#feat:// takeomi

[maenjiro]

nsfw alphabet 𖦹

a/n: ngl i did lamest thing i could possibly do and spelled their names with the nsfw alphabet just to help myself get started and not put pressure on myself already since i actually want to do this okay bye. i hope you will like it ♡ for the ran one i felt bad he only add 3 letters so i just added one randomly.

featuring: takeomi, wakasa, ran, draken, mikey

cw: gn!reader, nothing extreme i guess but it's a nsfw alphabet and it can get nasty you know the drill.

takeomi

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) this man is a simp for you, would go the extra mile for you with aftercare, providing anything you might need and more, depending on the time of the day he would even prepare food or a snack for you. would indulge in shower/bath time with you, stroking your back and kissing your forehead.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) he had his fair share of experience but i feel like they all were pretty much shallow quickies to get each other off in a passive way. listen, he's a lover AND NOW he deserve that s/o to love and give them pleasure in the right way.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) have i mentioned this man is a simp for you? well, takeomi akashi is a huge simp for you and he would show you that every time you are in bed together. would blurt out an 'i love you' or two so if you ain't ready for that just use your hand to shut him up, or your mouth.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) might be predictable but he has a daddy kink, for him it's a strictly in the bedroom kind of thing but he just loves hearing you calling him that.. while he pounds into you. also, smoking !! like passing the smoke in your mouth through a kiss. it's so hot to him and he's so hot for that i'm gonna pass tf out like imagine him taking a drag and immediately pulling you in, his thumb and forefinger on your chin pressing a bit to make your lips part and him leaning in for the smoke kiss.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) you. you alone are the motivation for him. the way you tease him all day long knowing he can't keep his hands of off you is more than enough motivation to him. even when you're in public teasing him with subtle acts it really does things to him.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) sometimes he might be selfish with this one but he loves receiving more than giving. having you between his legs making the prettiest noises while he's laying down on his bed, cigarette loosely kept between his lips and his hands in your hair It's just pure bliss. he would casually thrust in your mouth to adjust himself and oh god the half choking sound you make is music to his ears. however, it does not mean he doesn't like giving you head, he happily obliges anytime he wants to spoil you which is pretty often.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) i don't see him as the biggest fan of toys -not when he's with you at least. *cough* 🔦 *cough* BUT handcuffs might have been brought to the bedroom a few times. not saying you both take turns in cuffing each other's hands but that is exactly what i'm saying (also TOTALLY not saying you cuffed one hand each one time)

wakasa

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) i love him a lot like a lot a lot but i just know he wouldn't really be the aftercare king. he would provide the bare minimum and call it a day, he goes hard and he's exhausted. after that he loves laying in bed with you only wearing his boxer briefs. his arm is around you and he may or may not light up one, a lil something that would help you both relax some more post sex.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) do i even have to say this? his biggest kink is ORAL FIXATION like that man needs needs something on his tongue at all times and if that something is you he would be ecstatic. i mean, face sitting? yes. gladly losing himself between your thighs.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) tbh i think he can last pretty long despite the lazy vibe he gives off, but he works in a gym and he’s pretty agile and trained, he could go for 2/3 rounds but either way he will stop max at 2.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character) loves inviting you to the gym when everyone else left and have you take part in the last workout of the day. he likes helping you train your thighs muscles while he keeps your legs spread open for him.

ran

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) okay so it depends. one night stand!ran would likely kick you out. he is an ass. he needs his 24h beauty sleep and needs his bed. fuckbuddy/fwb!ran would leave his room to give you time to clean yourself up and fix yourself. he would offer you a drink and ask if you want to stay over and watch a movie together or something. boyfriend!ran doesn't make a move right away because he takes his sweet time to enjoy the post sex bliss with you. may or may not be clingy. if you try to get up to clean yourself he would pull you back in bed with him. eventually he'd get up and help you get cleaned but a tease is always a tease and he would press a little too hard on your sensitive spot (bonus point if he overstimulated you) with the wet towel looking up at you with a smirk. but to be fair bf ran dotes on you so he would also show his sweet side, after cleaning you up he'd help you get dressed in comfy clothes – maybe with his tshirt – and brush his fingers against your pretty features and genuinely smile at you.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) yes, he loves degradation. yes, he likes humiliation too. yes, he would use a cute pet name just to add that you're his slut after that. slight spit kink,, spits in your mouth seeing how greedily you opened up when he asked you to perfect mix between "watch your mouth slut" and "open up now"

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) there aren't many things this man wouldn't do but other bodily fluids other than cum and spit is the biggest no for him. i feel like he is lowkey germophobic despite everything. like this man wear white gloves to beat people up.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) is that even a question? he's pretty much open to try many new things. and talking about risk he recently found out he's into bondage. he loves making you wear pretty ropes, he so happily tied for you, under your clothes when you go out in public together.

draken

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) he's the absolute sweetest man (even tho his frown might be misleading but i mean he is a taurus let him be) and would take care of you in the most loving way, he adores you and it shows – god i love him so much. he would help you and clean you up right away and tell you to use to the bathroom while he makes some hot tea for you (or any other comfort drink you love) like he would have all the different flavors you love in his cabinet. he would ask how you feel and if anything he did was too much AND would offer you a massage. his hands carefully kneading your sore muscles and his lips leaving feather-like kisses on your skin every time he's done massaging a spot. eventually he would lay down next to you and cuddle.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he would never hurt you but he loves being rough and get so lost in you, feeling your body against him, your moans and the way you would arch your back for him… this and thinking about you completely at his mercy get him going, he's not ready yet to say it out loud but he might into dumbification. i'm telling you, his groans when he's lost in the moment are the hottest thing.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) i mean yes he's experienced but he's not a ladies' man in the slightest. taking into account where he has lived since he was a kid he got to know more than he would've liked to way sooner than he should've + he was exposed to people having sex non-stop and that ruined for him. he lost interest in sex for a while, so he's more focused on finding someone he deeply cares about. one night stands do not appeal to him at all. though, given all the chatter with the girls through the years, he learned how to properly take care of someone in bed and that's the experience that counts.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) a dom who loves dirty talking mixed with a praise kink. he's so tall the size kink is a given and he loves to worship your body (at times the size kink makes the worshipping even more fulfilling).

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) anything even remotely noncon, dubcon (including con-noncon) and anything that would cause you physical pain, he would never harm you in any way shape or form

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) he's open to experiment and try some of your fantasies. loves to hear about them from you, it gets him in the mood.

mikey (writing down this here once and for all, i think mikey is a complex character therefore almost everything depends on the timeline we are taking into account, few timelines would be packed enough to have their own nsfw alphabet)

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) okay so i hc mikey being in the demisexual spectrum hence he wouldn't be much experienced just because i don't see him dating many people or being interested in that at all but !! if you two are a thing tbh he would try his best not to disappoint you, he would read up stuff (his browsing history before the main event would be a mess)

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) let's focus on final timeline mikey for this one: again with mikey being demi he's not here for a one time thing. he's in love with you and it makes the act even more special for him and for you, it would be so intimate and loving, lots of whispers and little pleased whimpers, he loves you and has a deep desire to love you and make you feel loved. here i am giving you bike racer mikey being all lovey dovey

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) this heavily depends on the timeline TBFH but anyway overall i think he would be pretty vanilla but he would be into both edging and overstimulation (receiving end)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) there isn't specific that turns him on but seeing you happy or focused on something you love gets him going tbh it would unlock the clingy mode and he would be all over you trying to get your attention and your kisses

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) i think his sex drive is pretty low, he wouldn't necessarily initiate anything himself either

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[gatitties]

hiii!! can I request some HCs for bonten!Mikey x Mother!Assassin!Reader where Reader and Mikey have a 17 years old secret love child. The scene is Bonten Executives and Assassin!Reader is eating in just yk a local ramen shop and Mikey is asking Reader that he wants to become a father to their child ykyk bcs reader kept it a secret that she was pregnant and raised the child all by herself T__T and when the school called Reader bcs their child stabbed a male student with scissors in their school, Sanzu said "I guess she took her mother's talent. you're in that age too, weren't you?" and reader just went batshit crazy bcs reader doesn't want her child to become like her </3 so reader threw a knife that got stuck in a wooden wall just close enough to make Sanzu's neck bleed a little and after that reader said "If you ever say that again, I'll kill you with the most dullest knife in the world." and then reader left. I WANT TO SEE MIKEY'S AND OTHER EXECUTIVES' REACTION TOO TO THIS HAPPENINGS IF THEY'RE GONNA GO CRAZY TOO OR WHATEVER 🤩🤩 thank u so much!

─Bonten!Mikey x mother!assassin!reader

─Summary: You don't like that your kid looks like you because you don't have the best manners or work

─Warnings: none

─ You weren't proud of your fame as a assassin in the underworld, but work was work.

─ Several years ago you got involved with the leader of Bonten, a one-night stand ended up being something and you started working as an executive for your boyfriend.

─ Although in a 'small accident' you ended up having a child, you weren't sure if Mikey would like to be a father considering his position in society, and despite the fact that you didn't have the best reputation either, you decided to take it on the sly.

─ How you managed to hide your child for seventeen years is a feat knowing the people you associated with, but you were grateful that they didn't poke their noses into your business and that Mikey was a busy man.

─ Of course, you were very lucky during all that time, but it came to an end and he decided to confront you for hiding from him that he had a child.

─ Although you had an argument about that, you reached a halfway point, Mikey wanted to take care of his child and get to know them, however you denied that your little baby knew the dark side of both.

─ Your kid was a little skeptical at first with their 'new' father, but they started to get along after a few months, becoming a relatively normal family if you ignored all the corpses you both carried on your back.

─ Of course, the other executives got to know your kid because it was more difficult to hide that the leader of Bonten was more absent, so now your kid had a few uncles.

─ Now… when they called from school because your 'baby' had fought, rather stabbed another child with scissors, you didn't know how to react, Mikey was the one who took charge of going to school while you stayed at home.

─ At that moment you were all eating, since you had invited them to your house, everyone listened but decided that they had nothing to comment until Sanzu had to open his mouth. "I guess they took their mother's talent, you're in that age too, weren't you?"

─ It took you a few seconds to analyze what the drug addict had dared to say, everyone knew that you didn't like that your kid was involved with the shit they did and you lost it.

─ You grabbed the first sharp object you had at hand, a knife, and you threw it in such a way that Sanzu's neck had a millimeter cut, the knife went past, sticking into the wall. "If you ever say that again, I'll kill you with the dullest knife in the world."

─ The table was silent except for Sanzu's complaints when being lightly treated by Kakucho, everyone looked at each other deciding to shut their mouths knowing that you were upset.

─ The Haitani brothers were trying not to burst out laughing at seeing how you humiliated their co-worker, Mochizuki, Takeomi and Kokonoi were amazed with your aim since they had never seen you doing your job, this scene would definitely be something to talk about if word gets out.

─ The tension in the room didn't go away until you saw your boyfriend and kid appear at the door, although now it was your turn to give your child a talk for having done that.

─ Mikey smiled when he found out what you had done, he wasn't angry about his child's attitude, he simply asked if they had won the fight or not (the result was obvious but he wanted to check it).

─ No one dared to comment on what happened that day and you punished your kid for a week.

#tr #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #fem reader #request #assassin reader #bonten #bonten x reader #mikey x reader #mikey #bonten mikey x reader #mother reader #sfw #headcanons #reader insert

[ne0nic]

My Personal HC on Tokrev Boys Pet Names for Their Partner

Feat. Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho, Izana, Wakasa, Takeomi, Shinichiro

I feel like its time the fandom came together and made decisions on Tokyo Revengers pet names like the Marvel Fandom has but that's just me and here are my 2 cents.

Ones I'm absolutely settled on:

Mikey:

"Angel"

- I'm not sure why but I can just hear him say it. I can hear him whisper it in his partners ear. And also angst/bad timeline wise it makes the most sense. His partner would be his light, his angel.

Draken:

"Bunny"

- I was back and forth with this one for a bit but the more I think about it the more I love it. It's cute and kinky. It's a bit teasing as well which we already know is very Draken.

Baji:

"Princess"

- This man! He would always do anything to rile his partner. Of course I do love flustered, love incompetent Baji as well but I feel like confident, headstrong Baji would be the type to call his partner this both endearingly and teasingly.

Not settled on:

Mitsuya:

I've played around with the idea of something Mitsuya would say other than something simple like, "My Love." I have entertained the idea of him calling his partner "Puppy" but felt it was too dominant for him. But, if he had a headstrong, hotheaded partner he'd call them something like "My little firecracker" or "My little Dragon" (GET IT?!)

Chifuyu:

"Starlight"

-Younger Chifuyu gives submissive vibes and older Chifuyu (especially Black Dragon future) gives major dominant vibes so it's hard to find a nice middle ground. However just for the sake of it I love to think of him calling his partner, "My star" or "Starlight".

Kazutora:

"My heart"

Hear me out, a simple one but- "My heart" it gives soft, reformed, good future Kazutora. Where he finds a partner that loves and accepts him for all of his past traumas and therefore they are his "heart". It's so cute!

Hanma:

"My Little Reaper"

I will admit right now I'm not a hardcore Hanma girlie so this will probably be best discussed between them but I will suggest "My Little-" Now it could be something like "My Little Reaper" that I can just hear rolling off his tounge. And also would be cute and insinuate they are his partner in crime.

Rindou:

"Darling"

My baby RINNIE! 😍 Older & Bonten Rindou have always felt like he would call his partner "Darling". Maybe it started out as a joke when they were younger but evolved into the most loving name he calls them. #2 Best Boyfriend!

Ran:

"My Gorgeous-"

Ooooohhh, Fanon Ran would definitely be throwing out pet names like they're candy on Halloween. Probably using "Beautiful" more than anything. But Bonten Ran would definitely purr something like "My Gorgeous Boy/Girl"

Sanzu:

"My drug"

Or "My favorite drug" definitely Bonten Sanzu. I have absolutely no idea for a mentally stable Sanzu. 😂

Kakucho:

"Doll"

A sweetheart like him would call his partner "doll" I feel he's very classy and old school like that. Be real when you think of a date with Kakucho you think of something sweet and nice like a candlelit dinner. He has an old soul.

