KanouIzumi3104

Hello Everyone! I am Kanou Izumi! I'm an 3D artists and QA tester! I am 24 years old😭

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[kanouizumi3104]

𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓱𝓪𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮?

I have spent the last few days of my school holiday drawing Urianger as I saw this beautiful picture of Urianger from @elezenmen Here is the link of the picture:

elezenmen

*speaks in cursive*

Thank you so much for creating such beautiful photo of Urianger😭

[makingdonalddrumpfagain]

[eatingcroutons]

Found a source for this one - it was originally posted privately by Emily Parker, software engineer, formerly of the US State Department, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times. She confirms she wrote it (and gives permission for people to keep sharing it) in the comments of another post on her Facebook page.

She also recommends checking out this Twitter thread and this blog post by Aakash Gupta for a more in-depth analysis, as her original comments were only meant to be some general thoughts she shared with her friends.

The comments on the Facebook post linked above also include one of the most hilariously obvious examples of sea-lioning I've ever seen, which Parker gives absolutely zero ground to, if anyone wants a good laugh at a troll utterly failing to get their way

[xivrefsheets]

Master post of Urianger reference sheets.

High-res downloads can be found here: [ARR] [HW] [ShB]

[chiisanahoshi]

Shikigami Kidomaru (CV: KENN) from game “Onmyoji Arena”

“Onmyoji Arena” is available on App Store and Google Play.

[bokunospooky]

“Remember us remembered that we once lived.”

 - Emet Selch

Thanks to @gurren-logann for the music box rendition of neath dark waters

[aizawa-horny-brigade]

all that glitters.

♡ request ♡

kitty reader with Nanami Kento

chubby kitty cuz well bred and groomed house cat vibes. oral fixation please and Nanami takes time playing in that pretty pussy 😩

This comes from my bestie who isn’t on this hell site so you know I gotta let her jump the queue and pull through for my gwoorrll 😌

Nanami seems like the type that would get along with any kind of hybrid, and a catgirl would be no exception.

He would be a very balanced owner for sure. (Unlike with Toji or Naoya) He would definitely care for his sweetheart’s emotional well-being. He works a lot, so quality time would be important to him when he was fully available.

He would have a tendency to coddle and pamper his kitty queen, but not to the point of making her rotten (like Choso). Nanami makes good money and enjoys luxury, so of course his sweet kitten would enjoy the fruits of his labor as well. Shopping sprees wouldn’t be on the regular, but when he did indulge her, it would only be with high quality and name brand things.

Getting her nails done would be a regular occurrence because duh, kitty’s claws obviously have to be well maintained. Same with the salon. I could see them getting mani/pedis together ngl. (Um, have you seen Kento?? Mans obvi keeps a clear coat on them trimmed hands purrrr)

But he also wouldn’t hesitate to dole out punishment when needed. He’s giving, but doesn’t tolerate brattiness or self entitlement. If his kitten wanted to act like a child, he would treat her like one. Wanting space when upset is one thing, being passive aggressive and using the silent treatment was not okay and would be dealt with.

He tries to cultivate a relationship of mutual respect with his catgirl, so to push those limits would be very disrespectful to him and her ass cheeks lmao

Word Count: 3.7k

TW/CW: total smut, spanking, degradation, male receiving oral, vibrator usage, role playing (technically?)

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Thancred with a Lalafell S/O HCs

A/N: I can try, but I don't know how it will go. Sorry it's so short.

Warning: Swearing

The smaller they are the closer to hell they are

At least that's what you tell Thancred

and he believes it

he has seen your rage at max level

luckily he wasn't on the receiving end

Thancred has stopped warning people when they've insulted your height

or called you a child

no, he just lets you punch them

you're the perfect height to punch them in the balls

Yes, you have a big "Don't Fuck With Me" energy going on

You asked Cid to create a compact-ladder

So you could kiss your man

but also to knock out any enemies or people who piss you off

You're not violent

you're sweet with a pinch of wrath

Thancred loves you so much

honestly he finds you the most attractive when you're fighting

you two aren't allowed to do missions together anymore

something about a flying potato with huge blades

not to mention you two can't keep quiet on stealth missions

[kanouizumi3104]

Finally finish a fan art of a cosplayer😭 Her Mitsuya cosplay is really nice❤️❤️

[headcanons-n-shit]

can i request ffxiv boy's with touch starved s\o?

Touch-starved s/o (ff14 boisssss)

Thancred:

Easiest for him, since hes already a very tactile and shameless person. Just say the word and he'll be all over you, all the time. He loves to just throw an arm over your shoulder whenever he gets the chance, but he also wants to hold your hand, put an arm around your waist, boop your nose. Somehow no matter how long youre together he still finds ways to take your breath away.

Urianger:

Also easy for him. Hes a healer after all. The doctor prescribes touches, and touches you shall receive. Theres never a risk of it feeling clinical, though. You can tell that he always genuinely enjoys being near you, whether its holding your hand or having his shoulder or thigh pressed against yours or he's wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You get the feeling that he honestly just wants to touch you as much as possible and is grateful for the convinient excuse.

G'raha:

Another very tactile person, but not in the ways you'd expect. He's also rather touch-starved himself. Expect to always be within tail's-length. Literally. His tail around your wrist, around your waist, in your hand, brushing against your knee. Half the time he's not even conscious of what his tail is doing-- usually because hes already hanging off your arm or holding your hand. But the other half of the time he considers it the middle ground between indulging you both and not making himself or you anxious with too much in your space or his.

Estinien:

The worst combination of tragically touch-starved and horribly emotionally repressed. He will find every excuse to touch you and eveey excuse to explain it away. Training is such a blessing for him, he can put his hands on you as much as he wants in the name of "correcting your form". Once you tell him in clear words that you would like him to touch you, he loosens up a little bit, though he's still a little awkward about how to approach it. He finally settles on resting his hand on the back of your neck whenever youre close enough. Sometimes you catch him kneading the muscles there or scratching at the fine hairs of your nape.

Aymeric:

Dont expect a lot of pda from him-- he is a man of status still, despite everything, and he is uncomfortably aware that his every move is being scrutinized from every angle. Sometimes he'll lay a hand atop your own, or tap your ankle with the tip of his shoe, or rest his hand on your shoulder or lower back when youre out and about and theres something he needs you to see. Otherwise expect polite distance in public.

In private tho? This man is a cuddlebug to end all cuddlebugs. He will spend every moment possible stuck to you like a burr.

Haurchefant:

It chafes at him that he cant touch you as much as he wants to. Hes already the Fortemps bastard, hes already being scrutinized for every little thing he does. In private he can touch you as much as he wants, but in public he knows he needs to be more careful for his sake and yours. Still, he cant help himself. He likes to hold your hand or offer you his elbow as you go around camp dragonhead. If you sit next to each other at a table he will run the tip of his toe up your calf. One-armed hugs in the shadows of doorways. Its an absolutely scandalous amount of contact by Ishgardian standards, but if he had his way he'd have you way on his lap during meetings, so really this is him being restrained.

Sidurgu:

Its hardest for him. Hes not a very tactile person overall, and he doesnt have a lot of experience with touches that dont cause hurt. But he's learning, with Rielle and with you. With Rielle, he holds her hand as they walk around the city and carries her to bed at night, and that seems to be enough. With you, he finally figures out that he is comfortable letting you rest your head in his lap whenever you two sit together, on a bench or in bed or in a campsite. Sometimes he'll even run a hand through your hair.

If you need more than that, he'll work to figure something out. For you and Rielle he'll do just about anything.

BONUS

X'rhun:

Arya doesnt remember her parents, but she swears you and X'rhun are sweet and gross enough to more than make up for it. He loves to link arms with you as you walk, to kiss the back of your hand while he's holding it, to nuzzle your cheek every chance you give him. He'll hold your face between his hands and pepper rapid-fire kisses all over your forehead. Its silly and stupid and sweet and unless your protests are of the serious nature he is not above giving you the biggest most watery most convincing puppydog eyes youve ever seen.

