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[haruchuchuiyo]

ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ'ꜱ ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ

CW + TW : Mentions of Violence / Abuse | Alcoholism | Vomiting

SFW - Reader discretion is still advised.

ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴇᴇɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴇɴꜱ —

Day drinking a lot , peak consumption times for him being late afternoon and the early hours of twilight leaving the sky. He really likes berry & grape flavoured Chū-Hi's, since that's what the randoms he grew-up around were drinking, ( homeless, runaways, salary men who missed the last train home ) . He'd babble and chatter about nothing and everything while sitting on the street curb, sipping away at cheap - canned - cocktails watching the city wake up to a new sky.

ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴇɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ 20'ꜱ —

Less mixing drinks more mixing tapes. DJing. House-parties, lots of house-parties. It would of been everyday had Ran not beat the shit out of him and his mates for making an unbearable amount of noise. The Worst offence ? Rindou mindlessly gutted the Fridge-Freezer , loading it up with bottles of Asahi ( most likely Asahi super-dry ) and other brand varieties to supply guests. Now had Rindou checked what was in the small white card box, he would of known better than to leave Ran's Mont Blanc ice-cream out on the island bar counter-top. Ran was not pleased opening a soggy box to a cream puddle after returning home early, needless to say Rindou never ever made that mistake again.

ᴇᴀʀʟʏ 20'ꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅ 20'ꜱ —

When it got really fucking bad. Binge drinking . Strong-Zero's . Life wasn't carefree during this period, out of Kanto Manji early Bonten was emerging . Rindou couldn't just mill about outside chatting up whoever anymore the risk of getting jumped was too high, his name was too well known. No DJ house-parties either, not after various gang conflicts, it would be a invitation for problems. He drank heavily out of stress indoors of his condo that him and Ran were living in. Occasionally he got to drink more socially in clubs that were Bonten territory, but regardless of that to him it was still a significant change, a social isolation that was heavily affecting his mental state had set in. He spent most of his time working out in his room, mixing tapes in his room, drinking in-between in his room. It was pretty bad, even Ran was getting sick of his alcoholic rambles the plastic bags of cans he'd leave rotting in the hallways and kitchen area, the holes he'd punch walls after losing a ranked match. Ran's usual physical altercations-corrections with his fist just didn't talk to him anymore. Rindou had already slipped into a denial a depression exacerbated by drink. Alcohol poisoning was really the final straw for Ran , after vomiting all over the shared bathrooms jacuzzi and toilet, it was only when Rindou was laying out cold back of the ambulance with a IV drip surrounded by paramedics pumping his stomach, that Ran thought ( out of love ) to take control of this situation, to ween his little brother off drink for the better.

ʟᴀᴛᴇ 20'ꜱ ᴛᴏ 30'ꜱ ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ —

After a intensive rehab organized and supervised by his Big brother. Rindou is no longer a heavy drinking, choosing to drink only on the occasion now. He'll slowly nurse a Larger at most for social gatherings followed by some Ginger Ale or virgin-cocktails. He knows well that Ran keeps tabs on what he drinks, so Rindou opts to order more side dishes than beverages when out on the night. It's just better that way to not cause an upset.

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[missmadella]

Stitches & Signals (Bonten x Reader)

Different scenarios with Bonten have been running wild in my head, and I tried to write them like a story to make it a bit easier to read. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You’re Bonten's darling, the emotional heart of the gang, and while they’re tough, you bring a lighthearted, fearless energy to the group. With your playful nature and quick wit, you’ve caught the attention of the Bonten members, not only for your charm but also for your uncanny ability to read people and situations. Whether you're accidentally stumbling into important meetings or catching someone lying, you always seem to know exactly how to handle things, keeping the gang on their toes.

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The meeting room was silent, filled with smoke, tension, and false pleasantries.

A rival gang leader was seated stiffly at one end of the long black table, running through negotiations that sounded carefully rehearsed—too carefully. Across from him sat Bonten’s elite: Mikey at the head, cold and unreadable. Kakucho beside him, arms crossed and eyes sharp. Sanzu was spinning a butterfly knife into the wood between his fingers. Ran and Rindou looked like they were either deeply amused or two seconds from violence.

And in the plush white couch tucked near the window?

You.

Legs curled under you, oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder, crocheting.

The quiet click-click of your hook against soft red yarn was the only gentle sound in the room. You were calm. Humming. Content.

You were the softest thing in Bonten headquarters—and, somehow, the most untouchable.

Not Mikey’s. Not Sanzu’s. Not anyone’s. You were Bonten’s darling. Their little light in a place built on blood.

So when you paused, head tilted ever so slightly, and your fingers stilled mid-stitch… they noticed.

You didn’t interrupt. You didn’t speak.

You just watched the rival boss—watched how his eyes flicked to the door, how he licked his lips too fast, how his words started to run together with too much confidence.

He was lying.

You finished the row anyway. Knotted it. Snipped the yarn clean.

Then you stood up and padded softly over to the table.

The man kept talking, but Bonten watched you.

Mikey leaned back just enough for you to approach. Without a word, you held up the scarf.

“Finished it~,” you said gently, like there wasn’t a storm building around the table.

“For me?” Mikey asked, already knowing.

You nodded and reached forward to loop the scarf around his neck. As you adjusted it, your fingers brushed his hand, and you tapped it—twice.

No words. Just the signal.

Two taps. He’s lying.

Mikey’s eyes didn’t move, but his hand rose to yours, catching your wrist gently. He tugged you down—not into the chair next to him, but into his lap. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You giggled softly and nestled in sideways, yarn in your lap. His arm came around your waist, loose but protective.

Kakucho shifted to give you more room. Rindou offered you the yarn ball that had rolled away. Sanzu paused his spinning knife and leaned forward, lips curling.

You began crocheting again, perfectly calm.

The rival boss blinked. “Uh…”

Ran leaned back lazily. “Y’know,” he said, “you’d think people would stop lying when she’s in the room.”

“She doesn’t even know what we’re discussing,” the boss scoffed. “She’s just… what? A trophy wife?”

Silence.

Then—

Kakucho stood up.

Ran dropped his smile.

Rindou cracked his knuckles, and even Sanzu stopped twirling the knife.

“She’s not a wife,” Sanzu said, slowly and darkly. “She’s family.”

“She’s the reason you’re still breathing,” Rindou added, voice light, dangerous.

Mikey didn’t speak. He just looked at the man across the table with the calm, soul-freezing stillness that always came before something ugly.

You leaned your head back against his chest and murmured, “Can I stab him?”

“No,” Mikey said flatly.

“Please?”

“…Maybe later.”

The scarf looped again. The yarn tugged gently.

You didn’t need to say more. You’d already said everything that mattered—without a single word.

And Bonten handled the rest.

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The meeting room had long since emptied. Well—emptied of outsiders.

The rival boss had been escorted out—barely. His crew trailed after him, pale and shaken, murmuring apologies they weren’t sure would matter.

Bonten hadn’t followed. They didn’t need to.

Instead, they stayed behind—because you stayed.

Now, you were curled up on the massive sectional in Bonten’s private lounge, swallowed in a black hoodie you “borrowed” from Sanzu’s room (you never gave it back). Your bare feet rested on Mikey’s thigh, your head leaned gently against Ran’s shoulder, and your yarn sat nestled beside you like a pet.

You were halfway through a new scarf—this one a deep plum purple.

“Is that one for me?” Ran asked, flicking a lock of your hair with casual fondness.

You hummed. “Nope.”

He gasped like you’d stabbed him.

“Betrayal.”

“It’s for Rindou,” you said, winking as the younger Haitani brother beamed from the bar. He raised a glass in your direction like you’d just handed him a crown.

“Hell yeah,” Rindou grinned. “I win.”

“You didn’t win,” Sanzu called from where he was hanging upside down off the arm of the couch, a lollipop in his mouth and a knife in his sock for some reason. “You just exist in her favor. We all do.”

You didn’t look up. “Exactly.”

Kakucho, seated in the corner with a tablet in hand, let a rare smile pull at his mouth. “She really is the only one of us that makes sense.”

You turned your face into Ran’s shoulder, hiding a laugh.

“I'm not even a part of the meetings," you teased. "I’m just the designated emotional support human."

Mikey’s hand, resting on your ankle, flexed slightly.

“You do more than you realize,” he said simply. His voice was soft—but the weight behind it made everyone pause.

The truth was: you saw what they couldn’t. Not just lies. Not just danger.

You saw them. All of them. And never flinched.

You tapped your crochet hook lightly against the edge of the couch and looked up at them—these terrifying men, these broken pieces of Tokyo’s underworld—and smiled like they were just your boys.

“Okay,” you said, stretching a little, “who’s next?”

Ran immediately raised his hand. “Me. You said Rindou, but I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I did mean it,” you said sweetly.

“Traitorous.”

Kakucho cleared his throat. “She started mine last week. She’s just pretending she forgot.”

“I didn’t forget,” you said, mock-offended. “Yours is the olive green one. With the pattern that looks like waves.”

Kakucho’s ears turned a little pink.

You didn’t call him out for it.

Sanzu rolled onto his stomach, chin on his hands, swinging his legs like a child. “Can mine have blood splatter in it?”

“No.”

“Fake blood?”

“Still no.”

“Ugh.”

Mikey hadn’t said anything else, but his fingers traced slow, absent-minded patterns against your ankle as the room buzzed around you. You weren’t sure he was even listening.

But then he spoke.

“Red. For mine.”

You blinked. “You already have a scarf.”

“I want another.”

You smiled gently. “Okay.”

He looked at you—really looked at you—and there was something unreadable in his gaze. Something you didn’t press.

Because Bonten didn’t need declarations. Not with you.

You were the only person they didn’t have to guard themselves from.

You resumed your stitching, your yarn looping like quiet magic through your fingers, and the room settled into a strange sort of peace.

Danger would return tomorrow. Blood, chaos, negotiations.

But tonight?

Bonten was warm. And you were exactly where you belonged.

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“I’m out of red,” you mumbled, staring into your yarn basket like it had personally betrayed you.

The rest of the room went still.

Ran, who was painting your nails for fun, glanced up. “You mean like... one of the reds?”

You held up your little yarn ball dramatically. “No. The red. Mikey’s red. The soft one.”

Sanzu’s eyes narrowed. “Who used it up?”

“I did,” you sighed. “Because I made Mikey’s scarf... and a matching headband... and maybe a heart-shaped coaster for my tea.”

Kakucho blinked slowly from across the room. “So… you need more?”

You nodded, bottom lip pushed out in a soft pout. “But I don’t wanna go alone.”

You didn’t have to say more.

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The bell above the door jingled softly, but the atmosphere inside the store immediately shifted. The Bonten men had entered. Six of them. Tall, brooding, and intensely intimidating in the yarn aisle.

The first employee behind the counter blinked in shock as they walked in like a storm—a mix of mafia vibes and... yarn. Their eyes darted to each other nervously. One pulled out their phone, half-tempted to call for backup.

At the head of the pack was Mikey, calm as ever, his cool, almost ethereal aura cutting through the store. He glanced around like he was sizing up the place, scanning the shelves with precision, as if planning the perfect way to get you what you wanted without anyone being harmed—yet.

You bounced excitedly in the middle of the aisle, bouncing the empty red yarn ball like a small child who had just lost her favorite toy.

“I need more of this color!” you announced, holding it up. “But it has to be the exact same blend, or my project is ruined.”

Mikey’s eyes softened for a second, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you pouted.

Ran nudged your side. “Come on, darling. You know exactly what you need. Just tell us where it is.”

“You’re so smart, babe,” Sanzu said with a grin, leaning over and taking your hand briefly before reaching for a random skein of yarn on a shelf. “I bet I can find it faster than Mikey.”

“Stop messing around,” Kakucho snapped, his voice always calm but a bit sharp. He was scanning the rows of color-coded yarn with intense focus, eyes flicking between labels. “We’re here for a reason, not to entertain you.”

You smiled up at him. “I like it when you’re serious, Kaku-chan.”

He gave a small, barely visible smile before returning to his task.

From the opposite side of the aisle, you heard a voice that made you roll your eyes.

“Is this the color, babe?” Ran called out, holding up a skein of bright neon pink with a mischievous grin on his face. “Or do we need something a little more subtle for your delicate hands?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered under your breath, but the smile tugging at your lips was undeniable. “Stop messing around.”

“Messing around?” Rindou chuckled, walking over with a handful of different shades of red. “This is serious business, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, serious,” Sanzu added with a playful tilt of his head, flashing you that signature grin of his. “But can you blame us? We’ll do anything to make our girl happy.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Stop calling me your girl in public. People might start thinking you’re all crazy.”

“Baby, we are crazy,” Sanzu replied with a wink. “Crazy in love with you.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, but you couldn’t stop your heart from warming. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kakucho murmured, finally pulling down a bundle of yarn from the top shelf. “Found it.”

You turned to look and immediately gasped. “Yes! That’s it! That’s the one!”

“You really do have the best taste, huh, princess?” Ran teased, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Could’ve found it in half the time if we just listened to you.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Well, I could’ve told you, but I didn’t want to look like a show-off.”

They all froze.

“You’re not a show-off, sweetheart,” Mikey said, walking over with the perfect shade of red yarn in hand, holding it up like it was precious. “But you’re always right.”

You beamed at him, your eyes sparkling. “Thank you, Mikey.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” he said softly, his hand lightly brushing your hair, before stepping back.

“That’s it,” Sanzu said, smirking from behind you. “C’mon, babe, let’s go pay before these guys start getting real weird with the employees.”

You barely heard him, your gaze still on Mikey as he took your basket of yarn and followed you to the counter.

The young woman behind the register stood frozen, her eyes wide in disbelief as she scanned the items. She seemed unsure of whether to compliment you on the beautiful color choices or be terrified of the towering, tattooed men standing silently behind you. The tension was thick.

Mikey glanced down at you with an unreadable expression, his fingers brushing your back gently, and whispered, “We good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” You nodded with a smile.

The woman hesitated and then asked, her voice a little shaky, “Will that be all today?”

Before you could answer, Ran leaned in from behind, his voice as smooth as silk. “We’ll take whatever she wants, sweetheart. All for her. Got that?”

The cashier nodded hastily, scanning everything through. You felt your face burn with embarrassment, but the affection in their voices made it all worth it.

Sanzu leaned against the counter, eyes glinting mischievously. “Next time, we’re bringing her shopping in the middle of the night, so we don’t scare the poor people. Right, baby?”

“Next time, maybe you won’t come,” you teased.

They all chuckled.

As you gathered your items, Mikey walked beside you, his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the store like he was the only one who could protect you from the overwhelming affection coming from his men. He could feel your slight discomfort at the attention, so his thumb brushed your back soothingly.

You looked up at him, your soft smile reassuring him. "I’m okay, Mikey. Just a little... embarrassed."

“No reason to be,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing your side before sliding into yours. “They’re just jealous they don’t get to spoil you the way we do.”

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As you walked out of the yarn aisle, your eyes landed on something completely different—something totally unrelated to yarn.

A display of dresses.

The bright colors and intricate details drew you in like a magnet. You stopped in your tracks, staring at one in particular—a soft lavender dress with lace trim and a delicate flow to it that screamed elegance. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you see that?” you asked, eyes wide and innocent as you turned to the men who had been walking with you. “That dress is gorgeous!”

Ran raised an eyebrow, following your gaze. “You want it?”

“Yes! I want to try it on,” you said, practically bouncing on your feet. You didn’t care that you were in a craft store. The dress was beautiful, and you felt like it was calling your name.

The rest of the group paused. They were used to you finding things that caught your attention in unexpected places, but this? This was a bit new.

“I don’t know about this, babe…” Sanzu started, eyeing the dress with his usual casual disdain. “Are we really gonna buy a dress in a craft store?”