Izana:

"Baby Bird"

I can't explain it but when it comes to Izana I just feel like he would call his partner "Baby Bird" I think maybe I saw it in a Tiktok edit once? I'm not sure but it feels right for him.

Wakasa:

"Bitch"

OG timeline Waka def gives "Hey Mamas" vibes! 😂 And I do absolutely love Waka but I can't get over this feeling he would just refer to his partner as "Bitch" I hope that with some more insight into Waka's personality there will be a better option but until then I'm chilling here with this one.

Takeomi:

"Dear"

Takeomi gives "Hey Mamas" vibes 24/7 in every timeline. We love a consistent man! But I do feel that with a partner he is committed to he would definitely just call them "dear" Bonten and all.

Shinichiro:

"Sweetheart"

Ugh! Such a classic charmer! Shinichiro would call them something simple and loving, like him.

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Top 10 black dragons members! (Since today is their day and we need something to forget the other depressing events of today)

10. Takemichi. Ok ok I know we're starting off with the mc but look he was announced the leader of the 11th gen and then it was completely forgotten about. He has 0 feats as the 11 gen leader, he literally gave us nothing. I actually think he forgot he was even in charge of them.

9. Hakkai. So we see Hakkai in the black dragons in exactly 2 timelines. Firstly we see him lead them down a very dark path (Kisaki's fault) and secondly we see him turn traitor and fight against them (100% right choice). He didn't exactly do anything wrong from a plot pov but from a black dragon pov he was a terrible member.

8. Shion. Leader of the 9th gen as he likes to remind us. He was pretty bad as a leader though, I mean this is the gen where the black dragons ended due to him losing against the toman founders and then losing territory to the Haitani brothers. So yeah not a great run as leader.

7. Izana. He started off with good ambitions for the black dragons, he just wanted to make Shinichiro and protect what was dear to him. Unfortunately after Shinichiro mentions he wants Mikey to take over after Izana he leads the black dragons down a rather bad path, completely destroying the ideals Shinichiro had tried to implement.

6. Taiju. Although he did help to revive the black dragons and did a good job with turning them into a fearsome gang he didn't exactly uphold the first gens morals and legacy, actually he did such a bad job Waka and Benkei tried to murder him over it (well at least that seemed to be one of the reasons).

5. Koko. A very important edition to the 10th gen, without him and his money making skills the 10th gen likely wouldn't have been as successful. He also seemed to take on a leadership role often and was also the elite guard captain.

4. Takeomi. Now I know he's very hated in the fandom but we can't ignore how crucial he was to the 1st gen black dragons. Nicknamed the god of war he came up with many of the first gens fight plans and strategies. He was an important part of the first gens successes.

3. Wakasa & Benkei. Ngl I can't separate these two, it feels unfair to put one above the other when they mainly seemed to fight as a duo and have the same roles. Both were important to the 1st gen black dragons and mainly seem to have been the muscle and fighting power behind the black dragons. They're both also fiercely loyal, even years later hitting Shion and getting overly annoyed at Taiju because of how their generations went against Shinichiro's dreams.

2. Inui. He actually doesn't have many feats in the black dragons despite being in the most generations. But his loyalty and dedication to the gang is arguably the biggest we've seen. He got arrested for them, did all kind of crimes for Izana and Shion, founded the 10th gen, put everything he had into protecting the 10th gen including being willing to commit murder and then got Takemichi to start the 11th gen. He dedicated his whole life to the black dragons.

1. Shinichiro. The man, the myth, the legend. Was there any doubt in him being first? The one who decided to found the black dragons and start it all off. It was his moral code and leadership that made the black dragons into the strong gang it was known as, setting it up to be a powerhouse for many generations and inspiring multiple delinquent's even after he left.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers #hanagaki takemichi #sano shinichiro #hajime kokonoi #seishu inui #shiba taiju #kurokawa izana #madarame shion #shiba hakkai

[embossross]

The Devotion of the Girl in the Mirror

Chapter 4 >> Chapter 5 >> Masterlist

✣ Pairing: Rindou x AFAB fem!Reader w/ a chapter cameo of reader/yuzuha

✣ Warning: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI

✣ Series: part of the In the Belly of the Beast fic universe

✣ Chapter CW: bdsm play feat. reader/yuzuha (gasp!), bondage, overstim, vibrators, exhibitionism, group BDSM feat. 2 other subs getting masturbated (one fem!AFAB and one fem!AMAB, idk crowd jeers, a little bit of degradation, bad communication & angst, drinking)

✣ Story CWs: BDSM dob/sub relationship; sex (oral, ptv, pta, etc.); genre typical drug use, alcohol, smoking

✣ Synopsis: A story of two lonely people find love for better or worse. Or, dom!Rindou is sweet on his girl. Or, on paper, you and Rindou have nothing in common. But sometimes chemistry defies logic, and with every conversation, you find yourself more bewitched until all you see, smell, or hear is Rindou.

✣ Word Count: ~8.5k

The black dot may have been nothing but a circle, a representation of the sun or an eye, except it is written, which makes it punctuation. As a symbol of punctuation, it may have been a period at the end of a sentence, except there are three, which makes it part of an ellipsis. As an ellipsis, it may have indicated a trailing off of a thought except it accompanies a blank space on his screen, an auto-generated signal from his phone, which means you are still typing, as you have been for the last five minutes with no message yet in response to his text.

It should not take this long to respond to an invitation to dinner.

With every minute that passes, his ire rises higher.

Rindou strains through another set of lat pulls, refusing to let you and your silent treatment slow him down. Opposite him, Benkei deadlifts a stunning 300 kg. When the bar hits the floor, the clang echoes off the mirror-lined walls.

There is a gym in the basement of his apartment complex, guaranteed to be empty in the early pre-dawn hours, which he prefers for the privacy it offers. Wakasa’s gym is never empty. Fighters practice boxing, MMA, and jujutsu with retired pros morning and night. Most of the customers sport tattoos from one syndicate or another, and Rindou often recognizes the guys on his own payroll by the free weights or sweating in the saunas. Rindou only started returning to Wakasa’s gym for the occasional practice bout or strength training session in the last few months. Wakasa’s been filling his ear with the idea of taking you and his girl on a double date, a vacation to the mountains when your semester wraps, and Rindou has been coming by to talk the details.

A text finally lights up his screen, and Rindou forces himself to ignore it for a solid minute while he finishes his set even as his eyes dart back against his will.

I can’t do dinner. Plans with Naoya. But I could do drinks.

Wakasa lopes forward, hands in his pockets, before Rindou can answer. It’s his turn to leave you with the ellipsis of anxiety and doom. He locks his phone and tosses face-down on a bench.

“Wanted to tell you we got the goods through Nagoya yesterday,” Wakasa says tonelessly. “Ushioda’s really come through. My guy says customs not only didn’t check, they agreed to decrease security personnel during offboarding. Ran is going to be a menace about being the one to make this happen, but he’s worked his magic on this.”

Rindou matches Wakasa’s subdued attitude beat for beat, but in his mind, he runs through a month’s worth of memos and emails to recall if he knew about this plan. “You sent a shipment of girls through the port? That’s fucking brazen.”

“Mochi wanted to test the limits early with something cheap before we put our expensive shit through there,” Wakasa said.

According to Takeomi, Ushioda begged on bended knee for clemency for his son. It was hard to say whether love or shame drove the father, but the outcome was the same. Acme Corp would smuggle Bonten contraband through the Port of Nagoya, so long as they streamlined into their regular shipping schedule to avoid setting off any alarm bells.

This was the second shipment received through the port after moving a little marijuana through a few weeks earlier. Rindou tries to keep his expectations in check as operations continue smoothly, but his hopes rise against his better judgment.

“Mochi says he wants to do a few more runs, but that you should start thinking through where you could source the heroine,” Wakasa relays.

They could source through the triads as the Chinese and Russian gangs already have inroads with the producers, but they would each take their cut and ruin Bonten’s margins. The drug would be new on the market. Rindou doesn’t want to price high outright. Start cheap and once the clientele can’t live without their fix, then drive the prices up. They could run a deficit to start, but that would mean Koko up his ass. Cutting the triads out completely isn’t an option either as they would need to ship out of China, but if they could build their own supplier network, they could negotiate a better rate.

“It’s gonna be too obvious if we have guys coming in and out of Afghanistan all the time. They don’t even run direct flights out of Seoul. We’d get picked instantly. I’m thinking we could get away with sending someone through to Turkey though. With a little palm greasing, they can cross into Iran without getting their passport stamped. The IRGC run the heroine trade through Afghanistan, so we could develop our own connections from there,” Rindou says.

Wakasa nods along at what he already figured. “Who you gonna send?”

“Not me if that’s what you’re thinking. I hate plane rides,” Rindou says.

“Of course, not you. We need you. I was thinking Hanma.”

Rindou groans. “I fucking hate that guy.”

“We all fucking hate that guy. But that’s why he’s good at this shit. He’s done great work in Hong Kong. Send him over there. He knows how to make the coldest man sweat,” Wakasa suggests.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it.”

He finishes another set of lat pulls, while Wakasa and Benkei chat away about the insipid rise of Peloton. Endorphins rush to his brain, and he feels magnanimous enough to finally shoot you a reply.

See you at 5.

If he has anything to say about it, Naoya will be eating dinner alone tonight.

--

Two people could not be dressed more oppositely. Fresh from his post-workout shower, Rindou wears nothing but a pair of sweats. Droplets of water scatter across his bare shoulder blade as his long, wet hair drips freely. Strong chest and arms still pumped from muscle training great you at the door. You, meanwhile, dressed for an Arctic exploration in a floor-length parka, bulging in all the wrong places, a fluffy scarf wound three-times round your neck, and an equally fluffy, fur-lined hood. A mask completes the look, so the only skin he can see is a sliver of your forehead and your narrowed eyes.

“Just looking at you makes me feel cold,” you scowl.

“Just looking at you is making me cold.”

You barge right past him into his apartment. The heater works overtime to keep the entire complex a toasty 23 degrees. Past the entryway, where you slip out of your boots, the dining room table is lined with boxes of Chinese takeout; Unsure what you’d want to eat, Rindou opted to order a smorgasbord of options.

Beneath the unflattering coat, you wear a black dress. The long sleeves and tasteful length contrast a daring vee that dips down to show off the swell of your lovely, little breasts. You’re packaged like a delicious gift for the unwrapping, and Rindou can’t resist planting a soft kiss to the back of your neck as you hang your coat. He expects the battle tonight will be a long and painful one, but still you dressed up for him.

“Good to see it’s you under there. For a second, I thought it might be an assassin,” Rindou jokes.

“Easy for you to laugh all warm in here! It’s freezing outside. They’re calling for snow tonight into tomorrow, which sucks. I can’t miss class at this point in the semester,” you complain.

“Well, I’ve got everything you need to warm up,” Rindou says. He gestures at the table laden with food, and then, more critically, brandishes the bottle of wine bought just for tonight. “And if the weather’s too bad tomorrow, I’m sure they’ll cancel. You can just hang out here all day.”

“My professors are all sadists. I wouldn’t put it past them to host class as they get double-bypass surgery. They’d have the surgeon right there in the lecture hall,” you grumble.

Rindou half listens as you launch into a prolonged rant about your upcoming finals. His attention is understandably split as he searches your lively expressions for the ugly shadow of jealousy. Behind every word, he hunts for double meanings.

The look of pure betrayal on your face when he ran into you yesterday in Chiba will not soon leave his mind. It colored his scenes yesterday with Mayuri, turning him mean and unmerciful as he bound and belted her ass red. She deserved his full attention after putting her trust in him, but Rindou twice almost walked away to call you. Had you answered, he might have berated you for daring to look at him like that, like you’d caught him fucking your mother or murdering the family pet. Like he’d done something unforgivable to you.

Now, as you gripe about exams, every bit the picture of the beleaguered uni student, your words ring false. Like you are filling time and space to put distance between the you of yesterday, so judgey and offended, and the you of today. You tell him how exams are two months out, and like a good student, you are already studying in earnest in the pits of what you dub “flashcard hell” as Kii has taken to posting flashcards over every expanse of wall in her apartment, springing prep questions on unconsenting listeners, and crying periodically about how she should have spent fewer hours sleeping and more time reading the supplementary materials. Rindou hums in sympathy in all the right places, and he almost, almost begins to relax into the conversation. Like an idiot.

“Are you feeling the dumplings or the pork?” Rindou asks, plating up a hearty helping of food for himself.

“Neither. I can’t eat, remember?” you say.

“Oh, come on. Stay the night. It’s too cold to be going out.”

“True, but I promised Naoto. We’re going to this really fancy curry restaurant, and he said he’d pay, so I’m planning to go all out and get dessert,” you say.

Noticing his wine glass is running low, Rindou drains the last dregs and pours himself a healthy portion. This will be easier drunk. He debates pouring you more as well, wondering if a little tipsiness would make you spunkier or mellow the worst of your impulses. Because he senses the fit approaching, the moment you break your pretense that everything is fine and well and force a confrontation.

“You know, I don’t like playing games,” he says.

 “I don’t like playing games either.”

“Then, don’t.”

Rindou says it shortly, definitively. The barest hint of command reinforces his voice, and he watches the way you receive the order, squirming in that delightfully submissive way of yours before you reject your inclination to obedience. You set your jaw.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say.

Rindou sighs. He expected you would be difficult but not passive aggressive. Not like this.

“You have dinner plans with Naoto? Seriously?”

“Yes?”

“Bullshit,” Rindou snaps. “I expected you to be immature about what happened yesterday, but this? You’re better than this. Forget your conveniently timed dinner plans, and let’s act like adults. Then, we can have a nice night.”

