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âââ I SAID LOOK AT ME, GIRL INITIATION bonten x fem! reader ( 18+ MDNI ) 21.3k words you condemned three men to death tonight, or something worse than death, and there was nothing you could do about it but keep moving forward, digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole until you could no longer see the sun. but you kept reaching up anyway, ever hopeful that youâd feel the warmth on your skin one day.
that day wasn't going to be today. how lucky for you, you've been promoted.
YOU CAN FOLLOW SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS, RIGHT ? âââ active characters ïŸ hajime kokonoi, haruchiyo sanzu, ran haitani, rindou haitani, takeomi akashi mentions of ïŸ mikey sano, kakucho, kanji mochizuki
WHOEVER BETRAYS BONTEN WILL EVENTUALLY BECOME SCRAPS, TOO tags ïŸ dubious consent , degradation , praise , gangbang , power imbalance , pain play , exhibitionism , voyeurism , groping , mention of drug usage ( sanzu ), mentions of alcohol ( takeomi & rindou ), sadism , masochism , dacryphilia , size difference , violent sex , oral ( m. receiving ) spit kink , asphyxiation , fear play , face fucking , mind break , coercion almost , free use , violent language , unprotected sex , handjobs , misogyny ( takeomi ) , slutshaming ( takeomi, again ), bukkake , insults , mean characters , throat bulge , breath play , borderline unconsciousness , hair pulling , suspension , overstimulation , mentions of a breeding kink , multiple orgasms , mentions of a collar , dry humping just a little , humiliation , control , spitroasting , nipple play , canon typical violence , mentions of death several times , gang antics with bonten , and more..!
You were good at listening to orders. one of the best, in fact. It was more than just rare for you to mess up a direct order given to you by one of the executives above you, and that made you the perfect pawn. You could be molded into anything they needed at the time, the perfect canvas for crimson red handprints to cover your body.Â
Innocent wasn't exactly the word, it was more like naive, and belligerently hopeful, even when you faced the worst. It was like you couldn't really see the world around you, not completely anyways.
" Sir, " you took in a deep, shaky breath, holding the manila folder in your hand as you walked into Hajime Kokonoiâs office, knowing you'd delivered exactly what you had been told. Even if it came at the cost of other people's lives. " I have the names. "
" Good, good, " Kokonoi didn't even bother to look up from his desk, his throwaway laptop open with the screen away from you, making it impossible for you to see what he was working on, but you thought that it was better the less you knew about what he did for work considering what he had you doing for work. " How many ? "
" Three, " you announced, sitting the manila folder down. For such a simple interaction right now, this had taken more restless nights and more dangerous situations than you really wanted to let yourself think about. It almost felt like it was downplaying and trivializing your efforts. To be fair, it was.Â
Sniffing out traitors wasn't an easy job â whether it was checking money wires, phone calls, tailing people, reaching out through connections and plenty of ' friends of a friend â â getting these three names had taken about three weeks of your life that you weren't going to get back.Â
You felt blessed by some god that you knew wasn't looking that you didn't have to pull out the gun you kept on you nearly at all times, although you had needed to talk your way out of a situation that could've ended in bloodshed more than once.
" The names ? "
" ..Shinatsuro Kamo, Mikane Shuichi, Chihara Fumihiko. Two of them are in your shell IT company, different branches though. One of them worked as a bartender in the Haitani brothersâ strip club, " you explained in a soft voice, crossing your arms, trying to show that you were just as serious about this as he was. You'd figured out a long time ago that showing pain was nothing more than a big red target on your back, and you had enough eyes watching you for now. " All three of them were connected to the same mole. From what I know, they don't know about each other, at least not their identities, although they may be aware that there are other rats. "
" Did they even try to cover their tracks ? tch. " Gently closing his laptop, Kokonoi grabbed the manila folder, looking through the files you'd put in there.Â
Birth certificates, addresses, current pictures of their identity cards, check stubs. You had it all there. None of that was easy to get a hold of, especially not when each of them had more than one different name they went by. But you tailed their trails until you got to their birth names, and had it all down. You even had pictures of one of them from middle school with the worst haircut youâve ever seen on a kid.Â
" You did good. its thorough work for only three weeks with only a vague notion of where to go. "
" Yeah. You'd think next time I might get a bit of hint, " you joked softly, and you swore you heard Kokonoi chuckle a little bit, his hand reaching over and tucking his straight white hair behind his ear as he read through the files, sorting things out on his desk. " Going through the entire list of Bonten's higher ups wasn't easy. "
" The entire list ? "
" Mostly. I knew better than to look into the executives, but I had to check anyone below your status, " you backtracked to answer his question quickly, knowing damn well that if you ever looked into the executives above you, you were as good as dead. The cops would never find your corpse and no one would remember your name.Â
Being wiped off of the face of the planet wasn't exactly in the plans of a good night for you, not after all of that work. It had been the worst mission you'd been sent on yet, but you completed it hopefully with flying colors.