You gave him a playful look, hands on your hips. “What’s wrong with that? I think it’s perfect.”

“I’ll let you try it on,” Mikey said softly from behind, ever the calm one. “But only if you promise not to take forever in the fitting room.”

You beamed at him. “Promise! I’ll be quick!”

Rindou snickered, his voice teasing. “What’s next? You want to get boba too?”

Your eyes lit up, and you turned to face him with an exaggerated gasp. “Yes! I want boba. Can we get boba after?”

“Do we look like a boba run kinda crew?” Sanzu grumbled, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

“Oh, please, we can do both!” you insisted, already darting toward the dressing room. “Please! I need both the dress and boba.”

Mikey, still watching you with a protective eye, couldn’t suppress a smile. “Fine. Go try it on, and we’ll get the boba.”

You squealed and ran off toward the fitting rooms, the rest of the guys standing there as though you’d just dragged them into a storm of unpredictable cuteness.

“Is she really making us do this?” Kakucho muttered, raising an eyebrow.

“We’re doing it because she’s our girl,” Rindou replied, grinning widely. “It’s not like we can say no.”

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You stepped out of the fitting room, twirling in the lavender dress, the soft fabric flowing around you like it had been made just for you. You looked over at the Bonten men—who were all standing near the entrance, watching you with varying expressions.

Mikey’s gaze softened when he saw you in the dress. His eyes followed the movement of the fabric and the way it made you shine, and he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“You look amazing,” Mikey said, voice hushed but filled with something sincere.

Ran, leaning against the doorway, grinned like a cat that had just caught a mouse. “That dress looks even better on you than I imagined. Damn, girl.”

You laughed, spinning again. “You guys are too sweet!”

Sanzu wasn’t even looking at you anymore. He was inspecting the price tag on the dress with a frown. “Why’s it gotta be this expensive? It’s just fabric and stitching.”

“You’re the last person I would ask about fashion,” you shot back, a little teasing. “But thanks for looking out for me.”

Kakucho, ever the cool one, gave a small, approving nod. “It fits you well.”

Rindou smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I gotta admit… you’re gonna look real good in that dress, princess. It’s perfect for you.”

You blushed slightly but kept the smile on your face, feeling their attention make you both bashful and proud at the same time.

“Do I look like a princess?” you asked playfully, knowing you were already spoiled in every other way.

“More like a queen,” Mikey responded, stepping closer with a grin.

“I think it’s settled then,” you said with a wink. “I’ll take it!”

They all followed you as you made your way to the counter, a few of them muttering about how expensive it was, but no one objected when you handed over the money. After all, you were their darling, and if you wanted the dress, you’d get it.

Next Stop: The Boba Shop

“Okay,” you said after leaving the store, feeling giddy. “Time for boba!”

“You’re killing us, sweetheart,” Sanzu groaned, but he was already pulling open the door of the van for you to hop in.

“Relax,” you teased, grinning widely. “You all love it. Admit it.”

Rindou laughed from the backseat, slinging an arm around your shoulders as he sat down next to you. “Yeah, we do, princess. But don't think you’re getting out of paying for your own.”

You stuck out your tongue at him. “I’ll let you buy me boba this time.”

Sanzu rolled his eyes but smirked. “Lucky for you, we’ll make an exception... but only because I’m craving it too.”

The van took off, heading toward the nearest boba shop. As you chatted about what flavors you wanted, Mikey sat quietly beside you, his hand resting casually on your leg, fingers brushing lightly against your skin as if it was second nature.

When you reached the shop, they all swarmed in after you, their intimidating presence causing the employees to freeze in place as soon as you walked in. You grabbed a menu, grinning and pointing to your favorite flavor.

“Can I get the matcha with red beans, please?” you asked sweetly, smiling at the flustered employee.

“You know I’m just getting the regular one,” Ran muttered, glancing over the menu, trying not to seem too out of place.

“You always get the same one, old man,” Rindou teased, poking him in the ribs.

Sanzu ordered his boba with no hesitation, and Kakucho just glanced at the menu, leaning slightly over to you.

“Got your flavor right, princess?”

You giggled. “Of course you do.”

Mikey ordered something simple, his eyes never leaving you as he stood by your side, his presence as steady as ever. He squeezed your hand once, his thumb brushing the back of your knuckles in that quiet, protective way he always did.

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You woke up to the usual chaos of Bonten, but today there was a calmness in the air. The guys were lounging around, and the tension of the past few days seemed to melt away. There were no big missions, no urgent matters to attend to—just an afternoon where you could let your guard down.

You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under a fluffy blanket, a bowl of snacks in your lap. Mikey, always the one to give off an air of indifference, was seated next to you, his head resting against the back of the couch, but his hand rested lightly on your knee, his fingers brushing your skin every so often.

He wasn’t talking much today, but his presence was more than enough for you to feel secure, comfortable, and loved.

Ran was sprawled out on the other couch, his legs stretched out lazily, a smirk on his face as he eyed you. “You know, princess,” he said with that signature smug grin. “You’re really gonna make it hard to get through the rest of the day without taking a nap. You’re too cute.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “You know you’re not supposed to flirt with me like that in front of everyone. You’ll give the guys ideas.”

“Eh,” Ran shrugged, “They already know I’m the one who steals your heart first.”

You playfully nudged him with your foot, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a dork.”

From the other side of the room, Sanzu raised an eyebrow and shot you a teasing smile. “Can we talk about how much this guy flirts with you, even though he’s technically our princess?”

You blinked at Sanzu, grinning. “I know, right? Ran’s always acting like he’s the one who gets to spoil me.”

“Oh, stop being dramatic,” Ran shot back, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’m just giving her the attention she deserves.”

Mikey, who had been quietly observing the conversation, let out a small chuckle. His gaze softened, and he reached out to pull you into him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with a gentle, protective motion.

“No need to fight over her, boys,” he said, his voice smooth as he pulled you closer to his chest. “She’s our princess. All of us spoil her in our own way.”

You smiled up at Mikey, the warmth of his touch and his calm demeanor making you feel even more cherished. “Thanks, Mikey. But you spoil me the most,” you said, your voice light and teasing.

He chuckled softly, the sound making your heart flutter a little. “You know it’s true, sweetheart. But don’t let the others know,” he added in a quieter tone. “I don’t want them getting any ideas about how much of a soft spot I have for you.”

You turned to look at Ran, who was now pretending to sulk dramatically on the couch. “Don’t worry, Mikey. I’ll keep your secret,” you said playfully.

Rindou, sitting near the window, glanced over at the interaction and couldn’t help but comment. “You two are ridiculous. But we all know who has her heart,” he said with a knowing grin.

You smirked back. “It’s not like I have a favorite, but I do appreciate the attention.”

Kakucho, who had been silently sitting beside you, gave you a small but warm smile. His hand reached for the back of your head, fingers lightly brushing through your hair. “We know, princess,” he said softly. “And we’ll always be here for you.”

The calmness of the room, paired with the easygoing atmosphere, made it feel like time had slowed down. No rush, no pressure, just a moment where everything felt right. You leaned back against Mikey, your head resting against his chest, and felt his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and comforting.

“That’s the best thing about today,” you whispered, closing your eyes for a moment. “No one’s in a rush. We can just be together.”

Mikey nodded quietly, his hand absentmindedly brushing your hair back. “Exactly. It’s nice to just be with you, princess.”

Ran, clearly not one to be left out, leaned over from his spot on the other couch, shooting a playful smirk in your direction. “Alright, alright, I’ll admit it. Today’s a good day. As long as I get my turn for cuddles later.”

“I’ll take my turn first, thanks,” Sanzu chimed in, his voice light but with a certain possessiveness that made you laugh.

“You guys are ridiculous,” you teased, but you were smiling, knowing that no matter how much they bickered, it was all out of love.

The soft chatter and the comfortable presence of the Bonten gang wrapped around you like a blanket as they took turns teasing each other, all while making sure you were tucked close to Mikey, the center of their world.

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As the evening wore on, you shifted to make more room on the couch, curling up between Mikey and Kakucho. Rindou sprawled across the other couch, his feet resting on the armrest while he scrolled through his phone. Sanzu ended up with his legs resting across your lap, his head leaning against the edge of the couch, as if he could’ve spent the entire night like that.

Ran, who had been pretending to ignore everyone, finally sat up, leaning over to poke his head in your direction. “So, what’s the plan now, princess? You gonna make us all watch those rom-coms again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

You grinned, leaning back into Mikey’s chest as he pulled you closer. “If you insist, I will.”

“Oh god, please no,” Rindou muttered from across the room, rolling his eyes. “I can’t deal with the ‘will they, won’t they?’ plotlines tonight.”

“Too bad,” you said with a playful shrug. “You’re stuck with me.”

Mikey chuckled, and you felt the vibrations through his chest as he nuzzled into your hair. “I think we all know we’ll be watching whatever you want, princess. We don’t mind.”

With that, the Bonten crew settled into a comfortable silence, the air heavy with warmth and a sense of belonging. You had a blanket spread over all of you, your body nestled against Mikey’s side while Kakucho’s arm was casually draped over your waist. Ran laid across the couch with his feet near your head, while Sanzu made himself comfortable with his legs thrown lazily over your lap. Rindou kept his distance, but even he couldn’t resist the gentle camaraderie that filled the room.

No more talking. No more teasing. Just the sound of the TV in the background and the soft hum of contentment that hung over the room.

You felt secure, happy, and loved in this little pocket of peace. It was a rare moment—just being with them. All of them. And that, you realized, was enough.

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The atmosphere in the Bonten lounge was calm, almost too peaceful. The members were sprawled across the room, some on their phones, others simply lounging in the laid-back comfort of the space. You were nestled between Mikey and Kakucho, having dozed off after a long day of being pampered. Your soft, even breaths filled the silence as the guys looked on, each of them too comfortable to disturb your peaceful slumber.

But the moment was short-lived.

Kokonoi, ever the professional, stood at the entrance of the lounge, clearing his throat as he glanced around at the relaxed atmosphere. “Alright, enough with the downtime,” he said, his voice sharp but calm. “We’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes. Everyone up.”

As his words cut through the tranquility, the members started to stir. Sanzu muttered something about not wanting to move, Ran let out a long yawn, and Rindou grinned as he stretched, knowing Kokonoi’s orders were not something you could easily ignore. But as everyone began to get ready, their eyes naturally fell to you—still completely unaware, deeply asleep in Mikey’s arms, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Looks like our princess is out for the count,” Ran noted with a chuckle, his fingers brushing through his hair. “We can’t exactly drag her to a meeting like this.”

Kokonoi, looking more concerned about the meeting than your rest, raised an eyebrow. “She needs to be moved. We can’t have her staying in here while we handle things. We need to keep things professional.”

But the tension in the room was brief—no one wanted to disturb you, especially when you looked so peaceful.

“You think we should just leave her?” Kakucho asked quietly, glancing over at the others. His expression was one of concern, not wanting to disrupt your sleep, but knowing the meeting was important.

Before anyone could suggest anything else, Rindou spoke up. “I’ll carry her,” he said casually, but there was a softness in his tone that told the others he was already prepared to help.

You shifted slightly, murmuring in your sleep, but didn’t wake. Sensing the moment was right, Rindou slowly made his way to the couch where you were sleeping. He kneeled down beside you, his expression gentle as he carefully placed his hands beneath your shoulders and knees.

“There’s no way we’re letting her miss out on this meeting,” he said softly, his voice warm with affection as he gently lifted you into his arms. Your head lolled slightly against his chest, still deeply asleep.

Kokonoi watched the scene for a moment, eyes narrowed in professional calculation. “Make sure she stays comfortable. She can sleep in the meeting room, but don’t let anyone bother her.”

Rindou nodded, his face softening as he glanced down at you in his arms. He walked toward the meeting room, making sure to move with care and precision. He could feel the soft rise and fall of your breathing against him, the weight of you in his arms almost grounding him.

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The meeting room was a sleek, minimalistic space, typically used for intense discussions and high-stakes decisions. The large table in the middle was surrounded by chairs, each occupied by a Bonten member, their usual confident, business-minded energy settling into place. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of the city, but today, the focus wasn’t on the outside world. It was all about what was happening within the room.

But there was one thing out of the ordinary.

You were nestled comfortably in the corner of the room, resting peacefully on the couch, still fast asleep in Rindou's arms. Your head had lolled onto his chest, your soft breathing and occasional shift of your body the only sounds that filled the otherwise quiet room. The rest of the members seemed to have an unspoken agreement to keep things low-key, not wanting to disturb your rest.

Kokonoi, ever the professional, cleared his throat, calling attention to the meeting at hand. “Alright, let’s get started,” he said, his voice sharp but not unkind. “We’ve got a lot to discuss today. We need to make decisions regarding the new territory, and the logistics of moving the product through new channels. We can’t afford any more slip-ups.”

The room fell into an immediate hush as everyone straightened up and gave their undivided attention to Kokonoi. Even with you asleep in the corner, the business side of Bonten remained ever-present.

Kokonoi adjusted his tie and paced slowly in front of the table, making sure everyone was paying attention. His gaze flicked over the group—Sanzu leaning casually in his chair, his eyes half-lidded with disinterest, Ran tapping his fingers rhythmically against the surface of the table, and Rindou who had a protective hand resting on the side of your waist as you slept in his lap. The other members were all alert but trying to maintain their usual, laid-back vibe.

“We can’t afford another delay with the shipments,” Kokonoi continued, his sharp eyes flicking to each member as he spoke. “Mikey, I need you to push the plan forward with the other gang leaders. We need that deal to close fast.”

Mikey nodded, his eyes scanning the documents in front of him. “Got it. We’ll make sure it goes smoothly,” he said, his voice cool and authoritative, but his gaze occasionally drifting to you, still curled up comfortably in Rindou’s lap. There was a protective glint in his eye that wasn’t lost on the others.

Sanzu, ever the curious one, leaned forward in his chair and glanced at Rindou, his eyes briefly landing on you. He let out a low chuckle before speaking up. “You know, this meeting's a little more fun when you’ve got someone cute napping in the corner.” His tone was playful, but there was something warm in his voice as he looked at you.

“Don’t start,” Ran shot back, his tone teasing as he smirked at Sanzu. “You can’t be serious. How are we supposed to get anything done with all that cuteness around?”

Rindou shot Sanzu a look, a quiet but firm warning in his eyes. He didn’t like how the others teased, even if it was all in good fun. You weren’t just some trophy to be ogled. You were their darling, and they each protected you in their own way.

“You all need to focus,” Kokonoi added, shooting a sharp glance at the group. “There’s no time for distractions.”

Rindou adjusted his position slightly, still careful to make sure you were comfortable in his lap. He had his arm around you, the gentleness of his touch almost in contrast with the intensity of the meeting. His fingers lightly brushed against your hair, not wanting to disturb your rest but keeping you close.

“You’ve got her all cozy,” Ran remarked with a sly grin, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He was teasing, but his eyes softened slightly as they looked at you. There was something undeniably peaceful about the scene, and it made him feel oddly content despite the weight of the discussion. “Who knew Rindou had a soft spot for our princess.”

Rindou just let out a low hum, his expression unreadable as he continued to watch over you. He didn’t respond to the comment directly, but his actions spoke volumes. He gently adjusted the way you were resting in his lap, making sure your head remained supported while your body curled closer into his chest. He lightly rubbed his hand up and down your arm as if to reassure himself that you were okay.

It wasn’t typical for him to be so affectionate in front of others, but the peace you brought him—when everything was chaotic and unpredictable—was more than enough to make him want to protect you with everything he had.

Kokonoi, still discussing logistics, looked around the room, noticing that the attention had shifted momentarily. His sharp eyes caught the soft, almost protective glances the others were giving you.

“We can’t afford to be distracted,” he reminded the group, his voice cutting through the lull. “Get it together.”

