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Can you do some headcanons about izana and a reader who loves to read books or generally a good girl just like you did the rindou one? Thank you!
Hello! It is a little longer that I planned but I really had fun with this one. Izana is an interesting guy, so their were so many ideas I had for this. Please enjoy!
Izana Kurokawa w/ a Good Girl Girlfriend
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Izana is far from a good person
I refuse to elaborate because if I do I will be crying hard.
But anyways, he probably met you because you are related to someone or multiple people in Tenjiku
Maybe one of the Heavenly Kings?
You had everything: brains, family, looks, personality
Everything about you was perfect and he hated it
You weren’t a big fan of him either
He was a psycho
But weirdly enough, he decided he didn’t want to hate you
Whenever your brother(s) dragged you there, you would just sit and do homework or read books
You always bring snacks though
Who hates someone who brings snacks?
That’s right!  NO ONE!
You were really nice to everyone and listened to anything they wanted to talk about
So Izana decided to keep an eye on you
He told Kakucho it was because he didn’t want snack girl to get hurt and stop bring snacks
But it was because he secretly liked you.  Kakucho knew that
He learned a lot about you
Like you are a really good student
That you are in the Home Economics Club
That you like historical fiction books
One night while you were walking home from school, some delinquents decided to give you some problems.
So Izana flew in and saved you.
He never told you why he was there until Kakucho accidentally told you and you confronted him.
He tried to deny it, but he was a blushing mess
You told him that it was okay if he liked you.
Because you liked him too
He took this as a sign to kiss you and that day you too became a couple.
Besides bringing snacks to meetings, he never wanted you to get involved in anything Tenjiku related
You were an angel and you didn’t need to get involved in anything illegal
You were happy about that. 
 You wanted to stay away from getting arrested.  You had goals
He wants you to be his queen
And so do you
He doesn’t have any of the Tenjiku members protect you because that is his job.
He makes sure to spend a lot of time with you
Even trying to help you study.
He’s a good helper
He may not be smart or good like you
But you make him want to be better
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DEAD GIRL'S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO
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NINE — spider
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"there's an unsettling aura of unpredictability surrounding Mr. Kurokawa as if he's capable of anything given the right circumstances. It's difficult to gauge the extent of his moral compass if he even possesses one at all." —MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I
chapter summary: with a drug deal gone awry, and multiple drug rings raided, Izana decides that he and Mikey need to blow off steam.
chapter warnings: dark content 18+, unreliable narrator!maya, stockholm syndrome mentions of suicide, depiction of corpses, blood and gore, character death, funerals, murder, mentions of drugs, police raid, use of weapons, corruption, bribery, mentions of suicide, implied memory loss, implied dissociation, torture, forced drugging, withdrawal symptoms, addiction, vomiting, power imbalance, dehumanization, humiliation, drugged sex, MAJOR dubcon, noncon(tagging this just in case), no prep, unprotected sex, p in v sex, extortion, hickeys, bondage, ruined orgasm, voyeurism, drug use/misuse, fingering, threesome(kinda), making out, unsafe sex, temperature play, waxplay, dacryphilia, sadomasochism, creampie, aftercare, first degree burns
word count: 8455
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"Hey pretty" Mikey murmurs as Maya lays her head on his bicep
Calloused fingers brush her bangs away from her forehead and he smiles. Maya's heart fluttered at the softness in Mikey's voice, a stark contrast to the rough exterior he often projected. She shifted closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. "Hi" she whispered in response, her voice barely above a breathy murmur
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as the two of them lay entwined in each other's arms. Mikey's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. The gesture filled Maya's heart with warmth, banishing any lingering doubts or fears that had haunted her during the night. They just had breakfast and showered. Maya didn't think this guy knew how to cook but apparently, he did. As Maya basked in the warmth of Mikey's embrace, she couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquillity wash over her. It starkly contrasted the chaos and uncertainty that had defined her life in recent weeks. With Mikey by her side, the world seemed to slow down, the troubles of yesterday fading into insignificance. It's about 9:30 in the morning. It's... Wednesday? Yes, it's Wednesday. Maya hasn't seen Izana very often recently. Through eavesdropping, she heard about some important deal going on with the Korean mafia that has him occupied. She's more than grateful for that after all. As Maya reveled in the comfort of Mikey's embrace, she found herself drifting into a state of blissful contentment. The weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and security that she had longed for since arriving at the beach house. "Hey, you okay?" Mikey's voice broke through her reverie, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow
Maya nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I'm good," she reassured him, her voice soft and warm.
Mikey returned her smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're all relaxed like this" he teased, his tone light and playful.
Maya's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "shut up" she mumbled
The sound of Mikey's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls in a joyful symphony. In that moment, Maya felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. Despite everything they had been through, she had found a sense of happiness and belonging in Mikey's arms. As the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over her. She shifted slightly in Mikey's embrace, nestling closer to him as if seeking refuge from the outside world. Mikey's fingers traced gentle patterns on her back, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I could get used to waking up like this every day"
Maya's heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding her chest. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Me too," she admitted softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips
Their laughter filled the air, mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as they shifted closer to each other. At that moment, Maya felt a sense of peace settles over her, a quiet reassurance that everything would be okay as long as she had Mikey by her side. Lost in the tranquillity of the moment, Maya's mind drifted to thoughts of the future. She imagined days filled with laughter and shared adventures, where every sunrise brought with it the promise of a new beginning. With Mikey's arm wrapped around her, she felt a sense of security she hadn't known in a long time. But beneath the surface of their idyllic morning, Maya couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. The memory of Izana's ominous presence loomed like a dark cloud on the horizon, threatening to overshadow their newfound happiness. Despite Mikey's reassuring presence, Maya couldn't help but wonder what would happen when Izana inevitably returned. Would their fragile bubble of bliss be shattered, or would they find a way to weather the storm together? For now, Maya pushed aside her worries, choosing instead to focus on the warmth of Mikey's embrace and the love that bound them together. As they lay intertwined in each other's arms, Maya allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could carve out their own slice of happiness in a world fraught with uncertainty. "I don't think I've slept this good in years" Mikey admits, pressing his forehead to hers
His words and gestures, once foreign and intimidating, now brought her a sense of comfort and familiarity that she craved. She revelled in the simple pleasures of their daily routines, finding joy in the mundane tasks they shared and the quiet moments they spent together. Mikey's laughter became her melody, his touch her anchor in a sea of uncertainty. As she gazed into Mikey's eyes, she saw not the leader of a dangerous gang, but the man who had offered her solace and protection in a world gone awry. "me too"
And in that moment, Maya found herself falling deeper into the web of Mikey's influence, unaware of the dangerous hold he was gaining over her.
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2 whole weeks. Maya had been missing for 2 whole weeks. They found her body in Yokohama. Suicide or maybe an accident as Naoto told Chifuyu. He didn't get to see her body. Naoto said there was nothing to see. Chifuyu didn't think he'd want to see either. The car they had found her in was a rental, taken out under her name. She had booked an apartment in Okinawa apparently. The owner said she was to move in 2 after her body was found. Maybe it wasn't a suicide, maybe it was just an accident, maybe maybe maybe maybe. None of them knew because now Maya was dead. "hey" Mitsuya said to him "eat something"
Chifuyu stared blankly at the array of food laid out before him, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of unanswered questions and lingering doubts. He couldn't bring himself to eat, couldn't even muster the appetite to do so. Maya was gone, and the weight of her absence hung heavy in the air, suffocating him with its crushing finality. "Hey," Mitsuya's voice broke through the haze of Chifuyu's thoughts, pulling him back to the present moment.
He looked up to see Mitsuya's concerned expression, a silent plea mirrored in his eyes. "Eat something" Mitsuya repeated gently once again, his tone tinged with empathy.
Chifuyu forced a small nod, his throat constricting with emotion as he reached for a nearby plate of sushi. The taste of the rice and fish felt foreign and distant, a stark reminder of the emptiness that now permeated his life. Maya should have been here, should have been laughing and joking with them like she always did. But instead, they were gathered in a sombre hall, mourning her untimely passing. As Chifuyu mechanically chewed his food, his gaze drifted to the makeshift altar adorned with Maya's photograph and offerings of flowers and incense. She looked so serene in the picture, her smile frozen in time, forever out of reach. A lump formed in Chifuyu's throat as he struggled to reconcile the vibrant, vivacious Maya he knew with the lifeless image before him. Beside him, Mitsuya offered a supportive pat on the back, a silent gesture of solidarity in their shared grief. But even as Mitsuya's presence provided a semblance of comfort, Chifuyu couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that gnawed at his insides. Something about Maya's death didn't sit right with him, didn't add up. "It's gonna be okay Chifuyu" Draken says, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder
The car Maya was found in was burnt to a crisp and so was her body. They identified her through dental records and DNA. Chifuyu nodded numbly at Draken's words, his mind still reeling from the shock of Maya's sudden and tragic demise. The weight of Draken's hand on his shoulder felt both grounding and suffocating, a tangible reminder of the gravity of their loss. "It's gonna be okay, Chifuyu," Draken repeated, his voice tinged with an earnestness that Chifuyu struggled to believe. 
