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Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!) 

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket.  The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square. 

What could I have possibly been thinking back then? 

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost. 

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions. 

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class. 

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines. 

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off. 

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand. 

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing. 

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard. 

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in. 

“Yuki, how did you get this?” 

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

 She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question. 

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her. 

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life. 

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.” 

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me. 

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter. 

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window. 

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous. 

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”  

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

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Imagine Part 4:

Rapper Erik and Y/N are official. How are they handling the new relationship?

“Tell us your name, gorgeous, and where you’re from and how we can connect with you.” 

She blushed into the camcorder with a bright white smile and dark brown eyes. 

“My name is Tasia. I’m from Houston. You can follow me on Instagram at Tasia Marie.”

The videographer panned Tasia’s body with the camcorder. Tasia gave him a sexy pose while seated in the back of a bright yellow 2023 Porsche 718 Cayman. She’s wearing a sage halter dress and her hair is styled in large knotless braids with sleek edges. 

“Tell us a little bit about Tasia.”

Tasia pondered with a cute smirk on her face. She giggled and licked her glossy lips before speaking. 

“I’m twenty eight years old. I love to dance and model. I’m a great cook. My sign is a Scorpio. I love to have fun and just…see the world, you know? Let’s get some stamps on our passports together.”

“I hear that! Now, you’re on set of E-rratic’s highly anticipated video shoot. He hand picked you to be his leading lady. How does that make you feel? Let the people know!” 

“I feel special. Not everyday an opportunity like this comes your way. I’ve been waiting for the moment to star in a video with GRIZZLEY. And plus, backseat interlude is on rotation right now so it’s only right.” 

The video set had a late night, city vibe with wet pavements and a low ambiance from the many colorful lights that illuminated the city of Tokyo. E-rratic wanted to take it up a notch and shoot his video in Tokyo, Japan; one of the places on his bucket list to travel to. He had an entire script to make it like a movie. KILL-OCHO is a wanted man by the Yakuza who wants revenge for coming into Tokyo and making a name for himself. He steals the lead member’s woman (Tasia) just because he could. It’s Tokyo drift meets street fighter. 

The first two days on set were about filming for his hit single titled ‘punisher’ and now he was ready to give a little sexy, steamy realness with back seat interlude. The fans were begging him to make a video for the short song so he secretly decided to add it in the video to please his fans. It was never his intention but he’s glad that he did it anyway. 

“Speak of the devil…”

E-rratic slid into the back seat of the Porsche next to Tasia with no shirt on, flaunting his muscular strength by picking her up and placing her within his lap. Tasia giggled and draped her slender arms around his neck. E-rratic smiled into the camcorder with his diamond-encrusted canines and dimples on display. Tasia couldn’t focus on anything around her except E-rratic. He had her in a trance. Thick, diamond chains hung from his tattoo-covered neck and diamond rings decorated his thick fingers. He smelled like money and looked like money. In Tasia’s mind, she couldn’t wait to taste the money on his plump lips. To even be within his personal space took a lot of strength to keep it together. In her mind, don’t no bitch want E-rratic as bad as she does. 

Not even his girl friend Y/N.

“What are we about to get into KING KILLMONGER? Let the fans know.”

E-rratic gave a deep chuckle that vibrated his chest. Tasia could feel the rumble and she shivered in his grasp. E-rratic turned to look at her, his obsidian eyes low and wanton. 

“This lucky girl gettin’ that exclusive treatment. We about to film back seat interlude. Gotta give the fans what they want, feel me?”

“And what’s that?” The videographer asked.

“Straight sexiness.” E-rratic replied.

Tasia blushes before pressing her face into E-rratic’s neck taking in a whiff of his Versace Dylan Blue cologne. He tapped the side of her hip to get her attention and Tasia discreetly gripped his hand to try and place it on her ass. This isn’t the first time she tried to get him to do something in between takes. 

“Looks like everything is a go. Y’all ready?”

Hype Williams walked over to the car to make sure everything was good to go before he called action. E-rratic gave him a thumbs up while positioning Tasia to straddle his lap. She playfully bounced on him, her ass jiggling out of control. 

“Aye, chill out,” E-rratic gave her a smirk but his tone was icy, “just do your part, girl. Sit and be pretty.”

Hype Williams walked away laughing. 

“That’s no fun,” Tasia whispered, “You know what I want.”

“Yeah, I know. And you ain’t getting it.” E-rratic replied with a hushed tone. 

“Not fair. I want what you gave that groupie on your tour bus…”

E-rratic ignored her and Tasia didn’t like that. She was going to get it out of him one way or another. 

“ACTION!”

We gon’ fuck for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seat…

The water on set came pouring down like rain over the car. A neon blue light covered their bodies causing the white of their teeth, the diamonds they were wearing, and the green of Tasia’s dress to pop. Kill pressed his lips against Tasia’s ear as if he were sensually whispering the lyrics of the song to her. As if it were his own words serenading her. Tasia arched her back and combed her nails through E-rratic’s locs. 

Watch how I blow that back out make yo’ pretty ass tap out…

Tasia looked into the camera with a seductive gaze while E-rratic continued to spit his explicit lyrics. His hands dragged from her back to her ass where he cuffed her booty for extra emphasis on the back he was going to blow out. Tasia started grinding her hips in E-rratics lap and biting her lip. 

Fat ass on you girl I had to take that pussy in the back of my Audi 

Got your face down and that ass to the north (damn that arch is nice)

“CUT!”

E-rratic gave Tasia a little push and she slid off of his lap and to the seat next to him. E-rratic climbed out and walked off for a smoke break so Tasia could have some screen time alone. She’s supposed to flaunt in front of the camera while the song plays in the background for added sexiness. As the camera zoomed in to her, Tasia moved her body in time to the lyrics. When E-rratic said to arch your back, she was face down, ass up in the back seat with her tiny dress almost revealing the lack of underwear. 

E-rratic entered his trailer and cracked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of his vanity where his weed and pre-rolled blunts are. After taking a swig of alkaline water, Erratic sparked up a blunt. Blunt hanging between his thick lips, he pulled up his special girl’s number and FaceTimed her back at the hotel. After the third ring, she  answered with a towel wrapped around her body and her expensive bundles clipped to the top of her head so it wouldn’t get wet. 

“Hey, baby girl. I miss you.”

“Mhm. Not enough if you’re not here with me right now.” Y/N replied. 

E-rratic’s eyes roamed over her body covered in a fluffy white towel. The amount of soft, brown skin that teased him was enough to make him go back to her. She gave him a look with an arched brow, challenging him to come to her and that was E-rratic’s favorite look. He loved it when Y/N got sassy with him. It let him know she wanted to get fucked harder. Longer. With his long dick. He chuckled when she turned around to tease him, bending over in the camera and shaking her ass from left to right. 

“You know daddy got work to do. I thought you said you love that I’m a hard worker?”

“I do, but it’s going on day three of this shit and I haven’t been able to properly enjoy you.” 

“Whatchu ‘bout to do?” E-rratic leaned into the camera with his blunt between his fingers, “Don’t do nothing that’s gonna get you in trouble, sexy. Thought I told you that pussy is off limits when I’m away? Don’t be hard headed.”

“Or what?” Y/N spoke defiantly, “Because you’re all the way over there, and I’m here. Can’t discipline me through the phone, Erik.”

“You talk so much shit and when I show up you sing a different tune. But I love it though, you real cute, baby.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the edge of their hotel bed to apply some vanilla oil to her skin. 

“Is that chick behaving herself or do I have to pull up?”

E-rratic’s intense stare and slight smirk distracted her for a second. She smiled at him before blowing him a kiss and licking her top lip lustily. 

“I got it under control. You know the ladies love E-rratic. How do you think I got you?”

He gave her a charming, dimpled smile.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you belong to me now and those bitches don’t stand a chance?” 

“You right. And you already know where I stand. So don’t waste your energy on these hoes. It’s me and you.” 

“Actions speak louder than words…”

E-rratic could sense the lack of confidence in her voice. Clearly, no amount of words will make her feel any better. It’s what comes with the lifestyle. E-rratic is a wanted man. No matter where he goes, some chick will throw themselves at him. They drop the panties for him, take off their bras for him, cheat on their men for him, risk it all to get some of that dick from him. That’s just how it is. It’s been years since he’d been in a committed relationship. He never imagined himself being where he is right now with Y/N; a fan. Respectfully, she’s more than a fan to him. He couldn’t explain it, but it was something about her. She had something that he couldn’t resist. 

“And haven’t I proven to you that I’m all about you?” E-rratic said, tilting his head into the camera. 

“Yes,” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, “Maybe I still can’t believe that I’m with you.”

“You’re rare, baby. I can’t believe the hold you have on me too. You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

Y/N got comfortable on her side, one hand holding the front of her towel while the other propped her head up. The curve of her hip beneath that towel had E-rratic’s mouth watering. 

“What’s that?”

“…How you woke me up this morning with my dick in your mouth. Those pretty brown eyes staring up at me.”

“I could use some dick in my mouth right now if you were here with me,” Y/N said.

“Just your mouth?” E-rratic replied with faux shock, voice holding a bit of rasp.

“Of course not. That’s just the beginning. This pussy too.” 

“Mhm,” E-rratic took a hit from his blunt, allowing the purple haze strain to crowd his senses, “Daddy’s pretty pussy?”

Y/N gave him a sluggish nod of her head with a tantalizing bite of her lower lip. 

“I’ve been thinking about that phat pussy all day. That shit is mine.” 

“All yours,” Y/N said with a giggle.

“I got some time to kill, take that towel off and show me that pussy.”

E-rratic didn’t waste time. He sat up in his seat, pecks jumping and ab muscles flexing. Y/N couldn’t see his lower half that well, only the band to his white Calvin Klein’s. That brought her back to his recent Calvin Klein ad. Y/N made herself comfortable on her back facing the camera. She took the towel off and spread her legs to reveal her wet pussy to E-rratic. His deep grunt sent shivers down her spine.

“I want that pussy in my mouth so bad right now. First thing ima do when I get back is stick my tongue so far up your pussy…Fuuck.”

Y/N spread her lips for him so he could get a better look at how soaked she is for him. The contrast of her designer acrylics against the smooth, glistening flesh of her folds almost had him foaming at the mouth. 

“When I get to you, I’m a have you crying.”

“You know I can’t wait for that. You can find me ready and in position on the couch as soon as you get here.”

“Hmm…it’s like that?” E-rratic grabbed his crotch.

“All for you, Erik.”

“I love it when you say my name…it just rolls off your tongue all sexy and shit,” E-rratic smirked, “You gon’ moan my name?”

“Moan, sing, shout, all that,” Y/N replied. 

“That’s a good girl—give me a second, I’m coming—they want me back on set—”

“They can wait.” 

Y/N brought two wet fingers to her mouth to lick her juices off. E-rratic watched her with so much concentration. He slowly licked his lips as if he were the one enjoying her taste. If he could lick the screen and sample a taste, he would. 

“Aren’t you so lucky that you get to have all of this?” Y/N said.

“Shit, aren’t you so lucky that you get to sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

The thought alone had Y/N rubbing circles on her clit. Her head went back and she let out soft moans that bounced off of the walls of his trailer. 

“Can’t believe your favorite rapper eats that pussy up, huh?” E-rratic strained his neck to see if anyone was waiting outside of his trailer, “Got me talkin’ crazy right now…”

“Please hurry up, I need you,” Y/N moaned.

“I promise…hey…look at me…get your fingers off my pussy…I promise I’ll come straight to you when I’m done.”

Y/N kisses her teeth and to both of their disappointment, she closes her legs and sits up on the bed. Full titties with stiff nipples met his eyes and it didn’t make things better. The way his dick throbbed, you would think it was ready to burst through his zipper. The ache was uncomfortable and he didn’t know how he was going to be able to conceal a brick hard dick from Tasia. Have her thinking a torpedo is ready to blast off up her pussy with how hard he is. 

“Aight, we gotta behave ourselves. Go put on a robe and order yourself something to eat. Give me another hour and I’ll be right to you, baby girl. We can fuck with Joshi Luck on in the background.”

Y/N gave E-rratic an adorable pout with sad eyes. He picked up his phone and puckered his lips to give her a couple kisses through the phone. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he came back to that hotel. He already knew that she was going to make herself cum at least twice. 

“You’re gon’ be a good girl for me?” E-rratic questioned. 

“I promise.” Y/N replied innocently.

“Aight, we’ll see. I’ll hit you when I’m on the way.” 

E-rratic ended the FaceTime and left his trailer so he could get this shit over with. As he walked back to set, he had to keep internally reminding himself to get Y/N off his brain until this was all over. 

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How could Y/N describe what being with E-rratic felt like?

Euphoric

Like a dream

Perfect

Her fantasy made into reality 

The greatest feeling in the world

Not one word could perfectly express how she felt being with Erik. Her Erik. E-rratic Leader was her man. Saying that felt so unreal. Thinking about it felt like she was living a fictional life. She couldn’t begin to explain how happy she was. She never thought she’d see herself laid up in his hotel bed in another country wearing an iced-out Cuban link with her name on it or a diamond tennis anklet with his given name on it. 

Just three months after the tour, everything happened so fast. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was this what God had planned for her? Y/N resigned from her full time job, packed her bags—even though he got her a whole new wardrobe—and moved to LA. After the first half of the tour leg, Erik asked her to be his official girl. Y/N said yes before he could even get his words out. She told her family and friends, despite some of their disappointment. Her mother was the hardest to convince. Her father’s opinion didn’t really matter to her since he’s hardly in her life. Her sisters and cousins were nothing but judgmental, and her friends were protective. 

Still, every morning when she wakes up in his California king bed wrapped in luxury sheets with the highest thread count, she can’t believe that she’s sleeping next to E-rratic. Sharing a home with E-rratic. Driving his cars, eating food prepared by his personal chef, working out with his personal trainer, meeting his celebrity friends, and shopping with his money. She didn’t have to lift a finger. He had her set with racks. She could wake up and find five bands sitting on the side table next to the bed for her. He loved giving her bouquets of roses in different colors wrapped with individual bills. 

Whatever Erik wanted, she gave him no questions asked. That’s what comes with treating your woman right. Dick in mouth, ass in the air, pussy for the taking. She wore what he liked, styled her hair how he liked, got her nails done how he liked. Before their trip to Tokyo, Y/N got his name tatted on her hip and her clit pierced with a golden topaz and titanium ring to match the nipple piercings. She planned to do her tongue next. 

Everywhere they went, he would assert his dominance with his arm around her waist and his hand resting on her hip. He’d introduce her as his woman with such confidence and the biggest ego. So why did Y/N feel like it was all temporary? That he would find interest in some other girl and drop her back off to Detroit. It was all too surreal to believe it would last. Y/N dreamed of this. She was satisfied with just one opportunity with him, but to have him every single day, whenever and wherever, it blew her fucking mind. 

With new fame came controversy. Y/N went from 2K followers on Instagram to 1.5 million. She had to limit her comments to avoid an influx of rude, nasty people and she had to stay off of Twitter. Don’t even get her started on the blogs. The blogs were eating her up. Groupie. Hoe. One of many to have E-rratic. Some say it won’t last, others say she won’t be the same when her heart gets broken. She had to block all of them too. 

“When you let the shit people say get to you, it controls your life. You gotta ignore the bullshit.” 

E-rratic knew first hand what it was like. He had to learn to live his life the way he wanted and not how people watching him wanted him to be. He wanted the same for Y/N. 

“This shit is new for me too. I want it to work. I really like you, Y/N. Hell, I think I love you. It feels like love. You love me?” 

The feelings she felt for him ran deeper than him being her favorite rapper. She felt as if he were her soulmate. That God sent him to her. It was more than being with her celebrity crush. She got to know him. Not E-rratic. Erik. Erik Stevens. Born and raised in Oakland, CA. A parentless child at the age of twelve. Living with his grandparents and getting into trouble. In and out of jail. So smart he got a full ride to M.I.T. How he met the love of his life in school and how she was going to have his baby before it was all taken away from him. How he turned to music as an outlet to keep his mind right. She felt honored and special to know all of that about him. 

After eating her Japanese wagyu steak dinner and drinking some of Erik’s Japanese Whiskey, she fixed her hair and put on her YSL Cassandra Sandals in black patent. Y/N put on a little makeup with a bold red lip and put on Erik’s new album. She loved it. He was in his producer bag for sure. Some of the best music to come out recently. She already knew he was going to sweep at the Grammys. The imposing beats that gave way to nostalgic bops and transitioned into sexy instrumentals just showed how diverse he was. The lyrics hit every time for her. This was true art to her. 

Take off the top, baby let’s ride

She want the boss, the one own the tribe

Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride….

His voice, the energy he was giving off, the sexy beat, the background vocals of a woman moaning. It was all too much. 

I told her “I ain’t GRIZZLEY, baby, call me SEX.” 

If you my hoe, I call you sexy (yeahhh) 

I wanna see what you got inside

Can you make it say ahhh

Turn on yo side

While I switch lanes to pull over to the side

I promise it won’t hurt

Unless you make it hurt (yeahhh) 

You know them other niggas can’t do it like this (yeahhh) 

The lyrics to backseat interlude had her feeling herself. She knew that she was supposed to wait for him to get there, but she was naked and horny and listening to his voice couldn’t keep her under control. Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her glass of whiskey on the table. She got down on her back with her legs spread open and resumed rubbing her clit. To her surprise, she was still wet from their FaceTime. The song had slowly faded in the background and Y/N paused to play it again.

Y/N took a deep breath and relaxed. She closed her eyes. If Erik were there with her, he would be instructing her on how to touch herself. He’d tell her to start off slow and steady while rubbing her clit. To follow the speed of his soothing voice. She mimicked the speed of his voice on backseat interlude. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the cool air of the hotel room. In her mind, she was envisioning herself sitting between his legs in front of a mirror while his hand did all the work and she sat there like a good girl. 

“Erik…Erik…Erik…”

Two fingers slipped inside and with her other hand she continued to rub her clit. She brought her knees to her chest and moaned his name over and over again. The song had stopped but she was already close to cumming so it didn’t matter anymore. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your big dick inside of me…”

The anticipation was killing her. Every time with Erik felt like the first time. He was made to control her body. The way they’re bodies are in sync is both scary and amazing. He didn’t have to tell her how he liked it anymore, she knew what to do. From the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the floor, to the bed, she knew how to take his dick in every position possible. 

“I’m so wet…I can’t believe how wet I am…”

Hee fingers were damn near slipping into a puddle of arousal whenever her fingers would pump inside of her. Her clit was so ridged beneath the pads of her fingers. She desperately needs his tongue to replace all of this. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, shit…”

Hee inner thighs began to quake out of control and her body seized up like she was frozen in ice. Her mouth fell open with surprise and all she could feel seeping between her meaty thighs was her cum. A small puddle formed beneath her. Y/N inspected her fingers and there was cum dripping down to the palm of her hand. She cleaned her digits off and sat up on the couch, tacky skin sticking to the leather sofa. 

Hee phone vibrated next to her and when she noticed his name she picked it up and answered. 

“Open the door for daddy.”

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E-rratic gave BIG WILL the evening off and sent him to his room. There was no need for him to guard the door. E-rratic was rummaging in his jeans pockets, he realized that he left his key card back at the trailer on set. E-rratic pulled out his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the first ring.

“Open the door for daddy.” 

She hung up in his ear and E-rratic could hear her foot steps rushing to the door. She opened it wearing a robe and E-rratic rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. He pressed his much larger body against her small, soft one and Y/N ended up with her back against the wall across from the door and her arms above her head. E-rratic interlocked his fingers with hers to keep her in place while his skillful tongue slithered into her mouth hot and heavy. E-rratic brought one hand down to open her robe while the other hand gripped both of her hands. 

“You smell like sugar and sweat…you played with my pussy while I was gone?”

Y/N was so enraptured with him being there that she didn’t respond. E-rratic smoothed his hand down her stomach until his fingers were separating her outer lips to investigate for himself. He smiled slightly as his eyes bore into hers.

“And I can taste that Suntory Hibiki on your tongue. Turning up without daddy?”

E-rratic removed his fingers from between her legs and gripped her chin.

“You can’t speak now?” He said with an arch of his brow.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She finally spoke. 

“What I tell you? Hm?” 

Y/N looked E-rratic up and down.

“Okay…okay…I see what you want…let’s go.” 

E-rratic grabbed Y/N by the waist and they walked to the bathroom. Inside, E-rratic instructed Y/N to take off her robe and undress him. She removed her fluffy robe and walked up to him, taking off his white T-shirt first. She noticed a lipstick stain on it and her eyes locked with his. He followed her finger and when he saw the stain he kissed his teeth.

“From set. She must’ve done that while we were filming in the car.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“C’mon Lil mama. You know I ain’t get down like that.”

E-rratic planted a kiss to her cheek.

“You tryna ruin the moment. I ain’t seen you all day.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, “Maybe I should have been your video girl instead…”

E-rratic smirked at her before lifting her chin so she could look up at him.

“Say the word and I’ll do this shit all over again. I’ll make you the leading lady.”

Y/N took a moment to think about it, but ultimately she shook her head.

“Nah, that’s more money and time put in. She just better watch herself before I snatch her ass up.”

“You sure?” E-rratic tucked his chin and gave her a serious look, “I’m good for it, you already know that.” 

“I’m sure. Now, where were we?”

E-rratic licked his lips, “That’s my baby girl. Finish what you started…”

Y/N continued to remove E-rratic’s T-shirt. The more skin revealed, the more she would kiss and lick him all over. When the shirt fell to the floor, Y/N locked eyes with E-rratic while taking off his pants. He watched her with a look in his eyes like he wanted to eat her up. When his briefs were the last to go, Y/N cupped his sack in her hand and got onto her top toes to get a kiss. Their tongues danced and their lips made sloppy wet noises the more they molded into each other. 

Y/N took off his briefs and the way his dick was looking semi hard had her ready to suck it until it was fully solid in her jaws. E-rratic chuckled at her expression and turned to get into the standing shower with multiple jets. Y/N grabbed her claw clip and joined him, not caring that she had already taken a shower before. The warm water painted their skin and Y/N grabbed a soap sponge to clean him off. She started with his back, sudsing him up real good, amazed at how the soap tricked down his spine to his toned ass. 

When he turned to face her, she got down on her knees and dragged the sponge down his torso and then squeezed soap all over his thick pole. She went to clean his legs and feet and when she came back up to his dick and balls, she used the sponge first to clean him, then she used her hands to stroke the soap all over his shaft. E-rratic looked down at her through the curtain of locs that framed his forehead. Water trickled down his body tantalizingly until his dick was free of soap. 

“Suck this dick,” E-rratic commanded.

Y/N opened her mouth and wrapped her greedy lips around the tip of his dick. She went lower, her eyes never leaving his, until he was at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears and removed her mouth, his dick with a string of spit dangling in front of her. She used her tongue to massage the sides of his shaft. She used her lips like a suction for his nut sack just so she could hear him groan.

“This my fucking dick,” She moaned.

“Then make your dick cum,” E-rratic spoke with a gruff tone, “Do what I like. No hands, all mouth, lots of spit. Make that shit nasty.”

Y/N engulfed his dick again and started bobbing her head up and down while her hand massaged his heavy sack. She squeezed his sack to keep him still and the more she did that, the harder he became in her mouth. So hard to the point where she couldn’t suck him all the way down with ease anymore. The vein on the underside of his shaft made it more difficult. She used her tongue to flick the deep vein and he hissed. 

“Do that shit, baby, Gahdamn,” E-rratic’s brows drew together, “Fuuck, I’m gonna bust…”

Y/N was showing out. The slurping grew louder and E-rratic’s thighs started shaking. His fingers turned into fists and he threw his head back. All she could see was that perfect body and the length of his neck. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva covered his dick and she would slurp it up and spit it back out to make it as sloppy as she could.

“Stay on that tip…just like that…I’m gonna fuck you so good…SHITTTT!” 

His ass muscles tightened and a stream of cum hit the back of her throat. He stared down at her with disbelief. 

“You the only bitch to make a nigga nut like he been backed up for days…where you been all my life? Wish I would’ve wifed you up…”

Her eyes sparkled when he said that. He avoided touching her hair and reached for her hands. He helped her to her feet and immediately pressed his lips against hers. 

“Let me wash you off now…”

E-rratic took the sponge and applied soap to it. He made her turn around so that her back was facing him and she placed her hands on the shower wall. He started at her shoulders, then he rubbed circles into her back with the sponge. His dick was sitting between her cheeks and his lips were pressed against her ear. After he washed her ass and then dragged the sponge around to the front, cleaning her breasts and squeezing the sponge so that soap could run down her body. 

“You look good with my name tatted on your hip.” E-rratic whispered, “That let’s me know that it’s real.”

