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ㅤ— minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 2,8K.

ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: faux sympathy dom!wakasa, nicknames, praise + degradation kink, public sex, humiliation kink, power imbalance, hints of pervy!wakasa, panties stealing, exhibitionism, fingering, obsessive behavior.

ㅤpairings: yandere!imaushi wakasa x f!reader.

request. ┊ part I.

tokyo rev. masterlist !

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Warning to writers and Anons

Hello, recently I was sent a very disturbing anonymous ask containing only one thing; a link. It wasn't a link to any shady website, it was a Facebook watch link to CCTV footage of a neighborhood street. Now, I won't upload the link here because of the contents, but please, if you are triggered in any way by violent animal death, please do not search for this video. Mutuals, readers, and anyone with anonymous asks on, please be aware because that video was gruesome and heartbreaking.

To anons, please don't send disturbing content like this anonymously. I already tacked down the anon that sent me this link, I know your IP address and which internet cafe you used to send me this, I will not hesitate to contact your region's authorities and the internet cafe itself, seeing as sending these kinds of content is illegal in your country. Please reblog this to spread the word, be safe everyone.

SHARING’S CARIN’

FT. mikey + draken, sanzu + rindou, wakasa + senju, izana + kakucho

+ your girl’s mine too, yeah?

CW. threesomes. afab!fem!reader. cucking. fingering. creampie. squirting. blowjobs. degradation. slutshaming. cum eating.

AN. 18+, minors dni.

mikey & draken

“how is she?” chewing on some gum with loud smacks of his lips and a nonchalant glance over his friend’s shoulder, mikey’s dark eyes zoom in on draken’s fat cock thrusting into your tight cunt. he knew he’d like it—your pussy’s fucking divine—but there’s a churning in his stomach when he sees the way draken looks at you—the same way he looks at you.

“good—fuckin’ amazing.” draken grunts with each roll of his hips—what started as quiet and almost muted touches quickly became bold and frantic once he got a taste of your cunt that he’s been thinking of for god knows how many nights.

he’s been fucking you for hours, completely drowning in the feeling of emptying himself in you—fat tip bullying its way into your throbbing walls and his cream coated length disappearing into your squelching cunt with each desperate thrust. it’s annoying. while mikey agreed for a bit at first, that was before he started fucking his third load into you, cum seeping out each time he slips into you and stretches his pussy out.

“he’s not better than me, right?” mikey’s knees sink into the mattress and his hair fans over your face, tickling your skin while he cradles your face in his hands. don’t look at draken, look at him! “.. right?”

just as you’re about to answer, draken pushes your thighs up to your chest so he reaches impossibly deeper into you. loud, wanton moans fall from your lips with each smack of his balls against your ass. you squirm in mikey’s hold and he can’t help the glare he gives his second in command.

“don’t go getting jealous, now.” draken smirks at him before furiously rubbing at your clit and it’s disgusting how easily he gets you to squirt all over his pelvis, sprays of fluid sticking to his flexing abs with choked moans into mikey’s palms. “can’t help it when she’s squirtin’ all over you ..”

mikey clicks his tongue in irritation before getting up to slap at draken’s biceps. “move,” he palms at his wet underwear before pulling his twitching cock out with beads leaking out of the slit. “‘s my turn.” spitting his gum out, he grins when he hears draken huff in discontent and pull out—leaving your hole gaping, begging to be filled with his warm cum.

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thinking bout monster under the bed shigi

hes so creepy - crawls into bed with you when the clock strikes three and you're deep in slumber, probably having another nightmare with how distressed you look, not like that expression would change once you see him. those times are rare tho

the usual routine would be poking your arm 'till it fell off the bed and he can hold your hand.

creepy touch deprived freak who holds your hand in your sleep, rubs his face on the soft skin of yours. his hands are so much uglier compare to yours - skin the exact opposite, rough and huge and has weird dents and bumps, only its shape is human.

when you're not home he'd do his routine of cuddling your pillow, sniffing your clothes (so ew) and sometimes arranging whatever mess of makeup you left before heading out. you never notice - weirdly enough, how the mess is out of the way and your dirty clothes stinking up a notch.

he doesnt know how he came to be under your bed, but he has observed you long enough to enjoy your company.

[9:28pm]

"you're pretty." you rest your cheek on your hand, looking at katsuki with a sated smile gracing your lips. his ruby eyes snapped from his notes to your half lidded ones.

"shut up." he pauses and looks back down at his notes. "dumbass."

"you're very very very pretty 'suki." you ignore him, and continue to compliment him, warmth blooming in your chest as you notice the faint blush of pink on the tips of his ears. "so so pretty i just want to kiss you everywhere."

"yeah?" he raises an eyebrow at you and flashes a toothy grin, leaning closer over the desk where he sat across from you. "why don't you come over here then?"

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i get so unnecessarily nervous commenting on smth. i will comment, and then leave tumblr for hours

There's something about ran looking unbothered while hitting his opponents is very hot like 😮‍💨

I THINK IT'S HIS EYES....DEFINITELY HIS EYES.

Oh and one more, when he tangles his braids around his baton

idk why but that's like sexy

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: (𝟏) 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you’ve got a real big crush on sanzu but your brothers can’t find out or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — dark themes, stepcest, filming sexual acts, prostitution mention, cruel punishments, (light) blackmail, slight voyeurism, toxic relationships, naive reader.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — ran haitani, rindo haitani & sanzu haruchiyo.

Ding!

Sanzu.

Attachment: (1) video.

“The hell did Sanzu send me a video for?” Ran mumbles lazily.

“You got it too?” Rindo’s head lifts, his sleepy looking eyes meeting his older brother’s as he sits on the other leather sofa on the other side of the glass coffee table. Dozens upon dozens of neatly stacked bands of cash were placed on the coffee table, as well as old fashioned glasses with a bit of brown liquor filled halfway and a zip lock bag filled with buds of marijuana and other accessories alike.

“Seems so..” Ran replies, watching his brother bring the blunt from his lips down to exhale a large white cloud from his lungs. Rindo puts out the blunt by smushing the gently into the glass table then setting it to the side.

“Let’s play it then?” Rindo says. They both manage to click play at the same time with both volumes syncing up near perfectly.

As the camera lens comes into focus, the flash dissipates and they see you, their sweet, sweet baby sister on her knees nestled in between the knees of a pair of purple pinstripe dressed thighs. Almost immediately the two brothers had a sense of unease settling in the pit of their stomachs as they saw your pretty face look past the camera. A worried look plastered on your face as you looked at the bubblegum pink haired man behind the camera. You wore a pout on your glossed lips, the specs of glitter picking up on camera due to the flash. Your hands rested on his thighs with your false lashes sitting pretty on your lash line. They fluttered cutely as you blinked and a strap of your silk mini dress was hanging off your shoulder. Rindo and Ran’s eyes widened when they recognized the dress as something you wore just last night.

The night had been a fun one— a night out at one of Tokyo’s hottest clubs with Bonten’s executives was always exciting. Your brothers were nice enough to let you tag along after enough begging, fake crying and dry humping. They remember everyone coming back to one of Bonten’s designated “hideouts,” It wasn’t very inconspicuous, in fact it was a penthouse right in the heart of Shibuya. They often conducted business there, more often than not there would be a few quiet sleeping heads tucked away in one of the many rooms in the luxurious suite.

You tend to get a bit clingy when you have liquor in your system, so it wasn’t surprising when you were sitting comfortably in Sanzu’s lap with your face nuzzled in his neck. You seemed to have taken a liking to the eccentric man much to your brothers’ dismay. You often hear their lectures about how you can’t trust dangerous men like him and yadda, yadda, yadda. You never listened, it was quite hypocritical of them to lecture you about not trusting men like Sanzu while being in the same exact boat as he is. Truth is, you had a really big crush on Sanzu and he knew it. He liked to play around with you when your brothers weren’t around. Stealing kisses, putting his hands under your skirt, and often covering your mouth while his hard cock bullies it’s way into your tight cunt for a quickie.

