#stares at him and bonten with a deep sigh

[deathfavor]

@ofsavior said: “Oi, Kazutora-kun.” Chifuyu voices while on their shared break. Broom still in hand, he sets it aside and faces Kazutora a bit uncertainly. “I’m not really sure how to ask this, but it’s been on my mind for a while.” Chifuyu begins, the nerves evident on his expression. “Are you living life for you?” It’s a broad question certainly, but a simple one. “I mean looking to your own path.” Dusting off his hands, Chifuyu lowers his head. “I know you’ve been working a lot to atone for the past.” Chifuyu approaches Kazutora then and stands relatively close. One hand reaches and rests upon Kazutora’s shoulder. “I want you to know I forgive for what happened back then.”

   Kazutora lifts his head from looking at his phone to cast a curious glance towards Chifuyu when the other calls for him. That curiosity only increases when he sees how uncertain Chifuyu appears to be. It’s strange, he can’t think of a reason why there should be such nervousness. So with that in mind, he sets his phone down and tilts his head. “ What’s up, Chifuyu? Ask away.  “  Kazutora offers lightheartedly, attention on Chifuyu with a relaxed smile that hopefully offers some reassurance to whatever is on Chifuyu’s mind.

   It feels like he’s been punched in the chest. The question is full of ugly, sharp teeth that sink themselves into his skin with vicious relentlessness. It makes the easy-going smile on his face disappear in an instant and his head turns away to look off to the side before he can stop himself. He can’t hide from the question even if he wants to. Are you living life for you?  “ What brought this up? “ He asks, trying to sound casual but it sounds panicky to his own ears.  

   His jaw clenches and then unclenches, but he isn’t angry. Not at Chifuyu, and certainly not when Chifuyu looks nervous. He can’t fathom why Chifuyu is nervous over what’s been asked. It’s not him being dissected and judged. ( Kazutora deserves it, he knows this. Ten years doesn’t change the fact you’re a killer – let alone a twice convicted killer. Helping animals doesn’t change that his hands are soaked in blood. ) Gold eyes stare at the wall with relentless focus, but he’s not seeing it. Not really.  

   Kazutora wants to flinch from the touch, but he stays still because it’s the only thing grounding him. He stays still because he knows Chifuyu means well. It's meant to comfort, he knows that. “ I don’t. “ Kazutora croaks, voice raw even under his efforts to keep it controlled. He clears his throat and tries again. “ I appreciate knowing that – “ And he does, he really does “ – but I don’t forgive myself. “ Kazutora whispers, dropping his gaze to stare at his own hand.  “  Two years. That seems like my time limit. “ He laughs, bitter and rough.  “ We’re getting close to two years since my release – and I’m scared to death I’m going to do something or fuck something up for you. “ It wasn't even about himself. He was scared for Chifuyu's sake. His chest feels heavy, like it’s being crushed under the weight of his words. “ Two years of knowing Baji before meeting Mikey, Toman forming, and then killing Shinichiro. Two years of juvie, and then Baji. Now two years…“ It’s like some sick fucking joke that haunts him. He shivers, cold despite the warmth of the break room. “ Maybe Hanma was right... “ 

   Are you living life for you? “ Living life for me? “ He feels like a disappointment – which is the story of his life.  “ I’m - It’s never- “ Kazutora stutters, stumbles over the words he’s trying to say. He feels sick. “ I never have an ideal future or dream job or path.”  Kazutora offers weakly. His gaze darts back to Chifuyu for the first time, quick to rush out the words. “ I appreciate this, here, and everything you’ve done. I do like it. “ His eyes squeeze shut when he looks away. “ It just...feels like everyone else has their path, their goals, but I don’t know where I’m going. I didn’t expect to be here. “   A statement made with multiple meanings. “ And sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve it. This. “ He gestures around them, then hugs his arms close to him in a self-soothing gesture when guilt sweeps over his visage.  “ So…I don’t think I am. But...that's fine. I just continue to try to atone, help here, you know. All that sort of stuff. “ He offers a shaky smile towards Chifuyu in hopes it is reassuring.

But he's scared. He's scared and now he's said he's scared it feels harder to ignore. 

#ofsavior #oh this :( #he feels hes disappointing chifuyu... #and we know what happens at 2 years #stares at him and bonten with a deep sigh #self sabotage on that one buddy #i don't...think kazutora knows what it means really #living life for himself rather than as act of atonement #i think thats really what he sees it as - living to atone #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA] #᛭ — [QUEUE] ghosts of the past and of the future

[tenjikyu]

𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!executives x manjiro’s son!reader , male!reader , izana lives bc fuck it we ball & he adds character to the fic , bonten all lives together in a massive penthouse just like my rockstar!reader fic bc that’s such a fun idea , reader is a very “ ion gaf ” character , reader is not biologically related to manjiro , reader has suffered through childhood abuse , more fluff then angst , going to make a part 2 .

❤︎ the day manjiro sano found you, helpless and starved, he practically convinced himself to ignore you.

❤︎ alas, his big brother didn’t share the same sentiment, quickly walking over to you and overwhelming you with questions.

❤︎ izana talked your ear off, and all the executives present could see that you were pissed by his presence.

❤︎ deciding it would be better to just leave you be to die of starvation, he takes izana’s hand in his own before dragging him away.

❤︎ you barley crossed his mind after that.

❤︎ until he found you in an alleyway, drenched in blood that was certainly not your own.

❤︎ you were wielding a simple thin kitchen knife, and you were clearly distressed.

❤︎ looking over your shoulder, you notice the man’s presence behind you, and get in an offensive position, ready to attack need be.

“what happened?” the boy with frosted skin asked you, staring lifelessly at the rather large man that had a slice to his throat.

“he followed me back to the alleyway after i borrowed some apples from the store next to his. when i told him to leave, he didn’t.” you explain, glaring at the corpse next to you.

“and so, i had to take matters into my own hands.”

you seemed almost indifferent to the stench of blood, your eyes spoke a million words to manjiro. it was as though this was an all to familiar scenario for you.

“come boy, i’ll get you a change of clothes.” the man before you almost orders you. scoffing, you race to him and grip the knife to his throat.

“like hell i’m going anywhere with you.” you spit at the man, completely oblivious to just how dangerous he was, not that you would’ve cared regardless.

it’s a kill or be killed world, and you weren’t going to become apart of the former. not again.

manjiro only sighed, waving your hand away from him.

“come, or do you want the cops to find you? you aren’t getting anywhere dressed like that. if you’re with me, the police force won’t be able touch you.”

at the end of the day, you had just killed a man once more, and you knew deep down that the strange man in front of you was right.

there was no way you’re getting out of this alone.

❤︎ and so, you allowed the lean man to hold your even thinner wrist as he walks through the streets. it was about 10:00pm by now, and manjiro knew that his brother is probably blowing up his phone as you two walk.

❤︎ regardless, he takes you into a shady thrift shop and gets you dressed. nothing fancy, just a black hoodie with some worn jeans and a pair of 2nd hand converse shoes. not the best, but much better then the rags you were wearing beforehand anyways.

❤︎ as he made his way back to the penthouse, which could easily home more then 15 people, he finally answers his silenced phone.

❤︎ izana is giving him the usual earful about how he “shouldn’t leave without his big brother” and how “anyone could be tracking his movements.”

❤︎ manjiro only holds your little hand tighter as he steps into the place.

❤︎ immediately, 8 sets of eyes land on the two of you.

❤︎ the man with the curly white hair blankly stares into what feels like your soul. he slowly approaches you, before leaning down to his level.

❤︎ “you like taiyaki?”. his eyes crazed and still glaring into you.

❤︎ and thus, you were oddly enough, quickly welcomed into bonten.

❤︎ you were promptly fed and bathed, much to your discomfort, before being placed into one of the many spare bedrooms within their absolutely massive penthouse, right next to manjiro’s bedroom for simplicity’s sake.

❤︎ everything was a first for you, from the endless amount of food stocked in the home, to having adults around you that aren’t about to beat you senseless.

❤︎ after waking up from your first ever comfortable night asleep, you promised to yourself that you wouldn’t speak a word to any of these people.

❤︎ having your trust in the ones supposed to protect you abused and shattered doesn’t get fixed overnight, but that didn’t seem to bother any of the men around you.

❤︎ it has been 2 days since your arrival, and apart from manjiro showing you around, they seemed to mostly ignore your presence.

❤︎ you did whatever you wanted. watched TV, ate anybody’s food without a care in the world, interrupted all of the men from getting their work done and stolen an excessive amount of personal items that belonged to the executives, much to their confusion.

❤︎ some of them used the spare bedrooms as 2nd offices (apart from the one at HQ), and you used that as a way to learn more about the guys who had ripped you from the streets.

❤︎ and from that, you learned then that you were currently residing in the most dangerous home in japan, with the deadliest men in the country’s stolen goods scattered in your bedroom.

❤︎ your heart sunk when you heard someone enter the office you were in, only to find the head on bonten staring at you as you scrolled through his laptop.

❤︎ you only blinked, before slowly backing away from him, attempting to make a run for it.

❤︎ “let’s chat, (Y/N).” he takes ahold of your little wrist once more.

❤︎ fuck.

❤︎ you spent a good 2 and 1/2 hours talking to manjiro. you told him about your home life. how your mother slept around with the door wide open, and how your fathers empty bottles typically collided with your forehead if you took a breath too loud. you told him about how you had finally had enough, and murdered them both with the same knife you held to his throat only a few days ago.

❤︎ you told him about how school was a drag, and the kids there would often laugh at the marks left by your father. ‘the boy with unfortunate parents’ was your title, and you found yourself breaking the noses of the children teasing you. and so, you just stopped going.

❤︎ you told him more about yourself. how you (from what you could remember), were nine and turning ten next year, and what your interests were, heavily limited due to lack of exposure.

❤︎ not once did manjiro interrupt you as you spoke. he sat there, legs crossed and staring at you with an indifferent look.

❤︎ after you were done, he gently pulled you by the waist into his lap and ruffled your messy hair.

❤︎ “from now on, you only listen to what i say. you don’t need to listen to anyone else in the house, okay? just do as i say, and you’re free to do as you wish.”

❤︎ that’s all he says as he strokes your hair, attempting to have you drift off in his protective hold.

❤︎ and it works.

A/N : part 2 is gonna have the reader interacting with the executives, as well as the father/son relationship form between him and manjiro.

uncle izana is gonna go so hard.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo rev x male reader #manjiro sano #mikey #manjiro mikey sano #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x male reader #manjiro x male reader #mikey x male reader #TW : abuse #izana kurokawa #kakucho #rindou haitani #ran haitani #kokonoi hajime #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi

[sunaluv]

A cute prompt! The moment they realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with you 🥺🥺 (Also hi hello new follower here i love ur works!!!! Hope ur having an awesome day stay safe and stay hydrated 🫶🫶🫶)

i got you

feat: ran, eren, shigaraki(🥹), gojo

RAN

ill be honest, it was probably during an argument.

he was absolutely smitten with you. that was probably why you too rarely fought. also, the two of you were too unbothered to draw out fights long.

so when it hit the 2-day mark and he hadn't seen or heard from you since you stormed out of the house, he became worried.

he had a lot of enemies and you knew that too. his mind kept him up at night if he didn't spend it combing the streets of japan looking for you.

the rest of bonten saw it too. he became more snappy with his colleagues (they had to calm mikey down before they fought fr), he went crazy and fired his secretary for some reason, mans was spiralling out of control.

his brother hated seeing him like this, so he helped look for you, contacting all your friends and family on your whereabouts.

eventually they found you, hiding in your friends' house (she's a real one and told them she didn't know where you were when they asked).

ran was an emotional wreck. over a girlllll.

honestly, rindou was shaking his head, but he knew his brother was in deep.

you talked things out and smoothed it over, and although you were a little pissy with him, you allowed him to hold you in his embrace, whispering gently apologies in between kisses to your hairline.

when you finally fell asleep in his arms, ran didn't want to let you go or sleep. he felt like you might disappear if he takes his eyes off you for a second.

that when it hit him how deeply in love he was with you, and he (along with everyone in the bonten building) realised you really do keep him sane and he can't imagine a life without you.

he promised that, if you stuck around long enough, he'll make sure you stay with him forever <3

EREN

best friends to lovers trope woop woop

okay so he realised this way before you two got together.

so one day, there was a big falling out in your friend group which caused a massive divide.

you, mikasa, sasha, and the eldia boys (reiner, bert) were all on one side. and eren, armin, jean connie and such were on the other side. yall were a big friend group too so the news travelled fast that you divided.

you and eren weren't the causation, but people had to pick sides which meant you were split up.

the divide couldn't have come at a worse time too because you were in that stage where you knew you had feelings for each other and were flirting and dancing around the fact that you wanted to be together.

now you couldn't be seen together by your friends unless you wanted to cause more drama (giving romeo and juliet).

he still had a strong desire to see you, so he often snuck around with you in the evening/night time, and it honestly was kinda romantic, though you wished you could hang out in the day too.

he took you out on 'dates' (referred to as 'friendly outings' bc feelings are complicated) and he drew them out as long as possible because he hated it when it was time to say goodbye. every time you left, he would count down the hours before he could see you again.

absence really does make the heart grow fonder because he had to control himself from gravitating towards you during the day and it hurt the both of you.

it was one random night where he couldn't fall asleep. he was just staring at the ceiling, replaying your whole date in his head and he didn't realise he started smiling a little.

with his head buried in the pillow, he sighed wanting nothing more than to be with you forever.

SHIGARAKI

you were the first and probably the only girl to show interest in him and honestly, the minute you did, he thought yall were locked in for life.

he thought relationships were purely meant to be transactional, so when he finally understood that you just wanted to be there for him because you truly cared and loved for him? he thought he was sick by the way his heart squeezed.

it took him a while to adjust, and you gave him all the time and space he needed because the last thing you wanted was for him to be overwhelmed.

he slowly became more comfortable with you helping him with things, once he learnt he didn't have to do everything solo whilst he was around.

he was changing for the better (not too much tho), he notices how much healthier he looked now that he was getting three proper meals a day, his skin felt hydrated and the desire to itch his skin off drastically lessened.

he felt like it was too good to be true and became paranoid that something bad was gonna happen like the heroes taking you away, or AFO manipulating you, like he did to him.

kurogiri felt proud of his young master for recalling the 'gentlemanly advice' he gave him as he watched the two of you converse on the loveseat in the quiet bar.

his league was empty, the bar was old and not bringing in enough money and he had a whole lot on his plate which was enough to make him hate everything.

but with you around, he could learn to hate things a little less <3

GOJO

manga spoilers

mans busted out the box and was craving your touch instantly!

the last conversation you had before he got sealed was him telling you he'll be back later, pecking your pout away before leaving.

little did you know you wouldn't see gojo for another 19 days.

he didn't have a lot of time before he had to go and fight sukuna, so he wanted to talk to you while his time was still guaranteed.

the reunition was hella emotional, he squeezed you so tight and let your tears soak his shirt.

he pulled your face back to meet his gaze, and you were surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes, but that was the least of your problems. you noticed him trying to get his words out and you were patient as he seemed to be finding the right words to say.

after lots of out of character stuttering, he blurted out "marry me."

you were shocked and he was scared he crossed the line when you went silent for a minute, but you very emotionally said yes on your apartment floor in your baggy sweats and t-shirt belonging to your now-fiancee.

although it was just under 3 weeks he was gone, it felt like an eternity without you, so he vowed that when he got out of the box, he was going to make sure you know he will always come back for you.

#eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader

[spooky-bunnys]

hello!!! can i request bonten with a husband reader that gives off the energy of morticia adams? LIKE HE'S THIS TALL, DEEP AND SULTRY VOICE, BLACK FELINE ENERGY AND THE BONTEN MEN ARE JUST SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM THEY WILL PEPPER HIM WITH KISSES AND AFFECTION HECK THEY WOUKD PROBABLY KISS THE FLOOR WHERE THEIR HUSBAND WOULD WALK WITH HOW MUCH THEY WORSHIP THEIR HUSBAND😭🖐 and let's say, bonten was trying to close this huge deal with another group or company but this company was trying to milk them off their money LO AND BEHOLD HUSBAND READER CAME AND HE TRIED CONVINCING THE PARTNERS AND THEY JUST BECOME SO BLUSHY AND SHIT AND M/N WATCHED CLOSELY LIKE A FOX AS THEY TREMBLEX AND SIGNED THE CONTRACTS WHILE HIS HUSBANDS WERE MOUTH WIDE OPEN.

"See, that wasn't so hard, no?~"

(Name) Adams? Oh this was SO much fun to write!

As (Name) made his way to Mikey's office, others couldn't help but stare. (Name) was their god of Bonten. He kept the executives under control and keep heir leader alive. But he was also so beautiful.

He was (height), had the most beautiful pale skin, his black hair always down and flowing, and finally he always wore tight black clothing.

At first it bothered the executives, until one day (Name) had worn a dress from one of his American cousins. Bonten was without their top members/leader for almost a week!

(Name) stared at the office door running a hand through his dark hair, and sighing before knocking on the door. He entered almost immediately after. He was slightly surprised at the people in his husband's office.

He expected all his husbands to be here, which they were, but so were some strangers that were eyeing him in a way he didn't like. He silently made his way to one of his many husbands and sat on the male's lap. Staring at the other males with a raised eyebrow.

Takeomi sent a smug look at the other men. Then wrapped his arms around (Name)'s middle, kissing (Name)'s neck softly. The guests just stared wide eyed. This is the rumored God of Bonten. The male that could wrap any man around his finger.

(Name) slowly played with Takeomi's hair, watching the guests. After a few minutes of silences he spoke. Silently shocking the guests of how deep the male's voice was.

"I deeply apologie for intruding. It's supposed to be my husbands lunch time, I was promised a lunch at my favorite roof top resturant. So please continue."

The group from (company name) ndded before turning back to a annoyed looking Mikey. "Like I was saying Mr. Sano, I believe we'll make good progress if we work together."

Kokonoi stood, kissing (Name) head before making his way up front. "Well you want our men to gaurd your company ball, and you want in on Bonten's business. But your not willing to pay the price we agreed upon meeting."

(Name) silently watched his husband agrued with the boss of the company. He ignored the agruing in turn to smack a few wondering hands away. The trouble making trio as (Name) loved calling them pouted at the rejection of their god like husband.

(Name) was brought back to the argument when he could tell Mikey was gonna snap. (Name) pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Takeomi's lips before standing. He slowly made his way to Kokoni. He stared at the company men as he slowly leaned against Kokonoi. Whispering something into his ear.

Kokonoi's eyes widened then he slightly blushed before making his way to his seat. (Name) silently grabbed the contract, while reading it he grabbed Mikey's pen. The others watched the quiet male. Wondering what he was doing, but also they were entranced by his beauty.

After a few minutes (Name) slid the contract to the boss. While the boss read over the contract (Name) sat on Mikey's lap. Hoping it would keep the male from killing their clients. Mikey placed his head in the crook of (Name)'s neck. Letting the smell of (scent) calm him down.

(Name) then began explain what he changed on the contract. "See you wanted to only pay half of the price for our men to gaurd your company ball. Thats not fair since we use that money to pay them."

They looked confused. (Name) then slightly glared. "Wait. Don't tell me you thought Bonten just casually pockets the money from our clients." They didn't say anything. The Bonten members in the room scoffed.

"No. We pay all our workers. The money we get from their jobs, doesn't go directly to us. It goes to our Treasuer Kokonoi who then distributes it EQUALLY among the workers who did said job. Bonten only gets about 10% of the pay from those jobs."

