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Baji's younger sister

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You were Budgie's little sister who stayed late at art school. After my brother's death, I felt kind of empty inside, but you were able to attract Chifuyu's attention. More precisely, he took care of you, since you were the sister of his late friend. The guy's excessive attentiveness to you sometimes infuriated and bothered you, you had a two-year difference, because your classmates were squeaking and asking questions when this blond guy sometimes came to you. Sometimes he still didn't wait for you after class, you knew he was either in important lessons or in another fight. And even though you denied your attachment to Matsuno, your heart was there and demanded it. That day, after school, you stayed to wait for him. When he came out of the office and laughed that you were waiting for him now, you ran away, puffing out your cheeks and denying your sympathy.

— You shouldn't do that. I would give anything to have such a handsome high school student running after me.

— Is she an idiot? He is an ordinary street bully who will earn something one day with his fights - the lesson with Keiske remained a lifelong trauma.

— A mafia title and a lot of money? — A friend is joking.

—A knife in the liver," — you snap and slap her forehead with a brush.

The art lessons are over, the easels are stacked in the closet, the brushes and paints are in a small bag. You go out and see him in front of you. There is an open transparent umbrella in one hand, because it is pouring like a bucket right now. You frown, defiantly turn away, lifting the bag over your head to get less wet, and leave. He smiles and slowly follows you. Soon your pride played a cruel trick on you, and you fell, breaking your knees. That's when Chifuyu quickly ran over, helping him to stand up. He holds you carefully, and then stands in front of you.

— Get on top of me.

— Chif... I fell down and got dirty.

— So what? You literally broke your legs in blood. Get in, — she climbs uncertainly onto his back, holding onto his shoulders, and his hands slide over your hips to take you tighter. You start holding the umbrella, and you walk together, you heard the sound of falling water droplets. Your heart is starting to beat faster, it's useless to deny your love. You stood together on a wooden bridge to cross a small river, but you asked to stop. It was incredibly beautiful. The June rain was refreshing, everything seemed beautiful around, painted in delicate shades of green, which reminded Matsuno's eyes, making you blush. — Don't blush like a rose.

— I want to and blush.

— Oh, gods, it's hard to love a minor ulcer.

— Wh-what?!

— Never mind, let's go already, otherwise your mother will start to worry

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How to kill your husband

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Warning: there are scenes of domestic violence, murder scenes, blood. 18+

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It was a very sweet relationship at first, but Sanzu started picking on you and your surroundings. He started forbidding you to communicate with other guys. You violated the ban by going with your best friend from university when Haruchiye saw this. He roughly dragged you into the car, drove off a long time ago, picking up speed. When he brought you home, he beat you, not being shy in his expressions, showing his disgust. After several such cases, you decided to break up with him, but he only got even more angry. A strong slap in the face made you fall, and then he grabbed your silky hair, it seemed that he would pull it out.

"You'll find out how to want to break up with me, bitch!"

"But for what? .. You stopped loving me yourself! Let go!" — The neighbors don't care. Everyone knew the pink-haired man's connections, no one could dare to help you with this relationship. The guy got angry and hit the corner of the table, which could have ended in death, but he knew how to count the force. Your blood was running down your temple, and your whole body was buzzing. He pushes you, and then comes closer, putting his hands, which breathed tobacco on your neck. Haruchie squeezes them on your throat, the smell of alcohol comes from him, and you were sure that in addition to alcohol, he sniffed out two tracks.

"You have no right not to love me.. If you don't like it, I'll make you start."

"I hate you..."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" — Pushes you away, and then squeezes your hands, trying to twist them behind your back. Your resistance irritates Sanza, and he hits you with his hand in a rage: you fall to the floor and remain lying there, cowering in pain and horror. He's standing on top of you, looking at you with disdain. All you can do is keep quiet, feeling like you're about to lose consciousness. — "I'll go, don't fucking enter my office" — you clearly knew that another prostitute would come to him soon, he would cheat right in front of your eyes.

