#bontens murder baby

[zeltqz]

unwind with me | haruchiyo sanzu

pairing. ex bf!sanzu x fem!reader

word count. 3.4k

synopsis. when sanzu doesn't take you breaking up with him seriously.

content. mentions of murder (bonten antics), pills, sex under the influence, sanzu being in denial, clingly obsessive haruchiyo, toxic relationship, sanzu broke into your house, so implied stalking ig? no violence though

taglist. @insayninthamembrayn @mrsharuchiyo @thisbicc @Mishueb @littleoanh @gennysuga @wenumsmol @foreshadxw @meuw02

authors note. IM BACK BITCHES (kinda sorta idk) i know i promised to post like days ago but things happened so..........yeah my fault my fault

“This is me,” you said with a small smile to your date. The uber driver stopped outside your house as you dug through your bag for your keys. 

“I had fun today,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. His warm brown eyes stared at yours as you fought back the urge to kiss him. It’s late, the sun set long ago, the black sky littered with stars and the mood was just perfect. If there was another moment to kiss him it was now.

As if he was thinking the same, his eyes dropped down to your lips as his tongue darted out to wet his own. You leaned forward first, closing what little gap was left between both your bodies and you kissed him, slow and sweet. 

The driver watched the slow kiss through the mirror and frowned. “How adorable. But you need to leave my car. I have other stops to make.”

The two of you pulled away, having forgotten your surroundings and you cleared your throat, bidding goodbye to your date and the driver and slid out of the car.  When you looked back at the car, he had his hands in a phone gesture and mouthed Call me , making you giggle as the car drove off. You bit back on a shit-eating grin as you made your way up to your door. If it wasn’t for the love struck haze in your mind, you would’ve noticed how weird it was that your door was already unlocked.

Stepping inside your house, you flicked on the light, humming to yourself as you kicked off your shoes. You grabbed a sorry snack from the fridge and began to dig into it as you thought back to your day. This was the fifth date your friends set you up on this week alone. Each of them were exhausting and boring; the men mediocre at best, only talking about themselves the entire time and rarely asking you questions about yourself, your job or your life.

Today however, exceeded all your expectations. Not only was he nurturing, kind, and caring, he also paid for all your things despite telling him you could afford it, listened to you talking about your life and remembered bits and pieces to bring up later. It shocked you when he remembered a short joke you made earlier and even brought it up later causing you to break out into laughter.

Despite being the lovely person he was, there was still something missing. Compared to your ex boyfriend who quite frankly was crazy. You shook your head, refusing to think about Haruchiyo right now when you’re trying to move on. 

With a sigh, you walked over to your living room with the intent to watch some TV, and yelp when you see Haruchiyo reclining on your couch like he lives here. Like you didn’t break up with him last week. He even had the audacity to put his filthy shoes on your furniture just because he can. 

“Get out.”

He looked away from the TV and over to you. With the darkness in the living room, his face looked even more haunting as the TV screen lit up half of his face, his mouth stretched into a chilling smile that sent shivers down your spine. If you had something other than a teaspoon in your hands right now you would’ve dashed it at him. 

“But you just got here…” he said with a frown. 

“And you need to leave. Right now. B—before I call—”

“Call who? The police? You know Bonten basically controls them, right?” He leaned back against the couch, stretching his long arms out and smirked at you. “I practically own them. They worship me baby.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. I won’t call the police. But you need to get out.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, all teeth at you. “Nice to see you too.”

You felt like you had 400 pound shackles on your feet with how heavy your footsteps were, but you stopped in front of the couch. “Why are you here?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Can I not see you? Check up on you?” The fact he looked genuinely confused made you want to rip your hair out.

“You have a phone. I have a phone.”

“You blocked me,” he cut you off, narrowing his eyes.

You crossed your arms over your chest, fighting back a scoff. “Take the hint.” You leaned closer to his face, hoping the closeness would make your words actually enter his ears not float past him. “We. Broke. Up. I do not love you anymore.”

Haruchiyo hummed, stroking his chin, looking up at the ceiling. “No…No I don’t recall us breaking up.” He looked back down and smiled playfully when he watched your serious face fall. “I remember you telling me to fuck off and die though. That’s what you told me.” He shrugged. “Nothing about breaking up though.”

“Huh?” You blinked at him, hands clenched to your side. “It’s common sense!” You took a deep breath, stepping away from him to pace around your living room, all the while he just leaned forward, grabbed the snack you dropped on the table and began to eat it. 

“You know what. Fine.” You crossed the room once more, stopping in front of him. “I want to break up.”

He shook his head taking a bite of the Oreo. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I want to break up.” You meant every single word and you noted the exact moment he realised you weren’t playing around. His mouth fell into a flat line and his eyebrows creased as he frowned.

“You don’t mean that,” he repeated, standing from the couch. You took a step back when he kept walking towards you until you hit the wall. His eyes flashed dangerously as he glared down at you. “Take it back.”

“No,” you spat back, holding your ground. Deep down you knew it wasn’t right for you to be provoking him like this, not with a track record like his. But you were sick of being submissive. “I—I mean every word.” You had to force the words out, hoping with each passing the weakness inside you left with it. 

But the second you stuttered it all went to fail.

His smile only grew. “That so?”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Why’s that?” He pouted, his whole demeanour condescending as he brushed his hand over your cheek. The faint tingle of his fingers brushing along your skin had your lip trembling, fighting the urge to flinch away from his touch. He’s so scary. “C’mon, tell me why? What did I do?”

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “You’re dangerous, Haru.”

He snickered a little. “Common knowledge, sweetheart.” He moved his hand down to your chin, fighting your face up to his eyeline. “What else?”

From the corner of your eye, you can’t miss the tattoo on his forearm. The permenant, constant reminder that Haruchiyo will always be who he is. When you first saw the tattoo, you let ignorance consume you, thinking he just liked the design, but now you know the true meaning behind Bonten and their motives, you know Haruchiyo’s job excuting people he thinks are traitors. The fact when you asked for his body count and he only shrugged made you want to puke. You can’t look at the tattoo the same anymore, neither can you look at him the same.

“You kill people.”

“So?”

“So?” You blinked uselessly at him. “Are you serious? Y—you can’t just kill people Sanzu! It’s—”

“It’s Haru to you.” He had the audacity to roll his eyes but at least he removed his hand from your face. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”

You crossed your arms together and shook your head. “No. Not anymore.”

His lips twitched up into a smile, the corners of his scars following suit. Those same scars you used to kiss every night and tell him they’re beautiful and unique do nothing but scare you even more. “Do you remember what you used to say to me?” he started, slowly tilting your head to the side by your chin.

“I used to say a lot of things.” You swallowed harshly, hoping he doesn’t feel the tremble of your jaw.

“You said that you love me,” he muttered, distracted by your lips and how sexy they looked under your ceiling light, “that you cared about me…swore that you’d never leave me—”

The memories of each moment fill your mind, the images of kissing him goodbye, squeezing him tight and begging him to stay before he could leave, pouting when he told you he couldn’t stay the night because he had “work to do”.

Vaguely, you wonder that if you knew what ‘work’ consisted of, would you have let him stay the night? 

“That was before…”

“Before what?” He looked at you confused, intrigued.

You took a deep breath, swallowing your emotions down. “Before you lied to me about who you were and what you did!” Your voice got higher the more you spoke, and you hated the way you sounded and the way tears fell down your face. “I fell in love with the guy before I figured out who you were. You’re a fucking murderer and I don’t love you.”

The silence was deafening, filled with nothing but the dull sound of your AC, the water from the tap dripping slowly into the sink, and the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm yourself down. 

He backed away and started laughing. It was a low chuckle that slowly erupted into something more, a full fit of laughter and you couldn’t help but feel so small, like the punchline of some unknown joke.

“What’s—what’s so funny?”

He can’t stop laughing, even after he slapped a hand over his mouth to conceal it. “Nothing—nothing. It’s just—fuck. You’re so dumb.”

“I—” You blinked at him. 

“You knew exactly what you were getting into when you dated me. You’re not fooling anybody with this act of yours. You like the thrill, don’t you? You had this mindset that you thought you could change me, right? That’s what this is about?”

“I didn’t— No. I di—”

“No,” he cut you off, standing in front of you again. He placed his hand on your waist and tugged you closer. “You did. You just don’t want to accept the truth.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back a whimper when you felt his lips by your ear, your legs turning weaker by the second when he whispered, “You can’t accept the fact you’re in love with someone like me.”

You inhaled sharply when he licked your earlobe. “I don’t love you.”

He hummed softly by your ear, and you hated how the sound calmed you. If it wasn’t for the fact your heart was beating so fast it might as well have jumped outside of your chest, you know you would’ve forgot about everything he did or made you feel and melted into his touch. 

“Why don’t you love me?” His lips tickled your ears as he whispered, voice full of emotion and it almost pained you to spend another second with him this close to you. His face turned, his nose sliding against your cheek leaving a compellingly warm trail until he stopped by pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It was far too short for your liking, but you couldn’t help but feel relieved when he pulled away, untrusting of your own body to have the strength to pull away yourself. “What did I ever do to you?”

“N—nothing…”

“So why do you hate me?” When you shook your head and tried to look down at the ground, he lifted your head up back to his. 

“Stop it,” you grumbled, trying to shake out of his grip but froze when he pressed his forehead against yours. Green eyes peeked down at yours, and your stomach ached when you saw the heat in his eyes. “I don’t hate you Haru… I just—” You struggled to find the words for the sudden inner turmoil you were facing regarding your feelings. “I don’t know.”

“So you love me? Hm?” He nudged your face back to his when you looked distracted. “C’mon.”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. You love me just like I love you. Look at me.” He gently shook you. You flicked your eyes up at him, shiny with your tears that had his thumb tingling to wipe it off, or lick it off. Either option has him satifised. 

Licking your tears though will probably creep you out even more and it took him this long to calm you down, the last thing he’d want is to scare you off again. So he chose the latter, wiping your tears away as he shushed you. 

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I got you.” You started to cry harder to the point he needed buckets to clear it all away. He pushed your head into his chest and you wrinkled his shirt with how hard you gripped it, and sobbed silently. “You’re getting my shirt wet, baby.”

“Shut up,” your voice was watery as you stifled a laugh, embracing him in a tight hug. The tears didn’t stop until he pulled your face away, holding you with one big hand on your cheek. 

“Lemme make you feel better, baby.” He doted kisses along your cheeks. You shook your head and snifled. 

“I can’t.”

“You can. Look at me.” There was a hint of demand in his voice that had you forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He licked his lips as he looked searchingly across your face. He was leaning forward and your eyes squeezed shut when he met your lips in a kiss. 

His hand slid down to your back, pulling you towards him till your chests touched. Your arms ached with the need to hold him back, wrap his arms around him to embrace him the way you want him to. 

“Haru, n—” He sloppily kissed you again, pushing you back against the wall. 

You moaned into his mouth when he moved his hands to your ass, squeezing and holding it in a painful grip as his tongue devoured your mouth, licking along yours. He always kissed sloppily, loving nothing more than to pull away and watch the string of spit break. One of his hands moved upwards to carress your waist, squeezing gently as he slowly slid up your shirt, his fingers tickling your stomach moments later. 

You broke the kiss to switch angles, holding him by the back of his neck, pressing your chest as close to his as possible in an unspoken request for him to go further. He lifted you off the floor and your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Your mind was screaming at you for letting yourself slip between the cracks of Haru’s fingers again, but your body was aching, rolling with heat that only Haruchiyo could extinguish. 

With that, he flopped you onto your bed, kneeling between your legs and started to unbutton his shirt. “I missed you so fucking much,” he said, throwing his shirt somewhere into the dark corner of your room. 

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying it back.

 “Open your mouth,” he commanded, digging into his pants pocket for a baggie of MDMA pills. He placed one on your tongue, and slotted one on his, letting it dissolve on his tongue before leaning down to lick into your mouth. This was the level of sloppiness he’s craved, rolling his tongue against yours, sucking on it until you caved, running your hands along his chest until they reached his pants.

You hooked a finger into his belt loop, unbuckling the item and sliding it off him. He broke the kiss to look down at your hands as they disappeared into his pants, his mouth dropping open as you brushed his cock lightly. “F—fuck…”

“Feel good?” You whisper in his ear, tugging his earlobe between your teeth. 

“Yeah,” he murmurred, leaning down to lay a littany of sloppy kisses down your neck and chest. You lifted your arms up and helped him remove your shirt before he was groping your chest. 

