#look i love the haitanis more than anything but their bonten looks were blown out the water by koko by a large margin imho

[neuronspider]

call me a hater or smth idc anymore i'm just gonna say that i really, really fucking hate bonten timeline it's so overrated for a timeline that has only gotten like 2 chapters tops lmao you can't even call it an arc

(bonten gang-centric rant on the tags lmao i honestly can't remember much about the main characters during that time to even talk about it)

[sirthisisa-wendys]

GIRRRLLLL ur killing me with that Part 3! It was heavier than Part 2 and my thoughts are fucked so take resposibility and make that Part 4 HUHUHU. Ran’s part killed me for real like the way he cried but need to stay strong for her wife im dead :(((((((

I have had so many people jump down the ask path for a part 4 so FINE! (I'm being fake, I love the response to this.)

But I'm not promising anything other than angst. And maybe a little fluff.

Hand Her Over (Part 4): Rindou Haitani/ Kakucho Hitto x Fem!Reader

wc: 1k

tw: angst, fluff

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Hand Her Over Megapost

Rindou Haitani

Rindou's sobbing like a baby. He's wiping away the blood on your lip, trying not to press too hard on the wound. Your tears have dried up, but every now and then, you hiccup and Rindou braces for another flood.

"It's okay," he whispers shakily, trying not to betray his anger. "I'm here."

"You weren't here," you breathe, hiccupping and breaking into a new round of sobs. "You weren't here when he--"

"I know," Rindou croaks. "I know. But I'm here now."

You both were broken, you physically, Rindou mentally, but now he's trying to make it better. Your bruised eye is swelling, but Rindou's given you ice to place around the wound. "Just keep the ice there," he murmurs, leaning you back on the bed and placing a pillow underneath your knees. You stare off into the distance as Rindou gives you a kiss on the forehead, but you flinch at the contact, and suddenly, he wants to scrub his skin raw.

Under the spray of the shower, he does just that, rubbing his skin over and over and over again until he feels just as raw as he feels on the inside.

Bonten is nothing to him now. Bonten is nothing and no one and he's not even part of this charade anymore. When he emerges from the steaming hot shower, he rejoins you in the bedroom. You're not asleep, but you are laying horribly still.

"I'm sorry," Rindou finally says, standing in the middle of the room with the stupid towel around his waist. "I..."

"I hate you," you breathe.

"What?" Rindou gives you a chance to retract the statement, a chance to recant.

"I fucking hate you!" you scream, throwing the half-melted bag of ice at him. "I hate you!" You keep screaming, getting out of the bed and storming toward him. Your fists are flying, but Rindou blocks them easily. This enrages you even more, but you've blown through your endless reserve of anger, and collapse on the floor in a heap of tears.

Rindou doesn't know what to do. He stands still, trying to figure out what to do, but he's frozen to the spot in front of his broken wife and his broken marriage. Rindou wants to apologize again, but that wouldn't mean anything. He'd have to go back in time and prevent all of this from happening.

"You don't mean that," he murmurs, stooping low to touch your shaking shoulders, but you scoot away from him, hiding your reddened face in your arms.

"I wish I never met you."

Kakucho Hitto

"I normally don't do this," Kokonoi murmurs, licking his fingers and shifting through the stack of money. Occasionally, he pulls out a larger bill, but then he continues to count the ones in his hands. "But I'm not pleased with the recent turn of events. Manjiro has gotten out of control." Kakucho stands by your side, holding your shaking hand. "I don't like going against the boss."

"I know," Kakucho replies grimly. "I'm grateful that you're doing this for us."

"Yeah," Koko mutters, tapping the bills on the table and then placing a rubber band around them. He slaps the cash down, the pile joining another stack of bills set out for you. "So, what else do you need?" Kakucho looks at the money, then looks up at Kokonoi with a blooming sense of hope. "Ah," Kokonoi snaps his fingers. "New identities."

He rustles through his desk, then pulls out two passports. He opens them and looks through the information before handing them to Kakucho. "Citizenship is not guaranteed, but you can go plenty of places unseen and unbothered with those."

"Business or pleasure travel?"

"Pleasure," Kokonoi states simply. "Always pleasure." Another sigh from Kokonoi's lips as he thinks. "That's all I can do for you two."