“It’s a work event. Naoto was nervous about going alone, so he asked me to come with him. This was planned weeks ago. I just forgot until he reminded me,” you insist, standing up from your chair, like the added height will strengthen your lie.

“Convenient,” Rindou sneers.

In the six months you’ve been together, you have never had a genuine fight or even argument. Seeing your smiling face typically puts Rindou in too good a mood, curbs the worst of his temper, so he is slow to pick fights. You, meanwhile, listen so well, adapting your behavior without him having to utter a word. Bickering typically becomes flirtatious banter in a matter of minutes, the kind that ends with your panties in his pocket.

So, Rindou doesn’t know what to expect from you in a real fight. He half expected you to fold at the slightest correction. You are still young, so he doesn’t write off the possibility of some kind of petty manipulation either, the silent treatment maybe, or more probably breaking into a mess of tears, the kind that bring so many men to a panic; Unfortunately for you, Rindou doesn’t capitulate to a woman’s cries or begging, going cold at any miserable attempt to manipulate his emotions.

Faced with you now, the tendons in your neck pulse as you square of against him without any sign of crumbling. You worry your lower lip between your teeth until it is red and swollen. It is the only sign of anxiety. Otherwise, you stand strong.

“If you feel like I’m somehow attacking you, it must be a guilty conscience. Because I haven’t said or done anything to you.”

“What do I have to feel guilty about?” Rindou demands coldly.

“You’d have to tell me. Because I thought about it all day and night –”

“See, I knew you were wound up about yesterday –”

“I thought about it all day and night,” you raise your voice to drown him out. “And, yes, it was weird to see you with someone else. Yes, it hurt. It was so unexpected. But, if you think I’m trying to punish you over it, you’re out of line because my eyes are wide open. You’re not my boyfriend –”

“No, I’m not. Which is why you shouldn’t –”

“I know, I know. How can I be hurt or angry when you’re not my boyfriend? You didn’t cheat on me or break any promises. I have nothing to be upset about.”

“Right.”

Confused and more than a little wary, Rindou sits back down at the table. He has held conversations like this a few times in his life. Most subs understand the importance of negotiation implicitly and take him for what he is. There have been a handful of in the past, however, usually inexperienced women like you, who struggled to work through the limitations of their relationship with him, crashing futilely against the boundaries of what he offered.

Because he doesn’t do relationships. Blame it on the dangers of his work, the secrecy inherent in the lifestyle, or some intrinsic flaw in his makeup. Regardless, he never plans to tie himself down to one woman. All that road offers is the erosion of his freedom.

“Since you wanted to talk about it so much though, bringing it up and all, I would like to ask about what I should expect,” you continue. “Because I didn’t realize you were seeing other people, and that raises questions. Like, are you practicing safe sex with these women? Have you been getting tested for STDs? Should we be using condoms? And, are you looking for more long-term subs? How would you even fit in another sub? Would we have to see each other less, so you could make time for a new one? What should I expect going forward?”

Each question is too reasonable to deny, so Rindou answers plainly, “You’re the only person I see regularly, so I use condoms with everyone else and get tested on the first of every month. If you want to use condoms together, that is entirely your decision. I’ll accept whatever you decide. I’m not looking to train anyone else right now. If I found someone that suited my tastes, I might consider it though, and yeah, that would mean adjusting my schedule around because I’m going to go out on a limb and assume you would not be open to training together.”

“No!”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Rindou says.

“How many women have you been with since we got together?” you demand.

There is no good answer, and Rindou groans, “Seriously? Don’t start overreacting now.”

“I’m cool! I’m being so cool. Just answer the question,” you smile, but it is a mockery of your normal, gleaming smiles. Teeth clenched tight together, it is more like an animal baring its fangs.

“No! I don’t owe you a fucking itemized list of every woman I’ve fucked. Just like I don’t run around town telling them about you. I haven’t cheated on you. I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“I just wanna know how and when you’re finding time to meet other people.”

Rindou rolls his eyes. “Because that’s rational. You don’t actually want to know the answer to that.”

“I just don’t know where you’re possibly finding the time to meet all these women –”

“Again, you’re exaggerating. Not all these women. Some, like Mayuri, I knew before you. Some I meet through work. Straightforward stuff.”

“Mayuri is the woman from yesterday?”

“I think we’re done with this conversation now,” Rindou says tightly.

A shininess blurs the color of your eyes then, and Rindou sighs. He wants to wrap you up in his arms and praise you for being such a strong, beautiful girl because despite all your tough words, this isn’t easy for you. If he could be a better man for you, he would consider it, but there is only so much he can offer, and the burden of accepting that is on you.

“Thank you for being honest with me. I really do need to head out and meet Naoto, but I’ll think about the condom thing,” you murmur.

“Baby, don’t leave like this,” Rindou tries. There is no more fight in your stance and now that the threat of conflict is ended, he finds the energy draining from his whole body.

“I’m fine! We’re fine. Seriously, Rindou. I’m not going to overreact or stamp my foot at you like that might change something. My eyes are wide open like I told you. I understand where you’re coming from completely. We can hang out soon,” you say.

Rindou doesn’t like the idea of you leaving when your foundations are so shaken, wants to stuff you full of gone-cold Chinese food and cuddle on the couch until you fall asleep on his shoulder. Even if neither of you yelled or descended into insults, he feels like he fought a war, and the only way to recover is in your arms.

He follows you to the entryway.

You redon your winter gear in a hurry. The puffy coat is plush and cozy as he pulls you close and kisses you long and slow. You return the kiss with wind-chapped lips not fighting him at all. The heat that always explodes between you blazes, and he cups and caresses you through the barrier of the coat.

He wants you to stay.

You break the kiss after only a minute and smile.

“I’ll call you, ok?”

And then, you are gone.

--

When Rindou sleeps, he dreams of shopping malls built like mazes, window shopping displays of the finest goods, and he understands without knowing that to obtain even one miraculous product from these stores would spell his salvation; But whenever he tries to enter one of the stores, the maze shifts, redirects him until he is walking forwards again, searching. Still searching. During the slippery seconds between sleep and waking, that liminal space where dreams and life converge, he stews in resentment for what he can’t possess. That resentment often follows him into the day, though he tries not to dwell on it. The recurring dream started sometime in his early twenties. He remembers that dream joining him in sleep on at least a monthly basis, but for all he knows, he dreams it every night only to forget with the rising of the sun.

The weeks that follow the lingerie incident remind him of that dream only there is no supernatural force reworking the architecture of time and space to prevent him from entering the store. It feels like he’s piloting a plane headed straight for a cliff. There is still time to push the emergency button and eject to safety if he is only willing to abandon the plane to its solitary, fiery fate. But, he is a pilot, and the plane is all he’s ever known, and the longer he goes without pushing the button, the slighter his chances of escaping unscathed.

Because you are not fine.

The three weeks that follow pass at a crawl. Time reshapes itself into molasses around the giant you-sized absence in his days. It is easy, at first, to deny the obvious as you offer such convincing excuses to blow him off. After all, your friends do often lean on you for emotional support, and finals are drawing close, and your mother does deserve a break. So what if you leave his texts on read for hours at a time?

On the fourth day, he calls you in the free period he knows falls between your Wednesday lectures. When you answer, Rindou mistakes your sing-song hello for the voicemail you have relegated him to recently. You apologize for not having time to talk, squeezing more words into a breath than humanly plausible as you explain your packed study schedule. You promise to see him soon before you hang up.

You sounded fine on the phone. The same voice, light and airy like spring personified, that Rindou knows so well.

But you are not fine.

The ice wall between you thaws a little in the second week when Rindou reminds you that he bought tickets to the Inaba/Salas tour. Again, you surprise him by joining as planned at the stadium. Throughout the concert, you smile and cheer along, and the open delight on your face as you groove to the music invites him to join in the fun. At the end of the night, he drives you home to where you swear your mom is waiting. He kisses you breathless in the front seat of his car. You sigh hot and sticky into his mouth, notched into the crook of his shoulder like you have carved a space for yourself there, and whisper “Sir” with more fervor than a prayer. Everything seems fine.

But you are not fine.

Only a few days later, you agree to a date. The familiarity as he texts you details and soaks up your liberal usage of emojis relaxes him into thinking all is well. He takes you ice skating at Tokyo Midtown Gardens. With your little gloved hand in his, you half carry each other around the rink, equally graceless without the surety of solid ground. Rindou laughs more than he has for two weeks. You both fall again and again, Rindou toppling each time so as to shield your body from the worst of it. As you sprawl on top of him, padded from head to toe in winter wear, you promise to kiss his purple bruises better and call him your hero. Back at his apartment, you do just that, licking and kissing every part of his body, losing track of time. The trains stop running, so you sleep where you belong in the cradle of his arms. He wakes up at 6AM to the sound of you shuffling, halfway out the door citing an early start to the day. You would have left without a goodbye, but at his groggy inquiry, you tell him you are fine.

But you are not fine.

Rindou wants to confront you about the change. He hates playing stupid games more than accusations or tears and would rather have it out at this point. But, whenever you visit, he never broaches the subject. Because you are so singularly you! And fuck it. He misses you. The contrast between seeing you fives time a week and this drought is stark. Now, when you leave, you don’t send him dumb memes or answer his calls to talk about your day. You don’t rush to make plans to see him again either, and Rindou knows he can’t accept your lame excuses anymore. Something is fundamentally broken.

For the first time in maybe ever, Rindou throws himself into his work. The timing is convenient with recent developments, so he offers to take the meetings outside the perimeter of Tokyo when before he might have dragged his feet. He personally briefs Takeomi every day. When Kakucho mentions a security threat in passing, Rindou volunteers to help even though it falls well outside his purview. Anything to keep the body active.

You had come to fill up the hours of his day, to be the dessert he could look forward to after a meal of veggies. Rindou can’t comprehend how he used to fill the interminable hours between six PM and sleep without your assistance.

So, he works, and he tries not to think about anything much at all.

The plane soars onward without any assistance on his part. The details of the exposed cliff face, jagged and unforgiving, grow clearer by the hour. There will be no escape. When he crashes, Rindou knows he is going to explode.

--

Ran once said all of Bonten has PTSD in one form or another. Overexposure to high stress, life-or-death situations puts too much stress on the adrenal system, so now half the executives drop to their stomachs when a car misfires, stand with their backs flat to the nearest wall in every new room, avoid crowds like some people avoid traffic tickets. Rindou considers himself free of this affliction, but on the road, hands flexing on the steering wheel and eyes split between mirrors like a car might strike out into his lane at any moment, he is every bit as activated.

The hour is late, creeping towards midnight when Rindou pulls onto the expressway. There are predictably few passenger cars sharing the road. Semitrucks kick up a mist of rain that obscures his windshield.

To fill the sleepless hours, Rindou is developing all kinds of new habits. Driving, brain preciously blank to all but the threat of traffic, is one of them. So is going to the office. Just today, he went to the Ueno office of all places rather than watch the hours of the day tick by in his apartment. There is no email unanswered, directive unissued, or memo unread to keep his brain occupied. He wishes there was because his apartment holds as little allure now as it did this this morning.

A notification lights up the display. It’s a reminder that the BDSM club in Roppongi – the one where you first met – is open for play tonight. Rindou palms his cock, and it feels like an animal, a dead one, in his pants. Not even a stir. His mood is too black and distracted to responsibly dom anyone, so he dismisses the notification.

Screeching the tires, Rindou almost misses his exit. He brakes hard down the ramp until he shoots out on a quiet street. At the drab buildings, he does a double take, recognizing the north entrance to Nakano Station.

He has driven straight past his real exit and an extra twenty minutes without noticing to arrive in your neighborhood.

Rindou feels drunk despite not taking a sip of alcohol all day. He pulls into a gas station and refills the tank. While it pumps, he pops his contacts out of sore eyes. Everything blurs like a photograph in soft focus. He closes his eyes against a headache and breathes deep for 120 torturous breaths. Back in the car, he unearths his glasses from the glove compartment. They’re the same style, though a stronger prescription, that he wore as a teen. Catching his reflection in the rearview, Rindou sees the boy he once was. Just as lost, letting things happen around him without a thought, only leaping to action when stronger powers (namely Ran) prompted). Someone who watches as life happens.

Nothing is in his control.

The BDSM club is five minutes closer to Nakano than his apartment, a negligible difference, but after the driving mix-up he changes course. Nostalgia takes the wheel to lead to where you first met, where he has not visited since.

The ticket takers at the theater don’t recognize him, hesitating until he points at the tattoo on his throat. He looks unkempt: hair ratty and unbrushed, jacket slung over his shoulder and button-up crumpled at the ends, and his glasses highlight the eyes of a man who has barely slept in days. It is no surprise that subs don’t flock to him when he enters. He doesn’t look like the all-powerful dom tonight. Best he sits back and watches.

Rindou pays for a full bottle of bourbon, served neat and hard on the taste buds. The club is busy as it’s Saturday, and couples and groups clog the four stages. There are no tables left close enough for a view of the action, so Rindou stands in the corner, taking heavy swigs straight from the bottle until his stomach cramps.

There is little variety on stage. Three doms whip, cane, and flog their subs. All older man with younger women. They are impersonal, showing perfunctory delight at the infliction of pain. These are the kinds of scenes that bore him when done without finesse.

On the fourth stage, he recognizes Lady X, a domme he knows from many shared nights spent just like this, bringing women to their knees. Lost in his memories is Lady X’s real name. Yuzu something…Yuzuriha? Yuzuyu? In the clubs, she always goes by her alias or is called simply Lady, but Rindou remembers her vaguely as the sister of the tenth gen leader of the Black Dragons.

Lady is the antithesis of Rindou as a dom.

If Rindou finds control in manipulating a pliant body and acceptance in a sub’s embrace of his touch, whether it offers pain or pleasure, Lady finds release in giving her subs what they want. Where Rindou hoards women’s orgasms like precious jewels, flaunting his ownership of them only to hide them away again, Lady distributes them like cheap birdseed, doling out orgasm after orgasm to her thankful subs. Eventually said thanks turns to pleading, as one orgasm becomes four and the pleasure twists to something monumental. Lady then ups the vibrator or nips the woman’s clit with blunt teeth because, as she told Rindou once over a drink at this very bar, her goal in every scene is to create a world where her subs’ worst problem is the existence of too much pleasure, not its absence, nor its inverse, pain.

