#❦ the vips

[eetherealgoddess]

Hey, I just had a really good idea for u to write. A yandere bonten and a singer/ famous reader. I really love your writing style, and I get sooo excited when I see u post something 🫶🤭

Thank youu!! I get excited for good requests :)

ꨄMelodic Ruinꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Famous Singer Au

❦You’re an artist who caught Bonten’s attention❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

(Mostly Mikey but you’ll see what I mean)

❣︎I know in real life the manager doesn’t “own” the singer, but in this story, the reader will have signed all of their artistic rights to the manager so that the plot will make sense❣︎

Not fully proofread

Japanese language is red

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Melodic Ruin

Claps could be heard echoing throughout the concert hall as you stood on the surface with a sweet smile, thanking the audience before walking off the stage, the lights shutting off behind you as the crowd began to make their leave. The long dress you wore hugging your figure as the train of the fabric followed behind. You had just completed the last performance for your concert, your hands rubbing along your sides as you released a breath of relief. Of course you don’t get as much anxiety as you did when you first started singing in front of thousands of people, you just really cared about your craft. A perfectionist you could say. This particular performance was important as well considering the extra onlookers your manager warned you about, you having noticed a few of the “important” people in the VIP seats when you were on the stage.

You are ranked as a famous singer in your country, not having been worldwide just yet besides the few videos of you singing at home or in the studio that went viral, as well as your first album that was released recently. You’re a new industry baby, but you’re still trying to keep your own personality in your work without getting controlled by any record deal which is why you’re an independent artist. You take pride in your art, creative by heart and ambitious by nature. It took you quite a few years of releasing singles and singing social media videos to finally get noticed for your talent. You’re proud of yourself which is something that doesn’t happen often enough. You’re not exactly at the top yet but you’re not mad with where you’re at.

“Good job, Y/n! You’ve caught quite the attention!” Your manager greets you just as you made it backstage, offering you the business card in her hand. You look down and take the paper on your own, eyeing the print. Your eyes widened.

“I got invited to perform in JAPAN?!” You exclaim. Never have you ever gotten an opportunity to go out of the country, only touring around local concerts although still popular by demand.

“A private, high classed lounge owned by club owners Haitani Ran and Haitani Rin! Isn’t this great news?” She beams as she holds her hands up. You look at her with your eyes glistening, a wide smile on your face as you feel so grateful for the opportunity. And to be personally invited to perform at this specific lounge is a huge deal for you. You’ll have more of a chance at getting acquainted with bigger connections. It’s intimidating, yet you couldn’t help the excitement that your hard work is finally paying off even bigger than it has.

“We’re leaving first thing tomorrow so get your bags packed because it’s gonna be a long trip!” Your manager says before giving your arms a tight squeeze. “You deserve this, Y/n. Bask in it now because before you know it, you’ll be attracting even bigger opportunities.” She walks off, leaving you with the business card as you read the print once more.

You immediately change before packing your bags when you make it home, excitement making it hard to fall asleep although eager for the next day to come. It was early in the morning when you and your manager met at the airport holding your private jet. Checking your consistent notifications as well as scrolling through social media. Sitting on the plane was full of thought while you listened to the music blasting from your headphones, thinking about the venue you’d be performing at. How intimate it’ll be to sing amongst all of those people who will be judging you, observing your creativity to see if it’s worth the profit.

An empty estate was offered to you and your manager, coming upon a penthouse once your driver dropped you off. Your manager basked in the luxury as she unpacked, talking your ear off as if she’s more excited than you. You chuckle at the thought before heading to your own bedroom to unpack, an eyebrow raising at the name tagged on the door. When you opened the door, you were met with a modernized luxury bedroom. The body sized window gives you a beautiful view of the city from above. You stood there a moment before turning around to get your outfit ready for the night, already having notified your manager to not call the stylist since you already had an idea of what you were going to wear.

When evening finally struck you had just climbed into the vehicle, your driver helping you in before shutting the door behind you, along with your two security guards who traveled with you. Your manager sat in the passenger seat, the black suv moving along as you eye through the tinted window. Your nerves are struck, having never performed in a country other than your own. Especially with the presence of numerous important individuals, you couldn’t afford to make any rookie mistakes.

When you arrived, you were helped out of the car, different locals being held back by guards already posted for the lounge, keeping the crowd behind the ropes as you walked along the red carpet. You waved and smiled as people screamed your name and song lyrics, cameras flashing as well as paparazzi ready for the next best shot. Finally making it inside, you were greeted with a beautiful melody, red covering the walls with a marble floor. Gold decor plastered along as well as the large chandelier hanging from the middle of the room.

A red rug sat in the middle of the floor along with cushioned chairs and glass tables, a bar across from the stage as well as many people conversing with champagne and other alcoholic beverages. A woman holds a microphone on the stage, entertaining the audience with beautiful harmony. Everyone wears all black formal attire, causing you to look down at your shimmery, golden gown with a grimace. You turn to your manager as you both walk down the hall in the opposite direction, heading for the dressing room.

“I thought I was supposed to wear gold.” You say softly. She smirks.

“You are. Don’t forget, Y/n. This is your special night.”

My special night, right.

You take a deep breath before one of your security guards opens the dressing room.

Your eyes perk at the man standing inside. He turns his head back before walking towards you with a smile. You eye his purple orbs before examining the suit accenting his broad figure. His neck tattoo displays a symbol you’ve never seen before, though it fit him well. Fingers run through his short, dyed hair as he gets closer.

“Welcome, Y/n. Haitani, Ran.” He states, holding a hand out. You smile politely, ignoring your anxiety as you shake his hand. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his skin felt against yours.

“Hello, Mr. Haitani. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” You beam, subconsciously rubbing your palms against the fabric of your dress, refraining from picking at the dress.

“Please, call me Ran. The pleasure is all mine. We are grateful to have you here.” He says, before connecting his lips with the back of your hand, gaze still holding yours. You felt your face warm, having never been handled so gently by a man considering the type of males that live in your hometown. Your manager walks up, both of them greeting each other, though her body is slightly tense when she gives him a tight smile. You fail to notice the display of tension, too focused on the tingling sensation lingering from the contact with your hand.

“I see that gold fits you very well. Best choice I’ve ever made.” He chuckled. So he recommended it to your manager?

That brings you comfort knowing you hadn’t made a mistake, after all it never felt good to be the odd one out because of misinformation.

“Indeed it is. Y/n, let’s get you ready to perform!” Your manager eased her arm around your shoulder before pulling you off, Ran waving bye as he exited the room while you shifted your gaze at her with confusion.

“What was that about?” You question her as she fixes her own makeup in the mirror.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The way you just interr…”

“Y/n.” She breathes out. “Let’s focus on your music, yeah?” She says as she touches up your face. You nod your head right before an employee comes in to queue you. You exhale before heading down the hall behind the stage.

“Please give a warm welcome to Ms. Y/n!”

Straightening your back, you stepped onto the stage, revealing yourself to the audience who claps and cheers, giving you the welcome you deserve. You gaze at the beautiful view of the crowd, noticing a familiar suit sitting with eight other interesting looking men. You greet the crowd right before the music begins, beginning your performance as everyone quiets down, along with the light over the audience dimming.

During your performance, you allow yourself to get lost in the music. Closing your eyes as your hand moves along, flowing with the melody as your beautiful voice harmonizes well with the piano. Your head tilts as you release a stronger note that comes from the base of your voice, tightening your grip on the microphone as you walk along the stage. The slit of your gown opens slightly, exposing your thigh as you move across the stage. Your gaze shifts to different sides of the lounge, making eye contact with a few of the audience members as some of them sway their upper bodies with your song.

The frequency of your voice brings a sense of calmness to the crowd, some with their palm holding their cheek up as they wear a smile, pleasantly losing themselves with you as they seem to be in a trance that locks them in to only you. Some lean into your presence as they gaze at your figure, nodding their heads occasionally to the flow as well as admiring your overall appearance.

Your manager stands behind the stage, out of the sight of everyone as she chews her nails, shifting her gaze to the eight males that sit upstairs with the best view of the stage. Her eyebrows furrow while her arms tremble slightly, unable to focus on anything else but the intimidating gazes stuck on you. The platform of her shoe taps against the ground as she exhales.

The music goes out just as your voice lingers the last note, eyes fluttering back open as a grin grows on your expression, all the while one of your arms lie out to the side. You set the microphone back on the stand after you bow with a “thank you,” as everyone claps. You accidentally catch Ran’s gaze as well as the other men just as you wave ‘goodbye’ to the audience. You meet your manager behind the stage as she gives you a smile and pulls you into a hug.

“Great job, Y/n! Now let’s celebrate.”

The night was spent drinking as well as having conversations with various people, discussing their businesses and hobbies as well as asking you numerous facts about yourself. Your manager seemed to have disappeared a while ago, leaving you to sit by yourself on a lounge chair, the dress hugging your legs as if you were a mermaid. You eye your phone’s screen while taking a sip of your champagne, eyeing the recent post of your own performance until the shadow of a person steals your attention.

“We need to go, now!” Your manager says before snatching your wrist, pulling you along as drops of liquid splash out of the glass.

“M/n? What the hell?” You gasp as you’re caught off guard, almost tripping over your own dress while she forces you to rush to the dressing room.

You yank your arm out of her grip before glaring at her.

“M/n! What is going on? Why have you been so on edge tonight?” She quickly gathers all of your stuff as you stare at her with disbelief. She pauses, failing to look at you.

“L-look. I’ll explain everything later. We just need to get out of Japan right now.”

“Wait a minute. I thought we were staying for a few days.” Your tone shifted to concern. “What’s wrong, M/n? Did something happen?” She drops the makeup supplies before turning to you and gripping your arms.

“I told you, Y/n! I will explain everything later, but right now we don’t have much time! We need to leave, now!” You gaze at her with shock along with fear as you become nervous by her own look of terror. Sweat sliding along the lining of her forehead along with her eyeliner slightly smeared with red eyes.

What the fuck is going on?

“Oh? What’s the rush? The party was just getting started.” A smooth voice says with amusement behind you. You watch as your manager’s eyes widened before you turned to meet your gaze with three men. Your eyes met a familiar purple though the rest of the features were slightly different, the purple mullet being the most prominent as well as the matching tattoo you saw on the male earlier. You guessed this man to be the other owner of the club, Haitani Rin.

Standing to his right is a man with golden eyes, blonde strands falling over his face along with his black hair pulled into a neat ponytail. His expression was light, holding a smile that you could mistake for politeness. He placed his hands in his pockets after shutting the door behind them. To the Haitani’s left is a man with narrowed blue eyes that seem to pierce into your soul, his pink mullet shaped perfectly around his beautiful features. Your gaze shifts to the scars placed at the corners of his mouth, furrowing your brows before you take in the situation at hand.