Of course Ran and Rindo didn’t know that. They were blissfully ignorant and still believing their precious baby sister is sweet and… as pure as you could be. In their mind, the only cocks you were taking were theirs but that’s simply not the truth. Sanzu’s cock has been fucking its way into their precious pussy for a few months now. It’s amazing how you haven’t gotten caught yet. Letting their guard down was probably one of the worst things they could do because when Sanzu offered to tuck you in last night they didn’t think anything of it. Ran probably should have trusted in intuition, maybe they would be in the position they’re in now: seconds away from watching their little sister suck a cock that doesn’t belong to either of them. Ran and Rindo watched on as the video played.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna record..” You say softly as your eyes shift to the camera then back up to Sanzu, a soft chuckle heard behind the camera.

“I changed my mind, angel.” Sanzu says simply and your brows furrow upward at the nonchalant tone in his voice, eliciting a small whine from you— almost sounding like a puppy’s whimper. You were so.. cute.

“You’re not gonna show anyone, right..?” You ask, (colored) eyes pleading up to the man holding the camera. Rindo and Ran couldn’t see, but Sanzu has the look of pure enjoyment on his insanely handsome features. He gives you a head pat and a wide, close-eyed smile spreads across his lips.

“No, my eyes only. I swear it.” Sanzu says. A lie. “Stop frowning. It makes pretty girls like you ugly. You don’t want to be ugly, right? No one’s gonna love you if you are.” He adds on. You shake your head at him, still looking at him with puppy eyes with a pout worn on your plump lips.

“No, ‘don wanna be ugly, Sanzu..” You say.

“What the hell is this?” Rindo scowls lightly, his handsome face turning in a mix of aloofness and disgust as he speaks. Ran only shakes his head at his little brother’s words, almost in a patronizing way. He was the older brother after all.

“It seems that our baby sister is a free whore.” Ran says. “Doesn't even have enough respect for herself to charge.”

“I told you we should have whored her out ourselves..” Rindo sighs. “Now she's doing it herself for free.”

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Stand up, show me your pussy.” Sanzu says. Without a doubt or hesitation, you’re on your feet and the camera shifts upward. Your deep emerald green silk mini dress looks amazing on your body, something Ran had picked out for you just a few days before. You lift the bottom hem of your dress up, pulling it over your hips to expose your bare pussy. You hadn’t been wearing any panties that night. Rindo remembers telling you to keep your legs closed or he’d take you all the way home to put some on. From the looks of it, you were soaking.

“Ah, so cute.” Sanzu coos behind the camera. “Spread your lips so I can see that precious little clit.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told and lift your leg so that your bare foot rests on his thigh, taking your pointer and middle finger to spread your lips so that your clit is on full display. The light from the flash reflects off your slick, a tell all indication that you were incredibly aroused. Rindo feels his mouth water at the sight, he’s always been the one to eat your cunt for his own pleasure— leaving you a shaking and stuttering mess as you try to push his lilac hair away from your core.

“I’m pretty, right, Sanzu?” You look up at him with a hopeful look.

“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He confirms, though it only sounds like a write off so you could shut up. “Rub it.” Sanzu orders again and soon your fingertips are working on your clit in circular motions. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down lightly as you continue your motions— your hips bucking into the air every so often when you hit a particularly good section of nerves in your sensitive bud.

“Like this?” You smile.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, hm?” Sanzu’s hand comes into view, his slender fingers rubbing the skin of your shin and up to your inner thigh. He reaches forward and moves your hand to replace it with his own. His pointer and middle finger rubbing harshly into your clit before he lands one hard tap on your pussy.

“Ngh, not too hard. ‘S sensitive..” You whimper.

Ran and Rin hate it. They’re fucking livid but they can’t seem to tear their eyes away from their phones. They feel even more disgusted that their cocks are hardening past their expensive dress pants as they watch you spread your cunt like a little fucking slut for another man. Have they not taught you anything? They’re so disappointed in you. Obviously, you need to be taught a lesson. One harsher than the last they gave you, a bruised, near bleeding ass wasn’t enough it seems. Maybe they’d lock you in a closet this time? Give you $50 dollars and make you live homeless for the rest of the remaining week and see how well you fend for yourself.

“I can’t believe this ungrateful slut..” Rindo mumbles under his breath, his throat dry from his own arousal.

“She’ll be back from her shopping trip soon. She’ll be sorry.” Ran adds on, his face void from any emotion but the tent in his pants saying otherwise.

“On your knees, again.” Sanzu says and leans back into the chair he’d been sitting in. He watches you sink back down to your knees, your smaller and manicured nails paling him through his pants. “Yeah.. that’s right.” Sanzu groans. You’re in the middle of taking out his cock when he speaks again.

“Tell me who you love more. Your Sanzu or your brothers?” The question startles both you and your brothers. Rin tensing his shoulders a bit while Ran squints his eyes slightly. They don’t like how long your taking to answer the question because the answer should be fucking obvious. Them. But instead, you look past the camera up at Sanzu with that stupid fucking look on your face.

“I don’t like it when you ask those kinds of questions..” You trail off, hand wrapped loosely around his impressive size.

“Tell me or I’ll send this to—” He's quickly cut off by your cries.

“You! You Sanzu! I love you more! Please don’t tell!” You plead, tears pooling at your eyes almost immediately and you didn’t even let him get the full threat out. You already knew what he was going to threaten you with, he often “teases” you about putting you and his little “relationship” on blast knowing full well Ran and Rindo would go absolutely insane if they found out. You weren’t wrong, because as soon as they see you— you’re in so much trouble to keep it at the simplest of terms.

“Ah, so cute..” Sanzu chuckles. “Relax, I won’t tell. Now come on, put it in your mouth..” He ushers gently.

Ran and Rindo watch on in pure and utter disgust as you lean over to place a glob of spit on the tip of his cock. You dainty hand strokes his shaft in long and leisurely strokes, twisting your hand as you do. You hummed in enjoyment as your tongue gave the underside of his cock one solid lick before swirling your wet muscle over the tip, your eyes looking up at the camera as you do.

Your smile as you looked up at him was so.. Naughty? Mischievous? Playful? Maybe a mix of all of the three. You looked like such a slut taking him into your mouth with such ease. Sanzu should be thanking Rindo and Ran for how well you’re taking his cock down your throat. They’re the ones that trained you to properly take a dick. Sanzu grunts behind the camera, his other hand coming back into frame to grab a fistful of your hair. He holds your head in place and begins to fuck up into your mouth the sounds leaving you so disgusting and obscene as his cock head punches the back of your throat. The two brothers continue to watch, both their cocks incredibly hard, aching for a release at the sight of you getting your mouth fucked.

“Tongue out, angel.” Sanzu says through a grunt. Your hand wraps around his cock once more and gives him quick and short strokes as he nears his release. Sanzu can feel his balls tightening, his thighs tensing up as he’s on the onset of his high. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out awaiting the hot load Sanzu was seconds away from hitting your tongue. The warm muscle was massaging the head of his cock, right on the underside. Sanzu came with a groan of your name, spilling his load all over your pink tongue.

“Say ahh.” Sanzu chuckles breathlessly.

“Ahh~!” You giggle, wiggling your tongue from side to side before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow the seed that sullied your tastebuds.

The video abruptly ends and as if on cue both the brothers get a text from none other than the pink haired psychopath himself.

Sanzu

‘Oops. I didn’t mean to send that.. Your sister’s a bit of a slut isn’t she~? Ah, I’m sure you perverts know that anyway. Do I have your blessing~? ♡’

© ALL CONTENT BELONGS TO PLANETSANO/REKIRI. DO NOT MODIFY, EDIT, OR REPOST.

TWELVE DAYS OF HAITANIMAS!

A collection of drabbles featuring Ran and Rindou Haitani with a fem!sub!reader to be posted daily from Dec. 14th to Dec. 25th.