[yukiotacon]

Then I will ask for first Times with Emet /Hades and uh.. Urianger! ♡

*looks at the liquor cabinet and finds the vintage liquor *

First time hcs part 2 ( NSFW)

Emet selch

He finds it quite amusing how he gets to pop your cherry twice

Emet takes his sweet ass time teasing you

Oh how this cheeky bastard will tease your hole till you beg him to fuck you

Even though he is a bastard , he still makes sure to go slow for your sake

However as soon as you become comfortable , he is gonna change the tempo

All in all you can say he is making up for lost time

If you could read minds, he is repeatedly saying mine mine mine in his mind

Will not hesitate to leave love bites on you, something for you to solve before the scion meeting

Emet smiles wickedly as he fills your sweet hole with cream

He decides to treat you by staying for the night

One once in his long life, Emet gets a good night's sleep

Urianger

Oh honey this man is more nervous than you

Well all know who is Urianger's first time * wink wink *

You could say he was over the moon when it happen

Urianger is carefully with you

Especially when it came to time for foreplay

Every moans goads him to continue his ministrations

When he believes you are sufficiently prepared, he positions himself onto your hole

You could see pure desire in his eyes as he penetrates you fully

Urianger asks you if you are alright

He doesn't move till he hears your reply

His tempo is slow but passionate

Urianger wishes to savor this moment with you

As he thrusts deeply inside you, he captures you into a searing kiss

Sweet cum overflows into your hole

By the end of the night , you and Urianger lay among soiled sheets in a carnal embrace

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CW: chubby!reader, implied short!reader (around 5 ft or so), stretch marks, college au, kind of oblivious/in denial reader, ran being whipped, kind of fluff, maybe ooc ran??, male masturbation, size kink, i think that’s it?? let me know if i forgot any <33

no no no bc campus fuckboy ran haitani and sweet, innocent chubby!reader. he’s the talk of the university, everyone always thirsting after him, and you think you don’t have a sliver of a chance with him, but you have no idea what ran feels about you

tbh, it’d probably have been because you were paired with him in a project or something. you two start out at friends, you slowly getting closer to him and his brother. as time passes by, ran finds himself thinking about you more and more, and he slowly realizes that he has way more than friendship on his mind

ran fucking adores you. he thinks you’re so cute, sweet, innocent, with your plush thighs and soft arms and belly rolls that make him want to wrap his arms around you and never let go

he thinks you’re perfect, practically ascends to heaven at the thought of being in your arms. zones out a little when he sees you in the hallways laughing with your friends. stares a little longer than he means to before he turns back to whatever rindou’s saying

he gets all fuzzy and warm at the thought of being held by you, your soft arms around his middle and his face near your soft chest. wants to look up and smile at you as he reaches to pinch your cheeks softly

he thinks of holding your hand in his, marveling at the difference between you two. then his thoughts spiral further and further, which always leads him to this

ran feels kind of guilty doing this, but he can’t help but get so hard when he thinks about you. he thinks about your small, tiny hands. thinks about them buried in your cunt and you whining because s’not enough, and looking up at him and begging to have his fingers inside you

”fuuucckkk” ran groans as he swipes at his slit, his hips jerking up a little at the action. he thinks about how good it would feel having you do this instead, your small hands working to pump at his cock. with your size, he doubts your hand would even go around it entirely

he thinks about you under him, thinks about making you whine and mewl on his cock. wants to splay his hands across your love handles and squeeze. thinks about how his fingers would indent into the fat of your thighs as he grabs them and folds you into a mating press

he thinks about softly tracing his fingers over your stretch marks as he fucks his cock into you. wants to see the expression on your face as the blunt head hits your sweet spot and you cream around his shaft

his hand is pumping faster now, his grip tightening at the head. quiet pants and groans leave his mouth, his other hand reaching to push his bangs out of his face. his hips bunk up into his fist when he thinks about how pretty you’d sound whimpering his name. your grubby hands reaching for him and wrapping your soft arms around his neck to hold him closer to you

he thinks about you mewling and wrapping your legs around his hips, babbling right next to his ear “gonna cum-“

”ah- fuck fuck fuck-“ he lets out a choked moan at the back of his throat, throwing his head back as he fucks his fist through his orgasm. ropes of cum land on his toned stomach, spurts of it leaking down the shaft of his cock. his chest heaves with his heavy breaths as he comes down from his high, grimacing at the mess

grumbling, he goes to clean up, and smiles softly at the thought of properly winning your heart

[moved2usagiiboo]

Punishments

Syp; Rin Haitani is tried of your bratty attitude

Tw; Fem!reader, cursing, dirty talk, degrading, mean!Rindou, sex toys, dom!chr/sub!reader

an; I’ve been holding onto this for a while

Regret courses through your veins, wishing you’ve never tried Rindou on his word because he always keeps his promises. A funny joke turns into a harsh punishment as you lay on the bed, ass burning from the spanking from earlier. Red and purple hand marks are proof of your earlier punishment. Arms and legs tied shibari style making it impossible to move from your doggy-style position. Your naked body on display for your fiancé who’s staring at you with a dark purple gaze, eyes showing no remorse at your sorry state. Fat globs of tears running down your cheeks, tongue lolling out of your mouth making a pathway for the drool to leak onto your statin blankets.

“R-Ri- Ah! Rin, m’sorry.. M’so so sorr-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence with the sex machine ravishing your insides with a dildo that seems to reach your soul. “Can’t, no more!” You plead with a pathetic whine to your voice, ass wiggling trying to move away from the machine. To no avail do you escape, you’re forced to take it, take every inch, artificial vein, and orgasm that comes your way. All while Rin stares at you with a bored look in his eyes as if his cock isn’t begging to be released from the fabric prison.

Rin is a patient man who is determined to go follow through with his words. You should’ve listened to him earlier.

Rin had planned a nice dinner to make up for missing the last reservation, however, being the petty bitch you are. You missed the reservation on purpose to go clubbing. But as the kind and understanding fiancé he is, he overlooked it. Afterall, it was the third date he missed, he was willing to put up with a little bit of a bratty attitude as punishment. However, when you pushed his hands from your waist, your snarky comments seemed a little too personal. Going as far as to ignore him to proceed drinking past your limit and grind on some stranger, he had enough— And you needed to be punished for being such a slut.

“Look at you, a fucking mess.” He spits venom as he makes his way over to the bed. You’re so fucked out that you can’t even look at him properly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body convulsed with your nth orgasm. Helpless whines and moans slip from your mouth, wrists starting to burn as you move them back and forth in their itchy prison. You want to grab Rin, want him to hold you and for him to forgive you, but he won’t. His hand puckers your cheeks as he squeezes them in his bare callous hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“Fucking slut, this is what happens when you want to be a brat.” His grip grows tighter, you could feel your cheeks burn where he clenches. Your cunt, trained properly, gets wetter from the action, from his mean words, clenching on the dildo that is now picking up it’s pace.

“Sorry! Be good next time, s’promise!” Your sentence is broken up by your moans as you feel the mushroom tip of the dildo hitting your favorite spot at a faster pace, faster than you can handle. “Good girl, ah!”

“You sound so stupid right now… If you cum three more times— “ His thumb meets his index finger creating a small circle as the other three digits stand tall. “I’ll give you my cock, yeah?”

“Mhm!” You nodded in his palm before his fingers made their way into your mouth.

“Good girl, hurry up so I can make you feel good.”

Like the good girl Rin trained you to be, you do just that, your juices leaking down the shaft of the dildo shamelessly. Crystal clear juices coating the dildo giving it a unique glisten, Rin can only pat your head.

“You did good, for a slut.” You nuzzle against his soft touch like a cat would it’s owner, funny how similar the two are. “I’m going to untie you now, be good. Got it?” You nodded a little too fast, Rin chuckles at how dumb you’ve become, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Your thighs and arms feel lighter, finally you can move—Rin pushed your head down into the mattress, another hand on the middle of your back causing you to arch for him. Leaving your sensitive ass in the air, all on display for him and him only. The sight makes his tongue dart across his lips, excited. His cock twitches ready to be inside your cunt which looks so defeated from it’s earlier abuse.

“Stay still.” His voice is deep, ringing through your ears along with the sound of his belt buckle becoming undone. You wiggle your ass against his cock, a harsh slap comes across the fat of your ass. “Stay fucking still.” Pronouncing each word to have a more demanding effect as he finally releases his cock, all red and angry. Pulsating against his abdomen, begging for release. A dollop of spit splats on the tip of his cock, liquid substance running down the shaft. He places his tip right against your slit, teasingly rubbing it up and down to gain a response—Which is you moaning under him, grinding your hips. So greedy for him after all those orgasms. He trained you right.

He wastes no time, full length inside your cunt immediately hitting that spot deep inside that has your eyes widened and mouth flying open with a silent moan.

“Slutty cunt can’t get enough huh? No matter how much, you always want more. So spoiled n’ greedy.” His words match his thrusts as the skin against skin makes a loud pap, pap, pap, noise that bounces off the walls and back into your ears.

“N-Not true!” Oh, but it was. The proof is in how you meet his thrusts with your body slamming into him, eager to feel as much pleasure as possible. Drunk of the feeling of how his hard cock fills you up, how it pulsates against your gummy walls, and your favorite part— How his mushroom tip reaches so far into you the outline is visible through your tummy. So good.