Y/N released a sigh of pleasure when E-rratic replaced the sponge with a soft rag and some sensitive wash to clean her pussy. With one hand he held her lips open while he gently cleansed her inner folds, careful not to get her piercing caught on the rag. When he was finished, he placed the rag on the side of the shower and turned her around to face him. 

“Get your pretty ass in the room so I can have my way with you,” E-rratic whispered against her lips, “All night long, girl.”

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E-rratic had turned the lights off in the room and on the flat screen, wall-mounted TV, he resumed the Hentai they were watching the night before. Joshi Luck episode four titled ‘raw’. That’s how he was getting into that pussy tonight. The episode started off with big anime titties. E-rratic, still wearing his chains, was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on Y/N who has her ass in the air. She’s looking back at him over her shoulder, bouncing her ass in his face. 

He got behind her and put his face in her pussy from behind. Not wasting any time, E-rratic started sucking her pussy from the back with both hands on her ass cheeks to keep them spread. The sound of slurping and sucking  from the hentai and E-rratic had Y/N dripping on his tongue like she sprung a leak. She sat up on one hand and reached behind her to grab the back of his head. She dragged her ass up and down his face and he poked his tongue out so she could ride his tongue.

He could never get over the taste of her. That’s why any chance he gets, he has his mouth between her legs. 

I want it like this now,” E-rratic got down on his back, “Get up here.” 

Giggling, Y/N climbed over his face and dropped her pussy into his mouth. His eyes never left hers and she loved the way he looked below her. Y/N gripped him by his locs and started grinding her hips in slow motion. E-rratic followed her movements with his tongue all over her slit. She bounced her titties in her hands to give him a show and moaned his name. Behind her, his dick was saluted to the ceiling. A hard pipe to sink onto. She reached behind her to stroke him. 

“That dick is so hard. You gonna fuck me good with this, daddy?”

He responded with his lips sucking her jeweled clit between his lips. Y/N let out a string of loud moans. 

“The wetter I am, the better it will feel when I’m on that dick,” Y/N looked down at him, “Hurry up and make me cum.”

E-rratic frowned at her and Y/N knew what that look meant. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted and she better not run. He could feel her body tightening up above him. He couldn’t speak with a mouth full of pussy, but she knew to stay right on his mouth. Her beautiful face contorted with uncontrollable emotions and the hold he had on her hips took a lot of strength. His biceps flexed and the veins in his hands almost popped. 

“FUCK DADDY!”

He finally let her go and she fell to her back. Wet beard and all, E-rratic stood up and cuffed her legs over his shoulders, dragging her along the bed, taking the sheets with him. Wet, pounding sounds from the hentai caught their attention briefly. When he turned back to look at her, a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed his big dick at the base and thrust into her. 

“You cum in my mouth like that? Huh?!” 

“Shit!” Y/N shouted.

“It’s wet just how I like it,” E-rratic snapped his hips into hers repeatedly.

The overwhelming pleasure had her lost for words. E-rratic didn’t let up. His dick was hitting spots inside of her she couldn’t explain. 

“Oh, daddy, fuck, how did it get so far inside of me?!”

“Look for yourself, lift your head up and look!”

She tried but it was too much. The muscles in her body seemed to shut down. She felt tingly and weak all over. 

“Hard headed, I said look,” E-rratic cuffed the back of her head, “You listen when I tell you to do something!”

She did her best, lip quivering and all. He would put all that dick inside of her and whenever he pulled out, it would only be a little bit so she could still feel his length. His many iced-out chains clattered against each other with his movements. Whenever he leaned over her body to suck her nipples, her knees would be to her ears and that dick would be balls deep. 

The girth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her pussy, his halls slapping her ass, the way he moved his hips, she couldn’t take it all at once. 

“Squeeze this dick like that again,” E-rratic spoke close to her ear, “I’ll fuck this hole all night just to feel that shit again.”

“I’m gonna squirt!” 

“Oh yeah?!” 

He sat up so he could see for himself. Y/N slapped his chest to get him to slow down because the constant in and out over her g-spot was too much for her. It started sounding like he was splashing into a puddle and then soon she was squirting all over him. He withdrew his hips and replaced them with his fingers. Up and down he stroked that spot to get her to squirt again and this time she went into a shaking fit.

“Mm-Mm,” E-rratic maneuvered her body so she was arched, “Ass up. Don’t act like you can’t take any more dick.”

She got on her hands and knees and arched as best as she could. E-rratic smoothed her hair from her face so he could watch her expressions. 

“Don’t run. Y/N…ASS-UP.” 

He was growing impatient. Groaning and all.

“What I say?” He chuckled but it was out of frustration, “Girl…I wore you out that much? I’m just getting started. One squirt got you tapping out? You should see your back right now…”

She started straight ahead at her reflection. 

“Let me get the whiskey.”

She collapsed onto her stomach. E-rratic laughed the whole way into the lounge area to grab a couple of glasses and the bottle of Japanese whiskey. Back in the room, he tapped her on the ass to sit up and he poured her a fresh glass of whiskey. He looked from the glass in his hand to the bottle before shrugging his shoulders and drinking straight from the bottle. 

“Drink it all the way down, that’s it,” E-rratic bent his head down and stuck his tongue out to lick her neck, “mmmm…you want some more?”

“Yes,” She held her glass up.

“Daddy was deep in that pussy for real?”

Y/N nodded her head.

“I’m taking it from the back now.”

Y/N finished her second glass, “I think I’m good and turnt now for more.” She smiled up at him.

E-rratic took one more swig of his whiskey and he sat the bottle down next to the TV. Y/N got into position with her back arched low and E-rratic inspected her position, deeming it good enough with a slap to her ass. 

“You know your back arched deep when that pussy open from the back,” E-rratic tapped his dick on Y/N’s clit, “You know I wrote a song about you, right?”

He didn’t give her time to respond when he entered her from behind. She gripped the sheets and looked back at him. He locked eyes with her and with only his hips he fucked her, her ass moving like a tidal wave. She could feel him in her stomach. Her eyes went low and she spaced out. E-rratic pressed both hands into her back and cranked that pussy from behind. She could feel the pressure from his hands deep against her back and she couldn’t move.

“I got you now,” He bit down on his lip, “Keep that pussy in the air just like that.” 

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes, “You fuck me so good I swear.” 

E-rratic smiled at her with his canines gleaming in the dark. 

“You throwing it back now? Ahhh shit,” E-rratic slapped her ass from one cheek to the next, “Bounce that ass!”

She couldn’t see the mess she was making on his dick and he wished she could. It was beautiful. 

“I love you,” Y/N said between moans.

“I love you too, mamas,” E-rratic replied. 

He meant it. 

“Aight, daddy ‘bout to cum. Fuck the tip.” 

His hands gripped her ass tightly while she slowly bounced on just the tip. 

“Shiittt, got my shit leaking, ugh,” E-rratic thrust all the way inside of her, “Take all that nut.” 

He groaned and Y/N could feel him throbbing inside of her. As her pussy throbbed, his dick was doing the same. He slowly slipped out and Y/N pushed his cum out so he could see how much he’d emptied inside of her. He used his fingers to push it back in before Y/N grabbed him by the wrist to lick them clean. 

“Tell me about this song you wrote?” She batted her lashes at him while licking his fingers.

“It’s called my only fan. You really emptied the clip!” E-rratic laughed in disbelief.

Y/N sat up and grabbed E-rratic by the hips. He looked down at her and stroked her hair from her face with his knuckles, the cold diamonds of his rings causing her to shiver. 

“I’m you’re number one?” Y/N asked.

“My one and only.” 

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“The video shoot was cool. Y’all saw the pictures. It was giving relationship!” 

“Listen, the amount of tea I have on E-rratic and how he was all over me in Tokyo. His girlfriend won’t know what hit her.” 

Tasia Marie was trending all over social media with the piping hot tea she spilled on E-rratic Leader. Her Instagram live went viral along with a few photos from Tokyo. The first photo that she posted was of her straddling E-rratic’s lap in the back of the Porsche. The second photo was of her holding his room key card. The final photo was of her laying on her back inside of his trailer. 

“He brought his girl to Tokyo and kept her inside that hotel the entire time. While I was on set getting it in with her man, she was at that hotel crying for help.” 

“It’s like she forgot who her man is. The ladies love E-rratic. Why do y’all think he hand picked me to be in the video and not her?” 

A popular podcast was trending on social media as well. The podcast is called Bri and Summer. Bri and Summer are two influencers and models who are best friends and came together to start a podcast discussing current topics. It’s nothing original about it, but as soon as the topic became about E-rratic, everyone wanted to know what they had to say:

“This your girl Brianna here!” 

“And this is summer!”

“And welcome to Bri and Summer Podcast!” 

Brianna kicked it off and didn’t hold back.

“Let’s get into the tea! Y’all know I don’t play around, I get straight to the mess. So, E-rratic is being E-rratic once again, chile! What’s new? He’s a hoe.”

Summer started laughing.

“You can’t tell me his girlfriend—if that’s even what you want to call her—thought that she was special? Somebody give her a hug!”

Summer chimed in, “Your man not too long ago was doing a fan like Melvin did Juanita!” 

“He has community dick!,” Brianna argued, “That nigga got y’all bitches reciting lyrics to backseat interlude with y’all pussies barking. I would never let that nigga hit!”

“Hold on now, hold on,” Their male guest from time to time, DJ Quick, cut Brianna off, “Weren’t you one of those girls? Didn’t you go on a date with OCHO some years back?”

“Okay, okay! Let me clear the air! I did go on ONE date with him. ONE. It was cool, I guess. He took me to this fancy Korean barbecue spot in Atlanta and then we went for a drive in one of his sports cars. Wasn’t nothing happening. That was it.”

“Nah,” DJ Quick laughed, “You are really giving off salty vibes, Bri! Did that man diss you or something? He wasn’t feeling it the way you were so now you’re out for blood?”

“Quick, first of all, it’s definitely the other way around. He wanted some of this ass and I said no. He wasn’t feeling it so he dropped me off back at my hotel and blocked me.”

“Damn, that’s messed up,” Summer said.

“Right?! And yet, y’all acting so surprised by the tea Tasia is spilling! Granted, yes, she a groupie just like the next bitch, but I wish y’all beautiful black women would wake the fuck up! E-rratic is not the end all be all.”

“Brianna, if E-rratic and you were in a room by yourself, you telling me that you wouldn’t fold?” DJ Quick argued.

“NO! I’d rather swallow glass before I let that man hit.”

“I heard he was a great lover,” Summer giggled, “I don’t know… I’d let him hit.”

“There you go! Y’all gotta let go of the fantasy. This girlfriend of his from what I gathered, was another crazed fan who got a lucky opportunity to go on tour with him. He’s having fun with her now, but it won’t last. It never does…

If things could take a turn for the worse, it would happen to Y/N. The Tokyo trip was a dream turned into a nightmare as soon as she touched back down in LA. That bitch from her man’s video went to the internet to spread tea about hooking up with Erik. At first, Y/N didn’t believe it, but the pressure got to her, and she started to question everything. Where he was going and with whom? Why was that lipstick stain really on his T-shirt? Is it more than one girl or just her?

Of course he’s pissed. The music video was out and at 100 million views in less than five days, but he knew most of those views were because of the drama. This one proved hard to debunk because he has a reputation of being a ladies man. Before Y/N, he was single and free to do whatever he wanted, SAFELY. All that mess about raw sex with different women was an absolute lie. All the other chicks except for Brianna had never badmouthed him. And Brianna is just a bitter bitch who didn’t get a taste. Now Tasia is spreading lies just because she took a few photos. 

He wasn’t going to feed into her trap. She knew he could air her shit out but he chose to ignore her childish antics and press on. The old E-rratic would have been the real villain and ruined her life. Despite her opinion of him, Erik’s fame continued to grow. Y/N didn’t think she would find herself getting into heated arguments with Erik about his whereabouts but here she was on set of a photo shoot sitting in a chair and keeping an eye on him. She never thought she would come to this, but the level of embarrassment she felt from what people were saying about her online got to her. 

She couldn’t avoid her friends and family calling her to check in on her. Her mother kept questioning if she was making the right decision being with Erik. As soon as her mother starts to come around, this drama pops up. 

“Miss Y/N, can I get you anything to drink?”

Erik’s assistant, Kiesha, a fine ass full-figured woman walked over to her with a bottle of alkaline water, a brand that E-rratic had a partnership with. 

“Thank you, Kiesha.”

“Let me know if you need anything else. E told me to keep an eye on you.” 

Y/N looked at Kiesha with a curious look, “Why’d he tell you to do that?”

“I don’t know. Just Erik being Erik.” Kiesha laughs.

Oh, so he’s Erik to you now? 

“Oh, okay,” Y/N placed the unopened bottle on a table next to her, “Thanks.” 

Kiesha smiled at her before walking away. Y/N glared at the back of her head. Why was she acting so fucking weird? Ever since Y/N started coming on video and photo shoot sets with Erik, Kiesha has been moving funny. That bitch better get it together before she ends up on her ass. 

Erik was currently doing a shoot for his collaboration with Nike. In just a couple of months, his own Nike Dunk shoe will drop. Y/N was currently wearing a pair with a brown, blue, and green colorway. 

Erik was looking too good. Fresh retwist, skin smooth and covered in tattoos, dimples deep whenever he cracked a smile, dressed down in the best shit his stylist could pull together. Y/N couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. Or could she?

Here comes Kiesha with water for Erik. She even unscrewed the cap for him and fed him some water. Erik thanked her and went back to posing. Y/N sat up in her seat and her eyes were on Kiesha like a hawk. What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

“Let me know when you need something, E!!”

E? Bitch…

“Kiesha! Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/N’s blood was boiling.

Kiesha sauntered over to her with that same smile she wanted to slap off her face.

“Yes, sweetie?”

Y/N did a double take.

“It’s Y/N. Uhhh, what’s this with you feeding Erik water?”

“Oh, aha, you know, just helping him out,” Kiesha smirked, “Why?”

“Why? Because I don’t like you doing that. He has two hands. He can do it himself.”

“Not while holding the merchandise. Erik—”

“E-rratic.”

Kiesha chuckles, “Mr. E-rratic gets the utmost treatment. I’m just being a good assistant.”

“You don’t need to do all of that. If he wants water fed to him, I’ll do it.” 

They started gaining attention from other people on set. Y/N was past the point of giving a fuck. Too often these bitches stepped out of line. And the nerve of Kiesha to do it in front of her.

“He instructed you to stay here. Are you sure that’s okay?” 

Y/N blinked at Kiesha like she lost her damn mind. Kiesha raised her brows at Y/N as if she were over exaggerating. 

“I’ll speak to him myself to confirm that.” Y/N said with a faux chipper tone.

Kiesha walked away without another word and Y/N sat in her seat fuming. She needed to take a second before she did something reckless. Climbing out of her seat, Y/N walked off set. As she was leaving, she spotted Kiesha talking closely with Erik. Erik looked up and caught Y/N’s eye, his face holding a stony expression. She picked up the pace of her movements and entered his trailer. Taking a seat at his vanity, she exhaled and closed her eyes. 

Did she over exaggerate? Was Keisha just doing her job? Whenever Erik does his boxing sessions with his personal trainer, there’s a woman who feeds him water through a squirt bottle. Maybe she was being overly paranoid. Maybe Kiesha wasn’t trying to hit on her man. After all, Kiesha knew Erik before Y/N. She’s his assistant. That has to be enough to be on a first name basis right? 

“You got something you wanna tell me, Y/N?” 

Y/N opened her eyes to find Erik staring at her through the vanity with his arms folded across his chest. He looked pissed.

“Not really if Kiesha already told you everything.” 

“I wanna hear it from you.” 

“Why?” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Because I said so. And because we need to talk.”

Y/N avoided his gaze. Erik walked up to her and placed his hands on the back of the chair. He leaned forward so that his lips were directly next to her ear. 

“Well? What’s up?” 

Y/N jerked her knee frustratingly, “I didn’t like the way she fed you water.” 

“My hands were tied up, Y/N. How was I supposed to drink the water?” Erik questioned.

“And she's going to you saying shit like I’m some child. All I did was tell her I didn’t like it and if you wanted water I could do it.” 

“You’re not always on set with me, Kiesha is. Kiesha been my assistant since day one. We grew up together, I trust her.” 

Y/N clicked her tongue, “She wanna be more than your assistant.”

Erik clenched his jaw, “How you figure that?”

“She just acts too giddy around you. I don’t like it. It drives me crazy.” 

“You ain’t have a problem with it before.”

Y/N shook her head, “You’re missing my point.”

“Who do you really have a problem with? Me or Kiesha?”

Y/N finally looked up at Erik. He was staring her down through the mirror with his black eyes. 

“Ever since all this shit with Tasia happened you’ve been on my back. What I gotta do to prove to you that it’s only you?”

“Nothing, you ain’t gotta do shit,” Y/N stood up, “I’ll see you when you get home—”

“Nah, uh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere. We ain’t finished.” 

Erik blocked her from getting out of her seat. Y/N tilted her head away from him.

“Talk to me,” Erik followed her movements, “I’m serious, open your mouth and talk.”

“…I just feel like you're gonna get tired of me.” 

Y/N looked up at the ceiling to stop herself from crying.

“I got my mom in my ear and everybody else. This shit is just too much. I’m trying to be Ray Charles to the bullshit but I can’t stop thinking the worst.” 

Erik closed his eyes for a second before he placed one hand on the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. She rests her cheek on his bare chest, her ear directly over his heart. He wrapped both of his arms around her and kissed the top of her head repeatedly. 

“You can’t let what people think get to you. I’m not leaving you. You gotta have faith in that, mamas. I ain’t say this shit was gonna be easy, did I? I don’t want nobody but you. The only one I wanna see laying next to me at night is you. The only face I wanna see when I wake up is yours. What I gotta do to cheer you up?”

Erik gripped Y/N by the chin with his hand. She looked up at him with sad eyes and a pout. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Erik still had her chin so he could control her movements. The kiss turned heated and now Erik is sitting in the chair while Y/N is on his lap. He broke the kiss and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Like I said, me and you…”

“Forever?” Y/N pressed her forehead against Erik’s. His hands were rubbing up and down her sides. 

“I want this shit forever.” Erik said. 

Soon, his hands were doing the same to her ass. Y/N started sucking on Erik’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started thrusting his hips upward. He shut his eyes and moaned in her ear. She was attacking the spot behind his ear with her tongue. 

“Why would I fuck this up? You're special to me,” Erik lifts Y/N’s cropped shirt over her head. 

“None of those bitches matter. Not Tasia, not the chick from the tour bus, not Kiesha…”

He unclamped Y/N’s bra and smoothed it from her shoulders. Her warm breasts touched his chest and he hissed with pleasure. With both hands, he cupped her breasts and brought them together. Erik rubbed his face all over her breasts back and forth. He spread each breast and rested his face between them. Y/N reached between his legs to stroke him to stiffness. 

“I knew that’s what you wanted. You were acting up just so I could fuck you.” 

Erik started sucking on Y/N’s nipples one by one. She placed her hands over his hands and watched him enjoy her breasts. He would swipe his tongue between the heft of her breasts and then over each areola. 

“Won’t everyone hear us?” Y/N whispered.

“I don’t give a fuck. You know I don’t give a fuck…”

Y/N was wearing a denim skirt so Erik could easily lift it up to her waist and slip her panties to the side. 

“Lift up…”

She raised her hips so that Erik could free his dick. 

“Fuck me just like this, daddy,” Y/N teased him with a bite of her lip. 

With one arm around her waist, Erik tilted his hips up and Y/N sank down on him. Connected, Erik gripped her sides and with his powerful arms, he bounced Y/N at a moderate pace. She braced herself on his shoulders while he controlled her body to drop down on him. Erik would look from the mirror to her face. 

“I got that ass clapping…wet fuckin’ pussy…”

“Ooo,” Y/N moaned.

“This ain’t doing it,” Erik picked Y/N up and sat her on the edge of the vanity. He spread her legs and continued to fuck her. She gripped the edge of the vanity when he lifted her hips up. The vanity shook a little and Erik had to keep his eyes on the door. Y/N took one hand to grip him by his chains. He looked back at her, biting down on his lip. When she started to moan louder, Erik stuffed his fingers in her mouth for her to suck on and to keep her quiet. 

He looked from her pussy to her face and opened his mouth to spit on his dick. 

“Why every time I fuck you, your pussy get wetter and wetter?” Erik questioned with low eyes. 

He brought one leg up to his shoulder and leaned in to pound her. Erik covered her mouth with his hand and locked eyes with her. 

“What?” Erik raised a brow, “Too much?”

Y/N whimpered when Erik started stroking her clit with his thumb.

Erik’s eyes fluttered shut and then he opened them again to look at the door, “if somebody walk in on us I’m not stopping.” 

Y/N’s walls clenched Erik’s girth and he smiled, showing off his gold canines. 

“Do it again and watch how I put you next.” 

She couldn’t control it. Every time they had sex, she couldn’t control what her pussy did. He blamed her for the spasms her slick walls were doing but it’s because of him that it’s happening. 

“Time to put you on your stomach,” Erik slipped out of her and turned her around, “Bend the fuck over.” He said through clenched teeth.

Y/N went flat against the vanity and she could feel Erik lift her denim skirt and rip her panties off. He tossed the shreds onto the vanity and spread her cheeks with one hand. Dipping his hips because she’s much shorter than him, Erik found her entrance and pushed up, slipping inside with ease because of how creamy and wet she is. 

“Fuck this dick. Make this dick cum.” He commanded.

Y/N threw it back on him as best as she could. 

“For somebody that doesn't wanna get caught, you ain’t following directions,” Erik gripped her by her arms, “You ‘bout to have me blowing your back out in this trailer…”

Erik started pounding Y/N while holding her by the arms. Her head fell forward against the mirror from the force of Erik’s hips. On set, the music was loud so Y/N hoped no one could hear, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they did. 

“Damn, this pussy is so good,” Erik let go of her arms and brought one hand around the front of her neck, “Don’t you ever question what we got. It’s me and you, and that’s my last time saying it.”

“I’m gonna cum—”

“Hold that shit in!”

“I can’t! I—ohhhh shit—”

Y/N had Erik’s dick in a vice grip. He groaned and pushed her head forward against the mirror. He could feel warm liquid on his dick and he smiled with satisfaction. 

“That’s strike two. When we get home, best believe I’m gonna tear that ass up. I told you not to cum on my dick.”

He slapped her ass rough and brought her to her knees. Erik took it up a notch and slapped her in the face with his dick before smearing his shaft covered in her cum all over her lips. 

“Put this dick in your mouth. Teach you a lesson to follow orders…”

Y/N tried to grip his dick but Erik slapped her hand away.

“Mouth. All mouth. That’s what you’ve been giving me lately anyway. Use that mouth to suck this dick.”

She lowered her mouth onto his dick and started sucking. Pussy dripping to the floor and not fully satisfied, Y/N was all jaws and neck. Erik would look from the door, to her, trying his best to keep his composure. Y/N pulled out all the tricks to get him to moan. 

“You tryna make me moan, ain’t you? You know I like it when you suck my dick like this…FUCK.”

She savored the taste of him in her mouth. Erik took control with a hand to the back of her head, feeding his dick into her mouth. 

“Just like that…just like that…mmm…eat this dick up…Fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Erik’s hand shook on the back of her head. Y/N stayed on that dick until she had the last drop of cum. When she finished, Y/N swallowed it all and licked her lips clean. Erik helped her to her feet and he excused himself to the bathroom to clean his dick off before heading back to the shoot. Y/N looked disheveled and she didn’t want to stay on set so she decided to leave.

“Here, take this,” Erik gave her the keys to his Ferrari, “And here’s some money, “Erik dropped a stack into her hand from his duffel bag, “Go get you something sexy to wear for dinner tonight and something lacy. Get yourself a new pair of stilettos too…those red ones with the skinny heel…yeah, the Louis Vouitton pair. Spend this on whatever you want. I’ll have my driver pick me up. We got a special night planned.” 

Erik gave Y/N one final kiss. He stopped her before she left to fix her hair and her clothes. Satisfied he popped her on the ass and let her leave. 

“I love you!” Erik yelled after her retreating frame.

“I love you too!”

Erik crossed his pointer and middle finger, signaling to her that he was locked in with her and he meant it. Y/N smiled, doing the same with her fingers, before leaving the set completely. Y/N may have thought that Erik would grow tired of her, but he only hoped that she wouldn’t. 

She finally filled the emptiness he felt since the first woman to ever steal his heart left this earth. Maybe he could finally start the family he always wanted.

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[thecuriousquest]

Hello, do you write yandere Kai Chisaki from MHA? Given Overhaul's quirk, I feel like E for Eradicate and #3: "I removed the problem. You should be thanking me." would be interesting!

