#akashi haruchiyo x reader

[strawberrynightmare]

Chifuyu, Kazutora, Yuzuha, Sanzu & Kakucho celebrating their s/o's birthday

Content warning: A tiny little bit of violence

Chifuyu

~Baby. 

~He’ll literally show up in the evening of the day prior with a full backpack and announce that you’re having a sleepover. He’s already brought mangas, food, his hoodie that you like…

~”What do you mean, ‘why, all of a sudden?’ It’s your birthday tomorrow! Which means that we’ve gotta celebrate as early as possible.” He began to unpack. “I wanna be the first to congratulate you on your birthday.”

~He’ll look at you with puppy eyes and pout until you agree. 

~You’re gonna watch serials, do facemasks, eat snacks and read manga together. And it’s not even your birthday yet. And you bet he’ll absolutely spoil you. Like, each time you get up to do get yourself something to drink/eat or anything at all, he’s pressing down on your shoulders to get you back down and runs to get it for you even if you insist that it’s unnecessary. He’s having none of that. 

~Somehow knows how to best keep you awake until midnight and starts counting as if it was a new year’s eve a few seconds before the clock strikes twelve. He’s even more excited than for the new year though. He’s actually screaming out the last few seconds and yells “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE” when it’s finally time. 

~After that, you soon begin to drowsy and end up falling asleep cuddled together with some movie playing in the background. 

~Wakes up before you and makes you breakfast even though he’s already done enough 🥺

~DO NOT LET GO OF HIM. EVER.

~As for the rest of the day, he probably has everything planned. For the whole month before, he’d note down everything and everywhere you look at or mention and takes you there exactly. I feel like he’d make you a shirt with a cringe logo and then make himself a matching one and demand that the two of you wear it together. 

~I feel like he’d collect things that remind him of you when he sees them, then puts them in a bag and give them to you. Your gift comes out as a gathering of different trinkets, each one charming and unique in their own way. 

~Plans out so many amazing things but gets incredibly flustered when you thank him and claims that he didn’t even do anything. 

~Gets the cake from your favourite bakery and treats you to anything else you want to eat. Literally makes you feel like the best person in the world and if you refuse to let him buy you stuff, he ignores you entirely and asks where do you want to go next. 

~Panics if anything goes wrong or you even look not happy enough to him. Even if you’re just quietly enjoying yourself or do not mind a sudden change of plans at all.

~”I don’t care about where we go as long as we get to spend time together, Chifuyu.

~Ok now you broke him. He is malfunctioning, there is steam coming out of his ears and he’s completely red. Stands still in the middle of wherever you are and spends a good while with his face in his hands while you rub his back because god, he feels the same but now that you put it in words his heart is beating so fast it’s like he’s getting a positive heart attack more like happy heart syndrome and is going to die from happiness. 

~Clings to you for the rest of the day. You come home exhausted, but content and fall asleep almost immediately.

~Marry him.

Kazutora

~You are spending your birthday with him and him alone. No buts. He’s gonna ensure that by coming to your house early in the morning. He’ll furiously ring the doorbell until you wake up, get up and open up. 

~And just as you’re about to get mad because who the hell dares to wake you up at this ungodly hour, you’re greeted with the sight of your smiling boyfriend wishing you happy birthday with birthday cake in one hand and a bag with the other and you feel the anger escaping your body like air out of a balloon someone pricked with a needle. 

~Your anger… He sure does know how to ease it. Suddenly you don’t even remember the reason for your annoyance. 

~He’ll sing you happy birthday while you’re sitting on the sofa, still half asleep. And then he’ll hand you the bag with something expensive you’ve been eyeing during your last shopping trip. 

“You didn’t steal this, right?”

“Right, Kazutora?”

(._.)

~Refuses to leave your side as if his life depended on it. Almost everywhere you go, he follows you. Someone could think that there’s an invisible string connecting him with you, not allowing him to separate himself from you further than three metres away. 

~He’ll sit behind you and brush your hair while you get to eat cake for breakfast. After all, why not? He’s nowhere near strict enough to tell you to eat something healthy first. He says he doesn’t want anything to eat, but the moment you try to spoon-feed him, he’s suddenly starving. 

~After you’re awake enough and finished with eating, he’ll drag you out. And it does not matter that you’re still in your pyjamas, he’ll say that it’s clothes like any other but he’ll wait for you to change if you insist.  

~He probably bought tickets to barbie a movie you were hyped up for and he’ll take you to the cinema. Except he does not watch it at all and instead, he uses your distraction to stare at you all he wants, but then he genuinely gets invested in the story line and both of you leave with tears in your eyes and wobbly lips okay but imagine the both of you crying into the other’s arm and comforting each other while looking like absolute idiots

~So to calm down, you decide to go somewhere quiet and peaceful and settle for laying down on the grass of some park or a meadow and look at the sky and talk about everything that you can think about or just exist and decompose in complete silence. Or both.  But of course, not without him gradually shifting closer to you until he’s completely glued to your side and nuzzling his head into your neck. You may or may not end up play-fighting with him because it’s your birthday and it should be you getting to cuddle him all you want. The solution is the two of you holding the other as close as possible, literally melting together. 

~By the time you’re finished, the two of you will probably be hungry again so you go for a proper dinner in a bar for some soup™ and fries and you’re ready to go but not without him stealing food from your plate while looking you straight in the eye. 

~I’ll be honest with ya, he probably called for an emergency meeting with Baji and Chifuyu a few days prior. They rushed to his house upon hearing how panicked and downright frantic he sounded. And what does it turn out to be? Him stressing out over his lover’s birthday. And so, they begin to combine the few brain cells they have left after beating him up a bit for worrying them and figure out where he can take you. It does take them a few hours, but Baji eventually figures out that… His friend should take you somewhere you like!

~It was actually Chifuyu who contacted Takemitchy and gave him clearer ideas. 

~He silently thanks them as he sees you having fun during the day and coming home exhausted but happy. You two finish the day with cuddling together under a blanket and watching a movie, but you end up falling asleep midway. 

~He’s a bit confused, but he’s got the spirit!

Yuzuha

~She’s pretty chill about it. Probably the chillest out of all of the people in this fic.

~Sets up a date on her calendar and casually asks you about what you would like for your birthday. She’s a straightforward person so a straightforward reply would be the most convenient for her, if you give it, she’ll give you just that with some small additions. If you’re not sure, she’ll opt for practical stuff she can actually picture you using, like a nice box, mouse pad, hairbrush and snacks. 

~And she wouldn’t be all for celebrating on the exact day. She would send you wishes, yes, but for a full celebration, she’d probably schedule a saturday or a sunday so that you have lots of time to do nothing. 

~She’ll show up at your door in the late morning with the present and ask if you want to hang out (the only correct answer is yes). If you have anywhere you want to go in particular, that’s where you’re going, if not, she’ll take you straight to her house.

~Hakkai was probably chased away beforehand and is now having his own sleepover with his Toman buddies.

~There will already be a few bowls with crisps, jelly, chocolates and cookies ready on the table. Make yourself comfortable because this will be the chillest day of your life. 

~You’ll probably be binge watching a series you’ve been planning to watch for a long time, but there was never the right moment. Well, there is. Now. And she’ll probably use the opportunity to have an arm around your shoulders or waist as both of you comment your thoughts and theories about what’s gonna happen next. 

~If you agree, she’ll play with/braid/brush your hair since she can never seem to get enough of it (which is totally not an excuse for her to have you sit on her lap. Not at all). It feels so relaxing to have her fingers graze your scalp, it might become hard to focus.  Oce she’s done, she’ll rest her head on your shoulder and breathe in your scent. 

~Surprisingly or not, Yuzuha does not mind gossiping. You might end up playing out little satire scenes to mock the demeanours of your teachers and annoying classmates. And it’s twice as fun since she’s both well oriented in ordinary stuff and gang oriented business as well. 

~Don’t count on any proper meals when you can have pizza. Your girlfriend argues that since these are usually things people don’t eat because they don’t consider them healthy, now you can loosen up and do everything you usually wouldn’t allow yourself to. 

~Same with going to sleep at a reasonable hour. You’re gonna get so invested in gaming together with her, you won’t even notice what hour this is until you glance at the clock and see 1am. 

~You’d probably get a random idea to download some ikemen otome game and play it for fun while continuously making fun of the love interests and their cringe lines. 

~You don’t really “go” to sleep, rather, one of you dozes off at some point and the other turns off the devices and lays next to them. You aren’t necessarily cuddling, but you sure as hell are touching each other in some way. 

Sanzu

~According to his heroic/failure story, as a gift, he’ll probably beat up some people you dislike, shave off their hair and present them to you, records as he pushes them down the stairs or makes them write a 2 000 word essay on how they are shitty people, apologise for it at least ten times and say that they were wrong while begging for forgiveness while he holds a knife to their throat. They probably won’t know who they are apologising to in the first place since he doesn’t want to get you in trouble.

~Whether you like it or not is up to you 👀

~If you appreciate it, he’ll be over the moon. If not, he’ll just scratch his head and give you some random thing he saw in the shop that reminded him of you for some reason. 

~Your friends do not exist to him. He's kidnapping you for the day.

~First things first, asks you where you want to go. If it’s shopping, he’ll carry your bags. If it’s eating, he’ll order you lots of food and insist that you should try a little bit of everything. If it’s arcade, he’ll cheer on you, try to win rewards or play with you if it’s a multiplayer game. Or maybe you want to chill in the park? Sure, he’ll just grab a blanket so that you don’t have to worry about bugs. 

~If you have nowhere you want to go, he’ll offer you a tour around the city, so maybe then you would have an idea. He won’t rush you. Truth is, he’s content as it is because he gets to hold your hand as you rant about your day.

~And he is not leaving your side at all. Not to stop to take something out of his bag, not to check anything out, not to take a leaflet from a polite stranger. He’s always right on the edge of your peripheral vision. His constant presence is rather comforting, it’s always easier to move through life when there’s someone to have your back.

~Cannot believe it if anyone is being mean to you. Even if it’s just a rude stranger, it’s his lover’s birthday and he will absolutely not tolerate anyone ruining it. Won’t even think twice about giving them a black eye if they even look at you wrong. But it doesn’t end with a black eye and you might have to drag him away from the almost unconscious person.

~If you prefer to spend time in the comfort of your/his home, then he’ll be a bit more clingy. You’ll probably play the most random game you find on the internet and it will turn out to be surprisingly fun and intense. 

~Similar to Kakucho, but a lot more quiet. He’s just… not sure what to do. He’s used to his sister dragging him around to shop and following her around and holding her bags. It’s useless to resist. So he kind of expects you to behave similarly. Pouts if you don’t let him carry your bags because you can’t be serious. If you insist on taking them even on the way back, he won’t say anything but he’s gonna stare holes into you.

~If you give up and hand them to him, he’ll give you a sweet smile and if you don’t, he’ll surrender. Probably. Some day.

~It will be one of the rare days he asks you if he can stay over. It’s rare of him to suggest it, so you might be a bit taken aback, but it sure is a nice surprise. 

~He’ll guide you to lay your head on his lap while scrolling through his phone and occasionally showing some funny memes or videos to you. 

~Belongs to team take out, you can have it delivered or go over to the nearby shop and get whatever you like. 

~Birthday with Sanzu is just whatever you want it to be. He’s pretty elastic when it comes to this - he’ll adapt to whatever you want to do no matter what this is. Unless it’s something like “Let’s go to Switzerland!” With his arms under your armpits and an uneasy expression, he’ll drag you away from the airport while explaining that there are plenty of things to do in your own country. 

~But that’s the limit, as long as it doesn’t require a passport, he’ll comply with your requests although he might raise a brow at some of them. 

~You might fall asleep at some point since I hc him as a good cuddler.

Kakucho

~He’d ask you to hang out with him the day before your actual birthday so that you have time to meet some other friends then 🥺 Unless you don’t have any other friends or they’re too busy. Then he’ll be happy to spend your special day with you.

~Although he probably won’t be very keen on having a whole party with your friends. He’s kind of set on having you for himself and you having him for yourself for at least a few hours. In a crowd, he won’t fight for your attention, but rather watch over you from the shadows. Always ready to support you no matter what.

~When there’s only the two of you together, first things first he’d ask you where you wanna go. And that’s where you will go. He’s willing to get dragged around the whole Japan if necessary and you won’t hear a word of complaint from him. Your birthday is a “yes” day.

~If you don’t have any ideas, he’ll suggest the places he thought of beforehand. These places will vary depending on your interests and personality. It can be the playground in the local park, a cat cafe, an amusement park, a museum, an arcade etc. No matter which one you pick, you’re gonna have fun with him. His presence just feels so comforting, it makes you feel like you can have the whole world for yourself.

~Might ask you if you’re having fun once or twice if he notices you being too quiet. 

~Rather than choosing a gift for you himself, he’d rather get you something that you mentioned earlier or take you shopping so that you can choose. He might opt for a little handmade trinket he created himself as an addiction to that. And yeah, you guessed it, he doesn’t buy you a birthday cake either. You choose whatever you want to eat and he’ll get it for you. You know best. 

~Even if you thought that he forgot. Yeah no. He probably set up a date on his phone calendar with a reminder a week, 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days and 1 day prior. But he remembers about it two weeks prior and then whenever he gets the notification reminder, he’ll be stressing out about it.  ~Kisses and cuddles! You are special and you should know it. Do you feel bonita? I feel bonita. Wonderful, cuz you are bonita! He’d randomly wrap his arms from behind you and kiss your temple. “Happy birthday, dearest. Have I already told you how much I love you?” And he’s so sweet- hell, he’s always sweet but still, he always manages to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

[alessabriel]

Deep kisses

Summary: no matter the occasion they can't resist eating your mouth, and it's on any occasion.

Characteres: RAN HAITANI, RINDOU HAITANI, Hanma Shuji, Sanzu|Akashi Haruchiyo, DRAKEN|RYUGUJI KEN, Mitsuya Takashi, Smiley|Kawata Nahoya, MIKEY|ANO MANJIRO, Sano Shinichiro, BAJI KEISUKE, Kisaki Tetta.

Cw. content warning: graphic descriptions, smut, implicit and explicit nudity, dirt, etc. Side note: I feel it went a little slow or lost focus at some point, repeated words, but we are rusty at writing smut.

is somewhat based on the post: @animeangel21 of this esteemed and very creative person if we are honest.

Haitani Ran.

Your plush and plump lips always seduced him without the need to flirt, he just admired them and something inside him revolted to attack them, to kiss them to exhaustion but at that moment he could not violate your sweet mouth because you were too busy, busy with his cock between your lips.

You knew how to weaken his knees.

Kneeling in front of your boyfriend and your hands handling his long, fat, big length at will and admiring how it glistened from the pre-seminal fluid that coated him along with your strawberry gloss, you could feel on the skin of your shoulders the trembling that ran up and down your boyfriend's legs. It filled you with pride to make him tremble with just a few kisses and caresses, because it was just a preparation. With amusement you showed your tongue to Ran who watched you from above with her eyes barely open before running your tongue along his cock tracing the sensitive, swollen veins, savoring the warm aftertaste and diluted flavor of your strawberry gloss.

"I love your cock Ran" you whimpered as you flicked your tongue over the tip of his cock, you spread your legs even wider and wiggled your hips uselessly in the air seeking friction which you got from your panties "And it's all mine."

Ran felt herself faint as she watched you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, between those plush lips and sucked. He felt your fucking wet tongue playing with the sensitive skin of his penis and how you were slowly pushing it in further rubbing it a little with your teeth, he hissed at the contact and couldn't control his hands that rested on your head feeling the softness of your hair. Her hands trembled as you swallowed around it without taking it out of your mouth, you licked and sucked, she could feel the coolness of your saliva descend to his balls by how it increased the movement of your head.

"F-fucking doll, a-that's it, like that keep swallowing my cock" hissed sensitive Ran as you lowered your head so far down on his cock that you rubbed his base and he felt even weaker at the knees as your fingers gently massaged his balls.

If Ran thought that blowjob was his undoing it was completely unknown when you began to bob your head up and down on his cock ignoring your gag reflex and he decided to help you. Ever so carefully with his trembling hands he grabbed the sides of your head to fuck your mouth, he listened to your muffled moans and groans as you clawed at his thighs and your throat closed around his fat tip. Maybe it was how gorgeous you looked sucking his cock or how your crystallized eyes watched him with such adoration even as he had his cock deep in your throat but he couldn't tell when he felt that unmistakable sensation run all the way through him to empty himself into your little throat.

He knew you perfectly well and knew you would eat him to show him what a good girl you were, he knew you well.

You felt the hot creamy liquid in your mouth and part of your throat you struggled to swallow it but Ran pulled you up suddenly leaving you in his lap to attack your still open mouth. You failed to stop your moaning groan as he ran his mouth smearing, sucking and sharing his cum between the two of you. You clung tightly to his bare back as you struggled equally with his tongue feeling the mess of cum and saliva, you wanted to savor it alone.

Ran tasted his own cum on your tongue a pleasant taste, you deserved no less but he always watched you gladly run his cum down your throat until it disappeared to show him at the end your nice clean little mouth already without his semen. He couldn't help but get more excited, you kissed exquisitely.

"I-I wanted to swallow it alone R-ran" you said still excited but sulking.

And it might have had a better effect if you didn't have your lips so swollen and bathed in a combination of saliva and cum next to your sweet pussy rubbing on his cock, but it was one of the many scenes Ran loved to memorize you in.

"You are such a greedy girl my love but there is more I wanted to taste my sweet angel eat only the best."

Haitani Rindou.

He had memorized the most sensitive parts of your body since you had allowed him to worship you in intimacy like everywhere else, and fuck if he knew how much you loved milking him for all he was worth, sucking the life out of his cock and clinging to his hips burying your sharp nails into his flesh. Rindou felt your warm wet mouth receive him on every needy onslaught he created, holding his weight on the bed with both arms enjoying the burn in his muscles and your sloppy sucking, you knew how he liked it.