Rindou’s eyes met his for a brief second, but his response was quiet. “She’s sleeping, Kokonoi. Let her rest. We can focus, too.”

For a moment, there was an unspoken understanding between Rindou and Kokonoi. Kokonoi didn’t argue, though his expression remained businesslike. “Fine,” he said, his tone softened just enough for Rindou to hear. “But make sure she stays safe. We can’t have her vulnerable.”

Sanzu, who had been lounging in his seat, shifted his attention back to the discussion at hand. “Alright, enough with the soft talk. We’ve got work to do. Mikey, what’s the deal with the new shipment? I thought we had a deadline this week?”

Mikey looked up from the papers, his face all business now. “We’re pushing it forward. There’s no more room for error.”

For the rest of the meeting, the room operated like a well-oiled machine. Everyone spoke with authority, debated the issues with sharp intellect, and pushed forward with the task at hand. But despite the usual hustle of Bonten’s business, the gentle presence of you—sleeping soundly in Rindou’s lap—remained at the heart of the room.

As the conversation turned toward the finalizing of the deals, Sanzu leaned back in his chair again, his eyes glancing at you as he quietly asked, “When this is over, you think we can all just rest for the day?”

Mikey, who had been the one to take charge of the meeting, glanced over at you with a soft smile. “I think she’s already doing that for all of us.”

The members exchanged quiet chuckles, their usual demeanor softening as the meeting wrapped up. Kokonoi made the final call, and everyone rose to their feet, the room shifting into the next phase of business.

But even after the meeting ended, they remained quiet around you, each member sharing a knowing look, a silent understanding that while they could manage Bonten’s affairs, you were their grounding force.

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The Bonten meeting room was, as usual, filled with the quiet hum of conversation and the weight of business that needed to be handled. Mikey, Kokonoi, and the others were gathered around the table, preparing for the crucial meeting with the gang handling the next shipment. It was a critical moment—the timing had to be perfect, and the details had to be flawless if they were going to ensure everything went smoothly.

On the couch, curled up under a soft blanket, you were still deep in slumber. The gentle rise and fall of your chest, the relaxed expression on your face, was a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. Rindou sat with you, his hand carefully resting on your waist, watching over you while the others talked business. He couldn’t help but glance at you every so often, the comfort of your peaceful presence settling his otherwise restless mind.

Meanwhile, the other members of Bonten were talking logistics—timing, routes, security—and the meeting with the shipment gang was about to begin. Sanzu sat back in his chair, a toothpick in his mouth, watching the others like he didn’t have a care in the world. Kokonoi, ever sharp, was taking notes, his usual efficiency in full force. Ran, his arms crossed, was quietly assessing everyone’s input with a distant look in his eyes.

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The room was quiet except for the sharp voices of Bonten's leaders and the murmurs of the other gang’s representatives. Mikey, Kokonoi, and the rest of Bonten were discussing the shipment deal, making sure every detail was in place. You were comfortably seated on the couch with a soft blanket, your eyes closed as you tried to rest amidst the chaos of the meeting. The weight of the room's tension barely fazed you, as you had become accustomed to the heaviness of Bonten’s business. Your presence, however, was an odd comfort in the cold, calculating world they worked in.

But it wasn’t long before the silence was broken by an unintentional, yet loud, clattering noise.

One of the men from the shipment gang, a lanky individual who seemed a bit too nervous for this kind of business, had fumbled with the coffee cup in his hands. His sudden shift in movement caused it to tip over, spilling the contents onto the table. The cup hit the surface with a loud bang, and that was all it took to pull you from your light sleep. Your body shifted on the couch, the blanket falling partially off as you groggily blinked your eyes open.

The room instantly went quiet, as if everyone had been holding their breath, waiting for your reaction. The man who had caused the spill froze, panic flashing across his face as he glanced over at Bonten's members, his eyes quickly darting to you.

Sanzu, ever the opportunist, smirked lazily from his seat across the room. “Nice job, pal,” he said with a half-amused, half-annoyed tone, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve officially woken up the princess.”

You rubbed your eyes, still trying to shake off the sleepiness, and noticed the eyes of every person in the room on you. It wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to wake up, but you sat up and stretched, sighing.

“Great…” you muttered, realizing that the tension in the air wasn’t only from the deal. It felt like a thousand eyes were on you now. “What’s going on?”

The man who had knocked over the cup shifted uncomfortably, his voice shaky as he apologized. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you—”

Before he could finish, Rindou shot him a look that could freeze anyone in place. His protective nature kicked in immediately as he leaned forward, hand resting on your shoulder. “You just disturbed our princess’s sleep,” he said coolly, his voice dripping with a barely concealed irritation. “Be more careful.”

Mikey, still sitting at the head of the table, glanced briefly at you before looking at the shipment gang's representatives with a dangerous calmness. “Keep it together,” he said, his voice sharp, but not raised. “We’re here to do business, not babysit.”

The other gang members shifted uncomfortably at Mikey’s tone, clearly aware of the subtle, but very real, threat in his words. The tension thickened as Bonten’s members exchanged subtle glares at the shipment gang, who were trying desperately to save face.

Kokonoi, ever the strategist, didn’t hide his displeasure. “This isn’t a daycare,” he muttered, tapping a pen on the table as he glared at the other gang’s members. “If you can’t keep your shit together, maybe we should end this meeting right now.”

The shipment gang's representative who had caused the spill flushed red, clearly on edge. “My apologies, we’ll be more careful,” he said hurriedly, fumbling with his papers to divert attention from himself. “Let’s just continue the deal, alright?”

Despite the tension in the room, you stretched again and rubbed your eyes, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “It’s fine,” you muttered, giving a soft, but slightly irritated, wave of your hand. “I’m awake now.” Your voice still held a hint of sleepiness, but the irritation at being woken up was clear in your tone.

Bonten’s members, still not entirely happy about the disruption, exchanged looks, but they didn’t push it further. Sanzu shot one last teasing remark your way, “Waking up from your beauty sleep like that, huh? Must be a pain.”

Mikey, who had been watching the interaction closely, didn’t even flinch. “If you’ve got something to say, say it now,” he said to Sanzu, his voice commanding but with a hint of warning. His gaze flicked back to the shipment gang members, the weight of his attention sending an unmistakable message that any further disruption would not be tolerated.

Kokonoi let out a low sigh, and with that, the meeting resumed, though the air was thick with unspoken tension. Mikey gave the nod to continue, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as he kept his eyes on the shipment gang.

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As the meeting went on, the conversation returned to the shipment deal. Mikey and Kokonoi led the negotiation, but everyone in the room was on edge. The shipment gang’s representatives seemed to understand they had overstepped, and their words became more careful, more measured.

You, still seated on the couch, finally shook off the last remnants of sleep and decided to pay attention to the deal. Despite the awkwardness, you could tell that the shipment gang was still trying to salvage the meeting, but Bonten was already on guard.

It wasn’t long before the deal was finalized. Mikey stood up, his eyes cold as he addressed the other gang one last time. “We’ve got what we need,” he said, his voice firm. “Next time, don’t make the mistake of waking her up.”

There was no room for argument. The shipment gang nodded, clearly eager to leave the room with the deal still intact.

Once the other gang members left, the tension in the room loosened, but it lingered in the air. Rindou moved to sit beside you on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulders protectively. “You alright?” he asked softly, looking at you with a mixture of concern and irritation.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’m fine. Just a little annoyed,” you said, running your hand through your hair. “But whatever. It’s over.”

Mikey, still standing by the table, gave a small sigh. “We’ll make sure they don’t mess up again,” he muttered, clearly still irritated by the earlier disruption. “Next time, there won’t be any chances given.”

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The meeting had finally come to an end. The shipment deal was settled, the signatures all secured, and the representatives from the rival gang filed out of the room, eager to leave with their business done. The Bonten members, however, lingered. Mikey, Kokonoi, and the others were finishing up the last of the details while you, seated on the couch, were barely holding on. Your exhaustion was palpable, and you could barely keep your eyes open.

Mikey glanced over at you with a soft chuckle, his lips curling up just slightly. He had been watching you throughout the meeting, and though you’d tried your best to stay alert, he could see the drowsiness taking over.

“Looks like someone’s about to pass out,” Kokonoi teased from across the room, an amused glint in his eye. “Maybe we should let her get some rest.”

You blinked, barely lifting your head from the plush cushions, but when you saw the others glancing your way, you tried to muster enough energy to speak.

“I’m really tired...” you murmured, the words coming out thick with sleep. “Can I just go to bed now...?”

You shifted slightly on the couch, your hands reaching out as if to ask for help. Your fingertips brushed against the armrest as you looked up at the others with sleepy eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. “Can someone... carry me to my bed?”

The room went silent for a brief moment, Bonten’s members exchanging soft glances. They all knew what you needed, and your request made them feel protective over you. Mikey looked over at you with a small, fond smile, but it was Sanzu who spoke up first.

“You look like you could barely move a muscle, doll,” Sanzu said, his voice teasing but with an edge of concern. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, and before you could even respond, you raised your arms slightly, palms open as if asking for help. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes. You needed comfort, and you knew that Bonten—your family—would always be there to provide it.

With a grin, Sanzu moved swiftly toward you. He crouched down in front of the couch and, without missing a beat, slipped his arms around you. You didn't protest as he gently lifted you into his arms, your head resting against his shoulder as you snuggled into him.

“You’re not getting away from me now, darling,” he murmured softly, his tone playful, but there was a softness in his voice as he held you securely.

You sighed contentedly, your eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed in his embrace. The warmth of his arms and the steadiness of his movements made you feel safe. As he stood, carrying you toward your room, the rest of the group followed behind.

“Can’t let her get too comfy without us, huh?” Kokonoi teased, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched you cuddle into Sanzu’s chest.

“Let her rest,” Mikey said quietly, though the hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “We’ve handled the business. She deserves it.”

As Sanzu walked down the hall with you in his arms, he looked down at you, his lips curling into a small smile. “You’re really something else, huh?” he said with a soft chuckle, his voice full of warmth. “Always so needy, but you know we don’t mind.”

You gave a soft hum, your face pressed into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I just like being taken care of,” you mumbled, your voice growing softer as sleep began to overtake you. “You all spoil me...”

When you reached your room, Sanzu carefully placed you onto your bed, adjusting the blankets around you as he tucked you in. You were already halfway asleep, but before you drifted off completely, you managed to mumble, “Can... can someone cuddle with me?”

Sanzu chuckled softly, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Of course, doll,” he said, his voice gentle and full of affection.

As he settled beside you on the bed, the others slowly filed in, each of them taking their place. Mikey sat at the edge of the bed, his expression softening as he looked at you. Kokonoi grinned and lay down on the other side, his arm extending across your waist in a protective manner.

“Get some rest, baby girl,” Kokonoi said softly, kissing the top of your head before settling beside you.

Rindou, who had followed them all in, didn’t hesitate either. He laid down on the other side of you, his hand gently resting on your arm. “We’re all here, doll. You’re safe with us,” he whispered, his voice soothing and tender.

The room felt warm and peaceful as Bonten gathered around you, making sure you were comfortable and at ease. You could feel their love and care surrounding you. The constant teasing and banter had melted away into something softer now that you were tucked in, surrounded by your protectors.

Mikey, always the one to make sure everything was just right, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sleep well, darling,” he whispered.

As the room grew quiet, you finally allowed yourself to drift off into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of Bonten.

The weight of the day had faded away, and for now, everything felt right.

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You woke up slowly, feeling the comforting weight of the blanket that had been carefully tucked around you. The warm, soft environment felt soothing, but there was an odd shift in the air that immediately caught your attention. It wasn’t as peaceful as it should have been.

You opened your eyes, blinking softly to adjust to the light, and looked around. Mikey was seated on the edge of the bed, his usual cool demeanor now tinged with something slightly off, though his gaze softened when he saw you wake up. Kokonoi was across the room, glancing your way before quickly looking away, as if trying to mask something. And over by the couch, Sanzu and Rindou were lounging, but their glances towards each other told you that something had shifted.

Kakucho, who had been sitting quietly near the window, also noticed you waking up. He shifted his gaze to you, but instead of his usual calm expression, there was a small, unreadable tension in his eyes. You could tell something was bothering him, but you weren’t quite sure what.

“Did I miss something?” you asked sleepily, your voice soft as you stretched beneath the blanket, rubbing your eyes. “You all seem... a little tense.”

The room fell into a brief silence, and then Sanzu smirked, though his voice had a teasing edge. “Guess someone’s been getting too much attention,” he joked, glancing between Kokonoi and Mikey. “Everyone’s feeling a little possessive, huh?”

Mikey's eyes flickered with amusement, but there was a hint of something else in his gaze. “I just don’t like the idea of anyone hurting my doll,” he said nonchalantly, but there was an underlying possessiveness that was hard to ignore.

Kokonoi finally spoke, but his tone was terse. “It’s nothing. Just... nothing important.” He waved his hand dismissively, but you could sense the frustration behind his words. He was avoiding looking at you, which was unlike him.

Rindou leaned back in his chair, observing the situation with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got everyone worked up today, doll. Mikey’s being extra clingy, and the rest of us are just... fighting for your attention.”

You blinked, trying to process the words. You had no idea you were causing any sort of tension, but you could feel it now. You never meant to make things difficult, but it seemed like your affection for them was creating a subtle rift between the members.

“Hey, no need to make a big deal out of it,” you said softly, standing up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. You walked toward Kokonoi, who was trying to act like everything was fine. He looked up as you approached, but quickly looked away again.

Without hesitation, you leaned down and kissed him, pressing your lips gently to his. It was a simple kiss, but you could feel the surprise in the way his body froze before relaxing. When you pulled back, he blinked in surprise, his lips curling into a small smile, his usual sharp expression softening just a little.

“That’s one,” you said, your voice light as you moved back.

The room seemed to exhale as everyone let the tension drop, but you could tell they were all watching closely, waiting to see what you’d do next.

You moved on to Sanzu, who was leaning against the couch, his playful smirk never far from his face. You walked up to him, and before he could react, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Two,” you said, your voice teasing. Sanzu chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you for a moment, pulling you a little closer before letting you pull away.

Then, you turned to Rindou, who was watching you intently, that mischievous grin of his not fading in the slightest. You didn’t hesitate, kissing him softly, feeling the warmth of his hand brushing against your cheek before you pulled away.

“Three,” you said with a soft smile, and Rindou let out a quiet laugh, clearly pleased.

Next, you walked toward Mikey, who was still watching you with that unreadable gaze. You leaned down and kissed him gently, feeling his hand slide to your waist as you pulled back.

“And four,” you murmured, your smile soft and satisfied.

Finally, your eyes shifted to Kakucho, who had been quietly observing from the corner of the room. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but you walked over to him and, without saying a word, leaned in and kissed him too. His reaction was immediate, his hands settling on your back as he kissed you back softly before you pulled away.

“And five,” you said with a small, teasing grin. Kakucho couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at his lips, his usual stoic expression cracking just enough to show how pleased he was.

“And the last one’s six,” you said as you made your way over to Ran, giving him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to place his hand on your cheeks and kiss you like a man starved for affection—something that earned plenty of protests from the others.

The room was silent for a moment as everyone processed what just happened. But this time, the tension had disappeared completely, replaced with an atmosphere of ease and affection.

Kokonoi leaned back in his chair, still trying to act cool, but there was no hiding the small smile on his face. “You really know how to make everything better, huh?”

Sanzu grinned widely, his arm slipping around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “Guess that’s one way to get everyone back on track.”

Rindou chuckled, shaking his head, clearly entertained. “You really know how to handle us all, doll. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”

Mikey watched you with a soft smile, a rare moment of warmth in his gaze. “You always know how to get to the heart of things,” he said, his hand resting on your waist. “Can’t stay mad at you for long.”