Maybe reader and Kai have been friends since they were kids, but as they've gotten older, Kai has developed feelings for her but but doesn't know how to tell her. Every boyfriend she has have either disappeared or died in some freak 'accident.' Every time, Kai is there to comfort her, but he can never get past friend zone. Her newest relationship is by far the longest, most stable, and Kai loses his shit and eradicates him right in front of her. 🤷🏽

If you don't right for Overhaul, could you make this work for a yandere Levi? 🙏🏽

The Infection

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, slut shaming, violence, hair pulling, forced bath?

Checkout my Master List here.

Yandere Alphabet Prompt here.

This is my first time writing for Overhaul. I hope you enjoy!

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Overhaul couldn’t believe it. You had let another infection into your life. It hasn’t even been that long, a few months at the most, since he had gone and removed that parasite Itsuki from the equation. He was there of course, as your best friend. He let you cry on his shoulder while he wiped your tears away. The two of you relaxed on the couch and watched movies to help you feel better.

It feels like a punch in the stomach to see you eating ice cream with this loser named Fuji. Why are you whoring yourself out to all these guys when you have a perfectly clean one right in front of you?!

He doesn’t know what to do, what to think. Kai walks with a saunter, his hands in his pockets, as he contemplates things back to the Yakuza HQ. It disgusts him to see such impurity in your life. No, you need to be sterilized of such filth in his opinion.

Kai has always been kind to you since the first day of third grade. You two were inseparable. He would hold your hand and lead you away from bullies or mean girls who liked to spit venom at you about minute things. He was the one you shared your sandwich and chips with, although he just asked for your fruits and vegetables instead. You gladly gave it to him, not planning on eating it anyway.

There was this one time you both had gotten dirty while wrestling in the mud after school in college. You were feeling particularly playful. Kai was not. He ended up forcing you to take a bath, claiming you’re too dirty to deal with.

However, you have no idea just how clean you are to him. You’re the purest person he’s ever been around. It’s as if germs just roll off of you to him. He actually wants to be around you, wants to take his gloves off and touch you.

But you’re always with some other guy. Always eating ice cream or dinner with some other guy, always spending your Friday or Saturday nights watching movies with some other guy, always fucking spreading your legs for some other guy!

“What do I have to fucking do?!” Kai flips a table out of anger. “I’m doing everything for her!” He disassembles an entire wall with his quirk. “What do I have to do to make her see me?!”

Right when he’s about to release his quirk and level the entirety of the HQ, an idea pops into his head.

He looks at his hands. He knows how to clean up your life. He knows exactly what needs to be done.

———

“Yeah, Kai, I really like Fuji. He hasn’t disappeared on me yet, and he’s so respectful. I’m thinking of going on a vacation with him sometime soon. He invited me to this really nice resort. You don’t think it’s too soon, right?” You ask him through the phone.

Kai rakes his hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head only slightly. “I think I should meet him first. Don’t you think that’s a good idea? I want to make sure you’re not going out with some psycho.”

“Oh, please, he’s not a psycho. Well, he hasn’t given any indication that he is. If it makes you feel better, though, you guys can totally meet. I’d love to introduce him to my best friend.”

Best friend. Those words ring in his ear like nails on a chalkboard.

He forces his voice to remain neutral, uncaring. “How’s tomorrow in the afternoon?”

“That sounds great! You two can come over to my apartment for lunch. I can’t wait, Kai. I think you’re really going to like him. He’s just such a sweetie!”

He grinds his teeth, wishing he could say what’s really on his mind to you. He knows better though. He can’t say what he wants to. Not yet anyway.

“I’ll be there.” Kai has to hang up immediately before he says something he might regret. He takes a deep breath, sighing with relief that he was able to get through that conversation.

———

The three of you sit together in your living room. You and Fuji are on the loveseat while Kai sits in the chair, glaring at your boyfriend.

“So, you want to take Y/N on a trip. Where are you taking her?”

“The mountains to ski and snowboard. I thought it would be nice to have a little weekend getaway.”

“And, how do I know you’re not just trying to score one and dump her off of the side of a mountain?”

“Kai!” you scold. “Don’t be so crass.” You look at Fuji with an unbelievable expression. “I’m sorry about that. He can be a little over protective.”

Kai shakes his head. “Don’t apologize for me, especially to some jerk like him. You know what I think? I think he’s going to use and abuse you. I think he’s going to run out on you in the middle of the night. I don’t know why you always pick the assholes with the worst smell. It’s so unclean. You let their filthy hands run all over your body like it’s nothing.”

His words are beginning to shake you up a bit, and you bite your lip as you stand up. “Kai, I think it’s time for you to leave.”

He leans forward, elbows resting comfortably on his knees. “Really now? After all these years, I’m the one getting kicked out?“

“If you can’t respect Fuji, then I want you to go. He’s my boyfriend, and I like him. Accept it or get the hell out.” You cross your arms, remaining firm in your stance.

Nodding his head, Kai stands up. “Well, I guess I should get going then. Fuji, it was…nice to meet you.” He sticks out his hand for Fuji to shake.

The man is completely in shock about what just happened. How is this best friend of yours a complete asshole one second and then trying to shake his hand the next? He raises his hand to meet Kai’s, and the contact of the handshake is all Kai needed.

Suddenly, your boyfriend is no more. Blood splatters all over the apartment. The top half of his waist is disassembled with Kai’s quirk.

You scream and fall to your knees. “Kai, what the fuck did you just do?!”

He fixes his gloves, making sure blood didn’t get on them. He regards you after making sure his white gloves are clean. “I removed that infection. You should be thanking me.”

He walks over to you, crouching down by your side on your left. He grabs a handful of your H/C tresses and pulls your head back to look at him. “Now, we can finally be together.”

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[wttcsms]

and i can’t make you stay (in this broken place) ; atsumu miya

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 6.3k synopsis i sin too much to pray for you — no one can believe that one of the most powerful crime lords in the underground world of japan, atsumu miya, is wrapped around the finger of a naive girl like you, but love doesn’t really care about boundaries anyway. content contains yakuza/mafia au, pet names (”baby”, “my girl”), morning sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, gun mentions, mild descriptions of violence, minor/insignificant character deaths, naive/innocent reader

It’s rare for him to be beside you when you wake up in the morning; even rarer than that is you actually waking up before him. But rare doesn’t always equate to never, and proof of this is the fact that he’s lying right next to you, snoring softly with an arm thrown over your body.

It’s funny — even when he’s asleep, he’s still protective of you.

There had been a lot of things about Atsumu Miya that had taken a considerable amount of time to get used to: his overprotective nature, the way he’s always right (because whatever he says goes; if he says the sky is yellow, National Geographic better have that on the cover of their next issue), the way that he treats speed limits as a suggestion…

The hardest thing that you had to learn to deal with, though, is the fact that he’s a businessman first and your boyfriend second. And for the most part, you can handle being second place on his list of priorities.

After all, you’ve only known him for a little over two years. It’s unfair, really, for you to expect him to rearrange his whole entire life over the fact that you entered his… Unexpectedly, if you’re going to delve deep into the details.

You like to think about how the two of you first met. It never fails to make you smile, and you’re smiling (like an idiot, you presume) right now. You were eighteen, then. A freshman at a decent sized university and horribly naive — even more so than you are right now, which is saying a lot.

He — a random junior fresh out of a party — wanted to take you out.

“Like a date?” You had asked, stupidly, hopefully.

“Yeah, like a date.”

(His smile was anything but sweet, but red flags seem like regular flags when you’re eighteen and looking at the world through rose colored glasses.)

The “date” could only be reached, according to the college boy, via a dark alley that just screamed dangerous. You didn’t want to walk through there, but he had convinced you that you were in safe hands.

Those same hands were gripped tightly around your wrists as he led you deeper down this unlitted alleyway. The same safe hands that travelled all over the sides of your body. Even in this damp location, even with the humid summer heat of Japan, even with the humidity making the air feel so thick it was as if it were solid, even with all of that, you were still shaking every time he so much as grazed your body.

The moment his “safe hands” found their way up your shirt, you screamed.

You don’t know this part about the story. Honestly, if Atsumu gets his way (and he usually does), you’ll never know this part. It’s not important, he reasons, for you to know the real reason on why he just so happened to be in that part of town.

(It had been too dark that night, and you were so anxious that you hadn’t noticed the stains on the collar of his dress shirt, and even if you had, you would never even think for a second that it was the blood of a rival yakuza member.)

Of course, the unbiased details of the story have long since been erased from your memories. When you look back at this fateful day, the only proper way (your words, obviously no one else’s) to explain Atsumu’s entrance is to compare it to that of a knight in shining armor. Because that’s how you felt when you saw his tall figure at the entrance of the alley.

You had screamed for help, and he saved you with no hesitation.

After that, it had only made sense to you to keep in contact with him.

For such a shy, scared girl, you were awfully persistent in chasing after him. He’s never saved a girl’s number in his phone before, and he swore that you weren’t going to be an exception.

And then you became an — no, the — exception.

(He tells you, one day when he’s drunk, that he always knew you were going to be The One since the first day he met you. You had been shaking like you were freezing and stuttering over your words, and he didn’t want to see such a pretty girl like you — no, not like you… just you, because you are the only exception, after all — in a predicament like that ever again.

What a walking contradiction he is: vowing to protect you as if your very association with him isn’t the main reason why you’re in a constant state of danger.)

You moved in with him after just six months of dating. He’s your first serious boyfriend, and it’s not like you regret staying by his side, even if he does have some weird tendencies that any other sensible person would investigate. The early morning meetings and late hours that he works “at the office” are suspicious. Sometimes, he’ll come home to you with a different new scar but the same method of brushing off all your questions and concerns as trivial things.

( “Ya worry about me too much.” He tells you, like the thought of you caring about his well being, about him, so deeply doesn’t make his heart grow twice its size.)

You’re not nearly as dimwitted as his coworkers — specifically Kiyoomi Sakusa, the notorious germaphobe and coldest of the bunch — think you are. You know that there’s more to Atsumu Miya than his job as an investment broker. You know that there’s a reason he doesn’t want you to be at his work office. Absolutely no surprise visits — he’s very adamant about this rule. You highly doubt you could even get away with it; the security for his company is insane.

But he comes home to you in one piece, and his cashflow seems nearly endless, and when you’re with him, you feel so safe. So, you don’t question his business, you don’t go digging around, trying to find out where all his money and power come from. At the end of the day, does it really matter?

All that matters is that he’s here with you, right now, for what seems like the first time in forever. You’re so ridiculously happy about this fact that you can’t seem to stop smiling at him as he continues to sleep. You take a hand to reach up and play with his hair, and his eyes open in a flash, almost as if he hadn’t been sleeping just a second ago.

He looks ready to jump into action, but his body relaxes when he realizes that it’s just you.

(That’s another one of Atsumu’s odd tendencies — he’s constantly on his guard.)

He makes a small noise, shuts his eyes again, and snuggles up even closer to you, his grip on your body tightening even more. You continue to run your fingers through his hair.

“Poor baby, longer hours at the office?” You murmur, more to yourself than him. Of course you know that he’s working longer hours — the number of times you fell asleep while waiting for him makes it hard for you to not notice the slight shift in his schedule.

He’s still trying to snuggle up even closer to you, like he can’t bear not having his body pressed flush against yours.

“Mm, I’d feel a lot better if I got to spend more time with my girl.” He says, face burrowed in your hair, muffling his voice. You know this is just supposed to be a sweet morning in bed with your boyfriend, but you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at his trademark nickname for you — my girl. It sounds even better when it’s said with his morning voice.

“Let’s have breakfast together.” You suggest, your hand moving lower to play with the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck.

It’s not a bad idea. Atsumu knows you like to dote on him just as much as he does for you. The image of you wearing one of his dress shirts and just a pair of panties he bought you while working hard to prepare him a meal is a sight that greets him home at least once a week, and he can never get tired of it. But it’s been a while since he’s been able to indulge in this much free time, and today—

Today Atsumu wants breakfast in bed.

His arm around your waist allows him to squeeze one of your asscheeks before he moves his arm to the front of your body, traveling to the apex of your thighs. You part them without him having to tell you to do so, and he smiles at your easy submission. You really are his good girl, huh?

“‘Tsum—’Tsumu.” You whimper out while he traces the lace of your panties before pulling them to the side to expose your pretty pussy. He leans on his other arm, resting all his body on his left arm, so he can admire you better.

“So early in the morning, and my baby’s already so wet.” He’s smiling as his index finger finds its way inside of you.

You know that your original plan was supposed to be making Atsumu feel good, a treat for working so hard (working on what , you have no idea), but you can’t focus because it’s barely seven in the morning, and he already has you wet and wanton for him and his touch. It’s unfair, really, how just a simple taste of his touch has you keening for more already.

You can’t help but lift your hips up to try to get him in deeper, but he just laughs — a deep, melodic rumble — before adding his middle finger.

One of the things he loves most about you is the effect you have on how he views life. Atsumu Miya’s never been the type of guy to believe in fate; coincidences, sure, but never destiny, y’know? But he supposes even the universe has a heart, because it led him to you.

Sometimes, when he’s feeling extra confident, he reckons that he has the Midas Touch. His hands have explored every centimeter of your gorgeous body; how else would he explain just how golden you are? But that’s just all you; his golden girl long before you even met him. If anything, he knows the real truth: the more time you spend with him, the more time you’ll lose that lovely shine to you. Touches from a man like him only tarnish, are only capable of tainting you.

But he can’t think about that now. Lately, he’s been getting in his head, always wondering when the day is gonna come where you decide to pack your bags and jump ship. It’s why he needs to savor moments like these for as long as they last.

You grind against his hand, trying to get him in deeper as if it’s physically possible. That’s another thing he loves so much about you; it’s easy to get you needy for him. The thought of you being like this with someone else leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but the little whimpers of his name draws him out of his uncalled for jealous spiral.

Your hands, so much tinier than his, grab onto his arm, nails making themselves at home on the skin and muscle of his biceps. Most of the time, you’re his cute little pillow princess, but then there are moments where you’re just so desperate that you’re willing to put in the work, too.

“Look at you, baby, gettin’ all wet and messy from riding my fingers like they’re my cock.” He coos, watching you use his fingers to get yourself off. You’ll never believe him when he tells you just how pretty you look going stupid as the only thought in your mind is to chase after the pleasure only he can give you. Would you be grinding against the hand of anyone else, clenching around someone else’s fingers as well as you are right now?

No, you wouldn’t be. You wouldn’t be, because it’s his skin that had indentations of your nails digging themselves in there as your movements get even more sporadic. It’s him that’s being granted a front row seat to watch the way your pretty pussy glistens in the morning glow of the sun. It’s his fingers that are buried knuckles deep in your wet heat, his hand that your slick arousal is dripping all over.

“ATSUMU!” You moan out, practically humping his hand as you ride out your first orgasm of the morning. Your cheeks are burning with heat, but it’s nothing compared to the warm feeling you get in your belly before cumming all over your boyfriend’s fingers.

You’re not given a moment to come down from your previous high because when Atsumu withdraws his fingers from your cunt and brings his cum coated fingers to his lips to get a taste of you, all his restraint, all thoughts of taking his time to savor your sweetness, flies out the window.

He’s greedy, he knows it. But he also knows you, so when finds himself with his head between your thighs, licking up the remnants from your previous orgasm, he knows before you even do it that you’ll card your fingers through his hair and push his head down.

He smiles at your needy actions. Honestly, when he’s with you, it’s hard to stop himself from smiling. You just make him so happy — even happier when you make those cute, little noises when he fucks you with his tongue.

He could live in between your legs for the rest of his life, with only your juices to sustain him. Drugs have hardly ever held any interest to him, but as he relishes in the sweet taste of you, he can’t help but think that you’re his drug of choice. With a pussy like pure codeine, and a taste so sweet that he can’t help but drown himself in your essence, you wash away all his worries.

You’re lucky that he’s not tender headed, especially since you always love to pull at his hair when he makes you feel good. The sounds of him eating you out are lewd and mix in with your sweet mewls. He knows you’re close. Your thighs are closing in on him, your grip on his hair is tightening and you’re pulling with reckless abandon as your body squirms and moves sporadically without your mind telling it too. You’re so lost in the pleasure, burning in the heat of the moment.

When he finally sucks on your clit, you scream as your second orgasm has you clamping your thighs. He continues sucking on your clit throughout your release, utterly enraptured at the way you throw your head back with your back arched. He admires the way your pretty lips part to moan out his name, only his name, always his name.

You’re trying to catch your breath, watching as he licks his lips, your juices smeared all over his chin, making the lower half of his face all shiny, slick with your arousal. Your bottom lip juts out as you pout, tears welling up in your eyes.

Immediately, the pleased expression on his face morphs into one of complete concern.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” He’s panicking, worried that he went too hard on you. He’s been rougher before, but maybe his idea of “soft and sweet” is different from yours. He had only wanted to make you feel good, and it seemed like you were enjoying it, but—

“Y-you didn’t give me a-a-a chance—” You sniffle, finding it hard to stop the flow of tears from falling down your warm cheeks. “—t-to make you feel good, t-too.”

His thumb wipes away some of your tears. Look at you, all fucked out with your cute, quivering little hole still clenching around nothing. Nothing is better than seeing your pussy covered in your cum — unless, of course, it’s his cum that’s seeping out your abused hole.

“It’s okay, baby.” He coos, using his free hand to tug at the waistband of his boxers. “I never said we were finished.”

Atsumu Miya likes to play games. Which his right-hand man, Kiyoomi Sakusa, says is going to be the downfall of them all, but Atsumu doesn’t care because he thinks that Omi is too serious for his own good.

To the outside world, he’s the president of MSBY, one of the leading investment brokerages in Japan. That’s what he likes to call himself: an investment broker. A real businessman, y’know? And he looks the part, too: gelled hair, nice watch, shiny shoes, a custom tailored suit that’s been ironed by you.

To the men who dared to go against him, though, he’s the embodiment of death. The building MSBY calls its headquarters is fifty stories tall, but right now, right fucking now, he’s deep underground. On the rare occasions he does allow you to visit him at work, he shows you to his office at the very top floor — the one with the best view in Japan, he tells you, as you stare in awe at the beautiful scene before you — and says that this is where he does most of his work.

He doesn’t like lying to you, but sometimes, lying is necessary. You’re a curious thing by nature; if he told you the truth, the truth being that most of the time, all of his business is handled in the wide basement of this office building, you would ask to see it.

He doesn’t want you to see it, though. Doesn’t want you to see the way he handles business, doesn’t want you to see the men he does business with, and certainly doesn’t want those men to see you .

“Pathetic.” Kiyoomi spits out, leaning against the wall with a cold look in his dark eyes. The black mask he’s wearing obscures the disgusted sneer on his face that Atsumu knows is gracing his features.

The three men whose knees are on the floor, bowing down to Kiyoomi and Atsumu, don’t say anything in reply.

Kiyoomi brought them in because he had a sneaking suspicion that this trio had been breaking the rules, and Kiyoomi’s suspicions are hardly ever wrong. These three men had gotten a little bit too ambitious in their pursuit of money.

“Ya think I would just let the three of ya walk around as free men after what you tried to pull?” Atsumu snaps. “You think I would let anyone get away with tryin’ to sell off girls? The three of you are shit at running drugs, you really thought you could get away with human trafficking?” His voice is raising — he’s not yelling, though, not yet. “I ought to get the whole crew down here, so they can watch you three beg for your lives before I put a bullet through each of yer heads.”

“Pl-please, sir—”

“Close yer damn mouth. The more you talk, the more I want to get this over with.” Atsumu takes a step closer to them. “I was gonna go easy on ya, but then Omi told me somethin’ real interesting.” He nods to Kiyoomi, who finally stops leaning against the wall and straightens up.

“They have a bunch of files on young girls they’ve been scouting in this area. Ones that they think would be easy targets.” Kiyoomi tosses the file that he’s been hiding away in the inside of his suit jacket. “I think the one I left on top is gonna make you—” He pauses, as if he trying to find the right word without spoiling the surprise. He shrugs instead. “Well, go ahead and take a look.”

When Atsumu opens the file, he’s greeted with a candid shot of you. It had been taken last week — he knows so, because he recognizes the frilly white sundress you’re wearing in this photo. It’s the same dress he bunched up to fuck you by the lake the two of you were having a picnic at. The memory is a good one, but the fact that they managed to get a clear photo of you before that angers him.

Attached is a paper with your information filled out: basic things, like your name, age, your city of residence…

Obviously their work isn’t nearly as thorough as it could be, considering the fact that they hadn’t known about your connection to him. It’s almost laughable, really, at how pitiful their attempts to start their own little side business is.

“[Name] [Surname].” He reads out your name slowly, mockingly — as if these men are children who need help sounding out new vocabulary words in a picture book.

“Sir, please! We’ll do anything! We-we can even get her for you, if that’s what you wa—“

A swift kick to the man’s jaw has him shutting up, the impact so strong that a tooth flies out. Kiyoomi looks at it with disgust.

“God, you three are the biggest fucking idiots here, huh? I don’t even wanna know what I was thinking lettin’ ya in.” Atsumu’s eyes narrow at the pitiful sight beneath him. He should feel bad, he thinks. But, then again, they’re just asking for it. Not only did they try to use their weak connection to MSBY to promote their own little business venture, but they failed, miserably. He’d be embarrassed to be them right now.

It’s not just the ignorance and disloyalty that has his blood pressure rising, though. It’s the fact that they’ve been watching you, taking pictures of you, maybe even following you whenever they can, that makes him see red. Them asking him to spare their lives in exchange for you, though, is his breaking point.

Kiyoomi can see that Atsumu’s this close to doing something dangerous, but he doesn’t make any moves to stop him. Not because he can’t, but because he just doesn’t want to. Atsumu’s a big boy who can clean up his own messes (not well, which leaves Kiyoomi with the responsibility to erase all traces that anyone’s ever been murdered down here). Truth be told, Kiyoomi’s bored, and when Atsumu gets mad, things get fun.

He can see the gears turning in Atsumu’s head right now as he plans his next move. The pathetic whimpering coming from the trio of traitors is making Kiyoomi’s ears bleed, so he’s hoping ‘Tsumu can hurry the hell up so he can make it on time for a lunch reservation he set up…

“Since the the three of ya are all gonna be meeting yer maker soon, I’ll let you in on a little secret only the higher ups know about.” He pulls out his phone — his personal one, the one dedicated just for you — while he talks. “[Name] is my girlfriend. So I don’t need the three of you to try to take advantage of her and bring her to me.” He crouches down so he doesn’t have to speak as loud when he explains what’s about to go down.

“As a matter of fact, I think I’m gonna call her right now. Ya know what happened to the last guys that tried to fuck me and my organization over?”

“Sir! We did—“

He gets cut off when Kiyoomi knees him on the side of his head.

“Shut up, and let him finish.” Atsumu can always count on Kiyoomi to help him get his point across.

“The last guy’s last words were tellin’ my girl how pretty she looked. She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes.”

“Ya think my girl is pretty?” Atsumu pulls out his gun, matte black, fully loaded, and presses it against the middle man’s head. “Ya wanna know why that was that bastard’s last words?” He sneers, not waiting for an answer. “It’s because he wasn't even good enough to be looking at her.”

He pulls back his hand, removing the gun from against the man’s temple, and straightens up, standing to his full height.

“But that was too borin’. And besides, I don’t want you fuckers talkin’ to her.” His gun is tucked safely behind his back as he unlocks his phone. A photo of you blowing a kiss at him greets him on his home screen.

“I’m gonna ask her to pick a number between one and three. Whatever number she chooses is the number of bodies Omi’s gonna have to take to the burner.”

“Th-this isn’t right!” One of the men shouts. “Letting your fucktoy call the shot—“

“You can get shot right now if ya like.” The man is silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

When he calls you, you pick up on the first ring, just like he knew you would because that’s what you always do.

“Hey, aren’t you at work right now?”

“I’m takin’ a break.”

“That’s good! You’ve been working so hard. Are you sure you can’t bring some of your work home?”

Well, he could, but he’s not sure how you would feel about having a stranger’s blood splattered all over the white carpets you made him buy.

“Nah, I’m fine. Hey, I wanted to call you because I need some help.”

“Really?” He can practically see your wide eyes. “Of course! D-do you need me to come down to the office?”

“No!” He winces when he realizes that his voice is louder than it needs to be. “No.” He repeats, more gently this time around. The difference startles the three men, but Kiyoomi just rolls his eyes. It’s pathetic how much Atsumu babies you.

“I just need you to pick a number between one and three.”

“For what?”

“Can’t say. Just pick, baby.”

“Um…” He can tell you’re probably biting your bottom lip in thought. “Whatever I say won’t ruin the company, right? Like, this isn’t some life or death decision I’m making?”

Atsumu’s smile is a sadistic one. “Of course not! I can’t tell ya what it’s for, but it’s definitely nothing crazy. But you gotta pick now, baby, I’m in a hurry.”