The company looked flabbergasted. (Name) stood and walked around the room. He explained how Bonten was fair to their workers and how they eliminated traitors that went against Bonten.

"See my husbands are fair and ractional men. But if you mess with their Empire and business." The look on (Name)'s face had all of Bonten clinching their fists. The guests looked aroused and frightened. "Then you'll just disappear~"

Bonten watch with pride as (Name) got the company to agree to their orginal deal and sign it. Once they left (Name) sent a look to his husbands. "Now was that so hard~. Anyways since I didn't get my promised lunch, I'll be leaving besides my cousin is here."

(Name) waved as he left the office and Bonten froze. Which cousin was it? Ran was the first to jump from his seat and dart out the door. Then Sanzu, followed by Rindou. Thats when it click. Mortica was the visiting cousin.

Bonten quickly followed their husband. Excited for the evening dinner they knew would happen. Hopefully (Name) would wear another dress Mortica made for them.

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #bonten #bonten x male reader #adams family male reader

[zeltqz]

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃] SIX

pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader

word count. 7k

series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.

content. smoking, mild drug use, SMUT, mentions of past alcohol addiction, murder/implied death threats

a/n: i am so SORRRY you all had to wait like two fucking months for the next chapter. I came back from my summer vacation and had my birthday recently so i was inactive sorry sososrryryryryr 😔😔 hope you enjoyed this chapter ily all

2006

You tried concentrating as you poured some milk into your cereal but the sounds of the TV channels being flipped every two seconds drove you to borderline insanity. “Would you chill out?” you asked, glaring at Ran over your bowl of cereal.

“Can’t find anything worth watching.” He was lounging around in your living room, his feet kicked up on your table and shrugged, turning to look at you and flashing a cheesy yet charming grin in your direction. 

Your mother walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When she saw a shirtless Ran sitting on her couch, she almost passed out when she saw the litter of tattoos on his chest, trailing up and down his leg and arm. 

Ran felt her stare and glanced at her, raising a curious eyebrow and anything she had to complain about instantly faded as she shut her mouth and walked over to the kitchen. 

She dragged you to a corner of the kitchen, one where Ran couldn’t hear. “Is this the guy…you were telling me about?” she asked, concerned.

“Yes?” you responded, looking at her weirdly and scooped your spoon back into your cereal. “Why?”

“Why is he here..? At ten in the morning?”

“Oh. Because he slept over.” You took a bite of your food, satisfied with the small unhelpful answers you were giving her.

“Oh. I didn’t see him last night. What time did you get home?”

You shrugged. “Around 2-3?”

She pressed her lips together, firmly. “Where’s his shirt?”

“I got hot during the night,” you laughed but she didn’t find it funny.

“Well couldn’t you give him another one?”

“Unless you want to see him in one of my tank tops then no.” The amusement slowly drifted away when you realised she wasn’t humouring you at all and she was being serious. “Why are you asking so many questions?”

She gave you a concerned look, like she expected the answer to be obvious but it only pissed you off more. Who the hell was she to judge who you liked?

Reading the look on your face, she instantly dropped the topic, not wanting to get into another argument with you, especially not sober. “Okay, fine. I won’t ask any questions.” She crossed her arms and leaned against the cupboard. “Are you at least going to school today? It started three hours ago.”

You shook your head. “I’m staying here with Ran today. You’ll be gone, right? For that job interview?”

“...yeah. My AA sponsor said I should start getting back on my feet.”

“Good.” You put your cereal bowl down. “I can stop carrying the household on my back and you can start doing your job as a mother,” you said sweetly, tilting your head condescendingly to the side. 

She returned your incredibly fake smile for a second and then sighed, dropping the act and returning back to concerned mother. “Skipping school for a boy though…? Is that really smart?”

You glared at her, pushing your side off the counter to stand in front of her. “Don’t start this. Not now. I’m happy, and he makes me happy. If you cared about me, you’d accept it. Hiro likes him too!”

She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to come off as gentle yet firm. “You may think he makes you happy, but—”

“I think I know what I like mom. I’m eighteen! I’m not some child that doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“You’re dating a guy that looks at least twenty—”

“I’m nineteen,” Ran called back from the living room, his eyes glued onto his phone. 

Your mother’s mouth closed shut as she ate down her words and you looked at her, waiting to see what bullshit she’d come up with next. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t know he could hear us.”

“So?”

Your mother grabbed your hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “What you’re going through, baby, is what every teenage girl goes through at your age. It’s a phase.”

“It’s not a—fuck! Mom!”

“It is!! I went through the same thing at your age. Next thing you know I got knocked up by a—”  she lowered her voice to ensure Ran couldn’t hear this time, “a delinquent. And how do you think that turned out?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly. He fucking left. Where else do you think your dad is right now?”

“I don’t care about that man. Ran is nothing like that. He actually cares about me. He got me a job, taught me things and even let’s me stay at his place when I don’t want to stay here.”

“Wait, you stay at his? Like live with him?” 

You nodded slowly. “The fact you don’t even know when I’m gone is concerning. What’s the problem anyway?I use protection if that’s what you’re so scared of—” 

“I just don’t want you fucking up your life like I did mine. Especially at your age. Okay?”

“Who said I’m—”  Your mother shushed you when your volume was starting to rise. You cleared your throat and spoke again, but more quietly, “who said I’m fucking my life up?”

“You’re literally skipping school!”

“It’s the first time! Just for today! It’s his only free day, okay? I dunno when I’ll be able to spend time with him again. Just let me have this. Please? I’ll catch up on my school work tomorrow. I promise.”

“He’s not a good influence, baby. You’re smart, you can do better than this.” 

“Are we done here?” You sighed, rubbing your temples in irritation. Your mother looked like she had more to say but closed her mouth and slowly shook her head. “Good.” You walked away from the kitchen, into the living room and flopped down on the couch next to Ran. 

You waited until your mother walked back up the stairs before turning to face Ran, putting your head on his shoulder.

 “Hey, pretty girl. You done arguing with your mother yet?” He said, attention fully on his phone and lifted his arm up to wrap around your shoulder, holding you tightly against his side. 

“Hiya,” you smiled and nuzzled your face in his chest, taking in his strong scent. “My mother thinks you’re a bad influence.”

“Can’t say I disagree,” he said, grinning. You playfully slapped his arm and he slid his hand down to your sides before lifting you up and to straddle his lap. 

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you said softly, lacing your arms behind his head and leaning down to peck him on the lips. “She’s just a hypocrite.”

“It’s fine baby. C’mere.” You shifted on his lap to rest your head against his shoulder. “You worry too much. Who cares what people think.”

“I don’t care. I just hate her fucking opinion. She always judges everything I do. Then once she starts drinking again she becomes the most irresponsible person on the planet, but expects me to be a saint? It’s so tiring.” 

Ran hummed and kissed your forehead. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You bit your lip and looked up at him before smiling. He tossed his phone on the opposite couch and flipped your positions, your back resting flat against the couch as he hovered over you. You erupted in a fit of giggles and laughter as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you squirm and squeal with excitement. The buzz of butterflies flew in your stomach as he kissed down your belly. Your shorts were short enough to show him the lace of your panties Mira helped you pick out during your shopping spree last week. You watched intently, bunching his long hair up and out of his face as his lips lingered close to your thighs. Your breath hitched as he stuck out his tongue, running it along the thin fabric, then licked a trail back up your body, to your face, kissing you deeply. 

Your mother watched from the staircase shaking her head in disappointment as she watched you fall for someone like him. She's had experience with guys like Ran, she knows what kind of monster they are deep down inside and knows exactly how they were. After all, she fucked around with a guy like that and got pregnant at 20. Your dad was a deadbeat, refusing to accept you as his own and left when you were four. Ever since that night, she's been drinking to cope with the loneliness, unable to function by herself after getting so attached to him. They'd be on and off for a couple years, and constantly get your hopes up that you'd be a happy family, but they just weren't meant to work out.

In all honesty, she would have loved for you to meet someone else, a nice guy who could give you a stable relationship, but that's impossible. In her eyes, Ran was bad news, he was all fun and games, but deep down he had no feelings for you other than lust. And once you fell for him, he would use you until he got bored and moved onto the next girl. She couldn't imagine why you would fall for him. But it was obvious how happy you are with him. So you can only hope that she was wrong. That maybe one day you will meet someone special, and not end up like her.

So she let out a heavy sigh, and went back upstairs. 

Present day.

It had been a week, and the phone Mikey gave you remained eerily silent, devoid of any notifications or messages. You spent the weekend at Shion’s house, keeping conversations to a minimum, only sharing faint smiles when he’d place his hand on your waist for a kiss. You weren’t in the mood, and you felt guilty for taking your sour mood on him, but the conversation with Dona and the plan Mikey and Sanzu formed had put a damper on your entire mood.

You hadn’t left Shion’s house either; instead, you laid on the bed, consumed by your thoughts about what you’d have to do with Mira. Your finger hovered over Mira’s contact for a few moments before you finally decided to get over yourself and text her.

You: MIRAA i missed you so much. Are you free anytime soon? 

You cringed at the text but sighed and hit send. Mira seemed likely to be busy, what with her engagement to the head of police, or chief of police? Frankly, you couldn’t be bothered to remember Naoto’s job title. While waiting for her response, you managed to clean both Shion’s bedroom and the living room. Boredom had driven you to it, there was nothing else for you to do anyway. 

Ran’s number remained blocked, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault that lackeys broke into Hiro’s house and beat him half to death like you thought initially. But at the end of the day, you still promised Hiro you’d stay away from Ran. It wasn’t as simple as it sounded, especially since the initial anger toward him had faded now that you knew the incident wasn’t planned, not even Mikey had been aware of it.

You were in the midst of wiping down the kitchen counters, earphones playing your favourite song in your eyes when your phone suddenly buzzed in your back pocket. The vibration startled you, and you hastily set the cleaning wipes aside. After drying your hands on the sides of your jeans, you grabbed your phone from your pocket.

Mira: HEY!!!!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH :( SORRY BUT I’M BUSY ALL WEEK. I’M FREE THIS WEEKEND THOUGH. IS SATURDAY ALRIGHT?

You chewed the inside of your cheek, taking a moment to think. Next Saturday seems fine, but you feel by then it’ll have already been two weeks and you don’t want to wait too long before Mikey and Sanzu think you’re stalling. You brought out the burner phone in your dresser and unlocked it, pulling out Dona’s saved contact details and called her for advice.

You had a few questions on your mind to ask her. How long does it take to piss Mikey off, how many bodies does Sanzu have, how to quit this Bonten agreement with all your limbs and organs intact. It still angered you to even think about asking Dona, especially after the argument, but you had no other choice.

It seemed like the idea of talking to you pissed Dona off as well since she practically growled, “What the hell do you want?” the second she picked up the phone.

“Oh grow up, would you? This 8 year one sided grudge you have isn’t cute.”

“Did you think for a second that maybe it’s not a ‘one-sided grudge’ and I just genuinely don’t fucking like you?”

You rolled your eyes so far back in your head and settled down on the bed with a hefty sigh. “Cool. Anyway, are you free on Saturday?”

“...why?”

“Is it not fucking obvious why?” you snapped. There was a long silence on the other end before you groaned loudly. “Mira? The plan? The whole entire reason we’re even talking right now?”

“Oh. That. Can’t, sorry. I’m busy on Saturday.”

“Well that’s the only day Mira is available so clear up some damn room and cancel your plans.”

“I’ll think about it.” Dona said.

“‘Kay. Thank you D—” There was a beep and the disconnected sound blared in your eyes. “Bitch.” You tossed the burner back into the dresser with a thud and you quickly made sure you didn’t crack the screen. Inspection over, you grabbed your main phone and texted Mira saying you couldn’t wait to see her this weekend, smiling when she sent a string of emojis mixed with hearts and smiley faces before disappearing offline.

Your heart warmed knowing she hadn’t changed a single bit, always sending those same string of emojis whenever you both parted ways during texts. You left your phone on the bed, about to head back to the kitchen when your phone buzzed against the sheets. You picked up the phone, only to see there were no notifications. Confused, you looked around, remembering the burner phone and grabbed it. 

The phone only had 9 saved numbers: Mikey, Sanzu and Dona were the only ones that you knew of. You didn’t bother checking the rest. Pulling up the contacts, you saw the names of all the other executives: Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Takeomi, Mochizuki and Kakucho.

“Oh my god, Kaku,” you said to nobody but yourself. You were faintly acquainted with Kakucho, only saying hello and exchanging waves whenever you crossed paths, which wasn’t often either. You barely saw Ran’s friends back then except Rindou. 

You checked the recent messages on the burner. You couldn’t help but feel lightness in your chest when you saw the message was from Ran. 

Ran: so this is where you’ve been hiding

You smiled at the text, shifting onto your back on the bed and typed back a response. 

You: how did you find me

Ran: you forget who I work for?

You: oh. yeah makes sense

You: so what do you want

Ran: i miss you

You: u went 8 years without me. You’ll live

Ran: and I joined a criminal organisation, cut my hair short and dyed it pink and purple. What does that tell you

You: that I’m amazzzingggg

Ran: ik u are. 

Ran: come over tonight 

You: I can’t sorry. I made a promise that I can’t see u again

Ran: I would take that seriously if you didn’t make that same exact promise to ur mother ten years ago

Ran: and I still got u in my bed

You: …

You: fine. But I don’t want your drivers driving me around anymore. 

Ran: thought you would like the princess treatment 

You: no I don’t. You can help buy me a car tho?

Ran: ?

You: plsplsplsplspslspslssss

Ran: I’ll think about it

You: and I’ll see you tonight 

Ran: alright baby

“I’m back!” Shion called from the front door. 

You turned your phone off and entered the living room, approaching Shion from behind. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a bear hug. He stumbled forward from the impact, taking a second to catch his footing before peeking behind his arm at your face dug into his back. “Aw, you missed me.”

He turned around and you let go of his waist, his hands rising to hold your face and plaster a wet sticky kiss on your forehead. 

“Ew, gross,” you mumbled, a hint of a playful smile on your lips as you wiped your hand over the leftover spit. He grumbled for you to shut up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge door to examine its contents. “I’m not gonna be home on Saturday,” you said as you followed behind him.

“Really? Why?”

“I’m hanging out with Mira. A little reunion thing, you know?”

“That’s cute.” He pulled out the milk and opened it, sniffing it, then grimaced and tossed it in the trash. “But who the hell is Mira?”

“You really don’t remember her? Me, her and Dona?”

Shion removed his head from the fridge and looked at you and shrugged. “Oh wait.” He took a moment and you crossed your arms, waiting. “Oh! Her! Didn’t she have a crush on me?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “She found you cute at first, then you got knocked out in a fight. Instant ick.”

His eyes narrowed. “That fight wasn’t fair and you know it. Nobody told Hanma to bring a goddamn bat.”

“Like you’d win if he didn’t have the bat—” You just about dodged the empty water bottle he tossed at you. You quickly grabbed it and threw it back in his direction. He swiftly swatted it away before it could hit him and you scoffed. “If only you could fight as good as you could dodg—”

“That’s it.” He picked you up by the legs and carried you over to the couch, ignoring your complaints which eventually turned into laughter when he set you onto the couch. He swatted away some cushions and pinned you against the surface. 

“You caught me off guard. That’s all.”

“Yeah okay.” He laughed and dipped his head down towards yours. You parted your lips when his tongue slid past your teeth, hot against your own. You giggled, closing your eyes as he nipped at your bottom lip. 

“Lemme borrow your car later,” you said in between kisses, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started nibbling at your neck.

“What?” he mumbled softly, breaking the kiss and looking down at you. “Fuck it’s been so long since I fucked you.”

“I said,'' you wound your arms around his neck. “Can you lemme borrow your car tonight?”

His eyes travelled down your body and his gaze lingered on the swell of your tits through your shirt for a moment before moving back up to your eyes when you purposefully moved your head to his eyeline. “Please?”

“Uh. What for?”

You shrugged and lolled your head back against the couch, your finger rising to wrap your finger around the silver chain dangling from his neck. “I just want to drive around. I’m bored. Please?”

“I mean sure…but—” You swiftly sat up and kissed his cheek as a distraction. His cheeks were flushed slightly and he bit down on his lower lip, a satisfied grin forming on his face when your lips slowly trailed from his cheeks to his lips, kissing him slowly and passionately, the way you know he likes it. 

You pulled away and brought his head down to your lips, whispering, “please?” into his ear. He groaned and kissed you one last time before thoroughly agreeing. “Thank you thank you thank you! Mwah.” You planted one more kiss on his lips before pushing him off of you and slipping off the couch.

~*~

“What exactly is this supposed to be?”

Ran shrugged, finished downing his drink and placed it back on the counter top before leaning forward to get a closer look at the little baggie you had in your hand. “Kokonoi gave it to me.”

“Yeah okay, but—” You let out a noise of doubt and put it back on the table. “I don’t trust it.”

“Since when were you a pussy?” 

You looked up at Ran and glared at the smug smile on his face. “I’m not a pussy Ran. I just don’t want to eat a random pill that you yourself said you don’t know what it's called!”

He rested his elbows on the marble countertop and his grin widened. “I took it earlier and I’m fine.”

“That’s because you barely have brain cells left to scramble.” You reached over the counter and ruffled his perfectly styled hair. “I’ll do it because I trust you.” You removed the pink pill from the baggie and held it up to your eyes, examining it cautiously. “If this kills me—”

“It won’t, you big baby. Eat it.”

You bit your lip and thought for a moment before looking back up at him. “Fine. Get me some water.”

“Just swallow it.”

You huffed, “I need some water to help. I can’t just swallow it.”

He looked at you, amused, and crossed his arms. “Why not?”

“Because! Ugh, shut up!” You put the pill back on the counter and stormed over to the cabinet, grabbing an empty glass, then to the tap to fill it with tap water. Ran laughed from his corner of the kitchen as he watched you stomp your way around his kitchen, like a storm. You turned to glare at him, his laugh only making you even more annoyed. “What the hell is so funny?”

“You,” he cackled again when your eyebrows furrowed deeper. “Your temper. It’s hilarious.”

“I don’t have a goddamn temper.”

“You explode at anything small. It’s cute.” He walked over towards you and booped your nose, the tip of his finger skirting down your cheek to your chin, lifting your face up to his eyeline. “You really haven’t changed a single bit. It’s reassuring.”

“Well, thanks.” You looked down at the glass of water with an uncertain look on your face. “This’ll get me high right?”

“Yeah.” You took a second for motivation and Ran moved to grab the pill off the counter. He returned in front of you, “Open your mouth.” He waited until your mouth was open before slotting the pill on the flat pink of your tongue. You brought the water up to your mouth and took a sip before digesting it. 

Thanks to the water, you couldn’t feel the full effects of the pill hitting you until a few hours later, you resting on top of Ran’s chest, drifting in and out of sleep. He had you locked tight around his arms, enjoying the warmth and weight of you atop of him. He felt you shuffle around, trying to get comfortable.  

“What car do you want?” Ran asked, looking down at your head resting against his chest. Your head was tucked under his chin, one arm wrapped around his waist as the other clutched onto his shirt. 

Your head felt heavy when you tried to lift it from his chest and squinted up at him. With the drugs running through your veins, everything looked brighter and crispier, colours seeming sharper than usual. It was hard to focus. “Ummm, what car?” you asked slowly.

Ran chuckled softly and leaned downwards, pressing his lips against your forehead. “The one you asked me to buy you.”

“Hm.” You sat up from his chest and straddled his lap. He slid his hands up your thighs to hold onto your hips. Your hands rested beside his head as you hazily looked down at him. “I wasn’t serious about that. You know?”

“Serious or not, I’ll buy it for you. Anything you want. Just tell me.”