Tonight, Lady commands the largest audience of patrons. No surprise there as she strikes quite the picture herself, tall and lovely in a pencil skirt as she brings three subs on stage to piteous tears. Rindou slides closer to her stage for a better look.

Suspended in a harness of ropes, the first sub weeps wretchedly. There is a hitachi wand held to her clit. The setting must be high because the buzz travels from the stage to his ears. The woman cries but does not beg for mercy. There is the sheen of the acolyte behind her eyes, like she might commit unspeakable acts if they only bring her back here to Lady’s ropes and generous toys.

A second sub at her side stands restrained but not suspended. Her arms are tied above her, so that she can do nothing while Lady strokes her cock. Lady’s little hand smears messily over the tip, which is an inflamed red. There is a puddle of cum on the floor from the woman’s past orgasms. Little drips of semen harden on her legs. Every touch must hurt, but Lady keeps playing with the tip, forcing her back to hardness whether she likes it or not.

The third sub is just an ass in the air. A perfect ass at that.

Bent over a wooden block and shackled at the ankle, so that her legs are to the audience, the sub’s pussy is spread wide around a vibrator taped to her clit. Her feet kick ineffectually against her restraints, little trembles jiggling her thighs.

Rindou enjoys watching Lady work, so self-assured, so competent at bringing her subs to the brink and past. His eyes stray again and again to the pretty ass in the air. A stir in his pants makes him question his decision to abstain tonight. It has been over a week of his own hand.

After fifteen minutes of more of the same, Lady releases the first two subs from their ropes and cuffs. They are felled heaps on the stage, panting in puddles of their own slick and cum. Lady rounds to the third sub, leaning toward that hidden face in private conversation. Then she stands, and sighs for the audience’s benefit.

“Here I am being so generous, telling this slut to cum as many times as she wants, and she hasn’t cum once! What to do?”

Lady answers her own question by crouching down in front of the sub’s spread pussy and burying her whole face in it. There is a lull in the music, and Rindou can hear just how lewdly Lady laves that pussy with her tongue. Her fingers stretch the sub’s hole at a brutal pace. The woman keens loudly and kicks her feet again. Everything from her little naked toes to canting hips look beautiful in the throws of overstimulation.

Of course, Rindou knows without knowing. A presentiment colors the scene. He leans forward with interest, compelled toward that wet cunt, not wanting to miss a moment of the action, but his stomach sickens too. He ignores the sensation, blames the bourbon warming its way down his belly.

Lady tuts as the sub continues to hang on the precipice without teetering over.

She turns to the audience and says, “Little slut is having a hard time coming without permission from her old dom. Isn’t that the most pathetic thing you’ve ever heard? Why don’t you let her know she has permission to cum? Tell her to squirt all over my hand.”

Eager to join in more actively, the crowd of about thirty hoot and holler in encouragement, mixing in obscenities about the sub’s wet cunt and place beneath Lady’s toys. Rindou claps along.

Four fingers slam in and out of that sloppy hole, and the time between shakes and cries from the sub evaporates until she is blubbering at the stimulation. Lady yanks her up by the hair to gift her the added sting at her scalp, and it pushes the sub over the edge.

Correction: it pushes you over the edge.

Because Rindou knows that ass, and he knows those toes, and even at a distance with the lights too bright and a row of people in front of him, he knows that pretty pussy, too. That pretty pussy now clenches around Lady’s fingers in an orgasm far too long and powerful for your overstimulated body.

Rindou watches your face screw up in pain and tears, an expression just as familiar to him. It is an expression that should belong solely to him.

All three subs follow Lady dutifully off stage after your orgasm finally settles. She bundles you all in blankets, heaping compliments and affection down on you as is your due after such a trying scene. Rindou hovers within earshot as Lady pets your head and rubs a tear from your check. Twenty minutes elapse as you come out of subspace, during which time Rindou drains half the bottle of bourbon.

“I look like a racoon. I’m gonna head to the bathroom and fix my makeup,” you laugh, pointing at the streaks of mascara that paint your cheeks.

You replace the blanket with an overcoat to shield your nakedness then weave your way through the crowd. Compliments on your performance rain down from all sides. Rindou shadows your step. Not far from the bathroom, you drop your phone. When you turn to pick it up off the floor, Rindou is there, already scooping it off the ground.

“Rin – Rindou!” you yelp.

“Not trying to scare you,” Rindou says immediately, defensively, and he passes the phone back to you without even scanning the lock screen for a peek at your messages. “Just saw you and wanted to say hey.”

“Well, hey…um…”

“You might wanna fix your makeup. You’ve got…” Rindou gestures at the cakey residue you already know is there, and you curse.

“Yeah, sorry. I need to go to the bathroom and deal with this.”

“I’ll come with you,” Rindou says, opening the door for you.

“Rindou, you can’t come in here with me,” you whisper.

He almost tells you it’s his club and he can do whatever he wants, but Rindou wears his secrecy like a second skin and only smirks at your worries before following you into the women’s bathroom. It is a six-stall affair with a wall mirror above the sinks. He can hear a woman pee behind the door of one stall, but he ignores the stranger’s presence as you ignore his, turning to the mirrors.

“You did good up there. Looked like you had a lot of tension to work out, which isn’t surprising considering all the studying you’ve been doing. Didn’t you have a paper due this week?” Rindou prompts.

You rub dry fingertips against your cheeks. When that doesn’t work, you wad up three paper towels, wet from the sink, and scrub.

“Yeah, I had a paper on Bashō’s references to music and instrumentation in his poems, which was due on Thursday. It could have been a lot worse honestly. I like the subject, and I thought my first draft was good for once. Of course, I had a complete breakdown on Wednesday after dreaming that the paper was really supposed to be about Nishiyama Sōin and that I’d miscited every source in there, but um, I managed to calm myself down.”

“Good. I don’t know why you always have nightmares about your papers. You always get an A.”

“Not always,” you say darkly.

The woman in the occupied stall hurries out, casting a few curious glances Rindou’s way as she washes her hands. She doesn’t dry them, leaving little splatters of water on the counter. Then, they are truly alone.

“Are you planning to stick around now that you finished your scene? Can’t imagine you wanna do another after that? It looked intense.”

“You really watched that?” you ask.

“Most of it,” he confirms. “You did good.”

“Thanks,” you say without looking at him. You dry your hands while staring at your now streak-free reflection in the mirror.

“If you don’t wanna stay, I could take you home. Or, if you’re hungry, I know a 24/7 breakfast place not far from here. You never eat enough after a scene,” Rindou says.

“Um, I’m good…Have you been coming here often?”

“No, it’s my first time in forever. You?” he asks in a tone that just misses casual.

“It’s my second time in the last two weeks. I’m kind of trying out stuff right now,” you say.

“Trying out stuff…” he tests the words.

“Are you okay? You look a little tense.”

Normally, Rindou chooses his words with precision, but he finds himself unable to process his surroundings. He exists somewhere outside his body, outside his brain, outside this room entirely. He peers down on the scene almost like a security camera, removed and distant. No, rather more like footage from a security camera, viewed days after the fact in a little room by someone who neither knows nor understands the context of the scene. Trying to think through the likely consequences of his words or choosing an alternative phrase, he finds his thoughts vaporous and ungraspable. So, he simply speaks.

“I didn’t like it.”

“Like what? Watching me with someone else?” you say quickly.

He grunts because that’s easier than searching for any kind of answer.

“You said we could fuck other people.”

“I know. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Rindou agrees. It is the correct and automatic response, but he can’t resist tacking on the truth at the end. “I didn’t like watching.”

“Well, that’s flattering at least,” you mutter.

In a different reality, one where he sent you up there with a pat on the ass, he might have liked watching Lady work your cunt up to a waterfall before returning you to him, still hovering on the precipice, edged and needy. He might have liked teasing you all night with the possibility of an orgasm. But he did not like watching you cum for someone else. Not without his permission. Even with a filmy gauze slowing down his brain from the half bottle of bourbon, he knows that much.

“We’re not okay, are we?” Rindou asks.

“No, Rindou. We are not okay.”

“Well, can we talk about it?”

“I don’t know. Can we talk about it without you making me feel like a complete idiot?” you snap.

A woman pushes open the door to the bathroom, but upon hearing the direction of your conversation, she turns right around, leaving you to a privacy tinged by history. The door creaks back into place with a choked slam.

“Like a…? You’re not an idiot?” Rindou insists.

“I know I’m not an idiot! I have spent the last few weeks going back and forth between feeling so sad and then so goddamn angry with you! Because I know that I could not have been more chill about things if I had a lobotomy to remove my frontal cortex first! I was so cool about everything, so understanding, so kind, and you treated me like, like some fucking bother you had to get out of the way!”

The first feeling to reemerge from the confused pit you dumped him in is embarrassment at himself as he is admittedly slow on the uptake, stuttering out, “Wait…this isn’t about…? This is about our conversation at my apartment?”

“Yes!” you hiss, hands flapping emphatically and voice echoing off the tile. The overcoat swallows you whole, a sea of black fabric trailing the floor, but somehow you stand tall within it. “Yes! I came that night so prepared to listen to your side of things and be reasonable and empathetic and all the rest, and you treated me like I was a hysterical child that you had to manage. Far be it from me to criticize the great Rindou! Not that I even did criticize you before you were jumping down my throat. I am not unreasonable. I am not hysterical. And I am not a child. I did not appreciate being treated like I was.”

Rindou remembers back to the hours before you arrived at his apartment that day. How he’d been so sure you would accuse him of cheating or play mind games to negate your own jealousy. The whole time you were there, he maintained that sureness even when you acted contrary to those expectations.

It, he admits, hadn’t been fair.

Worse, it may have been patronizing.

He groans, not at you but at the memory, and rubs a hand over his face. “Fuck, yeah, yeah, you’re probably right. I see that. I didn’t want you to blow things out of proportion, so I tried to shut you down before you could. But I guess I acted like a prick.”

“A prick might be understating it. I came to you to have a conversation in good faith, and you made me feel so…small. Insignificant. Like, I’m just this easy thing to you. Like you could use and discard me, so I better shut my mouth before you throw me away.”

Rindou opens his mouth to give a rebuttal-like reassurance that you are wrong about your supposed disposability to him, but you plow forward, pointed finger punctuating every word, which is a welcome distraction from the look of raw pain on your face. It is like the sun. Too painful to look at directly.

“I know what that feels like, Rindou, because I’ve been treated that way before. I’m young and people call me sweet, and that means people think I’m stupid or superficial, but I’m not. I’m capable of dealing with the hard things and having the hard conversations, and I do not deserve to be treated like I’m too naïve to know how things work.”

There is a layer of grime on his tongue. He focuses on how foreign it feels in his mouth rather than the thumping organ in his ribcage. The way his heart races and the room feels too small is not dissimilar to the sensations he feels when someone fires a gun, when his life is momentarily suspended. A kind of physical panic that quickly settles into alertness.

He breathes deep, calming. Rindou smells the antibacterial soap and weak air freshener blowing from the vents. The colors of the room appear saturated, more contrast and more details accessible to the eye. Most importantly, he sees you clearly. The veins of your throat strain as if bursting with tension your body can’t contain. There are new smudges at the edges as tiny tears wet your eyeline. There is every emotion in those eyes from disgust to anger to sadness, but most of all, there is a question lingering there as you silently beg him to answer: where can we go from here?

“I have never thought of you as some easy thing. I fucked up. I don’t know what was going on in my head that day, but you’re right. I wasn’t seeing you. I should have shut my fucking mouth and listened. I’m sorry.”

Relief warms your eyes.

“I accept your apology,” you say.

“Really?” Rindou asks. After weeks of brewing resentment and your impassioned speech, he didn’t expect a speedy turnaround no matter how many pretty speeches he made himself.

“Yeah, I don’t like being angry. It takes a lot of energy,” you half laugh.

The abrupt about face from anger to laughter throws into stark relief that the is very drunk and very tired.  Beneath that, Rindou recognizes a more abstract emotion, too: happiness.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner. I didn’t realize what you were upset about,” Rindou says, and then he adds helpfully. “Because I’m stupid. Thanks for forgiving me.”

“Yeah, you are stupid, but I figure you deserve a little grace because this was the first time in six months that you disrespected me. So long as you never treat me that way again. Seriously. My mother taught me to never put up with that from anyone,” you say.

“On my honor,” Rindou vows. “So, can I buy you something to eat now?”

The happiness explodes out like a shaken soda bottle. One second, he’s filled to the brim with it, and the next it’s gone, bubbling to nothing on the tile because you don’t say yes. Instead, you stare grimly at the wall, all traces of reconciliation gone as you clutch the sleeves of your overcoat tight.

He wonders if his apology is not enough, if he might prove his sincerity to you in some other way. If you were Mikey, he would cut off his pinky. He would gladly gift you the ring, index, and middle fingers of his left hand, too, if you demanded them. But fingers out of the question, he has nothing to give you to prove himself, and you don’t say yes.

“Rindou…I do accept your apology for insulting me, but that’s not all…The truth is, I tried to be cool about it, but I’ve had weeks to think, and…I’m not okay with things going back to how they were if you are dating or hell, sleeping with other people. I’m jealous and hurt. And I can’t accept it,” you say.

“It’s normal to be jealous,” Rindou tries, tone bracing and supportive. “I got jealous today, but I worked through it. I’ve been a dom since I was nineteen, and I’ve never been tied down to one person before. It’s not the way I know how to do things. That’s why I didn’t make any promises when we got together. I didn’t cheat on –”

“Please don’t start that again! I know! I know you technically didn’t do anything wrong. And I know that I can’t make you stop seeing other people. It’s your relationship, too, and you can have your boundaries, but…”

“But?”