“Okay, well, you know what? You can never go wrong with picking the highest number. I think I should choose number three.”

“Three?” Atsumu asks, just to confirm that he hasn’t gone hard of hearing yet.

“Three.” You confirm, giggling a little bit. “So, did I choose good?”

“You chose perfectly, baby. I gotta go now, but I’ll see you tonight.”

When he hangs up, it’s like flipping a switch. His face is contorted into a cruel sneer as he stares down at the three men. He only looks up to nod at Omi, who’s now pulling out his own gun.

“Hey.” Atsumu taps the toe of his shiny dress shoes on the cheek of one of the kneeling men. It’s the same one who was so adamant that this “wasn’t right”. Pulling back the safety of his gun, the action making a resounding click that echoes throughout this dark room, Atsumu smirks. “How does it feel knowing that my fucktoy is the reason why ya got a bullet through yer head?”

He doesn’t get an answer because dead men don’t speak.

Showing you off, though, becomes a problem — and fast.

Word spreads like wildfire in the underground world, and the hottest news right now is this: Atsumu Miya’s absolutely whipped for some stupid slut, and if you value your life, you’ll leave her the fuck alone.

But there are two sides to a coin, and the other side is this: the best way to fuck with Atsumu Miya is to fuck with you.

Every major and minor crimelord or lone wolf has heard about you. Most of them have seen a photo of you, some of them even have their own. The most direct way of having Atsumu Miya in the palm of their hands is to choke you with it first.

An old rival of his is the first to hear the news about you. Tobio Kageyama isn’t interested in how pretty you are; he doesn’t care that you’re naive and just begging to be taken advantage of; he couldn’t care less about all the lewd comments used to describe you when he’s gathering info. All he cares about is that kidnapping you will have Atsumu doing whatever he wants, and at the end of the day, all Tobio really cares about is how much power he has.

But you don’t know about any of this. How could you? Atsumu’s main goal is keeping you in the dark. You’re not stupid — obviously, he’s into some shady shit, but it’s never been anything that you felt you should worry about. Besides, aren’t all businessmen a little crooked?

The sound of several muttering voices and the slam of a door signals that Atsumu is home, and you peek your head from behind the wall that serves to separate the entranceway from the living room.

“‘Tsumu?” You ask, staring first at your boyfriend, and then at the three men behind him. You recognize the trio — you call them his friends, even though Atsumu knows better. They’re loyal and he doesn’t mind spending time with them, but there’s no room for any real meaningful friendships to take place.

“We have to go. Now.” Atsumu makes his way to you in just three long steps, his hand finding its way to your tiny arm, squeezing tight as he drags you alongside him.

“‘Tsumu, I-I don’t understand. Did I do something? Wh-”

“Kiyoomi, you sure you wanna go alone? Bo could always come with you.”

Kiyoomi scoffs underneath his mask, as if what Atsumu just suggested offends him. “I respect Ushijima, but I’m sure he and I can come to an understanding without any assistance.”

Atsumu speaks to Shouyo and Koutarou, double checking on certain things, and when everything seems to be sorted out, he nods at them before dragging you out into the hallway of the apartment building you live in.

“Atsumu, let me go.”

“I can’t do that.” He says, never easing his grip on you as he walks down the hallway and pulls you into an elevator, taking the two of you down to the parking garage.

“What’s going on, Atsumu?” You try to ease the shake in your voice as you grab at his chin, forcing him to face you. He seems angry at first, but his features soften as he looks down at you.

“I’m not a good person, ya know.”

“Did something happen?”

“The specifics aren’t important, trust me.”

“Trust you?” You ask. “Can I? Should I?”

Now’s not the time for his heart to be breaking. Whether he’s fucking you or not, you always look up at him adoringly, like he’s just the ninth wonder of the world or something. Now, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger, and the worst part about it is the fact that it’s entirely justified. You brought out a different side to him no one else would ever know existed, but that doesn’t mean you know about who he really is.

“Do you?” He retorts, looking directly in your eyes, seeing his crazed expression reflecting back at him.

A beat passes, and then—

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

You’re telling the truth.

When he takes you to the safe house, he explains it. Maybe not all of it, and he’s definitely sparing you the gritty details, but you get what you need to know — what you should know. MSBY has one foot in the corporate world, and one buried deep in the ground of the world of organized crime. He’s been prepped and primed for his position since he was a teenager; leaving isn’t an option granted to many.

He gave up his life for this cause so his brother could live normally. Now you know why he never talks about Osamu — it’d leave a bitter taste in your mouth too.

A lot of bad men want to hurt you as a means of getting to him. He can protect you — he will protect you. He just needs time. Time to gather more resources, time to deal with all his enemies, time time time.

He’s been running short of it for quite a while now.

He tells you your limited options: stay with him, or stay with him ‘til it’s safe for you to leave this safehouse, and you can break free from this life. You can pretend that you’ve never even met him. Move on. Meet someone normal. You’d still be under his protection either way.

You cried when he told you this. You’re sensitive, after all. Empathetic, too. His pain ultimately becomes your pain, and he hates himself because the last thing he had ever intended to do was hurt you .

But hurting people comes easy to him. His hands have been molded to hold a gun, not love. He’s not built for tender touches and handling things with care, and maybe he was just fooling himself into thinking that you’re meant to be his.

But all thoughts of how he’s a monster incapable of deserving nice things, incapable of deserving you, leaves his mind when he finds you straddling his lap. You stopped crying, but the barely dried up tear streaks are still on your cheeks, lashes still wet as you stare at him.

You’re pressing your body against his, arms wrapped around his neck, face burrowed in the open space between his neck and shoulder. It’s like you’re trying to steal him of all his warmth — isn’t it bad enough that you’ve already stolen his heart?

Is it bad that he’d give you his all, give you everything, if you just asked?

He’s not sure how long he holds you like this, but it also doesn’t take you very long to start squirming against him.

Even in a life threatening situation, you’re still his needy little slut. You’re grinding on his lap, letting out tiny, cute whimpers as you rub your clothed cunt over his steadily hardening cock.

“Mmm, I-I need you, ‘Tsumu.” You whine out, rubbing your face against his neck, inhaling his familiar scent.

“Yeah? My pretty baby needs me?” He groans out. “I need you, too, baby. I need to fuck your little pussy ‘til everyone knows who you belong to.”

Ridding you of your shorts and panties is an easy task, especially since you’re so eager. Your dainty fingers are unzipping his jeans, and he watches you with half-lidded, lust filled eyes as you hastily pull down, trying to free his cock from its confines.

He fucks you all night, making good on his word. The first time you orgasm is when you ride his cock like it’s the last time you’ll ever do so, pathetically rutting up against him like a weak bitch in heat. His fingerprints are embedded in the flesh of your hips, and he sucks harsh hickies on your neck and collarbone that don’t fade for a week. The second time you orgasm is when he takes you to the king sized bed and properly gets his cock reacquainted with your pretty pussy, thrusting in so deeply that he presses against your cervix despite your whines. Your walls clamp down on him so tightly, clinging to his dick every time he tries to move; he doesn’t have to mold you to him, it’s as if you’ve already been made for him, custom tailored to fit him and only him.

He fucks you rough and hard, with a bruising pace and superhuman stamina. Your throat is sore from screaming so much. You’re nothing but a leaking hole by the time he’s done for the night, vision blurred and limbs feeling like gelatin. You can barely form a coherent thought, nevertheless speak using actual sentences, and so when he pulls you close to him, placing a gentle, almost chaste kiss on your forehead, you can’t tell him what you want to say: I love you, and I won’t leave you.

The hardest part about the life he’s been forced to live is the fact that his priorities will never align. He thinks about this as he tucks you in, brushing back your hair as you sleep. You roll over on your side, grabbing at the spot where he should have been laying, pouting in your sleep as if you know he should be there and he isn’t.

That’s the issue. No matter how much he wants to, he can’t be there for you as much as he would like.

Stupid Kiyoomi warned him about this — “You can’t live a double life.” He can’t run the underground crime world and be your boyfriend. He also can’t put you through this life; can’t force you to stay in a place where you don’t belong.

He brushes his lips against your forehead again, smiling at you as you sleep.

He’ll come back for you, he swears. He just has to make sure that you’ll be safe. Won’t come back for you until he’s certain that all the major threats are gone.

You’ll wake up alone. There will be no way for you to contact him. He won’t go out of his way to speak to you, either. It’s best for the both of you to learn and adjust to living without each other.

In this line of business, it’s just better for everyone in the long run to prepare for the worst.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #smut #lemon #one shot #drabble #angst #yakuza au #mafia au #hq imagines

[bittersweetresilience]

sunny's favorite fanfiction

By no means a complete list of what I've read and loved, but these are some of the fics I have found the most memorable, captivating, and influential to me. Mostly oneshots. Mostly dark. Mind the Sunny.

clear blood

Prince_Enby (OMORI, 2,674 words)

Hero took a little too long.

I am pretty sure this fic rewired all of my neurons. I wrote a sequel to it. I wrote multiple sequels to it, though only one published. I think about it all the time. I have absorbed it into my body and my writing. The slow build, the foregone conclusion, the denial, the interspersing of memory, even the summary and author's note Altered™ me. This is my all time favorite fic, and from my all time favorite video game.

Each That We Lose Takes Part of Us

aceofbasedesires (The Untamed, 12,652 words)

“Wake up,” he says to his body, alarm making him itch. There’s no response. He says it louder, and then yells it, trying to drift forward. He can’t move. He’s curled over his own body, staring down at it, without being able to do anything. From inside Burial Mounds, Wei Ying’s mind reaches out to those he’s left behind.

Exquisite sadness indeed. I wrote a sequel to this one as well. I love fics that haunt me. I love fics that make me feel like a ghost. I love unhappy endings. I love this part of the show. I love hurt people hurting people. I love inevitability. I love tragedy.

tarnishing

ruthwrites (Mob Psycho 100, 21,147 words)

Reigen realizes that he never gave the man his name. He knew it, anyway— as well as the slogan for Reigen’s whole business. There must be some sort of reason for it. Maybe they’ve met before. As Reigen walks, he becomes more and more certain— he’s seen the man before.

There is nothing I appreciate more than a well done piece of horror. So insidious, so creeping, so everywhere. Lingering. A work of art and a model for manipulative relationships and gaslighting. The final scene with the rope has a full body grip on me.

Cold Water

messageredacted (Homestuck, 6,551 words)

You’re barely finished with your ascension to god tier when they drag you off your quest bed.

Iconic fic forever. I have reread this fic and its remix an unknown number of times over the years. Made for me.

The Decline

EzraBlake (John Dies at the End, 5,284 words)

I'd never heard him make a sound like that. It was almost inhuman coming from John – John, who once drank an entire bottle of tabasco sauce and then got it all over the bathroom because he was laughing hysterically while he vomited. John, who fucked up an alternate dimension by aiming an uncontrollably shitting dog like a rocket launcher. John whimpered.

This fic is so intensely, faultlessly in the spirit of the books, which I adore, that it makes me want to blow up my house with grenades.

power & control

instead (Miraculous Ladybug, 1,404 words)

“Was he always like that?” Félix asks on a ride home from school. She glances to her left: in the passenger seat, he smooths out his uniform, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists. “When you first got married.”

I write the most about Félix and Amélie, and this is the best depiction of them I have ever seen. I call Amélie my queen of England constantly.

This Time I'm Coming Down

telm_393 (The Good Place, 3,585 words)

Jason makes a lot of decisions he might regret.

I had a really hard time deciding between this and Some Things You Can't Touch. True to the characters in a way that makes me want to bite things and scream.

like the sheep

zehecatl (Night in the Woods, 1,564 words)

Sometimes, reality mixes in with memories, and so there's Angus, right across the median.

I am pretty sure it's still sad, but it's a tender sort of sad, like Angus loves him so much it's a sad thing osmosed into my entire personality. Dreams. Gore. Bleeding.

runner ups

The Arowana

chesslyfe5eva (Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, 6,486 words)

"Thank you, father. I've always wanted to look like a third-rate Yakuza lieutenant." "You're welcome. It's a beautiful creature. Kind and self-sacrificing. If anyone in its household were to die, it gives its life and dies in their stead." When Kiyotaka is born, his grandfather gifts the new parents a baby arowana.

Writing about side characters who are almost original characters in relation to a minor detail in the franchise, love of my life. It is so well made.

Terrycloth Mother

rowdymouse (Mother 2: EarthBound, 4,325 words)

Tony's faced with a hard task: providing Jeff all the love he never got and desperately needs.

This actually spoke to my core. It has a very particular feeling shared by The Arowana. Second person perspective never misses.

Until the Walls Break Like Waves

attackfish (Avatar: The Last Airbender, 21,095 words)

It was just before the winter solstice when Earth Kingdom soldiers captured the prince of the Fire Nation and his uncle, the Dragon of the West. It was the dead of winter when they were brought to Ba Sing Se.

I feel like I have to include such a powerful and iconic fic. Good thing this exists.

ten thousand grit

besselfcn (Hunter × Hunter, 1,310 words)

Killua isn’t anything. Killua is a sharpened blade. Killua is the teeth and fillings left behind when a body burns to ash. So what’s another whetstone? What’s another funeral pyre?

Since I read this, what’s another whetstone? What’s another funeral pyre? has not left my brain.

special mentions

running in the shadow

wackus_bonkus (Miraculous Ladybug, 3,062 words)

Félix doesn’t miss the soul bond between him and Adrien until it’s gone.

How could I not award this masterpiece? I love nonlinear narratives and vignette style fics. Especially when they are written by my friend and for me. This is worth the world and deserves everything.

The Homestuck Epilogues

Andrew Hussie, Cephied_Variable, ctset (Homestuck, 190,398 words)

Ten years after their adventure began, the heroes are enjoying a well-earned retirement on Earth C. But John still has one last choice to make.

Can I count this? I'm counting this. This inspired my love for metafiction and shaped me as a person. Narratives, futility, meaning, characters getting worse. I've never seen a more creative usage of visual elements in fanfiction. I devour experimental media.

#GOD I LOVE UNHAPPY OR AMBIGUOUS ENDINGS #it's overwhelming how many fics i didn't include HJSHHJSHSFKJDSK #my almost 6000 bookmarks on ao3... #looking at this lineup is interesting to me #because i read and enjoy whump the most but it seems #a great number of the fics that actually stick with me and weave their way into my body are the experimental ones the horror ones #the ones that make me do or feel or think something new and interesting #i hope my fics can be that for somebody... #🌃

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Various Baki x Reader

Chapter 3

Author’s note: the faster updates of updates.

Koreha Shinogi is now added to the love interest list.

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    (Your name) hummed to herself as she sat on her hospital bed. She had gotten really lucky with her legs. The doctors said her legs would recover in a week or two so for now she’d be under one of their top doctors, Doctor Kureha Shinogi. 

     “I was able to reattach all the muscles back to your legs.” Doctor Kureha told the young woman with a smile. “The flexibility and strength you show cased in that fight were admirable. How are you able to be so flexible with such a soft, muscular body? I’ve never seen anything like it. Not to mention, your skin didn’t break open when Hanayama grabbed and pinched you with all his might.”

    (Your name) gave the doctor a small smile. “I lived in a small village in the Amazon rainforest. Everything there could kill you so I trained my body to be able to protect myself against anything that could potentially kill me.” (Your name)’s (eye color) eyes stated deeply into the doctor’s brown eyes. “The anaconda was just my favorite among all the predators. It’s one of the first creatures that tried to kill me.”

     “I am in now way trying to be unprofessional do inappropriate, this is a question for science, can I study you?” Doctor Koreha asked, (your name) trying not to laugh at how curious he was about her. 

    “Doctor you’re acting as if I’m some sort of biological anomaly. It’s just contortion, muscle memory, and growing up in a constant state of survival.” (Your name) stated. “You are looking into a  bit too much. I do appreciate your stare of professionalism. Thank you for the interest.”

     “Ah.” Doctor Koreha didn’t think she’d refuse him. Most women couldn’t resist his pretty face and his sweet words when he asked them something. A shame his charms didn’t work on her, but it’s not like he could try throughout her two week stay. “I will continue to persist then, until you accept my efforts for medical science.”

    “You’re goofy. I was trying not to directly say no since you’re a doctor but it seems I must be firm. No. Now leave me alone you quack.” Doctor Koreha had never been called goofy in his entire life, it was almost refreshing to be insulted by someone for a change.

    “You’re funny. I like you.”

    “I don’t like you. Now leave me alone.” 

     Doctor Koreha laughed, leaving the room before (your name) began to become more feisty. She was a hoot.

    Doctor Koreha narrowed his brows when he saw a thin man carrying a giant bouquet of roses, camellias, and carnations towards (your name)‘s room. 

    “Kizaki.” The yakuza perked up at his name, turning to look at Doctor Koreha. “Why do you have so many flowers?”

     “Hanayama sent me to give these to miss (last name). As well as to tell her he paid for all of her hospital expenses. I think he may be smitten.”

    Doctor Koreha frowned. Hanayama was interested in the woman who beat him in a fight? How interesting.

    “Alright. I was just hoping you weren’t planning anything violent in my hospital.” Doctor Koreha bit his lip. This just wouldn’t do. He couldn’t have someone so valuable fall into Hanayama’s clumsy hands. Hanayama could break her.

    “Hello?” (Your name) tilted her head at the man in the suit who entered her room. Who on earth was he? She has certainly never seen him before.

    “I am Kizaki. I am Hanayama’s right hand man. I’m here on a personal delivery for him.” Kizaki held out the bouquet to her, a smile on (your name)’s lips. It seems mister Hanayama covets her affections now. He must be a very peculiar man from how sweaty Kizaki was.

    “They’re lovely.” Red roses for passion, pink camellias for longing, red camellias for desire, and light red carnations for admiration. How interesting that a stoic man picked such loud flowers. It was incredibly romantic if she thought about it. If he wanted her attention, he certainly has it now. “Will you tell him I accept these?”

     “Of course, ma’am. He also paid for all of your hospital expenses.”

     (Your name) smiled as she smelled the flowers gifted to her. This was extremely flattering, she almost didn’t know how to react. It’s been a long time since she’s had such big demonstrations of affection done for her

     “I’m flattered to the highest degree. Please tell him of my thanks. May I be so bold to ask to see him once we have both recovered?” 

     Kizaki’s eyes widened in surprise. She was interested in his boss? Hanayama would probably be happy to know. He’s never been so interested in someone before, at least someone of the opposite gender. His boss never was one for romance. Maybe the pressure of getting his head crushed between thighs changed his mind. Who knew with Hanayama.

     “I will let my boss know. Have a safe recovery, ma’am.” Kizaki bowed to (your name). He wouldn’t mind if she became the boss’s girl. She must be someone special for Hanayama to go so far out of his way to do all of this for her. 

     Kizaki brushed past Zaria, the girl quirking a brow at the man in the suit. (Your name)‘a mother couldn’t have sent a man to pursue (your name) yet, right? 

    “(Your name), who’s as the weird man- whoah.” Zaria’s eyes widened at the huge bouquet of flowers in her (skin color) hands. And was (your name) smiling. “Who are those from?”

     “Hanayama. My opponent from the arena.” (Your name) smiled at Zaria. “He paid for my hospital expenses too.”

    “How does he have all the money to do all of that?”

     “He’s the head of the the Hanayama group. He’s yakuza.” Zaria choked on her spit in shock.

     “He’s what-“

    “He was announced as the strongest yakuza during our fight. Don’t you remember?” (Your name) chuckled as she placed the flowers on the side of her bed. “I’ll need a vase for these if you’d be so kind as to get me one.”

    “I didn’t even hear it because that guy was getting naked-“

     “Shh. It’s what Japanese brawlers too. He seems to be a very traditional man.”

    “Well I personally liked that Katsumi guy for you. His whole family fights. His mom supports his dad and him.” (Your name) smiled at her friend. It seems Katsumi’s mom must’ve been near her to put a little worm in her ear.

     “The cute karate guy?” (Your name) giggled, holding a hand on her chin. “He seemed pretty strong too. And respectful.”

    Katsumi seemed to be the type of guy who would treat a girl really well. The gentlemanly type with a playful side. And he was nice to look at, so (your name) wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of going on a date with him.

     “His mom, Natsue, said you could come to the Shinshinkai dojo whenever. She said they’d accept you with open arms.” (Your name) smiled at her friend.

     “He had said I could stop by at anytime. Maybe I’ll go see him. And see what his karate is all about.” (Your name) hummed, before glancing out the window. “And that Jack Hanma guy asked me out on a date too. How lucky am I?”

    “Retsu and Katsumi also wanted to go dancing with both of us. It could be like a double date.” (Your name) giggled at her friend.

     “There’s a lot of romantic options around here I guess.” (Your name) didn’t think there’d be so many bachelors around here but guess she was wrong. “I wonder if my mom would accept any of them.”

    “At this point I think she’ll be acceptable of you dating anyone at this point.” Zaria chuckled. “She just wants you to be happy.”

     “I know. I just wish she’d stop trying to force me to marry. I’ll just beat most of them up anyways.”

    “What even is your type, (your name)?” Zaria asked with a furrowed brow. “Do you even like men?”

     “I do. I just like men who are stronger than me. I just don’t want to be with someone who thinks that women can’t fight. Is that too much to ask?” (Your name) laughed, Zaria placing her face in her palms.

     “What about personality traits? Physical appearance?”

     “I’ve never dated nor have I been attracted to anyone. So I’m open to anyone.” (Your name) smiled, her friend looking at her with a deadpanned expression. “Hanayama is very ruggedly handsome and so is Jack. Retsu is a gentleman and much older. And Katsumi is cute. I think he is the most conventionally attractive of all of them.”

    “You’re something else.” Zaria took a seat beside (your name).

    “So I’ve heard.” (Your name) bit her lip. “We’ll see how long these suitors last. I give it a week.”

     “Do you really think so little of yourself?” Zaria asked curiously. “I mean your the whole package deal. Also speaking of packages, do you want me to undo your chest binding?”

     “Please!” The two girls shared a quick laugh before Zaria unfastened the bandages around (your name)’s chest, the girl moaning in relief when her chest finally fell back into its proper place. “It was killing me.”

     “But no boobs were seen during the fights so it’s all good.” 

    “True. I still have my dignity in all of this.”

     “I’ll go get you your vase. Inform me of anymore visitors that appear while I’m gone. Also, about that hot doctor.” Zaria winked at (your name), the woman merely smiling at her friend.

     “I will. Be safe.” (Your name) waved at her friend. A relieved sigh leaving her throat. All this socializing was making her tired. 

    (Your name) laid back on the bed, making herself comfortable. A small nap sounded nice. 

    (Your name) folded her hands across her stomach before closing her eyes. She couldn’t wait to get out of this hospital.

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Author’s note: thanks for reading!

#female reader #yandere #yandere imagine #baki hanma #baki the grappler #jack hanma #kaoru hanayama #katsumi orochi #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere x reader #baki x reader

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Slow Damage Review (Spoilers!)

I’ve let Slow Damage continuously sear off layers of my brain in the span of 2 weeks and now I have to make all my thoughts on the game everyone’s problem (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

Spoiler-Free Bare Essentials

Slow Damage is a BL visual novel developed by Nitro+CHiRAL, who are responsible for popular titles such as Dramatical Murder and Togainu no Chi. The year is 20-something-something. A massive recession in Japan has lead to the formation of the chaotic, yakuza-controlled city of Shinkoumi. You follow the protagonist Towa, an artist who gains inspiration by drawing out his muses’ deepest, darkest desires. As you proceed through the game, you dig deeper and deeper into the mysteries of Towa’s past and capture the hearts of his rogue gallery of men: an ossan, the “mom friend”, his problematic ex, and A Lawyer. 

If you haven’t played the game yet but are intrigued by anything I’ve just said, please play the game first because I don’t want to spoil you! Just make sure you heed the extensive list of trigger and content warnings because this game is not fucking around with the dark content and sensitive subjects it tackles. Otherwise, let’s get into it ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ

!!Spoilers!!

Characters

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Towa is our main character. He’s an artist under the pseudonym “euphoria”, creating pieces after euphoric episodes in which he draws out his muses’ deepest desires. He usually has his muses enact their desires on him, so as you can imagine it’s often a painful and bloody process. 

Towa can also read people’s Smoke, which is a unique aura surrounding each person that fluctuates based on their emotions. Also if it was entirely up to him he would live exclusively off of alcohol and cigarettes. Thankfully he has Taku and Rei to keep their hot mess of a friend alive.

I absolutely adore Towa and he was hands down my favorite character in the whole game. I loved being in his head and understanding the unique way he views the world, the people around him, and his relationship with sex and violence. Towa doesn’t value his life highly, nor does he particularly want to die. He’s outwardly apathetic, although his friends know not to take it to heart most of the time. 

