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[manjjiros]

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[kenuis]

The first time you open a pasta sauce jar all on your own, long acrylics and all Keisuke eats dinner in angry silence, looking at his hands and contemplating banning spaghetti from the house

[manjjiros]

manjiro mod come home. i miss you

[manjjiros]

Hehehe, you say weaponry and I get chills. Do you know who I am? I already told you I love a challenge, doll. 

Bet you’d love to see me get my hands dirty, too. Could take care of you after I crack a few skulls open. A fight really gets the adrenaline goin'. ;)

-Hanma

i’d rather not.

look, hanma. i’m going on break. i would like to spend that break alone and away from the smell of sweaty alcoholics and cigarette smoke. if you don’t mind.

he turns and starts to tug his waist apron off, looping around the bar to try and make an escape from the bar.

[shujistars-archived-deactivated]

thinking about shuji in a collar and leash and muzzle leaning into you as you gently pull on it, the height difference causing him to bend quite aggressively down to meet you at your level. the metal of the muzzle brushes against your cheek, and you catch his predatory smile in the corner of your eye.

"are you enjoying this?" you tease. this had been your idea, after all, but you didn't expect him to go along with it so willingly. it's a pretty black set, with a bell on the collar that lightly sounds when he nods gently.

"of course, darling," he whispers, eyes alight. the gold and purple feel mesmerizing to look into. "i'll try anything for you. anything to get those precious little cheeks warm with that cute blush you get when you're flustered."

that blush is currently warming your face, you can feel it. you scoff instead, trying to hide it, and choose to pull on the leash again, a soft tug that elicits an oof noise.

"bad dog."

he growls, then, and it shoots directly down to the pit of your stomach, warmth spreading through you as you force him to his knees instead. "do you now what happens to bad dogs?" you say, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. he smiles up at you anyway, shaking his head.

"no, tell me."

"bad dogs need to be punished."

[manjjiros]

i need husband!ken to fix my car rn actually i think hearing him say “i’ll take care of it, just relax” will fix my attitude and shut my brain off completely

[mitsuwuyaa-archived]

7:14pm | Draken

cw: fem!reader, explicit smut/MDNI, fingering, squirting, Draken calls reader "good girl" and "baby," mentions of aftercare because Draken is a king. not proofread, i got excited. | wc: 715

I’m a firm believer that Draken is proficient at making you squirt. He will have no “I can’t, Ken,” or “I’ve never done that.” Nope. When you meet Draken, he’ll be sure to have your sheets ruined in a matter of seconds.

– – –

“That’s a good girl, c’mon, gimme another.”

He’s got you on your back near the edge of the bed. He instructed you to hold your legs open, but by now your grip was slacking behind your knees after having just made a mess of the duvet underneath you. It was like nothing you had ever felt before.

Draken was still only using his fingers, two plunged inside your cunt and curled upward to press the pads of his fingers to the one spot that was sure to make you cum a little harder than normal. You had half a mind to wonder how he even knew about that spot if it weren’t for the fact that he grew up in a brothel. 

Some would call that cheating, but to Draken it only means he gets to open the door to this new wonderful pleasure that he enjoys just as much as you presently do. Your chest heaved, trying to swallow air as fast as you moaned it out. Your thighs started to shake, wet and shiny from your own release, but Draken wanted you drenched, soaked down to the core. 

“Keep those legs open f’me, baby,” he cooed, using his free hand to hold you down at your abdomen while his occupied one continued to finger you at a rapid pace. His palm cupped around your pubic bone for leverage to press his fingertips harder into your g-spot, waiting for your walls to contract once again to signal another orgasm.

It was everything to simply keep your hands from slipping, already so fucked out from the intensity you felt in your core. Your eyes started rolling back, moaning so sinfully that it only encouraged him more. 

You tried to move your hips, chasing your high almost autonomously because your mind was gone. It’s as if your body was saying again, again. Your abdomen felt tighter, an indescribable sensation creeping its way up your spine and through every single one of your nerves. 

“K-Ken… fuck, I’m– I–” You were clenching down on his fingers, voice reaching a higher pitch but your throat closing off because you were overwhelmed by the shocks you were feeling as his fingers literally hooked into you and his palm stimulated your clit.

“Let it go, baby. That’s it, make a mess f’me, pretty girl.” 

It felt like a twenty foot wave crashing down to shore, blood roaring in your ears and your vision going hazy as you cried out. Your pussy gushed like a waterfall, trickling down to the bed cover and splashing against your thighs and stomach.

“K-K-Kennnn!” He slipped his fingers out of your cunt to quickly rub his digits over your clit, which turned the knob already at max way over your limit. The muscles in his arm tensing at the effort of his movements. The shrillness of your voice cut through the air, seeing stars at the back of your eyelids.

By now there was a puddle of your own making beneath you. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Draken slowed his motions, settling on a slow languid roll of his fingers around your pretty little nub. He thinks he’s in love with the ‘schlick’ sound of your cunt, admiring your fucked out face and spent body.

“You did so good, baby. I told ya you could do it.” He stretched a smug smile across his features before helping you relax your legs, crawling up the bed to tenderly kiss your forehead and make sure you were still somewhat present. Your eyes fell heavy searching for him, exhausted beyond belief and truly astounded that he was able to make your body do that with such little effort.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” There was never any doubt that Draken would give you the proper aftercare, helping you get your arms around his neck so he could get you in the shower. You already know you’ll be sleeping so well tonight, and looking forward to the next time Draken gets you to ruin the sheets.

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[manjjiros]

personal trainer kakuchou. will be elaborating tn i fear.