" That's good, " Kokonoi sat out the three I.D card copies, examining each one of them. He didnât outright deny your thought process, but you knew that he didnât need to. There were some open secrets in Bonten that everyone knew without needing to talk about them. " So these are the men ? And you're sure of that ? "
" If you don't trust me, trust the trails they left behind. "
" We'll have to double check your work, " he pointed out, although with each file that he pulled out, he seemed more and more convinced that you were right in your deductions, which is what you were hoping too. You knew that there was a chance something didnât add up, that you could be wrong, even with all of the hard work that you put in to get this information. It was small, but this was life and death. " Can't just send men to die without a checks and balances system, right ? "
" Who's going to be checking my work ? " you tried your best not to think about the fates of the men that you were damning, but failing miserably. You hoped that it show on your face.
" Sanzu. "
" So they're dead. " There was no way that Sanzu was going to go the silent path of making sure that all of the trails led up properly. No, he was going to get the answers out of them with chains and saws and pliers. Whether they were guilty or not, they were as good as dead. Death might be a mercy for them if theyâre stuck with Sanzu.
Hopefully, you thought, they would give up quickly and spill everything out before Sanzu really got to having fun. Once that happened, who knows how long he would play with them until Mikey gave his orders to finally end their lives. Could be hours, could be days. You hoped that they werenât as dumb as they seemed. If they canât cover themselves up properly, at least they could give up easily.
" Well, " Kokonoi put all of the files away back into the manila folder, closing it and sitting it to the side of his otherwise pristine desk. His voice almost sounded light, like he was laughing about it, although his face was still mostly neutral. Kokonoi was hard to read â it wasn't like he was crazy like Sanzu, or quiet like Mikey and Kakucho. No, he was witty and sarcastic, but he was so in the way that it wasn't really actually funny, just dark. Just actually depressing. He told the truth and covered it up with a smile. " You never know, maybe he's feeling merciful. Either way, you'll be there when Mikey decides what to do with them. "
" Ah, thank you, Sir. what an honor, " you couldn't stop yourself from sounding a little bitter about it, knowing that you would witness the culmination of your hard work and honestly, you didn't really want to. Listening to three men that you brought down to Sanzu's favorite warehouse cry and scream out in pain wasn't exactly your idea of a good time, but a direct order was a direct order, and you weren't about to mess up just because you didn't want to. There was plenty of things that you've done that you can't exactly say that you're proud of, and you just thought you were going to add this one to the list.
" We'll see to it that you're there. It'll be your first time in the warehouse, right ? " Kokonoi asked, although he already knew the answer, " I believe it's time to talk to Mikey about making it official. "
" It ? "
" Your work here, I mean. "
" I've done a lot of unpaid labor if this is just the internship, " you mumbled underneath your breath, earning a curious quirk of Kokonoi's eyebrow, but he didn't say anything about your attitude. He was one of the few executives you could talk to like a normal person and he wouldn't paint the walls with your brains.
" You're sort of more like a secretary right now, " Kokonoi clarified, steepling his fingers together and sitting his chin on them, a strand of his hair that he had just pushed back already falling into his eyes as he looked up at you, his sharp eyes taking in your appearance as if he were dissecting you piece by piece, and maybe he's thought about it before. You could never be sure with the Bonten executives just how deep their contempt for humanity ran. " Granted, the papers you bring me aren't exactly just the weekly wealth management reports, but more.. unique to your position, I should say. "
" Despite the others' strengths, there's only one within the executives that's particularly good at sniffing out rats, " Kokonoi continued after your silence, " So it only makes sense that you worked directly underneath me during your time here, given what you do. But to continue your job in a more effective manner, you should be.. promoted, in a sense. Instead of me being the middleman, giving you orders from Mikey, you should get them directly from him instead. Cut out the middleman and there's less room for error. There's no way any information can get lost in translation and cause errors to occur. "
What a professional and roundabout way to say that now, if you fucked up, it would be on your head, and he didn't want to risk having his name attached to your line of work. " I see. so you're wanting to ' promote ' me to executive directly underneath Mikey, instead of working just for you. "
" Precisely. I knew you were smart, " he smiled, eyes narrowing as he watched you shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling a little awkward underneath his gaze. " I still need to suggest it to Mikey, but I'm sure there's going to be little pushback. He's seen the work you've done before this. Everything goes back to him, after all. "
Mikey has eyes and ears everywhere, that much you knew. You, very much so, were considered one of them. Not only did you look out for others within your ' position ' you also were watched by them. You were just particularly good at your job, it seems. What a lucky soul you were, living this life.