Kakucho, who had been quiet throughout the entire ordeal, gave you a small, affectionate smile. “You’ve got us all wrapped around your finger, haven’t you?”

You chuckled, relaxing into the moment. “I’m not going anywhere. You all know that, right?”

There was a chorus of affirmations, a mix of teasing and genuine affection, as Bonten settled around you, each member finding their place in your space. Kokonoi casually brushed your hair back from your face, his usual sarcasm softened by the warmth he felt for you. Sanzu leaned his head against yours, and Rindou flashed you a grin as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Mikey kept you close, his arm around your waist, while Kakucho simply looked at you, a quiet understanding in his eyes.

As you all settled into the comfort of one another, the earlier tension was nothing more than a distant memory. You were Bonten’s darling, their princess, and they were yours.

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The evening had fallen into a comfortable quiet as the Bonten members lounged in one of the plush lounges. Mikey, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Rindou, Ran and Kakucho were all seated, the usual energy of the gang replaced by an unusual calm. The room felt warmer than it usually did, a soft intimacy hanging in the air. The conversation had shifted to you, naturally—the one who had become the center of their world in the most unexpected ways.

“Do you guys remember the first time we met her?” Kokonoi asked, his usual cynicism softened by a nostalgic tone. His feet were propped up casually on the coffee table, but his eyes betrayed his thoughts, glancing toward Sanzu. “She really did catch everyone off guard that day.”

Sanzu let out a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he glanced at Rindou before looking back at the group. “How could I forget? She just waltzed into the meeting like she owned the place—no hesitation, no fear. We were all so caught up in the business talk, none of us even noticed her slipping in.”

You hadn’t been expecting it that day. You had no idea you’d end up in Bonten's territory, but you’d walked into the wrong room—an honest mistake. The way you had stood there, trying to gather your bearings, completely unaware of the heavy atmosphere in the room, was almost endearing. It was almost as if the air had shifted the moment you entered, catching everyone by surprise.

Ran chuckled, his grin wide as he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms across the backrest. “What really gets me is the fact that she didn’t even flinch. She just casually strolled in, picked up her yarn, and—bam—exposed that guy for lying.”

You had been there for a completely different reason—just searching for your yarn that had rolled under Mikey’s chair—but you hadn’t missed the fact that the guy talking had lied straight through his teeth. And you hadn’t hesitated to call him out on it.

Mikey smiled softly, remembering how he had watched you, intrigued and impressed. “I didn’t expect her to read him like that. I’m pretty good at spotting lies, but she made it look like child’s play. She didn’t even bat an eye.”

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It had been just another regular business meeting with a rival gang, tense negotiations over an important shipment. The members of Bonten were seated at the table, but the mood was anything but calm. They’d been speaking in cryptic phrases, guarding their words carefully, knowing that one slip could cost them. As usual, Mikey had been at the helm, keeping everyone in check.

But the real shift came when you stepped into the room.

You had walked in unassumingly, looking like you were just there to grab something you had lost. The gang members immediately stiffened, unsure whether they should ask you to leave or wait for you to leave on your own.

Mikey, ever the calm one, had simply looked at you, nodding as if your presence was no more than a casual occurrence. “It’s alright,” he’d said, his voice warm. “She’s with us.”

You hadn’t noticed the tension at all, your mind only focused on finding your yarn, rolling beneath Mikey’s chair. As you bent down to pick it up, your gaze flicked around the room, and without meaning to, you’d caught the flicker in the eyes of the rival gang leader sitting across from Mikey.

It was a small thing—something most wouldn’t have noticed. His posture had shifted ever so slightly, his eyes avoiding direct contact as he flashed a fake smile. The room was thick with suspicion, but no one had dared speak it aloud, except for you.

You didn’t even hesitate. “You’re lying,” you said, your voice quiet but firm.

The entire room froze. Everyone turned toward you, the words hanging in the air. The rival leader stammered for a moment, his confident smile cracking, before he recovered and tried to brush it off. But you’d already seen through him.

Mikey, leaning back in his chair with that cool smirk of his, had raised an eyebrow. “Explain,” he’d said, eyes twinkling with curiosity. He was fascinated—he’d seen many try to outwit him, but this was something different.

You had simply tilted your head and pointed out the small details—the way his posture had shifted, how his hands had trembled, and how his eyes avoided meeting yours. “When people lie, their bodies give it away. It’s the little things—eyes flickering, posture shifting—he’s uncomfortable, and he’s trying to hide it. The shipment details you’re presenting aren’t true.”

A long silence followed. Everyone in the room was stunned. The rival gang leader’s expression shifted, his confidence faltering. Mikey glanced at his men, who were just as shocked as he was. It wasn’t often they were caught off guard, especially not like this.

Kokonoi, ever the strategist, had leaned back, his gaze fixed on you. “That’s impressive,” he murmured.

And just like that, you’d already proven yourself. You didn’t even know it at the time, but you had unknowingly captivated their attention—and just like that, you became a part of their world.

Back in the present, Mikey was leaning back in his chair, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. You were now sitting across the room, your focus on the soft yarn in your hands as you crocheted, your concentration completely unbroken.

Mikey’s gaze softened, his usual coolness melting into something more genuine as he reflected. “I don’t think anyone expected you to be such an important part of Bonten when we first met you. But from that moment on, I couldn’t ignore you.” He laughed softly, shaking his head as if remembering the moment fondly. “You impressed me. Hell, you impressed all of us.”

Kokonoi chuckled, leaning forward slightly, the usual sharpness in his voice replaced with affection. “Yeah, I’ll admit, I didn’t see her sticking around either. But she just… got it. She understood the way people worked. And now, here we are.”

Sanzu, who had been lounging casually, let out a playful laugh. “You really had no idea what you were getting into, did you? You walked into our meeting, and now you’re the one who keeps us on our toes.”

Ran grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And you’ve got Mikey wrapped around your finger now too.”

Mikey smirked, giving Ran a pointed look. “Let’s just say I know a good thing when I see it.”

Finally, Kakucho, who had been silent for most of the conversation, looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I always thought Bonten was just about business. But when we met you, everything changed.”

You glanced up at that moment, catching his gaze. He gave you a small, affectionate nod, the usual stoic exterior softened as he spoke his next words with warmth. “You’ve become part of this family, whether we planned on it or not.”

The group fell silent for a moment, everyone absorbing the unspoken understanding that hung in the air. You weren’t just a casual part of their lives anymore. You were someone they had come to care about deeply—someone who could read between the lines and see things no one else could.

And as you sat there, the weight of their words hanging in the air, you couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling more at home than you ever expected.

___________________________________________________________________________

It was supposed to be an ordinary day. You were out running errands, humming to yourself as you walked down the street, totally oblivious to the dangers lurking around you. Bonten was busy as usual, and though they’d always warned you to be careful, you had a way of getting lost in your own little world.

That’s when it happened.

You didn’t see them coming, but you heard the footsteps—the heavy, deliberate ones that signaled something bad was about to go down. Before you could react, a hand shot out from the shadows, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a van. You kicked and screamed, but they were prepared. A cloth pressed to your face, and everything went black.

When you woke up, it took a few moments for the fogginess to clear. Your hands were bound behind your back, and your surroundings were unfamiliar—a dimly lit room with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the floor. You could hear muffled voices from outside, but there was no sign of your captors.

At first, the situation felt dire. But then, you remembered something important.

You weren’t helpless.

You were Bonten’s darling, and you weren’t going to let some random thugs make a fool out of you. The little tricks they had used to tie you up? Not going to work. You grinned to yourself.

You may have been tied up, but you had more than one trick up your sleeve. The moment you had been dumped in the room, you had already started analyzing the situation. You’d been trained in self-defense, and you knew how to break free when you needed to.

With a little bit of shifting and a few clever movements, you worked the knots loose around your wrists. It wasn’t long before you were free, silently creeping toward the door.

Moving through the dimly lit hallways of the building where they had taken you. As you crept further, a plan started to form in your mind.

One of the thugs had followed you out of the room—clearly thinking you were still helpless. Wrong move.

You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him toward you, pulling him off balance. A swift knee to the stomach made him grunt in surprise, but it wasn’t enough to take him down completely. But you didn’t need him to go down immediately. You dragged him, ignoring his confused and pained protests, down the hallway toward the exit.

You could hear footsteps getting closer—faint at first, but they were definitely getting louder. Mikey and the rest of Bonten were getting close, and you had no intention of letting the thug out of your grip. The fact that he was still struggling just made this moment more fun for you.

His feet shuffled awkwardly against the floor as you pulled him out of the hallway, closer to where Bonten was heading. You could almost taste the satisfaction in the air, the thrill of it, as you dragged him into plain view. And when you finally saw Mikey, Sanzu, Kokonoi, and Rindou rounding the corner, you couldn’t help but grin.

You yanked the thug into full view, making sure Mikey and the others saw you—and the man now on the floor at your feet. You let him drop to the ground with a thud, just as Bonten approached, their eyes widening in amused surprise.

Mikey, at the front of the group, took in the scene. His gaze flicked from you, to the thug lying on the floor, and back to you with a raised eyebrow. “And what do we have here?” he asked, his voice light but carrying the usual authoritative edge. “Did you need help with him, or was this all you?”

You crossed your arms and shot him a playful wink. “I was just showing him the door,” you said casually, tilting your head toward the thug, who was groaning on the floor. “They really didn’t think I could handle myself.”

Sanzu let out a low chuckle, eyeing the guy on the ground. “That’s one way to deal with it,” he said, clearly impressed. “You didn’t waste any time. But, seriously, that’s gotta be a new record for you. Kidnapped, then escaping and taking one of them down all by yourself? Damn, Princess, you really do love the chaos.”

Kokonoi wasn’t far behind, his lips curling into a smirk. “I’m starting to think we should’ve had you on guard duty instead of wasting time with the usual muscle.” He looked over at Mikey, as if to imply you were a more efficient choice. “Looks like she can handle herself better than half of us.”

You shrugged, dropping down beside Mikey, a playful grin still on your face. “I don’t mind helping out when I get a little bored. Besides,” you added, nodding toward the guy still on the floor, “I think he learned his lesson.”

Rindou, leaning against the wall nearby, smirked. “You really are something else. Just dragged him out like he was a ragdoll.”

Mikey’s smirk widened, clearly entertained. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” he muttered, as if this was just another regular day in the life of Bonten’s darling. But there was a certain warmth in his gaze, a pride that shimmered beneath his cool exterior. “Good job, kid.”

You let out a satisfied sigh, feeling the tension from the situation slip away. Your eyes scanned over the gang. Kakucho had been standing quietly behind everyone, a calm presence as always, but even he couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at you. “You know, you really do make things interesting.”

You tilted your head back, smiling up at him. “What can I say? I aim to entertain.”

Then, without skipping a beat, you turned back to Mikey. “Now, I’ve had enough of all this excitement. Can we get some boba and McDonald’s now? I’m starving.”

A beat of silence passed before Mikey raised an eyebrow, glancing at the others. “You really think after all this you can just ask for food?” he asked with a smirk, though there was a flicker of fondness in his eyes.

You stared up at him, the glint in your eyes mischievous. “Absolutely. I’ve earned it. And I’m not leaving until I get it.”

Without another word, Sanzu pulled out his phone, already typing away. Kokonoi leaned against the doorframe, clearly amused by the entire scene. Rindou and Ran just shook their head in disbelief. Kakucho, standing slightly off to the side, let out a low chuckle.

Mikey just shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the affectionate grin that spread across his face. “You really do make things more entertaining than they need to be, don’t you?”

You grinned back, settling down comfortably as Bonten began to prepare your order. “It’s what I do best,” you said. “Besides, who else could deal with a bunch of idiots like this and still want comfort food?”

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

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[gojosoups]

cw: smut, consensual spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, cum licking, f!reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proofread..like at all..

whenever you're being disobedient, you'll find yourself thrown across his lap, your bare ass up as he caresses your cheeks before giving them a harsh smack.

your body launching forward from the force of the impact as sobs escape your pretty whiny lips. each slap harder than the next, your ass stinging as he fondles it. his thick fingers playing with your pretty puffy lips, spreading your wetness across your folds and teasingly flicking at your cute clit, ignoring your whines and begging, before delivering another smack to your ass.

"how many was that?" he asks, his hand cupping your ass, trying to soothe the sting. you whine dumbly, lying helplessly across his lap, all thoughts leaving your brain as you blink away tears.

"please…" you cry out, nails digging into the sheets below you in frustration.

"wrong," he says with an evil grin, hand striking down to make contact with your poor, sore ass. your body lunging forward, the sound of skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room. your throat dry and rough as he pulls out silent screams from your wobbly lips.

hands grabbing your ass cheeks, he spreads them apart, taking a look at your pretty pussy, before spitting in it. a pathetic whine leaving your lips as you feel his fingers playing around with your juices and his spit, making a mess of your poor cunt.

a thick finger sneaking its way between your lips, curling into your sweet spot as you lose your breath. your legs twitching in pleasure as you feel his fingers stretch you open, stretching your tight pussy with his thick digit, leaving you begging for more and more.

your abdomen tightening as he adds a second finger, disappearing between your glistening wet lips and playing with your gummy walls. feeling your orgasm approaching, you squirm, trying to grind against his fingers, only for a gasp to leave your lips as he delivers another smack to your ass.

you look behind you, tears in your eyes as you beg your boyfriend to let you cum, brows furrowed in frustration and expression sour at having your orgasm denied.

"only good girls get to cum," he says, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, leaving you high and dry with a sore ass and needy pussy.

── gojo, GETO, NANAMI, toji, sukuna, MIGUEL O'HARA, eren yeager, ERWIN SMITH, light yagami, KANTO MANJI MIKEY, KANTO MANJI HANMA, AL HAITHAM, DOTTORE, PANTALONE, KAMISATO AYATO, TRAFALGAR LAW, zoro, shidou ryusei, SAE ITOSHI + your favs (I gave up lol)

a/n: really not lying when I said this is not proofread, sorry it's so shitty but I had to post something

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

[serotonins-stuff]

He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he can't help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you notice the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoes from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen

[metranart]

Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well. 

You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will! 

Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-…. 

Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess. 

Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever. 

“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”

Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say: 

“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”

There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this drabble 🥵

[mikgreo]

twt links.

nsfw minors dni. 『starring 』：jjk,bllk, and tr men

hes so childish

gojo, ino, yuji, shidou, bachira, karasu, aiku, baji, hanma, naoya, your fav

just for you pretty girl

nanami, choso, reo, ness, niko, aryu, yukimiya, kazutora, chifuyu, hakkai, mitsuya, kakucho, your fav

he needs you carrying his child

sukuna, geto, isagi, kaiser, kokonoi, rindou, mikey, your fav

using his strong arms for nothing but you

toji, nanami, kokichi, kunigami, noel, rin, barou, draken, taiju, shinichiro, your fav

morning sex<3

yuta, ino, megumi, chigiri, otoya, izana, naoto, (i have no idea), your fav

hes soo rough.

sukuna, toji, geto, barou, kunigami, shidou, aiku, sae, rindou, hanma, draken, wakasa

size+ breeding kink

toji, sukuna (again sorry 😞), kunigami, barou, hanma, taiju, your fav

hes such a slut for your pussy

gojo, inumaki, choso, karasu, aiku, kaiser, ran, sanzu, your fav

traveling with him

gojo, kokichi, sae, shidou, reo, izana, hanma, ran, your fav

using him

inumaki, yuji, choso, yukimiya, chigiri, isagi, bachira, takemichi, kazutora, hakkai, souya, your fav

“i promise ill be gentle”

gojo, geto, karasu, otoya, aiku, kunigami, rindou, hanma, wakasa, baji, your fav

so you interrupted his game..

megumi, ino, nagi, isagi, bachira, chifuyu, kazutora, mikey, inui, your fav

he treats her soo good.

nanami, yuta, geto, nagi, rin, aryu, yukimiya, mikey, hakkai, chifuyu, shinichiro, mitsuya, draken, your fav

BONUS!! duos<3

you’re such a good girl

satosugu, sukuna+toji, karasu+aiku, mikey+draken

they fill you up so good

satosugu, hanma+kisaki, bonten!mikey+sanzu, baji+chifuyu

princess treatment

satosugu (again.), choso+yuji, yuta+inumaki, isagi+bachira, chigiri+kunigami, kazutora+takemichi

spoiling you

satosugu, reo+nagi, aiku+sendou, itoshi brothers, haitani brothers, kawata twins, sano brothers/ shinichiro+izana, shiba brothers, kazutora+chifuyu

[stargirlo]

men that talk u thru it while they destroy ur insides ♡.

oki okie. having sex w ur boyfie can be consensual and gentle at some times, but there can also be nights were he absolutely destroys you in & out >< while he says the sweetest things against ur ear!! eek! it makes u melt into a little puddle like an ice cream melting on the sun.

he has u in a mating press, pussy in display, boobs all mushed against one another as his hips rut against yours. he's huffing and panting like a dog getting its treat before leaning his upper body against yours, his grip on the back of your knees tightens slightly as his hips snap and roll into your pussy. his cock nuzzles in deep into your sopping hole, a lewd squelch erupting along the way.

his lips brush against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

"my good girl, takin' me so well . . . you like it, baby? c'mon answer me . . ."

