#bonten x fem reader

[gatitties]

Hello! I have an imagine or idea rather than a request, and I love the way you write y/n in your blog because your y/n is much more relatable yk. Like more of a realist instead of an idealist. I'm talking about tokrev y/n because that's the only fandom in this blog I'm familiar with :)

Tokrev imagine, Bonten realizing that fem!bonten!reader doesn't age at ALL:

Don't you know that some people who look older than their age is known to keep the same face when they're older? Imagine that when you're in Kanto Manji like most of the Bonten executives except Takeomi people mistake you for being older than your age. Now that you're in Bonten and you grow older, your face DOESN'T CHANGE at all when it's obvious that your male colleagues are aging. Like their faces getting sharper and the worst thing? HAIR LOSS. Especially that you chose to dress more casually than your formal looking colleagues so people thought that you're younger than them. I can honestly see envy from Ran.

─Bonten x fem!reader

─Summary: Your face always made people add years to your age, but now it seems like you're stuck in eternal youth for that very reason.

─Warnings: none

Oh ty!, I'm glad you identify with the y/n I write, although I don't think they're that realistic either 😔✋🏻 (this was fun to write btw)

─ You come from a small town on the outskirts of Tokyo, you have innate brute strength from working in the fields with your family, which also made you have a little harder features and your skin aged a little more.

─ Everyone always added years to your true age, so you weren't too upset when your new group of friends (Kanto Manji) thought you were older.

─ Once you corrected their thoughts about your age, they didn't stop coming and going with jokes, they would always look at them with a frown, although it was only for annoy you, they also told you that if you continued frowning your age would increase and you would look like an old witch being so young.

─ Instead you made fun of their baby faces, especially Mikey, Rin and Kokonoi, being the ones who seemed smaller to your eyes.

─ Hanma will always take advantage of the moment to call you old or ruin a date, confusing the person you're with about your age.

─ Ran will joke that you are a milf.

─ Shion, Sanzu and Mochizuki won't mess with you much, but they will always make a sarcastic comment against you if the situation gives them the opportunity to do so.

─ Oh but the wait was pleasant, as the years went by, your face hardly changed, however, you couldn't say the same about the boys, while some left and others joined when creating Bonten, they all grew older.

─ Of course joking about age with Takeomi was too easy considering that in fact, he was the oldest of all, so you kept him out of your sarcasm.

─ However, you enjoyed seeing the Hatani brothers' angry faces when you got many more dates than them in their own brothels.

─ It was as if you had not aged, you remained fresh as a rose while they used hair dye to cover some premature gray hair.

─ Your jokes about bald people have no end when it comes to Sanzu and Mikey because of the amount of dye they use, the Haitani are not immune to your sarcasm either.

─ The only ones that hold up better are Kakucho and Kokonoi, so for the moment you don't mess with them much, just wait a couple of years…

─ You are not spiteful, but returning the jokes that were made to you years ago is gratifying!

─ Say hello and smile like a lady when you hold your partner's hand while they watch from afar, rubbing it in their faces that they can't get hoes.

─ Rin was so worried about the wrinkles that began to appear on his face that one night he broke into your house to ask you for skincare routine advice.

─ Overnight you became a beautician for a group of gangsters, not all of them were interested in taking care of their skin, but at the moment there was nothing better to do.

─ The wars over youth and old age ended in a truce of tutorials on how to soften the face, care for and maintain glowing skin, recommend many hair products and share advice they see online from trusted influencers.

─ Although now a new fight began about who had the best routine and a bet on who would last best until you were sixty, you didn't want to ruin their morale, but you were a clear winner.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Working on two sweet home Eun Hyik , Alice in the borderlands , Sieun , Shi oh and bonten just for fun going to try to post bonten and a Eun Hyuk today💕or tomorrow

[baby-tini]

Manjiro Play-fighting hcs

Manjiro is pretty big on play-fighting, not only is it fun but also helps sharpen his martial arts. He play-fights with mostly Draken and Baji but you cause him the most fun.

Play-fighting mostly happens in the privacy of closed doors but he does often like to pick you up and toss you around in public but only around his friends. Weight isn't a problem for him, as we know, he's inhumanly strong. Although, if you're self-conscious, he'll just take to playing and not picking you up.

Manjiro can be very competitive when play-fighting with you, he does sometimes take things more seriously. As in, he'll pin you down harder than necessary and has hit harder on accident but he did apologize with tons of kisses and (half-eaten) dorayaki.

Mikey rarely lets you pin him, he thinks it's unfair to lie to you and will help you indirectly learn self-defense. He'll let you throw him around to please you but he's always victorious in the end.

Sometimes it can lead to... hotter moments. He likes the useless struggle you put up, it puts him in a more dominant head-space and he'll even piss you off by sucking at your neck and mocking you.

I can see Mikey having a bit of an ego because he's so strong so if he's in the mood to play-fight and you aren't he'll start to taunt you by wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to him till you break and try to fight back.

He'll pin your hands above your head while you're on his bed and stare you down as he leans closer and closer until you kick him off and he whines, saying that you really hurt him (no you didn't, he's a baby.)

[m-ilkiee]

Deadly Affairs: Bonten! Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano x Bonten Reader (+ Bonten)

Chapter 1: Genesis

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [series summary]: you’ve seen this story multiple times, where the girl does everything to end up as the wife of the king. In any other timeline, you would have done the same. This time is different. You don’t want to marry the king. You want to be him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [chapter summary]: your destiny starts on your 23rd birthday, at the back of Manjiro Sano’s car, with the loss of your virginity

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [content warning]: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, DUBCON, bonten timeline, fem reader, power imbalance, age-gap relationship, sexual harrassment/abuse, sexism and misogyny, implied torture, flashing, alcohol/drug use, slight manipulation, drunk sex, public sex, fingering (f. recieving), virginity loss (reader), unprotected sex piv, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, slut shaming.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [r-18+] [not suitable for 17 and under]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [wc]: 4.5k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [masterlist] [chapter2] [taglist]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [notes]: I will no longer be using the series colours on each chapter, since tumblr keeps glitching. Sorry guys :(

BONTEN, one of the most dangerous organizations that has ever arisen from Japan and possibly, the world. Led by men born from the era of brutality, Japan had never seen such a business successful with covering the tracks of organized crime as much as BONTEN has.

Despite the brutal murders, torture chambers, human and drug trafficking and even bodies found with teeth missing and finger prints skinned off, the police could never completely trace it back to BONTEN. They knew it would have something to do with such a deadly corporation, but as far as the higher ups and Japan's government were concerned, they were just business men with the usual ethical issues.

Anyone who tries to dig in too deep will face Bonten's hammer of judgment.

It's the life you've grown accustomed to for a while ever since Kokonoi had picked you up from the street.

Poverty made you sell your morals to the devil in the designers before you could regret it; Bonten sponsored your university course in accounting, trained you how to use a gun and taught you how important you were to them. Inappropriate touches and comments on your appearance by your fellow workmates and your superiors, you knew that no one would give you the time of the day to care about your accusations.

Besides, you've seen prostitutes that went missing after complaining so much about bonten members being rough with them.

"When is my flight for Makarti scheduled?"

You break out of your thoughts and raise your head to meet the dark eyes of the man sitting in front of you with his head down, Hajime Kokonoi, the man who took you out of the gutters to become his personal assistant who helped with calculations, estimates and other errands.

"It's supposed to be by twelve," you say, preparing yourself for his complaint as you explain the situation. "But your private jet needs a few maintenance checks before it's ready for your flight, so I had to shift it to two pm."

You waited for him to say anything to berate you for not doing the maintenance checks yesterday like he told you to, but instead he kept his head on the work he was doing and brushed it off, making you sigh in relief internally. "That's good, I have some meetings to attend to anyways, so I can avoid having extra work when I return. Also, you've gotten my suits from the dry cleaners?"

"Yes sir."

"And you've sent a message to Mochizuki and Kakucho about the change in flight times?"

"Yes sir."

The room falls silent, save for the noise coming from Kokonoi's fingers typing away on his laptop. You tap your feet lightly, waiting for either his next question or for him to dismiss you until he raises his head to look at you with confusion and annoyance written all over his features.

"Yes?" He stops typing to pay complete attention to you. "What are you still doing here?"

"Sorry sir."

You immediately stand up from the chair with your bag and scramble for the door in haste, adjusting your dress that had ridden up to your thigh. The last thing you wanted was for him to scold you again with disapproving eyes glaring down on you.

Hajime Kokonoi was very hard to please and easy to anger, you could never tell when his switch would flip and you don't like being around whenever it did.

You don't see the way Kokonoi's eyes rest on the curve of your ass strained against the office skirt you had worn today, before looking down your legs as you struggled to open his large office doors

"Wait."

You stop halfway, leaving the door half-open as you turn to the man sitting some feet away from you. Kokonoi rests his angular jaw on his intertwined fingers before clearing his throat. "I just remembered that you would be joining Mikey and Sanzu for a meeting tonight."

You feel the blood in your veins turn cold as you process Kokonoi's words, your fingers curl around the door handle tighter than before, anchoring you to the ground and keeping you from stumbling at the news. Kokonoi doesn't miss the way your face turns sour at the news he had broken, and frankly, he can't exactly blame you for your reaction. The top two executives are frightening, even more brutal than he himself was, especially when it came to you.

"I'm giving you the rest of the day off to prepare." He goes back to his laptop screen and keeps working on the audit he was doing before. The world of the yakuza cares for no man, and if you despise someone, either you kill them or you stick to them like glue. "Someone will come get you by 7pm so be ready by then. You can go now."

The room goes quiet again. Kokonoi can feel your questioning glare asking him why he would break his promise of not letting those men come near you, again.

"Yes sir."

You stomp out of the room angrily and the door slams shut after you, leaving Kokonoi all by himself to keep doing his work. He had to admit, the head on top of your shoulders wasn't just for decoration, you actually do know how to use it.

You knew better than to ask him questions.

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THE noise from the club was deafening the moment you stepped into the place.

Once upon a time, Ran had told you he and his brother used to rule this place with an iron fist, before finding a much smarter way to make everyone submit to them. Now, practically all the clubs littered around Japan, including this one Manjiro Sano had decided to be the venue of the meeting, belong to them in Bonten's name.

Dressed in a sequined two piece cream top and skirt paired with heels, you certainly turned heads with your looks. You could hear whispers of men and women asking about who you were, seeing as you walked up to the V.I.P area with an air of confidence, somewhere only known Bonten members, business partners of Bonten or unlucky women foolish enough to entertain any executive were allowed to enter.

As expected, the guards in charge stopped you in your tracks. You could practically feel the predatory gazes of the men aimed at your choice of clothes, oozing lust, before flickering into disapproval at how you were dressed.

"V.I.Ps only."

His tone was condescending for someone that just stared at you like a piece of meat, although it was nothing new to you when it came to the men in Bonten. You don't pay mind to his attitude, instead lifting up your skirt partially to reveal the Bonten tattoo on your inner thigh. You could see his eyes practically entranced by the flesh of your thighs and the panties peeking through the skirt, greedily absorbing the details of every inch of skin as you lowered your skirt down.

You blame Kokonoi for letting you go through with that idea. Flashing people to reveal your tattoo isn't exactly ideal for you.

"Can I go in now?" You say and without waiting for them to finish, you push past them and got into the entrance to the V.I.P lounge.

IF you had a nickel for everytime Kokonoi lied to you about something, you would be extremely wealthy by now.

You could see the collection of wine bottles distributed across the tables, each to every individual's taste. Smoke billowed around the area, mixing with the scent of weed and alcohol. Voluptuous women were strewn on their laps, sides and even at their feet, smiling and pouring drinks, talking loudly or laughing at something they said.

This is not a meeting. This was a private party and you want nothing to do with it.

Haruchiyo, Bonten's number 2, is the first person to notice you awkwardly standing there and staring at the rest of them in horror and shock. His lips break out in a smile aimed at you, calling your name loudly and garnering everybody's attention, including Manjiro Sano who looked tired and bored, despite the woman who was sitting on his lap and feeding him. "The birthday girl is here, come sit down."

'Birthday girl? Does this look like a party I would like to attend?'

You mindlessly walked towards the space Haruchiyo had made between him and Manjiro, and sat there stiffly. You notice Haruchiyo hasn't touched his drinks at all, as if he was waiting for you to see this madness while he was sober. Electricity runs down your spine as he leaned so close to your ears, lips brushing it lightly to whisper;

"So, do you like it? Boss said I could plan it however I wanted since Kokonoi wasn't around."

'You shouldn't have.' The voice in your head is dry, sarcastic even, but you know better than to trigger him on his good days. Even if the urge to slap him across the face is creeping along the surface, you decided to keep things to yourself.

You glance briefly at Manjiro who was following (or trying to) a conversation the chatty escort he had hired had started. Your gazes meet briefly and you shyly avert your eyes away back to your lap.

Of course it was him that gave Haruchiyo the reins to host this party. Who else could do something like this?

You sigh weakly and turn to Haruchiyo, who was still waiting for your answer with a huge expectant grin on his lips. It wasn't like you could tell him the truth about how this party felt like it was for the men of Bonten and not for you.

"It's um…" you forced a smile at him before you continued lying. "... nice. Thank you sir."

A sigh of relief escapes your lips when his grin widens. You feel his arm drape over your shoulders, drawing you closer to his body. He dips his head into the crook of your neck, hot breath dancing along your body as he whispers in your ear again.

"Anything for you princess."

You sit frozen when he pulls away from you and goes back to the escort he was chatting with as if he didn't just make your heart race. You didn't get to think about it for long when a wine glass is put right in front of your face. Manjiro does not look at you as he shakes the wine glass in your face and you take it from him, trying to ignore the electricity running through your fingertips that brushed his.

"Thank you sir."

"Try to relax." His voice is low enough for only you to hear him speak. Your body grows hotter when he turns his gaze completely on your body, slowly scanning your attire for the evening before focusing on your face again. "We're not punishing you this time."

You nod quickly, making a huge effort to keep the glass in your shaking hands. Being so close to Manjiro Sano and Haruchiyo Sanzu proved to be more difficult than it should have been. Was it the fear that had been instilled into you by these men themselves?

Or was it the fact that you were surrounded by the constant reminders of your twisted sexual fantasies?

"A toast, to the birthday girl!" Ran's loud voice brings you out of your thoughts and you absentmindedly raise your glass up into the air. Whatever it is you feel about them doesn't matter, you couldn't afford to get anymore involved with Bonten beyond office contact.

"To life and a fatter ass!"

You don't notice Manjiro watching your facial expression morph into a scowl before hiding it with a fake laugh and repeating. "To life and a fatter ass."

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  "YOU didn't like the party.

You don't say anything in response, with the light hum of the car's engine serving as the only sound in the vehicle and opting to look out of the window instead, watching the cars drive past yours. Of course you absolutely hated everything tonight; hell even your sour facial expression couldn’t be hidden by your usual fake laughter and flirty words. Manjiro Sano had noticed and offered to take you home early when you said you were tired.

You don’t feel bad for cutting his time short despite him having little time to be frivolous. It’s his fault anyways for setting up a disaster like this in the first place without even being considerate enough to assume you wouldn’t want it and you don’t owe him any gratitude for a job terribly done.

He sighs after a while, now looking out of his own window to distract himself from the way your skirt rode up to reveal the flesh of your thighs. "I'm sure Sanzu tried his best given how he ... is."

Something in you snaps at that moment and you face him with annoyance in your eyes. You were just about done with the way he kept digging the knife deeper into your gut. "I had plans for the evening Mr. Sano." You put it bluntly, not caring if he took offense to your words or just ignored you completely. "I did not ask for anything. I'm beginning to think you do this to make me miserable."

Your frown only deepens when you hear him chuckle quietly before turning around to face you with a curious look written all over his face. Somehow, seeing you upset made you cuter in his eyes; You always looked so vulnerable in times like these, whether you're walking on eggshells around him or outright being ungrateful to him. Maybe it's the alcohol giving you an extra boost to speak your mind, and he'll allow it for now because he wants to hear what you have to say.

But it won't go unpunished.

"What were the plans you had for this evening?"

Manjiro doesn't miss the way your face contorts slightly into an uncomfortable smile. It's not like he didn't know anyways, he had overheard your discussion with Ran’s assistant about what you wanted to do about two weeks ago and it was what made him call Haruchiyo to plan the most disastrous party ever to stop you from going ahead with your plan.

"It's nothing, never min-"

"I know you wanted to hook up with some idiot you met on a dating app, don't play coy with me."

You swallowed hard at his harsh tone, flickering your eyes anywhere but his face. The ridiculous last minute party made sense now that he had ripped the band aid off. Manjiro must have heard of your plans to hook up with someone you had met, since Kokonoi never let you even breathe in peace or left you alone whenever you wanted to do something.

"Today was my only chance and you ruined it." Your voice cracks slightly as you hiss at him. It was frustrating honestly, the one time you had to yourself without Bonten breathing down your neck, they found a way to make you even more miserable. "I have needs too for god's sake! I have a life outside being your lackey-"

"So you were going to let some lowlife stick his dick into you because you can't keep your legs shut."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

You try to reply to him again but no words come to your head. You can only close your mouth and look at your lap; it's unbelievable that he was berating you for wanting some form of intimacy in your life after being so pent up and going through so much shit. "So what do you expect me to do Mr. Sano?" Your voice is bitter but you didn't care any more at this point. "Ask Kokonoi to fuck me? Or should I go to Ran or Haruchiyo? Or…"

A smile makes its way to your face the moment an idea pops into your mind. You raised your head sharply towards him and jabbed a finger into his chest to buttress your point.

"Or should I ask you to do it? To corrupt and taint me?"

"Stop that."

"Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Sano? Is that why you hate seeing me with those low-lives? Is that it?"

"Don't start something you know you can't finish, (name)" it's a stern warning and you know Manjiro Sano isn't just being petty as usual. He was actually getting riled up from your constant taunting, which only served as entertainment with you because when was the last time you saw Mikey ever react to anything? "Or else."

But you don't listen to him. Even though you know from past experience that angering your volatile boss could end up with a bullet embedded in your brain, you push yourself closer to his body until you were flush against him, watching him stiffen as you lowered your lips next to his ear and rested your hand on his muscular thigh. It's obvious you're not thinking straight since you've had a couple of drinks and he's trying to keep that in mind, especially when you begin to trace a line towards his crotch area.

"Or else what, Mr. Sano?"

It happened so fast you could barely comprehend how he had you on your back to the seat with his body hovering over yours. Bleach blond bangs frame his face, highlighting the once empty, soulless eyes into darkened gazes full of lust and greed, hot breath hitting your face. A strong pale veiny hand pins your arms above your head, his knees separating your thighs, your jaw in a bruising grip of his other hand.

"S-sir-"

"A bit too late for that." He cuts you short, before turning his head to the driver of the vehicle. "Stop the car, now."

Your heart thuds loudly against your chest as the driver pulls the car into a dark corner hidden from the streetlights, coming to a stop. Manjiro does not ease up his grip, nor does he stop gazing into your soul as he tells the driver to "get out" in less than polite terms. You can hear the door of the car open and close quietly, along with the faint flicker of a lighter as the man walks away from the car.

With the two of you alone, Manjiro doesn't hesitate to crash your lips against each other in a messy kiss. Your boss wins the battle of dominance almost immediately with the sheer force he uses to force your mouth open with his hand so that he could explore your mouth. Your moans are silenced with each bruising kiss from him, his teeth grazing your lips before his tongue swipes over the marked place, engulfing your mouth with his until your lungs burn for air.

Moans of "sir" escaped your lips in sync with every wet kiss he placed on your face and cheek. Manjiro moves his lips from your lips, to your jaw and then settles onto your neck. The feeling of his teeth grazing your neck has you mewling and leaning into his touch. His hand leaves your jaw and quickly makes its way to your skirt, hiking it up a bit to reveal your panties and the Bonten tattoo on the plush of your inner thigh.

Manjiro pulls away from your neck and you let out an annoyed whine, already craving for his mouth on your neck again. His eyes sizes up the lace panties you had worn, a wet patch forming on it and he begins to trace a finger up and down your slit, teasing you through your panties. You let out a soft "hngh" from your lips as he moves to your clothed clit, rubbing tight circles, sending waves of electricity all over your lower region.

"Don't think I'm going easy on you." He mutters whilst pushing your soaked panties aside to reveal your bare cunt. A soft whine escapes your lips as two of his fingers start entering into your tight pussy, forcing its way into your walls until you accommodate the intrusion. "As soon as I'm done stretching out this cunt, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

You don't get to reply as his fingers begin to move at a pace that has your body trembling.