His hands slid under your body and unfastened your bra, tossing it in the same direction he disposed of his shirt. “Never seen someone with better tits than yours, fuck.” He sat back and squeezed them together, enjoying the sight of his hands alone covering your whole breast. “You’re so sexy.” 

His head lowered close enough until he latched onto a nipple, his tongue circled around it as he licked and sucked. Your chest stuttered in your chest as his warm mouth made you dizzy. “Haru.”

“Hm?” He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “What’s wrong?”

The effects of the pill had your mind blanking and sensations intensifying. Every vein in your body was on full alert as you felt the raw jittery energy run through them. “Keep going.”

He grinned as he watched your trip start and began sucking down your stomach. Your hands bunched up his hair, unaware of the tight grip you possessed when his tongue stopped above your abdomen. He all but ripped your pants off, leaving your underwear on and continued his journey to your thighs. 

“Haru, come on,” you whispered, impatient. You were just as hungry to see him between your legs as he was to eat you out.

“Fuck…you look really good…” he murmurs as he raked his eyes down your body, focused on the spread of your legs. He hooked his finger under your panties and tugged on it, your slick attaching to his finger and he licked his lips. “So wet already?” 

“...shut up.”

He chuckled and began pulling your panties down. Two big palms spread your legs to make enough room for his face. His eyes sparkled with admiation like he’s eyeing the worlds holiest relic. The moonlight bouncing from the window only made your wet folds glisten, paired up with the way the drugs melted through his system made his mouth water. He got a little lost in the moment when he slides a finger through your folds, relishing in the hitched moan that left your moan. 

How he missed that sound. How he missed your sounds.

Your little breathless ‘please’ was lost behind closed ears when he licked a long stripe on your cunt. A muffled slur of his name slipped from your mouth as he slowly ate you out, focusing on the way your wetness felt on his tongue. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking obscenly so that your back arched off the bed. 

Drinking from you is so addictive and sweet he thinks he might cry if he has to pull away. He pulled you closer, your body being dragging along the sheets as he continued to devour you. The closer your body was, the more hungry he felt, and his nails dug into your numb thighs painfully. 

His tongue lazily licked up and down at your clit until your legs were squeezing his head, shifting restlessly on the bed to get him away from you. 

“H—haru, fuck fuck fuck,” you whimpered, pulling his hair aggressively as your body shook with pleasure. 

“Not yet, baby. I’m not done,” he spoke into your pussy, moving back to your clit. “Wanna lick you dry, holy shit.” 

“I can’t—” You whined, trying to push him off you. After a couple more scratching and tugging, he pulled away, the bottom half of his face soaked in your slick. 

“If you can’t even handle my tongue, how can you handle my cock?” As if to prove his point, his cock was thick and hard in his boxers when he stood up, moving to kneel between your legs. 

Watching Haruchiyo strip was like a holy rite, the way his dick sprung out from his boxers. Especially when he began palming his length, pushing more and more precum from the tip with each jerk.  Your mouth watered as you sat up slowly to get on your knees, moving to the end of the bed where he stood.

You wrapped a hand around his cock, making his hips jerk forward when you began to lap at the bead of precum beading at the tip. He let out a faint moan at the way your lips suctioned around his cock, the warmth of your mouth making his head spin the lower you sunk down.

“Just like that…” he bit his lip drawing blood as you started to bob your head up and down. Your jaw ached from the stretch and it took everything in you not to choke, but you wanted to please him, so you endured it and took him as far in as you could.

The second your nose brushed his pelvis, his hand flew to the back of your head and held you down there, head thrown back, mouth flopped open as he let out puffy breaths with each passing second your throat convulsed around his cock.

He pulled you off and positioned you onto all fours, rubbing and smacking at a single cheek. “You know what you do to me?” He licked his lips, moving his cock between your thighs and began to slowly fuck them. 

The heat of his cock plus the wetness between your legs made you slowly fuck back, face tucked between your arms. His cock is nestled perfectly between your thighs and to tempt him more, you squeeze your thighs together, fighting back a laugh when he groans.

“Oh, it’s like that huh?” He pulled out and you never felt more empty despite him not even fucking you yet. “You wanna keep that same attitude in five seconds?”

“Wha— fuck!” you moaned out, nails scratching the sheets when he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust. “Oh my god! F—fuck!” Your body bounced back against him as he held your hips, fucking into you like you’re a fuck toy, submissive and pliant.

He threw his head back, closing his eyes as your pussy squeezed and gushed around his cock. He fucked you till you’re stuffed, your walls dragging along his cock with every thrust. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles, voice borderline shaking. He stopped moving and spanked you again, making you jolt. “Fuck back onto it.”

“N—no,” you managed to stutter out, still keeping your stubborn demeanour. 

“No?” His thrusts came to a stop. 

“Don’t stop.” You frowned, straining your weak muscles to look behind you, but he shoved your face back into the sheets. 

He bent forward until his back was flush against yours, and spoke into your ear. “I said fuck back onto it.” He dug his hands into your hair and lifted you up. “You gonna do as I say?”

“Y—yes.” He let go of your hair and moved back and watched with wild eyes as you slowly pushed off his cock and back down. “O—oh my god,” you moaned out, digging your face back into the sheets as you continued fucking yourself on his cock. Every now and then he’d slap your ass and groan into your ear, all sinful and low enough to spur you on and go crazy on his cock even more. 

Sanzu practically felt your whole body go numb as you silently screamed into the sheets as your body trembled. Your orgasm was intense and he snapped his hips forward, making your silent scream a yelp as he pinned you back down to the bed, fucking into you with the intent of cumming inside you. You could feel his hips stutter and after a couple seconds, he slammed once more then there was a wet squelch and a moan followed by heavy panting. 

He pulled out and sat back, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Your body was stiff and limp and the lack of energy made it hard for you to move. After a couple seconds, you heard him slide off the bed and begin looking around your room for his clothes. In the time it took him to change back into his clothes, you managed to lift yourself enough to roll over onto your back. 

After fixing his belt, he pulled out his phone and read a message from Mikey before putting it back into his pocket. “I gotta go. Got more business to take care of.” He winked at you, taunting you now that you know the meaning behind his ‘business’ and swiftly shut the door behind him.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Helloo! It's my first time requesting:)) I love your fics lol. You write so good!!

Can I please request yandere bonten men with a slightly chubby bimbo reader who's insecure about her weight. She's bubbly, gullible and naive. They caught her talking to someone who's tryna hit her up. For the nsfw part can I please get belly bulging 😔

no? *sigh* fine.. here's my offering..

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Yandere!Bonten!Mikey x Chubby!Insecure!Bimbo!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mention of Sanzu and Bonten execs, brief mention of murder, gun use, lowkey naive!reader, size kink, belly bulging, big dick!Mikey, spanking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda rough sex, not proofread ♡

note: I didn't know if you wanted a poly relationship or separate, so I just chose Mikey (I couldn't do all of them, I'm sorry but my brain is fried), I'm trying to keep the note short so anything else I have to yap about is in the tags

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You, your husband, and the Bonten executives were out at one of their nightclubs, trying to enjoy the little bit of time they had to spare due to their demanding jobs. You were in your cutest little dress, Mikey's favorite dress to be more precise. The one that hugged your curves just right and drove him damn near insane from how bad he wanted to rip it off of you.

Bonten had all gone their separate ways throughout the night, essentially leaving Sanzu in charge of watching you. He walked away from the booth you were sitting at for not even five minutes just to turn around and see a man, who he recognized as one of your coworkers, sitting across from you and quite obviously flirting with you.

Sanzu's first thought is to get this man away from you, by any means necessary. He walks back over to the booth, drawing his gun and pressing it to the man's temple.

"I don't know if you know this, but this lady right here is my boss's wife. So I suggest you move unless you want a piece of metal in your brain."

As soon as he's made aware of the situation, Mikey gets security to escort the man out the club, you can tell he did it because he has the slightest of smirks on his usually blank face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as if to give you a warning.

"What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"But he's not-"

"Don't talk back to me, I could have this whole place burned to the ground in a matter of seconds with that bastard trapped inside."

Soon, the rest of Bonten comes over and surrounds you at the table, naming off all the things they could do to your coworker.

"We could send some of our men to his house, teach him a little lesson without-" Koko tries to suggest.

"Or we could just take care of him ourselves." Sanzu interjects, itching to whoop some ass.

They couldn't care less about the man being your coworker because employees are always replaceable and they know Mikey would rather you not work with him anyway, so they all silently agree to take care of him permanently later on. For now, Mikey has to take care of you. He excuses himself, dragging you from the club into the car, and as soon as he gets you home he's bending you over the kitchen counter and pushing your dress up past your hips.

"C'mon baby, you know better than to test me like that, don't you?"

Mikey brings his rough, calloused hand down on your ass, smirking as he hears the little squeak that slips out your mouth. He grips your soft hips, his bulge pressing right against your pussy through your panties. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and underwear down. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your plump thighs to reveal your soaked cunt.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”

His middle finger slides back and forth between your folds, brushing lightly against your clit and making you weak in the knees. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases in, his fat cock stretching you out and causing a painful yet pleasurable burning sensation deep in your stomach. You can feel the tip of his dick knocking against the inside of your tummy, bulging through and pressing you firmly against the counter.

"Fuck! You're squeezing the life outta me."

"T-too big 'Jiro.."

"Too big? C'mon you can take it baby, you always take me so good."

His hips slap against your ass as he thrusts hard, his hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you off the counter to get a deeper angle. His free hand reaches around, cupping your tummy and applying pressure to the bulge formed there.

"You're so full of me, aren't you baby?"

All you can do is nod hurriedly and spew out nonsense in the form of moans, too fucked out to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He presses soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his thrusts slowing down as he feels your pussy clenching around him as you cum. He lets out a raspy grunt shortly after as he starts to cum, filling you with his hot, gooey load.

He chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out, high off of his orgasm as he watches his cum leak out of you and drip down your thighs.

"You did so good princess. Gonna start behaving now, right? No more talking to strangers yeah?"

You mumble a soft 'Mhm' as your legs start to give out and you lie against the counter.

"Good." He peppers kisses on the nape of your neck before fixing his pants and helping you walk to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

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Taglist

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[hai7ani]

HELHEIM: A Bonten Universe

⚡︎ Bonten timeline, fem!reader(s), canon-typical violence, 18+ MDNI

↓ happens in order ↓

Hound Dog [TBA]

灰谷蘭 Haitani Ran cw TBA (no happy ending)

His Favourite Girl

灰谷竜胆 Haitani Rindou cw sex work/prostitution, objectification, gun usage, leashing

愛的最高境界是心疼

灰谷竜胆 Haitani Rindou cw smut, sex work/prostitution, murder, gun usage

Moth to a Flame (Amsterdamn)

三途春千夜 Sanzu Haruchiyo cw dark content, death/grief, nudity, drugs/tobacco usage (not detailed for drugs), objectification, twisted minds

She: Interlude

灰谷竜胆 Haitani Rindou cw smut, light exhibitionism/voyeurism, objectification

Extras

The way you love me (be my baby): A Prequel

灰谷竜胆 Haitani Rindou cw smut, objectification, sex work experiences are detailed

Playlists

HELHEIM: A Bonten Universe main playlist

Hound Dog chapter playlist

愛的最高境界是心疼 chapter playlist

Moth to a Flame (Amsterdamn) chapter playlist

情絲: His Gem, His Treasure character playlist (Haitani Rindou)

A Look into Her Mind: 大江聖奈 character playlist (Ōe Seina)

(幽玄) The Angel with Clipped Wings character playlist (Rindou's reader)

The stories happen in order.

Different stories featuring different characters has a different 'reader' (you). Ex: the reader from Ran's story is not the same reader from Rindou's.

HELHEIM will be mainly focusing on Rindou's story; the other characters and their chapters are created for plot purposes.

The reader from Sanzu's story has a name in other chapters for plot purposes.

Collection is ongoing; more chapters may be added/slotted in between posted ones.

Character Trivia [TBA]

[gatitties]

Hello there! This is simply a brainrot, and I'd like your opinion/thoughts on it if you don't mind! Sort of inspired by the platonic yandere Bonten writing!

Imagine being platonic yandere Sanzu's darling aka best friend, and surprisingly you ended up in Bonten with him as a fellow executive. Sanzu values loyalty, and the fact that you remained good friends with him for THAT long showed that you passed his loyalty test. How can he not adore you? In his eyes you're perfect.