“Really?” you smiled and bit your lip.

He shifted upwards, inching closer to your face, your nose brushing against his. “Anything you want.”

You couldn’t resist the close proximity anymore and dipped your head downwards, kissing him gently. You lifted one hand from the bed to rest on the side of his face. He pulled your hips closer, pressing you hard against his erection. The friction and the heat of his body against yours made you moan softly, which he eagerly swallowed up with each kiss. 

You could feel his cock begin to harden against your inner thigh and bit down on his lip before sucking it back into his mouth, relishing in the low groan he left out when you slowly pushed your hips back against his lap. Your hands gripped onto the pillow under him, digging your nails into the fabric as you latched your lips onto the skin of his neck, biting and sucking gently on the flesh. His hand skimmed past your thighs, along the curve of your ass and gripped it, squeezing whatever he could grab and groaned at the feeling of your soft lips against his skin, sucking softly.

You broke the kiss and licked down his neck. His skin tasted sweet and tangy, sending tingles throughout your entire body. 

Your world was flipped when he switched positions in the blink of an eye and hovered above you, gazing into your eyes with lust filled desire. You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, locking your lips together.You felt Ran’s hands slide across your leg and hitched it upwards to wrap around his waist, and you whimpered in response, your back arching as you let yourself loose around him.

“This okay?” he murmured softly against your lips as his hand slowly entered inside your jeans. You nodded vigorously and pulled him back down for a kiss, slipping your tongue desperately between his lips. The sheets got tangled beneath your bodies as you both kissed passionately. 

You pushed him onto his side, his hand lifting your thigh to rest over your leg. His fingers unzipped your jeans and helped you toss them off before lifting your thigh to rest over his leg, sliding his hand down to rest against your ass, his grip creating a heat wild enough within you and sending a jolt of electricity to your core.

With every inch of his body pressed against you, you couldn’t help but moan. “Fuck me please Ran. I need it.”

Ran hummed deeply against your lips and pushed you onto your back. He knelt between your legs and you giggled as he parted them open with his big hands. You reached downwards, his fingers teasing the waistband of his pants and you helped him push it down and off his hips. You grabbed his cock, the tip wet with pre and positioned it by your entrance. He braced his hands beside your head, his forehead touching yours as your pussy twitched when he moved closer to you, trailing kisses along your neck.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, closing your eyes shut when you felt his cock slowly enter you. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god.” You dug your fingers into his shoulder blades and arched your back, feeling the head slide past your barrier, stretching you out.

“Almost there baby.” He kept thrusting slowly, taking his time and going further inside of you with each stroke. You cried out loud, louder than before, moaning constantly as he pushed himself deeper into you. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned out your name and your body shivered at the raspiness of his voice.

“More,” you panted desperately, your eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since entering you. 

He snapped his hips forward, filling you completely and pulled all the way out, his cock wet with your juices before fucking back into you. The heat of his skin searing your walls as you sank your nails into his shoulders. His lips found yours again, soft and warm. Your fingertips flipped across his back and you felt his cock throb within you. Each thrust had you clenching around him, clutching him tight to your body as he fucked you with slow, methodical strokes.

You tossed your head back, panting and crying out, clutching onto his hair, the back of his shirt, anything you could possibly muster. 

“Arms up baby,” he ordered and sat back, his cock still warming your sides. His hands held onto your hips, digging into the soft flesh as you shrugged your shirt off, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra and toss it off the bed. It landed into a sorry puddle on the floor along with your shirt and Ran’s jeans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you looked back and saw Ran in the middle of shedding his shirt off. 

“I always loved this tattoo,” you giggled, running your arms along the pattern before bringing him back down to your level, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for another steamy kiss. 

You spread your legs wider apart and pressed down on his lower back to get him deeper inside you. His mouth travelled to your breasts where he started sucking on your nipples, biting down softly and nibbling on them. He slipped his hand beneath your body and grasped your clit, rubbing lightly in circles causing you to gasp loudly. You came apart in his arms, shattering into pieces and screaming his name in his ear. He pumped faster and harder, his hips slamming against yours as you tightened around his cock once more. His climax shot through him, thrusting every inch of his cum spilling inside of you. Every drop was heaven, you felt yourself tighten up once more and seconds later your orgasm arrived, intensifying everything. You dripped on his cock and held onto him so tight you swore there were permanent nail marks on the bone of his shoulder.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. Your muscles relaxed slightly and your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled you to lay close against him. He kissed your neck softly, stroking your thighs with his hands. 

“You alright?” he asked quietly.

“Mmmm. I’m amazing,” you hummed in agreement, resting your head against his chest and nuzzling against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I really missed you Ran.”

His eyes traced your face and he saw the genuinity in your eyes. “Me too baby.” He smiled softly and his hands slid down your bare back and cupped your ass, pulling you tighter against him. “Missed this too.”

He leaned in and kissed you on the lips. Anything you had to say melted away as you indulged in him, humming softly into his mouth before pulling away. 

~*~

The supermarket was busy and bustling as Mira walked through the aisles with her shopping cart. She had a whole list ready and was looking for the dairy aisle when she bumped into someone’s cart. “Sorry!” she apologised and gasped when she looked up and saw who it was. “Dona?”

Dona smiled at her and waved, putting her basket on the floor as Mira practically pounced on her, pulling her into a suffocating hug. 

“I thought I’d never see you again! What the hell?!” Mira pulled away and rested her hands on Dona’s shoulders, practically buzzing with excitement. “You look so good!”

“Oh stop,” Dona pushed her hands off her shoulders. “You’re still so damn energetic, it’s crazy.” She put her hands in her pocket. “What’s up though. What’re you shopping for?”

“Oh this stupid party Naoto wants me to host for his cop buddies.” Mira sighed and walked back to her cart. “I love Naoto but fuck, those damn cops are so annoying.”

“Really?” Dona asked, grabbing her shopping list. “Wouldn’t expect nothing more from a buncha cops. I’m surprised you’re even with one to be honest. Thought you hated them.”

“I do!” Mira said, hiding her face behind her hands while laughing. “No but Naoto’s…different.”

Dona stared blankly at her. “Different…?”

“Yeah! He’s not like those backwards, misogynistic asshole cops. He’s so sweet and treats me like a queen and he’s so sweet! Oh my god! He does this cute thing in the mornings and brushes my hair out of my face and whispers “good morning beautiful” in my ear every morning. I pretend I’m asleep just so I can hear him say it and he kisses me goodbye before work and—”

“Okay I get it! Sheesh, rub in your relationship more in my face would you?” Dona sighed and picked up her basket, following next to Mira as she began walking with her trolley. 

“I can’t believe you’re still single! Guess he really broke your heart, huh?”

“Don’t even talk about him right now. Fuck Shuji. That fucking asshole.”

Mira laughed. “That was like what, ten years ago? You need to let that go.”

“I’m trying! Okay?! But my minds been occupied with…stuff.”

Mira stopped by the meat aisle and began searching for some chicken breast. “Stuff or someone?”

“Someone as in a boy?” Dona asked and Mira nodded, checking the back of the package before dumping it into the trolley. “No, I'm not seeing someone.”

“You should.”

“I’m good.”

“You used to be so boy crazy! What happened?”

Dona shrugged and looked down at the floor for a short moment, biting the soft tissue of her cheek. “I just grew up I guess. Anyway, this party thing. When is it?”

“Tomorrow night. I have to cook for a bunch of weirdo cops. Not looking forward to it.” Mira paused for a moment and then gasped. “You should come with me!”

Dona blinked at her. “What?”

“Yes! Oh my god please please please. I’ll need someone to keep me company.” She clung onto Dona’s arms as she begged. “I’m so sick of all the other cops' wives. They’re all judgemental and yucky and like three times my age. Definitely jealous of my youth.”

Dona laughed and Mira pouted, hoping it’ll be enough to convince her. With a final sigh, Dona finally gave in. “Fine. But only for two hours. I have work.”

“Really? What do you work as?”

“I uh…it’s complicated.”

“At least you have a job. I’m just known as Naoto’s wife and stay at home all day. Maybe I could come visit you on your free days?”

“It’s oof.” Dona thought about it for a moment. “I can take you to a club I work at whenever you’re free. Sometimes we gamble and stuff. You wanna join?”

“Gambling…? I thought that was illegal.”

“Never stopped us back in the day.” Dona winked, playing around and watched the conflict flicker all over her face. “It’ll be a little secret. You don’t have to tell Naoto anything.”

“Of course I won’t! I may be marrying a cop but I’m not a snitch. Especially on my best friend. I’m just worried about what Naoto would think about me going to a gambling club. He’d definitely lock the place up, haha.”

Dona rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to tell him anything. You’re allowed to have secrets.”

“Legal secrets, yeah.”

“Come onnnnnnnnn. Join me! It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll even invite (Name) over.”

Mira’s face lit up even more. “Really?! She can come!?

“She fuckin’ better come.” 

“Oh my god the gang's back together!” Mira chirped and jumped before pulling Dona into a big hug. “I can’t wait! Lemme go text (Name) right now!”

“You go do that.” Dona checked her phone. “I gotta go anyway. My boss wants me to clock in now.” She pulled Mira in for another hug. “I’ll see you as soon as I can, okay.”

“Okay, bye bye!”

When Dona left the store, she quickly typed a message to you before entering her car and driving off.

~*~

“Are you busy tomorrow?” you asked hesitantly.

Ran laughed softly. “I’m working tomorrow. Probably be gone for most of the day.” He shifted onto his back and laced his arms behind his head. You propped yourself onto your side and frowned. “What’s wrong baby.”

You shrugged and looked downwards at the mattress, speaking in a quiet voice. “I dunno, I'm just lonely. And bored. I don’t really have anything to do lately.”

He ran his thumb down your cheekbone. “You wanna come with me?”

“Depends. Do I have to witness a murder?”

He grinned widely. “If everything goes well tomorrow night then there’ll be no murder.”

You snorted. “So there’s still a possibility, huh?”

“People die everyday,” he mused and you looked at him with a serious face, pursing your lips together and he sighed. “Fine. Fine. Even if things go to shit tomorrow I promise I won’t kill anybody. I’ll…think of other things.”

“Good enough for me.” You leaned in to kiss him again but stopped short when your phone buzzed. You groaned and reached behind you, fumbling for it on the dresser, bringing it up and reading the text from Mira and Dona. 

Mira: I RAN INTO DONA AT THE SUPERMARKET AND SHE WANTS TO HANG OUT TOMORROW!!!! ARE YOU FREE?

Dona: got mira to come to the club. Be there tomorrow at 7

“Oh fuck,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What’s wrong?” Ran leaned his head on your shoulder and read the text message. 

“Guess I won’t be following you to work tomorrow then,” you said, turning your phone off. You looked over at the heavyweight on your shoulder and rested your head against his. “I’m seeing Mira tomorrow. So I guess you know what that means?”

“Is this about that stupid plan you made with Sanzu?” He asked, pulling away from your head, reaching inside his drawer for a cigarette. You nodded and watched him light the end and shifted back on the bed, bringing the covers over your naked body to cover you. 

“You know about that plan?”

“Little bit.” He lit the cigarette and tossed the lighter back into the drawer. “If it’s not affecting me or any of my business, I don’t care enough to ask more.”

“It’s not affecting you? This Naoto dude?” you asked, trying to get a bigger picture.

“I mean he is, but I’m careful. He’s not catching me anytime soon.”

“Still cocky as ever huh,” you said and he grinned widely around his cigarette. “Anyway I hate the plan a lot. But it's for Hiro's benefit and I’m willing to do anything for him. Even if it means fucking up Mira’s marriage and her fiance’s career forever.”

Ran could feel like there was something up with you and eyed you for a moment. To anyone it was clear the plan was bugging you and as much as you tried acting cool about it, he could tell the guilt was slowly eating you inside. He exhaled cigarette smoke out before putting it on the ashtray beside his bed, shifting back against the bedframe and opened his arms for you to fit in. “C’mere.”

You looked at him and his open arms and shifted forward, crawling the distance between you both and rested between his arms. He enclosed them around you, the side of his face resting against your forehead.

“Do you need some advice from me or want me to shut up and stay silent?” he asked for a moment.

You let out a silent laugh and nodded. “Advice please.”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat and began speaking. “Sometimes in life you gotta do bad shit. Even if you don’t wanna.” He finished talking and you waited a couple seconds for him to continue. 

You were confused when he unwrapped his arms around you and slid off the bed, putting his boxers back on and stretching. 

“What the hell? Is that it Ran?”

“Yeah.” He walked over to his closet and began rummaging for tomorrow’s outfit.

“What kind of advice was that?!” You groaned, stopping your eyes from rolling back. “Sometimes I forget how useless you are.”

“Temper baby,” he responded back, flicking through the range of suits and blazers hung in his closet. You took a moment to admire his closet, impressed with his collection of suits, ranging in different colours and couldn’t help but imagine anybody but Ran pulling it off.

He found an old dress hung up and tossed it in your direction. “Try this shit on for me.” 

The dress landed on your face and you grimaced and pulled it off. Holding it up in the air, you examined it, front to back. “Why the hell do you even have a dress? It’s so small it can’t even fit me!”

“Some girl must’ve left it over,” he said casually, picking out a purple form fitting suit from the hanger and left it on the edge of his bed. All forms of amusement on your face slowly melted at the mention of another girl and you deadpanned in his direction, but he missed it as he began changing back into his clothes. “Does it fit you?” he asked, fitting his shirt over his head.

“Don’t tell me you expect me to wear this? I’m not wearing some recycled dress.”

“You want me to buy you a new dress?” he asked, looking at you.

“Duh.”

He knelt down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the dress, tossing it towards the end of the bed. Your complaint was cut short when he grabbed your ankle and tugged, successfully tipping your back onto the mattress as he inched forwards, climbing over you. His hands laced between yours and you looked up at him, wide eyed. 

“I wonder what it’ll take to get rid of this attitude of yours, hm.” You tried to struggle out of his grip but your attempts were pointless. 

“I don’t have an attitude.”

“Yeah you do. Now ask nicely and I’ll get you what you want.”

You bit down on your tongue and swallowed your pride before lowering your voice to a whisper. “Can you buy me a dress?”

“Can’t hear youuu,” he leaned his ear down lower to your mouth to hear better. “Use your words.”

“You heard me. I’m not saying it again.”

He pulled away and stood up from the bed. “Baby steps. But fine. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

“Not tomorrow. I’m busy.”

“When are you free then?”

“Any day that’s not tomorrow.” You stood up from the bed. “But I’ll probably have to see you tomorrow if you’re going to be at the club Dona sent me.”

“Maybe.” He pulled you closer for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his midsection and you dug your face in his chest, enjoying how big and warm he was. 

“Can I stay over tonight?” you asked after a moment, looking up at him. 

“You’re gonna be home alone though. I’m not coming back till late.”

“How late?” He pulled his arms away from you. “Dunno. Maybe three? Four?”

“Jesus what the hell do you do all day?”

“Don’t worry.” He booped your nose and you scrunched it in response. “Get some sleep okay? I can see your damn eye bags.”

“Fine. Goodnight and thanks for letting me stay.” You got into bed, grabbing the big warm sheets and covering your whole body. 

“Anytime baby.”

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[writingsbymo-mo]

Debt Repaid

Bonten!Sanzu x F!Reader

Rating: mature

Contains: past abuse, abusive parents (past), violence, guns, blood, minor character death, depression, some comfort, some angst

Summary: You recently got fired from one of your jobs, you're short on rent, and now you're being kicked out? What the hell went wrong? Or, what the hell went right?

Note: reader is addressed with she/her pronouns when being referred to...and Sanzu might be a tad ooc at times 😅

Hope you enjoy 💕 @shoyo-ryoko

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Hey 207, you better pay up, or you'll be kicked by the end of the week!" Your landlord screamed from behind the door to your apartment.

With a shaky breath, you opened the door, attempting to conceal the tremnling in your body and voice. "I-I'm sorry sir...but I'm a hundred short..." You flinched as he slammed his fist against the doorframe. "Goddamn it. You fucking can't even get that much? Stupid bitch, I even delayed your payment a week!"

You shrank in on yourself, looking at the floor as tears spilled from your eyes. You couldn't help that you got fired from your better paying job. All those customer interactions spiraled into episodes of dread that engulfed your entire being, wanting nothing more than to escape. They'd sneer at your failures, your weaknesses, or at least that's what your mind perceived. And one day, you just couldn't take it anymore.

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You stayed in your apartment, never leaving your bed unless the bathroom was calling you. You couldn't bring yourself to eat either. The churning hunger pains brought nausea upon you. A day later, you heard a knock on your door. You stared over to the window by the entrance with your eyes cracked, silently pleading for whomever was there would give up and leave. You didn't want anyone to see you like this.

"Please...go away..." You croaked.

The door unlocked and slammed open. You covered your eyes, blinded by the rays from the afternoon sun. "Ah—"

"Princess?"

You knew that voice. "H-Haru..."

The floor creaked as he made his way to your room, kneeling down beside your bed. He grasped your hands, pulling them away from your face. "W-wait Haru!" But you had no strength to stop him. He sighed the moment he saw your bloodshot eyes and dark circles surrounding them. You weren't sleeping well if at all some days.

You squeezed your eyes shut, body trembling in his soft grasp. "Please...don't look at me..." Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes once more. The dread of him seeing you at your lowest hit you like a ton of bricks. You wanted to run away right then. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"Shhh, it's alright, darling," he leaned down, tenderly kissing your hot tears away. "Just breathe with me." And you did. Deep inhales and exhales, shaky to smooth as you relaxed under his touch. He removed your covers and slid his hands underneath you, picking you up with ease. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I'll get us some cheesecake."

"O-ok."

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"I'm sick of your shit 207. Can't make even another hundred more in a week? Ha! Better not see your ass here in the morning, you pathetic piece of shit. Oh, and all your things left behind are now mine. Think of it as paying me for what you owe, ha-haaaa!"

The disgusting laugh of his tapered off as you slid against the door. "W-where did I go wrong....why am I like this?"

Where would you go? You were kicked out of the house the day you started dating Haru all those years ago. Your parents couldn't believe their precious daughter would date a delinquent, let alone one who had a record like his.

Your parents were gone for the weekend or that's what they told you anyway. You stayed out all night with Haruchiyo, traveling the streets of Tokyo on his bike and having the time of your lives. Any day like this could beat when you had to be the perfect daughter day in and day out.

You have to be number one! If you don't, you'll be sorry.

The nonstop pressure, the amount of times they'd punish you for a wrong answer, the times they wouldn't even bother addressing you whenever your grades kept falling. All they cared about was your abilities to do well in school.

They never bothered asking how you were doing, Haru did.

They never bothered to spend time with you, Haru did.

They never even knew you were dating until you were caught by some people your dad worked with....didn't help with all the hickeys on your collarbone that peeked from under your shirt.

"How dare you! HOW DARE YOU RUIN THIS FAMILY!"

*SLAP*

You collapsed on the ground from the impact, touching your angry red, stinging cheek.

"Fucking a delinquent? Have you gone MAD?!! Swear if my coworkers hadn't caught you sleazing around with that...that—"

"But dad I—"

"SHUT IT! You're no daughter of mine...not anymore..."

"W-wait...dad no...NO!" You screamed, bawling with tears falling from your eyes. He yanked you by the back of your shirt collar, dragging you towards the front door with ease. "If you want to be a delinquent's girlfriend, then fine! I'll just treat you like you are, trash!" He threw you out the door. Your back collided against the concrete wall so hard you coughed out a pained gasp upon impact. "Don't ever think to show your face here again!" He growled and slammed the door shut.