"i know, i know, sweetie . . . jus' one more 'kay? i promise, one last time."

as he brings you close to another orgasm, he'll always embrace you close to him, assuring you that you're doing such a good job and calling you his good girl :(( all the while ur a crying mess & babbling how it's too much, and he knows that it's too much 4 you </3

"let it all out baby, yeah i got you . . i got you, fuck─ you're so tight, sugar . . ."

"aah─ you're so pretty like this, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl . . ."

"fuck, look at me like that again and i might just fuck you again . ."

he prolongs the pleasure by rubbing your clit slowly in circles as he continues praising you, his cock throbbing and softening inside you as his cum slightly gushes out of your pussy, watching it flow down beneath the wrinkled bedsheets.

"i know i promised that this will be the last one but . . . i can't help it, sweetheart. need ta' fuck you one more time . . . can you do that for me, again?"

oh boyyyyyyyy :oooooo

💌: suguru geto, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, shinichiro sano, draken, mitsuya takashi, chifuyu matsuno, ran haitani (sometimes :<<<), jj maybank, hawks, zhongli, jing yuan, gepard, kuroo tetsuro ++ your favs!!!

[emmyrosee]

Imagine, while he’s putting on his shirt, the one you love so much, you quickly dart over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, and nuzzle into his chest. He tenses, keeps his arms up, but looks down at you through his looped arms.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” you mewl, relishing in the smell of his cologne. “I love this shirt…”

“You should love the man in the shirt,” he corrects, trying to nudge you off of his body. “Can we wrap this up? My arms are stuck-“

“Mmmno.”

“Haa?”

“No,” you repeat, hugging him tighter and closing your eyes, letting the warmth of his body mingle with yours. Your torsos press close against each other, and you purr at the safe feeling. “Don’t want to get up yet. I want to keep hugging you.”

“Can’t you hug me after my shirt is on?”

“It’s not the same,” you correct. “You’re warm.”

“I’ll be warm with the shirt on- I promise.” He chuckles and writhes slightly to try and shake you off, to no avail, your body merely swaying with his, and a stubborn giggle slipping out. “You’re being a brat, you know?”

“Im your brat though,” you say, resting your eyes, only to melt as his entangled arms lower to wrap around you, tugging you close. Your head gets forced closer to him due to the fabric, but you certainly aren’t going to complain. Your fingers run gently over the dimples in his lower back, and you feel him shiver slightly from the gentle touch, the tender skin there not used to the affection. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, nosing at your scalp gently before keeping still.

Beats of time pass, and while you know you should let him continue to get dressed, you can’t bring yourself to get up and let him, not wanting the most blissful part of your day end so soon.

And hey- if he really wanted you off, you know he’d make it happen.

He’s just as much of a sucker as you are.

——

hq: kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, hanamaki, IWAIZUMI, matsukawa, akaashi, SEMI, ushijima, KITA, SUNA, atsumu, OSAMU, ARAN, KIYOOMI

bnha: kirishima, sero, shinsou, BAKUGOU, aizawa, HAWKS, DABI

jjk: megumi, TOJI, geto, sukuna hehehehe, SHIU

tr: mikey, DRAKEN, BAJI

+ ur faves 🫶🏻

[nosyp]

Ride or Die

Warnings = mentions of non-con🔞 , captivity, false hope, infantilization, use of guns, killing/murder

Pairings = Bonten x fem! reader

Summary = Meeting them was a mistake. A fatal mistake on your end. Now you're trapped in their operation.

Word count = 5.7k words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re running, but you’re not fast enough. They’re probably just right behind you. You had no idea what you were going to do even if you were to escape; there was no safe house waiting for you whatsoever.

Who are they? And why are they chasing you?

Ah right— Mikey and his lackeys. 

He probably had hundreds, but none come close to Kokonoi, Sanzu, Mochi, Kakucho, Takeomi and those freak siblings, Ran & Rindou. They were practically a package, if you messed with one of them, you messed with the others.

You couldn’t remember, but it was Kakucho? Maybe he was the one that offered you a job at his company. It was a simple task really, just be there for a few days of the week, not even everyday. 

Seemed easy enough, but that was your mistake for thinking that it was just an innocent job. The job being having their cocks shoved deep inside your throat or deep inside you 24/7. Believe it or not, it felt kind of weird when you didn’t have something inside you. It was just the effect of it overtime.

Ever since the day you crossed paths with them, your life just seems to keep getting worse. From how controlling they get to how possessive they are over you, it was annoying.

You swore you could count how many times they let you out of the office with just one hand, and it was only three times. One was for clothes shopping and even then they bought a huge amount of clothes for you at once to avoid any unnecessary shopping trips. 

You still felt that lingering feeling of their touches, even if it happened long ago. The way their hands just seemed to invade any non-existent boundaries just seemed to make you even more uncomfortable than you already were. 

You remembered how you begged to let them let you put your clothes on by yourself. It was like they were convinced you couldn’t be trusted to do simple tasks, it was like they were convinced you were a child of some sort. 

“Stop it, I can do it myself. Just let me go in the changing room, it’s not like I have any chance to escape,” you complain to Ran, even though you knew the argument was only going to come in from one ear and exit the other ear.

“Hmm? I’m just tryna help, just let me help you,” he says with an iron grip on the door of the changing room, not allowing you to close it.

And after that, the memory just blurs… but you just can’t shake off the uncomfortable feeling.

That time was also the time they implemented an “unwritten” rule of giving you 0 privacy. Whether it’d be showering, changing clothes, or even sleeping… one of them always had to be beside you, breathing down your neck as you did simple activities.

It didn’t happen all the time, but it happened most of the time. They did it mostly to annoy you if anything, they knew how you hated having no time for yourself, but technically, everyone hates it.

The second time was to have you trick their client into believing that they aren’t being threatened. The same way they had tricked you into believing that they were trust-worthy.

“S-sir please, they aren’t dangerous at all!” the lies spill from your mouth.

You had felt bad for the man; actually you felt bad for anyone who had the bad fortune of getting anywhere near Bonten. 

“You’re clearly just as messed up as all the others! How could a sweet woman like you fall for their type of behaviour!” he spat out, each word hitting you like a sharp blade to the chest.

You could see the disappointment in his eyes. You felt like a daughter who just got scolded for failing the recent math test. Speaking of tests, the third and last time was… a test as well.

In some sick way, they all had collectively agreed to give you that false hope. The false hope of believing that you were able to be free. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday. The door was wide-open, well not really. But that day, there weren’t any guards stationed near the entrance, and none of them were seen. You should’ve known. After all those weeks and months of carefully watching you, why would you be left alone all of a sudden?

You remembered the series of events. It started when you stood in the common room, looking through the shelves on the walls, the furniture, and the decor. They barely bothered to give you any sort of entertainment. They hadn’t let you have a phone, tablet, nor a laptop. Actually, they didn’t let you have anything.

The boredom drove you crazy; it was pure torture. That was when you started fidgeting with the door… and you realised. 

The door wasn’t locked… it was unlocked. 

You looked around at the surroundings, a lump starting to form in your throat. The usual watchful eyes, the always-present guards were all gone, as if they’ve dissipated into thin air. The hallway stretched before you, eerily silent, untouched by the suffocating presence that had come with your every move for months.

For the first time, there was no one. No lingering figures in the corners, no distant murmurs of conversation, no sharp clicks of your dress shoes against the polished floors. Just stillness.

And that was when the thought crept in, fragile and dangerous.

‘I could be free.’

The possibility lodged itself in your chest, a spark of hope so reckless it almost hurt. Your fingers twitched at your sides, your body was torn between instinct and disbelief. It had to be a trick. It had to be.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if— by some impossible twist of fate— they had finally let their guard down?

But, no, of course they didn’t. They had given you that chance just to mess with you. 

You remembered the aftermath of the ‘escape’. You remembered how they held you down and raped you. They claimed that it was a necessary lesson for you.

You remembered how you whimpered, begged, and screamed for them. The memory still rung in your head like a death knell. 

And, even after that, you dared to try and escape again. That’s what you’re doing now. You’ve been trapped long enough to know that they’ve probably added drastic measures just in case you got too far but you highly doubted it was that bad.

The premises was a mix of an apartment and a work building. Half of it was dedicated to tending to business and the other half was for living in. And you had the oh so unfortunate experience of living in it.

Well, whatever, you’re here now. 

People say “run like a girl” means to run for your life. And you agree with that. The way you’re running right now was like a crazed lunatic on drugs. Your lungs were on fire. Your legs were on fire. Everything was on fire. You disagreed with alcohol, but the way it burned your tongue helped burn away the pain.

You weren’t planning to escape right now, but you were planning to escape. The reason you despised school and having a nine-to-five job is because of how suffocating it felt. This is how you feel now and forever with them.

As mentioned before, you’ve tried to run so, so many times— yet they keep capturing you and bringing you back.

They were like annoying mosquitos who chased you around for blood, never able to leave you alone and similarly, hunting you down for blood. The only difference being their motive.

You lost track of time ever since you started running. Last time you checked it was 7.50 AM in the morning and you just finished breakfast with the same group of people who kept you captive.

It was like hell.

“Darling, why haven’t you eaten anything…? We are soooo worried about you,” Sanzu joked, earning a chuckle from all the other members. 

“You should eat. We spent good money on the food.” firmly stated by Mikey. He was never like the others. He always had that intense, serious, terrifying aura surrounding him at all times— but don’t get it twisted, he was just as messed up.

“Fuck you.” you thought to yourself, but, oh, how badly you wanted to say it to them. 

All you had— no, can— do right now was just to focus on running. You had managed to run all the way onto the main road. You threw your arms up high in the air around in hopes of gaining any driver’s attention, and luckily you did.

As soon as the door to the red pickup truck opened, you quickly blurted out: “Please, take me far, far away from here.”

“Do what the lady says fool, DRIVE.” a lady from the back suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said. She had beautiful, shiny, blonde hair travelling down her back and her lips were the perfect shade of pink… okay get yourself straight now.

“Alright! Calm it down a notch would’cha?” he says, each word being spit out. 

Breathlessly and shockingly, you managed to mutter a small “Thank you so much…”.

“No worries! What’s it all about anyway? Runnin’ from yer parents?” she asks.

“No… no… nothing of that sort. I’m… just running from an…ooh…! Wait a second… let me catch my breath…” you gasp.

“It’s alright, just take your time,” the man in the driver seat replies.

Your gaze drops down, scanning your legs. The place was isolated, it was practically in the middle of nowhere, but not really… rather, it was in the middle of the woods. A few seconds of silence passed by to let yourself collect your thoughts and scene of events.

Wait… what even happened?

What date is today anyway?

All you remembered was seeing a job offer at… Bonten… building? There was a job interview for you on July 28th, 2017. You accepted it… and… wait what happened? 

—

Around 6 months ago~

Your heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, each step measured exactly the same distance from one another and deliberate as you approached the receptionist’s desk. Yes, it might’ve been a bit too extra but you might as well since you’ve already gone through and through with all the other preparations.

Today, you had actually left behind your usual overstuffed purse to minimize the risk of dropping your bag and letting all the contents fall out and also for a lesser chance of drawing unwanted attention since having an extremely full bag did somewhat draw attention to you in an expected yet unexpected way.

You were dressed in a fitted black blazer to what people would say “over-ironed” white, buttoned shirt. Every piece of your outfit was meticulously chosen to show that you were there for business. A tight pencil skirt hugged your form, perfectly cinched at the waist by a thin belt and even your hair and makeup were flawless, every detail put together for the sake of looking professional. 

Click. Click. Click.

“Good evening ma’am, do you know where to meet uhmm… Kakucho Hitto?” you ask her.

Her eyes darken before she looks up at you. Her eyes seemed dull, as if there were no emotions behind her. Well, now you understand why. 

You should’ve noticed how her demeanor was back then. You could’ve chalked it up to just a “bad day”, but they way she acted was abnormal. 

“Yes, he— I mean Boss Kakucho is on floor 10, third room to the right.” she firmly states.

“Thank you…” you gratefully say to her. 

Ding!

The elevator doors slide open smoothly with a quiet chime following it, and you walk in. Oh, there’s also another person. He had… red and white eyes? It was rare enough to see someone with heterochromia let alone see someone with red eyes and/or white eyes only.

"She said the third room to the right… right?" you mutter to yourself, forgetting about the man beside you in the elevator.

A low chuckle comes from him, but barely hear-able from the low hum of the elevator. But you still shift your head towards him, locking gazes.

"Talking to yourself, huh?" His voice is smooth, but there’s something in his tone that makes your skin get goosebumps.

You stiffen slightly before forcing a small laugh. "Oh, yeah… Just making sure I don’t get lost."

His gaze lingers on you, dark eyes sharp and unreadable. "Third room to the right. Floor 10." A pause. "That means you're going to Kakucho's office."

You blink your eyes at him. "Uh… yeah. Do you know him?"

There’s a sudden, well not really sudden, shift in the air— a suffocating one at that, it’s subtle but inescapable. He exhales, tilting his head just enough for the overhead lights to cast a small ray of light along his sharp features. 

"Oh…" he says. "That’s me."

The elevator dings. The doors slide open. But for some reason, you don’t move.

It reveals a long and narrow hallway lined with the same identical doors everywhere. The dim lights above cast small, faint shadows along the walls. It somehow made the area feel both like an endless void and yet… claustrophobic at the same time.

“Come with me,” he states firmly, ordering you. You do follow him and to your luck, the interview went smoothly. 

That’s why you came back, no?

Now that you’re thinking about it, you weren’t lucky at all.

—

Once you’ve gathered everything in chronological order, the story comes out like a word vomit. 

“U-ugh… So it StartsWithMeGettingAJobInterviewAndIGotTheJobButTurnsOutTheWholeCompanyWasJustAHugeMafiaThingOrSomethingAndAfterThat…”

And it continues…

With every word spilling out of your mouth, the two other people in the car just look even more shocked. You swore their jaws only dropped further on the ground as the story-telling went on. 

“W-wait… so you’re running away from… them right now?” she clarifies with you. She doesn’t seem too confused about the story since, it’s just basically torture on your end. 

“YES!” you say to her, glad that she understands for the most part.

“S-should we… call the cops…?” the guy asks, looking concerned as hell.

You stare at him for a while, completely unresponsive. Then, you swallowed the lump growing in your throat. “N-no… you can’t do that. If I get caught again, it’s going to be even worse if the cops get involved.”. 