How would you think the dynamic would be like considering that darling is also an executive of Bonten? I honestly can see things going from something simple like you missing your office supplies/ weapon the second you look away to more extreme things like Sanzu abusing those who he sees as getting too close to you behind your back if they're not a Bonten executive.

I can also see the other Bonten members, especially Akashi helping you hide from Sanzu if he's being too overbearing.

Have a nice day/night!

─Platonic!Yandere!BFF Sanzu x reader

─Summary: The paranoia that you will disappear out of nowhere or someone will hurt you eats away at Sanzu's troubled mind.

─Warnings: obsession, toxic behaviors, mention of drugs

I couldn't just give an opinion, I needed to write about this!! So here's some content for you <3

─ Sanzu appreciates few things in life, he has always followed Mikey like a faithful dog, even if that means getting his hands dirty doing the hard work, but besides his boss, you were always there despite everything.

─ You got involved for him more than you originally thought, starting in the teenage stage with the gangs, committing some small crimes almost in adulthood, until becoming one of the executives of Bonten, all because of caring about your best friend.

─ You also appreciate his loyalty to you, he has been one of the only friends who has not abandoned you or put you aside, although you knew that he was not the best company sometimes due to his violent tendencies, you decided to deliberately avoid that subject, you never had an excessive amount of friends, and you gave yourself the whim of, despite being a little scary, keeping Sanzu's long-lasting friendship.

─ Unknown to you, he was much worse than a plain violent person, at least regarding you, he hid his most twisted thoughts so as not to scare you, he didn't need to take drastic measures at the last minute if he revealed to you all the atrocities he had committed for you.

─ Extortion, breaking and entering, kidnapping, murder… he could list them all, none justified for work but for your safety, even though you were an executive of Bonten, in Sanzu's eyes you were still that adorable friend who worries when sees him hurt.

─ He would like you to think of him as you always have, that your treatment of him does not change, therefore, it is better that you do not know what he does behind your back, that you think that he is still the same fool who came to your house crying at night because he had been hit too hard in a gang fight.

─ He knows you well enough to know that you will not like what he does.

─ He'll totally steal you random stuff, like if he has a mission away from you, he'll take that pen you've been using lately so he has something to "connect" you two when you're not around, and who knows, maybe he can use it as a weapon.

─ Even though he tends to steal your clothes because he can't get enough of your scent, he likes to smell like you, it makes him feel at home, of course, he also insists that you wear some of his clothes so that others can relate the smells and not poke their noses into something that's his.

─ He's a cry baby when you're not paired up on some errands, maybe he'll complain to Mikey, but if the boss doesn't want to, he'll let it go on the condition that the next day you have a day just the two of you doing some hobby.

─ The relationship with the other executives is quite neutral in your view, a little closer to Akashi or Kakucho because they are a little friendlier once you take your time to get to know them, you don't see Kokonoi and Mochizuki much, but you maintain a cordial relationship with them, as well as with Mikey, you don't see him much either.

─ On the other hand, the Haitani brothers are another story, Sanzu doesn't seem to like them very much when they are around you, they tend to be too flirtatious, although your best friend doesn't care if you have a romantic relationship, it has to be him and only him who approves whether that person is suitable or not to receive so much affection from you.

─ The Haitani are not on his good list, they are delinquents (a bit hypocritical bro), they run brothels, you deserve better.

─ Sanzu is very open to touch, in fact, whenever he can he is stuck to you like a sticker, like your shadow, he needs to have your body against his to know that you are still there with him and that you will not disappear like smoke.

─ You turn to his brother a lot when Sanzu is going overboard with all that stuff about keeping you in his sight so that nothing bad happens to you, in addition to when he is drugged, you prefer not to see that state of his and you have had many arguments with him because of that, even though he always says that he will get better, Akashi will be your shoulder of comfort in those moments.

─ Everyone knows how obsessed your best friend is with you, but they won't say anything unless you discover something and you are extremely anxious, as long as his obsession doesn't interfere with their work, Sanzu will be able to keep his best friend until death do them part.

[macsimagines]

The most wicked but potentially horrifically adorable idea just popped into my head…

Bonten!Mikey, Future!Kazutora, and Future!Draken waking up one night to find darling gone. They rush out just to find darling outside, clearly distressed, because they want to leave but genuinely can’t bring themselves to do it… That they’ll miss them…

Basically that sweet old Stockholm syndrome finally hitting, and hitting hard 🫢🫢🫢. How would they react to seeing that.

YUMMY YUMMY ANGST MY FAVORITE

TW:YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINOR DNI, KIDNAPPING, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, BABY TRAPPING, POSSIBLE MURDER, ABUSE MENTION

Yandere!Bonten Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)

The fact that you were able to sneak out of his arms while he slept with you was shocking, but the fact that you actually managed to slip out had been a miracle.

He wakes up in a cold sweat, and the hammering in his heart never stops since you're not there to hold him and shoosh him after another nightmare.

Honest to god, he's about to fucking loose it when he can't find you in the bathroom. Then he's sprinting out the door, gun in hand ready to pistol whip you with it for even trying to pull this shit then he sees you.

Sitting on the steps to the hideout, knees pulled up to your chest just staring out into the freezing October night. Your nighty is a little damp from a passing drizzle and he has no idea how long you've just been sitting there, just that you haven't so much as blinked at him since he got to you.

For a split second he's worried you're not even breathing, but then he hears the small little mutters coming from you and something in him just tears at your words...

"I can't go he needs me. If I leave then he's all alone, I can't let him be alone, I can't go, what is he supposed to do without me, how can I-"

Mikey can't listen to another word just scoops you into his arms, you're too cold, baby. How could you do that to yourself, and takes you inside where he can keep you safe and warm. Maybe its better this way. You can be broken together.

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

He is so deluded that you're where you want to be that you leaving just isn't even a possibility for him. Not to say that he wasn't prepared for you to try it at first but after a half a year being his wife (prisoner) and you saying your first "I love you," to him a few nights back, he let himself get comfortable.

Then comes the night where he wakes up and you're not right next to him. His brain is surging and his heart is quaking in a new kind of fear he hasn't felt in years.

He's tearing the house apart screaming for you; "B-baby!? Time to come out now! I'm not havin' fun! Y/N WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

When that doesn't work, he's heading for the door, knife in hand. Honestly the adrenaline has him delirious and he's not even sure if the knife is for you when he finds you or for himself if he can't.

Kazutora almost trips on your hunched form, but there you are! Curled up into a ball on the steps. "Y/N?" voice hoarse from all the yelling, but so goddamn happy to see you.

The knife drops with a loud clang and he's embracing you too tight that it almost hurts. "Hey, Kazu," you say very plainly. You couldn't even make it past the steps as soon as you got out the door.

You couldn't move your legs to run up the road, not even when you heard him screaming and wrecking the house inside. You weren't even afraid of what would happy when he found you. Just numb.

Kazutora brings you in, ignoring the whirlwind mess, even stepping on broken glass just to get you inside, where he can keep you safe and locked.

You don't even flinch when he locks the collar onto your neck. "J-just to be safe. You understand, right baby?" And you nod. Because the sick thing is you really do.

Yandere! Ken Ryuguji (AKA Draken)

You've been with him for years. Even before he took you. But about three years ago when you tried to go he made it so you never could.

But now was your chance, he'd become laxed, or maybe he had been too tired to keep up his usual routine, because he had forgotten to lock you in that night.

So Draken wakes up and you're not there. He's furious, how could he have forgotten to secure your chain before going to bed with you that night!?

He had just felt so relaxed and happy that day, but that was his own stupid fault. The reason he was so happy was because he had been careful, one fuck up and now you're gone.

He's running out of the house grabbing his keys when- he finds you. A bottle of his bourbon in your hands and you leaning against the side of the house taking swig after swig in the freezing night.

"Y/N," he hisses, almost like a question, because if you weren't going to leave then why the hell were you here?

"Tried to go," you tell him, words slurred, "Didn't make it very fuckin' far."

He stares at you for a moment, before finally asking; "Why not?" And then you turn to look at him although that look in your eyes kind of makes him feel like you can see though him, not at him.

Not breaking eye contact once you point up at your infant daughter's window. The child you didn't even want, the baby that for the first time since she was born, you actually had held that very day.

"Don't even fuckin' like that brat," you hiss at him, but god only know why you couldn't bear to leave her with him, "...I know." he'll say, reaching for the glass to have a drink of his own.

But you loved her enough to stay. Just like he knew you would.

[luvpookie02]

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

002: Dark Desires and Dangerous Games

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"SANZU!" Mikey barked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hellooo can i request bonten and a househusband who really likes cute things and planting? For example, whenever Y/N makes lunch or food for them in general. It always has to be something shaped cutely. Or when they go to Y/Ns room it has a bunch of plants and just cute things in general. ♡ also, anything you write is okay with me :]

(Im sorry if i asked for too much or if it didnt make sense!! Pls take care of yourself :) -🌿)

It made perfect sense don't worry

You did great

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Vibrant.

That's how Bonten would describe their beloved husband, a shining beacon of happiness and positivity that they would quite literally murder if anyone tainted that or tell him what they did.

(Name) could never know what they did.

They sort of started their relationship on a lie and they were going to lie their way through it.

Each member of Bonten + (name) had a room in the luxury penthouse, the men making sure (name) had a view of the ocean, ample light for his copious plants.

(Name) loved plant keeping and the crime lords loved the fresh air that came with it.

"Sorry..." (name) said softly as he clipped some herbs for his husband's lunches, fresh herbs always tasted better after all.

(Name) woke up earlier than the others, wanting to make sure they had a good breakfast and lunch, their lunch boxes looking cute and writing cute notes on them.

"Good morning 'jiro" (name) turned to kiss his husband's cheek and return to cooking "breakfast is on the table if you're hungry"

The blond grunted as he snuggled into him, craving contact from his husband.

By time (name) was done with lunches the rest of Bonten came out ready for the day-- well mostly.

Ran was never a morning person and funnily enough neither was Takeomi as they wandered out dressed for the day but their expressions said otherwise "coffee..." Ran grumbled and (name) already had two cups prepared and smiled as they kissed him gently before cradling their coffees.

"Mikey let's go eat ok?" (Name) said to the most dangerous man in Japan who let his lover drag him off but made (name) sit in his lap, looking like a king as he did so.

(Name) was served hand and foot, anything he could want he would get though the sunshine man never asked for much, simply wanting his husband's love and time.

Due to the nature of their work, it would be dangerous as hell for (name) to go out by himself, using the semi lie that they were simply "important people" as reason enough for security detail around (name) whenever he went out.

It usually involved (name) coming home with new plants.

"We should invest in a townhouse, the mansion ones sometimes have greenhouses" Ran said in a meeting of sorts, the men discussing their husbands love of plants.

"We could get a detached mansion and built a greenhouse, give ample space for him"

"Where are we going?" (Name) asked as the Bonten men drove through an incredibly wealthy neighborhood "we have a surprise baby" Koko said lovingly and (name) decided not to press further.

"Welcome home angel" Ran showed (name) the luxury home "were moving?" (Name) asked with a slight head tilt "yup, give you nice space for plants and stuff and you should see the bedrooms" Rans voice dipped a bit but (name) payed no mind.

Within a week there were plant life everywhere and the house decorated nicely and (name) had a field day with the greenhouse "we can have more veggies!" He said happily and the men smiled fondly at their husband who began rambling about different things he wanted to grow.

[rinrinx2]

hiii!! Could you do something about Ran (tenjiku) with a reader (woman) based on Valentine's Day??? <3

Sorry if it's misspelled, English is not my first language :(

Valentine’s Day Fiasco

Ran x reader

Summary: your boyfriend who has lost his spontaneous charm takes you on a spontaneous evening.

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate language, mentions of d€at and murder.

(Accidentally wrote about Bonten Ran)

Ran was romantic but not the type to dance in the rain, spontaneous kind. No, he was the plan a dinner and get you flowers type. He always said if the two of you had met as teenagers then perhaps he’d be more spontaneous but now as an aged man the only thing he would do spontaneously was spend money.

And that’s what led you to where you were tonight, on Valentine’s Day. Sitting in one of the most elite restaurants in Tokyo, picking away at some overpriced Sashimi.

“You like it?” Ran asked as he peered over his wine glass just as he was about to take a sip.

“Yes of course baby” your replied trying to enjoy your evening.