" Yes, Sir. "
" Wonderful. Then you're dismissed until a later notice, secretary, " he straightened up, the term slipping from his lips more like an insult than anything else, finally glancing back down at his laptop in front of him, opening it up to continue what he was doing before you came in. " You'll hear word from someone about what's going to happen and when. Be there, although I have no doubt that you won't. "
" Yes, Sir. " You repeated once again, and turned on your heels, your footsteps echoing as you headed towards the door, trying to hold your head high and keep your posture as straight as possible. If there was one thing you were good at other than executing orders given to you, it was keeping up appearances.
" Oh, and one more thing before you go. There's a lady acting up from one of the Haitani brother's clubs, could you check up on her for me ? I believe she's been starting some unfortunate whispers about your connections to me, and I'd like to have that squashed as quick as possible. "
Ah, she thought the two of you were fucking. It was understandable, everyone within a certain ranking knew who you answered to, and who you spent most of your time around, and that included the managers of the Haitani brother's clubs, who often had to answer to Kokonoi for their revenues. You were sure that one had seen you come in or out of Kokonoi's office and tried to connect the dots.Â
In fact, you were almost sure you knew exactly who it was: the man who tried to hit on you and you shot him down relatively quickly. You'd been tired that day and didn't even want to entertain the thought of men, especially not one as sleazy as he was, so you may have sounded a little ruder than you anticipated.Â
Perhaps he took your denial and then saw you come out of Kokonoi's office and tried to connect the dots to make his ego feel better. What was his name ? Atsuku Tsukima, you were fairly sure. You had most people who were in higher positions in Bonten memorized already, it just sort of came with the job after combing through their names for hours on end. You'd have to pay him a little visit, and check up on that girl of his.Â
You also figured you might have to check up and ask why he was telling some random girls at his club about the business of people that he has no right to stick his nose in, too.Â
" Yes, Sir. â You answered him one last time, your hand on the door handle as you turned your head to throw him one more look, finger already holding down the lock so you could push it open. â Iâll return in a few hours with an update for you. I donât think sheâll be saying much more about it anymore after tonight. âÂ
â I donât believe so, either. âÂ
Looks like you could sit down your hopes of getting an early day tonight. Of course you had to run around for one more errand before you could really call your day complete, just to get up and do it all over again tomorrow.Â
Once you walked through the door, you could feel it all coming back to you at once, like a rush of all of the emotions youâd suppressed to the best of your ability. The fear, the sickness in the pit of your stomach, the regret.Â
You condemned three men to death tonight, or something worse than death, and there was nothing you could do about it but keep moving forward, digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole until you could no longer see the sun. But you kept reaching up anyway, ever hopeful that youâd feel the warmth on your skin one day.Â
That day wasnât going to be today.Â
Just barely three days after you delivered your report to Kokonoi, you were told the date and the time that you were expected to be in the warehouse with the presence of the other executives, and the leader of the whole organization. You knew that this day was coming, but you honestly could say that you were kind of hoping that Sanzu struggled to find them for a little while longer, if only to put off your own discomfort. But of course, you hadnât let anyone find out that you were snooping around to the traitors, so the three men had no idea what was happening and probably continued with business as usual.Â
Youâd known about the warehouse, and even knew the general location and its main use before youâd even been there for the first time. It was just an old storage facility for a car manufacturer that Kokonoi had a hand in. Technically, the warehouse was Kokonoiâs property, but Sanzu spent more than his fair share of time within the uninsulated metal walls.Â
Youâd only met Sanzu once, and that was a very short time when you were delivering something to Kokonoi and Sanzu just happened to want to chat with him at the same time.Â
Even then, you understood early on not to fuck with that man. He was unhinged, with more screws loose than anyone else within Bonten that you knew. Looking at him in the wrong way could potentially mean that you were liable to get your neck snapped in half like a twig, if he was feeling generous that day.Â
A few of the Bonten executives youâd never met before were there, as well as Mikey, the leader of it all. You knew of him, heard stories about the kind of person he was through the grapevine, although you could never tell if they were the truth or fiction, even saw his face a couple of times. Youâd heard about the man who was once called the Invincible Mikey, who was now a shell of a man and apathetic towards anyone and everyone.Â
But youâd never been face to face with him before, and you never really could say that you really wanted to, either. You were perfectly okay with being unnoticed by all of these people that you knew youâd soon be meeting. Or at least, you werenât important enough to be a name that they saw more than once or twice, with the exception of Kokonoi.Â
If someone became important enough that several of them were looking into your name, you usually didnât live long after that. Usually, that means you did something very, very wrong.