You didn't know what to think. You didn't know what to say about this. All you were was a shell of pain. You brought your knees into yourself, burying your face into them as you continued to let the tears fall. "H-Haru..."

The front door opened so quietly that you didn't even hear it over the noise in your mind. You looked up the moment a hand tapped your shoulder. There stood your mother, eyes bloodshot with tears. She sniffed, "I'm sorry...take this." She handed you a suitcase full of your clothes, necessities, and some of your other things along with a stack of cash. "It's not much, but it's the least I could do. Take care of yourself, ok?"

That was the last time you ever saw them. And for once in your life, you were happy...for a little while. When Haruchiyo found out about you being kicked out, he was pissed. He would've stormed over there to kill your parents if you hadn't held him so tightly, pleading for him to stop. You were one of the very few people he held dearly to him and the few he would listen to. He did make the offer for you to stay with him, however, you were already moving into an apartment. On your low days, you wondered how different it would've been to live with him instead.

Much changed over time. You dropped out of school and took on a few jobs to pay rent. You were still dating Haruchiyo, however it was getting harder to see him within the last few years. He mentioned something about being in a top position and taking trips more frequently. You were thankful for all the times he'd helped you through the tears, your ups and downs, the times you couldn't lift a finger. No matter, he would always help you whenever he could.

And now, you were on the run again. You packed as much as you could and left your old apartment in the middle of the night. "Fuck you, shitty landlord..." You dragged your things with you for quite a distance when it began to rain. As fast as your feet could take you, you hid under the awning of a shrine nearby. Your body shivered, completely drenched. You hid inside to change into something dry and made a place for you to sleep. "I'll call you in the morning Haru...just want to sleep..."

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*SLAM*

"WHERE IS SHE, HYUGA?!!"

"I-I swear, I-I don't know! She just turned her keys in the dropbox and left!" Hyuga, your old landlord cried, coughing up blood. He was battered and bruised, lips split and bleeding, staining his crisp white shirt. "She didn't make rent this month, I had to do something to pay it off!"

Sanzu yanked him by the collar, glaring daggers into his very soul as he was brought to his eye level. "So, you thought you could make off with selling my darling's possessions to make a quick buck? Disgusting," he growled.

Hyuga grasped at Sanzu's hands, gasping for a breath. "I-I swear I didn't know she was one of Bonten's—" He gasped for air as he was thrown against the desk. Stacks of paper scattered everywhere when a reverberating click pierced the room into silence. Sanzu held his gun pointed directly between Hyuga's brow as he ran his other hand through his pink locks with a crazed expression. "Consider your debt paid off, scum of the earth!" He laughed hysterically as shots fired into the man's skull, blood splattering the walls and desk behind him. He sighed with a smile when the work was done. He cleaned his hands and pulled out his burner phone. "Send someone to my location for a cleanup and find someone he's close to we can drop this dept on. What do you mean why did I kill him?! Ah fuck you too Koko!" *click*

"Now, where did you go, princess?"

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A couple hours later, you woke up to a set of warm arms wrapped around you with a familiar sweet musk. You cracked your eyes open. "H-Haru?"

"Shhhh, I'm taking you to my place, just rest," he whispered, smiling softly at him. You reached his towards his face, tracing the outline of his scar on the left side. "I don't want to burden you—"

"Don't! You're not a burden. You never were, princess."

You sighed, letting yourself relax in his hold, baggage and all. "You're always there to save me," you nuzzled into his chest, "please take care of me."

"I will, darling. I will."

And just like he promised, he took care of you through thick and thin. You wouldn't have asked for anything else.

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[airbendertendou]

58 and sanzu with mikey??

nightmare comfort number 58 + bonten!sanzu nd mikey description of drowning in a dream!

"YOU BETTER RUN - YOU BETTER HIDE!"

your body is tensed, poised as you stare at the darkness in front of you. you're quiet - aware and waiting. for what you don't know, but you know something is coming.

light touches brush against your leg, traveling until it's wrapped around your waist. you thrash around, but the hold tightens, squeezing until you feel as if your eyes will pop out of your head. you take in a deep breath, and suddenly you're underwater.

another vine latches around your ankle, pulling and tugging you further from the surface. you struggle to hold your breath, keeping your mouth closed until your ears pop and your chest aches. but, as your vision swims, your mouth drops open and you gulp in the frigid water.

you sit up abruptly, gasping for air. you're safe in your bed, warm and sweaty under the blankets of your home. gulping back heavy breaths, you calm yourself down.

a tickle brushes your calf and you flinch. widened eyes find droopy ones as mikey sits at the edge of your bed. his hand settles where it was just touching, squeezing briefly. he tilts his head, "okay?"

you nod slowly, looking away from him. your eyebrows furrow, "sanzu?"

mikey's frown deepens. he knew you were shaken up now - you never called them by their known titles, always giving pet-names instead. he nodded to the left of the room, "showering. we just got back. nightmare?"

"mikey-" you close your eyes and sigh. you really didn't want to relive what you'd seen - what you felt. you plop onto your back, shielding your face with your arm. "jus'- don't worry about it and let's sleep, yeah?"

knees cage you in as mikey's lithe body sits over your own. his hands settle just above your shoulders as he peers down on you. his expression is troubled, "name-"

"am i missing the party?" sanzu saunters in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. his hair is coiled into a smaller towel, avoiding dripping on the bedroom floor. "don't start without me!"

mikey simply stares at you. "name is scared. nightmare."

you glare at him in distaste, "traitor."

sanzu is now dressed, piling onto you next, snuggling his way into the left side of your body. his hair is tangled and damp, spread out on the pillows behind him. you sigh as he latched onto you, “look what you’ve done.”

mikey only shrugs, flopping down onto your right side. you allow them to sandwich you, squishing until your dream is all but forgotten.

——♥︎—— this one got a lil long hehe oops <3

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[dottores]

LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warnings: explicit smut, threesome, oral (m->f), unprotected sex, sub!reader, rindou a lil rough, neither of them can shut their mouths, dumbification

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CHAPTER ⅩⅣ. MY ATLANTIS

EIGHT YEARS EARLIER. 

They weren’t supposed to be here. You specifically had not told them when your flight was to avoid this confrontation, you had successfully evaded them for the past two days--since you had told them what you were planning to do--you had thought you had done it, that you had managed to escape Tokyo without having to face them. No matter how much you would have regretted it later, it wasn’t worth risking them convincing you to stay.

And you knew they would be able to if given the chance.

“Hey! We said ‘hold on,’” Ran’s voice was loud, sharp and even though you knew you should keep moving forward, away from them, your body refused to cooperate. You stopped still midstep in the large entrance of the airport, your chest felt heavy and your breath was slow. Everything around you started tunneling. 

You could hear them approaching you from behind, everything except their footsteps and the muttered curses sounded dull and muted. Run, you told yourself, your body was tense, all fight or flight were activated as they drew closer. Run, they won't be able to chase you through security. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Your feet were glued to the ground and by the time you thought you would be able to bring yourself to move, a hand was already wrapped tight around your wrist, tugging you around. You turned your gaze to the ground, staring at two familiar pairs of shoes in front of you. 

“Well I don’t blame you for not being able to look at us,” Ran said spitefully, his voice somehow both soothing and grating to your ears at the same time, “but I think we deserve to be fully acknowledged, don’t you?”

You tore your gaze up from the floor, reluctantly looking up at them. Your eyes met Ran’s first, catching sight of the livid look in his eyes and the way his jaw was clenched tight. Your gaze darted away, but looking at Rindou was no better--instead of anger, you were faced with a sort of hurt expression that you weren’t quite sure you had ever seen on his face before. 

Guilt weighed heavy on your chest, you felt as if the weight of the sky had been thrown onto your shoulders. Your lips parted to speak but you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say, so you ended up letting out a soft sigh and pressing your lips together again. Ran scoffed, as if he had been expecting you to do that.

“What the fuck, y/n?” Rindou spoke quieter, not as angry as Ran was. You could hear the way it cracked and you could hear the way he strained to get his words out.

“I don’t know what the big deal is,” you finally said, ignoring the fury that washed across Ran’s face at your words. “I told you I’d keep in touch.”

“You don’t know what the big deal is?” Ran hissed as he took another step toward you and your feet wouldn’t cooperate to move away from him, only able to tilt your face up to look up at him. “You only told us what was happening two fucking days ago, and then you avoided us every time we tried to talk to you. You weren’t even going to let us say goodbye.”

You swore the words hit you like knives to the chest. It’s for the best, you tried to convince yourself even though you knew damn well deep down that you were wrong. 

They would have convinced you to stay, the stubborn part of you screamed at the part that wavered under Ran’s words. You know that. Your family. Izana. Mucho. Mister Botan. Nearly Terano. 

Who would be next?

You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk it. 

It was only a matter of time before someone else died, and you wouldn’t let it be them. You had to leave--your uncle had given you two options, attend university to jumpstart the process of your own company or wait to inherit Izanagi. You had to start standing on your own two feet. You had to. Until you were confident that you’d be able to protect them without your uncle’s help, it wasn’t safe for you to be around.

Because even if the curse wasn’t real, you were still a real danger to them. Your uncle was neck deep in Tokyo’s underworld, he made tons of enemies abroad with his aggressive expansionist strategy for Izanagi--you had been targeted just a few months ago as a means to get to him and you couldn’t let Rindou and Ran get caught in the crossfire of that. 

And they wouldn’t understand. You knew they wouldn’t understand. They’d never understand because they didn’t care about their own safety when it came to yours, they’d throw themselves on the blade for you at any given second if it meant you would be safe and you couldn’t let them do that.

They’d tell you to stay, they’d tell you that inheriting Izanagi from your uncle was the best move if it meant that the three of you got to stick together. They’d tell you ‘fuck the danger, we can take anything together’ but you knew you couldn’t. They didn’t even know half of the danger that came along with you and your uncle, and they didn’t understand that just being big delinquents on the streets of Roppongi was not the same as dealing with the ruthless business tycoons and oligarchs that could order their deaths with a wave of their hand and pocket change. 

You didn’t even fully understand it yet, your uncle never was honest when you questioned him about it, he gave you non-answers or diversions, telling you to focus on building a foundation for your company before anything else. 

You couldn’t risk it. You were doing what was right.

“You guys would have tried to convince me to stay,” you finally said, and you hated how your voice cracked, and how you still couldn’t meet either of their eyes. You hated even more how Ran noticed and how his hand shot out to curl around your jaw, tilting your face up to force you to look him in the eye.

“Of course, we would have,” Ran snapped, “We don’t want you to fucking leave-”

“I can’t let you guys hold me back,” your voice was loud as you interrupted him. Ran drew back as if he had been slapped, his hand dropping from your face. Rindou’s lips parted. Your heart sank from your chest to your feet, the air around you felt suffocating. You could feel the eyes of strangers on the three of you, judging. You wanted to swallow your own tongue, you wanted the ground to eat you whole.

“I didn’t mean that,” you said, voice little over a breath as you shook your head, “I didn’t mean that.”

Ran let out a shaky breath, nodding as he took a step away from you, “Yeah,” he agreed, “I bet you didn’t.”

Ran was now the one that couldn’t meet your eyes and your gaze swiveled to Rindou desperately, “Rin,” you tried but Rindou refused to look at you, staring down at the ground in front of him.

“Flight 404 to Munich will begin boarding in thirty minutes,” a woman said over the speakers, the words making your ears ring.

“You should go,” Rindou finally said, “That’s your flight, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” Ran spoke as if he was trying to be snide and snappy, but you could tell it was only to try to cover the way your words had struck deep. You could see the hurt swimming in his eyes, the way he swallowed thickly. You could hear the underlying pain in his voice. “Wouldn’t want us to hold you back.”

You shook your head, you could feel tears pooling in your eyes and you tried to force them away because you knew you had no right to cry, “I didn’t mean it like that,” you said again, “I-I have to do this. You don’t understand-”

“Of course, we don’t understand,” Rindou’s voice was sharper than it had ever been with you, your throat squeezed, “We don’t understand because you don’t fuckin’ tell us anything anymore. Help us understand, we want to understand.”

Rindou stared at you, waiting for you to say something but when you stayed silent, he only scoffed. But what the fuck were you supposed to say to them? How could you make them understand that you were doing this for them? For Izana? For the rest of your friends? They would never be able to come to terms with you doing this on your own but you knew them being with you and trying to help would only make things harder on you. 

If you did this alone, you would get it done faster--you’d be able to be with them, and be happy again, sooner. There would be fewer risks to consider, less things for people to try to use against you. 

You would get back to them faster. You were doing the right thing.

“Yeah,” Rindou said when you didn’t speak, sharing a look with Ran that only the two of them could decipher. “That’s what I thought.”

“I-I’m going to school,” you said, and you knew you had to leave. You couldn’t miss your flight, but you didn’t want to leave them--not like this. Why the fuck did they come? “I’m going to school, and when I’m at school, I’m going to be setting up my company. Once everything is settled, I’ll come back--or I’ll even bring you there with me, show you everything. I promise.”

“Why can’t you do that here?” Rindou demanded, taking a step closer to you, “Why the fuck do you have to go across the world to do that?”

“That-” That wasn’t your choice, that was your uncle’s, he was adamant about you going to a foreign university, and he was refusing to help you if you didn’t. And you had a feeling that he wanted you to go across the world to do it because he knew damn well that Rindou and Ran would be distractions. “My uncle-”

“Of course,” Rindou shook his head, there was a smile on his lips that didn’t meet his eyes, “Of fucking course.”

“Stop it,” you said, voice cracking, “I didn’t want this to happen-”

“This was your choice,” Rindou hissed, leaning in so close that it had you dizzy, “Your fucking choice, don’t talk about how you didn’t want this to happen. You chose this.”

“I don’t want to fight,” you said loudly, “I don’t want to fight, why can’t you just believe me when I say I’m doing what’s best? When have I ever-”

“Lied to us? A lot,” Rindou said dryly, and you flinched back.

“When have I ever let you guys down?” you finished quietly and the anger on Rindou’s face faded as he looked back at Ran again, “Please just trust me.”

Neither of them spoke, and you let out another shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to try to push away the tears. Did they not trust you anymore?

Could you blame them?

But then Rindou’s shoulders dropped, he looked away, and you knew he had given in and this time you couldn’t blink back the tears. You let your bag drop to the floor as you moved toward the two of them, burying your face in Rindou’s chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. Neither of them reacted for a moment until you felt Rindou’s hand come up to hold the back of your head, cradling it to his chest, and you bit back a sob as your arms tightened around his waist, trying to bask in his warmth for as long as you could. 

“You promise?” Ran’s voice was hoarse as he finally spoke. You nodded against Rindou but Ran only spoke up again, “Say it.”

“I promise,” you agreed, “I promise, I promise as soon as I can I’ll bring you there with me, I promise.”

Ran inhaled deeply through his nose before tugging you toward him and your arms dropped from Rindou as you flung yourself at Ran, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He pressed his face into your neck and you tried to ignore how his lashes were wet against your skin. 

“I’m going to miss you guys so much,” you took in a wet breath, body trembling, “So much, so much.”

You could stay there forever wrapped up in their arms--you didn’t care that people were around watching, you didn’t care that this would get back to your uncle and he would be irritated at your little display of emotion, all you cared about was them, and being with them, staying with them. 

You didn’t want to leave. 

“Flight 404 to Munich will begin boarding in twenty minutes.”

The words felt like knives scraping down your bones, dragging you right back to reality. Ran’s arms dropped from around your waist and your feet touched the ground again, standing in front of them. You wiped away the tears as best as you could.

“You’ll call?” Rindou asked quietly, and you dragged your gaze up to meet his, catching the reluctance and the longing thinly veiled beneath his eyes.

“Every day,” you promised, nodding frantically, “Every day.”

“... and you won’t forget about us?” there was something vulnerable in Ran’s voice that you had never quite heard before from him, even with all the years you spent with them. You looked up at him, violet eyes meeting yours, and you shook your head.

“Never,” you said, “Never in a million years. I could never forget about you guys.”

He let out a breath that you didn’t even notice he was holding, nodding his head toward security. “You better go,” he said quietly, “Still gotta get through security.”

And you knew you had to, but you couldn’t get your feet to cooperate, they felt glued to the ground in front of them. “I-I’ll call you while we’re boarding. And when I land. And when I get to campus. And-”

“We get it,” Ran’s lips pulled up into a small smile for the first time in days, weeks maybe. “Go.”

Your fingers trembled at your side, you wrapped your arms around your torso, “I love you guys,” you said, “It’s gonna suck without you.”

Ran glanced back down at the ground.

“We love you too,” Rindou murmured, a strange tone to his voice, “you’ve gotta go. You’re going to miss your flight.”

You nodded, you knew he was right, and it took all your will power to turn around and pick up the bag you dropped. You stood there for a moment, facing the short line to security. And you debated turning back around, taking one last look.

You won’t leave. You knew if you turned around you’d see them standing there, and you knew it was only a matter of time before that strong facade the two of them put up would crumble, and you knew if you saw you wouldn’t be going anywhere, you’d run right back into their arms. 

You shut your eyes briefly before walking toward security, trying your best to take even breaths in and out, trying your best to keep your shoulders from shaking. 

One foot in front of the other, you got this, you thought to yourself as you placed your bag on top of the baggage scanner. You stood there for a moment, lost in your own thoughts until the airport security called out to you sharply, waving you over to the metal detector. 

One foot in front of the other. 

You were doing what was best. 

This was only temporary.

But you couldn’t stop the dark, heavy feeling from settling over you with each step you took away from them. A sort of foreboding feeling that made you think that things would not be as simple as you wanted them to be.

---

PRESENT.  

Relentless. They were absolutely relentless and you could not keep up. Even having expected this from them, it still didn’t prepare you for actually trying to deal with them. They barely even gave you time to speak--one of them would lean in close and ask a question, and the other would hop on top of it to badger you with even more.

“Aw, that’s so adorable, you’ve liked us for that long?”

“Who did you like first? I bet it was me.”

“It was Rindou, wasn’t it? I caught you drooling over him once.”  

“No shit, did you really?”

“He did not-”

“I did, do you remember that night we dragged her to Maharaja?”

“Ran-”

“Really? That night?”

“Mhm.”

“Have you ever had dreams about us?”

You shot Ran a weird look, "Of course I've dreamt about you guys," you said, not entirely sure of what he was getting out, "Don't be stupid."

"No, no," Rindou snorted behind you as Ran spoke. "That's not what I meant."

You stared ahead blankly for a moment, trying to figure out what the question hidden behind his words was, and as soon as it hit you, you swore you wanted to sink into the bed and disappear--the two of them laughing once they realized you had put it together.

You felt like you were on fire as you turned your head to the side to look at Ran, not sure you had heard him correctly, which was evidently a mistake considering how close he was leaning to you. Your breath caught as you tried to lean back away from him but his eyes were alight with a sort of mischief that you hadn’t seen in years as he followed you, unperturbed, only leaning in closer.

His lips were barely a hair’s width from yours and you couldn’t breathe, and you couldn’t move any further back because you had scrambled right back into Rindou, who wrapped an arm loosely around your waist to hold you still. Your eyes flickered down to Ran’s lips, watching as they slowly curled up into a smile that had your blood running hot.

“We’re just curious,” Rindou murmured, and a shiver shot down your spine when his lips brushed your ear, “C’mon, the least you can do is entertain us, yeah?”

And you really stuck between a rock and a hard place because of course you had, you couldn’t control what you dreamt of at night and you had been attracted to them--if you lied, they would know anyway because you knew damn well they’d be able to read right through you. And that would only make it worse on you for trying to hide it from them.