“Fuck, look at you. Wish I had a mirror so you could see what a cock-hungry bitch you are.” His words are mean but only provides more slick from your sex, they make your core heat up at being his little cock slut. So drunk off of him and everything he gives you, so eager to be good for him after a night of misbehaving.

He gives you no breaks as his hips crash into yours, pounding your cunt. The sound is downright filthy, the clicking followed by squelshing from his cock repeatedly slamming against you should be something to be ashamed of—Neither of you could care less.

“Fuck—” His groan sounds so good, knowing that you’re the reason for the stutter in his voice makes your heart swell. You whine when he pulls out, a tight grip on your hair as he drags you to face him. His hand palms his cock, squeezing the tip before placing it right against your lips. Using your slick as lube for him to jerk his dick in his hand before releasing his warm cum on your face. You whine as he smirks at your disappointed face, upset that he didn’t let you cum. His hand smears the cum on your lips but never lets you lick it up. Despite how badly you wish to.

“I said I’d give you my cock, not that I let you cum— That’s for good girls, not stupid sluts like you.”

4lifers; @yukihime-mikeys-girl​ @bxnten​

[kazanovah]

Pairings: Bonten trio x f!reader

Warnings: mature themes 18+

Synopsis: after having her life ruined by the military she served for, reader is out on a vengeance mission to seek justice for herself. She’s full of dark impulses, grief and just overall a bit of a stubborn dumbass.

MDNI18 +

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Three weeks have gone by with you 'dating,' Ran Haitani, and things have gotten a little easier for you. The sun shining, though it hardly happens considering it's been quite a rainy October so far, seems to be a little brighter than it had been the last two months, and the world seems to have a bit more colour in it. As great as everything is starting to seem, you still couldn't bite back the thoughts gnawing at the front parts of your mind.

Is he just doing this out of pity? Was the very first thing you had thought when you woke up the morning after you let Ran inside your little world. Seeing his peacefully sleeping face in the early morning sunrise that had casted a beautiful golden glow to illuminate his porcelain skin had almost seemed to surreal to you.

It's not secret that he's a player, and one of the most sought out bachelors in all of Tokyo, and probably most of Japan at this point. He was known for his arrogant attitude and sexual attraction that brought a plethora of women to his bed, and you wondered if maybe that had been his goal.

Does he know that I'm quick to attach to people? You wondered the night you two had spent cuddled up in your bed, watching some sappy romance movie that he had picked out for the two of you to watch. It was nice and comforting and it just so happened to be the night you two had shared your first kiss.

It had been sweet, and tender, bringing tears to your eyes that you fought so desperately not to let spill over the edge. You had thought you looked away from him just in time for him to think it was just your embarrassment and nervousness from your close proximity, but he saw your glossy eyes.

Just as he saw everything you did.

From every longing stare of yours, the ones that would end the moment he even began to turn his head towards you, he saw. He saw and felt the way your body would tense up at his touch, knowing full well that you were only reacting like that because of your past. He saw the way you would disassociate when you were caught up in your own mind, and would often be more than willing to gently pull you out of that state, afraid you would go back to being the way you had been for the last two months.

And finally, he saw the way you looked at not only his brother, but Sanzu as well. He knew you had a hard time with maintaining eye contact, but it seemed especially hard for you to even look at their faces. Your body was tense whenever they entered the room and at first, he had thought you were scared of them. He knew you three hadn't been on the best terms before your trip to Okinawa, and he thought maybe that had something to do with it.

It wasn't until he had caught you basically eye fucking his brother, who had come down the stairs one morning without a shirt on, that it finally click in his head that maybe you had some sort of attraction to the other two men, and he sure as hell didn't mind.

In fact, it was an unspoken agreement between the three males that they would be whatever you wanted and needed them to be. Whether it be friends, lovers, or even just a sexual relationship, all three men were ready and waiting for your signal - though you'd never know.

You on the other hand, were still nervous and unsure about everything around you, including yourself. Ran could tell you were insecure, and it broke his heart every time you would frown slightly when you caught sight of your own reflection, before looking away quickly. He could see the way you would tremble when you would fight back tears as you thought about yourself and the life you've lived, and as much as he felt good about helping you break out of his shell, he knew you needed more.

But how does your new boyfriend go about trying to convince you, to let three other men into your relationship?

"Princess, you in here?" Ran's voice echoed from the stairway that led down into your basement where you were currently punching the living shit out of the heavy bag that was chained to the beams in the ceiling. You couldn't hear him over the sound of the music blaring through your headphones, so when he rounded the corner and walked through the doorway, he simply leaned against the frame and watched you with a lazy smirk on his face.

The way your body moved so quickly, the way the sweat was pouring off your body, and even the way your chest heaved with each deep breath you took, Ran found you so captivating. Without realizing it, the man had began to walk towards you and you didn't notice his presence until his arms wrapped around your waist, making you scream.

"Fuck!" You shouted, making the male laugh at your brash comment. "You scared me." Taking your airpods out, you shoved them into the case before pocketing them. Ran had expected you to look back up at him, but you didn't and it made something flicker in his mind. He knew you came down here to think, and he wanted to know just what it was about.

"Sorry Princess, didn't mean to. Just wanted to see what my pretty girl was doing." He made sure to slip in that little compliment, wanting to see your cheeks redden just for him.

So when your cheeks didn't redden, and when a small frown appeared on your lips for a split second before you covered it with another smile that didn't reach your pretty eyes, Ran was slightly distraught.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, his one hand coming up from your waist to cup your cheek and forcing you to look at him.

"I just... I don't know. A lot, I guess." Your replay wasn't quite what he was looking for, he knew you were hiding something, he could tell by the way you were nervously chewing the inside of your cheeks.

"Lucky for you baby girl, I've got tons of time." He said with a wink, making a soft, barely there smile appear on your lips.

"It's stupid, really." You tried one last time to hopefully deter him from pestering you some more, but you knew it wouldn't work.

Ran Haitani is one persistent man.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to you. Come on, Princess. Tell me." He pressured, your sad sigh following.

"I guess I- I'm just scared." You admitted, making his browns knit slightly in confusion.

"Of what? I won't hurt you." He replied, thumb stroking your cheek gently as if to further prove his point.

"It's not that I'm scared of you... I'm just scared you're n-not um... that your just doing this with me out of pity." You said, glossy eyes coming up from their gaze on the floor to briefly look in his lavender opals, before looking back down once again when you saw his soft expression.

"Y/n, I'm with you because I like you. A lot, actually." He replied, making you huff out a small puff of air in amusement.

"I-I hope so b-but I know that I'm not really your type and—"

"Who says you're not my type?" He asked, cutting you off and making you frown.

"I just h-have seen s-some of the girls you've hooked up with and I- I'm not like them." You said, a tear sliding down your cheek. "Ran, I'm ugly. I-I'm full of baggage and I have a lot of mental health issues.. you deserve better."

Before you could say anything else, Ran's hand left your cheek. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment as you felt you had made him angry, disgusted with you even, so when his hands were on your hips and spinning you around to face the set of full length mirrors on the wall behind you, you gasped in shock.

"Look at yourself, y/n. Do you really think you're ugly?" He asked in disbelief, not wanting to believe that someone as beautiful as you was seriously doubting yourself.

"Y-yes." You whispered honestly, your gaze quickly leaving the mirror to look at the floor.

"Ah-ah, Princess. Look." He said, his voice had grown a little husky and his demanding tone was followed up with one hand coming back up to grasp your chin in his fingers, gently forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"P-please Ran, don't. I h-hate myself!" You cried out, a sob falling out of your lips afterwards, breaking the poor man's heart behind you.

"Love, you're the most beautiful fucking person on this planet." Ran's voice was a hearty whisper that was directly in your ear, his hot breath fanning over the shell of it and cascading down your neck.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself around you? I'm fucking my fist every night to the mere thought of you. I haven't been with another woman since the night you saved Rindou's night - almost three, four months now. You're captivating, I'm enamoured by your beauty." He rasped, his hand coming own from your chin to trail his long, lithe fingers down the column of your neck, making you shiver.

He hasn't been with anybody in that long? You thought.

"I'm gonna show you just how fucking beautiful you are, okay princess? Please, let me show you the way that I see you." He all but whined the last part, making your thighs squeeze together subconsciously and before you knew it, you were nodding.

"Use your words." He ordered, his head bending down to pace his mouth at your neck, nipping at the juncture between your collarbone and making you suck in a breath.

Do I really want this? You thought, you find focusing on the way his lips nipped and sucked at your skin, each pull and lick had your mind whirling.

"Y-yes." You stuttered out, making Rans lips smile against your skin.

"Such a good girl. Do you always listen this good?" He cooed, the praise going straight to your core and making you shiver slightly. "Or is it only for me?"