You inhale sharply. "What about the--" Kokonoi's phone buzzes loudly on the desk. He looks down at the screen and his face drops.

"It's Manjiro."

You flinch at the name, and Kakucho grabs the money, placing the stacks in his jacket pocket. "Let's go," he whispers in your ear, and you nod, letting him turn away and take you with him. When you get into the car, you're almost brought to tears by the thoughtfulness and kindness Kokonoi has shown you. He didn't even have to, really. But he did.

Kakucho sits behind the wheel and sets things in motion, driving away from the non-descript building. You lean back in the seat and sigh, praying that the trip would go without incident.

"Where to?" Kakucho wonders as he drives through the streets.

"The airport," you answer, unsure of what he means.

"I know," he begins, looking at you in the rear-view mirror with a soft gaze. "Where in the world do you want to go, Carmen San Diego?" You giggle, if that were even possible at this point in your life.

"Should I just pick a place on a map?" you wonder, and he laughs, reaching into the glovebox. When he tosses a map back at you, you look up at him in shock.

"Pick a place." Just as you open the atlas, Kakucho's phone begins to ring. The number is blocked, but despite your hesitation, he answers on speakerphone.

"Hello?"

"You have forty-five minutes to get out of Japan," a raspy voice echoes. Kakucho grunts. "I've bought you just enough time to get the hell out of here and to not turn back."

"Takeomi, we--"

"Don't ever come back." The line goes dead, and you stare, wide-eyed at Kakucho. But he doesn't say anything. He just tosses the phone aside and starts to speed up.

"Pick a place, my love."

The place you've picked is remote and yet, strangely familiar. You've read about it in books, but never seen it up close and personal. "You're about ready to pop," the flight attendant jokes as you walk onto the plane. "Will you be comfortable in that seat?"

"Certainly," you reply, settling into the reclining first-class seat with a sigh. "This is better than the alternative." Kakucho reaches across the aisle and holds your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles.

"I love you," you mouth, resting easily. Kakucho kisses your hand, and you're eased to sleep with the turbulence, thankfully.

"New Zealand, huh?"

"Yeah," you breathe, smiling. "Not far enough?"

"Oh, no," Kakucho smirks. "That's perfect."

[manjiroscum]

heart 2 heart

Character/s: Bonten!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, cursing, sexual themes, food play (?), fingering, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, praise, hint of overstimulation and fluff. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @wakaslut 💖 thank u my beloved 🥺 happy valentine's day!

Synopsis: Rindou spends Valentine's day with you, his sweet girlfriend.

✃WC: 2k

Rindou hates long lines. He hates the thought of waiting without the certainty he’ll get what he came for caused by the sudden influx of demands. But what he hates more than lines and mingling with the overbearing crowd was the cause of it: Valentine’s day. The sudden sale of chocolates that were almost out, fully booked hotels and restaurants, overpriced flowers, all the pinks and reds—what was there to like? Perhaps if he were the ignorant teenager—before he met you—he used to be back in the day, he’d be back home watching another rerun of a cheesy rom-com movie he knew the ending to on television or hitting the streets with Ran to find a poor sucker to mess with to reach that high he knew all too well. What’s more, he regrets not taking up Koko’s offer of reserving flowers beforehand, letting his ego think for him, underestimating the load of work Bonten placed over his shoulders days before the dreaded hearts day.

Yes, Rindou hates Valentine’s day.

But he loves to see you smile more than anything. The feeling of pride swelling up his chest whenever you shower him with kisses and words of gratitude for the little surprises he’d give was intoxicating. And Rindou would damn well line up a thousand times for those flowers you loved than nothing at all. Even if the man in front of him was talking his ear off about the type of bouquet he should get for a girl that was clearly not interested in him.

Rindou thinks he deserves a pat on the back for putting up with this slow torture. He would’ve blown his cover and began shouting he was from Bonten to have the line disperse. However, he wouldn’t risk you crying and spending Valentine's behind bars. Rindou would kick himself where the sun doesn’t shine if you were to shed another tear because of him.