Why were they like this? You wanted to grab them both by the shoulders and shake them, rattle their tiny brains inside their head until they see sense. Now was not the time to be fucking around, now was not the time to be trying to get you flustered and unfooted but you knew from the way they kept sharing looks with each other that they wouldn’t listen. 

“Should we take the silence as a yes, Rindou?” Ran almost giggled as he tilted his head to the side, letting his lips graze your jaw.

“If she’s not gonna admit it, I say we just leave her like this.” Your head snapped to the side at Rindou’s words, eyes meeting his. He raised his eyebrows mockingly, “What? You don’t want that?”

Ran snickered and your breath caught as his lips finally pressed firmly against the underside of your jaw, lips dragging down your neck--slow, wet, heavy--it felt like he was leaving a trail of burns in his wake with each kiss and you just couldn’t think straight. They should not have this much of an effect over you, it was just Rindou and Ran but as you tried to shake your head and tell them just how ridiculous they were being, Rindou’s hands slid down your body, the pads of his fingers pressing against your inner thigh, nudging your thighs apart. 

“Rindou-” you gasped, looking back at him again but you faltered when you noticed the grin on his lips and the way his eyes were lit up. “We shouldn’t, not now-”

You felt Ran’s hand come up to your face as he pulled away from your neck, cupping your cheek softly and forcing you to look at him. His face was more serious than it was previously, and you couldn’t help but hesitate. 

“Relax,” he murmured. “You’re right, and we know we’re not safe yet, but we are right now, even if not for long. This might be our only chance.”

You swallowed thickly, “Don’t say that,” you said quietly, “There’ll be plenty-”

“You know as well as we do that there are no assurances in our line of work, especially in situations like this. For all we know tomorrow we’ll be back on the run,” and your throat felt dry because you knew Ran was right. “We’ve gotta take advantage of moments like this.”

Rindou and Ran shared a look over your shoulder, and you shut your eyes, trying to figure out what to do. You wanted them you’ve always fucking wanted them, but you were scared. And you weren’t even sure why you were scared. They wanted you, you wanted them, it’s something that all of you had wanted for so fucking long and Ran was right, your futures were still uncertain--tonight you were safe, tomorrow might not bring the same assurances. 

With that thought in mind and shaky fingers, you leaned in to press your lips against Ran’s again. Ran let out a surprised hum against yours as if he hadn’t been expecting you to give in that easy, hand sliding down to cup your neck, fingers intertwined with your hair. You brought your own hand down to where Rindou’s was resting on your thigh, moving it back to where it had been on your inner thigh.

Your hands slid up to rest on Ran’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pressed closer to you, tongue darting out to swipe against your bottom lip. Your lips parted on instinct for him, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, pressing down on yours.

You let out a soft moan into his mouth as Rindou’s fingers slipped down even further, pressing against your clothed cunt before you felt him grab your hips, smiling against your neck. 

“Ran,” he said, and Ran pulled back and you tried to follow him but you faltered, yelping as Rindou lifted your hips off the bed, giving Ran the room to slide your pants off your body before placing you back down on the bed between his legs. You tried to snap your thighs together but Rindou’s hands were back on your thighs in an instant, keeping them spread open. 

“Rin,” you said sharply, eyes wide.

“Relax,” Rindou echoed Ran’s words, and your breath caught as Ran dipped down lower between your legs, soft strands of hair brushing your inner thighs. “Hurry up or we’re switching places.”

“Shut up,” Ran murmured, “wanna take my time with her.”

You swore your heart was in your throat as you watched him, nose grazing the thin cloth of your panties as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, Rindou’s fingers digging into your skin to keep you in place. 

“Yeah, well, I want a taste too,” Rindou’s voice was irritated, muffled against your skin.

Ran rolled his eyes, “You’ll get your taste, stop bitchin’.”

They spoke to each other as if you weren’t there and it was pissing you off but every time you tried to move, or say something, Rindou’s grip would just tighten and they would speak over you. 

“Stop fucking around,” you snapped, getting fed up. 

Ran and Rindou both went quiet, Ran looked up at you through his lashes, violet eyes dark and lidded, “You’re so impatient,” he chided. “... Have half a mind not to give you what you want.”

Your scowl deepened, “Then don’t,” you challenged, staring down at Ran, who met your gaze, eyes just as heated as yours were. 

After a moment, he scoffed, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek before he shook his head, letting out a huff of laughter. “You’re a piece of work,” he muttered before his jaw clenched tight as he all but ripped your panties down off your legs.

Your eyes shot open in surprise, instinctively trying to shut your legs again but Rindou was once again prying them open and his grip was too strong for you to try to fight against it. Your face was hot in embarrassment as Ran eyed your now bare cunt intently, as if trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to do.

“Ran,” your voice was weaker now, it edged on pleading. You hated it. “Stop lookin’ at me like that.”

“I’ll look at you however I want to, thought you wanted me to stop fucking around,” Ran responded immediately, not drawing his eyes up in the slightest. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy, I knew you would. Imagined it all the time.”

Rindou rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down to watch as Ran’s fingers brushed your cunt, gathering some slick before rubbing a feather-light circle over your clit. Your body shuddered in response to the touch, hips trying to jerk up against his hand.

Rindou hummed softly at the way your body reacted before one of his hands slid to your chin, turning your face to his to press his lips to yours. His hand shifted to your neck, holding it firmly as he deepened the kiss, teeth nearly clashing against yours. 

His kiss was different from Ran’s--a bit rougher but just as intense, one of your hands came up to grasp the wrist of the hand wrapped around your neck. His grip tightened as you tried to pull back to breathe, keeping you in place. You felt dizzy, and you weren’t sure if it was because you weren’t getting any air to your lungs or if it were just because of the situation. 

Maybe both, you realized, inhaling sharply as Ran finally ducked his head down between your legs. You tensed, whimpering against Rindou’s lips as Ran licked a long stripe between your folds, the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit before he pulled back again.

“Taste as good as I imagined too,” you could practically hear the wolfish grin on his face as he spoke before he dove right back between your legs, large hands curling around your thighs to keep your legs spread as Rindou let go of your other leg, letting his hand slide up your body beneath your shirt, palming one of your breasts in his hand as his lips left yours to start trailing down your neck.

Your jaw went half-slack as Ran buried his face in your cunt, nose nudging your clit as he dragged his tongue along your slit. Your free hand flew to your mouth, trying to hold back the cry that almost escaped your lips but Ran let go of one of your thighs to grab your wrist, pinning it down to the bed next to you.

Your hips instinctively tried to grind up against his face, thighs squeezing his head, but Ran brought his forearm down on your lower stomach in response, pinning your hips from moving.

“Don’t hide from us,” Rindou murmured against your skin, and your eyes fluttered shut as his teeth grazed your skin before he bit down, pulling a moan from your throat. “Gonna make you feel good.”

A broken gasp escaped your lips as Ran let out a low groan against your cunt, your eyes shot open as you tried to calm your erratic breathing. Ran was undeterred even as you tried to squirm away again, the pleasure hitting you too hard and too fast for you to control--he pressed his face deeper into your cunt, tongue tracing circles between your folds, flicking over your clit, fucking in and out of you. Through a hazy gaze, you could see the way he was trying to grind his hips against the mattress, desperate for any sort of friction. Rindou’s fingers were pinching gently at your nipples, teeth carelessly biting down against your skin but you could only focus on the rising heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“Ran,” you sobbed--you felt overwhelmed already, you wondered if this was how people felt when they teamed up on their enemies together. They were moving too fast for you to keep up, their hands were everywhere, playing with your body like it was some sort of instrument that only they knew how to play. Your head felt fuzzy and your body was shaking, “Ran, I-”

Rindou bit down again. Hard this time. Your eyes knocked back white for a second, a sharp cry escaping your lips. 

“Pay attention to me,” Rindou said so coldly that it had you reeling, but you couldn’t concentrate with the feeling of Ran between your thighs, playing with your clit with his tongue, the wet, sloppy sounds of him tongue fucking your cunt was all that was running through your head. Rindou’s words went in one ear, out the other and it only made him even more angry. “I said-”

Ran’s teeth grazed your clit as Rindou spoke, and you were sure that he did it on purpose if the huff of laughter he let out was anything to say about it as another loud, high-pitch moan of his name resounded through the room. You reached down with one hand to tug at the short, purple strands of hair--you weren’t sure if you were trying to pull him off or press him closer. 

Everything felt hazy and foggy, you couldn’t tell whose hands were whose, you couldn’t tell what Rindou was saying but you knew he was getting more and more annoyed with each passing second, your vision was blurred with tears and your head felt hot. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you knew you should be embarrassed by how your moans were becoming increasingly loud, by how your body strained against Ran’s arm, grinding up against his face as you pushed him down even more with your hand, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Ran’s tongue worked like magic, quick and efficient movements that had you getting pushed to the brink too, too fast. Heat shot through your abdomen, your thighs tensed around his head. You could get addicted, you were sure of it, eyes rolling back as he sucked your clit into his mouth. 

“I’m ‘nna cum,” you cried, “Ran, Ran-“

Rindou’s grip on your waist was borderline painful as your back arched against his chest, body spasming as one last swirl of his tongue around your clit had you spiraling right over the edge. Your thighs tightened around Ran’s head, letting out a loud, shaky cry of his name as you came all over his tongue, body trembling in Rindou’s arms.

You gasped for breath, head spinning as you tried to recover but Rindou did not give you the chance. He hauled you up, forcing you to your hands and knees. Your arms were too shaky to hold yourself up, chest falling flat against the mattress. You turned your head to the side as best as you could, trying to look back at Rindou but he fisted your hair hard, pressing your face back down into the mattress.

“Don’t be so rough with her. It’s not her fault that she couldn’t focus on you. Maybe you should’ve done more,” Ran chided, though he sounded amused as slapped Rindou’s hand off of your head. You felt his hands cup your chin, lifting your face up far more gently than Rindou’s grip had been. His fingers stroked your cheekbone for a moment, and you couldn’t help the way you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. “You pissed him off,” he murmured, “You know how he gets when he doesn’t get attention--he’s always been sensitive about it.”

“Fuck you, Ran.”

“Huh?” was all you could say as you forced your eyes back open to look at him, brows furrowed as you tried to process what he said but you still felt half-out of it. “R-”

Your voice faltered when you felt the tip of Rindou’s cock nudge against your entrance, a whimper muffled at your lips as he slowly began to push in, your head fell limp again, face resting in Ran’s lap. 

“Oh god,” you gasped. Rindou was big, bigger than anyone else you’d ever slept with, you could feel every inch of him molding your walls. He stretched you out in a way that you’d never been before, your walls burned with each inch he pushed inside you, and you couldn’t tell if it was a sort of burn that hurt or if it was a pleasant one. Your body trembled violently as you tried to adjust to his size. “Oh god, Rin, gimme a sec, gim-”

Rindou did not, in fact, give you a second, and you were sure he did it just to be spiteful, hips snapping against your ass to bury his cock as deep inside you as possible. Your lips parted in a silent cry, face pressed against Ran’s sweats as he stroked your hair gently, as if trying to soothe you. 

You took in a ragged breath, body tense, fingers curling around the sheets as you tried to adjust to his size but Rindou once again did not give you the chance, already drawing his hips back to drive his cock into you. The moan that left your lips was absolutely obscene, nails ripping through the thin sheets, sobbing against Ran. 

He fucked you at a pace that shouldn’t have been possible. Your fingers shook around the sheets, chest heaving but every heavy thrust stole all of the breath from your lungs, each in-and-out of his cock had you reeling, barely able to think straight. Rindou’s fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back to meet every thrust as he fucked you onto him, hitting inside you so deep that you swore it had your vision spotty. You think you’ve cum already, but you aren’t even sure--it certainly felt like you did, your body was shaking in the aftershocks of what seemed to have been an orgasm but you didn’t even remember the build up to it, you didn’t even remember finishing again. 

You tried to look up at Ran, eyes teary, but his gaze were dark and lidded as he watched you, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher before Rindou was shifting positions.

His hand moved up from your waist to your hair, pulling you up hard and you winced, dizzy, mind numb. His hand dropped from your hair to curl around your neck to hold you up, back pressed against his chest. He didn’t falter in his pace once, hips snapping against yours, the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin, the sloppy sound of his cock bullying deep in your cunt ringing in your ears. Filthy, it was all filthy, you should be embarrassed by the noises escaping your lips, by the way your body was reacting to Rindou, by the way you kept begging for more when he was already giving you all he had. 

He turned your head to the side and pressed his lips against yours, tongues sliding against each others’, teeth clashing. His other hand slid down your body, rubbing circles on your clit, and the moans you were letting out into his mouth were becoming louder, needier, your blood was running hot and your head felt light.

“Feel so fuckin’ good, god, love you s’much,” Rindou groaned against your lips, “C’mon, wanna feel you cum on my cock again.”

And those words were all you needed to send you spiraling again, crying out loud against his lips, body thrashing against his as he held you in place, continued playing with your clit, fucking you through your high. You felt him pull away, leaning his head back to let out a low moan when your walls squeezed and fluttered around him. 

You could feel his hips stutter against yours as your body went limp in his hold, slumping forward, only held up by the hand wrapped around your neck and the other went still rubbing slow circles over your clit. Ran was saying something to Rindou as he spilled his cum deep inside you, filling you up so full that his cum was leaking out of your cunt even with his cock plugging you up. 

You fell unmoving against the bed when Rindou groaned and pulled out of you. Your body shuddered, thighs shaking and cum pooling beneath you as it spilled out of you, making a mess on the bed beneath you. You tried to steady your breath, gather the strength to push up from the puddle of cum to retain some sort of control but you couldn’t find the strength in your limbs to do it. Your arms and legs felt like noodles, your mind wasn’t even fully there. 

“C’mon now,” you heard Ran murmur distantly. “Don’t tap out on us yet.”

You felt an arm wrap around your bicep and in one swift motion, you were pulled on top of Ran. You were unsteady and weak, barely able to hold yourself up but you didn’t need to--instead, two strong hands grabbed you by the waist, holding you up right.

Your vision was dizzy as you looked down at him, his lips crawled up into a slow smirk as he looked up at you through his lashes. You let out a whimper when you felt his cock slide between your folds, slipping against the mess Rindou made of your pussy, lips parting as his tip caught your clit, pressing softly against it.

“Want you to ride me,” Ran said quietly. “Can you do that for me, pretty?”

You felt hot at the pet name and you tried to focus on what he was asking you. Want you to ride me, he had said and you took in a shaky breath, hesitant because you weren’t sure if you could handle another orgasm. Your head and body felt fuzzy, as if you were on the verge of passing out, pins and needles pricking your limbs, breath heavy and slow. They had made you cum too many times, too quick and Ran wanted more. 

“I-I dunn-” you began but, much like his brother, Ran didn’t give you the chance to answer his question, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“She can take it,” Rindou said, and your eyes were wide as you looked back at him, lips parted to try to snap something at him but whatever words were on your lips died as Ran bucked his hips up, pushing his cock inside of you.

You tried to do as he asked--thighs tense and trembling as you attempted to rock your hips against his, fuck yourself on his cock, but you were slow. It was too slow for you and evidently too slow for Ran if the sharp click of his tongue had anything to say about it. 

His hands came to your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he took over, too impatient to let you take your pace.

You couldn’t do anything but let Ran do what he wanted, limp and unable to fight back even if you wanted to--almost like a doll for him to use for whatever he wants. Your moans cut off as he bounced you easily on his cock, biceps flexing with each movement--he was longer than Rindou, hitting impossibly deeper, but not as thick. And you knew in the back of your head that you shouldn’t be doing this with him, you could see all the bruises marring his chest and abdomen and you opened your mouth to tell him that but the only thing that escaped your lips was another set of slurred moans.

Your vision was rather blurred and spotty--a part of you wondered again if you were on the verge of passing out because it was really starting to feel like it. Ran didn’t seem to be in pain, head tossed back, lips parted, violet eyes rolled back as he fucked you hard, hips snapping up to meet you with every bounce. Grip tight, borderline painful but the pain didn’t even register, too lost in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, still reeling from the three? four? orgasms that you’d already had, the ones that the two of them didn’t even give you a chance to recover from before they were pushing you toward your next.

Your hands were curled weakly around Ran’s forearms, nails scratching at his skin. You were going to cum again, you could feel this one coming fast and strong, you could feel the way your body felt like it was on fire, you could feel the way your body was shaking, the way your vision was going in and out, you could feel the tears spilling down your cheeks, the breathy, gasps of his name--little more than slurred babbles that only spurred him on even more, fucking you harder, faster, moaning your name louder.

You tried to warn him but the high came faster than you expected, mind going blank, vision going white and then dark. You weren’t sure how long you were out of it, everything felt dull and muted except for the feeling of Ran’s cock pistoning in and out of you as he used your body to chase his own release, head lolled to the side, eyes rolled back, jaw slack and you could feel the drool pooling at the corner of your lips as he just kept going, ignoring how you were barely even conscious in his hold to get himself off.

It could have been two minutes, it could have been twenty before you were being laid back on the bed, both Rindou and Ran’s cum leaking out of you profusely, body uncooperative as you tried to move and get yourself comfortable. You weren’t sure how many more times you had cum--too many considering you couldn’t even respond to the soft words they were telling you, your tongue too heavy in your mouth to even think of it.

You barely understood half of what they were saying and if it had been anybody else you were with, you knew you would have been anxious, scared. You hated being put in vulnerable positions--you always had, and that only amplified once you had gotten involved with the shadier side of the world.

You could feel Rindou curled at your side, lips pressed to your temple, while Ran wrapped his arm around your waist. “I love you,” he murmured, and you tried to say it back but the only thing you could let out was an unintelligible babble that had Ran snorting in amusement. You felt a distinct urge to slap him but couldn't raise your hand up from your side. “Go to sleep.”

Your eyes drooped shut at his words, body and mind exhausted and content, happy, in a way that you hadn't been in a long time... in a way that you weren't sure you had ever been, if you were being honest.

You had never had them as wholly and completely as you did in that moment, and it was something you never wanted to end. But as you drifted off to sleep in their arms, you couldn't help the dreadful feeling that began to stir in your stomach as you thought of what the next few days might bring.

----

You woke up tangled up in the sheets with Ran, the blinds had been pulled open--surely by Rindou, who didn’t want to wait hours for the two of you to finally wake up. You scowled as you tried to disentangle yourself from Ran without waking him up, knowing that he needed the rest. 

Your body felt sore and your face felt hot as you recalled what you had done last night with them but you forced yourself to shake your head, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead before stealing his shirt and slipping it on, making your way out of the room toward the kitchen.

You could smell something cooking in there--eggs, you realized and you smiled lightly to yourself when you caught sight of Rindou at the stove, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to someone on the phone. You leaned against the wall, watching him absently flip the egg, gaze trailing down his chest, following his tattoos until they disappeared beneath his sweats.

“... are you sure? Keep checking in at some of the other safehouses before talking to anyone else, especially-” Rindou cut himself off, finally noticing you. He gave you a small smile before speaking again, “Never mind, I’ll talk to you later.”

Rindou hung up the phone and placed it down on the counter, you made your way over to him, “What was that all about?” you asked quietly, arms slipping around his waist, chin propped up on his chest to look up at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he responded, ducking his head down to press his lips against yours briefly, “Ran’s still sleeping?” 

“What do you think?” you asked dryly, wondering if you should push or not--but you knew Rindou never liked it and you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with an argument. 

Rindou rolled his eyes, “Of course he is,” he muttered as he plated one of the eggs and passed it over to you before grabbing one for himself. The two of you walked over to the counter, sitting on one of the stools. His gaze drifted over you, watching as you ate a forkful of the eggs. You looked at him suspiciously.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, “If you had told me a few weeks ago we’d be here…” he trailed off, shaking his head, and guilt pooled in your stomach. 