The warehouse was a sweaty cold the moment that you walked inside of it. A large open space, with plenty of crates and carts and parts strewn around. Things underneath tarps that you were smart enough not to look at too closely, especially if something brownish red was leaking out from underneath. It wasnât insulated, and didnât have any air conditioning, either, making it just uncomfortable to be in for longer than needed. You felt your fingers and the tip of your nose getting cold, and the bones inside of you rattled a little as you took in a shaky breath.Â
Walking forward through the surprisingly well lit yet dusty atmosphere, your footsteps echoed against each wall, sounding a thousand times louder than you were actually walking. There was no way that anyone wasnât aware of your presence by now, not that you were really hiding your presence to begin with. You werenât brave enough to try to sneak up on anyone here. Towards the back, you only halfway knew what to expect. You could already smell it when you came in.
The three men you personally condemned were there, dirty, bloody rags tied in their mouths, their arms tied behind their backs with duct tape wrapped around their bodies. Each man was crying hysterically; one, you were sure, even pissed himself. You could smell the stench of urine before you even got a good view of what was going on. There was a cart next to the men with a saw on it, some pliers, unidentifiable chunks of meat that you really didnât want to look at for too long, knives, scissors, a lighter, and some matches.Â
Sanzu was definitely having his fun, and you had the realization that theyâd probably been caught the moment you left Kokonoiâs office. You wouldnât be surprised if forwarding the information to him was the first thing that Kokonoi did after you left. Which probably meant that these men have been in here for days.Â
The executives each stood around, some of them looking bored, and others looking on with interest, less about the men being tortured and more about what was actually happening to them. Sanzu stood above them with a gun in his hand, his second favorite choice of weapon, although you were almost positive that he didnât necessarily care what was in his hands as long as he was able to cause mayhem.Â
â Ah, welcome, â Kokonoi was the first one to greet you, his hands in his long red shirtâs pockets. You really never realized just how detailed the gold embroidery in his outfit was until you look at it glittering in even the mustiest of areas. Compared to everyone else, Kokonoi stood out the most to you, but that was also perhaps because you knew him the longest and you were the most comfortable around him than anyone else.Â
You found yourself gravitating towards Kokonoi before you really even told your feet where to go. With everything going on around you, Kokonoi was the safest option. You held your hands behind your back, one of your hands holding onto your wrist, tilting your head as you looked up at Kokonoi. â You havenât been waiting long, I hope ? âÂ
â Not long at all, I believe youâre early, actually, â he mused, not really caring enough to check the time on his watch. â I thought you would arrive by the time Sanzu finished off the traitors, but Mikey hasnât given his order yet. Maybe he was waiting for you. âÂ
â Maybe, â you agreed easily, nodding slightly as you took a look around. The Haitani brothers were sitting on some metal cargo crates, with the younger brother, Rindou, looking a little bored, a small pout on his lips as he watched Sanzu move around the three sniveling traitors.Â
To the side, was a man you didnât know with a scar across his face, but you knew he was important. He looked like he would be hard to approach, and he wasnât even watching Sanzu, his eyes were just on the floor, looking down at his own feet perhaps. He didnât look bored, just indifferent to it all, like he would rather be anywhere else but here.
Close behind Kokonoi was a tall, huge blond man, his expression unreadable. It looked like he hadnât even taken notice of your presence, or that he was looking past you. He didnât really look like he was watching Sanzu, either. He looked lost in his own world, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.Â
Towards the back, there was a short man sitting down munching on some takoyaki, not even facing the rest of them, and a man close by him with a jacket on but no shirt staring at the exit as if he were already ready to go.Â
The three men tied to the ground were writhing around in their pity, trying desperately to free themselves from the situation, fighting against the duct tape hopelessly. Seems one of them had a missing eye, and the otherâs leg was busted completely.Â
Sanzu laughed, leaning back almost morbidly and dropping a pill from his hand into his waiting, open mouth. Swallowing it, he screamed at the top of his lungs. â Bring down bontenâs hammer of judgment on the traitors ! â You thought it was an odd thing to say, but you werenât going to say that out loud or you definitely would be next.