“But if I can’t ask you to stop seeing other people, then you can’t ask me to keep loving you.”

You clap a hand to your mouth as if shocked by the confession, or like you might herd the words back into your mouth where they will remain unspoken. But it is too late. He can count on one hand the number of times anyone has told him they loved him, and he will not forget this.

“Baby…” Rindou tries to reach for you, but you scramble away, and now tears fall down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, but that’s the problem, ya know? It hasn’t just been sex or hanging out for me. What we were doing, for me at least, was love, and it hurts too much to love someone who…I tried to take a step back, just have fun with you every once in a while, but there’s no medicine for falling in love, and every time I saw your stupid face, my heart started doing backflips. It doesn’t listen to me when I tell it we shouldn’t love you anymore. And that’s why…”

Your face blurs. It takes Rindou several confused seconds to realize his eyes are wet and blink the moisture away. When you reappear, you have steeled your nerves for the finishing blow.

“That’s why I don’t want to see you anymore. I need space and time to get over you, so um, please just stop calling and texting and all the rest. Just stop.”

Your face blurs again, and this time Rindou knows it’s because his eyes are watering. He blames his stupid glasses. He needs a stronger prescription.

There is no such excuse for your tears that drip past your chin to land on your collar. You wipe fruitlessly at the leakage, too slow to stimmy their fall.

If you say anything after that, Rindou doesn’t hear you over the ringing in his ears. Three women enter the bathroom arm-in-arm and immediately jabber at him about how he isn’t welcome, like three harpies sent to drive him away. Rindou doesn’t fight them as they push him out the door with their words.

Outside in the club, in the dark and music, far from the bright quiet of the bathroom, Rindou feels like he’s stepped onto the surface of Mars. Like he’s planets away from where you are, and he might as well be.

He doesn’t know how to find his way back to you because he stands now amid the wreckage, engine on fire, wings cracked. The plane has finally crashed.

A/N: entering my villain era

"'I was always watching you.' This could have been a breathless declaration of love or a final farewell." - Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool: Three Novellas

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou smut #rindou x reader smut #rindou haitani

[ihrtomi]

*give him my hand* Thank you Hanagaki for helping me. Good luck with your mission, I am sure you will save Mikey

-Takeomi

Pssst psttt

Time had passed Takemichi had returned to his child when he was only 1 year old, the years passed and he had managed to accomplish one thing, that Ambre was born much earlier, but as soon as he had achieved this feat he lost sight of it, it was untraceable so he decided to focus on his 2nd objective, Mikey. Takemichi is now 17 years old and he is in high school, the Toman remained the Toman, but Ambre remains untraceable, she should be 20 now and she should be the same age as Izana and his friends

*walk in the streets after school with my friend, Yuki, and my boyfriend, i mean my boyfriend of the moment who is absolutely ugly, immature and not even funny but I always wait a month to see if I fall in love or not, and this man is really popular I don’t know why, it’s just a bad boy who is part of a gang, Toman*

#꒰♡ ˚₊ ˴ takeomi anon #haaaaaaaaa #ok ok #so it’s a really plot twist #but I want it to be cool like the first one #so yeah #everyone is safe here

[sweet-seishu]

They want to get back together, and you take them back - Bonten (Pt. 1)

Feat: Ran, Rin, Mikey, Kakucho

Warnings: crack, fluff, suggestive for Ran but nothing explicit, probably all ooc 😅

A/n: I tried my best. This is connected to this

Pt. 2 (Sanzu, Takeomi, Koko)

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #ran haitani #rindou haitani #manjiro sano #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #bonten ran #bonten rindou #bonten mikey #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers smau #tokrev smau #bonten kakucho #kakucho hitto #kakucho hitto x reader #~katie writes○●

[maenjiro]

blow in blow out 𖦹 scenario

ft. takeomi x gn!reader

a/n: carrying on with the oral scenario from the nsfw alphabet i posted earlier bc i could think about 9999 different ways to give omi head and each and everyone of them would make me a better person.

cw: oral (giving)

recap.

sometimes he might be selfish with oral but he loves receiving more than giving. having you between his legs making the prettiest noises while he's laying down on his bed, cigarette loosely kept between his lips and his hands in your hair It's just pure bliss. [...]

takeomi's puffs are deep and slow and his eyes are closed savoring the feeling of your tongue trailing the underside of his cock. you love laying down between his legs, sucking him off and help him relax. it's always so intense, bobbing your head up and down, feeling all of him, his sensitive throbbing length and how hot and heavy he is on your tongue, it goes to your head.

his hands are stroking your hair gently but it's not enough, you wish he would put more pressure, hell even grip on your hair for support, you just want more. you need more.

you pull away, your chin sticky with spit mixed with precum and glassy eyes looking up at him, "omi, i want you to fuck my mouth."

the way his cock twitches and spills even more precum it's so cute. his cigarette almost drops on the bed as you flatten your tongue against his tip to taste it, putting some pressure on the slit because you know he's on the edge and you love seeing him flexing his thighs trying to keep his composure. you leave a loud kiss on his tip and the resulting groan that leaves his mouth makes your core pulse for him.

when you take him in your mouth again, aching to feel him in your throat, he slowly starts to thrust, he's afraid he's gonna hurt you but he can feel how desperate and eager you are for him and that's the only thing that matters to him.

"fuck baby, yes." his thrusts start to get more and more erratic and now he's close. takeomi brushes his pointer finger against your swollen lips as he pushes his cock in and out, such a pretty view just for him.

you moan looking up again and that's the breaking point for him. he finishes in your mouth. his hands go back in place right on cue stroking your hair as you keep working your tongue, milking him.

a/n: and this is the kind of choking i deserve. omi bby don't be shy make me feel your hands when i'm going down on you, thank you.

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #takeomi smut #takeomi x reader #akashi smut #takeomi headcanons #tokrev smut #𓏲 𓂃 ✒️ ❛ writing ༉‧₊ #feat:// takeomi #writing:// tokrev

[p-antomime]

┊☆.  black dragon. — all generations.

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 柴. : yuzuha.

She wants what?!

Bunny H♡le — feat. shiba family!

lingerie 4 her, her, her!

ab imo pectore.

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 柴. : taiju.

No? Nothing?

Bunny H♡le — feat. shiba family!

Old Habits.

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 佐野. : shinchiro.

when he hesitates...

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 明司. : takeomi.

Poly relationship with Akashi brothers.

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 今牛. : wakasa.

Glass Dome.

Only S. knows.

Morning sex with Wakasa!

Call.

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 荒師. : keizō.

Thoughts on Keizo Arashi!

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 乾. : seishu.

Poly relationship with Koko & Inupi.

What's better than a puppyboy?

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 黒川. : izana .

Oh, may I come in? ┊ PART I; PART II, PART III.

straight to number one.

doctor!izana.

Poly relationship with Izana, Ran & Hanma.

⠀⠀ 𔘓 . 一. : kokonoi.

Poly relationship with Koko & Inupi.

exhibitonism with ran, hanma & koko!

Flaming Red Moon.

peek-a-boo!┊with mikey, haitani bros & sanzu.

#، 𐀔 — m.list ᵎ

[kbaji]

❝ 𝐓𝐑 𝚩𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝚨𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝚩 𝐓𝚮𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈’𝐕𝚬 𝐒𝚨𝐈𝐃׃ 𝚩𝐎𝐍𝐓𝚬𝐍 𝚬𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ❞ FEAT. M.SANO, H.SANZU, KAKUCHO, R.HAITANI, RIN.HAITANI, H.KOKONOI, T.AKASHI

w. sfw, again—painfully ooc, texting format, kakucho listened to 1d and cried when they broke up

n. even though i don’t write for takeomi, i added him to even the post out

PART I, PART II, NAVIGATION, MASTERLIST ⋆ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

MANJIRO SANO, HARUCHIYO SANZU

MANJIRO SANO: i think god has abandoned me — josi and i were painting and i messed up so i stopped and started throwing one of those mochi toys at the wall and said that out of nowhere. it was a fun night.

HARUCHIYO SANZU: bibble is god — self-explanatory, no further commentary is needed.

KAKUCHO, RAN HAITANI, RINDOU HAITANI

KAKUCHO: call me one direction because i’m fireproof — i have no idea that i said this until josi told me, i think we were driving and blasting 1d after getting manga???

RAN HAITANI: “i can hear your heartbeat” is it beating? — josi and i were cuddling and she said that she could hear my heart and i genuinely asked if it was beating. i then forgot how to breathe and it was a interesting moment

RINDOU HAIATNI: if i were to get a dog or cat i’d name it, a name — josi adopted a cat and i was talking about wanting one. i then paused for a good minute before saying i’d name them “a name”

HAJIME KOKONOI, TAKEOMI AKASHI

HAJIME KOKONOI: you are not ranch because you are not dressing — josi, her roommate, and i were eating in her living room and the other roommate’s cat fucking stole one of my french fries when i wasn’t looking. i was eating my fries with ranch (it’s good stfu) and i kinda just said that?? yeah idk???

TAKEOMI AKASHI: i use to be a smoker i can’t do this — one, i use to smoke/vape (still do lowk) but i stopped for awhile last year and two, over the summer there was a deflated pool floaty and me being the alpha i am, started blowing it up. i was out of breath asf, stopped blowing it up to say that, then continued to blow it up. i don’t know where the floaty went tho rip

#kaku is a directioner #p writes #sfw #multi character #!%.tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers angst #bonten tokyo revengers #bonten x y/n #bonten x you #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers bonten #bonten smut #bonten fluff #bonten angst #tokyo revengers crack #tokyo revengers texts #tokrev fanfic #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

The short adventures of Bonten's No4: the 9 members of Bonten vs 1 spider 🕷

Bonten x f reader

Warnings: Slight manga spoilers, suggestive themes, nudity, really big spiders, Sanzu goes feral with a sword

Summery: Y/N is Bonten's first female member, she's their skilled and deadly No4. But there are some things she can't deal with, especially things with eight legs.

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This chapter is dedicated to the really big spider which ran across my room, I sincerely hope I never see you again.

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Chapter 8: the 9 members of Bonten vs 1 spider

The disaster struck on cleaning day, the monthly day where the cleaners Koko hired would turn up and clean bonten hq from head to toe. They were always meticulous with their cleaning, refusing to leave even a single inch dirty. They even perfectly cleaned the interrogation room, a feat which no ordinary person could accomplish, leaving everyone to wonder where Koko even found these cleaners.

Although you appreciate the clean work environment you also hate cleaning day with a passion. Unfortunately the cleaners would always kick you and everyone else out of your offices, leaving you all to work in the meeting room together. But because of this not much work ever got done on cleaning days.

And to make matters worse Mikey, Sanzu and Koko had left for the day, having an important meeting to attend. Even if he did take Sanzu with him, without Mikey's watchful eyes it was going to be a recipe for disaster.

--

You claim your seat quickly in the meeting room, hoping to just be left alone so you can finish your report. However luck isn't on your side as immediately after sitting down you put your headphones on, only to have them suddenly tugged off again.

"Is this seat taken?"

You curse as you glance up to see Ran smiling down at you. There's no way you're getting stuck sitting next to him for the whole day so you quickly grab the chair, nodding to say it's already taken. Ran frowns at you, before questioning who you were saving a seat for. Your mind goes blank for a minute until you notice Takeomi walking in. You quickly call out his name and wave him over, pretending the seat was for him all along.

Takeomi is pleasantly surprised by your sudden invitation but happily accepts the seat, smirking at Ran as he sits down. Leaving Ran to take an empty seat on the other side of the table. It's only a small victory but it's bound to make your day a lot easier.

Kakucho arrives next, taking the empty seat next to Ran, followed by Rindou then eventually Mochi. Everything starts off well enough, with everyone typing away on their laptops, actually doing work. But as the hours continue to pass by boredom starts to set it, completely derailing some members work.

Rindou is the first to fall victim, quickly swapping his laptop for his phone, smiling like some kind of lovestruck fool at it. You clench your teeth wondering what he's looking at. Unfortunately Ran notices your stares directed at his brother and immediately brings it to everyone's attention.

"Hey Y/N, what's suddenly so interesting about Rindou?"

You glare, while Rindou tears his eyes away from his phone, a guilty expression momentarily on his face before he masks it. Which only makes you more suspicious, you're definitely going to push the topic now.

"I was just wondering what was so important that he could stop working for?"

Kakucho sighs, already anticipating the argument which is about to break out. But before Rindou has a chance to respond, Mochi rips the phone from his hands before throwing it over to you. Not expecting the throw you go to dodge the flying phone instead. But before the phone can smash against the wall Takeomi manages to catch it. Rindou breathes a sigh of relief before getting up and marching over to Takeomi to demand his phone back.

But instead of passing it back Takeomi starts going through it, also curious as to what Rindou was looking at. His eyes going wide when he realises what had Rindou smiling like that.

"Give it back!"

"Hang on, I'm sending some of these pics to myself first."

You try to crane your neck to see but Takeomi expertly moves the phone to shield the pictures from your prying eyes.

Both you and Rindou lose patience at the same time and jump on Takeomi, both wanting the phone. Ran quickly gets up to support his brother while Kakucho attempts to break the fight up. Everyone is so caught up in the fight that they fail to notice the eight legged terror enter the room until a very girly scream rings out.

Kakucho immediately grabs you by the shoulders, intensely looking you over, demanding to know where you were hurt.

"Nowhere, I wasn't the one who screamed."

Everyone looks around at each other, confused as to who screamed if it wasn't you. Until Mochi screams again, this time pointing at the very big spider crawling along the floor.

Panic immediately rips through the room as various shouts and screams break out. You're quick to jump on Takeomi, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his shoulders for dear life. Although also freaking out, Takeomi is quick to support you as he climbs on top of the meeting room table.

The various other members of Bonten are quick to notice your position on the table and are all quick to scramble up to join you. You all stand silently on the table, eyes glued to the spider crawling along the floor.