“Dude! This is crazy. I feel like it’ll get worse if the cops DON’T get involved?” the guy asks, slightly laughing at your logic. He takes his arms off the steering wheel for a while to show his shock and turns his body to you.

Your body jolts at the unexpected rise of volume. “I get it but look, I-I’m sorry… but I don’t want this to get worse!”

“Girl, you’re absolutely delusional if you don’t think we are gonna call the cops.” she says before whipping out her phone from her purse.

“Wait— no— stop!” you yell. Instinctively, you try to jump to the backseat to rip her phone from her hands.

“Hey! What the hell?!” the guy screams as your sudden shove jerks the wheel, causing the car to go into a wild, sudden swerve.

SCREEECH— SKRRRTT—

The tires shriek against the pavement, the entire vehicle violently turning left, then right, then left again— nearly spinning out of control. The force slams you against the door roughly, your heart starting to hammer against your chest as the car skids dangerously close to the separator thing in the middle.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he shouts as he tries to regain control of the car. His grip starts to tighten around the wheel, causing his knuckles to turn white from gripping the wheel.

“Ugh—! Just let us help you!” she shrieks, trying to loosen your grip on her wrist. 

“No! Y-you can’t!” you yell back at her.

“GIRLS STOP IT!” the driver screams loudly. The outsiders probably heard it too.

“Alright fine, we won’t call the cops. Well, not until we find you somewhere safe.” the girl subsides.

“Thank you…” you say, going back to your seating position and crossing your arms angrily.

The car goes quiet for a few moments, all of you sharing the awkward moment. The only sound you could hear at this point was the hum of the car engines and the honking and yelling from the outside. 

The silence was unnerving, but it was probably best that no one talked at the moment. 

That was until you let out a sigh and finally muttered a response. “Fine… you guys promise to call the cops when I get to a safe—”

Then an impact came out of nowhere. One second, the streets were quiet with just the quiet sounds of the road along with the car and suddenly, the next being a pair of headlights cut through the dark, and then—

A huge crash.

The vehicle fell sideways. Metal screeched against the cemented ground. Glass exploded, sending shards everywhere. The seatbelt went deeper into your chest, locking you in place as the car spun out of control before slamming to a stop.

For a moment, there was only the ringing in their ears. The scent of burnt rubber. The weight of shock pressing down on their ribs.

Then— footsteps. They were heavy, terrifying.

A silhouette approached through the haze of broken headlights, the soft click of a lighter from the silence. The fiery glow of a cigarette revealed a familiar emblem embroidered in black.

Bonten. It was them.

Your stomach dropped. This wasn’t just an accident, no, this was your kidnapping version two.

—

You woke up with a bag over your head. You could tell the room was empty with how any small sound was echoing since there was nothing to absorb the sound, only the walls reflecting it.

Your wrists were tied behind your back and so were your ankles. They were starting to hurt with just how tight they were around your joints. The ropes seemed to be those huge, heavy ropes that you would use on a farm animal rather than a human. There were sharp strands standing astray from the pack, sharply rubbing against your skin. It’s going to hurt, just like their usual trademark. 

You tried to jump up, but the only result was an echo of the metal chair moving. 

Then— the door locks clicked.

“Get in quicker, you dumb whore.” Rindou orders. You’re sure it was Rindou, the voice matched his and so do the words.

“Alright, alright! Just be nicer— I’m a fragile girl okay?!” a female voice yells back.

The bag is ripped off your head, and now you can see. You can see the girl from before kneeled in front of you, her hands tied behind her back as well. Shit.

“Hey!” you jump. “P-p-p-please don’t hurt her!”

Ran moves over to you, hands moving above your head… and it goes down… and again… and again… in a stroking pattern. It might’ve been lovely… if only not for the situation. Then, he leans down to your ear to whisper, “Y’know… you should’ve just obeyed our rules.”

Right. Their three “simple” rules. Don’t escape, don’t disobey orders, and don’t do anything without one of them being present.

Click.

The sound of a gun.

And it was pressed onto her temple.

“Any last words to her?” Sanzu asks, his finger on the trigger.

“W-wait! I’ll do anything!” you suddenly yell out.

“Ohohoh… you really think you can do that now…? It’s far far too late for that now, darling.” Sanzu says, sadistic eyes drilling holes into you.

Shoot. What are you supposed to do? Someone who wasn’t supposed to get involved got involved and now they’re held at gunpoint while you were bound onto a chair, unable to help them.

Your breath hitched as you struggled against the restraints, the rope starting to drill into your wrists. Panic clawed at your chest, drowning out every rational thought. She was innocent, shaking… and she squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling under the cold press of Sanzu’s gun.

“Please—” you choked out, voice raw with desperation. “Please, she’s not involved! This has nothing to do with her!”

Sanzu’s lips curled into a grin, his finger teasing the trigger. “Oh, but she is now,” he sings, tilting his head. “And whose fault is that?”

You.

It’s your fault.

Your mistake.

Your punishment.

“Please,” you whisper, throat tight. “I’ll take whatever you want. Just let her go.”

Ran lets out an amused hum, his hand still lazily stroking your head like you were some pet begging for mercy. “That’s cute,” he murmurs. “But you know the rules. No disobedience. No escaping. No acting without one of us.”

He clicks his tongue, and his grip tightens in your hair, yanking your head back painfully. “And you broke every single one.”

Sanzu’s laugh is light, almost playful. “It’s a shame, really. She seems so… sweet.” He leans down, his voice dripping mock sympathy. “Go on. Say your goodbyes.”

Tears burn in your eyes. “Please…”

Your voice cracks.

Sanzu sighs. Then—

Click.

Bang.

The sound rips through the air like a whip, and for a second, time stops.

A scream lodges in your throat. Blood splatters all over. It’s warm, sticky and all over your skin, and when you force your eyes open, your stomach turns to ice.

The girl slumps forward, motionless.

Sanzu hums, spinning his gun on his finger as if he didn’t just pull the trigger. “Oops,” he chuckles. “Guess you were too late.”

Ran releases your hair, letting your head drop. The weight of the moment crushes you, suffocating, unbearable.

Then, a hand cups your cheek— gentle, almost tender. You flinch.

“Shhh,” Ran coos, tilting your face up to meet his violet eyes. “You brought this on yourself, sweetheart.”

Sanzu crouches in front of you, resting his gun under your chin, forcing you to look at him through blurry, tear-filled eyes.

“Now,” he purrs, “let’s talk about…” Sanzu moves towards the door, pressing the door handle and opening the door.

It was to reveal the other guy. The guy who was supposed to drive you to safety. But only because you demanded him to. How’d you get 2 people killed in less than a day?

Sanzu grins, stepping aside to let the man stumble in. He was barely standing. Blood dripped from several spots on his head, staining the collar of his shirt. His breaths were ragged, uneven, as if he had been beaten within an inch of his life before being dragged here like a trophy.

"Look who we found at the scene lurking around," Rindou drawls from behind him, arms crossed. "He was trying to escape but… he was not very subtle, was he?"

Your stomach churns. He wasn’t supposed to get caught. He was supposed to be long gone out of this hellhole, far away from them. And yet, here he was.

The man lifts his head, eyes meeting yours. Defeated.

Broken.

Sanzu leans against the chair you’re tied to, sighing dramatically. “Now, I am gonna let this slide. Maybe teach you a little lesson and send you back to your pretty little room.” His fingers trail along the side of your face before he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at the man. “But then you had to go and involve him too. How greedy.”

“Sanzu,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “Please.”

He pouts mockingly. “Aw, you sound so sad.” He spins the gun between his fingers before pointing it at your driver. "You already lost one. Think you can handle losing another?"

Ran chuckles, draping an arm over your shoulders. "Or maybe," he muses, "we make this interesting. How about a little… choice?"

Sanzu grins, eyes glinting with something wicked. "Yeah. That sounds fun." He crouches down next to you, tilting his head. "So, what'll it be, sweetheart? Him?" He gestures to the beaten man. "Or you?"

The room feels colder. Your pulse pounds in your ears.

There’s no right answer.

There never was.

Because you knew either way, you’d both die. It’s just they’d probably let you live longer, just to live with the guilt.

“So… how is it Y/N?” Takeomi asks, his deep raggedy voice echoing through the room.

“Shoot me.” you answer, with almost no hesitation.

“WRONG!” Sanzu yells before quickly moving the gun over to him, and pressing the trigger.

Bang.

The shot rings out, sharp and final.

Your body jerks against the restraints, a strangled noise catching in your throat as the man crumples to the floor. Blood pools beneath him, spreading like ink across the cold concrete. His chest shudders once— twice— before falling still.

Gone.

A choked sob forces its way past your lips. You did this. You led him here. You got him killed.

Sanzu exhales, almost bored, before twirling the gun and slipping it back into his holster. "Tsk, tsk. You really thought we’d let you choose?" He crouches, tilting his head with a smirk. "That’s cute."

Ran clicks his tongue, brushing a hand through his hair before crouching next to you. His fingers brush your cheek, almost affectionate. Almost. "See, sweetheart, it was never about the choice. It was about watching you break."

And you were.

Piece by piece.

Sanzu claps his hands together, standing back up. "Now that the fun’s over, let’s move on, yeah?" He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

His grin stretches wider, wicked and sharp. "You’re ours. You always were. And after this? You always will be."

Ran hums in agreement, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. "Now, be a good girl and behave, alright?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Because you can’t escape.

Then, the door opens once again. It’s Kakucho.

“Hmm, are you guys done?” his hand still on the handle, he glances shortly at the scene inside the room. “Clean it up. Once you’re done, bring her down. Mikey called.”

Then, the door shut behind him. 

Your breath hitches. Mikey.

The name alone sends a shiver down your spine.

Sanzu clicks his tongue, rocking back on his heels before standing up. “Well, you heard him,” he sighs, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ran hums, giving your face one last slow, mocking pat before standing as well. “We should make her presentable first,” he muses, glancing at the blood smeared across your face. “Mikey won’t like her looking like a mess.”

You barely register their words. Your ears are still ringing, your body trembling as you stare at the lifeless body in front of you.

It’s over. He’s gone.

Because of you.

A hand grips your arm, yanking you forward. You stumble, legs barely holding you up as Ran steadies you with an almost gentle touch.

“Come on now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice deceptively soft. “Let’s not keep Mikey waiting.”

Sanzu only grins, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what he has planned for you.”

And as they drag you out of the room, past the blood, past the bodies.

—

Somehow, their definition of making you presentable was putting you in a super see-through, lacy lingerie. It was a shade of pastel pink, and had a beautiful motive… it’s just the situation wasn’t as pretty.

The humiliation burns hot inside you, it’s hotter than the fear.

Sanzu lets out a low whistle, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. “Damn, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “You clean up nice.”

Ran smirks, tugging at the delicate lace strap on your shoulder before letting it snap back against your skin. “Mikey’s gonna love this.”

You swallow down the lump in your throat, glaring at them despite the helplessness weighing you down. Your arms are bound, your body exposed, and yet, they look at you like you’re nothing but entertainment.

“You bastards,” you seethe, voice trembling.

Sanzu only grins wider, stepping closer until the cold barrel of his gun rests under your chin again. He tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his manic gaze.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he purrs, voice sickly sweet. “You stopped being in control the second you thought you could defy us.”

Ran sighs, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. “Enough playing around. Let’s go.”

Then, without warning, they grab you, forcing you forward. You stumble, the cold air prickling against your exposed skin.

You go down the halls, then down the stairs. And when the doors swing open…

Mikey is waiting.

You expect to be slapped, beaten, punched, but no. He doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he brings you out into the cold, dark night. Seeing the dark forest in front of you reminded you of the escape attempts.

His touch is rough, unforgiving. He releases you from his grip and pushes you out past the threshold. You stare out at the forest.

The forest is dark— suffocatingly so. The thick cluster of leaves letting small traces of moonlight through the dense branches. The air is humid and thick with the scent of earth, soil and death. The smell was the kind of smell that holds onto you and makes itself at home in your lungs. 

The ground beneath is uneven. Roots coming out from underground and damp leaves creating uneven bumps on the ground. Twisted branches reaching out reminded you of your own fingers reaching out for help. They create shadows that move along with the faint flickers of movement, never failing to frighten you everytime.

It’s silent. But the silence isn’t empty. It’s laced with something, something just out of reach. It’s the kind of silence that makes the hairs stand up, one that messes your head up. It’s the kind of darkness that doesn’t just hide things. It’s like swallowing anything and anyone to enter whole.

You could barely see anything through the darkness, but those are the things you remembered from the many times you ran through the forest. It was kind of like your second home at that point. 

Nonetheless, you were still far too shocked from before.

“W-what the hell d-d-do you want me to do…?” you ask, shivering since the sheer clothing didn’t do much in shielding you from the cold.

“Go. If you wanted to create such a huge scene, then do it. Run. We’re letting you have one last attempt.” Mikey responds coldly, completely inconsiderate of the situation you were put in before.

“W-what…?” you ask again. What the hell?

He lets out a loud, disappointing sigh before coming closer to your fallen form. “Go have one last run around the forest before we chain you up.” he pauses before crouching down to meet your eyes. “I have Sanzu, Takeomi, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, Mochi and Kakucho waiting out there for you. Once you’re done with your shenanigans, they’re going to bring you back.”

“H-huh…?” you stare at him in disbelief. “I-I-I-”

“You-you-you what?”

“I don’t want to…”

“Didn’t you hear me? Have one last run, go. I’m not repeating myself anymore.” he says with a finger softly stroking your cheek.

“I-I don’t want to… I want to stay with you… Mikey…” you say defeatedly.

Mikey’s eyes darken. Something shifts. The moment of forced gentleness vanishes like a wisp of smoke, replaced by something colder, sharper.

His fingers, once ghosting along your cheek, suddenly tangle in your hair—and then he yanks. Hard. Your head snaps back, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as pain blooms along your scalp.

“You want to stay with me?” he echoes, voice eerily calm, but there’s a quiet rage simmering beneath it, barely restrained. His grip tightens, pulling your face inches from his. “After all that fucking running? After making us chase you down like some pathetic little stray?”

His lips curl, disgust flashing in his darkened gaze. “You really think saying that now is gonna change anything?” He tugs again. “Don’t act helpless now, sweetheart. You weren’t so eager to stay when you were trying to claw your way out of here.”

He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper, but it’s anything but gentle. It’s venomous. “Go run. Make it fun for us. Or do you want me to drag you out there myself?”

“N-no… please. I just want to stay with you… I’m sorry.” you pant, shooting pleading eyes up at him in hopes he’ll give in.

“Fine. Let’s just go back in.” he says, almost too easily. Mikey wasn’t one to be persuaded easily. 

Mikey doesn’t say anything as he yanks you forward, his grip bruising against your skin. The night air still lingers on your body, cold and sharp, but it does nothing to stop the suffocating heat crawling up your spine as you step inside. The door slams shut behind you, cutting off the outside world, the last sliver of freedom you had, and replacing it with the suffocating presence of them.

They weren’t outside. They weren’t waiting. They were here all along.

Sanzu is just sitting lazily in a chair, spinning the gun used to traumatize you between his fingers. Takeomi leans against the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Ran and Rindou are smirking, eyes filled with condescension, like they already knew how this would play out. Mochi says nothing, his presence alone enough to make the room feel smaller. Kakucho stands at the back, watching, always watching.

You feel sick.

The weight of their stares presses down on you, suffocating, humiliating. Because Mikey never intended for you to run. No, he actually let you go. Gave you the chance to run… because he knew you wouldn’t.

Because you couldn’t.

And now, standing in front of them, exposed and weak, it finally hits you.

You never had a chance.

Not against them.

Not against him.

And now, you were right where they wanted you. They had predicted you didn’t want to do it. 

