#SALTY ASS ENTI

[honoredbastard]

such pretty tears, baby boy ♡

“does this get you off?”          “MGH! y/n please-”     “ah ah ah-”   

✻ ˒ ໍ CHARACTERS ♡ bonten!mikey, bonten!rindou haitani and sadist gn!reader. all above the age of 20. they’re all timeskipped.

✻ ˒ ໍ CONTENT/KINKS ♡ NSFW, EDGING, TYING, OVERSTIMULATION, Y/N BEING A soft SADIST-(?) MASOCHISTS, BOTTOM, BOYS, GIVE NO REICIVE. drug/addiction mention(s). MENTIONS OF PET PLAY.

✻ ˒ ໍ A/N ♡ Y’ALL SADISTIC GN!READER HAS ME BY THE NECK-. i don’t know how to write rindou nor smut well FORGIVE ME GODS OF SMUT- it’s just a little drabble thingy ma jig that really couldn’t be kept in my drafts for too long- manga spoilers? draken will be next time? also toy/gear mentions.

::  ִֶָ MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO 𓂅

sex with mikey was usually nice, lazy, and quiet. on other days he’d devour your body like a starving man, but in reality he was a little on the frustrated side. sexually. at times he’d be away for business purposes as he’d tell you and leave sanzu or rindou to be your bodyguard. as for rindou you appreciated his company, he didn’t talk to you much but the times you’d cook for him ( he loves your cooking, bad or not this man will devour it in full. so will ran, ran is just all smiles and eating. burnt food? doesn’t bother him. ) and/or just a small conversation was enough for you to smile. although sanzu was a different story, the top trusted bonten members and mikey all shared a loft, including you. so it didn’t take a lot of time to understand sanzu’s.... addiction.

it didn’t bother you much but whenever you came out of your shared room with mikey, he’d stare. just stare at you calmly, sword or gun in hand. sometimes he mistook you for his s/o, other times he was too high to think straight and was sprawled out on the couch. half of his body melting into the floor. you wondered how he could do that comfortably. 

but that didn’t matter anymore, mikey was arriving home soon and you snuck around to grab some things around the house. a rope (thank you high sanzu for complying and ordering one), a ball gag, a small paddle that shouldn’t hurt too much, and a blindfold. all things you ordered off the internet after studying in secret for weeks.

when you were alone, lonely, and sexually frustrated you stumbled across bdsm and kinks. of course mikey had kinks and interests that he’d expressed to you which you happily indulged in them. ( his spanks hurt, but they make mikey’s hips thrusting against you afterwards 10x better. ) at the time you just believed you were a maso with a bratty side and mikey had to many kinks to list that left you both in undying pleasure.

all until you were alone all over again, sanzu drunk and on whatever drug he smoked or popped this time. you were free to do as you want. a little on the dangerous side when your boredom stretched for hours on end when sanzu was sober enough to recognize your sneaking presence. at times he’d play along and sneak up behind you ( he’s too good at this when he has his sanity tbh ) and whisper in your ear “what are we hunting this time?” “OH FUCK!!” you’d scream and on reflex threw a fist at the man, who’s arms blocked his face and your fist. “sanzu!” you groaned, heart thumping against your chest like a race horse.

“i’m sorry.” you voice strained, scared that you fucked up this last time with sanzu and he was tired of it. “it’s fine, it’s fine. i’m the one who scared you. sooo... whatcha sneakin’ about for?” he grinned, leaning closer to your face. his eyes felt like he could see your lies before you’d come up with one, so you just told the truth.... parts of it at least. “i didn’t want to wake you and i got ordered stuff that i wanted to use online and i was gonna go get it!” 

sanzu’s face that was inches apart from yours leaned away, he smiled politely before trotting back to the couch. “all good, just wanted to make sure boss’ partner wasn’t meetin’ other gang members. y’know?” his body practically melted into the couch, eyes flicking between you and the t.v before getting comfortable. “you know i would never, sanzu!” you grinned, he shrugged, eyes already half-lidded. 

yup, he was about as stable as a dizzy ram for a few minutes there. you sighed and marched your way to outside where two small boxes were stacked above a bigger box. those were all toys- anal beads, a small paddle, dildos. you name it, you ordered it. you could already fantasize it- mikey under your touch, tied to a chair with every. single. part of him.... exposed. your body felt a shock through it, biting your lip to remain calm but it was hard for your ideas to settle.