His fingers curled into you, pumping them in and out of your pussy. A loud moan escapes your lips when his fingers brush that spot, making your eyes roll back and pussy pulse around his fingers. "You like that?" He whispers close to your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin, not letting up his rough finger fucking, curling his fingers even the more that has your legs shaking and the coil in your belly tightening. "Of course you do. You like it so much, look at how you're clenching on my fingers like a needy slut." His tone is mocking and yet, it only seemed to add fire to the flame.

Your body spasms in his hold, breathing fast as a violent orgasm rips through you until it becomes a dull throbbing and your head hangs while trying to catch your breath. Manjiro pulls away from your cunt and kneels upright. You peek through your lashes, watching him impatiently unbuckle his belt with one hand and toss it aside on the floor, followed by him working down the zipper and buttons of his pants, tugging it to his knees along with his boxers to reveal his thick, veiny cock springs free of its confines, drops of pre leaking from it.

He takes his dick in his free hand and smears the tip with pre before lining it up with your hole. A quiet groan escapes your lips as he rubs his length against your glistening pussy gathering all the slick, your heavy breathing matching his own. His grip on your hands above your head tightens, keeping you in place as he positions his tip in front of your entrance.

The pain when he pushes his tip into you is almost unbearable.

Your eyes snapped shut in response and you bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming as he slowly inched into you. "It'll be much easier for the both of us if you relax." He hisses at you, before reaching for your clit and circling it gently, trying to distract you from the pain. "Breathe."

His words were like a mantra and you found yourself taking in a deep breath and letting it out, trying your hardest to relax. Slowly, the pain from being stretched out gave way to feeling so full for the first time until he was buried at the hilt. A groan escapes Manjiro's lips; the feeling of your velvety walls around his hard cock was divine and if he didn't have any ounce of self control he would have cum immediately. His hips experimental rolls against yours and the loud "Manjiro" you let out had his brain short circuiting.

Everything is a blur after that.

His pace is fast, angling himself to your g-spot and abusing it, the whole car shaking with the power of his thrusts. His finger plays with your clit, despite you screaming "too much sir, too much!" in between moans and trying to squirm away from his brutal ministrations.

"Don't run away now, (name), I'm just doing what you want. Look at how well you're doing for a virgin." He says in between pants, thrusting into you even faster. He doesn't miss the whimper escaping your lips as his tip abuses your g-spot repeatedly- in fact it only encourages him to keep up the pace. "You're so obedient, I like this version of you. Might make you my personal slut- shit-"

His balls tighten at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him at that sentence. Seeing him staring down at you condescendingly as he fucks into you hard is shamefully arousing, and your mouth can't help letting out loud moans of pleasure when his fat tip prods against your cunt.

The noises of skin slapping skin from the intensity of his thrusts in the car is obscene and noisy, you're sure the guard standing outside is well aware of what is going on.

He lets go of your clit briefly to put your leg on his bony shoulder, bringing you even closer to him and presses a hot, messy kiss on your lips, his tongue playing with yours again. You answer his kiss with another weak moan, the coil in your belly tighten once again with the urge to snap.

"You look so fucked out, it's pathetic" he laughs against your lips and moves his head to the crook of your neck. His grip tightens on your hand as he holds your trembling body in place. "I would have mistakened you for a slut if you weren't so fucking tight." His hips stutter, before regaining his pace again. He spits out darkly; "Since you're so cock hungry, maybe you should be our personal slut, huh? Bonten's cumrag?"

Maybe it's the alcohol coupled with the intense feeling of pleasure that has your mind completely dumb for him. Maybe it's because he's the one in control of everything as he rolls his hips into you, bringing you closer and closer to edge, his dark eyes clouded with lust and greed peering into yours that had you saying "yes, yes yes yes-" until your second orgasm washes over you, more intensely than the first and knocks you out completely soon after.

He falls over the edge too, pumping loads and loads of cum into you as he bucks into you with a few more thrusts, more than anything he's produced before until he's spent completely. He pulls himself away from your cunt immediately and sits on his heels, dark eyes watching cum leak out of your abused hole and pool down your cunt with interest. Manjiro's eyes flicker up to your face and realized you have passed out.

'It must have been too intense for you, huh.'

He releases your hands above your head, taking note of the fingerprint bruises on his hand and reaches for your bag to take out your wipes. He cleans the cum and specks of blood outside your cunt and tries to dab off the stain on the chair as well before tugging your skirt down and adjusting his pants. Wounding down the window of the car, Manjiro signs the driver outside to come in and he obeys immediately, putting out his cigarette on the concrete wall.

A sigh escapes his lips, in sync with the car engine revving up again. Manjiro's eyes flicker down to your sleeping figure that he's maneuvered to his lap and trails his gaze down to the marks littered all over your jaw and neck. Deft fingers circle around the swelling skin, still lost in thought about how pretty you look with his markings.

Something in him is selfish when it comes to you. He’s never been outright with his affections, but there’s just something about you that makes him want to have you in his cage, trapped with him. Perhaps it’s why he let Koko take you in all those years ago and why you haven’t died yet despite your misdeeds. Maybe it’s because he sees himself in you; the pain and the loss, the madness that you’ve buried deep down in your heart.

But for now, he’ll settle with whatever you both have. As long as you stayed with him. And as long as you stayed loyal to Bonten.

"Take us to my house."

Forever. Even in death.

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[yuaa-haru]

"Open"

pairing: your fave x fem!reader

Warnings: porn w/o plot, bdsm dynamics, spanking, overstimulation, blindfold, sex toys, name-calling, squirting etc.

a/n: my first ever post, i do hope y'all like it ig.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Open" he said firmly, looking down at your body.

Your hands tied to the headboard, eyes with blindfold, naked. You opened your legs, just enough to see that glistening pussy.

His hand came slapping your inner thighs, making you whimper "are you testing me? I told you. Open."

You opened wider, letting him see you. You just thank god for the blinfold you have on, lessening the humiliation you're feeling.

"That's a good girl. I always knew you ain't a dumb little girl without having you stuffed by my dick, right?" You just knew it yourself that he was smirking.

Slap. "Ah!" you moan as his hands came down to your pussy. "Am asking you a question. What do you do when you're asked a question? Hmm?"

" 'm sorry, sir. I have to answer when I get asked" With the blinfold on, you never know what's coming next which makes it more exciting and nervous at the same time.

Gulp. And there you have it, that vibrating sound. The sound you only wish to hear when he's rewarding you, not punishing you.

Nothing to do, nothing to see. You just waited until he touched you. GASP. He placed it straight to your pussy lips. "That's a very nice answer, but still wouldn't cover your mistakes. " he said testing out the level of the toy.

"Now what happens to bad girls?" He asked pushing the vibrator inside. "hnngh! T-they can't enjoy the—ahh!—pleasure." You said hips moving away from the sudden pleasure.

He grabs your hips, making you stay still. "In short?" Pushes the vibrator in and out all the way. "I—anghh!!— have no right to— ahh!— cummm" you said ending as a whine.

He chuckles deeply. "That's right, they are not deserving to cum. " turning it higher, hearing your moans and pleas in the room, making his dick harder.

"But my girl wanted to cum badly, playing with your pussy without my permission. As a lover who wants the best for you, I shall just grant whatever you want right?" he said drawing an 8 figure on your clit hard.

"Hnngh! Am sorry—ahhh! Please! Ahhhh, nhnggh!" You begged, not wanting to happen what will happen. "I-i'm close! Sirrrrr! Hnggh! P-pleasee ahhh!" Your back arching while letting it all flow.

slap, slap, slap.

Strings of your juice connects to his hand as he continously spank your pussy. "such a bad slutty girl. Not even letting your owner decide what should happen, huh" SLAP. "ahh! Am sorry sir! Please hnngh! S-sensitive."

"Tsk, you only say that but I know for a fact that you don't mean it. " he push his hands inside your mouth with the hands he used to spank your pussy. You gag "hngh! , am shorry shir. Pleashe forgive me..." you said while sucking and licking his hand, tasting yourself.

You hear a chair move right beside your bed. The remote control turned to max, with the toy fully inside you. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Hnggh! S-sir! Hnggh! Hyahh! " your senses highten because of the blindfold, and you just came not too long ago overstimulating you.

" I remember I still have to finish some paperworks. Too bad I have to leave you here like this. Surely, you wouldn't mind right? Let me just finish all my paperworks and come back when i'm done. That is if I finish early. " as each word spoken, your mind becomes hazy, moans and please were heard from your mouth.

"Besides, you did this to yourself. The only thing you have to do now is wait for my return. That wouldn't be so hard now, would it? " you still nodded before losing your mind with the pleasure.

"I always need answer. But I'll let this slide for now. " he comes closer and kiss your forehead. "Safeword alway can be shouted when you can't do it anymore, okay? I'l stop it right away. "He whispered gently to your ears, then kiss them.

"I shall go now. And behave." His cold voice said, while exiting the door. Leaving you all by yourself, drowning in the pleasure set only for you.

—

Seconds turned minutes turned hours. You've stopped counting from orgasms you keep on having. The last time I check it was 6 or 7?

Even so, the level keeps on changing from the lowest suddenly to the highest. Playing with you until you writhe in pleasure. "Ah! Sir please! I can't anymore—hngh! N-not again! Ahh! " hoping that he would hear you.

Back arching, tugging your restraint, and eyes rolling back, yet nothing. You just have to take the pleasure and pain 'till you can't.

The door creeks open, you suddenly came back to your sense for a moment. "Sir? Anghh please remove i-it. Ahh. I'll be a good g-nghh!" You've come undone again, tongue out, moaning.

"My slutty bitch, look at you so helpless, so vulnerable. " you felt the bed move as he came to unlock the cuffs, kissing your hands to your arms. He tug off the blindfold allowing you to adjust your eyes. Swiftly, he stays behind you and you're in between his legs, both of you sitting in the bed.

He moves your hand guiding it to the damped part of the bed. "Did you have fun, hmm? Cumming countless of times from a vibrator. Now tell me, which is better that sex toy or me?" He whispered in your sensitive ears.

"Y-you sir..." saying it without hesitation, hoping it would lessen the punishment. He kissed your ears, going to your neck sucking that sweet spot that makes your head lean on his shoulders shaking from the pleasure.

He removed the toy from you, spreading those legs to see your reddened pussy. Clenching nothing. "Such a good answer, this pussy still like me better than a damn toy." Cupping it before asking. " who's is this?" "Ah! Y-yours sir." "Damn right it is, it's my fucking pussy." kissing your lips.

It was sloppy, kissing you while taking his shirt off. Laying you down the bed. "And i can do whatever I want with it." Smirks, letting his hand inside you.

"S-shit. S-sir! W-ait hnghh. 'm still sensitive. Hnggh!" arching your back, which makes it easier for him to suck those nipples. Kissing, licking, sucking, poking. He did everything with that tongue cause he knows how sensitive it is.

He stopped his hands for a sec, gathering all those juices before pushing in with scissoring motion. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Kiss! Pleaseee" you pleaded, "of course, how can I not? " he let you kiss him.

"A-am close sirrrr! Let me come please. I won't do it againnnn hnggh! Please, please, please." He nods. "Come for me, love." " I-i'll be good—fuuuuckkk!" Waves of pleasure comes through staining his arms and hands.

"Fucking hell, love. So damn hot squirting with my fingers" your eyelids starting to close, breathing in an out.

He bite his lips, metal unbuckling letting his member free. "Don't pass out on me, doll. " he lightly slaps your face.

"Gotta make you squirt on my dick"

[asirensrage]

Unrepentant

Title: Unrepentant Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Explicit Pairing: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Fem!Reader, Bonten x Fem!Reader Word count: 3599 Warnings: Dark!fic. Dub-con. Wearing a collar and leash as punishment. Talk of ownership. Edging. Coercion. Public Sex. Swearing. Drug Use. Threats. Choking. Orgasm Denial. References to drug addiction. Unbeta'd. *warnings are not exhaustive*

Notes: I had the urge to write something while listening to Poison from Hazbin Hotel on repeat. This is the result. It is a dark fic. Consider yourself warned. Reader is not described in looks or size. Please let me know what you think. (It's one of the many fics/oneshots I have planned or started for TR lol.) Enjoy!

HEED THE WARNINGS

How did it come to this?

You’re kneeling at his feet, eyes on the ground as the bass of music in the club thumps in time with the headache in the back of your skull. It’s punishment. 

Not the headache. That’s the ache that comes with withdrawal, the same way your fingers twitch as you try to hold them in place. But the position you’re in. The collar tight around your neck that’s attached to a chain he holds. The tension is loose as if it’s not there, but you know if you even shift out of your position, you’ll feel it. 

Feet come to pause in front of you, clad in expensive shoes. You don’t move, don’t look to confirm your suspicion about who it is. 

“Look at you,” he coos. You can hear him clearly over the music, but it’s only when he bends down and tilts your head up to look at him, that you know you’re right. “You look like a fragile thing like this, doll. What’d you do to earn this?”

He knows. They all know. It’s just another test. Ran grins at you as you drop your eyes, knowing you can’t respond right now without permission. 

“Answer.” The man holding your chain demands, yanking it slightly in warning. 

You don’t flinch, don’t make a sound at the way it jars you. “I made a mistake,” you say, just loud enough that they both can hear you. 

Ran laughs at that. “Yeah, baby? A mistake?”

It was more than that. The reason Mikey collared you and kept you chained tonight at his feet was a lesson in humiliation and obedience. In a fit of sobriety, you had attempted to escape. You didn’t get far. 

“That what you’re calling it?” 

You look up at Ran. He looks as handsome as ever, but you know the truth of what’s behind his good looks. You know how much blood is on their hands. You nod and drop your eyes again. 

His hand grips your jaw tightly, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Such a pretty thing, baby. Open your mouth.” 

Fear sparks up your spine. You’re in public, even if it’s the VIP area of the club. There are others around. The hesitation makes Ran dig his fingers in tighter, pressing your cheeks against your teeth as he forces you to open your mouth. He leans in and lets a lob of spit fall from his mouth into yours. You swallow, taking the revulsion with it. He smirks, letting go of your jaw before he pats your cheek. He looks up to Mikey who has the chain you’re attached to wrapped around one of his hands. “Let me know when you’re done with her. She can keep the chain.” 

The worst part is that you can only blame yourself. This was a choice you made. Even if you didn’t know it would turn out this way. 

⛓️

It had been chance that led you to them. A bad day, week, year…it had all added up to the moment when you found yourself stumbling into a firm chest. You had dropped the paperwork you had been holding and could only watch helplessly as it fell into the rain. You were crying before you realized it, the dam of stress finally breaking. You kneel on the wet ground, tears falling and mixing with the rain that had started to soak into your skin.

He could have left you. He should have left you, but the stranger you ran into paused and bent down, helping you pick up the papers. He made some ill-timed joke about it not being that bad, and before you knew it, you were telling him about how this was going to get you fired. The admission that you were struggling to provide for your family. A younger sibling, a mother in the hospital…you were their last leg of survival. And it was ruined. 

Until he offered to help.

You should have run in the other direction and never looked back. 

⛓️

You hear his laugh first. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” Sanzu says, leaning against the chair behind you. You can practically feel the heat of his body against your back. It’s not surprising. The outfit you’re in can barely be called a dress. “Shit, Mikey…you like her like this? You look like you belong there, sweetheart,” Sanzu says. You ignore the jeering. He likes to get a reaction. 

“Maybe we should keep her like this all the time.” A foot nudges the side of your leg. Rindou. It wasn’t often the two of them were together, but it was a dangerous combination. Like the Haitani brothers together and in a competitive mood.

You try to ignore them, but then Rindou moves in front of you. He doesn’t bend down, but he slips his foot between your legs. You watch as he steps a bit closer before pressing the top of his foot up against you. You tremble, trying not to react as he purposefully tries to make you break, to make you beg, to do anything that counts as breaking Mikey’s rules tonight. You try to focus on your breathing instead of how he rubs his foot against you and how the laces on his shoes cause nearly enough friction on your clit through the lace of the underwear you wear. 

It’s torture trying to keep yourself from grinding down on it, seeking a release you know they can give you if they’re feeling generous.

Finally, he pulls back and you let out a shuddered breath.

“You must really be sorry,” Rindou says. 

A hand digs into your hair, pulling your head back until you’re looking up at Sanzu who’s staring down at you, cerulean eyes narrow in their glare. 

“Are you?” he demands. 

You nod quickly, tears prickling in your eyes at the pain of your hair being pulled with the motion. “It was a stupid mistake. I’ll be good!”

He drags a drag of whatever he’s smoking and leans down, blowing it in your face. The familiar scent of marijuana engulfs you and you breathe in quickly, chasing the tease of a high. Anything for an escape. “You better fucking hope so,” he says.  

⛓️

Kakucho offers you two things when you finally get out of the rain. He’ll smooth over the issues at your job, follow you and explain that the destroyed paperwork was his fault…or he’ll get you a job. One that will compensate you far better than anything you’ll do in an office that doesn’t appreciate you. He can help you protect your family, to give them a better life and better healthcare for your mother. 

You’re not stupid. You question his motives first. 

He shrugs. “Maybe I just can’t stand to see a pretty girl cry.” There’s something in his eyes that warns you, but you ignore it...and ask what the job entails.

⛓️

Mochi doesn’t kneel in front of you. 

He doesn’t do anything like trying to edge you or blow smoke in your face. Instead, he rests his hand on the top of your head as he speaks to Mikey. He stands in front of you, but in a way that feels more like he’s blocking you from the others. A small kindness. 

Until he bends down and gently tilts your head up to look at him. He looks at Mikey before offering you a sip of his drink. You agree instantly, letting him tilt it to your lips. “You look good like this, princess. But I prefer you unchained. Hope you learn this lesson. You try it again and one of us just might have to break something.” The drink spills over your lips, making you cough as you choke on the sudden increase of liquid. You bend forward before you can stop yourself, coughing harder. The collar tightens as the chain doesn’t give any further leeway. 

You hear someone laugh in the distance. You think it might be Sanzu but you ignore it, well aware of the pleasure they’re taking in your penance. Mikey had given you a choice when you were dragged back in front of him. Your life or your family’s. It was the same one that got you into this situation in the first place. Only this time, if you chose to leave them in the manner they picked, they’d go to your family and drag them deeper into the depths you were submerged in. Your mother was recovering. Your younger sibling has a future ahead of them. You couldn’t bury them in your regrets and bad decisions. You made the same choice you did last time. The same one you’ll make every time. 

You go back to your kneeling position once you can breathe again.

⛓️

The job that Kakucho promises is a simple office job. One where you keep your head down and don’t ask questions. It lasts two weeks. Two weeks of learning the systems, of ignoring the small things you start learning about who you’re working for. Two weeks of dealing with the confused looks other people send you, of the way Kakucho appears occasionally to walk you out. Until he kisses you. 

He doesn’t apologize when you reel back in surprise. His mismatched eyes watch you, hand grabbing your wrist before you get too far. It’s just a kiss, he tells you. Don’t forget why you’re here. 

A reminder that you owe him. You nod and he lets you go, but the next day, a strange man is waiting at your desk. One of the other executives, you quickly learn. 

⛓️

The pain in your head is growing. 

You want silence or at least something stronger than a puff of smoke shotgunned into your mouth. You never used to do drugs. Funny how fast that all changed. Now you’ll take anything to forget. 

Your legs have gone numb under you and you’ll be lucky if you can walk when he finally decides to take you home. There’s no other place for you. You lost your own apartment ages ago and while all the men have used you, Mikey holds you as tight as he does now, whether or not there’s a physical chain that links you. You owe him your life now. He was gracious not to kill you when you ran from them. This is a small price compared to what you could have owed. 

“You gonna let her up?” 

Takeomi. You don’t see him, but you hear him. If Mikey says anything in response, it blends too well into the background. 

“Least he chose you a good outfit. Look up at me, darling.” They each have their pet names for you when they’re being kind…or wanting to mock you and your fate. 

You wait for the tug signalling permission before you look up at Mikey’s advisor. He’s smoking a cigarette and standing there, looking down at you. He’s older, a scar on his face like some of the others. Different and yet so similar that it makes you think of Kakucho who’s either not attending or has been ordered away from you. 