Sanzu has never loved you. Taking his loyalty to Manjiro, it was fashionable to conclude that he was very loyal only to someone he truly loved. And I only kept you around out of a sense of possessiveness. You feel sick. Your whole body hurts and your limbs are shaking. The moans of that dyed blonde are heard, all the hatred for both people is felt, but that girl is not to blame. But you didn't give a damn about her, you have the right to hate everyone, hate Sanza, hate all his whores, hate Sano, who founded this Bonten, hate the damn Haitani, Haruchiyo's friends. You get up on shaky legs and take a knife from the bedside table. It's time to end this all. The door to his office opens, you see how he pushes a girl you don't know into the table with sharp thrusts. He doesn't hear you coming at him, stops only when you stick a knife in his back. A man's blood drips onto the prostitute's stomach, causing her to scream. With sharp movements, you make the wound deeper, long and pulls out the blade. He can barely stand on his feet, turns around, and for the first time fear and pain are visible in his face. This is the first time you've seen them. It's like being on powerful drugs. You push him and stick the knife in again and again, piercing his stomach and chest. Hot scarlet liquid stains the table, you, the girl whose throat you cut, that scum screamed painfully. Sanzu is still living out his last seconds. Your hand slides right into the wound on his stomach, rips off his kidney and puts it in his mouth. There is a stench of various liquids, and the painting makes you want to vomit. Your boyfriend is already dead, lying on the floor, naked, laid out girl on the table.

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"Suck it, baby"

Child is a fucking possessive man who likes to dominate his partner. And this is a fact. But he is caring enough, he will never take it by force, unless you ask for it yourself.

At home, he wore pajama pants and an unbuttoned silk shirt that exposed his body, showing a beautiful relief of muscles and a large scar on his chest. His day off went badly, considering that Tartaglia was bombarded with paperwork, which he disliked so much. And it was impossible to refuse, because how sternly Dottore looked at him... I didn't look at it. But the harsh atmosphere was felt, even when the redhead could not see his eyes, the sinister grin was not a kind look. He was very tired, even if he hadn't done all the work, but it was too tiring for him. The guy plopped down on the couch, sighing heavily and lit a cigarette, inhaling nicotine deeper. He did not smoke so often, at moments when his strength was leaving him, or his nerves were starting to burn. His spread thighs beckoned to sit on one of them, and then hug him by pulling his hair. That's when you got a clever idea in your head. You sat down lower on the floor and rested your head on his leg, a slight smile slipped on Child's face, and he gently stroked your head, running his fingers through your blond hair.

— Excuse me, beauty, I worked so hard and was very tired that I completely forgot about you. What do you want to do?

— Sit still. You've already worked hard today, you work so hard every day, — Tartaglia told you at the beginning of the relationship that he can safely provide, creating the best conditions. And you liked it too, because you were homely. And he never devalued your housework, praising, sometimes giving massages, pleasing you with the most expensive gifts and trips to restaurants, any beauty salons. You unbuttoned his fly, began stroking his penis through the fabric of his underpants, and then stood up, kissing Child, leaving marks on his neck. He held you down, sometimes pulling at your hair and squeezing your buttocks. You started it first.

Now you're sitting on your knees again, twisting him with your hand. Your tongue touched his head, tasting the salty pre-ejaculate. She ran her tongue from the base to the end and took it half in her mouth, starting to move slowly, taking it deeper and deeper. His hand lay on your cheek and gently stroked it, and then took hold of the hair on the back of your head and pressed, forcing you to move towards and take it deeper.

— Suck it, baby. Take it deeper, show how you can do it. — and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like the guy's dominance. You liked the way he smoked while you gave him a blowjob. Sometimes he would pull your blond locks so that you would sometimes look up at him with your eyes. Your throat was starting to hurt, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes. His hand moved lower to your throat, squeezing and moving higher so that he could feel his cock. Your tongue was playing with Childe's dick. —Damn, baby, you're really good, mmm," he groaned hoarsely, starting to move towards you, and then came down your throat, breathing a little heavily.

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Your older brother

You don't look like yourself lately. You feel more depressed than usual and distance yourself from others.

Including your brother Chifuya. He noticed it and decided to check on you today... He knocked on your bedroom door, noticed it wasn't locked, and came in... And I saw you crying on the bed. He immediately hugged you.

— Y/n...? It's okay, calm down. What happened?