"Come on pretty girl use that tight throat of yours" instructed in a baritone voice Rindou as he thrust deeper into the hot cavern of your mouth, feeling his tip pierce the entrance of your throat into the tight, narrow channel of your throat. You hissed in surprise as your significantly smaller hands grabbed his ass pushing him down as if you wished he would choke you "You adore your boyfriend's cock don't you? That's right, take what belongs to you beautiful."

With both hands you pushed your boyfriend further down your throat, that he would choke you with his cock and you enjoyed touching his buttocks, you didn't manage to stop yourself when you slid your nails across the semi covered skin of his ass by how his fingers plugged your nose out of nowhere when he sheathed himself completely in your mouth feeling how he took up so much space and made you want to puke. You couldn't breathe, it was sweet agony and it went on for a few minutes where you swallowed around the intrusion so long and so rich, in desperation you clawed his ass even harder for air.

Rindou knew he was being cruel, but for how you scratched him in order to mark him and bring him closer ignored how the air was scarce for you, how between scratching you still caressed him touching his ass which in your words was so attractive and how plus you ate his cock. He felt your throat begin to close and you began to retch so hard that you began to expel his cock from your tight throat so counting the seconds in his mind he pulled his cock out of your mouth listening as you inhaled and exhaled with some desperation but still searching for his cock with an annoyed pout, he adored you with all his being.

You are so cute, good, kind and somewhat shy that no one would imagine how dirty you were with your boyfriend's cock in your mouth.

Before you could beg him a pair of somewhat parched but moist lips suddenly shocked you to feel his wet tongue brushing your open mouth. He was running his wet tongue around your mouth collecting the pre-seminal fluid and you eagerly opened your mouth to receive from his dirty mouth his saliva and the pre-seminal fluid that he sucked from your mouth. You were kissing in such a dirty way, smearing saliva and caressing your tongues without even closing your mouths.

"R-rinie" you sobbed still feeling him rubbing his tongue with yours, you squeezed your legs together until you felt some satisfaction in your pussy "I-I want cock, y-your cock."

Rindou smiled as he admired you with your pretty tongue out, you were so drunk with just sucking his cock and a make out session.

"You have a sweet tooth girl" mockingly insulted the older one before kissing your wet tongue and sucking it feeling his own taste, it was not unpleasant and he considered it perfect he had modified his diet so that his semen was not unpleasant for you. What he was doing to love you and to always keep you satisfied, though you both enjoyed it "But don't worry I am with your pussy too."

Hanma Shuji.

There was a bustle in the gathering, somewhat annoying white noise that failed to distract Hanma from you; his gorgeous tender and certainly somewhat reserved girl under the table with her mouth open on his cock placing her lips stretched close to his base, his cock was all the way down. I could feel you sucking his cock so languidly and peacefully, you were so relaxed warming his cock that I could tell you could fall asleep out of nowhere. You had done it before and he had woken you up with his fingers in your pussy, these were hot sessions where you would see who would cum first. Between the discomfort of hearing something disadvantageous and ridiculous he focused on you, his beloved partner who would open your eyes every now and then to look up at him from your spot under the table on a soft cushion for your legs, resting your head on his thigh, so relaxed and calm almost sleepy.

Everyone in the gathering knew you were under the table but because of the gun sitting on the table without the safety put inches away from his dominant hand no one would dare say anything about it, not since the last one had hinted at sharing to the sleepy eyed girl who took a bullet between the eyebrows in front of the whole Kanto ManjiKai gang and in front of his girlfriend.

With extreme care Hanma removed your cock from your mouth watching as a trickle of saliva and sticky clear liquid attached your sweet mouth to his cock, Your flimsy struggle to seek back his cock amused him in an endearing way as he knew how horny you were but with a chuckle he urged you to sit up until you were sitting on his lap with your skimpy clothes barely covered by the gang jacket that hid the black lace and soft fabric that made up your dark toned lingerie from prying eyes, with a smile he kissed you not caring how you were so relaxed sucking his cock before, that managed to excite him even more. He made sure that his kiss distracted you enough, running over your sweet lips and the inside of your little mouth feeling how you reciprocated the kiss so enthusiastically. In the middle of that kiss he sweetly slid even sideways those almost transparent panties not before making sure to caress the plump lips of your pussy not forgetting to press your hard little pearl receiving a sweet moan from you and finally impaling you with his cock feeling your wet pussy accept it with some reluctance and wet noises, delighting everyone at the fucking table with your needy whimpers.

"Could you hurry this up my angel I want you to fuck her and you bastards are making her wait" you ungraciously accused catching the wandering glances of some worthless ones that with one look from you scared everyone along with your gun you held in your dominant hand "And my angel does not forgive".

Whimpering and needy you rubbed yourself a little turning your hips over his lap savoring the sweet stretch with a little ache at how he took up so much space in your pussy, how he filled your insides to the max feeling somewhat full as you almost felt him that he couldn't get any further into your rubbery walls but for how he accommodated you better indicating you with motions to lean back fully on his muscular chest leaving you room in the hollow of his neck, your favorite place to hide your little face and you did, you clung with your arms to his torso burying your nails in his covered back and moved as close as possible to his ear to kiss it before whispering, you were clenching just thinking about what you would say.

"Kill them all Shuji" you whispered low feeling his cock pulsing inside you "Because of them you can't fuck me."

The sound of the gun triggering several times and how he kissed your hundred made you drip on his cock, you were so wet.

"I told you so my angel doesn't forgive."

Sanzu | Akashi Haruchiyo.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, enjoying your soft and delicate touches which was the antithesis of how you went up and down the length of his cock like you hated yourself, but it was the rhythm you loved to have on his cock making sure you couldn't talk the next day. Sanzu loved it, he always ended up hypersensitive and dry, you milked him for all he was worth.

"F-fucking gods baby" moaned and group the Akashi feeling your tight throat squeezing the thickness of his cock between velvety wet walls "You love it don't you?"

With a wet and watery snap the feminine let the cock rebound out of her mouth impacting on her husband's marked abdomen, resenting the slight burning in your throat you took a deep breath and affirmed to the question while sucking your lips without wasting any of its taste, you didn't want to miss anything but your boyfriend's lips distracted you completely by how he sucked your lips to invade your mouth completely, you could feel him how he wanted to fuck your mouth with his tongue and shared everything you milked from his cock.

They were just like that.

Sanzu also tasted himself in your sweet mouth, a taste of you and the one he had learned to love because he had little interest in sucking your soul through your mouth even when you had his seed in your mouth. He adored those kisses, when you completely forgot how your little mouth was full of what he adored eating you alone and you shared it with him in such a dirty kiss, he couldn't externalize how much he adored you.

"I adore your lips my love, I love you."

Draken | Ryuguji Ken.

I don't imagine that your nice visit to drop off his lunch at his shop will lead him to be on the damn motorcycle he was fixing with you kneeling in front of him with your pretty lips around his length swallowing hard, and yet despite that I could see how your pretty eyes shed tears, tears that only turned him on more. The very image of you on your knees in front of him made him wild for you, only you.

"You were so kind to bring me my lunch angel" praised the black haired major guiding his fingers to wipe away your tears, taking with his thumb those elusive crystalline droplets dripping from your long lashes to suck his thumb savoring the saltiness in them listening to you half choking and sobbing on his cock "That I forgot to ask you if you had already eaten, I see you hadn't" he teased with amusement.

Draken delicately tucked your silky hair behind your ears glimpsing the sparkling gemstones in the earrings he gave you just a few days ago, he knew that color would increase your shine because everything managed to show it off better than anyone else. Once your hair was well behind your ears with smooth movements he created a ponytail with your hair that he held with his dominant hand and with an experimental tug he checked that you were indeed following the movements by how you pulled back on its length. And with that he started pulling your hair to free a good part of his cock from your wet mouth and pushed you back against it to swallow it all the way down your throat where he felt you squeezing it impossibly tighter almost expelling it out because it was so tight, tight and your gagging significantly less than before, so much time sucking it was creating a bit of resistance to your gag reflex although he wouldn't deny that he loved hearing you gagging every time you swallowed his cock. The pleasure was making you shudder and your muscles tense, you felt him so close you were rolling your eyes at how you were trying harder to suck when you had just the tip between your lips soaked in his pre-seminal fluid.

"K-ken in my mouth, P-please" you asked needily even as you felt the slight pain from how he guided you by your hair and the burning in your throat "In m-my mouth."

The older man could only smile at your barely whispered request over the tip of his cock, you were giving him licks for how you couldn't lodge it in your mouth and part of your throat. Draken forcefully pulled your hair down so that you lifted your head up catching as you held your pretty tongue out waiting for something, and that filled him with excitement you were such a dirty and horny girl. Watching your cute and sexy scene he put some saliva in his mouth giving you apparently a signal by the way you got more comfortable as you pulled a little more of your pink tongue out of your waiting lips and with that he dropped a drop of saliva.

"Don't swallow precious slut" instructed Draken taking his left hand on his cock to masturbate on your pretty little face, he could almost see your bright heart shaped eyes by the way you looked hungrily at his cock but that drove him more, the pleasure coursed through them almost numbing him but that only added to it. He had never been so turned on by anyone before but you, your very image and caresses drove him crazy, with a grunt he sped up his hand on his cock until it spilled over your mouth and part of your little face, he admired how you were about to close your mouth but still with his hard cock he forcelessly slapped the mess in your mouth "I think I told you not to swallow my beautiful slut, didn't I? Or does just the sight of my cock make you dumb?"

Your answer was a broken sob, you felt the hot mess on your tongue and how it dripped little by little into your mouth, how drops of cum had fallen on the skin of your face but you couldn't use your hands, you were so needy you didn't know when you started to shed tears again but you felt how your partner's fingers picked up what stained your face and smeared it on your lips before kissing you. You were surprised but not amazed, you had kissed before with your fluids or his cum in your mouths but it was always thrilling as well as exciting, you had known men who wouldn't even kiss you after giving them a blow job but Draken could suck the life out of your mouth even when you had his cum in your mouth.

And they both trusted each other.

Draken hadn't been able to resist your beautiful mouth nor your swollen lips, he knew there was a mess but having dirty kisses like that with you just turned him on too much almost feeling overstimulated and the way you clung to his neck tightly indicated that you loved it. He tasted you on his tongue as well as his cum and it was fucking hot stuff, before laying you down on the floor a thud made them cut the kiss short but not let go.

"The bike Ken" you reported looking over his shoulder as the bike had fallen off its stand backwards.

And indeed Draken looked at it, it had fallen because of the movement earlier that left it unstable on the stand but right now he cared little about it he had plenty of time to fix it.

"That will be later, now just kiss me pretty girl."

Mitsuya Takashi.

It had all started with you in front of him adjusting the suit you had given him, a suit he had praised before on a date they had passed near a boutique and weeks later you had given him the suit in his favorite shades. He had been thrilled and even more thrilled by the stupidly beautiful bouquet of flowers that came with the box and a note quoting him on a certain day for a special dinner. You were charming and detail oriented, you made him blush with just a flirtatious and discreet smile but at times you showed off, genuinely it had started out harmlessly but ended with your mouth almost sealed on the base of his cock you hadn't even pulled his clothes down you had only unzipped his fly to get his hard cock out.

And there was only about 25 minutes left, enough to milk him in your words.

Your head was going up and down his hard cock, you didn't let a single drop fall on his pants or your even dress on his suit. You just had to get his erection down so he wouldn't attract stares before you left the apartment, but you were getting so turned on that your panties were soaking wet what you would give to have Takashi's long fingers in your pussy.

"A-love we w-will be late" moaned Mitsuya stiflingly clutching your hands on his body, I admired from above how you were elegantly on your knees without wrinkling your dress too much mate to his suit and you were straining on his cock sucking it, though by how your hips moved almost imperceptibly they were even but the pleasure gave him whiplash that made him hunch over as his cock quivered in your mouth and his body too, your fingers clawed over his t-shirt hard as he spilled completely down your throat without warning feeling you squeeze his cock even tighter by how you milked him for all he was worth, sucking him hard "Fucking d-god."

With a wet 'pop' you let his clean cock out of your mouth and swallowed it all down without spitting it out, it tasted nice and if you dared to do so it would splatter his clothes that was the last thing you wanted. You cleared your throat a little before bringing the wetness around your lips with your fingers to your mouth where you sucked the rest and without missing a beat you kissed the head of Takashi's cock before pulling his boxers up properly and getting fully incorporated.

"You are so sexy" complimented the taller one looking down at you smiling, your lips moist and a little swollen from the kisses earlier and how he had stretched a little over the thickness of his cock. You were so attractive in his eyes that he couldn't stop himself from kissing you, chaste kisses that gave him a taste of your flavor that got louder and louder until he managed to suck your tongue into his mouth eagerly as you had before letting you go even more dazed "I wish I could take that damn dress off and fuck you right now."

"Takashi it will be getting to us later, won't it?"

"Coming from our dinner I will fuck you in every part of the house" sensually threatened the taller one clinging to your waist before kissing you again "Even in the sale with the curtains open, your dress under your cute tits and my cock buried in that wet pussy my love"

"I'll hold you to that promise sweetheart"

Smiley | Kawata Nahoya.

Smiley rammed your little mouth almost as if he hated you, pulling back fast to push his cock into your mouth just as quickly using you as a fucking fleshlight which was what you had asked him to do earlier. He was pressing down on your throat with one hand, your pretty head hanging off the edge of the bed upside down and redoubled his efforts as he saw how your little fingers were under your shorts. He was nothing away from holding your legs and eating your pussy properly but his orgasm coursed through him breaking him completely, with one hard onslaught he filled your mouth with his cum and released your throat.

"That's it doll don't waste a drop" Smiley instructed smiling as he saw you barely in yourself, you were dazed and somewhat drunk, almost like when he was lost in your delicious pussy.

Before he could move you as he wished Smiley heard the fucking apartment lock open, he recognized his brother's footsteps and quickly moved you so you were sitting opposite him and sealed his lips with yours proving himself, he had to disappear his seed from your mouth before his brother came upstairs to see you. You had left before your turn because of how your ankle hurt from a recent fall, he covered you with his body and held you tightly by your chubby cheeks sharing what you had in your mouth, when the door to his room opened you pressed more against his body covering his naked cock.

"Smi- oh sorry for interrupting" apologized Angry embarrassed at the sight of his sister in law and brother kissing, he slammed the door shutting it before running away.

Ignoring that Smiley continued kissing you, licking and rubbing his tongue on yours sharing everything before cutting the kiss short.

"One day Angry will see you with your balls inside me Smiley, you should lock your door asshole."

"What's the thrill of that?"

With a pout you groped his bare and still sensitive cock in retaliation hearing his involuntary squeal.

"Ya doll! I get it!"

"I don't think so because you're still hard."

Mikey | Sano Manjiro.

Kiss after kiss Mikey felt you more uneasy, cold hands running over his skin under his shirt to the edge of his pants, trembling fingers. He could only smile he knew your needs well, after all you had accompanied him all the way even now when Kanto ManjiKai was soaked in blood and crime, you didn't care you just hugged him to your chest as if he was fragile.

Keeping you satisfied, healthy and content was the least you deserved.

I could feel Sanzu's sharp gaze on both of you but you cared little or nothing for how you lavished wet kisses from the corner of his lips to his neck where you bit and sucked hard with the clear intention of marking him since apparently the tattoo of your initials over his heart wasn't enough, I understood why he felt it too.

"Do you want Sanzu to look angel?" the blond questioned you with a deep voice.

You left your task of marking him aside to see Sanzu standing in front of the doors, you could see how he had reddish cheeks and hands behind his back, in your intense gaze Mikey hugged you even more to his side kissing you back coaxing you to hurry up and decide.

"Yes Jiro, I want you to take a closer look if you don't mind?" you replied finally looking your partner in the eyes, eyes black and shining in a dark way.

You knew how much your partner had changed over the years but you couldn't love him any less, every day you fell more in love and perhaps you sinned of being morally grey and questionable but little did you care, no one else would kill for you like him.

"You know it doesn't bother me, after all he loves to look at his Reyna doesn't he Sanzu?"

You still felt somewhat self-conscious (no longer jealous since Sanzu was like a bodyguard of sorts) at how Sanzu seemed to adore Miley but that adoration extended to you, how he looked at you full of absolute adoration and as if begging for praise. But it was certainly nice, maybe a little arousing the way Mikey fondled your tits over your clothes and Sanzu kept his eye on nothing.

"Yes my King."

With that answer you felt Mikey's chest rumble with his laughter, a damn laugh that made you squeeze your legs together and rub them together, you were looking for some friction that wasn't from Mikey's fingers or Sanzu's thighs since every now and then, when Mikey was too busy not to attend to you as his girlfriend he would allow you to use Sanzu at your complete whim but you were always self-conscious and it was he who invited you to use him as your personal plaything but no, you never did without him getting some equal attention since you knew how much work he did in the gang and at Mikey's side.

"Go ahead my Reyna" prompted the pink haired one watching you hide on his Rey's shoulder, but he didn't lose track of your hand on his leader's crotch.

Mikey was frankly feeling aroused, you knew of his slight fetish for exhibitionism and apparently you enjoyed it, it was a release of power to do it in front of his subordinate and not be embarrassed. I imagined you did it on nights when he couldn't come and fuck you as you asked him to do in calls, would you fail Sanzu? Although I didn't believe it, maybe I was just rubbing your tender pussy covered by your panties and pajama shorts on his body. I could only laugh as I imagined you like that, so pampered and needy because that's the way he wanted to keep you always. Your hand on his crotch stimulated him properly and he always wondered how you could open his pants without the need for two hands but it mattered little or nothing because it was with him that you had developed that agility.

"Come on angel you know what you want don't you? Don't be ashamed now" commented the blond to the air squeezing his partner's round ass preparing the flesh for a proper stroke that made him lean forward "That's it, do as you wish, my body belongs to you."