“You’re fucked up, aren’t you?” he asks. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth before turning to offer it to you. It’s not as strong as you want, but the nicotine might be enough to help ease some of the headache you’re feeling. He lets you inhale twice before he takes it back. An indirect kiss that’s tame compared to some of the other stuff you’ve done together. 

“Thank you,” you say, knowing it’s required. 

He smirks at you, taking another drag before he turns to Mikey. “You should keep the collar.” 

“I know a place,” a new voice interrupts. Koko leans down as he steps up next to you. “We could get one of the ones that she can’t take off. With our symbol carved into it.” He looks at you carefully before lifting your head to look at him. “Thought you’d be crying.” He lets out a small sigh as if he’s disappointed. “You’re prettier when you’re crying.”

You look away, unsure of how to respond to that. Koko likes to spoil you, but he also likes to see you overstimulated and begging for him to stop. Every gift comes with a price and you pay the most with Koko’s. 

“You should have come to me,” Koko says softly. “Would have fucked that mistake out of your head.” He uses your term, informing you that they’re talking about you. It’s nothing new. You’ve been with them all, separately and together. They’ve all seen you breaking apart around them and each other. It’s only everyone else that doesn’t get a taste of you. 

⛓️

The first time you meet Mikey, you’re outside a club you never wanted to go to. It was some party for the employees and the entire floor had been invited. It had been made clear to you, not only by Kakucho but Ran and the others as well, that your attendance was mandatory.

You’re in the middle of eating one of the snacks you picked up at the convenience store on the way here, leaning against the wall of the club. There’s no line tonight and you’re in no rush to go in. You’d rather not drink on an empty stomach. 

It’s not long before you realize someone’s watching you. 

You turn to look, but when you finally catch them, it becomes a little more apparent that they’re not staring at you, but at the food in your hand. 

“Want one?” you ask. He looks thin, his outfit too large on him. You’re not particularly charitable, but you’d rather get rid of the food and garbage before walking into a club. You offer the bag to him. 

He stares at you, finally meeting your eyes, for a long moment. “Why?”

You shrug. “I’m full…and I don’t want to carry it. You can throw it out if you want, but it’s still sealed. I just bought it down the street.” 

He takes the bag, pulling the pancake treat out and staring at the package. He looks back at you. “You here?” he asks, nodding towards the club. When you nod, he leaves and you watch incredulously as he walks in with the plastic bag in one hand. The bouncers don’t even ID him. 

⛓️

Mikey pulls at your collar until you’re stumbling in front of him, leaning into his legs as you try to ease the pressure. He shifts his position before pulling and you’re left struggling as climb up into his lap at his silent demand. 

You straddle his thighs, waiting until he directs you. You’re not usually this calm, this submissive, but the threat of your family’s lives hangs over your head. Regret for your own choices sits heavy in your gut. It’s your own fault. 

“Look at me.”

You lift your eyes to meet Mikey’s. His gaze is dark, but it’s not empty like it used to be. Not like when you met. He stares at you for a long moment before his hand slips between your legs. Your breath hitches as his fingers shove your underwear to the side, pressing in. He doesn’t look away from you as he swipes up before pulling his fingers out. They shine slightly, slick with the wetness that gathered from Rindou’s foot and the way the men have come to tease you, to try to make you react to them to exacerbate your punishment. 

He holds them up between you before moving them to your mouth. You open instantly, letting Mikey press his fingers down on your tongue. You close your lips around them, sucking softly and trying to clean yourself off of him. 

“Trying hard to earn my forgiveness, aren’t you?” he says. 

You nod, moving your tongue over his fingers until he shoves them further down your throat until you choke. Tears build up in your eyes instantly. He keeps them there as you struggle to breathe before he pulls them out. 

You gasp for air, tears falling down your cheeks. A sharp smack against your ass makes you take a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from crying. 

“You want my forgiveness. Earn it.”

⛓️

Your back is to his chest as you face the room. The music thumps in along with your heartbeat. You’re not sure where one stops and the other begins at this point. Smoke hangs in the air, a hazy mix of tobacco, marijuana and fog from the machines. It’s not enough. 

You rock your hips, trying to build the pleasure for both of you. Mikey is hard inside you, stretching you deliciously, one hand looped around the chain attached to your collar while the other rests on the side of the couch he sits on. You’re doing all the work, trying your best to get him off, to ignore the eyes of the Executives on you. You’ve seen some of them palming themselves already, trying to ease the tension building from the sight of you fucking their leader. 

You’d be more embarrassed if you weren’t so focused on this. It's not the first time they’ve watched you, but you’re usually somewhere more private. Not in the VIP section of a club, a open balcony where anyone could see you if they actually wanted to. The crowd would be able to hear you whining, desperate and needy, if it wasn’t for the music. You’re surprised but you don’t question the choice. None of them like sharing you and the last time someone else other than any of them walked in on you taking care of one of them, they ended up dead. 

“Mikey–” you groan, grinding your hips back into his. “Mikey, please,” you beg. You’re not allowed to cum until he lets you. 

The chain pulls suddenly, yanking your head back until you’re arching your back and your face is next to his. It hurts but you don’t dare complain. Not when you’ve managed to avoid it so far.

“You ordering me?” he asks. “You think you deserve to cum?” 

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, hands reaching to the collar, trying to ease some of the pressure. You deviate before you touch it, hearing one of the other men groan in disappointment that you’re still coherent enough to not get yourself into more trouble. Instead, you cup your breasts over the slip of a dress you wear. “‘m sorry…” you whine, trying to move your hips, to chase the high that’s building.

“Look at them.” 

Your eyes try to find the other men watching the two of you but the angle you’re currently forced into makes it difficult. 

“The only reason you’re not being fucked by them is because of me. Because I haven’t given them permission.” He thrusts his hips up, making you cry out in surprise at the sudden change. “I own you. You gave your life to me and here you are, fucking yourself on me, begging me for a release you don’t fucking deserve. You want to cum? Fucking beg for my forgiveness.”

“I’m sorry!” You say quickly, tears burning in your eyes from the pain of the position you’re in. “Mikey, I’m sorry! I’ll never run again! I swear! I’ll be good! Please, Mikey! I was wrong! I’m yours!”

“Hmm..” he doesn’t say anything else, but the pressure on your throat finally eases and you’re able to lean forward, breathing like normal again. You put your hands on his knees before going back to moving your hips, to using him to fuck yourself on at his orders. 

It doesn’t take long before he tires of your pace. His hand is on your throat, his other arm wraps around your waist as he thrusts up into you. He pulls you down, slamming you onto him. There’s nothing you can do but hold on, begging for a release he’s continued to refuse you. 

He breaks, pulling you down onto him, cock twitching as he cums inside. You moan at the feeling but it’s still not enough, not to get you off. You’re left on the cusp of your orgasm, feeling needy and desperate in a way that you’ve long gotten over hating yourself for. 

“Mikey, please..” you beg quietly.

He pulls you back, hand stroking softly against your hip as he presses his lips against the spot behind your ear. “You ever try to leave again, I’ll gift you to my men. All of them.” The threat freezes in your chest. It was one thing to be shared amongst the top men of Bonten. It was a whole other to be given to the men who made up the layers of the organization. You wouldn’t survive it. 

“I’ll be good,” you promise. 

He kisses your neck again before holding up the chain that’s attached to the collar around your neck. “Ran.”

You turn, looking to see the eldest Haitani grin before getting up to fetch you. There’s a prominent bulge in his pants as he takes the leash from Mikey. 

“Come on, baby. You gotta apologize to all of us,” he says with a smirk. “Think you can make it up to me too?”

“I expect her back when she’s done.”

You carefully climb off of Mikey’s lap, ignoring the feeling of Mikey’s release slipping out of you and trailing down your thigh, and follow Ran as he leads you by the chain toward the others. Regret churns in your stomach and you quickly shove it down. 

After all, you can only blame yourself. 

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[liexki]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 + 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 : 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐓

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: When the first division of TOMAN, Keisuke Baji, passes away, the Commander, Manjiro Sano, take his younger sister, Y/N Baji, in and soon forms a gang in their mid 20s. Now being the leaders of the criminal organization BONTEN and entering the gang scene with a federal bounty on her head, what if love with her No. 2 and a bit of the past resurfaces?? What if there was a little sorrow and betrayal?? Some gang shit in the mix too!?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: various substances (vapes, weeds, cigarettes, pills, ect.), curse words, mentions of sex work if you squint

“Sanzu, Y/N, respectfully, please calm down on the amount of drugs.” Kakucho said, sitting across from Sanzu. Stubbly looking over to Mikey at the right of him — strangely attending the meeting at the head of the table — asking for approval to question such big figures in the way he did.

TO KEEP READING, YOU UNDERSTAND THE CONTENT WARNING MENTIONED ON THE TOP OF THE SCREEN ARE PRESENT IN THIS POST AND FUTURE EPISODES.

Y/N sent a sharp glare towards despite being on the other head, about a metre away from the number 3. Sanzu gave a cheeky smile that people would relate to the Cheshire cat. His pearly whites showed while Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy’s antics.

“I’ll only stop if I bring Mikey and the princess an issue. I do think Y/N should stop. She’ll age really badly!” He responded to Kakucho while a bit of fake sympathy laced his voice.

“I’ve bought enough for Y/n to not age badly. Great retinols and I’ve even showed her some botox places that were rated well. She gave me the same little pretty glare she’s giving you now.” Ran pitched into the conversation.

“Shut the fuck up Ran no one cares about you and your issues about being an old hag.” Sanzu bites the 31 year old to his side, the banter flowing freely among the trio.

“For once I believe I have to agree with the dunce.” Rindou reluctantly admitted.

“I think we should get back to the main problem right now.” Kokonoi started, “We need to start making connections with different gangs at the moment and we also need to work on our financial issue which is being affected with the substance use from all of you.”

“I don’t do drugs!” Mucho stated in defence of his use.

“You dumbfuck! Substances aren’t just drugs. I’m saying those shitty cigarettes you smoke, the vapes that teens these days use, to edibles or drugs that Y/N and Sanzu are using. They’re all substances and FUCK WE SPEND TO MUCH ON THAT SHIT!” Kokonoi explained with frustration.

“So, all you want is for me to stop using drugs? Well then, I’m out of this then. Mikey, Kakucho, Kokonoi, and Takeomi. Make an event sending regards and invite the top 15 gangs to an event at one of the Haitani's clubs. Ran and Rindou, you guys can decide a club you’re fine with being used.” Y/n ordered.

With a click-clack of her MIU MIU heels, Y/N pushed her chair back and walked out of the room. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the room as Mikey watched her leave. As a small grin decorated his face, entertained by the events. A quiet chuckle left Sanzu’s mouth with the same idea.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

"You guys know the BONTEN event, right??" Kimiko sat with her legs crossed on top of a table.

"Yeah. One of my workers told me when their number 2 was high." Shu replied taking another hit of his blunt.

"OMG DON'T TELL ME YOU GOT US AN INVITE? KIMI!" Aria squealed with excitement while shaking Kimiko's shoulders rapidly.

"Yes, yes, yes. I was able to get myself on the list and asked the man if I could bring you. I also said that I could provide smokes and shit so Shu, you need to be there with something for about 150 people." Y/n rambled. "Aria, keep on the low though. You're not a present figure."

"Yes ma'am!!" Aria chorused.

Kimiko shot her an annoyed look but secretly felt a sense of happiness.

"What's the deal. Why would they hold an event?" Shu interrogated.

Kimiko didn't know but she had one thing on her mind. Build connections with the gang. The others in the room had a similar idea as well but they'd never admit that. As the leader, she needed to step up.

"BONTEN is uptight so I doubt they'd let anyone know but I'm thinking it's about business."

She glanced over to Shu and he cracked a grin to her gaze.

"Let's take this opportunity to talk to them privately and introduce them to us. Aria, you step down on this one. Me and Shu will do the talking, don't expect this to be free time though. Make sure you study the other people at the event."

Aria nods. Shu focuses.

'Y/N should be wary of who she messes with.' Kimiko thought.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

“Hey, Kakucho. Who told that one bitch about our event?” Mochizuki asked him at the VIP section of the bar as they just finished the final few touches of the event.

Kakucho and Kokonoi got confused about what he was talking about. The 2 walked over to try and look at the phone he was holding and Y/N just took a glance from her side across the room.

“I told them.” Y/N said.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be underground?” Kakucho asked, “It kinda makes us look desperate…you know?”

Mochizuki looked at the phone in confusion as everyone was on the same page of this being laid-back and secretly trying to find someone to ally with. Nothing too public. That was indeed not the case though and Y/N had other plans that differed with the group.

“It’s just for a bit of excitement. We haven’t said shit or made any moves in a while. Keeps the people thinking and people might less pussy and actually talk to us.” Y/N explained.

The time had now been 10:45 and the rest of the members were doing their own thing while Mikey looked at you with his cold eyes. He was curious about the way you stood silent and looked at the ground instead of scrolling on your phone as usual.

The B2 tweet really got the people going insane and some envied the groups and those who had come out saying they were going. Your ego was as big as a pool but your cold demeanour covered it up. He thought you’d look at them as a laugh.

“Y/N. Let’s talk outside.” Mikey asked.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTEDDDD!!!!” Sanzu barged in holding a bottle of beer in front of the crowd of gang members who had arrived.

The crowd went insane after seeing the bubblegum crackhead’s words. Rindou was playing DJ that night and the EDM was echoing throughout the speakers set around the building. Girls were sitting on the speakers still looking pretty to attract the gangs and get them to feel themselves.

Mikey watched everyone from the VIP room. The security cameras had 8k quality. The average company could only wish to own the amount of cameras they have. He thought back to the conversation he had with Y/N. Something she had known.

“You have some plan. Something smartass type shit.” Mikey confronted her softly so she wouldn’t feel as if he was enraged.

“Mhm. Wanna know or something?” Y/n questioned back.

Now Mikey was faced with a sense of curiosity. He had trusted Y/N because it was mutual. She’d put her life for him and he’d do the same but they knew they’d never be in that situation. Y/N was smarts enough to cover for both of their hellish lives. Despite this, in that moment that was something that he wanted to question her on.

What Mikey didn’t realise is that Y/N knew his every expression. Even his pitch black eyes that held no emotions was something that didn’t stop her from figuring out how he really felt. His eyes staring into the ground was enough to tell her he was pondering about asking.

“I’m thinking of making small changes so we can catch these big gangs hitting their most vulnerable moments. More girls around to see how they respect women, seeing how they react under the influence of alcohol. It’s small things that set it up.” Y/n clarified.

What she said really had made a difference in how the delinquents around the club and bar were acting. Some were straight hooligans and some had acted like how old friends of his probably would’ve if they still were here.

As Mikey was attentively watching the cameras he soon realised all the members had left the room, he decided to walk out himself and become a little more social.

✈︎ ˖°ʚ 🐈‍ ɞ·˚ ✩

“I guess we have a lot more in common than I thought. Shu Yamaha, correct?” Kokonoi clarified to the man in front of him.

‘Insanely famous for exporting drugs across Hiroshima to Akita. We could use that. His brother’s motor company could be useful but I doubt he still talks to them when he’s doing shit like this.’ Kokonoi thought

“Yes Mr. Kokonoi. I’m glad I was able to talk business with someone in this industry. No one seems to think about the future in our work. All they do is think about throwing fists and updating their body count just to go home and hook up with someone they barely know!” Shu chats to the executive.

“Agreed. You can never know about what comes next but it’s still vital to stick to the present. Time is of the essence, am I right? Most of the people tonight are on wanted lists. Especially BONTEN. The moment this doesn’t work out we won’t be able to get proper jobs without people fearing our past.”

“Of course. I think I’ll be taking my leave.” Shu said

Shu walke away but before he could go too far, Kokonoi walked over behind him and tapped his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I got a business card?”

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Him & I

( ♡ ) pairing : Bonten!Sanzu x fem!Bonten!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, explicit content , mention of drugs , smoking , illegal substances , substances abuse

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Sanzu x reader 😭😭

— " You ever had a night that starts out all wrong but ends up being the best of your life?" Sanzu asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Can't say I have," you replied, watching him carefully. Sanzu Haruchiyo was known for his wild ideas, and that glint usually meant trouble. But tonight, you were feeling adventurous.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, let me tell you, this might just be one of those nights."

The neon lights of the city danced in the puddles on the sidewalk as you turned down an alley, the rain-soaked concrete shimmering like a disco floor. The air had the scent of rain and something else, something sweet and pungent that you couldn't quite place. Sanzu grinned, leading the way into the heart of the Bonten's territory.

You entered a dimly lit room, the walls plastered with posters of old-school rock bands and graffiti that told stories of rebellion and freedom. The air was thick with smoke, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the space. A few faces turned your way, but the atmosphere remained relaxed, almost welcoming.

Sanzu gestured to a corner booth, where a man in a leather jacket sat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He nodded at you, and Sanzu slid in opposite him, patting the seat next to him. "This is our guy," he said, and the man slid a small plastic bag across the table.

Inside were three tiny pills. LSD, ecstasy, and a strain of marijuana so potent it was known as Dragon's Breath. Your heart raced at the sight of them, a mix of excitement and nerves. This was definitely not your typical Friday night.

With a wink, Sanzu popped one of each into his mouth and washed them down with a swig of beer "You in?" he asked, holding out the bag to you.

You took a deep breath and made your decision "Why not?" you said, and swallowed the pills with a mouthful of vodka, your nose scrunching at the burn of the alcohol on your throat .

The man in the leather jacket chuckled, lighting up a fresh joint "You two are in for a ride," he said, and the flame from his lighter briefly illuminated the glee in his eyes.

The first effects of the LSD began to tickle the edges of your consciousness. The colors grew more vivid, and the patterns on the posters started to move, swirling like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. Sanzu's eyes were wide with excitement, his pupils dilated to pinpricks. He leaned back in his seat, a contented smile spreading across his face.

The ecstasy hit you next, a warm, tingly sensation that started in your toes and worked its way up to your fingertips. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been draped in a warm, velvety blanket. The laughter in the room grew more infectious, and you found yourself grinning at the simplest of things: a joke, a shared glance, the way the light reflected off the chrome of the bar.

Then came the marijuana. The smoke from Sanzu's joint curled around you like a serpent, and you took a tentative puff. The dragon's breath filled your lungs with a warm, spicy smoke that seemed to expand your chest and clear your mind. Time stretched out, and the conversations around you turned into a symphony of words and laughter.

Sanzu's hand tapped a rhythm on the table, his fingers leaving trails of light in their wake. You watched, fascinated, as the light danced and swirled, creating intricate patterns that were impossible to look away from. The man in the leather jacket leaned in, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're just getting started," he said, and his voice echoed in your head like a whispered secret.

The night grew wilder, the music more intense, and the lights began to pulse in time with the beating of your heart. The walls of the room melted away, and suddenly your were in the middle of a rainstorm, the droplets falling in sync with the bassline. Sanzu looked at you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and something else, something deeper that you couldn't quite put my finger on.

After taking a hit from the Dragon's Breath marijuana, reality becomes even more distorted, with time stretching and sounds synesthetically blending with the visuals. The setting becomes increasingly surreal, with the music and lights seemingly controlling the environment, and Sanzu's behavior hinting at an underlying meaning or purpose to the night's events. The narrative builds to a crescendo of sensory overload.

"You okay?" he shouted over the din, his voice distorted by the pounding music.

Your nodded, the smile on your face feeling like it was painted on with a brush made of pure joy. "Better than okay," you yelled back.

And with that, you let the night take you, spinning you through a whirlwind of colors, sounds, and emotions that defied description. You danced and talked and laughed until the world outside the club ceased to exist, and all that remained was the rhythm of the music and the promise of a bond forged in a haze of chemical euphoria.

The walls of the club grew more fluid, the patterns swirling like a living painting. The music pulsed through you, each beat a heartbeat of the city itself. The faces around you grew more distorted, morphing into masks of pure emotion, a reflection of the chaos and beauty that lay within you all.

As the night progressed, the boundaries between reality and hallucination blurred. You stumbled into the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent lights casting monstrous shadows on the walls. In the mirror, you reflection stared back, a twisted, grinning caricature of yourself . Sanzu leaned in, his reflection rippling like water. "You ready for the real adventure?"

With a mischievous grin, he produced a handful of tiny paper tabs, each one inscribed with an intricate design. "These are the VIP passes," he shouted over the music. "They'll take us to the real party."

You swallowed the tabs, and the world outside the bathroom grew distant, the sounds of the club fading into a dull hum. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, until everything was a blur of sensation. You stumbled back into the throng of the dance floor, the music now a living entity that had consumed the very essence of the night.

