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For some reason, i can't post chapter 8, so the rest of the chapter will be published on my wattpad account

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He's into You update

NO update for my story He's into you next week, im gonna focus on my other stories in Wattpad "Shadowed Legacy (Chrollo x OC)" and "Uchicha Saisumi (Naruto Fanfiction)"

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He's into YOU || Sano Manjiro x Reader || SMUT || YANDERE || 18+

007: The Aftermath of Pain

You were terrified. You cried and stood up from the bed but failed when you suddenly lost your balance, making you fall to the ground. You couldn't move nor feel your legs; they were numb from the intense sex Manjiro had for a whole day. Not only that, his cock was so big that you were sure he had broken something inside you.

You crawled away from him, but the chain was still attached to your ankle, preventing you from moving. "N-no," you stammered.

Meanwhile, as your body trembled from fear, Mikey's dark irises bore into you, showing no emotion. His dark stare sent shivers down your spine—like a predator looking for its prey.

He then walked over to you, lifting you and throwing your body back onto the bed. "You can't escape me, Y/N," he said, his voice low and ominous.

His gaze caught your trembling legs, causing him to smirk. He harshly grabbed your legs and spread them. You tried to struggle, but he immediately inserted his hard cock inside you.

"AGHHHHHHHHH!" you cried as you felt something inside you break. Though this wasn't a surprise since you already knew this would happen due to his size.

"Not... again! UGHHH!" Tears streamed down your cheeks as you thought about the high chance of ending up in a hospital. Mikey ignored your reaction and continued to chase his own pleasure.

"Fuck, you're still tight," he groaned, biting his lip to swallow the curse that almost escaped.

He moved his waist carefully, thrusting in and out of you, and soon you felt an incomparable pleasure surge through your body like electricity.

"Ahhh," he moaned, and then began to thrust harder.

His hand that was on your thigh suddenly moved upward as he held firmly onto your waist. The man lost all reasoning as your small body tightened each time he thrust into you. Just when he was about to climax, he stopped.

You turned your gaze to him, confused by his sudden actions. You gasped as you realized he was out of stamina, but he smirked, making your stomach drop with nervousness.

"Roll over."

"What?"

"I said, ROLL OVER!" he exclaimed.

You obeyed his command, turning around so your butt was facing him. You had a slight idea of what he was going to do since you'd been through it yesterday.

Some of your thoughts were right.

He grabbed your waist, lifted you, and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of your butt.

He entered his whole manhood slowly. "You're even tighter here."

You breathed heavily, not releasing any moans due to your hands covering your mouth. You silently cried as he continued to thrust harder.

Mikey furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed your silence. He looked at your face and harshly grabbed your hands away from your mouth, making you release all the pleasure you felt.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He smirked after hearing your moan. He then removed his cock from your butt and quickly entered it into your pussy, thrusting it over and over again before removing it and inserting it into your butt.

"NGHHHHHH, wh-what are you doing?" you stammered.

"I'm trying the thing that Sanzu made me watch," he answered.

Mikey then grabbed your head as he thrust harder into your butt, alternating between your pussy and butt.

"Fuck, I should have tried this before," he purred while alternating fucking both of your holes.

After doing this several times, he climaxed inside your butt, but that didn't stop him. After he climaxed, he started to go faster into your cunt.

He was moving so fast that you could see your breasts bouncing. You even heard a small crack coming from the bed; it felt like it was going to collapse at any moment.

And you weren't wrong—right after Mikey climaxed in your pussy, the four feet supporting the bed gave out.

"What the—?" Mikey furrowed his brow as he looked at the broken bed, blaming it for ruining his pleasure.

He removed his cock from your cunt and started to stand up from the bed. But just when you thought it was over, he pulled your arms by force and made you lie down on the ground.

He positioned you the same way as before the bed broke. "I'm not gonna let this stupid bed ruin my fun."

You turned your head to look at him and cried as you murmured, "Please, Mikey, I can't take this anymore."

Mikey ignored your words and inserted his big cock into your butt again, starting to move in and out faster than before.

He kept alternating between your holes again and again. It was like he had discovered his new favorite sex position.

After he climaxed several times, he stopped and lay down on the ground. He turned his head to look at you and noticed that you were covered in sweat, just as he was.

While both of you were still catching your breath, Mikey stood up and lifted you toward the bathroom.

He then slowly placed your body down in the bathtub. You panicked and tried to stand up, fearing what he might do next, but you failed when you suddenly couldn't feel your legs; it was like they were already dead.

As you panicked, Mikey opened the cold water tap in the tub, making you shiver. He then sat down in the tub and immediately pulled you closer to him, hugging you from behind.

He rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm being selfish again."

You widened your eyes, mouth agape, confused by his mood. For the last two days, he had treated you like shit. He punched you, slapped you, threatened your life, and raped you, but suddenly he was acting like his old self.

"What do you mean by that, Mikey?" you asked, still bewildered.

He didn't reply. He just hugged your waist tighter. Hours passed, but neither of you said a word to each other.

His arm was still attached to your waist while your head rested against his body, but somehow, Mikey's mood changed. His body began to tremble from fear as he felt a sense of déjà vu from the position you had.

He turned your body over and shook it. He kept shaking it to the point that he started to cry. "Y/N, Y/N, wake up!"

But you didn't give any sign of waking up, and that scared Mikey. His eyes were filled with fear, as if he had been through this several times before.

He then immediately ran outside the room, dressed himself, and began to knock harshly on the door to the next room.

Two Days Later

It was 3 in the afternoon when you regained consciousness. Confused by your surroundings, you sat up, only to feel immense pain in your stomach followed by a massive headache.

You slowly removed the blanket covering you and discovered that you were wearing a hospital gown with a cast on your right hand.

"What the heck happened?" you exclaimed, trying to stand up, but a hand pulled your left arm back to the bed.

"You're at the hospital, Y/N," said a familiar husky voice. You turned your gaze to see the former vice-captain of the well-known Tenjiku gang.

"Kakucho!?"

A small smile appeared on his face. "I'm glad you remember my name, Y/N."

You scanned his face and noticed dark circles under his eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept for days. There was also a worried expression on his face that you easily noticed. Confused, you asked, "Kakucho, what happened?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering your question. "Okay, let's first start with the day you lost consciousness after sleeping with Mikey."

After hearing Mikey's name, the memories of what happened between you two flashed through your mind.

You still couldn't believe that Mikey had forced himself on you, and the fact that he did it for two whole days without any protection terrified you since there was a low to mid chance of you getting pregnant, based on your period calendar, of course.

"Mikey was so scared that he couldn't wake you up, so we called a doctor. She said you just passed out due to exhaustion, but she still suggested we bring you to the hospital because you started bleeding in your lower area. The doctor advised that you'd need surgery because there were a lot of broken bones, as you can see in your arm."

Kakucho pointed to the cast on your arm. You gasped, recalling how Mikey had hung your arm from the ceiling while he was sucking your vagina. He said he wanted to try something 'different.'

"Your femur bone also broke, so we had no choice but to agree to the surgery," he continued.

"I see... WAIT, WHAT? MY FEMUR, WHAT?" you screamed.

Kakucho pushed you back on the bed and tried to calm you down. "It's not as bad as you think, Y/N..."

"How is that not bad? The femur bone is located in my leg! Wait..." Your eyes widened as realization hit you. "Can I even walk?"

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My notifs weren’t working 😭🥺

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He's into YOU || Sano Manjiro x Reader || SMUT || YANDERE || 18+

006: Pleasures and Pain

You woke up feeling light-headed, followed by a surge of anxiety that coursed through your veins after catching a familiar scent. You gasped as you turned your gaze to look at what you were lying on.