Motivated you leaned over his lap following your intense desire and pulled down your partner's boxers letting out his fat, long cock with highlighted veins. You gave your first shy licks to the shaft holding it between your hands to tap it on your cheeks and tongue, you adored the warm and slightly salty but sweet taste of his cock. You kissed its head before putting it in your mouth feeling how it occupied the space in your mouth, filling it and little by little you were going down to go up slowly, you were preparing your mouth to speed up.

"Isn't she perfect my angel Sanzu?" asked Mikey taking you by the back of the neck to push you down until your lips brushed the fabric of his clothes.

The pink haired one just watched admiringly as his kings shared an intimate moment, he forced himself not to get an erection and it always worked perfectly for him but now when your bright eyes watched him out of the corner of your eye shedding tears that ran down your long eyelashes he was having trouble.

"Y-yes it is my King."

"You heard angel, you're perfect."

You let out a choked sob as best you could as you began to bob up and down on your partner's long fat cock, feeling it invade your oral cavity as if it was monopolizing you and filling you completely. Up and down you went, gaining speed little by little, until you were pulled up by the back of your neck and received a wet kiss from Mikey. Such a dirty, dirty, wet kiss in which you shared saliva and pre-seminal fluid.

You both could do such acts without consequences in your gangbang.

Mikey also tasted on your pink tongue and the taste of your strawberry ice cream that you had eaten before arriving at the Kanto ManjiKai headquarters. He adored kissing you in any situation that existed around both of you, as long as he could invade your little mouth, plunder your precious lips for the best even with his seed in your mouth, who wouldn't kiss his partner after he gave him a perfect blowjob? Only stupid people wouldn't.

Sano Shinichiro.

He was craving a cigarette between his lips, creating a light cloud of smoke in front of him, not so dense that he couldn't see anything but as in his memories. He hadn't smoked a cigarette for over nine months but every now and then he craved one, just one but he knew better.

You had gone out of your way to help him as well as his family.

He could remember his brothers three brothers throwing cigarettes in the trash and his grandfather destroying the stashes where he had without fail and ceremoniously kept packs for his consumption. It was complicated, he had spent years since high school smoking and now he could not consume any.

The first few months had been torture.

It was hell but if hell would endure with your little mouth on his cock I would repeat it a thousand times. Shinichiro shuddered as he felt a little of your teeth graze his sensitive cock, almost imperceptible and delicate before you pulled it completely out of your mouth.

"It's better than a cigar Shin?" questioned the female with her smile pressed on your cock.

Shinichiro melted at the sight, it was lucky he was sitting down because otherwise he would have fallen on the floor when you suddenly sheathed his entire length in your mouth, as if it was everyday. And it felt so sensitive, it always had been and it would have been an insecurity had I not seen the pleasure written all over your face when I filled your mouth with a not so rough blowjob and how long it could last compared to others you got to be with, now it was something you liked and it felt good.

"Y-yes much better m-mommy."

All at once you descended even more on his member, feeling even more turned on by the nickname. You loved it when he called you nicknames like that and clung to your shoulders, he was so malleable when you gave him a blow job. With a wet pop you let go of his cock and felt out of nowhere his hands on your cheeks and his lips on yours, he was kissing you when you still had the register of the sticky honey gushing from his cock and you clearly heard his moans.

"I-I want to cum in y-your pussy m-mommy."

Baji Keisuke.

Being in the warehouse was a common occurrence for him, when the store was slow he used to hide in there leaving his partner in front but now he was playing with time. There were about ten minutes left for his partner to return with the supplies but it was impossible for him to resist you when you arrived at his store with an airy summer dress and the new gloss he had bought you days ago. A damn flavored gloss he had found on the wish list in the online shopping app and didn't hesitate to buy you several of your favorite flavors (although at the time he didn't know they were flavored because he only remembered seeing you say they were good), but now he was completely grateful for it.

It had all started innocently enough.

A kiss on the counter and small talk, until your gaze had wandered over his body stopping at his crotch every now and then for you to lick your lips a little and that was enough to ignite a flame deep inside him. Baji had eaten you up with kisses on the way to the warehouse groping your body pressing and squeezing your flesh at will and in his own way, wishing he could be under your little dress to eat you like he should but your puppy dog eyes convinced him to let you suck his cock. And boy were you excited about it.

You were on your knees clawing at his muscular thighs with your fingers and with your mouth covering his length, you felt your lips tense a little from how they stretched around his thickness. You longed for them to be able to be home so he could rip off your dress and blow your back failing you but today was one of those busy days in the middle of the day. You sank fully onto his cock listening above your head as he asked you to stop, and with a watery 'pop' you left his cock is peace to look up at him from below still paying attention, you left little kisses.

"There are only minutes left doll and I don't want to leave you voiceless it would be suspicious" informed Baji taking his cock in his dominant hand starting to masturbate right in front of your pretty little face, that made him even more as you looked at him hungrily as if asking for more cock "So open that little mouth for me."

You obeyed and pressed your hands on your thighs keeping your head erect without closing your mouth, sticking out just a little bit your tongue watching your boyfriend masturbating on your face. You could see his expression of pleasure and how he was biting his lips to keep from moaning openly, you knew Kazutora would come at any moment. And as if timed his semen splashed on your tongue and part of your lips when you heard a car pull up in front of the store. You didn't have time for anything as Baji suddenly lifted you up kissing you without any warning, tongue to tongue and as you could barely swallow half of his seed because of how he was eating your mouth. You heard the front door open and with trembling hands you slipped his cock into his boxers and arranged his clothes properly before clinging with both arms around his neck.

"Baji- Oh my god, sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you!" almost came a squeak from Kazutora.

You watched from the corner of your eye still drunk with your boyfriend's tongue in your mouth as he ran him off with a gesture to give him time, and when he ran off to where the caterers were still waiting he spanked you hard cutting off the kiss.

"Coming home you will be my dinner."

Baji wiped his lips before kissing you one last time, already in front he would drink water and wash off any traces, he wasn't nasty and felt satisfied he didn't want you to eat nasty things.

"Hurry up pretty boy."

Kisaki Tetta.

"Then we will visit my parents this week right Kisaki?" questioned the Tachibana still walking around her husband's office not interested in seeing her partner.

And internally Kisaki was thankful for that because while he didn't let between seeing anything he could tell he was sweating a little.

"Yeah, whatever now you can retire I have to work."

The Tachibana just withdrew without further ado leaving her husband in her office, after all they didn't love each other it had only been convenience to get what they both wanted and they got it.

It was sinful.

Once a few minutes had passed after Tachibana's departure, Kisaki created more space by stepping away from her desk so that you could go out underneath with slightly disheveled hair and somewhat dazed, almost sleepy.

"Does it relax you that much to suck my cock beautiful?" questioned the taller one watching you get up from the floor and Kisaki patted her lap which you climbed onto with somewhat sleepy movements, being under the desk for about 45 minutes listening to everything had numbed your legs apparently. Tetta could only laugh when you clung to her shoulders "I think so" she replied somewhat amused.

Tetta knew how cuddly you were getting after being on your knees for so long and with your mouth full, so she filled her cheeks, nose, forehead and finally her lips with kisses, having a simple taste of the pre-seminal fluid product of your attentions and without caring anything with soft movements she urged you to separate your lips a little, which you did and she put her tongue in your hot mouth being immediately reciprocated by you.

He loved kissing you, it was simple.

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[darknel34]

Maybe someone knows what the fanfiction with Sanzu is called, where a girl accidentally got pregnant from him and he now takes care of her.At first they didn't have a very good relationship, but then everything turned out well.I also remember the moment when he proposed to her, he put a note next to their son "will you marry me".Please help me find this fanfiction, it's in 2 parts, like 2021.

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

cheesecake, smoke, and mirrors

Sanzu Haruchiyo X Fem!Reader / 8K

Whatever goes on between you and Bonten’s No. 2

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. Idiots in love. A relationship that spans years—from Toman, to Kantou Manji, to Bonten. Slight NSFW. Please mind the tenses. .

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You hear his voice for the first time in months. He calls you by your first name, like how he does whenever he’s in a good mood. Or, you think, when he sees another man at the bar, the lone customer in the otherwise empty shop at this hour of the night, caught smiling in the midst of your conversation. You tilt your head to try to hide the involuntary smile on your lips—away from the other man’s now curious eyes, flitting between you and him, at your attempt at ignoring this newcomer’s boring stare.

“Good evening, but I’m afraid we’re already closed for today.” This time, you don’t fight the grin on your face at the massive eye roll Haruchiyo throws your way, choosing to not play along as he proceeds to walk towards his usual booth. The man’s eyes now harden, like how people’s eyes go at the first whiff of potential trouble—oh, and what trouble does a Sanzu Haruchiyo not bring—but you’re quick to ease his worry away with a gentle shake of your head, your hands already busy preparing the usual.

No, you never close shop on Haruchiyo. This is an unspoken truth.

You make it your job to have the two men spend as little time as possible together in the same room, so you briefly turn your attention back to your friend at the bar.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one as much as you liked the cheesecakes,” you say, sliding his purchase towards him. “I quite enjoyed it with coffee, myself.”

Time for you to go, goes your smile. He seems to take your cue and he stands.

“Grateful for your recommendation, always.” He is as cheerful and as genuine as he came, the warmth in his eyes never leaving yours. “And the lovely cakes, of course. I’ll see you again.”

He will see you again, you’re sure. Maybe in another night just like this, another midnight craving, he’d say. And you would indulge him, of course, if that’s what keeps him coming back. He’ll surely ask about this stranger who calls out your name and rolls his eyes like he knows you and you him, but this one you’ll keep to yourself. Haruchiyo’s got both arms draped over his seat, his head as heavy against the leather as are his eyes out the window, cutting away only momentarily when the man passes him by. You silently pray he does not kill him.

It would be such a waste to lose a customer.

You take your time cleaning up at the counter because you know he’s not going anywhere so soon. When his coffee finishes up, though, you promptly set everything aside and make your way to him. Nobody wants their coffee cold.

Does he ever wonder, too, whether you’re in a good or bad mood? Whether you’re simply going to get him his coffee and leave it at that this time, the only care you’d afford him for the night in the two, four hours he’d sit waiting in his booth; or, whether you’d stop and take your usual seat across from him, elbows propped on the clean table, flecks of midnight city lights dancing in your eyes—warm and inviting, uncaring of whatever blood that has smeared his own hands red?

He does not get the time to wonder because before he could even lift his cup to his lips you’re already slipping into the seat across. He does not get the time to wonder whether or not it’s ‘cause you’ve missed him, because even though you’re leaning forwards, arms crossed, your eyes are blank oh, but except for the almost imperceptible crease on your forehead, he sees it now; that look that you have when your mind has a question you don’t want to ask. Like, maybe, whether or not you got his coffee right.

He affords himself a single sip, allowing for the warmth to ease his throat, and then his whole body, before finally turning to you with an eyebrow raised.

“It’s good. It always is, what else would it be?” There it is, the humor in your eyes and on your lips, and he watches as you lightly shake your head, relaxing back into your seat, your arms now loosely crossed over your lap.

He finds it so silly, these invisible little worries that you have, but he indulges you all the same. You mirror the way his head had been against the leather, seemingly content at the sight of the speeding cars and flickering lights, as well as the space he carves around you in silence.

Neither of you say anything else.

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He called you by your first name, too, that first time, back at your high school’s rooftop and you’d planned on going nowhere else but down below, twelve floors down, your head cracked open against the pavement.

You only turned to look because it was a voice so unfamiliar you seriously for a moment thought it was some spirit about to accompany you in your final moments. Or about to ferry you to the land of the dead and was making sure you got coins in your pocket for the boat ride, or whatever.

You knew of Akashi Haruchiyo not by choice; even if you had not been from the same homeroom class, anybody would’ve known of that pink-haired 3rd-year with the twin scars on his mouth and the look in his eyes that sliced open crowded hallways; who hung out with those biker guys from that other school, and so and so; who made Ayumi in your sophomore class cry when he ripped open her chocolates for him on Valentine’s the year before. Now what? you exhaled impatiently, why the hell is he here in the first place? And though half of you intended to ignore him, his eyes kept you unmoving and your one hand tied to the railing—the one thing tethering you to life and a step away from death.

‘Don’t jump. That shit gotta hurt.’

So deep in thought were you that you didn’t even notice when he’d entered thru the door, and he didn’t give you time to wonder how long he’d been there as he started walking towards the railing himself, effortlessly slinging a leg over, and then the other, standing alongside you then in this flimsy space between safe land and death. Unlike you, however, he had both hands deep in his pockets, searching for something—maybe he knew you needed coins—his entire body so casual against the railing he made it seem like he dangled his legs over skyscraper roofs for sport. This was already embarrassing and confusing as it was so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

‘What would you know?’

A cigarette, he needed a smoke and his light. He paused as he was about to light the stick in his mouth, his eyebrows creasing ever so slightly in the distance as if you’ve actually said something offensive.

‘Are you saying I gotta jump headfirst against raw pavement to know that bashing my head against raw pavement’s gotta hurt?’ There was almost incredulity in his monotone—which was in monotone, nonetheless.

You couldn’t think of any good comeback and you wanted him gone, but instead you watched in silence as he took his first whiff of smoke. He coughed, his shoulders shaking violently like it’s his first time smoking. As if reading your mind, he threw you a glance at the corner of his eye. ‘My throat’s been acting up. Got the flu.’

How stupid.

‘Well, that makes smoking right now all the worse.’

When he turned his head to fully look at you, death stick resting idly between his fingers, able to kill him but not giving it the power, his eyes told you he’d caught something very laughable, and even then he chose not to smile. Maybe that was power, too. ‘Yet I’m not the one about to bash my head against the ground twelve floors down.’

You didn’t want that humorless, taunting face to be the last thing you ever saw in your last moments alive, and it’s the indignation and bitterness that clogged up your throat like bile that cracked your words open when you did manage to find them.

‘Why don’t you just fuck off.’ You hated the blur in your vision, too.

He didn’t speak a single word for a long time, and it was then you thought you should just go for it. You didn’t care if he was seeing you like this; maybe you could let his face be the one to accompany you across the river, and maybe that wouldn’t have to be so bad.

‘What, can’t I watch?’

This audacity and the annoyance bubbling up inside you came welling down your cheeks and you hated, hated, hated every single thing that was happening. Why couldn’t the universe give you this one peace? Why did your legs suddenly feel so heavy? Why couldn’t you just fucking let yourself go, and what the hell would you even get out of giving this guy a big fat slap on one cheek before you finally did let yourself go?

‘There’s this place I know that’s got the best cheesecakes in town,’ his words very rudely cut across your thoughts. ‘You should have one at least before you die, I think.’

One thing you learned about Haruchiyo from that day onward was that he was crazy, in all the ways that there were, and in all the ways you would not have imagined. He stood unmoving against the railing until you did turn around and got your entire body to safety, very slowly; he hovered a few feet away as the both of you walked together downtown, towards said cheesecakes, your mind too numb to actually register the fact you were letting a stranger take you to an unknown place, down some dingy alley—and you’d decided that if he did plan on committing a crime, then you’d let him; and when he took the seat right next to you at the bar, you did not protest, and you learned to ignore the sound of the burly high schoolers and strangers greeting him—and his monotone responses, what else?—and on one or two occasions even sending a lewd comment your way—the way he ignored and kept his distance from what he must’ve deemed unworthy of his full attention.

Including you, it seemed, but that one you appreciated, except for when you did start taking bites of his famous cheesecake that he made it a point to let you know he was looking. You wanted to close your eyes and not give him the satisfaction of your admitting he was right, chewing oh, so slowly, reveling in the unfamiliar sweetness and the unexpected warmth spreading across your chest. Your cold, empty staring did not deter him, though, and it was getting uncomfortable after a while you finally had to turn to him, gritting your teeth.

‘It’s very good.’

That was the first time you ever witnessed Haruchiyo smile, or what of it you caught in the corners of his mouth and with his eyes already turned away. Not that you gave a damn, back then. It was fast and was barely even there, and you had half a mind to suspect he was actually making fun of you in secret.

But you felt warm and full. In the places you’d felt so empty.

‘I said stop following me,’ you’d said as you stopped in your tracks later on, turning around to chastise him head-on. You couldn’t see his face in the dark, but you knew he’d close the distance soon if you stood unmoving any longer.

‘I go this way, too,’ he called out his first ever lie calmly from a few feet away, and so you turned your head back, grumbling along as you started walking faster towards home. At the foot of your block, however, you decided to face him once again, this time half-running to finally give him that big, fat slap on his cheek.

You half-expected him to grab your hand or your arm or your head and throw you into the nearby trash bin, but he only stayed motionless, as if waiting for you to fully run out of breath—and you were breathing hard. You tried to formulate a string of words, anything, whatever you could come up with that could hurt him real bad; as bad as the gnawing feeling that had been there inside you and had not been able to get rid of. Would never ever get rid of.

Instead, your words found you.

‘You’re fucking obnoxious. Anybody told you that, huh?’ You felt like crying at the child-like flavor that coated your anger, and how goddamn awful. He should be laughing, you thought, except he only turned to look you in the eyes again, with nary displeasure nor humor in his gaze; his face devoid of much else except the then-blooming red on one cheek.

‘I’ve been told worse.’

The next day, he wasn’t in any of your classes as was normal. So you went back to the rooftop, you had no idea why, and when you found him on the floor half-asleep and not over the ledge, you slammed the door shut so hard you half-hoped it made him angry. It was only about a month later that you—still alive—bought a slice of Cozy Corner cheesecake on a whim, brought it up the rooftop where you knew he would be and held it right in front of his face.

‘Take it,’ you mumbled. It took him a moment before he was inching his head around the box to fix his droopy eyes on you.

‘Is it poisoned?’ You promptly rolled your eyes, almost missing the amused curl of his scars.

He didn’t crush his cake like you’d feared, the first of many Cozy Corner cheesecakes you witnessed him never crushing. Not in front of you, not ever.