As the LSD reached its peak, the club transformed into a surreal wonderland. The dancers became a sea of flowing fabric and limbs, moving as one to the rhythm of the bass. The air was electric with energy, and you felt as if you could reach out and pluck stars from the sky. Sanzu's hand found yours , and together you were pulled along by the current of the experience, your laughter echoing through the maze of light and sound.

The night grew deeper, the colors more vivid, and the lines between reality and fantasy grew thinner. You danced on rooftops and swam in rivers of neon. You talked to gods and whispered secrets to the stars.

In the quiet moments between the peaks of euphoria, you could feel the threads of the universe weaving themselves into a new pattern, one that included you in ways you hadn't anticipated.

The night had become a canvas, and you were the paint, mixing with the colors of the city to create a masterpiece that was both your salvation and your damnation.

You and Sanzu navigating the increasingly surreal and intense experiences brought on by the drugs, all while being drawn deeper into the enigmatic and often dangerous world of Bonten. The tale weaves a complex dance of friendship, loyalty, and the pursuit of pleasure in the face of an ever-shifting reality. Each step they take together will bring you closer to the truth of who they are and what you're capable of, as you grapple with the consequences of your wild night out.

The VIP tabs hit you like a tidal wave of color and sound. The club walls melted away, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the city's streets. The air was charged with an energy so potent it made your hair stand on end. Sanzu's grip on your hand tightened as you descended a staircase that seemed to stretch on forever, the bass from the music above pounding like a heartbeat beneath your feet.

The underground room was a cavern of debauchery, a place where the city's elite had come to indulge in their darkest desires. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and danger, a heady mix that made my heart race even faster. Sanzu looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a wild excitement that was both infectious and terrifying. "Welcome to the real Bonten," he shouted over the cacophony.

The faces in the crowd were a blur of power and madness, their smiles a mix of greed and hunger. They moved in a way that defied logic, their bodies contorting and merging with the shadows that danced on the walls. The music here was different, a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very core of your being. You could feel the beat in your chest, in your bones, as if it were a part of you.

As the effects of the LSD peaked, the walls of the cavern began to pulse and breathe, the very air around you shimmering with a psychedelic glow. Sanzu and you danced among the throng, lost in the rhythm, your movements as fluid and unpredictable as the patterns of light that played across our skin. The boundaries of your bodies dissolved, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were one with the music, one with the night.

The ecstasy heightened every sensation, making the tactile world around you feel like a lover's caress. The fabric of your clothes seemed to whisper secrets, the floor beneath you a sea of warm, welcoming embraces. And the marijuana, oh, the marijuana. It wrapped you in a warm, fuzzy blanket of contentment, smoothing the edges of your consciousness until everything was soft and gentle.

But amidst the chaos, there was order. The Bonten's influence was everywhere, a silent, unseen force that guided the ebb and flow of the party. Sanzu whispered in your ear, his voice a mix of awe and terror. "This is just the beginning," he said.

The lights grew dimmer as the music grew more primal, the bass vibrating through the very marrow of our bones. The room's walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm, the patterns weaving in and out of existence like a serpent's dance. The air grew thick with the scent of desire, a musky perfume that filled your nostrils and coiled around your hearts.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, revealing a stage of velvet and chrome. On it, a group of figures moved in a mesmerizing ballet of flesh and light. Sanzu's hand released yours, and without a word, he led you to the center of the floor. The dancers circled you, their movements fluid and sinuous, each one a study in the art of seduction.

Your hearts pounded in sync with the music, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as the scene unfolded. You were no longer just observers; you had become the center of the performance, the living embodiment of the night's decadence. The LSD painted the scene in a kaleidoscope of colors, each touch, each caress, a symphony of sensation that transcended the physical.

The onlookers' eyes were glued to you, their faces a blur of lust and envy. The boundary between reality and fantasy had shattered, leaving you in a realm where the only truth was the here and now. Sanzu's eyes searched yours , the question in them as clear as the crystal chandeliers hanging above: How far are we willing to go?

The touches grew bolder, the whispers of the dancers' fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin. The barrier between you and the Bonten's elite blurred as we danced, a silent agreement forming in the space between your breaths. This was your world now, a place where the only law was the beat of the music and the whims of your desires.

Your movements grew more intimate, your bodies entwined as if you had been lovers for a hundred lifetimes. The room spun around you, a whirlwind of limbs and light that seemed to carry you away from the mundane and into the realm of the divine. The dancers' eyes never left you, their expressions a mix of envy and admiration, as if you had unlocked the secret to the universe itself.

The air grew hot, the scent of arousal permeating the room. Sanzu's hand slid down your back, his touch a promise of what was to come. The line between friendship and something deeper had been crossed, and there was no going back.

The climax of the night was upon us, the music reaching a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The dancers closed in, their bodies pressing against you, a tapestry of flesh that threatened to consume you whole. And in that moment, as the world around you reached a fever pitch, you were no longer just two souls lost in a sea of debauchery. You were the embodiment of the Bonten's power, the living proof of their dominion over the night.

As the music reached its peak, the dancers retreated, leaving you alone in the center of the room. The lights grew brighter, the colors more intense, and for a brief, glorious moment, you were the king and queen of that psychedelic wonderland.

But the comedown was already creeping in, the shadows at the edge of your vision growing longer, the colors starting to fade. The reality of what you had done, what you had become, began to seep into your consciousness like a chilling embrace.

The party continued around you , the music and lights a constant reminder of the delirious high you had just experienced. But as the drugs began to lose their grip, the weight of your choices settled heavily on your shoulders. The night had changed you, and as you stumbled out into the cold light of dawn, you knew that you could never truly go back to the person you had been before.

The city looked different now, its edges sharper, its secrets laid bare. The Bonten had claimed you, body and soul, and there was no escape from the path you had chosen. The sun rose over the skyline, a fiery phoenix heralding the dawn of a new day, but for the two of you , the night had only just begun.

You stumbled through the streets, your hearts racing from the residual effects of the ecstasy, the LSD's grip on your minds slowly loosening. The world was a canvas of pastel hues, the neon lights of the night giving way to the soft glow of the early morning. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the club's underbelly.

Sanzu looked at you, his pupils still dilated, his eyes swimming with the remnants of the night's excesses. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, though you wasn't entirely sure. The reality of what you had done was setting in, a sobering realization that lingered like the aftertaste of a bittersweet cocktail. The intimacy you had shared in that chamber, the way your bodies had moved together, it was more than just a dance. It was a declaration of belonging, a silent pact sealed with a kiss of fire and desire.

As you walked, the city's sounds grew more distinct, the cacophony of the night giving way to the gentle murmur of the waking world. The sirens and laughter of the night before were replaced by the distant chirping of birds and the hum of early morning traffic. The people you passed looked at you with a mix of curiosity and contempt, your disheveled appearances a stark contrast to the pristine façade of the new day.

You reached the edge of the Bonten's domain, the opulent buildings giving way to the gritty streets of the real world. Sanzu stopped, his hand still in yours, and turned to face you. "You know what we did back there," he said, his voice a mix of awe. "We can't unsee it, unfeel it."

You looked into his eyes, the unspoken question hanging in the air between you. What did this mean for you? For your friendship?

You stepped into the daylight, your shadows stretching out before you like fingers reaching for the horizon. The world felt different now, forever changed by the night's events. You had danced with the devil, and now you bore the marks of your transgressions. The city was no longer just a backdrop to your lives; it was a living, breathing entity that had swallowed you whole and spit you back out, forever altered by the taste of its chaotic embrace.

Sanzu squeezed your hand, a silent promise that you would navigate these uncharted waters together. You were no longer just members of the same crew; you were partners in a dance that had no end, a dance that would define you for the rest of your lives.

The sun grew brighter, the colors more vivid, as you stepped into the light. The streets of the city stretched out before you, a labyrinth of possibilities that you were now inextricably linked to. The night had been a wild ride, a journey through the looking glass, and now, as the drugs' grip on your minds slowly loosened, you had to face the reflection staring back at you.

What you had done in that chamber was not just a fleeting moment of passion; it was a declaration of your place in the Bonten's world. You were part of the fabric of their power, the living embodiment of their dark allure. And as you walked away from the shadows, the sun on your faces, you knew that you could never truly escape the night that had claimed you.

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[lixieisgod]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒.𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂|| 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒.𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄|| 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒.𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘|| 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒.𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 💋 💋💋

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 !

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝗼-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧 || 18+ || 𝐧𝗼 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 ||𝗺𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 || 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝗺𝐲 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝗼𝐫- 𝐣𝐣𝐤, 𝐚𝗼𝐭, 𝐭𝐫 💋

𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢 𝐠𝗼 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐚𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝗼𝐧𝐠 🎶

[kinkandkreep]

❥︎ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

❥︎ 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥︎ 𝑪𝑾: 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

❥︎ "__" 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

❥︎ '𝑲𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒊' 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 "𝒄𝒐-𝒛𝒚" 𝒐𝒓 "𝒈𝒐-𝒛𝒊"

❥︎ ᵃ/ⁿ: ʰᵉʸ ʰᵉʸ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ! ʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵈᵃᵈᵈʸ!ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶠⁱᶜ! ᵇᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵘᵖ, ᶜᵘˢ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰʸ ᵒⁿᵉ. ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ! 👋🏾

“Kgosi! Be careful love!”

The little tot’s shrieking laughter can be heard in response, his tiny feet carrying him towards you. 

A large smile plastered across your face, you crouch, arms open expectantly. Kgosi tosses himself into your embrace, giggling happily and gesturing to be lifted. 

Standing, you bring your baby boy with you, holding him gently but firmly and twirling a couple times in place. Again, that familiar laugh that never fails to warm your heart can be heard in Kgosi’s excitement. 

“Yay! Again!” Your baby claps, the movement clunky and uncoordinated what with his chubby hands.

“Noo, not again baby. Mama’s a little dizzy.” Kgosi frowns but his disappointment is quickly forgotten when he recognizes where you’re carrying him. 

The baby’s face lights up, black eyes twinkling with newfound mirth. 

“Swing mama, wanna swing!”

You place Kgosi safely in the bucket swing, lightly flicking the fat of one of his cheeks and chuckling as he shies away with a bright smile and yet another tiny giggle. 

“Hold on tight ok?” Kgosi nods determinedly, little hands gripping the rubber coated chains on either side of him.

“Ready mama!” Nodding, you take your place behind your son, pulling the swing up and back until the seat rests just above your head. You’re preparing to let go when a voice from behind startles you. 

“Miss __ __?” 

In your surprise you release the seat, your son’s shrieks of joy sounding as he swings back and forth. 

Turning, you face the man whom the voice belongs to, and you're shocked and a little disturbed to see he's a large scar running almost the circumference of his head, pale against his skin and visible though he stands a distance away from you. 

He’s dressed in all black, and you can see his eyes moving as he watches your son. 

Stepping into the man’s field of vision, you lay your arms defensively across your chest, expression flat and unamused. 

“That depends. Who’s asking?”

The black clad man’s eyes snap up to your face, and for a moment, you two engage in a tense stare down. 

Eventually, he relents, sensing that you weren’t going to. 

“I am here on behalf of Manjiro Sano. He wishes to hold an audience with you.” 

A sudden, sharp bolt of lightning zips down your spine upon hearing that name.

It had been quite literally years, and you’d not heard hide nor hair of the once invincible man. 

You’d managed to convince yourself that that was a good thing. 

“Why?” That one single word is so loaded with other lingering questions and feelings and anger that the man shifts uncomfortably. 

“I was only told to deliver the message, nothing more.”

You can tell the man knows more than he lets on, but refrains from saying anything else. Perhaps out of a sense of respect for Manjiro. Perhaps out of a subconscious desire to spare you the details. 

Whatever the reason, you find yourself a little peeved that he won’t spill, but nevertheless, you acquiesce. 

“Fine. But I’m taking my son somewhere safe first.”

“Actually,” the scarred man moves to take a step forward, quickly aborting the movement when you equally as quickly step back, feeling behind yourself for Kgosi. 

“Stay there. I don’t want you any closer to my son.”

The man nods, returning to his previous position. 

“Actually,” he begins again, one hand slightly outstretched as a sign of submission. “The King requested that you bring your son along. He wishes to see him as well.”

Upon hearing Mikey be addressed as “The King,” you lift a disbelieving brow. 

“Really? He’s having you refer to him as “The King?” You know, I become more glad everyday that he left me alone.”

You’re more so speaking to yourself, and the man clears his throat to draw back your attention. 

“When you’re ready, I will escort you both to the designated meeting place.”

With that, the man turns and begins walking off, your eyes watching him closely as he does. 

Turning, you finally address Kgosi, who has long since stopped swinging and has, rather uncharacteristically, been quietly watching the entire exchange. 

“Who dat mama?”

Unsure of how exactly to answer the question, you respond with the first thing that comes to mind. 

“He’s one of daddy’s friends baby.”

At the mention of his father, little Kgosi begins to bounce excitedly where he’s still seated. 

“Daddy yay!”

Despite your gripe with the man, you can’t help the sad smile that curls your lip at your son’s enthusiasm. 

‘If only you knew, son…’

It takes a bit to get Kgosi situated and gather up your belongings, but once you do, you find the scarred man leaned against a nearby tree, arms folded across his chest, awaiting your approach. 

"Ready?” He queries, standing to his full height. 

You give one solemn nod, following when the man beckons. 

The ride is a quiet one: neither you nor the man asks questions. The only sound is that of your son’s absentminded babbles as he plays with his car toys and the occasional “look mama!” when you pass something he finds particularly interesting outside. 

You try to keep as engaged as possible, but your mind is running a thousand miles a minute. 

‘What on Earth could Manjiro want with us now?’

After about 30 minutes and seemingly endless pondering, you arrive at a little house on the outskirts of the city. It’s not a place you immediately recognize, and this causes you some alarm. 

“Why did he want us brought here?” The question comes out more severe than you intended for it to. The man side eyes you, hesitating before speaking. 

“The King thought that perhaps you’d be more comfortable and apt to talk somewhere that was a little more quaint and a little less busy than his usual residence.”

“Less busy than his usual residence, you say? I can only imagine the shit he gets into.”

“Lang’ge mama!” Your son gasps, causing you to chuckle.

“Sorry baby, you’re right. Mama should watch her language.”

The man watches silently, trying to suppress a small smile at your interaction with your son. 

“Right this way.”

Once you’ve all exited the car- presumably something expensive now that you’ve paid it any real attention- you begin making your way up the porch steps to the front door. 

Kgosi insisted on walking himself, so your right hand is occupied by his left. The scarred man offered to carry your bag, and you let him, figuring he had no want or need for diapers and coloring books. 

The trek up to the door seems endless, and you attribute that mostly to nerves. It’s been so long since you’ve heard so much as a whisper about Manjiro and his current whereabouts and endeavors, let alone actually seen him. 

Ken and the others looked for him for a time after he disappeared, but after some less than savory occurrences, of which you never got the full details, they left that pursuit alone. 

“It’s-...it’s difficult, I know, but it’s better this way, __. Mikey clearly doesn’t want to be found.” Ken’s words were heavy and laced with a barely concealed sorrow. 

You’d agreed at the time, even though the elusive man lingered in your thoughts on occasion. 

Now you were faced with the prospect of meeting him in person again after so long and after so much had transpired. 

And not just you, but your son as well. 

Releasing a breath you weren’t aware you were holding, you take more confident steps into the foyer, lightly squeezing Kgosi’s hand to calm him from where he bounces excitedly on his feet. You’re in the process of removing your and Kgosi’s shoes when the man speaks. 

“One moment. Please, feel free to peruse this area while I step away.”

Before you’re given the opportunity to respond, the man jets off, leaving you and Kgosi to wander around for a bit. 

The house is indeed rather quaint; homey and sensible, while still containing modern fixtures and appliances. 

You peek into the kitchen, finding it to be fully stocked and in pristine condition. 

Not thinking too much about it, and at Kgosi’s insistence, you take a box of apple juice from the refrigerator and offer it to your son, making sure to throw away the plastic wrapping the straw came out of. 

Moving along, you encounter what seems to be the first of two living areas. 

It’s decorated in warm, neutral colors. The couch, upon sitting, is found to be very soft (Kgosi has a blast bouncing on it) and a large flat screen TV rests atop a stone fireplace. 

Behind the couch is open space covered in a large, ornate carpet. Beside it, floor length windows showcase a lush, well manicured garden space, which your son seems quite eager to explore. 

“Maybe a little later, son. I don’t want your clothes getting soiled or to track dirt.”

Kgosi pouts, but quickly goes back to enjoying his juice and bouncing on the couch. 

You, on the other hand, resume being caught up in your thoughts. 

You’re so caught up in fact, that you don’t immediately notice when the scarred man returns. 

“Miss __?”

You jump just a bit at his sudden appearance. 

Standing, you lift and tuck Kgosi against your hip, nodding to the man and following when he motions for you to do so. 

You can practically feel your heart about to beat out of your chest the closer you get to the room where Manjiro presumably is. 

Each step feels heavier than the last, until finally, the floor slips from underneath you entirely as you round the corner.

There sits Manjiro, your first love, and the father of your pride and joy. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, __?”

You’re too stunned to speak, though you can feel yourself subconsciously tightening your grip on Kgosi.

Surrounding Manjiro are three men, each more bizarre looking than the last. From where you’re facing him, on Manjiro’s right stands a pair of guys, both with black and purple hair, though one’s is longer and the other’s is gelled to the side. They resemble one another, and you assume they are, at the least, related. 

On Manjiro’s left is perhaps the strangest looking man thus far. 

His hair is bright pink, and he’s got two large, diamond shaped scars on either corner of his mouth. He sports a wide grin, and you quickly look away from him, deciding you don’t like the way he, or any of them for that matter, makes you feel. 

Mikey simply watches as you observe his men, his dull, black irises remaining fixated on you and Kgosi. 

“What do you want, Manjiro?” You speak suddenly, and the air in the room immediately shifts from tense to even more so. 

“What do you mean, __? I clearly wanted to see you,” his eyes slide to Kgosi. “And our son.”

“Ok, but why now?” You grit out the words, becoming more agitated by the second. 

Mikey doesn’t respond, refraining from moving for a second before he gestures to the seat before you. 

“Why don’t you take a seat, love? You seem irritated.”

“I’m fine right here.”

“__, I’m asking nicely-”

“I said I’m f-...”

“Sit down!”

The sudden outburst catches you off guard, as well as Kgosi, who covers his ears. 

“Loud mama!”

Breaking eye contact with Manjiro, you turn to Kgosi, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “I’m sorry baby,” you throw a pointed sidelong glance at Manjiro with your next words. “We’ll be more quiet.”

You think you can see the beginnings of a smirk start to shape Manjiro’s mouth, but the movement is quickly aborted. 

The silence having returned, you slowly take a seat, adjusting Kgosi’s position in your lap. Mikey watches you closely the entire time, his eyes never leaving you or Kgosi’s forms. 

“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it? Besides, sitting is much more comfortable than standing when you're carrying weight isn’t it?”

You’re not sure why Manjiro is asking such asinine questions, but you can’t help the urge to roll your eyes. 

“I ask again, Manjiro, why now of all times did you apparently want to see us so badly?”

The man doesn't immediately answer, and you can feel your brow twitch. 

"Does there have to be a specific reason as to 'why now?' It's not like you were doing anything particularly important right? I just felt this overwhelming urge to see my two favorite people."

You level Manjiro with a scathing glare. 

"Your two favorite people huh? You don't typically just abandon your two favorite people with no explanation, especially not when they're your son and his mother."

You could swear the temperature in the room drops at least a little bit, your frosty ire palpable to everyone. 

Manjiro simply smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His jaw is clenched the most minute amount, and you can't help but feel some satisfaction that you struck a nerve. 

“You’re completely right. This isn’t typically something you do. Unfortunately for us, our circumstances are anything but typical.” 

You can’t suppress another eye roll, Kgosi shifting slightly on your lap. He’s been quietly eyeing the strange white-haired man for the entirety of the conversation thus far. He’s not quite sure, but he feels some sort of strange connection to him. 

“It doesn’t matter what excuse you give, Manjiro. None of your wack ass machinations can justify your decision to abandon us.”

Manjiro is no longer smiling, instead his eyes are boring into yours. His jaw clenches even tighter. 

“I only did what I did to protect you both.”