[manjjiros]

personal trainer!kakuchou who doesn’t smile when you have your first meeting. instead, he sits you down on a yoga mat and asks, “what are you really here for?”

personal trainer!kakuchou who listens to your reasoning for starting workout training, talking about stresses in life, in work, wanting to get back on track, and says nothing before walking off to grab hand wraps.

personal trainer!kakuchou who says “keep going,” while squatting next to you and taking one of your hands, starting to wrap it with fighter’s tape, weaving around your knuckles and between each of your fingers.

personal trainer!kakuchou who, when you ask why he’s wrapping your hands, simply says, “you need to hit something,” and gives you a look when you laugh awkwardly and say you don’t.

personal trainer!kakuchou who gets you to your feet and holds the punching bag for you to hit, and you do. you lay into the bag and he tells you how to hold your hands, ball your fists, stand properly with your feet apart. and you find your stress melting, and his eyes flash with a knowing look.

personal trainer!kakuchou who stands over you diligently during your tri-weekly sessions, holding out his hands in case you can’t get the bar back up on the rack. his eyes watching the way your muscles flutter and tense as you grit your teeth and plant your feet properly on the ground and force the bar back up.

personal trainer!kakuchou who is light with his praise, but that makes it more special; “there you go, that’s it. you did it. feels good, right? … okay, so this is actually a drop set, so lay back down… there you go.”

personal trainer!kakuchou who is practically breathing down your neck during deadlifts or squats with the bar, hands hovering under your elbows and barking out encouragements to get up, straighten your knees, stand up, you can do it, be good for me, that’s it- there you go!

personal trainer!kakuchou who notices when you start to go commando under your workout clothing and says nothing.

personal trainer!kakuchou who starts to tap your ass after hard workouts, nodding his approval with the faintest of smiles.

personal trainer!kakuchou who’s never felt this way about one of his clients before, getting nervous when it’s leg day because you’ve gotten so much stronger with his help and he can see that.

personal trainer!kakuchou who is taken aback when you invite him to dinner one night, under the guise of thanking him for all of his help in getting you into a better place, physically and mentally.

personal trainer!kakuchou who accepts almost bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with a boxing glove-clad hand.

personal trainer!kakuchou who picks you up for a dinner you scheduled, pays for your meal that you invited him to, and brings you home afterward.

personal trainer!kakuchou who is too nervous to take the next step, so you have to lean across the console and grab his chin to kiss him.

personal trainer!kakuchou who follows you inside like a puppy, but turns into a wolf the moment he gets inside your place.

personal trainer!kakuchou who throws your weight around like it’s nothing, throwing you onto your bed and shoving his face between thick, muscular thighs he helped to shape.

personal trainer!kakuchou who rolls you over on top of him after you cum on his tongue and encourages you to ride him, but ends up doing most of the work from below anyway.

personal trainer!kakuchou who laughs, a full-body and hearty laugh, when you comment idly, “i wish we could’ve been doing cardio like that this whole time.”

[d6ddyx]

[manjjiros]

personal trainer kakuchou. will be elaborating tn i fear.

[manjjiros]

personal trainer!kakuchou who doesn’t smile when you have your first meeting. instead, he sits you down on a yoga mat and asks, “what are you really here for?”

personal trainer!kakuchou who listens to your reasoning for starting workout training, talking about stresses in life, in work, wanting to get back on track, and says nothing before walking off to grab hand wraps.

personal trainer!kakuchou who says “keep going,” while squatting next to you and taking one of your hands, starting to wrap it with fighter’s tape, weaving around your knuckles and between each of your fingers.

personal trainer!kakuchou who, when you ask why he’s wrapping your hands, simply says, “you need to hit something,” and gives you a look when you laugh awkwardly and say you don’t.

personal trainer!kakuchou who gets you to your feet and holds the punching bag for you to hit, and you do. you lay into the bag and he tells you how to hold your hands, ball your fists, stand properly with your feet apart. and you find your stress melting, and his eyes flash with a knowing look.

personal trainer!kakuchou who stands over you diligently during your tri-weekly sessions, holding out his hands in case you can’t get the bar back up on the rack. his eyes watching the way your muscles flutter and tense as you grit your teeth and plant your feet properly on the ground and force the bar back up.

personal trainer!kakuchou who is light with his praise, but that makes it more special; “there you go, that’s it. you did it. feels good, right? … okay, so this is actually a drop set, so lay back down… there you go.”

personal trainer!kakuchou who is practically breathing down your neck during deadlifts or squats with the bar, hands hovering under your elbows and barking out encouragements to get up, straighten your knees, stand up, you can do it, be good for me, that’s it- there you go!

personal trainer!kakuchou who notices when you start to go commando under your workout clothing and says nothing.

personal trainer!kakuchou who starts to tap your ass after hard workouts, nodding his approval with the faintest of smiles.

personal trainer!kakuchou who’s never felt this way about one of his clients before, getting nervous when it’s leg day because you’ve gotten so much stronger with his help and he can see that.

personal trainer!kakuchou who is taken aback when you invite him to dinner one night, under the guise of thanking him for all of his help in getting you into a better place, physically and mentally.

personal trainer!kakuchou who accepts almost bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with a boxing glove-clad hand.

personal trainer!kakuchou who picks you up for a dinner you scheduled, pays for your meal that you invited him to, and brings you home afterward.

personal trainer!kakuchou who is too nervous to take the next step, so you have to lean across the console and grab his chin to kiss him.

personal trainer!kakuchou who follows you inside like a puppy, but turns into a wolf the moment he gets inside your place.

personal trainer!kakuchou who throws your weight around like it’s nothing, throwing you onto your bed and shoving his face between thick, muscular thighs he helped to shape.

personal trainer!kakuchou who rolls you over on top of him after you cum on his tongue and encourages you to ride him, but ends up doing most of the work from below anyway.

personal trainer!kakuchou who laughs, a full-body and hearty laugh, when you comment idly, “i wish we could’ve been doing cardio like that this whole time.”

[akiisks]

Old sketches that i'm too lazy to finish

[manjjiros]

personal trainer kakuchou. will be elaborating tn i fear.

[manjjiros]

Now why would you tell me when your break is if you didn’t want me to follow you? Seems very contradictory of you.

I suppose I can pretend to not notice which way you go, and “coincidentally” end up in the same place. Who knows.

*He takes a sip of his drink, keeping perfect eye contact.*

-Hanma

you can do whatever you want. get near me and i’ll press the emergency button. i’m not afraid to call for the big scary guys with weaponry.

just drink your drink, hanma.

[blackpeachy]

"You're my favorite piece of art."

[dearkiryu-deactivated20260308]

the girl with the tattoo.

she's my collar. chapter two.

synopsis. you're forced to reminisce on an old fling that got you in this mess, and find solace in a new one who helps you to forget.

characters. manjiro sano, chifuyu matsuno. hanma shuji.

contains. mentions of a toxic relationship. guns mention. dubcon. drugs. drug consumption. branding/marking. heavy smut. suggestive content. adult language. adult situations. fingering. oral. alcohol. alcohol consumption. cunnilingus. soft sex. possessiveness. claiming.

disclaimer. the events depicted in this are works of fiction and are in no way, shape, or form glorifying or promoting them. this is not suitable for children. this work is for those 18 years of age and older.

“Who gave you this tattoo?”

You blinked. Heavy petting. Chapped lips. Pills you didn’t know the name of. A party. Someone’s bedroom. Hands. Him.