[izanaslvr-444]

i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.

[haruchuchuiyo]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ? —​

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 ! 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕

TW : Voyeurism | Harassment | Sexual Harassment | Misogyny | Dub-con ( implied ) | Non-con ( implied ) | Death ( implied )

Reader: non disclosed ( can be read as fem | non-binary | male )

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ : ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ ʜᴀɴᴀɢᴀᴋɪ | ʀᴀɴ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ

Refer to glossary for word definitions / meaning.

Note: Updated with more new info to Ran [original post] ( Ran doesn't get a reader interaction because reader is cremated, thank you and goodnight. )

⚠ Lowlife

Unemployed!TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI wc 0.7k

( Type : Disgusting Neighbour | Danger Level : Low )

The lowlife really is the slowlife after all. Didn't take much more for TAKEMICHI to get fired from the DvD store,

flaking shifts to flubbing up stacking shelves it's surprising he didn't get the boot sooner. He's been causing all sorts of public disturbance since he started this sorry story for himself, first it was stealing umbrellas, then it was 'borrowing' bicycles, late night konbini booze benders, keying cars (seriously ?!). General bad hygiene, unidentified stains who knows where? You know where. 'YUCK'! The tatami floors' long been consumed, nothing but a sea of empty beer cans and cheap convenience store food containers stacked up haphazardly. The un eaten soba noodles bits have long since petrified to the plastic. More than drain flies orbit about the compact now unusable sink area. Mystery used tissues.. All stuffed in a glorified shoe box apartment made of paper thin walls. Seriously, he's driving himself slowly mad with his state of living conditions, more than just rubbish is starting to accumulate.. Neighbours closest to his proximity are beginning to suffer 'his consequences of living.' Like.. Is this some kind of retribution against those with a life?

Well,,

One of the next door residences have had it with him!

Hand-written letters, a detailing civil complaint! One after another have been pouring though his letter box,

" It's just too bad, He can't take a hint! " - voice tightening in frustration.

" does he know any better—?" Your well meaning, but preoccupied upstairs neighbor retorts.

A typical response from a typical middle age working woman, soon retiring. Too little time to listen about your issues.

It was a rare and brief passing exchange of condolence she offered you in the expanse walkway of your floor. It's you alone. The rest of the residents. Far more self concerned with their own lives, to spare you the time of day. It's a lonely front..

Another letter you post.

Never taking out clothes out from the shared laundry room! Never taking out the general waste bin for pickup! Never turning down the volume when watching those perverted gravure JAV DvDs on the tv... Yeah that's him, at it again. Gross . Seriously gross .

God

just like

get a girlfriend or something .

no

Wait. actually No , just No!!

That's so wrong ! That would be a disgrace to all women. To be stuck with that. A bum of a guy like, well,, that.

What he needs is a LIFE !

Everyday of this tenancy there's always something new,

a sound, a smell, a new species of bug. He's like bad santa. The gift that gives and is giving so many reasons not to renew this lease.

Wishing, wishing that the shared wall had been 'thicker.' 'Thick enough' so not to hear. the dialogue of what sounds like the same actresses babbled moans emitted from tv speakers, his noise pollution has been poison to your ears. Words that should be innocent are getting wayy sleazyierr sounding. Aren't headphones best sellers at that near by x-video store he's in and out of so much!? Shoplift THAT,, Instead of those porn DvDs n mags...! ... .. !

At least when he gets off you can't hear his whiney crybaby ass moaning, so maybe Mr.Hanageki has some shame left in him. Everything has been getting relatively peaceful,

Maybe he got the memo by reading your latest letter? You don't hear his tv as much anymore.

It had been relatively peaceful, for a while

it was. until then,, that god awful 'ssloshing started.

"That asshole!" He's gotten a pocket pussy !.. bored of his hands probably,, in need of a better stimulation. It's a audible experience he's been sharing with you through your walls.

Back from work? shlick' shlick' Laundry day? Sshlick' Sshlick' . Shlick-' Morning exercise.... SHLICK--' SHLICK--' SHLICK--'

shower.....

shlick' shlick'-shlick. --SHLICK' .SHLuluPPppp~', ppfuuu~ "ahh- a-"

a whine

all fucking day , EVERY. FUCKING. DAY! GOD!!!

Seems the actresses on DvD's aren't doing it for him anymore,

HASN'T HIS DICK FALLEN OFF BY NOW!! ...... ugh. gross, really. enough..

Considerable time passes. More than a week of it. Your neighbour HANAGAKI starts getting out bit by bit,

Airing out his apartment doing his laundry, taking out his trash in large rubbish bags. It's only then that you see the little glimmers of light start to shine through the holes he's poked into your shared walls.

Don't worry about the DvD's, he's found someone new to watch..

⚠ Self-made Psycho

Producer!RAN HAITANI wc 1.1k

( Type : ████████ | Danger Level : Extreme )

Look I'll get straight to the point RAN is a real scumbag, worst amongst the worst. The type of person you'd never wish to meet if you have half a brain. Across all time-lines, he is one of the few consistent personalities to retain a high case criminal background of violence...

Grievous bodily-harm . Murder of the First degree.

His charges were nothing to scoff at in the juvenile judiciary.

RECORD OF INTERVIEW page NO. █ of 27

RECORD TYPE — TRASCRIPTION PERSON INTERVIEWED — ███ ███████ INTERVIEWER(S) — ████ ███ OTHER PERSON(S) — 1 of 2 ██████ ███████ PRESENT TIME COMMENCED — 0045 hours TIME CONCLUDED — 0107 hours INTERVIEW DURATION — 22 minutes Audio Tape Reference NO. ███████

| TIME OF | PERSONS | TRANSCRIPTION | RECORDING | SPEAKING | TEXT | 0.00 | | Introduction. Legal advice. Cautioned. Explanation.

| 4.10 | | Officer explains ███ ███████ has been arrested on grounds of probable cause 2 counts of ; ████████ ███████████ █ ██████ ██ ███ █████ ███████ . | R | -- (.) 'ok.' (.3) 'A̲n̲d̲.?' | Q | - 'What can you tell me about that?' | R | -- (( Twirling hair braid )) (.7) 'Tell you what exactly ████ ███.'

| Q | - (.) 'Did they have it coming?'

| R | -- \..((leaning back in chair)) (.5) ' P̲r̲o̲b̲a̲b̲l̲y̲~~ ' (( laughs ))\

The real answer is.

'Who knows~ and who cares?' He's long since moved on, long since forgotten. He's done things, sure.

Because he can,,, and because he could. So he did.

Fully body-tatted in his early teens, serving time in juvie, all this more than once. A far cry from the typical troubled youth wild child.

Contrary to what the family attorney had to say for his acquittal. He was Born to be an anti-social Tyrannical Nightmare to the general public and delinquents alike.

In early life RAN spent much of his developmental years and adolescent teen years sleeping in, well in—into house-keepings work hours, long till midday. Lazing lavishly in spa treatments all from the comfort of the Haitani family residence(s). Trying to burn time. Trying to— To Fill the space his Father had left him and Rindou in the condo tower.

One of the few joy's in life that he first discovered. Was the amusing delight felt in absorbing himself—into these foreign lifestyle magazines. He amassed a collection of them, out of the ones that had been left strewn on the kitchen islands marble countertops , the ones discarded in the ground floor guest living-room. Every business trip, every flight abroad, Paris, Amsterdam, Budapest, Venice, was a world so full so 'Plein de vie' by comparison so 'Envoûtant' .

Oh To Be so far away,

a foreign man in a foreign land. Oh.. what would it be like?

To be a foreign celebrity,

a co-star,

a day time tv host.

It's a rare emotional phenomena. To be enamored in such a way, a childish dream for his social class. A background where houses aren't homes but investments, where wives are seasonal depending on vacation destination. Conceived of materialistic self service. A commodity, is a child, is children.

That's life in its entirety. Money. The Material. Everything worldly. Populated by nothing people. People of everything yet who do nothing, un cultured, un sociable, un likable .

In this living it was not a second joy, but the craving for it that he sought the next.

Spoiling indulging. His palate', the desire of Dessert for, lunch breakfast dinner. It was a progression. No a consequence of RAN's growing hedonistic desire. An Expanding Appetite for sweetness.

A degenerate sweetness is what took shape in his Adult-self he became a fluent pillow talker. His vernacular provocative lacking the restraints of polite society people, no decency only indecency. A man that only converses in bedroom talk.

" his tone, is- just,, "

" never exactly , "

. "Sweet" . its

'complex~~ ', and

'sultry~~ ' . even

'Erotic~~♡ ', a bit foreign like his ever developing vocabulary.

He could run the most 'Magnifique' hostesses for their money , with just his tongue. For shits and giggles, which he has would. All these qualities are what make him such a successful Pimp Producer. Now what kind of creative industry does he produce for, those who are in the know, know. But for the common majority looking in, most wouldn't have a clue the type of brilliant creative work his artistic mind helped develop, his name is something High Class. So don't even dream of reading his name in rolling credits of something common. His career endeavors only ever soar just like his most talented employees.

The Talent RAN develops is hand picked. Sourced by him of course. In establishing good work ethics and attitudes, the freshly employed in his agency receive 'training' directly. He's a very involved, hands-on-'deck' boss, and that's because he cares deeply. After all . Its his kind, capable, progressive endeavors that's made him such an Authority in the industry. Employee performance reviews are only ever flawless as 'head' quality control officer, (he peer reviews this himself). Everything he puts out has only furthered his cult following, there's nothing but buzzing demand for his 'magnum opus' in the works. He's long long been teasing it,

here and there. To various foreign correspondent-investors, VIPS & clientele are first to catch wind of his new sweet-heart in production.

He can't help but tease.

For the rest outside his inner circle it's hush' hush', it's what he refers to as his most personal work yet, the largest production to date. Sales Management Marketing he's been handling it all.

You can spot him easily at any promotional function with relevant people. Often accompanied by social climbing type women, mostly of the Minato ward or foreign affluent influencer types if he's feeling exotic, less modest. He likes to have them hang on his arm at a beck and call just like a Gucci no that's too cheap. Saint Laurent bag. He can't help that he's just that temptatious, no really . His existence just drives women crazy. Their practically throwing themselves at him, killing themselves even. No seriously

Didn't his last bag fall of a roof or something?? Anyways,

he is more often then not approached by other like-minded powerful, wealthy, dangerous men. Old and young. They pay their respects and sing their praises of RAN's creative visionary works' . They'll rave on and on about his extensive portfolio from years past.

Something about 'it's rarity' , the film quality or composition was it? 'The lighting and angle of the shot -was just-' "Fantástico" 'wow—' "inspiring", "Sweet-thing with the tattoo, was just so,, interesting. So Bewitching~" "Nothing but well trained beauties~~". "The climax scene, was jus—"

yeahh... This guy,

is a nasty piece of work, really..

the enemy of all women.

©2025 haruchuchuiyo -

Do not repost to other social platforms (Wattpad/TIKTOK/Twitter/etc), do not plagiarize, do not copy, do not translate, do not utilize in AI generation AI content AI models it is NOT permitted. All writings are written by me and are mine.

[wingo5]

A doodle whilst at work lol

[flopsxii]

tokyo revengers boys with their crush (aka you!) <3

feat. sano ‘mikey’ manjiro, ryuguji ‘draken’ ken, hanagaki takemichi, baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora, mitsuya takashi, inui seishu && kokonoi hajime

notes: first time writing for so many characters and some for the first time :0 i hope it isn’t ass!!! sorry if some characters i haven’t written for before are ooc and inaccurate! ALSO I HATE SQUID GAME BUT TRANS BADDIE.

— i will release a part two soon :)

sano ‘mikey’ manjiro

ꪆৎ i think mikey would be somewhat upfront with you about his crush. of course, he wouldn’t outright confess until he knew you shared the same sentiment. however, he’d make it fairly obvious that he thought highly of you and how he loves spending time with you over anyone else.

ꪆৎ he’d definitely ‘kidnap’ you from classes, begging you to leave because it’s an “emergency”, but really he just wanted to spend time with you. you’d scold him after, reminding him about the importance of school, but he’d just stand there with a love struck smile on his face. it didn’t matter wether you were lecturing him or ignoring him, being in your presence was enough to bring him happiness.

ꪆৎ his crush is blankly obvious to all of toman and probably other gangs in the near vicinity. no one dared to talk to you in a negative way, a bonus of having mike’s affections. and suddenly, if anyone was mean to you, it didn’t happen anymore… sometimes you wondered why but mikey would shush you immediately. “maybe they just realised that bringing down such an amazing person was a reflection of themselves, y/n-chan!”

ꪆৎ would love it when you accompany him on foodie ‘dates’, rides on his motorbike and even accompanying him to toman’s meetings. it genuinely shocked everyone when mikey would interrupt himself to stick his tongue out at you just to make you giggle. truly toman’s royalty!

ꪆৎ also would most likely pitch up at your house at random points of the day. even as ‘friends’, he’d want to nap together and just hang out alone where he wouldn’t have to maintain his reputation as the ‘invincible mikey’. with you, he could just be manjiro.

ꪆৎ in terms of confession, i think mikey would let it slip out when he’s most vulnerable. either when he’s super sleepy or just generally having a rough time. small whispers of how much he appreciates you and likes you would fall from his lips. once he realised what he had done, it was most likely too late to take it back. he just hoped you shared the same feelings.

ryuguji ‘draken’ ken

ꪆৎ unlike his best friend and captain, draken would keep his feelings to himself and it probably would stay that way for a while. it’s not because he doesn’t wanna be with you, in fact, it’s the opposite! he’d most likely think that a relationship with him would come hand in hand with people jeopardising your safety. so more likely than most, he’d stick to being your friend (a very close friend) until he knew you’d be safe.

ꪆৎ probably would trail behind you whilst you’d go shopping, a unreadable expression on his face but instead, his mind was overwhelmed by the thought of you! how adorable you looked as you pointed out cute things, making a mental note of items to buy you for your birthday.

ꪆৎ definitely would be the first one at your door if you came down with any sickness. even if it was a common cold! he’d remind you that sickness could get worse if left untreated and you should ‘stop denying him and just accept his help.’

ꪆৎ he’s immensely protective over you, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be. other toman members would try and remind draken that he doesn’t need to be worried over your safety, after all the whole of toman would take care of you!

ꪆৎ i also feel like draken would be the type to pick you up and drop you off before and after school. even if the walk was 10 minutes and under, he’d remind you it could be dangerous alone! it’s purely just an excuse to spend more time with you even if he does act like it’s a chore.

ꪆৎ would probably confess to you if there’s imminent danger towards you or it would slip out without him realising. he’d definitely have to take a couple moments to compose himself if it was the latter, a furious blush erupting over his cheeks causing you to giggle.

hanagaki takemichi

ꪆৎ he’s so so shy around you! however, no matter how much he makes a fool of himself in front of you, he just can’t stay away. it’s like he’s in a constant state of fluster whenever he’s in your presence.

ꪆৎ definitely walks you to and from school, holding your hand if you initiate it first. he would probably also try carry your school books for you, even if you remind him that your arms work just fine. he just wants to help you in anyway he can!

ꪆৎ would also 100% feel awful when he sees the sad expression on your face whenever he turns up with new bruises and cuts covering his face. his heart would break when you graze your fingers over the wounds, asking a meek “do they hurt, michi-kun?”

ꪆৎ also the type to try show off to you whenever he can but fail miserably. although, if he sees that amazing smile, the humiliation he feels is always worth it! even if he ends up hurting himself, he won’t mind if you make sure he’s okay after. maybe a hug wouldn’t hurt also…

ꪆৎ speaking of hugs, he’d probably malfunction the first time that your arms wrap around him. even if you were doing it out of worry for his wellbeing, he cherishes the moment for the rest of his life.