“What’s going on, M/n?” You side eye her as you watch her eyes widen. Her lips slightly apart as she tries to think of something to say.

“That was a beautiful performance, Y/n. Fitting for such a gorgeous woman.” The blonde says as he approaches, holding a hand out. The tiger in black ink on his neck added to the intimidating aura that contrasts with the expression on his face. He mimics Ran, bringing your limp hand to his lips while gazing into your eyes. A look of such intensity that you had to look away.

“Thank you…” You pause in expectance.

“Kazutora.” You nod with a polite smile before shifting your gaze to the others.

The tension in the room has yet to disappear. You couldn’t really focus on anything else but how scared your manager looks right now.

“M/n. It’d be in your best interest to follow us. The King wants to speak to you.” The pink haired one says, a look of satisfaction crossed his face when he states ‘the King,’ which causes you a little confusion by the title.

Kazutora takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along as you look behind to glance at your manager with a questioning look. You all walk out of the dressing room and through the hall. The only sounds being your heels clicking and their speech, nothing you could decipher because of the differing language.

“Surprised she’d be Mikey’s type.” Rin says to the other men.

“No kidding. Who knew a famous babe from Y/c would catch his eye?” Kazutora says while glancing at you.

“There’s a lot you two don’t know about Mikey.” The pink haired man replies.

“Hm, I guess you’re right Sanzu. Wonder how long it’ll take before blood sheds tonight.” Kazutora rubs his chin.

“Can’t wait to find out.” Sanzu smirks.

You turn back to glance at your manager who looks as though the color on her face has disappeared.

I hope I find out what’s going on with her.

You all arrive upstairs, walking down a hall before being met with an office. When you walked in, you noticed the other men who sat on the balcony with Ran, standing around the desk facing the entrance. Ran also in position though sitting in a chair next to the desk in the spacious room. A man with pale hair sits behind the desk with a sweater hanging off of his shoulders, dark eyes gazing into yours as Kazutora removes his arm and leads you to your seat. Your manager sits beside you on another chair, along with Rin standing by her side and Kazutora standing by yours, everyone facing the platinum haired male. Sanzu takes position beside the short man, standing by his chair with his hand holding the other.

You felt on edge, seven pairs of eyes focused on you, all the while silence filled the room. You turn in your seat to look at the blocked entrance, some other broad men blocking the door. Your eyebrows furrowed as the room seemed to get colder, turning back in your seat as you faced the mystery man.

“Speak.” His narrowed eyes meet your manager’s.

She hesitates as you watch her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her chest rises as she takes a shaky breath in before exhaling.

“U-um, I…” She stammers, fingers trembling against the arm of the chair. You stay quiet, concerned with her behavior as your own body glistens with sweat from stress. You shift in your seat, straightening your back as you cross your ankles, your legs fidgeting as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“You tried to leave? And so soon?” He questions, his expression stoic as his eyes bore into your manager’s. Her hands move to her lap as her foot taps against the ground.

“U-uh, no. No I didn’t.” She breathes out.

“I think you did. Didn’t she?” They all responded with “Yes Boss.” Before silence falls once more.

“Why?” M/n’s mouth shuts as she tries to think of something. You could only guess that she was nervous because of whatever business title the men hold so you decide to speak up for her.

“We’re grateful for the opportunity, really. It’s just been a long night.” You explain, only causing some of the men to chuckle at the naivety. Your eyebrows furrow in irritation. “Okay, what the hell is really going on?”

M/n looks at you with wide eyes before holding her hands up and shaking her head.

“Y-Y/n, I’ll explain later, just give me some ti…”

“No, tell me right now why everyone is acting so weird. Stop wasting time.” You growl, sick of the antics and the vague conversations.

The man looks at you for a moment before nodding to Rin. To your surprise he pulls out a gun just as M/n hops out of her seat causing the chair to fall backwards. She runs to the entrance only for him to hold the weapon up, shooting the gun. The bullet penetrates her back, causing her to fall over, a shriek leaving her lips as the throbbing pain fills her senses. You jump out of your seat in shock, eyes staring at the blood staining her attire while she lays her head on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, heading to the bleeding girl only to get pulled against a chest, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your feet off the ground.

“You said to stop wasting time!” Kazutora laughs as the rest look on in amusement to the woman losing consciousness.

“Y/n! I-I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! I had no choice! I had no choice!” She weeps, hand smacking against the floor as she covers her head with her arm. “I’m so sorry.” She whimpers.

“What are you talking…! Let me fucking go! She needs to go to the hospital!” You yell, beating Kazutora’s arms as you try to pry them off, kicking your feet.

Sanzu walks to the woman lying on the ground. Setting a foot to the wound before pressing down, causing a strangled gasp to come out of her mouth. You struggle harder as you watch him point a gun to her head from above.

“Explain yourself.” He growls, smiling wide with crazed eyes.

“I-I sold you! I s-sold… you! It’s… *gasp* all in their…*pant* hands!” She weeps, “I h-ha… *grunt* had no choice!” Her own nails pierce her palms as she turns her hands to fists, squeezing in pain as he continues to press his weight down.

You could only stare in silence as you paused your struggling.

“T-they’re a… a gang! A *pant* criminal….organization! Th-they…*grunt* threaten…!” She screams out in agony once Sanzu pulls his leg up and slams his foot down on her wound. You wince as you begin to struggle again.

“Let her go!” You were angry with her, yes. However, if the truth is that they threatened her, you couldn’t help but empathize despite your lingering resentment. Your only focus was to get both of you out of here alive. You wondered where your guards were.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanzu smiles before moving his foot off of her and cocking the gun, pulling the trigger. The bullet blasts half of her skull open. The sickening sound of blood splattering the floor causes you to gasp before you yell out, tears falling out of your eyes at the traumatic display.

“Hey, save those vocals for the bedroom, yeah?” Ran jokes before lighting a cigarette, some of the other men chuckling at his response.

“Let me go! Let me go, goddamnit!” You growl angrily, crying as Kazutora forces you to sit down.

He cocks his gun, bringing the barrel to your head while putting a finger over his lips. You eye him with a look of horror.

“Shh.” He starts. “Boss isn’t done talking.”

You pant as you hold your chest, staring back at their ‘boss’ who eyes you quietly. The room calms down once more as everyone takes their original positions, a gun still pressed to your head. He slides a form over for you to read. You lean in your seat and look over the sheet that confirmed your manager’s signature, signing you over to Bonten, a criminal organization residing in Japan.

“The contract doesn’t lie. During this term and all others, you are now the property of Bonten.”

You shook your head while whispering, “No.”

“I own you, Y/n. You can either fall in line willingly or by force. I don’t care. You’re mine.” He says before standing from his seat.

“Mikey.” He says to you before shifting his attention to the others. “Take her to Bonten’s headquarters.”

Kazutora hides his gun and grabs your arm as you struggle against his hold. Just as Mikey and Sanzu, along with some of the other men, head to the doorway, he says, “Knock her out if you have to.”

A breathy laugh is released from Kazutora before he pulls back a fist.

“Sorry, doll.”

Darkness immediately engulfs your vision.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ game day ] n. hischier

day seven of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) flies into the states early to surprise and watch her boyfriend play a game before he goes on the short Christmas break

warning(s) : none

author’s note : sorry that this is on the shorter side but i am tryinggg to catch up on fics for the marathon (i timed this out really poorly bc i didn’t realize how exhausted i would be from work everyday)

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The plane lands 20 minutes before game time so she has to rush to get to the Prudential Center from Newark airport. It should only be a 10 minute drive but it’s a few days before Christmas so everyone is flying in to spend the holidays with their families.

Including (Y/N).

She's lucky that her Uber is waiting for her right outside the airport after she grabs her suitcase from baggage claim. There is already a ton of traffic leaving the airport and she groans as she checks the time. She's going to miss warmups but maybe she can get there in time for puck drop.

There's a text from Nico that comes through as she finally leaves the airport.

neeks ❦ - 6:59 pm can't wait to see you after the game. gonna score a goal or two for you tonight. text me when you land. i love you, mien liebling ♡

(Y/N) realizes that he's back in the locker room between warmups and puck drop. Traffic finally begins to clear up so the Uber speeds up going into Newark. Her knee bounces in the backseat as she keeps an eye on the time.

"Anxious for the Devils game tonight?" The Uber asks with a thick New York accent. "I see you're headed to the Rock."

"Just anxious I won't get there in time for puck drop," she replies. "My boyfriend is playing in the game and I wanted to surprise him before the puck dropped but I didn't realize how much traffic there would be two days before Christmas."

The Uber looks very surprised when she says that her boyfriend is playing. "Devils player, I hope?" he curiously asks as he looks in the rearview mirror at her.

"Yeah," she replies. "I'm not wearing 13 for no reason."

"Ah, the captain," he says as he pulls out front of the Prudential Center. "Good choice. Well, good luck to the boys tonight. Hopefully they can bring home this dub against Detroit."

Yeah, me too. She doesn't say it out loud as she gets out of the car. She grabs her suitcase and heads around the building where she knows Nico parks all the time.

(Y/N) puts her suitcase in the trunk of Nico's car with the extra key she has before she heads to the back entrance of the building. With a flash of the VIP badge and ticket that she bought to security, (Y/N) gets into the back entrance of the Prudential Center with no issues.

She can hear the starting lineups being announced as she rushes through the concourse so they haven't even gotten to the National Anthem yet as she practically sprints to the seat she bought.

The singer is being announced as she walks down the steps to her front row seat right next to the Devils' bench. Luckily, Nico is standing closest to the glass on the ice as the singer begins to sing.

She isn't being very subtle with the way she's walking in front of everyone. When she looks on the ice, she sees that her boyfriend is looking at her. Nico smiles and bites his bottom lip when she looks at him. She gives him a small wave then shows him the jersey she's wearing. He has to repress the smile that threatens to spill onto his lips.

Then applause breaks out throughout the arena, signaling that the anthem has ended. Nico puts his helmet back on and skates to his teammates. (Y/N) settles down in her seat and sends Nico a 'looking good out there' text she knows he will see at intermission.

Their eyes occasionally find each other throughout the game. Jack even notices Nico looking toward her at one point during a power play and says something to his captain. Nico's face turns visibly red when he looks at his alternate. Jack laughs at whatever Nico says to him. (Y/N) can't help but capture Nico's flustered face as he gets ready for the faceoff. She'll have to ask him about it later.

Timo scores one in the second period and one in the third. Tyler scores the game winner with eight minutes left in the third, and the Devils hang on for the win. Nico gets a couple shots on goal but no puck luck.