It's Takeomi's cough which drags you out from your spider panic, suddenly feeling embarrassed about your position, you quickly remove yourself from him. Giving Takeomi a small awkward thanks as you untangle your limbs from him.

You shudder as you watch the spider continue to invade the meeting room. Which unfortunately only gets you attention from Ran, who puts his arm around you. Pulling you in close then declaring that he'll protect you. You vaguely wonder if you can just sacrifice him to the spider instead.

"So now what?"

Everyone pauses at Mochi's question, nobody knowing what to do about the spider. Until Rindou suggests calling someone for help, of course the only people you could call are Mikey, Koko and Sanzu all of which are currently busy in a meeting. Before they left they specifically said to only call in case of an emergency. You all fall into silence again, contemplating calling them or not, wondering what the consequences would be.

This time Ran breaks the silence, getting his phone out and dialling for Mikey before anyone can stop him.

"Hey Mikey, we have an emergency here, we need you all to get back here right away."

Ran suddenly turns to the rest of you, gesturing for you all to make it more believable. Rindou starts screaming first, followed by you, Takeomi and Mochi, while Kakucho looks on in horror. Ran gives you all the thumbs up before putting the phone down, it seems your trick worked, help is on the way.

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You're not sure how long you all stood on that table for before the meeting room door swung open.

Koko confidently walks into the room before faltering as soon as he lays eyes on all of you. His annoyed expression warps into one of confusion as he questions why you're all standing on the meeting room table. Whatever answer he was expecting he definitely didn't get it as instead of calmly explaining you all start shouting at him to get up on the table.

Koko hearing the urgency in all of Bonten's voices, wastes no time in hurrying over the table and climbing up to join you all. Koko doesn't even get a chance to re ask his question before Kakucho motions for him to be quiet before pointing at the spider and whispering the situation to Koko.

The spider meanwhile definitely cannot hear any of you and even if it could cannot understand the human language, making all these efforts entirely useless. But that doesn't stop all of you from whispering to each other and trying to stay quiet.

"Where's Mikey and Sanzu?"

You questioned, once you realised Koko wasn't going to be of any help. Koko just shakes his head in response.

"They're not coming, they sent me instead."

You groan as you realise you're all back to square one, being stuck on a table with no help coming.

"There has to be someone else we can call right? Koko you came here to help us so call someone else."

Mochi's question fills you with hope, I mean there has to be someone you can all call right? But that hope is quickly destroyed as Koko frowns before explaining he doesn't know anyone who could help, he then goes on to explain he used to depend on someone called Inupi to deal with spiders and bugs.

You're not sure who Inupi is but you quickly understand he could be your only chance out of this situation. So you throw your dignity aside and get on your knees, begging Koko to call this guy for help.

"Please Koko, I'll do anything!"

Ran let's out a whistle as Koko's eyes widen in shock as he takes in your begging form. But it doesn't work, Koko hesitantly shakes his head, trying to explain that he hasn't spoken to his friend in years, that he can't just call him up.

It takes Mochi flinching and pointing out the spiders moving to change Koko's mind. Suddenly he whips his phone out, quickly dialing the number of the unknown man. But just as you thought you were saved, disaster struck.

"The spiders crawling up the table!"

Those six words yelled out by Takeomi sends the room into chaos as everyone attempts to jump off the table as fast as possible.

You all end up in a heap on the floor, your face dangerously close to Kakucho's who just stares at you with wide eyes. Though you're quickly pulled up by a jealous looking Rindou. Who wastes no time in supposedly checking you over for injuries, by touching you everywhere until you manage to pull away from his grip.

"Uhh does anyone see the spider?"

Your eyes immediately dart around the room, stomach sinking as you realise you can't see the danger anywhere. Your colleagues all going through the same despair as you.

Once you realise the spider truly has gone missing, you look down at yourself. What if it's on you somewhere? You've seen those videos of people being unaware while having a huge spider on them. Could it be on you somewhere?

You quickly rip your jacket off, frantically shaking it to search for the spider.

"Y/N's right, it could be in our clothes...."

You glance up to find everyone watching you, a blush appearing on your face as you assume they're mocking you in some way. But to your suprise they start stripping instead, you hastily cover your eyes.

"What are you guys doing!?"

"What does it look like? We're making sure the spider isn't on us."

Ran sounds far too happy with his response but now isn't the time to start a fight with him. Instead you give them five minutes before peeking from behind your hands. You thought you gave them plenty of time to strip and put their clothes back on but instead of seeing them dressed you see them all standing around in their understand.

You curse and re cover your eyes as you question them on their bizarre behaviour. Kakucho answer's you, simply stating that the spider can't crawl on their clothes if they're not wearing any. You pause for a minute, trying to come up with any holes in their logic, any reason for them to put their clothes back on. But your brain betrays you, instead thinking of all the sculpted bodies standing behind you. You gulp, as if the spider wasn't bad enough now you have to deal with this awkward situation too.

You're interupted from your thoughts when you feel someone tugging your shirt up from behind, exposing your back. You quickly attempt to pull your shirt back down but it's no use, whoever is trying to pull it up is stronger. So instead you turn around and immediately kick Ran, making him let go of your shirt.

Ran winces slightly before covering it up, instead laughing at your reaction and explaining that he was only trying to help you.

"After all the spider could be on you without you even knowing it."

Now it's your turn to wince as you start feeling phantom spiders legs crawling all over you. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself, it's probably all in your head.......

But what if it isn't?

"Turn around!"

Koko, Mochi and Kakucho are quick to follow your request, while Takeomi takes a little longer. However it's the Haitani brother's who are the problem, both refusing to look away until Kakucho grabs their heads, forcibly turning them. You send a quick prayer that no one will peek before you start undressing until you're left in only your bra and panties.

You quickly shake your clothes until you're sure there's no spider before breathing a sigh of relief. At least you can put your clothes back on now. You're about to step back into your skirt when you see it, a small dark coloured body on the floor running towards you.

You let out a shriek, immediately ditching your clothes and running. The others immediately turn around, drawing guns and various other weapons at the sound of your screams. But instead of shooting they let out their own screams when they realise the spider's running towards them.

It's Takeomi who opens the door to the supply closet, none of you hesitating to rush inside, hoping to hide from the spider. Leaving you all to stand there in the dark, cramped closet trying to catch your breaths after all that panicking.

After calming down you suddenly realise just how wrong this whole situation is. You're all stripped down, no one wearing anything aside from underwear and trapped in a small space. You vaguely hope the dark is hiding your blush as you try to ignore the warm bodies you're currently pressed up against.

Though unfortunately the bodies don't seem to be ignoring you, you bite your lip purposely pretending you don't feel the obvious bulge's skimming your thighs and behind. The touches were also a problem, you're pretty sure most of them are accidental, arms and torsos accidentally brushing up against your breasts and midriff as you all shuffle about in the dark.

Along with the heat produced from all the bodies it was all getting rather distracting for you. So you try to focus on other things instead, think about anything other then your current situation. It works for a couple seconds until Koko leans in close whispering something about a noise. His soft words giving you goose bumps and making you shiver.

You bury your face in your hands, you're pressed up against them so you know they felt you shiver too. Thankfully nobody mentions it for a minute, instead everyone stands in silence, thinking.

"So Y/N do you want to-"

"Is that the spider!?"

You interupt whatever Rindou was going to suggest, pretending to see the spider just to get away from the embarrassment. Your lie works as you all stumble out of the closest, frantically waving your arms to check for the "spider".

Though instead of seeing the spider like you expected you were met with a cold pair of dark eyes.

"Why are you all half naked, screaming and running out of a closet?"

You have never been happier to see Mikey before in your life, you nearly run over to hug him before you suddenly remember your current state.

"Well it's- wait is that the spider on Ran's head!?"

Kakucho cuts off his sentence as he stares at Ran in horror. Ran meanwhile freaks out, frantically shaking his head to try and dislodge the spider. While the rest of Bonten are quick to jump back onto the meeting room table, yelling at Ran to stay away.

The room is in chaos when the door is suddenly kicked off it's hinges by a manic looking Sanzu wielding a katana.

"I heard screaming, wheres the threat!?"

In response Sanzu gets a bunch of various words shouted back at him including "Ran", "spider" and "where did you get that katana?"

Sanzu somehow seems to get message and leaps onto the table, using the momentum to catapult himself towards Ran. Unfortunately the table was never supposed to bear this much weight and promptly breaks as Sanzu leaps off, sending you all crashing to the floor. Mikey seems to realise what's going to happen a second before everyone else. Reacting by quickly pulling you towards his chest, cradling your head as you both fall.

Meanwhile Sanzu leaps onto Ran, his katana pointed at his head as he tells Ran to stay still. Ran seeing Sanzu running at him with a sword decides to not stay still and instead makes a break for it, running still in only his underwear out of the meeting room all together.

You can faintly hear the sounds of their screams moving further away as you pick yourself up off of Mikey. Rindou, Kakucho, Takeomi and Mochi all take off running down the corridor, probably trying to stop Sanzu from accidently killing Ran. Leaving you alone with Koko and Mikey. You prioritise pulling your clothes back on as Mikey simply looks around at the now wrecked room.

"Koko you need to get those cleaners in here too."

 

Bonus

Inui stares at his vibrating phone in confusion, an unknown number? He debates whether to pick up or not before ultimately deciding to answer the call. But what he hears on the other end just confuses him more, a bunch of people screaming followed by a falling sound then silence? Inui quickly hangs up the phone as Draken walks in to check up on him.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Just some prank caller."

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[ladyofbonten]

Road trips with the TR characters (groups addition)

Feat: car 1 (Mitsuya, Angry, Hakkai, and Smiley), car 2 (Kisaki, and Hanma), car 3 (Baji, Kazutora, and Chifuyu), car 4 (Takemichi, Hinata, Draken, and Emma), car 5 (Ran, Rindou,  Kokonoi, Takeomi), and car 6 (Mikey, Mochi, Kakucho, and Sanzu).

Genre: slice of life

TW: Cursing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

A/N: This is GN and all charaters are aged up

Tag: @rxnswhxre because I know he’s been looking forward for me posting this <3

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Car 1 (Mitsuya, Angry, Hakkai, and Smiley)

It starts off nice at first

But shit hits the fan not long after with the two babies of the group

I swear you can't sit these two next to each other

EVER

"Scoot over you over grown garden gnome."

"What did you say? And why should you get more space beanpole?"

Your peace and quiet is thrown out the window by then

Smiley doesn't help; he's actually making the situation worse.

Mitsuya is trying his best to get them to stop as he drives.

"Both of you idiots better knock it off before I turn around and we don't go."

You sit in the front next to Mitsuya and turn around facing the three in the back.

"I'm going to say this once and only once. Behave or I'm kicking you all out on the side of the road to walk back home while Takashi and I will enjoy some time away from work and the chaos in the city without you all. Or, we can all go and enjoy the vacation home we all rented out and create some fun memories. Am I getting my point across to you three?"

Your smile alone give them chills and they agree to behave

Mitsuya laughs as he pokes your arm to get your attention

"Thank you for settling them down Y/N."

"Anything for my best friend, 'Kashi."

Its quiet for a moment before the backseat erupts with 3 angry voices

That last comment alone starts a whole other arguement but with the three in the back against you.

Oops

Car 2 ( Kisaki, and Hanma)

It was hell from the moment you got into the car

Not because you get into arguements or don't like anyone in the car

Its because of the way hanma drives

He may be your best friend, but that doesn't mean he'll be a safer driver for you or Kisaki for that matter

He's going 20 over the speeding limit and you leave Kisaki to sit in the front with him

"Remind me why you willingly gave me the front seat again Y/N?"

He turns around with a little tsk mark on the side of his forehead

"Cause if someone is getting taken out by Shuuji first, it won't be me."

You snickered earning a glare from Kisaki

"Hey, you two are ride or dies together, remember? That's your fate you chose knowing how Shuuji drives, not mine, I choose life."

Hanma laughs and turns to look at you guys

"Unless you guys see me panicking, we're fine."

He says as he swerves 2 lanes over to make it to the exit

Kisaki makes eye contact with you through the review mirror before you both silently agree and nod

"Hanma if you don't pull this car over and have Y/N drive, I will yank on the steering wheel."

"Oh, don't threaten me with a good time Kisaki."

"Shuuji I swear-"

He swearves a bit before you smack him upside the head

"I will stop spotting you cigerettes if you don't pull over."

This is when he sighs and pulls over

You take over for the rest of the driving for the remainder of the trip

Car 3 (Baji, Kazutora and Chifuyu)

Do I really need to explain how chaotic this trio is?

You're not even on the road and they're already fighting

Baji and Kazutora were fighting on who gets to sit in the front with you while you drive

I'm older than you, I should be able to sit in the front with Y/N!"

"You're only two months older than me, Kazutora."

Baji says and you watch a vein slowly becoming noticable on his neck as he and 'Tora push each other back and fourth from the passenger door

"Neither of you are sitting in the front because I need 'Fuyu to give me directions to the cabin. So you two, back seat, now."

They both glare at Chifuyu and get in the back

The fighting doesn't stop there though; they're now fighting on the music that is played

"Driver picks the music. Y/N is the one who has to listen to it while we all relax."

Chifuyu says and is met by your smile

"Thank you 'Fuyu. Can you play my road trip playlist?"

You see the two glaring and clear your throat.

"If either of you has a problem with it, please do speak up."

You cock an eyebrow as you quickly glance in the rear view mirror at the two

They both mumble no as they watch the blurry scenery outside the window as you laugh

"Whoever behaves the best can sit up front when we head back home."

This catches both of their attention and you can bet these two will do as you ask just so they can sit with you in the front on the ride home

Car 4 (Draken, Takemichi, Hinata, and Emma)

The most peaceful drive ever

Granted you're hardcore 5th wheeling, you've become their DD and babysitter of the group when you are all together

If its not because Emma and Hinata are both lightweights its because people are trying to start fights with Draken

With these roles you're always prepared even for the unexpected

For example, you guys got one flat tire and another with the nail still in it

"How are we supposed to make sure that the nail doesn't fall out of the other tire?"