How could things ever be okay again when Maya was gone, her vibrant spirit extinguished in a cruel twist of fate?
The details of Maya's death only adds to the surrealness of the situation. The burnt car, the charred remains, the painstaking process of identification—it all felt like a nightmare from which Chifuyu couldn't wake. The reality of Maya's absence loomed large, casting a dark shadow over everything they once held dear. As Chifuyu grappled with the enormity of their loss, a sense of helplessness washed over him, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of grief and confusion. Maya had been his anchor, his guiding light in the darkness, and now she was gone, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. He felt like this was all his fault.
Had he not gotten drunk that night with her, had he not slept with her, had he not rejected her, none of this would have happened. She would still be here next to him. As the weight of guilt settled heavily upon Chifuyu's shoulders, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was somehow to blame for Maya's tragic fate. The memories of that fateful night replayed in his mind like a relentless loop, each moment etched with painful clarity. "If only..." Chifuyu whispered to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the sombre atmosphere of the funeral hall
If only he had made different choices if only he had been more careful with Maya's fragile heart, if only he had seen the signs of her distress sooner. But dwelling on the what-ifs offered no solace, no redemption for the guilt that gnawed at his soul. Maya was gone, and he was left grappling with the crushing weight of his regrets. His friends offered words of comfort, and assurances that Maya's death was not his fault, but their well-meaning platitudes fell on deaf ears. How could they understand the depth of his guilt, the overwhelming sense of responsibility that consumed him? With a heavy heart, Chifuyu bowed his head in silent prayer, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of grief and remorse.
As Chifuyu remained lost in his thoughts, memories of Maya flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of the vibrant spirit that had been extinguished far too soon. He remembered her laughter, bright and infectious, and the way her eyes sparkled with mischief whenever she teased him. He recalled their late-night conversations, filled with dreams and aspirations, and the warmth of her presence that always brought him comfort in times of need.
But alongside these cherished memories lurked darker thoughts, haunting reminders of the moments he wished he could erase from his mind. The arguments, the misunderstandings, the pain he had caused her—all of it weighed heavily on his conscience, casting a shadow over their once-budding relationship.
Lost in his reverie, Chifuyu barely noticed as his friends gathered around him, offering silent support in their shared grief. Mitsuya's hand on his shoulder, and Draken's reassuring presence by his side—they were constants in his life, pillars of strength in the face of adversity.
But even their unwavering support couldn't silence the doubts that plagued Chifuyu's mind. Was there something more he could have done to save Maya? Could he have been a better friend?
He had called Mikey. He called and asked for help. Maybe Mikey would help is what he thought. Maybe Mikey would help find Maya with all the connections he had but he couldn't. It was too late now.
As the funeral procession continued, Chifuyu resolved to confront these questions head-on, searching for answers in his heart's depths. For Maya's sake, and for his own, he knew he couldn't afford to dwell in the shadows of regret any longer. "Hey" Kazutora says as they sit outside the memorial hall after the end of the funeral
"hi" Chifuyu says quietly
Kazutora settles down next to Chifuyu, their shoulders almost touching as they sit in solemn silence. The weight of Maya's absence hangs heavy in the air, casting a sombre pall over their surroundings. "You holding up okay?" Kazutora asks, his voice was soft with concern
Chifuyu nods, though the gesture feels hollow. "I'm trying," he replies, his words barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind.
Kazutora offers a sympathetic smile, a silent acknowledgment of the pain they both share. "It's gonna take time, Chifuyu," he says, his tone gentle yet firm. "But we'll get through this together, alright?"
Chifuyu manages a weak smile in return, grateful for Kazutora's unwavering support. In that moment, amidst the grief and uncertainty, he finds solace in the simple act of companionship, knowing that he doesn't have to face his pain alone. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice steadier now. "Together"
"Chifuyu. Kazutora" Naoto says walking over to them
Naoto looked just as bad as Chifuyu did. Naoto had been the one to go see Maya's body as he was in the police force. Chifuyu and Kazutora turn to face Naoto, noticing the anger etched in his features as he approaches them. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, are now clouded with frustration and regret. "Hey, Naoto," Chifuyu greets him cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.
Naoto's jaw tightens as he nods curtly in response, his gaze flickering between Chifuyu and Kazutora. "I'm sorry I missed the funeral," he says tersely, his voice laced with bitterness.
Chifuyu's expression softens with understanding, recognizing the turmoil Naoto must be grappling with. "It's okay, Naoto," he assures him gently, reaching out a comforting hand.
Kazutora offers a nod of agreement, his expression sympathetic. "We know you had your reasons," he adds, his tone reassuring.
Naoto's shoulders tense with the weight of his emotions, his fists clenching at his sides. "I should have been there," he mutters, his voice heavy with regret.
Chifuyu places a reassuring hand on Naoto's shoulder, offering him a small smile of understanding. "We understand, Naoto," he says softly. "We're just glad you're here now."
Kazutora noticed Naoto was in a different outfit than usual. He's wearing all black with a bulletproof vest on top and a body cam on. He's wearing black fingerless gloves and his gun strapped to his side. Was he going on a raid? The stark contrast to Naoto's usual attire is impossible to ignore, and Kazutora can't help but wonder what has prompted this sudden change. "Naoto, what's with the getup?" Kazutora asks, his tone cautious as he gestures to the equipment Naoto is wearing.
Naoto's expression remains stoic as he meets Kazutora's gaze, his jaw set with determination. "It's... work-related," he replies cryptically, his voice tight with tension.
Kazutora's frown deepens at Naoto's evasive response, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He knows Naoto's line of work often involves danger, but something about the situation feels off. "Is everything okay?" Chifuyu interjects, his voice tinged with concern as he observes the exchange between Kazutora and Naoto.
Naoto hesitates for a moment before offering a terse nod. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replies, though the tension in his voice betrays his words.
Kazutora exchanges a glance with Chifuyu, a silent exchange of concern passing between them. Whatever Naoto is involved in, it's clear that it weighs heavily on his mind, and Kazutora can't shake the feeling that there's more to the situation than meets the eye. As the tension lingers in the air, Kazutora's gaze shifts to Naoto's gun, his mind racing with questions. He knows better than to pry too deeply into Naoto's affairs, but the sight of the firearm only adds to his unease. "Be careful out there, Naoto," Kazutora says, his voice laced with genuine concern. "Whatever it is you're dealing with, just... watch your back."
Naoto offers a tight-lipped smile in response, a silent acknowledgment of Kazutora's words. "Thanks, Kazu," he says, his tone softened with a hint of gratitude.
With a nod, Naoto turns to leave, the weight of his mission evident in the set of his shoulders as he disappears into the distance in a car waiting for him. Kazutora watches him go, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a heavy shroud. Chifuyu breaks the silence that follows, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What do you think Naoto's up to?" he asks, his eyes fixed on the spot where Naoto had vanished.
Kazutora shakes his head, his expression grim. "I don't know, Chifuyu," he admits, his voice tinged with worry. "But whatever it is, it can't be good."
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As Naoto spearheaded the raid on the suspected drug lab, a simmering rage burned within him, fueled by the memory of Maya's untimely demise. The air crackled with tension as he led his team forward, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. The stench of chemicals assaulted his senses as they breached the door, flooding the dimly lit interior with blinding light. Naoto's grip tightened around his weapon, his knuckles turning white with fury as he surveyed the scene before him. "Freeze! Hands where I can see them!" Naoto's voice boomed, his tone laced with barely restrained anger. 
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of Maya's absence. As chaos erupted around him, Naoto couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about Maya's death. It gnawed at him, a festering wound that refused to heal. He had failed to protect her, and now he was determined to uncover the truth behind her tragic end. With each step deeper into the drug lab, Naoto's resolve hardened, his anger fueling his determination to seek justice for Maya. He would tear through the lies and deception, no matter the cost, until he unearthed the answers he so desperately sought. But as the raid unfolded, Naoto knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. 
Amidst the chaos of the raid, Naoto and his team moved swiftly, their training and experience guiding their every move. The lab was a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, each one potentially hiding danger or evidence of criminal activity. As they advanced, Naoto's senses were on high alert, every sound and movement scrutinized for any hint of resistance. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and anger coursing through his veins. Suddenly, shouts erupted from one of the adjacent rooms, followed by the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Without hesitation, Naoto and his team rushed toward the commotion, their weapons drawn and ready.