Sanzu leaned down to the ear of one of them, his finger pressed up against his pursed lips, â Shh, shh, shh ! Pay attention to Mikeyâs words ! â He looked over his shoulder, his piercing gaze going right through you as he waited for the command of the man eating the takoyaki.Â
â Kill them. â Mikeyâs empty voice was so soft you barely heard it, but it was still audible, if only barely. And thatâs all that Sanzu needed.Â
You closed your eyes for the next few seconds, wanting to turn to hide, but unable to do that. The three gunshots rang out so loud it buzzed in your head as if you were the one who got shot. It sure did feel like you had, anyways, with the way that your heart lurched in your chest. The stench of blood permeated throughout the area, sinking into your nostrils, choking you with the scent of metal.Â
â Those who donât fit in Bonten are scraps..! â This time, you could feel his gaze on you before you even opened up your eyes, tearing you apart. He was directly talking to you, the newcomer within the executives, that much you didnât need to be a genius to figure out.Â
You sucked in a breath, feeling your hands shake behind your back, but you refused to mentally acknowledge that you were scared. If you did, there was a chance the persona youâd seemingly perfectly crafted could unravel at any time, and you were sure that wouldnât end well for you. No, it was better if you pretended you were unaffected by everything, at least for now. You just had to hold out.
â Make sure to clean up the dead bodies, â the man with the scar on his face called, the look on his face best described as apathy. He didnât look like he cared, nor that he really felt any type of way at all. There was no emotion behind those heterochromatic eyes, just tiredness. Exhaustion that went bone deep. You sort of knew how he felt, but it was still unsettling to look at in front of you.
â Crush and freeze them. Turn them into fish bait, â the blond man behind Kokonoi suggested, earning a small chuckle from the older Haitani brother.Â
You knew about Ran and Rindou, who had killed when they were children and it just went downhill from there. Theyâd been on the path of bloodshed since they were kids, but their story wasnât particularly unique.Â
Kokonoi was on the same path since he was young, too, who youâd heard bits and pieces about during your time working underneath him. Heâd been a financial treasurer since he was a child, always controlling the puppets around him to do the dirty work for him. If he could help it, Kokonoi never had to lift a finger, he just had to hold out his hand for the profits and keep his finger on the pulses of the most income, no matter what was bringing that money in.Â
â Keep it in your heads, everyone, â Kokonoi gave you a little smile, his voice holding a hint of a dry, dark joke in there, â Even between us, whoever betrays Bonten will eventually become scraps too. â He leaned in close, until his nose was inches away from yours. â Thatâs how Bonten works. âÂ
You didnât think you needed the reminder, but the words chilled you to your core anyways, as if you were learning for the first time what kind of organization you worked for.
You kept your head straight ahead, looking at him in the eyes, but you couldnât stop yourself from swallowing hard, letting out a small shaky exhale through your nose, giving him all that he needed to know about how you were feeling right now.Â
â We have her to thank for bringing these traitors to light, right ? â Ran asked behind you, not moving from his spot as he examined the way your hands shook behind your back, and you were glad he didnât mention it. â If sheâs here, then that means.. oh, it wouldnât happen to be her initiation, right ? â He said it like he didnât know, but you were sure that they had all been briefed beforehand about your arrival.
â I swear, itâs like Sanzu gets to have all of the fun, â Rindou shook his head, sounding a little annoyed that he had no part of the action yet. â Whereâs her tattoo going to be ? Has Mikey decided it yet, or is someone else choosing for her this time ? âÂ
â Mikey said that it needs to be on her chest so it stays hidden when sheâs out and about, â Kokonoi answered simply for you, finally moving away from your face to look at the Haitani brothers. â Itâs important that her tattoo isnât easily spotted, so it has to go in a spot that most people would cover up. âÂ
Finally interested in what was being talked about, Rindouâs eyes widened, and he almost looked excited, his eyes going wide with a goofy grin on his face, â No way ! Weâre putting the tattoo in between her tits ? âÂ
â Thatâs what the boss said. âÂ
While you were occupied with listening to the conversation, Sanzu was moving along behind you, tucking the gun into the belt of his pinstripe pants. You could hear him moving about with the way that each of his steps echoed throughout the warehouse, but you didnât dare to look back at him. Not yet, at least, unless you found yourself looking at something that maybe you didnât want to see.Â
â Hey, Mochizuki, come help me with these goddamn bodies ! â Sanzu yelled out, his voice strangely cheerful as if he were saying something completely normal. â Since it was your genius idea to freeze them, you should be the one to pack them up into the cart so I can take them somewhere theyâd freeze later. âÂ