“I’m home,” he announced in a low voice, quickly removing his shoes and hiding the bouquet of your favorite flowers behind his back. Everything was worth it—you were worth it—in the end, he thought, as you greeted him with a sweet grin and a peck to his cheek. The exhaustion creeping up his legs and back disappeared almost instantly at the affection. Parchment rustling captured your attention, trying to peek at what your boyfriend got you. Rindou chuckled, rolling his eyes as he presented his gift. “Happy, uh, Valentine's day. I got you somethin’, hope these are—”

“Rin, you didn’t have to! They are so pretty!” you gushed, accepting the flowers at the sight of them. Nose pressed against one, you inhaled the refreshing scent before giggling at his attempt of appearing nonchalant. “Liar. You said you wouldn’t get me flowers this year.”

“Surprise?”

“I love it! Thank you, Rin.”

Pressing a chaste kiss on his mouth, you then lead him to the dining room, hand in hand. The sugary scent of something in the oven lingering in the apartment’s halls, evidence of icing in the apron you wore had your boyfriend smiling. Despite disliking what the annual tradition put him through, Rindou looked forward to tasting the cake you baked every year. The little pretty thing with all its strawberries and cream adorning the dining table along with the bottle of Rosé champagne and sliced cheese and fruits.

“Let me go and put these in a vase, okay?”

Rindou nodded, watching you rush to the kitchen with the flowers. Violet hues not missing the dress’ skirt swaying under the white apron, mind wondering what you were wearing underneath. Reaching to take a heart candy inside a glass bowl, Rindou squinted at the short message on the sweet.

Lover boy.

Tacky, he snickered before popping it into his mouth while waiting. The moment you came back, the flowers now in a beautiful vase, his eyes went straight to your outfit that was now in full display. And god, were you trying to kill him?

Hand itching to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you into his lap, Rindou’s ears didn’t hear you ramble, asking how his day went or his work. Your cleavage in full display stole the show. The sweetheart pastel pink dress hugged every curve you wore, teasing him to just rip it off and ravish you right there on the table. It felt like it has been years since he last touched you, throat dry and mind forgetting about last night. He was like a man parched by your softness and saccharine taste. Fuck, he wanted you, right then and there. Wanting to prove your pussy and lips were sweeter and tastier than any dessert he’ll ever have in his whole life—one he would never get tired of having.

Fuck, was it candy he ate or an aphrodisiac?

“Rin, are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. The cake… shouldn’t we slice it up?”

Rindou knew he should control his urges. He didn’t want to overlook your work, knowing you’ve been busy all day just to prepare everything that is on this table. But god, it did prove to be a challenge. Amethyst irises darting from your face to your chest, your perfume tantalizing him to reach across the furniture and kiss you hard. Wishing to drink the Rosé champagne from your mouth or soak your skin with the liquor and drown in it until all he could taste was you. Even when you suggested feeding him the cake you baked, Rindou’s head was spiraling at the perverted images plaguing his mind, wishing he’d choke on the fork to calm down his erection.

Fuck, he wished you didn’t remove the apron until you both were finished eating. That way he’ll be able to give you his comment about the cake without getting distracted by your breasts pressed on his arm whenever you clung to him. The pants he wore was tight, half-hard cock twitching in its confinement leaking pre-cum. His discomfort was clear on his face that you weren’t able to ignore anymore, pausing on your chewing. Yet, just before you could ask Rindou what was wrong, clumsy fingers made your utensil coated with icing fly and land on your outfit. Hurriedly, you excused yourself and got up to wash it off by the kitchen sink.

While you muttered under your breath how it must’ve ruined the mood, Rindou dubbed it as a blessing.

Scooping up a handful of icing from his own slice of cake, Rindou found himself slowly approaching you from behind. The universe was finally giving him a chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. One second, you were turning the faucet off and turning to your boyfriend, brow raised. The next, the top of your breasts were now sticky with cream, Rindou smearing the icing without hesitation as he pressed you against the counter.

“R-Rin, wait—”

“Shh, you must be tired, bunny. Doing everything… Let me take care of you, yeah?”