MINORS, AGELESS, & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

On the first day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY ONE. BONDAGE

On the second day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TWO. HUMILIATION

On the third day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY THREE. ROLEPLAY

On the fourth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY FOUR. EXHIBITIONISM

On the fifth day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY FIVE. BATONPLAY

On the sixth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY SIX. CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT

On the seventh day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY SEVEN. LACTATION

On the eighth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY EIGHT. FACE FUCKING

On the ninth day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY NINE. FACE SITTING

On the tenth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TEN. FISTING

On the eleventh day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY ELEVEN. OMORASHI

On the twelfth day of Haitanimas, Ran and Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TWELVE. DOUBLE PENETRATION

© 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐏𝐈 - do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms.

the mess we made

Character/s: black panther hybrid!Ran & Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, dubcon, reader is sort of a brat, double penetration/double vag (yes their dicks touched), threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation, usage of 'mommy' once, breeding kink, and curse words. Minors don’t interact.

Note: this piece is for my hybrid collab "collard bones"! hope you enjoy it :)

Synopsis: Taking care of big cats is never an easy task.

✃WC: 1.4k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5

Lazy limpid violets watched in silence as you threw the useless credit card to the ground, the heel of your Louboutin pump hit the plastic multiple times as you stomped on it in anger.

How dare your father freeze it? Humiliating you by having the store clerk state out loud that it declined your purchase—you wished you could turn back time and drive up to his office instead to give him a piece of your mind. But you wouldn’t have found out until you were beaming with excitement and striding up to the cashier. Would’ve been nice to know ahead… That way, you could’ve sweet-talked the old man into doing otherwise!

“M-Miss, welcome home.”

Diverting your furious gaze to the help, you didn’t have to bark out your orders for her to leave, already frightened by your rare yet horrible temper—taking shelter in the kitchen.

Slamming the door shut to your bedroom, you failed to notice the two figures stalking behind you—waiting for you to notice them. Meanwhile, you kept groaning out of frustration, close to throwing the credit card out of the window and to the bustling roads down below. Lamenting its golden years, you sighed before setting the card down gently on the nightstand. Whatever, it’s not like your father did this for the first time. You could still convince him to unfreeze it tomorrow… or start sending him annoying texts until he does.

“I can’t believe he’d do this—who does he think he is?” Huffing at your phone’s screen displaying your father’s contact, your finger hovered above it, debating whether to call and scream at him or text him before doing the first option. “Years and years of never paying any mind to what I bought, then he pulls the rug underneath—what the hell made him do this? A new woman?!”

The fear and anxiety of your father finding a new lover to lavish with his millions were suddenly thrown out of your mind when a huge palm pushed you hard to have you fall on the mattress. Gasping at the surprising action, you glanced up to glare at whoever it was only to press your lips into a thin line at the two pairs of lavender irises narrowed down at you. Impatience radiated from their lithe forms as their sharp claws dug slightly into your flesh.

Right, how could you forget about these two?

Reaching out a hand, you nuzzled Ran’s perked ear with a small apologetic smile. “Hey, I didn’t know you two got back from your playdate… H-how was it?” An answer was what you sought after yet all you received was those very claws ripping your top apart, exposing the baby blue lace bra underneath that caused you to gasp in horror. All those days of having them put under training by professionals and they do this?! “What the fuck—that costs a lot—hey!”

“Making us wait, what a bad owner you are,” Rindou growled, assisting his older brother in haphazardly getting you out of your attire albeit your commands for them to stop. “What’s more important than us, huh?”

“Even ignoring us when you came in.” Clicking his tongue, Ran hooked his finger on your denim skirt, tugging it down. “What a bad, bad owner.”

Mentally mourning the torn top and denim skirt that was about to be the next victim, you couldn’t help but sigh at their words ringing with truth. You did ask for a puppyboy or maybe a catgirl would’ve been better than to have these two menaces. But, you were still to blame for biting more than you can chew. Begging your father to buy you a rare hybrid to boast to your friends in high school, you didn’t expect a huge cage to arrive the next day that contained black panther hybrids in it. What’s more, you merely asked for one. Instead, you got two naughty big cats ruining your room and chewing on things the first day they came.

Returning the younger one was what you had in mind. Rindou was seen as a runt the first time. Ran, on the other hand, was pretty tall and wasn’t much of a hassle to take care of, unlike his fussy brother. But, the previous caretakers made a specific note not to separate the two. Figuring the damage on your shoes was done, you decided to keep the brothers until they grew up into the magnificent hybrids they are today.

Exuding strength and agility, Rindou’s development was fascinating to watch as he grew. Ran was the same, yet instead of developing more muscle from all the running, his growth was more centered on his height. The two brothers then used it to their advantage to get their way—which occurs most of the time by pinning you down and overpowering you until submission.

Heats were the worst, leaving you squeezed dry on the mattress, hole oozing with fertile cum. Marks all over your skin that they lick in quiet apology once it was over.

Looking back, you could say they have improved from the rowdy duo they once were. Still, both brothers were always up to no good when boredom strikes and you ignore them—a dangerous thing to happen a few days before their heat comes again. Unfortunately for you, it is about to happen again.

“What a disgusting owner you are, drooling like a bitch in heat.” Rindou chuckled breathlessly into your ear, groaning at your warm walls clenching around his thick cock that was leaking with pre-cum earlier while tearing the last bit of clothing off of you. The leather collar around the younger brother’s neck was brushing against your nape whenever you sank back onto his girth, stifling your whimpers. “Such a dirty slut, don’t you agree brother?”

Your fingernails dug into Ran’s arms while the older brother teased your clit, drunk on the image of Rindou’s cock splitting your folds apart. Canines glinting when he smiles down at you in faux sympathy, finding enjoyment at your begging.

“I agree, fuck, but a good slut. Taking us real good.” Ran laughed lightly, pressing his palm on your stomach that had you widening your eyes at the pressure. The feeling of Rindou splitting your gummy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over with every thrust already had you reeling. A bulge on your lower abdomen visible to the naked eye. “Gonna carry our cubs, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want to take us both? Have us cumming into that tight pussy—you like that, don’t you?”

“P-please! Ah—fuck—no more! It’ll be too much!” You sobbed, another orgasm about to wreck through your body whenever Rindou’s mushroom tip hit your cervix. A sadistic gleam in Ran’s violet hues knew you were fucked, his lips drowning your cacophonous moans while lining up his red tip against your entrance where Rindou was still buried inside deeply. “Shit, I c-can’t—”

“Oh, yes you can. You can take us both, I know you can.” Seeing you shake your head, he huffed. “Don’t be such a fucking brat,” Ran muttered, slowly sinking his tip in. The walls of your pussy stretch wider to accommodate both of them, resulting in you screaming into the air before Rindou muffled your mouth with his fingers. It was painful but damn good. Both rigid and fat cocks bullying their way into your spasming cunt that you were sure to pass out in the blinding bliss they had you experience. The agonizing and stinging pain of being stretched proved to be a distraction to Rindou’s sharp canines claiming your neck, close to drawing blood while Ran continued to fuck into your searing heat.

Rindou was the first to cum, filling your cunt with his hot seed. His older brother then followed after thrusting more into you, careful not to spill out more of Rindou’s semen before cumming straight into your womb. Tongue out and drool at the corner of your lips, you felt your soul about to leave your body as your whole form twitched and shivered in the wake of your climax.

“Such a good owner.” Rindou purred, running his fingers gently through your slightly sweaty hair. “You’ll give us cubs, won’t you? Be such a good mate—a good mommy.”

And as you lay there in their arms, unaware of the knocking on your bedroom door and the help peering in to inform you about the arrival of the brothers’ trainer, Ran and Rindou merely glared at her to go away. Promising bloodshed behind those vivid purple hues, sharp claws that would certainly strike to kill when provoked. You were then unsure whether you were truly behind the reigns in this relationship or you were made to be the chew toy all along.