"O-only for you - oh god." You rasped out when Ran's hands travelled down your neck, to wrap his fingers around the base of it gently while his teeth nipped at your ear.

To him, you were a mystery to be solved when it came to anything sexual. He wanted to bet his entire salary that you hadn't been fucked properly in your entire lifetime considering the way your husband had treated you, and he decided that he was going to take his sweet time to map out each and every spot that has you mewling and careening into his touch.

His one hand left your waist to trail upwards, fingers lazy dragging the fabric of your tank top upwards with them, before he teasing lifted his fingers an inc, making the shirt fall back down over your exposed skin, making you whine so quietly.

"Cute, so, so cute." He mused, briefly looking up from the crook of your neck that he was gently marking up to see your big, doe like eyes fixated on his own. Your lips were parted slightly, and your body was trembling in his hold, further spurring him on.

"Gonna let me touch your pretty tits?" He asked, and you nodded quickly whilst swallowing nervously, he smirked. "What did I tell you 'bout using your words, Princess?"

"Y-yes Ran! P-please!" You begged softly, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at just how easy you were giving into him.

"Fuck." He groaned when his name left your lips, and that was all it took for him to make quick work of your shirt, fingernails gently tracing over your skin before he fully discarded it, tossing onto the ground behind him.

"You're. So. Fucking. Beautiful." He said, each word accentuated with a kiss trailing down your neck as his fingers lightly traced over the scar you had stared at. He could see a sad look starting to form on your face when you saw it, and he had to make sure that you knew that it didn't make you any less perfect than you already were.

Before you could say anything, his hands came up to cup your breasts in his hands. He wanted to make a comment about your lack of bra, but he knew that you were already way beyond flustered so he decided to let it go. Just as his fingers tweaked your nipples in sync, you let out an airy moan, making his hard cock twitch in his sweatpants.

"You're not looking, y/n." He teased, making your eyes immediately shoot back up to meet your reflection in the mirror, your eyes widened as you didn't even recognize the person staring back at you.

"Atta girl, so obedient for me. Hmm... I should give you a reward." Ran cooed, making your eyes widen slightly at his words, and you found yourself nodding slightly in agreement.

Oh god this is so hot... I don't deserve this but - I don't want him to stop!

"On your knees." He ordered, and you shivered slightly, but silently obeyed. Your legs almost buckled underneath of you as your muscles were still on fire from your work out, but you managed to drop onto the mats gently, your back still facing the male behind you.

You could see him dropping down onto his knees, though it was clear he still towered above you as your body looked so small compared to his. Eyes trained on the mirror to watch his every movement as the excitement was bubbling up within you, and when his hand came up and gently cupped your sex through your shorts, another feeling was beginning to rise within you.

The last person to touch you like this, was were the men that raped you, before leaving you to perish in the fire. You knew that Ran wasn't them, so why were you beginning to panic? You wanted what Ran was trying to give you, so why were your eyes welling up with tears again?

"Hey, get out of your head, Princess. You're safe here, you're safe with me." Ran said, stopping his messaging movements and making you snap back to reality.

"M'sorry." You whispered, trying your hardest not to cry. You were worried he was going to just up and leave, annoyed by your actions, so when you felt his back press against yours as he leaned over you, you were shocked.

"Don't be sorry, we can stop this at any time. I just wanna make you feel good, regardless of what it entails." He said, placing a reassuring kiss on your cheek.

Ran wasn't going to push you into doing something that you didn't want to do, but he also wasn't going to let you sit here and be consumed by your thoughts. His hand never left your sex, but his kind words and gentle kisses on your cheek were enough to coax you into wanting him to continue.

"N-no, p-please keep going." You whispered, making Ran smile softly. He turned your head to the side with the hand that wasn't cupping you, and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

"Anything for you, Princess. Now come on, sit up." He ordered, sitting back on the mat and helping you up so that you were now sitting with your back pressed against his chest. "M'gonna take these off, Kay?"

"O-okay." You agreed, finding his need to ask for your consent endearing.

See? He's nice, he's not THEM. He never will be, you told yourself.

Ran was quick to lift your hips up and take your back end off the floor, all while grabbing the hem of your shorts and your panties and tugging them down your legs, before adding them to the pile beside your shirt on the floor. In the mirror, you could see his amethyst gaze fixated on your sopping wet cunt and you quickly tried to snap your legs shut.

"I don't think so, baby. Let me see this pretty pussy." Ran breathed in your ear, his fingers digging into the skin on your thighs before easily prying your legs apart, leaving your bare cunt on full display in the mirror and causing a guttural groan to leave the man's throat.

"S-so embarrassing." You muttered, looking away from the mirror yet again, making Ran scoff. He wondered just how many times he was going to have to force your face back to the mirror to look at yourself.

"It won't be as embarrassing as it can be if you don't look at yourself." He warned, making your eyes snap back to the mirror almost instantly, and he wanted to chuckle at your obedience yet again. He knew you weren't purposely trying to defy him, though it was weird for him to go against his entire being and not fuck you senseless as a punishment.

But, he knew he had to be gentle and rather attentive with you. If you were anybody else, he wouldn't have even gave half a shit, but it just goes to show that he wasn't lying to you when he said that he was enamoured by you.

"Ohhh..." you breathed out quietly once your felt his index finger slide press against your clit, before sliding down the length of your cunt and teasing your slick covered entrance. Ran wasn't even sure if he needed to prep you for him considering how your juices were trailing down the curve of your supple ass cheeks and onto the mats below, but he was almost positive that he wanted to make you cum on his fingers before anything.

When his finger travelled back up to circle your clit, you let out a small moan that made his cock twitch yet again. He could feel his pre cum oozing out of his slit, making it slightly uncomfortable, but he was too distracted by the way your back arched into him as he played with your cute little clit, your head falling backwards on his shoulder.

"Fuck, you're soaked." He commented, making you whine lowly. He could see you looking down the bridge of your nose to look in the mirror and he was happy that your genuine curiosity to watch his movements was outweighing your embarrassment.

His fingers travelled downwards again, making you jerk your hips upwards as if to show how badly you wanted him in your pussy. Once he collected enough of your slick, you watched with wide eyes as he brought his digit up to his mouth, before popping in between his lips and sucking your nectar off his finger, a low groan reversing in his chest at you sweet taste.

Did he just-? Fuck that was so hot.

"You taste so good baby. Cant decide if I want you to cum on my tongue or my cock next." His low voice and lewd words made you whimper, and before you could register what was happening, he was pushing his index finger into your core slowly, savouring the way you clenched around him.

"Holy shit, so tight." He commented, as you gasped out loud at the sudden intrusion of his finger within your warm, gummy walls. You felt odd as your body wasn't used to the foreign feeling, and your hand shot out to wrap around his wrist.

Ran was in awe at how your pussy fluttered and contracted around him, how your nails dug into the flesh on his wrist. You weren't trying to stop him, you just needed something to hold on to to keep you grounded and in the moment.

He started a languid pace, pulling his finger almost all the way out just to slide it all the way back in slowly, teasingly almost. It was overwhelming for you, even more so when he added a second finger and your cunt felt the delicious, familiar burn that you hadn't even thought about in over three years.

"You're squeezing me so tight Princess, fuckk. Come on baby, I know your close. Cum for me." Ran breathed into your ear, teeth reaching out to nip your lobe, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave crashing over you, pulling you under and consuming you whole. Your back arched, your eyes rolled into the back of toe your head. You wanted to look away from the mirror, but you couldn’t. You didn’t once you saw the way Ran’s jaw hung slightly slack, his lust blown pupils boring into the mirror as he watched you come undone on his fingers.

“So fucking perfect.” He muttered, leaning down and kissing your cheek as you chest heaved up and down as you relished in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Do you see it now? Look at how fucking beautiful you are, love.” He asked, and even if you had the energy to shake your head no, there was no denying the way that the stranger looking back at you in the mirror was almost too much to bear with her flushed face and naked body so proudly on display as the attractive man behind her caressed her sides so gently. Wide eyes, soft smile and the small glow upon your skin made you slightly aware of just how Ran saw you.

“R-ran…” you asked after a few minutes of silence as the two of you basked together in your warmth.

“Hm?” He hummed, making you even more nervous for the question you were about to ask.

“C-can i um… can I make you feel good?” You asked quietly, and as much as Ran wanted to hear you asking to please him at a much higher octave, he wasn’t going to tease you or wind you up in such a soft moment like this.

“Your pleasure has made me feel so good, love.” He said, reaching up to tuck a strand of stray hair behind your ear, making you blush.

“B-but you didn’t um… y’know..” you mumbled, hoping he would catch on.