It wasn’t that you were ungrateful for his extravagant nights out, but you longed for the youthful Ran that would make an evening out of nothing. The young Ran Haitani who had two braids and a dream.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed the shift in Ran’s aura, from calm and relaxed to on edge. As if he was waiting for something to happen.

“Shit” Ran whispered loud enough to snap you out of your thoughts.

You looked over at Ran, eyes wide with wonderment as you watched as he ran his hand through his hair trying to sooth out the random strands that fell to his face in frustration.

Ran took a deep breath before he took a quick sip of his champagne.

“Grab your bag and walk to the exit, I’ll call the waiter and just wait for me outside” Ran said casually as if not to alert others.

You looked at Ran with confusion painted on your face. Taken aback by his words and more so by his demand.

“I didn’t finish my supper yet Ran and we ordered dessert, can’t we wait” you nagged hoping that he’d at least let you finish your valentines meal.

“Just listen to me and do what I say” Ran said now with a more serious tone as his eyes starred dead into yours.

You knew that look was not asking for you to test him, but rather for you to comply or the worst would happen.

So, without much of a fight your grabbed your purse and got up from the table as you made your way to the exit.

As you made your way through the restaurant you turned your head back to see Ran standing by the your waiter as he pulled out his wallet rushing to pay. Your journey out of this exclusive restaurant took longer than it felt and you constantly felt the eyes of a man on you which only prompted you to walk faster out.

Standing in the cool evening air waiting for Ran outside of a restaurant was not what you’d expected for a valentines evening.

And just as you were about to continue your internal complaining, you saw Ran walking out of the restaurant. His shoulders slumped forward almost trying to hide himself within with his brows furrowed. The opposite of how he usually was, his confident aura replaced with one of a guard dog ready to attack at any sound.

“Come on, we have to get going” Ran said grabbing your hand as you he dragged you along.

You tugged on his grip trying to loosen it unsure of what was happening and his little explanation was not helping your mood either as you grew more rebellious. Now pulling yourself out of his grip as you looked at him with confusion and anger.

“What is going on?” You questioned with concern.

“(Y/N) come now, I don’t have time for this”

“Just tell me what’s going on, I hate being dragged around like a rag doll” you said now with a raised tone.

“Just come now. Don’t make me say it again-”

“I fucking knew I saw that Haitani scum” a man said as the restaurant door swung open not to far from where the two of you stood.

A tall lanky man with a face tattoo of a snake traveling along the side of his face.

“Shit” Ran muttered under his breath as he grabbed your hand again, but this time you held no resistance sensing the worry and panic that emanated from Ran a feeling that you barely ever saw Ran feel.

The two of you began to run through the streets of Tokyo, scraping through people and pushing them over as you tried your best to get as far as your feet would allow you. Turning around ever so often seeing how close the lanky man with four of his henchmen trailing use.

“I’m gonna get you Haitani” the lanky man screamed as he began to pull out a gun from his blazer pocket.

“Quick, turn into this alley at the next turn” Ran said as he started sprinting to gain more distance praying that he would lose the men behind you or at least get you out of harms way.

When the turn approached the two of you ran into the alley quickly running through the maze of hidden backroads hoping that the two of you would lose the men chasing after you.

When Ran believed that the two of you were in the clearing he began to slow his pace as he moved the two of you behind a wall to catch your breath before use ventured on.

“What the fuck was that about” you said gasping for air, as you shot daggers at Ran.

“I may have killed someone close to him” Ran said as he looked over at you with that cheeky grin now plastering his face.

“How fucking close was that person to him, Ran!” You said as you were about to wipe the smile off of his face.

“Calm down it was only his dog… well Urhm kinda like not the dog but the owner of the dog who was his brother”

“What!”

“You killed his brother” you said now seething.

“Mikey sent me to do it and so I did” Ran replied as he now caught his breath fully.

“And if Mikey told you to jump off a cliff you’d do it too”

“I mean for the right amount I would”

“You’re an asshole you know that, you ruined Valentine’s Day” you said as you looked at him.

Ran watched as you stared at him with that burning passion of hate, taking in your figure, all disheveled from running, the sweat causing your hair to stick to your neck and the way your hair looked all wind swept from the running and the way your black dress was now even shorter and somehow looked tighter from having ran as fast as you had.

The look you dawned now made something in Ran stir, something carnal that he hadn’t felt in awhile and the way you spoke to him only drove him more wild.

“Are you evening fucking listening to me”you said as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Oh I’m listening all right” Ran said as he walked over to you now, as he pinned you to the wall behind you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You looked at Ran with eyes blown wide, you looked into his pupils, only seeing the black of them starring back at you and watching as those sharp canines showed themselves.

Somehow the spontaneous teen Ran had made an appearance and you stood there shell shocked until you felt his hands begin to wonder your body.

“I fucking missed this” Ran whispered against your neck and he let his hands travel up your sides while his tongue lapped at your neck.

“Ran” you whimpered out almost trying to get him to stop.

“Shut up” he commanded as his hands now began to travel in between your legs.

The cool evening air mixing with his hot tongue was causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through you.

You felt as Ran’s finger tips began to prod at your puffy cunt, as he now slid his fingers up and down your clit causing soft moans to slip past your lips.

Ran’s other hand pulled down the straps of your dress pulling down the ones of your bra with them to reveal you plump breast as his mouth left your neck to travel to your breast.

Taking a nipple in his mouth as his sucked on it as his fingers now pushed past your panties to now play with the leaking hole of your pussy.

“Ran” you cried out hoping he’d give you more as you felt his fingers slip in and out of you getting faster and faster. Feeling the way he curled them as he fucked you with them.

Your nipples hard from him sucking on them and you clit swollen from him fucking his fingers into you as you road them. Feeling as you got closer, with your lips dry and open gasping for air as you felt your high approach but just as you reached it Ran pulled his fingers out pulling away your orgasm.

Leaving you panting wanting more.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and like a needy bitch in heat you pulled at his trousers freeing his cock.

You looked at the leaking tip as you now turned around presenting your leaky cunt to him to use.

The sight of you being needy was driving Ran nuts and he couldn’t take it anymore from the sight of you presenting yourself like prey ready to be devoured, so he took the opportunity with all and he began to fuck you from behind as you clung to the wall for dear life.

Ran’s cock twitched as your cunt sucked him in, feeling the curve of his cock knock at your walls drove you close to your high once again. And Ran to was close from all the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Fucking take it you slut”

“Fucking take my cock” Ran said through gritted teeth as he fucked you faster and faster as you cried out in pleasure.

“You want my cum?” Ran asked as he pulled your hair.

“Yes I want it please!” You pleaded out.

“Then fucking beg for it”

“Please give me your cum. Please I need it. I’ll be a good girl. Please my pussy needs to be filled up” you begged over and over, until finally you felt that hot spurts of liquid shoot into you as you crashed around Ran’s cock creaming on it milking the rest of his cum out of his cock.

Ran pulled out as he once again tried to catch his breath, but just as you began to gasp for air the tall lanky man appeared again and Ran once again grabbed your hand not wasting a moment to start his sprinting.

“Can’t you do something?” You asked as you ran feeling as sweat once again started to run down your neck and his cum down your thighs.

“Like what?” Ran questioned.

“Don’t you have a gun”

“Oh yeah” Ran said as he now pulled out a gun from his suit jacket and quickly turned around just in time before the lanky man could react as he shot him right in the chest.

Ran now walked over to the shot man and his henchmen, giving the henchmen a look he gave his victims when he wanted information from them. The look that scared even the most brave.

“You wanna be next” he asked them, as the men looked frightened.

“This is the part where you run away” Ran said as he began to reload his gun watching as the men ran away.

You walked over to Ran who now put his gun away.

You looked down to the man that lie on the ground bleeding out.

“What’s going to happen to him?” You questioned.

“His gonna see his brother again” Ran said with a snicker as he grabbed your hand as the two of you made your way back to the main roads of Tokyo.

“So did you have a great Valentine’s Day?”

“It was something” you replied.

“I got a massive bouquet but I left it in the car” Ran said as the two of you walked off into the night.

“Shit! I forget we could’ve just driven off instead of done this goose chase thing”

“You think snake rat face guy will let us redo this chase again but this time I use the car” Ran said.

“I doubt he will honey” you said as you patted his arm.

“Gosh darn it”

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[soubi122]

How Long? - Part 5

Warning! Manipulation, mentions of pregnancy, thoughts of baby trapping, fear, angst, anxiety, possessive Ran.

Three more chapters left!

Last Flight

Sitting on the cold floor reminded you of how much you hated this feeling. The feeling of falling, the feeling of fear, panic and helplessness. “Pack your things…” Ran repeated his words with less enmity. It was supposed to be a relief but he made you feel just the opposite. You didn’t know whether or not he’d lose it again. 

Packing a carry-on with the essentials, you bid your home a silent farewell, not sure if you’d even make it back alive. This was the one place you thought no one would find you. On the complete opposite end of the country, in a small town and away from the city - you were free. Free to live your life quietly and peacefully, away from the blood, turf wars, drugs and sleazy men and women. It was a good two and half years.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, as much as the scene was to die for, you couldn't help but feel anxious. Ran kept his hand on your thigh, almost as if he was afraid that you’d jump out of the car at any moment. A little paranoid, no? 

When you arrived at the hotel, you could see the woman at the front desk straighten up and unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. She had no idea what this man was capable of. Her pretty smile dropped when she saw you come up from behind Ran. “Welcome back sir. Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked while fluttering her expensive lashes. He waved her off and proceeded to call the elevator. Ran didn’t even look in her direction and it made the woman pout. If only he could have been like this to all the women when he was taken. Perhaps you should have let her take him, he might have actually proven you right - once a cheater always a cheater. 

Opening the door to his room, you were met with an abundance of papers and maps. This looked like the room of a serial killer or a conspiracy theorist. He proceeded to throw away all the scattered materials and packed his belongings. While waiting, you built up the courage to speak. “Ran, I will book a hotel when we land.” You say with hopes of him understanding. “No, it’s safer if you stay with me.” He said without even looking at you, he was adamant about not letting you go. “I think it’s best not to draw any attention, I don’t want anyone to start investigating and potentially endanger Bonten.” It was a valid argument, with Bonten being under constant surveillance and with you being dead, it made sense to stay away temporarily. “I don’t care, you’re not-” He began to protest but you cut him off with two reasons that made his blood run cold. “I’m dead, remember? Besides, Mikey will really kill me if Bonten gets involved in my murder investigation.” Shit, you were right. You were always right. With a heavy sigh, Ran drooped his shoulders in defeat. “Promise me you’ll let me stay somewhere else.” It was hard to say yes to that question. He wanted to keep you with him, what if you decide to run away again? What if someone recognizes you? However, you evaded him and everyone else for 3 years - you must already know how to avoid detection. “I promise.”

After checking out of the hotel and dropping off the rental, you and Ran were waiting at the airport for the flight to commence boarding. Many couples strolled by, many were on their honeymoon or returning from a family vacation and had kids with them. Seeing and hearing how these couples interacted with each other, it made you nauseous. Especially while sitting next to the man that single handedly destroyed your life. This could have been you and Ran if he wouldn’t have cheated on you. The thought of having a child with him broke your heart. Biting back the tears in your eyes, you looked down at your cell phone, pretending to have gotten a notification or some sort. You knew what life was like with him, but how would have it been if he stayed loyal, would you be raising a child now or would you be the wife of a man who has several mistresses? The thoughts were eating away at you and Ran could tell that you were beginning to fidget in your seat. 

“Now boarding flight 757 to Tokyo. Now boarding flight 757 to Tokyo - Narita Airport.” The woman on the intercom said. Thank goodness - you couldn’t stand a second more of this awkward silence between you and Ran. The flight was about 3 hours long, luckily Ran had gotten decent seats but oh how the gods love to fuck with you. A couple with a baby was seated in front of you, the baby looked to be about 1 year old and their chubby little cheeks made your heart melt. They were considered a lap passenger so the baby was in the couples’ arms at all times. You could tell that they were first time parents.

The plane was in the air and your journey back to Tokyo began. During the flight, you remained quiet and avoided any conversation with Ran or the flight attendants. Mid flight the baby began to cry, however, the mom was not there. The flight attendant returned to inform the father that the wife was in the bathroom pumping. You could kind of see the panic in the father’s face as they weren’t used to having the baby cry. He would turn around and look back to see if the mother was coming back but she was still pumping in the bathroom. The neighboring passengers were getting a little irate about the baby’s continuous cries. 