You thought it was just the way his voice carried that made him seem like he was closer than he actually was, but a hand smacked down on your shoulder, quickly jerking you back to look up at Sanzu. â Canât have the stupid little secretary getting sick while we tattoo her, yeah ? ..Is secretary the right word for you, or does snoop work better for you ? Since all you do is find people and bring them to me for me and Mikey to judge. Ah, I canât tell which one works better. Maybe they both fit you. âÂ
You kept quiet, letting him ramble on about what mildly insulting title fit you best, but you could feel the color drain from your face as you were brought face to face with this killer. Sanzu was insane. There wasnât a single part of him that could ever even remotely be considered normal by any standards. Heâd lost all of his marbles so long ago that you werenât sure if he even remembered a time that he had a coherent thought that wasnât about his next fix of murder or drugs. Not that you could ever in your life voice these opinions out to him, unless you wanted to end up as fish bait.Â
â Iâm going to be doing your tattoo today, itâs a pleasure, â Sanzu grinned lazily right in your face. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little unsteady, but he kept himself relatively straight, rolling his neck and tilting his head as he got a better look at your face. His neck popped several times with a sickening crunch, and you wondered briefly if it had to hurt, or if he could even feel it. â This is yours, Kokonoi ? â
â Yeah. She worked underneath me. âÂ
â Underneath you ? âÂ
â ..Yeah. âÂ
â Hm. Ooookay, â Sanzu didnât say anything else, pulling himself away from you and turning right on his heels to help Mochizuki, the man with the blond hair, so youâd learned, with moving the bodies into a crate for later use. You looked up at Kokonoi, trying to keep your face neutral and honestly failing pretty badly at this point.Â
You were terrified not only of Sanzu, but also about everything that was going on around you. This was more than you were expecting, and possibly even worse than anything you couldâve imagined so far. You werenât sure if it was the cold or the absolute terror in your body that made your limbs feel like they were going numb. You couldnât think, using the last of your resilience to stand up straight and not break down where you stood.Â
â I think that means he likes you, â Kokonoi mentioned casually, either unaware of your feelings or simply uncaring about them. you didnât know which, but it was better you didnât ask.Â
â Maybe heâs trying to see how long it takes for you to snap ! â Ran called out, laughing a little at his own words, and earning himself a chuckle from his younger brother. You were sure you really didnât need to hear that. Maybe Ran was the one who wanted you to snap, maybe they all were waiting for the moment where you just gave up, but you werenât going to do that. You just had to get through this tattoo and then you were going to get the hell out of there.Â
Youâd worry about the next executive meeting when it came down to it. But all of this in one night was far too much for you. You brought those men to this warehouse in the first place. Although you werenât the one who pulled the trigger, you were the one who put the red target on the back of their heads anyways. Their murders were on your hands as much as they were on Sanzuâs. Youâd think after all of this time within Bonten, youâd have your head on straight and would become numb to the feeling of blood slipping through your fingers.Â
You did not.
â She doesnât really look like a killer to me, â Kakucho shook his head, barely giving you a glance before he passed on his judgment to you. â Sheâs better as an informant than with the actual gun, but having her in the executive ranks was up to Mikey. He has a better idea on whatâs best for Bonten than anyone else. âÂ
â I think she could kill ! If she was pushed far enough ! We could push her and see what happens, â Rindou chimed in with a little nod, pretty proud of himself for his observation of you.Â
You had to think for a second, your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you thought about it. Could you kill ? Could you pull the trigger on someone elseâs life and cut it short ? You didnât know. Sure, youâd hurt people before, and maybe those injuries had left them to die, but youâd never seen the lights fade from someone elseâs eyes. You werenât sure you wanted to, either.
You were learning pretty quickly that there was a lot of things that you didnât know, and a lot of things that you didnât want to know.
You did know, however, that all of the men within the warehouse was staring at you, judging you, picking you apart and trying to see what made you tick inside. Trying to see everything about you, the good, the bad, the wrong, the ugly. Even without their eyes directly on you, you knew you were being watched. That you were always tabbed no matter what you did or where you went.Â
And these men were not the type of people to take notes and then go find someone else to deal with any potentially incorrect behavior, they were the reprimanders. They were the ones who ended the lives of plenty of people every single day. Innocents, bystanders. Anyone. Everyone. No one was safe from Bontenâs grip.
And you so naively had walked right into their hands.Â
They would take your wings and rip them off of your body so you could never fly again, so you would be stuck in the pits of hell just like they were. Even sicker, is that they knew you would come to enjoy it after a time. a caught animal never outgrows its cage, after all. You were nothing more than an animal for them, a pet. And you were about to get permanently branded as one, too.Â
The realization hit you harder than you cared to admit.