As first star of the game Timo gets interviewed on the ice, (Y/N) makes her way to Nico's car.

She doesn't know if she's shivering from how cold it is outside or if it's because she's excited to see her boyfriend for the first time in over a week. Either way, her entire body is shaking.

While she waits for Nico, she leans against his car and scrolls through social media. There are clips of her arriving to the game and Nico's reaction to seeing her all over Twitter. She can't help but share one of the videos of Nico's reaction with a little heart emoji. The replies and quotes start rolling in almost immediately. The Devils fans are loving the confirmation that Nico was looking at her during the anthem.

The door opens and (Y/N) watches Nico walk into the parking lot with Jack, Luke, Jonas, and Timo. She smiles and walks up to the group.

"Congratulations on your two goal night, Timo," she says to get the group's attention. "And first star." Timo smiles in response but doesn't have time to say anything before Nico finally makes a move.

He immediately envelopes her in a hug as soon as he processes that she's standing in front of him. She giggles when her boyfriend lifts her off her feet. She wraps her legs around his waist so she doesn't fall. "I think that's our cue to leave," Timo tells the Hughes boys as he walks in the direction of his car.

Jack laughs, "Have a good night, cap."

"Use protection," the youngest Hughes states as he, Jack, and Timo head to their cars. She smiles at Luke's comment.

Nico has no reaction to what his teammates say. He's busy burying his face in (Y/N)'s neck and holding her in his arms. "

They stay like this for a few seconds before Nico finally sets her back down on the ground. His hands cup her jaw and she wraps her arms around his waist under his jacket. "I thought your flight was going to get in while I was playing," Nico finally says to her.

"And miss your last game before the short winter break?" she asks with a smile on her lips. "Absolutely not. I know you guys haven't been playing very well and I know how that's been making you feel so I wanted to be here tonight. Proud of you and the boys for bringing in a win going into the break."

A little frown forms on his lips. "You didn't have to leave your family early just to be here for me," he tells her. "Oh my God."

She fixes his beanie and lets out a light laugh. "They told me to come back," she admits to him. "I told them about our conversation after the last game and how I wished I could be there for you because of how frustrated you were so I switched to an earlier flight. Seemed to do the trick because you won tonight."

Nico smiles and shakes his head. His thumbs run over her cheekbones and he sighs. "I truly don't deserve you," he quietly says. "Best girlfriend ever."

"Best boyfriend ever," she retorts as she gets on her tiptoes. They share a quick, soft kiss that Nico tries to deepen but she doesn't let it get too far away from them. "Can we go home? I miss Nala and her cuddles."

He laughs at the mention of their kitten that they adopted a month ago. "Yes, we can go home," he says. "Pretty sure Nala misses you too. She cried right after you left and has slept on your side of the bed every night you've been away."

They get in the car and Nico takes off the beanie. Her jaw drops.

"You asshole," she gasps as Nico starts the car. "You cut your hair."

Nico smiles and she runs her fingers through his shortened locks. "It was too long, liebling," he laughs as he pulls out of the parking spot. "It was getting in the way more often than not." She pouts and Nico notices. "It'll grow back, baby. Promise."

"And you better not cut it again without my approval," she retorts. "You know how much I love the longer hair. Don't make me hide all of the scissors in New Jersey and New York, because I will."

"So dramatic."

"You love me anyway."

He glances over at her with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, I do."

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[kleftiko]

i have a request! write a story about hawks and reader going on one of those undercover missions and they have to act like a couple for a while and at first hawks makes a joke about it being like “bet you always wanted to do this” or about how cliche this is but reader knows his flirty habits and brushes it off. when the time comes reader is able to act like they’re in love with him so properly and he’s taken a back not being able to focus and gets all flustered by how real this seems. like this dude be over here all red and imagining shit.

❦ UNDERCOVER

cw: none, this is fluff

i love this trope, i also made this friends to lovers :)

“a couple, huh?” keigo adjusted the cuff links on his wrist before wiggling his eyebrows at you. “bet you always wanted t’do this.”

you let out a genuine laugh, one that always came to keigo’s mind when he thought of happiness.

“how’d you know, you a mind reader?” you played along.

the both of you shared a familiar smile as you walked into the casino. going undercover as a couple was not something hawks had in mind—or was really comfortable with—but if it had to be with anyone, he’s just glad it was you by his side.

having a friend at times like this is always nice.

“two o’clock.” you drew his eyes to the bar, where he saw the first obstacle to getting where you need to.

he held out his arm like a gentleman. “care for a drink?”

you looped your arm with his.

and that was the last coherent thought he had.

after that, your hands trailed so softly and so naturally along his arm, as if you’d been doing it for years and it was a subconscious habit. yet you spoke to the people in front of you without even looking at him, it was as if your fingers memorized his skin. it was like an instinct for you, but it made his hairs and feathers stand on end. goosebumps littered his skin and he was pretty sure that he had turned to stone.

then you let out that laugh you always did. he’d heard it at least a thousand times, but it sounded hypnotic in the moment. his breath caught in his throat, and then you killed him.

your fingers pushed his hair behind his ear, and your soft lips placed a chaste kiss to his temple. “no matter how long we’ve been together, he still has the same reaction.”

you spoke to the people in font of you, but you smiled up at him with eyes full of such obvious love—even he could tell. and he thinks that one of the other people present waved you to continue to the vip lounge, but he was so out of it when you took his hand to guide him that he’s pretty sure there was steam coming off the top of his head from combusting.

in the hallway you turned to him, dropping all physical contact, save for the two knocks you harshly let out on the top of his head.

“keigo, you okay?” you asked.

and your eyes were no longer filled with that love he saw just a couple minutes ago, but rather with concern that was more appropriate for the situation.

the only noise he could muster was a bird-like squeak.

“your face is completely red.” your eyes trailed over him, worry not leaving your features. your hand came up to his forehead, patting around to feel the heat.

“marry me.” he said.

you froze.

you held eye contact.

then you let out that beautiful laugh of yours, and it seemed to bring him back to reality.

“i guess you’re feeling better.” you said and looped your arms again.

he let you lead him to the next stop.

he decided then that the words he spoke were true—he was going to marry you.

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❦summary; thoughtlessness leads to mistakes and mistakes can lead to fruitful consequences.

♪the characters in this story; azul ashengrotto, gn!reader

✎word count; 1,532

❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, fluffy, blushy azul

☛the author's notes; originally, reader was kidnapped by leech twins and then forced into a room with azul, but i like this ending better.

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Trein’s classes were almost known for being on the more boring side, his monotone way of presenting lectures having made more than one class fall asleep during class. You were no exception, head having fallen onto the desk and knocked out during an essential lesson. You had only woken up when a red-headed classmate had used some water magic to wake you, much to your chagrin. 

The irritation soon turned to panic after another classmate had explained that you had fallen asleep in the middle of the lecture. You couldn’t ask Trein to teach it back to you as he had left to go somewhere and you couldn’t ask your usual tutor because he was currently off in Spelldrive practice, so you turned to the best option. Or at least what seemed like the best option at the time. 

“Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice Azul!”

Azul chuckled softly, only nodding as he opened the door for you to the VIP Lounge, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Of course. It’s the least I could do to repay the debt I owe you.” 

The debt that Azul was talking about was referring to the time you had offered to take Floyd’s shift, as the spontaneous twin was nowhere to be seen and couldn’t be found at the time. Azul had paid you for your work, obviously, but apparently the work you did hasn’t been repaid in full just yet. 

He was truly a gentleman, pulling the chair out for you and pushing it back in once you were sat comfortably in the chair. Circling over to the other side, Azul sat in his respective chair, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers together. 

“Now then, you said that you needed help with one of Trein’s lessons?”

You nod, playing with the edge of your blazer. “Yeah, I fell asleep during his lesson today and it was on a topic that I needed to learn.” 

Azul hummed at your words, holding a finger up, signaling to wait for a moment as he rummaged through the drawers in his desk. “Well it’s a good thing for you that I take quite extensive notes.” When Azul came back up, he placed a royal purple notebook on the desk and pushed you towards it. On the front was a title reading ‘History’ in silver colored marker. You tentatively pick up the notebook, a light smile playing on your lips as relief flowed in. 

You stood, bouncing a few times on your toes as excitement took you. “Thank you so much Azul! You’re honestly the best!” Leaning forward, you took one of Azul’s gloved hands, shaking it with a gleeful smile directed towards the housewarden. 

He cleared his throat, giving you a professional smile. You pulled your hand away, thanking Azul once more before exiting the room with a skip in your step. 

Once you had found a nice place to settle down in the library, you pulled out both notebooks, your own history notebook and Azul’s, flipping open both notebooks. 

You had to take a second to just admire the meticulousness of the notes, handwriting neat and notes detailed. There weren’t even many smudges of ink or graphite, perhaps the occasional random line from an accidental stroke, but those were few and far between. You turned a few pages, reading the titles at the top to find the correct lesson. Even the notes were dated, at the top the name of the lesson and pages in the textbook where the material was covered. 

As you were turning the page, an irregularity appeared and it compelled you to pause. It was the page you were looking for, but that wasn’t what caught your eyes. In the margin of the notes was a drawing, unusual to see in the clean margins of the other pages. And no less a small little heart, initials written into the doodle. 

You couldn’t help but be nosy, the thought of the Azul Ashengrotto perhaps having a crush on someone in NRC piqued your interest greatly. Leaning in closer to the drawing, you squinted a bit, carefully reading the letters. In the heart were the initials A.A., those for Azul obviously and the other set of initials looked oddly similar to your own. You leaned back, staring at the heart as you tried racking your brain for any other student that could have those same initials. 

Surely those same initials were yours, there could’ve been anyone else in the school that could have your same initials. But, looking back through the people that Azul has interacted with, you were possibly the only person with the same matching initials that he talked with on the regular. You slump in your seat, eyebrows furrowed and focused on that one doodle. 

It makes a gentle rosy color rise to your face as you slowly, but surely, begin taking notes, keeping the thought of the heart drawing in the back of your mind as you try to ignore it throughout your note taking. It still burns in your mind as your pen makes marks across the page, the heat of a blush spreading across your skin like a wildfire, searing the back of your neck and burning the tips of your fingers. Why was that silly little drawing plaguing you so, distracting you from your notes? 

You drag a hand down your face and sigh, gripping your pen a bit tighter. You breathe in and then out, heaving another sigh and doing your best to focus. 

Later. Later you can confront this. 

And later soon comes a bit too soon, at least for your liking, and your notes were finished. Thankfully, the lesson that you had slept through wasn’t too difficult to understand, only some material would be needed to be looked over again. You stood from your spot, taking a second to stretch after sitting in one position for so long. 

