the hair from his face.

Rindou helps maneuver you so that you’re kneeling on the table in between him and Ran. Your arms wrap around Ran’s shoulders while he lines himself up to your core. Once he’s in, his hands go to your hips, pulling you onto him further. He begins thrusting and you feel something cold on your backside. Rindou pours lubricant on you and his shaft as he slides his tip across your backside. He slowly pushes into you, making you cling onto Ran. “Haah- so full,” you breathe out. Ran keeps pulling you to him as he thrusts while Rindou holds onto your waist, jerking his hips up into you. Your breasts hit Ran’s chest with every movement. Rindou keeps one hand on your waist, the other gropes your breast, stopping only to pinch and roll your nipple. Your head flies up as you cry out into Ran’s ear. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep sounding so lovely,” Ran smirks. His pace quickens and you moan in his ear again. Your hand grasps at the hair on the nape of his neck. The different speeds the two brothers go makes your head spin. You’re already overstimulated and this wasn’t making it any better. Rindou tweaks your nipple again and you tighten around both of them. Ran shudders, coming unexpectedly. His jewel adorned hands flex on your hips. He slips out of you and kisses your lips. “Hey. No kissing,” you hear Mikey warn. “So we can come inside of her, but can’t makeout?” Takeomi pipes up. “That’s right. Now, off.” Ran smiles at you and gets down from the table. Rindou pushes your back so that you’re on your hands and knees. His thrusts are relentless, you feel like he might just push you off the table with his cock. Your mouth opens again as you keep moaning. “Oh- oh you’re so big.” Rindou keeps pushing deeper into you, his palm on your back, bringing you closer to his hips.

Kokonoi walks in front of you, unzipping his pants. “Wanna put that pretty little mouth to use?” he asks, stroking his shaft. You nod, moving to lean on your elbows. As you lean forward, Rindou reaches even further inside of you. When your mouth opens wider, Kokonoi slides his cock past your lips. Rindou’s harsh thrusts push you forward onto Kokonoi’s shaft. You whimper around Kokonoi, the vibrations surrounding his manhood. He curses under his breath, his hands going to your head to help you bob around him. Rindou’s going so hard, you try to make him slow down by gently pushing on the space between his abdomen and hips. That doesn’t stop him, but he’s very close to coming. The sloppy mixture of cum and slick bubble onto Rindou’s pelvis and drips down to the tabletop. Rindou grunts and pulls away from you, stroking himself onto your back. He releases, spurting warm, thick opaque cum onto your spine. A few drops get onto your dress that's bunched around your waist. “I’ll buy you a new one,” Rindou says, noticing the mess he’s made.

Kokonoi sticks out his tongue as he focuses on working your throat. You bring up a hand to cup his balls, massaging them softly. After a few moments he lifts your head from his shaft. “I want you to use those talented hands of yours to make me come on your face,” he requests. You wrap your hand around him, jerking him off quickly. When his breath hitches, you bring his tip between your eyes. Stroking him a few more times, he comes, cum dribbling down your face. You put him back into your mouth, cleaning his tip. He takes his thumb and wipes a streak of cum from your cheek, putting it on your lips. You lick it off and look up at him. “Good girl,” he smirks.

Mikey emerges from his spot, his arms still crossed. “Did you have fun?” he asks. You nod, sitting down on the table. “Good, good. Now,” he reaches behind him and takes out his gun. “Are you insane?” Kakucho rhetorically asks. Mikey glances at him for a second before focusing on you again. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

He pulls your legs toward him to the end of the table and pulls down his pants. “Put me in,” he orders. You reach your hand down and hold his shaft, moving his tip around the mess between your thighs. Then you glide your hand up, slipping him inside of you. “Open,” he says, cocking his gun and pointing it at you. You open your mouth and he lays the barrel on your tongue. The other Bonten members watch on in horror and strange arousal. Mikey motions for you to lay on your back. He starts thrusting, one arm outstretched with the gun, the other moving under your thigh. His hand pushes your knee toward your chest as his pelvis smacks your inner thighs. You groan around the metal in your mouth, feeling your second high approaching. Mikey grimaces, the dark circles around his eyes becoming more prominent. He removes the gun from your lips for a moment, a string of saliva connected to it. “Who makes you feel this good?” he asks, expecting a prompt answer. “You do Mikey- ah, only you.”

Mikey hands the gun over to Kanji, who cleans and puts it away. He picks up your other leg and beats into you at a steady pace. The sounds of his skin hitting yours, along with the squelch between your thighs fill the room. Cooled cum on your back makes you slide easier on the table. Mikey’s grip on your legs loosen, dropping them to his sides. He uses the dress around your midsection as a handle, fist gathering fabric to pull you onto him. Your hands meet his for leverage as your head leans to the right and you close your eyes. “Look at me angel,” he says, slowing down his thrusts. You open your eyes halfway, looking down at him. “Tell me what you want.” Your voice fails you the first time, but you speak up. “I- haah, want you to come… come inside me.” Mikey speeds up. “I can do that. You’ve been good tonight.”