“Remind me to get first class tickets next time.” Ran mumbled under his breath, he too was getting annoyed. Of course, those who have never dealt with children will have zero patience with them or anybody else. Seeing how he would grip his thighs or message his temples - he was slowly losing it. As someone who had friends that were nursing, you knew pumping could take 15-20 minutes. Just as Ran was about to open his mouth, you stood up and crossed over him, surprising him - just what the hell were you doing?

Lightly tapping on the man’s shoulder you asked if he needed any help with the baby. “Oh, she’s just hungry - her mother should be back shortly.” He said sheepishly, but you could see the pink blush on his face from being flustered and embarrassed. He didn’t know what to do. The baby’s sudden wailing made the father even more flustered. “May I?” You asked and extended your arms for the baby. The man handed the baby over to you, you positioned the baby against your chest and had their little head rest on your shoulder. Softly patting the baby’s thigh and setting them - the sound of your heartbeat and rhythmic movements helped to calm the baby down. The soothing patting went in sync with your heartbeat. It’s all about the angle and rhythm - “T-Thank you so much. ” The father said and smiled. It was the first time he'd seen someone other than his wife put the baby to sleep. 

The movements and patting was also soothing to you. For a moment, you forgot where you were and who was by you. Ran's eyes never left you, he saw how you handled the baby so gently and just how powerful a woman could be in moments like this. The smile on your face was warm and delicate like the morning sun. That baby in your arms was lucky to be held against your chest, to be held in the arms of a loving and beautiful woman. 

Warmth began to blossom inside of his chest. Seeing you like this, with a child in your arms… It made him want to plant his seed, let it take root and grow in your womb. He knew you'd nurture and care for it, a beautiful little boy or girl would be born out of love. They'd be surrounded by two loving parents and uncles who would treat them like one of their own. Ran was starting to imagine how you'd be while decorating a nursery with a swollen belly and a smile on your face. A real smile… 

"Umm…excuse me." The sound of the mother's voice snapped both you and Ran out of your little bubbles. "Oh, I'm sorry - it just looked like he really needed help." You say softly. Once the mother handed over the pump and bottles to her husband, you began to hand over the child to her. "Here's your little one back." She smiled and thanked you for helping them. You excused yourself and took your seat next to Ran. The flight attendant came over to thank you for stepping in and also to thank you on behalf of the other passengers. It doesn’t really take much to be kind.

Ran slowly tried to reach out to hold your hand but was reminded of the very hands that were wrapped around your neck. He stopped himself midway before you could notice. The solemn look on your face made him regret his actions. If things didn't pan out the way they did, perhaps you'd be leaning against his shoulder and touching your belly - signaling that it was time. He truly wanted to be happy with you. Perhaps there was a way to keep you here with him, permanently...

The flight continued in silence between you two. Once the plane landed and passengers were allowed to exit, the couple turned around and thanked you once more. The baby made cooing noises and smiled, she looked happy. Such innocence and bliss - it made you subconsciously rub your belly. This didn't go unnoticed by Ran. Maybe there was a chance to change your futures after all. Just maybe he can try to smooth things over with you after you meet up with everyone, they might just welcome you with open arms and - wait…that’s not how they’d react. Reality hit him square in the face, you faked your death and went into hiding with help of Bonten’s leader. Traitors were subjected to severe punishment. Negotiating the terms of punishment will be his priority. He will still try his best to make this work, you said you loved him after all, right? Did you really mean it?

Stepping foot back into Tokyo was hard. You’d grown used to the quiet and sounds of the ocean, it was much more soothing than the sound of cars, trains and people. Putting on a face mask, you hid your face from the crowds - remember, you're dead after all. 

You and Ran made your way through security and headed to the parking lot where his car was. When the garage attendant greeted him, he paused for a brief moment, blinking and taking a second look at you. “What space is my car parked in?” Ran asked with a curt tone, the fact that someone else was staring at you made him rather irate. “Oh, space 13 sir.” The attendant bowed and handed the keys over. Ran took the keys and didn't even say thank you as he walked away, you bowed to thank the man and followed Ran. "You're in a pissy mood…" You pointing out the obvious wasn't needed. 

As he drove down the highway, you began checking for hotels that had availability, you didn't want to stay in the same living space with Ran. "Can you drop me off at this hotel? I want to rest before meeting everyone." For a moment everything went silent, you were a fool to think that he would let you stay somewhere else. "You're not staying at a hotel, you're coming home with me…" He chuckles and places a hand on your thigh. This was not part of the agreement. "You said-" You began to protest when he cut you off. "I can't let my wife stay somewhere else when she has a perfectly good home to come to." What the hell did he just call you? "I'm not your wife, Ran." You corrected him, you never signed papers or said 'I do' to each other, he had no right to call you that. He squeezed your thigh a little, his fingertips were starting to dig into your skin and make you flinch. 

"Please, just stay with me…" The importunate tone made you uneasy. Ran was beginning to crack. Sighing in defeat, you nodded your head and muttered an 'ok'. He was quick to put a smile back on his face. It was rather naive of you to expect him to keep his promise. It was hard not to think of all the things that took place in the city you once called home. You wondered if home was going to look the same or if he changed everything. Did he keep your things, throw them out, sell them or give them away to his playthings? There was no use in thinking about it, it’s been 3 years. His tears and sincerity hinted at him truly regretting his actions. “Ran…I need you to be honest with me.” You begin to say as you stare out the window. He hummed in response. “Do you truly love me or do you hate the fact that you lost me? That you were not the one to end things? Or that I didn’t bend to your will?” The question made him slow down the car, just enough to drag out the drive home. Why the sudden bombardment of questions? 

The harsh questions swirled around his head like a maelstrom. Was it his ego that was bruised and not his heart? No…he loved you, he truly loved you. Ran remained silent, he didn’t know what to say in order for you to believe him. His silence spoke volumes to you, you knew he was struggling to find the answer. “Can I show you when we get home?” He said while keeping his eyes on the road. If he’d turn around to face you, he knew he’d stop the car to claim you. Perhaps Ran had a fetish for your love, regardless of his actions - you pushed him out of your life and he came right back for you. When you spotted the building that you once called home, it made a knot in your stomach - you hoped to never see this place again. 

Parking his car in the underground parking lot, he cut the engine and turned to look at you. He could see that your hands were trembling, this place brought back bitter memories and he was the cause of them all. “Let’s go, my love.” Ran said with a sickening warm tone and exited the car. Once he closed the door, you inhaled deeply, pausing for five seconds and exhaling, preparing yourself for what awaited you. 

Taking the elevator to the top floor, you felt your knees almost give out. The scent of hydraulic oil made you nauseous, there is nothing quite like home, huh? The sound of the elevator dinging made your heart beat faster. You were getting closer and closer to the hell hole you were living in while he did his deeds. Each step taken felt like your feet were in quicksand, your legs felt heavy and struggled to keep up with Ran’s long legs. 

Once Ran opened the door, the faint smell of tobacco and sandalwood perforated your nostrils. You were surprised he kept it clean, since you were the one to pick up after him and clean the house - he’s never done housework before. Walking in, you take a look around and notice that he’s changed everything. The walls were painted, the furniture was different, the dining table was gone and even his dishes were different. “It um, looks so different.” You whisper and set your things down by the entrance. “Rindou tried his best.” He said while scratching the back of his neck.

When you were gone, Rindou threw all your things out against Ran’s orders. He couldn’t handle seeing his older brother lose himself over a dead woman that he claimed he felt nothing for when he was out cheating. Rindou hired interior designers to renovate Ran’s home. However, he was unsuccessful with renovating the master bed and bath. The interior designers were threatened with a pistol to their temples if they even walked into those rooms. Aniki…you need to fucking let it go. Rindou would say it over and over again, but Ran refused. 

This didn’t feel like home and you were glad, it was a stranger’s home afterall. “I shouldn’t be here.” You say and take a step back but Ran wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “Come on, let’s rest and then we can go see everyone else.” He whispered in your ear. It gave you chills, this felt like a trap. 

“Ran, please…I can’t.” You whimpered and felt the tears well in your eyes. Trepidation began to rattle your nerves. Everything began to get blurry as your heart pounded in your chest. He began to guide you to his bedroom while still holding you from behind. When he opened the door and your eyes scanned the room, you felt a pang in your chest. The bedroom remained the same. Your once shared bed, the dressers, nightstands and photos remained the same as the day you left. “Welcome home, (Y/N).” 

END

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[eternalfarae]

Fallen into Darkness|R.indou Haitani

In a world where power and obsession intertwine, Y/N finds herself ensnared in the dark web of Rindou Haitani, a charming yet dangerous mayor with a sinister agenda. As she navigates his twisted affections, she uncovers the horrifying secrets hidden behind the facade of authority. The allure of Rindou's charm quickly turns into a suffocating nightmare, where loyalty is demanded and betrayal lurks in the shadows. Will Y/N break free from the chains of manipulation, or will she become just another victim in Rindou's playground of despair?

Enter if you dare.

Heyaa, it's your author Farae! And we're starting strong with warnings‼️🙌

warnings:

nsfw

Swearing

Dark themes

Killing/murder

Non-consensual sex

Gore

Hitting/punching

Any sort of violence

Bdsm

Obsession

Stalking

Using of politics power

Criminal organization

Self harm

Please message me right away when I'm missing any warnings that's written on this chapter !! Thank you so much.

Characters details

Y/N (She/Her)

Appearance: Eye color and hair color are changeable (based on reader’s choice).

Characteristics: Naive, quiet, and emotionally vulnerable. She is easily manipulated, yet her silence hides a deeper strength waiting to emerge.

Status: Single, though emotionally trapped by Rindou's manipulation.

Rindou Haitani

Appearance: Tall, lean build with purple eyes, a blue-dyed mullet, and glasses. His tattoo on the neck signifies his ties to Bonten.

Characteristics: Charismatic, dangerous, and manipulative. He uses his position of power to control and dominate.

Status: Single but possessively fixated on Y/N.

Other Bonten Members (Supporting Roles)

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

Appearance: Pale skin, platinum blonde hair, and dark, intense eyes. He wears formal suits, reflecting his leadership role.

Characteristics: The quiet and enigmatic leader of Bonten, always composed and in control.

Ran Haitani: Rindou's older brother, calculating with a carefree attitude.

Sanzu Haruchiyo: Loyal and unpredictable, always hovering in the background.

Kokonoi Hajime: The financial brain, rarely involved in direct action but influential.

Songs/lyrics:

"Bust Your Kneecaps" by Pomplamoose.

"Johnny, don't leave me, you said you'd love me forever, honey, believe me"

"Daddy Issues" by The Neighbourhood

"Go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you."

"Every Breath You Take" by The Police

"Oh, can't you see

You belong to me?

How my poor heart aches

With every step you take?"

"Put Your Head On My Shoulders"

by Paul Anka

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too"

Notice

Tokyo revengers belongs to Ken Wakui, any similarities of the plot of my story to the anime Tokyo revengers are only coincidence.

all of the artworks in here belongs to the rightful owner, if any concern please message me.

This book belongs to me, any copy of my book and post it to a platform (Wattpad,tumblr,AO3 etc..) would face plagiarism, plagiarism is heavily punished by the law so don't even bother to copy my work, thanks!

Please read the warnings before you start reading this, I placed all the correct warning that is needed before reading this, any harmful effects on you would not be my responsibility but yours.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

You woke up early, the anticipation of the day weighing heavily on your chest. The sun had barely cracked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You slipped out of bed, your bare feet hitting the cool, wooden floorboards as you began to get ready. The interview with Mayor Rindou Haitani's office was today. Your heart fluttered at the thought of continuing your dad's legacy, his proud smile flashing in your mind's eye as he talked about his days working for Mayor Haitani. The weight of expectation was palpable, but you were determined to make him proud.

You stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over your skin as you contemplated the task ahead. The scent of mint from your shampoo filled the small bathroom, a refreshing contrast to the nerves coiling in your stomach. You took your time, scrubbing every inch of your body, as if by doing so you could scrub away the doubts that plagued you. Afterward, you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a warm towel, feeling slightly more prepared to face the day.

In front of the mirror, you combed through your hair, taming the unruly strands into a sleek, professional style that mirrored your dad's meticulous grooming habits. The reflection staring back at you was a blend of excitement and apprehension. Your eyes, the same shade as your hair, searched for the strength your father had once possessed. The interview with Mayor Haitani was more than just a job; it was a chance to step into his shadow and carry on his legacy. You applied your makeup with precision, the strokes of the brush a silent promise to honor his name.