Closing both notebooks, you gather your things, packing everything into your bag and making your way out of the library. You supposed that you should go and seek out Azul now instead of later, seeing as there wasn’t much point in avoiding him. 

Clubs were just about ending by now, so you walk towards the Board Game Club room, hoping to catch Azul on the way out. You can see him from afar, lighter colored hair standing out in the sea of students. He’s talking to someone else, his hair seeming to be made of blue flame. It intrigued you, but you suppose you can ask about it later. The other person is quick to scurry away once you approach and you tap Azul’s shoulder, smiling gently at him. 

“Oh, hello.” Azul turns to you, fixing his glasses. He still has that air of professionalism, a light facade that was usually kept up. “Did you finish your note taking?” 

You nod, bringing out Azul’s notebook and holding it out for him to take. “Your notes were really extensive and they helped a lot. Thank you so much Azul.” 

You can see his paler cheeks pink a bit as Azul grabs the other end of the notebook and the drawing springs back in your mind. The words bubble past your lips before you can think much about them. 

“And, y’know...” Azul pauses at your words, curious as to what you’ll say next. “The little heart in the margin was very cute.”

Azul pauses suddenly, posture stiffening and grip on the notebook tightening. You could almost, almost, see the cogs turning in his eyes and you wait patiently for his response. 

“O-Oh... really now?” He’s quick to pull the notebook away, pushing his glasses up his face even though they were perfectly set on his nose. You can’t help but silently giggle, shoulders rising and falling a bit in your quiet laughter. 

You nod, hands behind your back. “Mhm. I liked it.” 

He can’t contain the red that suddenly colors his cheeks, Azul turning his head away. You giggle again, fingers holding the other a bit tighter at this sight before you. It’s silent now, with you studying Azul’s flustered state with amusement.

Azul clears his throat, cracking the silence with it. “W-Why don’t we take a walk to the Mostro Lounge? I’m sure you’re hungry, no?” 

“Oh yes please!” You bounce on your toes, lips spreading into a gleeful smile. “That would be amazing!” This seems to release some tension from Azul’s shoulders and he gestures for you to walk alongside him through the halls. 

The sound of your shoes against the tiles is evident, your eyes flicking to Azul every-so-often. He’s staring straight ahead, posture straight, head tilted the right angle, the pinnacle of a perfect facade. You drift a bit closer to the housewarden and then gently bump into his side. It brings Azul’s attention to you and you send a smile towards his way. 

“Really Azul. Thank you for all you do for me.”

There’s a brief pause, Azul silent as you await his answer. His only answer is the light brush of his hand against yours and it makes warmth bloom in your chest.

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Dark [08]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Kino: ーー So?

Do you need my help? Or not?

Azusa: ...I don’t. ...I’ll fix it myself somehow.

Kino: I see. Gotcha.

Azusa: I’m sorry. I...I have trouble genuinely accepting help from others like this...

I do appreciate it, of course...But...

( I can’t help but feel incredibly guilty somewhere deep inside my heart... )

( Because I believe that a weak, powerless Vampire such as myself...is not deserving of any help... )

Kino: ...Azusa?

Azusa: ...It’s nothing. Anyway, I’m in a hurry.

I’ll get going now, okay? I have to look for Ruki...

ー Azusa starts walking away

Kino: ...Haah.

You know. Life must be rough for you, no?

Azusa: Eh...?

Kino: I mean, it seems like you’re reluctant to ask people favors or rely on them for help.

I just think that’s kind of a shame. I’m the type of guy who will use anyone and anything at my disposal.

Azusa: ...

Kino: If you keep being like that, the whole world will walk right over you.

Wouldn’t you grow sick of such a life? You’d only make it harder on yourself. 

Azusa: ...It’s fine. That’s just who I am.

I don’t mind, so...

Kino: Hmm, I see.

But you know, even if you’re okay with it, does he feel the same as well?

Azusa: Are you...talking about Yui-san...?

Kino-san...How come you know about Eve...?

I can understand you’ve heard of us brothers before but how...?

Kino: ...Haah. Are you suspecting me of something? That’s kind of uncomfortable.

All four of you brothers and that girl are pretty famous down here in the Demon World, so it only makes sense for me to know about you, no?

Your girlfriend in particular is pretty much a VIP at this point. She’s even called ‘Eve’.

Azusa: But...What about it? I don’t think my issues and how Eve feels about it are related in any way...?

Kino: No, no, they definitely are!

It could be that she’s having to force herself to adjust to you.

Azusa: Adjust...?

Kino: From what I’ve heard, your family has to be pretty careful with money?

On top of that, she’s stuck with a boyfriend who willingly puts himself in a disadvantaged position.

I can’t help but wonder if she’s truly happy that way?

Even though if she wanted, she could have so much better of a life than she has right now with you...

Azusa: ...That’s...

Kino: For example, she could live a life full of luxury, allowing her to doll up with pretty clothes and accessoiries...

She’d be able to do all those things which girls love to her heart’s content.

Hey, Azusa. How do you think she feels about her current life?

Azusa: ...Ugh...

...I can’t answer that question. I’m not Eve after all...

Kino: Ahaha! I guess that’s true. 

Oh well, whatever. You were going to handle this by yourself, no?

We’ll get going then too. ーー Best of luck!

ー Kino leaves with his Ghouls

Azusa: ...

( Will Eve truly be happy if things stay the same, huh...? )

( I can’t deny that I won’t be able to make you feel like a Princess with our current lifestyle... )

...

( ...Hey, Yui-san. )

( Do you actually also wish to live a luxurious life deep down...? )

ー The scene shifts to the Big Hall at Eden

Yui: ...Phew.

( I think I’ll just wait until Azusa-kun returns after all. )

( If nobody’s waiting for him when he gets back...I’m sure he’ll be sad. )

...Pwaah...

( But...The fatigue is kicking in... )

ー Ruki enters the hall

Ruki: So this is where you’ve been.

Yui: Ah, Ruki-kun...

Ruki: Don’t tell me you’re going to wait here until Azusa returns?

Yui: Y-Yeah.

Ruki: ...

Go back to your room and rest up. You’re tired, aren’t you?

Selection

→ I guess that’s true

Yui: I guess I am...

But I’ll try waiting a little longer. I can’t help but be worried about Azusa-kun after all.

I promise I’ll go back to my room if I get the feeling that he’s really not coming home yet...

→ I’m okay (❦)

Yui: I can handle it.

Azusa-kun is trying his hardest by himself, so I can’t be the only one resting.

Ruki: ...I understand. I’ll leave this up to you.

Drink this and wait here.

*Thud*

Yui: Is this coffee...?

Ruki: Yes. I set some for myself earlier, but I think it’ll help you fight off the drowsiness.

Yui: T-Thank you, Ruki-kun!

Ruki: I’m going back to my room, but come to me as soon as something happens. Okay?

Yui: Yes. Thank you so much, really.

ー Ruki leaves

Yui: ...Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( My head does feel a little more clear... )

( I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I’ll try my best to wait. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー Somebody enters the Castle

*Thud*

???: ...

...You waited for me...

Yui: ( ...Huh? Did I doze off at some point...? )

( Ruki-kun was so kind to give me his coffee too... )

( ...Somebody is stroking my head...? )

( Who could it be...? But it feels nice... )

???: ...I’m sorry, Yui-san.

Yui: ( Uu... )

ー Yui opens her eyes

Yui: Azusa-kun...?

Azusa: Ah...My bad. I woke you up, didn’t I...?

Yui: ( He doesn’t seem to be bleeding, but he looks utterly worn out. )

...Are you injured? Everyting alright...?

( Did he did attacked by the Vibora perhaps, just like Ruki-kun assumed...? )

Azusa: Don’t worry. I’m not hurt...

A lot...of things happened though. But I’m alive and well.

Yui: ーー Azusa-kun!

ー She embraces him

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...What’s wrong? Hugging me out of nowhere...

Yui: I’m sorry...I’m just so happy to see you again...

Azusa: ....I see. But I’m the one who should apologize.

You were all counting on me...but I failed...

Yui: No, it’s fine. I’m just happy that you came back unscathed...

That’s all what matters right now...

Azusa: ...Thank you.

ー She steps back

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...We have to patch you up. I’ll run you a bath as well, so wait here.

...Ah, right.

A little late but...Welcome back, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: Yeah...I’m back.

Monologue

‘I wouldn’t want to disrupt everyone’s slumber...’

Out of respect for Azusa-kun’s decision, we decided to wait till tomorrow to let the other’s know about his return,

and headed back to our room to rest for now. 

Seems like Azusa-kun had actually wandered off onto Vibora territory after leaving Eden,

which is where he was ambushed. 

Since he already wasted quite a bit of time on simply getting himself out of this sticky situation,

he gave up on the task entrusted to him and came back,

that is what he told me with a regretful expression on his face.

His right hand holding onto mine,

trembled ever so slightly. He must have been terrified all by himself. 

When I tightly squeeze back, 

Azusa-kun smiles (微��んで) gently at me. 

HIs scent and touch all feel incredibly comforting (心地よくて). 

Before I had noticed, I had naturally drifted off to sleep. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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omgggg, i love rhi's works too!! i actively filter squid game characters and reader's posts through the "recent" filter since i've been looking for fics and etc since day one and her posts often pop up whenever she updates :D,, i look forward to the musings :0000 i get more and more inspo everyday to write but school hhhh,, finals are coming in about two weeks and then after,, i shall be free to write more >:)) - peach

SHE'S AMAZING! one of the greatest writers out there. <3 i love her work with all my passion

i hope you like the musings!! i'm just reblogging stuff from the tag and queueing it lol finals can be exhausting, i wish you the best peach dear <3

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I'm so glad you're back!!!

For the drabble,the truth untold for jungkook, just end the drabble on a happy note I'm too sad to handle sad endings

It’s good to be back! My apologies for the wait. I hope this is up to par, but I didn’t want it rushed. I understand if it isn’t what you wanted/expected! I promise I will only get better. It has been a while 😅(Also quick note. I do NOT promote this behavior and this smut is NOT in any way meant to romanticize cheating. It is wrong regardless if you’re an idol or not and nobody deserves to be hurt by this behavior. Just because you’re famous, hot or VIP, does not give you the right to this behavior.)

Member - Jungkook

Genre - smut

Warnings - cheating! jk! unprotected sex, Jungkook fucks you in his chain… really this isn’t ‘bad’ and doesn’t go into much detail so there’s not many warnings.

❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰ ❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎♋︎♡⚡︎☽☹︎➂❣︎✰❐❦➫✘✝︎☯︎

Having an idol as a boyfriend comes with a certain amount of pros and cons. Pro #1 is coming very well respected. Con #1 would definitely have to be your boyfriend cheating on you with other women. Normally you wouldn’t believe such things coming from the media, but when it’s seen with your own eyes it becomes a whole different headline. “Baby please let me explain!” Is the first thing out of Jungkook’s mouth the moment your eyes meet his. At first you’re speechless. What’s there to explain? You just caught your boyfriend cheating! “Oh God.” You mumble to yourself as you stumble out the bedroom door. Jungkook could be heard down the hallway as you were walking away. “Wait! Y/n, please!” Before you make it to the stairs, Jungkook is running out of the bedroom in nothing but his boxers and chain that just so happened to have your initial on it. “Do you realize how fucking stupid you look right now, Jungkook? Chasing after me in your boxers after fucking some whore in our bed?”

What made him think that he had any reason to waste your time at this point? “Baby please-“

“Should I leave?” His mistress questions, looking quite confused and embarrassed as she glances between both you and Jungkook. “You fucking think?” You respond leaving the mysterious women speechless as she walks down the stairs and right out your front door. You couldn’t help but scoff. She saw herself out the door? This has happened more than once. Not that she’s that stupid and couldn’t figure out how to leave, but she was far too comfortable inside your house. She knew her way around it.

“How many times, Kook?” Silence took over. “I said how many times?” Your voice was louder this time. Jungkook couldn’t look you in the face. He turned away from you holding onto the railing of the stairs. Guilt began taking over. “A couple.” He said so quietly you had to ask him to repeat himself. When he said it again your heart broke at what you already knew. “I fucking knew it. I knew you were fucking around on me. You fucking asshole!” You yell, storming off to the bedroom.

Jungkook follows catching the door you were trying to slam in his face. “Y/n what are you doing?” He asked when he saw you grab your bag out of the closet. “Oh me?” You throw you bag on the king sized bed you had just caught him and his mistress on before announcing to him your decision. “I’m fucking leaving you. I’m done.” His eyes widen, trying to shake off what you just said but the little voice in his head keeps repeating the words you just spat. “You’re what?” He asks. “You heard me the first time and I’m not repeating myself again. I’m fucking done with you constantly sleeping around on me, acting like I’m not good enough for you, fucking women in OUR bed in the house that WE built together. So now you can have all the hoes you want, baby because I’m done.” But when you go to open the closet door, Jungkook stops you. His hand gripping your wrist and pinning your body against the wall.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“You’re not leaving me.”

His teeth gritted together as his free hand squeezes your cheeks together forcing your eyes on his. “You’ve tried to leave before and look where that got you. You’re going to put your bag away and we’re going to fix this like the adults we are.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint where the sudden sexual tension came from. Rather it was his hand squeezing your two cheeks together, your body being pinned against the wall, or maybe your intuition saying ‘this is fixable.’ All you really knew was that you needed him and you needed him bad but you weren’t going to let him know it. “Don’t even try to blame this on me. I give you all of me all the fucking time and you have the nerve to hurt me like this.” You tell him. Tears fill up your eyes as you do your best to look away from his. “I’m not blaming you for shit! I’m sorry that you give me all of you and I never give you me. I still want you, y/n.” Jungkook says. “So, what’s your excuse then huh? Because you better not play the ‘I don’t fuck you enough’ card because me and you both know that’s bullshit. I fuck you at least three times a week, if not more, sometimes twice a day.” Jungkook looks down, releasing the grip he had on your body and taking a step back. He shrugged his shoulders and ran his hand through hair. “There isn’t one. You’re not to blame here and neither is the sex that we have. You always are amazing. Like I said, I wish I could show you me and give you me but I’ve never been good at doing that. And I’m sorry.”

The sex between you and Jungkook was more than amazing. Considering the fact you never had to fake an orgasm once like you had to with your ex. And what hurts you the most is Jungkook still made it seem so passionate even when he was cheating. How is that love? You wonder. “So what are we gonna do, Jungkook? Are we gonna fuck all night and every time this happens until we finally get it right? Are you even gonna stick around long enough to even give and show yourself to me? You can’t keep using sex as an excuse to fix what’s broken.” Maybe the two of you are sex addicts or just hardcore Sadists and Masochists. He hurts you so bad and for some reason you can’t get enough of it. Or maybe this is just one hell of a wake up call! “It’s not an excuse if it actually works this time.” Jungkook slowly walks up to you with the mischievous smile on his face that you knew all too well. “Well is it gonna?” You asked. You would find out. You would spend the rest of the night working out your problems in the bedroom, screaming, crying, and hoping this would be it.

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“Keep fucking doing that, yes, oh my God!” You moaned, his hands gripping the sheets above your head as he has both your legs pinned down with his while thrusting into you from above. His cock not failing to hit that little spot inside of you each time he pushes his way through your tight walls causing little sparks of joy to shoot up your spine. “Yeah you like that, huh? You like when I’m deep inside it?” He teases, his pace becoming faster as his hands make their way to yours. For some reason, even though a fucked out Jeon Jungkook was literally on top of you, you couldn’t help but hypnotize yourself from the chain with the initial ‘y/n’ around his neck that was dangling in your face. The left side of your brain couldn’t help but think about the your own initial dangling in the other woman’s face as he was with her but the right side of your brain kept telling you to stop hurting yourself that way. “Oh f-fuck.” You threw your head back, eyes rolling back into your skull as you have completely given up at this point. Jungkook smirks, sitting up on his knees before trailing his fingertips along your hands, down your arms, to your chest, all the way down until they gripped your hips. “That always gets ya doesn’t it, baby?” He references your reaction to his chain. He knows how you feel about it and how you feel about him wearing it during sex.

“E-every time.. f-fuck.”

“Think about that next time you wanna leave me.”

Your hazy eyes look up to meet his seeing his messy hair sticking to his face and that damn chain swaying back and forth and you couldn’t keep any composure. “D-did you fuck her with it on?” You asked. So much for listening to your brain. “Did you let my fucking name dangle in her face as you fucked her?” You ask again. Jungkook shakes his head, his thrusts increasing as you notice a change in his demeanor. “Lier.” You mumble, but it was mumbled loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “I didn’t let her see the god damn chain because I always fucked her from behind.” Jungkook grips your throat pulling your face close to his. “This is your chain, not hers.” The image of Jungkook having some girl bent over in your bed was too much for you to handle. It was devastating. But at least she never got to experience the good ol' chain dangle, right?

“How romantic, Jeon.” You roll your eyes. “I’m only romantic when I’m with you. Otherwise I’m just a man whore.” You try to think about how instead of doing what any normal woman would have done and walked out on the man who constantly cheats on you, you’re laying underneath him letting him slut you out hoping it fixes the obvious. “You need fucking therapy, Kook!” You spat. Your emotions getting the best of you but your emotions don’t matter right now. His cock pushing deep inside you as his tattooed hand presses down on your lower belly does. “You are my therapy, now shut up and take what I’m trying to give you.”

He was fucking you so good that you were almost too dumb to speak. You couldn’t find the simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers in the back of your silly little brain to answer him back with. All you could do was lay there and take it like you always do. “W-wanna cum.” You mumble out, “what’s that?” He asks. You respond with a loud, annoyed groan because he knew all too well what you had said. You were in no mood for his games. “Cum, w-wanna cum.” Jungkook smiles, his body leaning on top of yours as he kisses the corners of your open mouth. “Cum for me, baby girl.” The infamous words that always made you explode with pleasure strike again. It takes Jungkook a solid three more thrusts inside your squirting pussy before be released uncontrollably inside of you. His tattooed hand roams your body from your face, down to your chest squeezing your boobs, down to your hip bones where he always rubs them. “You still with me?” He pants. You nod your head having absolutely no energy to talk.

“I’m sorry baby. I promise I’ll change. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

•end•

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Oneshot - Yandere Love Spell Au

❦You cast a love spell on your boss and fellow executives❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

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I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

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You frown as you sit in the vip section of the strip club, women all over four of the men you fancy. Of course, you know you have no right to be angry over the display towards either party. You just couldn’t help the drop of your stomach as you eye the woman sitting on Ran’s lap as he places the cigar between her lips, nor Rin pouring the bottle of alcohol into the woman's mouth, eyeing the way her tongue sticks out with lust. You also didn’t appreciate the display of Kazutora moving his lips against the stripper’s mouth with his fingers against her chin, nor the woman who’s allowing Sanzu to sniff cocaine off of her bare breasts. Fortunately, your boss never attends these kind of ordeals unless it’s for business so he treats everyone the same. You sat with your legs and arms crossed, pulling out your phone as you sigh, joint in one hand.

It’s a shame really, to be the only woman amongst many men and not one of them give you a second look. Nobody pays attention to you, nobody sees you in the way you want, nor even in an intimate way with no strings attached. No one has even flirted with you in a teasing manner as they do with other women. It was a good thing considering your position. It wouldn’t be smart to date such dangerous men who you could barely trust in the first place, but it’s not like you could help your feelings. You’ve always been into the not so ideal male. So as you sit, you scroll through the app, coming across a video that catches your eye. You get up from your spot and walk to the bathroom.

You watch the video after pressing play, eyeing the screen as it displayed a modern witch giving directions on how to complete a love ritual. Saving the video, you decide to make your way out of the club and have the driver take you to your own penthouse, guessing the men will be at the strip club for a while. When you make it home, you immediately make your way to your old altar that you hadn’t touched in years. Residue spices and herbs sat as well as the mini cauldron and old candle sticks. You set everything up the way she directed, making sure everything was set before lighting the candle. You closed your eyes, getting in the zone before repeating what was chanted. Once you finish, you place the written out names under your pillow and fall asleep.

The morning came and you hopped out of bed, showering and dressing in your usual Bonten attire. Once you walk out of the penthouse, you hop into the car, the driver taking you to Bonten’s headquarters. When you arrive, you walk through the doors and head straight to your boss’s office. When you walk in, you sit in your usual seat. Your boss gives the orders for the day, the meeting lasting about thirty minutes before he dismisses everyone.

“Y/n. You stay behind.”

You nod, though feeling confused as to what he needs you to stay after for. Once the room was empty besides you and Mikey, he eyed you for a while, seeming to study you. You shift in discomfort, not used to a gaze this long from him.

“You will work under Koko in his office. You are no longer needed for missions.” Your eyes widen.

“W-wait, Boss! Did I do something wrong?” You were completely distraught. Why is your position being lowered to a secretary?

“No.” Your eyebrow raises though you try to maintain a straight face.

“O-okay, Boss.” You didn’t want to trigger him by asking any questions considering he hates to be questioned.

He nods, dismissing you. You missed his gaze as you walked out of the room, confused and a little distraught.

Getting through the day as Kokonoi’s assistant, you huffed once you made it home in disappointment. Not only did you not see any changes with the men's behavior, you even got demoted.