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‘Why can’t I be like you, then,’ you’d asked out of the blue, though it was really more a suggestion than a question. You’d learned to drop niceties around him a long time ago and he’d let you. Had allowed you to speak your own mind while keeping your dignity and your head intact. Unlike some people.

‘Be like what.’ This did not mean he was above playing dumb, however, or playing you dumb when he thought it seemed fit—which was never, in your opinion.

’Take me with you. Let me be in your gang, or whatever. I don’t know.’ And you really didn’t know, and you were aware that your answer was a non-answer, and you tried your best to not let the weakness seep out, because, whether it was in your world or his, you knew of the dangers that came with showing weakness.

You took comfort in the fact that he found you hard to read when you did make an attempt, as when you would find him hard to read, too, whenever he decided to play along. And, between you and him, it became this little game where neither of you really kept score, and so how, and when, would it ever end? This time, though, he caught your eye and made sure you knew he wasn’t playing.

You took comfort, too, in the fact he’d let you see beyond the smoke and mirrors when it did matter.

‘You’re not made to hurt.’

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You don’t realize you’ve lost yourself in another memory, once again, until you catch the tall shadow creeping from your side. You cup your own mouth just in time, however, even though the shock that rocked your shoulders made him jolt an inch away in surprise, just as well.

“Oh.” You exhale in relief, laughing a little at the image of him with both hands up right in front of you. “You scared me.” And he might’ve found it funny, too, if it wasn’t for the genuine flash of terror in your eyes.

He narrows his gaze at you for a moment.

“If I were an actual burglar I’d have robbed your entire shop clean by now.” You’re about to open your mouth and explain that you’re simply not used to seeing him anywhere else in the shop but in his usual booth, much less at the counter like now, but you catch the subtle shake of his head, the peculiar way he lets the pads of his fingers drum lightly along the table he’s walking alongside of—some unspoken of idiosyncrasy, not unlike when people let their hands brush over leaves along a bushy sidewalk—and decide it’s too much energy to exert.

You sigh. “Need anything?”

He hadn’t shown his face in two months, had not contacted you, except for that one random text at 1AM two weeks in; a simple proclamation that, indeed, he’d left his lighter at your place, that other day you weren’t even home and he’d allowed himself in with his own set of keys. A fact you did not know what to do with and so simply ignored, or, at least, tried to, in the coming days and weeks that had been devoid of him. It’s been four nights now since he started coming back again; at some point, he’s told you of a small favor that Haitani Ran had been meaning to ask.

There’s a momentary lapse before you hear his answer. “I want coffee.”

You blink. “Of course.” You realize that Haruchiyo’s eyes naturally make him look as if he is so damn tired of the world, even when he doesn’t try. Not that anybody, least of all him, would ever have any good reason to try to look tired when they aren’t. But then, also, is he not, actually? So damn tired of the world? “Is there anything else?”

“Join me.”

You attempt to decipher what is behind this nonchalance. “Was that all?”

“Yes, and we’re eating.”

“Okay, but what—“ he’s already in the process of getting back to his seat and so has to abruptly turn on his heel to face you again, his entire face looking so totally over your silly little questions by now. Well, he better get used to it. “So, what are you having?”

“Whatever you’re having. Whatever you think is good.”

You lament the fact that you don’t have anything spicy on the menu to spite him with, but then you also realize the very trust he places on, not just any person, but you, to not put poison on his food, and instantly, you begrudgingly start to feel bad about your brief, mean thought. He will have your cheesecake, then—his second best cheesecake in the world.

He only takes the flowers out when you finally approach his table, food tray in hand. You raise an eyebrow in question, but all he does is keep his eyes out of the window as if this were any normal. His face doesn’t tell you much else, and when he does look at you, though, he makes an obvious effort to try not to care.

“The Haitani send their love.”

Haruchiyo isn’t sweet—why would you even assume?—but Haitani Ran is, apparently. But also thoughtful and likes to be kept in the good graces of people he’ll potentially have use for at any point in the future.

“The older one—short-haired, brushed back—in case you forgot whose face got which. A Thank You for his little favor the other day.”

“I know which one’s Ran, Haru. Whether I wanted to or not.”

“Good.” His smile is sweet, but only in that particular way you know it is when his actual sentiment is anything but. “I’d tell him that and that’d make his day.”

“Of course. Do tell him I appreciate the flowers. Even though I’m not so into flowers myself.”

He scoffs. “That’s what I told him.”

And you latch on…maybe because you did miss him a little.

“Let him know I would take care of them, though. It’s not everyday you get a bouquet of—“ you squint, trying to figure out what kind they are, but giving up at the same moment— “tulips…from anybody. Much less Haitani Ran, himself.”

It’s on a late afternoon, two days later, when he surprises you and your usual daytime patrons when he arrives, standing tall and imposing at your doorway. Your knee-jerk anxiety makes you grab your little pocket knife at the sound of door chimes violently jangling, and when you look up and see Sanzu’s grave, unreadable face, the anxiety flattens out to something that of relief—more akin to…excitement?—only to surge once again at the fact because, surely, there must’ve been some sort of emergency for Haruchiyo himself to be seeing you so adamantly at such an unconventional hour; but then you also cannot, for the life of you, figure out an emergency you would actually care about in your life that was outside of him. But then here he is, not giving you any more time to think, as he takes in long, unwavering strides straight towards the counter, eyes dead set on you and uncaring of much else—not the heavy, curious glares of onlookers; not the late daytime sun shining light on him and allowing the world to bear witness; not the poor man at the edge of his seat along the aisle who gets his face hit by the harsh flapping of his coat... And you think of those goons in action movies who come barreling towards the screen like the other person owes them money—and they usually do—ready to pull their gun out at the right moment and bring an end to it all.

And before you can even comprehend, figure out what you might owe him, he stops right in front of you, already reaching inside his coat, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers. Another kind you can’t name, another you’re not supposed to care about, because Haruchiyo most likely has no idea, either. Still, he’s looking at you, eyebrows pinched, like this one thing could actually make or break something no matter how dead-tired he might be of the world, and you think that maybe the meaning lies less in what it is he has in his hand than the mere fact that the matter have taken up space in his mind. That you have taken up space…

He clears his throat, breaking eye contact for a second only to gesture to the obvious item he grips in one hand.

“Something to replace your tulips with.” In front of you sat your non-tulips, oblivious and very much not needing any replacement anytime soon.

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“It’s that one,” you’d pointed it out once, flinging an arm over his side of the car and hitting his nose in the process.

“Would you mind?” he snarled, clutching the wheel in one hand, nursing his sore nose with the other, though he knew you were barely paying attention. You couldn’t even be bothered to look away, and he had to quickly roll his window up to keep your head from poking out in full. You were very clearly unperturbed.

“Nice, isn’t it? Nobody lives there right now but sadly, it’ll be occupied soon.” You had to roll your eyes at the suspicious glance out of the corner of his eye. “I’ve asked around, of course.”

He finally spared the house his precious attention without losing sight of the road. You stared at the side of his face, awaiting his reaction. There wasn’t a hint disapproval, but neither was there excitement, not like yours, but he allowed for a detour just to get you both a closer look.

“This shit is big, huh,” he said under his breath. “Kinda big.”

It wasn’t really, you thought, well, not as big as he’s making out to be, but you figured you knew what he meant, and before he could even say anything about living in a house too big—and big enough for a family—for a girl who lived on her own, you spoke up:

“Maybe, but you know, it’s the one spacious house I’ve seen in my life and thought I’d never feel alone in this one.”

He narrowed his eyes at the stupid smile you kept on your face, genuine and unexpected, and decided to say nothing more. He knew you were in no mood to listen, anyway.

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In the light of the 6AM sun, Haruchiyo’s face was a picture of peace, a reality you weren’t prepared to contend with. A reality that had you inching your fingers closer, just to see if it’s true. If it had all been true.

Between your legs, your heart throbbed, and while the pain that drove you to tears the night before had now dulled to a soft ache, a new kind of discomfort twinged at the pit of your stomach, a pleasant one, but discomforting, all the same. A discomfort unfurling warmly across your chest and up your neck, where the sting of his bite stubbornly thrived; a soft current that set off the places where his hands had been, the hidden pits and valleys you hadn’t even known you wanted explored by someone else. And explore them, he did. In ways you could not have known one could’ve done so, in ways that had you fighting back tears, whispering secret prayers into the tangles of his hair, into his mouth, into the hollow of your palm as you tried to restrain back screams you felt the world had no use hearing. Screams he was able to extricate, all the same.

A discomfort that had you involuntarily rubbing your legs, but also whimpering silently into your pillow in hollowness and shame, because you knew that this was merely a moment of weakness. All of it had been. A truth that he, too, would admit the moment he opened his eyes and acknowledged the bedroom he had no business being in, the bed he had no reason sharing with you—if he hadn’t already thought so even before then, had not known it at the initial discarding of clothes, at the initial rubbing of arms and knees, at your doorstep where he’d leaned in close and murmured, in a joking manner, that this was the part where he kissed you Goodnight.

A line that you hadn’t meant to cross; a line that, nevertheless, you’d feared one of you might cross one day, could crack long-standing implicit agreements about what one could and could not do with the other. Stupid, stupid agreements that kept the two of you from disrupting the one—what?

What was he to you and what were you to him?

You swallowed your quiet breathing—as well as the longing that carved you whole—when you felt him stir under your faint touch, realization hitting you as your fingers instinctively shrunk back. You lowered your eyes, looking away from the subtle creasing of his forehead, like something had disturbed his inner peace—a peace you had been, until that very moment, content on simply touching with your eyes. In a few moments more, you’d get up, put your own clothes on, and wait for him in your living room. Wait for things to settle and go back to how they all had been.

Like they always do.

You carefully turned your back so you weren’t facing him anymore, closing your eyes.

The shifting you felt on his side of the bed was so un-careful you knew he wasn’t fully awake yet and so made no attempt to be cautious. There was no…effort to be delicate, to be hush-hush so as to avoid waking you up and possibly, awkwardly meeting each other in the eye in your full-naked state, shielded only by a single sheet you shared, and unfiltered by half-awareness and pleasure in the daylight this time. There was no effort to be subtle, in the same way that there was also no intention to hurt, judging by the careful manner he swept aside your tangle of hair that had gathered around your neck. The drowsy, half-aware, and yet fully certain way he enclosed an arm around you, his hand digging underneath where your belly met the plush of your bed. A cold arm and a cold body, warmed only by the electricity he’d once again set off where your skins met and molded into one.

‘—A little longer. Please,’ you heard him mumble. In a voice you would not have heard if his face wasn’t buried into the space his mouth had coveted at the base of your neck.

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He was the first person you’ve ever told about what you’d wanted to do with your life. You were both eighteen and he was in a gang called Kantou Manji, and yours was really more like the least likely of all things that would’ve made you want to kill yourself, you joked.

It was gonna be your last ever cigarette, you’d declared out in the air, and though it was a habit you picked up from him, he had no plans to stop you. Instead, he pocketed the stick he was about to light, took your lit one with his cold, careful fingers without bothering for permission, inhaled his first nicotine for the evening, and eased into a smile. There wasn’t much light that reached your apartment building’s rooftop, though what little blur of neon that did was enough to illuminate the then-blooming purple high on his left cheek, just right below his eye.

It had become a source of contention the night before, this harsh bruise, when he came to your place unannounced again, his face a mix of bloody and annoyed and nonchalant. As you shuffled him messily towards your bathroom that barely fit two people, you’d kept your mouth shut, worry and anxiety and exasperation simmering helplessly into a fuming, boiling mix of poison right until you’d mustered the composure to ask, ’So, are you gonna let me in on what in bloody hell happened this time? Or are you gonna leave me in the dark, again?’

To which his only, unemotional response was, ‘You’re better off not knowing.’

“So, what comes after the coffee shop?”

“What?”

He had taken a moment to breathe in, and then out, letting the smoke slowly drape over his skin. “I said, what happens after you’ve done what you’ve set out to do?”

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “Get me a place in Roppongi, I suppose. You know, there’s this place I’d already been eyeing.” The chill in the air was punctuated only by the icy point where your fingers met as he passed your cigarette back to you. “And then, well…and then there would be every day to think about after, I guess; make sure I make people’s coffee just right, make sure I don’t piss any customer off. That kind of thing.”

“Hm.”

There was a long pause and you figured he might be deep in thought. But then this was also Haruchiyo, so it was sometimes hard to tell.

“What do you mean, ‘Hm’?”

“Get married? Have kids, and shit?” You thought he sounded amused, even though his voice was low and held zero perceptible emotion. “What about it.”

Big life questions were nothing new in your realm of conversations, but then Haruchiyo also had the knack of bringing up the most otherwise normal queries at the strangest times. This time, his question caught you unprepared, not because you had no answer but simply by the fact that the topic was even broached in the first place and by him.

“You know, go on vacations, spend New Years together, big house, and all that,” he went on, as if to clarify. Were you simply imagining the subtle mocking that laced his tone? “I don’t know; it’s what people normally want.”

“Is that what you want?”

His smile was a cross between amused and elusive. “I’m the one asking the questions here.”

You sighed. A part of you had, at the back of your head, always decided that there was nothing ever in it for him whenever he asked you questions like this, so what was the point of being honest? “I don’t know; I never thought about it. Most likely not.”

There was a brief silence after your answer, which gave you the space to really chew on your actual thoughts on the matter a little bit more—a silence he’d allowed by his simple inaction, alone; by his mere gazing into the distance as he held on to your cigarette a little longer you knew his head was somewhere else. Was perhaps thinking of something else. You made no move to take the cigarette from him, as if implicitly conceding that it was, indeed, still your turn to answer.

“I imagine it would have to be such a pain having to constantly care—worry—about someone, you know? Just someone, because I don’t ever want kids. And even just that? Marrying, being with this one person for the rest of my life? I don’t think I’d ever.”

“Really, now.”

You shrugged, lightly shaking your head even though you knew he wasn’t looking. “Hard to imagine. Even then, it would have to be with someone I really, really like. Someone I wanna be with.”

He granted you the same space, the same silence that had you thinking, considering, once again, whether you actually meant what you said; except, this time, he’s the one who broke it.

“Well, do you? Have someone you like?”

You only half-hoped your extended silence had the same infuriating effect on him. By now, it seemed that your part in the cigarette-sharing had been altogether forgotten.

“Yes, actually. There is someone.”

He didn’t speak for a long time, until, finally, he’s pressing your cigarette out on the small space of concrete wall between you and him.

“A lucky guy.”

In retrospect, your last ever cigarette had actually been his.

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This one bit did not exactly come out of nowhere, and yet this one, too, like most things you learn about him, felt like something that was plucked out off a sea of truths and half-truths, with no real logical precedent, no real good reason for them to be spoken out into the world other than that he knew there was no one to actually listen, nor care. Or, maybe, it was exactly because there was someone who did listen and did care.

‘I do. I panic all the time.’ It was in the middle of an entire bucket or two at your usual hour. It had been a long day, or a long week, and you both agreed the occasion warranted alcohol in place of the usual caffeine. Maybe it was the lowered inhibitions, maybe he was just in an over-sharing mood, perhaps both, but you’d found it easier to ask him questions, then: unimportant ones, silly ones, like had Mikey ever told him whose cheesecakes he liked best?—the answer was ‘Yours,’ even though his unserious smile made it hard for you to believe—or, had he ever thought of jumping off your high school building’s rooftop, too, those many years ago?

You forget how the conversation had veered towards the topic of fear, but then there you were, scoffing at his answer to a question you’d already forgotten why you even asked. Like a lot of things with Haruchiyo, at some point, you stopped caring what it’s about; so long as it was about him. So long as it was him.

‘I find that very hard to believe.’ You tried to shake your head, but even with your head already resting heavy against the backrest, you still had to close your eyes to keep the room from swaying. Haruchiyo had constantly warned you so many times about being a light-weight—had threatened to not come to your rescue if the time ever came—but at that time, as always, you knew you were safe.

‘What, that I got something I fear?’

You opened your eyes. ‘There: panic and fear. You’re confusing two things.’ His head rested just as heavy, too, against his seat, and he mirrored your world’s sideways tilt as if to keep up on the same page. ‘You might fear for your own life, that could be a constant thing. But you don’t panic at every single moment thinking it’s gonna be your last. It’s not…the kind of fear so debilitating you end up acting on pure instinct, without thinking of what to do next at all. You get me?’

‘Ah.’ There’s a brief glimmer of awareness in his eyes; he seemed to genuinely think about it for a moment, but then groaned, suddenly seemingly tired. ’Sure.’

‘I am well aware you’re human. I know you feel fear, too.’

As if deciding then and there he’d given up on semantics altogether, he simply shrugged, gaze casted towards the half-muted window scenery, eyes and himself seemingly somewhere else, if it weren’t for the light, casual bumping of your knees under the table.

‘Panic…Yeah, that’s what I meant. Like that one time…’

Your head tried to keep up, feeling like he’s mixing up words again. But then, he plucked up another—another to help you swim by, or sink, you couldn’t decide.

‘That time at the rooftop I blurted out your name without thinking. Very impolite of me to be so over-familiar, wasn’t it?’

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“That man is married with three kids,” he says to no one in particular. Judging by the hour and the otherwise emptiness of the shop, however, it’s really meant for no one else but you.

“Which man?” Even though you know. You both know that you do but he indulges you all the same.

“Cheesecake guy. Guy who buys two of every fucking item on your menu. Like he plans on overdosing his entire family on sugar, and get away with it.”

“Oh, yeah?” You place your fork down at the same instant he raises a hand to drink his water, only to hover on the identical glasses now sitting side-by-side, as if for a moment debating which glass had been yours, which was his. You easily make the decision for him by inching the correct glass a little forward. “Good for him.”

Around you, he barely has to fully form an expression to let you know what he’s thinking. This time, he only has to quirk the side of his mouth a little to convey sarcasm. “Family guy easing your outlook on families, now?”

“I meant good for him; he decides how he goes.”