What you didn’t know was that he was fully aware of what you were insinuating, but he knew he couldn’t act on his own selfish impulses at the moment. He, his brother and Sanzu agreed that they would all take their turns with you respectively, but to make things fair, not one of them could fuck you alone before they all had the chance to see you coming undone on their cocks altogether.

Clearly foreplay was very much on the table at this point in time.

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled lowly, making you giggle nervously, and Ran chuckled, a little grateful for the distraction. Seeing your big pleading eyes staring at him in the mirror while you’re basically asking for him to fuck you was nearly too impossible to resist.

“Here,” Ran said, reaching over and grabbing your sweatpants an tank top, before gently helping you put them back over your naked body. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll get Rindou to cook us something nice, okay?”

Forgetting all about the question you had just asked him, you smiled and gave him an exciting nod, allowing him to take your hand and guide you up the stairs and past the living room where the two men were barely holding it together after hearing your moaning and whines filtering up from the basement

They knew they had to make a move soon, but it was just a matter of when, and how. Neither of the two men had ever had to chase after anybody before as they had women, and men, falling at their feet and begging for just ten minutes of their time, but with you, it’s different.

With you, it would always be different.

@skebrii @summerdasy @mightyknighty17 @toobsessedsstuff @okoknotco @whydohumansss @131-haitani

[fuyussi]

“yea, i wanna ride you- I MEAN”

characters: sano manjiro, ryuuguji ken, kokonoi hajime, haitani ran, haitani rindou

cw: ur sexy and the boys r dumb, suggestive, mainly fluff

a/n: hot mechanic trope except you’re the hot mechanic, might do more characters if this does well

Mikey

it’s obvious when he enters your shop just to gawk at you sometimes because he rarely ever goes to an auto shop for servicing, he’s usually able to fix it himself. so when he starts turning up at your shop every few weeks after the first time he couldn’t fix it himself, it’s clearly not for “bike repairs”. also doesn’t even try to hide the fact because all he does is misplace a tiny part and suddenly his bike is broken and needs your help, even thought it literally takes like 5 minutes to fix.

gets very giddy if you compliment his bike, please ask him about it. also gives you random food ratings from places he eats at, he just wants to talk to you more and hear your voice tbh please entertain him he’s very cute.

this goes on for about a month or two before you decide to just give him a little push. so one day he comes into the shop and this time it’s because his seat feels off, and an idea forms in your head. he’s talking about a new katsu-don place he had lunch at, rambling away while you hum in acknowledgement. after fiddling with the seat for a bit, you call him over, telling him to take a seat to feel if it’s ok. as he gets comfortable on his bike, you execute your plan. “so how is it? comfortable?” you ask, casually placing one hand on the seat right behind his butt and the other hand on one of the bike handles, caging him almost.

“yea, i-” mikey swallows, throat going dry as he realises just how close you are to him. he can clearly see your pretty eyes and your lips that he’s only had glances of. “‘m comfortable, yea” mumbling, he turns away flustered, he hopes you aren’t close enough to hear how loud his heart is pounding. you can see the tips of his ears starting to redden, and his eyes looking everywhere except you.

“by the way, you keep telling me about these food places but when are you actually gonna ask me out?” anyway you had the pleasure of seeing flustered mikey stammer out an invitation to lunch the next day lol.

Draken

now this is funny because he’s a mechanic himself. and you two are kinda business rivals?? same business near to each other after all. but he can’t help who he finds hot and you are smokin’. anyway draken comes into your shop frequently to ask for spare parts “because he’s ran out and he has yet to receive parts from his supplier”. in fact he’s coming in so often that you offer to give him the name of your own supplier because his just seems unreliable.

eventually evolves into him coming in to ask for “help” because at this point he’s running out of excuses to see you. god bless whenever you decide to work outside in just your tank top and overalls hanging from your hips. literally would shift his position so that you’re in his line of sight. loves talking to you about mechanic stuff and complaining about unreasonable customers because it feels like you’re bonding.

your relationship evolves very organically though because draken actually pulls lmfao, he slowly gets to know you and he would only actually ask you out if he feels that you may return his feelings though. if you don’t, he’s still very content with friendship.

which is funny because you’ve been dropping mad hints and he still doesn’t get it, nobody just chooses to work outside in 30 degree heat with the humidity when you’ve got air conditioning bro please. please just ask him out he may take forever to pick up your hints.

Kokonoi

he doesn’t even ride bikes so he’s got no reason to visit your shop. so the very first time he saw you was when he accompanied someone to get their bike serviced and he tripped over an open toolbox on the floor because he was too busy pretending he wasn’t staring at you. either way he was very embarrassed and you were now looking directly at him which only furthered his embarrassment lol.

and thanks to that he didn’t want to show his face around you but at the same time he really wanted to see you. thus began his new weird travel routes that includes walking past your shop at least once a day. takes every chance to accompany someone to your auto shop, at this point it’s pretty obvious to everyone else, especially when he offers to pay because he thinks that’ll impress you somehow.

honestly you didn’t think twice about him because you thought he was another pretentious rich guy flaunting his wealth. but you start to notice how he’s never here alone, always accompanying someone and yet he’s always paying. and you swear you see him passing by the shop frequently. when you question him about it out of curiosity though, you were surprised to see his nervous face. he tells you the truth, that he’s only here to see you and he pays because he’s trying to impress you.

not gonna lie you laughed. mainly out of surprise but still, his heart stung a little. he got a little defensive, but noticed you wrote something on the receipt as you hand it to him.

‘(xxx)-xxx-xxxx call me ♡’

Ran

you’re rindou’s mechanic actually. for whatever reason ran’s usual mechanic was closed so he went to the one that rindou usually goes to, and does he wish he came here sooner. when he walked in your back was facing him and all he could see was your sweaty toned back as you’re hunched over working on someone’s car. didn’t help that you were only in a tank top and overalls with the top part undone and the pants portion hanging low on your hips.

and when you finally noticed his presence and turn around…. wow is it hot in here or what lol. has to physically stop himself from staring at that the strip of exposed skin between where your tank top ends and the top of your pants. sweating fr he’s just glad he can keep a straight face and hold a normal conversation. he does his best to keep the conversation going as you’re working on his bike.

a smooth talker, he’s really about to “wait so what does that do again?” his way into your pants. and you know it’s an act because rindou sometimes complains to you about his brother, but damn you didn’t realise he was hot as well tf. so you indulge him a little, carrying on the conversation.

“ehhh, i didn’t know that. maybe i should come in more often and you can tell me more.” lying through his teeth, doing the absolute most to get any reason to see you again. or at least get your number.

“no worries, i’m sure rindou would be happy to relay the message, don’t trouble yourself to come down here :)” too bad you were in a teasing mood. ran’s eye was almost twitching because you’re now done with his bike and he’s about to pay, but he has yet to get your number or name for that matter. somehow you’ve dodged all his attempts and he’s starting to think you’re denser than a brick. worse come to worse he could just ask rindou for your number but that’s like admitting that he failed at wooing you.

“you know what, i might start coming to you for my regular servicing,” ran looks over his bike, genuinely impressed by your skill.

“you can come to me for other services too~” practically purred that out tbh. his head literally snaps to look at you to confirm that you were indeed flirting, but all he sees is the same dense smile you’ve given him the whole time. “i do bike repairs and parts replacement as well, here’s a brochure :)”

oh he’s definitely coming back.

Rindou

pure chance he walked into your shop that day, he really just needed to purchase a spare part and he could fix it himself. well that idea was immediately thrown out the moment he saw you though. opposite of his brother, definitely way more nervous to speak to you. you were very nice, managed to decipher what he wanted despite his sudden lack of vocabulary.

not one to back down from a challenge, he decides to pretend to be unable to fix his bike himself, and this led to him bringing it in the very next day. definitely spent the night thinking about what to say to you tbh so he doesn’t seem like a gaping idiot the next day.

not that it mattered because he still can’t seem to start a conversation with you, instead opting to stare at your expert hands easily fixing up his bike. bad idea because now his head is getting filled with… other thoughts about your hands and he has to force himself to look away. and he’s not exactly subtle about his staring too, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. at first you thought it was because he was trying to keep an eye on you, perhaps he didn’t really like the way you did things. oh well, you couldn’t satisfy every customer.

but when he showed up again the next time he needed some repairs, you were surprised. “oh hello, didn’t think i would see you again.” tbh you should have kept your mouth shut. literally just exposed that you remember him despite only seeing him twice. can’t help that he’s so fucking hot memorable. good thing he didn’t pick up on that though, instead focusing on why you didn’t think he would come again.