They burst into the room to find a fierce exchange of gunfire between his team and a group of armed thugs, likely members of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Bullets whizzed past them, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the acrid scent of smoke. Naoto's training kicked in as he took cover behind a nearby stack of crates, returning fire with precise aim. His heart pounded in his ears as he focused on neutralizing the threat, his mind clear and focused despite the chaos around him. The firefight raged on, each moment fraught with danger as Naoto and his team battled against the criminals. 
As the last of the gunmen fell, Naoto's chest heaved with exertion, his body buzzing with adrenaline. The room fell silent save for the faint echoes of their victory, a testament to their skill and resolve in the face of danger. But even as they secured the area and began to gather evidence, Naoto couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that lingered within him. Something was wrong. As Naoto scanned the room for any signs of additional threats, his gaze fell upon a group of figures darting towards the exit. Recognition flickered in his mind as he caught sight of Kurokawa Izana, Kisaki Tetta, and Sano Manjiro among them, their faces illuminated by the dim light filtering through the smoke-filled room.
Without a second thought, Naoto's instincts kicked in, his body moving on autopilot as he raised his weapon and gave chase. Naoto remembers Sano Manjiro briefly from his childhood. The man was odd. He always thought Sano Manjiro was a very odd person when he was younger. How could someone so childish lead a gang? Of course, his perception had been wrong as now Sano Manjiro led the largest and most powerful gang in all of Japan. 
Despite Naoto's efforts, the trio managed to slip away into the night, disappearing into the shadows before he could catch up to them. Frustration boiled within him as he reached the exit, the sound of their footsteps echoing faintly in the distance. He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on his weapon as he surveyed the scene before him. The drug lab lay in ruins, evidence of the gang's illicit activities scattered haphazardly amidst the debris. But amidst the chaos, one thought gnawed at Naoto's mind: Maya's death.
Anger flared within him as he realized that the answers he sought were slipping through his fingers once again. He couldn't shake the feeling that her death wasn't an accident or a suicide. It didn't make sense for it to be either, especially since her student loans were paid off. 
Naoto's mind raced with possibilities as he made his way through the debris-strewn lab, his senses on high alert. Every clue, every shred of evidence, seemed to point to foul play. Maya's death couldn't simply be brushed aside as a tragic accident or a desperate act. There had to be more to the story. As he sifted through the wreckage, his thoughts turned to Maya's last moments. What had driven her to that fateful decision? What secrets had she been keeping, hidden beneath the surface? Naoto wouldn't rest until he had answers— until he uncovered the truth behind her untimely demise.
He felt so angry. There was just no way. Nothing added up. Her student loans paid off, a new apartment was booked, and the rent for her previous place was paid in full. None of it added up and all his suspicions pointed towards Tokyo Manji Gang. 
The day of her resignation at Sunshine Grove Hospital was the same day Kurokawa Izana was supposedly released from there for cocaine addiction and the same day the hospital director disappeared. It could be a major coincidence but his gut said otherwise. There was just no way and Naoto intended to prove it.
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"You know, I understand he's Hinata's younger brother but you're not marrying him, you're marrying her. Can't we just get rid of him?" Sanzu mutters in annoyance to Kisaki "Fucking Tachibana organized 8 raids at the same damn time and now we've lost practically all our labs"
Multiple drug labs were raided. 8 in total. Thankfully there was nothing in labs that led back to Tokyo Manji Gang or any of the members but the police weren't fucking idiots to know it would be anyone other than them running this many. It wasn't uncommon for their labs to be raided. But it was usually only 1 or 2 a month, not 8 in one fucking night. "don't overexaggerate Sanzu" Kisaki says lighting himself a cigarette as he drive "We have 15 more"
"15 more, 15 less. Our labs were fucking raided by your stupid future brother-in-law" Sanzu sneers "Did you even confess to Tachibana yet or are you just—"
"First off, fuck off. Don't forget who's the one—"
"Shut the fuck up" Mikey hisses and instantly the entire car is enveloped in silence
Everyone is pissed off. 8 Drug labs raided. All the ones they had in Tokyo were now practically useless. The car is silent minus the sound of Mikey taping his black-painted fingernail against the car window. After minutes of uncomfortable and scary silence, he says "I thought we paid off the commissioner. What the fuck is this shit?" He's really fucking pissed off and it wasn't a good thing when Mikey was pissed 
"Yes we did but—" Kokonoi who's sitting next to him starts but Mikey just glares even harder and they all know that any excuse he gives won't be enough
"But what Hajime?" Izana asks Kokonoi
Izana doesn't look angry. No, not the same way as Mikey. In fact, Izana is smiling and half of them resist the urge to shit their pants. "But he wanted more money," Kokonoi says slowly and very hesitantly "I threatened him that if he asked for more we'd expose his corruption but I guess he got too cocky"
Izana and Mikey laugh. It's scary. Had it been years ago, Sanzu probably would have started laughing too but they were no longer 5 and that laughter from Mikey wasn't of a child but an evil spirit. "Get rid of him" Mikey says lowly and no one dares to disagree
The car is enveloped in silence once again till Izana says "Kisaki, drop Mikey, Kakucho and me at the airport and Sanzu book us a flight to Okinawa" Izana says
Kisaki raises a brow and starts heading for the airport. "Haven't you guys been spending too much time there?"
"Just do as you're told Kisaki" Sanzu mutters as he books the flight "Don't question them on this one"
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Maya is lying in bed again. It's nothing new. It's been the same since she got here. It had been about a week and 3 days if she was correct. It's Thursday. A week and 3 days since she was abducted from her workplace then tortured by Izana and now 3 days since she slept with Mikey. Maya's body felt heavy, weighed down by the lingering effects of the drugs that had been pumped into her system. Every movement was a struggle, every breath a laborious effort. Withdrawal symptoms ravaged her, leaving her trembling and nauseous, her mind clouded by a thick fog of confusion and despair. This was the second time she hadn't been drugged and now she understands why. This was a new form of torture. Somehow, unknowingly, she got addicted to whatever bullshit concoction Izana was giving her and now she was suffering the aftereffects. 
She's going through withdrawal.   
Maya's body felt like a leaden weight, each limb heavy and unresponsive as if shackled by invisible chains. The withdrawal symptoms clawed at her from within, relentless in their assault on her senses. Waves of nausea churned in the pit of her stomach, threatening to engulf her in a sea of sickness. Every movement sent jolts of agony coursing through her veins as if her very bones were rebelling against her. 
It was sickening and embarrassing. She's a psychiatrist and she's going through withdrawals. She's here fucking dying over the need for more drugs when she treats people for the same thing—
When she treated Izana for the same thing. 
A thick fog enveloped her mind, clouding her thoughts and blurring the boundaries between reality and nightmare. Memories of her ordeal with Izana danced on the edges of her consciousness, taunting her with their twisted echoes. The pain, the fear, the degradation—each memory a fresh wound reopening in her psyche. The drugs had wormed their way into her system, poisoning her from within and leaving her helpless in their grip.
Summoning every ounce of strength she could muster, Maya forced herself to sit up, her muscles protesting with every movement. The room spun around her, blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope of shapes and shadows. She gritted her teeth against the waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, focusing instead on the single-minded determination burning within her.
Slowly, painstakingly, Maya swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet finding uncertain purchase on the cold floor below. Every step was a battle, a testament to her resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity. She stumbled forward, her vision swimming as she made her way towards the bathroom. The journey felt endless, each step an eternity of agony and despair. Nausea overwhelms her and her mouth fills with saliva. She reaches the toilet only seconds before she throws up. It's gross. The scent of it makes her gag and she throws up again just from the smell. It's disgusting. She's shaking by the time it's over and barely able to stand. "ew" she mutters as she flushes the toilet 
She walks over to the sink and with trembling hands, she reaches for the faucet, splashing cool water onto her face in a desperate bid to quell the inferno raging within her. As the water cascaded over her skin, Maya felt a brief respite from the relentless onslaught of withdrawal. The coolness seeped into her bones, soothing her frayed nerves and offering a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos. But she knew it was only temporary, a brief reprieve before the storm descended once more. She brushes her teeth to get rid of the gross scent and taste of vomit in her mouth. Maya searches around the cabinets for painkillers or really anything that will make this feeling go away but there is nothing. All there is the damn smell of vomit in the bathroom and the bedroom. "I hate this" she mutters
It's dark out. She hasn't had anything to eat due to her nausea and now all she can smell is vomit. There is no air freshener in the bathroom but there are candles so she lights up a bunch. setting two in the bathroom and the rest in the master bedroom. This is probably a fire hazard but burning to death sounded way more appealing than continuing to go through withdrawals. She lays back down and stares at the ceiling as the room is now filled with an odd mix of cherry blossom and some kind of citrus smell. The citrus candle had deep red wax and the cherry blossom had light pink. They were quite pretty but if her head didn't hurt so bad she would have probably admired them and the smell. But right now, her head hurts and she's getting cold flushes but also sweating. She doesn't feel good. Maya doesn't feel good at all. 