— Chifuyu! I'm scared! — There were reasons. Frequent screams, pressure, fears for my brother, who sometimes came beaten up after fights. The fragile emotional state of a ten-year-old child was being shaken. The mother is constantly at work, all in business, but every child needs a mother, and the elder Matsuno often went to the Badji, then to the swastons. Sometimes, in an empty apartment it became stuffy and too lonely. The girl fell on the cold floor, broke her knees, was hysterical and crying. The stress increased, the need for the attention of relatives increased. Sleepless nights from an early age to achieve better results only broke him even more, it was difficult to realize that his mother would not come earlier for an extra five, or his brother would refuse to walk with friends, and it was a shame to speak directly and ask. From all this ugliness, you could cry just like that and start rustling from any sounds, the oppressive silence became even more frightening when it was abruptly broken.

—My little one, come here," He slaps his knees and sits his sister down, hugging and gently stroking her hair. — Why are you afraid? What happened?

— I don't know... I'm just crying and that's it... I'm also scared of everything sometimes... I'm alone, and you're almost gone, I'm lonely and scared!

— Are you lonely? — His gaze fell first on a small table littered with notebooks, and then on the wall, to which a drawing with the whole family is attached, without a father, of course. — Kitten, please forgive me! I am so sorry... "he hugged you tighter and stroked your head. Chifuyu rarely did this, but he wanted you to know that you are not alone. You're the only sister he has in the world. — Don't be afraid, my girl. I'm here for you. Feel free to hug me whenever you want. You'll never be broke. He kissed you on the forehead to comfort you.

"You're not going to leave me anymore?"

— I will never leave my sister terribly alone again. You and my mother are very smart, my mother and I are proud of you and we love you very much — these are probably the words that you have been waiting for for so long, finding sweet comfort in them.

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Your bully has a soft spot for you

The relationship between you and Haitani has always been a bit complicated. On the one hand, he's a bully, always teasing and making fun of you in front of friends. On the other hand, he seems to have a slight weakness for you and always secretly helps when you're in trouble. And you tried to ignore his behavior, but part of you can't help but wonder, "is there more to this?" But you didn't have much time for such questions. You were sitting in class not thinking about the guy, but thinking about not getting a grade below four, because your family was very strict about grades. Okay, physical violence, you get used to it, but it's not possible to get used to moral pressure, it will become a lifelong trauma.

"What are you thinking about, nerd? Me, perhaps?" — He teased you by taking your glasses, which made it difficult for you to see. Your thoughts weren't the brightest. I was just afraid to go home, knowing what I could get for today's top three. And at first you were a little scared when the glasses were taken away and moved forward to pick them up, frowning your gray eyes.

"Ran, please give it back..." — He grinned, handing back your glasses. Then he came up to your ear and whispered something.

"What are you worried about? I'm sure you passed the test well. You never cease to amaze. You don't have to be so hard on yourself," — he ruffled your hair and smiled.

"I only got C... my mother and father will be unhappy."

"Are your parents strict about grades?" — Haitani's expression was surprised and worried for you. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and pulled you towards him. — "Don't worry about it. I think your parents will understand that you just didn't quite understand the topic, and it's not your fault," — he patted you on the back to calm you down and smiled warmly. You looked down, flinching a little.

Ran noticed that your body was shaking and your eyes were filled with sadness when you turned away. You knew that nothing good would come of it, your parents were going to scold you for getting a grade below four. You knew that as soon as you got the results sheet. My throat was dry from stress at that moment, my hands gave up the paper and I had to put a lot of effort into not crying right in class. He put both hands on your shoulder and stared into your gray eyes.

"Hey, listen to me, okay? Don't worry about it too much," — Ran looked at you with a serious smile, showing his true feelings for you, protecting you.

"They'll hit me again..." — Ran took you by both hands, looking into your eyes.

"I promise you, I won't let that happen. I always protect the people I care about," — he ran his fingers through your coffee hair and soothed you in a gentle tone. — "I don't understand why they have to be so strict with you, I think they really overreact to the test... it's not the end of the world if you get a grade below three," — he tried to laugh off his worries, trying to comfort you.

"Do you care about me?.." — I got caught up in his words alone. Haitani was surprised by your sudden question, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Even if you couldn't see his face, you could feel his smirk.