Takemichi asks with genuine curiosty.

"We're just going to have to take that chance."

Draken sighs as he replaces the spare with the flate

"Wait, but I have a tire patching kit Draken. All we have to do is make it to a gas station and take the nail out, patch the tire and use the air pump."

"Since when did you have a patching kit, Y/N?"

Draken asked shocked

'Since our last trip and we were stranded in the snow."

You deadpanned and both the girls praise you for being prepared

None of you spoke about that trip afraid of it coming true again

But you however have slowly started buying things for 'Emergencies' during your trips

"Y/N to the rescue! I'm buying them dinner!"

Hinata yells before you all head off on the road again

Not only did your preparation save you from being stranded, but it got you a free dinner too

Car 5 (Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Takeomi)

Not as bad as you think

You sat between the Haitani brothers while Takeomi and Koko were in the front

You were watching Ran be a menace by messing with Rindou in his sleep

"Hey Koko, do you have a pen on you?"

He snickered as he's given a pen and leans over you to reach his brothers sleeping figure

He's hard core focused on drawing on Rindou's face with a mustache and what are supposed to be tattoos

"So, come here often, Y/N?"

He sends a wink at you since both of your faces are within close proximity of one another.

He does this a lot as a joke when he invades your personal space knowing that you'll either go with it or push him away laughing

"You're so stupid for thinking you can flirt with me when you're ruining my best friends face."

"Can't blame me for trying, right?"

You both start laughing and Rindou starts waking up

"Why the hell is Ran's face so close to yours Y/N?"

You and Ran stare at each other before you both say no reason and go back to acting like you didn't let Ran draw on his younger brothers face

He doesn't realize it was done until Takeomi points it out at a gas station where you all get out to stretch your legs

"Nice face tattoos, Haitani."

He chuckles as he lights a cigerette and Koko turns around

He's not very amused by some of the shit that the older Haitani brother does but this he let out a scoff for

"I'm never giving my pen to your brother again."

Lets just say Rindou was less than happy when he saw the handy work his brother left on his face and you were also in trouble as he saw you as an accomplice to his brothers actions

At least you got some good laughs out of it though

Car 6 (Mikey,Mochi, Kakucho and Sanzu)

Where do I begin?

The car ride alone was going to have a 75/25 chance of being a chaotic ride or a peaceful one

You can assume what it is because Sanzu is already as high as a kite and ready to fight god at 8 am

You beeline for the front passanger seat not wanting to deal with his shit so early in the morning leaving both the boss and Mochi to deal with him as Kakucho drives

"Can we stop to get a happy meal from Mc. Donalds?"

"What the fuck? Haru, no. We need to get to our destination in a timely manner."

Wrong answer

"Who the fuck died and made you the boss?"

He shoots back and starts rambling to both Mochi and Mikey

"Can't we just give him a sedative and make him quiet the rest of the ride. It's too early for Haru's shit and I won't hesitate to throw his ass out of this car."

You can feel him glaring at you where as both Mochi and Kakucho chuckle

Kakucho laughing is rare in and of itself

"All those in favor of Y/N's idea say 'aye'."

Kakucho laughs as he slightly elbows you

Mochi, Kakucho and yourself all say aye which pisses Sanzu off and he goes on a whole tangent how the one person who he thought cared about him (referring to you) doesn't

"Just give the guy fucking food and we won't have to hear him complain."

Mikey sighs as you make eye contact through the rear view mirror

You then sigh and turn around to face Sanzu

"I’ll buy you a pork cutlet bowl when we get close to where we are staying, how about that Haru?"

He says deal before he leans his head on the window and is out like a light

"Are you telling me I just had to promise that fucker food and he would have shut up this whole time?"

You're honestly baffled

What a trip it was going to be

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

I don't know if you are taking requests but... How about to write some spicy moment with Benkei 👀❤️? I mean, he's so huge and handsome, he's truly a great lover, maybe with a size kink but also very kind 😳❤️

Been thinking about this for the last few hours so I gotchu! (I proceeded to spend FOUR DAYS WRITING THIS)

Just Friends: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.9K

tw: NSFW

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"We're just friends."

"Takeomi did it again," you mumble past the burger in your mouth. "He said that he finds it 'uncomfortable' that you and I hang out without him."

"Hmm..."

Keizo's heard this story a thousand times before.

We're just friends.

You get a new boyfriend, they see him, they get jealous because you're like two peas in a pod, then they leave. Why would he think this time would be any different?

He doesn't really know. Maybe it was because Takeomi had been a friend of his for a while and he'd introduced you to him. Maybe it was because he thought Takeomi would see that by introducing you to him, Keizo was saying he had no claim to you. Maybe Keizo was just tired of telling everyone he knew about how you'd friend-zoned him before, and he never brought it up again because it wasn't that big of a deal.

Really.

It wasn't.

As you devour your burger in his car, you think about all of the times people have mistaken you and Benkei for a couple. You know it doesn't hurt when you want to be left alone - with a six-foot-four, white-haired man standing aloof behind you as you shopped and tried on clothes - or when you just need someone supportive to be around. But it's killing your love life.

"I'm just going to break up with him. He isn't that great of a boyfriend anyways." Benkei twists his lips and grips the steering wheel a little tighter. "And if we're still single when we turn thirty, then we'll just get married, okay?"

You don't wait for a response. You turn up the radio instead and hum along to an old song about a "white wedding" and "starting again".

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"Hey."

The sounds of music over the other end of the phone kind of obscure your voice from being heard, but you try your best anyways.

"Keizo, are you there?" You hear movement and then a door shutting in the background. The music is gone for the most part, and you can hear the sounds of Keizo shutting another door.

"I'm here, y/n." You hesitate, not sure what to say other than:

"I'll be in Toyko in a few days..."

"Yeah? What brings you back over here?" he wonders, chuckling softly.

"My... m-my dad died."

Your admission brings back a flood of memories for Benkei, arguably the strongest and most level-headed of Brahman. You left for college, he stayed behind, and then communication fell off to a minimum of just text messages here and there, nothing of value, really. Sometimes Benkei would think about what went wrong - maybe it was him - but other times, he pushes your memory back to the edges of his mind. And you do the same.

But now he feels guilty.

"Do you know where you're staying?" he wonders, which is stupid - of course, you know where you're staying. Why would you be coming to Tokyo if you didn't have lodging?

"Yeah, I'm staying at a hotel near the house. I'm coming for a week or so and then going back to Okinawa after the funeral."

"Need someone to pick you up from the airport?" You want to say 'no', tell him he doesn't have to go through all of this trouble just to see you, but you reply 'yes', which puts him in planning mode.

"Send me your flight info and I'll be there to get you."

"Thanks, Keizo," you sniff, surely wiping your nose on your sleeve, Keizo thinks.

"Don't thank me just yet," he mutters, looking at the calendar on the wall. Perfect timing, too. "I'll see you soon, y/n. Let me know if you need anything else before you get here."

"I will. See you soon."

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"This is not what I booked," you chuckle nervously, looking around the lavish room with timidity. "Didn't the reservation say--"

"You know how people are, giving free upgrades and stuff." Keizo doesn't tell you how he called to see if he could upgrade the room at any cost, which they gave to him for free upon hearing his sob story about his 'wife's father passing away'.

"I just want her to be comfortable," he'd said, and it was true. Benkei wasn't lying at all. Except about the wife part, of course.

"I don't think it's free Kei," you mutter, turning to the man who is dropping your duffel onto the couch.

"Better be free," he grunts, opening his own backpack and pulling out a bottle of wine and two cans of beer. "Brought an offering for you." You look at the wine and smile before leaning over the couch to grab it. The wine looks expensive, but you've been deceived by packaging before.

Three glasses and a bunch of shared stories later, your head is in Benkei's large lap, eyes on the massive TV screen across from the couch. You're tipsy, but not drunk, whereas Beneki is barely buzzed.

"Maybe I should call it a night," you grumble, sitting up. "It's been a long day." You drag yourself onto the bed in the room and slide onto it, stripping out of your travel clothes before sliding on a massive t-shirt and shorts. The tears are coming again, but you push them back and scrub your face, turning to Benkei, who is standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "Choose a side of the bed."

"Sure you don't want me to go?" Benkei wonders, eyes averted from your figure. "I can always leave you be and come back la--"

"There are two sides of the bed, Benkei. Choose one." His choice wouldn't make any difference if you two would end up tangled in each other anyways.

And halfway through the night, that's exactly what happened. You and Keizo had rolled all over the king-sized mattress and ended up right in each other's arms as if it was planned.

And Keizo is warm. His massive stature covers your small frame perfectly, wrapping you in warmth and muscles and tendons and sweet mint breath. All of the things you'd come to know and love about Benkei are present here, with you... in this bed. You look up at Keizo's sleeping face, wondering what you should have done before now. Should you have gone along with the dating farce just to see how long it could go?

Or should you have done exactly what you did - lose touch, then see him again but only for a week because of your father? You're thinking about all of this as your fingers creep up to Keizo's beard, touching it lightly while he sleeps and his heavy breaths blowing through his nose.

You imagine what nights would have been like - what days would have felt like - if you had given into that long-standing urge to maybe get a little closer to him.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Keizo murmurs drowsily, his hands tightening around your waist and pulling you closer.

You feel a tingle course through your veins as you reply,

"Just thinking..." The large man doesn't open his eyes; he just leans forward a little to get even closer, which you allow, holding his face with both hands.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he wonders, but when you don't reply immediately, he sighs. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"We don't have to," you breathe, leaning into him and closing the space between you. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. I want to do something about it."

Keizo fully expected your kiss, you realize, pressing your lips into his. He kisses you back with tender lips, following your movements with precision and understanding.

You don't even speak to each other as your lips tangle and mesh over and over again; Benkei rolling onto his back and bringing you with him.

"Wait," he breathes, pulling back. "You're grieving. You shouldn't make a bad decis--"

"Hush," you quip, pressing your lips back into his. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"You're drunk," he counters, sitting up with you in his lap and holding your hips.

"Am not," you reply, pushing your hands under his shirt.

"Then you're just excited to see me." You laugh, biting your lip seductively in the dark.

"I'd say the same for you," you whisper back, running a hand over his erection in his boxers. "But that much is obvious." Keizo grabs the back of your neck and leans you backward, kissing your skin rapidly and thus, silencing your comebacks.

"Do you really want me?" Keizo finally asks, panting above you.

"Yes," you murmur, and he peels his shirt off quickly, discarding it as if the clothing offended him. He peels your shorts off in the same manner, running his tongue down your stomach before sliding your underwear off with sensitive fingers.

"I'm going to eat you out, then I'm going to do what I've been dreaming of for so long." The promise sets your core on fire, and Benkei parts your legs to put it out with his tongue. But all his slurping and blissed-out gaze does is send your toes curling and stokes the flames of your desire. One hand rests on your belly, the other holding back one leg while he works his magic on you with fidelity.

"Oh, my god... Keizo..." The hand on your stomach moves towards his boxers, stroking his length beneath the fabric while you moan his praises, body jerking and constricting as he plays with your most sensitive parts.

And Keizo knows what he's doing. You can see it in the way his eyes are drooping, kidding oh so precariously as he watches you squirm. He gets off on this, you suppose.

One final slurp leaves you breathless, and your lover pulls down his boxers, rolling your shirt up and over your head to take it off. And while you let him slide his cockhead around in your slick, you eye the large tattoos on his chest with admiration.

"Like what you see?" he wonders, holding your hand against his pec. "You can keep it if you want."

"Keep what, you?" you chuckle. Keizo slides past your folds, nudging his cock inside of you slowly. You keen a little, then your breaths become labored as he rocks himself in and out of you.

"Yeah..." he exhales. "I want you to keep me close to your chest like this." His dick goes even deeper. And he. fully sheaths himself inside of you before long, hovering above you as he takes everything so slow, so deliberate, so painstakingly calculated.

It's after the second orgasm that you realize that this will never be "just friends". Keizo and you are too compatible, too close, too everything to have a one-night-stand. Not like this.

"K-Keizo..." you whimper, holding onto his arm that's holding onto your hips as he fucks you against the wall. "Keizo, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me," he growls, lip raised slightly. "Wanna see that cum on my dick." And that's all it took for you to shake around him. You go weak and he catches you, walking you back to the bed and laying you across the sheets before pressing your legs apart.

"Round 2," he teases, but your legs clench up in preparation. "Might outlast you tonight," he chuckles, swiping your hair away from your face. "You're on orgasm number three, huh?" You nod lazily, and Keizo smiles leaning down for another kiss. "Oh, we have a long way to go, princess. Hope you can handle it."

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[mochiswifey]

OUT OF PLACE 5

Synopsis; Avoiding Bonten while hanging out with Inui, and South.

CW: MNDI...Age gap, Mental Illness,Foul Language,CRACK Kanji Mochizuki*Takeomi Akashi*South Terano Feat.(Inui)

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"Ew, you're sweaty." Inui says nonchalantly offending you. After you enter your car and exited the bonten's building you thought you were safe. Until Sanzu and the other members started Tokyo drifting trying to caught up with you.

"HEY! STOP!" Ran tried to ram his car on yours but you sped up causing it to collied with Sanzu's.

"WHAT THE FUCK! PINK HEAD YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Police sirens were heard after that. But knowing them they must've found a way out.

"Shut up and let's go eat." South placed his arms around your shoulder and you wrapped your right arm on his waist while the other one wrapped on Inui's arm.

"Where's Draken?"

"Somewhere in the horizons." South joked before telling you Draken is out to make some business deals with the local motor oil supplier.

"Yo, you can't believe what I saw yesterday."

"South shut your mouth you always see dumb shit." Inui says making South glare at him.

"I saw a fish jumped out of a goddamn fish tank. I thought I was tripping!" You laugh. You sometimes wonder how South manages to be a crackhead without actually being one.

"What happened to the fish?"

"I dunno, I figure if it jumped out. It could jumped back."