Haruchiyo has the strangest ways of conveying that he likely would not be very pleased with you ceasing to exist; much less with the idea of you allowing yourself to cease to be. He doesn’t respond right away, and when you finally spare him a glance, you notice that the humor in his eyes are gone. Not serious, not yet; it’s been a pleasant conversation otherwise, so far, and he hasn’t even made his point known.

You refrain from saying another word before he does, because whatever it is he’s trying to get at, he will get to it in peace when you do give him peace.

“Good for business, ain’t he? Gotta keep him around.”

You shrug. “I got many other customers.”

“Exactly, right? Do they all know you’ve extended closing time ‘till midnight? Or was he the only one who got the memo?”

“He lives down the street and has been a very good customer. I can make exceptions when I want to.”

He makes no visible reaction while he sips his coffee, taking his own sweet time downing the bitter drink. A bitterness that colors the tiny smile he directs at his own cup afterward. “I guess I should feel honored, then,” he mumbles, detached, only to blink the next moment as if another, better thought crosses his mind. “On second thought, I shouldn’t, should I?”

You realize you’ve been toying with the icing of your cake this whole time, so you take a tiny slice into your mouth in an attempt at normalcy. You realize, too, that he hasn’t taken a single bite of his cinnamon puff, himself, a fact that momentarily prickles your annoyance because you hate, hate it when people waste the food you prepared. But you hold your tongue, and your displeasure, in check; if this is intentional, you’ll have to tell him off; if it isn’t and he’s simply distracted, well…that’s a totally different matter by its own, the upsetting nature of which you don’t have the energy to dwell on now.

“I’m not gonna off him, just so you know,” he says, bringing you out of your head. “So, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried; you have no reason to.”

His eyes turn cold. “I don’t need any reason to have someone killed.”

You mirror the coldness in his gaze, supplementing his tone with a hostility that blocked off light. “If that is a threat, I need you to know I have no good reason to even attempt to stop you and beg for my own life, so feel free—“

“I said no fucking thing.” He seethes, and you have to break your gaze from the genuine anger that flashes between his eyes.

Anger that he breaks out of just as easily; a stand-still where neither of you move, wary of what the next moment might bring. It’s you who breaks the silence, of course, and you attempt to not dwell on the newfound realization that, between you and him, you are the weaker one.

“What are you even trying to get at?”

You know what he’s trying to get at, you both know that you do, and yet you need him to spell it out for you because one day, he’s there, mindlessly holding you close by the waist as you walk down a darkened alley; and the next day, he disappears, comes back another night with dried-up blood and detachment in his eyes. And then some days, he’s in your bed, holding you like for once, he’s found something of the world he never ever wants to be rid of, and did you actually think that caring could only be solidified by actual, spoken words? That you could both implicitly agree to a relationship—an arrangement—where neither of you got hurt?

It’s like wearing a second skin, whenever he looks at you, and it warms your cheeks realizing that nothing has ever felt so familiar. Even so, you don’t want it now, as you try to steady your gaze—and your voice—at an empty spot on the table, past your half-eaten cake, past the trembling fingers you do your best to hide inside your fist.

He hates, hates it, too, when you absently dig into your palms with your nails they form bruises you never allow him to see—a fact you only remember when you feel his fingers prying your own hands open, slowly, like he’s absently doing it, too, before he lets go, pulls his arm back, detaching from your bubble and back into his seat, eyes once again staring hard into the silent scenery out of the window, dead-set on moving past this one, brief deviation from the harshness of his current temperament, as if it’s not meant to be acknowledged at all, because he’s done it in the past and he’ll keep doing it still. Because he’ll keep being here. Because you’ll always want to keep him here.

And what would be the point of celebrating what he intends to do—what he intends to be—over and over?

He opens his mouth as if to speak, but then sighs before he does so, his eyes refusing to come back to you. “That nice house uphill you said you liked is yours now.” He spares you a quick glance, and no more. “I talked to someone. Nobody got killed, trust me.”

You take a long moment to make sense of what he’s trying to say, to decide whether or not that’s even an answer to your question—and what was it you asked, anyway?—because, right now, he seems to be talking about a matter so far removed from the current tension in the room. You try to make sense of the nonchalance, too, the very casual way he’s telling you about how he knew of this friend—not a criminal—this friend who’d arranged it so you’ll only have your usual monthly rent payment scheme to cover the cost.

“That’s not how buying houses work.“ You try to come up with the right words that won’t feel as if you’re speaking to a child. “What—Whatever happened to down payment? What the hell are you saying?”

He shrugs. “I told you, I knew a friend.” It’s all you can do not to stare at him dumbly, as you try to find an answer even as he’s reaching a hand inside his coat pocket, fishing out a set of keys. “So, you can move in immediately whenever you want.”

Somehow, your irritation sparks anew. All of it. The fact that he’s giving you this one thing like he’s meant to be giving you all the things that made you happy, over and over, with no real intent behind them other than he can; the fact that he did not forget that one detail you’d told him about, and then never brought up again, on an unremarkable night many, many years back; the fact that he’s never, to this day, ever told you anything about how he was actually the one who managed to secure this place for you all those years ago and in secret, a fact you only learned by accident not too long ago; a little thing he’s kept from you, well-aware that you would’ve refused it, in the first place, and hated his guts, too, if you did find out. Which you did without his knowing, and some days, it kills you a little, not knowing what he must’ve done exactly to get you what you want; knowing of the debt that he never even brings up, so, technically, he doesn’t really have anything to hold over you—to claim you (or anything that’s yours) as his.

It pisses you off, all the same. It pisses you off that you’re always left to find meaning in the gestures that he makes, in secret or not, and you only realize how tiring it’s all been, all the second-guessing.

“I don’t need you to do things for me.”

“I’m not giving you shit for free. You’ll pay for it yourself, of course.” In the most ordinary of circumstances, his ill temper would’ve made you laugh. “Duh.”

You regret the slight tremble that seeped out of your words even before you spoke them.

“Why do you keep me around?”

For the first time tonight, his face becomes tinged with weariness; a dimming fire, casting what little light on the genuine hurt that hides behind his eyes. “I’m not keeping you around,” he says, very quietly, to himself and to no one in particular. But then, there is only you within the little space he occupies.

You both let the quiet stretch on too thinly, until, at long last, the brief sound of metal clinking against glass grates in your ears.

“All yours now, if you like.” You watch as he inches the set of keys to you across the table, stopping only when metal brushes your fingers. “Big house. Big enough for a family.” The little smile you catch is strained, now lacking in bite, and surprisingly genuine. There is a joke in there that you catch, a secret one between you and him he knows you’d get. A joke that stings your eyes, all the same.

“No family.” Even now, at this moment, you feel it’s only proper you correct him. “Just the one person I like.”

You don’t feel the second skin on you this time, while you keep your sight low and anywhere else but him; as he keeps his on the irrelevant scenery outside, like this is the one thing he’s not prepared to look directly in the eye. “Got anyone, then?”

A silence that you can’t help but hope has the same infuriating effect on him; a silence you’d have to break yourself, either way. “Yes, there is someone. Only one there ever was.”

You don’t look up even as he finally settles his gaze on you, afraid of what you might see. Still, you’ve made up your mind. You wait a few more moments before you're slowly pushing the keys back towards him.

“Get yourself a copy; I’ll take them after.”

Your fingers don’t touch, but neither of you make any move to detach your knees that rest idly against each other under the table.

@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu 🕷

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tagging: @prettyiolanthe

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cw. use of pet names. cursing + suggestive themes under the cut. use of y/n once. implied bonten timeline. he’s a sicko but also a mushy boyfie sue me.

-> sanzu’s mouth churns honey when he addresses you (and you sometimes like to tease him for it) <3

sanzu who calls you bug in a velvet, yielding drawl like he’s endowing you with a great, ancient secret he unearthed just for you by digging to the very core of the universe with his bare, callused palms. the sweet pet name – he makes it sweet, the air tasting like honeycomb if you were to teasingly lick at the space he fills the little word into – it’s not whispered under his breath, he’s not one to cower like that, but it’s low enough that your ears alone are the only ones meant to pick up the rich gravel of his voice. you’ve come to know him, your haru, who calls you petal, even, as he dips to nose at your hairline and smoothes his hand to follow the curve of your hipbone. you catch him double-checking his surroundings like a hawk circling the blinding sun to make sure none of his ‘pesky, meddlesome colleagues’ – his description, not yours – would be in damning earshot of witnessing him being an ooey gooey man for you. he’s not exactly subtle about it, his hunger for reputation and territoriality instinctively driving his actions. sanzu’s far from a perfect man, but perhaps he’s even further from stone-hearted.

you’re not new to the way his scarred mouth softens occasionally to wrap you in confectionery confessions – his rosy lashes, looping like an arsenal of sickles – doing little to hide the lovesick puddle of his eyes that lap up the upward tug of your lips like he’s offered nectar from a goddess and he hasn’t had a drop to drink since birth. you dare suspect that’s the only reason he’s compelled to do it – call you bug and petal and whatever saccharin name his clever tongue comes up with at the moment – because it makes you smile like a magpie’s brightest, most envied treasure.

and your smile? it’s the thing he’s most addicted to.

(sometimes, when you’re feeling brave, you tease sanzu, mercilessly. he’s not the only one who can be a little shit.

“hey, bug.”

“hey, loser.”

he scoffs and pushes you away immediately, the moment snuffed out like candlelight, his usual concrete-set features overtaking his face – but you think the mood’s still salvageable, if you play your cards right.

“you don’t deserve a single thing i give you, woman.”

“such a little baby, haru. you want me to call you sweet names too?”

the ugly scowl on his lips somehow deepens even further than a grave.

“fuck right off to hell, y/n.”

you snort out a giggle of sorts, and he almost breaks at the sound like the weak fool he is for you, because your smile and laugh in one is really just an unfair advantage the world has given him to lose against.

“okay, baby, but when you eventually come join me, i’ll greet you with open arms and say ‘hello, lover. hello, my fallen angel, my deepest desire, oh how i’ve missed you.’ and then we’ll have the filthiest, raunchiest sex right there on the floor in front of the devil’s throne. how about it?”

he’s grinning now. of course he is. he’s still such a man, even if he’s bone-marrow-deep wicked.

“sounds like a plan, petal. let’s have a taster of that future right now, shall we?”

and then he’s claiming your mouth like a hellfire, hot and damning as you moan into his bruising kiss, and you do exactly as you suggested till dawn comes knocking.)

[haitaniapologist]

HOME IS WHENEVER I AM WITH YOU. ( chapter twelve / epilogue. )

pairings — bonten!sanzu haruchiyo x assassin!female!reader

word count — 3.5k

chapter song — home, edith whiskers.

warnings — an ass*ssination, overall fluff, a bit of s*ggestiveness.

notes — im not ready to say goodbye to them. i must thank everyone who accompanied this silly little idea i had when i started watching spy x family, because if it wasn't for your kind words and encouragement, i wouldn't be able to finish my first series! this is a huge thing for me, and im getting emotional rn. well, see you guys again with counting sins !!! ugly crying rn.

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“y/n! haru! i can’t believe you two were able to come!” 

you smiled hearing aya’s excited voice, hand letting go of your husband’s to hug your friend. of course you couldn’t miss the opening of the newest restaurant of masahito — especially because tonight your mission would come to an end. it took almost two years for it to finally have a closure, but you knew it was yours and haruchiyo’s fault. 

you could’ve killed masahito as soon as haru managed to be included in his circle of close friends, but your husband forbade you from killing for nine months, until your baby boy was born — taichi was five months old, another one that was a carbon copy of his father. it wasn’t fair, was it? that both of your kids had the same big greens from their father that it made almost impossible to make you say no to them. 

taichi and sachi had their father wrapped around their fingers, and it was adorable seeing haruchiyo interacting with a newborn and sachi growing in the role of a big sister. 

you would never forget the look on her face when you told her the news, the look of sheer happiness and awe that you ever saw on a child's face before. she looked so adorable while putting her little hands on your belly and whispering to it, being encouraged by her father, to talk to her baby sibling — she was a bit shy at first, but as soon as taichi started to grow in your womb, sachi shyness went away, to the point where taichi recognized his older sister's voice when he arrived home for the first time. 

and you couldn't stop talking about how careful she was with him. sachi was a natural older sister, and you thought she learned that from her dad and uncle — because haruchiyo was a natural with babies, too. taichi always seemed to be calmer and more relaxed when he was between his father's arms, and they shared such a beautiful bond. it was just like you and sachi, and you couldn't wait to see him running after haruchiyo in your house alongside sachi, giggling and screaming when his father caught him. 

“y/n is so fine for a woman who just gave birth!” you heard masahito say while you hugged aya, and your hold around her waist tightened. she knew what was going to happen, but you still wanted to make sure she was in agreement with that. 

she just squeezed you back. she had found love within a scarred man with green eyes, and you couldn't wait until you could call her your sister. 

“taichi is the cutest little baby. his green eyes are so cute!” aya exclaimed through giggles, and you smiled. 

“i swear there is no thought behind those eyes, believe me. he is just like his father was.” you whispered in a hushed tone, but still with a hint of mischief in your words. aya knew about the truth, of course, but to others you and haruchiyo just met because you were his daughter's babysitter — and not because you were both childhood friends who were separated by twenty years. “and just like sachi, too. i swear, when tai starts to talk and run, both of them will be my downfall.”

“well, maybe a third one running with them and shouta can be better, don’t you think?” she teased, bringing your hands to rest for a few seconds on her belly, and you felt it — the same bump you had when you first discovered yourself pregnant with taichi. 

your eyes widened. “no way.” she nodded, and you swore you never gave someone that wasn’t your husband and children such a big smile. “does he know?” you were sure takeomi would be overjoyed to be a father, and you knew he would be one of the best — not the best though, because that place belonged to haruchiyo. 

aya nodded and you giggled. she told you how everything happened and how takeomi discovered she was pregnant with his child, and how she was hiding that from masahito, before haruchiyo called for you and you had to separate ways. you knew that masahito needed to die that night, or else you feared not aya or hers and takeomi’s unborn child would survive for so long. it seemed as if your husband was in tune with your wishes, squeezing your waist as soon as you were on his side again. 

“takeomi told me.” he whispered in your ear while he guided you both to the designated table — the same one where aya and masahito would be — hand in your lower back and breath fanning your neck. “i want to see him dead as much as you want, sweetcheeks.” 

“you’re so sexy saying things like that, haru.” you teased your husband, smirk on your lips, giggling when he pinched the flesh of your hips. “is everything according to the plan?” 

haruchiyo nodded. it was a simple one, just like all the other ones — both your husband and aya would make sure that masahito was drunk enough to follow you into a secluded room, at the same time some infiltrated bonten members were going to attack the security staff and turn off the cameras. you would do the killing, of course, and haru would make sure that the designated bonten traitor would be there to take the blame for the killing, while taking you out of the room and out of the restaurant. ever since the killing of the american diplomat and the incident with the ex vice principal of sachi’s school, your husband always made sure no one was following you and your target — and, especially, not today. 

you wanted to have your time with masahito, even though it wouldn’t be much. 

haru helped you to get in your seat and aya promptly sat the other one next to you, to make sure masahito wouldn’t be able to engage in a proper conversation with you. when you were making the plan, she gave the idea of preventing him  from interacting with you, since it would make him frustrated and more guillibe to follow you. 

but you two acted as if nothing was happening, engaging in conversation about maternity and your kids while she and your husband keep giving him more and more alcohol. 

you never thought about how your feelings were before a killing. maybe because you never knew the victim, or knew on first hand what they did to others — you were almost always excited or emotionless before, always repassing the plan in your head so it wouldn’t have flaws. but now? now your heart was racing with eagerness with every cup and glass masahito drank, hands twitching to take the pistol hidden under your dress and shoot him in front of everyone.

you felt haru’s warm hand on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there, as if he wanted to calm you down. and it worked, and you managed to continue your chat with aya without thinking about ways to make her future ex-husband suffer before he died — masahito wasn’t someone who deserved a peaceful death, but you knew you wouldn’t have much time to do what you wanted with him. the initial plan, when you first married haruchiyo, was to capture him so he could spill all the secrets of his work before killing him, but aya was already doing that. it was almost sad that you wouldn’t be able to see your husband in action as the loyal mad dog of bonten, but you knew you would have more opportunities to see that side of him. 

the signal for the plan to start was given by one of the infiltrated members, after masahito came back from his speech, and you started to do what you were taught to — seduce a drunk and filthy man. it started with subtle looks and some flashes of your skin to him. he was drunk enough to not notice haruchiyo’s eyes on him, and after your husband left the table to talk with some men he knew, it started to be more shameless. you would laugh a little too loud at his jokes, or cross your arms under your breasts to make them look bigger and fuller. 

you felt disgusted doing that in front of your friend, but she just smiled at you, as if she was used to it. aya left the table after giving masahito another drink, and you took her seat, doe eyes and kind fingers making their work. a wink and a kiss to his cheeks was what took him to follow you, running after the sight of you leaving like a puppy following its owner. 

the room had been previously chosen by haruchiyo and kakucho, as always. for the plan to work, your husband needed to know where you were — and the other bonten members too. it wasn’t a hidden place, nor a place that everyone would search for the host to be. it was perfect for you and your husband to pretend the exact same thing that happened in the american diplomat’s assassination. 

as soon as you entered the room, you felt masahito’s hands on your body and his drunken breath all over you. it was disgusting and it made you feel sick, but soon everything would be over. you turned around on his hold, pressing your lips lightly against his — so lightly that if you did that to your own husband, he would complain non-stop about it. but you didn’t want to prolong what was happening, pushing him and his body to the bed. if he was sober, you knew the plan wouldn’t work out, as he was strong even drunk; pressing his lips harder against you and squeezing your hips so harshly that you were afraid it would be bruised the next day. 

but after a few kisses, you had masahito where you wanted him — laid on his back in the bed, your legs straddling his lap. you knew he thought he was getting his dick wet by the hot wife of his friend, and you tried to stay in character until you heard the signal. a faint whistle from your husband, and you were ready to kill. 

you didn’t give time to masahito to react to it, already taking the pistol from your undergarments and pressing it to his forehead. you would never forget the look of sheer panic he gave you — masahito was the first kill you were happy to do. 