“I’m sorry,” you told him, gaze dropping down to the ground. 

“I know,” he responded and you let out a breath, your chest tight. You knew you didn’t deserve it, but you hoped one day they would forgive you.

The two of you ate in silence for a few moments after that until Rindou finally spoke up again, “How did you even get Ran out of there?” 

“Hanma Shuji,” you said, mind drifting back to the gold-eyed man, wondering what exactly he was up to right now. “His men were supposed to be watching him, he called them off and gave me the time I needed to get Ran out of there.”

Rindou looked surprised, “Hanma?” his brows were furrowed deep in suspicion, “Why? Ran and Hanma hated each other in Tenjiku. Or, Ran hated Hanma at least, and didn’t try to hide it.”

“Really?” you asked curiously, “Why?” You thought about what he said a little more. “Hanma was in Tenjiku with you guys?”

Rindou made a quiet noise of agreement as he took another bite of his eggs. “Yeah, never saw him again after that fight though,” he said, “and I’m not sure. Ran never really got into it, he just said that he had weird vibes and it made him uncomfortable. Ran’s always been pretty good at reading people, so I just went along with it.” 

You frowned, “Weird, I never got off vibes from him. He’s helped me a lot. Saved my life at the auction, he shielded me from the explosion.”

Rindou grinned and nudged you, “You also suck at reading people,” he teased.

You gaped, “I totally do not,” you said, offended, “I-”

You faltered when you remembered what happened after the Munich Incident, with your bodyguard--a phantom pain itched at your back, you slumped, eyeing Rindou, incredibly annoyed. 

“He helped me a lot, when he didn’t have to,” you told him, “I’d trust him if it came down to it.”

Rindou eyed you for a second before nodding, “Okay,” he said, “I trust you.”

Your breath caught at his words--the truth behind them, the way he said it so firmly. You pressed your lips together tight, trying to hide the tremble as you reached down and grabbed his free hand, squeezing it gently. He noticed how much the three words affected you if the soft look on his face had anything to say about it, and he only let out a breath before leaning in and pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“It’ll probably be a week or two before things calm down enough for us all to get out of here,” Rindou said. “We should keep low. Ran and I’ll avoid going to any meetings if Mikey calls them, but I don’t know how long we’ll be able to do that. I checked around the safehouse, this place is stocked to last a while so we won’t need to go out and get anything.”

You let out a sigh, “I hate being cooped up,” you murmured, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

You could practically hear the leer in his voice as he spoke, “Mmm, I dunno, I think I’ll enjoy it, gonna get to make good use of that pretty pussy after you deprived us of it for so long.”

You gasped, jabbing his abdomen with your fingers but he didn’t even flinch, snickering to himself as he rose to his feet, picking up both of your plates to bring them over to the sink. You rested your chin on your hand, elbow propped up on the table as you watched him clean the dishes.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything back then?” you asked quietly, watching as Rindou looked back at you over his shoulder. You tried to ignore the way the muscles on his back flexed at the motion. Tried.

“Why didn’t you?” Rindou countered.

Your eyes drew away from him toward a window, a heavy feeling settling over you as you remembered what exactly your mental state was like before you left for Munich. 

“You know why,” you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. 

Rindou let out a breath, shutting off the water and placing the dishes on the drying rack. He stepped around the kitchen to stand in front of you again. He cradled your head to his chest, your eyes fluttered shut as he scratched the back of your head gently, lulling your eyes shut. 

“Ran wanted me to say something,” Rindou said after a moment, and you lifted your head from his chest to look up at him questioningly. Why didn’t you? was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t need to voice it, “I knew Ran loved you. I couldn’t.”

“Oh,” you said softly, wondering just how oblivious you had been to both of their feelings. You swallowed thickly, looking away, trying to change the subject, “Um, what do you wanna do? We can-”

“I can think of a few things,” Rindou winked at you, and you rolled your eyes, pushing him back to rise to your feet.

“You’re unbearable,” you muttered.

“You love it,” he shot right back.

“Don’t remind me.”

A smile spread across his lips at your words, nudging you gently with his shoulder, “Movie?” he asked quietly. “Before Ran wakes up and starts whining about food?”

“Sure,” you said after a moment, “What movie?”

You waited for him to offer a movie, but he didn’t. The two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds. Just as he opened his mouth to suggest a movie, you did too.

“The Conjuring?”

“Star Wars?”

Both of you went silent again, expressions going flat as you stared at each other.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“No way in hell.”

Rindou’s brows furrowed, “It’s my turn to pick,” he snapped, “You made us watch the fucking Exorcist the last time we watched a movie together. I had nightmares for two weeks straight.”

“I don’t give a shit if it’s your turn,” you snapped right back, as relentless as ever, “I’m not watching the Empire Strikes Back for the fiftieth fucking time, Rindou.”

“It’s a good fucking movie,” Rindou responded heatedly, “You don’t even pay attention!” 

“Because I don’t like it! Maybe if you weren’t such a fuckin’ piss baby, you’d enjoy horror movies.”

“Hey! What the fuck did you just call me?” 

“What’re you? Deaf? I know you heard me."

“I’m putting on Star Wars.”

“No, you are not! Get back here, Rindou!” 

"Will you shut up? You're going to wake Ran up."

"Says you!"

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— pls do not nitpick tiny mistakes or whatever, i’d like feedback on plot/character development. this was the hardest chapter for me to write so far :')

#ran x reader #rindou x reader #ran smut #rindou smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader

[rozcdust]

I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, qpp relatinship, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten

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“What,” Ran slammed his hands on the conference meeting table, “Should we do about y/n?!”

“Photosynthesis.” Kokonoi mumbled into his chin, face buried deep into his palms, “Photosynthesis.”

“Or, hey, maybe we could just leave them alone?” Kakucho threw his hands, looking to the rest of his coworkers for support, “No one? Really? Okay.”

“Flowers didn’t work, they’re allergic.” Ran paced around the room, chewing the skin around his thumb, “And Koko’s bribing failed.”

“Well,” Rindou smirked, lazily leaning back into his seat, “We’ll just have to try harder.”

“We know nothing about them,” Kokonoi pointed out, exhaustion written all over his face, “Are they in a relationship? Do they like jewellery? Do they have any distant relatives desperately in need of a toe transplant we can pay for so they’ll be forever in our debt?

“Don’t worry about that,” Sanzu spun in his chair, smirking, “I already planted a recording device on them. We’ll find out everything we have to know to get them to quit in less than a day.”

“Oh,” Rindou quirked an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his face as he pulled out a small stack of 10,000 yen bills from his pocket, “I’m putting money on Sanzu to get them to quit.”

“And this is what I pay you for.” Mikey muttered from his chair, staring into the ceiling, hopelessness and misery written all over his face, “I will fucking kill myself.”

“But, Tora, please?”

“Absolutely not.”

Kazutora refused to even look at you, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the pet food catalogue he was reading, stopping ever so briefly to make notes of what had to be restocked.

“But Toraaaa~,” Chifuyu jumped to your rescue, standing behind you with a pouty expression, “Look at her! Isn’t she adorable?”

“Look how tiny my face is!” You exclaimed, hoping at least some of your words will pierce down to the core of Kazutora’s cold, dead heart.

The tiny kitten you held in your arms meowed.

“Chifuyu, don’t encourage them,” Kazutora warned, finally looking up to give you a stern gaze, “And no, y/n, we can not adopt a kitten. Our apartment complex is not pet friendly.”

“But Towaaa~” It was Chifuyu’s turn to try again, but he was quickly silenced by a glare and the bowl of candy they kept at the register being thrown his way.

“Wow. Betrayal,” You muttered, still holding the kitten close to your chest, “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

“Y/n-“

“No, no, Tora, I see how it is.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly too used and not used enough to the kind of bullshit you decided to serve him today.

“Y/n-“

“He’s a meanie, but don’t worry, I’ll get you to go home with us one day.” You cooed, gently booping the kitten's nose, “Yes we will, but oh yes we will baby! Look how cute you are!”

Tora merely shook his head, hopeless, clearly about to say something before he was interrupted.

“Tora, it’s the end of your shift!” Baji peeked out from the employee backroom, sending you a brief nod of acknowledgement.

Kazutora nodded, his back letting out a concerning crack as he stood up and took the pet shop apron off.

You didn’t budge, glaring, the kitten curled up and purring under your chin.

“Y/n, we have to go, come on, I’ll treat you to dinner.”

You hissed, swatting at his outreached hand, the kitten still clinging to your shirt, now awake and glaring at Kazutora as if it were planning his funeral.

“Sir, is there a problem?” Baji appeared out of nowhere, standing behind you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, sir?” Chifuyu hopped up to the gig, copying Baji with a mischievous grin on his face.

Kazutora groaned.

“Come on guys, we-“

“Sir, I’ll have to ask you to leave. You’re bothering our customer and dear friend.”

“Baji-“

“You heard him, bitch. Go!”

It took all of Kazutora’s strength not to scream, instead gently plucking the kitten from your arms and dropping it on Baji’s head, picking you up as if you were a mere bag of potatoes, followed by a hissy fit from all parties involved, kitten and you both annoyed you had to be separated so soon, Baji and Chifuyu dramatically trying to hold you back to let you play with the kitten a little more, and him desperate to just get some damn food.

And no one messes with Kazutora and his damn food.

Kazutora brushed them off as if they were nothing, and slamming the doors to the pet shop so hard you heard an audible crack, off you were.

On to the 12-foot trek to the car.

Kazutora threw you in the passenger seat, careful so your head wouldn’t hit the top of the car, but with enough force that you yelped, rubbing your ass in annoyance.

Tora jumped in the driver seat, swiftly turning on the kiddie lock to make sure you don’t escape and go back to play with the kitten, ignoring your feral hissing and scratching of the car window.

“I’m never letting you drive again, asshole.” You mused out, finally giving up, annoyed and pouting like a five-year-old.

Kazutora merely grinned, knowing you’ll always let him drive, no matter what he does to cause your wrath.

You knew driving was one of the simple pleasures Kazutora treasured dearly, the concept of being able to go anywhere and everywhere he wished so foreign after spending a decade in jail, yet so comforting you couldn’t help but smile every time his face lit up.

Which also led to another problem.

His obsession with smartphones, and taking pictures constantly.

You weren’t gonna stop him, but every time he asked to take a picture of you because ‘Look how aesthetically pleasing the scenery is!’ made you question if he was your partner or your mother.

He even talked you into transforming one of the extra rooms in your apartment into a black room, which you agreed to, after he promised he wasn’t gonna become a serial killer and start developing pictures of crime scenes there.

“Which restaurant haven’t we gone to yet?” Tora wondered out loud, turning the key to turn on the engine.

“There is a new place in the centre of Shinjuku, I heard it is decent enough.”

“Excellent.” Kazutora grinned, leaning over you to open the glovebox compartment and pull out a small, red box.

He turned to look at you, his grin almost splitting his face in half, flipping the box open to reveal a perfectly polished, diamond engagement ring inside.

“You up for free dessert?”

You smirked back.

“Always.”

What you did not expect the next day at 7 in the bloody a.m. in the morning, was a depressed puppy nervously waltzing into your office, carrying the biggest fucking fruit basket you’ve ever seen in one hand, a thick envelope in the other.

“Hey.” He awkwardly greeted, smiling briefly.

“Hi? How can I help you, Kakucho?” Your greeting sounded more like a question than a statement.

Kakucho seemed taken aback by that question, as if he wasn’t the one who practically caved in the floorboards with his stomping.

You could practically smell the urge to run on him.

“So, I, um, yeah, I-“ He inhaled deeply, finally taking a step closer to your desk, slamming the basket and envelope hard enough, you could swear you saw a screw flying off, “I was in the same restaurant you were in when your boyfriend proposed, and I wanted to congratulate you on your engagement and offer you a gift! You can’t say no or I will eat my own kidney, I hope you and your fiancé have a very happy and successful marriage! Goodbye!”

What the fuck.

You barely understood a damn word, not even being able to ask what the fuck he was on before he marched out of your office, slamming the door off its hinges.

You blinked.

What in the ever-loving fuck was that?

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a/n: after some consideration, i have decided to give y/n tora as a queer platonic partner! the relationship between them is not meant to be read as anything other than platonic 🤧 also not to brag but i got into my top choice law university 😌💅

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haruchiyo sanzu #manjiro sano #kokonoi hajime

[sinfulseashell]

Question for Yandere!Bonten

Let's say, you unintentionally turned on the AC higher, and when sleeping with S/O you feel them nuzzling closer to you because of the cold. What would you do? Take advantage of the situation or just find it cute and carry on with the night?

Thanks!!

Y!Mikey: He furrows his brow as he listens to the question finding it quite odd, but yet all he could do was imagine the scenario in his mind…how his darling would press their cold body to his wanting his warm embrace around them. Dark cold eyes now fading into a soft onyx as he lets a small smirk play on his lips, “Well Im sure we can always find a suitable way to get warm of embracing doesn’t work.” He chuckles, cheeks flushed from his own fantasies.

Y!Sanzu: “Well if I did that then my intentions would be to fuck so…” he shrugs while leaning back in his chair. “—but my darling is too naive. I’m sure they will think that all we will do is cuddle.” He laughs at the thought. “So cute! I can’t help but to imagine their flushed out face when they realize that all daddy wants is to be buried deep inside them.” He cups his cheeks while licking his lips hungrily. “As Mikey said before there is more than one way to get warm.” He winks.

Y!Takeomi: He quirks a brow listening to the question before a smile shows on his lips. “I wouldn’t take advantage of my darling, I know how my little one can be naive and gullible. So I’ll just enjoy the moment with them let’s just say it will be a nice change of pace to just cuddle.” He sighs happily.

Y!Sanzu: Looks at the camera while pretending to gag. “You make me sick.”

Y!Kokonoi: “Are any of these ever serious questions? As if I would need to do something so stupid to have my darling cuddle me…” he huffs while looking away and crossing his arms across his chest.

Y!Ran: Looks at the camera, “Dont mind him. He is just mad that he didn’t think of that.”

Y!Kokonoi: He leans closer to Ran giving him a vicious glare. “I will throw you off a goddamn bridge just to hear your head hit the pavement.”

Y!Ran: “Aww! That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me,” he smiles brightly. “—but Rin beat you to it. He is doing that as my final wish, but that doesn’t mean you can’t gift me some other type of way.” He chuckles.

Y!Rindou: Looks at the camera, “I hate all of them.”

Y!Rindou: “Why would I need to have them cuddle me just to fuck? My darling is willing to give me what I want at the snap of my finger. This is stupid…all of this.” He scoffs while taking a swig of his drink and slamming the cup back down.

Y!Ran: “He would cuddle them.” He smiles. “He is secretly a soft baby.”

Y!Rindou: “YOU WANT TO GET THROWN OF THE FUCKING BRIDGE NOW!? WE CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN!”

Rindou’s S/O: “….😐…” side eyes the camera and closes their eyes as they nod. “Ran’s telling the truth…”

Y!Rindou: “FUCK ALL OF YOU! CANT DO NOTHING IN THIS FUCKING PLACE!” Slouches in his chair as he glares at Ran.

Y!Ran: “Well cuddling for me always leads to having sex so…is there really a difference?” He shrugs. “Besides my little darling loves when daddy does-.”

Ran’s S/O: Quickly covers his mouth as they look down in embarrassment. “Please…save me the embarrassment and shut up…”

Y!Mochi: “Ah….well I mean I would use the time to cuddle, but knowing my darling they would um…take advantage of that situation…” he clears his throat while looking away in embarrassment.

Y!Sanzu: “Mochi are you saying that your darling takes advantage of you?” This question causes everyone to stare at the couple. As the silence builds Sanzu makes his way to the male and whispers in his ear, “Do you need help? Blink twice for yes.”

Y!Mochi: “WHAT!” He exclaims while shoving Sanzu away. “No! I…I don’t need help…I just…” he stumbles over his words as his face begins to flush.

Mochi’s S/O: “He enjoys me taking charge. Is that so wrong?” They shrug as they stare at everyone.

Y!Sanzu: “BLASPHEMY!”

Y!Kokonoi: “Sanzu shut the fuck up! Let them be! He is happy dammit.” Koko growls as he smacks Sanzu with his shoe. “Now let’s finish this.”

Y!Kakucho: He smiles softly while gently grabbing his darlings hand. “Well I love to cuddle my darling. Just having them pressed against me is enough to give me a good nights sleep. So to answer the question, I will just enjoy the moment.” He leans over to kiss their cheek as they look fondly back at him.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

I AM BITING MY FIST AND SCREAM ABOUT HAND HER OVER II. WE NEED PT2🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

Let's say what happened after pt - since Koko has money & connections, Inupi & his wife were able to escape safely (or maybe not)

Omi's relationship with his wife crashed really bad after what happend. As a big bro,he always took care & protected who was younger - so he felt very ashamed and guilty that he wasn't able to protect his little wife. He know deep inside that what his wife said wasn't true,she didn't blame him but feel that she doesn't deserve so caring and attentive husband and cries a lot. So he do what he should - make sure she know that he madly in love with her and his number one priority

Well, about Mochi. I am afraid of my imagination, so leave it to yours

I think I'm going to leave Mochi's as is! It seems pretty obvious what happens, no thanks to Sanzu.

Hand Her Over II Part 2: Hajime Kokonoi/Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

Hand Her Over Megapost

wc: 2.1k

tw: angst, Koko is in a poly relationship with Inupi and reader, Inupi is the "hinge" in the V, angst, fluff, angst

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Hajime Kokonoi

Inupi sits on the couch, furious.

"It's gone too far," he breathes, holding you close. "Mikey's gone too far."

"I know," Kokonoi echoes, looking down at his feet. He can't be on the other side of the room with his lover. He can't even support the two of you like he wants to. It's a shame; he's not sure how things got this bad, but...

"Listen," you add, sitting up straight. "If Mikey can't control himself, we might be in more danger than we originally thought. I'm not sure we can run forever."

"We could," Inupi murmurs, looking over at you with a sad stare. "But it would cost us."

Kokonoi sighs. He shifts his head onto his hands and tries to think. Where did Mikey stop, and where did the real world begin?

"America." Inupi and you inhale sharply. "I have contacts in America that will help for the right price." Koko stands and twists his long hair around his hand briefly. A bad habit he has to get rid of eventually. "I'll send you both that way and then ensure your tracks are covered."

"You're not coming with us?" The question makes Kokonoi flinch. He could never travel with either of you without Mikey knowing. There was too much hinging on his importance to Bonten. Which is why he can't tag along.

"No," he finally admits. "I... I won't be able to go with you." You burst into tears. Kokonoi's heart wrenches in two; he loves you. He really does. And he loves Inupi. But there's no way that he can go with you two without putting you in danger.

"I'll make sure you two won't have to lift a finger while we're apart." Inupi pulls you into his chest, where you sob. "And..."

"Koko," Inupi breathes. "You don't have to stay."

"I do," he repeats, standing firm. "I'll stay behind to make sure the both of you have the best chance at staying alive and safe." Your tears don't stop, not even when Koko presses a kiss to your forehead and wipes them from your eyes with gentle thumbs. "Take care of Inupi."

You clutch him even closer, and that in itself is a comfort to him. He's felt loved before, but your reluctance to let him go makes him feel adored. "Inupi, take care of her."

"I'm giving you a month to come get us." Inupi stands just a foot away, but it couldn't be any further. Koko already feels the distance in his heart. And it's a raw ache, the type he knows he might never recover from in this lifetime. Inupi joins in, hugging Koko tightly and inhaling his scent one last time.