“Who?”

You swallowed. You thought you were done with him and his bullshit. It took so much to finally get away, to finally be free and still somehow he found a way to weasel in and ruin your life. The sour taste of bile teased the back of your tightening throat. You struggled to swallow it back.

“Yeah,” Mikey repeated, his thumb now tracing along the lines of that awful mark. “Who gave you this tattoo?”

Who? The taste of his name brought back memories you tried best to pretend were never made. He soured your tongue, made the corners of your mouth twitch downwards. Who gave you this tattoo?

“A man I wish I never knew.”

Flashbacks.

“C’mon dollface, you love me don’t you? I promise, it won’t hurt at all.”

Rheumy eyes, cotton mouth. The buzz in your head had grown numb, the pounding in your ears melting between your blood rushing and the base thumping at the party around you. Shaking hands met soft cotton, trailed up to a clammy neck, and finally long strands of hair. Even in your drugged out state you could still recognize that hair, still blurry but the blonde and brown combination etched clean into your skull. You’d seen it way too many times to ever forget it.

Large hands cupped and massaged your breasts, a head dipped to the nook of your neck to press gentle coaxing kisses into the sensitive skin. “You…promise?” Your words slur, heavy kids blinking lazily. He pulls his head away, chapped lips trailing up your jawline until they met your mouth fully. He kissed you, sloppy and messy, his tongue dipping in your mouth to drink in the concoction of liquor you’d had hours prior. Your hands tugged on his hair as your body pressed into him, sensitive skin peaking as he snaked his hands under your shirt, cold fingers making contact with warm skin below.

“Of course, dollface.” He mutters into you, his signature smirk stretching on his devilish features. “Have I ever broken a promise before?”

“Shuji.”

Shuji. Shuji Hanma, how could you forget? You spent years with him, locked in some careless fling of what you couldn’t quite call love. He ruled you, he owned you. Your mind, your body, your soul. You were devoted to him since the day you met him, and that stupid tattoo was a sign of that devotion. He was adamant on it for weeks, citing that he needed you to get it to prove your love for him. A part of you felt stupid about it in retrospect. How dare he question your love for him. Especially after that night.

“Shuji!”

Your back arched from the bed, who’s bed you had no clue. Between all the sensations you were feeling at the moment you didn’t have time to take into account that you were sprawled out in some stranger’s bedroom, the man you reluctantly loved all over you. He consumed you, with his hot hands everywhere, heated body on top of yours, the skin of his back pressed beneath your clammy fingers. He hissed into your ear, just above the sound of soft crackle of the plastic that protected the fresh ink. His hips bucked into you wildly, your ankles locked behind his waist, pushing him in further and further into your glory.

“Fuck, ‘s mine, isn’t it?” He giggled, snaking an arm behind the small of your back. “My pussy, my body, my girl. Mine, right dollface?”

“Yeah, yeah!” You were delirious. You felt alive, too alive, hypersensitive to everything and nothing at the same time. The pain on your back had numbed over, narcotics making you numb to everything except the feeling of Hanma all over you. He held you close, sight of that matching tattoo driving him wild with lust, a need to stake his claim on you overpowering him. Your tits smushed up against his chest, pussy squelching loud with every animalistic thrust. “All yours, Shuji! All yours!”

“‘S right, angel. All fuckin’ mine.” He grabs your face and for a second you’re able to recognize the emotion in his. He was just like you, overcome by the electric rush of the drugs in your system, pupils blown and tinged red. They were full, excitement and lust and joy and want smudged together with desire, possessiveness. Like this you could fall into the fantasy that Hanma was unequivocally yours and not just his favorite, and most reliable fuck.

His lips smash against yours, messy with teeth clattering against each other and tongues dipping into each other’s mouths but neither of you care. Your nails crescent in his back and you cry out, pulsing around his twitching cock, legs shaking when he slides a hand behind your knee and pushes your leg to his shoulder. He’s deep, so deep and it’s intentional, branding your pussy as his all over again as if the freshly inked, stinging mark on your back wasn’t enough.

“Hanma?” Mikey asked, but you both knew the answer to that question. “Shuji Hanma gave you this tattoo?”

You sucked in a breath, nodding. “Yeah. He did.”

“So you’re his girl then?”

“Ex.”

There was a sharpness to your voice, bitter edge that they all could pick up on. But you continued, raising even more questions that they were mildly curious for answers for.

“Well…sort of. We never dated officially. Just a…fling, I guess.” You shivered, rubbing a hand up your arm in an absentminded attempt at consolation. Swallowing again, you gave Mikey a timid glance. “Why?”

“Not important right now.” The blonde dismissed with a small half smile. His attention turned to his colleagues, of whom were climbing back in their seats. “How we looking?”

“Fuckers retreated after we took out a few cars,” Akashi grunted, putting his gun away with a huff. “Smart decision, I’ll give them that.”

“Hiroto’s temper tantrums are always funny to see,” Koko hummed as he finally switched back to the correct lane, slowing down just a bit. “He doesn’t learn does he?”

“He won’t until he loses half his men.” Sanzu leaned back in his seat with a sigh. “Then he’ll come crawling back on his hands and knees for help.”

Koko raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips. “Oh, is that why you handled the deal like that? He’d have to accept it at a reduced rate now since he’s proven unfit and he’s looking for protectio-“

“Can you shut your trap for once?” Sanzu hissed out with a glare. “Have you forgotten?”

Right. There was still you. You, who was a stripper ripped away from her job, nearly shot to death, and saved by strange men who apparently had some vague interest in your previous partner. You, who had no ties or allegiance to them, who as far as they were concerned could be an enemy. They didn’t need you overhearing anything you’re not intended to hear.

“Shit, sorry.” Koko muttered, eyes flickering to you and Mikey in the mirror. “Speaking of, where to, boss?”

Mikey turned to you again. “Hiroto knows where you live?”

You shook your head, chill of the open windows making goosebumps rise on your skin. “No, he never asked or looked into any of that. Just cared about how pretty you are and how much money you bring in on your first night.”

“Lying bitch, I knew he was talking shit—“

“Akashi,” Mikey warned his muttering advisor, of whom grumbled to himself but kept quiet afterwards. He sighed, soft smile still intact.

“Can you direct Koko to your place from here?”

Relief. Being in a car with a bunch of strangers was scary, and with this type you were almost certain they’d kill you off too. Maybe it was a bad idea to put a bit of trust into a couple of men you didn’t know, but considering that they’d just saved your life and none of them took a spare glance at your tits yet, you figured it was safe enough that they could drop you home.