🎐taglist: @ranilingus @wakaslut @druighoney @thesimpsclub @iz-ana @4leafcloverwithawhitecraneforyou @tobidabio @wakasa-wifey @nameless-shrimp @stffychn @s-ugei @blueparadis

beyond | eren yeager

summary: eren is everything. your love, your life, everything you know. no one else matters, not even your poor co-worker.

pairing: toxic!eren yeager x fem!reader

genre: dark content, smut

word count: 1.3k

warnings: dark content, manipulation, toxic eren to the max, jealousy, possessiveness, talk about murder & death, impact play/slapping, choking, vaginal penetration, knife play, blood play, ….i’m so sorry connie, god complex!eren, degradation, branding, pup as a nickname, obsession

authors note:,,,,i haven’t posted in months and i come back with like my darkest piece,,,,oops? i headcanon eren as a total lovesick fool but this is him in a parallel universe ig pls don’t cancel me lmao, happy aot season 4 part 2?:’)

you knew something was wrong.

my god, he was covered in crimson blood, dirt and sweat. but that wasn’t the thing that caught your attention. the usually oh-so-composed eren, who barely let any emotions slip into his beautiful expression, looked insane.

gaze wild and borderline unhinged, a sick grin across his face as he contently hummed while washing his hands, seemingly not noticing your presence.

you knew that he knew you were there. this was a bad sign.

he was pissed.

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ᨳ Oh brother!

stepbro!rindou x stepsis!reader x stepbro!ran

summary: your stepbro’s are so mean to you and your mother does nothing to stop them! Instead, she decides to leave you all alone, so that you could all “bond” in peace!

content + warnings: fem!reader, dubcon, pseudo-incest, non consensual recording, panty stealing, fingering, male masturbation, vaginal penetration, threesomes, creampie, anal, overstimulation, blackmailing, dark content.

tagging: @ambrodias

wc: 1.6k

You hated them! You absolutely hated them so much. Ever since your mother had married their father your life has been absolute hell! By them, you mean your new stepbrothers, Ran and Rindou! They were the absolute worse, constantly teasing you and stealing your stuff. You weren’t stupid, you noticed your underwear and even a few of bras have been going missing - and you knew those perverted freaks probably took them! You weren’t blind either, you were fully aware of the lecherous looks Rindou would give you when he thought you weren’t looking. 

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Someone plz tell me why armin is so hot ughhh

Perhaps sleeping with Rindou was a mistake.

As you watch Sanzu storm off—dark eyed and fuming, you think that having Rindou take you on the table of his office wasn’t the best of ideas.

Rushing to put on your clothes, the cold air hits your skin as the pink haired man left the door wide open. But then a hand goes to grasp at your wrist.

“Rindou…” You murmur, and he’s grinning, ecstatic at the fact that Sanzu saw. The man next to you isn’t naked at all, nothing but the fly of his pants unzipped, but every other clothing of his was on. It was only you that was bare, skirt down to your knees and shirt hiked up.

“Leave him. That’s what happens when you get too nosey.” His voice is honey smooth, as per usual. With a rough undertone and a hint of amusement that he couldn’t quite conceal.

“But…”

When lips capture your own, a hand going down to once again tug off your skirt, you didn’t have it in yourself to push Rindou away.

“I don’t know why you’re putting your clothes back on.” He murmurs, it’s devilish. “Who said I was done?”

Rindou would prove then, 4 pm in the evening, on the walls of his office at the Bonten headquarters, that he was in fact—not done.

Not at all.

"I wasn't jealous before," Ran muses, a charming smile on his face, even if it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "But I’m starting to get jealous now. What do you think, Mikey?”

It’s awkward. The tension in the room was thick, so much so that you found it hard to breathe. Everyone was here, gathered in the main meeting room of Bonten, seated at the largest, oval table imaginable. The only exception was Sanzu, who ran out earlier in a fit of rage, still missing. They had already heard all about how Sanzu barged in on you and Rindou, right in the middle of fucking. And it seems to be the hot topic of today.

“Rindou’s no threat to me.” Mikey’s voice rang like a declaration, earning everyone’s attention. He’s seated with the same emotionless expression painted on his face, with you sitting nervously on his lap. His head is buried in your neck, akin to a cat rubbing up on its owner for attention—you indulge, as you always do.

Ran legs out a laugh at his boss's answer, before shooting a look at his brother. “You hear that Rindou?”

The brother in question doesn’t acknowledge any of the things happening around him, much less the question. He’s got his eyes staring out the window and his lips in a thin line.

“Ah, he’s angry right now.” Ran points out, but Koko cuts in.

“Not as angry as Sanzu, though.” Koko’s voice was laced with much mirth, his eyes gleaming. “He's most likely on a rampage right on. Do you like anger fucking?” Koko asks you, before adding on. “I bet you could get some good stuff if you ask him right now.”

Blushing at Koko’s comment, you look down. “We don't even know where he is.” And it was true, Sanzu was missing. The meeting was supposed to have started 10 minutes ago, but the man was nowhere in sight.

“Don’t worry, he’s coming.” Kakucho, who had been quiet until now, pipes up.

“How would you know?” You asks.

“He’d never miss a meeting, especially if Mikey calls it.” His eyes flicker to the man in your arms for a second. “Give him 5 more minutes, he’ll come.”

Once again, silence falls. Nothing but the ticking of a clock could be heard as everyone sat still and waited. Mikey was almost asleep, his half lidded eyes and face buried so deeply into your neck said it all.

“Kiss me.” He asks, and he’s peeking up at you from those long lashes, pleading.

A peck on Mikey’s forehead, cheeks, and lips did the trick. He’s so spoiled—that part of him hasn’t changed. It’s one of your favorite parts.

Then, a bang. The door opens loudly and swiftly, drawing everyone’s attention, with the exclusion of Mikey’s. He was halfway to dreamland already, face buried deeply into your chest. Can he even breathe?

Sanzu stood there, blood stains staining his suit. It’s new, must’ve been considering that it wasn’t there the last you had seen him. His eyes were out of focus and blurry, a little deranged and wild. “Sorry for being late, traffic.”

With his grin, so wide and feral, you didn’t have to guess what he’s been up to. It wasn’t much traffic stopping him rather then men and drugs. But no one points it out.

“Make it a point to be on time, Sanzu.” Takiomi says bluntly, but he acts like his brother never said anything at all.

As he sits in his right seat, Sanzu's eyes remain on you the whole time. Concrete, solid—a certain emotion so strong yet you couldn’t bring a name to it. It felt almost uncomfortable to be stared at so intensely, so you advert your own gaze to anything else.

Feeling a tugging at your shirt, your eyes wander down to find a sleepy Mikey trying to pull down your bra. You know exactly what it is that he was trying to do, but before you could stop him, Mikey had already effectively pulled down the lace of fabric that cuffed your breast, his mouth attaching itself to one of your nipples.

Muffling a moan with your hands, your face turns red at the display. You were still relatively new to the idea of being shared between everyone. And by the envious looks sent Mikey’s way, some jealous, some just plain out angry, the other seemed to have a hard time learning what it meant to share too.

The men of Bonten were hard to please, and when they happened to get their hearts captured by the same person that everyone else wanted, they agreed to simply share. However, that concept was harder to grasp then any of them could ever have imagined.

As they watched Mikey suck on your breast, akin to a baby, they all simultaneously had the same thought.

“It’s my turn next.”

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the rush of serotonin i get when rewatching season one of haikyuu is unmatched 

Taylor Swift in 2021

Dumb

Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader Warning: 18+, yandere vibes, sexual content - Noncon/dubious consent

Minors do not interact pls

Running from Ran Haitani was the dumbest thing you could have ever done.

But it was the only sane thing you could think of.

Because Ran Haitani wasn’t the man you thought him to be.

Upon meeting Ran, you had thought him to be a typical businessman in the middle of Japan. Yet when you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself fall for him instantly. All the stars were aligned after all. Right after landing the job of your dreams, you run into the most beautiful man you'd ever seen on the streets of Japan.

This was your fairytale. Your dream come true. Your prince charming that seemed to appear out of thin air.

So when he flippantly asks for your number with those dreamy eyes, you give it to him. No fight. No resistance. Simple obedience. He likes that about you. That's what he tells you when he’s running his fingers over your knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to them.

So you try not to ask too many questions.