you could already feel a knot building in your stomach that you had to get out badly. mikey would be a couple hours right? when you arrived to your shared space with mikey, you put the boxes in the closet and searched for something of his. something that smelled of him, that made you tingle in all the right places. you found a familiar black shirt so you took it, plopped onto the bed and held it in one hand while the other went to town on yourself. you began losing your mind from the pleasure as you started edging yourself - falling into a fantasy of your own.

mikey body was wearing ropes like clothes, you were staring him down with a smug smirk. eyes slow and attentive, it made mikey twitch when he watched. toes curled when you licked your lips, biting down on your cheek to stop you from devouring him right there. no no no, you had to have your fun. you inched closer to him, eyes never leaving his.

the man unable to speak was bontens number one, his life was right there for you to hold in your palms. you were aware of this, but you treated him like he was another civilian. he, of course, allowed you to. your hands brushed his untouched cock that was dripping with precum, “excited already?” you asked, licking the pent up contents.

mikey, who was gagged, nodded quickly before your warm tongue dragged itself from his base to his already flushed tip. playing with the slit for your own amusement while he tried to buck his hips to no avail. you were aware he’d try to get himself into your mouth, lure you into his trap where he has his way with you and not the other way around.

“ah-ah-ah.” you shook a finger at him, a teasing yet playful tone, your hand wrapped itself around his veiny shaft, slowly but surely raising the speed with each bite you placed on his pale thighs. he twitched and squirmed as he neared his release till you slowed down at the peak moment. you could hear his frustration through his muffled pants and whimpers. your fingers rubbed back and forth across his slit before placing a thumb there.

you looked up at mikey who’s cheeks were redder than a tomato, you kept looking while your mouth neared his inner thighs. you placed hickeys, ran a nail from the inside his hip down his thigh which made him squirm more. his skin flinched at the odd feeling, then you did it with his cock.

that sent him into an odd feeling of pleasure that made his toes curled, breath hitch, and eyes squeeze shut. raising yourself from the ground, you sat onto his lap with open legs for taunting him. “should i remove that ballgag? hmm?” you questioned, blowing into his ear before biting at the lobe. “so sanzu can hear your pleasure as i play with you to my heart content?” you licked behind his ear, his head jerked back slightly - free rain to kiss up and down his neck.

 “i’m not letting you cum till you cry for me.. slut.” you clicked in his ear, he shivered at your dominance over him. 

I’M GOING TO HELL FOR THIS ONE EVEN IF IT’S SHITTY LMFAO-

::  ִֶָ RINDOU HAITANI 𓂅

sex with rindou was about a mix of everything. it was like those ‘god making me’ tiktoks you’d stumble upon every-so often from your pure boredom. at times you were allowed to go to bonten meetings and overs you weren’t. ( rindou is keen on protecting you from the heavy shit he sees too often. especially if those meetings are fucked up. ) so when you weren’t either someone who was already informed like koko or ran which rindou trusted more than anyone to watch over you, to be your bodyguard. 

the problem was, rindou didn’t touch you in the places that craved being touched. your bottom half was aching to feel his hands again, to become red, fading into purple and blues. aching afterwards but getting the best aftercare, you were treated like royalty after you let rindou have his way with you. you even missed his breeding kink that would never end and left you in a shaking mess.

yet although all the offers and signals you threw at him, he brushed you off. now this was getting on your nerves. very much on your nerves. so you set up a plan: overstim and edge your boyfriend beyond compare. you’d give him the best aftercare for a price. you were going to have your way with him, of course you’ll ask for consent and walk him through what you’d do to him. but after that the power exchange was all yours.

you’d both mutually set up on a safe word and if either of you couldn’t speak properly you set up a safe signal. rindou was invested in bdsm and you too, became invested into it. which may have flipped your sadist switch. the idea was to tie rin up or to a chair. you had plenty of gear ( both pet and non pet play ) and way too many restraining gear. which excited you of all the things you could do.

although you knew one thing for sure. you were going to play with his cock till it ached and tears were burning into his cheeks while you tried your way at humiliating him. he’d done this to you many times, restrained you, made your nipples harder than him. it was everything.

when you peered out of your room you saw ran sitting at the dinner table concentrating at something. “should i pester him?” you questioned aloud in a hushed voice, “hm? oh is that you, y/n?” “yes?!” you felt like you got caught, your voice was high pitched and confused which made ran laugh. “at ease, come on over here.” following his orders like a dog, you stumbled your way over to ran awkwardly.

you stared at the cards in awe, “are you playing by yourself?” “actually yes i am! would you like to play with me?” “sure!” you sat time with a smile, yyou seemed focused but your mind was somewhere else. far far away from the ground, it all played out with rindou’s loud moans and occassional grunts as your hand slid down his length. eyes flicking to him than the thing you were working so well for - applying your mouth soon after. though rindou failed your plans for his edging, you still went to town as he filled your mouth, riding his orgasim while you kept going. the pleasure becoming painful but it felt oh-so.... good.

                thanks for reading! <3 it was horrible but fun to write 10/10.                 rindou’s part sucked everything that i had worked on was                 deleted and i’m still pissed so it’s not great, thank you!