Your head rested on top of Mikey's chest while his arms hugged your body tightly. He was sleeping peacefully, confident that he would not have any nightmares. His calm face resembled that of a child sleeping beside his mother.

Your eyes widened, and your heart thumped in your chest as memories flashed back in your mind. He had killed the only guy who could help you escape this place. How did Mikey even know where you were? Did the guy snitch?

Slowly, you tried to remove Mikey's grip, attempting to stand up and sneak quietly toward the door. But suddenly, you fell to the floor.

The chains on your ankles prevented you from stepping forward. You looked down, only to find Mikey holding the chain.

"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he said as he pulled the chain closer to him.

You felt a severe swelling in your foot as he tugged at the chain, tightly wrapped around your ankle. You cursed under your breath, trying to grab the drawer for support, but Mikey was too strong. He easily pulled you closer to him without breaking a sweat.

Touching your chin, Mikey spoke up, "Ran said you're my birthday present, so you better satisfy me."

You swallowed hard, feeling panic rise. "Mikey, please..."

"And don't forget my punishment," he continued, his tone chilling. "So make sure you don't pass out."

"N-No, Mikey, please!" you mumbled, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Mikey didn't pay attention to your pleas. He grabbed your body off the floor and threw you onto the bed, positioning himself above you. "Don't act like we didn't do this before. In fact, you should be grateful. I bathed you and dressed you myself."

As he brought his face closer to yours, he interlocked your lips into a heated kiss. He licked your lips, asking for permission to enter, but you didn't let him. His eyebrows furrowed, and he began to block your airway.

Realizing there was no possible way to escape Mikey, you opened your mouth, surrendering to the kiss. Not obeying his words or actions would only make it harder for both of you.

As he kissed you passionately, his hands roamed your shirt, ripping it apart. You noticed you weren't wearing a bra, so Mikey easily grabbed your breast, massaging it in a circular motion.

You moaned involuntarily. Mikey parted his lips from yours, kissing your neck and marking it before descending to your chest.

"Fuck," you purred, feeling overwhelmed as Mikey devoured your right breast while pinching your left.

Entangled in his dyed white locks, you felt the intense sexual tension building. He then moved down, removing your lower clothing and thrusting two fingers inside you, slowly revealing your insides.

He rubbed his fingers skillfully around your swollen area before gradually bringing them to your mouth. "Now you know how sweet you are," he purred, whispering in your ear before licking it.

An enormous sense of déjà vu washed over you as you recalled your past relationship with him; he always had a habit of licking your ear whenever he was turned on.

A stifled moan escaped your throat as Mikey licked you inside, savoring you like his favorite ice cream. "Fuck, you're even sweeter now."

Suddenly, you grabbed his hair and bucked against him as he repeatedly sucked your pussy. "You're fucking delicious."

His tongue didn't leave your cunt until you were close to climaxing, but just as you reached your peak, Mikey giggled, teasing you before resuming. This lasted for five more minutes.

Your legs felt weaker from pleasure. "Plea...please st...stop... Mikey!" you gasped.

Saliva pooled in your mouth as you cried, "Please stop!"

You gently tapped Mikey's head to get his attention, and it worked; he finally stopped licking you. You quickly covered your cunt, trying to prevent your cum from spreading across the bed.

"We're not done; that's just my appetizer."

You widened your eyes in shock, realizing he was already shirtless. He swiftly removed his lower clothing, revealing his hard cock.

Anxiety flooded through you as you stared at him. His cock was bigger than a ruler, and the thought of him breaking something inside you terrified you.

"Did you miss Jun-Jun, Y/N? He's a lot bigger now," he purred, positioning himself.

You shook your head in response, but Mikey just laughed, pointing his dick toward your pussy. He rubbed it against you before pushing the head against your entrance.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"I'm not fully inside you yet, and he can't calm down. I guess Jun-Jun missed you too," he said before pulling deeper into your pussy.

"Ah...ahhhh!" you screamed, and so did he. Both of you gasped for breath as Mikey began to thrust deeper, his entire manhood filling you completely.

His cock was so big that you could even see a bulge in your belly. He hit your G-spot, pumping slowly while cupping and massaging your breasts.

He pinched your hard nipples and sucked on them as you held onto his hair, overwhelmed by immense pleasure, and as you expected, you climaxed.

Your cum coated his huge dick, causing him to speed up. Your heartbeat pounded against your chest as you clutched the bedsheets.

"Ahhhh!" he moaned.

As Mikey continued to fuck you harder, he suddenly erupted inside you.

You screamed but were cut off when Mikey covered your mouth. His other hand left your breast, using it to brace himself as he pumped you harder again.

You struggled to scream, but Mikey kept his hand over your mouth. He stared at you, mouth agape, realizing he was the cause of your silence. He removed his hand, caressing your thigh before slapping it.

This lasted for a day.

Time flew by, and you didn't even realize he had been fucking you for 24 hours. He erupted inside you without protection ten times.

You asked him multiple times about his stamina, but the answer was always the same: "I have strong stamina; deal with it."

Your own stamina surprised you, but you recalled the medicine Rindou injected you with, realizing that might be why you hadn't passed out.

Finally, Mikey removed his cock from your cunt and rested his body on the bed, catching his breath.

You breathed a sigh of relief, your gaze drifting to Mikey's now calmed-down dick. "It's finally calmed down."

"It's not," Mikey exclaimed.

You widened your eyes as you watched him walk toward the bathroom, unable to form words when you saw him inject something into his thigh.

He faced you with his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his hardened cock. "Get ready for Day 2."

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005: Blood and Betrayal

You shook your head while your hand blocked Mikey's face from kissing you. "NO, MIKEY, PLEASE, DON'T DO IT!"

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he removed your hand and placed it back on top of you. Anxiety flooded through your veins as the horrifying thought of him impregnating you crept into your mind.

You gathered your strength and brought your leg up to kick Mikey off. The kick was hard enough for him to fall onto the bed. Seizing this chance, you bolted away from the bed.

As you slowly ran towards the door, your eyes caught a glimpse of a golf bag. Without thinking, you grabbed it and took some wedges before flinging open the door.

Meanwhile, Mikey stood up, searching for you on the bed. When his sight didn't catch yours, he began to curse angrily and stormed outside the room.

But what Mikey didn't know was that you were still outside the room, waiting for an opportunity to hit him on the head to knock him out.

And you did. As soon as Mikey opened the door, you swung the golf club and hit the back of his head, causing it to bleed profusely. Blood streamed down his neck, soaking his shirt until it started to turn red.

"Fuck!" he cursed, leaning against the wall before passing out in front of you.

You were scared. Even though he had hurt you, you still had precious memories of him that you couldn't shake from your mind. He was your first love, after all. You stared at his body as tears began to form in your eyes. "I... I'm sorry."

You broke down, crying, but stopped when you saw Mikey's hand move. "He's alive!"

A whirlwind of emotions surged through you: happiness that he was still alive, mixed with fear of what he would do next. You quickly stood up and ran away from him.

Feeling the cold breeze against your skin, you stopped and looked at yourself; you were only wearing your undies. Your eyes scanned your surroundings, and you noticed a familiar backdrop with different rooms. "Wait, I'm in a hotel?"

You continued to walk around, finding a stairwell. You couldn't help but notice that the hotel floor was an empty suite floor. "Mikey really is very successful now, huh?"

You flinched after hearing a bunch of voices coming from a nearby man. You quickly hid behind a hotel cart, hoping they wouldn't see you, especially since you were only in your undies.

"That fucker Sanzu really spilled on my hand!"

You gasped upon hearing the familiar name. "Sa... Sanzu?"

A husky laugh erupted from a white-haired man. "Well, he's high after all."

"He's always high," Kakucho giggled.

The two men exchanged laughter before Kokonoi revealed a card that seemed to be a room key.