“well you were practically staring daggers into me the last time, thought you didn’t like my work.” rindou flushed slightly at that, trying to find a way to explain that that wasn’t the reason he was staring at you. “i wasn’t- that was not, why i was staring…” he trailed off at the end, unsure how to continue, his hand rubbing his neck.

“oh so you were just, staring?” you chuckle, eyebrow cocking. finishing up on his bike, you place down your tools before leaning against the cashier counter in front of rindou. “you know, my lunch break is right about now, so why don’t i take you out to lunch and you can get a closer look?”

[loneworldgazer]

helping hands

pairings: bonten x gen!reader

a/n: BRO THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I EVER WRITTEN

credits to @kurowantsasugarmommy (one hell of a username) and my cousin for sending a parkour video like months ago

warnings: a bunch of pet names, profanity, suggestive, guns, violence, talk of wanting somebody as a pet

the idea behind the fic

your lungs burned with cold air, aching with the feet you stomp with to get away from people who were chasing you. the guns setting off in the background made teeth grit, your lips curving upwards with the tears threatening to leak from your pained eyes that no way your life will turn upside down just because your jackass of an ex made you the prize of his god awful debt.

if you could take a few steps back, how would you describe this situation?

like cat and mouse except your life was literally on the line.

dark envelope your sight when you woke up, the bag over your head still on suffocating you and entertaining the dizziness you got and muffled voices buzzed in your ears as you try listening on.

defitenely talking about you, gulping of why your head was even covered in the first place. your last memory was a harsh tug and a cloth pressed on your nose before you fell into the person's embrace, you just wanted to walk out for fresh air but you breathed in chlorofoam instead.

the yank of the bag scared you. the person scoffed to your panicked expression and grabbed onto your cheeks, eyeing your every form as if he was searching for answers. his hands stopped bruising your cheeks when he let go, leading you to lick the inside of your cheeks to get the pain away.

"we should discuss now, sit here like a good doll alright?" the man holding a baton by his side smiled a not so nice smirk, the weapon he held by his side a threat if you ever think about moving. other men in suits start moving out the room even ones without their coats mocking you with a flick of their tongues and waves to confuse you more, the door closed and the puff of air you exhaled nearly made you fall back in the chair.

they look professional, any professional person you would think about are from offices but you know damn sure where they were from. at least you knew who wore them mostly.

your ex, dressing up in the crack of night to go out to those fancy casinos to gamble their wits away is where the men who kidnap you should be.

a situation you would get yourself into sooner, not suprising when they come home marked with faint kiss marks and the smell of alcohol in their breath and even more cash in their wallet. that fool acted like nothing happened the next morning but they should know damn well that they never iron their suit after washing it. it's funny because they stay at your home like a damn stranger who can't take care of themselves and you had the utmost satisfaction with kicking them out the house when you broke the news that you weren't a dumbass and pushed them out.

their wailing of neediness turned to threats of wanting to sell you off, listening to them with unease in your heart that the gambling also took their sanity away. this could turn risky because they sounded a whole lot more serious than their usual baby demeanor whining out to come back to them so you made sure to watch over yourself, even telling your neighbours about them though you're sure they knew with how loud they were when you moved their stuff outside the house.

your guess was you actually did get sold off as debt because you know the loser cheats like how they did with you and you really wished that it wasn't the case and their idea of pulling out an idea from their ass wasn't thinking of you but with how everything is right now, there is no possible way this wasn't tied to your ex.

anger starts bubbling up in your stomach but you tried keeping calm with the veins pulsing on your temples because on another note, them selling you off to a gang wasn't the greatest dream and being angry about it won't do you good. you might be forced to do things that you didn't want to do so the legs you placed on your chair from thinking stretched out to the ground to stand. you looked around your room, this situation did take the last bit of cells from you because it looked like a guest room. what kind of gang would treat their kidnapped as a guest? sleazy ones would, maybe a false sense of security but you let your teeth show because of whoever's stupidity that held them back from actually tying your legs.

did they do a background check on you? did they know who you were? did they know what you could do? because the hall that had its single window had the greatest drop with rails and stairs that could easily make you land on your feet. kicking open the window, your leg grazed the metal but you countinued on to jump to another railing, thumping onto its platform.

a pole that looked like it was waiting for you was damaged, hung off downwards from the wall and you tested your luck like you were throwing fire with bare hands. trying to break it off took time and though some messed up emotion in your body found it exciting to soon see the reactions of the men capturing you finding you gone, sweat ran down your temple to how it was difficult to get the pole off. with tremendous force, you nearly fell down a long way down to the ground and your life flashes before your eyes at the thought of becoming a mosquito squashed on somebodys arm but your legs held tight to the railing, never failing to support you.

with exaggeration you could die happy with how you got the sharp end of the pole to aim right between your hands and how the rope slightly loosens up so you could work your magic, it also made you look up to the sound of a shout and you were looking right up at the male whose bubblegum pink hair shook around like he was the only one who saw you and he was calling on the others to inform them. a curse slipped from your mouth and you force your foot down on the railing to jump down to another set of stairs knowing damn well going down slowly makes you fall to their trap.

while jumping down, it was hard to concentrate on trying to get yourself out the ropes because focusing too much on the other might lead to your downfall, you just didn't want to die yet.

crying out in frustration, it's like the last bits of the ropes won't cut through. it was itching on your wrists that you think you scarred them instead of the actual rope. you don't know how fast these men were and time was ticking.

--

"are we really going to keep sloppy seconds?"

the trio who gambled with your ex started beaming, telling koko that of course you were going to be bonten's property for now if you do good. it was more better than having a whiny bitch in debt who will spend half of their lives trying to pay back their debt, why not have someone that can please them in exchange for the hefty debt?

koko leaned back in the chair probing the trio of what were they even supposed to do with you and mikey just listened in, almost falling asleep if kakucho didn't tapped him multiple times because of showing no interest but only showing up to see what will his men do with said person tied in the next room.

"me and brother planned to have them as a personal assistant" glint in their eyes telling them that there was something more than just making them an assistant and sanzu derides the two from being so discreet of their explanation, he flipped through the papers again and looked at your tender face and brought up a point that you might have been deprived of touch since your awful ex has been so busy gambling since he was a daily person you an see at one of the bonten casinos and they should make you their pet.

kakucho excused them, telling you were probably an innocent person roped into this and should be a secretary since no normal person would just give their ex as debt but sanzu groaned with quiet booing from the other two.

"did you even listened? we're doing them a favour! plus didn't their ex said they're really obediant?" nasty expression on sanzu's face when kakucho seemed to almost giving up because it was pretty hard to convince the trio when they already had an idea in mind for them to work with. rindou chastised him, simply because he thought their idea was more better than his.

mochi then snapped his fingers after remaining silent for a while and said that they should bring you in the meeting room to decide for yourself and sanzu tittered to mochi's idea and skipped on over to the door, saying he'll be right back with you with a wink. so it seemed that they already had a plan up their sleeves, kakucho sat down again and pinches the bridge of his nose because of even trying to argue with the hard headed trio and wished the best for you. losing hope in himself that he couldn't save somebody in this damned organisation, somebody innocent as well.

but his self loathing was interrupted with a ear-splitting holler had almost everybody off their seats rushing towards sanzu. they had to guess you weren't really obediant to sit down through the whole meeting.

--

the pole scratched your wrists and you dropped it immediately when your marked hands were free from restraint, wasting no time you ripped part of your shirt to let the slippery material protect your palms from harm and any burns you'll get from any metals. starting to run again, you skidded near to the buildings especially the walls.

hearing the fast stomps of the people chasing you, your hand automatically on a pole to climb onto an aircond's condenser to launch yourself further to grab on the rusted pieces of the ladder to reach the top. wishing well for your hands when they prick on the crusted ladders you fear and turned around a moment to see three men gawking at how high you manage to reach when they just spotted you seconds ago.

oh, you could laugh but all it took for it to pause in your throat when you noticed the guns they possesed; these were the men your ex were fucking with? you're defitenely going to wring the idiocy out of their body if you survived.

darting towards water tanks and hiding a bit, you look around your surroundings for examination on where you need to go next without getting cornered. biting your tongue, you had to thank one particular person that helped you learned how to climb like a champ.

hanma shuji.

he was the breath of fresh air you were going for before you were going to get kidnapped and being around him was really therapeutic that you forgot you had an ex to take care of.

randomly crossing his path when he hung from moneky bars, his hair down like a damn ghost while he tried swinging around. he mayhaps jump a little when you asked what was he doing.

sitting down near the slide while he sits opposite from you with a ciggeratte lit between his lips and asks why a fine person like you was doing on a saturday night in a park.

bummed out from your exs' constant dissapearances to casinos, you look glumly at the stars before hanma starts talking again. only saying that your ex was a dick, he brought up a way to cheer you up, very weird that it was his first thought but he said it anyways.

first thing was parkour so if you decide to burn their things in a fire and they're chasing you down, you could jump over a fence up to a building in seconds. hanma stood up to demonstrate on the park's fence and jumping perfectly on the fountain without slipping into the water and he jumped back to the fence to grin back at your clapping.