When he takes off his winter coat and scarf on your dinner date, your wide eyes stare. “Oh - I didn’t know you had a tattoo…” That’s all you say, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t judge people based on ignorant ideologies you may have about things you know little about. After an unexpectedly rainy day together, you discover more tattoos curling down the side of his body when he removes his clothes for you to dry. You trace over them hesitantly and are happy when you see a smile curling on his lips.

Dumb.

Your relationship with Ran progresses quickly.

In one month, three weeks exactly, he asks you to be his girlfriend.

As unromantic as the setting was - in the small studio apartment you called home - you felt like Cinderella. “Y...you’re serious? I don’t like jokes, Ran.”

It’s only when Ran places a chaste kiss on your lips that you begin to cry, rubbing your teary eyes on his shirt. And if felt right to be in his warm embrace

When you first step into his penthouse that night, you feel shame. He’d seen your tiny living situation. Had eaten ramen noodles with you on your small sofa. Had been willing to help you hang up your laundry on the line outside your window.

But he is a businessman.

He hands you over a pair of keys, kissing your temple. “It’s yours.”

He introduces you to his younger brother Rindou in month two.

It is at a restaurant, and he looks you up and down before snorting, a slight grin on his face. That same tattoo on his neck. “Someone’s living beyond their means.”

His words sting your heart. You feel unworthy. Yet when you look up, you saw Rindou’s stare on Ran and felt the tightness of his hands on your own under the table. And that’s when you know those words aren't meant for you.

In month three, Ran asks you to move in with him.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, pressing his lips against your forehead before moving to take down the small photos on the wall.

“Wait Ran - you’re serious?” you ask, eyes wide and heart pounding. “You want me to move in?”

“I miss you even when you’re with me. I want to come home to you. Everyday. ” Despite the uncertainty in your head, your stomach fills with butterflies. The next day, he is moving your things into his penthouse.

In month four, he didn’t want you working.

“Can’t you understand that it makes me uncomfortable knowing that my woman is working when I can provide for her?” he nags to you in one of your small fights. “Why work when I do what I do for you?”

You stood, trying to calm him. “B-But Ran, you know I love my job - “

He grabs your arms, smoothing down the lengths of them to hold your hands. “I know you do, love, but don’t you think it’s time that we take us more seriously.” He rubs your ring finger, boring his gaze into your own.

And your eyes widen. A hint. A ring. Commitment.

Reluctantly, you agree for your work to be part-time and remote.

No matter how much time passes between the two of you, there is a boundary that you held onto despite Ran’s insistence.

“R-Ran,” you can't help but moan, pushing gently against his shoulders as he presses small kisses against your neck. You can feel his hands roaming down your sides, sliding under your sweater. “I don’t t-think - “ A hand strays to your jeans. Your breath hitches as he unbuttons them, sliding a hand over the front of your panties. Brushing against the thin, drenched fabric.

You gasp, pushing him off you abruptly and scrambling to the end of the sofa.

You take some time to catch your breath. You watch as he runs a hand through his hair, frustration dead in his eyes as he gets up without a word. Slamming the bedroom door. You find yourself gripping the front of your shirt, trying to calm your arousal.

Your sex life. Or lack thereof.

You are a virgin. And you were waiting for marriage. Little to do with religion, and more to do with your lack of trust in men. After an absent father, a not so pleasant uncle, and a brutal brother, you are afraid.

Afraid of choosing the wrong guy.

But you are sure that Ran was the one.

Until he comes home in blood one night.

Your world spins on its axis as you scurry to him, grabbing onto his soaked suit, blood staining your palms. “Oh my God, Ran - w-what happened?! Who did this to you?!”

Ran only sighs, pulling off black gloves. “Thought you were asleep, doll. Didn’t want you seeing this.”

“I n-need to call the police - “ Before you can finish your sentence, he brings his soft lips to your own. You push him away, worry clouding your chest as you usher him to the bathroom. He watches you with that lazy smile as you begin to undress him, his fingers rubbing small circles onto your waist.

That night, you bathe him, desperately trying to find the wounds. Yet you found nothing but faint scars hidden by tattoos.

It isn’t his blood you realize.

Ran chuckles as he drags you into the red, murky water, with little fight from you. Your white nightgown changes to a faint pink as he holds you in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky. You take such good care of me. ‘Love you so much.”

You don't sleep the next three nights. You spend your weekend scrubbing the entryway to the penthouse. No matter how much you scrub, you can still see blood on the floor and on your palms.

You still love Ran. So you don't ask any questions. That’s what he likes about you after all.

Quickly, you find yourself entangled in Ran’s lifestyle.

Gun rounds replace the remote on the coffee table. You try to get over your initial shock by organizing it, shakily putting it in a box on one side of the table. Your pill cabinet becomes full of blank bottles - from time to time, you’d see Sanzu, his co-worker, casually going through your pill cabinet in your bathroom. When he starts snorting coke on the kitchen counter, you don't have the nerve to say anything.

Kokonoi is a different story - you can talk to him. He just chose when to listen. You mistake his demeanor for childish mirth at the beginning. He’d been easy to talk to - almost like talking to a distant relative. Until he begins taking you around the city with him. First, it was to dinners, then movies. Shopping dates. All of these nice things were used against you when he suddenly takes you to the Red light district and you see how he gets his money. The first time you see a young girl, no older than 16, scantily dressed, giving Kokonoi her share, you can't sleep without seeing her thin face in your dreams. You avoid Koko now.

But the scariest addition to your life is Rindou.

His lingering gaze becomes a usual thing. He says things that make you uncomfortable -

“Ran actually lets you go out looking like that? Wow.” “You’re so dumb.” “You’d let me smash right? If the tables were turned?”

Rindou started wanting hugs from you when he would visit. Then kisses. The first time he kisses you on the lips, it catches you off guard. It makes you feel sick. But then, he does it again, this time in front of Ran. You expect rage; instead, Ran rolls his eyes and goes on about his business. The third time, Rindou pushed his tongue in your mouth. You cry the whole week behind it.

Dumb.

It didn't take a degree or complete common sense to know that Ran's "job" consisted of being enthralled in the shadows of Japan. Yet, you couldn't convince yourself to believe it. Or maybe, you just wanted to avoid it. So you tried to ignore it, but each instance made the hole in your heart grow bigger.

The day you question Ran is the day all hell breaks loose.

You try to voice your concerns to him over dinner. “Ran, c-can we talk for a minute?”

“Here we go,” he mutters, lifting his violet eyes to meet your own. That mirthful smile on his lips. As if whatever you two had going on was normal. As if it were just another Friday. He pulled away from the table, giving his lap a pat.

You try to act normal as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulder. It’s only when you look down at him and his beautiful gaze do you break.

And you’re crying. Because this isn’t the future that you wanted for the two of you. Because those dreams of living happily with good morals are gone. You wanted your love to transcend beyond time, yet you have found yourself at a crossroads with Ran. Him or your morals? Ran, or the family you always dreamed of having? Ran...or you?

He’s wiping your tears away with his fingers, his touch gentle. “Doll, why are you crying? Did something happen?”

“Ran...I don’t like how we are right now…I feel like you’re keeping secrets from me.”

“What secrets?”

“Well, you never really told me what you do for a living...” When his light eyes flicker to you, you spill everything. “I’m just worried is all. I don’t like g-guns around the house. And, I don’t really like it when...when S-Sanzu does his business on the counter. And, I-I didn’t mention this at first, but Rindou- “

He cuts you off. “Didn’t know the world revolved around you, y/n. I put up with a lot of things, but I’m not complaining to you about them. Because I love you and I accept you for who you are, don’t I?”

What? “Um...yes, but I - “

“Why do you sound so unsure? Don’t I take good care of you, y/n? You know I do all of this for you, right?” He presses a kiss to your temple, dragging his lips to your ear. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

You try to move from his embrace, but he digs his fingers into your waist, making you wince at the sudden pain. “Yes Ran, but - “

“Good. Now drop it.”