She hates that she wants more drugs. 
Maya hates that she needs more. 
Despite her inner turmoil and the relentless onslaught of withdrawal symptoms, Maya found herself trembling uncontrollably, her resolve weakening in the face of overwhelming need. With each passing moment, the insidious craving for drugs grew stronger, gnawing at her from within and drowning out the rational voice of resistance. As her head throbbed with agony and cold shivers wracked her body, Maya felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender. The relentless hunger for relief threatened to consume her, driving her to the brink of desperation. Despite her best efforts to resist, the pull of addiction was relentless, drawing her inexorably closer to the abyss.
As Maya succumbed to the relentless grip of withdrawal, her body convulsed with tremors, each shudder sending waves of agony coursing through her veins. The room spun around her in a dizzying whirlwind, her senses overwhelmed by the ceaseless onslaught of nausea and disorientation. A cold sweat broke out across her fevered brow, her skin clammy to the touch as chills wracked her body. With each laboured breath, she felt as though she were suffocating, the air thick and oppressive in her lungs. Her muscles seized with cramps, contorting with spasms of agony that left her writhing in torment.
The torment of withdrawal bore down on her with merciless intensity, stripping away the last vestiges of her strength and resolve. Every fibre of her being screamed out for relief, for respite from the relentless assault on her senses. As Maya lay trembling and wracked with withdrawal symptoms, a dark presence loomed in the doorway, casting a shadow over the room. Izana stood there, his expression a twisted mix of amusement and satisfaction, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Izana's voice dripped with mock concern as he observed Maya's suffering. "Seems like my little bunny's not feeling too good. Should I take her to the vet?"
Maya's stomach churned with a mixture of fear and anger as she met Izana's gaze. It was his fault she was in this state, his insidious manipulation that had led her down this path of addiction and despair. But beneath the rage, there was also a gnawing sense of helplessness, a realization that she was at his mercy. "You did this to me," Maya whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur "You're the reason I'm like this."
Izana's smirk widened at her accusation, a cruel glimmer in his eyes. "Oh, I'm fully aware of that," he replied, his tone dripping with malice. "But isn't it fascinating to see just how far you've fallen? How easily you've succumbed to your own weaknesses?"
There is a short pause. "Do you want more?" Izana's question hung in the air like a poisonous fog, suffocating her with its implications.
Maya's heart pounded in her chest, torn between the agony of withdrawal and the terror of giving in to Izana's demands. The pain coursing through her veins was unbearable, a relentless torment that threatened to consume her entirely. For a fleeting moment, Maya entertained the thought of relief, of succumbing to the drugs that promised to numb her suffering. But even as the temptation whispered seductively in her ear, she knew deep down that yielding to Izana would only lead to further despair. With trembling hands and a voice barely above a whisper, Maya forced out her response. "No" she choked out
Izana's expression darkened, a glint of irritation flashing in his eyes before a chilling smile swiftly masked it. "Suit yourself" he murmured, his voice dripping with venom as he turned to leave
But the pain gets worse and Maya feels nauseous again. "N-No wait!" she says without thinking
Maya's voice wavered, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her suffering. Every fibre of her being screamed for relief, for escape from the relentless agony that consumed her. Izana's footsteps halted, his form casting a menacing shadow across the room as he turned back to face her. His gaze bore into her with icy intensity, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes. "What is it now?" Izana's tone was tinged with impatience, his patience wearing thin as Maya's desperation reached its peak
Maya's breath came in ragged gasps, her trembling fingers clutching at the sheets as she fought to keep her composure. "I-I..." she stammered, her words faltering as nausea threatened to overwhelm her once more.
Her mind reeled with conflicting emotions, torn between the primal instinct to escape the torment and the sickening allure of the drugs that promised temporary relief. In her moment of weakness, Maya's resolve crumbled, her voice barely a whisper as she uttered the words she knew she would come to regret.
"I... I want more."
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How she ended up underneath Izana after that was beyond her. But no, she wasn't just underneath him, their clothes were scattered on the ground and he was bullying his cock into her cunt from behind. Maya's face is pressed into the pillows, her hips in the air and back arched in a way that Izana probably really likes since he keeps smoothing his hand down her spine. "shit your fuckin tight" He groans as he bottoms out inside her
Maya whimpers helplessly into the pillow as another cold flush passes through her. Izana promised he'd give it to her after he was done. He told her he'd make it better. But fuck she needed it now. It didn't matter what he gave her, she needed it now. "Izana..." she moans pitifully into the pillows, her voice muffled "please..."
"shhh~" Izana coos, holding her hips tights "You'll get them. I'll give them to you. Just let me make you feel good first"
All the air is knocked out of her lungs when he thrusts. Maya's eyes roll back and she moans breathlessly into the pillow, unable to do anything but take it as he starts to go at a steady but quick pace. Izana's hard thrusts make her back bend more, her chest now nearly pressed against the mattress as well. "Izana.." she whimpers into the pillow, grasping desperately at it
It feels so good it almost makes her forget about the body aches and pain from the withdrawal. Izana is fucking huge and the stretch feels so good. He's pressing his hand down where her back arches as he thrusts into her hard and relentlessly as if to keep her down, to keep her from moving. Not that Maya wanted to go anywhere. She needed to feel better. She needed to stop feeling like utter shit. She needed Izana to give her relief. "f-fuck you're cute, bunny... takin' me s-so well" Izana groaned
His other hand slides underneath her, pressing his palm flat against her stomach and leans down over her, sucking hickeys along her spine and scattered on her loin. Maru's moaning and whimpering and kind of sobbing at this point which all the contrasting feelings just overwhelming her to the point of overstimulation— and she hasn't even orgasmed yet. "so fuckin good f'me, bunny" 
She's grabbed both her wrists and Izana holds them with ease in one hand behind her back. Maya whimpers helplessly, unable to do anything as he ties them together with his necktie. She's completely helpless now. It feels like her brain is melted into a mush as Izana's calloused fingers dig into her skin and his cockhead is probably pushing against her cervix. She weakly clenches her fists, unable to hang onto anything and just sobs pitifully into the pillow. It's hard to breathe but now all she can think about is Izana's huge dick, coming and getting her drugs. Unfortunately, she doesn't get to as right as she's about to, and Izana stops. "Manjiro are you just going to watch or are you going to join too?"
Maya barely registers Izana's words, too focused on her ruined orgasm and the damn pain in her body that was back. A sob leaves her again. Familiar calloused hands grab her shoulders and pull her off the mattress. Her position shifted and now she's up on her knees, back against Izana's chest and she's still buried to the hilt inside her. In front of her is Mikey, looking at her with an unknown expression on his face as he holds Maya by her shoulders. "She's going through withdrawal" Mikey says narrowing his eyes at Izana over her shoulder
Maya feels Izana shrug behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "she's been so good so far... I promised to give her a pill after she let me fuck her, but I think I'll give her one now" Izana says condescendingly then whispers sweetly into her ear "Don't you want one now, bunny"
Maya nods frantically and Mikey has a look of annoyance on his face. He's about to say something but Izana cuts him off "Yeah, yeah fuck I know... But we'll start on her little rehab tomorrow. For now, have some fun." Izana bites her shoulder and she barely feels it, unable to take her eyes away from Mikey "Let all the stress out"
So Mikey grabs a pill and pushes it between Maya's lips which she swallows greedily. The pain stops not too long after and everything feels good. Izana thrusts slow and lazily into her and Mikey's shirt is thrown off onto the ground joining the pile of clothes. Mikey's rough fingers caress the skin on her lower tummy and she melts immediately into his gentle touch. Her reaction triggers an emotion of awe in Mikey's eyes. He looks at her as if she's the most precious thing he's ever seen and it makes Maya's head swirl. As his fingers trail lower Mikey leans in to kiss her. She gasps into his mouth as his thumb rubs against her clit while Izana continues with his lazily slow thrusts. Maya can feel Izana's smile against her shoulder as she and Mikey make out. She feels good. Everything feels good as her hands stay tied tightly behind her back, constantly grazing against Izana's abs, nails digging into her palms. "how fucking sappy" Izana murmurs into her hair a little breathlessly
Mikey's thumb finds her clit again and he doesn't stop kissing her neither does Izana stop pumping into her cunt. Just with that, she's brought to the brink of coming and graciously, they let her. Her eyes roll back and Maya moans helplessly and Mikey sucks on her tongue. She falls forward into Mikey's chest and Izana digs his fingers into her waist, pressing bruises into her skin. "fuck squeezing me so tight" Izana groans "Manjiro you want the other hole?"