"i actually know how but.. i quit for a while after dating-"

hanma, this damn man who was really starightforward with his words immediately challenged you to run up to the abandoned building with him having a head start while you stumbled after him, leaving behind your drink to catch up to the male. panic set you off so hanma was the first one to reach and you kicked him for being a cheating asshole while he kicks you back and called you a clutz.

"i can help you y'know? c'mere every weekend, i'm here~"

you couldn't hide your excitement to his odd idea and it showed how he smirked at you, it was really refeshing that everytime your ex was off to their destination; you would refresh your memory about how good you were at parkour that hanma was impressed that with the race to the abandoned building even with a headstart, you would triumphantly stand before him and be the first one to pop up on the rooftop.

weekend visits with him was like this for multiple weeks before you got sick of your ex being a parasite in your house so it was great kicking them out and having no interruptions when you want to be with hanma because you remembered about a few times where they called you to come home already and stop whatever were you doing.

before the night you broke up with them, hanma would gulp down the drink you bought him and you would casually tell him that his first plan of burning down their clothes wasn't the best because you're scared your neighbours might not like you anymore, don't wanna scare their old hearts. he looked at you as if you had another plan but he booed when you just wanted to throw their stuff outside instead of burning them.

shrugging, he stood up and smiled at you while you also do the same cause you're scared he'll kick sand in your eyes again (for funsies he said) .

"if you need help, come to me. here~"

he hands you an adress, yawning and placing his hands into his pocket. not bothering for a goodnight greeting, you realized the time and begin pacing back home and feel conflicted to the card in your hand.

fuck, if only you had time to call him (if he even can help you in this type of situation) or even reach his address because your heart thumping loudly in your ears didn't helped when the bullets were shot past your ear, ducking to roll towards a broken wall; you looked at the opposite building, grateful that the distance was near to reach. you had to act fast because you knew by their steps, they seperated themselves to reach on you with all angles. it's possible with the gun in their hands.

but you gambled with the fact they haven't shot any vital parts that can easily kill you but to immobilize like your legs, hands or chest. a bullet through your arm was a greater choice than through the skull to get yourself out of this situation.

with grace, arms behind your back; you jumped to the other building and ran to another wall, hearing for any footsteps near the entrance because you knew the trio called for backup or atleast there were more men that were on your ass from the very start so you wiped your eyes frozen from the fear of death and side stepped to another building before rolling to avoid your stomping from easily getting heard from the hole in the rooftop where you could see the flash of shadows going to where you were.

everything was a ticking time bomb, one fluster, a foot tripping or the wrong step from being paralyzed from your bloodshot nerves can send you to a hell of guns aimed to scare you back into their grasp, heck; the baton that one guy held was a far more better replacement than the guns they're currently shooting at you.

you did not know how stressful you were, being so shook up from dodging many rain of bullets; the men who were on you grit their teeth in scorn to how good you were.

"once we're done with this shit, i hope i'll strangle you for not tying their legs-"

"it's not like i knew that this bitch knew how to fucking hop around buildings!"

ran would throw them off the building if he could right now if they didn't focus on the mission and stopped arguing. hell, he just wished you weren't so difficult. he shouldn't have judged your confusion as mere dumbness because the last person you saw was him, with a look in your eyes telling him he'll regret touching you.

going through flight of stairs wasn't the greatest thought but they had to do it, still he was confident enough you were going to get caught in their trap.

a person against eight will never win.

especially since you're running out of corners to run around.

with a shout, your body flung to the side to grasp the pole that looked like it could break off at any time and your other hand slid down to adjust yourself so you wouldn't fall. thank god your hands were wrapped, having no cloth around it would give you a major burn from going down the metal. but to your suprise the pole begins breaking off.

if it wasn't an opportunity for one of the men to shoot the rusted side of the pole then you don't even know, you tried clawing at the wall to make your fall stop because you weren't that far from the ground but you were sure the impact could kill you and you childishly closed your eyes to stop watching the intensity for a moment.

your body jumped upwards, your legs giving out when it hit the floor with force.

you screamed, the noise surely heard by them but you scramble on and you found out now your feet hurt like hell. you squeled out, biting your tongue to not focus on the pain shooting up your legs and ran straight to the alleyway.

just one break, one break from all of this. this wasn't cat and mouse anymore when the cats were about more than 8 because more voices started appearing behind you. no way that they brought back up, they weren't playing fair.

one thing you feared from the very start was getting ganged on at the end of your escape and the alleyway you took,

had a dead end.

there were a door on the right but it wouldn't budge and it was locked probably and you wanted to break down but your eyes knew it could start pouring out it's tears now.

wanting to just get out of this mess, you just wished the ex you dated wasn't some try hard who cheated on you and your body slid down on the dumpster, your knees up to your chest when you hear footsteps coming; bracing for whatever was coming.

you're not ready on what was going to happen to you.

what do these men even think of what to do with you? a thought you had made you giggle, a nice man in this organisation? they were probably the one who kidnapped you. useless wishing was in your mouth now, just wanting to get away from the people on you and the foul smell of the dumpster.

you jerked up when a hand grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you to their chest and a bunch of guns firing past you with the voice of men echoing through out the alleyway.

firing past you?

you looked up and armed men having the time of their lives shooting bonten and their back up men everywhere that the executives better be grateful that their pack of men were a meat shield to the ruthless storm of bullets where they had to retreat on the plan of getting you back, for now.

a familiar face nearly made you choke as he hold you from falling because your legs were twisting from exhaustion and you're glad he held you in his arms.

hanma called his men over to stop and he brought you with him while he dragged you in, opening the door that was locked when you panicked for an exit.

in whatever way he came up, appeared and saved you; you were glad he was there,

because he always said he'll be there when you needed help.

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Their mistake

Bonten x F!Reader | 2.1k+ words

Warnings: Smut MDNI, have your ages in your blogs visible, slightly breath play by Rindou, explicit sex, blindfold, voyeurism(?), cuckolding, sub reader, objectifying(?) the reader(?) if you squint, Mikey is kinda a mean dom... Hair-pulling(sanzu), implied breeding(?), idk what happened here tbh, dubcon just in case, vaginal penetration by Ran, I'm sorry pls don't read, idk if it's canon. Cunnilingus, slight cum eating. Chocking? Idk what is Kakucho doing. This a mess. Not edited and no beta.

Sum: Mikey finds a different way to punish his executives. Because taking money doesn’t work, they have plenty; but there’s only one you.

“Mikey, I’m not sure,” you felt the tension in the empty room.

“It will be okay, don’t worry,” he kissed the corner of your lips. “Ran, come in,” Mikey called for the older Haitani.

“Ra- Ran!” the sound of your moans echoed in the room, “Aah- Ra- a- an!” He kept smashing his hips—hands painfully gripping your hips. But his eyes weren't on you. Ran’s triumphant gaze was on the three men in front of him—mockingly holding eye contact with them. Kakucho, Sanzu, and Ran’s own brother, Rindou, stood before the bed. None of them were allowed to move. None of them were allowed to look away from you. Not even blink.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey, “Ran, go deeper; looks like she’s not making enough noises,” Mikey instructed the older Haitani. He sat on a chair next to the bed. Mikey would have loved to be in Ran’s place, but someone needed to make sure Kakucho, Sanzu, and Rindou’s punishment went through. Ran’s hooded stare remained on them as he intensified his thrusts, following Mikey’s words. Your high-pitched cries made the standing men's chests tighten.

A week, they weren't allowed to touch you for a whole week. You never asked what happened nor complained since Mikey seemed furious. That was a very unusual behavior coming from the unemotional man. And today was their last day of chasteness.

However, Mikey still held a grudge against whatever had transpired with them. He had called Ran to your room; then, the three perpetrators walked in with blank faces. You didn't know what was happening. Mikey only told you to follow whatever Ran did and that everything will be okay.

The older Haitani strode in with a confident step as he yanked his tie off. Next was his shirt—buttons flew everywhere. And you jumped in surprise at his actions; the predatory look in his eyes left you numb. With renewed nervousness running in your system, you looked at the standing men, their backs pasted to the wall. Only for Ran to roughly pull you towards him, “Sorry, little lamb, but you’re not permitted to look at them,” a piece of cloth covered your eyes.