One line of dialogue that really stood out to me is in Taku’s route where he says something to the effect of “the way you go about sex is a form of punishment”. Towa enjoys masochistic sex, but he also uses sex and pain to feel dehumanized and to cope with his deep trauma. He isn’t used to being treated gently (nor does he initially want to be), which makes the scenes where he is being taken care of hit harder.

I will talk more about Towa as we get into each of the love interests.

Dr. Feel Good

Can you believe Rania gave us the Taku theme song over a decade ago.

Dr. Murase Takuma or Taku is an old man that was specifically designed to cater to ME, ossanlover69. He runs a clinic in Shinkoumi and keeps Towa gainfully employed despite the fact that Towa rarely shows up on time to work without him having to burst into his room banging pots and pans. Taku is one half of Team Keep Towa Breathing along with Rei, making sure his room is tidy and patching up his wounds after his intense euphoria sessions. Taku has been Towa’s doctor since he was young and has been taking care of him for years. Towa also uses Murase as his last name when he needs one. This is a fact that makes me want to walk right into the ocean.

In his route, you find out that Taku owes a significant debt to Toono, a high ranking member of the Takasato-gumi. Because of this, daddy is forced to make some bad drugs for Toono, which tears him up on the inside and causes Rei and Towa to be alarmed by his suspicious behavior. In the good end, Towa helps Taku decide not to finish making the drugs and Taku turns himself into the authorities. Towa becomes Taku’s malewife and picks up his convict hubby when he gets out of jail a year later. In the bad end, Taku goes full yandere and confines Towa in the bowels of his clinic. Bug hallucinations and (you guessed it) drugs are involved. Fun.

My Thoughts:

I quite enjoyed Taku within his own route! I love the dynamic of confident!Towa and inexperienced with men!Taku. We know who’s calling the shots in this relationship (spoiler alert it’s not Taku). The dialogue during their good end nsfw scene is some of my favorites from the game. Towa isn’t someone who can say “I love you” easily. I don’t believe he says it to any of his love interests despite receiving confessions. However, Towa thinking that the moment he saw Taku get shot was the point stopped taking Taku for granted hits harder than an “I love you” for me. Also Towa’s embarrassment at Taku’s careful attention to him was extremely cute. The mortifying new experience of being loved and cherished. 

OK, now for the bad. The further you get into the game, the more this man’s name gets dragged through the fucking mud. We find out that Taku has been keeping information about Towa’s past from him in order to shield Towa from having to face the deeply traumatic experiences of his childhood. In Madarame’s route, Madarame uses this to create an irreparable rift between Towa and Taku. In Fujieda’s route, Taku is actively trying to keep Towa from learning more by refusing to share information and even attempting to burn evidence.  

This information does sour his good ending a little, as we know there are skeletons that will likely stay in the closet forever while they’re together. In Fujieda’s route where Towa is trying to learn about his past, Taku’s actions become a lot harder to swallow. However, I do think Fujieda is the key to Towa being able to confront his past and begin the healing process. Seeing how Towa reacted to learning about what Maya did to him, I’m not sure if Taku (or Rei or Madarame), even with all his love and concern, would have been enough to stop Towa from hurting himself. Therefore, was it the right call for Taku not to say anything in his own route? Is it better for Towa to move forward with his life without having to drag up painful memories, especially without the right kind of support? I don’t know!!

I have to move on now this is getting way too long. So many people say they love pathetic dilfs but when Taku is a pathetic 40 something year old hot mess forced to commit crimes and is a big liar suddenly I’m the only one stepping up to bat for him?! Unbelievable.

Gong Yoo Sakaki shows up asks you if you wanna play a game of ddakji Moneymatch wyd

Izumi Rei is Taku and Towa’s friend who works part-time at Taku’s clinic. He’s also a bartender at Towa’s favorite bar Roost, and enjoys participating in Deathmatch fights. He is the other half of Team Keep Towa Breathing, making sure Towa is fed and has like a sip of water occasionally. He has a kind and outgoing personality.

In his route, Rei learns that his shitty deadbeat father has left him a hefty gambling debt to pay off. Because of this, Rei has to participate in Moneymatch fights, which are high risk (the loser is killed), high reward ($$$$$). Towa spends his time in this route trying to help Rei with his debt, and also with Rei’s struggles with his gender identity. In the good end, Rei settles the debt, decides to embrace his identity as a man, and whisks Towa away to travel together. In the bad end, Rei continues to fight Moneymatch fights while keeping Towa confined in his room (are we sensing a pattern here). There is some body modification and eye stuff involved. Fun.

My Thoughts:

I love Rei a lot! To be honest I like him more as a friend to Towa (and Taku), but I do think Rei’s route does a better job fleshing out Rei and Towa’s chemistry compared to Taku and Towa. Underneath layers of apathy, Towa displays little signs that he cares for Rei and pays close attention to him. For example, noticing that Rei bites his fingernails when he’s stressed, which tips him off that Rei is struggling with something. Rei is willing to lean into Towa’s desire for violence in a mutually agreed upon way. Like Rei enjoys the thrill of a fight and his wish was to fight Towa without holding back, which Towa likes (and it’s Rei in the heat of a fight which causes Towa to take notice of Rei in a non-platonic way for the first time). Also I loved confident power bottom!Towa with virgin!Rei. The “congrats on the sex” comment had me ROLLING. 

OK, now for the bad. I’m not sure I loved the way Rei’s gender dysphoria was handled, although I do think a sincere effort was made to tell Rei’s story. I thought the direction of his route would be for him to accept both his feminine and masculine sides, instead of only embracing his masculine side. Also in Fujieda’s route Rei mentions trying to reconnect with his shitty homophobic father which is just... no? why? Finally the haircut N+C decided Rei needed at the end should constitute as a jumpscare. Let him have long hair!!

Big Dick is Back in Town

Madarame Kei is Towa’s mysterious ex-fuckbuddy that used to be a part of the Takasato-gumi. He was thought to be dead after a traumatic fight that resulted in his “death” and the death of Towa’s half-brother/fellow yakuza member, and caused Towa to lose his eye. But now he and his magnum dong are back in town and ready to be your problematic fave. His route is unlocked after you finish Taku’s route, and the game teases you by repeatedly mentioning that a “ghost” has been beating the shit out of people in the Deathmatch areas. Hmm I wonder who it could possibly be?

In his route, we learn that Madarame has come back to destroy the Takasato-gumi. He’s also here for Towa. Instead of contacting him like a normal person, Madarame kidnaps Towa and chains him up in a dirty building (again, are we sensing a theme). After days of abuse, Madarame lets Towa go. But Towa soon realizes that his life is full of malaise, and only Madarame can give Towa what he really wants: the thrill of violence which makes him feel truly alive. And Madarame and him are very sexually compatible so there’s that. He then returns back to Madarame. In the good end, they take down the Takasato-gumi, cut ties with Taku and Rei forever, and go on fighting adventures together. In the bad end, Madarame becomes the new leader of Shinkoumi, with Towa as his loyal underling. Knife and bloodplay are involved. Fun.

My Thoughts:

As far as N+C bastard men go, I actually enjoyed this route a lot more than I expected! I think my feelings can be summarized as “it’s not personally for me, but I get it”.

Madarame represents a piece of Towa’s traumatic past. He isn’t here to help Towa heal from his traumatic experiences, rather, he simply wants to live with a version of Towa that still has fighting spirit in him. Madarame understands Towa’s physical needs in a way that Taku and Rei do not. By the end of the route, they’re able to establish a balance between violence and their definition of love. I think that after Towa returns to Madarame out of his own free will, their chemistry really shines, and I especially liked the scene where they were drinking sake together. Very spicy. 

Ok, now for the bad. Towa’s thought process in hating Madarame and hating himself for wanting Madarame makes a lot of sense. Towa deciding to return to the man who abused him after realizing he no longer fits into his old life as a result of Madarame’s actions/what Madarame wanted Towa to realize also makes a lot of sense. But. This game does such a good job at walking me through Towa’s thoughts as he’s being abused, it just hit too many raw nerves and made it hard for me to fully enjoy them as a couple (although like I said, they do find their own balance by the end of the route). Also I didn’t love that Towa completely severed ties with Taku and Rei before leaving with Madarame. After spending hours investing in this OT3 friendship and watching Towa achieve happy ends with both of them, it made me so :((((. Also... not the matching mullets.........

Despite all of this, any route that makes me chew on it as much as I did with Madarame is good, and I appreciated a change in dynamic compared to Taku and Rei.

Lawyer

Fujieda Ryo is a lawyer. He works for the Takasato-gumi. His route is unlockable after you have finished Taku, Rei, and Madarame’s routes, and the game teases his route by having him occasionally appear to do lawyerly tasks and duties. Titillating stuff.

In his route, someone has been sending Towa tokens of his past (pieces of a diary, a bunny toy, pictures of people and records of various injuries inflicted on Towa by them). Curious about his past for the first time in the game, Towa begins following the leads he is given. In doing so, he meets and begins to work with Fujieda, who is trying to find his “friend’s” little sister.

My Thoughts:

As someone who hates the idea of “true routes” (don’t tell me who the real love interest is I’ll be the judge of that), this game achieved the impossible by selling me entirely on Fujieda. Hands down this route is the best in terms of the plot and themes, and I far prefer Fujieda as a love interest for Towa above Taku, Rei, and Madarame.

When we’re first introduced to Fujieda, he appears to be stiff and serious. Towa comments on how Fujieda’s smoke is still and white, making him the first person Towa finds to be unreadable. Fujieda and Towa appear to be opposite in every respect, and it makes it hard for them to trust each other. But as you play along, you peel back layer after layer of Fujieda’s armor and learn how much Fujieda and Towa actually have in common.

It’s so interesting to me that when you play Madarame’s route, the idea that Madarame is the only one who can give Towa what he really needs comes up several times, but it’s actually Fujieda’s route that is titled “Equal”. Both Fujieda and Towa have suffered intense abuse by their parents. Fujieda hates the scars left on his body by his parents, but finds Towa’s scars a symbol of his bravery and resilience. Towa is fascinated by Fujieda’s scars and he’s the only one who he’s ever seen with a body like his. Towa sees his own scars as separate from his traumas as it’s his only way of maintaining his own autonomy after the horrific things that were done to him. Their conversation about their scars really highlights their understanding and acceptance of each other in a way no one else can.

Fujieda and Towa are also connected by Yuzuki Mei, who was Fujieda’s sister and Towa’s friend who was forced to “entertain customers” together with Towa by Maya (Towa’s abusive mother). After Towa learns this truth, he spirals out of control into probably his most self-destructive episode to date. The ensuing conversation with Fujieda who finds him and implores Towa to live on is so sad and so tender it made me cry. As I mentioned earlier in my discussion of Taku, Fujieda is the one person who can provide Towa with the support he needs to process his trauma. Their shared experiences, as well as Fujieda moving from distrust to begrudging partnership to pity to acceptance to finally wanting to actively support and care for Towa truly makes him the most balanced fit for Towa.

Switching gears to some less heavy thoughts, I just find Fujieda very cute like he presents himself as stiff and put together but he’s also a mess. The little detail of him being such a bad cook that even Towa could make a better meal is sooooo. Like Towa? I know this man has never touched a pot or pan in his life how could make better food than Fujieda? Fujieda must have been in the kitchen making this.  Also Fujieda being needlessly formal or roundabout when it comes to emotional things... like they’re having a heartfelt conversation and then he abruptly switches gears by stiffly asking for a sex performance review I died. Towa teasing him by saying it was bad and then Fujieda just goes ok I’ll make adjustments in the future like shut up read the room !! Oh and the end scene with them at the sea and Towa smiles so brightly T______T ;; The ultimate catharsis!!

OK, now for the bad. The only thing I disliked was the noncon scene. It was so incredibly baffling that Fujieda somehow didn’t realize that Towa was a victim along with his sister and not a perpetrator just because he was Maya’s son. In fact it was so ????? to me that at first I couldn’t figure out why Fujieda was even mad at Towa.

Others

Literally added this section just to say I am screaming at how my opinion on Sakaki went from “he’s in the yakuza and he does bad yakuza things but it seems like he genuinely cares for Towa” to “....... stairs? deserved”

Gameplay 

The gameplay is very different from Nitro+CHiRAL’s past works, and I quite enjoyed it! Instead of simply choosing dialogue options to advance the story in certain directions, you get a more active role by participating in Exploration and Interrogation segments. During Exploration, Towa goes to various places in Shinkoumi and interacts with different people in his life. Certain dialogue choices will lead to Inspiration, which can be used later in Interrogation. Basically, Interrogation is a therapy simulator where you choose positive or negative responses and use Inspiration and clues obtained during the route to draw out your target’s dark desires or true intentions. Your choices will eventually lead to euphoria (usually good ends) or madness (usually bad ends or to rile up the target enough to get them to talk).

If this sounds like a lot, you’re right. Nitro+CHiRAL said you better work if you want to see some dick. But honestly once I got a hang of it, I enjoyed doing the Interrogations and didn’t run into any significant difficulties achieving the euphoria and madness ends (except in Madarame’s final interrogation which took me way longer than I would like to admit like the absolute carnage left in my quick saves after I was done with this mf). I also think the Explorations helped flesh out the world as well as a lot of the side characters.

The only other gripe was that I didn’t realize you had to achieve the madness end with the vampire to get onto Fujieda’s route and I was replaying the common route for far too long before I had to cheat and find a guide, but this is probably me being a dumbass more than anything.

Art

This game is visually stunning! The colors, the few animations of Towa’s nightmares, and the attention to detail (e.g., screen glitches when someone says 大丈夫, adding cuts to the sprites when characters were injured etc.) all added to the experience. I think my favorite visuals come from the euphoric end of Ikuina’s Interrogation. The mixture of blood and flower petals and Towa’s expressions makes it beautiful and macabre. Also the food. Rei’s route made me so fucking hungry like @/myself it’s just honey toast please calm down.

I also found it kind of funny that Towa and the main four love interests have pretty down-to-earth designs while side characters like Mayu, Kotarou, and Eiji have such bold looks they look like they rolled in from a completely different game. Taku rocking up to the clinic all grizzled in his scrubs while Kotarou is shaking down debtors in his tight low hanging leather pants with his titties out. love that for them.

Music

Honestly when has a N+C game not delivered in the music department? My favorite tracks are the OP il by Anna Evans golden folks, HEAD CASE TATTOO by Goatbed (Rei’s bad end track), and Pearl Tower by Anna Evans golden folks (Fujieda’s bad end track). I also liked the bgm track Aruhi (and the fact that it’s a combination of the tracks Kouhuku and Maya). Finally, obsessed with the jaunty little tune that plays in early ends. The most cheerful “bye, loser!” I’ve ever experienced. 

My own personal and very subjective gripe is that there are no songs sung by Itou Kanako. She’s done pretty much all my favorites from past games like Tears and Immer Sie (DMMD), Stay (TnC), and Miracles May (SP). 

Voice Acting

Wanted a little section for some Hiiragi Santa (Mr. Ono Yuki...) lovemail. It takes a lot of talent to be able to convey a such wide range of emotions with Towa’s relatively taciturn dialogue. Also he perfectly captures Towa’s voice when he’s trying to seduce someone as well as his dry humor, which adds a lot of charm to Towa.

Rapid Fire Ranking

Ok so I finally have run out of things to say about this game (for now) so I wanted to drop some quick rankings of the routes as well as a comparison to other N+C games I’ve played (note: I have not played the medieval catboy game. I should).

Ranking the route plots/themes

Fujieda >>>> Madarame > Taku > Rei

Ranking the love interests based on how much I want Towa to be in a romantic relationship with them

Fujieda >>>> Taku > Rei > Madarame

Ranking N+C games by their plot/themes

Slow Damage > Sweet Pool > Togainu no Chi > Dramatical Murder

Ranking N+C protagonists

Towa > Akira > Aoba > Youji

Ranking N+C games by how much I enjoyed the love interests as a whole

Dramatical Murder (I’ll ship anyone with Aoba) > Slow Damage (Fujieda hard carrying) > Togainu no Chi (Rin my beloved)  > Sweet Pool (Tetsuo...)

Ranking N+C games by how hard I cried

Togainu no Chi (cried at the end of every route and every time I heard Still.mp3) > Sweet Pool (cried all through Tetsuo’s endings) > Slow Damage (one big cry during Fujieda’s route) > Dramatical Murder (one respectable grocery store vegetable aisle mist in the eyes at the end of Clear’s good end)

And that’s it !! Please scream with me about slow damage on twitter I live there

#slow damage #bl game #review #spoilers #spoilers everywhere #also this is long as FUCK i do not know how to shut up the brainworms have taken hold

[excusethequality]

My 2023 in Film

Part 3:

101-150

Am I starting to regret listing all of these on here? A bit, yes!

True to form I underestimated the scope of this project. Also true to form I made it more complicated than was strictly necessary.

But in my defense I nearly started out writing little reviews/thoughts for each one, mentioning notable actors/directors, and putting in pictures before finally acknowledging that all of that would have just resulted in me not finishing it at all.

Link to Part I Link to Part II

* = rewatched

[++] = I loved it [+] = I liked it [=] = I am indifferent about it [-] = Not my thing [--] = I hate it

Click on the list number to get a trailer for it.

101.

Air (2023) ---Biopic Business Drama

A biopic about the man and the team that created the first Air Jordans. [+]

102.

Evil Dead Trap (1988) ---Horror

The host of a late night tv show receives what seems to be a snuff tape. In search of a good story she grabs a crew and attempts to track down where the video was shot. [-]

103.

Falcon Lake (2022) ---Coming-of-age Drama

A French family take a trip with their Canadian friends to a lake cabin in Quebec. While there their kids bond over a local legend about the ghost of the lake. [+]

104.

Ojibwa Warrior: The Legacy of Dennis Banks (2021) ---Documentary

A documentary about the life and legacy of native american activist Dennis Banks. [=]

105.

Terrifier (2016) ---Horror

A creepy clown kills people and generally gets gross about it. [--]

106.

Primal Rage (1988) ---Horror

A newspaper reporter got bitten by a monkey after sneaking into a university research lab and all he got to show for it was this infectious rage virus. [+]

107.

Horrible Bosses (2011) ---Crime Comedy

A group of friends all hate their respective bosses and concoct a murder-swapping plan to solve their problem. [=]

108.

Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping (2016) * ---Mockumentary Comedy

A mockumentary chronicling the life of a former boy band member turned solo artist as he tries to recover from a slump. [+]

109.

Antichrist (2009) ---Horror

A married couple go to a remote cabin to try and deal with the grief of losing their child, but things get weird and dark. [=]

110.

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) ---Fantasy Adventure Comedy

A party of adventurers plan an epic heist in order to save the world. [+]

111.

First Love (2019) ---Crime Action

One night a boxer and a call girl become entangled in a dangerous knot of yakuza, drugs, and schemes. [=]

112.

Peter Pan & Wendy (2023) ---Fantasy Adventure

If you don't know what Peter Pan is about by now, then that's honestly kind of impressive, and you should consider seeing the play or reading the book. For everyone else, this one was directed by the same guy who did The Green Knight (2021). [+]

113.

Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) * ---Comedy Adventure

A high school senior decides that today is his chance to enjoy one last day of true teenage freedom before graduation and he's determined to make the most of it. [++]

114.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) * ---Animated Superhero Action Adventure Comedy

Peter Parker (aka Spider-Man) narrowly stops a madman from inadvertently tearing New York apart with a device made for tunneling into parallel dimensions, but not before coming into direct contact with it. Now Spiders from different dimensions have been sucked into this world and it's up to a teenager named Miles Morales to save his dimension and the Spiders along with it. [++]

115.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) ---Animated Superhero Action Adventure Comedy

Miles Morales discovers a secret society of Spider-people, but soon learns that the cost of membership is higher than he's willing to pay. Now the effects of his meddling may have just destabilized the entire multiverse. [+]

116.

Parasite (2019) *

A poor family cons their way into working for a wealthy one. Now with a taste of a better life they are confronted with the reality of what the true cost of wealth may be. [++]

117.

Spider Baby (1967) ---Horror

Three siblings suffer from a rare condition that causes them to begin to mentally regress when they hit puberty. Cared for by their butler after the death of their parents, he has managed to keep their penchant for murder a secret. However, there's only so long one can hide a secret like that. [=]

118.

Terrifier 2 (2022) ---Horror

That murder clown is back! And this time there's actually kind of/sort of a plot. Also this time it's nearly 2.5 hours long for some reason. [-]

119.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) *

[see #114] Watched it with commentary this time.

120.

Moonlight (2016) ---Queer Drama

Over the course of his life a black man struggles to learn how to be safe, accepted, and happy in a world that seems determined to undermine who he wants to be. [++]

121.

Blackberry (2023) ---Business Drama Bio-pic Comedy

The story of men who created the Blackberry and changed the course of communication technology forever. [+]

122.

Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed (2004) ---Coming-of-Age Horror

Brigitte Fitzgerald struggles to keep her werewolf infection at bay, but a misunderstanding lands her in a rehab clinic. Between slowly becoming a monster, being trapped in this clinic, and being hunted by another werewolf, there's only so much a young woman can take before she snaps. [++]

123.

The Cow Who Sang a Song into the Future (2022) ---Magical Realism Drama

A Chilean woman comes back from the dead and tries to make sense of the world, but finds her presence affects her family in very different ways. [-]

124.

The Revenant (2015) ---Western Adventure

A frontiersman in 1820s America fights for survival and revenge after being left for dead. [=]

125.

Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004) ---Period Horror

Two sisters in 1800s Canada try to find a safe heaven after their father and the rest of his trading party fail to return. Although they are soon to learn that monstrous things lurk in the hearts of some men and that things are not always as they appear. [=]

126.

All About Evil (2010) ---Campy Horror Comedy

A meek woman inherits her father's failing movie theater. But in order to keep it up and running she finds she has to embrace her dark side and create her own brand of horror movie. [-]

127.

A Fish in the Bathtub (1998) ---Relationship Drama Comedy

A testy 40-year marriage finally hits the breaking point when the husband insists on keeping a live fish in their bathtub. [-]

128.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010) * ---Action Adventure Comedy

Scott Pilgrim is stuck in a rut. But when he falls in love with the mysterious new girl in town he's going to have to defeat her 7 evil exes in order to have a chance with her. [=]

129.

Chile '76 (2022) ---Period Drama

During the military dictatorship of Augusto Pinochet an upper-class Chilean woman goes to her summer house to oversee its renovation. But when a chance encounter gives her an opportunity to do something meaningful with her life and skills, she learns that everything has a cost. And safety and freedom often do not walk hand in hand. [=]

130.

Mohawk (2017) ---Period Action Revenge

During the War of 1812 a Mohawk woman is torn between two lovers and how best to handle the war. But a mass killing will soon force her into the fight and one wrong move could have deadly consequences. [-]

131.

Shivers (1975) ---Horror

A man's quest to develop a parasite to free humanity from its prudish shackles has deadly results when it gets lose in an apartment complex. [-]

132.

Pusher II (2004) ---Crime Drama

Freshly out of prison Tonny wants to make a name for himself and impress his father. But when he learns that he might have a son of his own he begins to question his life's path, what kind of dad he wants to be, and if it's too late to change. [+]

133.

Slumber Party Massacre (2021) ---Meta Horror Comedy

An overly aware of itself sequel remake of the 1982 slasher movie of the same name. [-]

134.

Hot Rod (2007) *

[see #87]

[++]

135.

Calvaire (2004) ---New French Extremity Horror

I think describing this movie in a succinct way might be beyond my skills as it has a lot to say and a very dark and unusual way of saying it. Suffice it to say that it's about an entertainer who is traveling to perform at a Christmas special when his van breaks down in the middle of nowhere and...uh...some wild shit goes down. [+]

136.

Grizzly (1976) ---Animal Attack

I mean, it's essentially Jaws...but if Jaws was about a bear and didn't have Steven Spielberg-level talent. [-]

137.

Tremors (1990) * ---Queer Buddy Comedy Creature Feature

Two "business partners" in rural Nevada are all that stand in the way of a pack of monstrous underground worms that want to eat everyone. [++]

138.

Asteroid City (2023) ---Comedy Drama

In 1950s America an odd collection of characters gather in Asteroid City for a youth astronomical science competition, but are held in quarantine when the competition gets some unexpected guests...except not really. [=]

139.

What's Your Number? (2011) * ---Rom-Com

A woman reads a magazine article that makes her self conscious about the number of sexual partners she's had in her life and starts on a quest to investigate if any of her exes have matured since they were last together. [=]

140.

Elemental (2023) ---Animated Rom-Com

Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Currently the four nations kindofnotreally live together in harmony. Then everything changed when this fire lady fell in love with a water dude, which I guess had never happened before in the perhaps thousands of years these beings have been around? In any case it's all a metaphor for immigration and race relations. [-]

141.