Your outfit, a sharp blazer over a crisp white shirt, was a deliberate choice. It whispered of your determination to succeed, to be taken seriously in this male-dominated world. You slipped on the matching skirt and heels, the fabric whispering against your skin as you moved. The ensemble was a silent declaration of your readiness to face the challenges that awaited you in the political arena.

The moment you stepped into the mayor's building, your breath caught in your throat. It was a monolith of power and prestige, the grandeur of its architecture a stark contrast to the gritty streets outside. The polished marble floors echoed the clack of your heels, each step a reminder of the weight of the opportunity before you. The high ceilings, adorned with intricate frescoes, whispered of the countless deals and alliances forged in these hallowed halls. You felt both insignificant and empowered, a mere speck in the grand tapestry of the city's history.

You couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as you moved through the bustling corridors. The air was thick with ambition, the scent of freshly printed paper and expensive cologne mingling with the faint metallic tang of fear. Your father had once walked these very halls, his footsteps echoing yours. The thought fueled a determination deep within you, a fire that burned away the last vestiges of doubt. You were here to claim your place, to prove that you were worthy of the legacy he had left behind.

A girl, not much older than you, with a no-nonsense bob and piercing green eyes, approached you with the air of someone who had seen too much. She wore the uniform of the mayor's office, her movements sharp and efficient as she led you to the interview room. Her eyes flicked over you, assessing and cold. It was clear she had seen many hopefuls come and go, their dreams crumpled like the discarded papers littering the recycling bins. Yet, she offered a tight smile, the corners of her lips lifting slightly to reveal a hint of kindness. Perhaps she recognized the steel in your gaze, the unshakeable resolve that had brought you here.

The interview room was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the lobby. It was small and functional, the walls a neutral shade that could've been beige or grey in a different light. A single window offered a glimpse of the bustling city, the sun's rays cutting through the grime to cast a square of brightness on the floor. The desk was clear of clutter, a single sheet of paper and a pen the only indication of what was to come. The chair opposite was slightly too big for the room, its leather worn in a way that suggested it had seen many nervous applicants.

The girl with the bob—whose nameplate read 'Cheri'—gave you a curt nod before leaving, her heels echoing down the corridor until the door clicked shut behind her. The silence was almost deafening, the tick of the clock on the wall a metronome counting down the seconds to your fate. You took a deep breath, willing your racing heart to slow and your shaking hands to steady. This was it, the moment you had been preparing for, the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.

You rolled your shoulders back, standing tall as you approached the chair. As you sat, the leather creaked slightly, groaning under your weight like it had borne witness to countless souls before you. The pen in your hand felt heavier than it had any right to be, a tool that could either grant you a future or relegate you back to the sidelines. With a deep breath, you began to scribble notes on the pad provided, recalling your father's words of wisdom and the stories of his own interviews. His spirit felt close, as if he were whispering encouragement from just beyond the veil.

The door to the interview room swung open with a soft whoosh, breaking the oppressive silence like a dam giving way. Two guards flanked Mayor Rindou Haitani as he strode in, his pinkish-purple mullet bobbing with each step. He was a towering figure, his presence dominating the small space, and the scent of his cologne, a blend of leather and sandalwood, filled the room. You couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement as his eyes met yours, a heady mix of fear and attraction. It was like looking into the face of a mythical beast, one that could either bestow a great gift or devour you whole.

As you and the other interviewees bowed in respect, Rindou paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. There was a flicker of something in those purple eyes, a recognition that sent a shiver down your spine. He bent down slightly, his movements surprisingly graceful for a man of his size, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your cheek as he whispered, "I know you." His voice was velvet over gravel, a contradiction that sent your heart racing. The shock of his words hit you like a sledgehammer, but you couldn't help the small smile that curved your lips. How could he know you? You had only seen him from afar, in photographs and on the news, never up close.

The other candidates looked on, their expressions a mix of confusion and envy. The air thickened with tension as the guards stepped aside, allowing Rindou to approach you. He offered his hand, and as you took it, his grip was firm and warm, his nails perfectly manicured. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and for a moment, the rest of the room faded away. "We've met before," he said, his smile widening to reveal gleaming teeth. "Your father was a good man. He had a way of making everyone feel like they mattered." His words were a balm to your soul, a gentle caress that made you want to lean into his warmth.

The other applicants' whispers grew louder, their curiosity piqued by the special treatment you were receiving. You felt a blush creep up your neck, and you swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself. "Y/N, isn't it?" His voice was like a caress, and you nodded, your voice a mere whisper. "Yes, Mayor Haitani." He waved his hand dismissively at the others. "Thank you all for coming, but it seems I've found what I'm looking for." The room erupted into a cacophony of protests, but Rindou's gaze never left yours. The guards ushered the other hopefuls out, the door shutting with a definitive click that echoed in your ears.

You remained seated, your hand still in his, unable to move or speak. "Your father was a dear friend," he continued, his eyes holding yours with a strange intensity. "He spoke of you often, of your potential." His words were a warm embrace, wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold night. The mention of your father brought a lump to your throat, but you managed to smile. "Thank you, Mayor." He released your hand, and you felt the sudden chill of his absence. "Please, call me Rindou."

That evening, you found yourself unable to sleep. The events of the day played on repeat in your mind, a whirlwind of excitement and trepidation. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen illuminating your darkened room. It was your mom, video calling from your childhood home, her eyes filled with concern and hope. "How did it go?" she asked, her voice crackling with the distance. Your heart swelled with emotion as you recounted your encounter with Mayor Haitani—now, Rindou. You watched as her expression shifted from worried to proud, her smile lighting up the screen.

Your father's face appeared beside hers, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he listened intently. "He knew me?" you whispered, still unable to believe that this powerful man had recognized you. Your father's smile grew wider. "Of course he did, sweetheart. You're your mother's and my legacy. You have the strength of a thousand suns." His words brought tears to your eyes, and you felt the warmth of his love even from the other side of the world.

Your mother's hand reached out and took your father's, their fingers entwining in a silent display of unity. "Your dad always knew you'd do great things, Y/N," she said softly. "He's watching over you, and I know he's proud."

The call ended, and the room was once again plunged into silence. You stared at the now-blank screen, the weight of their expectations settling heavily on your shoulders. Your thoughts drifted to Rindou's intense gaze, the way he had singled you out. It was as if he saw something in you, something that resonated with the power he wielded. The thrill of his attention was intoxicating, but beneath it lay a thread of fear. What did he want from you? What kind of games did he play?

You pushed those dark thoughts aside, focusing instead on your mother’s words. Rindou was a kind man, wasn't he? A mayor who had helped countless individuals in the city, bringing light to the shadowy corners that the law had abandoned. He had built orphanages, funded community programs, and even personally assisted in disaster relief efforts. The news often painted him as a beacon of hope, a man who had clawed his way to the top despite his humble beginnings. Your heart swelled at the thought of working alongside such a figure, contributing to the greater good.

The following days passed in a blur of orientation and training, the office a whirlwind of faces and information. You tried to ignore the whispers that followed you, the curious glances of the other employees who knew of your special relationship with Rindou. They whispered of his kindness, of his fierce protection of those he considered his own. The more you saw of him, the more you felt drawn to his magnetic charm, his aura of power a siren’s call you couldn’t resist.

Yet, there was an underlying tension in his interactions with others. The way his eyes narrowed when someone spoke out of turn, the way his smile could turn cold in an instant. It was a stark reminder that while he may be charming, he was also a man to be feared. You pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on learning the ropes of your new job. Each day brought new challenges, but with Rindou’s guidance, you felt capable of overcoming them.

Night after night, you found yourself working long after everyone else had gone home. The office was eerily quiet, the only sound the rhythmic clack of your keyboard and the soft hum of the air conditioner. The glow of your computer screen cast an ethereal light across the desk, painting your face in shadows. The darkness outside the window was a stark contrast to the vibrant city that had existed just hours earlier, the buildings now silent sentinels in the moonlit night. The occasional passing car or distant siren was a comforting reminder that you weren’t entirely alone in the vast emptiness of the night.

As you typed away, you felt the weight of the city’s troubles resting on your shoulders. Each email, each document, a puzzle piece in the grand scheme of keeping the city afloat. You were the invisible hand that worked tirelessly behind the scenes, ensuring that the mayor’s vision became a reality. The clock ticked on, the hands of time seemingly moving slower in the solitude. Yet, the work was oddly comforting, a distraction from the chaos that was your personal life.

The office was a cocoon of darkness, with only the soft glow of your computer screen to keep you company. The digital world it illuminated was your sanctuary, a stark contrast to the shadows that danced on the walls. The light cast an eerie glow, painting your fingers a pale blue as they flew over the keys. The quiet hum of the air conditioner was a soothing lullaby, drowning out the distant whispers of the city that never slept.

And then he was there, a sudden burst of light and sound as the door to the office swung open with a bang. Your heart leapt into your throat, a silent scream dying on your lips, until you recognized the mischievous grin that belonged to your friend from earlier, Chifuyu. He chuckled, a bottle of energy drink dangling from his fingertips. "Thought you could pull an all-nighter without me, huh?" His laughter echoed through the deserted corridor, bouncing off the walls before it reached your ears.

Relief flooded through you, turning into a shaky smile as he sauntered over to your desk. The crunch of his sneakers against the marble floor was oddly comforting, grounding you back to reality. "You scared the shit out of me," you admitted, your voice shaking slightly. He set the bottle down with a thud, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Couldn't resist the urge to mess with the newbie," he teased, his grin never faltering.

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in your chest easing as you grabbed the energy drink from the desk. Cracking it open, you took a grateful sip, feeling the sweet, bitter liquid jolting you back to alertness. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" you asked, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice. Chifuyu leaned back in his chair, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, revealing a hint of ink peeking out from under his shirt. "More of the same," he said with a shrug. "But don't worry, I've got us some snacks." He pulled out a bag of chips from his desk drawer, offering you some. The salty scent filled the air, and your stomach rumbled in response.

As the night went on, your friendship with Chifuyu grew stronger. His stories of growing up in the rougher parts of the city painted a vivid picture of the world you had only seen from the safety of your father's side. He spoke of a world where strength was measured by your ability to survive, not by the number of degrees you had or the family you were born into. His words were raw, unfiltered, and painted a stark contrast to the pristine office you now occupied. It was a stark reminder of the responsibilities that came with your new position, the realities that lurked just outside the gleaming doors of the mayor's office.

continued ver at Wattpad:

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hi, I was wondering if you did maybe Male!Reader or GN!Neutral!Reader, if so, I'd like to request if you did a PLATONIC brother/sibling!reader with Ran and Rindou? Like headcannons of them pre-Bonten and during Bonten? NSFW can be more about the dirty part of being a gang member with said brothers XD I say nsfw meaning the more gruesome side of stuff ofc!! Another request I'd like to add maybe for a later time or now (Before the brother/sibling one) I just recently lost my cat of 16 years a few months ago (I now have a happy pupper since Christmas now so I am kinda happy again) but I still feel a void in my heart whenever I see a cat or someone with a cat, and I thought how would Ran and Rindou be if I was their sibling if I had recently lost someone I called my only friend during my elementary school, middle school, and high school days, how they would react to seeing their sibling who never shows much emotion, is now a sobbing mess in their room and refusing to come out (Can be pre-Bonten or during Bonten, but for this I'd prefer during their Bonten era ofc) I love your writing so much!! you can ignore this if you don't want or don't do what I'm asking for ofc! I'll just be happy you responded or acknowledged my request and took time out of your day too!

note: I normally don't start off with notes but I read every single word of this request and first off, I'm sorry for your loss, I bet your cat was the cutest little baby ever. I decided to do both requests in one so I hope you enjoy and I hope you're doing okay anon 🩷

Haitani Brothers w/ Sibling!Reader

♡ SFW and NSFW, murder, fighting, reader is gender neutral, reader is referred to as dude but it's gender neutral, reader is in Bonten ♡

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Pre-Bonten

🩵 They will beat people up for you, say the word and it's done

💜 All three of you match outfits on the daily and they convinced you to get a tattoo similar to theirs, it's just a sleeve though

🩵 They teach you how to fight and the three of you spar on occasion

💜 Ran let's you borrow his baton, sometimes you just steal it and whack him with it

🩵 Ran and Rindou are damn near blind and are always asking you about what color an item of clothing is

"Dude what color is this?"

"Please go get some glasses."