Entering a room, Kokonoi gaped at Kakucho. "What are you doing?"

Kakucho shook his head before closing the door. "Nothing; I just feel like we're being watched."

Confusion crossed Kokonoi's face, and he wanted to ask a question, but Kakucho cut him off, saying, "It's nothing; maybe I'm just imagining things."

You took a deep breath when the two men entered the room. You stood up and started to look for stairs, knowing that there was a high risk of being caught by Mikey's men if you used the elevator. The stairs were your only safe option.

Stepping down three floors away from Mikey's room, you knocked on a random door. A male around your age opened it, surprised by your appearance.

The guy blushed hard as he looked at your angelic face. "Wh... who are you?"

Pushing your way inside, you fell on the floor, trembling with fear. "Please... please help me!" you cried.

Without hesitation, the man quickly ran to his drawer and handed you a loose hoodie and pajama set. "Wear this; I'll call the front desk."

You smiled at him and headed towards the restroom while he dialed a number on the telephone.

After five minutes, you came out and faced the man to thank him. He couldn't stop blushing at the sight of you. "Thank you."

You sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor while tears streamed down your face. "I'm sorry, but can I ask what happened? Who did this to you?"

You struggled to form words due to the trauma. You still felt terrible about what you did to Mikey, even though you were sure he was alive. Your conscience nagged at you to check on him.

"It... it was my e-... ex. He kidnapped me and tried to rape me." The man gasped, unable to believe what he was hearing. He clenched his fists and stood up.

"How can someone do that? That's horrible!" He turned his gaze to you and continued, "Don't worry; you're safe now. I already called the front desk, and they said they would send someone here."

You formed a smile, grateful for his help, and continued to tell him what happened after you got kidnapped while waiting for the hotel staff.

"Do you want to call someone? A family member, perhaps?" he suggested. You nodded in response. The man quickly stood up and handed you the phone.

You decided to call your friend. After three rings, she picked up, but you could clearly hear loud moaning coming from the line. "Shhh! Shut up; you're too loud! I'm talking to someone!"

You rolled your eyes before shouting her name. "YORU!!!"

"Y/N, is this you? Where are you? Why are you using a different number?"

"I need help!!! My ex kidnapped me!"

"What?"

"I said my ex kidnapped me! Can you go to my house and ask anyone to locate me? My brothers can't help s—"

"Huh? Did you just say that your ex kidnapped you?"

"Yes! So please help—"

"Look, Y/N, it's just your ex. Just do whatever he wants, and he'll release you. Stop acting like you haven't slept with him..."

"But—"

"Stop being a bitch and just sleep with the man! Trust me, that's what I do, and it works. Man, these days are really horny, y'know."

"YORU, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HE'S A PSYCHO! HE WILL KILL ME, EVEN YOU!"

"That's just a threat to scare you; he won't really do that! Just f**k him! Anyway, I'm gonna hang up now; I'm busy."

"No, Yoru—"

You couldn't finish your sentence when Yoru suddenly hung up, leaving you dumbfounded. Tears began to form in your eyes as you thought about the fact that your so-called friend avoided helping you.

You knew that Mikey's organization was as big as your family's organization, so calling the front desk, security, or police wouldn't help. Your only chance of escape was through your own family.

But your hope crashed after hearing Yoru's refusal to help. "If only my brothers weren't out of the country," you thought.

Your two older brothers were the most wanted criminals across France. Even though they were Japanese, they managed to grow the organization significantly. Just a single call, and there would be a hundred men or more in front of you.

But that wasn't going to happen since there was no way to connect with them.

The man stared at you, gently caressing your back to help calm you down from your intense crying. "Shhh, it's gonna be okay. Help is on the way."

Both of you flinched when the doorbell rang.

"That must be them. Stay here; I'll open the door," the man volunteered.

You forced a fake smile, but it quickly faded away after hearing a gunshot from the door. You peeked gradually and saw the man who helped you covered in his own blood.

Your gaze shifted to the doorway, and you gasped upon seeing Mikey holding a gun, flanked by Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu. They blocked the entrance.

"Yahoo, Y/N! It's been a while," Sanzu said, waving his hand.

You averted your gaze and quickly ran to the edge of the room. You tried to hide your body, but it was useless since Mikey had already seen you.

He slowly walked towards you, still holding the gun in his hand.

His dark irises bore into yours as he gripped your throat, blocking your airway and making it hard to breathe. "You have the nerve to run away from me, Y/N."

"You better make sure you have strong stamina because I'm gonna f**king rail you until you're unable to walk." His emotionless eyes didn't leave yours until he gestured for Rindou to come forward and handed him a syringe.

"Remember this, Y/N. There's no escape," he said before injecting the syringe into your thigh.

Suddenly, you felt dizzy, and you closed your eyes, succumbing to the darkness creeping in.

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004: In the Grasp of Madness

A loud laugh echoed throughout the room as a pink-haired man with a mullet swallowed two pills, rocking back and forth with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"C'mon, dance, Sanzu!" Ran called out, his phone in hand, recording the now dancing Sanzu. The rest of the executives erupted in laughter, especially the brothers, who couldn't contain their amusement. Takeomi and Kakucho, also recording, lay sprawled on the floor, clutching their stomachs from the intense laughter.

"You guys need to keep it down, or Mikey will get angry again," Kokonoi exclaimed, finally recovering from his fit of laughter, trying to maintain a semblance of seriousness.

Rindou turned his gaze to Kokonoi and smirked mischievously. "Don't worry; we'll just give him some company when he arrives."

Sanzu halted his dancing, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his brows knitting together. "Mikey's just going to kill whoever that girl is; what a waste! You should've let me f*ck her first."

Ran furrowed his brow and plopped down beside Rindou. "Mikey's not going to kill her, trust me. Besides, where did you and Mikey go? We thought you'd be here first since you left earlier than us."

Sanzu waved his hand dismissively. "We went to different clubs. Nothing out of the ordinary. Mikey still didn't like any girls, and of course, you know what I do."

Kakucho quickly covered Sanzu's mouth before he could spill any more details about his escapades, but Sanzu ended up spitting saliva onto Kakucho's hand, prompting the man to yank his hand away, cursing.

"What the hell, Sanzu?" Kakucho exclaimed, wiping the saliva off on Sanzu's clothes in exaggerated disgust.

As the two squabbled, Kokonoi looked at Sanzu with disbelief. "I still can't believe you found her and brought her here. It's a risky move."

The rest of the executives nodded in agreement with Kokonoi, their expressions a mix of intrigue and concern. Sanzu, on the other hand, grew curious after hearing Kokonoi's words. He pushed Kakucho away and asked, "Who's the girl you sent Mikey with? Is it Mina?"

Ran and Rindou exchanged sly glances, a smirk spreading across both of their lips. "It's something special, that's for sure."

------ HE'S INTO YOU ------

"Y/N, didn't I tell you that I'd kill you if you showed yourself to me?" Mikey's voice was low, almost a growl as he stared down at you, and your heart raced.

You widened your eyes, your gaze locked onto Mikey's intense expression, and tears began to stream down your cheeks as you mumbled his name, "M...Mi...Mikey."

Mikey furrowed his brow after hearing his name, his emotionless eyes boring into yours as he positioned himself, sitting down heavily on your waist.

He then pointed his gun toward your forehead, the cold metal pressing against your skin, and exclaimed, "You're a fcking bitch, you know?"

You stared at him, your breath quickening as you waited for him to continue. "Are you this desperate to win me back? You even wore my shirt," he taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I know you're lying about it, Mikey. Even about having an affair," you shot back, summoning all your courage to maintain eye contact.

You waited for his response, but instead, you were met with dead silence; he just stared at you, his gaze unwavering, waiting for you to continue.