Cat People (1942) * ---Queer Horror

An immigrant woman feels different from those around her. She tries to live a normal life in fear that giving in to her true impulses will result in her turning into a murderous panther. [++]

142.

Free Guy (2021) ---Sci-Fi Action Comedy

An NPC in a MMORPG gains sentience and tries to become a hero. [+]

143.

Wolf Creek (2005) ---Road Trip Horror

An Australian road trip goes awry when three friends find themselves stranded in the middle of the desert after their car breaks down. The good news? A local man comes across them and agrees says he'll give them a tow. The bad news? The man has a secret agenda of his own. [-]

144.

My Super Ex-Girlfriend (2006) ---Superhero RomCom

A man finds out that the women he's been dating is actually a superhero. But this makes things awkward (and dangerous) for him when he wants to break up. [-]

145.

Highlander (1986) [Director's Cut, baby!] * ---Fantasy Action Adventure

A Scottish highlander discovers he's an immortal and is destined to embark on a quest across the ages to be the last immortal left alive. [++]

146.

Unwelcome (2022) ---Folk Horror

A British couple moves to the Irish countryside. But when they fail to respect the local traditions they might wind up paying the ultimate price. [=]

147.

Johnny Mnemonic (1995) ---Sci-Fi Action

In a future of technology run amok a data smuggler might have bitten off more than he can chew when he accepts to carry a highly dangerous package. [--]

148.

Sound of Metal (2019) ---Drama

A metal drummer begins to lose his hearing and struggles to accept a future so different from the one he had dreamt of. [++]

149.

Vesper (2022) ---Sci-Fi Adventure

A 13 year old bio-hacker struggles to carve out a life for herself in a future where the environment has turned against humanity. [=]

150.

Werewolves Within (2021) ---Mystery Horror Comedy

A forest ranger has only just started a new job in a small town when he begins to suspect that a werewolf in lurking in the town. [+]

#xcusethequality

[otakusmart]

#Anime2020 #animecomingoutinNovember2022 #animelist #AnimeOctober2022 #animereleasinginOctober #bestanime2022 #myanimelisttopanime #newanime2022January #upcominganime2023 #upcominganimemovies2022 #UpcomingAnimeOctober2022

[cowboy-canoodler]

I’d like to get to a point where I stop thinking about my exes right now, not “in the future” right now, this is a threat to myself

#bal memes #please- #I’m sick of it #it’s been months/years and I have better men to think about #namely my entire love list for yakuza #and myself #fuck my exes #all my homies hate my exes

[metalandmagi]

Spring 2021 Anime Worth Watching!

We made it through the absolute bombshell that was the winter 2021 anime season. But for anyone who wants something new to check out, here’s a list of just some of the anime coming out this spring BASED ON FIRST IMPRESSIONS! There can’t possibly be as much to watch as there was last season...right?

As always, I will put an * by all the shows that are on Crunchyroll. 

Here’s my list for the Winter 2021 season in case anyone wants to check that out. 

2020 Anime Worth Watching

2019 Anime Worth Watching

New Shows!

*Backflip!! (Bakuten!!): A sports anime revolving around a boy who joins his high school rhythmics gymnastics team after being blown away by their performance during a competition. It’s got every sports anime trope under the sun, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that as long as a show does it well. And boy does Backflip do it well. The main cast is just so dang charming, the animation is great, and I want to see this team succeed. Last season we had gay skateboarding, now we get gay backflips. 

*Those Snow White Notes (Mashiro no Oto): A coming of age story about a shamisen player named Setsu Sawamura, who is trying to reignite his passion for the instrument after his grandfather (a renowned musician) died. When Sawamura moves to Tokyo, he finds his love for the shamisen growing after meeting a badass wannabe actress and her worthless boyfriend who happens to be in a band. The first episode packed an entire season’s worth of plot into 23 minutes, so I’m more curious than anything to see where the show goes from here. If nothing else, it has the most amazing shamisen music I’ve ever heard. It seems like it’s going to be a wild one. 

Super Cub: Another coming of age anime, this time revolving around a high school girl who has her zest for life reinvigorated when she buys a Honda Super Cub motorcycle. This is not a “cute girls doing cute things” anime...at least not so far. The atmosphere is what makes this anime really stand out, especially the music/sound design and the use of color. The first episode reminded me more of Terror in Resonance than anything else. It’s engaging because it’s quiet. The only thing that puts a damper on it is the excessive use of 3D animation for the characters’ legs while they’re riding. I’d hope that a show about motorcycles and scooters would strive to make the act of riding...look better. I don’t know how I got so invested after one episode where the main character barely speaks, but here I am.

*To Your Eternity (Fumetsu no Anata e): I honestly don’t even know where to begin with this one. Let’s just call it the atmospheric, episodic story of a magical orb that can turn into different things. It’s probably best to go into this one knowing as little as possible, but let it be said that it had one of the most depressing first episodes I’ve ever seen. Overall, the music is amazing, the setting is mysterious, the story is pretty unique, and if it ends up being a “traveling around a fantastical world” type of anime like Kino’s Journey, it could be amazing.

The Way of the Househusband (Gokushufudou): Based on the hit comedy manga, this story follows the married life of a busy career woman named Miku and her husband, the infamous ex yakuza member known as Immortal Dragon Tatsu. It’s made in the style of the manga, which is to say...it’s mostly still panels where the only movement is the characters’ mouths, so there’s not much...animation in this anime. It’s a technique a few comedy anime use which can be good and add to the humor in the right circumstances...or just seem lazy. The manga’s art is definitely better, but the voice acting (in Japanese and English) is God tier. And if the style of the anime isn’t for you, the manga is amazing!

*Tokyo Revengers: An action/drama about Takemichi Hanagaki, a pathetic loser who finds out that his old middle school girlfriend was killed by a Tokyo gang. Without warning, Takemichi finds himself 12 years in the past, with the task of saving his girlfriend. Which means having to infiltrate the gang and hopefully become important enough to save her somehow. So yes, like Erased but with more shonen elements. I’m super interested to see where the plot is going, because our protagonist is kind of a cry baby, but at least he’s appropriately horrified at his cringe worthy middle school delinquent personality. We can all relate. 

*Let’s Make A Mug Too (Yakunara Mug Cup Mo): Cute girls making pottery. There’s a little more backstory to our main character than that, but that’s all anyone needs to know for now. I always appreciate slice of life shows where the girls aren’t just blobs of moe, (like Diary of Our Days at the Breakwater...another underrated show nobody watched). If you’re looking for a laid back slice of life with a surprising amount of heart to it, this is the show for you. And it’s only a half length show, so the episodes go by very quickly.

*Higehiro: I’m not writing the full title, even if it does describe the plot. A “comedy” in which 26 year old salaryman Yoshida stumbles across a teenage girl who tries to seduce him into letting her stay the night with him. But since he understands the concept of basic human decency and also doesn’t want to go to prison, he takes her in and helps her get back on her feet after finding out she’s a runaway with no other options. I’m cautiously optimistic that this won’t turn into a creepy mess, because while there is fanservice, the plot seems like it’s going in the direction of teaching our resident runaway some self respect, instead of just shipping her with an adult man. I see a lot of potential here. I just hope there’s progressively less teenage sexualization as we go along. 

*Joran: The Princess of Snow and Blood: A fantasy period drama that follows a group of assassins in an alternate timeline of 1930s Japan who are trying to prevent the fall of the government by eliminating the Kuchinawa, a terrorist group that’s trying to take over the country. Our main character Sawa has pledged her life to avenging the death of her family, who was murdered by the Kuchinawa. Also there’s like magical energy powers that turn people into superhumans or something. Just trust me, it’s cool as fuck. I don’t know what this anime is selling to me exactly, but I’m buying it.

*86: A sci-fi drama, revolving around the people of the Republic of San Magnolia who are constantly being attacked by their neighboring country. To combat these attacks, the Republic created drones that are meant to be cannon fodder with no real casualties, since they aren’t piloted by people. But it’s an anime, so of course the big secret the government is keeping is that they’re actually piloted by a group of plucky young soldiers! I see a lot of potential in this. It could be just another ultimately disappointing sci-fi made by A-1 Pictures, but I like our protagonist Lena, and the squad itself shows a surprising amount of personality with just a few minutes of screentime so far. 

Pretty Boy Detective Club (Bishounen Tanteidan): It’s Ouran High Middle School Host Detective Club...without the crossdressing (though I wouldn’t put it past them). All the boys are 100% extra and seem like airheads, but their hearts are in the right place. The gimmicks are funny, but there’s actually a surprising amount of heart behind it. So I’m here for it.

Shadows House: A supernatural mystery/slice of life about a noble family of shadow people who are each given living dolls to basically be their servants. Even though we never see the nobles’ faces, each doll is the mirror image of their master. And despite this being branded as a slice of life, there’s definitely something intriguing beneath the cute characters. It’s just the right amount of creepy while also managing a surprising amount of wholesomeness (I guess Cloverworks is pretty good at that). If you want something weird, but not overtly sinister or horrific, this show is super different from anything I’ve seen before. 

Continuing Series

Moriarty the Patriot (season2): A Sherlock Holmes inspired mystery, this time focusing on Moriarty and his family attempting to take down the class system in London by surreptitiously murdering or covering up the murders of corrupt nobles. Or at least, that’s how it starts. After a few annoyingly repetitive episodes of this formula, the show starts to delve into Sherlock’s side of the story, and we see the two become embroiled in their sneaky rivalry, which is much more interesting to watch. If you missed it the first time, I’d recommend it now, especially since resident boss bitch Irene Adler is going to play a key part in this season. 

*Fruits Basket (The Final Season): I won’t stop talking about this show until it gets the love and recognition it deserves. It got me through quarantine. It watered my crops (with my tears) and cleared my skin. And if you love complex but still morally dubious villains, this season is going to be a treat. 

*My Hero Academia (season 5): There’s five seasons of this dang show. You know it’s good by now. And we’re getting more of the sneaky chicken man!

Honorable Mentions:

*It's Too Sick to Call this Love (Koikimo): Now, we don’t have time to unpack all that. I genuinely have never felt so conflicted about an anime...ever. Just watch it and see if it’s your kind of thing if you like slice of life “romances”. Also something is very wrong with the sound mixing and recording quality so be warned.

Also, we’re getting a Shaman King remake and a new season of Hetalia in the year of our lord 2021. 

Hopefully there’s something on here that piques your interest if you’re looking for something new. I’m still recovering from last season, so I can’t watch everything, like the Reincarnated as a Slime spin off and Don’t Tease me Nagatoro (for anyone who wants some quality trash). Also I want the record to state that I did watch the first episodes of Odd Taxi and Vivy-Fluorite Eye’s Song, and they put me to sleep. But everyone else seems to love them. 

See you next season!

#anime recommendations #spring 2021 anime #anime worth watching #it's too sick to call this love #koikimo #my hero academia #fruits basket #moriarty the patriot #yukoku no moriarty #shadows house #bishounen tanteidan #pretty boy detective club #86 anime #joran the princess of blood and snow #higehiro #let's make a mug too #yakunara mug cup mo #tokyo revengers #gokushufudo: the way of the house husband #super cub #backflip!! #bakuten!! #mashiro no oto #those snow white notes #to your eternity #fumetsu no anata e

[seijorhi]

To the Wolves

my (first) entry for the Deal With the Devil collab, because i couldn’t resist writing for Yakuza Getou <33

Getou Suguru x Female Reader

TW Extremely dubious consent, coercion, manipulation, threats, implied murder, smut, nsfw

“No. I- I won’t.”

Sitting comfortably on the old, worn couch in your cramped little apartment, Getou raises a single eyebrow, “Oh? Is that so?”

His voice is perfectly pleasant, the smile on his face a touch amused, but you’re not so naive as to believe that the question is anything but a generous offer for you to rethink your reply. A smart person would take it – since the day you’d first arrived home to find him waiting for you, Getou hadn’t so much as laid a finger on you. He had no need for guns or knives, never shouted or bullied you, his reputation more than enough to cow you into submission before he’d even opened his mouth.

Of course, once he had, the simple threats to your friends and family’s lives had made certain that you were more than amenable to his request.

A mutually beneficial arrangement, he’d called it, as if there hadn’t been tears silently streaming down your face, your whole body stiff with fear. 

But that was the world he came from. Violence and ruthlessness, cruelty masquerading as kindness.

By all accounts, someone like you – a lowly admin assistant living a very boring, mundane life – should never have crossed paths with a man like Getou. The irony, of course, being that it was precisely because of your job that he’d been drawn to you in the first place. 

“I-I said no,” you stammer. “I’m not doing it.”

Getou sighs, long, pale fingers idly fixing the cuff of his left sleeve. “I had no idea the lives of your loved ones meant so little to you.”  

“Please, I-” you break off, biting your lip as your hands curl into useless fists at your side, “I can’t. Anything else, I’ll do anything, I swear it, just… please.”

Men like Getou aren’t the type to be swayed by pretty words or tearful pleas, but there’s an unmistakable glimmer of interest that flickers in his eyes at the offer. Casually, he leans forward, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and regarding you with a smirk. “So you’ll bring me the list of witnesses then?”

The barely audible hitch in your breath is enough to make him chuckle.

“No? How about those surveillance tapes, hm?” Smoothly, he rises to his feet and makes his way towards you. “Careful, little one, first rule of negotiation is knowing when you have something to bargain with. Don’t promise me what you can’t give.”

“Getou–”

He raises a hand and you quickly fall silent. There’s only inches between you two now, Getou’s taller, broader frame looming over yours. He could kill you like this, you realise with panic – reach out and wrap his hands around your throat and snap your pretty little neck before you could so much as scream. The tailored line of his jacket hides the gun he has holstered at his side, but Getou knows you're aware of its presence, have been since the very first time he’d broken into your home and threatened you. 

It’d take him only moments to draw the sidearm, even less for him to pull the trigger.

The walls of your apartment are thin, would your neighbours come if they heard gunfire? Would you, for that matter, if your roles were reversed?

Yet Getou makes no move for his gun, instead reaching for your chin, tilting it up with two curled fingers until you meet his gaze, “You understand, don’t you, that I make one phone call and that charming sister of yours and her fiance meet a very tragic, very untimely end?”

He pauses, waiting until you jerk a quick nod of assent before continuing. “You love them. There’s nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with prioritising the ones you love over everybody else.” His voice is gentle, but the words make you shake, dread rising from the pit of your stomach as the pad of his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. 

You don’t know if you’re supposed to say something to that, but even as you try, you can’t summon the words. The by now familiar scent of his cologne tickles your nose and invades your throat, the warmth of his touch burning through your veins. Your own heart hammers like a drumbeat in your chest, every cell in your body screaming danger, but you don’t run, you don’t even flinch.

Getou smiles kindly, and perhaps if you hadn’t seen first hand the aftermath of his handiwork you might be tempted to believe it. His spare hand reaches into his jacket, but instead of the gun you’re expecting, he pulls out his phone, the screen flickering to life with a swipe of his finger. “So tell me, before I make a call you and I both know you don’t want me to make, why you’ve suddenly decided that their lives aren’t worth your compliance?”

Nanami. Your boss’s face flashes to your mind, the odd, fleeting glances he’d sent your way over the past few weeks when he’d thought you weren’t paying attention. Your stomach erupts with butterflies, your cheeks unwittingly warming, but you just shake your head, “If I give you those files, you’ll kill them. You’ll hurt them.”

“Maybe,” he hums, “maybe not. It’s no less than those monkeys deserve, don’t you think?” He spits the word like it’s venom, the twitch in his jaw the only chink in his otherwise effortless composure. “You’re protecting them, even now.”

You make no attempt to defend yourself, terrified of saying the wrong thing and setting him off, but Getou seems entirely unfazed, laughing coldly at your stricken expression.

“Your boss, the one with the perpetual stick up his ass; Nanami,” potent disdain drips from his tone at the name, “Always so morally righteous, sitting up on his high horse. You think he cares for you, that he’ll protect you when all of this comes out? And it will come out eventually,” he says, his smirk widening at the sudden pallor in your face. “At some point there’ll be one too many unfortunate coincidences, and the higher ups will realise that they have a mole in their ranks. Fingers will be pointed of course, but eventually even those idiots will figure it out.”

A knot tightens inside of your chest at his words, constricting until it feels like you can’t breathe. You’re shaking your head, eyes filling with tears, “N-no–”

“Oh, little one,” Getou murmurs, dark eyes drinking in every ounce of your distress. “Surely you realised that they have security cameras covering every inch of your floor? There was no reason to look before, but once they do…” he trails off, letting go of your chin in favour of brushing the back of his knuckles along your cheek. “They’ll throw you to the wolves.”

His voice is soft and cruel, belied by the gentleness of his touch, but it does nothing to quell the rising sense of dread inside of you. You want to believe it’s a lie, another threat meant to scare you into submission, but some deeper part of you recognises the truth in his words. 

Nanami, who’d told you once that there was innocence and there was guilt and very little in between. Nanami, whose office you’d bugged, whose trial only weeks ago you’d all but derailed with a few misplaced documents. You think back to the late nights shared in his office, bowls of ramen and case files scattered across the desk between you. You think of the rare smiles, his oddly dry sense of humour, the pleasant fluttering in your heart–

“You’ll rot in prison long before I do, and there is not a soul among that insipid bunch that would lift a finger to stop that from happening to you.” 

A soft, strangled noise leaves your lips as you fight not to sob, and Getou sighs, the corners of his lips twitching downwards in contrived sympathy. “Say the word and I’ll walk away tonight. I’ll still have to kill your sister – I am a man of my word, you understand – but I promise it’ll be the last you see of me.”

He slides his phone back into the breast pocket of his jacket, taking your face in both of his hands as tears spill down long lashes. “And when they come for you, you can tell them I threatened you, show them what little proof you have – if you have any at all. Maybe it’ll even make a difference,” he says. “But I doubt it.”

Every word is like a knife, slicing away at the raw, bleeding, vulnerable parts of you.

“Please…” It’s weak and desperate, your voice cracked and broken. You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore; your sister’s life, for Getou’s mercy, or maybe just for him to stop saying such awful things. He must take pity on you though, because he sighs once more, his right thumb sweeping across your wet cheek to brush away silvery tear tracks. 

“I’m not a complete monster, you know. I protect what’s mine.”

And in one breath, everything screeches to a standstill and a trickle of very real fear creeps down your spine. There’s no mistaking his implication, not when he’s holding your face like that, his eyes dark and simmering with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“W-what?”

Getou closes the gap between you two, a startled noise leaving your lips as his hips press flush up against you. “Don’t play stupid, sweet thing,” he murmurs, and it sounds like a warning, “It doesn’t suit you.”

One hand slips to your neck, the other curling almost possessively around your waist. There’s no room for you to move, to back away or free yourself. For a moment, neither of you speak, the heavy silence deafening between you.

Does he notice the way your pulse races under his fingertips as they circle your throat, how you’re shaking like a leaf beneath him? Does he want you afraid? A scared little bunny rabbit cowering from the gaping maw of the big, bad wolf? 

Judging from the bulge of his semi-hard cock pressing into the soft flesh of your belly, he’s not entirely unaffected, and for the first time it’s not Getou’s gun or his threats that you’re most afraid of. 

It’s the selfish, twisted want that glitters and glints in those pitiless depths. You’ve never felt so entirely at somebody else’s mercy as you do with Getou now, staring you down like he wants to lay you bare, claim you again and again for all the world to see. And you don’t understand. There’s a thousand and one questions running through your mind, your insides twisted up into knots. 

You know what it is he’s asking of you – though asking feels like a generous word when he can so easily just take – but none of this makes sense, not when he was threatening your family’s lives only minutes ago. 

As if he can sense the turmoil and confusion raging through you, he leans down, his lips ghosting over the outer shell of your ear. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away right now.”

I am a man of my word. 

His earlier statement rings through your head as you search his face for any sign of deception – you find none. But walking away means your sister dies. It means you’re left on your own to fend off the wolves when they find out what you’ve done.

Nanami might believe you. He might even defend you, but you’ve worked in the Prosecutor’s office long enough to know that duress isn’t the bulletproof defence people think it is, and for tangling with the likes of him…

You were screwed the moment he showed up in your living room, this- this is just the coup de grâce. The final damnation.

“Why me?” 

Getou doesn’t answer, but when he draws you into a kiss, his lips moving torturously slow against yours, there’s an edge of… something there, lying hidden just beneath the surface. And it terrifies you, more than his words and his promises ever could.

But when your back’s to the wall, what choice do you really have?

It feels like defeat when he takes you by the hand and leads you into your bedroom, ignoring the uncertain glance you cast over your shoulder towards the living room. You don’t want any of this, but you can pretend that it’s just… business if he fucks you out there.

Not in the bed you sleep in.

It’d be easier, you think, if it was cold and impersonal. If you cried and it stung and the only sounds in the room were flesh hitting flesh, ragged breathing and an occasional rough grunt.

There’s nothing impersonal about the way he watches you strip out of your clothes at his command. His own join yours on the floor without much ceremony – his gun pointedly set just within reach atop your nightstand.

The first time you’d laid eyes on Getou Suguru, it was two months into your new job; a photograph pinned to a thick, heavy file Nanami had dropped on your desk. A surveillance picture, you’d gathered, snapped as the man was exiting some neon lit club downtown. And you remembered the smug smirk he’d had, staring directly down the lens of the camera like it was a challenge, but that wasn’t what had struck you most.

It was the flutter of interest that’d shot through your veins the moment before common sense kicked in. Tall and fit, with long, dark hair swept up in the wind, a sharp jaw and a handsome face, you remember thinking he was probably the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

Now, standing naked before you, bright, colourful tattoos inked across his torso, accentuating the muscles that rise and fall with every measured breath, you can’t bear to look. It’s easier just to stare at the wooden floorboards, the corner of the shagged rug you’d bought at a thrift store when you first moved in. Easier to pretend Getou isn’t pulling you closer once more, pressing searing, open mouthed kisses along your neck, murmuring words that are lost to you entirely as his hands wander. You can feel it now, the heat of his body as he cages you in, his cock, thick and heavy and flushed nudging insistently up against your stomach.

You expect him to shove you to your knees, to force his cock down your throat in some archaic show of dominance before he claims your cunt, but he doesn’t. 

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispers into your ear, teeth catching lightly on the sensitive lobe as you shiver. “Like you do when I’m not here, those pretty legs spread, fucking yourself on your fingers…”

The comment feels too familiar to be entirely offhanded, striking a chord of panic somewhere deep inside of you–

But it doesn’t make a difference. It doesn’t matter now.

You allow him to kiss you again before climbing onto the mattress. Like a good girl, you fall back onto the pillows, let your legs ease apart, wrapping your lips around two fingers and sucking for a brief moment before gliding your hand down between your thighs. 

His breath hitches, a soft curse sounding when saliva slicked digits spread your folds, the tip of your middle finger brushing lightly against your clit as you stroke your pussy. Your nipples harden and peak under the cool night air and you use your free hand to palm at your breast, pinching and teasing at the sensitive bud while one finger slips into the warmth of your cunt. 

The mattress dips, Getou climbing onto the bed, settling himself back on his knees, your spread legs either side of him.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. 

Your heart stutters, movements jerking as you brace for him to interfere, to touch you, but aside from nudging your thighs further apart to get a better view of your glistening cunt, he seems content simply to sit back and watch, his own hand lazily stroking at his cock.

Trying in vain to block him out, you squeeze your eyes shut and focus on the way your fingers feel between your legs, the pleasure–

 (Not the shame, don’t think about that, don’t think about Getou watching you debase yourself for his enjoyment)

–that pools in your core as you rub the shining pearl of your clit. It’s a familiar dance, a routine you’d normally help along with a glass of wine and a few faithful toys, but you don’t exactly have that luxury here.

And even with the rigid tension in your shoulders, the unwanted presence of a man you’re terrified of impossible to ignore, you can’t help the quiet moan that slips past your lips, the way your hips stutter, grinding against the heel of your palm as your fingers hit that sweet, delightful spot inside of you. 

Getou tenses at the sound, the last, fragile thread of his composure snapping–

He strikes fast. One moment you’re biting down on your bottom lip, your index and middle fingers knuckle deep in your dripping pussy, the next he’s braced atop you, one hand locked around your wrist, the other propping himself up. And as your eyes fly open with a startled cry, his lips crash against your once more – desperate and ravenous, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to taste you.

And you don’t fight it when he pulls your hand from your pussy and drags it to his crotch, his fingers entwining with yours as he wraps them around his heavy, throbbing cock and moans. It’s humiliating, the way he thrusts into your hand, tightening his grip so you’re forced to feel every shivery twitch of his dick while he sucks eagerly on your tongue.

This is the choice you’d made, the deal you struck. It’s too late to back out now, and even if you tried to… 

“I want you,” he pants, his lips glistening with saliva, an almost manic look in those dark, pretty eyes, “to ride me.”

… you’re not so sure Getou would let you.