“fuck you, your useless pig.” you whispered before blowing his brains out, a smirk on your face.

haruchiyo entered the room as soon as you were finished, bringing the traitor with him. he watched you for a few moments while you admired the blood coming from masahito’s head, proud and happy that you were helping a helpless woman to get rid of her abuser, and an innocent child to have a better childhood. takeomi was going to be more of a father to shouta than his own biological father ever was. 

“sweetcheeks.” haru called you and you turned your attention to him, and he couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch inside his pants at the sight of you. your pupils were dilated and your mouth slightly parted, hair messy and a bit of blood on your cheeks. he couldn’t wait until he was home to finally fuck you and purify you of masahito’s touch. 

his call took you from your trance and got off the dead body, helping him put the traitor in his place before he could kill him. you watched as your husband killed the guy with the same gun you used, heart racing a bit — you were a bit sick in the head for finding such a scene a sexy one, but what could you do? 

the traitor was killed and haruchiyo smiled at you, and you pecked his lips. he groaned at the kiss, but you ended too soon for his liking — he needed to erase any traces of that man in your body, and he needed to do that now. 

“let’s go, baby. i have to breastfeed taichi in thirty minutes.” 

— 

home, sweet home. 

after a good killing session, there was nothing better than to arrive at your home. you and haruchiyo managed to get out of the restaurant without anyone noticing you two were gone, and a quick text to aya to check how things were going was what managed to calm your heart — she said nobody suspected a thing, and that the police was buying the story about the traitor. of course, one of the officers was a bonten informant, only there to make the other ones believe in what was happening. 

the whole ride back you were between your husband’s arms, head pressed on his chest. you weren’t nervous nor startled, but that meant the mission was finally over. almost two years after it started, and it was over — the fear of him leaving you wasn’t in your heart anymore, but it was strange. you were happy that masahito was dead and aya and shouta had the opportunity to have a better life with someone else in their lives, but you were a bit sad. you would miss the planning, the hours spent with aya discussing how she wanted her husband dead. 

now you two would be able to experience a more normal friendship, but it was cute seeing her coming with fetched ways to kill him. 

but you enjoyed the proximity with your husband, without any of the kids trying to get your attention. he seemed to enjoy that too, with the way his lips were pressing kisses to your exposed skin while the driver took you two to your home.

the first thing you did when you arrived at your house was to check in the kids while haruchiyo paid the nanny. 

sachi was sleeping peacefully in her room, her pink shark plushie tucked with her inside the covers. you kneeled down to kiss her forehead, and caressed her cheeks for a few minutes, just looking at her sleeping form. you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to call her your daughter, to see her growing up and receive all the love she had to give. her biological mother tried to show up again after you and haru married for real, but you knew your husband dealt with her — sachi was your daughter now, in paper and everything. you had adopted her as your own, and you couldn’t be happier. 

“i love you, baby.” you whispered with another kiss to her forehead and left the room, being greeted with the cutest sight ever. 

haruchiyo had a sleepy taichi on his arms, whispering sweet nothing in his ear while they waited for you. your little boy became a monster when he was hungry, and nobody wanted sachi to wake up because he was crying and sobbing without his milk. 

“look, mama is here, little guy.” haruchiyo whispered and you smiled, taking taichi from his arms and nuzzling him in your body. “i’m going to see sachi now. don’t monopolize your mama's boobs, okay? they were mine before anything else.” you rolled your eyes at his words, cradling your baby boy’s body closer to you while your husband kissed his face. 

haruchiyo went to check on sachi after a peck on your lips, and you went to taichi’s room to feed him. 

breastfeeding was something that you needed to learn from the experience of it, but there was nothing better than to be able to feed your own child. you wondered why sachi’s biological mother didn’t want to have such an intimate moment with her — you couldn’t imagine how she could look at such a small being and not feel the overwhelming love and need to protect you did with taichi. 

you watched as he fed himself, a small smile dancing in your lips. 

as soon as he was over, he started to palm your skin and you smiled at him, lifting him up and pampering his face with kisses, receiving sleepy giggles in return. you didn’t notice your husband at the doorway, looking at the scene in front of him. how could he be so lucky to have you at his side again? to be the mother of his two children, and a wonderful one too? he won in the lottery, and haruchiyo knew it must have been a mistake of some sorts — how could someone with that amount of sins like himself be blessed like that? 

you didn’t notice your husband at the doorway, but taichi did. ���papa!” he whispered in the midst of babbles, and your eyes widened. 

“did he just…” haruchiyo started, voice quivering with emotion.

“he said his first word!” you exclaimed, smiling at your baby boy. you were hurt it wasn’t ‘mama’, but you are happy nonetheless. you weren’t able to experience such moments with sachi, and it broke your heart whenever you thought about that. 

haru was on your side at no time, arm encircling your shoulder to embrace both you and his son. “i’m proud of you, little guy.” he smiled and you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder. “mama is probably upset. you should try to call her too, you know?” he started to poke taichi’s belly, and he graced the room with his giggles. 

“it’s okay, haru.” you whispered. “i know he loves me more.” 

“what do you mean?!” 

— 

2AM. 

taichi was now peacefully sleeping in his room after drinking his milk and laughing with his parents, and sachi didn't move an inch from when you two arrived home. they were your two little angels, but just when they were sleeping. 

“haruuuu~” you called your husband from your place in bed, waiting for him to finish his shower and come to cuddle with you. your texts with aya were over since she needed to make preparations for the funeral, and you were bored without your husband at your side to keep you warm — you were only using one of his old t-shirts and a pair of panties, and you needed his body to help you warm yourself. “come to bed.” you demanded, a pout in your lips. 

haruchiyo just rolled his eyes at his place in the bathroom. “you’re such a spoiled brat.” he muttered while looking at his reflection in the mirror, happy to be finally himself again — he hated the persona he came up with when he befriended masahito, missing his earrings and piercings, and his clothes. he was tired of being a CEO, a goody two shoes. he wanted to be his crazy and reckless self, though now he couldn’t be as reckless as he was before. 

he had a family now to return to. 

“you were the one who spoiled me, babe.” you replied, opening your arms for him to snuggle in. and he did, jumping in the bed and resting his face on your chest. 

haruchiyo started to kiss your exposed skin, hands groping and squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him, making you yelp and mewl at his ministrations. he bit a sensitive spot in your neck and you whimpered, hand tugging at his hair. “i need to get rid of that fucker’s touch on you, y/n. you’re mine and only mine.” 

you nodded. “and you’re mine. only mine.” 

“always had been, sweetcheeks.” 

he leaned to kiss you again, ahdn already cupping one of your breasts, but before anything else could happen, you heard two cries — one from sachi, the other from taichi. haruchiyo groaned. 

“i’ll go to sachi.” you nodded at your husband’s words, pecking his lips gently before getting up to tend to whatever taichi needed. 

the life of a parent of two wasn’t easy — you didn’t have so many intimate moments with your husband anymore, nor you could do whatever you pleased with him while at home, but you didn’t care. you had a beautiful family, a daughter that was so sweet and kind, a son that would grow to be exactly like her, and a loving husband, that showed you what a good father should be. 

if you told a seven-year-old y/n what she and her best friend would have in twenty years, she would never believe you — it was too good to be true, something that would only happen in fairy tales. 

but while you looked at your husband calming down a crying sachi and you held your little boy between your arms, you knew that fairy tales were real. yours was a little bit twisted, with more killing and blood than a normal one would have, but what could you do? 

it made it only more exciting, and you couldn’t wait to see what the new chapters were going to be.

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[invaderzia1]

Are there any letters left for sanzu or rindou ?

h - hair

honestly he keeps it long but does try to trim it back. no it isn’t dyed pink, but it is blond like his natural hair.

i - intimacy

Yea, he can pretty very romantic if he feel it. he’s happy to have someone to love and care for.

l - location

honestly, he doesn’t mind where it happens. if someone has a problem with that he’ll make them regret that.

o - oral

honestly he likes it’s messy when he eats you out, loves to know how good he’s making you feel. pull his hair and trap him between your thighs.

z - zzz

really depends on if he’s been drinking or doing something else, if he’s sober he’ll stay up.

a - aftercare

i mean he’ll help you clean up but that’s about it. he can cuddle with you if he’s feeling it but sometimes he’ll just go take a shower.

b - body part

legs and your lips. Always has a hand on your thighs and loves to see your in heels. also loves when you wear lipstick on your lips.

c - cum

liquidy with a salty taste. can get some distance and does cum a good amount. loves to give you facials.

e - experience

has been around a bit. can make you feel good and doesn’t need much instruction.

[somemydayy]

Strange Land

This is a reupload from my side blog @mydayy

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: After a couple of years, you finally met your dear brothers. They left your home town Roppongi to make a name for themselves, in Tokyo, but you stayed and made sure to take care of the city. And circumstances arise, were you pay them a little visit. And maybe along the way you make new enemies, friends and something more.

Paring: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

“I don’t want to look pretty, I want to look other worldly and vaguely threatening.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

When describing you, many would say you were cool, smart and dependable, a pretty girl who was on the kendo team. With two older brothers who where the pride and joy and feared among residents of roppongi.

Unlike your brothers who ruled over roppongi with just them two, you formed a gang, first it was a all girl group, but soon your reputation reached many ears. Many high school, and college girls, and boys alike joined your group. You were likeable, smart and loyal, what more could someone ask for. You had many people under your command, unlike your two older brothers you relied not just on strength alone, you were rather intelligent and cunning. Your friends had connections, yakuza and other gangs leaders. Unlike the many gangs around tokyo, and the like you opposed the use of drugs in roppongi, if you found or caught anyone making deals in your territory they would be beaten to a inch of their life. Sometimes you would even record, and sent evidence to the police. You didn’t like being a snitch, but you would do what you had to do to protect your people, and your city.

Abuse was also not tolerated, if you saw a man strike, or threaten a women or child you, and your gang would take care of it. Sometimes a little beating here and there, but never going as far as killing them. You sometimes would feel bad for the poor bastards so you would call a ambulance, or drop their sorry ass at a nearby hospital.

Your group had many members, around town, wealthy and powerful too. Your group’s hideout was a bar, and restaurant one of the members ran. Your number one rule was not to sell alcohol to minors. If any business broke this rule, they would get sanctioned, and in accordance with your order the town would boycott the business until they would be ran out of town.

Your second in command was your best friend and confident named Hanako Miyazaki. Her family had ties with, and were yakuza, but they often did business outside of town. They knew it was forbidden so they stuck with the rules. Your third in command was a senior at your high school named Shoji Kanemoto. His parents ran a taekwondo dojo your gang often visited.

Many didn’t know or were too scared to ask, but only your parents and brothers and Hanako, and Shoji knew why you hated drugs so much. Your boyfriend from middle school through all of high school died from a overdose. Since then, you hated any involvement with drugs.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You were soon making your way through, down town roppongi when you caught sight of a fight, one of your men was getting beaten up badly. 5 vs 1 wasn’t quite fair. With much needed intervention you beat all the men, and as the bodies pilled up you caught sight of a small bag full of while powder in the one of the attacker’s pockets. It looked like a vein was ready to pop, *tongue clicks*

With a nod you sent away your colllegue in arms.

“Hey, tell me, who the hell gave you permission to sell drugs in my territory?”

“Haitani.”

“Look, you should stop spewing bull-shit before I get mad. Cause I sure as hell didn’t give you any permission. If you didn’t know by now, I’m the only haitani who’s running roppongi at the moment.”

“General!”

“What is it.”

“But I’ll entertain you stupidity, Miyazaki the gasoline.”

With a quick swoop, you poured gasoline all over the four men. And lit your lighter, soon a fire that could only be described similar to the pits of hell erupted. But just in time you pulled one man out and poured flour all over him, and the rest.

“I’ll ask you again who the fuck gave you permission to sell drugs in my territory?!”

“The haitani brothers.”

“Oh really? Miyazaki we’re heading to Tokyo to surprise the boys with a little present.”

After extractioning information out of man, he told you about the shipments of drugs stored in a warehouse near the port. After making a few calls you secured the shipment. After loading it up into a semi truck, and soon you were on your way to Tokyo.

“I’m leaving you in command, Tamaki Mitsuo.”

“Ai Ai captain.”

“Please don’t ever say that again. In accordance with protocol we’re shutting roppongi down for further notice until I can get this settled. No cargo is to be delivered without inspections. Miyazaki already talked to her uncle, also the police were already made aware, and will be assisting. We handed over all the drugs. A curfew is placed in order. Make sure the little kids don’t ever get their hands on any of this crap, if you catch someone making deals with a roppongi resident, I’ll leave that to you Mitsuo. I leave roppongi in your care. Protect it with your life.”

“Yes! Onee-san!”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

After a few hours you finally made it to Tokyo, and with some of your members in toll. You were making your way across the city, searching for the boys when finally you found them. As you approached, and jumped on ran’s back, someone clicked their gun next to your head.

In a quick reflex you jumped off your brother’s back. But just as you were ready to back away, someone caught your arm, placing a gun near your head again. As you looked up, you caught sight of rose colored hair and a scared smile.

“Now!” Gasoline poured from the nearby rooftops. As the yakuza pulled out their guns. As you took out your lighter, you gave a sinister smile.

“I’ll only ask once, did anyone of you think it was okay to deliver a shipment onto my port, onto my city? Cause I sure as hell didn’t. Hell not even the yakuza go against my wishes. I’m rather disappointedear dear, onii-chan.”

“(Y/n).” Whispered Ran. You threw the package you took from the man earlier at your brothers.

“We had nothing to do with it, I swear.” Stated Rindo.

Miyazaki soon pushes a badly burned man out, in front of the twins.

“Well he says differently, isn’t that right mister. Or did you lie to me? I have you know I really really hate liars. But you know what, I hate even more?”

You let out a wide grin, a scary look was cast across your face as you let out a sinister laugh.

“I hate drugs even more, if I get a report that some of your drugs made it into my cities’ kids hands. I’ll skin you alive myself, understand?”

“We’ll then, I want you to find the bastard who did and sent them my way, you can do that for me right, dear brothers?”

“Oh yeah, mom says you better make it home for Christmas dinner or else.” With that you made your way out of the alley with a wide grin.

Ran and Rindo were left at a standstill, as they both let out a hearty chuckle.

Sanzu was left mesmerized, in a complete and deep trance.

“I don’t think I ever meet someone as equally or more crazy then me, I think I’m in love. Hey haitani does your little sister have a boyfriend?”The boys were quite, and shared a look before they let out a loud laugh.

“Sanzu she’s our not our younger sister she’s our older sister.”

“What?!”

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[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[bontensruby]

No one:

Literally no one:

Bonten! Sanzu: DARLINGGGGG, GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAAAAILLLLL!?!?!?!?

[wingo5]

Haru is abt to give takeomi another scar

[buccini555]

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞..." — 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Headcanons of how they would react to you wanting to end your relationship after they were rude or aggressive

H e a d c a n o n s

𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Takeomi Akashi and Kanji Mochizuki

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

tw: threats, reference to emotional dependence(?), abandonment issues, manipulation and su!cide mention

Manjiro didn't mind taking out the anger he felt during his crises on you and he was very worried about ending up hurting you, despite that, he didn't want to and couldn't lose you, for that reason, he kept you under total control, even so, when you found the courage to put an end to that relationship, Manjiro was in disbelief that you really intended to leave him.

"No, you won't leave me, don't do this to me." He would shout at you while holding you by the arm, his words would become even more desperate, making the atmosphere increasingly tense between the two of you. "If you leave me... If you break up with me, I'll kill myself, do you fucking hear me?" Manjiro would say, squeezing your arm even tighter, once again, not caring that you was scaring you with such aggression.

"Don't leave me... Please... Don't leave me..." Letting go of you when he realized that he was already going beyond the limits, he would move away a little and remain begging more and more for your forgiveness and for you not to let him alone.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

tw: aggressiveness, extreme abandonment issues, victimism(?), manipulation and threats

Haruchiyo ended up being rude and aggressive most of the time because he was angry about something, despite that, in a way, he tried to maintain control because he really liked you in some way, when Sanzu realized that he was losing you when he heard you talk that he wanted to end your relationship, even though it made him angry and angry with himself for not having been good enough for you, one side of him wouldn't allow you to leave.

"I know it seems like I never cared about your love or that I don't care about anyone, but I love you, if you let me... I don't know what I'm capable of." Holding your face, he would speak as sincerely as possible while holding back as much as possible so as not to end up being aggressive towards you.

"Please do not leave me alone." Sanzu would kneel before you and insistently ask for your forgiveness, he really didn't want you to leave him, he wouldn't threaten you directly, however, Haruchiyo would fear ending up doing something against you.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

tw: changes in behavior, kakucho continuing to be a sweetheart even though he's broken inside and indifference/coldness or silent treatment(?)

Kakucho was always kind and adorable, despite this, being part of one of the most dangerous gangs made him change almost overnight, making him colder and more impatient.

"In short, is it over between us?" Interrupting your speech, he would say when he realized that that dialogue was about ending a relationship, at that very moment, Kakucho just remained without any reaction.

"I respect your choice, since you want to leave me... Well, go ahead! But know that despite everything, I won't stop loving you..." As much as his true desire was to ask you not to giving up on your relationship, Kakucho no longer made a point of insisting on someone, he wouldn't threaten you and much less be aggressive, Kakucho would just treat you with total indifference and coldness even though he still made a point of showing his side that used to be affectionate and passionate.

"Hey..." The taller one would hold your hand. "Can I give you a hug before you go...?" Kakucho would ask, trying to look away as much as possible to hide the sadness in his eyes when he realized that he had truly lost you.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

tw: impatience, exhaustion at work, "unintentional" aggression, extreme fear of abandonment, emotional dependence

Kokonoi was affectionate most of the time, despite this, the stress coming from his "work" really affected him, making him lose his temper with you easily on most occasions.