💜 You and Ran braided Rindou's hair once and purposely made him look goofy asf

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

*You and Ran giggling like schoolgirls in the background*

🩵 Rindou teaches you how to DJ and tries to teach you gymnastics but gives up after you almost kick him in the face

Bonten

🩵 Practically begged you to join Bonten with them, they were hellbent on not leaving you behind

💜 Y'all always go on missions together and Ran damn near gets you and Rin killed multiple times (he's so fucking stupid it's not even funny)

🩵 They teach you how to dispose of bodies and murder weapons (wholesome life lessons honestly)

💜 Y'all are cold and ruthless to a lot of people, but when you're together you're just vibing and enjoying each other's presence

🩵 They were there for your first murder and cheered you on like it was a sports game

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Haitani Brothers w/ Depressed!Sibling!Reader

♡ SFW, angst, comfort, gender neutral reader, reader is generally calm and collected/never emotional, Bonten era ♡

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🩵 They're completely thrown off when you come home in tears

💜 Try to ask you what's wrong but you go in your room, slamming and locking the door behind you

🩵 They try to respect your privacy but they can't help but worry about you so they knock on the door a few times

💜 Worry gets the better of them and they pick your lock and break into your room (in the most polite way possible)

🩵 Feels like a knife went through their hearts when they see you sitting on the bed essentially having a mental breakdown

💜 They sit on the bed next to you, close enough to comfort and far enough to not crowd your space

🩵 Threaten to beat up whoever made you upset, doesn't matter who it is, they don't play about family

💜 Realize that violence won't help so they just end up hugging you and reassuring you that everything will be fine

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[to-star-lake]

in the early days when you joined bonten as their new advisor, you spent a lot of time with koko; drawing up business plans, managing the books, overseeing construction on new clubs and buildings.

koko had the nicest office of all of the bonten leaders. it was on the top floor of a highrise in the middle of the shibuya business district. complete with high-end leather and mahogany furniture, and a gorgeous city view.

you'd spent time with each of the bonten executives when you joined and koko was probably your favorite to work with. you found takeomi too serious, kakucho boorish, mochi too macho, the haitani's were exhausting, and sanzu..well..

koko was like you; blunt and efficient with work, a little impatient, maybe a little condescending. you enjoyed your daily work with him in his office. it was always quiet, productive, and his assistants always served the best sencha.

except today.

today when you walked in through the mahogany double doors that led to his office, you were almost decked in the face by a toy rubber basketball.

"he shoots! he scores? no! he misses!" you heard a voice yell, followed by a maniacal cackling.

what...the hell is this? the floor of koko's office, which was normally clean, surgically clean, was littered with teddy bears, squeak toys, board games with their pieces strewn about haphazardly, a jump rope, a putting green, and a trash bin overflowing with crumpled candy wrappers.

the rubber basketball that almost hit your head rolled towards the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on one end of the room and you saw a kiddie basketball hoop attached to one of the shelves. and below that, sanzu, flopped on his stomach on the floor, a different flavored ring pop on each of his fingers.

"koko..i'm really bad at basketball," he grumbled, picking himself up and walked over to koko's desk, slamming his hands down on the surface, the sudden gust of wind almost blowing the stack of papers in front of koko away.

"oh no, well, why don't you go try the putt putt?" koko sighed, not even looking up from his work, waving his hand in the air like he was shooing away a fly. "ah, y/n! finally, someone sane. please, get over here, i need you to look at something," koko waved you over when he noticed you standing in the doorway.

you made your way across the minefield of toys on the floor and greeted sanzu as he walked past you. "good morning," you smiled cordially.

he sauntered past you, looking down at you through bloodshot, half-shut eyes, his usual sinister smile plastered wide across his face. he'd opened his mouth to say, "good morning, little prin-" but then stepped on a pile of toy soldiers and tripped, tumbling to the floor, his long limbs getting all tangled up in themselves.

"uh... hey, koko?" you took a seat in the armchair beside the desk, setting your laptop down on the tabletop. "what's going on here? where's mikey?"

koko let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes. "sometimes mikey goes off on his own, and when he does, the rest of us have to take turns...babysitting," he nodded at the gangly man with bubblegum colored hair with a plastic toy putter in his hands. "i pulled the short straw today," he sighed, pushing the large binder of documents he was looking at over to you.

"koko!!"

"jesus, what now?" koko looked up, so annoyed you could almost see the steam coming out his ears.

"there's no balls," sanzu pointed at the putting green on the floor.

"well, who decided to ambush people by pelting them with the balls outside the bathroom last time?"

sanzu stared back at koko blankly.

"ugh, nevermind. could you play with something else? y/n and i have work to do." koko scooted his seat closer to you, and began circling a few line items on the page in front of you. "got this today from the guys over at the club in akasaka. these totals look off to you?"

you glanced over the document, and flipped back a few pages and reviewed the itemized lists also included in the binder. "damn," you said, looking up at koko. "these assholes are skimming."

koko opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sudden loud popping noise. both of you turned to see sanzu on the floor, pulling the heads off of a pile of barbie and ken dolls.

koko raised his hands to his temples, the frown lines between his eyebrows deepening by the second. "jesus christ, this psychotic clown, if he wasn't the number 2 I swear to god-” he muttered under his breath.

"hey, sanzu?" you called out and sanzu's head jerked up to look at you, his eyes suddenly bright and attentive, like a child amongst the sea of toys on the floor.

"yes, princess?" he called back.

"could you go on a coffee run for us?"

sanzu tilted his head a little, confused. "a coffee...run?"

"yeah...you know, to buy coffee?"

he blinked, still confused.

"to buy...starbucks?"

"ah! you want me to buy you starbucks," he suddenly shot up.

"yes! yes, please, for me and koko, that would be great," you smiled, thinking you were finally getting somewhere with him.

he walked over to the desk. "anything for you, princess. and you can call me haru," he hummed, taking a bright pink ring pop off his finger and sliding it onto your ring finger, and a blue one onto koko's ring finger. "be back in a flash."

he turned to walk out of the office, whistling and not bothering to avoid the toys scattered on the floor, simply stepping on them as he went.

the doors closed behind him and you turned to koko, "now we can get some work done."

"let's hope he takes his time," koko rolled his eyes, sliding the ring pop off his finger, holding onto only the plastic part as gingerly as possible, a disgusted look on his face because he could tell sanzu had definitely licked the candy already.

"is it always like this when mikey's away?"

"sanzu? yeah, pretty much. but mikey tolerates him cus he's been with him longer than any of us, he's his loyal mad dog," koko sighed. "but that bastard's insane. apparently back in the day he got moved back and forth between all of mikey's captains cus nobody could handle him."

"wow. yeah, i guess i can see that," you glanced over at all the toys scattered on the floor. "seems pretty tough for you too."

"oh, i've actually done the best with him," koko scoffed. "last time, he was the haitani brothers' responsibility, they decided to take him to a hostess club. thought it'd be a good distraction for him. crazy maniac decided to pay for all the women there."

"all of them? that's..that's a lot-"

"no, that's not the crazy part. he paid for all the women, and then made them line up against the wall with liquor bottles on top of their heads and he used them for target practice." koko ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "anyway, who knows when he's gonna be back so we should try to get as much done as possible while he's away."

you nodded. the two of you worked dilligently, reviewing the rest of the books collected from bonten's other clubs and businesses in town, making one stack for ones that pass, and one that required additional scrutiny.

after a while, you stretched your arms up over your head, noticing the sun hung high in the sky and glanced at the clock on the wall. it read 12:15.

"i wonder where he is," you said, realizing it'd been almost two and a half hours since he left.

"who knows what that lunatic gets up to," koko sighed, turning the page of the binder he was leafing through.

"i actually could've used some coffee though," you yawned.

"i can have my girls make some sencha-"

just then the doors to his office burst open, and sanzu staggered in, eyes blood red, a blue gift bag in one hand, the other dragging a giant 10-foot teddy bear behind him.

"and suddenly my headache's back," koko muttered and sanzu approached the two of you at the desk.

sanzu dragged the huge teddy bear over and plopped it beside you. "i got this for you, princess."

"hah..um...where'd you get this..giant thing?" you didn't even know where to begin.

"there's a carnival downtown. i got it playing a shooting game," he grinned from ear to ear. koko groaned, knowing sanzu, by 'shooting game' he probably meant he threatened to shoot the person manning the booth if he didn't give him the bear.

"hah..i see, thank you. but why is it missing its eyes?" you asked, looking at the bear's face and noticing the eyeballs had been ripped out, only some tattered threads remained in the sockets.

"they were ugly," sanzu shrugged. "koko, i got you something too," he dropped the gift bag down in front of koko.

"thanks.." koko reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny cross-stitched sweater which could've only been made for an infant. "uh...dude, what is this?"

"it's a sweater for your chihuahua," sanzu explained, yawning and plopping down onto a chair by the desk.

"i don't have a chihuahua?"

"i could've sworn you did," sanzu tilted his head, as though in deep thought. "oh, i guess it's just you that's always yapping. it's amazing y/n puts up with this every day," he laughed, but his tone was filled with hostility.

you saw koko's body tense in your periphery and you quickly spoke up to diffuse the sudden tension. "haru, did you get coffee?"

"coffee? oh! the starbucks. yes, i did."

you stared back at him. "that's great, uh...so where is it?"

"on the corner of harajuku square, by yoyogi station," he smiled.

"what?"

"oh my god," koko groaned, raising his palms to his eyes and rubbing them in circles.

you looked back and forth between koko and sanzu.

koko took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, turning to look at you. "he bought the starbucks."

[lailaihei]

Haitani Brothers💥

Why are they so pretty?💜💙

[macsimagines]

Can we have some NSFW jealousy headcanons for Yandere Bonten Hanma, Mikey and Sanzu? Please❤️

I'm back bitches, this has been in my box for awhile sooooo you're first also I've done this ask for Mikey a few times sooo sorry

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, MURDER, KIDNAPPING?

Yandere!Hanma Shuji

Look, you need to be the real deal for him to give even a singular fuck about you. Its not easy for him to even "care" about an S/O, so for him to be a yandere means you're very special to him.

Not that it will ever show, he's acting like he's playing with you when the reality is you're the only thing on his mind. He flirts around, humiliates you and says borderline abusive things. It's not his fault you're cuter when you cry.

But now, you seem to think in that stupid tiny brain of yours that this is an equal playing field. That you get to play around too. Dumb baby.

He can't help but cock his head at how you're fliritng with some nobody at this dinner party. The way you bat your eyelashes and even touch this other guys shoulder. Hanma thinks you might've hit your head with how stupid you're being.

Then your eyes meet his from across the room and he sees the way you sneer at him. Like you're taunting him.

He takes care of it though. Takes care of the idiot that thought he could take something from Hanma Shuji. He makes sure that his fists don't stop until he's punching what feels like brain matter and shattered bones. He makes sure you're watching too. Laughing the whole time.

Even when he's done with the other man he still gets up and grabs you by the hair, smacking you hard across the cheek with a hand covered in rings and warm blood. He thinks he likes the wet sound it makes.

"This is your own fault, Y/N. What makes you think you get to play around like that? Now tell Daddy you're sorry."

Yandere!Sanzu Haruchiyo

You're shit out of luck because he is always jealous. It's just been a constant theme in your 'relationship' ever since it started.

The first night you met him was at the Haitani Brother's club, and you flirted back and forth with him, even though you weren't really feeling it.

But he had a lot of money and seemed to like spending it on buying you expensive drinks. So you let him have his hands on your waist, or would let it slide to cup your ass without really thinking too much about it.

It wasn't like you had to go home with him, right? Wrong. You let your attention be captured by someone else, someone actually your type and he sent them flying across the table...

After that he made it very clear you're attention is only reserved for him, and then he made it very very clear that you were going to be going home with him that night, and then he made it very very very clear that you're not going to be leaving his home that next morning. Ever.

"I've decided that you're just too pretty, and I'm going to keep you all to myself."

[nymphiria]

☰ LOADING… SANZU & HIS DUMB BABY!

ఌ ៸ cw: dumbification, manipulation, breeding kink, exhibitionism?, mention of murder, icky sanzu is my dream <3

a/n: having a little sanzu brain rot tonight my darlings ♡

SANZU adores the empty-headed smiles you give him when he praises you for doing the bare minimum. oh, you did your laundry today all by yourself? you’re such a good girl! even mundane tasks such as making yourself breakfast earns you the affection you’re absolutely dying to have. the compliments take absolutely zero effort on his part, but the way you look at him would give others the impression that he just gave you the moon.

now, don’t get SANZU wrong because he loves you to death — it’s just that you’re so naive and dumb that it’s mostly easy to keep you. there are a few occasions where you’ll be upset and close to breaking up with him — those are the tougher times that require most of his attention. while you’re halfway out the door, he’s coaxing you inside with his sweet words and apologies for not being home enough. “c’mon, pretty, i said i’m sorry,” he’s crooning at you as he tugs on your arm. “you know i’ll always be here for my dumb little girl.” the speech is never different but it always lures you back just the same.

