LILBACHI

chi, they/them, seasian, 18+

multifandom because i'm indecisive. ok? ok. tokrev | bllk | bsd. not spoiler free.

✦ byf: minors DNI, all characters portrayed are 18+. i post and interact with dark and nsfw content, including that around mental health, so please beware! racism, homophobia, sexism, anti-Blackness, etc, will not be tolerated in this space. please DO NOT interact with me if you fetishize asian culture or over glorify japan. this blog is anti-imperialist.

✦ this is a side blog, so all interactions come from my main blog. if we're mooties, ily! but if you want to break the moot, please hard block (i'm extremely sensitive ߹𖥦߹). </3

✦ i don't take requests, but my ask box is always open and i love chatting (and thirsting)

✦ lastly, don't steal my writing, repost, or translate without consent. that's plagiarism. don't feed my work to ai.

genre: gn!reader. smut. MDNI, dark content. impact play. sanzu is kinda abusive. ending could be interpreted as dubcon

bonten!sanzu, who uses you, who only calls you when he needs to fuck his feelings into something– err, someone– because god forbid he ever defy, disobey, or speak ill of the king and his orders. don't you know what they say? those who don't fit in bonten are scraps. that's how bonten works. you'll bear the brunt of his anger. you can handle it, right?

bonten!sanzu, who has a heavy hand and isn't afraid to raise it at you. you'll take hits and you will like it. he’ll have you bent over the couch, thrown over his lap, contorted in any position he wants, and you’ll take it until he’s satisfied. he’ll grab your jaw so hard it bruises, fuck you like he hates your guts– and he will never, ever stay the night.

bonten!sanzu, who likes it when you cry. something about the pathetic way you look up at him when there’s tears in your eyes makes his heart leap. it’s sickening, isn’t it? what can he say! it just feels so good to be in control for once. there’s nothing in his life he has control over. a top executive in one of tokyo’s most infamous gangs, destined forever to be number two in his own fucking story. he owns nothing– except you, that is.

bonten!sanzu, who didn’t think he’s turn out this way. he really didn’t. but here he is, huh? the ugly truth. it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, one he can’t wash down. so just take a little bit more, will ya?

“i know you can take it,” he mutters as he shoves you face first into the mattress– ah, there it is. that sweet euphoria, crashing in waves. your quiet pleas. he knows it hurts. it always hurts. nothing good ever comes for free, after all. “my sweet, sweet baby.”

genre: gn!reader who wears a skirt. a little suggestive at the end.

a/n: inspired by this puzzreve gacha card which i failed to get despite spending sm FUCKING diamonds on it FuCK

rindou, who is more insecure than you think and was caught off guard when you were interested in him and not his older brother, who's much more popular with suitors. "ran's not here," he says absentmindedly when you show up at their apartment, waving you off only to be pleasantly surprised when you tell him that you're there to actually visit him.

rindou, who is actually easily flustered because he's not used to being in the spotlight, having grown accustomed to being in his brother's shadow. "uh, sure," he coughs awkwardly, "i'm just working on a mix right now"– and his fingers are fumbling just slightly on the knobs as he feels your eyes focus on him, but as soon as he gets back into the groove of things, you can tell just how much he enjoys being in his own element apart from his brother.

rindou, who flashes you a cheeky little grin in between song transitions and beckons you to come behind the dj booth so he can explain to you the functions on the controller, and who lets you mess around with the knobs and cheers you on as you experiment. "yeah, that's it, you're getting the hang of it!"

rindou, whose face flushes when he feels you get a little too close to him, then before you know it, his lips are on yours. he's guiding you to the sofa, hands on your hips, and you're both toppling over as he rucks up your skirt. it's a little clumsy, rindou even tripping on an empty beer can on the way there (lol). then suddenly, the door swings open and it's ran, apparently just waking up now despite it being mid-day.

"uhm, same time tomorrow?" rindou asks sheepishly, helping you back up and fixing your skirt.

genre: f!reader, mdni

chifuyu, who, upon your request, was a little embarassed to admit he's never eaten someone out before, and was annoyed at the way you called it 'cute and 'endearing'– tch, how is inexperience cute!?

chifuyu, who did a deep dive on cunnilingus tips and unashamedly rang up baji for research help (baji was, of course, annoyed– the internet is free, y'know... and does this come with a pay raise by any chance?)

chifuyu, who watched some tutorials online and isn't feeling very confident, but here goes. "よし!" and you roll your eyes of course

chifuyu, whose touch is exceedingly loving because he's always been loving, whose tongue knows you better than he thought he would.

chifuyu, whose loyal hands are everywhere– his hands are warm, soothing, and ready to please you. he’s intertwining them with yours first, then feeling you through your panties as he presses his nose against your thigh, then those fingers are idly playing with the ruffle trim or your underwear before pushing it to the side…

chifuyu, who’s more eager than he imagined to taste you– to map out every part of you on his tongue. mesmerized by the way you moan into the wetness of his mouth, his eyes flicker to your face, then you find yourself tugging at messy black hair and he’s grabbing you, trying to match your ferocity as his heart thumps loudly in his chest and the blood pumps straight to his–

chifuyu, who’s so turned on that his hips are grinding against the mattress and, without even realizing it, he’s made a mess in his own pants.

genre: gn!reader. MDNI, suggestive... though it's not meant to be, it can be read as somewhat dubcon

"was my request not simple enough?"

somehow– and you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or not– sanzu's voice always made you shiver, especially when his words felt like they carried a thinly veiled threat, filling you with anticipatory fear of a punishment that never seemed to actually come– yet, you think. your eyes scan sanzu's as he stalks toward you like you're prey. you swallow the lump in your throat, then finally respond meekly, "it was... i'm sorry."

he sighs with resignation, clicking his tongue at you dismissively– or is it teasingly? he looks down at you, his long, pale lashes fluttering expectantly as he waits for you to explain why you've chosen to disobey him.

"i took the video. it just felt too... perverted to press send." you slump in your seat.

"perverted?"

a choice word.

it fits nicely in your mouth, he thinks. he laughs amusedly, and you watch in quiet awe the way the diamond scars at the corners of his lips stretch just slightly. "you think i'm perverted?" he whispers, outstretched fingertips dancing along your jawline as he draws closer, lips just slightly grazing your ear. "i guess i'll have to force those pretty sounds out of you if you won't make them for me yourself," he hums.