“From you, right? You and your little freakshow menagerie.” You let your eyes pointedly drift, to one by one land on the other occupants of the room. None of them seem too off-put by your choice of words; the pink haired one’s seemingly permanent grin even appears to widen.

“I mean come on, your little chauffeur here even insinuated it. The kind of crazy shi-,” your son gives you a glance, “stuff, you get up to in your normal residence. Look at you! You’re pale, bordering on sickly. The bags under your eyes are so deep and dark it looks like someone painted them on with black ink. I can see the beginnings of bruises on your arms and despite the air of authority you’re trying to maintain, I can tell you’re exhausted.”

You finally settle back in your chair from where you’d unconsciously leaned forward. Try as you might to suppress them, you can feel the tears beginning to build along your waterline. 

“Why, Mikey? Why on Earth did you choose this life, this life of danger and misery, over us?”

It’s quiet for several long moments, and even the pink haired man is no longer grinning. 

You and Mikey are locked in a severe staredown, but you can feel your resolve crumbling. 

There’s nothing there.

Beneath his gaze, there lies only a dark emptiness, and you can’t help but feel that helping him now is beyond your power. 

Just as you feel the first tear fall, you hear a tiny gasp, and quickly your son shimmies out of your grasp, running over to where Manjiro sits and smacking him on the arm.

“You make mama cry! Bad!”

The pink haired man makes moves to grab something from behind his back, but is quickly stilled by Mikey’s raised hand. You notice this exchange with no small degree of horror and disgust and anger, appalled at even the implication of what that man was trying to do. 

Manjiro leans forward and down, meeting Kgosi’s determined stare with one of his own. 

The two lock eyes for several seconds before Manjiro smiles, and this time, it does seem to reach his eyes. 

“Good boy. I’m proud of you for protecting your mama.” Manjiro begins lifting a hand, and Kgosi immediately retreats back to you, only this time, he remains standing protectively in front of your legs. 

“You a bad man! No touch!”

Manjiro lilts what sounds like a genuine laugh, and the tension in the room somewhat dissipates. You’re not 100% aware of it yet, but a pleased Mikey means less pain and less of a bad time for everyone involved. 

“He’s brave! And smart too. You’ve done an excellent job raising him, __.” Black eyes, so similar to Kgosi’s own, flick down to his little form. 

“Tell us your name, little guy.”

Kgosi hesitates, unsure if he should listen to the man who made his mama cry. He relaxes some when he feels your hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s ok baby, you can tell them.”

It takes a moment or two, but eventually your son mumbles out “Kgosi,” before turning and gesturing to be lifted. You quickly oblige him, settling him in your lap, his head snuggled against your neck. 

“Kgosi…a strong name. What does it mean?”

The words seem caught in your throat for some seconds, before you’re finally able to speak. 

“It means King.”

Another laugh, this time louder and more raucous, escapes Manjiro, his head thrown back. The other men wear small smiles as well, all except the pink haired man, who goes back to sporting his large grin. 

“It means King! How fitting. You truly are perfect. I knew you’d be an excellent mother.”

“And yet you left me. Left me to raise a child all on my own with no support, financial or emotional. Don’t think you get to laugh now and everything is just forgiven and forgotten. I’m still pissed at you, Manjiro. And I get the feeling I will be for a very long time to come.”

The tense atmosphere has returned, and Mikey has long since stopped laughing. 

Instead of responding verbally, he stands, slowly making his way over to you. You can feel your baby shaking, and the thought that this man, who was supposed to serve as protector and provider, causes his own son to shake in fear makes you positively seethe.

Sensing your anger, Mikey stops just a few steps shy of you, and instead kneels down on one knee, never breaking eye contact with you.

“__. I know I’ll most likely never be able to make you understand why I left. I know that in your eyes, what I’ve done is…unforgivable. And I accept that burden as mine to bare. But all I ask, is that you put aside your rage, just for now, so that I may know my son.”

“You’re not entitled to him.” Your words shake around the edges. 

“After what I’ve done, you’re absolutely right.” Manjiro lifts his bandaged right hand, placing it over his heart. “But I have no desire to possess you. Either of you. I only wish now to step up, and do what I should have done from the start.”

Manjiro extends his arms. “May I please hold our son?”

Time slows and seems to drag out endlessly. 

Manjiro wasn’t there when Kgosi was born. He’s never gotten to hold him, though that was entirely his own fault. 

You’d always dreamed of the day that he would, though. The day that Manjiro would sweep you both into his arms and cradle you protectively against his chest. 

The day that he would return to you, fervent apologies and heartfelt whispers of love and adoration falling from his lips.

Snapping back to the present moment, you level Manjiro with a hard stare, before finally speaking. 

“I suppose that’s fine. But, Kgosi gets the final say.”

Looking down, you address your son, who still watches Manjiro skeptically from the corner of his eye. 

“Kgosi hun, do you mind letting daddy hold you?”

Everyone waits with bated breath to see what the little tot will say. 

Eventually, after several lengthy seconds, Kgosi simply nods, and begins to wiggle out of your embrace. You let him go, watching with sad eyes as he carefully makes his way over to Manjiro, whose arms have remained outstretched for the entire exchange. 

Slowly, Kgosi leans into Manjiro’s chest, and you could swear you see the muscle in the man’s exposed chest jump.

Manjiro immediately closes his arms tightly around Kgosi, gently resting his head on top of the boy’s. A shuddering, relieved sounding sigh can be heard from Manjiro, and he begins slightly rocking from side to side. 

“My son, I’m so sorry.” 

He lifts his head to address you, and you startle somewhat upon seeing the unshed tears lining Manjiro’s waterline. 

“My love, I owe you an apology as well.”

You can’t speak, your throat constricting as you fight to hold back your own tears. Instead, you silently watch as Manjiro stands, lifting Kgosi with him. He takes measured steps towards you, finally stopping and kneeling down before you. 

“My decision to do what I did, not even just towards you, but to everyone else I left behind as well, was incredibly selfish. But I truly thought it was for the best. I’m afraid I’ve fallen into the darkness, and I don’t foresee a way out. I would never wish to drag you along into this hell, and so I abandoned you, separated myself as far away from you as possible to protect you from the monster I’d become.” 

The tears are falling steadily now, and you’ve the sudden great urge to snatch Kgosi and flee. Perhaps your eyes communicate some of this desire, because Manjiro leans forward, lowering his voice to almost a whisper.

“I’m not going to hurt you, __.”

A sob rips from your throat, and yet you’re able to remain relatively upright in your seat. 

“You already have.”

Now it’s Manjiro’s turn to cry, silent streaks trickling down his cheeks, hidden from view of the other men in the room. 

“I know, I know I have, and again, I am so sorry. I promise now though that I’ll be there for you, you and Kgosi both. You’ll never want for anything ever again- just say the word and you’ll have it, whatever it is you need.”

At this point, Kgosi is becoming a little restless. He whines quietly and wiggles in Manjiro’s grasp. The man looks to you for help. 

“He’s sleepy. He hasn’t had his nap today.”

Nodding once, Manjiro hands him to you, Kgosi quickly adjusting himself and snuggling into your chest. You begin gently bouncing and rocking him, and soon the little tot is fast asleep in your arms. 

Manjiro lovingly strokes a finger down Kgosi’s cheek as he sleeps, cooing very quietly as the boy subconsciously leans into the touch. 

“He looks just like you.” He eventually says, eyes still fixated on the sleeping child. 

“He’s got your eyes.” You speak in return, somewhat unsure of where that response came from. 

Your heart still aches with the pain Manjiro’s caused, but that same pain, which once radiated sharp and persistent, has begun to fade to a dull echo. You don’t know that you’ve completely forgiven him yet, but as you watch him gaze upon your son with a glimmer of light in his eyes, you think you may be becoming more ok with the notion. 

“I mean it, __.” Manjiro’s voice is stern, his expression determined when he turns to look up at you. “I may not always be there physically, but say the words, and I’ll come running.” 

You search Manjiro’s face, eventually deciding that yes, he’s serious. 

“Alright. But you had better uphold your promise. Else I won’t forgive you next time.”

Manjiro gives one slow, solemn nod of understanding. He stands, gesturing to the scar-headed man for something. 

He brings it over quickly, and from where you’re sitting, it appears to be a paper sleeve with something in it. 

Deciding against immediately launching into asking questions, you sit patiently while Manjiro unsheathes whatever’s in the sleeve out of your view, staring at it momentarily before turning and handing it to you. 

Your eyes shift back and forth between the two, and you wait for an explanation. 

“My other hand’s kind of occupied at the moment so I can’t take whatever this is out of the sleeve.” 

Another gesture and the job’s done for you, and you do your best not to jostle Kgosi too much when you gasp. 

“I-is that-...”

“Yes. It may seem a bit excessive, but this is the best of the best. And I want you to have nothing less.”

“People are bound to ask questions when I use this.”

“Then you’ll just have to tell them to fuck off and mind their own business, hm?” Manjiro smiles at you, and again, it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Or,” he leans down, lips inches away from yours. “You could always tell them about how much of an excellent provider your husband is.”

You look away, flustered, and Manjiro laughs, the sound tinkling like a little bell in your ear. 

You take the card, now back in the sleeve, from the scar-headed man’s hands, gingerly placing it in the breast pocket of your coat. 

“Well I uh…thank you, Manjiro.”

The man hesitates, leveling you with a critical stare. 

“No nickname for me?” You’re a little caught off guard by the question. Your brow furrows in confusion. 

“What, you want me to call you Mikey?”

“No, I want you to call me-”

“I am not calling you daddy or some shit like that.”

A snicker can be heard from the purple haired men, which is quickly silenced by a look from Manjiro. 

“No, call me like you used to. When we were kids.”

You rack your brain trying to remember what other name there could be when the memory comes crashing into you. 

“Mani?”

Visible only to you, a bright blush colors Manjiro’s cheeks, his eyelids fluttering slightly. 

“There it is. I knew you remembered. Call me that from now on, yeah?”

You roll your eyes but the movement is fond. “Sure.”

After that, the scar-headed man gathers your things, and you’re escorted to the front of the residence. 

As you leave, you notice that Manjiro doesn’t follow, and panic briefly bubbles up in your chest. 

“Manji-! Mani,” you quickly correct yourself. “W-...will we see you again?”

The man is silent for some seconds, and you fear he’ll say no, before he walks over to you, leaning down and forward and placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“There’s a number on the inside of that sleeve. Memorise it, keep it somewhere safe. As I said before, whenever you need me, call me, and I’ll be right there.” 

Manjiro sounds so certain, so reassuring, that for the umpteenth time today, you feel yourself about to cry. 

A wobbly smile curves your mouth, and Manjiro returns it with a steadier one of his own. 

“Remember you said that. I’ll be calling you pretty soon, you hear? Kgosi’s got his kindergarten graduation ceremony comin’ up and you had better be there.”

Mikey lifts his bandaged hand, laying it over his heart. “You have my word. Just send me the details when you get the chance.” 

Satisfied, you turn and follow Mr. Scar out of the room and out to the car. Once you’ve got Kgosi settled, you turn to get into the passenger seat, finding Manjiro watching you from one of the windows. 

You wave, and he returns it, and your heart begins to ache with the thought of having to be away from him again. 

Pushing the pain aside, you slide into the front seat, and soon Mr. Scar is pulling out of the driveway. 

The ride back proceeds smoothly, and some minutes into its duration, you turn to observe the scarred man. 

At this point, you’re frankly sick of calling him that, so you decide to simply ask:

“What’s your name? No offense, but I’ve been calling you variations of “the scarred man” in my head since we met, and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stop doing that.”

The man’s eyes slide toward you before sliding back to the road. 

“Kakucho. You can also call me Hitto if that’s easier.”

You think on it for a moment, before finally settling for a name.

“Kaku!”

The car swerves slightly at your outburst, and you laugh at Kakucho’s expression. 

“What, you don’t like it? I tend to nickname all the people I consider close, and I assume we’ll be getting to know each other at least a little more now that I’ve reinstated contact with Manjiro.” 

You smile at him, and you can see the man fight down a smile in return. 

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“You can just call me __ by the way, no need for formalities.”

Instead of contesting, the man only nods, and you relax back in your seat. 

It feels like it’s becoming easier, accepting the notion of forgiving Manjiro. You don’t know the full story, and you can’t deny that you’re still somewhat wary of who and what he’s become, but you know that you still hold love for him, even despite it all. And if he wants to be there for Kgosi, well, even better. 

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Like The Flowers Need The Rain

Alright so I have FINALLY made a sort of part 2 to my story The Devil Within. This is a Bonten Mikey x Fem! Reader one shot. Now this can be read alone or after The Devil Within as I see it as either the happy ending to that story line or as an entirely alternate plot where they get to be happy in the end. Now this version does not have smut as the other version does I just wanted it to be kind of wholesome and sweet 🥹 only warnings are Mikey being a bit aggressive with the reader at one point, and Mikey having a bit of sewerslidal desires for a brief moment. With that I hope you guys like it 🩷

Your feet felt a bit unsteady as you walked, you felt cold and not just from the chilly fall air that swirled around you as you steadily progressed forwards. Placing one foot in front of the other as you walked towards the large building before you. As for the reason you were approaching the building it was because it was owned and operated by Bonten. You were bound and determined to see Manjiro again. Now granted from the whispers you'd heard it wasn't necessarily guaranteed he'd be here but you at least had to try right?

You stepped inside the lavish building, a fancy bar, technically it was a multilevel building with a bar, restaurant and many other similar businesses. After all Bonten was a huge criminal organization they had to launder their money somehow. Your gaze was quick to scan across the room before landing on the long snowy white haired man you were told to look for, Koko, he was the bookkeeper for Bonten. He handled the finances and worked directly for Manjiro. He sat in a small secluded booth in the corner of the bar area, there were a few security officers around him but still you approached each step soft and hesitant. "Excuse me?" You inquired nervously stopping three feet before the security guards standing in front of you, leaving a fair amount of distance between yourself and Koko. "Uhm...I was…looking for Manjiro…Manjiro Sano?" Your voice was meek and trembling and you could feel the nerves building with each syllable you spoke. You of course had no idea how this man would react to you approaching him or if he would even help.

Koko set down the glass in his hand and took a moment to focus on the figure that had approached. A small woman all on her own, venturing into territory that was almost guaranteed to cause her great trouble. He narrowed his eyes, taking in the person before him. She looked vaguely familiar perhaps? The woman seemed nervous, trembling slightly as she spoke. His gaze flickered to the men at his side before he waved them back, allowing the clearly nervous female to approach.

"Manjiro?" He repeated her words, brow furrowed. "So you know him, or did you just come looking for the leader of Bonten just for the fun of it?" Koko's tone was dark, his voice as dead as his expression. A razor-sharp mind, and a man who could see through a person in the blink of an eye.

"Don't tell me you're one of those idiots wanting to snitch," He said, leaning back in his seat. "You know how it always ends for them. If you're looking for him, you'd better tell me why I should send a message.”

You felt a jolt spark through you as Koko spoke and you made the decision to bow slightly attempting to show a level of respect. You knew full well what you were doing was beyond foolish, beyond dangerous, but still you had to try. "My apologies sir I do know him, although I haven't seen him in a long time now. I promise I'm not here to cause any trouble and I understand he might not even be here but if you could...if you would tell him I came here looking for him I would greatly appreciate it." You allowed yourself to stand back up. You felt so small standing in front of the shrewd bookkeeper. You could see why he managed the finances for Bonten, he was quick, he was smart, and his words were sharp. "I could give you more details if you would like but I know you're a very busy man and I wouldn't want to waste your time on details you may not have any concern for." You tried to be sure the tone with which you spoke was even and that you were blunt and to the point. This was a businessman, so you had to speak in a business sort of way while also realizing you were standing in front of one of the many heads of the criminal organization that was Bonten.

Koko's eyes narrowed, somehow not convinced of the woman's honesty. But he didn't press further, it wasn't his place to do so. "In that case, I'll see about reaching him. Though as I said, he's a busy man, can't say if he'll have the time to see you."

He waved a hand at the men standing by his side and whispered something into the ear of one of them. The man nodded and left, leaving Koko to sit there as he had been before. "You can wait here if you wish, or leave. If Manjiro wishes to meet you, I'll send someone to make arrangements."

His tone was unchanging, his expression the same cold mask it had always been. "We're not someplace one just walks in and out of freely." Koko reminded you his eyes flicking up to meet hers. "For your own safety, I'd suggest not waiting around aimlessly. Not in these parts.”

His words sent a strange feeling through your bones. It wasn't a full green light but it was close enough. "Thank you very much sir, would it be ok if I sat over there and waited?" You pointed to a small booth only two away from his own with his security, far enough away to not bother or be too close to him but close enough his security could keep his eyes on you and you would hopefully not be considered any level of trouble or problem. "If...if you get a hold of him and he doesn't want to speak to me or see me I'll leave, no worries or fussing I certainly don't want to cause you any difficulties." Your heart was absolutely hammering against your ribs, you wanted to be sure you moved correctly in this moment. Manjiro had left you to protect you from himself and from Bonten and here you were walking directly into the middle of it. You couldn't be sure how he would react but you knew he would react. You hoped he would at least.

Koko raised his eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "As you wish." He responded, inclining his head in your direction.

With a flick of his wrist, he gestured for another of the security officers, a young man who seemed to have the good sense to follow Koko's every command. "See that she's not bothered while she waits." You bowed once again to Koko feeling truly thankful for his help although you got the feeling he was also gaining some level of interest from this. "Thank you very much sir." You expressed your thankfulness once again before being led over to the table by the guard. Who once you were settled stood before the table with his arms folded across his chest. You fidgeted nervously as you waited but you tried to hold composure, after all you had stepped into Bontens world but you still hadn't actually seen Manjiro yet and that would be the real test. You didn't know if he'd be angry, furious, scared, concerned, all of the above. You had no clue how he would react to you being here and would have to wait and find out and that thought alone was nerve wracking.

Koko turned back to the glass of whiskey that had grown warm, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You're a brave one. Most wouldn't dare step into our world, not since Toman fell." He murmured to himself, raising the glass to his lips again.

He was waiting too, for the return message, wondering if Manjiro would deem the woman worth his time. There was the clink of glasses, the murmur of conversations, but the air around the trio was thick with tension.

It wasn't long before Koko's communicator buzzed, and he picked it up, listening to the person on the other line. His expression remained the same, unreadable. "Yes, he'll see you. In the private room upstairs." He relayed the message to the guard, who then gestured for you to stand. "Follow me." He said simply and you practically scurried from the booth to follow the guard, nodding your head to Koko in another silent thanks as the guard began leading the way out of the bar area and up the stairs, your heart rate climbing higher with each step.

Once they'd arrived at the private room, the guard stood back, leaving you to enter on your own. Your hands trembled as you opened the door to the opulent private room stepping in as the door closed almost noiselessly behind you. You stood in front of the door for a moment before taking a small step forwards.

The room was larger, far more luxurious than the bar area, and at the end of the room stood Manjiro. He had a glass of liquor in his hand, and as you entered, he raised it in a vague sort of salute. "Y/n." He said your name, sounding almost as if it had been ripped from his mouth. "Why are you here?" His eyes were dark, but he did not move from where he stood.

His voice stopped you for a moment. You questioned if perhaps you’d made a mistake, you couldn't gauge him at all at this moment. "I...I didn't want things to just...end how they did." Your mind flashed back to a time quite a while ago, him leaving your apartment, telling you he couldn't bear to see you suffer due to the darkness his life was now shrouded in. "I'm sorry...I know I shouldn't have come here, I know you probably didn't want me to come here but I had to." Your voice was quiet and as much as you wanted to get closer to him you didn't take another step leaving almost the entire length of the room between the two of you.

Manjiro's gaze swept over you, his body tensing ever so slightly. His free hand clenched into a fist by his side, the tension building in the room. "You don't know what you're doing." He warned, his voice low and deep, the tone filled with warning.

He moved slowly towards you, not rushing, but determined to bridge the gap. When he was close enough, he roughly grabbed your upper arm with his free hand, the grip firm and demanding. "You could get yourself killed." He didn't let go of his rough grip on your arm, and for a brief moment, the glass teetered in his other hand, the liquor sloshing inside. "Why did you come?" He repeated the question, his voice gruff and emotionless. He needed to know why you'd willingly stepped into the lion's den, knowing full well the dangers that awaited you here.