You look away. You couldn’t let this go. “I’m not trying to start an argument -“

Suddenly he pushes you off of him as he gets up, beginning to pace around the room. “You’re so fucking annoying. You should be happy that I’m here with you considering all the bullshit you’re putting me through. ”

“Don’t curse at me.” His words and actions shake you. This Ran hadn’t existed when you first met. And though his words cut you, made you question your worth and choices, you couldn’t back down from this. “If this is about our lack of intimacy, Ran, I was honest with you about that in the beginning. Like I was honest about who I was and what I did. You, on the other hand, have been keeping things from me. I can’t trust you. And I won’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

A warning.

You are taken aback by the sudden fear in his eyes. Fear. Total anguish at your words.

You don't stop him when he leaves that night. Instead, you cry yourself to sleep, unaware of the fact that Ran was having a panic attack outside his brother’s home.

He comes home early the next morning. You feel him before you see him, his long arms coming to wrap around you from behind that morning. “I should’ve kept walking when I bumped into you. Shouldn’t have asked for your number. Should’ve just left you alone.”

Your tears wet the pillowcase.

He presses a kiss on the back of your neck. "But don't I deserve good things, too?"

You give in to his warmth as you drift back to sleep, praying for this peace to last longer between you two.

Things between you two change drastically.

Ran doesn't go to work for the next two weeks. He clings to you, never letting you leave his lavender gaze. He watches your every move. Whether you were in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or running errands - Ran is there. It is unsettling for you. It gets so bad that you have to quit your job to keep him sated with attention. You had yet to bring up his job, afraid of what his reaction would be.

His coworkers are not happy about this at all.

Ran begins snapping at everyone who calls his phone - Rindou gets an earful and a death threat. The only person who gets through to him and makes him get up off his ass (and away from you) was his boss “Mikey.” Even then you can't catch a break - he would text you every minute of the day to the point where he would repeatedly call your phone if you don't text him back within the 15-minute mark.

And this had been all your fault. If you hadn’t threatened to leave him, none of this would have happened. That’s what you told yourself. And you felt awful. Because the state of Ran’s well-being depended on you, and as much you hated how things were, you were still in love with him.

So, you decide to drop it. The surprise on Ran’s face when he is greeted with your embrace warms your soul. He clings to you, breathing in your scent as if it was his lifeline. “Let’s start over,” you whisper.

And for a few weeks, you are happy. So happy that you decide to surprise him at work.

When you walk into his office, you don't expect to see him with a group of unknown men. Ran ignores you as he continues talking to the men, and you go about your way in setting down the food on his desk. As you are about to leave, you catch the eye of one of the men. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

“The fuck are you looking at? Huh?," Ran spits.

You flinch, turning to meet his gaze. But he isn't looking at you. “When I’m talking, you pay attention to me," he yells towards one of the men. Everything goes fast, and suddenly he's smashing the man’s head onto his desk. Repeatedly.

You freeze in place, watching blood pour onto the floor. That manic gleam in Ran’s eyes. How the men in the room simply stare. The smell of dull pennies fills your head.

You cry to your sister on the phone when you get to your car. “Don’t be dumb,” she says. “You know what he’s doing.” Yes, you did now. He is a gang member. He is dangerous. Yet you loved him. “You need to leave.”

Ran comes home early. You will yourself not to flinch when he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cook dinner. “I’m sorry you had to see that today, love.” Not sorry that it happened. “You know how I am when it concerns you, right? Forgive me?”

You nod, and after a few minutes, he lets you go, only sparing you a short kiss to your neck as he announces he’s going to shower. You felt empty. Yet you continue your routine of picking up his jacket and suitcase off the floor. Then his phone rings. And as empty and as hurt as your chest was, you follow your intuition and picked it up.

“Rannn~, you left your burner here on the bed! What do you want me to do?” A woman says on the other line.

Your heart breaks in two. You can't stop the whimper that escapes your mouth, and immediately she knows who it was she is speaking to.

“Is...is this Y/n? I-I, sorry - p-please don’t tell him I called.” Her fear makes your stomach churn.

You hang up. It was only then that you look through the messages to see the requested nude pictures, the flirty texts, the promises of meeting up again. Not just from her - from several unnamed numbers.

And this is what happens when you push aside your morals and standards for someone else. You get hurt. And so do others. As much as it hurt and as much as your heart called out to Ran and his love, you knew better.

So you decide to leave.

Ran holds you especially tight this night, burying his head into your chest. His warmth brings tears to your eyes as you realize this would be your last night. You have to pry his fingers off of you. Luckily, he was a heavy sleeper.

He whispers your name in his slumber. You shut the door behind you and don’t look back.

You leave everything behind that night. Your clothes and shoes. Your car. Your phone. The remnants of your old life are left with Ran that night.

Your sister meets you at the bus station, catching your crying form in her arms. The amount of pain that you felt that night made you want to forget everything about him.

And you try.

For three weeks, you cry your eyes out on your sister’s couch. You barely eat. You go through your usual doubts and regrets - you see his violet eyes in your dreams from time to time. And in the dead of the night, your mind conjures up the possibility, or fact, that he’s already moved on to someone else. That he doesn’t lose sleep thinking about your whereabouts. That right at this very moment, he’s receiving warmth from someone else. Someone who could give him what he wanted. Someone who could support him in every way possible. Someone who he would give his love through and through.

And this breaks you all over again. Yet, it doesn’t destroy you.

Three months later pass along with your heartache. You can look at yourself in the mirror. The first time you finish your plate at dinner, your sister cries. You find a job that you love. All your old friends start coming around again. Things were becoming...great. You still miss Ran, but you can live without him.

...

But Ran Haitani can’t live without you.

In your classroom, one of your students comes up to you and asks, “Are you married, y/n-sensei?”

Your heart lurches forward, but you shake your head. “As single as a pringle. Your dad isn’t asking about me again, is he?”

He shakes his head, going back on topic. “But if you’re not married, who was that scary guy that walked you to the train yesterday morning?”

Your blood runs cold. “What are you talking about, hun?”

The little boy nods, “I saw you two get off at your stop on the way back too, so I just thought - “

Reality kicks in, and you’re leaving school to hop on the first train home. To your sister. Who you had got entangled in your mess. Your gut is screaming. You had ghosted Ran. You had left him and hadn’t come back. The blood on his hands becomes a recurring image in your hand, and you feel bile rising in your throat.

Your fears are confirmed when you get to your sister’s home and see a sleek black car on the side of the street. Two large men standing by the front door.

And you hear your sister yelling. The sounds of glass.

As scared and as cowardly as you are, you wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt your sister. The men don’t stop you from entering the home, almost as if they are expecting you to be here. And the house is crashed, broken picture frames and glass on a pile in the middle of the floor.

Your sister gasps at the sight of you as she huddles in the corner with a knife in her possession. “Leave, y/n! He’s fucking crazy - “

“Ever predictable aren’t we, y/n?” you hear him say, his words curt, anger underneath it all. But you don’t look at him, instead of going to your sister and pulling her close.

She clings to you, her nails digging into your skin. “You need to run, y/n. Please leave before he gets to you.”

“Y/n, we need to talk,” Ran says, and though you hear him approach the two of you, you will yourself not to look back. “Y/n.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll fix this, okay?” You usher your sister to her room, closing it gently before finally turning your sight to Ran.

And despite his usual handsomeness and swagger, he looks tired. The dark circles under his eyes are bold. He’s lost weight you notice. And despite his passive expression, you can see that desperation in his eyes. That franticness makes your heart race. Yet you keep your cool, crossing your arms. “You have no right to mess up my sister's place, Ran. You’re paying for the damages.”

He scoffs, a frown settling on his brow. “Y/n, don’t fuck with me right now. Explain yourself before I spazz.”

“Don’t curse at me. You know I don’t like that.” You sigh, trying to push back the sudden tears trying to leak from your eyes. “There’s nothing to explain. You’re just not the man for me, Ran.”

His angry demeanor fades, and you’re left with the emotionless shell that is Ran. And he has nothing to say. As usual. And your emotions overflow.

You can’t stop the tears this time as you sob. When Ran reaches out to hold you, you pull away. “I can’t keep doing this, Ran. I don’t have the heart for it. I can’t be with you anymore.”