“Yeah, it’s not too far from here.”

The hot water ran across your back and you sighed heavily. It wasn’t often that you were reminded of it’s existence, you successfully blocked it out of your mind a while ago, distracting yourself with work and school and everything else. It was a constant reminder of silly mistakes and delusions of love, a time in your life you wished you never had to live through again. Had you known how dangerous he was, how…cruel he was, you would’ve never looked at him the night you met him.

“Fucking hell Shuji, what have you gotten us into now…”

Your shoulders slumped. Maybe it was time for another distraction.

With a towel wrapped around you and your phone in your hand you scrolled through your contacts (thank God you left it home on work nights) until you landed on that number. It’s been a while since you last saw him, for no particular reason except you really only called on each other when you needed each other. With another tense sigh you swiped over to the messaging feature, quickly typing out your plea without a second thought.

‘The front door is unlocked.’

It didn’t take him long, maybe ten, twenty minutes? Long enough for you to dry yourself and throw on a large t-shirt, padding over to your fridge to pull out that trusty emergency bottle of Pinot Noir and a wine glass. By the time he walked in you were already sprawled across your bed, swiping away at whoever’s instagram story looked relatively interesting for the night, half the glass already downed. He took one look at you and raised an eyebrow, amusement spread across his face.

“Rough night?”

You snorted, still in your phone. “You have no idea.”

There’s a shuffling and some keys as he empties his pockets onto your dresser. “Well, considering it’s been at least two weeks since you last called me around, I’m guessing it was a pretty rough night. What happened? Hiroto got told no again and threw a fit?”

If only he knew how true he was. “I need a new job,” You mused simply, phone thrown aside with a sigh. “I can’t stay in the club for much longer. Hiroto’s temper tantrums aren’t worth it.”

“I told you that three months ago but you never listen to me.” His hand is on your ankle, thumb rubbing gently into the bone. “Think it’s too early for an ‘I told you so’? ‘Cause I told you so-”

“Shut up and fuck me already, Chifuyu.”

Chifuyu Matsuno. To an extent you could consider him a close friend of yours. You met at his pet shop, you’d visit the pets and the two of you hit it off through them. The extent of your relationship was casual and platonic- really, you could barely call each other friends as you didn’t know much about each other. How you two ended up fucking was a bit of a mystery, a product of casual opportunity and convenience. Not like any of you were complaining.

“Impatient.” He said teasing but his actions obliged. The hand on your ankle tightened, biceps flexing under the cotton of the button down shirt, long sleeves cuffed to his elbows. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and naturally your legs folded back, knees just barely above your chest. His eyes fell down and with it came a whistle, ringed fingers crawling their way towards your presenting cunt.

“Missed me? You’re soaked down here, sweetheart.”

Your tongue clicked at the back of your throat as you rolled your eyes. “Are you going to keep yapping or are you gonna- oh.”

His middle finger slid into you without much struggle, straight down to his knuckle. Your lashes fluttered, pretty lips dropping open and Chifuyu smirked to himself. You always were a little bratty but it didn’t take much to make you quiet down.

“That’s better,” He mused, pumping slowly as the other hand smoothed down to the back of your thigh. “There’s my girl.”

He swiped a tongue over the fat of his bottom lip, squeezing your thigh as he continued his ministrations until you were primed enough for a second finger. It didn’t take long, he knew his way around your body better than he knew his way around his shop. His finger curved along the roof of your cunt, gently pressing and prodding up against your sweet spot, and just as expected your body thanked him for it with silvery cum trailing onto his fingers, seeping out until your darling folds glossed over in its sheen. You huffed and gasped, brows twitching, hands occupying themselves with the hardened nipples on your warm chest as he spared you another finger, slowly slipping in to further bring you pleasure.

“‘Fuyu,” You melted easily for him every time and he loved it. He could feel the fabric of his slacks getting tighter by the minute, hand tightening on your thigh. “Hmm, there, right there baby,”

“Right here?” He punctuated his words with a particularly pointed thrust, aimed right up against that gummy spot that you needed him most. Your hips bucked up in agreement and you keened, lovely eyes rolling shut, lashes darkening as you pout and nod. “Yeah, yeah, right there,”

“I got you, princess.” His thumb swiped out against your clit, barely brushing against it- an action he knew would have you whining. You were always a greedy lover after all, taking and taking anything he gave you until you couldn’t take anymore. And just as he planned, he watched as your lip wobbled, fingers pinching your nipples hard, and your chest rise and fall with a high pitched whine for him.

“‘F-Fuyuuu, don’t t-tease me,”

“Mm? I’m not teasing at all.” Though the playful edge in his voice told a different story. “My baby girl wants something then she’s gotta tell me, she knows that.”

He loved to do this, draw you out of your comfort zone and force you to ask, sometimes beg for him. For as much as you took, you had to give too. To him, your giving came in the form of whimpered words that broke off into sobs and tears that ran down your cheeks when you looked up at him.

“Want…” You sniffled lightly, biting back the moan in your throat at the shocks of his fingers against your soft spot. “Wanna- wanna cum, ‘Fuyu, please,”

He pursed his lips as his eyebrows raised, thumb just pressing into your clit a little more paired with his lazy thrusts. “Mm, well I know that, but I need to know how. How does my princess want to cum, hm? On my fingers or on my tongue?”

The way he talked to you could make you cum from that alone. His words were soft and soothing, deep tone in your ear just what you needed after a day like this. Your thighs quivered as you whimpered out again, hips bucking up softly.

“On your tongue, please. Can I- want your tongue,”

It was difficult not to give you what you wanted when you asked so cutely like that.

Metal ball and warm wet muscle met the bead of your clit shortly afterwards, flat licks up from your still occupied hole up to your bud and back. Your leg is over his shoulder and his hand is splayed flat against your stomach and he’s loud, sucking and slurping just the way that makes you shake in arousal and embarrassment. Your chants of ‘Fuyu, ‘s too much! fell into pleas for more, with trembling fingers combing through his hair to tug him closer. His fingers curled up and inwards, bold in their movements, intent to get you to your glory as quickly as possible. He’d be a liar if he said those pretty moans of yours weren’t just what he needed right now, too.

“Making you feel good, pretty girl?” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh when he pulls up for air, slick fingers deep inside you still. Lidded eyes look up at you, you who had long since pulled the hem of your shirt up above your chest, mounds of soft flesh comely under the golden lamp light. You struggled to answer, opting for a nod as your elbows pressed into the sheets, fingers tweaking your sensitive nipples near raw.