So you allow yourself to be manhandled, lifted and situated across his lap like a doll. Hands braced on his tattooed chest, you lift your hips just enough for him to guide his cock to your slick entrance before slowly sinking down onto his length.

Every inch hurts. 

It doesn’t make it any less painful, the way Getou soothes you, his thumbs stroking gently at your waist as you whine and mewl, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he stuffs you full.

“Fuck– good girl, taking me so well,” he purrs.

You’re not sure if it’s shame, pleasure, or some sense of twisted pride at the praise that has your pussy clenching, fire racing through your veins when Getou experimentally rocks his hips upwards. And if your cheeks weren’t already burning, the lewd moan that escapes you when the head of his cock hits your g-spot would certainly do the trick. 

Ever observant, he wastes no time capitalising on your slip, lifting you up just to drive you back down onto his length at the perfect angle. You shudder around him, keening out a cry that has him groaning in pleasure.

There’s no illusion of control here between you two.

You might be the one on top, but Getou’s grip’s too tight, guiding every roll of your hips against his, his own rising in time to fuck his cock deeper into your warm, velvety cunt. And somewhere distantly you recognise that this could be a thousand times worse. How easily he could change the narrative in a heartbeat, flip you over, force your face into the pillows and fuck you like a dog until you’re gasping for air. He could use you, hurt you, probably kill you without ever needing to touch the gun he’d left on your nightstand – and you wouldn’t have a hope in hell of stopping him.

But he doesn’t. Lying back against your pillows, dark hair falling from his half up-do, cheeks flushed from exertion, Getou’s attention is wholly fixed on you - on your face, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he hits somewhere deep inside of you that has you seeing stars, on your tits, the way they bounce every time you sink back down onto his cock.

His eyes are hooded, dark and intense, searching for every hint of pleasure he’s drawn from you. You gasp his name, fingers digging into his chest, your cunt fluttering so deliciously around him – and he loses that last little bit of his self control. 

He jerks upright, one arm wrapping around your waist to anchor you to him as he braces himself with the other, and before you can so much as gasp his mouth is at your tits, hot tongue laving at soft, supple skin there.

“Suguru,” he growls, hips snapping feverishly against yours. 

“Suguru,” you parrot, head lolling back as heat coils tighter in your core. 

You’ll worry about the consequences later, when he pulls you boneless and sated into his arms and you feel his heart thumping at your back as he kisses you and tells you to sleep. When tomorrow you arrive at work and Nanami stares a beat too long as the love bites scattered across your throat, no doubt wondering why you won’t so much as look at him.

For now, you settle for pulling him closer, gasping as you chase that quaking, blissful end.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere getou suguru #yandere getou #yandere getou suguru x reader #yandere getou x reader #yandere jjk #tw: dubcon #tw: coercion #tw: threats #tw: implied murder #yandere #deal with the devil collab

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So back in July. I asked my followers to recommend me what anime to watch in my free time. From the responses that I got, I compiled a list of animes that I either never got around to or simply never would’ve watched normally and promised to watch them all fully and personally review and rate each one. I finally finished them all so here you go!

Spoilers are below for the following:

Gunsmith Cats

My Bride is a Mermaid

Ping Pong the Animation

Dusk Maiden of Amnesia

Mushishi + all seasons and movies

Planet With

Kokkoku

Chikyuu Bouei Kigyou Dai-Guard

Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de Aru

Blue Submarine No. 6

Future Boy Conan

The way I score things

10: All time personal favorite. Strongly appeals to my personal tastes and sticks with me. 9: Nearly Perfect. Very enjoyable. Sticks with me. 8: A Great show with flaws that hold it back from a 9. 7: A solid good show. Enjoyable. May have issues 6: Decent, fine, average. I don't have any strong feelings for but kept me engaged to finish it. May even be seen as a good show but personally disappoints me in some way. 5: Mediocre. No strong feelings one way or another. Slightly dislike it, forgettable, and or boring. 4. Bad. There are flaws and they are apparent. Frustrating. 3. Borderline waste of time. Almost few or no positive things to say about it. 2. Garbage. No redeeming qualities other than being bad. 1. Personally offends me. *Just because a show is riddled with flaws doesn't mean it can't still score a 7,8,9, or even a 10 if a show aligns with my personal interests.

*Also if you recommended a show and I reviewed it weird or scored it differently than you please don’t take it the wrong way. Different media for different people and all that.

Gunsmith Cats: 8/10

Rally Vincent knows her weapons well, while her partner Minne May Hopkins loves to play with explosives. The pair run a gun-shop illegally and one day Bill Collins of the ATF, blackmails Rally and Minnie May into working for the ATF. Little do they know, that they are getting involved in a mission larger than they could imagine.

Gunsmith Cats is short fun series that I personally treated as a movie (since it was only 3 parts) based on the manga with the same name. Good episode 1 and 3 but a phenomenal episode 2. Very good action animation with likeable character designs. It was fun seeing an anime take place in a surprisingly realistic Chicago and was pretty light on American stereotypes. Unfortunately, I found the ending to be very anti-climatic and left more to be desired. Had the ending been better, the entire experience would’ve been far more memorable.

It has been brought to my attention that the anime adaptation cuts out a fair share of content from the source material which is why characters with histories with other characters show up throughout and talk to each other casually as if the viewer should almost even know who they are. Knowing that doesn’t bother me too much since I never read the manga but knowing stuff has been filled over or removed is a little disappointing. Would’ve loved some more Rally backstory and development though but there just wasn’t enough time for it.

My Bride is a Mermaid: 7.5/10

Michishio Nagasumi's life couldn't be any more normal. In an odd twist of events, during his summer vacation he ends up almost drowning in the sea. Luckily, the cute mermaid Sun Seto appears to save him. However, Sun is from a yakuza mermaid family and according to their law, if a human is to catch sight of a mermaid, either he or the mermaid must die. The only other way is for Nagasumi to be taken in as a family member, marrying Sun. In attempts to save both of their lives, Nagasumi asks for Sun's hand in marriage. Nagasumi's summer vacation reaped more then what he would expect, as he must now protect Sun from others finding her secret out.

Went in with mixed expectations but I found it to be a pretty funny parody rom-com. Admittedly, it had a rough start for me and I didn’t really find it all that funny until the setting settled into the school but I’m glad I stuck with it because once it hit its strive it was very enjoyable. Though I will say that there is quite a few instances of no-homo humor that annoyed me a bit but the show came out in 2007 and that was very much a thing rampant in media back then and I’m also able to look past that stuff and enjoy the rest. There were some really stand out bits that are going to stay with me for a long time. Very catchy opening and the 2nd ending song is really good; watched through that credit sequence fully everytime and never got tired of it. The english voice cast was super solid and I’m glad I watched it dubbed. If I didn’t watch it dubbed I would probably score it a 7 instead because I feel anime comedies are multitudes funnier in the language you know best and when you can pick up on the nuance in the way voicelines and jokes are delivered. Maki’s voice got on my nerves though but I wouldn’t say that it was the voice actresses fault for the character being the way they are. 

Funny show aside, the final arc bothered me quite a bit. It was fun that the main cast got together to fight a greater evil but the seriousness of it all felt extremely out of place. The threat of rape directed towards an unconscious and unresponding Sun was WAY too serious from the wacky antics of the rest of the show. The show skirted on sexual humor at times but nothing prior ever got close in tone for such a massive shift in story direction. The way the final arc started also didn’t feel right because it needed to have the main character Nagasumi act extremely out of character and be comically antagonistic towards Sun for no real good reason in order to set up the following series of events. I’m glad nothing bad came out as a result of the final arc but it did leave a bad taste in my mouth in what should have been a celebration of all the past episodes. I absolutely didn’t like it.

After I finished it, I looked up the writer for the series Tahiko Kimura, and apparently this was the last series that he’s ever created with Artifact Red and Yo no na wa Zushio being the 2 series that he made prior and it’s quite a shame because you could feel their comedic writing improve greatly throughout the series and I could imagine that their next work would only continue with this rising stride minus what he wrote in the final couple of episodes.

Ping Pong the Animation: 10/10

Tsukimoto Makoto (nicknamed Smile) is a quiet high-schooler who's been friends with the loud and energetic Hoshino Yukata (nicknamed Peko). They're both in the table tennis club and are very good at it, though Smile's personality prevents him from winning against Peko. The club teacher however notices Smile's talent and tries to make him gain some sportive tenacity.

Ping Pong is an exceptional show. A beautifully and uniquely crafted coming of age story and one that certainly doesn't come along often. Nothing about Ping Pong felt ordinary while still telling a very human story and a very emotional and realistic one at that. It's hard to not recognize its artistic merit. Ping Pong also tackles an aspect about sports that you don’t see very often and that’s when does the sport you commit yourself to stop becoming enjoyable and how that not only changes you but how you treat other players within the sport and your loved ones as well. And that just because you’ve lost sight of yourself, your roots of what brought you into something, and your enjoyment of it. Doesn’t mean you can’t find it again, start all over, and still find happiness and/or purpose. In the words of tumblr user @pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird who is way more versed in writing than I am, “how the tradeoff between talent, practice, and who you are outside of your achievements can scar the spirits of kids, and what it feels like to wrestle with the tension between your core understanding of yourself and how others expect you to be”. And that “Every major character goes through massive restructurings of their fundamental sense of self and how they see others, and that every single arc comes to a well-rounded and satisfying end”.

Phenomenal soundtrack except for the song in the opening which was.. not great and didn’t really fit with the rest of the soundtrack of the show imo. Speaking of music, this maybe one of my favorite Kensuke Ushio works to date. Every song of his has so much personality and freshness to it and adds a completely other level to the show and makes scenes incredibly memorable and engaging. Ping Pong can be a little much at times and has a roundabout way of doing things especially in the middle. Wish I didn’t wait so long to watch this show but in the end, I’m glad I finally experienced it. Hard recommend to anyone and everyone even if you don’t care about ping pong because I know I didn’t going in. Currently 2nd favorite sports anime after Hajime no Ippo. You got to fall before you know what it feels to fly.

Dusk Maiden of Amnesia: 4/10

60 years ago, a young woman was left to die in the abandoned school building behind the exclusive Seikyou Academy. No one knows why. No one knows how. But the horrifying tale and the legends of the ghostly haunting that followed live on to this day. Perhaps it's not so surprising then, that among Seikyou's many school clubs is one for students interested in "paranormal investigations." What might raise more than a few hairs, however, is that the founder of the club is the ghost herself. Unable to remember how she died and trapped in the grey land between life and death, Yuuko latches onto Teiichi Niiya, a freshman who can inexplicably see her, and together they and the other unsuspecting members of the club begin to unravel the many dark mysteries that surround Seikyou. Will unlocking the secret of Yuuko's gruesome death finally free her? Or will her sudden close association with a mortal have even stranger repercussions on both of their existences?

It wasn’t going to be easy following up to a show like Ping Pong but dusk maiden of amnesia can be tldr’d down to I simply wasn’t the target audience for this kind of show nor is it the kind of romance story I tend to get invested in but even still, there were issues with it that were hard for me to ignore. Dusk Maiden is an oddly cutesy (if that is even the right word for it) show with a heavy paint layer of dark color pallets and a sinister atmosphere. While not a harem, it acts like a harem almost immediately off the bat with all 3 girls batting for protag-kun’s attention and affection for some reason for a good majority of the show. A lot of the deep meaning and seriousness of scenes are quickly undone by it’s inclination to fall back to boob fondling and ecchi tactics at any moment no matter the tone nor the seriousness of the scene prior. Everything just feels crazy out of place at all moments including Yuuko’s horny levels toward protag-kun and his varying levels of reciprocating love towards her.

For a romance-mystery-supernatural show, the romance between the members of the cast never felt genuine but rather convenient and unearned. Even though the main cast is a mighty number of only 4 characters, there is an extreme lack of communication between them at times and I feel a lot of the episodes get stretched out the way they do because of this on top of there being already a ton of miscommunication between them. The last 4 episodes finally get to the meat of the most important mystery which is Yuuko herself but by then my interest in it had already sailed.

Mushi-Shi: 9/10

They are neither plants nor animals. They differ from other forms of life such as the micro-organisms and the fungi. Instead they resemble the primeval body of life and are generally known as "Mushi". Their existence and appearance are unknown to many and only a limited number of humans are aware of them. Ginko is a "Mushi-shi" who travels around to investigate and find out more about the "Mushi". In the process, he also lends a helping hand to people who face problems with supernatural occurrences which may be related to the "Mushi".

Mushishi is an award winning anime that is also associated with having one of the highest ratings amongst anime even to this day. Now that I finished it, I can say it’s for a very good reason. I took my time with watching this one for it is told in a very relaxed and controlled manner but never does it step into being boring and uninteresting. Mushishi plays out a series of 26 very unique and stand alone tales like a storybook as we experience and solve each tale with the main character Ginko who is a calm, friendly, and well-versed Mushi professional. Mushi are spirit like entities that most can’t see but inhabit and interact with the natural world and with peoples lives. Ginko is a Mushi-shi who are travelers and free agents who treat said phenomena and help those who have gotten their lives entwined with them. The mushi range from being cute and harmless to being horrifying and nightmarish with each episode requiring different solutions in order to treat, prevent, keep at bay, and cope or live with.

Not every episode/story told is a happy one. Some are happy, many are bittersweet, and a couple stories are outright depressing and tragic. The show has been described by many as a cozy slice of life by many but I’ll be honest, I in good conscience can’t 100% share the same description lol. The show may give off unanimously chill vibes and it IS an adventure slice of life, but the show was ripe full of subtle anxiety inducing moments that glued me to the storytelling. I found myself being aware and attentive with my expectations prepared for the worst to happen at the end of each episode. Though I guess I still did overall feel at peace watching each episode despite this. 

The show did a fantastic job pacing itself out. Telling 26 unique stories with each episode having a beginning, middle, and end without feeling rushed or too slow. Sorry that this mini review is getting on the longer side but it’s hard to talk about this show in a concise way because there is so much to unpack and talk about. 9 out of 10, would recommend watching but I’m aware it’s not for everybody. Wouldn’t be a bad idea peppering a little of it into your current watching schedule.

Mushi-Shi ZOKU SHOU: 9/10

The natural continuation of the series. Carries the exact same tone, vibes, pacing, and style of story telling of the first season. If I was put in a blind fold test, I wouldn’t know that this season was released 9 years after the first one. The set of stories this time around aren’t nearly as bittersweet as the first season and I did feel that Ginko was somewhat less involved with the cases this time around. I’ll just say it now, but I absolutely love Ginko as a character. Such a cool dude, love that guy. Before I watched the show I always pegged him as a dude that just keeps to himself, gets easily annoyed by other people, lays around and only spectates. But he’s like the complete opposite. He’s got so much going on, fantastic protagonist. He’s also problematic in that he makes smoking tobacco look cool. 

Mushi-Shi The Shadow that Devours the Sun: 8/10

Hey the sun is pretty important dudes. When you see that frame of the doctors house and the sea, it’s an reliable indication that the story/episode is going to be a good one. I really enjoyed the scene where the show all the characters from the previous episodes viewing the eclipse. 

Mushi-Shi Path of Thorns: 6.5/10

It was good although I can safely say that I won’t lose any sleep if there were no more Minai clan scenes or episodes from here on out. I think it was a good idea to make what would have been episode 11 and 12 into a special. Kind of disappointed in what I’m led to believe was the forbidden mushi or at least is the nature of the forbidden mushi. There was a lot of foreshadowing for it.

Mushi-Shi Second Season: 9/10

2nd season of the 2nd season. The clever bastard that recommended mushi-shi when I asked for a 26 episode or less anime full well knowing that I would get hooked into watching past the first season really got the most bang for their buck so far in terms of their recommendation lol. I kid though, Mushi-shi has been great.

Mushi-Shi SUZU NO SHIZUKU: 7/10

New lord dropped. Very bittersweet ending but still enjoyable. The quiet scene after the credits and not being given a title for the next episode invoked a unique sense of finality that I haven’t experienced in a long time.

Planet With: 5.5/10

Souya Kuroi has dreams of people with superpowers fighting a massive dragon in the sky, but his real life is almost as weird. He's had amnesia for about two weeks and been taken in by a maid and an anthropomorphic cat. When a UFO in the shape of a stuffed bear approaches Sorimasaka City and other metros around the world, he's startled to see seven rainbow-sparkling heroes zoom out to confront it – just like in his dream. Even weirder, the maid wants him to leave his shelter to confront these heroes and take the source of their power.

Planet With is a show that I otherwise would’ve never watched on my own accord but having finished it, I thought it was overwhelmingly alright. First, I need to get this out of the way right now; this show ain’t great looking. The CGI throughout the show is generally terrible, making action scenes have no weight to them in terms of actual combat and most actions that have the intention of looking cool and impactful end up feeling floaty and silly. The 2D hand drawn stuff is fine but doesn’t make up for the CG implemented in this show. Secondly, for a good chunk of the show the main character Soya sucks major ass. Imagine young Simon from TTGL but instead of being afraid and having low confidence he’s instead angry, dumb, and unfriendly. 60-70% of the time he’s either whining and complaining about something and we the viewer are stuck with him with usually no end to his whining in sight but luckily he does get better in the last 2 episodes when he becomes almost a carbon copy of a time skip ttgl Simon.

Another problem with having ugly action scenes is that this show tries so very hard to be hot blooded and almost Gurren Lagann-esq but is simply never cool and stylish enough to make it work. The intent is all there but it can never pull off the execution. You can tell this show came out in 2018 because it has aggressively bad bass boosted and out of place sound effects like fate apocrypha. On a positive note, Planet With was VERY bold in how it did it’s reveals. As weird as the plot was, Planet With somehow delivered it all in a easy to follow and engaging way, dropping a story changing plot point every other episode. Every character manages to get their backstory in even if it’s all done in a predictable and unremarkable way. Cramming all the elements of the story into 12 episodes as cleanly as it did is arguably one of the show’s greatest feats and honestly, I can’t believe it pulled it off. Lastly, I’m not sure how I feel about the way the show dealt with genocide and forgiveness but I think I’m simply not going to think to hard about it.

Kokkoku: 8/10

Juri Yukawa lives with her NEET father and brother, her retired grandfather, her sister and her young nephew. One day, her nephew and brother are kidnapped for ransom. Having only 30 minutes to meet the demands of the kidnappers, Juri, who realizes there is not enough time to prepare the money, decides to head for their rescue by herself with knife in hand when her grandfather uses a mysterious stone passed on in the Yukawa family to stop time. In a world where everyone and everything are inert, Juri and her father and grandfather run to rescue the two. But at the kidnappers' hideout, they soon realize they are not the only ones who can move about in this still world...

Took a month break after watching Planet With since I became more interested in playing videogames in my spare time but I finally managed to getting around to Kokkoku. Kokkoku is a supernatural thriller without the usual quick tense pace of a thriller. I found the premise and the hook in the first episode immediately engaging with each subsequent episode adding more clownery to the clown car up to the point where the climax felt like a final fight in a Jojo arc. There always seemed to be new problems arising with the exception of the last two episodes where the tension lessens and stuff finally cools down. The cast was likeable enough, maybe not the most exciting cast of characters but they all served their purposes. The villain was fun and everytime a bad guy was killed off it felt very satisfying to watch. And despite seeming like a weird confusing show at first glance, it was all very straightforward and easy to understand. I was hardly ever confused about what was going on and I greatly enjoyed the pacing of it all. I also watched the dub over the sub where I found the english voicework pretty well done even though I’ve heard better dubs before. Not once did I feel compelled to switch to subbed while watching. I overall really enjoyed my time with this show and found it to be fun watch despite its faults which I’m about to get into.

So first off and most importantly, the deus ex machina in the final episode is easily my biggest gripe with the show. A happy ending was well deserved but the way it happens is simply too convenient especially how well structured I felt the rest of the story was. Nowhere in the story was that blonde woman we saw in the first episode ever get hinted at being an un-aging wife of the man who made the stasis stone and the fact that she was there in Japan of all places to be pulled into Juri’s stasis and save her when she was about to fall into despair is the most out of nowhere plot development in the show. I kept assuming that blonde woman would show up and cause problems at the end of every episode since her entering stasis was one of the first things we saw when time stopped. Also the spirit dragon creature with the gouged out eye never appeared at any moment before the very end and it would’ve been cool to see that thing get hinted at beforehand for added mystery but there was never any mystery to it since it only showed up when the deus ex machina moment happened. I liked the happy ending but not like this lol. Dropping in such a virtuoso of plot knowledge at the very end is a big no no for me so I do feel like the well fought for ending that I was hoping for was stolen away in order of convenience.   

Now some other random gripes. There isn’t a lot but there is a surprising amount of out place sex jokes for some reason and the credits felt a little tasteless opening up with Juri in her underwear for some reason despite that not being close to the tone of the show at all. A lot of the episodes end in dire cliffhangers that usually get de-escalated at the start of the next episode lessening their impact each time. I also felt that despite the high stake and dangerous situations that the family members found themselves in, I never felt that they were ever in any real danger. The superpowers of the family were too over powered for most of the bad guys to remotely handle and if things got bad I knew grandpa would teleport them out of there. Also unlike virtually every other review I’ve read for this show, I feel like I’m one of the few people that didn’t care much for the opening song and I rushed to skip it every time but it does stand out as an opening though I’ll give it that. I liked the show and had a lot of fun watching it all unfold but at the end of the day, I can’t help but feel like something was still missing from it all and I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Chikyuu Bouei Kigyou Dai-Guard: 6.5/10

Thirteen years after their sudden disappearance, an alien race known as the Heterodyne resurface without warning. To combat the Heterodyne, three office workers from the 21st Century Security Corporation operate Dai-Guard - a giant robot no longer regarded as an oversized paperweight. Unfortunately, Dai-Guard is somewhat obsolete and in disrepair. It's a tough job, but salarymen can also save the world.

So.. some of you may recall me praising Dai-Guard quite a bit when I started it and posting about it and such and I will still stand by that praise. This show has a very good start. It felt fresh, original, and fun to watch. Dai-Guard as a mech is a great design and is easy on the eyes even though it’s moveset was somewhat limited. It was easy to root for a shitty broken down mech described as a financial money pit mascot after it stopped being needed years ago. But Dai-Guard unfortunately doesn’t carry that momentum all the way through.

Dai-Guard isn’t a bad show by any margin, it’s pretty good for the most part but it plays it very safe and once it establishes its monster of the week formula it eventually gets pretty stale as it is predictable. You can jump from episode 11 to episode 23 and you’ll probably notice no changes in a characters dynamic to one another. You have a colorful cast of characters for the most part but they don’t really play off each other that much in terms of development. You’ll have an episode dedicated to one of the pilots sole character development and the next will be another and vice versa, never as a whole team. Relationships amongst one another mainly stay the same. They don’t seem to hang out with each other and for the most part are shown mostly together only when they are clocked in at work. And at the end of the day, while no ones positions in respect to another really change, everything else also doesn’t really change. The kaiju still do kaiju things. the military still does annoying military things, corporate higher ups be doing selfish corporate higher up things, etc. 

The animation and the soundtrack is pretty good and while I noticed a drop in animation quality in some parts it never at all became distracting. I found myself also enjoying the Dai-Guard ownership politics between the company and the military and the fiscal responsibility for city and personal property damage after a kaiju is defeated. For a giant mecha show, the mecha fights aren’t always in the spotlight. Dai-Guard as a story is really invested in showing the power struggle behind the scene when dealing with city wide threats and catastrophes. It becomes quickly apparent that the biggest monsters are military boot lickers and greedy corporate suits that are so far removed from the common working class. Nothing is more dangerous for the protection of the citizens than big business cats calling the shots and an uncaring and by the code military choosing what’s best for themselves first and foremost. I do really like the idea of common workers being put into the role and responsibility of piloting a big ass mech and stopping kaiju but I just wish their side job as Dai-Guards pilots weren’t constantly challenged by the military higher ups believing that these three individuals that have consistently saved the day are some how not trained and practiced enough to handle the job instead of military dudes who have only simulation training. Also the show did jump between depicting the military as villains and heroes that it got hard to get a sense of where the writers stood when it came to the military. Some episodes the military were nothing but problem makers and others the main cast would smile and be relieved at the presence of the military. So that was pretty weird but I kind of got used to it.

Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de Aru: 6.5/10

Yuuna Yuuki is an ordinary second-year middle school student. She gets up in the morning, gets ready for school, goes to classes, participates in club activities, and has fun with her friends. But there is one extraordinary thing about Yuuki - she belongs to the “Brave Hero Club”. What does the Brave Hero Club do? Who is the mysterious being called “Vertex?” Yuuki Yuuna and her friends’ story takes place in Year 300, Era of the Gods.