A small smile appeared on your face, a flicker of hope in your heart as you continued, "I know you only do that and say those mean things to protect me, right?"

Mikey's dark gaze bore into yours. His hand traveled down your face to your neck, where he began to choke you lightly, but it felt like a vice. "Huh? Can you shut up? You don't know anything," he growled.

You held his hand, struggling against the grip as you fought for air. Instead of crying, you smiled weakly and cupped his cheek, trying to bring his face closer to yours.

"You did all of that not only to protect me but also for everyone, right? It's all thanks to you; everyone is happy, alive, and has a decent job, just like you wanted," you murmured, tears flowing freely from your eyes.

"We're happy, thanks to you, Mikey. Draken and Emma are getting married, Pah-Chin has a girlfriend now, and I have my own boyfriend," you added, your voice trembling slightly.Mikey's eyes widened, his brow furrowing in confusion, and he tightened his grip on your neck, choking you again.

"I...I...can't...breathe!" you cried, your voice cracking, but Mikey didn't stop; he continued to choke you, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

He threw his gun to the side of the room with a clatter and used his other hand to grip your neck tighter, panting heavily as if he were suffocating. You were horrified, recognizing this scene;every time he heavily breathed like this,it was a sign he couldn't control his dark impulses.

You had witnessed it multiple times—how he almost murdered someone due to these impulses—and the fact that he was losing control now indicated he might hurt you in the worst way possible.

"If you're happy now, why do you still show yourself? Y/N!" he yelled, his voice laced with frustration. He tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white as he stared into your eyes, and you tried to touch his cheek to calm him, but it was no use.

Mikey noticed you were about to pass out, so he gritted his teeth and finally released his hold on your neck. You pushed him away and sank to the floor, gasping for breath.

Mikey quickly grabbed the collar of your shirt, jerking you back to him, but he didn't say anything; he just stared at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

"It's not my fault, Mike—" You couldn't finish your sentence when you felt intense pain in your stomach; he punched you hard.

"Did you just come here to say how happy your life is, huh?" Mikey exclaimed, his tone sharp. You tried to respond, but your words failed you as you crumpled to the ground.

You shakily covered your mouth, trying to stop the blood from spilling out, but it was futile. He punched you again, this time with even more force, and you gasped as the pain shot through you.

Mikey's dark eyes bore into your trembling form, showing no sign of remorse. He grabbed your waist, lifting you effortlessly with one arm and roughly throwing you onto the bed.

"AHHHHH!" you screamed as your head struck the headboard, sending a shock of pain through your skull and causing it to bleed.

He climbed onto the bed, pinning your legs down as he positioned himself on top of you. His hand caressed your face, but then he slapped you repeatedly on both sides, leaving you in shock.

You didn't try to stop him; you simply let him slap you because deep down, you knew he was going to end your life right then and there. What was the point of fighting back?

You closed your eyes, tears spilling down your cheeks as you braced for the worst. Mikey noticed your tears and suddenly stopped, his expression shifting. You thought he was going to shoot you, but his next action surprised you—he kissed you.

He forced your lips open by roughly grabbing your breast, his kiss turning torrid and consuming. The kiss lasted for three intense minutes, and you both breathed heavily as you caught your breath, hearts racing. "Why?" you managed to ask, bewildered.

"Do I have to explain everything to you? You're smart, right? Figure it out," he replied, ripping your shirt as if it were nothing.

Just as you were about to voice another question, he captured your lips once again, intertwining them in a heated, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring yours as his hand traveled down to your waist and then to your cunt.

He lowered your boxer and underwear before inserting a finger inside you; a moan escaped your lips, which only excited Mikey further.

He grabbed your breast, massaging it while his other finger slid deeper inside you. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as pleasure mixed with fear coursed through you. You touched your cunt, pushing Mikey's fingers out, but an irked expression appeared on his face. He forcefully grabbed both of your hands, pinning them above your head as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

He removed his lips from yours and spoke menacingly, "Don't fcking annoy me, or else." He smirked, continuing, "I'm going to kill your friend. I believe her name is Yoru, right?" You widened your eyes, unable to utter any words; your gaze locked onto his, fear gripping your heart as you realized the danger surrounding you.

You widened your eyes, unable to utter any words; your gaze locked onto his, fear gripping your heart as you realized the danger surrounding you. "How the hell does he know Yoru? Is she also here? No, that's impossible; she met a guy and left before Ran and Rindou drugged me. Is Mikey spying on me?" you thought, panic rising within you.

You let him play with your body, touching everything and leaving marks from head to toe. The sensation mixed with fear was overwhelming, and you felt completely trapped.

Mikey then removed his shirt, revealing his toned body, a smirk plastered across his face. "Y/N, you love kids, right?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What does that even mean?" you gasped, confusion mingling with the terror in your heart.

"Just thinking about how easy it would be to break you, and then, well... we'll see who's left standing," he replied, his expression darkening. "It's your choice, really. Either you submit to me, or I take everything you hold dear."

"Mikey, please," you whimpered, desperation coloring your voice. "You don't have to do this! I just wanted to see you."

He chuckled darkly, leaning closer. "And yet, here we are. You wanted to see me, but now look where it's gotten you."

With that, he pressed his lips against yours again, this time with a fiercer intensity. You felt his hands grip your wrists tightly, holding them above your head, the power he held over you palpable.

"Mikey, please..." you pleaded, your voice breaking as you felt tears streaming down your face. "I—I care about you. I want to help you!"

He pulled away for a moment, searching your eyes as if trying to decipher your sincerity. "Help? You think you can help me? You don't even understand the darkness I carry," he sneered, his expression hardening once more.

"You're right; I don't," you admitted, feeling a flicker of bravery. "But I want to. I want to be there for you, no matter what it takes."

His grip on your wrists loosened slightly, surprise flickering across his face. "You really are insane, aren't you?" he said, his voice softer now, though still laced with suspicion.

"Maybe," you replied, forcing a small smile despite the situation. "But I'm not going anywhere, Mikey. You can't get rid of me that easily."

For a moment, it felt like time stood still. Mikey's eyes softened, the rage momentarily subsiding as he contemplated your words. But just as quickly as the softness appeared, it vanished, replaced by a cold, calculated gaze.

"Keep thinking that, Y/N. Just know that the moment you cross me, there will be hell to pay," he warned, the intensity returning. "And your little friend Yoru? She'd be the first to go."

The threat hung heavily in the air, and you felt your heart sink. "You don't have to hurt her," you whispered, feeling helpless. "Just let her go. She has nothing to do with this."

Mikey's lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so? But then where's the fun in that?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I enjoy the game, Y/N. And you've just entered my favorite level."

Your heart raced as the weight of his words settled in. You knew you had to be careful with your next move. "Mikey... just promise me you won't hurt her," you said, desperation creeping into your voice.

He straightened up, tilting his head slightly as if contemplating your request. "Fine. For now, I'll spare her. But don't think for a second that I won't change my mind," he said, a chilling smile on his lips.

The tension in the room was thick, and you could feel the air crackling with unspoken emotions. You didn't know how much longer you could endure this, but you refused to show weakness. "I won't let you turn into the monster you think you are, Mikey. I believe in you."

He laughed, the sound dark and menacing. "Believing in me won't save you, Y/N. But it's cute that you think it will."

You inhaled deeply, steeling yourself for whatever came next. "Then show me your true self, Mikey. I'm not afraid of the darkness. I want to help you find the light."

He paused, seemingly taken aback by your boldness. For a moment, uncertainty flickered across his features, but it was quickly replaced by an unsettling grin. "You really are brave—or foolish. Either way, this will be fun."