He leans, hovering over you before kissing your lips. His tongue slides past yours, opening your mouth a little more. His hips pound into you harder, making you moan into his mouth. After a few moments, he lets go of your dress, slamming his hands next to your head. He frowns, his high approaching sooner than he’d like. Cum spills from his tip, filling you up once again. You squirm under him, milking him for everything he can offer you. Mikey grabs your cheeks with one hand, making your lips pucker. He kisses you one more time before pulling out. “Sanzu, clean her up,” he demands, pulling his pants back up.

Sanzu’s lips stretch into a grin. Your legs are pushed back up as he drags his tongue around the cigarette burn from Takeomi. He flattens his tongue on your labia, collecting the cum around the area and spitting it back into you. He starts eating as if you were his last meal. Your hands reach for his hair, pulling to make him stop since you were close to coming. Despite your attempt, he pushes his face further between your thighs, his scars meeting your folds. His hands wrap around your hips, pulling you closer to his face. Your pelvis involuntarily twitches upwards as you come, but Sanzu doesn’t stop. He continues through your cries, finishing when he decides he’s done. Standing fully, he pulls your arms to make you sit up. You watch him as he pulls your jaw down, cum and spit falling onto your tongue. He holds your chin up, motioning for you to empty your mouth. "Swallow." You do as he says, sticking out your tongue to show him you listened. “So obedient,” he says, patting your cheek.

As they start to leave, Kokonoi puts a band on the table. Ran slides his business card to you. “You’ll answer if I call, right doll?” he asks, dropping his eye in a wink. Rindou hands you his handkerchief, offering to help wipe off your back. Mikey steps in and starts helping you before you could answer. Judging by his actions, you could say he seemed jealous. It wasn’t fitting for him, but you secretly liked it. He pulls the top of your dress back up and helps you get off of the table. “Let’s go to my place, you can take a shower there,” he says, smoothing your dress over your hips. “There’s a car in the back that can take us.” You accept, starting to walk but your knees buckle. Mikey wraps your arm around his shoulder and holds on to your waist. “Let’s go.” He puts your phone and the money in his pocket and heads out the door, leaving Ran’s business card behind. You weren’t expecting Mikey to be so caring, maybe this meant your relationship could move on from being purely sexual to actually dating.

[akazukin-chan]

+ ASPHYXIA +

PAIRING : Shuji Hanma X F!Reader

GENRE : Smut

TAGS/WARNING : Choking. Squirting. Asphyxiation. Use of petnames like bunny. Explicit Smut. Vaginal Penetration. Dacryphilia. I think that's all.

NOTE : A product of yesterday's post and this was supposed to be out yesterday but I didnt know how to end it HDOSHLAHSOW little angst near the end??? Or not really

hanma's hands on your neck are relentless—unwavering as it continues getting tighter and tighter, grip strong and firm to the point of feeling your weakening pulse on the base of your throat throbbing against his palms.

his cock is fat. long and thick member rubbing against your walls with every push—the angry vein lining the sides creating a delicious friction on your tortured hole. and yet despite all that, you can't stop sucking him in—clenching and milking his balls dry until you're leaking all the way down the globes of your ass.

it doesn't help that he's been so harsh with the dirty talk too. words repeatedly ringing in your ears as he reminds you of how you're nothing but his cumslut, a little whore he can play around with, your warm hole his own personal pretty thing to use.

how do you complain? even as he cuts the flow of oxygen in your lungs, all you can think of is gratitude that shuji hanma is even choosing you to fuck tonight. he tells you you're his favorite, that's why your legs open even wider unconsciously—a sting in your inner thighs as he forces you open.

"s-shuji, can't—nghh, can't brea—" you try forcing the words out, an embarrassing mix of a moan and a cry ripping its way out of your throat.

"pretty bunny can't breathe?" he grunts at you, smile wide and cunning as he eyes you from above, hips twisting to hit the spot that has you creaming all over his cock—the translucent remnants of your cream sitting at the base of his length. "can't take anymore? no more, hmm, bunny?"

the mocking tone makes you tear up, tongue rolling out in a futile attempt to breathe better. you rock your hips against his, an attempt to send the message your lips won't say.

he smirks at your movements, pounding into you harder until the squelch of your pussy paired with the slap of his heavy balls on your ass is all you can hear. "that's my good girl."

your vision starts getting littered with black and white spots, consciousness drifting as he tightens the hold around your neck while pumping thick spurts of his cum all over your insides. just as you start to pass out, moans getting louder then softer with drool all over your cheeks and chin, hanma reaches a hand down your clit—pinching to jolt you awake as you spray all over his abs.

he dips down to catch your lips, blonde streaks of his hair falling over your fluttering lids. "beautiful." he spoke against your mouth, sucking and playing with your tongue as his thrusts causes his bare chest to rub against your nipples—heightening your pleasure even further.

he loves it—no, he adores it. the look on your face, eyes crossed, drool glistening on your chin while you struggle to breathe. it makes his cock twitch—making him ram into you even faster, even harder. any time you look like you're on the brink of passing out, he loosens up just a little, kissing and biting your skin then making you squirt over and over again.

he uses you like a fuckdoll, making sure you're all dumb and spent by the time hes done. then, he's gonna be soft with his kisses—caressing you hair and sticky thighs. maybe if he's feeling kind, he will wipe you clean and lay beside you.

if he's not, you wake up the next morning with dried cum around your inner thighs. the bed cold and lonely as you once again experience what it's really like to be hanma shuji's plaything.