Irritated and troubled, you pull up the dating app you downloaded for moments like these. A hookup will do you some good, allowing yourself to distract from everyday life. Once you found a guy to temporarily satiate your needs, you messaged him a straightforward offer. He complied and claimed to be on the way. As you changed out of your work clothes to something more casual, you heard a knock at your door.

With furrowed brows you opened it, raising them in surprise at the tiger tattooed man that showed up unannounced.

“Hey, Y/n.” He greets as he pushes past you, walking in. Your eyes widened, running in front of him and holding your hands up.

“Kazutora, what are you doing here?”

“Bored. Came to hang out.” He shrugged before plopping on your couch.

“Unannounced?” He smirked at you while propping his shoes on your coffee table, crossing his leg over.

“You know you like my company.” He chuckled, causing your face to warm up.

“It’s just not a good time, right now.” You said, scratching the back of your head as you anxiously eye the door, nervous of the embarrassment that will come if he figures out your plan for the night.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. You walk to the door, opening it and greeting the stranger before inviting him in. The tension in the air seemed to thicken not by your anxiety but by the aura seeming to emit from the energy of the room.

“Uh, yeah. This is…?” You eye the newcomer for his name.

“Sato Riku.” You nod with a sheepish smile.

You have no clue why you’re introducing him considering you have no reason to, but the way Kazutora is quiet with a stoic expression is making you feel awkward. Your eyes widened when he leaned forward and grabbed the remote. He turned the television on, scrolling through as if nothing had been said.

“Oh yeah, did that treatment for chlamydia work?” You gasped. Your ‘date’ looked at you in surprise. You’ve never been treated for chlamydia so you don’t know why he just said that.

“I’ve never…”

“You don’t have to tell me right now, you can just tell me later.” Kazutora shrugged. Sato eyed both of you before walking to the door.

“W-wait!” Before you could continue, he had already walked out of the door.

“What the fuck, Kazutora?” You exclaim angrily.

“Hey, I just saved you from putting a shrimp in your mouth. You should be thanking me.” He says before hopping up, smirking at you.

You couldn’t respond as he walked out of the front door. Sighing, you decide to change and go out for the night since your plan had been ruined. You refreshed your makeup and added a little bit of color to your eyeshadow. Once you were done, you left the penthouse. The driver takes you to a club not owned by the Haitani brothers since you wanted a different scene.

Red and purple lights flash as the sound of music causes the building to vibrate, the crowd buzzing with chatter and laughter as different people enjoy their time. You immediately head to the bar, ordering multiple shots and swallowing them down before walking to the dance floor. While you danced the night away a random male pulled you closer as he danced against you, hands on your hips behind you as his body pressed against yours. You turn your head slightly to see the man’s appearance.

Found my replacement for the night.

You turn your head back to the front as you grind your body back against the stranger, your arms raising as you close your eyes and sway your hips to the music. For a second you felt emptiness behind you causing you to turn around only for hands to replace themselves back on your hips. You internally shrug and continue to move your body against the man. A presence looms over you as you look up in surprise.

“Rin?” You eye the Haitani in front of you as you halt your movements.

“Having fun grinding on my brother?” Your eyes widen when you swiftly turn behind you, hands disappearing from your hips as you push him back with one hand.

“R-Ran?” You exclaim. He looks down at you with a smirk.

“Who knew you could move like that?” You feel warmth on your face as you look between the brothers.

“Where did that guy go?”

“What guy?” Ran questions while tilting his head. Your eyebrows furrow.

Am I imagining things? I literally looked at the guy behind me earlier, right? Have I been dancing on Ran the whole time?

Your eyes widen.

Holy shit! I’ve been dancing on Ran the whole time!

“U-uh, I…” You stammer over your words as realization hits that you’ve been grinding on one of the men you fancy, though it’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s still nerve wracking. Especially when he’s your coworker.

“No need to feel embarrassed, Y/n” Ran’s fingers connect to your chin before gently lifting your face. His heavy lidded orbs meet your gaze, a look you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing before except from the sidelines.

I…Is he coming onto me?

“I need to go!” You say before you push past him and rush out of the building, shoving through the crowd before you make your abrupt exit.

What the hell? Am I overthinking or did that just happen? Did he just flirt with me? And he let me dance on him!

It took you a moment to hit the realization that this change of behavior has to be from that spell you casted. You shook your head as you hopped into the seat, your driver leading you home.

There’s no way. There’s no freaking way that worked!

You know that spells can work but you didn’t think it would work for you. It just couldn’t.

When you reached your home you rushed inside, zoned out in thought the entire time you changed and wiped your makeup off. When you got in bed, you binged different videos about love spells and how to know if they worked. It’s obvious really but you just couldn’t accept how easy it was.

Morning rises and with only two hours of sleep you sluggishly dressed yourself as well as completed your morning routine. Walking out of the lobby you yawned as you entered the back seat. When you arrived at Bonten’s headquarters you immediately met with Kokonoi to receive your assignment for the shift, not required to attend the meetings now that you are no longer an executive. The thought still disappoints you.

Sitting at a desk, after you get done organizing some paperwork, you feel as though you’re being watched. Your body tenses as you look over your shoulder. You release a sigh when you see that Sanzu is sitting on the couch behind you.

“When did you get in here?” You mask your nervousness as you shift your attention away from the crazed beauty.

Sanzu’s presence always made you nervous. Honestly all of them do but he tops the rest considering he was the first one out of the executives to catch your eye. Clearly your type is pretty and toxic. Yes, you have terrible taste in men. You’ve accepted that fact. What you found particularly interesting about Sanzu is that he had two different versions of himself. One is quiet, sneaky, and reserved while the other is crazy, extroverted, and wild. The second one is usually when he’s on drugs. If the love spell were to work, you’re definitely curious on how it would show up from him.

You took the last sip of your coffee before clearing your thoughts to focus on your screen. You begin to feel drowsy before you break out in cold sweat. You breathe heavily as your eyebrows furrow while you try to gain control of your weakened limbs. Before the upper half of your body can completely fall on the keyboard, you're pulled out of your seat and placed on the couch.

Blue orbs and pink hair fill your blurry vision as you look at the culprit above you who uses his hand to palm your face, thumb connecting to your chin as he pulls your head to the side. He analyzes your face as well as shifting his gaze down your body. The only thing you could hear is your breathing as he traced along your collarbone with his other hand, thumb caressing your chin before moving to your forehead. It’s as if he's studying an experiment.

“S-Sanzu?” You whisper.

What the hell is going on with him? What’s going on with my body? Why can’t I move on my own? Did he drug me?

“Shh.” He places a finger over his mouth before he leans over, the hand on your face moving your head to the side as his fingers trace down your neck. If your body wasn’t drugged you would’ve jumped at the hot breath against your neck. You would’ve tensed at the lips connecting to your skin so gently that it almost felt unreal. All of a sudden a gun is pulled out as Sanzu faces the door behind him, aiming it at the newcomer.

“Oh don’t mind me.” Kazutora says with a grin while his hands rise in surrender. He walked closer until he stood above you right next to the couch.

“Get out.” Sanzu growls before placing the gun back in his holster. The tiger tattooed man leans over to observe your state. He releases a chuckle before straightening his back.

“Wow, what did you give her?”

“None of your business.” He says with his voice low before returning his gaze back to you, tracing your skin once more without a care for the third party who intruded.

“Boss needs us for a mission.” He states in response before placing his hand on your forehead, thumb caressing the skin.

If you weren’t so out of it you’d be giddy with joy that they’re finally paying attention to you. Unfortunately, you can barely feel your own body let alone anything more than that. You also wonder what drug is exactly in your system. Sanzu stands from the couch and walks out of the room, Kazutora following behind as he gives you one last look before shutting the door.

Assholes. I need to get up before I get in trouble for lazing around.

You ended up falling into a deep sleep. Only to wake up to dark eyes staring down at you. You gasp before swiftly sitting up, eyeing your boss in fear.

“S-sorry about this, Boss! I’ll get back to work right now!” You exclaim. Before you can hop off of the couch, Mikey places a hand on your shoulder.

“Come with me.”

He walks away before you can respond. You had no choice but to follow behind, nervous of what punishment you would receive from slacking. You follow him outside as you both step into the ride, the driver taking you both to Mikey’s estate. When you walk into the lobby, you head up the elevator and reach a spacious living space.

Is this Mikey’s home? Why are we here? Well, why did he bring me here?

He disappears for a little while before returning with a spare pair of clothes, you eyeing his own change of outfit.

“Change and come to my bedroom.” Your eyes widen at his bold statement. He walks away as you are frozen in your spot.

It feels like one of your fantasies has come true though you don’t know how to act. You change your clothes and lie your own outfit folded on the couch. You walk to the hall and search for his bedroom. When you reached the room, you paused while eyeing him and turned the other way on his bed.

Does he want me to hop in? I don’t want to if he doesn’t want that. Oh come on, Y/n stop playing stupid why else would he ask you to come in here? To be fair he’s never requested something like this so I don’t know what he wants.

He turns to face you and pulls the comforter up as if inviting you into that spot. You tense once more before you comply with your Boss’s demands. You slowly climb into the bed as if to give him time to correct you. Once you get comfortable, you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling, ignoring the burning gaze from beside you.

You turn in the opposite direction, facing the door and lying in the fetal position as you try to calm your pounding heart. You hold back a gasp as you feel an arm slither around your waist. His warm body closes in behind you as you're pulled back against his chest.

Is… Is Mikey spooning me right now?

“Y/n.” He whispers. “Look at me.” You bite your lip before slowly turning on your back, Mikey keeping his hold on you as you keep your gaze on the ceiling.

A hand places itself on your chin before turning your attention to him. You gaze at the red hue covering his face as his orbs bore into yours. You watch as his eyes shift to your lips before he leans in. You stay frozen in your spot while his lips meet yours.

Fuck it.

You lean into the kiss, moving your lips against his as your eyelids flutter shut. The grip on your face tightens before he slowly climbs on top of you, resting his body in between your legs as your fingers massage his head, slightly pulling him closer as he props your legs up to crouch above you in missionary position.

He disconnects your lips before nuzzling his face between your shoulder, lips lapping onto your neck before giving the skin a long lick. He closes his mouth around the dermis and sucks a bruise onto the surface. You breathe heavily as his hands move down to your covered breasts, groping the mounds as he rutts himself against you. The bulge makes contact with your vulva through the fabric. He quietly moans as you grind against him eagerly, heat rising as all the sensations sensitize you to every contact your skin makes. Suddenly he pulls back and stares down at you while breathing heavily. You gaze at him while catching your breath.