Index finger on your lips, Rindou’s free hand pulled your dress down by the neckline, ignoring your shaky protest. Purple hues darkened in lust at your pink lace bra that was now on display. The groan he emitted was downright lewd, making your lower lips pool with heat and anticipation. Yes, you were definitely out to kill him. Smirking, he leaned down to wipe off the icing on your supple flesh with his tongue. Whimpering at the touch of the warm muscle, your grip on the counter tightened. Flustered cheeks pressed against his lilac strands, eyes half-lidded at the soft moans he let slip past. Rindou was close to burying his face in your tits, the sound of sucking and slurping filled the kitchen.

“My pretty bunny, did this all for me? Baking me a cake, wearing a sexy dress—all dolled up for me. So cute. What did I do to deserve you?” Rindou’s voice is slightly incoherent, tongue never leaving your breasts, now swirling around one of your perked nipples. Whining at the chance of him tearing the bra off and ruining it, your boyfriend then captured your lips, cooing, “Don’t worry, if it tears I’ll buy you the same set, alright? Maybe even add three more in different shades.”

“Rindou…”

“Just let me take care of my bunny,” he whispered, going back to your breasts that were now cleaned by his tongue. Palm cupping them, squeezing to hear your melodic moans. However, his fingers weren't, bringing them up and pushing them into your mouth. Rindou didn’t have to command you, his gaze was already enough for you to move. Lips circling the digits, you sucked off the leftover icing, thighs rubbing together to create some friction. The matching lace panties are now soaked with your arousal. Rindou’s impatience bled through when he met your mouth again, tasting the cream off of yours. His fingers soaked with your saliva reaching down to your clothed cunt, rubbing your clit through the lace. “Let me hear my cute bunny—fuck, let me hear you.”

Fingernails digging into his broad back, your back arched when his teeth sunk into your neck, peppering marks on the sensitive skin while his fingers pushed the thin material of your panties to the side. Rindou hummed at your tight pussy hugging his digits soaked with your juices, splitting the searing walls apart. Thumb rubbing on your puffy clit, drawing circular figures on the bundle of nerves.

“Rin, right there—shit.” Tears pricked your eyes, vision glossy. Clinging to his equally feverish body due to the ecstacy racing in each other’s veins, his hot breath panting on the shell of your ear had you whining. Rindou was on the same boat, cheeks dusting with pink at the euphoric mewls you sent to his ears. “M-more, Rin! Want you inside me—fuck, I need your cock. Please, please!”

And really, Rindou wasn’t gonna say no to your request.

Palm against your stomach, he prompted you to stay still as he bent down, head under the skirt of your dress. Breath stuck on your throat, you were sure you would’ve climaxed the moment his teeth were pulling your lace panty down. A thin line of slick connecting your underwear on your boyfriend’s teeth and your aching pussy was too much to bear. Whining for him to hurry up, Rindou quickly pocketed the item and unbuckled his belt. His pants didn’t even reach the ground when he slipped into your folds, the pink mushroom tip of his thick cock splitting your walls deliciously. The hem of your dress bunched around your hips as he held you there against the kitchen counter, thrusting up into your welcoming cunt.

“Fuck, so tight. Bunny’s pussy is so good to me, all for me,” Rindou groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck as his cock pistoned in and out of your cunt’s death-like grip, eliciting a hiss from him. “Don’t, pretty bunny. G-gonna cum fast like this. Have to make you—fuck—cum first.”

Fucking you in the kitchen wasn’t part of the ‘romantic’ plan he had in mind on the way here, but how could he stop when you were taking his cock so deliriously good? Clenching around him like there was no tomorrow, a moaning mess on the pristine kitchen counter where your hands were achingly hanging onto as Rindou pounded into your squelching pussy. The mewls and high-pitched moans egged him on, thumb going back to your clit and ruthlessly rubbing it.

“Rin, I’m gonna cum—shit, I’m c-cumming! Ah—!”

Chest heaving, a blinding white light obstructed your view momentarily of Rindou’s focused expression. Chasing his own high, you felt tears stream down your cheeks at the overstimulation, listening to your boyfriend grunting with brows pinched together, until his cock spurted out thick milk, filling you up. Hoping to get your heart rate back to its normal beat, Rindou suddenly scooped you up, never pulling out while carrying you to the bedroom, far from finished. He did promise to take care of his pretty bunny, after all.