“Mhm, yeah, doing good for me,” You slurred and swallowed, bleary eyes barely keeping open. “Daddy’s- daddy’s doing so good, so fucking good..”

There you go with that damn name.

“I am?” His voice is noticeably deeper, tone making you shudder around him. “Fuck yeah I am, ‘s my pussy. My pretty pussy and my baby girl, ‘course I’m making you feel fuckin’ good.”

His fingers move faster, slamming into your sloppy cunt now and you’re mewling, mind going foggy as delirium takes over. You’re babbling at this point, breasts abandoned as you clutch at the sheets, begging daddy, daddy please! over and over until Chifuyu’s mind hazes over just the way you want it to.

“Gonna make you cum, okay princess?” He mutters right into your cunt, irrespective of if you heard or not. Like this he was focused on making you cream, making your toes curl and acrylics leave angry lines down his back that would sting in the shower later, a physical reminder of the way you’d cry out that godforsaken nickname that drove him unfairly insane. “Gonna make this pretty pussy cream all over my tongue and all over my cock, just like how my baby deserves.”

Chifuyu rarely went back on his word. Especially with you. He stuck to his promise, sucking on your clit until your hips bucked and legs kicked out with a cry, white ring around his fingers and praises ringing in his ear as you gushed shamelessly all over him just as he promised. He kissed your clit and moved to rub it quickly as you came down, soft kisses pressed along your tummy with whispered praises of there you go, let go for me and you’re doing so well pretty girl until your head grew fuzzy and light, tingles about your body, dried tears and smears of drool on your lips and cheeks. He knew how to get you there, just where you needed, in a space where your troubles melted away and you could forget about everything but the way he made you feel. It made his ego swell, head bloated in pride, knowing that at the moment only he could pull this out of you.

Sometimes he wondered what would happen when you found someone else who could do what he did, but better.

Chifuyu was possessive, his only downfall. While your relationship hinged on its casual nature and being very no-strings-attached, all that disappeared the moment he was with you. He often fell into the fantasy of having you as his, claiming you as his over and over again until you dissolved into the sheets in a puddle of tears and cum with his name and his taste on your lips. It was easy like this, to fall into the illusion of what he could have even though he couldn’t.

That illusion was what fueled him, clothes shed in a messy pile on the floor, your leg thrown up on his shoulder, hand guiding his needy cock right into your messy center. Dark eyes watched you intensely, the way your tits moved beneath the weight of your heartbeat, the way the muscles in your neck flexed when you gasped in deep as his head slid up your folds and slapped against your clit. He watched as your lips quivered again, brows dropping, eyes hid behind wet lashes as you prepared to beg for him again. But he pushed in just as your mouth opened, satisfaction blooming in both your chests when your lips and eyebrows eased, tension in your stomach breaking as his pierced tip broke past the first ring of tight muscle.

Fuck, he forgot how tight you were.

“Pretty girl,” He muttered as he lowered himself down to your ear, kissing the junction of your jaw while he slowly pushed into you. He worked himself in, sparing a few slow, dragging pulls of his cock before he could finally bottom out in you fully, tight cunt swallowing him in happily. He kissed your tear streaked cheek, thumb running across the other to wipe away the stray tear that escaped your eyes. “Gonna make you forget all about today, I promise. Just leave it to me.”

He didn’t leave your apartment that night.

The next morning you woke up feeling sensitive and full, the area between your legs warm and sore, swollen just a bit- a testament to the activities the night before. You didn’t expect to see Chifuyu there the morning after- you had an unspoken agreement on that front, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The only evidence of his arrival was the lingering tingle between your legs and the scent of his cologne stuck to the sheets. You stretched out- what time was it? Sun streamed just barely through the curtains, though the rays told you it was well into the morning and you’d slept in late again. As expected after a night with him. You took care climbing out of bed, wobbling legs and shaking knees knocking together for a few seconds as you tried best to find your footing. The shirt still draped you as you padded out to the kitchen, taking time to set on your kettle for coffee. In the time it took to brew you’d retrieved your phone, long since shut off. The notifications that met you were surprising- sure, you weren’t completely a loner but the amount of texts were concerning. All were from Hiroto, demanding to know your whereabouts as soon as possible, some even questioning that tattoo on your back as well.

What was with the sudden interest in your tattoo? It hadn’t cost you any trouble in the past year and suddenly it was at the forefront of everyone’s minds. You frowned, fixing your coffee to your taste, shuffling over to the window. Maybe Shuji got himself mixed up in some mess again and it was trailing back to you. You never knew what he did, he was someone who kept secrets until they revealed themselves. He never really cared who got hurt in the process either- to him, life was a game and everyone he came across were simply new people to play with. He didn’t care what happened to anyone, had he did he probably wouldn’t have talked you into getting this stupid tattoo in the first place. Now, once again, your problems were his problem.

And here you were thinking you were done with the guy.

With an unamused chuckle you allowed your eyes to fall onto the streets below while you sipped, watching the cars pass absentmindedly. It looked busy today, you thought. Normally it wasn’t this lively through your neighborhood, but today there were a lot of people standing outside, black SUV’s parked along the street. Maybe there was an investigation happening nearby of sorts? There were lots of men in suits too, all pointing upwards, some with guns in their hands. Who were they looking for?

...Wait.

One of them locked eyes with you. It wasn’t hard, your figure was distinguishable to those who knew you. His arm shot up, pointer finger directed up at you, standing in your window with the glow of the sun on your face like a spotlight. He shouted something; you could only imagine what it said. There she is, probably. Your heart beats against your chest, in your ears, out of your body. The cup shakes in your hand, your throat and lungs tightening up. The men below start rushing towards your building.

Oh no.

Suddenly there’s a knock on your door. You almost wish you didn’t hear it, three sharp beats against the wooden slab. You try to swallow but it doesn’t work. Your breath hitches in your chest. A part of you thinks you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Hello? Anybody home? Mikey sent us to come get you.”

…Mikey?

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future hanma my beloved 

[dearkiryu-deactivated20260308]

the girl with the tattoo.

she's my collar. chapter two.

synopsis. you're forced to reminisce on an old fling that got you in this mess, and find solace in a new one who helps you to forget.

characters. manjiro sano, chifuyu matsuno. hanma shuji.

contains. mentions of a toxic relationship. guns mention. dubcon. drugs. drug consumption. branding/marking. heavy smut. suggestive content. adult language. adult situations. fingering. oral. alcohol. alcohol consumption. cunnilingus. soft sex. possessiveness. claiming.

disclaimer. the events depicted in this are works of fiction and are in no way, shape, or form glorifying or promoting them. this is not suitable for children. this work is for those 18 years of age and older.