“Get out.” He says before hopping off of you.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern and confusion.

Did I do something wrong? Did I make him uncomfortable?

You don’t hesitate to jump out of the bed and rush out of the room, tears forming from embarrassment and rejection.

Shit.

You quickly change back into your suit and head out of the building. Unfortunately, your driver is off duty so you grab the nearest taxi that’s out late at night. You ride home quietly, sulking in the backseat as you reach your penthouse. When you get inside you undress, hopping into the shower to scrub yourself harshly.

Why did he switch up like that? I hope I didn’t do anything wrong. This is so fucking humiliating.

You determined that even though the love spell worked, because they didn’t even have feelings for you in the first place, it’s all fake. None of it is real. None of the attention or affection are real. When you finished with your shower you got into bed and covered yourself with blankets, wishing you could disappear.

The next day you were rudely woken up by someone pulling your curtains open.

“Rise and shine.” Rin says as you groan in response. He snatches your blankets off causing you to shriek. You sit up and eye the brothers, Ran leaning against your doorway while Rin stands by your bed.

“What the hell are you two doing in my house?”

“You didn’t show up to work.” Rin crossed his arms. “Guess you were just being lazy.”

“What? It’s not ti-.” You cut yourself off when you eye your phone’s clock, displaying that your sleep surpassed the morning and afternoon.

Damn. I was knocked out for so long.

“You’re lucky Boss let it go.” Rin states.

“Get dressed.” Ran says. One of your eyebrows raises.

“For what?”

“We’re going out tonight.”

“Where?”

“Meeting the others at one of our clubs.” The others?

“So come on!” Rin says impatiently before they leave you in your bedroom.

By the time you finished getting ready, night fell as the sun disappeared. All three of you walk to the car, Ran holds the door open for you while you climb into your seat. Once you reached the club you all walked to the designated vip section, greeted by Kazutora while Sanzu sniffed a line of cocaine.

What you weren’t expecting was to see Mikey sitting on one of the accent chairs. Your face warmths from the memory of last night, recollecting your heated make out session before you felt shame rise from how it ended. You internally shake your head before walking to your own seat.

“Y/n.”

You look up at your boss who motions for you to come over. Fear stricken by what he might do to you for last night, you comply. Your eyebrows furrow when he points at his lap.

“Sit.” You freeze in disbelief.

“A-are you sure, Boss?” His expression stays stoic.

“You questioning me?” You immediately shake your head before sitting on his lap feeling uneasy by the stares you’re receiving. Everyone turns their attention back to what they’re doing.

“You’re such a distraction.” He whispers before one of his arms rest around your waist. His fingers grip your hip as your grip on your own hands tighten. His other hand grabs the bottom of your face and forces you to look at him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” A red hue covers his face as his dark eyes glisten in the light. He gives you a longing gaze before it turns cold. You flinch when his fingers dig into your thigh as well as the tightening grip on your face.

“I want to kill you.” Your breath hitched.

“You’re consuming me, Y/n. You’re distracting my men.” He whispers.

“B-boss?” You breathe out.

“If you disappear, there would be nothing to think about.” His hand moves to your neck, immediately squeezing your throat shut. Your eyes widen as you grip his wrist.

“M-Mik… Boss wait!” You stammer, eyes shifting to the others who watch the display with crossed legs and glasses, cigars, or a blunt to their lips. Nobody but members of Bonten sat in the room, the strippers and waiters out of sight.

“Should I, Y/n? Should I kill you right now so I can get you out of my head?” His grip becomes unbearable as you struggle to breathe. Your legs shift before you begin to scratch the skin on his arms. Tears fall before you pull an arm back and punch his face. You push yourself off the chair, dropping to the floor as you catch your breath. You look up at Mikey with wide eyes while his face is turned to the side. The room is quiet besides the faint music that plays while you cough and wipe your eyes.

You shakily stand from your position on the floor before glancing around the room at the executives who stare at you with nothingness as their expressions, cold and bare of any emotion.

What the fuck?

“You know, I had already fallen for you.” His face is covered by his platinum hair as he looks down, hands on the chair’s arms. “You didn’t need the spell, Y/n.”

Your eyes widen.

How did he know? The only way they would have noticed anything was the video saved on my phone or my altar. Was it when Kazutora or the Haitani brothers came into my place?

“I thought if I ignored it, then it would go away.” One of his hands rub his face. “Then you made it worse.”

The door opens and the guards walk in with decapitated heads that are hanging from their hair. You eye the faces closely in confusion before they’re thrown on the ground, some rolling in front of you. You count five different men, including the man you remembered as Sato and the mystery man you danced on. Although you’ve seen and have caused death, there was something very disturbing about seeing the detached heads of your past flings.

“Disgusting. You’ve driven the King insane.” Sanzu hissed before standing from his seat and taking position next to Mikey’s chair.

“Why is that look on your face?” Ran questions while taking a hit of the cigar. “Why do you look so uneasy?”

“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Rin says before he downs a shot and leans over, resting his arms against his legs.

Kazutora takes a hit of the blunt before he ashes it against the ashtray, pulling back as he leaned into the couch with a leg crossed over. “Come on, Y/n. Don’t give us that look. We’re just showing you what you made us do.”

You look at all of them with shock and uneasiness, disturbed by their actions though a little flattered that they thought of you this much. After all, your feelings hadn’t gone away even though you feel you are in danger. This isn’t exactly what you had in mind. Especially with how they stare at you like you’re a piece of meat in the lion’s den.

Your arms are grabbed by the guards as you’re forced out of the room, their eyes lingering on you all the while you allow the men to take you out of the tense section. Outside of the door, you meet eyes with Kokonoi who walks beside you as you’re released and forced to walk towards the exit.

“Koko, what’s going on?” You question with a trembling voice.

“I’m afraid you’ve been fired, Y/n. As of right now you’ve been labeled a traitor and you’ve been ordered to reside in one of the torture rooms for the time being.”

“Are they gonna kill me?” You gasp.

“No.”

“What do you mean? Then what’s gonna happen to me?” You question eagerly.

He sighs. “I mean that they’re planning to keep you locked up for an extended amount of time.”

“Th-They’re holding me captive? What? Why?”

One of the guards open the door for Kokonoi before cuffing your wrists and forcing you to climb into the car.

“The only thing I know is that they seem to have a deep infatuation with you. You might not ever get to see the light of day again, Y/n. I’m sorry.”

You could only stare into space with a look of concern as you try not to have a panic attack. Your eyes shift outside the window as the driver pulls off towards the destination.

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Sorry if I’m interrupting you but can you make a enchantress fem reader who seduces yandere bonten and her plan is to poison them and report back to her boss her job is done but they caught on can you end with smut

The smut is gonna be dark af. Might be triggering for you. Just an extra warning. Hope you enjoy!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄTo Fool Is To Be A Foolꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten, Fake Stripper Au

❦You are an assassin disguised as a stripper to poison Bonten❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

To Fool Is To Be A Fool

You release a giggle as you lean into the chest of the tall executive, his heavy lidded gaze staring down at you while you sit on his lap. One hand holding a cigar while the other is placed on your bottom.

You hold back from gagging as you attempt to be as flirtatious as you can without also seeming suspicious, occasionally feeling the mic under your lingerie pressing against the skin of your chest area. Fortunately, having been chosen to be a seductress before, you already knew the protocol for this mission. ‘Work’ at one of the Haitani’s clubs as a stripper for a few days, seducing them to gain access to the club, tricking the Bonten men into drinking the poison hidden in the alcohol.

While these specific Bonten members attend the club, the rest of your team will ambush the executives at Bonten’s headquarters. There is also a team, including your best friend and husband, and a few others who will be on standby, listening to your conversation in the vip room from the outside. Once the employee brings the spiked beverage in, they will drink and your job will be done once you make it out safely, reporting back to your boss.

The only problem was that the leader of Bonten decided to join the men deemed as easy to seduce, which wasn’t a part of the plan. He’s not known for drinking or smoking so he may not drop dead as the others will. Luckily, one against a team will never work out for the Yakuza boss, so he will end up dead one way or another.

You all sat in a circle of sofas and chairs, a long glass table in the middle. The three stripper poles sat on the stage, three ladies twirling and dancing as the men gambled and conversed. The hand on your bottom rubbed up your back as the music played in the background. Although you were focused on the executive whose hair you were caressing, you could feel the intense gazes of the other men who sat in the room, having become familiar with them all except the boss for the past few days.

The server finally came in with the glasses filled with poisoned booze, along with the bottle in the middle. She passed a cup to everyone besides you, unknown to the toxin that’s mixed in with the liquid. They’re all leaned back in their seats, man spreading while some sit with their ankle resting on their lap. The boss is leaned over with his arms against his lap, tired dark eyes staring at the bottle that sat in the middle. As you all thought, he didn’t even touch the glass that the server handed to him, having to place it on the table in front of the platinum haired male. An eyebrow raises as you notice the men who held their glasses, setting them on the table.

“Pretty girl.”

A hold on your chin turning you to face the rest of the men, causing you to shift on his lap to turn your whole body with your back against his chest. You're forced to face the boss who sat across, the other executives holding amusement on their faces while his expression stayed stoic. The glass is held in front of you from behind, the executive taking a hit of his cigar before blowing the smoke out.

“Why don’t you take the first sip?” You felt the vibration of his sultry voice against your back, keeping your expression straight so as to not ring any alarms. The team tenses as they listen to his suggestion.

“I’m not allowed to drink our guests’ beverages.” You smile politely, using your hand to gently move the drink to the side, your hand dropping when you see his grip tightening around the glass, holding it in place.

A deep chuckle released from a few of the men who sat in front of them, a particular executive who had his arms stretched across the top of the sofa as his leg was crossed. Using his index and middle finger to grab the blunt out of his mouth, a smile growing on his face. He sits up to pass the blunt across the table to the golden eyed man.

“We own this club. Take a sip.” The younger Haitani states. Your smile slightly drops as you bite your lip, nerves beginning to take over as you try to gain control of the situation.

“I’ve already drank enough tonight. I don’t want to fall off the pole.” You chuckle, hoping a joke will deter the direction in which this is going.

“I don’t think you understand, Y/n.” The one with blonde strands states, licking his lips before taking another long drag from the wood. He ashes it before passing it to the one with a pink mullet.

“If we tell you to do something, you do it.” His smile drops as he stares into your eyes, your own smile dropping as your heart begins to pound. You shift in the older Haitani’s lap, beginning to pick yourself up before he puts the cigar out and wraps his free arm around your waist, glass still in front of you.

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re goin, princess? The fun’s just begun.” You could hear his smirk in his statement.

“Why do you look so nervous?” The pink haired man questions before putting the blunt out. “It’s just a little booze. What’s the problem?”