Mikey stops kissing Maya, staring at Izana in disbelief. "she's high"
"And?" Izana asks as he picks up the pace of his hips, drilling even harder into her making her let out a sob-like moan "It's not like she'll say no"
Maya's head is limply lying on Mikey's bare shoulder, barely registering both brothers' conversation, too focused on how good everything feels right now. Her skin is scorching hot and Mikey's feels cold. It feels good— the way Izana is hitting all the right spots inside her, how Mikey's rough calloused hands are caressing her skin and how he'd kiss her. She's too caught up in the moment to even listen to anything, to even remember where she was and why she was here. Maya flinches when something hot is poured onto her back. "a-ah!" she yelps and Izana just hushes her as he pours the wax from the candle on her back, dripping down her spine
"fuck that's cute" Izana coos and more wax is poured onto her shoulderblades
As more wax dripped onto her skin, painting intricate patterns of sensation, Maya found herself collapsing against Mikey's chest, her body seeking solace in his embrace. His fingers tangled in her hair, his gaze tender and unwavering as he looked down at her with a mixture of concern and adoration. Mikey's voice cut through the haze of sensation, his words a welcome anchor in the swirling storm of her mind. "You're doing well, Maya," he murmured, his tone laced with genuine admiration and encouragement
As Maya basked in the comforting embrace of Mikey's words and touch, she found herself momentarily lost in the intimacy of the moment. The gentle rhythm of his fingers in her hair, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, it all served to anchor her in the present. But the sudden shift in atmosphere jolted Maya back to reality. Izana's presence loomed over them, his amusement was palpable as he continued to pour wax onto her skin with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Despite the pain and discomfort, Maya's senses were heightened, each sensation registering with crystal clarity. The scent of burning wax mingled with the salty tang of sweat, the warmth of Mikey's body contrasting sharply with the cool touch of the wax. As Izana's actions grew more relentless, Maya's body tensed involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she struggled to endure the sensation. Yet, beneath the surface, a strange sense of exhilaration pulsed through her veins, mingling with the pain and igniting a primal desire she couldn't quite name. "It's too hot" Maya slurs helplessly
The searing heat of the wax seemed to seep into her very bones, scorching her skin with an intensity that bordered on unbearable. Mikey's grip tightened protectively around her, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow as he glanced between Maya and Izana. "Izana, ease up" he growled, his voice laced with a hint of warning.
But Izana merely chuckled, the sound dripping with amusement as he continued his ministrations with a perverse sense of satisfaction. "Aw, but look at how pretty her back looks, Manjiro," he taunted, his tone mocking "Aren't the little sounds she's making so cute"
Maya's senses reeled from the onslaught of sensations, her mind a maelstrom of confusion and distress. The agony of the wax mingled with a strange, almost intoxicating euphoria, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain in a twisted dance of sensation. Mikey's gaze softened with a mixture of concern and tenderness as he watched Izana's sadistic amusement unfold before him. His voice, a soothing melody amidst the chaos, cut through the air like a lifeline in the storm. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Mikey murmured gently, his words a balm to Maya's frayed nerves. "You're doing great, Maya. Just focus on me, okay? I'm right here with you."
Izana keeps going, drilling his hips into her even harder after Mikey grabs the candle from him and sets it back on the bedside table. Pressure builds up in her lower stomach again and her eyes roll back. It seemed that Izana was close too because he picked up the pace and pounded even harder into her. Maya's eyes roll back and tears run down her cheeks from the overwhelming pain and pleasure coursing through her. As tears cascaded down Maya's cheeks, her senses teetered on the brink of oblivion, caught in the tumultuous whirlwind of agony and ecstasy. The searing pain of the wax melded with an intoxicating rush of pleasure, blurring the lines between torment and euphoria in a dizzying haze. Mikey's heart clenched with anguish at the sight of Maya's suffering, his fingers gently tracing soothing patterns along her trembling form. His voice, a soft murmur against the chaos, offered her a lifeline amidst the storm of sensations. "Shh, Maya, I'm here," Mikey whispered, his words a tender reassurance amidst the cacophony of emotions. "Just hold on a little longer, okay? You're doing so well for us"
Mikey says 'us' but Maya hears 'me'
As Maya continued to mumble incoherently, her mind caught in the tangled web of agony and pleasure, a sense of disorientation washed over her. The distinction between Mikey and Izana blurred in her fractured consciousness, their names swirling together in a jumbled cacophony of sound. Izana's lips curled into a smirk as he observed Maya's struggle, finding amusement in the chaos unfolding before him. Her fragmented words were like music to his ears, a symphony of delirium that fed his sadistic fascination. "Listen to her, Manjiro," Izana chuckled, his voice tinged with wicked delight. "She can't even distinguish between us anymore. Isn't it cute?"
Maya feels herself on the brink of release but also on the brink of passing out. "Mikey..." she slurs helplessly "... can't"
Mikey only hushes her. She can't see it but he's glaring at Izana. "s-shit" Izana groans as he's rutting even harder and faster into her. Maya's eyes roll back again and she's sobbing breathlessly when Mikey's thumb finds her clit again
Izana comes first and she whimpers at the feeling, wrists pulling at the fabric that binds them together. She comes not too long after, vision going white. Maya thinks she passed out for a second because when she comes to, Izana is no longer there and Mikey has untied her wrists and is guiding her limp arms into his black dress shirt he had thrown to the floor earlier. "hey, baby" Mikey murmurs, brushing her sweat-slicked fringes away from her forehead "you back with me?"
She can't really speak. Her mouth feels dry and the high from whatever drug Mikey gave to relieve her withdrawal symptoms kept her under the influence. Mikey coaxes her to drink some water before he lifts her with ease and heads to the attached bathroom. Maya's body isn't aching just yet but she knows when she wakes up she's going to feel like absolute shit. Her back is stinging from the wax and her skin feels sweaty and gross. All she can do now is curl into Mikey's chest while he carries her bridal style. "Mikey..." she mumbles
Before Mikey could answer, there was a new voice. "I'm leaving burn cream here" Kakucho says in a monotonous manner 
Maya doesn't look at him. She just curls further into Mikey's chest, hiding her face in his shoulder. "Yeah, alright" Mikey says dismissively and enters the bathroom
He then looks down at Maya. "What were you going to say?" He asks her gently, setting her down on the cool marble counter
She barely looks up at him when she says "think 'm gonna pass out"
He runs his fingers through her hair and says "That's okay, pass out. I'll take care of you. I'm here"
With that, Maya passes out.
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It's about 11 pm, Maya is fast asleep and Mikey is holding her tight to his chest, tucked away in his arms beneath the blanket. They showered, cleaned and clothed. Izana watches from the door. His smirk widened as he observed the scene before him, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he savoured the sight of Mikey and Maya entwined in each other's embrace "What a sick little head," he mused aloud, his voice laced with a mixture of disdain and amusement "Your love always turns into obsession"
Mikey stirred slightly at the sound of Izana's voice, his grip on Maya tightening instinctively as he shifted to face his older brother. "What do you want, Izana?" he grumbled, his tone betraying a hint of irritation.
Izana's smirk widened into a wicked grin as he sauntered into the room, his gaze never leaving Maya's sleeping form. "Oh, nothing much," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just checking in on my favourite lovebirds."
Mikey shot him a glare, but Izana merely shrugged off the hostility, his attention still fixated on Maya. "Enjoy it while it lasts, little brother," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Because we both know how these things tend to end... Especially with you"
With a final smirk, Izana turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving Mikey to stew in his own thoughts. As the door clicked shut behind him, a sense of foreboding settled over the room, casting a shadow over the fragile peace that had momentarily enveloped them 
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notes: omg I am so late,, I'm so sorry for posting so late but writing the smut was so hard 😭 I hope the smut turned out fine
For some context, Maya thinks she’s been at the beach house for about a week and a half but in reality it’s been 2 and a half weeks.
title is from spider by hoshi
next update is on monday
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can i come over and stare at u like this
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— You were a wonderful experience!
— You were...everything.
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the-atlas-sister · 3 months
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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED
But make it ✨spicy✨
Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.
“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.
Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.
“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.
Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.
“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.
“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”
Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.
You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.
Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.
Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”
Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.
“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.
“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.
You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.
You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.
His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”
Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.
“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”
“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.
“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.
“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.
“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.
“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”
Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.
Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.
"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.
"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"
That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.
He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.
Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.
Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.
Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.
"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.
"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.
"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.
You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."
Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...
Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.
"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.
"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.
"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.
"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.
"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.
You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.
As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.
He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.
"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.
"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.