That's how you ended up here, with Ran holding your legs from behind your knees, almost folding you in half—thrusting his cock in your dripping cunt, heavy balls slapping against your skin. Your head was about to dangle from the edge of the bed. You attempted to stop that by fisting the bedsheets stained with your mixed fluids, but it didn't help. Suddenly, you felt him change the positions of his hands and grab at your legs and pull. The tip of his hard cock still inside you—you screamed. Ran had yanked you from the edge only to have your cunt clash open on his cock. Your hands flew to his chest, to stop him or to hold yourself; you weren't sure right now. Moans and grunts drowned the squelching sound of your pussy being plummeted by Ran.

At such actions transpiring on the bed, Mikey saw Sanzu shake a little. Even if it was less than an inch, Mikey saw it. The pinknette had moved, and that was against Mikey’s orders. “come here,” at his boss’s cold tone, Sanzu sprung into action—walking as fast as his feet could take him. “Kneel,” commanded the shorter man. Sanzu did as told, not questioning it for a second. Then, one of Mikey’s hands clutched Sanzu’s pink mane, making him wince in pain as Mikey forced him to crawl towards the bed. “The sight is better here, don't you think?” Said Mikey with a monotonous tone—standing next to Sanzu but still keeping an eye on the other two left in the wall.

“Yes,” Sanzu answered through gritted teeth—looking directly towards your center. The pinknette, now with pink cheeks and a growing problem in his dress pants, couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him; deep down, Sanzu didn't want to. Ran’s cock moving in and out of your clenching hole, your whimpers and whines were louder here, penetrating through his skull and traveling in his nervous system until they reached his leaking cock—wet spots began to form in his slacks.

Sanzu was mad, mad at himself, Ran, and even mad at you—you, who had changed everything he knew; he felt and wanted. A whole week of not even being able to jack off with his fist. It's been a long time since he came to these kind of places, but not a single person out there felt like you. He had tried, but every time his dick went in someone or something, his head went straight to you—comparing, chasing a similarity to grasp and use, but nothing. Nothing compares to that pretty pussy Ran was using right now. Sanzu had acquired an exquisite test. You were that exquisite taste.

Kakucho and Rindou weren't far behind the pinknette’s train of thoughts and feelings. The only difference was that the other two were holding it in a little better. But not for long.

“Touch her clit, Ran,” at that, Ran’s finger didn't hesitate to move with Mikey’s voice. Ran began to press circles on your bud—his hips never stopping as your cries and sobs increased in intensity. You could feel someone’s breathing near your hip, but you didn't have the strength to ask who. Too lost in Ran’s touches and pumps of his hips. If you only knew Sanzu had a first-row seat for the show.

“You look so pretty taking my cock, little lamb,” Ran forgot what the whole point was, seeing the mess your soaking wet pussy was making all over his cock, “I love how you keep sucking me in,” Ran growled at your walls clenching to his words, “fuck—that cute pussy is mine, right?” A wicked grin adorned the older Haitani’s face.

“Y-yes!” you whined, “all yours!” Your sounds sent shivers through every men present. Shivers that Mikey saw and wouldn't let pass.

“Here. Now.” Mikey wasn't playing. The cold in his eyes could kill. Kakucho and Rindou moved in unison, with eyes still glued to you. Completely ignoring a drooling Sanzu kneeling—forgotten under Mikey’s hand. “Your hand on her neck,” Mikey addressed the younger Haitani. “And you,” he spoke to Kakucho, “keep her legs open,”

You felt a hand wrap around your throat, and two others brought your legs closer to your chest—stretching your hole open for Ran. From Mikey’s words, you knew they belonged to Sanzu, Rindou, or Kakucho. Their touch felt like fire on your skin; their palms were hot, burning the place where they landed.

Rindou not only felt your heartbeat and breathing on his fingertips, but the vibrations of your moeans and whines too. It all traveled through his arm to end on his groin; it hurt, it fucking hurt him. You had fucked him up good; all he could think about as his calloused hand squeezed your neck was you—the memories of your pretty lips surrounding his cock, your teary eyes looking up at him as you fought against the gagging feeling. Over that black cloth, he pictured those eyes of yours. Why were your open lips so close to him now?

Kakucho couldn't help but feel each and every shove that Ran delivered to your cunt. Holding your legs means he receives the movements, too, and what went through his mind didn't help. He wanted to be the one making you whine and drip. Cock so deep you would feel it up in your tummy. The more Kakucho thought about being in the one pounding your cunt; the more you felt his bruising grip on your legs.

Mikey picked up on your body signs; you were close. Ran felt it too, already accustomed with you. The trembling, the shaking, and your moans were telling them what you currently couldn't. The older Haitani moved his arm between Kakucho and Rindou to reach your mouth. His fingers made their way into your wet cavern—your tongue instantly surrounded his fingers, coating them with spit. Bringing his hand back, Ran didn't waste any time in pressing them on your clit. But Ran beat you to it. He began to feel the tension in his muscles, the too-familiar tingling sensation on his tip, the numbing of his body, and all attention on his groin. Pushing his cock to the hilt, he came inside you as he groaned. Warm walls hugging his spilling cock—hips glued to you. “Y/N, fuck,” a tremble run up his spine, “you’re a pretty little hole for my cum, fuck-” his words made you let out raspy whines in retaliation. Rindou’s constant pressure made your throat hoarse.

That last sentence gave Mikey an idea; he abruptly held Ran’s wrist to keep him from stimulating you. Stained sounds of protests left your mouth. Mikey’s eyes moved to a panting Sanzu. The pinknette just witnessed your cunt take Ran’s seeds. He knows what it feels like to fill you up; he felt his member throb at the sight of your pussy leaking that sticky white substance. “Ran, move, go clean up,” Mikey’s icy tone left no room for discussion.

“Sorry, little lamb, I owe you an orgasm, m’kay?” Ran bent to kiss your stomach as a goodbye. But you didn't register his words.

As Mikey saw Ran retreating from the room towards the bathroom, he harshly pulled Sanzu’s hair, stretching the pinknette’s neck. “Put your fingers in her, and don’t let any cum out,” Sanzu automatically moved, making you whimper as his fingers crammed your hole. “Sanzu, stick your tongue out, and your gonna leave it there as I use your head, understood?” you froze as Mikey spoke. Rindou and Kakucho, still with their hands holding you down, trembled. “Rindou, press harder. Kakucho, keep her open” that was the final phrase their Boss let out before he shoved Sanzu’s face in your cunt. You screamed in surprise as Rindou silenced you—a choking sound replaced your wails.

It was almost painful the position Kakucho restrained you in. But that didn't matter as Sanzu’s tongue kept moving over your bundle of nerves; each hard stroke Mikey made with his second in command had you shaking. The one moving Sanzu was Mikey as if the pinknette was a toy made just for eating you out. Fist on Sanzu’s mane, Mikey twisted his executive’s head, moving it up down in your center, sometimes even licking over his own fingers that still stayed warm in your cunt—drops of Ran’s cum stained his skin, and again, that didn't matter. Sanzu hummed in content at your taste, after so long, finally—finally screamed his body. However, it was not enough to fill a whole week without you. Sadly, Sanzu would take it. He would take anything you offered.

Mikey forcefully made Sanzu lap at your clit as you squirmed under Rindou and Kakucho’s hand. You were so close, it hurt. The heat pooling in your center, the tension on your nerves, the feeling of Sanzu’s wet muscle playing with your bud, and before you could reach your peak, Mikey pushed Rindou off of you. Thus making him let go of your neck, and as the rush of air hit you, that's when you saw white. All your body shook at your release, a groan from your abused throat flooded the room. Tears on the cloth as Mikey kept Sanzu on your clit. As soon as Mikey pulled Sanzu away, the pinknette licked his lips, ecstatic at your juices lingering in his mouth.

After that, Mikey ordered them to go clean up and bring something for you too. Kakucho let go of your legs, and you clamped them shut—your body still twitching from the intensity of the moment. Mikey hugged your tired form while he took off your blindfold. You snuggled towards his warmth; little pants of air fanned his neck.

“You’ll be able to touch more when your week is up,” Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho’s ear’s perked up at Mikey’s statement. That meant that in a couple of hours, you’d be theirs again. Their mouth watered at the revelation. The intensity of their desires made them drool. What have you done to them?

Mikey silently observed their response, not surprised at their similar reactions. A side smile appeared on Bonten’s boss.

They were like starvest beasts, waiting for their prey to lower its guard and pounce on it. And just like cinderella—as soon as the clock hit midnight, they would be free of their spell. Your exhausted form rested in bed, tired from all that occurred—sleepiness almost taking over you.

When the clock hit twelve. Three figures surrounded your bed. A hand caressed your cheek, “Wake up, baby,” a deep voice whispered, “I’m sorry, but you can’t rest yet,”