“Say the signal, Y/n! Goddamnit!” Your husband whispers as his nerves are struck, hand trembling while holding the gun as he fears for your life. Your friend bites her nails as she awaits the word, eyebrows furrowed as the rest of the team listens in.

“Shit!” The commander hissed, throwing his pager on the ground in anger. Your friend turns to him as well as some of the other members.

“What’s going on?” One of the teammates questions in confusion, eyeing the man who paces back and forth of the hall, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.

“Their line was cut off abruptly. They had only just entered and all he screamed was ambush.”

“What does that mean?” Another teammate asks. The commander looks up with pure discomfort written on his face.

“It means they knew we were coming.”

“Y/n.” You look into the boss’s direction.

“Drink it.”

You stared at the liquid, face morphing into displeasure as you pause. Your eyebrows furrow with frustration as you realize you have failed your mission. You know that they know and now you have to evacuate the situation. Swinging your arm, you knock the glass to the floor, toxic liquid splashing as the glass shatters.

“S-O-S!”

The men immediately stood up with their guns facing the team who barged in, the room erupting in chaos and gun shots as the strippers left the stage, covering their heads in fear. The hand around your waist tightened as you tried to rid yourself of his grip. Your pressure point is pressed resulting in your body limping as darkness engulfs your vision.

You wake up to what you would imagine hell sounds like, screams of pain in the distance as the stench of residue death and blood reaches your nostrils. Opening your eyes, you come to your senses as you look down and see yourself completely bare. Eyes widening as you notice the tightrope that’s tied around your wrists and ankles. You’re lying on a worn out bed, bare mattress as your arms are stuck above your head, as well as legs spread as you struggle against the rope. You stare at the grimy floor, dried blood and bones lying around the room.

You eye the ceiling of the warehouse, bright lights hanging above as you shift your gaze to the machine that holds two thick vibrators below you near your ankles. Your eyebrows furrow as you notice the huge screen displaying a lot of movement in front of you, releasing a muffled scream as the cloth against your mouth blocks your speech.

“You’re awake.” You turn your head, only just now noticing the old couch facing the screen on the right side of you. Sitting on your right were three men, one of them walking towards you as the rest drank their alcoholic beverages. Two chesterfield chairs sat on your left, facing the screen.

Manjiro sits on the bed next to you as he looks ahead, all the while the screen displaying the members of your team running around and shooting as well as being shot at. Your heart pounds as you search for your husband and best friend, tears threatening to fall as you deny the thoughts that fill your mind.

“You put on an exciting show, I’ll give ya that.” Kazutora chuckles as he watches the screen, leaning back on the couch as he glances at you.

“Very entertaining indeed.” Ran takes a sip of his drink, sitting back with his legs crossed in the chair.

“You almost got us, Y/n.” Rin states, sitting on the chair next to his brother. “Pretty impressive for a conniving slut.”

“To think you could deceive us for as long as you did. Disgraceful.” Sanzu hissed as he narrowed his eyes, watching himself shoot another enemy on the screen. You could only watch in silence as Mikey’s gaze turned to you.

“Unfortunately, you’ve caught my attention.” He says as a hand slowly runs up your stomach, his fingers gripping your naked breast. Your eyes squint as your face warms with embarrassment and disgust, discomfort from being naked in a room full of your enemies. You feel so raw and vulnerable as you're humiliatingly nude for everyone to see. You wince in pain as the boss squeezes your nipple, pulling it harshly as he holds it in place.

“Keep your eyes on the screen.” He demands, releasing your nipple as he walks back to his seat on the couch.

You watch in fear as the screen displays two of your favorite people who are forced to kneel as they’re tied, facing the camera with tired looks.

“Where’s… hah….my wife you piece of shit?” He pants, his face and uniform bloody as his hands are tied behind his back. He grunts when a kick is met with his stomach before the person steps on his back, shoving him on his face.

“Shut up.” Kazutora hissed, grabbing the man by the collar and forcing him to sit up, only to kick his stomach again.

Your hands turn into fists as you struggle against the restraints, whimpering as the rope rubs into the tender skin. Sweat drips down despite the cold room, your body completely tense with anxiety. Your friend is quiet, barely awake as she leans over, grunting when she’s hit with a baton on her back.

“Sit up.” Ran states with a sly smile, a relit cigar in his mouth as he grabs her hair and yanks her up.

Sanzu crouches next to her. “Smile for the camera.” He grabs her chin as he forces her to face the camera.

Mikey pulls out the remote, clicking a button as the bottom vibrator extends, heading towards your bottom. You yell against the cloth as it comes closer to you, wiggling your body as you shut your eyes, bracing yourself as it makes contact with your anus. You groan in pain as it eases into your dry asshole, your stomach tightening as your head falls back and legs tense. The residue lube on the vibrator makes it easier to slide in, though the pain remains. The movement halts as soon as the object is deep inside of your ass.

“Watch the screen, Y/n.”

You return your teary gaze back to the screen, complying to not receive worse treatment. A lower setting is clicked as a sensation begins inside of you, buzzing along your walls. You squirm against the weird feeling as you watch your husband get kicked in the face by Rin, blood shooting from his nose before he drops his head, spitting a few teeth out. You grunt as the dildo is dragged out, rubbing along your walls as it continues buzzing before it’s pushed back in deeply.

The motion repeats as you throw your head back, the pain becoming a weird sensation that stimulates the walls of your ass, a fullness taking over as your hole becomes used to the size, the speed accelerating only slightly as your vagina becomes naturally wet, juice oozing to your asshole. Your nipples are rock hard as the cold air kisses them, the screen displaying your friend being snatched by the neck before she’s thrown against the ground, the end of the baton pressing into her back as she groans in pain.

The lower vibrator continues to buzz as it stops pulling in and out of you, pressing inside of you as the top vibrator moves closer to your pussy. You whimper as you cry against the cloth, watching as your husband gets shot in the shoulder by Kazutora, screaming in pain. Tears stream down your face as you watch Sanzu use his katana to stab it through your friend’s calf. Your friend screams, tears fall as she yells out an ugly cry.

Blood splatters as he yanks it out causing another cry to leave her mouth just as the vibrator eases into your vagina which causes you to cry out along with your friend. A pain forming considering the lack of vaginal juice, there only being enough for the rubber cock to enter deeply. It’s pressed against your cervix as it’s held there, the lower cock moving against your anal walls. You squirm once more, shutting your eyes again as you breathe through the pain.

Just as the cock pulls out of your vagina slowly, it’s shoved back in deeply as your head drops back. It repeats the process as your vagina becomes easier to access, rubbing along your g-spot with each thrust. Conflicting feelings form, a pleasure coming from your lower half as you watch the screen in terror. You glance at the men who were all facing the screen, watching themselves torture your family.

Ran stands from the chair as he walks to your bed, the rubber cocks accelerating their speed as one goes in and the other goes out. He leans over as he eyes your burning face.

“You’re a very lucky girl, Y/n.” He says before his lips meet with your cheek, a thumb grazing your sweaty forehead as you look back at him with wide eyes. You follow the other hand that came from your other side, the fingers caressing your neck.

“Otherwise you’d have the same fate as them.” Sanzu says before leaning over and kissing your lips above the cloth, his fingers circling around your neck as Rin and Kazutora walk to either sides, eyeing the dildos as Mikey pressed the button for them to go the same pace as well as thrusting into you at the same time, the rubber in your vagina hitting your g-spot repeatedly as it speeds.

Your hips buck uncontrollably as the sensation becomes intense, Kazutora reaching over to rub your clit as your arms pull against the restraints. You couldn’t hold back from the groans and whimpers that left your lips. Sanzu moves his hand to your chin as he turns your head slightly, biting your ear before licking along the lining. Ran lowers his head to your neck, sucking and kissing the tender skin as Rin lowers his head to your nipple, flicking the nub with his tongue before he closes his lips around it.

The katana slices through her opposite leg, hands gripping the handle making sure to add pressure to the wound.

“Please! Please just kill me!” She cries out, snot and saliva leaving her mouth as she tasted her own salty tears, the blood puddled under her causing a wetness to form against her pants.

Your husband is kicked from under, a shoe connecting with his testicles as he gives out a silent scream, losing his breath as his face turns completely red. Another punch, another kick, and another hit lands before another shot rings out, a bullet penetrating his lower back as another bullet penetrates his other arm. You turn your head to look away from the gruesome scene.

You finally begin to cry as the cocks penetrate your holes, engulfed by your own juice as they speed up. Pleasure shoots through you with each hit of your cervix, hips grinding against the rubber as you feel shame and embarrassment from the sensation as your husband and friend are being tortured right in front of you.

“How could you be so turned on by the sight of your loved ones dying?” Rin teases against her nipple, eyeing up at her with lazy eyes.

Mikey presses the button to accelerate the speed once more, your body tensing at the newfound electrifying feeling that pounds your pussy. You wail against the cloth as you watch the katana slice through your friend’s torso before it's pulled all the way through, half of her body detached from the rest as it falls over. You grunt and cry out more as your husband was shot repeatedly by two different guns, bullets going up his body repeatedly before landing in his torso as well as his neck, and head. His lifeless body falls limp as your head falls back.

Your hips buck up as you orgasm, screaming against the cloth as the cocks continue to overwhelm you as well as the fingers speeding against your clit while the camera is turned off, resulting in a white screen. Your eyes shut tightly as tears fall, the dildos going at a rapid speed as you near another forced orgasm quickly, your body convulsing as your nails pierce your palms.

“How does it feel to cum so hard while watching your loved ones die? Do you feel dirty?” Kazutora smiles as he continues to rub your clit, the dildos continuing to rub against your walls.

“You should. It’s disgusting.” Sanzu hissed against your ear before biting your neck.

Mikey walks to the end of the bed, staring at you with sunken eyes as you watch him turn up the vibration.

At this point your eyes were far up your head as you trembled against the feeling numbing your core, forced to release another orgasm as you grind it out.

Finally, the dildos vibration halts before they’re slowly pulled out of your pussy and anus, as well as Kazutora removing his fingers. All of them move back from you as you breathe heavily, tears still falling from the traumatic event you watched in front of you.

“Welcome to your new home.” Ran smiles as he pats your head.

“If you behave, you’ll get to move to our shared estate.” Kazutora beams.

“Till then, we’ll give you time to think about what you’ve done.” Rin states.

When the executives walk to the exit, Mikey stands above you. He only stared down at you before he turned to the screen and pressed the remote to replay the footage. The buzzing dildos come toward your holes once more as he leaves the room. You scream for help and beg for him to turn the video off. You cry hysterically as you're forced to take the rubber cocks once more as you watch your husband and friend get tortured again.

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