You stared up at him and it felt like your heart entirely stopped for a moment. As though everything in the world just stopped and it was just the two of you and that was all there was. He'd never acted like this with you before, he'd always been soft, sweet, even at his most broken he'd always been tender towards you. You'd known this was a potential outcome but now that you found yourself standing here in front of him you froze up for a moment. "You're right, I know, I know I could get myself killed. I know coming here was stupid and I knew you were probably going to be upset but God damn it Manjiro-" of course your voice would crack when you said his name and you silently cursed this fact as you once more tried to regain composure. "I love you, I don't care about all of this. Please...Manjiro." You were trembling now, looking up at him with tears starting to well up in your eyes. "I understand that we don't get to have the bright shiny future we used to picture when we were kids and I'm ok with that, that's fine. What I want is you." The words were blunt, spoken clearly despite the trembling of your tone.

Manjiro glared down at you, the anger and frustration boiling beneath the surface. But so was the longing, the need that you'd awakened as soon as he'd set eyes on you. "You can't have me." He spat the words with such venom, the grip on your arm not loosening in the least.

"You can't be here. You can't know this part of me." He said it like it was a curse, something he wished to keep hidden forever. He was just as trembling, the emotions threatening to spill over, but he refused to let them. Not now. Manjiro took in a shaky breath, his hold on your arm loosening as he let out another breath. "Leave." He said it coldly, the emotions finally settling down. His voice was harsh, his tone flat. "This is not your world." He let go of your arm, taking a step back, before turning and walking away. You were shaking in every limb feeling absolutely boneless even as he let go of his grasp on your arm. It took a moment to find your words once again. "I know this part whether you want me to or not." You words were soft and warbly with emotion but you refused to back down, at least not just yet. "I came and found you, I knew who to talk to, even if I leave right now I came here. I was here, people saw me here. I spoke to the bookkeeper of the whole Bonten enterprise. You can't change that no matter how much you want to." You stared at him feeling like the floor would fall out from under your feet at any moment and swallow you whole. "If you want me to leave I'll leave but I came here for a reason. I knew what I was doing by coming here, and I know the repercussions that might have." Granted there were certainly things you didn't know. As you were not well versed with the criminal underground, or the problems that could arise due to your coming here. You didn't want to cause trouble for Bonten or for Manjiro. You just wanted him to see that you weren't afraid of the potential repercussions to yourself by coming here.

Manjiro stood by the table, his back to you. He was tense, but his shoulders slumped, the emotional exhaustion evident. It was as if it was too much to bear. The glass was set down on a small table, the liquor left untouched. "Don't come here again." His voice was hushed, a warning and a threat. "You still don't seem to understand." He said, his voice strained. "Coming here, it could have gotten you killed." He turned to face you again, a pained look on his face. "Or worse. You're innocent. This is not where you belong." His voice cracked, and he pressed his lips together before looking away. He couldn't bear to see you, not when he was already so conflicted. "I know you probably think that you're doing this for me, that I'm better off without you but that's not true, no matter how much you might want it to be." You saw him wince at your words but he was quick to recover. "I can't...I can't let you stay." He said, the words sounding pained as they left his mouth. As he turned back towards the door, he hesitated, his hand closing around the knob. "Stay safe." He muttered, the door closing softly behind him, leaving you alone in the room.

There was a soft buzz of Koko's communicator, and he stood, heading upstairs to relay the message to the guard. "Let her out, and see she gets home safely." Koko instructed. Before you could be left with just the guard who had led you upstairs to begin with, you paused for a moment in front of Koko. "I...I don't know if...if you are friends with him or...if this is simply business but if it's not could I ask you to make sure he's ok?" You knew it was probably a stupid thing to ask, Koko was obviously Manjiros subordinate. Simply a bookkeeper for the organization, but perhaps even if he wasn't close to Manjiro perhaps he knew someone that was or he could help somehow? You wanted to be sure that at least you had tried to do something to perhaps soothe any hurts you may have caused to Manjiro.

Koko frowned, a look that appeared almost as if he was considering the request. He knew better than most the state of his leader's mind, the ramifications of what he'd become. Koko was particularly good at reading others, it was half the reason he maintained the position he did within Bonten. “I'll see what I can do." He offered a small incline of his head. "You're a brave one, and I can respect that." He watched as you were escorted off by the guard quietly, knowing that the situation was not over. You had stepped into a dangerous game, and you were just as much at risk as Manjiro. But he could see the resolve in your eyes, the determination to see this through.

Koko returned to his seat, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "He's not used to people reaching out to him." He mused, a small smile tugging at his lips. Koko lifted the glass to his lips, taking a long sip before returning to his work, thoughts lingering on the strange interaction he'd been a part of.

Once you had arrived home, closing the door to your tiny apartment you finally allowed yourself to dissolve into tears. Collapsing onto your bed and sobbing painfully hard, chest rattling and heaving as tears poured from your eyes and staining the bedding. It hurt, love hurt so badly but it was also all that you wanted.

Of course Manjiro couldn't sleep, his mind swirling with thoughts of you. What you'd said haunted him, the words replaying in his head over and over. He was sitting at his desk, a glass of whiskey in front of him as he stared at a photo you had given him years ago. He grit his teeth, the anger and frustration boiling beneath the surface. But the more he tried to push away the thoughts, the more they seemed to cling.

He took a long pull from the glass, the liquor burning as it went down his throat. His eyes met the photo once more, the regret and longing evident in his expression. For the first time in a long while, he found himself wishing for a different life. One where he could be with you, a life where the two of you could be happy, far away from the darkness that had consumed him. But the thought was fleeting, chased away by the reality of his situation.

The tension within Bonten was palpable the next day, the other members sensing the change in atmosphere. Manjiro was distant, more focused on the tasks at hand than he had ever been. Buried in work, and drowning his thoughts in alcohol.

Koko watched him closely, his gaze weighing the situation. He knew that your visit had affected his leader more than he cared to admit. The bookkeeper made a note to himself, to keep an eye on Manjiro.

For now, he would do as he'd promised, but the situation was far from over. And neither was Manjiro's turmoil.

The next day you were left feeling absolutely hollowed out, as if you had exhausted every single bit of emotion you had within yourself the prior night with Manjiro. Luckily you didn't have to work today so instead you merely curled up within your bed half wishing to not exist and also wishing that you could just fast-forward to the part of life where you were finally happy. But you knew both of these things were impossible so you merely laid in bed scrolling aimlessly through social media in a futile effort to distract your brain. The thought of Manjiro made laps around your mind regardless though. Wondering what he was doing, how he was feeling, what was going to happen next but every time you gently pushed the thoughts back. There was no use thinking on it for now, if he wanted to find you he would, if he wanted to get into contact he had all the resources to do so. All you could do for the moment was wait, left in a painful limbo until Manjiro either showed up or didn't.

Manjiro's focus was solely on work, anything to distract him from the thoughts that threatened to consume him. He was more ruthless than ever, showing no mercy to those who crossed him.

Koko watched with a mixture of concern and admiration, noting the changes in his leader. He realized that the visit had shaken Manjiro to his core, perhaps opening up an illusion he'd been clinging onto for too long. Bonten's operations ran smoothly, but the tension within the ranks was palpable. Koko made a point to relay a message to you, using an encrypted method to ensure your safety. "He's unreachable. But I can confirm he's well for now." The message was brief, but it was meant to offer some reassurance while also informing you of the current situation.

Manjiro's head was down, lost in his thoughts, as he navigated the complex web of criminal activity. He seemed almost... possessed, as if driving himself to the edge to prove something to himself, or perhaps even to you.

Koko shook his head, watching from the sidelines. The situation between the two of you was far from resolved, and the consequences, if not handled carefully, could be disastrous for the pair.

Across town you still laid in your bed. You practically jumped when the phone buzzed with the message from an unfamiliar number you could assume to be Koko by the content of the message, nearly falling out of bed as you lurched upright. You read the words, over and over again. You felt a bit of the tension in your chest unfurl just ever so slightly. "Thank you I appreciate you making sure he's ok." The response was typed and sent quickly and the message was to the point and you flopped back into bed staring up at the ceiling.

You wondered what he'd meant by unreachable. Knowing Manjiro he was simply drowning out how he was feeling by doing anything else. That was how he'd always been, avoiding the emotions of the problem even when he was dealing with the problem. While normally that had been in relation to gang activity and his friends you had to wonder if the same logic would transfer over to this scenario.

The next few days were a blurry haze. You merely functioned on autopilot, wake up, work, come home, dinner, sleep and rinse and repeat that cycle. It was like the world had faded out to grayscale and you knew that wouldn't change until you saw Manjiro again. While Kokos message had eased some of the tension, your heart still ached dully in your chest with every beat it made against your ribs.

Manjiro continued his assault on the city's underbelly, his relentless drive seemingly fueled by the need to prove something to himself. He was a force to be reckoned with, and those who dared to cross him faced the wrath of a man with nothing to lose.

Koko watched from the sidelines, admiration mingled with concern as he observed the transformation unfolding before his eyes. He knew Manjiro's heart was heavy, and he could sense that the presence of the woman he'd once loved, and perhaps still did, was weighing on him like a burden.

News of Bonten's increased dominance reached the other factions, instilling fear and respect. It seemed that Manjiro had channeled his turmoil in the only way he knew how, and it was proving to be effective.

As for you, you remained in the dark, unaware of the chaos Bonten was causing in the city. You kept a low profile, determined not to draw any unwanted attention to yourself. You knew full well that things between yourself and Manjiro were far from over, and you held onto the sliver of hope that he'd reach out soon.

Out of the blue and as if reading your mind, Koko sent another message, using the same encrypted method. "He's coming for you." The message was short but left no room for ambiguity.

Your heart raced, the phone shaking in your hand as you read the words. The tension in the air around you was palpable, as if you were about to step into a battle which you couldn't possibly predict the outcome of.

Manjiro was on his way as rapidly as he could be, the need to see you again overwhelming his better judgment. He'd been trying to push away the thoughts, to drown them in work and alcohol, but your words kept drumming in his head for days now and even still as he made his way to your home.

Once Manjiro arrived at the apartment building, the atmosphere was heavy as he approached the front door. He had a gun in his pocket, ready for anything.

He hesitated for a moment, hand gripping the handle as he steeled himself for what was to come. A deep breath later, and he let the hand fall away from the handle, turning to leave.

But something within him made him pause. Your words echoed in his thoughts: "I love you, I don't care about all of this. Please...Manjiro."

He found himself back at the door, knocking loudly. He hadn't planned on this, it was impulsive, but he couldn't bring himself to leave without seeing your face again.

He waited, glancing at the gun in his pocket, and then back at the door. What was he going to say? What was he going to do?

He didn't have an answer, only the need to see you.

Hearing the loud knock resounding through your apartment you had practically vaulted out of bed and to the front door. Quick to unlock it and pull it open. Seeing Manjiro standing there it felt like everything else, the gray faded world you had been living in for days now, faded out and now all the focus immediately went to him. "Hi." The word came out a bit out of breath, probably from practically teleporting across the apartment to answer the door. You stepped aside so he could actually come inside. He looked exhausted, far more so than usual and as he stepped past you into the apartment you could smell alcohol faintly. Clearly that was a part of how he'd been dealing with your surprise re-entry into his life. You quietly closed the door once he was inside and you felt your nerves crackling unsure what to expect next.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence. He looked at you, his eyes filled with an intensity he'd never allowed himself to show before. "You...you said you loved me." He said it as if he was testing the words, seeing how they'd fit and what they'd mean. He swallowed thickly, the emotions warring within him. "Are you mad at me?" He had expected anger, perhaps even rejection, but the raw emotion in your eyes when you had said you loved him had unsettled him. It felt like a guillotine, the words hanging like a noose around his neck.

Manjiro looked down at the gun in his pocket, a part of him wishing he could use it to erase the burden he'd become. But when he looked back at you, it was as if he saw something within you that he'd been missing.

"I wish I could have...been a better person," he admitted, the words coming out in a low growl. "I wish I could have stayed...the same."

He let out a humorless laugh, the tension within him palpable, the weight of his past seeming to drag at him. "I thought leaving you behind was what was best. I didn't want you to end up like me."

Manjiro's hands clenched, his tone bitter. "But then you came back. And you...you didn't leave." His voice broke, his defenses crumbling under the weight of the emotion. "Why would you do that? Why?"

He was out of his depth, unsure of what to say or do. He was drowning in guilt and regret, and he needed to know if you truly could still love him, given who he had become.

You stared at him for a half a second feeling your heartbeat falter. In all the time you'd known him you hadn't ever seen him fraying at the seams so much. In a half thought out action you were moving closer, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer. Clinging onto him tightly as words attempted to form into sentences on your tongue. It took a moment before you could actually speak. "I do love you, and I'm not mad at you." You began the words said softly and accentuated by a soft squeeze of your arms around him. A part of you wished you could just absorb all the pain he was feeling and dispel it all. Manjiro let out a small, choked sound as you wrapped your arms around him. For a moment, he let himself bask within your embrace "I don't need you to be a better person Jiro. It would be nice if you'd stayed the same, if things had worked out the way we planned them when we were sixteen." The memories were ones you had always cherished, laying together somewhere babbling for hours about how the future would look. It seemed almost undeniable that you'd be married, get a nice house, you'd have all of his friends from Toman around you, and you would both be happy. Or at least that was how it had been planned back then. "But they didn't and that's ok too...I just wish you had stayed period." An old ache flamed back to life in your chest but you swallowed the bitter pain back. "I know you were just doing what you thought was right but now...now it's my turn to do what I think is right this time don't you think?" You looked up at him with a careful gaze. We'd given things a shot his way for long enough, he'd run from you, and you had dealt with that and the pain from it and so had he but now you were done pretending like that was ok with you or for either of you. "I love you, I don't care if you're the leader of Toman, Bonten, hell I don't care if you're homeless and live in a box on the corner. I love you, no matter what state you're in." One of your hands moved up to carefully hold the side of his face, a faint shadow of a smile crossing your lips as you traced your thumb across the planes of his face. "That's why.” He allowed your words to sink in, warming him in a way nothing else had in a long while. He closed his eyes, his grip on the gun in his pocket loosening. A part of him wanted to believe you, to trust that you meant it, and perhaps he could build something new from the ashes of their shared past.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, the corner of his lips tugging faintly upwards. "I...I don't deserve you." He said, his voice raw with emotion. "I've done awful things." His hand cupped your face, fingers entwining in your hair. "But maybe, maybe it's not too late to change. If you still love me...I don't want to lose you again." He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, soft and tender. His heart raced, his breath hitching as they kissed for what felt like the first time once again. His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you closer, as if needing to feel your body against his. Your eyes slipped closed as you kissed him back, pulling yourself as close to him as you possibly could, as if trying to fuse the very atoms of your being together. Your hands moved to hold his shoulders as your lips moved together passionately. The moment felt almost surreal but you wanted this, wanted him, more than anything. Your heart felt more at ease than it had in a long time and the feeling of his hands in your hair and his lips pressed tightly to your own was one you never wanted to go without ever again.

For Manjiro, this was a step into the unknown, a chance at redemption, and the possibility of love. He'd never felt so vulnerable, and yet so alive, as he held you in his arms. He let the kiss linger, hesitant and filled with newfound hope, before pulling back, his gaze searching your face, silently asking for you to stay. For them to have a chance. To overcome the darkness that had consumed him. He was ready to start anew, to leave the past behind, and build a future where they could be happy, together. Even if it was a future forged in darkness you would be his light. "I love you." The words were murmured against his lips, a confirmation. You loved him, you were here, and you had zero intentions of going anywhere. Your pulse felt like fire in your veins, the passion, the love, and the desire to be close to him practically making you feel faint.

Manjiro kissed you with a newfound urgency, as if he'd been hungry for your touch his entire life. His heart beat wildly, a primal sensation of need coursing through him. As their lips parted, he leaned in to nuzzle your neck, his thumb softly tracing patterns over your skin as he breathed in the scent that was specifically yours. The feeling of his thumb tracing patterns across your skin left goosebumps breaking out across your body. Your hands moved from his shoulders to instead delicately wind up in his hair, the feeling of his breath on your neck causing your breath to hitch slightly. A low growl escaped his throat, the emotions flooding him like a tidal wave.

"I never should have left you.” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. A sense of desperation clung to his voice, as if he was trying to convince himself that you truly were there, that this was real, that you were his. “I missed you so very much, and I'm never letting you let me go again." You assured him in a saccharine tone. You would fight tooth and nail to make sure the two of you were never apart again. You knew the future would be complicated, that you couldn't drag him entirely from the darkness but you would stand beside him within it and you would do so without a second thought. He pulled away slightly, only to gently press a line of kisses up your jawline, until he was looking you in the eyes again. Manjiro's eyes held a plea, a plea for you to stay, to give him a chance to prove that he could change. That he could become the person you deserved, the person he wished he could have remained. He was determined to shake the shadows that consumed him, with you by his side. "I'll try to change, for you. I can't make any promises, but I want to try." The admission hung between the two of you, a weighty confession that neither of you could ignore. The man he was now, the actions he'd taken, were as much a part of him as the love you shared. But for the first time in a long time, there was a glimmer of hope, a flicker of the person he had once been. Manjiro's gaze flickered to your hand, tracing the bags under his eyes. "I'll eat. For you. I'll sleep. For you. I'll try to be better. For you." The words were simple, but they held a depth that went beyond mere promises. He exhaled shakily, his fingers gripping your hair almost a bit too tight, "I need you." He said it simply, honestly, without any pretense. He needed you in a way he'd never needed anyone or anything before.

The way he looked at you, the way he saw you, was unlike anything or anyone else. "I need you too, like flowers need the rain." You didn't let even a beat pass from that sentence until your lips were on his again. You wanted him, forever and no matter what state he came to you in. The two of you could traverse ten thousand lifetimes together and you would find him in every single one you knew without doubt.

Manjiro felt your fingers wrap up in his hair, the sensation making his heart race. He leaned into the kiss, bringing one hand up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. Your lips moved together once more, a passionate dance of need and desire, the air around you two thick words that didn't even need to be spoken they could simply be felt in the charged energy between the two of you.

He broke the kiss once more, his face only inches from yours, his gaze searching your own. "I want you to come with me," he said softly, carefully, as if afraid you might be frightened by the request. He'd never invited anyone into the world he currently inhabited, but you were his anchor, the one person who could steady him and now that he had you back he couldn't bear the thought of being apart from you. His mind was already racing with the logistics, the ramifications, the dangers. Manjiro swallowed, his voice low, "I don't want to lose you not ever again. Please...just come with me." He offered, his hand moving to cup your jaw again, as if trying to reassure you with the gentle touch. He was opening up in a way he'd never done before, laying his heart and secrets on the line, hoping that you would accept him, not just as he was, but in the darkness he'd been forced to inhabit.

A part of him knew it was asking a lot, but he also knew that he needed you, your presence, your love. You nodded your head without a second's hesitation. You didn't know where exactly he wanted to go, but it wasn't as if that mattered so long as he was with you. "Is that your way of asking me to come live with you?" You inquired, moving to press another soft kiss against his lips before pulling back after a second. You watched him carefully, your gaze soft and adoring. You never wanted to lose him again, never wanted to lose the feelings you had at this moment. The connection you shared was unparalleled to anything else and you would never let it go. "You will never lose me, I promise Jiro I'm never going anywhere." The tone you spoke with was reassuring and sweet, even when he had taken off and ran from you, you had stayed patiently and loyaly waiting for him to come back. There was no version of reality where you would ever abandon him. He was everything to you, your moon and your stars and all that was in-between.

Manjiro's expression softened at your response, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes...that's what I'm asking." He said, his voice thick with emotion. "Let me protect you, let me be there for you, and not the other way around."

His arms held you close, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if the years apart had never even happened. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, his gaze filled with love and adoration.

"I promise that I'll do better. I'll make things right." He said, his voice firm, his eyes locked on yours, silently vowing to keep you safe and within his reach.

Manjiro let out a breath, his hold on you tightening almost imperceptibly. In that moment, Manjiro felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, your presence alone granting him the strength to confront the darkness within and around him. For the first time in a long while, Manjiro felt content, at peace, as though his very existence was no longer a burden or a stain upon the world and those he loves. With you by his side, the darkness somehow no longer felt quite so impenetrable.

[gatitties]

Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.