"What did I do wrong to make you want to leave me?" He would yell at you as soon as he listened carefully to you saying that the relationship had become unsustainable. "Wasn't I enough for you? Tell me!" For the first time, Kokonoi showed aggression at that moment when he put you against the wall, holding your shoulders while he continued speaking with a raised voice, leaving you completely scared.

"I-I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry..." Realizing what he was doing, Kokonoi immediately let go of you and hugged you, he didn't want to hurt you even though he was completely losing control.

"You can't do this... If you leave me... I, I can't let you go, I can't lose you too, you're all I have that's most valuable." Hugging you even tighter, he would say, being sincere in his somewhat desperate words, Kokonoi would beg until the last moment for you to remain by his side.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

tw: manipulation, victimism, aggression, emotional dependence(?), threats and strong words

Rindou wasn't usually rude or aggressive except when he was angry, despite that, he didn't really care about ruining your feelings every time he was stressed about something, once he realized that you were really about to leave him, Rindou definitely didn't accept your choice, quite the opposite, he really wouldn't react well to the possible breakup.

"...What the hell do you think you're talking about?" He would turn to you with a tan lookI was as scared and would even say disbelieved in his words.

"Do you really think you can leave me like I'm nothing? Do you really think I'm going to allow that? Bitch, you don't know what I'm capable of doing for you!" Holding your arm in a way he never did, he would start yelling at you without worrying if he was scaring you or anything.

"If you leave me... I won't be able to live without you and I won't forgive myself for hurting you if you go, forgive me for everything, please." Begging for your forgiveness, Rindou would threaten you indirectly, he really wouldn't allow you to leave no matter what, he would keep you by his side at any cost.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

tw: toxic relationship, manipulation, mention of aggression, victimism, false promises, threats and mention of dependence

It was not uncommon for Ran to end up being rude or aggressive towards you, despite this, he always ends up regretting it and going back to apologize, when you threatened to break up with him, Ran simply did not accept such a choice on your part.

"You want to leave me? After everything I did for you? I thought you loved me..." Ran would say in a dramatic way like he always used to do when you guys fought, despite that, when he realized the seriousness in his words , he would immediately change at the thought of ending up losing you.

"If you dare leave me, I won't forgive myself for what I'm going to do to you!" Putting you against the wall, he would hold your neck with force to make you look at his face, Ran would say in a tone of threat and distress, looking directly into your eyes to make you feel even worse.

"Never think about leaving me again, no one will ever love you like I do..." The taller one would kiss your cheek and start to caress your face gently, Ran would keep saying that he loved you unconditionally despite his actions.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

tw: alcohol/drugs mention, betrayal mention, strong words, petnames like "princess", aggression, victimism, threats and manipulation

Takeomi was never able to show the slightest bit of affection, only when he was drunk or drugged, most of the time, Akashi remained rude, not to mention the countless betrayals.

When you told him that you wanted to end that relationship, Takeomi simply laughed at you. "Are you kidding me? Stop talking nonsense before I lose my fucking patience with your annoying voice." He would say holding his arm, but when he realized that you really wanted to leave him, his posture would change immediately.

"I'm sorry, my love! I'll change, if you let me... Well, I won't mind punishing you, you know that, don't you, my little princess?"

Takeomi would let go of your arm and pull you into a forced hug, he would promise you that he would change to save your relationship but he would threaten you right away.

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢

tw: kanji being an idiot, mention of aggression, manipulation and threats

Kanji was extremely rude to you most of the time, he rarely showed any affection, when you showed the first signs that you wanted to end your relationship, he ended up becoming even worse.

"You were the one who wanted to start this, weren't you? Now, stand by your choices." He would say as soon as he heard you asking to break up, Kanji wouldn't mind being even more aggressive with you because he was in disbelief in the fact that you wanted to leave him, at the same time that he still felt the slightest bit of feelings for you and didn't want to lose you. Mochi simply wouldn't allow you to remain in control of your own life.

"If you leave me, I won't leave you alone, so you don't want to pay to see it." He would say in a threatening tone holding your face making you look directly at him.

[fueledbysano]

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍

who did you get? ♡

♱ ft. Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou

♱ content/warnings: slight nsfw, pure teasing, alcohol consumption, mentions of smokimg, public display of affection, high sexual tension.

♱ a/n: I had Koko and Takeomi too but then I wanted to add Shin and Waka so ig I'll do that for another post

The night was dark and cold, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of cigars and whiskey. Bonten had gathered in one of their club penthouse properties for a night of celebration, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses spilling out into the night.

Everyone was particularly in a good mood, including their leader, who was in his element, surrounded by his friends and underlings. He had worked long and hard to build his criminal empire, and now he could finally kick back and relax, secure in the knowledge that he had everything running smoothly.

As the night wore on, and the alcohol continued to flow. They told jokes and stories that they would never admit to in the daylight, and they laughed at each other's misfortunes. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for these hard-nosed executives, and they were all grateful to have each other to lean on.

As the night wore on, the alcohol began to flow freely. The men were feeling no pain, and the jokes and stories flew back and forth across the table. Until, Rindou suggested a drinking game, and the mood shifted.

He took out a spicy card game and took turns on picking one. They got…

˗ˏˋ Sanzu - lick ice cream off of the inner thigh of the player across you

The air was thick with anticipation as they waited for Sanzu to reveal his dare. And once he did, a hush fell over the group as they turned to look at you, who was sitting at the end of the table. Your face was flushed with embarrassment as you looked around your sides, figuring out if you were truly the one he picked.

The spontaneousness and spice of the dare had always been in Sanzu’s nature, but the man couldn’t help but feel his heart racing with excitement. He finally caught another reason to act his attraction towards you, with everyone else watching. When it was his turn to fulfill the dare, he took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. He could feel the rest of the group watching him as he made his way towards the woman.

The pinkette picked up a spoon and carefully scooped up some ice cream. He then made his way over to you, who was still blushing furiously, and leaned in close. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone held their breath, interested in seeing what would happen next.

And then, with a bold move, Sanzu knelt in between your legs and gently placed the spoon against your inner thigh, allowing the ice cream to melt and dribble onto the skin. You closed your eyes, anticipating the heat of his tongue meeting the icy sensation of the desert. And as you let it melt onto your skin, you could feel his pulse racing against his hands that kept your legs open.

The rest of the members are obviously enjoying themselves, sharing soft applauds to Sanzu and compliments to your body. Despite the initial embarrassment, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenalin as you watched the daredevil fulfill the bold request.

For just a brief moment, the world seemed to disappear, and it was just the two of you in your own private bubble. You could feel his breath in your core, his arms curled around your thighs, and for a moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had given you a hint that he wanted to go all the way with you, on your own time and space. The tip of his nose merely pressed against your clothed clit as he finished the last drop of ice cream in between your thighs.

Afterwards, when the group had moved on to the next dare, Sanzu could feel your eyes on him, and he knew that something had changed within you. He knew that he had finally taken the first step towards his attraction.

˗ˏˋ Mikey - Act out your favorite position

Tonight, he found himself in a situation that was foreign to him, one that he had never experienced for himself before. Physical affection was not something that he was used to initiate nor display to others. It was not a part of his nature. But he knew that he had to set aside his facade of being a tough and ruthless man, even if it was killing him inside.

He took a deep breath, then turned over to the woman in question. He wrapped his arm around you for a moment, pulling you close enough to whisper into your ear, “You remember it, yeah? What we did last time…” He was obviously flustered, but his actions showed otherwise with the way he assertively held your waist and pulled you close, your bodies touching until you gathered the courage to straddle Mikey into the cowgirl position.

Mikey’s choice of position came as a shock to everyone present. The members of the organization were used to seeing him as a ruthless leader, someone who was always in control and never showed any weakness or vulnerability. But in that moment, they saw a different side of him, one that was softer, and someone who was willing to push outside their comfort zone. Mikey, for his part, was surprised by his own actions, and was a little embarrassed by the attention he received. But he also felt a sense of relief, knowing that he didn't always have to be the tough and ruthless leader, that he could be himself, even if it was just for a moment for fun.

You were almost unable to move, having Mikey’s hands planted on your waist and slowly rocking you back and forth. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants, pleased to know that the feeling of excitement and arousal is mutual. Everyone was flustered and quiet as the scene unfolds in front of them, raising suspicions that this had happened before (which it has). You couldn’t take your eyes off of Mikey with the way he tried so hard to stifle a whimper, throwing his head to the edge of the couch as you moved.

And then, as suddenly as it had come, the moment was over. The game had moved on, and Mikey was left sitting there, feeling a mix of emotions. A part of him wanted to hold on to that feeling, to explore it further and see where it might take him. But another part of him knew that he had a reputation to maintain, that he had to maintain his poise and composure for the rest of the night.

˗ˏˋ Kakucho — Passionately kiss the neck of the player on your left

He peeked as you drew this card, and he almost choked on his whiskey when Kakucho realized that he would be the one to receive the action from you. “I’m not doing it if you don’t want to.” You chuckled and prepared to pour shots as an alternative to the dare. “Where’s the fun in that? Go as long as you’d like.” Kakucho wouldn’t usually jump on something so daring on a normal day, but all the alcohol he’s consumed through the night definitely pushed him to encourage you. Sat in a manspread and arms spread over the couch, you sat on his right thigh and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He could feel the texture of your hair tickling the exposed skin of his chest, and the lingering scent of your perfume. He wanted to make a comment and praise how good you’re doing, but the words are stuck in his throat. You leaned forward, lips just inches away from Kakucho’s neck. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, finally feeling the soft texture of his skin on your lips. Kaku’s body tensed, his muscles clenched as he let out a moan. You pulled away for a moment, catching her breath and taking in the moment.

However, you weren’t satisfied with your first kiss before deciding to lean in once more. As you kissed him once again, you felt the warmth of his skin, the softness of his flesh, and the beating of his pulse under your lips. Seconds passed and you continued to enjoy the feeling of Kakucho’s body pressing against yours, feeling a sense of intimacy you didn’t think you had.

For the next few seconds, it seemed as though time had stopped altogether. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of his breathing and the hum of the card table's lights, with the occasional pour of liquor from the other members.

Kakucho tried so hard on pulling himself together with the way you sat on his lap, his fingers digging into the armrests of the chair, whilst he bit on his other finger, making it obvious to the rest of them that he’d grown particularly fond of this dare that involved extreme physical contact with you.

Despite the rest being lost in their own thoughts, Rindou put his shot away before having to practically scold you. “Alright, that’s enough.” Just when it seemed the awkwardness would never end, you pulled away., almost forgetting that you were in the middle of a stupid drinking game.

Flustered and marked with your love bite, Kakucho opened his eyes to very intrigued colleagues and a cute sight of you still sat on his lap. The rest of the game continued without a hitch, and the group moved on to other activities. But your memories of the enjoyable dare between you and Kakucho stayed with your minds long after the card game ended.

˗ˏˋ Ran and Rindou – do a body shot

They “come in a package” Ran said… It would only add to the entertainment of the game (and the person) if they both do the dare. So when they drew “body shots” with you, they instantly knew what to do. As a devout guest to their exuberant parties, you could say that this dare was customary for the three of you.

Ran and Rindou nodded, their expressions thrilled. They knew that this dare was going to be one they would never forget, but they were determined to get through it with as much dignity as possible being in their workplace.

You easily undid the straps of your shirt, revealing your bralette to the entirety of your colleagues in the room before making yourself comfortable on the couch. Takeomi approached with two shot glasses for each of the brothers. The cool glass makes contact with the skin in between your cleavage, then on your navel.

“Bottoms up,” He kindly spoke before letting the two executives scurry to you like pigeons. With a deep breath, both brothers prepared themselves for what was to come. They knew it would be potentially embarrassing, but they were determined to complete the dare and show their colleagues just how much fun they can have at the regular Haitanis parties.

Ran propped his legs on either side of yours, supporting his weight on your thigh, careful not to spill the shot glass on your Navel. Rindou was already flushed, his eyes half-lidded and his lips pursed in a drunken pout. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless with anticipation. You nodded at him, knowing what he was asking without having to explain himself. As you tilted your head back, Rindou leaned in closer to the shit glass on your cleavage, his lips hovering near yours. The two of you were nearly nose-to-nose, and for a moment, it felt like you were suspended in time, ready to be kissed by Spider-Man himself.

“Shot!” Sanzu spoke and simultaneously, Ran and Rindou each took the glass with their teeth and leaned their head for a shot.

The warmth of the alcohol trickled down their throats, and a drop of the fiery liquid trickled down Ran's chin and onto your thigh. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, the tickle of it making you squirm. The three of you were all tangled together, united in a moment of pure hedonism. It was a sight to behold, one that both excited and humbled you at the same time. And as you looked from one to the other, feeling the warm glow of the alcohol spreading through your body, you knew that this was the main event of your evening, in the thick of the action, with these two wildcards.

And though the memory of that dare would always be a part of their recollection of the night, they were proud of themselves for pulling it off so gracefully and fun.

[haruchuiyo]

black lace lingerie

content: not sfw + this entire fic is just a trip to pound town <3 + oral (m receiving) + f!reader + reader wears a lingerie + established relationship + c0ckwarming + bonten sanzu so he has blue eyes hehe

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Sanzu was dressed in black suit pants with his white shirt tucked in, leaning back against the headboard on the bed. You told him to sit there and wait because you wanna show him his gift. And when you do, he sits up straighter seeing you dressed in a black lace lingerie. You take small steps towards him to the bed.

He asks you to twirl and when you do, he sees it’s a backless one. He glances down to your chest, seeing it nicely tucked in the lingerie, your nipples protruding. He continues looking further down, seeing you clad in lace panties.

You see how his pants seem to tighten. And he adjusts himself on the bed. Leaning back away from the headboard to sit on the edge of the bed, he gently pulls you between his thighs by the back of your thighs. He softly travels his hands down your back, fingers tips ghosting over your skin. He is admiring the beauty in front of him. You sight in content at his touch and let out a soft gasp when his hands reach your backside, softly giving it a squeeze.

“So pretty, is it all for me?” His voice is low and breathless. You lightly nod your head, reaching your hands to put them on his shoulders. “So pretty.” He whispers to himself, his pink eyes all over your body.

Then you get down on your knees, your hands trailing down his chest along as you do so. You hear his breath hitch and he lets out a low moan when you put your hands over his erection, he’s stiff and hard, you can see the outline through the fabric of his pants. You unzip his pants, slightly smiling to yourself on the fact he’s not wearing a belt. You smile to yourself thinking it’d be faster to unzip him. As you unzipped the belt, you feel his stiff cock even more through his underwear. And you crane your head down, hearing him let out an unrestrained groan when you place your lips atop his clothed erection.

You look up at him, seeing his face flushed in heat and him breathing heavily. He throws his head back, biting down on his lower lip when you lick him through the fabric, grasping onto your hair, his fingers curling into it. You suck and lick his clothed cock, you reach your hands out to touch it and softly stroking it through the material. As you do, you see the tip twitch out of the fabric, precum leaking out. You lick the tip tentatively and moan at the taste as his grasp on your hair tightens.

“No more, I can feel myself come already.” He’s saying between pants and you pout. “But I wanna taste you some more.” You say, pulling his underwear down, taking his tip proper in your mouth. He gasps at the touch and bucked his hips, sliding almost all his size into your mouth. You feel tears from in your eyes at his sheer girth, you feel him pull your head up by your hair, his cock still in your mouth. He runs his tongue over his lip, brushing against his scars at the sight before speaking out.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He gently says, breathlessly. You shake your head and with that, it sends sensations down his body and he bucks his entire cock into your mouth, you almost gag on it before hollowing your cheeks out, flattening your tongue before licking him whole. He tosses his head back when you bop your head down his length, sucking on his tip, before licking the girth.

His moans and groans music to your ears, you moan against his cock as you reach your hands down to touch yourself. Rubbing your hands over your clothed clit, you barely managed to get in a few rubs before he pulls out of you and makes you stand up, his cock leaving your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

“I’d rather come inside you, yeah? Is it alright, doll?” Sanzu says as he pulls down the straps of your lingerie. You let out a slight nod at his words and he smiles proudly up at you. “That’s my good girl.” He says before pulling your lingerie down to your hips, letting it fall around your lap.

He leans his head in, seeing your pretty tits, so cute and small in his his large hands, he gives your nipple a lick and you gasp at the touch. Immediately reaching your hand out to grasp onto his hair. He chuckles at your reaction before licking your other nipple the same way. You pout at his obvious teasing, he looks at you with mischief in his eyes before going to work properly. He takes your pretty nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he licks it with the tip of his tongue. You moan at how his ministrations on your breasts feel like. Sending lightings down your body. Then he gives your other tit the same attention, you pull his face against your chest closer, he sucks and nips on your nipple harder, leaving it with a pop and his saliva on your skin. He looks up at you, his face at your bare chest, you look down before he places gentle kisses on your cleavage, kissing your breasts, the underside of them before moving up while wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you onto his lap.

You whimper out at the feeling of his cock grazing your clothed clit, you roll your hips against him as a grunt leaves his mouth while peppering kisses up your neck. Then he takes your mouth in a passionate frenzied kiss. His hands trail down your bare back as he helps you move your hips against him.

You whine when you clench down on nothing, murmuring words of ‘i need you right now’ against his mouth and he coos at you telling you to be good girl. You pout as he nips on your lower lip. You reach your hands down to pull his cock out and he grins at you.

“Needy girl, so impatient to have me inside you huh?” He teases as you feel your tears well up. He croons at your reaction. “Aw sweet doll, I’m gonna fill you up in a second okay? Hmm?” He softly tells you and you nod your head, anticipation clear as day on your face. Then you feel his hand over yours that’s holding his girth and he pulls your panties aside, before sliding slowly inside you. Your head falls forward on his shoulder at the intrusion as he groans at how tight you are around him.