"Don't forget about us."

"Impossible," Koko laughs, though his eyes prick with tears. "I would never forget about my favorite people in the entire world."

Kokonoi wouldn't be a good partner if he didn't see you two off at the airport. He holds your passports with an iron grip, praying you two would turn around and stay and fight with him. But when he hands them over, Kokonoi understands he's to face his fines creation - Bonten - on his own.

"Call me when you make it," Koko murmurs, adjusting Inupi's scarf and your jacket. "I'll be waiting by the phone."

"Get some rest," you urge him, touching his cheek gently. The ring on your finger will stay there; it's still a symbol of the promise Koko made to your family to provide for you and keep you safe.

"And don't linger by the window," Inupi adds, his own hand sporting a golden band - from Koko, but to anyone outside of the three of them, it'd look like they were a married couple. Koko nods.

"Your flight will be leaving soon." Inupi ushers you away, and Koko watches wistfully, touching his own fake passport in his pocket. I could still go with them. Kokonoi looks at the ticket counter, eyeing the various people clicking away at the keyboards and weighing baggage.

"Wait," Koko whispers, looking back at your retreating figures. "Wait!" You hear him first, turning around to stare at him hopefully. Koko hurries up to the two of you, his hands shaking and his mouth forming soundless words. Inupi frowns as Koko stands in front of you both, his eyes trying to drink their fill of the couple.

"D-don't..." Kokonoi isn't sure if he can say it. "Don't..." You both stand there expectantly, and Koko can see the desire in your eyes. You want him to go with you. And maybe...

"Don't--" Koko's phone begins to buzz angrily. He stops, sucking in a harsh breath. "Don't forget about the time change." Your shoulders slump. Inupi grunts. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, seeing the name scroll across the top. Your teary hiccup is the last thing you muster before pulling free from Inupi and walking toward security. Inupi, ever the cynic, exhales and turns around, but not before muttering,

"You'll always choose him, won't you?"

When Koko picks up the call, Inupi turns away, scrubbing the tears from his eyes.

Takeomi Akashi

It's not like Takeomi to come home drunk in the middle of the day. But he staggers over the threshold, holding himself up by a thread. He hadn't been this bad since Shin died, and yet--

Something shatters when he opens the door, and Takeomi swears. When he looks behind the wooden frame, he sees a little project of yours lying on the floor in a million pieces. Whatever it had been, it's destroyed beyond repair.

"I'll... I'll... fix it," Takeomi mutters, closing the door behind him and gripping the wall for the strength to stand up.

"Not again." An exasperated sigh comes from the kitchen, and Takeomi slides down the wall, trying to take his shoes off. "I'm caring for you every day," you gripe, stomping to meet him in the foyer. "You're a lazy, drunk old man."

Takeomi burps, forgetting his efforts to untie his shoes and leaving them on as he sprawls on the floor. You approach him, face set in a grim line.

"Shoes," he slurs, pointing at his feet. "Can't get 'em off." You silently fume, but your fingers pluck at his laces, untying and undoing all of the work he'd done on them before.

"You come in drunk every day," you hiss angrily. "I have to... clean up after you, and for what?"

"Thanks," Takeomi whispers slowly, feeling your hands tug his shoes off. "Thanks, beh-beh. Shoes were really tight. Hurt." You stoop low and pull him up off the floor - your strength never ceases to amaze him - and he stumbles along with you to the bedroom. He hiccups a few times as he drags his feet, but Takeomi's mind is working at a mile a minute. It's his body that isn't responding properly.

"Y'know," he begins, wiping his mouth. "I could... we should do that thing people do when they're... together." You slide him onto the bed without responding, your eyes averted from his face. "We could... should... watch some TV and trash talk... shitty people."

"No TV," you murmur, taking off his tie and tossing it aside. "You need to watch TV like you need another hole in your head."

Takeomi laughs, pointing at each hole - two ears, one mouth, two nostrils... he has five already! "Maybe I need an extra one to round it out," he replies, leaning back on the bed and sighing. "Could use another one for all of these thoughts." You don't reply again, shifting him onto the bed fully and covering him with the sheets.

"Sleep it off," you command Omi, and he obeys, pretending to fall asleep immediately while making loud snoring noises. You grunt, putting a pillow over his face, and he laughs as he takes it off.

"Funny girl." You shake your head, the look of displeasure still on your face, and get up from the bed all in one movement. So graceful.

"I'll be in the kitchen. Shout if you need me." Takeomi opens his mouth to shout, but you add, "If it's an emergency."

"It is," he whines. "It's an emergency when you're not here."

"I'll be in the kitchen," you say again. "Five-alarm level emergencies only."

"What about six alarms?" You roll your eyes and give him a playful swat before leaving the bedroom. Takeomi debates on whether he should shout your name for the hell of it or just keep quiet and let you work on whatever you did when he wasn't here. He opts for the latter and lays back in the bed. His head is thumping with the blood that's pumping behind his eyes.

"Ugh..." Right now, Takeomi wants to swear off drinking for good. The hangover is never worth it. Takeomi exhales sharply, then resigns himself to sleep, like he should.

He wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. It's hot in the room, and... his hand feels around in the darkness. You're not there.

"Baby?" Takeomi gets up out of bed slowly, trying not to trip over himself or anything else he may have left on the floor. "Babe?" His throat is parched, and he feels like death... but he needs to ensure you're okay first.

Something tugs in his gut when he hears a soft sob, and he opens the door fully before stumbling into the light of the foyer. He holds his breath and peers around the corner, finding you at the kitchen table, holding your phone to your ear as you cry.

"No, no," you choke out. "It's just... I know everything is weighing on Omi. He comes home drunk most afternoons, and I..." You break off, then sniff. "I take care of him because I know everything was so stressful, and I love him. I just don't think he loves me anymore." Takeomi clenches his jaw. Here you are, worried to death about him when your assumptions couldn't be further from the truth.

Takeomi enters the kitchen nonchalantly as if he hadn't heard what you just said. He yawns, wiping his face, then sees you wiping your eyes quickly and whispering, "I'll call you later" into the phone.

"You alright, Omi?" you wonder, standing up from the kitchen table. Takeomi shrugs, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

"Throat's sore as hell." He takes a few swigs, then turns to you.

"I can make you some tea if you want," you reply, smiling. Your nose is still red, but Takeomi can forgive that.

"I need a hug and a kiss." He opens his arms for you, and you oblige, leaning into his embrace and tucking your semi-wet face into his skin. "And a kiss?"

At his reminder, you lift your face, close your eyes, and pucker your lips. But Takeomi doesn't kiss you. Instead, he wipes your wet eyes, staring down at your puffy face in adoration.

"Why do you cry, my sweet?" he whispers, and you open your eyes. You look so sad, so forlorn, so dismayed. Takeomi's heart stops at the sight. "Are you upset with me?"

"No," you affirm, shaking your head. "Never."

"Then why are these tears running down my baby's face?" Takeomi wipes the fresh ones and clicks his tongue as you press your face back into his chest. "This won't do," he coos at you, stooping to pick you up. He scoops you into his arms and carries you to the bed, holding you against his chest even as he sits down on the comfy king. He positions you so your head is on his chest and you're straddling him; his hands run over your back and caress whatever he can touch.

"You know," Takeomi begins, regaining some sensibility. "I once had an awful time with my brother. Couldn't take care of him for shit. The guilt ate me up for years." Takeomi swallows hard. "Thought I had gotten past it." The unspoken fact that he still hadn't gotten past it didn't need to be mentioned. You knew already.

"Anyway, you shouldn't beat yourself up over all this." Takeomi strokes your hair carefully, leaning back onto the headboard. "This one was all me."

"Omi," you whimper, but he shushes you.

"I can handle it." His shoulders slump. "I'll take the blame for this. But you're my number one priority."

"But you'll drink--"

"No," Takeomi asserts. "It's not helping." You pull away from him, leaving his chest a wet, cold mess. You sniff and look up at him, holding his face between your hands.

"We should see someone about this. About everything."

"I'd do that for you." He takes your hand and kisses each fingertip, savoring the feeling of the unique fingerprint rubbing against his skin. What would he have done if you'd been taken away from him like Shin? "For us." He tilts your chin up with tender fingers. "And I still love you." And he kisses you like he means it.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #hajime kokonoi #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi

[simpforchuchu]

Bonten!Mikey x Doctor!Reader x Bonten

A/n: New serie yayy xjejd Hope you like it..

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: guns, blood, violence

Other parts

The Bonten building was this quiet for the first time. Bonten executives were walking nervously in the room. They didn't know what to do and the atmosphere was getting more and more tense.

"What are we going to do? His wound is bad. We have to find a reliable doctor."

While Koko was changing the diaper on Mikey's wound, he frightenedly asked the others. The bleeding had stopped, but the bullet was still inside and had to be removed immediately.

Ran and Rindou let out a deep sigh and Sanzu was spinning around the room like crazy. Finally, Takeomi couldn't stand it, and he stopped him.

"Stop it! I can't think because of you."

Sanzu roared in anger

"Because your stupid brain doesn't have the ability to think, Takeomi!"

Kakucho didn't want the two of them to fight, so he quickly stepped between them.

"You two stop it. Now is not the time. We must find a solution, and immediately."

Sanzu moved away from Takeomi and slammed his hand against the wall angrily. He leaned his head against the wall and a few minutes later turned his back on them with a sudden idea.

"I found it! I found a reliable doctor! But if Mikey finds out we brought her here, he might kill us."

Sanzu was grinning maniacally as everyone stared at him in surprise.

***

"Are you crazy, Sanzu? Mikey hasn't approached her in years to protect her. Now you're thinking of kidnapping her? Mikey will kill us!"

Takeomi, Sanzu, and Koko were watching the woman Sanzu mentioned from the car window. The young woman had just come out of the hospital and was walking to the parking lot to go home. It was quite late.

Sanzu turned to him with Koko's words.

"There's no other way, Koko. We can only trust her. I'm sure she'll do anything for Mikey."

Koko shook his head.

"We can't kiddnap her Sanzu, Mikey will really kill us."

"Okay then stay in the car."

Sanzu got angry and got out of the car.

***

As the young woman approached her car, she sensed that someone was following her and reached for the pepper spray in her bag. She would squeeze it if she needed it.

When she reached out to open the car door, she stopped with the metal against her head. She understood that it was a gun. She calmly called out to the man behind her.

"What do you want? Money? I don't have a lot of money on me."

Sanzu laughed at the woman's kindness and lowered the gun to her neck.

"I want you to come with me, doctor. Or should I say y/n?"

Hearing her name, she flinched. She didn't know how he knew her name, but it frightened her.

"Why should I go with you? Look, if you let me go, I won't tell police"

Sanzu gave a small laugh and pressed the gun

"You're so cute y/n-chan but I don't have time for that. Now you're coming with me quietly or I'll blow your brains off."

The woman shook her head, and Sanzu grabbed the young woman's arm and pressed the gun to her waist.

The young woman was holding her bag nervously. After a little while, she thought it was time, and she elbowed Sanzu's stomach and sprayed the spray on his face.

"Fuck! You little bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

As Y/n fled, Sanzu was holding his eye in pain. Y/n started to run quickly and just as she was about to enter the building, someone approached from behind and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Don't scream. Give me what you have in your hand. I won't hurt you, I just want you to come with me."

When Y/n looked up in horror, seeing a man tall and  with dark hair holding her tightly, she nodded and handed him the spray.

At that time, Sanzu had come near them. Sanzu walked in front of the woman and looked at her. When Y/n saw who it was, her eyes widened in fear. "Sanzu?"

Sanzu smiled with reddened eyes and stroked the young woman's cheek. "This really hurt y/n-chan. But lucky for you, we need you." Sanzu was smiling broadly as Y/n looked at him in surprise. ***

The ride was quiet. Koko was driving, Takeomi was pointing her gun to the woman, and Sanzu was watching the two of them in the rearview mirror.

Y/n didn't think she could escape. These were the Bonten members. Besides, y/n's eyes and hands were tied, how could she escape?

When the car stopped after a while, the young woman was startled. Takeomi got out and helped her get down as well. She realized that they were getting into the elevator from the noises she heard around, and she got a little closer to Takeomi because she was afraid.

When the sound of the elevator door opening was heard, she realized that someone else had taken her arm. The smell of perfume was the smell she got from Sanzu.

After walking for a while, she heard a door opening sound and there were men talking inside. Everyone looked at the girl on Sanzu's arm in surprise.Kakucho recognized her immediately, while the Haitanians recognized her a little later.

"Are you out of your mind? He's going to kill you this time?"

As Y/n listened in surprise, Sanzu spoke "As long as he doesn't die, it's fine with me."

Sanzu smiled and stroked the young woman's hair.

"Now I'm going to untie your eyes and hands. I want you to heal someone for me. Be a good girl y/n-chan. Agreed?"

Y/n nodded her head and Sanzu untied the ropes. When Y/n opened her eyes, she first tried to get used to the light. Then her eyes looked at the people in the room first, they were very familiar.

Soon after, she saw someone lying on the bed. When she examined his face, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Mikey?"

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[xalhaau]

How They Reacted After You Announced ‘ I’m Pregnant.’

Ft : Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Rindou Haitani, Kakucho Hitto.

Tw : afab reader, mentions of panic attacks, usage of a g4n, trauma, pregnancy tests ofc.

note : im not really sure how obgyn’s work totally so if it doesnt make sense, sorry.

Ran Haitani— Calm but crying internally.

He literally was pale for at least a good minute or two, this man was horrified, not in a bad way but not in a good way yk? Ran was trying real hard not to just pass out due to the shock, this dude isn’t ever known for getting shocked, he’s the most nonchalant person you could know but he was actually having a panic attack, yep.

—

“ Ran, i’m pregnant.”

He was actually enjoying his coffee until he spat on his new crisp suit when you said that, thanks to you. Ran had to look you in the eyes to make sure your lying or not until you shoved the pregnancy test up into his face, “ What..” He wasn’t disappointed since he knew this would come sooner or later but right now.?

For goodness sakes, he was so busy with his life currently, could he even handle a child? Ran was currently stuck in a whirlpool of thoughts about the future and this child until your voice poled through his thoughts “ Um hello, earth to Ran?” He shot his head towards your eyes as you sighed, “ I know your life is really busy as of right now but I wanted to keep the child even if it would be hard to raise, what do you think?” Tapping nails on the table as the mans mouth was left agape from shock as he was deep in thought “ Are you being serious?” Nodding your head towards the Bonten executive, “ I mean.. this is a big change, you know. We’ll get through it together though.” A shaky smile was sent towards you.

This played a big part for Ran since he never really grew up with a father figure much less a mother figure in his and Rindou’s life due to them walking out at a young age to fend for themselves on the streets of Japan. Though, this decision was a new level of mature, he was for sure not to regret this life changing moment.

Sanzu Haruchiyo— Shocked and confused.

Mf would probably ask “ How!?!” As if he wasn’t apart of it LMFAO, would definitely leave the house and go do Bonten business for at least like a day and then come home to you apologizing on his knees, for sure. He’d be scared for the child in your tummy since he was never loved as a child obviously but with a little comfort and a lot of reassurance from you, he was okay. ( He’d probably get drunk and would come home.)

—

“ Haruchiyo, I think we need to talk.”

Your boyfriend stared at you cluelessly thinking he was in trouble, literally, as a deep sigh was heard from you “ I’m pregnant.” silence “ And, im keeping the baby.” Sanzu looked like his eyes were about to gouge out “ What, how?!” He raged out.

To be quite honest, he’s never imagined having kids due to his traumatic childhood.

He looked for any signs of you lying and obviously couldn’t find any as you handed the pregnancy test to him, Sanzu was visibly shaking and then stood up abruptly, grabbing his pistol on the coffee table and walked out with his keys, jacket, and of course, his infamous bottle of pills.

…

It had literally been over three days and no signs of Sanzu were tracked, of course you didn’t want to contact any Bonten members due to the fact, you didn’t even have their numbers.

You read the digital clock on the coffee table that Sanzu’s pistol was once on three days ago, 11:37, you sighed and tied up your hair as you locked the front door of the penthouse and closed the door of your bedroom, getting ready for bed.

Drifting into a sleep until you heard the front door open as you jumped up and locked the bedroom door, you grabbed the gun inside of the small safe under Sanzu’s night stand and hid in the corner of the generously large room.

Lazy footsteps could be heard through the hallway as you prepared for the worst scenarios despite the fact that you lived on the 73rd floor in a penthouse, dumb you.

With a rattling door handle, you gripped the gun and turned the safety off while putting your finger on the trigger, “ Break down the door and i’ll shoot through the door!” You yelled towards the intruder as the door handle stopped moving as adrenaline flew through you.

It was quiet, very quiet until you heard a stutter “ S me princess, ‘m sorry for leavin..” A very slurred and obviously drunk Sanzu was currently apologizing as the adrenaline rush stopped.

You opened up the safe and locked the pistol back up as you unlocked the door, finding a sight you’ve never seen before.

Sanzu was currently on his knees with hazy, teary eyes as you could hear soft sniffles from him with a couple tears running down his cheeks, “ M’ so sorry.” He slurred out with a reek of alcohol that was very clear on his clothes and in his mouth.

Rindou Haitani— Found out before you could tell him.

As cliche as it sounds, he found out before you could tell him. You were probably cooking dinner and he went to use the guest bathroom instead, due to the fact, it was literally the closest to the kitchen. I just know he found the test on the counter and had a whole question mark above his head and contemplated whether to ask you about it or not, which he did ofc. ( definitely the most chill out of all of them.)

—

“ I’m home!”

Keys jangled with the sounds of sizzling vegetables on a pan with footsteps of fancy dress shoes as Rindou took off his shoes from work, taking off all his layers of clothing and neatly folding it to pick it up after dinner.

You were cooking dinner as Rindou sneaked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and peeking from behind your shoulder to see what was for dinner as you smiled at him.

You had just gotten home from work around an hour ago and ran to the store to get a pregnancy test which you took in the guest bathroom since you knew Rindou wouldn’t find it because he never uses the guest bathroom, much to your suspicions, all of the tests you took were all positive. (yay for you)

Rindou walked away from you as you glanced at him and returned back to cooking, “ I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back.” He winked at you with a chuckle as you sautéed the vegetables.

Closing the restroom door as he walked inside the bathroom, a couple pregnancy tests were present on the counter as he picked one up, looking it front to back and then looked at the lines, 1 line and.. 2 lines.

He shoved it into his pocket and went about his restroom business, obviously.

Rindou walked up towards you as you were already putting both plates on the table as you sat down, smiling at Rindou as he sat down, giving you the signature Haitani smirk.

You grabbed a fork, munching onto the homemade food you made as Rindou just stared at you, “ What are you staring at , Rindou?” You looked up at your fiancé as he shrugged “ Nothing.” Nodding as you began eating once more.

Pulling out the pregnancy test that he stuffed inside his pocket, he held it up “ Whats this.?” At such a surprise, you choked on your food as Rindou handed you water while internally face palming himself due to your obvious clumsiness.

You let out a giggle and looked into Rindou’s eyes, “ You know what it is, Haitani.” A grin could be seen on your face “ Confident, coming from someone who just choked on their food.” A shared laugh was heard at the dining table.

Kakucho Hitto— Happy and excited.

It was actually a planned pregnancy, so no, your child was not an accident literally. You and Kakucho were actually in a good place and have been trying for a couple months now and you guys both found out at the same that you were currently 7 weeks pregnant, this man will make lists about everything he needs to buy for when you deliver the baby which definitely isn’t soon.

—

“ Are you ready to go, babe?”