[thewritingginger]

Your Wish is My Command

This was inspired by [THIS] drawing made by @luvjiro

I haven’t decided yet but I’m playing with the idea of maybe making this into a series of a sex worker! AU with the other Bonten Babes?!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Prostitute! Haitani Rindou x Fem! Reader Word count: 5.5k+ words Warnings: 18+, Reader is 21+, Alcohol consumption, Vaginal fingering, Oral sex (Fem! & M! receiving), Use of Condoms & Dental dams, Vaginal fingering, Praise, Slight body worship, Dirty talk, Pet names

Enjoy ~

This is crazy.

That’s the only thing you can think of as you’re running around your apartment after spending all day cleaning it and now have nothing else to do but think about the impulsive decision you’d made late last night after a few too many drinks.

In less than an hour a sex worker is going to show up at your doorstep because you ordered one in a low moment of self pity and insecurity. You wouldn’t judge another person for doing the same but the idea of anyone finding out is unthinkable.

You know you shouldn’t be ashamed. You’re a woman with needs. A perfectly healthy sexual being that is just lacking in experience and decided to remedy that with a professional.

I need a drink, you think to yourself. Yes, alcohol got you in this position but a drink to soothe your nerves should do the trick.

A knock at your door sends a thrill through your body, thankfully that finger of whiskey has kicked in leaving your body feeling warm and relaxed in all the right places. Looking in the mirror by the front door one last time you take a breath and open the front door to see a gorgeous man on the other side. Maybe you should’ve had one more drink before he got here.

“Hello,” he says with a crooked smile, “are you Y/n?”

“Yup and you must be Rindou,” you say, inviting him in, “Would you like a drink?” you ask as you close the door.

“Sure, thanks.” Walking into the kitchen with Rindou following close behind before he casually rests his hip on the edge of the counter, watching as you prepare your drinks. Accepting the glass of amber liquid, his eyes looking over your body allowing you a chance to look over his as you take a sip.

Rindou isn’t what you were expecting, to be fair you didn’t know what to expect. He has that sexy bad boy vibe that really works for him with his earrings, dual colored mullet, sharp violet eyes and—if the way he looks in those jeans says anything—he has a nice body.

“Would you like to sit down?” he asks, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. Make yourself comfortable.” Sitting on your couch, music playing from your TV at a low hum, you slide your finger around the rim of your glass unsure how to proceed. Thankfully that doesn’t seem like a problem for your guest.

“Is this your first time?” he asks, leaning into the arm of the couch suavely.

“Is it that obvious?” you laugh and want to smack yourself for how dumb you must sound but instead of pointing that out he gives a gentle laugh in return, scooting closer to your side of the couch till your knees are touching.

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” he says softly, his cologne is spicy and warm in your nose, “We can take this as slow or as fast as you want. All I care about is your comfort and your pleasure.” His voice is low and sultry making your stomach flutter and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. Running his hand down your arm he takes your hand that is tangled with your other around your glass and slowly brings it up to his lips. Electricity sparks against your skin when his lips touch the back of your hand making you let out a nervous laugh.

“Slow,” you repeat, “That sounds nice. I’m not very you know… experienced with everything so I hope I don’t disappoint you—” he cuts you off.

“This isn’t about me, Y/n. Tonight is about you, no matter how that looks. If you just want to sit here and talk, then we can sit here and talk. If you want me to kiss and massage your entire body or more, all you have to say is the word. Your wish is my command, no matter how dirty that may be.” His words come out in a low purr, his eyes boring into yours. Giddiness rushes through you. Logically you know this is his job. He’s supposed to say these things to deliver the fantasy you’re paying for. But real or not he is good at what he is doing.

“So what do you say, Pretty girl?” he asks, kissing the pulse on your wrist, looking up at you through his lashes.

“We can do more than talk,” you shyly confess, pulling the corner of his lips up, “Maybe you can take off your jacket?”

“Of course.” Sitting back you watch as Rindou pulls the zipper of his baggy hoodie down, removing it to reveal his half inked sculpted chest dressed in a cropped fishnet tank top. The sight is both erotic and inviting, so much so that your hand reaches out to touch his chest without even asking. As if touching a hot stove you retract your fingers once it makes contact with his heated skin but his hand is quick to wrap around your wrist, urging your hand to stay on his body.

“It’s ok to touch me.”

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” you say, probably sounding like the biggest idiot. The man is here to do whatever you want ‘no matter how dirty’ and you’re acting like he’ll draw the line at you lightly touching his chest. Without warning, taking the air out of your lungs, Rindou pulls your face close to his by the back of your neck.

“Princess, I’m comfortable with whatever you want to do to me as long as that’s what you want.”

“Okay.” That’s all you were able to say, the way the pet name rolls off his tongue makes the fluttering in your belly move lower along with the heat that has spread across your skin.

“How about we start with removing this, you must be warm with it on,” he says, playing with the hem of your sweater. With a nod of your head he helps pull it over your head, leaving you in your tank top.

“That’s better, " he says, his eyes trailing over the newly exposed skin of your chest and shoulders before returning to your eyes, “how about a kiss?” His question is gentle and underlying with amusement.

“Uh huh,” you sigh.

“I need a verbal yes or no, Princess.”

“Yes.” Your answer comes out breathy and filled with more lust than you expected from yourself but Rindou doesn’t seem to mind, he smiles before curling his hand around the nape of your neck and pulling your lips to his.

The kiss is soft to start. He allows you to grow accustomed to his touch and his taste as you explore his body with your hands. You tentatively run your hands up his pectorals and over his shoulders, his loose hair tickles your digits making you want to feel his soft locks between them.

The kiss deepens as your body leans into his, his hands pulling your waist towards him till you have no other option but to straddle his lap. His tongue grazes yours, you can taste the whiskey on his breath and mixed with the feeling of his strong body beneath you your body begins to go on autopilot.

With a mind of its own, your hips begin to gently rock against his growing bulge, pulling a soft moan from the man. Your hands tingle in his hair, pulling him closer as he gropes and massages the dips and swells of your hips and thighs and up your torso.

Your blood feels electric and you’re only just kissing. That thought alone makes your dizzying mind spin with increasingly more x-rated ones. What would his fingers feel like? His tongue? His cock? You think about the infinite pleasures that his words and kiss promises. The things he could do for you—do to you. You can’t help but wonder what the rest of his body looks like, you’re sure it’s all beautiful from what you’ve already seen. You want to see him stripped completely bare, see the hardness you feel stiffening beneath you, watch how his trained muscles flex as he moves inside you.

Pulling back, the two of you catch your breath, you look into his lidded violet eyes that look right into you, your head, your soul. It’s as if from that one look he knows everything that you were thinking and all that your body needs and craves from him at this moment.

“You’re more lively than you let on when I first got here,” he says with an amused smirk, pulling your face forward till your noses are touched, “Sweet and spicy, I like that.” His smile is carnivorous. He’s looking at you like a predator ready to eat up his prey and you’re his willing victim. You’ve never felt this turned on. You’re unsure whether it’s due to the taboo nature of this meeting or because of the way he is looking at you, either way you want Rindou. Scratch that you need him.

Now.

“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” you ask. You wanted to be more specific, wanted to ask him to join you in your bed but your nerves got the better of you but from the gleam in his eyes and the widening of his smile Rindou heard you loud and clear.

“I would love to. Lead the way,” he says, helping you off his lap. Leading him down the short hallway to your bedroom you realize you’re shaking. From anxiety or excitement? Unsure. But when you glance over your shoulder you see the man behind you looking at your body that is clearly outlined in your leggings and tank top.

Crossing the threshold you turn towards Rindou but before you can get more than a word out your feet are lifted off the floor, leaving you no other option but to wrap your limbs around his body. Your wide eyes make the man chuckle as he takes a seat at the foot of your bed with you, once again, straddling his hips.

“I hope I’m not making you feel rushed, I just like feeling the weight of your body on me.” His admission makes your face feel hot and your pussy clench around nothing.

“That’s okay,” you say, giving him a meek smile.

“Y/n, I need to know,” he says, breaking the silence, his hand combing a stray hair behind your ear, “What are your limits?” His question makes you pause.

“My limits?” you parrot back.

“Yes, your limits. What are your turn ons and turn offs? What are the things that you do not want from this evening? Forgive me, I meant to ask you this before but had gotten a bit… distracted by your lips.” His words are accompanied by his thumb gently swiping your lower lip, his eyes following the moment as if in remembrance of your heated kiss moments earlier.

“Um, I don’t know,” you answer, honestly.

“That’s okay,” he soothes, lazily running his hands up and down your sides, “On your profile I remember you putting praise and oral sex on your desires list, is that still true now?” His mention of your ‘desires list’ makes you shift slightly on his lap. You remember feeling a mix of emotions answering the profile questions. It felt so personal to indulge a stranger, or multiple, to your fantasies—though you supposed that is what they made their career out of.

“Yes,” you finally say, curling your upper lip between your teeth, awaiting his response and instead of the teasing you were half fearing his gaze darkened hungrily.

“Perfect, because that’s just the reason I had chosen you.”

“‘Chosen me’?”

“Yes, Pretty girl, ‘chosen you’,” he reiterates, “I’m not really supposed to tell you this but the guys and I each get to look through the profiles of potential clients and can pick any number of them that suit our preferences. Yes, these sessions are about you but it’d be a lie to say we don’t get anything from this ourselves. So when I saw your profile and your picture I made sure my whole night was open for you.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he starts, eyes locked with yours, “you checked every one of my boxes and I intend to make use of every spare moment I had to give you everything you desire.” Your mind is spinning. This man chose you out of all possible clients. Again logically you know this could be a line he’s throwing at you to make this experience more than it is but—the way he’s looking at you makes you want to believe him. Either he is a world class actor or he means every bit of what he is saying.

“Would you like that?” he asks, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Yes.” You don’t think about it before you say it because there is no need to. You’re nervous, yes, but you’re also more revved up than you’ve ever been before.

“Wonderful. Would you mind me taking this off for you?” He asks, fingers pinching the edge of your tank top.

“Yes—erm, no, I wouldn’t mind,” you correct yourself, flustered but his light chuckle makes you share one in return. Pulling the top off over your head, leaving you in just a lacy bralette, Rindou returns his hands to your now exposed waist.

“You’re so cute,” he says against your ear, pressing a few kisses down your neck, “I’m going to have so much fun eating you up,” he purrs. His voice is like liquid gold, it's hot and smooth, searing you straight to your core. His lips continue to pepper your exposed skin, licking your pulse and nipping your earlobe, reclining your head you allow him more space to explore with his lips. Your hands grip his shoulder and tangle in his hair as he trails across your collarbone to deliver the same sensual treatment to the other side of your neck.

His hands pull your hips closer to his by your ass till you’re flush to his body. Sliding up your sides he massages your breasts in his palms making you moan into his mouth. Detaching from your neck Rindou focuses his attention onto your chest, watching his hands knead your soft mounds. Curling his fingers under the band of your bra his eyes flicker up to yours for reassurance and when you don’t stop him he removes the garment over your head. You gasp when he stands with you in his arms, his fishnet top teasing your already hardened nipples as he places your back softly to the mattress.

“So fucking pretty,” he says, his voice a low whisper. Rindou begins to pepper wet kisses from your neck down your chest. His mouth leaves wet trails of open mouthed kisses as his hands massage your breasts. With one hand pinching your right nipple he uses the other to direct your left to his lips. Latching on, his tongue lashing the hardened bud, your back arches into him. The way his fingers and tongue are teasing your swollen nipples makes your toes curl and the heat pooling between your legs greater.

You need friction. Wrapping your legs around his hips you pull his groin to yours, feeling his hard cock through his jeans. Pulling away from your chest with a lewd pop, sultry violet eyes looking up at you with a lopsided smile.

“Don’t worry, Princess, you’re going to get everything you need.” His cocky words make you want to roll your eyes in annoyance but the way he grinds his hips into yours makes you do it for an entirely different reason. “Just let me enjoy your perfect tits for a moment longer.”

Pinching both your nipples till you let out a small whine, Rindou smirks before taking your other nipple into his mouth. His actions are slow with a calculated hunger. His sharp eyes watch the way your face contorts, how your lips pout when he twists your nipple between his fingertips. Finally releasing your bud from his teeth, his lips make their way down your torso till he hits the band of your leggings. Now on his knees at the foot of your bed, Ridou looks over your half naked body, eyes drinking in all your hot skin that is already blooming with love bites.

“May I?” he asks and as always he waits for your confirmation.

“Yes, please,” you say, breathless. He peels your leggings from your body till you’re laying in nothing but your panties. You bend your knees in once you’re hit with a sudden wave of awareness and embarrassment but Rindou is quick to reopen your legs. The position you’re in makes you feel vulnerable. You’re almost completely naked, your covered sex on display as the man looking between your legs is fully clothed.

“You’re safe with me, Princess,” he coos, “you look so pretty spread open for me.” His words set you on fire. The way he says them, how he calls you Princess and looks at you like you’re something to bow before makes you relax once more into the mattress and his touch.

Sitting back on his haunches, Rindou strips himself of his shirt. His rough hands move up and down the inside of your thighs before gripping your hips, pulling your ass closer to the edge of the bed. His arms keep your legs hinged open, enabling your ability to close them once more.

Slowly, starting at your knee, he trails his lips down your thigh till he reaches the juncture between only to repeat the process on the other. Your breathing hitches when his mouth kisses the edge of the fabric covering your sex, everytime he skips over it the more the need inside you drives you crazy till finally he makes contact. You let out a soft moan when he presses his nose into your pussy, breathing you in with a low satisfied groan.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Baby. I wish I could taste your pretty cunt.” His crass words make your stomach flip and your heart beat increase.

“Why can’t you?” you ask, too transfixed on his piercing eyes to care about the desperate way your words come out.

“Company policy, Princess. Though,” he says, taking another deep inhale of your sex, “if you keep looking at me like that I might have to throw that rulebook out the window. Fuck—you’re already so wet,” he curses, eyes trained on his fingers teasing the wet spot of your panties, teasing your clitoris. A mewl escapes your pouting lips, propping yourself up on your elbows you watch as Rindou rubs his thumb up and down your clothed seam.

“Do you want my tongue, Princess? Want me to make this little pussy feel good with my mouth?”

“Yes, please,” you say, earning you another one of his signature smirks.

“Good girl.” Grabbing the waist of your underwear, the final piece of clothing covering your body, he pulls it down your legs till you’re laying completely nude before him. Another curse falls from his lips as he reopens your thighs to see your bare sex. “Fucking beautiful.”

Reaching into his back pocket he retrieves a rectangular packet. Opening the wrapper he pulls out a sheet of purple latex that he stretches over your weeping cunt.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Princess,” he purrs, running his tongue up your covered seam a few times before taking your clitoris between his lips. His tongue expertly flicks the bundle of nerves as he sucks on it, back and forth making waves of pleasure course through your body.

“Oh my god,” you cry, your head dropping back as one hand reaches down to tug on his hair. You feel his low groan vibrate through you as he continues to feast on you between your legs like a man starved. The sensation of his mouth and his own pleasured moans mix together to pull the coil in your belly so tight it hurts. Rocking your hips against his mouth for the friction you need, your climax is so close. Every muscle in your body tightens as that familiar high finally consumes you, catapulting you into oblivion. Coming down from your first high, you look down to meet the satisfied look of the man between your legs.

“You sound so pretty when you cum,” he says, tossing the latex barrier to the floor, “But we’ve only just started the night.” Your heart skips a beat at the devilish look he gives you, standing up he goes to undo his belt but you stop him. Placing your hands on his you move them aside.

“Would it be against policy if I returned the favor?” you ask, your words coming out coy, making your face feel hotter than before. Cocking his head to the side, racking his finger through your hair, he just smiles.

“Not at all,” he says, reaching into his back pocket, “do you prefer strawberry, grape, or lime?” His wicked gaze doesn’t falter as he holds up different colored foil wrappers. Biting your lip you look between him and the condoms before replying.

“Surprise me.”

“Close your eyes,” he says playfully. Doing as he said, you place your hands over your eyes. You can hear the sound of him undoing his belt and pants, the shuffling of clothes dropping to the floor and finally his voice once more, “You can uncover your eyes, Beautiful.” When you do, your whole body begins to tingle, your toes curl and breath hitches when your eyes are filled with the sight of a completely nude Rindou.

He is gorgeous.

His right side, from his collarbone to his ankle, is covered in an intricate tattoo, his body is sculpted and toned but not too bulky. He allows you time to fully take in his physique, with the way he is looking at you and is standing, you start to think he enjoys your eyes on him. Your eyes follow the linework down his abdomen till you reach the v-line directing your gaze straight to his cock that is standing tall, the tip already glistening with precum that you want to lick up. His groin is neatly trimmed, has tight balls and a few prominent veins running across the length of his shaft up to his swollen red tip.

“You like what you see, Princess?” he asks, breaking your trance. He sees you get flustered and begins to stammer but he soon stops you, taking a few steps towards you he directs your eyes up to his, leaning his face close to yours till your noses are almost touching. “Don’t be ashamed, Baby. I want you to like what you see and what you feel. I want you to feel free to take what's yours,” he purrs the last few words against your lips before taking them with his own for a short kiss.

Pulling back he makes a show of opening the foil packet and rolling the pink latex condom down his shaft. Scooting to the edge of the bed, placing your hands on his thighs, you look up at Rindou as his previous words play in your head.

I want you to feel free to take what’s yours.

Wrapping your hands around his cock you stick your tongue out and run it up his entire length. The taste of artificial strawberry fills your mouth and with a gentle hum you wrap your lips around his tip. Rindou’s hand holds the back of your head, petting your head and cooing encouraging words to you as you begin to pump his shaft into your mouth, never breaking eye contact. His words flood your body, sending waves of euphoria through your system, making you feel airy and confident and the way he is looking at you makes you feel desired. Sexy.

“You’re sucking my cock so fucking good, Princess,” he says, “So pretty. Suck me a little harder, that’s right. Good girl.” His head drops back before returning your gaze once more. Your pace has increased, sucking him harder and using one hand to stroke his shaft along with your mouth as the other touches his body. Gripping and draggin your nails lightly against his thigh and against his stomach before you retract and use both hands to stroke his cock as you catch your breath. Looking up at Rindou he takes your face between his hands and pulls your mouth to his, moaning into your lips as your hands keep working him.

“Fuck, Princess,” he says, “Keep doing this and you’re going to make me cum.”

“What if I want you to cum?” you say, so high off of lust the embarrassment you might’ve felt earlier from saying such forward words doesn’t touch you. All you can think about is the man in front of you and the pleasure you can make together.

“I’d say you’re a very naughty girl,” he says with a breathy chuckle before pulling your hands away from him and pressing them back into the mattress above your head, “but I’d much rather see you cum for me again and this time with my cock deep inside you—If that's what you want. I couldn’t think of a better way to unravel than with your tight little cunt squeezing my cock as I fuck you into the mattress.” His words are dirty and thrilling and his lips trailing up your arm sear your skin. You’ve never been talked to so aggressively before and you like it.

“Would you like that, Pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you immediately say. With both hands secured above your head by one of his, Rindou glides his free hand down your belly. His digits strike against your skin like a match.

“Tell me, Princess, do you want my fingers?” he asks, fingers grazing your thigh.

“Yes. Please,” you say breathlessly.

“Such a naughty girl,” he teases, sliding his fingers down between your wet folds, “wanting me to stretch you out on my fingers, make your pussy nice and ready to take my cock.” His words mixed with his nimble fingers rubbing your clitoris in slow torturous circles, your mouth hangs open as soft whines fall from your pouty lips till he finally inserts two fingers into your aching cunt making your head fall back.

HIs fingers expertly curl against your gummy walls, his lips suck and kiss your extended neck as he hums along with your sweet cries of pleasure.

“That’s it, just like that,” he says against your ear, “relax around my fingers. Let me take care of you, make you feel good. I want to hear your pretty voice sing for me, Y/n. You’re doing so good, so perfect, squeezing my fingers so tightly. You’re about to cum again aren’t you?” Your response is swallowed up by choked moans and breathy sighs as his fingers quicken before pulling out and rubbing your clit sending your high toppling over like a Jenga tower.

“Oh, Fuck! Yes. Yes!” Unrestrained moans fall from your lips as he rides out your orgasm, not stopping till you are quaking with overstimulation. Releasing your hands you wrap them around his shoulders, pulling his mouth to yours as you breath in his scent and taste his mouth. Your chest is heaving from exhaustion but your body is still a livewire of lust and desire. Pulling back Rindou presses his soiled fingers against your lips. Opening your mouth you taste yourself, it's tangy and fans the fire in your belly.