With that, he leaned down, capturing your lips once more in a fierce kiss. The taste of danger and passion mingled as you felt your world spiraling out of control. You knew you were treading on thin ice, but there was a part of you that couldn't help but want to delve deeper into the chaos that was Mikey.

"Let's see how long you can keep this up," he murmured against your lips, his tone a mix of challenge and intrigue.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you realized this was just the beginning of a tumultuous journey—a dance with darkness that you weren't sure you were ready for, but one you couldn't back away from.

As the night wore on, the echoes of laughter and chaos from the other room faded into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in a battle of wills, passion, and unspoken fears.

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He's into YOU || Sano Manjiro x Reader || SMUT || YANDERE || 18+

003: Tainted Reunion

You wake up feeling light-headed, the pounding in your head making it difficult to focus. Slowly sitting up, you rub your temples in an attempt to clear the fog. But as your vision sharpens, you notice something alarming—there are different tiles beneath you, and scattered mugs litter the floor.

Your heart races as you realize, This is NOT my room.

Your eyes frantically scan your surroundings, taking in the plain black wallpaper, a small cabinet with two picture frames lying face down, and a modern black-and-white bed. The room has two doors—one likely leading to a bathroom, the other possibly an exit.

Panic rises as you attempt to stand, only to feel resistance around your ankles. Looking down, your eyes widen in horror—your feet are chained.

"What the fuck... why am I chained?" you mutter under your breath, fear starting to grip you.

The sudden sound of a door creaking open sends chills down your spine. Despite this not being your first time in a kidnapping situation, something about this feels off—there's a deep, unsettling dread gnawing at you, warning you that escape may not even be possible.

"Oh, the princess is awake."

That voice—it's unmistakable. A chill crawls down your spine as you look up, locking eyes with someone you never expected to see again. "Rindou?"

He lets out a sarcastic laugh, stepping closer, his hand roughly gripping your chin and forcing your face up to meet his. "I'm glad you still remember me, hime-sama."

Hime-sama? Confusion clouds your thoughts. "Wh-what? I... I don't even know you," you stammer, trying to deflect.

Rindou's grip tightens painfully, his dark eyes glaring into yours. There's a dangerous aura surrounding him, and you can sense the darkness that's consumed him since Izana's death. You knew about the drugs, the addiction—but seeing him like this, broken and twisted, stirs a strange pity in you.

"Don't play dumb. I heard you call my name, hime-sama." His voice is low, threatening.

"I... I'm sorry. I really don't know who you are." You lie, your voice trembling as you try to keep the panic at bay.

Rindou scoffs at your response, his gaze flickering away from you as he leans back onto the bed, still watching you. "Do you really think I wouldn't recognize you, Y/N?"

Your heart sinks as his smirk deepens. He grabs your chin again, pulling you closer. "Mikey will be pleased to see you. Make sure to take care of him, okay?"

A wave of terror crashes over you. Your entire body trembles uncontrollably. It's been five years since you last saw him—Mikey. You're not ready for this. Not for him. And you're certain he's going to kill you.

Rindou gets up, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small bottle—a vial of something, the kind hospitals use before administering injections. You watch in horror as he moves toward a drawer, pulling out a syringe.

Your worst fears are confirmed as he turns back toward you, showing you the bottle's label—Bremelanotide.

"N-No... Rindou, please..." you beg, shaking your head frantically as you try to scramble backward. But Rindou quickly grabs your ankle, yanking you toward him. He roughly hikes up your dress and plunges the needle into your thigh.

"Ahhhhh!" you scream, pain shooting through your leg. While you're reeling, Rindou forces you to swallow three pills, ignoring your gasps for breath.

"Sorry, Y/N, but Mikey's in a real bad mood right now. He can't deal with your attitude, or he'll kill you," Rindou says with mock sympathy. "This is the only way to make sure you both enjoy yourselves. Trust me, you'll thank me later." He laughs, stepping back to remove the chains from your ankles.

You try to stand, but your legs wobble. A violent headache crashes over you, followed by a wave of nausea. Desperate, you crawl toward the bathroom, your stomach churning. You barely make it to the toilet before you start gagging, but Rindou's voice cuts through your agony.

"Don't fucking throw up. Swallow that shit."

You ignore him, retching into the toilet. His footsteps approach, and you feel the fury radiating off him as he roughly grabs your hair, forcing you to face him.

"I said, don't fucking throw it up!" His eyes blaze with anger as he wipes the spit from his face. He grabs your throat, choking you, his fingers digging into your neck. "Mikey will be here in an hour, so you better fucking swallow it."

You gasp for air as he forces two more pills into your mouth, his hand covering your lips to ensure you swallow. There's no escaping it now.

When Rindou finally leaves the room, the effects of the medicine hit you full force. You collapse onto the bed, your body trembling uncontrollably as your hands involuntarily slide down to your core, trying to relieve the unbearable heat building inside you.

"Fuck... fuck..." you cry out as you climax for the fifth time, but the pleasure isn't enough. Your body craves more, something stronger, something only a man could provide. You're losing your mind as the hours pass, the drug's effects amplifying your need.

"I... I need to fight this..." you tell yourself, stumbling into the bathroom. You desperately try to focus on anything other than the overwhelming lust coursing through your veins. Your mind drifts to memories of your old friends—Baji, Sanzu, Mikey, Emma, Senju. You picture their faces, their voices, willing the memories to distract you.

Tears spill down your cheeks as you think back to those innocent days.

"You were Mikey's sun. Promise me you won't leave him, okay?"—Shin

"It's not even my fault... why does my older brother always side with Senju?"—Sanzu

"I didn't mean to lie about Mikey's toy... it was an accident... what should I do, Y/N? I'm scared..."—Senju

"Promise me that you won't leave me, Y/N, okay?"—Mikey

After thirty minutes in the bathroom, you feel slightly more in control. You step out, searching for clothes. Opening the closet, you see rows of black shirts. Does he only wear black? you think, pulling out a shirt and boxers. To your surprise, they fit perfectly.

Quietly, you make your way to the door. It's not locked, you realize, gasping at your sudden stroke of luck. But as you open it, hope drains from you. Mikey is standing right there.

His cold, dark eyes lock onto yours. Slowly, he steps forward. You retreat in fear until you trip and fall to the floor.

Without a word, Mikey pulls out a gun, aiming it at your face.

"Y/N," he says, his voice chillingly calm, "didn't I tell you I'd kill you if you ever showed yourself to me again?"

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002: Chrollo Lucilfer

After the training, Silva walked toward the courtyard, signaling to Sillune. "It's time for our mission," he said in a low, commanding tone.

Sillune gave a small nod, her expression still void of emotion as she stepped away from her grandfather without a word. She followed her father out of the courtyard, the two of them moving in silence. They had been assigned an assassination.

The mission was swift and calculated. The target—a local politician entangled in underground dealings-never saw them coming. Sillune's movements were precise, her kill clean and efficient.

Silva watched her closely, silently noting how she had grown even more skilled under Maha's harsh training. She had no hesitation, no fear, and certainly no emotion.

After the mission was completed, they didn't return home immediately. Silva had another purpose: Meteor City. They needed a new butler, and where better to recruit than a place filled with outcasts?

Meteor City stretched out before them like a vast wasteland of discarded things— broken machinery, forgotten debris, and even the occasional skeleton buried beneath mountains of trash. It was a city of outcasts, people the world had thrown away.

As Silva spoke with some local contacts, Sillune wandered off, her curiosity piqued by the sheer chaos of the place.

She wandered deeper into the city, where the junk piles grew higher, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. Her expression remained calm, her eyes scanning the area until she heard voices nearby. Following the sound, she came across a group of children gathered near a large pile of scrap.

At the center of the group stood a boy, maybe five years older than her. He had dark hair and a confident air about him, standing tall as if he owned the place. The other children looked up at him with admiration, their faces filled with awe.