â Come on ! Sit, sit ! Donât waste more of my night here ! â you hadnât realized that Sanzu was back now without Mochizuki, and he had grabbed a metal folding chair, slapping it down a few feet in front of you.Â
He tapped the back of it a few times, letting you know that he was getting impatient with you just standing there and staring at him, although itâs only been a few seconds now. You swallowed hard, moving over to take a seat on the chair, feeling the cold of the metal even through the fabric of the pants you were wearing.Â
Now that you were sat, the world within this warehouse felt a lot larger than youâd previously thought. You could see how high the ceiling was, and could feel how absolutely suffocating the freezing air around you truly was. You couldnât breathe in deeply without the lingering scent of blood and the overwhelming scent of something molding and rotting. Every breath you took stung your lungs, the cold having seeped into your skin and reaching the marrow of your bones.Â
â Gotta find my tattoo gun and get everything ready. you sit there and look pretty, â Sanzu sneered out, hand clapping on your shoulder once before turning around to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You knew that this was likely not exactly the safest way to get a tattoo, nor would it be the easiest to deal with.Â
He was a few feet away when he turned back for a second, his face surprisingly serious when he stared at you. â Oh, and take off that shirt and bra or Iâll rip the shit off of you when I come back. âÂ
Not a single part of you wanted to take off your shirt, but you found yourself with your fingers nimbly working on the buttons of the white dress shirt you were wearing anyways. Whether it was out of fear or out of habit to follow orders, you werenât sure, and you werenât going to think too much about it, either.Â
The fabric slipped off of your shoulders, and you twisted over to have it cover the back of the chair so you didnât have to press your back against the cold bare metal.Â
You took off your bra slower, fumbling with the front clasp before shrugging it off of your arms, letting it drop onto the dirty floor. instinctually, you covered your chest up, wrapping your arms around your tits. But you already knew that your attempt at modesty did nothing. Everyone who was looking already saw.Â
You couldnât make eye contact with anyone, your head down, looking at your lap while you waited sort of patiently. There was no way this was going to take longer than twenty minutes, and then you could put your shirt back on and never think about it again.Â
In between all of the genuine fear and lightheadedness that you felt, you also felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach form, tightly coiled but barely noticeable or distinguishable from the other coursing emotions rushing through you. In your haze, you didnât think about it, didnât even acknowledge that it was there.Â
When Sanzu came back, he had a tattoo gun in his hands, and a cart that you really hoped wasnât the cart that he just had his torture weapons sat on, and that pile of flesh that you really tried to erase from your memories. â Hold your tits and keep them spread for me. I canât work if my canvas is covered. âÂ
You nodded, sliding your arms apart and grabbing your own chest, keeping the skin taut so he could work properly.Â
Originally, he was just leaning over you, his posture awkward and probably uncomfortable for him, if he could feel his own body, but he decided that he wasnât close enough, so his free hand that wasnât holding the gun grabbed your leg and forced your thighs apart, stepping in between them so he was closer to you.Â
It only took him a moment before he came up with another order, clearly still unhappy with the way that you were sat on the chair for him. â Scooch your ass nearly off the edge of the chair. Youâre sitting too straight. âÂ
Before he gave you a chance to answer or follow through with his demands, Sanzu grabbed your hips, pulling you forward until your butt was nearly hanging off the chair, and you needed to plant your feet firmly into the floor to keep yourself from falling. Your eyes widened, trying not to make any noises from the way that he had grabbed you in such a way, completely manhandling you as if you were just a doll for him that he could throw around and pose how he wanted.Â
â S-Sir- ! â You yelped, desperation hinting within your tone.Â
Once he was happy with your position, completely ignoring your little yelp, he started to clean the area, the alcohol freezing cold as it hit your skin. It wasnât until the tattoo gun turned on, and he dipped the needles into the ink that you realized that there really was no backing out of this now, not that there ever was.Â
Your grip on your own chest tightened, nails digging into the skin as Sanzu leaned a little closer. As he got nearer, he shuffled propping his knee up on the edge of the chair, right in between your legs, pressing against the sensitive flesh of your most intimate area. You wanted to gasp, but the sound caught in your throat.