“Does your pussy taste good, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he says, stealing one last kiss before getting up. Removing his condom he reaches into his jean pocket to retrieve a new one. Your tired eyes watched as he quickly slides a new rubber down his shaft before retaking his spot above you. “You ready for my cock, Princess?” he asks, spread your legs open, rubbing his tip through your slick folds.

“Yes,” you automatically say, you’re so dizzy from your last high it seems to be the only word you can think of. Words can not describe how much you need him inside you, the desperation that is growing every moment he isn’t stretching you out over his cock. A gasp escaped your lips when he pushed his tip into your needy hole followed by a curse from him.

“Fuck—” Once he is entirely seated inside your quivering walls, Rindou begins to gently pump inside you. “God damn it,” he moans, his hips moving faster. Your fingers curl into the bed sheets as he rocks into you with more zeal. His rough hands gripping your hips as he pulls you onto him, his hair falling over his eyes and begin to stick to the sweat dampening his brow.

“Oh my god, Rindou!” you cry.

“That’s right, Baby. Say my name.” His movements become faster, his swollen tip punches your cervix with increasing hardness till he is fucking you like an animal. His breath comes out hard and fast with deep grunts of exertion as he uses his body against yours. Your voice is bouncing off the walls of your bedroom along with the sticky sounds of your joining and the smacking of his sake against your ass. You’re so close, the coil in your belly is tightening with every harsh pump of his cock.

“Yes—oh my god I’m going to cum,” you cry, propping yourself up on your arms, looking up at the powerful man. Sitting up straighter, your ankles in his hands, holding your legs wide open, looking at your connected bodies.

“That’s it, Princess. Cum on my cock. You’re doing so good. Taking me so well—Fuck!” he heaves, combing his hair back from his face. Your head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as you try to grasp onto the dangling strings of your coming orgasm but it's just out of reach. A pathetic sob comes from your throat. Reopening your eyes you look between your legs, watching his cock disappear inside you, you reach down and begin to rub your sensitive clitoris.

“Yes,” he cries, eyes looking between your working fingers and your scrunched up face, “You look so fucking pretty touching yourself, Baby. Make yourself cream on my cock—shit—that’s it. I’m so fucking close, Princess. Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside your tight little cunt?”

“God, yes!” His hips begin to stutter with his impending climax and yours isn't far behind with your hand touching your clit, you lay back and pinch your nipple with the other. The zings of pain from twisting your hardened bud goes straight to your clenching pussy. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Rindou falls on top of you bracketing your head between his arms as he kisses your neck.

“So fucking good,” he purrs into your ear, “I feel your sweet cunt squeezing me so tight—fuck that’s it, Princess. Fuck yes!” he says as you finally come undone. Your cunt convulses around his moving shaft as every other muscle in your body tenses up as you’re racked with the overwhelming sensation of euphoria. Neither your hands or his hips stop, both in their pursuits of your respective highs.

Your body is unable to relax, now being tipped over into overstimulation. Your hand push against Rindou’s shoulders as his sloppy pumps into your exhausted core become tortuous in the best way.

“I can’t—ah— Rindou—please,” your words come out choppy and breathless but he doesn’t relent.

“Yes you can, Princess,” he encourages, “just a little longer. You’re doing so beautifully for me.” Sitting up, Rindou reaches between you to rub his thumb against your already swollen clit. You try to push his hand away but your body locks up with another body shaking orgasm building up.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, your eyes are squeezed so tightly shut and you feel tears beginning to well up, “That feels so good,” you slur, watery eyes looking up at him as your body is overtaken by your high. Your mouth is open, letting any and all sounds of pleasure come out. With the sound of his name ringing in his ears from your fucked out voice he cums. His hips slow as he milks himself into the condom containing him. Once his hips come to a halt the two of you sit there gasping for air, connected in blissed out silence. You mewl and are brought back to reality when you feel Rindou begin to slowly pull out of you.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing your hair from your face before tying off the used rubber and tossing it in the trash.

“God, yes,” you sigh, making him chuckle.

“Good,” he says, laying his body next yours, propping himself on his elbow.

“Are you going to leave now?” you ask, feeling a little embarrassed about how needy you might’ve just sounded but he just smiles.

“Technically I am supposed to but—” he trails off, following his fingertips as they run up your side.

“But?”

“But I could stick around a little longer if you want.”

“Would that get you in trouble?” you ask.

“Perhapes,” he just chuckles darkly and leans his face close to yours, “but you make me want to break all kinds of rules, Princess,” he purrs before taking your lips in a hungry kiss, reigniting the fire in your belly.

I'm not sure how I feel about how this one turned out but I hope you enjoyed it!

Feedback & interaction is alway appreciated!

Would you be interested in more like this? If so let me know and I’m open to suggestions :)

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[baby-tini]

Kinktober Sneak-Peak

𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗩𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝘅)- Away on a business trip with no physical access to you as his cock sits uncomfortably in his boxers while he thinks about you... but then he remembers, he let you have a phone for a reason.

𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻!𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆 (𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗦𝗲𝘅)- He's the boss, he runs shit in Bonten, he doesn't have a problem fucking his fingers into you as you make a mess on his hand, nobody else should have a problem with it either.

𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 (𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿)- You didn't know who he was, but those pretty sapphire eyes led you into his bed... never too be seen again.

𝗣𝗠!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗗𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻)- You've only ever made three mistakes in your life, the first being, underestimating Dazai. The second, calling the Demon Prodigy soft... and the third? Was following him back to his bed.

𝗔𝗗𝗔!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶/𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁!𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 (𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴)- The man in your home felt... off. He looked like Dazai, sounded like Dazai and even acted like him... but he kissed you differently, fucked you differently and even tasted different. Maybe it was just the red blinking light in the corner that was messing with you.

[asirensrage]

The Road to Hell

Title: The Road to Hell Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Explicit Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Unnamed!Undescribed!FemaleOC Word count: 2306 Warnings: Dark!fic. Dub-con. Drug overdose. Non-con drug use. Obsession. Forced Relationship. Sex. Coercion. Forced Relationship. Unbeta'd. *warnings are not exhaustive* Summary: It's pure luck that she stumbles across him alone in the middle of an overdose. He thinks it's fate.

MANGA SPOILER WARNING! This fic mentions events in the manga that have not yet been shown in the anime. You have been warned.

Notes: okay, I don't completely love how this came out with the pov change, but I can't figure out how to improve it yet. If I do, I'll rewrite/repost it like I dd the Ran oneshot. It is a dark fic. Consider yourself warned. It was inspired by my mother talking about kids accidentally overdosing in parks and how I should pick up one of these kits. The POV change shifts in the middle and there's a bit of timeshifting in it, but I hope it makes sense. (please tell me if it doesn't so i can fix it. I've looked at it too much myself and I don't have a beta for my TR fics) I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.

“Ha–Haru–” she tries to say his name, unable to catch her breath from the way he’s thrusting into her. 

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, grinning down at her. 

Her arms are tied above her, making her arch her chest up towards him a little more. She’s so fucking pretty like this, tears in her eyes as she begs him for more. He leans down and kisses her, letting her taste the remnants of herself on his tongue. 

God, he wants more. 

He didn’t think there was ever a woman who would drive him to madness, but here he has her under him. His angel. His fucking saviour who’s too good for him but Sanzu doesn’t give a shit. Tasting her is better than any of the drugs he’s been on. She makes him fucking crazy.

“Come on, baby. Lemme see you come for me again.” 

She whines, shifting as though she can resist him. He knows better. He leans down, kissing her neck as he adjusts the angle of her hips. She feels so fucking good. If he hadn’t looked into her, researched everything about her, he’d think she was a virgin with the way she was squeezing him this tight. 

She cries out as he picks up his pace and it’s music to his ears. 

“Fuck!” he groans against her skin, kissing her hard again. “Gotta come for me, baby. Come with me. Show me how fucking pretty you look.”

Her eyes are closed, lost in the feeling of him. She’s fucking glowing with sweat from how long they’ve been fucking. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” When she doesn’t move fast enough, lost in how good he’s making her feel, he grabs her neck forcing her attention back on his face. “Look at me.”

Her eyes open, glaring at him for the distraction. As if he’s going to deny her the pleasure only he can bring.

He grins at her. “There’s my angel.” 

🩹

Some time ago…

He doesn’t mean to do it. He doesn’t. It’s not like he takes more than he usually does. He’s slipped something by one of his usual suppliers but something is wrong. He knows something is wrong and he’s trying to get some air, shoving his way outside as he grabs his phone to call someone for help and he drops. The world is spinning around him and he laughs. He can’t move. 

“Hey, are you okay? Hey, look–” 

A face appears over him but he can’t make out the features. Things are blurring. They’re saying something else but he can’t make it out. He calls for Mikey, reaching for his phone but his vision goes black and he passes out. 

🩹

Being sober fucking sucks. 

It makes him more irritable than normal. He wants to succumb to the feeling of weightlessness, of drifting away from the world just enough that he can actually do his work. But since he was fucking poisoned and nearly died because of the pills, Mikey’s ordered him off of them. Even if he already killed the dealer who gave it to him. 

He’s fiddling with one of the pens that he stole from the purse of the girl who saved him. At least, that’s what he had been told. Whatever she gave him kept him alive long enough for the doctor they have on staff to drag him back from the edge. 

He doesn’t remember more than the sound of her panicked voice and the way the light in the alley acted like a halo framing her head. He’s seen her license, but photos never really do someone justice. He just wants to know…why did she save him?

He tries to shove it out of his mind. He doesn’t have time to wonder about a stranger, not when he has traitors to dig out and Mikey to protect. He’s number two, after all. He has work to do. 

🩹

He can’t stop fucking thinking about her. Why did she save him? Why him? Of all the people he could have stumbled across…it was the one woman probably in the whole country who didn’t fear him, who had something in her bag that kept him alive. 

He’s always felt justified in his choices, in his decisions to follow Mikey. He was certain he wouldn’t let that old timeline come to pass, he’d do what Shinchiro set out to do and keep Mikey alive. But her? She was like an angel in his time of need…the thought stops him. 

He didn’t believe in religious junk, but something brought Shinchiro back, something saved Mikey…and something sent this woman into his path. Maybe there was more to it than just saving him…maybe it was Shinchiro sending his thanks for looking after Mikey. He snorts at the idea but the more he ruminates on it, the more it makes sense. Clearly, she’s meant for him. Otherwise, why would she have saved him? Why would she have been there?

🩹 🩹 🩹

Honestly, it’s a lot of luck on his part that she happened to be walking by. She doesn’t usually like to get involved in the affairs of strangers, but it’s easy to see with one look at him that he’s blissed out. Until he falls and she can see the way his breathing catches, the way he’s struggling. 

When he drops, she’s moving without thinking. She kneels, praying he doesn’t throw up on her and calls out to him. 

“Hey! Are you okay? Hey! Look at me!” His eyes can’t focus, pupils nearly erasing the irises. 

“Mik–” his voice slurs and he passes out in front of her. At first, she’s just going to turn him over to make sure if he does throw up, he won’t choke. Then he fully stops breathing. 

He’s lucky because she’s trained in first aid. Because her mother had been watching the news about children accidentally overdosing on drugs somehow left on playgrounds and strongly recommended that she carry the drug meant to help keep someone alive if they overdose on her person. So she digs it out of her bag, yelling for help as she unzips the pack and shoves the first one into one of his nostrils and presses it. She calls 911 and puts it on speaker since no one is coming to help and starts CPR. 

She talks to the operator, trying to tell them where she is but she’s not from this district and she’s trying to get this man to start breathing. She pauses and instead of putting her mouth against his, she shoves the second dose of it into his other nostril and sprays it in. 

He coughs and throws up. She jolts back, turning him towards her so that he can get it out and not choke. The operator is asking her what’s happening but he’s finally breathing that it takes her attention until she has him in a recovery position. 

She grabs her phone but before she can actually confirm that he’s alive and ask where the ambulance is, someone knocks it out of her hand. She looks to get it but someone steps on it, fully shattering the screen and making it go black. 

“HEY!”

The click of a gun, the cool metal touching her temple stops her from reaming them out. 

“What the fuck did you do to him?”

“Saved his life!” she snaps back. “He needs a hospital and you just broke my call that the operator was probably tracking!” 

“What’s this shit?” another voice asks and she sees a foot kick the pack that the naloxone was in. 

“It’s Naloxone. When used fast enough, it can save someone from overdosing. Now instead of interrogating me, call an ambulance!”

They refuse, instead dragging the man off and leaving her in the alley, covered in his sick after they threaten her if she says anything to anyone. It’s not until she’s home and locked out that she realizes that they took her purse. 

It all goes to shit after that. 

🩹

It all goes to shit after that. 

Getting all of her IDs, cards and papers replaced takes longer than she wants. She does, however, tell her mother that she was right and she did help someone. Even if it wasn’t a child like her mother feared. Honestly, she didn’t know where her mother thought they lived but it was clearly somewhere more dangerous than they did. 

She expected that to be the worst of it. 

Until she runs into him by accident. 

She’s leaving a convenience store and putting her wallet away when she accidentally stumbles into him. He grabs her by the shoulders, steadying her. She looks up, an apology on her lips when she realizes who it is. 

“Oh my god, you’re alive!” 

He looks a little startled at her reaction before he smiles. “It’s you.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. I didn’t think you made it,” she admits before remembering the rest of the night. “You stole my purse.” 

“Me? I was dying,” he says clearly. “I couldn’t have.” 

“Your friends then,” she replies. Now that he’s alive and seemingly healthy, she can finally stop thinking about the incident. 

“Let me make it up to you.” He stares down at her and she shifts under the sudden intensity of his gaze. His pink hair falls to his shoulders and his suit looks finely pressed. The scars on the edge of his mouth make him look intimidating. It’s a huge change from the last time she saw him. 

“You don’t need to,” she says. She doesn’t need to get involved with anyone who overdoses and has friends ready to murder her in retribution for causing his death. “I appreciate the offer but it’s fine. I’m just glad I could help.”

He steps forward. “You did. They said I wouldn’t have made it without you. Come on,” he grins at her. “I want to say thank you.”

“You just did,” she points out.

“Properly.”

🩹

She doesn’t think much of it at first. 

Sanzu Haruchiyo, as he properly introduced himself as, is persistent in his determination to say thank you. She expects dinner and refused, not wanting to get more involved with the man than she already was. 

He sends her flowers with a card that holds a number. When she doesn’t call it, choosing to dispose of it instead, her work receives an anonymous donation for upgrades and her class is the first chosen. She refuses the upgrades but then her vacation days are suddenly increased. He pays her rent for the next six months. 

It’s enough to make her track him down so she can get him to stop. She knows the feeling of a gun against her head because of him. She doesn’t want anything else. 

It’s not an easy thing, but she tracks him down to a club. In the process, she learns the name of the criminal organization he’s involved with: Bonten. It’s enough to make her second guess finding him, the criminals more serious than she ever anticipated. She watches the news. She knows the reports of just what they do and how often bodies are found with them as the main suspects. 

It makes her more determined to find him, to get him to stop. It leads to her eventually arguing with the bouncer of the VIP area of the club she waited in line for over an hour to get in. She just wants this to be over. 

She doesn’t know when he spots her, but he approaches with a grin, waving off the guard and leaning in towards her. His pink hair falls between them, brushing her bare shoulders. She’s forced herself into a borrowed skimpy dress to get into this club but she’s more uncomfortable now with him so close. 

“What have I done to earn seeing your face again, angel?”

He doesn’t look high but she doesn’t have enough experience with drugs to confirm it. 

“Why did you pay my rent? Or send that donation to my work. That was you, wasn’t it?” 

He reaches out, brushing her hair back out of her face. “You never called. Wouldn’t let me take you to dinner.”

“And that’s your response?” She stares at him incredulously. It was more than a little overkill. 

He grins at her. “Let me make it up to you?” he asks again, almost a parody of the last time. She stares at him for a long moment. If she says no, there’s no telling what else he’ll do. So she accepts.

🩹

Sanzu keeps her. 

It was an accident, pure chance that she saved him, and he has not let her forget it since. Her attempts to tell him no fail every time. He slowly takes over her life and any attempts to make him stop has him increasing his actions until there’s nothing left except him. 

She gave one small thing. He takes everything in return. 

Every attempt she makes at pulling away has him digging himself deeper under her skin. Before she knows it, there’s a bodyguard outside her work. He moves her into his apartment with claims that it’s safer for her. He breaks down every protest, every action, with cool logic, soft touches and warm promises. He distracts her with orgasms and pretty trinkets, burying her until the only things she has are reminders of him. 

And now they’re here.

🩹

He’s slipped her something. 

“Just to help you relax, baby. Let me lead you back to heaven,” he says, murmuring it into her skin. It makes her head spin. 

“Haru…” She breathes before he kisses her. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed, not the first time they’ve tasted each other, but it feels ten times more intense than before. 

“I got you.” 

He whispers promises into her skin. He brings her to her peak with ease, content in devouring her bit by bit until all she can say is his name. He’s breaking her apart every time she cums under his mouth or fingers or cock.

If she wasn’t bound, stars in her eyes and lost in the feelings he was creating, she’d kill him for this. He’d probably enjoy the attempt, tell her it’s more proof they’re meant to be. If she could feel anything except the constant ebb and flow of pleasure, lighting coursing down her spine, she’d–

“Come on, baby. Lemme see you come for me again.” 

She whines, trying to shift away because it’s too much. She’s overstimulated to the point she feels like crying. He kisses her neck, forcing another mark into her skin and adjusts them until she can barely speak from the way it feels. 

 He kisses her again and she can taste herself on his tongue. “Gotta come for me, baby. Come with me. Show me how fucking pretty you look.”

Her eyes are closed because she can barely keep them open, because she doesn’t want to look at the man who’s stolen her life. 

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” She doesn’t want to, but his hand moves to her throat and she feels the pressure he puts as he forces her to face him. “Look at me.”

She glares at him, eyes brimming with tears and anger at the way he won’t let her escape even just as far as the distance of an eyelid. 

He grins at her. “There’s my angel.” 

She’ll give him this. Let him grow comfortable enough that she has space to make her move. She’ll be free of him. One way or another. 

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[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝔘𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔤𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

Characters: Ran Haitani

Warnings: Swearing, suicide, manipulation, mentions of smut, angst?

You were one of Bonten's sluts.

One day traded out to complete deals with other gangs.

To Bonten, selling prostitutes, drugs, or arms was nothing more than a cheap deal. Then why? Why were you so different? You weren't like the others, Ran could see that right away. Your dark glistening skin and plump round lips weren't just for show.

"Then what about Bonten? You're telling me you're willing to betray Mikey? Tell me now so I can shoot you down." The younger Haitani stated.

No, of course not! Ran wouldn't turn into scraps because of some slut!

But he did. He gave in.

He knew what your plush walls felt like. He knew how your sweet moans sounded. The faint smell of sex shoving the fact that he's consciously betraying Mikey down his throat.

No, he wasn't falling for you.

You were nothing more than the other sluts he's fucked thus far.

Your angelic sleeping form beside his naked body. He wanted you. Not out of love, admiration, or even lust. He simply wanted to crush you. To manipulate you. He wanted to flaunt you around like some sexy trophy before getting rid of you.

You were too perfect. He wanted to harness it and destroy it before he did something he might regret.

Every night, you two would stare at your phones, waiting for the other to call. You would always give in, needing to hear Ran's voice in your head before you rest, wanting the older Haitani to consume your dreams.

Stupid lamb. Walking into a wolf's den with no shepherd.

It hurts to look at him and know you need him. To know you want him. You know he doesn't love you. You know he's only using you as entertainment for his sick game. But you can't give in. After years of searching for validation and love, you found it. Those thoughts of forever clouded your common sense and told you this was okay.

Toxic. So fucking toxic.

Using him as a crutch whenever you needed comfort. You could always feel his smirk whenever you cried in his arms. Yet you kept going back. He told you he loved you and promised you a future filled with love and offspring. Yet he only called you when he's bored of work and has nothing better to do.

You can't take it. Either he loves you or he doesn't.

The wind blows in your beautiful dark hair as you stand there, remembering, regretting, crying.

"I hate you."

Three strong words you knew you didn't mean. You try your best to push him out of your mind as you take a dive off the deep end. Tuning out the passing cars and noises of the city.

He looks down at your beautifully contorted body. Blue and red lights flashing rapidly, usually a sign of help on the way. Your bloody figure being covered by a blanket; quickly turning red.

The members of Bonten glance at Ran from atop the roof. His smirk saying it all.

"How utterly disgusting, doll. ♡"