“Who gave you this tattoo?”

You blinked. Heavy petting. Chapped lips. Pills you didn’t know the name of. A party. Someone’s bedroom. Hands. Him.

“Who?”

You swallowed. You thought you were done with him and his bullshit. It took so much to finally get away, to finally be free and still somehow he found a way to weasel in and ruin your life. The sour taste of bile teased the back of your tightening throat. You struggled to swallow it back.

“Yeah,” Mikey repeated, his thumb now tracing along the lines of that awful mark. “Who gave you this tattoo?”

Who? The taste of his name brought back memories you tried best to pretend were never made. He soured your tongue, made the corners of your mouth twitch downwards. Who gave you this tattoo?

“A man I wish I never knew.”

Flashbacks.

“C’mon dollface, you love me don’t you? I promise, it won’t hurt at all.”

Rheumy eyes, cotton mouth. The buzz in your head had grown numb, the pounding in your ears melting between your blood rushing and the base thumping at the party around you. Shaking hands met soft cotton, trailed up to a clammy neck, and finally long strands of hair. Even in your drugged out state you could still recognize that hair, still blurry but the blonde and brown combination etched clean into your skull. You’d seen it way too many times to ever forget it.

Large hands cupped and massaged your breasts, a head dipped to the nook of your neck to press gentle coaxing kisses into the sensitive skin. “You…promise?” Your words slur, heavy kids blinking lazily. He pulls his head away, chapped lips trailing up your jawline until they met your mouth fully. He kissed you, sloppy and messy, his tongue dipping in your mouth to drink in the concoction of liquor you’d had hours prior. Your hands tugged on his hair as your body pressed into him, sensitive skin peaking as he snaked his hands under your shirt, cold fingers making contact with warm skin below.

“Of course, dollface.” He mutters into you, his signature smirk stretching on his devilish features. “Have I ever broken a promise before?”

“Shuji.”

Shuji. Shuji Hanma, how could you forget? You spent years with him, locked in some careless fling of what you couldn’t quite call love. He ruled you, he owned you. Your mind, your body, your soul. You were devoted to him since the day you met him, and that stupid tattoo was a sign of that devotion. He was adamant on it for weeks, citing that he needed you to get it to prove your love for him. A part of you felt stupid about it in retrospect. How dare he question your love for him. Especially after that night.

“Shuji!”

Your back arched from the bed, who’s bed you had no clue. Between all the sensations you were feeling at the moment you didn’t have time to take into account that you were sprawled out in some stranger’s bedroom, the man you reluctantly loved all over you. He consumed you, with his hot hands everywhere, heated body on top of yours, the skin of his back pressed beneath your clammy fingers. He hissed into your ear, just above the sound of soft crackle of the plastic that protected the fresh ink. His hips bucked into you wildly, your ankles locked behind his waist, pushing him in further and further into your glory.

“Fuck, ‘s mine, isn’t it?” He giggled, snaking an arm behind the small of your back. “My pussy, my body, my girl. Mine, right dollface?”

“Yeah, yeah!” You were delirious. You felt alive, too alive, hypersensitive to everything and nothing at the same time. The pain on your back had numbed over, narcotics making you numb to everything except the feeling of Hanma all over you. He held you close, sight of that matching tattoo driving him wild with lust, a need to stake his claim on you overpowering him. Your tits smushed up against his chest, pussy squelching loud with every animalistic thrust. “All yours, Shuji! All yours!”

“‘S right, angel. All fuckin’ mine.” He grabs your face and for a second you’re able to recognize the emotion in his. He was just like you, overcome by the electric rush of the drugs in your system, pupils blown and tinged red. They were full, excitement and lust and joy and want smudged together with desire, possessiveness. Like this you could fall into the fantasy that Hanma was unequivocally yours and not just his favorite, and most reliable fuck.

His lips smash against yours, messy with teeth clattering against each other and tongues dipping into each other’s mouths but neither of you care. Your nails crescent in his back and you cry out, pulsing around his twitching cock, legs shaking when he slides a hand behind your knee and pushes your leg to his shoulder. He’s deep, so deep and it’s intentional, branding your pussy as his all over again as if the freshly inked, stinging mark on your back wasn’t enough.

“Hanma?” Mikey asked, but you both knew the answer to that question. “Shuji Hanma gave you this tattoo?”

You sucked in a breath, nodding. “Yeah. He did.”

“So you’re his girl then?”

“Ex.”

There was a sharpness to your voice, bitter edge that they all could pick up on. But you continued, raising even more questions that they were mildly curious for answers for.

“Well…sort of. We never dated officially. Just a…fling, I guess.” You shivered, rubbing a hand up your arm in an absentminded attempt at consolation. Swallowing again, you gave Mikey a timid glance. “Why?”

“Not important right now.” The blonde dismissed with a small half smile. His attention turned to his colleagues, of whom were climbing back in their seats. “How we looking?”

“Fuckers retreated after we took out a few cars,” Akashi grunted, putting his gun away with a huff. “Smart decision, I’ll give them that.”

“Hiroto’s temper tantrums are always funny to see,” Koko hummed as he finally switched back to the correct lane, slowing down just a bit. “He doesn’t learn does he?”

“He won’t until he loses half his men.” Sanzu leaned back in his seat with a sigh. “Then he’ll come crawling back on his hands and knees for help.”

Koko raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips. “Oh, is that why you handled the deal like that? He’d have to accept it at a reduced rate now since he’s proven unfit and he’s looking for protectio-“

“Can you shut your trap for once?” Sanzu hissed out with a glare. “Have you forgotten?”

Right. There was still you. You, who was a stripper ripped away from her job, nearly shot to death, and saved by strange men who apparently had some vague interest in your previous partner. You, who had no ties or allegiance to them, who as far as they were concerned could be an enemy. They didn’t need you overhearing anything you’re not intended to hear.

“Shit, sorry.” Koko muttered, eyes flickering to you and Mikey in the mirror. “Speaking of, where to, boss?”

Mikey turned to you again. “Hiroto knows where you live?”

You shook your head, chill of the open windows making goosebumps rise on your skin. “No, he never asked or looked into any of that. Just cared about how pretty you are and how much money you bring in on your first night.”