I won’t lie, I was a little hesitant to start Yuuki Yuuna. It didn’t scream all that interesting at first glance and the only time of the day that I had time to watch it was at work around others which made me super self conscious of my surroundings. But in the end, I can say that it was a neat show with very pretty visuals that doesn’t ask for much from the viewer nor does it really set out to be this crazy unique original story. Yuuki Yuuna isn’t my first magical girl soldier conscripted into life or death battles under dubious contract circumstances rodeo but that didn’t really bother me because unlike a lot of other post Madoka Magica magical girl animes. Yuuki Yuuna doesn’t do it with malicious intent or for the sake of the edge™️. In fact, it’s almost the opposite. Yuuki Yuuna wants to be a cutesy hanging with the gals slice of life show more than anything, there just happens to be messed up magical girl elements and consequences looming at all times or at least that’s how I viewed it.

Now why did I score it a 6.5 and maybe not something like a 7? It’s because frankly I never felt any real attachment or care towards any of the characters. Most of the run time of the show is spent doing slice of life things with the five girls while they’re not fighting the vertex but I never found any of the girls really all that interesting. Just five playdough characters that are molded into any kind of narrative direction just to make me feel something when needed. But I guess if I were to choose, I found the health nut tsundere girl Karin the most enjoyable and her bloom form was the most cool in my opinion. While I’m still talking about the characters, there was also a weird amount of fanservice/ecchi moments for what are some of the most un-fanserviceable cast of underage characters you can get and I was grossed out everytime the show decided to focus on the girls butts or chests as if catering to an audience I greatly not want to think about. 

In conclusion, I thought the show was fine and it had some pretty great reveals that hooked me back in throughout. While enemy designs were whatever, the fight scenes still looked very good and they were a nice visual contrast compared to whenever they were just doing club activities. I’m also not sure how Yuuki Yuuna has like five other season/spinoffs not counting a sequel season that’s a prequel but unlike Mushishi, I’m content stopping at one season and it would take an incredible feat of persuasion to change my mind otherwise.

Blue Submarine No. 6: 7/10

The once famous and well respected scientist Zorndyke has bred a new genre of living being, one that thrives on the oceans and lives to destroy humans. Zorndyke believes it is time that the humans were relieved of their rule of the earth. It is up to Blue Submarine No. 6 and the rest of the Blue fleet to put an end to Zorndyke's madness and creations.

PS1 CGI GRAPHICS  PS1 CGI GRAPHICS PS1 CGI GRAPHICS PS1 CGI GRAPHICS PS1 CGI GRAPHICS! Blue Submarine No. 6 is an 1998 adaptation of the 1967 Blue Submarine No. 6 manga that has a little bit of everything. Within four episodes Blue Submarine has human struggles, out of place loud jazz music, sci-fi military submarines, gunboats, mermaid piloted mechs, talking whales, Warhammer goblins and orks, protags having trauma and existential crises, bad looking cg explosions, a girl in a skin tight bodysuit, very nice looking 2D hand drawn animation combined with incredibly dated ps1 cgi graphics, and violence. It’s like you take all these cool ideas and concepts and try to pull them all together into one cool experience. Now this might sound like one big mess of a show but I swear that it’s not, it was actually pretty enjoyable if you get into it.

That said, all the characters are kind of garbage ngl. They feel dated in how their written and some suffer being kinda 1 dimensional (sorry bodysuit girl). Zorndyke’s motives were sketchy at best but the way he’s presented, the presence he alludes, and the way others treat him. He very much reminds me of the character Kurtz in the book Heart of Darkness and I wonder if that was a possible inspiration for his character. Also I wasn’t expecting such cool monster human designs in this show and I felt that when the phantom ship crewmates were on screen I was watching warhammer ork boyz and it was very entertaining. The amount of promotional art of the mermaid humanoid girl made me think she was going to play a huge role in the show but I felt she could’ve done more honestly. She would show up like once or twice an episode for a couple scenes and that’d be it. Finally, the phantom ship has to be one of the coolest fictional ship designs I have seen in a long time.

Future Boy Conan: 8.5/10

July 2008. Mankind was faced with the threat of extinction. An ultra-magnetic weapon, far more devastating than any nuclear weapon known, destroyed half the world in an instant. The earth's crust was rocked by massive movements, the earth was thrown off its axis, and the five continents were torn completely apart and sank deep below the sea... The attempt by a number of people to flee to outer space failed. Their spaceships were forced back to the earth and vanished with their hopes shattered. But one of the spaceships narrowly escaped destruction and crash-landed on a small island which had miraculously survived the devastation. The crew members of the spaceship settled there, as if they were seeds sown on the island. After years, a boy was born. He was a new life in the desert, a ray of light in the darkness of the annihilated earth...

To end off the list, a highly influential but not necessarily highly rated show (during it’s airtime) amongst Japanese audiences in the late 70′s and early 80′s, Future Boy Conan. Though not made by Ghibli, it’s straight out of director Hayao Miyazaki’s animation sweat shop and knowing Miyazaki’s history of overworking his staff, it’s immediately understood that the artists and animators on board for this show were grinded to a pulp making this family friendly post-apocalyptic adventure beast of a story where the themes and story elements can easily be discovered in Miyazaki’s later works. If you know me well you’d know that I don’t like Miyazaki as a person but I admit he’s pretty good when it comes to putting out good anime. There’s a lot to talk about for this show because of how meaty and how much work and progression gets done each episode (each episode is 30 minutes). Out of the entire list of shows that were recommended to me, Conan has the most intensive amount of animation work done with nuanced and weighty animation from the way characters move, to the way character’s collide and interact with objects, and to the way characters traverse their settings. It’s all very visually impressive with a fun story to boot which makes me wish Miyazaki directed more series length shows before solely focusing on movies.

I don’t want to get into every narrative detail about the story because I’d encourage people to stop reading this mini review and go watch the show for themselves but the story is pretty simple and straightforward. Apocalyptic world, one island is nice the other not so nice, boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they really like each other, go to extreme lengths to save the other, some bad guys become good, lots of traveling, got to save super grandpa, you learn more about the world, human consequence and error, main boy is really strong, main girl has telepathy, bad guys want to harness solar power to resurrect world ending weapons from the past, etc. Nothing really extreme and complicated, in fact, it might be too straightforward for its own good. All the major plot points are predictable and expected. Aside from how Conan will get the job done you shouldn’t ever really be surprised how things play out. Like classic Miyazaki, there really isn’t really any narrative edge that hits you out of nowhere to keep things interesting or on your toes. Motives are clear and easy to see. It’s clear that this is a show that can be viewed at a young age while also enjoyed as an adult. And though I wouldn’t classify Future Boy Conan as a romance. The relationship between Conan and Lana is beyond endearing and is cute to witness. Many romance animes of today could learn a thing or two from Conan and Lana.

Personally, I found Captain Dyce while questionably stranger danger at points, stealing the spotlight with his weirdness and comic relief no matter how dire the situation. Aside from Dyce, no one’s character design really stands out and like classic Miyazaki, a grand majority of the characters present within the story are extremely plain and simple looking. You’ll get crowds of people but everyone in the crowd will have the same face and hair which gets a little uncanny to look at. I’d also like to mention that I was surprised at how violent the first half of the story was when it came towards the treatment of Conan and Jimsy. It didn’t shy away from child abuse and making sure Conan and Jimsy got ruffed up by the bad guys and put to work. Future Boy Conan also isn’t the show to watch if you have an intense fear of drowning because for a good portion of the show, they introduce a new terrifying and creative way of drowning almost every other episode either it being crushed under a sinking ship with no air, being lost at sea while hand cuffed arms to legs, somehow hand locked to a submerged anchor, trapped in a rapidly flooding mine, etc.

Finally and I need to stress this, Conan is a freak of nature. That boy may not be the most interesting of protagonists but the herculean level of physical feats he is able to pull off is wild and his insane physical strength though realized by other characters, is never once questioned. No surface too hard to climb, no ledge too narrow to grab onto, no object too heavy, no distance too far to jump or fall. You know they say all men are created equal. But, you at look at Conan and you look at Samoa Joe and you can see that statement is not true! See, normally if you go one-on-one with another wrestler you got a 50/50 chance of winning. But Conan’s a genetic freak, not normal! So you got a twenty five percent at best to beat Conan! And then you add Kurt Angle to the mix? The chances of winning drastically go down. See, the three-way at Sacrifice, you got a thirty three and a third chance of winning. But Conan! He’s got a sixty six and two-thirds chance of winning, cuz Kurt Angle KNOWS he can’t beat him, and he’s not even gonna try. So, Samoa Joe, you take your thirty three and a third chance minus Conan’s twenty five percent chance and you got an eight and a third chance of winning at Sacrifice. But then you take his 75 perchance-chance of winnin’ and then add sixty six and two thirds…percent's, Conan’s got a one hundred forty one and two-thirds chance of winning at Sacrifice! See Samoa Joe? The numbers don’t lie, and they spell disaster for you at Sacrifice.

Thanks for reading ^-^

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Safe Place.

Yakuza! Nanami Kento x gn Reader

Hello everyone, this fic is in collaboration with my dear friend @sunfloweroranges you can read their fic here :D

I kind of changed my writing style for this one, I'm trying out different things so let me know how it goes, feedback is always welcome, that's all from me hope you have a good time reading 💜

Summary: You're clueless

Warnings: mentions of blood, mature themes, mentions of murder and head chopping, language, yandare Nanami if you squint.

Grocery shopping is never fun when you're alone, especially making your way back home in the cold winter months, it gets dark so early.

A slight twist of your gut had made you walk back home in a faster pace. Turning your head every couple of steps, you never saw anything, yet this feeling never left even when you got through the main entrance of your apartment complex.

The elevator was broken once more, and you were already out of breath from rushing back, as you took the first steps up, your next door neighbor, who looked way too scary for your own liking bumped your shoulder on his way down.

Jeez he's in a hurry today.

Mumbling a quick apology, even though he was the one that was at fault, you quickly found the strength to run up the stairs and lock yourself in. Some short of commotion was coming from outside the complex that you didn't really care to hear.

That pink haired guy, your neighbor, who was build like a damn door, always got himself in some short of trouble, hearing him yell profanities or even throwing punches was a far too often occurance.

Why did he have to live right next door?

It's safe to say you did the best to keep the hell away from him, not that he seemed to bother with you, neitherless he was fucking scary.

Kento was ten minutes late, he was never late, except for the days that he had to clean up someone's mess, the days someone underestimated the power he held or the days someone dared speak your name. He wouldn't even tell them 'dont you dare speak their name' or anything along those lines. There was no warning when it came to mentioning yo,u only taking immediate action.

Naturally you were in the dark about all of that, Kento -or Ken as you would often referred to him as- kept you far far away from the darkness of his world. That was his way of keeping you safe and at the same time having you as his personal way out of his work and in his defence he didn't completely lie about his employment. He was an investor, just a bit of a different stock market than what you had in mind.

As far as you knew, Nanami Kento was an extremely successful business man, he chalked up his tattoo covered body as just his preferred style, since he is this good at what he does, he likes to say that his work place doesn't give a damn about his ink covered skin and the expensive gifts that he always pressures you to accept are just another benefit of his high profile job.

"Darling, I hope you didn't start without me." Wrapping your arms around your extremely sweet boyfriend you left a small kiss on his lips watching as the corners tagged upwards in an equally sweet smile the moment your lips left his.

"Of course not Ken, it's Friday remember?" Fridays are the established date nights in, you and Kento cook and dine together. More often than not you end up slow dancing to some jazz, or with you laying on his chest Infront of the fireplace, listening to his heartbeat, talking about life while he strokes your hair until the dawn.

Tossing him an apron, after he -like the gentleman he is- tied yours, you got to work on today's dish: Chorizo carbonara.

"You're never late on Fridays, bad day at work?"

You spoke while slicing some papers.

"Yeah, the stocks are all over the place and it's getting me stressed, but it's our night darling, anything else isn't of importance."

Kento always found a way of distracting you when it came to talking about his day, he is always quite vague and when his palm rested on the small of your back gazing down at you with those adoring eyes, it's hard to keep focused on anything other than him.

"Why don't you tell me about your day love?"

He always asked you that, Kento is in awful need of the calm that the mundane life you live carries. He craves to feel that, he still loves the power he holds over people, the way the mare mention of his name makes others tremble in fear of what the man will do to them shall they not comply to his requests -more accurately orders-

"Thankfully work was pretty good today, I finished grocery shopping so we could cook, I got us that wine you really loved too. The neighbor is being weird again but that's not new, maybe moving out isn't a bad idea."

Everything was like music to Kento's ears untill that last sentence. You had mentioned moving out before, but Kento always found a way to convince you not to. The rent was good, this house is close to your work, he would always reason with you until you changed your mind. He never pushed too hard fearing that you'd suspect something, but you only smiled and ended up agreeing with him.

You see, unbeknownst to you, your weird neighbor is Nanami's most trusted man, he's protecting you twenty four hours a day, even as you walked up the stairs today he dealt with another threat that was headed right your way. No, you cannot move before you know everything, but Nanami can't bring himself to break your bubble, he loves you and you love him, the real him, he would never scare you by letting you take a peek at his point of view. Maybe he should run away with you afterall.

"He doesn't look that bad, love. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Nanami knew he was capable of a lot more than that but it was true, your neighbor was an ally and although he would hurt lots of people, you were on the list of people to be protected and Sukuna took his bosses orders very seriously.

"Besides, my love, anyone would have to get through me first before attempting to lay a finger on you."

With the way his lips moulded on yours and his velvety tone, how could you not believe every single word that just came out of his mouth. Kento would die before letting anything happen to you, that little statement helped bring you comfort.

"You must really love my house Ken, can you pass me the butter?"

The moment your back was turned, Kento let out a breath of relief. That little voice in his head he always pushed away yelled at him to tell you everything, he burried it in the back of his mind once more.

"Can you believe that? I swear she drives me insane- Ken are you listening to me?"

That was weird, Kento always gave you his full attention. Perhaps he was tired today.

"Yes darling, you were talking about that Satoru guy, the one who annoys you at work."

Yeah you were, but that was while you were still eating, about twenty minutes ago.

"Babe, you're tired, let's go to bed, we can pick up where we left off another time, you need to rest."

The habit of staying up all night on Fridays had really stuck, but sleeping when your partner clearly needed to, is very much on schedule although it rarely ever happened.

Getting up from the sofa, tagging at Kento's arm to follow you to the bedroom had Kento irritated at how concerned you grew for him. He still feels you're too good at times, all the time to be exact.

You only heard him sigh before he pulled you back on the sofa, having lost your balance in his sudden move, you landed on top of him.

"Stay with me a little longer my love, I'm sorry I spaced out, I'm all ears for you now."

Another invitation for you to just talk to him, he didn't care about what. Kento loved the tone of your voice, how it changed pitch depending on what emotion you held or what you were talking about. His voice was quite monotone, like everyone else's around him. He had to grow thick skin and throw away all short of feelings, but everything he locked away years ago came rushing back the moment he spilled coffee on you six months ago. You hadn't even complained about the burning sensation on your skin as he helped clean you up, you just gave Kento a smile telling him that everything was fine and these things happen.

In his world they don't, someone can breathe the wrong way and lose their head, all it took was your damn smile and that statement to get him to need something different than what he had. Kento never thought he missed a thing, he found out how wrong he was that very day.

Sometimes he wished he never took the time to help you out back then, but that was only because he didn't know that he'd put you through all this.

"So I'm just sat there in a staring contest over the last price of cake, I won but my eyes still feel a bit dry."

You laughed, Kento stared down at you with a fond smile, your head on his lap and your hands tangled in his, brushing his knuckles and examining every bit of his skin with such care, God you were beautiful all over.

While Kento's hands were very interesting a small detail in the cuff of his shirt got your stomach to drop.

"Ken, is that blood?"

He swore he cleaned up, he always cleaned up before coming back to you, he never missed a single splatter. Maybe rushing home after not one, but two people tried to harm you today put him on edge.

He had missed a single drop. He was absolutely disgusted that even that tiny part of someone who dared to say the name y/n out loud infront of him and even threatened your existence was anywhere near you.

"Sweetheart that's probably tomato sauce from cooking, thanks for pointing it out, you know I hate staining my clothes, I'll go change."

Your meal didn't contain tomato sauce.

Why was your gut telling you that something was off?

Kento seemed a bit tense tonight, was it just a bad day at work?

He never really conversed on his profession. The huge dragon that started from the back of his thigh, ended on his left shoulder covering his entire back was just his 'style'. You swore you heard him talk to the pink haired man who lived next door but he told you he was on the phone. Everything little bit of suspicious behaviour you had previously payed no mind to, came to you. On top of that what was his reason to lie about a drop of blood on his sleeve? He could've said it was a paper cut or something, Why did he lie?

Behind the bathroom door Kento only cursed at him self.

Why didn't he lie better?

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #yakuza nanami #au nanami kento #jjk drabbles #jjk anime #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen oneshot

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I would be VERY interested in the long list of Jigen headcanons you mentioned!

-rubs hands- here it is!!!

I'm pretty sure Jigen has PTSD, even though that's not really shown in the show (or I just didn't catch it). Probably has nightmares too. Goemon helps him calm down from them. They used to be about his past, but now they're mostly about losing his partners.

He has tattoos !! A really cool full-back tattoo, probably irezumi (traditional Japanese tattooing technique, the stuff you see on yakuza). There's a phoenix and white chrysanthemums. He kinda regrets getting it when he gets refused at the entrance of onsens. But on the other hand, Lupin loves his tattoos, so that entirely makes up for it.

We all know about his taste in men, at this point it’s not really a headcanon anymore (but it’s just really fun to think about)

He is so, so touch-starved. This man has almost never received any affection, so now he kind of short-circuits every time Lupin or Goemon does something nice for him. He hates to admit it but he loves cuddles. (also he probably blanked the first time Lupin or Goemon called him by his first name)

He picked up a bit of French from Lupin. Hearing Jigen speak French makes Lup a bit weak at the knees (but honestly, who wouldn’t be). Especially when Jigen calls Lupin “Arsène” (no one’s called him that in years, and the intimacy of first name term paired with Jigen’s deep, rumbling voice, well… Lupin is but a man. A very, very weak bisexual man). Also Lupin somehow managed to make Jigen believe that “enculé” means something akin to “my beloved”.

Jigen and Fujiko have sibling energy. They pretend they hate each other, and they do get on each other’s nerves a lot, but if you leave them together unsupervised, they’re going to get into so much shenanigans. Utter chaos. Sometimes they also get together to drink expensive wine, paint their nails and trash-talk Lupin.

(Fujiko is also trans btw, fight me)

He can shoot virtually anything – even if he’s never used it before, he’ll learn it in five minutes flat. Even a rocket launcher. Even a tank. Even a friggin space laser. If it can shoot, Daisuke Jigen will learn how to use it, and have the time of his life learning it.

Also, he knows so much about guns, just SO MUCH, and he can talk passionately about them for hours on end (it makes him very happy)

I think he might be neurodivergent? I’m not sure. I just really like the idea of him infodumping and also hand-flapping (me? Projecting my own stims onto my favourite characters? It’s more likely than you think). He’s usually super quiet and doesn’t really talk much, but get him onto a topic he loves, and he’ll talk your ears off (in a good way. Honestly I’d love to just sit there and listen to him talk about guns).

Jigen and Goemon mutual infodumping about guns and about Bushido.

Besides that, I think his relationship with Goemon is this very calm and peaceful kind of haven thing, like they can just sit together in silence for hours on end and be content just being in each other’s presence. They don’t need words to let the other know how much he’s loved. It’s a welcome break for Lupin’s constant hyperactivity (but they also both love their hyperactive boyfriend very much) (this song. This song is what I’m talking about. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwGn73AW-gk )

Thank you for enabling me!! I just love him so very much <3

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[palmett-hoes]

I like your meta and I got to thinking about all the stuff in these books that requires the suspension of disbelief to roll with and tbh the biggest thing Nora ever asked us to overlook is Riko's entire schtick. Tell me who in real life looks at a short, West Virginia college freshman, even the ones who are good athletes, and says 'oh yeah they are definitely the authority on who should be thought of as the best players in the league, the tattoos are normal, he's normal' Like !??? Hello???

yea i personally have a lot of questions about the moriyamas as they’re presented to us in canon. i think they’re a very confusing detail, and also a not-exceptionally well-considered one on account of the unfortunate racial implications

personal take: the moriyamas should have been russian bratva instead of japanese yakuza. it would change absolutely nothing about the story, but would fix a dozen small details that i’ve been leaping through flaming hoops to justify watsonianly in how i flesh out the extended universe

nora is VERY much a character writer, not a world-builder. her characters are SO nuanced and life-like, but her world-building often feels random, disjointed, and unaddressed

that being said though, i don’t think riko’s schtick is really one of these details

calling riko just a “short, West Virginia college freshman” is very uncharitable to exactly what he is. riko is a celebrity, the ward of a celebrity, and he’s been in the media eye since he was born. it would be accurate to compare him (and kevin) to people like blue ivy carter and north west kardashian, children of a-list, instantly-recognizable celebrities who got added to their guardians’ brand as children. blue ivy is nine-years-old and has already won a grammy

(i don’t want to imply that either the knowles-carter or the kardashian-west family, or any other celebrity i might mention here are abusive like the moriyama family. while there are plenty of concerns about the psychology of child stars, i’m not talking about their personal lives or the way these children are being raised, because that’s none of my business. i’m talking about them from the perspective of their media visibility and the legitimacy that gives them with the public)

journalists LOVE celebrity kids. every argument and wardrobe choice is headline news in a-list houses, and why some celebrities (like famously michael jackson) have to go to such extreme measures to give their kids even a modicum of privacy, because they're hounded by reporters and photographers every time they step outside.

tetsuji, however, took much more of the joe jackson approach and turned his nephew and ward into a public brand and set them loose on the media circuit as soon as he was able

you have to think about exy as a global movement, one with two distinct figureheads at the helm. it came out of nowhere and completely reshaped the world of sports in an extremely short amount of time. think of kayleigh and tetsuji as being like mark zuckerberg or steve jobs: innovators and figureheads

and even if they’re “just” sports celebrities, they’re sports celebrities on a tier with people like babe ruth, michael phelps, tom brady, serena williams, usain bolt, lance armstrong, the rock, muhammed ali, john cena. people whose sports celebrity is SO great their names enter the mainsteam. that’s the MINIMUM level of fame and influence they have

it's no stretch of the imagination for me to think that the Princes of Exy brand was inextricable with the rapid growth and popularity of the sport. kevin and riko were mascots, ambassadors, and symbols, not just for the ravens but for exy itself. the sport viewed as coming of age alongside them

even if it seems ridiculous to us from outside their universe, inside it people have been hearing about the Perfect Court for over ten years. it’s something their sportscasters and news anchors talk about. you’ve heard it on every early-morning and late-night talk show. it’s a tagline on the covers of magazines and up on billboards. every little league kid who picks up an exy racket dreams that they’ll be the next pick and wear that three or four on their jersey

riko and kevin may have been two of the most famous children in the world

and with celebrity comes extensive forgiveness of... “eccentricity.” remember when jared leto started a cult and everyone just,,, let that happen? gwyneth paltrow’s new age wellness pseudoscience brand? tom cruise is literally a scientologist? even if it’s absolutely ridiculous, it’s okay if a celebrity does it

in-universe, riko isn’t just a “good athlete,” he’s a house-hold name with a consistent vision, every tool at his disposal to get it done, a massive platform of people listening to his every word, and the mainstream media spreading it for free

some tattoos at 16? that’s nothing. ESPECIALLY if they’d been drawing them on for years before

once you think about these things in the context of things that are familiar to us, rather than strange and random and contextless the way they (admittedly) come across in canon, riko starts to make a little more sense

also, while i think it could have been pushed more, i think that nora actually did a pretty decent job of conveying this idea of Celebrity as a theme in the books. there are a lot of very consistent references to kevin and riko’s fame and influence. however, because of how much of an unreliable narrator with such a narrow scope of interest neil is, it’s a detail that can slide past you especially if you haven’t read the books in a while and you mostly engage in the fandom. fandoms tend to be character driven, not theme driven, so a lot of the recurring themes and imagery of a work tend to get lost over time

however i try to keep in touch with the canon. the last time i fully read the books was less than a year ago (and i’ve been in the fandom for like,, 5 years?) and i fact check it often for posts, meta, and fic beta-ing. at some point i’d really like to do a series of scene breakdowns and literary analysis of the lesser-acknowledged themes bc ideas like Celebrities In The Public vs Private are interestingly approached and i think we’re missing out a bit by only talking about them from a character-first perspective

i think one thing i would LOVE about getting some kind of visual-media adaptation of aftg (animated series or visual novel preferred) would be all the passive worldbuilding we could get that neil declines to describe to us. things like billboards and magazine covers and t-shirts and commercials for exy and the Princes of Exy in particular. i really think it would push so much more dimension and context into the story for us to really SEE these things

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