ꪆৎ he doesn’t confess… it’s actually you who tells him how you feel. it’s a heartfelt conversation you two share after you see the boy beaten to a bloody pulp so that his friends would be alright. his loyalty and tenacity being one of the few reasons why you adore him so much!

baji keisuke

ꪆৎ honestly, he’s the definition of whipped. even chifuyu is surprised when he sees how baji acts in your presence. it’s so impossibly clear how much baji likes you to anyone else in the room, except you!

ꪆৎ he’d probably start fancying you if you helped with his studies and actually persevered with him despite how difficult he tried to make it. initially, he’d deny your help, grumpily saying he can handle it and to leave him alone. however, when you sit across from him and start reading through your notes and helping him correct his wrong answers, he’s floored. any other person would’ve left after his shitty response but you stayed.

ꪆৎ would act like your best friend but to anyone else, they view you as baji’s partner (albeit unofficially). is fiercely protective over you and if anyone makes you upset (even a little bit) are met with baji’s anger and very soon after, his fists. of course, you lecture him for jumping into action without consulting you but the fact he cares so much makes your heart beat impossibly faster.

ꪆৎ would definitely invite you over to his house to hang out, just so he could have some time alone with you. even if it’s just you reading and him silently laying beside you, it’s almost heaven to baji. if it was heaven, you’d be spilling your undying love for him but he thinks he wouldn’t be so lucky.

ꪆৎ would also end up sometimes bringing you to toman meetings if he absolutely has no other choice. but you’d stick by his side the whole time and if he’s not available for some reason, chifuyu is there to stand in!

ꪆৎ much like takemichi, you’d have to confess to baji first or you’d be playing cat and mouse with him for the rest of eternity. even his mum knows how he feels but he’ll deny every accusation. however, she’s just happy her hot headed son has someone he cares about and she’s so happy it’s you!

matsuno chifuyu

ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to crush on his best friend! someone he shares such a deep bond with and trusts on an immensely deep level. i doubt he’d fancy someone he knows on a surface level, he doesn’t know them well enough. however, he knows you inside and out, it never feels awkward around you (despite the constant blush on his cheeks that he hides everytime).

ꪆৎ he’s definitely protective over you, along side baji who will take care of you if chifuyu isn’t around. if he sees anyone hassling you, he’s the first to jump in and defend your honour!

ꪆৎ he always invites you round to his house just to see you cuddle peke j. furthermore, he’ll take you to the zoo, aquariums or just pet shops to hang out since you both share the same sentiment towards animals. it’s one of the reasons he’s fallen so hard for you.

ꪆৎ his mum adores your ‘friendship’ with her son, she’s never seen him so happy (in a romantic way!). she will buy food specially for you to share and even sometimes drop devious hints in your ears about her sons feelings; you don’t take it seriously at first.

ꪆৎ he probably doesn’t initiate physical contact with you too much, it makes his brain overload. but, the option is there… he will without a doubt wrap you in a bear hug; savouring the feeling for as long as possible.

ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to try reenact scenes from his favourite mangas then make a complete fool of himself. however, he doesn’t know that you appreciate him trying nonetheless, no matter how silly he looks doing so.

ꪆৎ following his shoujo manga’s ideology, he’d confess in a subtle but heartfelt way. i think either using peke j as a messenger, a small note tucked into his little collar. or he’d tell you up front and be as sincere with his words as his silly brain would allow.

hanemiya kazutora

ꪆৎ it’s likely that no one knows that kazutora has a crush on anyone, most of all you. i think he wouldn’t interact with you that much in public, instead opting to spend time with you in private when he could truly be himself.

ꪆৎ the amount of times kazutora has to cover his raging blush on his cheeks each time you hang out is insane! he never knew that compliments he hears on the daily about his appearance could make his heart beat so fast, until they came out of your mouth.

ꪆৎ he definitely visits you if you have a job, sneaking in and surprising you with a huge smile on his face! he’s also the type to stay until your shift ends and make sure you get home safely, wether you ride on his motorcycle or not.

ꪆৎ he may also sometimes slip you unexpected gifts, only small ones though that have sentimental value. maybe it’s cinema tickets from the time you dragged him out after his release from juvie.

ꪆৎ he doesn’t want you involved with any gang activity so it’s quite unlikely that you find out he’s still involved with that stuff. however, he would tell you flat out if you heard any rumours about him and would reassure you that he’d keep you seperate.

ꪆৎ it’s unlikely he’d confess, liking things how they are, no matter how much he wishes your relationship could progress. either he’s worried you’d see him as a monster, due to things he did in the past and in the present or he just wouldn’t know how to say it so it’s better left unsaid anyways. it would have to be you to lay your feelings out for him to see and decide what to do next.

mitsuya takashi

ꪆৎ i think mitsuya would be one of the most upfront about his feelings on this list without saying it directly. toman can clearly see the sentiment he shares for you, even girls in his class and sewing club know that he’s essentially spoken for!

ꪆৎ he loves inviting you along to his days out with his sisters. not only because he loves spending time with you but also because the two girls adore you as much as he does! one of his favourite photographs is the four of you on one of your days out, a scarf he made wrapped around your neck.

ꪆৎ speaking of clothes he’s made; mitsuya definitely surprises you with new pieces every so often. even if you’d try refuse, telling him he should try sell them as they’re just that good, he’d remind you that he’d much rather see them on you and wants no payment in return (no matter how much you insist).

ꪆৎ gentleman mitsuya always gives you a ride no matter where you need to go! even if you mention in passing that you’re going shopping in the coming days, he will insist that he’s your ride! after all, he can’t stand by whilst you lug heavy bags home.

ꪆৎ once mitsuya is certain about your feelings reflecting his, he’d be direct with his words. “i have feelings for you, y/n-chan.” a simple statement that gets the biggest weight off his chest. he can only hope you accept his confession…

inui seishu

ꪆৎ you’re most likely a childhood friend to seishu, i find it unlikely he’d fancy a classmate or a passing stranger. perhaps, a childhood friends sibling? that way, he’s able to determine wether you actually like him for who he is.

ꪆৎ alongside kokonoi, he trusts you immensely. i highly doubt he’s able to form romantic feelings for anyone without the formation of trust. you’re his confident and he’s yours, and it has always been that way. at this point, seishu is unable to see himself confiding with anyone else the way he does with you.

ꪆৎ when he first started gaining feelings for you, i think he probably would give you the cold shoulder, not understanding how he feels. but, he’ll make things right with you once his minds less foggy!

ꪆৎ if you don’t exactly share the same interests, such as how he’s very interested in motorbikes and mechanics, he will try very hard to get into your hobbies so you can spend more time together. however, it means an immense amount to him that you’ll sit there and let him ramble about his favourite bike that shinichiro worked on, even if it was so long ago.

ꪆৎ he would probably confess when everything has settled down in his life. that includes his involvement with gang activity. he would hate to put someone so close to his heart in jeopardy. however, if you can’t wait, you could always confess yourself…

kokonoi hajime

ꪆৎ it would take him a long, long time to actually acknowledge his feelings for you. he would probably feel like moving on was a betrayal to akane but there came a point where he couldn’t ignore those feelings anymore.

ꪆৎ he would treat you amazingly, even if he’s battling with the thoughts inside his head about you and akane. he’d offer you money if you needed it (you will most likely hand it straight back), buy you gifts and happen to forget the receipt…

ꪆৎ even after several talks that you like spending time with him because of who he is and not what he can do for you, kokonoi still finds it hard to accept. he probably will see some resemblance to akane in that sense and would probably think she’d want him to be with someone like you.

ꪆৎ one of his favourite things about you is that even if he isn’t in a sociable mood, you will still sit with him and enjoy his company. not to mention he’s floored by how amazing you look everytime he sees you!

ꪆৎ he also loves going on day trips with you and seishu, finding every different place the three of you visit special.

ꪆৎ his confession would be sincere and precise. he would lay his feelings out and would promise to treat you amazingly and of course, take care of you in anyway you’d need.

[moechies]

tw dark content heavy infantilization, smut

boys who baby you so much it's so suffocating </3

･ﾟ✧ boys who wake you up in the morning with soft kisses against your pantie covered cunt, tracing the outline of your squishy lips and drawing hearts on your clit <3

･ﾟ✧ boys who kiss n suck on your tits so gently that it's not enough, slightly warning you with a light squeeze to your wrists when you keep on squirming, 'i know sweet girl, s just a bit more.'

･ﾟ✧ boys who endlessly finger you, telling you that it's because he's prepping you for his overwhelming cock.. when you're borderline begging n begging for him but he just won't give it to you!

･ﾟ✧ and finally, boys who barely slide their thick tip inside your sweet hole, just to get off on only that! he thinks little girls like you aren't made to take such big cocks, n makes you cry for him to push in deeper. but he denies it, saying, ‘you aren't ready baby.. this is for the best..’

౨ৎ mahito, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, nagi seishirou, meguru bachira, ran haitani, draken ryuguji <3

(n more i cannot think rn ahahahwjw bye)

[ksnzuy]

۶ৎ The Lover Effect!

۶ৎ auth: <3

۶ৎ Summary: The boyfriend effect; you adopt your boyfriends mannerisms. However, the girlfriend effect, they adopt what you do.

۶ৎ: drabbles | gender neutral reader | fluff

۶ৎ Characters Included: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Ken “Draken” Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa, Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata, Souya “Angry” Kawata, Takashi Mitsuya, Hajime Kokonoi

۶ৎ Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing cleaner, more polished outfits. He never cared much before, but now his clothes are less wrinkled, and he smells faintly of vanilla and fresh laundry.

• Emotional Maturity: Slowly learns to communicate better, though he still struggles with opening up completely. Your patience teaches him that being vulnerable doesn’t mean weakness.

• Healthier Habits: Starts eating more than just junk food because you remind him he needs proper meals.

—

Mikey sat on the couch, legs sprawled, watching you move around the kitchen. He had a plate of curry in front of him—a meal you made, light on the spice because he hated too much heat.

“Y’know,” he mumbled between bites, “I don’t even like curry that much.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So why’s the plate almost empty?”

“Dunno.” He shrugged, looking away. But you caught it—the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. “It just tastes better when you make it.”

۶ৎ Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

• Style Upgrade: His hair stays neat, and he’s more mindful of keeping his tank tops clean. He even switches to cologne instead of relying on the scent of motor oil.

• Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about expanding the shop because he wants stability for the future.

• Better Communication: He starts explaining his feelings more instead of bottling them up, thanks to your influence.

—

Draken stood beside his bike, wiping the grease off his hands. You watched him, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly.

“What?” He smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes.

“Did you… clean the garage?”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Thought it was about time. Can’t have you breathing in dust every time you come around.”

You tilted your head. “Since when do you care about dust?”

“Since you started coming by.” His voice was quieter now, almost shy. “Can’t have my lover dealin’ with all that.”

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji

• Style Upgrade: He still wears his leather jacket, but now it’s less ripped, and his boots aren’t caked in mud. He’ll never admit it, but he likes when you compliment how he looks.

• Healthier Habits: He cuts back on junk food (a little) because you nag about it.

• Emotional Maturity: Learns not to blow up when things go wrong, trying to stay calm because he knows you hate yelling.

—

Baji leaned against his bike, arms crossed, waiting for you after class. His usual wild grin softened when he spotted you.

“Yo.” He handed you a drink, your favorite.

“Since when do you remember what I like?” You teased, taking a sip.

“Since I started actually listening,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t make a big deal outta it, okay?”

But the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual? That said everything.

۶ৎ Chifuyu Matsuno

• Style Upgrade: He switches from mismatched outfits to more coordinated ones—sometimes even matching your color palette without realizing it.

• Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about managing the pet shop, thinking about the long-term future.

• Better Communication: Learns to be more honest about his feelings, not just brushing things off.

—

Chifuyu stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie. You leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smile.

“New fit?”

“Uh… yeah.” He glanced at you, cheeks flushing slightly. “Figured I should stop looking like I just threw on whatever I found.”

You stepped closer, fingers brushing over his sleeve. “Trying to impress someone?”

“Maybe.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the look in his eyes told you exactly who.

۶ৎ Kazutora Hanemiya

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer colors because you told him he looked good in them.

• Healthier Habits: He’s more mindful of sleeping enough and eating better because you’re always worried about him.

• Emotional Maturity: Learns to control his impulsive outbursts, wanting to be a calmer version of himself for you.

—

Kazutora sat beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.

“Hey,” you murmured, “you’ve been quiet.”

“Just… thinking.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“About what?”

“About how… I’m lucky you stuck around.” His fingers brushed lightly against yours, his grip hesitant. “I’m trying, y’know? To be… better.”

And he was.

۶ৎ Izana Kurokawa

• Style Upgrade: Starts paying more attention to how he looks, favoring neutral tones that complements your outfits.

• Better Communication: He opens up about his fears and insecurities, something he never thought he’d do.

• Ambition Boost: He works harder to stabilize Tenjiku, not just for power but to build something stable for the both of you.

—

Izana stood by the window, staring out at the city below. You walked up behind him, resting a hand on his back.

“Lost in thought again?”

“Just… thinking about the future.” His voice was distant, but there was a softness in it.

“You’re not alone in that anymore, you know.”

His hand found yours, squeezing gently. “I know. That’s why I want to make sure… it’s a future you’d want, too.”

۶ৎ Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata

• Style Upgrade: His clothes get a little less chaotic, matching his accessories to his outfits (sometimes).

• Emotional Maturity: He learns to read the room better, understanding when to dial down the jokes.

• Healthier Habits: He cuts back on staying up all night because you nag him about taking care of himself.

—

Nahoya sat beside you, legs stretched out in front of him.

“Yo,” he nudged you lightly, “notice anything different?”

You glanced at him, noticing his shirt wasn’t as wrinkled, and his nails were… clean?

“You… took care of yourself?”

“Figured I’d start lookin’ decent since I’m always standing next to someone as divine as you.” He winked, but there was a hint of sincerity behind the playful grin.

۶ৎ Souya “Angry” Kawata

• Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer fabrics because you said they feel nice when you hug him.

• Better Communication: He opens up about his emotions more instead of bottling them up.

• Healthier Habits: He starts drinking more water and taking vitamins because you remind him.

—

Souya sat at the kitchen table, quietly sipping the tea you made for him.

“Did you… put honey in this?”

“Yeah,” you smiled softly. “It’s good for your throat.”

He glanced away, cheeks slightly flushed. “Thanks… I, uh, started taking those vitamins you gave me, too.”

You blinked, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His eyes met yours, softer than usual. “You… worry about me too much. I don’t wanna make you worry more.”

۶ৎ Takashi Mitsuya

• Style Upgrade: Starts incorporating subtle hints of your favorite colors into his designs.

• Ambition Boost: He becomes more focused on expanding his brand, wanting to create a future where you’re both secure.

• Emotional Maturity: He becomes more expressive, showing affection in quieter, meaningful ways.

—

Mitsuya sat at his sewing machine, fabric draped across his lap.

“What’s that?” You leaned over, curiosity piqued.

“Something… for you.” He didn’t meet your gaze, but the blush on his cheeks was impossible to miss.

“For me?”

“Yeah.” He finally looked up, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Wanted to make sure you had something that… reminds you of me.”

۶ৎ Hajime Kokonoi

• Style Upgrade: He starts wearing softer tones that match your style, even ditching all-black sometimes.

• Ambition Boost: His business ventures become more personal, focusing on stability rather than just money.

• Emotional Maturity: He learns to prioritize love over material gain, valuing your presence more than anything.

—

Kokonoi sat across from you at the café, his usual suit replaced with a sweater in a soft shade of cream.

“New look?” You teased, eyeing him with a raised brow.

“Maybe.” He sipped his coffee, avoiding your gaze. “Figured… I should try something different.”

“Because of me?”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “Because I want to be someone… who fits into your world.”