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

Old Nightmares

Summary: you're spending the night at Will Graham's house with the desire of helping him to deal with his troubled mind, but what about your own?

Warnings: deep kiss, kind of fluff, sad Will

Characters: Will Graham x reader

A/n: I've been totally obsessed with Hannibal since June when I decided to give another chance to the show. I gave up on the third episode for God knows what reason, but the decision of giving it a last chance was the best thing I've done this year. Anyway, I've loved Will from the very first moment that I saw him (very romantic) and I just couldn't find much Will Graham x reader fics, so I decided to create my own oneshot. I've been thinking about starting a fanfiction but my accumulated Marvel ones would kill me. Anyway, that's it, if you see any mistake just let me know, English is not my first language, blah blah. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. It's 4:00 AM, I need sleep

I woke up startled, breathing hard and sweating like a pig. For a few seconds I forgot where I was, but then it hit me. Bed. Guest’s bedroom. Will Graham’s place. I rubbed my face, trying to get rid of the agonizing feeling of the nightmare that pursued me every single night for almost ten years. 

I got up in the dark, waiting for my eyes to get used to the absence of light. It was a little bit cold, so I dressed up my robe, hugging my body as I tried to make as less noise as possible. I needed some water. My mouth was dry, the nightmare tasting bitter on my tongue. I walked down the stairs, foot after foot. All the dogs were probably with Will in his bedroom, so I didn’t have to worry about stepping in anyone’s tail. I took a glass from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water, trying not to think too much about myself snooping around without permission. I drank fast, the cold liquid washing away any kind of lame feelings down my throat. 

“You must be really thirsty”.

I nearly dropped the glass, swearing loud and turning to face him. Will was standing near the fireplace, completely in the dark. 

“Why, thank you for the wonderful fright. There goes my sleepiness. I’ll be wary as an owl all night” I said with humor, listening him chuckle lightly. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not used with having people wandering around my house in the middle of the night”. He came closer and I finally could see his face by the pale light of the moon invading the house through the window. He was also sweating, his hair glued to his forehead. His shirt was soaked.

“Hope I didn’t wake you up. I really tried to be as quiet as I could”. I said while filling the glass with water again. He agreed with a movement of his head, his eyes low and his lips showing a shadow of a smile. He never really maintained eye contact much, so I was already used to it. 

To be honest, I kinda appreciated it. Every time he made eye contact with me, my stomach seemed like it was on a fucking rollercoaster, like one of those very high and filled with loops.

I cared about Will. Ever since I saw him, the way he used his condition to help people even though it wasn’t mentally healthy for him… That was very altruistic. The way other people talked about him, like he was some kind of freak, it made me sick. It bothered him, more that I could ever know. By the time I realized that, I decided to be nothing but kind to him. Treat him like a normal person. Listen to what he had to say without judgement. He was different from others.

It didn’t take me very long to realize I was head over hills for him. Probably the whole FBI knew that, I wasn’t very good with hiding my feelings, it was ridiculous how much of an open book I was. 

So, yeah. Cared was practically an euphemism. 

“No, no. I was already awake” He explained, leaning his body on the kitchen counter in front of me while he observed me. His blue eyes wandered through my face, but he soon lowered them again.

I knew Will wasn’t okay. He kept having this altered states of consciousness, hearing things that didn’t exist, having weird fevers. Jack’s pressure on him wasn’t helping. He wanted to help, save those people, but I could see it was slowly breaking him. Will was falling apart, his pieces all scattered on the floor. The reason I was there in his house for the night was an animal inside his chaminee. He asked me to come by to help him but, by the time I got there, he made a hole trough the wall above the fireplace, claiming that it was probably a raccoon that climbed up and left. I saw how confused he was and offered to crash just in case other animal showed up, which he seemed a little bit relieved to accept.

And now, there we were. Two people awake in the middle of the night having a conversation about thirst. 