"I'm going to be big one day," the boy said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll get out of this place, and I'll be rich. We'll all be rich. We won't have to live like this forever."

The kids around him nodded eagerly, their eyes bright with hope. The boy continued, speaking with a sense of leadership and confidence that set him apart from everyone around him. He was clearly their leader, a beacon of hope in this otherwise bleak city.

Sillune watched in silence, her expression as unreadable as ever, but something about the boy's presence intrigued her. He radiated power, not the kind she had seen in her family, but a different kind of power of someone who could make others follow him, and believe in him.

The boy noticed her watching and turned, his dark eyes locking onto hers. He stepped forward, leaving his small audience behind, his gaze assessing her with a mixture of curiosity and interest.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice calm but confident, like someone used to being in charge.

Sillune stood quietly, her gaze fixed on Chrollo. In her mind, something stirred recognition of potential, raw and untamed.

She could sense the strength beneath his calm exterior. It wasn't just his confidence that made him stand out; it was the power lurking beneath the surface, something even Chrollo himself might not fully understand yet. His presence was heavy with ambition, but there was something more edge that could make him dangerous.

"He's strong," Sillune thought. "He just doesn't know it yet"

Sillune didn't hesitate. "Sillune Zoldyck."

A brief smile flickered across his face, as though her name intrigued him. "I'm Chrollo," he said, his voice soft but steady.

For a brief moment, her cold expression softened into something almost thoughtful.

She had been raised to see strength, to recognize power, and to manipulate it. And Chrollo—he had a power that could be cultivated, sharpened into something lethal. He's a weapon in the making, she mused silently, watching him as he spoke about his dreams.

"You have a dream," she said, her voice flat but curious, as though weighing the value of his words. "And you believe that dream will make you something more."

Chrollo blinked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Her words seemed more loaded than they appeared, and he didn't quite understand what she was getting at. "Yeah," he said cautiously, his brows knitting together. "I'll make sure of it. I'm going to rise above this place."

Sillune took a slow step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "And what will you do with that power?" she asked, her voice still calm, but there was something darker underneath her words. She could see the potential in him, but power without purpose was useless. His ambition, while strong, was not yet lethal.

Chrollo frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

Sillune's gaze sharpened, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of intensity in her icy blue eyes. "You have power, but you're wasting it." Her tone was almost clinical, as though stating a simple fact.

"Dreams are useless if they don't make you strong. Strength is what makes you unstoppable."

Chrollo's confusion deepened. No one had ever spoken to him like this, especially not a girl so young, so composed. He opened his mouth to respond, but Sillune cut him off, her voice steady and cold. "You want to leave this place and be rich. You want people to follow you. But that's not enough. You have potential-real potential but without purpose, it's wasted."

Chrollo stood silent, his gaze locked on hers. He could feel the weight of her words, but they weren't entirely clear to him. There was something she wasn't saying, something deeper behind the way she spoke as if she were planting a seed.

"What are you trying to say?" Chrollo asked, his voice a bit more guarded now, sensing that Sillune was playing at something far beyond simple conversation.

Sillune didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stepped closer, her presence unnerving for someone so small. "Power isn't about riches or status. It's about control. It's about being able to take what you want without hesitation. If you truly want to rise above, you'll need to learn that."

Chrollo stared at her, his confusion mixing with intrigue. No one had ever framed power this way to him before. It wasn't about escaping Meteor City, not to her. It was about becoming something else entirely.

Sillune could see the uncertainty in his eyes. She was used to this reaction.

People often didn't understand what she was saying at first, but eventually, they would. Chrollo would too, in time.

"Your dream will make you powerful," she continued, "but you need to be willing to do whatever it takes. To be strong enough to kill for it. Otherwise, you'll never leave this place".

She then bore her sight to the rest of the kids behind him and left right after, without saying Goodbye.

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He's into you ~ Manjiro Sano x Reader ~ SMUT

002: Dark Desires and Dangerous Games

You stared at the brothers; they were casually sitting in a drinking area, kissing some women. The girl on Ran's lap began kissing him torridly, his hands traveling down her back to her waist.

"Y/N, yahoo!" Yoru waved her hands in front of you.

You turned your gaze to her. "W-what?"

"I've been calling you! What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I... I... I need to go." You fixed your bag, glancing at the Haitani brothers again before turning around and hurrying toward the exit.

Yoru quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you around to face her. "Wait, why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just not feeling well." Yoru furrowed her brow, clearly unsatisfied with your answer.

"Bitch, don't lie to me! You don't look sick. Now c'mon, LET'S FUCKING PARTY!" She threw her right hand in the air and started dancing, pulling you toward the dance floor.

"LET'S GET DRUNK, WOOOHOOO!" Yoru screamed as you both arrived at the dance floor. She immediately began dancing, still holding onto you. "Bitch, c'mon."

Your anxiety spiked, praying the brothers wouldn't notice you—especially Mikey. You knew the brothers were part of Bonten; Emma had updated you, even though you didn't want to know, or maybe you did. Curiosity had gotten the better of you, leading you to research the group Mikey now led. What you found was shocking, uncovering everything thanks to your brothers.

You learned about Bonten's illegal activities, including murder, drugs, rape, and prostitution. But what shocked you the most was seeing the names of Bonten's executives. Knowing the Haitani brothers were here likely meant Mikey was in the area, or worse, in this very club.

As you danced, you cautiously scanned your surroundings, hoping not to see any other Bonten executives. When you realized the Haitani brothers were the only ones around, you tried to relax, deciding to let go for the rest of the night.

"They won't recognize me, right? I mean, I've changed so much, even I can barely recognize myself!" you thought, trying to reassure yourself. "It's okay to let loose tonight, right?" But as you danced, unaware, the two mullet-haired brothers were watching you with matching smirks on their faces.

--- HE'S INTO YOU ----

Loud music echoed in the bar, with people dancing all around the floor while others drank in their seats. However, a different kind of excitement was happening in the underground section of the club—a section hidden from the casual patrons.

This wasn't any ordinary club; downstairs, multiple women were in various rooms, being used and abused by Bonten's executives.

"Ahhh..." a low moan escaped from a man with pink hair and a scar across his lips, as he reveled in pleasure. His arm rested on the head of a girl who was vigorously sucking his dick.

"Suck it harder, baby," he commanded, and the girl obeyed, doubling her efforts.

"Here it comes." He groaned as he erupted in the girl's mouth.

"Swallow it," he demanded before resting his head on the back of the chair.

Around the room, the sounds of other women moaning in pleasure and pain filled the air as Bonten's executives indulged themselves.

Kakucho was seated at the far end of the room, French-kissing a woman while his hand slid beneath her underwear, teasing her relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Koko was on top of a table, thrusting into one girl from behind while fingering another. His dick was inside one, and his hand busied itself with the other, showing no signs of slowing down.

Takeomi and Mucho were sprawled on the floor, each surrounded by three women. Takeomi had one girl in doggy style, his hands sliding between the legs of the other two, fingering them simultaneously. Mucho, on the other hand, had two girls pressed against him, their faces turned toward him as he thrust into a third girl from above.

Mikey sat apart from the chaos, a woman perched on his lap. She nibbled at his neck, trying to get a reaction from him, but he remained blank and detached.

"Your time's up." Mikey's cold voice cut through the noise, and he shoved the girl off his lap.

"No, please, Mikey, give me another chance!" she begged, falling to her knees.

"I already did, and you still couldn't make me hard," Mikey said, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Please, I promise I'll do better—give me—" Before she could finish, Mikey pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at her forehead.

"Leave before I blow your brains out," he threatened, his voice chillingly calm.

The girl scrambled to her feet, fleeing from the room, her naked body trembling in fear.