He looks taken aback, taking a moment to run his hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/n, we can talk about this at home. Just come with me and we’ll fix it - ”

“I’m not going. Please, just leave -“

You don’t get to finish your sentence before his ring-clad fingers are on your neck. And you can’t breathe. You gasp, digging your nails into his fingers.

“Do you want your sister to die tonight?,” Ran whispers. His grip tightens as he brings you closer, eyes piercing into your soul. “We’ll talk about this at home.” He says again. “Get your things and come outside. You have three minutes or I’ll blow her brains out.”

You nod, letting your tears fall onto his hand. He stares over your face, but he eventually let go and steps outside.

Your sister tries to pry you for answers, but you wave her off as you grab your things. You understood the situation. You had made a mistake dragging her into this.

You had decided to try at a relationship with someone as dangerous as Ran. These consequences are what you would have to bear, not her.

The ride back to your shared home is silent. You can’t keep your tears back as you look out the window. At one point, Ran reaches over to place a hand on your thigh. You ignore him, but don’t move away. This violent side of Ran is unpredictable. It scares you.

What scares you, even more, is when you make it back, and you find yourself in the same room with him.

“Put your things away. Then we can talk,” he motions to your suitcase. He watches you, and you watch him with hesitation. And with good reason. Because as soon as you turn to go to the closet, he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Please don’t touch me,” you mutter, pushing him away as you move away from his neck kisses.

He sighs into your neck. “I’m working on my anger. You know how I get when it’s about you. Don’t hold it against me.”

You shake him off you, moving away from him. “Leave me alone, Ran.”

“We can start over. I’ll get over you leaving me if you forgive me. We can make this work.”

It was like talking to a broken wall. And the bedroom was feeling smaller than usual as Ran approaches you. You slip away from him, quickly going into the living room where there is more room.

“Y/n, are you listening?” Ran tries to grab you, but you yank your arm away.

“Are you listening, Ran? I don’t want to be with you anymore! We’re over! ”

You two are at a standstill at the couch. You’re pivoting from side to side, trying to avoid his grasp. It makes your heart race when his eyes lower into an emotionless haze. And suddenly, he’s chasing you.

“Ran, STOP!” You whimper, fear creeping into your chest. But he’s storming behind you with that sadistic energy. Somehow, you manage to lock yourself in the bedroom. The punches to the door are angry.

You’re crouching as tears fall down your cheeks. Ran has become unpredictable for you. You’re afraid of him, all the love you had turning to fear as he pounds on the door.

When you pick up your phone, you have half the mind to call the cops -

The pounding ceases as his deep voice seems to float under the door. “Don’t think about it or you’re fucked.”

That’s all he says for minutes. You know what he means. You don’t hear any doors. He hasn’t left. You don’t know what to do. You’re seven floors up. The only way to the front door is out of the bedroom.

All you can do is hide in the walk-in closet. Closing it and start to put boxes in front of it.

The bedroom door creaks open. You close your eyes. You hear him shift throughout the room. He’s laughing. Like it’s a game.

“You’re so dramatic, y/n. Where are you hiding?”

When you don’t answer he sighs. “You’re in trouble when I find you. I swear. First, you ghost me, and now this. Fucking ridiculous -“ something breaks before the light under the closet door flickers. He throws the lamp.

Ran yanks at the closet door suddenly, frightening you, yet you cover your mouth. When he finds it stuck, he laughs again.

“If you come out now, I won’t hurt you. I’ll forget this happened and we can go to bed, okay love?”

You don’t answer, and he kicks the door open.

“Sorry, s-sorry,” you plead, but he corners you into a wall. “I won’t tell anyone about what you do. I’ll go back home and won’t speak of you again.”

His fingers caress your neck once he’s close enough. You flinch. “Love, you are home.”

Still, you try to plead your case. “I can leave the country if you want. I promise I won’t tell anyone. J-Just, please, let me go.”

He starts to litter kisses on your neck down to your shoulder. He doesn’t listen. Ran never listens to you.

Instead, he pushes you towards the bed, prying your legs open to settling between them. You moved to push him away, but he grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head.

You couldn’t stop your tears from flowing. “I won’t say anything to anyone. I’ll leave Japan - plea - “ He presses his lips against your own, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You try to move your face away, but the grip he had on your wrists is tight. Pain shoots down your arm.

“Try that again and I’ll tie you up. Stop.” He let go of your wrists, his hands sliding down your waist. Your nerves bubble in your throat as he settles into your neck, pressing wet kisses against your spot. You try to muffle your whimpers, but when his warm hands smooth over your breasts you couldn’t help but gasp.

“You like that?” He whispers before trailing his kisses to your collarbone. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, yeah? Let me make you feel good?” he lifts your shirt above your breast, pressing his lips between them.

You would never forgive him. This would never make you forget.

Yes as much as you remind yourself of this, as much as you fear him, hate him, the warmth pooling between your legs is overpowering. And Ran’s teasing doesn’t help it, his deft hands sliding up your sides and working on undoing your bra.

“Love, I’m sorry. Please,” he speaks between kisses on your buxom, “Forgive me. Give me another chance? Be mine again.” He grabs your hands and presses your palm against his face. “It’s been so hard being without you. I could barely sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. I know I deceived you. I know I’m not good enough for you. But I need you in my life. I can’t do this without you.”

You are shaking, tears clouding your vision as you look at the dark circles under his eyes and the way his own eyes are clouded in such emotion.

You would never find a man like Ran. You don’t know if that was a good or bad thing now.

“Y/n?” You can’t give him an answer. You are afraid of what you’d say. Your heart and mind are at war. Until you hear a sigh come from him, and the clinking of metal fills your ears. And suddenly you feel something click around your wrist.

You tug at it just for Ran to click the other end of the cuffs to the bedpost. And you realize how fucking stupid you are to fall for this act again.

“What an ungrateful little bitch - I bear my heart to you just for this? Rindou was right - I have spoiled you too much”

He falls on top of you again, pulling off the rest of your clothes. You kick and push against him, but he grabs your free arm and twists it back. The scream falls from your lips instantly, the pain excruciating.

“I told you to stop, didn’t I? Now you’ve gone and hurt yourself.” Ran rolls his eyes, tugging down your panties.

And you are embarrassingly wet.

You clamp your legs together. “Ran, please don’t do this. I-I don’t want this…”

He moves away from you with a sigh. “When I say I’ve been doing some soul-searching since you’ve been gone, I have. In your absence, I realized that my life is nothing without you, y/n. You are everything to me. No one can compare - not even Rindou anymore. I love only you, y/n.”.

He moves to rummage through the drawer beside you. You close your eyes, letting your tears fall down your neck. You expect to hear him unwrapping a condom. Yet when you open your eyes, you saw a small blue box in front of your nose. And when he opened it, cold hard dread seeps through you.

Tanzanite and diamond. Platinum band. $34,000. An engagement ring.

It slips perfectly on your ring finger. Before you could try to take it off, he intertwines his fingers with your own. “We’ll sort the details tomorrow. For now, tonight will be our honeymoon night. We’ll be one.”

“No,” you whimper, yet he closes the distance between you two again, his lips hungry. The expanse of skin on your stomach littered in kisses. Down to your mound. You involuntarily gripped his head at his first kiss to your clit, and you could feel the vibration of his chuckle against you.

“You’re so sensitive, y/n - all for me, right? No one else but your husband.” He passes up your sensitive bud to lick up your slit, and you moan so loudly you surprise yourself. “My pretty wife.”

Ran finds your spot. The edge where he could bend you where he wants. At his continued nips and licks at your entrance, your free hand moves to grip his locks, causing him to groan into you. The diamond ring shining in the moonlight from the windows. It was daunting yet romantic. It made your heart stir. Made the pain in your wrists intensify. Made you moan a little louder.

“You close? Gonna cum on my face, love? Do it.” His tongue probes at your entrance and you cave in at the pressure of his nose on your clit. You can’t give him any warnings - it is your first time. Your first orgasm. It sets your body free, the sensation pulling you upwards. Your release gushes onto his face, your hand nearly pulling the hair from his scalp as you held his face closer to your sex. Your head is stuffy, yet you can comprehend to say his name on your high.