We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, wondering who would be the first to spill out the decadent reason to be awake. Should a nightmare really affect someone so much? Memories, broken memories of the past that insisted to crawl their way up to conscience again. Dark secrets that stung like a thousand needles in your whole body. 

“I had a nightmare” I finally gave up, placing the glass on the sink “It’s been haunting me for ten years, but it always hurts like the first time”.

His eyes were on me now. He came closer, leaning his back now on the counter by my side.

“What’s it about?” He asked, his hands grabbing lightly the sides of the counter like he was anxious for the answer. 

I didn’t answer right away, which made him break the eye contact. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” He started, but I shushed him with a fast gesture of my left hand, like I was repelling an insect.

I took a deep breath. His eyes were on me again, so distractive and interested that it helped me to gather the strength to talk about it.

“When I was a teenager, about seventeen, I came home from a party and found out that my dad cold blooded murdered my mom using a hammer. I found her, just lying there in a pool of blood. Everywhere I looked I could see her blood. The walls, the floor, the dinner table, the portraits. My dad, of course, was nowhere to be seen. He fled and left her there. For me to find her” I could feel my eyes watering up and cleaned my throat, trying to avoid them “So, I passed out and woke up a few hours later already in the hospital. My grandma, her mom, found us in the morning. There was a whole trial and the police tried to find him, but I never saw him again. So I started to go by my mom’s family name and joined the police to… I don’t know. Maybe in the beginning I was just seeking some sort of revenge against every bad guy I could lay my hands on, or giving them justice while I couldn’t find my dad to throw his ass on jail. But… This is who I am. I like helping people. I feel good. I’m a walking cliché, but that’s the truth.”

“You feel powerful” Will said in a low voice. I hesitated, but agreed with my head. Of course I felt powerful. I was helping to bring justice when I couldn’t have it myself. When I couldn’t help my family. It was a bittersweet feeling, but still sweet nonetheless. "I’m sorry about your mother, Y/n.“

Feeling a bit of courage, I turned to face Will, removing his wet hair from his forehead.

"Will… You know you can talk to me, right?” I asked with a comprehensive smile, my hands caressing his face while I couldn’t avoid it. He clinched his jaw, hesitating.

“Believe me. You don’t want to get inside my head” He took my hand from his face,  caressing it’s palm with the thumb softly. My eyes blinked fast, and for a moment, I held my breath.

“I want to help you, Will.” I lifted my free hand, caressing his jaw and part of his hair “And if that means I’m gonna have to go through your head, so be it.”

“Why?” He asked so low that for a moment I doubted he’d spoke “Why do you want to help me?”

He knew. Of course he knew. He just wanted me to say that out loud. To hear it. He needed me to reassure him.

“Because I care about you, Will. Maybe more than I should. Maybe beyond a professional level.” He closed his eyes while my voice sounded so weak, so naked. I felt nude, and was practically whispering by now. 

Will came closer, his hands on each side of my face. He caressed my lips with his thumb, making me part them and feel the salty taste of his skin. I could feel his breath on my face, feverish, warm. He came even closer and I made no objection, our lips finally touching.

It was a sweet kiss. By the time it abruptly ended, I had to hold myself on the counter. My legs felt like jelly. Will turned his back to me, his breathing hard and failing. 

“I can’t deal with this right now, Y/n.” He turned to face me, his eyes wide “This moment, this time… I’m too unstable. I’m hearing things that don’t exist, I’m seeing things, I’m loosing my mind. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“I want to help you” I repeated, holding his face with my both hands “Whatever it takes. What are you afraid of?”

He was shaking, his forehead sweating. He couldn’t face me.

“Will. Look at me” I made him stare at me, his eyes now wet “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. You wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, I know it. I feel it.”

“You don’t know that. I don’t know that” He insisted “I have this blackouts, sometimes I don’t remember things I’ve done or where I’ve been…”

“And we’ll get to the bottom of it. We’ll find the explanation to that.” I assured him. He smiled, a smile that never reached his eyes, kissing me again. I held his hair in my hands, feeling his grip on my waist hardening up. His firm hands lifted me with almost no effort at all, making me sit on the counter. I involved his hips with my legs, the kiss getting deeper and deeper.

Will broke the kiss, but he was smiling now, putting a part of my hair behind my ear.

“Come upstairs with me” he asked in a low, deep voice, making the rollercoaster in my stomach explode in fireworks. I knew exactly what he wanted. I bit my bottom lip, agreeing with my head. At that moment, nothing else mattered. At that moment, I was undoubtedly and entirely his.