"Maybe I have some feelings for you," — Ran looked at you with a sly smile, then hugged you tightly to his chest. He hugged you even tighter, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. He held you close and whispered in your ear, his voice sounding hoarse as he spoke. — "I love you.." — He couldn't hold back his true feelings any longer and decided to confess his love to you. — "Will you let me see that test? Maybe I can help with the mistakes?" — He picked up your work and began to look through it carefully, and then his eyes lit up with rage. — "This sheep forgot to count your points for the second part. Don't worry, we'll figure it out now, and you'll have a beautiful D."

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A must-read!!!

hey, guys! I know that sometimes various translation jobs can be taken from Tumblr. My native language is not English, I forbid you to take your work for translation, as I already post sketches in my native language.

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You're treating him after a fight.

character: Haitany Rindou

"You're overreacting," Rindo said irritably, biting a piece of cloth. You roll your eyes, washing your hands like a doctor before surgery, so as not to bring any germs.

"Haitani Junior! You knocked on my door with a ten-centimeter cut on your arm! What did you do from me? Congratulations?"

"Come on," the guy groaned. "It's not that bad, you've seen worse. You sighed and rolled your eyes before walking over to him, who had fallen on your bed."

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" Rindo raised an eyebrow playfully.

"We've done it here many times. Okay, no more jokes."

"You're always like this," you whispered when you started working with the needle holder to grab the needle you used to sew up his cut. "You joke as if your life is not in danger."

Rindo hissed every time the needle touched his skin. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. His gaze was fixed on you sitting in front of him, then on the wound you were sewing up.

"At least tell me what you think of me whenever this happens..." You muttered when your fingers were stained with his blood. It happened so often, but I couldn't get used to it. "I know it's quite normal for you. And for me, too, it has already become part of the routine. And I'm not complaining about it at all... But I can't help myself. I'm afraid you won't come back, every time you leave the house," Haitani pulled your head closer to him. He kissed you on the forehead, muttering apologies and words of love.

"Of course I'm thinking about you. I'm always thinking about you. I'm sorry for making you worry."

"I'm not mad at you. Simply... I was scared," he reached for your hand to play with your fingers before bending his head to your shoulder.

"I know. I'll be more careful next time, I promise. I love you and always will."

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Your enemy is jealous of you for another guy

You hated Hanma. This two-meter-tall god of death, who in fact was an ordinary gopar, allowed himself too much. Many girls liked him, of course, the bastard had a beautiful face and body, had respect from seniors and guys due to his strength. Not to say that you were an exemplary girl. Female gangs were also popular in Japan, when schoolgirls walked with long skirts, under which they hid chains, swords and other weapons. In school life Shuji annoyed you with his pride, arrogance, lack of education. You infuriated him with your seriousness and the popular opinion of all the fighting girls, "I'm also strong, and most guys are spineless perverts." It was difficult to approach such people, it was difficult to cheer them up, even just making friends seemed to be something impossible. And when there was a clash of the women's group with Valhalla, then you hated each other even more. He threw you completely and went on, intending to hit you with a rose from a bottle or just scare one of the girls. Then you got up, pulled out a hidden revolver from under your skirt and shot Tom in the knee. Dirty method, but what's the difference? Since then, Hanma has not missed the opportunity to somehow pester you, insult you, do a dirty trick, and it even seemed like something childish. But everything changed in a moment.

Frozen in place, you watched as Hanma, your hated classmate, and the guy you kissed on the cheek in the morning, quarreled with each other — beating themselves, punching and kicking. You hear a loud bang, the whole class falls silent, wanting to see what happened.

That guy is lying on the floor covered in bruises when Hanma kicks him for more convincing in his victory.

"Take your shit, we're leaving," — Shuji said, coming up to you and squeezing your wrist tightly. You take your backpack and follow him, realizing that it's better not to argue now. When you're gone, you push him against the wall, forcing him to look at you.

"What the hell, you idiot?"

"Why the hell did you kiss that asshole? He's disgusting."

"You shouldn't care about that!"

"Is he your boyfriend?" — You freeze, being shocked by his words, and then blush.

"No! He confessed his feelings this morning, I refused and kissed him on the cheek as an apology."

"And if you refuse me, will you kiss me too?"

"What..?" — the girl was completely dumbfounded, not understanding exactly what he wanted to say by this.

"I love you, little ones..." — He took your chin, bent down and left a light kiss on your cherry lips, and then left as abruptly as he kissed you, lighting his cigarettes.

"Hey... Hanma, you bastard!"

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