Moments later, a middle-aged woman entered, pushing a younger girl forward. "Mikey, I've got a fresh one for you," she said, presenting the new girl. "She's just arrived."

The girl, no older than eighteen or nineteen, stood nervously in front of Mikey, her tight red dress hugging her curvy frame. Her innocent face contrasted with her provocative figure, especially her large breasts and round hips, catching the attention of every man in the room.

"Oya?" Sanzu eyed the girl with a predatory grin. "Mikey-kun, mind if I have a taste after you?"

Mikey glanced at him blankly. "Do what you want."

Sanzu licked his lips, already imagining the cruel things he'd do to the girl. The very thought had him hardening.

"What are you doing, bitch? Do something about my cock," Sanzu growled, yanking the woman beside him by her hair and pushing her to the floor.

"I-im sorry!" she stammered, her hands trembling as she wrapped her fingers around him, beginning to stroke him again.

The rest of the executives paid no attention to the new girl, too absorbed in their own activities, except for Mikey, who remained motionless, staring deeply into the young woman's eyes.

She leaned closer to Mikey, her hand sliding provocatively over his chest. "This is my first time," she whispered with a sly smirk. "Aren't you lucky? I'm a virgin."

Mikey's expression didn't change. He continued to watch her with dead eyes. "Are you sure? You seem pretty good at this."

She giggled, running her hand lower toward his pants. "My mother was a prostitute, so she taught me a few tricks."

"Oh, really?" Mikey said, his voice still flat. "So, you wouldn't mind if I did this?"

Without warning, he ripped her dress apart, exposing her bare breasts. He spun her around, forcing her to face the other executives, her legs spread wide. With a sudden move, he slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Mikey's fingers moved faster, earning him a loud moan as the girl climaxed. She twisted her body, her lips crashing against his in a hungry kiss, but Mikey bit her lip hard, drawing blood, before shoving her away.

"You failed to make me hard," he said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. His dark impulses flared as the girl recoiled in fear, sensing the danger in his aura.

"SANZU!" Mikey barked.

Immediately, Sanzu grabbed the girl in his arms, carrying her out of the room.

Mochi and Takeomi exchanged looks, their faces a mix of frustration and concern.

"What the fuck are we supposed to give him for his birthday?" Mochi asked. "No girl's been able to get him hard."

"Don't ask me," Takeomi muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Minutes later, the Haitani brothers returned to the room, grinning from ear to ear.

"Where's Mikey?" Ran asked, his eyes scanning the room.

The executives remained silent, except for Kakucho, who removed the cigarette from his mouth and spoke. "He already left with Sanzu."

Takeomi kicked his feet up on the table, raising an eyebrow at the brothers. "Where the hell were you two, anyway? Mikey was looking for you."

Ran and Rindou exchanged mischievous glances before smirking. "We've got a gift for Mikey."

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He's into you ~ Manjiro Sano x Reader ~ SMUT

001: Betrayals and New Beginnings

It's been five years since you and Mikey broke up, yet the memories still haunt you—his childish, infectious laughter, and that magnetic aura he carried when leading his gang or tearing through the streets on his bike. Those were the things that made you fall for him. Everything had seemed perfect until the day you caught him cheating, and not just with anyone—he was with your best friend. You still remember it vividly: the two of them kissing, oblivious to your presence. But instead of apologizing, Mikey looked at you coldly and insulted you, mocking you in ways that made you question your entire existence.

It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered you—it was how casually he ended things, as if you didn't matter. He had the audacity to break up with you when you had planned to do it yourself, and to make it worse, he threatened you, warning you to never show your face to him again if you had any thoughts of getting back together.

For a time, his words broke you. You were on the verge of ending it all, but thankfully, Emma and Draken stepped in, saving you from the abyss. With their support, you found the strength to move on. You left Tokyo, distancing yourself from the pain and the people who reminded you of it. You flew across Japan, eventually finding success and a sense of peace. A year later, you had reinvented yourself. You were featured in women's magazines as one of Japan's youngest businesswomen, running eight store locations across Paris. People admired you, especially younger women who dreamed of following in your footsteps.

Your life felt perfect, and you even found love again. Your new boyfriend treated you like a queen—everything was just as you had always wanted.

One day, while at your office, you heard a commotion coming from the store floor. Quickly, you stood and rushed outside. Your eyes narrowed as you saw one of your staff members, Mika, crying as she stood before a middle-aged woman who was waving her finger in her face, clearly scolding her. You sighed, murmuring to yourself, "Too early for a Karen."

"Excuse me, ma'am," you interrupted the woman, forcing a polite smile despite her obvious disdain as she crossed her arms over her chest, her expression screaming entitlement.

She raised one eyebrow and sneered. "Are you the store manager?"

You nodded, keeping your tone light. "I'm actually the owner. Is there anything I can help you with?"

She took a step closer, her breath hot and unpleasant in your face. You remained calm, though in your mind, you were thinking, Your breath stinks, you old hag. Back up before I stab your eye. Of course, you wouldn't act on such thoughts—after all, she was still a customer. Your mafia upbringing, though tempting, had been left behind at Mikey's request. Even though he betrayed you, you had stayed true to your promise to steer clear of that world.

The woman's loud voice cut through your thoughts. "This bitch won't accept my coupon," she snapped, jabbing her finger toward Mika.

You glanced at the coupon she waved around. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't accept coupons here."

Her eyes bulged in outrage. "WHAT? What kind of store doesn't accept coupons? And LOOK! It has your store's name on it!"

You calmly examined the slip she held. The design was amateurish, the font mismatched, and your store's name was misspelled. It was clearly a fake.

"I'm afraid this isn't a valid coupon, ma'am. Our store doesn't offer discounts like this, and the grammar and spelling errors are... well, quite telling. If you don't want to get into legal trouble for using fraudulent coupons, I suggest you leave." Your voice was firm but composed, your words leaving no room for argument.

The woman glared daggers at you before muttering curses under her breath and storming out of the store.

"Y/N-san, that was amazing!" Mika exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

You chuckled. "Karen encounters always make my day," you joked, although in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but mentally murder each one you came across. The staff around you laughed, the tension lifting, and this moment of camaraderie was one of the reasons your stores thrived. You always made sure to keep the atmosphere light and positive, no matter what.

After handling the chaos, you left the store, entrusting the closing duties to your manager, Miko. Tonight, you had plans, and you needed to prepare.

After a 40-minute shower, you slipped into a tight yellow dress that hugged your curves and paired it with three-inch heels. Once satisfied with your appearance, you drove for thirty minutes, anxiety gnawing at you the closer you got to the club. As you parked, you leaned your head on the steering wheel, your heart racing as you imagined every possible worst-case scenario that could happen tonight.

A sudden knock on your window startled you. You turned to see your friend Yoru, knocking loudly and grinning mischievously.

"Yoru! What the fuck? You scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, stepping out of the car.

"Relax, hothead," she teased, clearly already tipsy.

Before you could respond, a familiar voice called out, "What are you guys doing out here? Let's get inside and fuck some bitches!"

You both turned to see a guy walking toward you, and your eyes widened.

"Takuya?" you both shouted in unison, surprised to see him here.

You fist-bumped him as he approached. "Yoo, didn't know you were already here."

You had met Takuya two years ago at a business party, and the two of you had hit it off immediately. He was the son of the CEO of Twilight Entertainment, a fact he kept hidden from most people. Over time, you had become close friends, talking about everything from business to personal secrets.

As you looked at him, something caught your eye. You noticed the obvious bulge in his pants and laughed, "Takuya, are you seriously hard already?"

Both Yoru and Takuya turned red with embarrassment, but Yoru burst into laughter, teasing him. "You fucking pervert!"

Takuya, flustered, quickly changed the subject. "I can't wait any longer. Let's go inside!"