His large hands slide up your chest, cupping your breasts and pulling at your nipples as he worked to slurp up your release as much as he could. You could barely breathe as ecstasy courses through you. Your body twitches as he kisses up to your face, placing a deep kiss on your mouth.

And when you make contact with his love-blown eyes, you weep. You wail, turning away as sobs rack your body

Ran uncuffs your wrist, massaging into the prints it made as he settles between your thighs. “Love, you’ve got to calm down. Take a deep breath for me.”

“I love you,” you sob, putting your face in your hands. “I never stopped loving you..” You’d put your whole future into Ran. Had dreamed about it. Could feel it at times. Yet, he’d sold you false hope. In this reality with Ran, you would never get your happy ending.

He lets out a breath of relief. “That makes me so happy. I could die right now. You know I can’t live without you, right? You’re the only woman who’s ever made me feel this way,” he pecks your lips, running a hand down your thigh towards your cunt. His middle finger slides in easily, rubbing gently against your walls.

You squeak, holding onto his wrist going in and out of you. “But you hurt me, Ran. You hurt me with the things you do. T-This isn’t what I want for my future.”

He buries his face into your neck, working another finger into you. You moan his name, the feeling of his fingers making your legs shake. Your actions only make him pick up speed, and suddenly you are gripping onto his shoulders, your hips moving in tandem with his fingers.

“Our future. Together. Like you promised me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You hate yourself. But when you look into his eyes and see your Ran, you can’t help the pleasure that fills you.

You can feel it building within you again, that golden pressure. Just as soon as it is about to burst, he pulls his fingers from you, plunging them into his mouth. “We’ll build our future together, y/n. I’ll give you everything you want.” He starts to undo his pants, and you panic. “I can change, y/n. For you, I’d do anything.”

“I can’t, Ran,” you whimper, pulling your legs together just for him to tug them apart.

“I want my family, y/n,” he snaps curly, pushing your legs to your chest. It takes you a few seconds to understand what he means before he pushes inside of you without notice. And it fucking hurts.

“No noonono, please, not this,” you beg, but he ignores you, pushing into you with hard, deep strokes. Each thrust causes more tears to fall, the pain intensifying.

Ran rolls his hips into you, catching your clit with his pelvic bone, making you cry out loud. “Fighting this when you really want it is annoying, y/n. Let go. If I wanted to pull out I couldn’t with the way you’re clenching me - shit!” He leaned into your neck, grunting. “Fuck, relax already!”

The irony. Ran's grunts, his thrusts, his scent - it was heightening your senses, making you throb more around his length. And he feels that and seems to be struggling to keep himself together. It makes your heart flutter. You can make him tremble. You can make him feel as breathless as he made you feel.

Your Ran.

Your tears subside as your hips meet with his thrusts. At your change of behavior, Ran starts kissing you, going into your deeper and stronger. The moment took over you. You throw your arms around his neck, playing at the hair at his nape.

For now, you would pretend. Pretend that this was the Ran you knew. Pretend that this night was his and yours together. Pretend that everything was okay in his arms.

At those peaceful dreams, your pull Ran closer, and he makes every effort to make your moans louder.

“Tell me you love me again,” he commands, his movements faster, shaking the bed. “Say it.”

“I love you,” You feel his tears seep out against your neck, and can’t help but tighten your hold on him.

He pulls away, looking down at you. “Look at me.” You try your best at keeping your eyes open to stare into his light ones. Even in this disheveled state, maniac and all, he is beautiful to you. “I love you too. Cum.”

You scream as your second orgasm is ripped from you - the strongest, most intense feeling you ever felt before. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as you cream hard around his length. You could feel new tears forming in your eyes as you continue to clench around him rhythmically. His thrusts become faster as he seems to reach his breaking point. Despite the cloudiness of your mind, you quickly gain clarity as to what is about to happen.

You unwrapped yourself from him and weakly push against him in desperation. “Y-You have to pull out! Ran!” He doesn’t listen. Ran never listens. Not even two seconds later, you feel a warm flow inside of you.

He falls against you, his breaths are heavy. You try to weakly push him off, but he keeps you steady. When he pulls out, you can feel his release pool from you. Yet, he pushes it back inside of you, gently rubbing at your sensitive clit.

Your eyelids begin to drift, but you don’t miss the clicking sound of the cuffs on your wrists again. Or miss the warmth of Ran’s hand as it travels to pat the small of your stomach...

Dumb.

I’ll be picking up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.

i lov gojo so much it physically pains me to read long fic for him bc they have to end. like chest pains and i always cry a little help why isn’t he in my bed.

“My child is fine”

Your child has an obsession with multiple people and they’re not even real.

The affect he has on people

jul bc i’m thinking of miya twins x reader sandwich again but maybe wif a bit of tweencest 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like u begging them to kiss for u and it’s reluctant but they end up liking it 🥺 and then they have their way with u huhu

hnng HNGGG hnGG 🤪🤪🤪

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — miyacest, twincest, incest (HNNNGGGG), double penetration, anal, overall nasty shit 🤧

“y-ya want us to what?”

“we’re already both balls deep inside of you and—fuck—that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?”

both twins immediately still inside of you, their breathing heavy and chests heaving from exertion. you could feel their sweat trickling down your body on both sides, making you shiver in delight at how they’re still hard and throbbing inside of you.

why? cause most cocks would instantly soften at the thought of kissing their own twin, their own blood and flesh. but these two? they’re still as hard as ever, thick and twitching.

you always knew these two were wild, but just how far would they indulge your deep and dark fantasy? you hoped they would.

“pretty please?” you pout at them, turning your head to the side until you can see both of their handsome and identical faces scrunched up in an incredulous expression.

“if you do it, i’ll let both of you fuck me in the same hole,” you proposition them, making a show of clenching and unclenching your stuffed pussy around their dicks with a loud moan, causing them to gasp and curse—atsumu groaning as he bumps his forehead on your shoulder and osamu leaning on the headboard with his eyes closed.

“yup...i’ve seen both of your search histories, and they never lie.”

you didn’t know it was possible, but their bodies stiffened even more. it’s true that the brothers share fantasies of fucking you in the same hole—mouth, pussy, ass, wherever you can take both of them. they just didn’t expect that it would be at the cost of them kissing.

atsumu and osamu stare at each other for what feels like millions of years before they sigh heavily, their intense gazes never wavering as both of them loosen their resolve.

“fuck it.”

when you blink, you catch their plump lips meeting in a messy kiss, their tongues clashing and strings of saliva mixing with each other’s. you’re squished between them even more, all the muscled ridges and planes of their bodies shaping your softer and more rounded one.

they both groan into each other’s mouths, eyes closed as they nip and lick at their lips. your eyes are wide and shocked, watching the two brothers make out with each other like how they do with you, like it’s not their first time doing this.

they suddenly remember that you’re there, pussy quivering and fluttering around their twitching cocks. there’s a pit in your stomach that’s stirring and clenching, so fucking turned on at watching atsumu and osamu make out with a passion that rivals yours.

their hips start moving again, loud squelches filling the stuffy room, along with the wet clicks of their mouths meeting. the twins keep moving their heads, finding the angle that best suits them as they both fuck into you at the same time.

your cries are broken and loud, whimpers spurring them on as they both spear you on their cocks at a pace that’s harder and faster than before.

the relief that fills your body at your request being granted is not as big as the relief that floods the twins’ chests. their sighs against each other’s lips are both pleasured and relieved, small smiles gracing the corners of their mouth as their foreheads press together, the other twin swallowing the other’s groans and curses.

if you only knew how long both atsumu and osamu wanted to show you their brotherly love in a much more passionate and carnal way...because after all, it’s always been the two of them against the world, against each other’s bodies, until you came along to fill the missing piece of their love.

There's something about ran looking unbothered while hitting his opponents is very hot like 😮‍💨

I THINK IT'S HIS EYES....DEFINITELY HIS EYES.

Oh and one more, when he tangles his braids around his baton

idk why but that's like sexy

he won’t get out of my head. he simply won’t.