“Lying bitch, I knew he was talking shit—“

“Akashi,” Mikey warned his muttering advisor, of whom grumbled to himself but kept quiet afterwards. He sighed, soft smile still intact.

“Can you direct Koko to your place from here?”

Relief. Being in a car with a bunch of strangers was scary, and with this type you were almost certain they’d kill you off too. Maybe it was a bad idea to put a bit of trust into a couple of men you didn’t know, but considering that they’d just saved your life and none of them took a spare glance at your tits yet, you figured it was safe enough that they could drop you home.

“Yeah, it’s not too far from here.”

The hot water ran across your back and you sighed heavily. It wasn’t often that you were reminded of it’s existence, you successfully blocked it out of your mind a while ago, distracting yourself with work and school and everything else. It was a constant reminder of silly mistakes and delusions of love, a time in your life you wished you never had to live through again. Had you known how dangerous he was, how…cruel he was, you would’ve never looked at him the night you met him.

“Fucking hell Shuji, what have you gotten us into now…”

Your shoulders slumped. Maybe it was time for another distraction.

With a towel wrapped around you and your phone in your hand you scrolled through your contacts (thank God you left it home on work nights) until you landed on that number. It’s been a while since you last saw him, for no particular reason except you really only called on each other when you needed each other. With another tense sigh you swiped over to the messaging feature, quickly typing out your plea without a second thought.

‘The front door is unlocked.’

It didn’t take him long, maybe ten, twenty minutes? Long enough for you to dry yourself and throw on a large t-shirt, padding over to your fridge to pull out that trusty emergency bottle of Pinot Noir and a wine glass. By the time he walked in you were already sprawled across your bed, swiping away at whoever’s instagram story looked relatively interesting for the night, half the glass already downed. He took one look at you and raised an eyebrow, amusement spread across his face.

“Rough night?”

You snorted, still in your phone. “You have no idea.”

There’s a shuffling and some keys as he empties his pockets onto your dresser. “Well, considering it’s been at least two weeks since you last called me around, I’m guessing it was a pretty rough night. What happened? Hiroto got told no again and threw a fit?”

If only he knew how true he was. “I need a new job,” You mused simply, phone thrown aside with a sigh. “I can’t stay in the club for much longer. Hiroto’s temper tantrums aren’t worth it.”

“I told you that three months ago but you never listen to me.” His hand is on your ankle, thumb rubbing gently into the bone. “Think it’s too early for an ‘I told you so’? ‘Cause I told you so-”

“Shut up and fuck me already, Chifuyu.”

Chifuyu Matsuno. To an extent you could consider him a close friend of yours. You met at his pet shop, you’d visit the pets and the two of you hit it off through them. The extent of your relationship was casual and platonic- really, you could barely call each other friends as you didn’t know much about each other. How you two ended up fucking was a bit of a mystery, a product of casual opportunity and convenience. Not like any of you were complaining.

“Impatient.” He said teasing but his actions obliged. The hand on your ankle tightened, biceps flexing under the cotton of the button down shirt, long sleeves cuffed to his elbows. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and naturally your legs folded back, knees just barely above your chest. His eyes fell down and with it came a whistle, ringed fingers crawling their way towards your presenting cunt.

“Missed me? You’re soaked down here, sweetheart.”

Your tongue clicked at the back of your throat as you rolled your eyes. “Are you going to keep yapping or are you gonna- oh.”

His middle finger slid into you without much struggle, straight down to his knuckle. Your lashes fluttered, pretty lips dropping open and Chifuyu smirked to himself. You always were a little bratty but it didn’t take much to make you quiet down.

“That’s better,” He mused, pumping slowly as the other hand smoothed down to the back of your thigh. “There’s my girl.”

He swiped a tongue over the fat of his bottom lip, squeezing your thigh as he continued his ministrations until you were primed enough for a second finger. It didn’t take long, he knew his way around your body better than he knew his way around his shop. His finger curved along the roof of your cunt, gently pressing and prodding up against your sweet spot, and just as expected your body thanked him for it with silvery cum trailing onto his fingers, seeping out until your darling folds glossed over in its sheen. You huffed and gasped, brows twitching, hands occupying themselves with the hardened nipples on your warm chest as he spared you another finger, slowly slipping in to further bring you pleasure.

“‘Fuyu,” You melted easily for him every time and he loved it. He could feel the fabric of his slacks getting tighter by the minute, hand tightening on your thigh. “Hmm, there, right there baby,”

“Right here?” He punctuated his words with a particularly pointed thrust, aimed right up against that gummy spot that you needed him most. Your hips bucked up in agreement and you keened, lovely eyes rolling shut, lashes darkening as you pout and nod. “Yeah, yeah, right there,”

“I got you, princess.” His thumb swiped out against your clit, barely brushing against it- an action he knew would have you whining. You were always a greedy lover after all, taking and taking anything he gave you until you couldn’t take anymore. And just as he planned, he watched as your lip wobbled, fingers pinching your nipples hard, and your chest rise and fall with a high pitched whine for him.

“‘F-Fuyuuu, don’t t-tease me,”

“Mm? I’m not teasing at all.” Though the playful edge in his voice told a different story. “My baby girl wants something then she’s gotta tell me, she knows that.”

He loved to do this, draw you out of your comfort zone and force you to ask, sometimes beg for him. For as much as you took, you had to give too. To him, your giving came in the form of whimpered words that broke off into sobs and tears that ran down your cheeks when you looked up at him.

“Want…” You sniffled lightly, biting back the moan in your throat at the shocks of his fingers against your soft spot. “Wanna- wanna cum, ‘Fuyu, please,”

He pursed his lips as his eyebrows raised, thumb just pressing into your clit a little more paired with his lazy thrusts. “Mm, well I know that, but I need to know how. How does my princess want to cum, hm? On my fingers or on my tongue?”

The way he talked to you could make you cum from that alone. His words were soft and soothing, deep tone in your ear just what you needed after a day like this. Your thighs quivered as you whimpered out again, hips bucking up softly.

“On your tongue, please. Can I- want your tongue,”

It was difficult not to give you what you wanted when you asked so cutely like that.

Metal ball and warm wet muscle met the bead of your clit shortly afterwards, flat licks up from your still occupied hole up to your bud and back. Your leg is over his shoulder and his hand is splayed flat against your stomach and he’s loud, sucking and slurping just the way that makes you shake in arousal and embarrassment. Your chants of ‘Fuyu, ‘s too much! fell into pleas for more, with trembling fingers combing through his hair to tug him closer. His fingers curled up and inwards, bold in their movements, intent to get you to your glory as quickly as possible. He’d be a liar if he said those pretty moans of yours weren’t just what he needed right now, too.