"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.
"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.
"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.
"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."
Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.
"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.
"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."
"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.
"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.
"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"
"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"
You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."
I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.
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doudouo · 9 months
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goddamn they are feeding us tenjiku stans with full speed..
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rindou is so mischievous i am holding back my laugh so hard
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merve-01 · 12 days
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wingo5 · 1 month
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izanaslvr-444 · 3 months
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I would give this man the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer", breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting ground tip- talking against mouth, sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the to and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster than little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the top, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever. And THEN I'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as through it doesn't belong to anymore that he literally throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue,I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what????
NEVER GIVE UP and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothing but subservient to him.
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buccini555 · 6 months
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— 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡
˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝟐
˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
˖ ࣪⊹ You ended up having an argument and after they said something rude to you, you left and during the night they found you drinking in a bar with someone else
˖ ࣪⊹ H e a d c a n o n s!
˖ ࣪⊹ 𝑭𝒕. Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, Shinichiro Sano, Hanma Shuji and Kisaki Tetta
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tw: alcohol citation, alcohol abuse, fights with insults, excessive jealousy, offensive words
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𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
"Fuck, you know what? Meeting you was the worst shit that ever happened to me!" Rindou said shouting while you were arguing, hearing that was the last straw for you, making you leave that same moment, as soon as you got home, you ignored all his calls and went out to a bar close to your house.
After a few bottles and drinks, you were there talking to a stranger completely drunk, unexpectedly, Laughing knowing that you would definitely be there, showed up at the place and saw you with the stranger.
"You are kidding me?" He said, holding you by the arm and dragging you out of the place, Rindou was sincerely worried about leaving you alone in that state that he totally ignored the jealousy and the argument you were having previously, for that reason, he took you home and took care of you all night.
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𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞
"Are you that dissatisfied with me? Then go away, I won't miss anything." In the middle of another argument, Kokonoi ended up saying that sentence to you, making you leave, however, in order not to waste the night, you went alone to a bar you used to frequent, not caring at all about the amount of drink you had. you were taking it with someone you didn't even know.
After you were already completely drunk, without warning Kokonoi appeared at the place, seeing you with someone else, that made him hate you, but he definitely wouldn't leave you alone.
"Let's go, this place isn't for you." He held you, taking you from your place and taking you home, because he was completely overcome by jealousy, Hajime couldn't even look at your face.
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𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
"You're nothing but a disgrace..." That's what you heard from Izana in the middle of the argument they were having, causing you to just leave at that moment, but, in order not to waste the night, you went drinking alone in a from the bars on the avenue, together with anyone, you drank more and more drinks without caring, soon becoming completely drunk, ignoring all of Izana's calls.
He went looking for you in each of the businesses in that place until he finally found you, seeing you with another man, he just couldn't control the anger he felt at that moment.
"I was right about you, you're just a bitch." He said in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear, after that, he took you out of the place, taking you home to take care of you, even if he wanted to leave you in the middle of the street.
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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
Shinichiro was never rude, but that day his mood was terrible, after he hurt you with rude words in the middle of an argument, you just walked away, ignoring him in every possible way.
During the night you went to a bar next to your house, having a few drinks with a stranger to drown your sorrows, without caring if you were exhausted or not, when you were completely drunk, Shinichiro finally found you, seeing you with another guy really left him very affected.
"Is that how you like me? Not missing the opportunity to be with someone else? That's shit, huh..." He said, taking you out of the place and taking you to your house.
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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢
"You're nothing but a stupid bitch." Hanma told you in the middle of that damn argument, making you feel so exhausted to the point of leaving, but, in order not to waste that night, you stayed alone in that bar, drinking with a stranger. As soon as Hanma showed up and saw you drunk with another guy, he made nothing but a real scandal, the jealousy he felt became the purest anger he could feel.
"Come on, let's go home, worthless bitch." He said, holding you by the arm and dragging you out of the place, he fought with you the whole way, but then, with a lot of patience, he forced himself to take care of you.
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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚
Kisaki wasn't one to lose control during arguments, but this time he ended up saying something so offensive to you that you made the decision to leave.
During the night, you went to a bar next to your house, ending up drinking like a stranger.
Unexpectedly, Kisaki went looking for you, as soon as he saw you with that guy, he just remained silent, soon after, he went to look for you.
"Come on, when you're sober we'll talk." Taking you away from the bar, was the only thing Kisaki said.
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tamaki-jiki · 2 years
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TR boys breaking the bed
~ Sanzu, Rindou, Izana ft. Kakucho
Gn!reader (except Fem!reader for Izana)
tw: rough sex, bed breaking, unprotected sex, squirting (Izana), pet names (princess and daddy- Izana, slut- Sanzu)
Hanma, Draken, Ran | Mikey, Chifuyu, Smiley, Ryusei
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Sanzu:
Sanzu was generally rough with you during sex anyway. But tonight, he wanted to see just how rough he could be. It was a bet between him and the Haitani brother’s of who could fuck their partner the hardest.
So now, he was drilling into you while holding your throat with both hands. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you could feel his cock abusing your walls with each animalistic push of his hips into you. Choked out moans left your mouth and the feeling of his hands around your throat made more heat pool in your abdomen.
“Such a good slut for me. Letting me use you like this. You fuckin’ love it, don’t ya?” A sinister grin plastered on his face.
You couldn’t answer but the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head and the way you clenched down on him told Sanzu everything. The degrading words he threw at you left you a bigger mess underneath him. He couldn’t help but feel his cock throb more just looking at you drooling and tears streaming down your face.
“C’mon, are you too fuckin’ dumb to answer a simple question?”
He already knew you were. It never failed that your brain turned to mush and you couldn’t think of anything other than him when he fucked you. Sanzu only asked you things just for his twisted, sadistic pleasure.
He gripped your throat harder and pushed you further into the bed. His pace was almost inhumanly possible and you swore you’ve never seen him like this. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly and knew it would leave you trembling.
Before you could cum, a loud thud and the feeling of falling interrupted it. Sanzu’s actions stopped out of shock and hurriedly caught you before you slipped off the bed. He made sure you were okay and briefly examined the broken legs of the bed. Once everything seemed okay to him, his thrusts picked back up to the same insanely fast speed as before and the devilish smile returned.
“H-Haru, the bed-the bed is broken.”
“I know, baby. But I can’t leave you unsatisfied. So how about you cum for me and then we worry about the bed, yeah?”
Needless to say, the entire bed frame was shattered and he had won the bet the next day, showing photo evidence of the broken bed.
Rindou:
He was pissed. It was evident in his rough thrusts and the tight, almost hair ripping grip he had on your hair. You lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had but if you had to guess, you would say at least three. You could feel the rage in his body from the words he was spitting at you.
“You like it when my brother flirts with you, huh? Do I not give you enough attention that you need it from him?”
The possessive side of your boyfriend was always so hot to you. It brought out a more dominant side of him and you couldn’t help but strip and position yourself ass up face down on the bed when he demanded you to.
“I asked you a fucking question. I expect you to answer me.” Rindou landed a harsh smack on your ass deepening the already red marks there.
“Y-yes!” You decided you wanted to tease him a little to see if he could be rougher. “He-Ran gives me attention.”
“Hmm…” Rindou’s eyes darkened even more and he decided he was going to put you back in your place.
You felt him stop his thrusts and were about to question him until your face was shoved into the mattress, his hand holding the back of your head, and his other hand collecting your wrists and pinning them behind your back. The new angle let him hit deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach, and you could feel yourself being pushed into the bed with each slam forward.
You were on the edge of yet another orgasm, just a few thrusts away from tipping over. The screams of pleasure leaving your mouth were barely muffled by the silk sheets he held your head into. You could barely breathe but that only added to the pleasure as you came on Rindou’s cock once again.
His thrust only got rougher and faster as you started to twitch in overstimulation. You tried to pull away from him but he only pulled you back against him harder. His cock twitched inside of you indicating that he was close to his orgasm. It wasn’t much longer until he slammed his hips against yours as his cum coated your wet walls.
Suddenly, you heard a snap and felt yourself start to fall. Your eyes widened in shock and you felt Rindou quickly pull himself out of you and pull you away from the sudden slope of the bed. You fell into a fit of giggles when you saw what had happened.
Rindou had broken the bed.
He didn’t find it as funny as you did but still laughed at it too. This wasn’t the first time the bed had been damaged due to your activities but it was the first time it ever actually broke. While he wasn’t happy he would have to buy a new bed frame, he was happy that he fucked you hard enough to shatter the wood structure.
“So, still want my brother’s attention?” He raised his eyebrows at you.
You shook your head and Rindou gave a pleased smile at that. He knew you would never leave him for his brother but if he could use Ran’s flirting as an excuse to rail you like that, he would be glad to let him.