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"Where is she?" Sanzu says gripping on his hair as he screams on Kokonoi's ears.

"I'm trying to locate her car but it's saying error!" He refers to the tracker they secretly put on your car a few weeks ago, little did they know you noticed it and placed it under a toiler seat somewhere in the HQ.

"I'm not letting those "guys" she met on a lake take her away from us. Her bento is only for us." Ran says emphazing on the word Bento.

"If only you didn't fucking smash your car on mine!" Sanzu points aggresively at Ran. The older Haitani wanted to punch the pink head but Rindou interferes.

It was a bad idea.

Both of their fist landed on the younger Haitani.

COMBO

"World star!" Kokonoi laughs.

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Meanwhile, Mikey started feeling like murdering every person he sees who isn't you. He can't believe you just ran away from them.

What if those brother's you call kills you? He'll lose his mind. No. They'll lose their minds. They are losing their fucking mind.

"Boss, calm down. She's inside the mall." Kakucho says.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's search for my girl!"Takeomi drops his ciggy on the ground stepping on it.

"Your girl? Boy please. She's my girl." Mochi grabbed him by his collar and the two men started arguing about who you belong to.

"Cut that. Let's go inside. Buy a wrench and let's just smash those guys head's as soon as we see them with her."

The world is ending. Because even the sane Kakucho agreed with Mikey.

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"South!" You yell as South let out a loud burp inside Starbucks.

"Can you remind me why I decide to work with you?" Inui says as he takes a bite of his bagel all the while giving South a dirty look.

"Cause, I attract the girls."

"No, Draken attacts the girls!" You argue making South roll his eyes.

The three of you were just casually talking until your heart dropped when you saw Sanzu and Ran passed in front of the three of you.

Maybe sitting in front of a glass wall ain't the best fucking idea. You ducked down confusing them.

"The hell is wrong with you?"

"South everything is wrong with her." You shot Inui a glare making a small smile appear on his face.

"Shut up. I'm hiding from someone."

"No shit." South sarcastically says making you bite his hand.

"OI!" He pulls his hand away from you and you stuck your tongue out annoying him.

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Sanzu and Ran thought they heard your voice so they decide to enter starbucks.

"I swear I heard her voice." Ran says looking around. Thanks to South's gigantic legs you were able to hide from them.

"You're tripping. She's not here." Sanzu sighes before dragging the older haitani away.

Disaster 1 successfully dodge.

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You thought everything was over until you saw Takeomi, Kanji, Mikey and Kakucho enter the game center you three are in with bigass wreches on their hands.

"SHIT." You quickly dragged Inui and South away.

"What the hell- we weren't done?"

"Bruh! WE DONE WHEN I SAID WE DONE!" Your voice high pitched and tense. You quickly scanned the place and for fuck sakes. Your eyes met with Takeomi's. You thought it was over but thanks to his poor eyesight he wasn't able to see you.

"Who the fuck are you hidin' from?" South asked annoyed at the fact that you're tense like drug addict.

"Bonten."

"Oh... Bonten. Well- WHAT?!"

Inui and South felt like their whole world was burning. You. Their friend is hiding from the most horrible crime organization?

"What the fuck. THIS IS CODE RED!" South grabbed your head and pulled you into his chest while Inui stood in front of you sandwitching you between them preventing anyone from seeing you.

"I-I I can't breathe."

"Giiiiiirl, you ain't gonna breathe for real if they found you." You mentally rolled your eyes as South and Inui started moving. Being trapped you had no choice but to follow their steps.

"Told you she's trouble South." Inui says scanning the area.

Not only he's scared of having you seen, he's also scared to meet him again.

"Yeah. No shit Inupi. Tell me something I haven't found out yet you brilliant fuck."

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South and Inupi dragged you all the way to their shop and closed all doors, barricaded everything and turned off all the lights.

You now sat on a sofa with only a candle lighting up a tiny portion of the room.

"So.... Did you steal from them?"

"Fuck one of them and ran away?"

"Kicked their balls?"

"Got pregnant and-"

"WAIT STOP! I'M ONE OF THEM!" South and Inui have been bombarding you with question so you finally told them the truth.

"One of them?" You could feel the disapointment in South's voice and you couldn't help but feel sadness. He's the last person you want to make sad.

"I- I'm not one of them, I was given to them by my father for 1 year in order to secure a truce. I'll be out of Bonten in just a few months..." You trail off and your eyes started watering. You can't bear to have South, Inui and Draken end their friendship with you because of Bonten.

"P-Please! Don't abandon me. I- I can't lose the three of you."

Inui and South's stomach twisted. They would never abandon you. The two of them went and sat beside you. South wrapped his arms around you while Inui carefully stopped you from pinching your hands.

"We won't. It doesn't matter who you are or what you do. When you're with us you're just you."

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BONUS: BONTEN CHAOS

SANZU: WILL THE REAL Y/N PLEASE STAND UP? *PROCEEDS TO PLAY SLIM SHADY*

TAKEOMI SMACKING SANZU'S HEAD

TAKEOMI: I swear to god if you don't stop you'll really see something you don't wanna see

SANZU: I wanna see Slim Shady

RAN TRIGGERED BECAUSE SANZU AIN'T DOING A GREAT JOB FINDING YOU

RAN: LISTEN HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DON'T STOP YOU'LL SEE FUCKING JONH CENA

RINDOU: NO ONE CAN SEE JONH CENA

SANZU:

MIKEY,KANJI,KOKONOI,TAKEOMI,RAN,KAKUCHOU

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Thank you for reading. Don't copy.

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[sweet-seishu]

They want to get back together, and you take them back - Bonten (Pt. 2)

Feat: Sanzu, Koko, Takeomi

Warnings: crack, fluff, probably all ooc 😅 I kinda got lazy with takeomi and koko I'm sorry.

A/n: Part deux. This is connected to this

Pt. 1 (Ran, Rin, Mikey, Kaku)

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[hyocherie]

baby || s.shinichiro (tokyo revengers)

"you fell through the cracks of my hands"

🥛 - sano shinichiro ( + black dragons founding members )

🔎 - word count: 1,581

🧾 - female reader, second pov (you/your), mild angst and fluff, au, no character death, mild profanity

✉- this is my first time writing these types on tumblr bc I'm always on wattpad and quotev so please forgive me. I'll also post this on wattpad, but the original is on quotev (all socials on my carrd). mild angst and fluff, so the mood of the story will change. (requests open) FIRST POST OF 2022!

🔖 - inspired by the song "Baby (feat. Marina & Luis Fonsi) by Clean Bandit)"

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: Baby (feat. MARINA & Luis Fonsi) - Acoustic

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1.

Shinichiro. Sano Shinichiro. That name was always ringing in your ear. That sweet melancholy voice he had still left a mark on the back of your mind, words repeating again and again. Words of love, comfort, and warmth always were accompanied by this voice, and every day you can't get a break from hearing it. Though you didn't mind, it was starting to hurt you.

Shinichiro. Sano Shinichiro. He fell through the cracks of your hands, and you don't know if it's over or not. You found a new lover, but you're still attached to him. It's been at least after college since you two parted, and you've been in a year relationship with your new partner, and you haven't heard of him ever since (except rumours of him about being the most well-respected delinquent in Tokyo-or even the whole Japan).

Shinichiro. Sano Shinichiro. You miss him even if you deny it. He made you feel such emotions that even you never knew existed. Though that sounded weird and exaggerated, that's what you felt about him. But, does he still love you? Does he still think about you as his baby? Or is he's someone else's baby? These questions haunted you a lot, and it's bothering your thoughts. But now, you think it's better to sweep them away. After all, you had Wakasa by your side.

But, you couldn't control your hunger for his love and touch when you saw him walking past. You and Wakasa were having a date by the cafe beside his home, hanging out after a while of being busy with each other's businesses. He was still the same. Pale skin, black eyes, and raven hair. His aura was still intimidating but warm and inviting, his expression more relaxed than before, and his stride still carries his signature. You couldn't stop staring at him, he was intangible and it was such a shame he left. You want to have him but you don't want to hurt Wakasa, he loves you so and you love him equally. Maybe you thought you can endure it a bit more.

Then, you forgot, Wakasa's Shinichiro's close friend. Oh shit, hell's breaking loose. This day made you realize that this event made you remember.

"Hey sugar," Wakasa called out your attention. His back was facing you, as he was making coffee by the kitchen. You were by the couch in the living room, using your phone to entertain yourself while waiting. "I'll be meeting with the Black Dragons' founding members. They asked you to come."

He then turned his head to you with a smile on his face. You smiled back and responded, "Sure, I'll come. When is it?"

"Hmm? Later," Wakasa then turned back onto the coffee his making. Once he's done, he took them and went beside you, placing the two cups filled with caffeine on the coffee table in front of you both. He rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. "Around dinner."

"Alright," You answered, resting your head on top of his and then returning to your phone. "Who's coming?"

"Benkei, Takeomi, and Shinichiro."

Shinichiro. Sano Shinichiro.

"It's already four. Should we get ready?"

"One more hour."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You were getting ready to go out when he, Shinichiro, came into your mind again. How is he? What will he think of me when he sees me? These questions, lots of questions, strangled your mind. Suffocating curiosity filled you, and it's getting you mentally tired for no reason. You then took a deep breath and tried to remove him from your mind by thinking about other things.

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. Ignore him later.

"Sugar," Wakasa opened the door and stood there, "Let's go."

"Sure."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Right now, you and the rest were in a restaurant, and of course, Takeomi's paying. You were beside Wakasa, very awkward of how you're surrounded by the strongest delinquents in their generation. But you felt somewhat protected, at least they're kind. You were relieved that Shinichiro didn't arrive, and you hope he doesn't. You want to see him but you don't, you want to talk to him, but you don't. That confused and anxious expression is painted on your face, and the other three are starting to get worried.

"Y/N, is there something wrong? What's on your mind?" Takeomi asked. You shook your head and smiled.

"I'm fine! Don't worry!"

"You always say the same thing every time. Do you, Y/N."

You froze that voice that keeps haunting you.

"Shin, you're late," Wakasa put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

"Eh, I slept through a little," he glanced at you before sitting down beside the vacant space by Wakasa.

"You don't sleep," Benkei replied.

"Yes I do, I just look sleep-deprived."

And you know to yourself, he sleeps peacefully all the time. You glanced at him, and you caught him staring at you. You looked back and avoided eye contact. This was getting uncomfortable.

"Now that you're here, Shin," Takeomi noticed you're cramped so he started a conversation with Shinichiro to calm your senses. "It's very unusual of you to be late and...dressed up."

For the first time, he looked decent. He did, but he looked plain sometimes. Though that attracted him to you, seeing him in much decent and many stylish clothes made your hunger for his presence full. And damn, the heels. He's wearing heels.

"Why, what's wrong with me dressing up?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"You look like you're goin' to impress someone," Wakasa looked at him.

"I'm impressing myself, setting new standards for myself, you know?"

"No, we don't know," Takeomi answered.

"But, really," Benkei said. "It's very unusual of you to dress up."

He was wearing something out of his style. He was wearing a white turtle neck and on top of it was a brown sweater. His legs were clothed in brown slacks, darker than the sweater's colour, and he was wearing boots with heels. He had his hair down, his usual hairdo, and his chain necklace, but he had a piercing on his right ear.

"You all are judging me because I changed my style," he cutely frowned. "I just wanna change."

"Please no," Wakasa covered his eyes. "It's blinding me very negatively."

"Ouch."

"The food's getting cold because you're late," Takeomi took his chopsticks and took some beef on the plate in front of them. "Eat up, bitches."

And you ate without focusing on him, but he focused on you.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"Y/N..."

You turned to look at Shinichiro, who was behind you a few meters.

"What do you want, Shin?" Wakasa said with a blank face but his voice sounded scary. He then took your hand and pulled you closer to his side.

"I'll just borrow her," He then took your wrist and pulled you away, causing Wakasa to let go of your hand. He then walked away with you in hand. "I'll give her back."

"You should," Wakasa warned with a mutter. As he watched you and Shinichiro walk far from him, he felt his heart beat faster. Looks like something's not good.

"Sano, where are we going?"

"Now you're calling me Sano," Shinichiro scoffed. "What do you call me back then?"

You stayed silent, glaring at him.

He stopped in his tracks, still holding your wrist, and turned his body to look at you.

"What? Why won't you answer me?"

"Because I don't want to...?"

"If I told you I want to hear you calling me 'baby' again, would you do that for me?"

You would but you don't want to.

"If I said no, what would you do?"

"Is that my answer or is that a what-if question?" He smiled playfully.

"What do you think my answer will be?"

"Maybe. You always say maybe."

You always know my answers.

"If you know my answer, why would you still ask me?"

"Because I like it when words roll out of your tongue."

"So do you want me to call you that?"

"Absolutely," He immediately answered.

"I have a boyfriend and I've moved on, Sano."

I'm lying to myself.

"You're lyin' and I know it."

Damn it.

"What's your proof that I'm lying?"

He then leaned closer to you, "because I know."

This is why I can't ignore you.

"..."

You stayed silent. You don't know what to say.

"So, I know and you know calling me Sano is wrong. Who am I to you again?"

"My...baby."

He smiled, "Good girl."

"But I'm already someone else's baby, Shin."

"But is he your baby? Or am I still entitled that in your heart?"

You're always making my life hard. Fuck you.

"What do you think?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm still your baby," he leaned in by your ear and whispered. "And I'll always be. And you'll always be my baby."

You can't take it anymore.

"Love me," You muttered unconsciously.

"I will, always. Just come back to me again."

"But Wakasa-"

"Who do you love more?"

...

You stared into his eyes, deep and pitch black, warm but perilous.

But, this love story ends for you and I.

"...I'll stay with Wakasa."

"Are you sure?"

"..."

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you close to him, "I'll wait for your response, my baby."

spotify link : my own playlist for shin

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/297044526-baby-s-shinichiro

quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/14508788/baby-sshinichiro

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