Kakucho was currently carrying a notepad along with a black pen, checking down everything on his list to make sure nothing is forgotten when you guys go to the doctors after trying for a little while.

paperwork holder

photo frame

tote bag

snacks ( must need )

a couple drinks

If you couldn’t tell, he was excited as he put the tote bag on his shoulder along with two jackets, one for him and one for you, while grabbing keys to the family BMW car.

He bought a whole SUV just for the future baby, no matter how hard it was to get pregnant.

…

Like a gentleman, Kakucho held your hand proudly and rubbed your hand with his thumb as you guys waited for the doctor to call you guys into a room as you meekly fidgeted with Kakucho’s hand nervously.

“ Mr and Mrs. Hitto?”

You guys got up as Kakucho carried the tote bag and your purse, holding your hand while being side by side with you, marching behind the doctor like a proud soldier of his country.

Laying down on a table, you shivered at the cold gel onto your stomach as the doctor moved the ultrasound transducer on your belly as she looked around inside your stomach, searching for any signs of life until she paused and looked at her screen, seeing a tiny fetus, the size of 3/8 of a grape.

She looked up towards you and smiled “ Do you see what I see, ma’am?” You nodded as you looked towards Kakucho, he was currently shocked, mouth agape as you chuckled at him.

#sanzu haruchiyo fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst to comfort #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani #rindou haitani #rindou fluff #haitani brothers #kakucho hitto #kakucho fluff #pregnancy #headcannons

[moodyclouds89]

Rindou x fem reader

Fluff

She looks just like a dream

Rindou felt like throwing himself off a flight of stairs. He was frustrated by how his morning started off.

First his alarm didn't go off and he woke up late. He had to quickly get ready and didn't have time to eat any breakfast since it was getting late.

Second, while on his way to Bonten headquarters he got stuck in traffic. Making him even more late than he already was. He had to wait a whole 10 minutes until it cleared off and he was able to quickly rush to work.

Once he arrived he quickly rushed out of his car and into the building. He looked at his watch and saw that he was 20 minutes late to the meeting that was being held.

"Shit"

He cursed under his breath. His phone started ringing but he didn't mind answering it.

He burst open the door with big deep breaths. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at an out of breath rindou.

"Oh he here" ran said with a teasing look which caused rindou to scowl. He made his way to his seat and sat down with a pissed off expression.

"Well then, since everyone is now here we can start the meeting."

-

The meeting was longer than usual. He couldn't wait to go home for the day, so when mikey dismissed the meeting rindou was the first one out the door.

All Rindou wanted to do was get some takeout and go home. After finding a restaurant and ordering his order, Rindou was excited to go home and relax for the day.

He got his order and left the restaurant. While on his way to the parking lot, Rindou received a phone call. He looked at the caller Id and saw that it was his brother.

"What do you want?"

"Well why are you so grumpy today?" Rin scoffed and almost hung up until ran spoke again.

"Can you do me a little favor?"

"Depends"

"Can you buy me some takeout? I'm still in my office finishing up some paperwork."

"No"

"C'mon just do this small little favor for your older brother okay?" He sighed and looked at the time. It was only 5 so he still had time.

"Fine"

"Thanks! I owe you one."

He then hung up and walked to his car. He decided on ordering from rans favorite restaurant so he started the car and drove away. Once he got there he quickly ordered the food and then left to go drop off Ran's food.

He arrived back at the office and exited his car with rans takeout in his hands. He once again got a call from his brother.

"Are you here?" 

"I'm almost there- HEY WATCH I-" He yelled when someone bumped into him. He quickly turned to the person only to see that it was a girl.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry I wasn't looking!" 

All rindou could do was stare. It was like he was stuck in some sort of trance. You apologize one last time before walking away in a hurry.

Rin watches as you slowly disappear from his view. He snapped back into reality when he heard ran in the other line.

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh uh- yeah." 

He said and hung up before quickly running inside the building.

-

Rin made it to rans office and opened the door to see sanzu sitting down on one of the couches ran has.

"Ah finally! I'm starving!" Ran said before grabbing the takeout bag from rins hands and thanking him. 

"Oh? Rindou are you okay? You seem- a little flustered." Sanzu said, which confused rindou.

"Huh?" He took out his phone camera and saw the tinted pink blush on his cheeks.

"Oh what happened while you were out there?" Ran said in a teasing voice. Rin then remembers about the girl he bumped into earlier.

"Fuck! You guys won't believe what just happened!" They both looked at him confused but signal him to continue.

"I ran into this girl earlier when I was on the phone with you ran and fuck- she was beautiful." He said and ran and sanzu eyed each other before looking back at rindou who haded this lovesick look on his face.

"I'm telling you guys! She was just- she looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl I've ever seen" sanzu crackle while ran started teasing rin.

"Oh? Love at first sight?" Sanzu teased and rindou looked away in embarrassment.

"Simp" ran coughed which made Sanzu laugh even more.

You were in his mind all day after that

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[mackjlee9]

~congratulations on 2 thousand!! can I ask for a Manjiro with 85, 41 and 55 smut?? thank you if you do this, but you can ignore it. have a nice day!! 💞

Thank you for requesting~ 😊

Smut Prompts; 'Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you're rough,' 'What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?' & 'Is my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off.'

Warning; bonten!mikey, dry humping, thigh riding, ruined orgasm.

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) [Tokyo Revengers]

Please, enjoy the event~

After a long day of having to deal with all the brats that wanted to be part of Bonten, claiming they were "worth it", (M/n) got home with quite a headache, he furrowed his eyebrows, and let out a heavy sigh, heading to the couch in the living room after taking his coat and shoes off.

With a groan, he sat down. He leaned back on and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose. Right then and there, all he wanted was to sleep, but he knew that if he did that he was gonna wake up with an even more painful headache, so he was gonna get up, get something to eat, drink some water and maybe take a shower before going to bed. He wanted to relax after a tiring and annoying day, but someone else had other plans.

Mikey had sat down next to him on the couch, when did he do it? (M/n) had no idea, but he now knew that Mikey's hands were touching places that they shouldn't at the moment. Of course, Mikey didn't care or he just didn't notice, his hands trailing down his abdomen, inching his face close to the male and placing kisses on his neck.

(M/n) didn't have the willpower to push his partner away, so he just let Mikey do his thing, best thing was that his gentle touches were relaxing him, with help with his tense body. But it didn't just stay there, Mikey started getting bolder with his caresses, his intentions as clear as water now, and (M/n) had to stop him.

He held Mikey's wrist, opening his eyes and glancing down at him, "I'm not in the mood, Manjiro."

"Well, I am, and I've been waiting for you all day~" without caring about what (M/n) just told him, Mikey straddled the male's hips, grinding his ass down on (M/n)'s crotch, and yet again, his actions didn't get a single reaction out of the (h/c) haired male. "C'mon, just for a little bit?"

Making eye contact with the white-haired male, (M/n) let out a sigh, placing his hands on Mikey's hips, tilting his head back enough to make the male sitting on him understand that he wanted to kiss him. Eager, Mikey leaned down and did just that, his lips rubbing against (M/n)'s, their tongue soon touching.

And yet again, it wasn't enough for Mikey. He felt and noticed how (M/n)'s kisses and touches were so slow and gentle, almost sweet, it made his heart pound and get nervous, feelings that he wasn't used to, so he couldn't help but break the kiss and point it out.

"Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you're rough," he whispered against (M/n)'s lips, wrapping his arms around his shoulder.

(M/n) only scoffed, tightening his grip on Mikey's hips, "What makes you think I'm going to fuck you? I told you I'm not in the mood, Manjiro."

Mikey whined, moving his hands down to undo (M/n)'s pants, stroking his soft cock over his clothes, but his wrists were held behind his back, (M/n)'s face suddenly too close to his.

"Is my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off," taking it as a challenge, Mikey positioned one of his legs in between (M/n)'s thigh, slowly starting to grind his hips back and forth, getting faster by the second.

His eyes started gathering tears, his face colored red, feeling embarrassed under (M/n)'s stoic stare, whining and whimpering quietly every time he felt his orgasm close only to slip away like water through his fingers. More times than he could count, his hips stuttered, his cock throbbing as it leaked cum, wetting his underwear, groaning in annoyance as he couldn't get himself into a proper orgasm.

Whilst he was struggling with overstimulating and edging himself, (M/n) was silently enjoying Mikey's helpless expression, watching he kept ruining his orgasms, unable to satisfy himself like he could do it. It was amusing, he would've laughed if he were meaner, but no, he just observed, delighted with the sight and the noises he was offered.

(my sister is making me play free fire with her, and I almost couldn't write this in time)

#.mackjlee9's 2k event #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #tokyorev x reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #lime #smut prompts #writing event

[highkeykithes]

The Forbidden Embrace

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Synopsis: Ran has been in his head too much lately.

Pairing: (Bonten!) Ran Haitani x (Fem!) Reader

Contains: Mother!Reader, Father!Ran, Angst?, Fluff!

A/N: This is also posted on my ao3 acc - 3AMVIBE

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The soft sheets cover the bottom half of your body, waist down. Your chest rose up and down with every breath that emerged from your parted lips. You were laid sideways, arms stretched out and curving around your sons body.

Your boyfriend sat on that opposite side, legs off the bed as he faces the vanity placed in your shared room. The mirror had a few pictures of you and him, mostly ones from the beginning of your relationship. The new ones were stored around the home. But he wasn’t focused on that, he was more focused on himself in the mirror.

His violet eyes stare deep into his own features, bruises and scars covering his face.

“ Ran ?”

The man’s body jolted, but he kept his stare on himself in the mirror.

You rub your eyes as you sit up. “You alright?” You asked.

Why were you even with him? All he did was cause you trouble. You and your son.

You were supposed to get up early to drop off your son at daycare—which your college provides—before going to your morning classes. but not this early. He screwed up your sleep, again.

Just earlier you were studying and caring for your son. You had to stop taking notes just to open the door for him. You washed his clothes while he was in the shower before you accompanied him as he ate the dinner you warmed up from earlier. You talked with him about his day along with showing him the photos your son's daycare sends you when he’s in their care. As much as it is comforting to him, he can tell by your droopy eyes that you would rather be in bed.

He got you pregnant at such an early age in life. I mean, who willingly wants to get pregnant at twenty two years old? no wonder why you were tired all the time.

He would always talk about wanting kids. So the moment you found out you were pregnant, was the moment you decided you were going to be a mother.

And you did become a mother, at twenty three.

Oh and you were such a wonderful mom to your guys’ five month old son. putting him first instead of your studies. throughout the very start of your pregnancy you put school on hold. you finally enrolled back into it a few months ago.

You were doing all of it for a better life for your family.

All he is, is just a fuck up.

A hand smoothing its way over his shoulder snaps him back into reality, averting his eyes from his own. He looks to the side and there you are, right behind him. Your guys son is still close to the headboard.

Both your arms snake over his shoulders and cross over his chest. You were on your knees as your head rested against his own. His loose hair rubbing against yours.

“rough night?” You mumble, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

His lips part, wanting to say something. Anything. But no words could come out.

“Wanna talk about it?”

about what. how he doesn’t deserve you?

No, he didn't want to talk. He didn’t want to talk about anything.

“[son name] missed you…” your fingers run through his hair, your other caressing his cheek. “He would not stop playing with my locket” you softly smile, staring at the necklace he got you for your birthday neatly displayed on your mirror.

You looked back at your son's father, a smile turning into a brief frown when you noticed he didn’t even budge.

You mentally sigh and retreat your hands. You move yourself over the bed, careful not to wake up your son. You take a seat next to the man and shuffle your arm under his left, reaching to intertwine your hands.

Looking in the mirror you could tell your son's features favored his fathers. His pastel violet eyes are curtained by [color] hair. He already had the same face structure as Ran. He had baby fat, but you could tell [son name] would grow up into a masculine body.

You avert your eyes down to where your hands connect. you smile…

“I think I might quit school”

Ran almost immediately snaps back into reality once again and stares down at you. His lips part with furrowed brows. “What? Why?” He tried to keep quiet, afraid your son might wake up.

You pat his arm before rubbing it. “I don’t want [son name] being taken care of by random people. I want him to know I'm his mom and that I’m the only one who's supposed to be taking care of him” Your thumb brushes over his knuckles.

“you are his mother, [name]”

You shake your head. “What mother makes others take care of their children” You had tears threatening to form in your eyes, it had Ran wanting to cry too.

“Mikey said if I needed to I could take time off to help whenever!” He informs, releasing your hand so he can kneel in front of you. His hands on your thighs as his face looks up at you.

You reach a hand out and caress his cheek as you shake your head, “Mikey…” You could feel Ran lean into your touch, worried eyes still glued on to you. “You’re a man who provides for his family, keep it that way” you state, raising your other hand to cup his other cheek. “Let’s not fuck up like our parents did, okay?” You softly spoke.

But he already did. He’s a part of the biggest gang in Japan. He murders people. And he got you, a college student pregnant. What else can he do that’ll make him a horrible person.

“you’re so close to finishing school—” He lifts a hand from your thigh, using it to pinch his fingers centimeters apart to express his words. However, you caught his hand with yours and pushed it back down.

“Ran” The second time you called him by his name that night. It made his body go stiff as his ears opened wider than normal. A single breath leaves his parted lips, saving the rest until you’re done speaking.

“I don’t want my child in someone else’s care. I don’t want them to experience his first steps or words. And I don’t want you missing them either” You start off, going back to combing his hair with your fingers. “Plus, isn’t that the reason we live in a gated home? Isn’t that the reason Mikey’s gone so easy on you missing meetings or jobs? Because he understands a child needs his father as much as the father needs his child” Your words never left his head. And he knew they never would.

You were so genuine with the way you spoke, along with the words you chose to use. Your smile is deeply engraved in his mind, as well as your beautiful features. The way you care for your child and never get upset or complain about his recent absences. Hell, even sometimes you have to remind him how to hold [son name]. And your laugh when doing so is just music to his ears.

Ran’s lips briefly quiver as you finish your sentence. He lines them shut and closes his eyes before throwing himself forward and wrapping his arms around your lower body. His head leaning on your chest, his own body now between your legs. His grip was tight, never wanting to let you go.

You were taken aback by his sudden action. Your smile erased as your mouth was now the one parted. Your arms were no longer around him, just stilled in the air from where they once were.

Ran’s slender arms softly dig into your back. “ I love you so much ” His words are muffled in your shirt, but you always understand him. “ I love you, I love [son name], I love Rindou… ” You could hear him starting to choke on his words.

You wanted to tear up hearing him mention his brother. You blink which causes a few tears to spill. Finally, you wrap your arms around him and lean down to rest the side of your face on the top of his head. You smile…

“marry me, Ran Haitani ”

The man fully breaks down. He lets his tears fall, staining your shirt as brief gasps escape his mouth. You could feel his body shaking and jerking with every air he intakes. His arms around you loosened and fell on the bed, only his head on your chest and knees on the ground hold him up.

“Shh, shh” You quietly call out past sobs as you rub your hand up and down his back. “you’re gonna wake up [son name]” you smile.

You pull his head back and shuffle out of his arms, walking behind him to your vanity.

He continues to sit there, staring at the ground as he occasionally wipes his tears and runny nose. His shoulders twitch up with every gasp he made, jaw starting to hurt from the clench.

He hears you shuffling in the bottom drawer, but he refuses to look. Only when you walk back and scoot your back against the bed right next to him is when he turns his head. You two were at perfect eye level, your body’s close enough to feel each other’s warmth.

You open up your cupped hands and reflecting in his violet eyes were two rich, silver, diamond rings. The jewelry sparkled like stars; however, they weren’t as close to beautiful as you.

“Nothing can symbolize our love. Not these rings, not even [son name]. Only we can prove our love to one another” You reach a hand out and gently turn his head so he completely faces you. “Will you, Ran Haitani, be my husband?” You wipe some tears off his face.

You loved him. You will always love him.

You’re marrying him because you love him .

Ran didn’t waste another second, he shuffled to his feet and picked you up on the way. He then lets go of you before using those same hands to wrap under your arms, pulling you close to his chest.

“Only if you want to be my wife, no matter what” His words were clearer now. He was no longer crying out tears of sadness, but they were now tears of reassurance.

You give little space between you both, pressing your foreheads together so you two can look down at the rings in your hand.

You take one, and he takes the other. Ran chuckles past a cough and sniffles one last time.

Carefully and softly, Ran puts the ring on you first. The piece of jewelry sliding over your ring finger is so perfect, as if it was the final puzzle piece. And damn did diamonds look good on you.

You then took Rans left hand, using your right to slide on his ring. “I’m tired of referring to you as a boyfriend” You smile, rubbing his knuckles once the ring reaches the base. “Plus, you’re the only man I would do anything for. except [son name], obviously” you giggle, using your other hand to brush against his cheek.

Rans tears we’re long gone, unless you count the stained ones on his face and your shirt. But god was he so happy.

He wanted to call Rindou, Sanzu, Mikey, everyone! He wanted to tell them the good news. Of course he’d get teased for not being the one doing the proposal, but he couldn’t care less.

“Why are you, a college student, buying expensive rings like this?” He mumbles, pulling your body’s close together. his arms around you as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

You lean into his chest and copy his actions. “I was asking Rin about your ring size. Hajime overheard and immediately texted me that he would buy them” You admit, trailing shapes on his back.

The man scoffs. “He spoils you guys too much” He says, referring to you and the baby on the bed who Koko was the godfather too.

Speaking of the baby, the infant began making coo’s while scrunching his face as he twisted around the dark brown sheets.

Ran let’s go of you first, making his way back over to the bed and looming over it to pick up his son. He cradles [son name] in his arms, immediately quieting him down. He didn’t even get a chance to open his eyes, he fell back into a deep slumber next to his fathers warm chest.

“He heard about the celebration and wanted to join” he rocks him side to side. “ mama and papa are finally getting married? whaaaat ” he voices for the infant, making you smile.

He looks up to you. “So which guys know about this?” He asked.

You shrug and wave it off. “not that much” you assure, taking a seat next to him as you softly kiss your son's head. “Rin, Hajime, Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho…” you trail off, already using up a hand to count.

Ran doesn’t mind. Right now all he wanted to think about was his family. You and [son name].

He never imagined when he first met you that you would be the mother of his child.

You were in the middle of your gap year making extra cash to buy textbooks. You worked at a club where the main men of Bonten would usually be found a few times every other week.

You worked behind the counter until your boss said you had some people requesting you to be their server. Your boss was all about money, so he tended to bend the rules a little. you agreed since most of the men at the club liked to tip big time. dancers and servers.

One night you were assigned to Bontens private room. You practically stayed there the entire night since they paid for full stay. You would take their request, go back out to the counter, and rerouted back to them.

At the end of the night their boss, Mikey, had threatened that if you told a living soul about their meeting he would personally kill you with his own hands. The others gave teasing remarks towards you and your features.

But Ran, your now so ever loving husband, was the last to leave that night. He had told you that you were just way too pretty to be working somewhere like there. That was it. Just one flirty comment.

Ever since then, Mikey requested you be their server whenever they were there. And every time, each of them would leave their own tip. Every time, Ran would tip you the most followed by a new comment.

Now, Ran lays on his side and admires your beautiful sleeping features. Your son in between the both of you sleeping peacefully as his tiny hand wraps around his fathers finger.

When you finally fell back asleep he texted Mikey, telling him he’d be taking a few days off to spend it with you and [son name]. He got the confirmation text along with a congratulations on the proposal. By now he’s more than reassured that everything will work out fine. Especially since you finally informed him about the online program your school offers.

He’s more than ready to become an amazing husband and father to the family he created.

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