Izana:
If there was one thing your boyfriend was, it was soft. He was always gentle with you like you were made of glass and always seemed scared to hurt you. You loved it, but sometimes you wanted rough.
And his best friend was just that.
Kakucho had never heard you be so loud before. Your moans, your begging and curses, and the wet sounds echoing from between your legs have never ran through his ears like this. He could see everything perfectly from where he was seated on the chair.
“See, Kaku? Told you she likes to be treated like a whore. Tell him, princess.”
“P-please, ‘Zana. Feels so good.”
“No, no. I said tell him.” Izana roughly turned your head towards your boyfriend who was stroking his cock to the lace of Izana’s thrusts.
“It’s s-so fuckin’ good. Wanna cum again, daddy.”
Kakucho felt his cock twitch and throb in his hand at the name but Izana felt a pang of jealousy strike him. He jerked your attention back to him and pushed your legs to your chest by the back of your thighs. He slammed his hips harder against you, repeatedly hitting the spongy spot within your walls.
“I’m the one fuckin’ you and you’re going to ask him for permission?” Your eyes widened and you squeezed his cock at the possessiveness radiating off of him.
“I’m sorry. Please, ‘Zana. Wanna cum for you again.”
He would be lying if he said he didn’t love how compliant you were. When Kakucho first came to him for help, he didn’t hesitate to say yes. An offer to have his best friend’s girlfriend a sobbing mess while he watches, of course he would take it.
“I can you feel you getting close, princess. Go ahead and cum for daddy.” He whispered in your ear just loud enough for you to hear.
Your entire body tensed up and your vision went white as you gushed all over Izana’s abdomen and thighs. You missed the smirk on his face and how Kaku came all over his hand and stomach seeing you squirt for the first time.
Izana didn’t stop his thrusts however. If anything, they seemed to only increase in power and speed. You whined out and tried to push on his abdomen but he was too far gone and far too close to his orgasm.
Even when the middle of the bed snapped in half and the mattress fell to the ground, his thrusts didn’t falter. You tried to open your mouth to say something but stopped once you felt his cum fill you up. You were a shaking, sticky mess and he was a smug proud bastard.
“Sorry the bed is broken.” Izana sighed and shrugged his shoulders before looking over at Kakucho and smirking. “But I’m not sorry for breaking your girlfriend.”
Kakucho went and bought another bed the next day and set it up. You walked in just as he was about to finish putting the comforter on and he turned to you with a dark look in his eyes and a red face.
“Strip and get on the bed. I’m not stopping until this one is just little splinters.”
It’s safe to say that it wasn’t the last bed the two of you broke.
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nauwuna · 1 year
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talk to the baby bump
Warning:English is not my first language, Fluff, pregnancy
Taiju Shiba/Kakucho Hitto/Izana Kurokawa/Keisuke Baji/Takashi Mitsuya
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You can't sleep because of your baby
They started to kick the belly and won't let you sleep
Your husband caress your belly
<<it seems that someone doesn't want to sleep>> he says look at your belly
The little hand of your child touch Taiju's hand through the belly
<<when you come here with us you can move as much as you want>> he paten your belly gently
Taiju likes to talk to the baby
You close your eyes, trying to sleep while your husband caress your belly
<<let mom sleep now little one>> he gently whisper to them
You sleep peacefully while Taiju carrying your belly with his big hands
Kakucho
Your beautiful husband loves to come back from work and talk to your baby bump
He always cuddle you while he talks with the baby
<<Dad is here for you two>>
Your baby start to kick the belly
Your husband smiled look at the belly
<<Mom and I waited impatiently for you>> he kiss your belly
Kakucho talk with the baby even when you're sleeping
Sometime he comes home late and he found you awake because your baby kick the belly
<< he is a nocturnal type, you always wake up mommy>>
Kakucho could stay awake for hours if it is necessary to put you to sleep
He loves you and your child
<<good night>> he kiss your forehead
<<and good night to you>> he kiss your belly
Izana
You woke up because you felt hungry
You look down at your belly
<<we're always hungry are we?>> you smiled and left the bed that you shared with your husband
Izana is not a deep sleeper
so in the moment you turned around
After getting something to eat
You saw him leaning against the door jamb
<<oh, ehy honey, did i woke you up?>>
<<yes, but it's okay>> he gets close to you
He gets on his knees and touch your belly
<<how are they?>>
<<very hungry>> you laugh
Izana kiss your belly
Your baby start to kicking
<<Dad is here my little boy/girl>>
You two go to bed after you eat
He caresses your tummy
<<goodnight, I love both of you>> he kiss you
Baji
He loves talking to your baby bump
This guy can be a badass but he actually a softie
He leaning down on the bed
close to your belly
He likes to hear the baby kick
<<they are kicking!>>
he is always very excited when it comes to the baby
<<he's kicking real hard, i think he got it all from his father>> you say look at your belly
<<oh i'll teach them to fight and to ride the motorcycle>> you laugh at your husband
<<are you very impatient?>>
<<I'm just very happy to have a baby with you>> he smile at you
you stroke Baji's hair
you were both very happy with your baby
when he comes back from work he always kisses your belly
<<God, I love you and our baby>>
He love to hug your baby bump
Mitsuya
you dozed off on the sofa in your husband's study
he was finishing another dress
You suddenly woke up when your baby start kicking
<<honey? Are you okay?>> Mitsuya look at you
<yeah, they started kicking again>> you hold your belly
Mitsuya stand up from his seat and come closest to you
<<ehy little one>> he kneels in front of you
He smiled when he sees the baby kicking
Mitsuya is a very busy man
but he always find some time for you and the baby
He loves to feel your belly
And he love it more when your baby kick
<<I love you both>> he kiss your belly and your forehead
<<I will make lots of dresses for you, I already have a couple in mind>>
this man could spoil your little baby with his wonderful dresses
And you don't mind it at all
Mitsuya loves to take your baby bump from behind
He would spend hours pampering you like this
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mysouleaten · 1 month
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HES MY SON! ..AND YES HIM TOO!
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PLATONIC! child! izana, kakucho x PARENTAL FIGURE! reader
summary ... kakucho was getting adopted! .. but that meant he had to leave izana--his king-- behind ... OH! never mind he's coming home with him too!!
warnings ... angst, fluff, small violence, injuries, reader is gentle and patient with her new sons, izana is untrusting at first, kakucho warms up quickly to reader ... more warnings later
an ... this is like a little snapshot of what I want to write.. maybe turn it into a small series?? if this gets enough love then maybe I will..
! this is also an au where izana found out earlier that he wasn't blood-related to shin
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izana's wide lavender eyes stared in horror at kakucho's new adoptive parent
kakucho--his devoted servant--was being taken away from him
and he couldn't do anything about it--legally at least
kakucho who stood by his new adoptive parent looked back at izana with tear-filled eyes, he didn't want to leave izana here.. he wanted to be with him by his side forever
how were they supposed to build their kingdom if.. he was away from izana?-- his king.
his adoptive guardian had gently taken his hand and started to walk away with him.... leaving izana behind, his kingdom. his-
why did they stop?
"izana? why aren't you coming with us? it's time to go home! its getting late, you two must be hungry!"
wait, huh?
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I might make a poll later and see if anyone would read this series?
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h3yl4dies · 3 months
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I feel like this is how Izana forced tenjiku to attack mikey 😭 (why is he so cute omfg)
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Izana : KILL HIM!!!!
Mikey : I want dorayaki.
Takemichi : bro izanas gonna kill you-
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Creds to the original person who made this (idek who made this 😭)
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eggtartz · 5 months
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✧ 22th October ✧
Izana Kukorawa // Dumb Girl (f! wife reader)
kinktober masterlist
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warnings : degradation, slapping, mention of blood, implied aftercare, izana is a good husband
you sat quietly beside kakucho as you watched your husband has a basically brawl with the newer members of his gang. he was giving punches with fury despite his bloody nose. you wince at times, clutching to his right hand's jacket too tightly without realizing. he wasn't in a shirt, fists wrapped with boxer's gloves and his white hair tied up at the front. "fucker! you're fucked after two punches! what kind of gang member are you if you can't handle that?!" his voice was raised as he stomped his feet on the guy's face, probably giving him fractures.
"you're a pathetic waste of space, how dare you waste my time like this" he hissed, using his feet to kick on their guts. "i took you in! trained you! and this is what's supposed to be your best?" he swung a punch. "don't fucking come at my face again, ya hear me?" he spat blood on the ring and came out.
you immediately chased after him as kakucho snapped his fingers, telling them to clean after themselves. "izana!" you called out to him. he turned around and you smiled "hmph, you have a bloody nose" you commented, swiping away the blood. "this? it's just a scratch babe, no worries" he said, squeezing your butt while doing so and walked ahead "wanna patch me up?" he asked, entering the lockers room with his clothes on the bench.