SANZU is rather possessive of his bimbo. why would you want to have a conversation with kokonoi when he could be stuffing your cunt in the backroom? his colleague doesn’t have any business talking to you, anyways. once he’s done filling you to the brim with cum, he’s gonna send you back out to say goodbye to koko. as you’re walking out together, however, sanzu’s lifting your skirt to show him how his thick semen is leaking down your thighs.

SANZU thinks that pretty girls like you shouldn’t use their brain at all — thinking with your pussy is so much better. he doesn’t really care if you know how to cook, clean, or even use a phone. what’s really important is how well you take his cock whenever he pleases. he knows it’s safe to bring you to casual bonten meetups because of how well behaved you are. if he tells you to sit pretty and warm his cock, not a word will come out of your mouth for the next hour or two — not even a quick glance at his colleagues. you’ll simply relax and nuzzle into his neck while his dick throbs violently inside of you.

you’re SANZU’s pretty & stupid princess and he plans on keeping it that way. everyone with a brain knows that you’re his (and how you don’t think) but god forbid anyone calls you an idiot — he’s got a bullet with their name on it.

taglist: @p-antomime

[sukirichi]

Omg loved the jealous wife scenario! Could you maybe do a reverse one where the bonten! Husbands are jealous?

BONTEN HUSBANDS GETTING JEALOUS

⊹ mikey, haitani ran, haitani rindou, kakucho hitto, kokonoi hajime, haruchiyo sanzu

⊹ unedited. fem! reader. requested by a lot of anons so i compiled all the ideas into one ask. it starts off romantic, until the gangster personalities begin to show and it gets a little...heated. cursing. implications of murder. warnings that some people really are creepy lmao.

⊹ i love this sm, i’m obsessed with bonten husbands urghh. also HELLO HUSBAND SANZU !!

♡ — MIKEY !

You don’t notice Mikey was feeling jealous to begin with. Having always been silent, choosing to watch with hooded eyes from afar as he stuffs his mouth with the snacks you’ve prepared for him, it doesn’t dawn on you until your husband pulls you into his lap, a blank look on his face. Years of marriage to the rather disinterested man, however, you know the slightest tilt of his lips already says a lot.

“What?” you ask him, fighting back a smile when Mikey frowns at you, as if expecting you could read his mind. All you know is he’s kind of in a bad mood, but not enough that he needs space. In fact, he’s tugging you closer until you’re forced to grip his shoulders, slightly confused by his sudden clinginess. “Mikey, what is it?” you can’t help but laugh.

“Just stay here. ‘Don’t want you talking to the Haitani Brothers.”

“Baby, they were asking about—”

“Don’t care.” Mikey shoves his face into the crook of your neck, warm hands ghosting under your shirt and placing them flat on your back. He knows you’re ticklish there, and your husband smiles against your skin when you squirm on top of him, fighting back a laugh as you did so.

“Mikey...were you jealous?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Hmm,” he kisses your neck, hold growing just a tad bit possessive. And to further prove his point, he glares at the snickering Haitani Brothers outside of his office. “Stay here with me.”

“But people could see, Mikey...”

“Yeah, that was the point. They better take a good fucking look you’re my wife.”

♡ — HAITANI RAN !

When Ran sees you muffling your giggles with your fist as you talk to your bodyguard – the exact person he’s paying to watch over you and not flirt with you of all things – the only thing he can think of is how dare he. Was this employee not aware you’re his wife; Ran Haitani’s beloved, the apple of his eye, the love of his life and his whole world and more?

Ran scoffs as he crosses his arms against his chest.

He’s sure you’re going to hate him for what he’s about to, knowing full well you hate PDA, but he’s a man dead set on accomplishing his mission. Walking your way with an arrogant smile, Ran swoops you until you crash onto his chest, your husband cooing and cupping your cheek while your guard watches awkwardly. “My lovely wife,” he emphasizes, bringing your knuckles to flash your weddings rings before kissing the flesh. “You look rather lovely today. Well, you’re always stunning, wife, but you’re on a different level today. Must be the reason you attract unwanted attention now, hm?”

Your eyes widen in realization, the shock immediately replaced with a warning look. “Ran Haitani.”

Hearing you call him by his full name, along with a frown, was the total package of ‘You and I are going to talk later.’ Usually, Ran dreads when this happens, but he can’t help it. To him, this is the right thing to do, and so he masks his nervousness with an even bigger grin as he leads you away from that pesky bodyguard. He’ll make a mental note to know his name later...perhaps take out his baton and teach the poor man a lesson...

“Ran, you’re being childish.”

“I’m jealous,” he isn’t even the least bit ashamed in his confession, confusing you on whether you want to scold him or kiss him from his antics. Though it seems like he’s already making the decision for you when he puckers his lips, fingers tapping along the flesh. “Kiss. Now.”

You sigh, “Right in front of your team, Ran? Seriously.”

“I’m marking my territory!”

“What’re you, a dog?”

“Yeah, I’m your dog,” he teases, playfully baring his fangs and laughing when you groan in embarrassment. “As your dog, I promise to be loyal to you and follow you around everywhere, my wife. I’ll even take you from behind like a dog does—” skin flushing warm with the sudden explicitness of his words – in public, of all places! – you drag your husband by his collar, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.

As for Ran? The cocky bastard basks both in your taste and the attention.

♡ — HAITANI RINDOU !

Rindou is another man of hiding his feelings. He doesn’t want to show weakness, nor pour out his feelings into the world where it could be possibly used against him. Having grown up as the overlooked and underappreciated younger brother, Rindou’s lived with the mindset that it’s much better to be aloof with everything to assert his dominance, but he’ll be damned if he says he doesn’t want to break that waiter’s limbs right now.

It’s your anniversary date tonight, the two of you spending a romantic weekend getaway where you are now celebrating on a local luxurious restaurant. Of course, you’re dressed to the nines, charming and turning everyone’s heads your way. That much he knows as your husband; the first to see and smell the not-so-innocent thoughts you elicit from people.

In actuality, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t mind. You’re beautiful; it was only natural, but his patience is getting tested with each passing minute the longer the waiter practically stares at you with heart eyes.

Shooting up from his seat, Rindou downs his drink in one go. He’s no longer the Calm Husband as he makes his way towards you, not even the least bit mannered as he flicks the waiter’s hand about to land on your shoulder. As expected, the man takes a step back, scowling at first at his rudeness before he meets Rindou’s dark eyes set ablaze. “Are you done talking to my wife?” he drawls out in a barely calm manner, arms naturally finding its home around your waist. “If you’re done and would still like to keep both your limbs and your job, I suggest you run back to your other customers instead of wasting time. Now scram. Leave while I’m still being nice.”

Pride swells in his chest when the waiter scurries away, his back straightening as you cling onto him with a small smile on your face. Now you manage to calm him down with just one gaze, and soon Rindou is breathing through his nose.

“That was annoying.”

“You’re so hot when you’re jealous,” you giggle, poking your husband’s muscles when his cheeks burn at the compliment. Funny how he’s all macho one moment and melting the next, but it is his duality that drives you crazy even after years of marriage. “I’m surprised you’re not mad I wore this dress when we both know people would give...rather impolite looks.”

“Dress as slutty as you want,” Rindou shrugs confidently, “I can fight.”

♡ — KAKUCHO HITTO !

Best Husband Kakucho would be downplaying his jealousy. He’s a rational man at most times, if not most, so he knows full well there���s no logical reasoning behind the jealousy pooling at his stomach right now. You’re happily married and very much still in the honeymoon phase that he should rest assured you’re not going to look at anyone else but him, but he’s still a human. He’s still a man, and he knows firsthand when someone’s ‘friendly hugs’ are no longer that.

Still, Kakucho respects you. He understands you have your own male friends and he doesn’t want to step in when you’re clearly having a good time with them, so he stuffs his hands in your pockets and turn his head away. An out of sight, out of mind kind of mindset, if you will, but that only lasts long.

For not even five minutes later, Kakucho is stealing a kiss at your cheek, right in the middle of your conversation with a childhood friend.

Yeah, he knows exactly who that childhood friend is. He’s heard enough on how this person has garnered feelings for you, which you’ve tragically (fortunately for Kakucho) rejected, but was this person persistent. The way they look at you makes Kakucho step closer to you until he’s successfully cut off the conversation, replacing the one light atmosphere with a rather awkward one.

“Pardon my intrusion, but I don’t like you ogling at my wife like that,” when they open their mouth to defend themselves, laughing in disbelief with a ridiculed face, Kakucho’s jaw tightens. The veins on his necks protrude as he sheds his coat and wraps it around your shoulder in one fluid motion, his eyes never leaving your friend’s. “Next time you look at her like that, I’m going to make sure you’ll never be able to see anything again.”

Kakucho may be your gentle and caring husband, but he isn’t one of Tenjiku’s former superiors for no reason. He has, and always will have, a strong sense of loyalty to his loved ones that brings out his more feral sides.

♡ — KOKONOI HAJIME !

Kokonoi is not having any of it. Truth be told, he doesn’t really want to go shopping with you, simply because he’s gotten used to just giving you his card while he spends most of his time at work, content with coming home to gifts bought with his money and showered his kisses. He’s happy you insisted he come along today, however, because had he known earlier that the sales men would be running their hands all over you with a pathetic excuse of ‘needing a good feel for the right size’ – as if you don’t already know such information – then he wouldn’t have allowed you to go shopping alone in the first place.

“No,” Kokonoi stands up from the velvet loveseat in the middle of the boutique, catching the attention of both you and the salesman eyeing him up challengingly. He’s not bothered, though. Despite his urge to punch the guy’s cocky smirk into oblivion, he’s not going to stoop down to his level. That’s what being Kakucho’s co-member taught Koko to be; the power of elegance and composure, a composure that’s threading on a thin line.

“Get your hands off her. I’m sure you’re not supposed to be touching your clients like that.”

“But Sir—”

Kokonoi flashes his black card out of nowhere, tapping the card into the guy’s forehead while you watch in amusement. “Listen here, buddy, hands off or I’m buying this whole place and firing you. Now you don’t want me to do that, do you? So hands off my wife. She can shop without your assistance,” pointing to the marble desk, Kokonoi grins. “Be a good boy and stand behind that counter. She’ll come to you once she’s ready to pay. Until then, shut the fuck up and keep your hands to yourself, alright?”

♡ — HARUCHIYO SANZU !

If you think Sanzu is insane before, it’s nothing compared to how he could be when he’s jealous.

You’re on a nightclub with him, the night still much too young that you don’t want to come home. He, too, is feeling too alive that he doesn’t want to retire just yet, so he drives the both of you in one of his favourite clubs to get drunk and just have fun. For some odd reason though, there weren’t any hosts present in his booth, resulting Sanzu in ordering the drinks himself while you stay behind, not wanting to immerse in the dance floor crowded with creeps without Sanzu.

Or so he thought. Because some creep still makes their way to his booth, chatting and touching your bare shoulder as they jut a thumb in the direction of the dance floor.

In the blink of an eye, Sanzu’s forgotten his drinks, his gun whipped out and loaded as he presses them against the stranger’s skull, the action rendering the man frozen and mute. “Baby!” you cheer at the sight of him, all discomfort disappearing on your face now that you’ve gotten your personal space back. “You’re here!”

“Sorry I was gone,” he scoffs at the stranger, but not before sending a wink your way. “You alright now, sweetheart? Want me to dump this guy’s body at the back of the club?”

“No, no, please, I’m begging—”

“We’re not here for that, Sanzu,” you say, using the tip of your finger to tilt the gun away. It’s a dangerous move, especially when Sanzu’s finger is on the trigger, but he is always, always careful with you that it all happens without a problem. A beat later, Sanzu is shoving the guy back into the dance floor with a deadly gaze, which soon softens the moment your hands trail lovingly up his chest. “Now that certain disturbances are gone...shall we dance?”

“Oh, I’m rocking your world tonight,” his touch trails over your hips, gaze now heated with lust instead of anger. “You ready to have some fun, baby?”