You followed him into the club, where the pounding music immediately filled your ears. Boys flocked toward you as you entered, but your attention was elsewhere. You felt the anxiety return as you scanned the room. Something wasn't right.

Your heart dropped when your eyes landed on two familiar faces across the room—two purple-haired men lounging with women on their laps.

"Y/N? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Yoru asked, noticing your sudden change in demeanor.

Ignoring her, you stared at the brothers. "What the hell are the Haitani brothers doing here?"

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Shadowed Legacy ~ Chrollo x OC ~ CH.1

001 - Sillune Zoldyck

A sinister atmosphere enveloped the mansion of the infamous Zoldyck family, known for their lineage of assassins. Kikyo, the wife of Silva Zoldyck, was hastily taken to her chambers as she prepared to give birth to the family's first set of twins.

"Are you both eager to meet your mother?" Kikyo asked with a quick smile, caressing her large belly despite the pain the twins were causing her.

Her smile faded as she felt a powerful movement in her abdomen. "You're already making me proud," she whispered, struggling to catch her breath just as her husband Silva arrived with his father, Zeno Zoldyck.

"What's happening? She wasn't like this when she had Illumi," Silva asked the maid attending his wife. The maid, emotionless, looked up and replied, "We don't know, my lord. She has been feeling this way since the first trimester, but it's worsened this month. The doctor hasn't arrived yet, so we're still waiting."

Zeno, deep in thought, offered an explanation, "Your mother reacted similarly when she gave birth to you." Though surprised, Silva kept his composure. "I see. We'll know for sure once they're born."

Soon after, a middle-aged woman entered the room and rushed to Kikyo's side, advising everyone to wait outside except for Silva.

Moments passed, and a baby's cry echoed from the room, bringing relief to those waiting. However, the relief quickly turned to alarm as a surge of nen filled the space.

Everyone was baffled by the strange nen.

Zeno was about to enter but halted as the nen inside the room intensified.

"What's happening?" Zeno murmured, watching as maids and butlers collapsed to the floor one by one. Outside the mansion, tourists near the gates and townspeople began to faint mysteriously.

Zeno finally opened the door to find Silva holding one of the newborn twins. "I did it," Silva grinned, dark energy surrounding him as he laughed loudly.

Zeno stood in shock, his gaze fixed on his new granddaughter. "After 800 years, the Jewel's eyes have returned," said Maha, who suddenly appeared beside them.

Both men stared at the infant Zoldyck, completely ignoring her twin, who had been crying the whole time.

Six years later...

In the dimly lit courtyard, Maha Zoldyck stood tall, his eyes sharp and calculating as he watched his granddaughter, Sillune.

At just five years old, she appeared small and fragile, but he knew better. She was the future of the family, destined to surpass them all. That's why he trained her harder than anyone else.

"Again," Maha commanded, his voice cold and precise.

Sillune, sweat clinging to her skin, stood unfazed. Her left arm hung slightly off from the force of their last exchange, the bone cracked. She didn't flinch. Not a tear, not a sound. She simply reset her stance, her expression void of emotion.

Sillune moved, her tiny body blurring as she dashed forward. She conjured a ball of lightning in her hand, crackling with fierce energy, and hurled it toward her grandfather. Maha dodged effortlessly, his movements fluid.

His fingers snatched her wrist mid-air, twisting it sharply. Her shoulder dislocated with a brutal snap, but she barely blinked, her focus unbroken.

"Better," Maha remarked, releasing her.

"But not enough. Power without precision is wasted."

Sillune's eyes gleamed. With a single flick of her wrist, the ball of lightning reformed in her hand, larger, brighter. This time, she shot forward with renewed speed, the ground beneath her sizzling from the energy radiating off her.

Maha met her head-on, his hand a blur as he deflected the strike with ease. He grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground with a swift movement.

Blood trickled down her chin from a shallow cut he'd made with the tip of his thumb. "You'll surpass me one day, but not today," Maha said, setting her down.

Sillune's face remained blank, her eyes like ice. "I will," she replied simply, her voice calm.

Maha's lips twitched upward.. He is proud and thrilled about his granddaughter's futures.

On the sidelines of the courtyard, three figures stood in quiet conversation as they observed Maha and Sillune's relentless training. Sillune's father, Silva, watched with an expressionless face, his eyes tracing every movement of his grandfather and daughter with the trained eye of a seasoned assassin.

Beside him stood his wife, Kikyo, her eyes gleaming with pride as she watched their daughter battle. "She's incredible," Kikyo whispered, almost to herself, as Sillune hurled another ball of crackling lightning at Maha.

"At five years old and already showing such mastery over her abilities. She's going to be the strongest this family has ever seen. No one will match her" Silva glanced at his wife, his jaw tightening slightly.

"Strength isn't everything. She'll need control. The power she wields is dangerous, even to her." Kikyo waved a dismissive hand, her confidence unshakable. "She'll master it. Just like everything else. You see it too, don't you? She's not just talented. She's perfect"

"My perfect child" Kikyo blushed.

Meanwhile, from a short distance away, Sillune's twin sister, Sarielle, sat silently, watching them. Her bright black eyes were locked on Sillune, her small hands balled into fists at her sides.

It wasn't jealousy that clouded her heart-no, it was something far more complex. She wasn't envious of the attention Sillune received from their grandfather or parents. Instead, she longed for Sillune's gaze to fall on her, for her twin to acknowledge her.

Sarielle's heart tightened as Sillune's cold, detached expression barely shifted. There was no connection, no recognition. Sillune was entirely focused on her training, consumed by it, while Sarielle was left in the shadows, always on the sidelines.

She didn't want to be the favorite. She didn't need anyone's approval she just wanted her twin's acknowledgment.

Kikyo's voice pulled her from her thoughts as she stated "Sarielle, darling, you must be so proud of your sister. Look at how strong she's becoming"

Sarielle offered a small, forced smile. "Yes, Mother," she whispered, her gaze never leaving Sillune. But deep down, what she truly wanted was for Sillune to see her. To turn, just once, and recognize her presence.

As Maha grabbed Sillune's wrist again and effortlessly redirected her lightning strike, Sarielle's chest tightened. Not because Sillune was stronger or more skilled. But because she was drifting further away from her with every step she took toward greatness.

"I'll make her see me," Sarielle thought to herself, her resolve hardening. "I'll stand by her side, no matter what it takes."

Illumi watched from a distance, his sharp gaze following Sarielle's lingering stare at Sillune. He could sense the emotions swirling in his younger sister-the quiet desperation in her eyes, the way her fists clenched as she observed Sillune's brutal training.

Illumi, only three years older, was already a master of manipulation. He understood how people worked, and how emotions could twist and change people's actions.

He wouldn't allow it.

Sarielle and Sillune couldn't grow too close, not now, not ever. Emotions would cloud Sillune's judgment, weaken her resolve, and dull the sharp edge of her potential. Sillune was destined to be the head of the Zoldyck family, and attachments were distractions, weaknesses in disguise.

Illumi had made it his mission to ensure she remained untethered, focused on the path ahead.

But Sarielle-he could see the way she longed for Sillune's attention. It was dangerous. Illumi sighed inwardly, his face a cold mask as he stepped closer, placing a hand on Sarielle' shoulder.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice as smooth as ice. Sarielle looked up at him, startled.

"Don't let those feelings take root. Sil has a purpose far greater than us. She can't afford distractions."

Illumi's grip tightened slightly, though his tone remained calm. "She's the future of our family. She has to be the strongest, the most unfeeling. Emotions will only get in her way. You know that, don't you?"

Sarielle nodded, though her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. Illumi softened slightly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I love you both," he murmured. "But Sil has a destiny. We all need her to be perfect."