"yeah! i'll do it" you already took the medical kit and when he patted his lap, you straddled him and gently wiped away the blood. "what did you think?" he gently asked all the while his hands are squeezing on your butt tenderly, a habit he has grown used to. "i liked it" you bit your lip.
here's the thing. izana did those things for two primary reasons, one is to of course get some senses into the newer members head if they get too sloppy and two? because you're a freak for degradation. while izana was at the ring earlier, you had to cross your legs beneath your long skirt to stop your pussy from pulsating too loud, a part of your head didn't wanted to taint kakucho beside you. under your skirt, you wore nothing and just parade all around with no panties. izana was reluctant because he was worried he'll go too far so he did these every single day, every day asking if it was okay or no and maybe, maybe today he'll finally initiate it.
"i'm really wet" you frowned "won't you fuck me, izana? please? i promise, i'll stop the moment i hate it! promise!" you whined, bouncing on his lap "baby, are you sure? absolute sure? i can be pretty mean, you know?" he tilted his head but your face, angelic yet tainted was difficult for him to refuse.
"please? just this once?" you battled your pretty eyelashes as he chuckled. "alright, on your knees" he said, defeated again by his own wife.
not that he minded.
eager, you went quickly to your knees as izana bought his shorts down, his dick already half hard. you gave teasing licks on the tip as izana hissed, already tempted to shove your mouth on it. "suck it, c'mon i don't have time you know?" he raised his eyebrow as you giggled, spitting on his cock and bought him deep in your throat. your gag reflex was already long gone as you always had him in your throat so you smiled while bobbing your head againts his pubic hair. "fuck, that's it. you like this, slut? bet you do, can't live without this cock can you?" he taunted, pulling your hair back as he slapped your face.
"answer me, whore. has my cock got your brain mushy again you can't fucking speak?" he hissed as you smiled "no! it hasn't, please put it back.. need it.. it's empty in me.. please.." he grinned, opening your mouth with his fingers as he shoved inside. "damn it! good thing you're my wife, huh? i'm damned lucky to get to use this throat all night" he thrusted inside, gripping your hair in one hand while the other choked you.
"c'mon, whore. that's the best you can do? fucking work on that dick" you bobbed your head faster, using your tongue swirl around the head and your hands squeezed his balls making him groan. "oh fuck! stand up, i'm gonna your pussy mold into the shape of my cock you hear me sweetheart?" he pulled you and kissed your lips, immediately plunging his tongue inside as his fingers worked inside your wet cunt, pushing you to lean on the locker.
"look at that. your pussy is soaked!" he mocked, bringing his fingers for you to see as you moaned "please! put it in me! can't do it anymore!" izana slapped your clothed tit as you whimpered "shut the fuck up, slut. you don't get to order things here." he thrusted his cock inside you.
"i do"
his hard, veiny dick was thrusting inside and out and you were out of breath. it blew your mind at how harsh izana's word was but his movements are still gentle and sloppy. he calls you names but his tone and his eyes are endearing. he's doing this because he loves his wife. you fall apart on his dick as love filled up your heart and cock filled up your weeping pussy.
"fuck! harder, izana!" he grunted "of course you do. you whores never learn patience" he bought his hand under your right knee, spreading you wide and vulnerable as he penetrated inside vigorously "yeah, that's it. clench on my fucking cock. fuck!" izana felt sweat on his forehead as he looked at how your pussy swallowed him so easily.
"o-oh! i'm gonna cum! aahh!" you squealed as he spat on your clit, rubbing it harshly "then fucking do it. gush all over my cock!" he groaned as he felt your insides got warm, clenching on his aching dick. he spread your legs, yelling profanities with his lungs. "gonna cum, princess. where do you want it?" he broke character but you roll your hips "inside please.. use me please" you begged so sweetly it invited a laugh in izana. "whore."
he spurted inside, making sure to drop every last bit of cum, tapping the tip on your clit as um oozed out. "you good princess?" he still asked as you drooled on him while he was wiping your thighs. "shoo good" you giggled. looks like izana would do this often for his wife.
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i wonder how izana is like if he had a s/o during the time when he was the black dragon leader
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i have actually answered this previously in these Relationship HCs ! and this is also the case in my red dragonflies AU, former gang leader reader is actually Izzy's s/o when he was the black dragon leader - have linked the masterlist up top cough
but because I like to rant, here are some more thoughts about yan black dragon-era Izzy and you, which can apply to both regular reader and gang leader reader!
Izana was probably already very unstable and jealous during his time as the 8th Gen Black Dragon leader, what with the entire situation between Shinichiro constantly talking about Mikey, and learning that the Black Dragon gang would go to said boy instead of him. Combined that with him having found you as an s/o, someone that Izana would see as his, something that he could finally own and keep to himself without having to share (unlike the whole situation with Shinichiro), no doubt that it wouldn't take long for Izana to swing into yandere tendencies, becoming extremely overbearing and overprotective over you.
With you around, there is a very clear difference in Izana's mannerisms and general behavior. Almost a personality flip in fact, it's night and day how he acts in your presence and when you aren't present. After all, there's a certain way that Izana wants you to perceive him as, and then there's everything else - so this white-haired boy would be sure to carefully tailor and adjust how he acts around you to what he knows you like (to a certain degree of course). As long as you don't threaten the status quo, as long as you keep by his side and his side only, your precious Izzy is whoever you want him to be. Loving, kind, doting, he can almost seem to read your mind and predict your moods.
Knows how to make you feel better after a shitty day, knows what to say and what to do to get you falling heads over heels for him over and over. But don't let that fool you into thinking that you were beyond his manipulation, because nope, not a chance. If he even has the slightest doubt that you were drifting away from him, or worse, thinking of leaving him, expect for Izzy to start subtly tearing you down. He wouldn't sound any different from what he usually does, cooing, low, soft murmur, but the things that slip from his mouth; it pokes at your insecurities, stirs the doubts you have about yourself. Yes, you were the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on, but did you think that really extended to everyone? Surely, surely you know that only he can love you like this? You couldn't possibly survive away from his side the way you are, right?
In his mind, Izzy is only doing it because he loved you as much as he did - you were made for him, like he was made for you. He couldn't live without you, so even if he had to hurt you a little, it'll all be worth it. You'll see that it was all for you.
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Wouldn't be uncommon to see him roaring down streets, both city and mountain ones alike, on his motorbike with you clung to his back and with no specific destination in mind - just likes to spend time with you, brings you anywhere that you want to go. Besides, the delinquents in the city, be they Black Dragons or rival scum, know better than to stare at the two of you. Loves light, airy places, so be prepared to spend a lot of time just hanging out together on rooftops and mountains, somewhere where you can feel the breeze through your hair, where Izzy can get you all to himself. All your attention being on him is the best kind of date.
There's no such thing as privacy, period. He absolutely needs to know everything that happens in your life, and anything less would earn you a full tantrum and fit. Put simply, its either Izana is there, hovering next to you and keeping one violet eye on all your ongoings, and no doubt this baby boy has someone (cough Inupi cough) tagging you from a respectable distance when he isn't free. That is, on top of having unfettered access to everything on your phone; call logs, messages, photos. Nothing is secret from him, why would it be? What do you have to hide from your partner?
You don't go anywhere new without Izzy. Why do you have to? What were you hiding? Your future husband would be happy to take you anywhere you have to go: cafe, the new department store downtown, even festivals. So unless you were trying to hide something from him, why wouldn't you want him to go along? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there? What if you get jumped by a rival gang? Needless to say, keeping presents a secret from this boy isn't a walk in a park.
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Everything else that Izana doesn't think you would approve of seeing would be done out of your sight. He doesn't like having you see the darker side of your boyfriend, the one that deals with weapons and drugs, the one that beats people, both civilians and his own gang members alike for the mildest of perceived infringements against you. You were too soft, too delicate for that. What if you got scared off? What would he do if you became frightened of him?
Instead, all his rage, all his hatred, he poured into the Black Dragon gang, leading them down darker and darker paths. The entire world was scum as far as he was concerned, trash that he had to beat and flatten into perfection so you didn't have to foul your hands and feet.
Sure Izana couldn't keep Shinichiro to himself as much as he desperately wanted to, the first time he truly found family - the source of a lot of his anger and jealousy. He hated Mikey, and always will, for stealing his older brother. But you were perfection, divinity, and you filled the hole in his heart; you didn't have to see that side of him if you just stuck by his side and returned his love. You were the only thing giving stability to a very fragile Izzy, and god only knows what would happen to him if that stability ever left. Izana would give you the sun and the moon if you wanted them both, all he asked for in return was your loyalty.
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