“Making you feel good, pretty girl?” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh when he pulls up for air, slick fingers deep inside you still. Lidded eyes look up at you, you who had long since pulled the hem of your shirt up above your chest, mounds of soft flesh comely under the golden lamp light. You struggled to answer, opting for a nod as your elbows pressed into the sheets, fingers tweaking your sensitive nipples near raw.

“Mhm, yeah, doing good for me,” You slurred and swallowed, bleary eyes barely keeping open. “Daddy’s- daddy’s doing so good, so fucking good..”

There you go with that damn name.

“I am?” His voice is noticeably deeper, tone making you shudder around him. “Fuck yeah I am, ‘s my pussy. My pretty pussy and my baby girl, ‘course I’m making you feel fuckin’ good.”

His fingers move faster, slamming into your sloppy cunt now and you’re mewling, mind going foggy as delirium takes over. You’re babbling at this point, breasts abandoned as you clutch at the sheets, begging daddy, daddy please! over and over until Chifuyu’s mind hazes over just the way you want it to.

“Gonna make you cum, okay princess?” He mutters right into your cunt, irrespective of if you heard or not. Like this he was focused on making you cream, making your toes curl and acrylics leave angry lines down his back that would sting in the shower later, a physical reminder of the way you’d cry out that godforsaken nickname that drove him unfairly insane. “Gonna make this pretty pussy cream all over my tongue and all over my cock, just like how my baby deserves.”

Chifuyu rarely went back on his word. Especially with you. He stuck to his promise, sucking on your clit until your hips bucked and legs kicked out with a cry, white ring around his fingers and praises ringing in his ear as you gushed shamelessly all over him just as he promised. He kissed your clit and moved to rub it quickly as you came down, soft kisses pressed along your tummy with whispered praises of there you go, let go for me and you’re doing so well pretty girl until your head grew fuzzy and light, tingles about your body, dried tears and smears of drool on your lips and cheeks. He knew how to get you there, just where you needed, in a space where your troubles melted away and you could forget about everything but the way he made you feel. It made his ego swell, head bloated in pride, knowing that at the moment only he could pull this out of you.

Sometimes he wondered what would happen when you found someone else who could do what he did, but better.

Chifuyu was possessive, his only downfall. While your relationship hinged on its casual nature and being very no-strings-attached, all that disappeared the moment he was with you. He often fell into the fantasy of having you as his, claiming you as his over and over again until you dissolved into the sheets in a puddle of tears and cum with his name and his taste on your lips. It was easy like this, to fall into the illusion of what he could have even though he couldn’t.

That illusion was what fueled him, clothes shed in a messy pile on the floor, your leg thrown up on his shoulder, hand guiding his needy cock right into your messy center. Dark eyes watched you intensely, the way your tits moved beneath the weight of your heartbeat, the way the muscles in your neck flexed when you gasped in deep as his head slid up your folds and slapped against your clit. He watched as your lips quivered again, brows dropping, eyes hid behind wet lashes as you prepared to beg for him again. But he pushed in just as your mouth opened, satisfaction blooming in both your chests when your lips and eyebrows eased, tension in your stomach breaking as his pierced tip broke past the first ring of tight muscle.

Fuck, he forgot how tight you were.

“Pretty girl,” He muttered as he lowered himself down to your ear, kissing the junction of your jaw while he slowly pushed into you. He worked himself in, sparing a few slow, dragging pulls of his cock before he could finally bottom out in you fully, tight cunt swallowing him in happily. He kissed your tear streaked cheek, thumb running across the other to wipe away the stray tear that escaped your eyes. “Gonna make you forget all about today, I promise. Just leave it to me.”

He didn’t leave your apartment that night.

The next morning you woke up feeling sensitive and full, the area between your legs warm and sore, swollen just a bit- a testament to the activities the night before. You didn’t expect to see Chifuyu there the morning after- you had an unspoken agreement on that front, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The only evidence of his arrival was the lingering tingle between your legs and the scent of his cologne stuck to the sheets. You stretched out- what time was it? Sun streamed just barely through the curtains, though the rays told you it was well into the morning and you’d slept in late again. As expected after a night with him. You took care climbing out of bed, wobbling legs and shaking knees knocking together for a few seconds as you tried best to find your footing. The shirt still draped you as you padded out to the kitchen, taking time to set on your kettle for coffee. In the time it took to brew you’d retrieved your phone, long since shut off. The notifications that met you were surprising- sure, you weren’t completely a loner but the amount of texts were concerning. All were from Hiroto, demanding to know your whereabouts as soon as possible, some even questioning that tattoo on your back as well.

What was with the sudden interest in your tattoo? It hadn’t cost you any trouble in the past year and suddenly it was at the forefront of everyone’s minds. You frowned, fixing your coffee to your taste, shuffling over to the window. Maybe Shuji got himself mixed up in some mess again and it was trailing back to you. You never knew what he did, he was someone who kept secrets until they revealed themselves. He never really cared who got hurt in the process either- to him, life was a game and everyone he came across were simply new people to play with. He didn’t care what happened to anyone, had he did he probably wouldn’t have talked you into getting this stupid tattoo in the first place. Now, once again, your problems were his problem.

And here you were thinking you were done with the guy.

With an unamused chuckle you allowed your eyes to fall onto the streets below while you sipped, watching the cars pass absentmindedly. It looked busy today, you thought. Normally it wasn’t this lively through your neighborhood, but today there were a lot of people standing outside, black SUV’s parked along the street. Maybe there was an investigation happening nearby of sorts? There were lots of men in suits too, all pointing upwards, some with guns in their hands. Who were they looking for?

...Wait.

One of them locked eyes with you. It wasn’t hard, your figure was distinguishable to those who knew you. His arm shot up, pointer finger directed up at you, standing in your window with the glow of the sun on your face like a spotlight. He shouted something; you could only imagine what it said. There she is, probably. Your heart beats against your chest, in your ears, out of your body. The cup shakes in your hand, your throat and lungs tightening up. The men below start rushing towards your building.

Oh no.

Suddenly there’s a knock on your door. You almost wish you didn’t hear it, three sharp beats against the wooden slab. You try to swallow but it doesn’t work. Your breath hitches in your chest. A part of you thinks you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Hello? Anybody home? Mikey sent us to come get you.”

…Mikey?