He murmurs words of that you can take it, such a good girl, continuously praising you in that voice of his that you love. You nod your head against his shoulder, agreeing with him. Then he bucked his lips into you, entering you fully. And you bite down on his shoulder, he winces at the sting and lays back on the bed, letting you adjust to him. He holds your hips sweetly like you’re made of porcelain and when you’ve adjusted, you tentatively roll your hips and breathy moans slips past your lips as you fall hands forward on his chest, fisting his white shirt in your hands. His hands moves from your hips to your ass, kneading the skin as he rolls you against him.

“Feels so good .” You let out a pleased moan and he smiles at you, you lean your face down to kiss his lips. As you do, he hammers into your cunt and you gasp while falling forward onto him, gripping onto his hair.

“Still feel good, my sweet girl?” He asks as he ruts into you like a man starved. You nod your head quickly. “You’re so big, I feel full.” You manage to say between your sweet cries as he thrusts into you. He chuckles by your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

The sounds of him thrusting against you, skin against skin and your filthy noises is the only thing heard in the room. He groans when he feels you clench down around his cock, he knows you’re close even before you mumble it to him, telling you ‘i know, I know you can come for me like a good girl you are.’ And through his praise alone, you feel the pressure in your abdomen disintegrate and you come, your thighs tightening beside his body. He keeps thrusting into you and his last ones were sharp and kisses your sweet sweet spot inside you before he fills you up, spurting ropes of come and he lets out a low, rough groan as he reached his release.

He shifts his body further up the bed, rests his head on the pillow as you sit up on his lap, his cock still inside you. He holds you warmly by your hips, looking down where you two are joined at the hips. His and your come formed a ring shape at the base, and when he sees you trail your fingers down your stomach to your clit, you feel him twitch inside you. You lightly smile at his quick virility. He adjusts his body on the bed, which in turn makes him slightly move inside you and you moan at the action.

“No more.” You pout and he pouts back. “I still want more of you.” Sanzu says as he rubs circles on your hips. You move your body so he is hovering over you and you cup his face gently.

“I know.” You simply say and he raises a brow at your two words. “You know?” He repeats and you hum in reply, mischief dancing in your eyes and he grins at you. “You little tease.” He says as he pulls out of you, his cock laying stiff and hard on your abdomen while he’s watching how drops of come slips out. He clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction.

“We can’t let that happen.” You hear him say and you hum in confusion. Then you feel him push his come back inside your hole and you giggle at his actions. Your giggle was cut short when he slips into your cunt again, and coos when he sees the how your abdomen slightly bulges out when he’s inside you.

You wrap your legs around his body as you unbutton his shirt then take it off his body, admiring his slender body, his body a work of art that you could stare at all day. As he admires how you nicely wrap your cunt around him, you slightly brush your thumb over his nipple and he lets out a slight gasp.

“What are you up to now, doll?” He asks as he watches how you look at his body like he is made of gold.

“Mischief.” You playfully say as you wrap your hands around his neck and he leans down while chuckling. “Oh really?” He asks and you nod your head. “Mhm.” You say and he nuzzles his face into the base of your throat, inhaling your scent. He turns your body around so he’s beneath you, a soft sigh escapes your mouth when you feel his cock move inside you.

“You have such a sweet scent.” He mumbles against your skin and you giggle at his words. “What? I’m being honest.” He says like you did something outrageous.

“I know you are.” You giggle once again and he pulls his head up to look at you before tickling your neck by playfully licking your sensitive spot. Your giggles turn into laughter and he eats the sound up by giving you a warm and tender kiss on your mouth.

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i wrote this at 4 in the morning so if it don’t make sense it didn’t make sense lmao

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[haitaniapologist]

SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE. ( chapter three. )

pairings — bonten!sanzu haruchiyo x assassin!female!reader

word count — 2.9k

chapter song — supermassive black hole, muse.

warnings — teeth rotting fluff, an amusement park, reader is scared of haunted houses.

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you woke up to an unfamiliar pressure on your belly.

your first instinct was to reach for the knife you had put under your pillow before you went to bed, but a giggle made you stop. it was just sachi — you remembered her coming up in the bed in the middle of the night and nuzzling herself between you and sanzu, and you just sighed and passed your arms around her. you didn’t know what sanzu’s rules for sharing a bed were, but you didn’t mind sleeping with her. sachi was small and warm like a plushie, and her company reminded you that you didn’t need to sleep on edge anymore.

however, you also felt a hand on your lower back, something that wasn’t there when you went to sleep or when sachi climbed the bed. it could only be sanzu’s, of course. but why was he cuddling you?

“mama, i know you’re awake.” sachi whispered, and you opened an eye to find her big green ones already looking at you. “but papa is still asleep.”

you nodded, tightening your hold on her — what prompted the little girl to start giggling again, but you shushed her, not wanting to wake up sanzu. it seemed like he needed a good rest, and you understood why. dealing with criminals wasn’t a good field of work if you wanted peace and calm in your life. “morning, baby. why don’t we make papa his breakfast, hmm?” you suggested, kissing her forehead.

sachi nodded enthusiastically, and you tried your best to leave the bed with her without your husband waking up. it was strange calling a total stranger like him by such a title, but the diamond ring in your finger was a reminder of the place he had in your life now. sachi was a bit sleepy, and you noticed how her hair looked like a rat’s nest after a full night of sleep, and you knew you needed to buy her a satin bonnet so brushing it wouldn't be so painful.

you placed her on her high chair, taking the ingredients to make pancakes out of the shelves.

“mama, your ring! did you like it?” she asked curiously and you nodded, mixing the flour, the banana and the eggs.

“it’s really beautiful, did you help papa choose it?” you kept the conversation going, hearing as sachi said that when haru laid eyes on the ring he knew it was the one, and your heart starting to beat up quickly inside your rib cage while you flipped the pancakes. was that true? did he think about you the first time he saw such a beautiful ring? it was quite a surprise for you, and you smiled when sachi said you were even more beautiful than the jewel resting on your finger.

you were making her hot cocoa when you heard her squeal and sanzu appeared in the kitchen.

“papa!” she exclaimed, nuzzling her cheek with his and you tried not to ogle his bare torso, putting the pancakes, hot cocoa and coffee on the table. “mama made pancakes and hot cocoa for me! and that black and strange liquid for you, because i said you liked it.” he raised a pink eyebrow to her, kissing her forehead and putting his daughter on her chair again, while you made her plate.

“good morning, baby. and thank you, you know how papa enjoys drinking coffee when he wakes up.” he smiled at sachi while you sat beside her, making your own plate. “good morning, sweetcheeks. did you sleep well?”

you nodded, helping sachi drink her hot cocoa. “morning, husband. and yes, your bed is really comfortable and i had the softest plushie with me to help me adjust.” you winked at sachi, who giggled. you feigned you didn’t notice sanzu’s moan when he ate a slice of his pancake, happy that he enjoyed your cooking. you didn’t have many cooking skills, but you knew how to make a good pancake.

“yes? does that plushie’s name start with s?” he asked, pocking sachi’s belly, and her laughter filled the room.

it was mesmerizing how you three really looked like a family, and you wondered if that was a sign of the universe or something. you knew that after the mission ended, you wouldn’t leave sachi’s life, even though sanzu would probably want it.

after finishing breakfast in comfortable silence, sanzu started to take the plates away, with the intention of putting them in the washing machine, before he heard sachi’s voice calling him. “papa, are we going to the amusement park today? you promised me, remember?”

well, he didn’t remember, but it was saturday and he had a day off.

“very well, then.” haruchiyo ruffled his daughter's hair, taking her from her high chair and nuzzling her on his arms. “do you hear that, sweetcheeks?” you gave him a puzzled look over your place in the table. “we're going to the amusement park!”

—

you notice that life with sanzu would always be a surprise.

you wouldn't be able to programme things to do, because he would always surprise you. not that you had something planned for this saturday, but you wanted to at least organize your things — and help them organize theirs, too. on monday you three would be moving houses, and you didn't enjoy doing things in a rush. after getting ready and putting your bags inside your shared room with your husband, you found yourself once more inside sanzu's sports car, this time him and sachi screaming some lyrics from an old rock song.

you even joined them sometimes, but the sight was too cute for you to do anything other than observe the bond between father and daughter. you didn't know what happened between sanzu and sachi's mother, but you felt as if he had been the only parent present in her life. after some nagging from your new husband and a pout from your new daughter, you joined them in their signing until you three arrived in the amusement park.

it had been ages since you put your feet inside one, and you remembered fondly your memories from when you used to go to them when you were a kid, mostly accompanied by the sanos and akashis — senju always made you ride the scary rides, always saying she would protect you if you were too afraid. haruchiyo was the one who always comforted you, though.

sachi’s eyes were shining with excitement, both of her hands intertwined with yours and haru’s one, and she started to run to her favorite rides. sanzu let you go with her, since it was your first time there and he had experienced them more times than he could count on his fingers. it was cute, seeing your scared face and sachi’s happy one — she was still only four years old, but she wasn't afraid of anything, going in rides made for kids twice her age. you were still the same scared cat, haruchiyo thought, opening his arms for you to nuzzle your face on his shoulder after sachi dragged you to the haunted house.

sachi looked worriedly at you, seeing how shaken up you looked between her father’s arms. “mama is a scared cat, baby.” haruchiyo tried to comfort his daughter, scooping her in one arm while the other held you. “let’s do a less scary activity, yes? papa will win a teddy bear to cheer up mama, what do you think?”

“please, papa! i don’t wanna mama to be upset with me.” sachi agreed, her big eyes filled with tears seeing you clutching your hands to her dad’s shirt.

the way you gripped his shirt made haruchiyo feel things that he had long forgotten what they were, things that weren't suited for someone like him to feel — it made his heart do something oddly familiar, and he felt determined to get used to feel them again if that meant having you at his side.

her words seemed to take you out of your trance and you let go of sanzu's shirt, but his arms stayed on your shoulders. “mama isn’t upset with you, baby.” you reassured her, and sanzu passed the little girl over to you, using his arms around your shoulders to bring you to a tent — you smiled hearing sachi’s excited gasp, looking at the big plushies and ted bears.

“my girls, stay here. i’ll win the biggest teddy bear for mama!” you both cheered for him, your heart doing a flip hearing what he called you both. it wasn’t fair, was it? you only knew sanzu for one day and you could see yourself spending the rest of your life at his side, even though he was annoying and arrogant and got on your nerves. but seeing him doing what he could to win you the biggest prize of the game made you wish that the ring on your finger actually meant something for him, and not only a mission he needed to do as bonten’s number two.

his laugh made you and sachi laugh too, and the sight of him holding a big and brown teddy bear made you remember the last time you went to an amusement park.

—

“y/n, are you okay?” you heard takeomi’s voice calling you, his hand on your hair while your face was nuzzled on his torso, tears streamed down your face.

senju said she was going to save you from the big and scary monsters from the haunted house, but even her little screams and kicks didn’t prevent them from scaring you. you didn’t know why you still indulged in her desires — she was your best friend, yes, and you would do anything to see her happy like she would do with you, but you hated haunted houses. but senju wanted you to be stronger and face your fears, and that’s why she said for you to go with her and why you agreed.

but now you were shaking, and neither takeomi or senju knew what to do to help you. “y/n, it was just a man with a costume, those monsters aren’t real.” you felt takeomi’s fingers scratching your scalp and you nodded, still shaking a bit.

“she knows, take-nii, but that guy was a meanie!” senju replied to you and you nodded again, agreeing with her. he knew you were afraid and tried to scare you even more.

“well, next time just don’t go, okay? we don’t like seeing you this way.” you were just with the akashis that time, the sanos having a family meeting, preventing them to join you and the three siblings. you knew that what takeomi was saying was true, but you also knew that you would go again in the haunted house in the next time you would go to the amusement park. maybe mikey could teach that guy a lesson.

with a pat on your head, you let go of takeomi’s shirt, but soon haruchiyo’s hands were on your face, pressing your cheeks together. “i will win you a teddy bear to make you happy, are you listening to me, y/n?” you nodded, cheeks heating up at the intensity of haruchiyo’s eyes, and even though you were just seven and eight, you swore that what you felt for him was love.

taking one of your hands, he dragged you to a game booth, and soon senju and takeomi followed you two, you three cheering for the middle akashi. after three attempts and takeomi’s help, haruchiyo shoved a brown teddy bear on your face, cheeks red and a pout on his face from his brother’s help. takeomi chuckled, patting his head and leaving him to his devices while he followed senju to a food tent.

“for you, y/n. next time you go to the haunted house, take it with you because it’ll protect you!” haruchiyo almost screamed and you took the bear from his hands, nuzzling it in your arms like it was a baby. the smile you gave him made his cheeks get even more red, and haruchiyo wanted you to smile more like that.

“i promise, haru!”

—

“mama, look! papa won a plushie for you!”

sachi’s voice made you snap from the memory, but when you looked at sanzu, all you could see was the boy who won you a teddy bear twenty years ago. could it be…? no, of course not. your haruchiyo would reveal himself to you as soon as you two met, you were sure of it. you smiled while sachi jumped from your arms to go to where her father is, and you followed her.

“for you, sweetcheeks.” sanzu smiled at you, and he knew what you were thinking about earlier.

he knew because he was thinking about that day too.

it was the last time you two went to the amusement park together, and one week before he last saw you. it was as if that day happened yesterday, and not twenty years ago — he could still feel the disappointment and betrayal he felt when he arrived at your house and saw it was on sale, specially after he heard you saying that. you broke his heart and didn't even know it.

but your smile could melt all the ice in sanzu's heart, and he wished he was that teddy bear you were holding now, sachi gushing and wanting to see it, because everyone knew it was going to be hers soon.

“papa is the best, isn't he, mama?” she asked excitedly, and you ruffled her hair.

“he really is. i don't think no one even did that to me.”

you… you didn't remember that day? did he mean so little to you that you couldn't remember how he won a teddy bear for you, once? that you couldn't even recognize him? but he gave you a smug look, putting the facade he was wearing near you since he saw you again in mikey's office. “i'm glad to be your first then, sweetcheeks. why don't we go to the ferris wheel?”

it had been senju's favorite activity at the amusement park, and sachi's too. haruchiyo, even though he wasn't on speaking terms with his sister when she died, knew she would've been the best aunt for sachi — after she was born, he tried to make amends with his only alive sibling, and it worked. but he wished senju was alive to witness how sachi looked like her, and his daughter was a cruel reminder of how he treated his sister. he hoped he was doing different with sachi, or else he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

“are you okay, haru?” you asked, already inside the ferris wheel booth, putting a hand on his arm. sanzu had been uncharastically quiet since he won you the teddy bear, and you didn't know if you did something wrong. he shook his head, putting an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you and sachi closer to him.

he couldn't change the past, but he could make his future better.

“papa!” sachi complained about being squished between you two, and you giggled, but your hand gripped the metal bar when the booth started to move. at least you would see a beautiful sight — it was almost sunset, and the glow of the sun made sachi and sanzu look like angels in disguise.

“sorry, baby. need to keep you two close to me.” sanzu whispered and sachi nodded, understanding his words. you did not, but you didn't complain either.

after a few moments of silence, sachi spoke up again. “you're so lucky to have married mama, papa.” she nuzzled her face in your side when the booth stopped in the middle of the ride, you three having the most privileged place to watch the sunset.

“yes? and why is that?” your husband asked curiously, and you could already feel your cheeks heating up.

sachi smiled. “because she's beautiful and kind, and she doesn't annoy you!”

you raised a brow. you were sure you annoyed sanzu, but sachi's words made you doubt that assumption a little. if that wasn't true, how sanzu was when he was really annoyed?

your husband chuckled, his arm bringing you and sachi even closer to him. “well, guess you're right, baby.” you blushed under his words, ashamed to meet his gaze.

the rest of the ride went with comments about the sight and sachi's cuteness, and your feet were quite wobbly when you exited the booth. both sanzu and sachi giggled at your ways, and you have them a smile. your family wasn't perfect, and you knew that — both you and sanzu were too tainted with the action of taking people's lives to have such a pure and amazing kid at your side — but you were starting to love them. it was easier to love sachi than haru, though.

but a deep voice took your little family away from your moment.

“how's my favorite girl doing?”

sachi squealed and run to the owner of the voice, that even though it could passed years, you would recognize it. “take-nii?” you whispered, watching as said man scooped up sachi on his arms and started to kiss her cheeks. you ran to him, too, too dumbfounded to even acknowledge sanzu's presence at your side, scowling.

seeing you and sachi interacting with his brother, and smiling — and even crying, in your case — was a cruel reminder to sanzu.

of what he always wanted, but wasn't worthy of having. his hands weren't like takeomi's — his hands were meant to kill and torture, and not to wipe your tears away you pinch sachi's cheeks affectionate.

he knew he would only hurt you two when time came, and it was probably coming closer than he expected.

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[invaderzia1]

t and r for sanzu koko, gaara, and rock lee

nsfw alphabet list

t - toys

r - risk

somewhat into it. like wouldn’t fuck you in front of anyone or try to do it in a restaurant or anything, but fucking you against the glass window in his office while you over look the town, he’s all about that.

t - toys

omg all for them. for you and him, all about experimenting and trying them out.

r - risk

loves it, leaving them house with a vibrator in you and he has the remote. or like, fuckin you in a dressing room just cuz he felt like it.

t - toys

unless you bring it up he won’t have any opinion on them. once you do he’s so interested in them like omg there’s so much and they do so many things. favorite is your hitachi wand.

r - risk

he’ll do it if you want, but it’s not his cup of tea. maybe by the training fields if he really misses you, but you’d have to take those first steps.

t - toys

he’s kind of intimidated by them, so you’d have to start small. but he does love your small bullet vibrator.

r - risk

ehhhh not really. doesn’t like to mix his public appearance with his private affairs. so he’d rather keep them separate. will do stuff in his office tho, only after dark though.