You didnât have time to say or do anything as he finally touched the gun to your skin. No one really couldâve prepared you for what it felt like when Sanzu made the first mark on your skin. The needle was so close to the bone of your sternum, it felt like a painful vibration that shook your entire diaphragm, stealing your breath away. You closed your eyes tightly, breathing through your nose, nails digging into your chest so hard you swore you were going to break the skin.Â
Oh, god, it hurt. It hurt so much worse than you were anticipating.Â
Everything about this was wrong. You couldnât stop yourself from tearing up, your entire body shaking from the tattoo gun needle going in and out of your skin. It didnât feel like a million tiny little stabs like you had expected it to feel, more like the constant drag of a serrated blade against your skin, tearing at your flesh and forcing you to watch as it inked you just below the surface level.Â
But the pain wasnât really the worst part of it, it was just the catalyst for what set off every single one of your fear reactions after being on edge this entire time. You knew you were being watched, that every man had his eyes on you and were watching with rapt attention.Â
It was something about being watched that pricked at your skin, making you feel everything far more intensely than you thought you would, like their eyes on you was some kind of aphrodisiac.Â
You werenât sure when anyone moved from the places that they were at previously, but now there were important, dangerous men circled all around you, watching as you were positively defiled by Sanzu and the tattoo gun. They were like vultures watching their next meal, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
You felt pathetic, and watched, and used. And it didnât help that in between your legs, you could feel just enough friction that it made your already tense body clench up even further, his knee pressed against you as he focused on getting the lines perfect. You were trying to find something, anything to focus on that wasnât how you felt in this very moment.Â
â Youâre playing with the big boys now, little lady, â Rindou hummed behind you, his voice almost melodic as his hand found itâs way to your shoulder, giving you a grin that you didnât look at.Â
â Look at her shake like a leaf ! â Ran snickered as he leaned down, his eyes narrowed while he looked at you. You could feel his breath hot on your neck, but it took everything out of you to wrench open one eye to see what was going on around you.Â
Your eyes immediately met the older Haitani brotherâs gaze, and you felt your heart leap out of your throat. Why was he so close ? Why was he looking at you like that ? You could feel the fat of your thigh bounce a little as you shook underneath their gazes.Â
" Can this bitch stop fuckin' squirmin' ? " You could hear Sanzu's voice cut through your thoughts and the sound of the tattoo gun whirling that made your head spin a little bit.Â
You felt small and insignificant, around all of these important men, shirtless and sat in a dirty old metal chair in the warehouse where a few men lost their lives because of you today. Your hand was covering your chest, keeping the skin taunt for Sanzu as he hovered over you in between your spread legs, one of his hands coming down to rest on your hip, knee pressed against you lewdly.Â
Rindou chuckled, keeping his hand on your bare shoulder, feeling each jump of your muscles with every drag of the tattoo gun on your skin. â Maybe not, but she sure is cute, donât you think, Koko ? âÂ
â Mhm, â Kokonoi was staring at you, you could feel his eyes examining your face scrunched up in pain as you tried and failed to keep your breathing steady, his features unreadable other than a small little smile on his lips. â Thatâs my secretary for you. â
â Sheâs fuckinâ adorable. Better like this than when sheâs trying to act like a big shot in a world not built for her, â this was the first time youâd heard Takeomiâs voice, and you were completely unsure where his voice was coming from, but all of the voices sounded like they were surrounding you, echoing off of the warehouseâs walls and amplifying them tenfold.Â
You could also hear every pitiful little noise that came from the bottom of your throat no matter how much you tried to keep yourself calm. You were whimpering, your chest threatening hiccups as you fought back tears. It was too much. They were all mocking you like you were just a toy, something weak and easily broken, snapped in half like a twig.Â
â No way, is she gonna cry ? â Ran gasped, his eyes wide as he noticed the tears that were threatening to bubble up in your eyes.Â
â She is ! Look at her cry ! â The embarrassment of the Haitani brothers calling you out for crying was enough for the tears to finally overflow from your waterline, streaming down your face. You leaned your head back, eyes closed tightly as you tried to stop yourself from crying and hiccuping.Â
You felt like a stupid school girl getting bullied by the older kids on the playground, your body on display for them as Sanzu etched black ink lines into your skin. Your cheeks felt bright red, and you wanted to pull away from Sanzu, and run and hide from them. Maybe if you ran fast enough from this god forsaken warehouse, they would take a few days to catch you.
As if it were a type of sick punishment for all of the sins you committed, Sanzu shifted just a little, knee rubbing against you and making you gasp loud through your messy, fat tears, your noises reverberating on the walls of the warehouse. You couldnât hide that reaction, not even from yourself.Â
Fuck, you needed more of that feeling, the pain of the tattoo gun almost dulling for a moment before the pain came back.
" ..Sheâs crying ? " If you didn't know any better, you'd really think that Kakucho almost sounded worried for you, but no one there had any intention of stopping Sanzu from finishing your tattoo.Â
This was something that all Bonten executives had to go through, you knew this, almost like an initiation of sorts, and of course you were no exception to this case.Â
But it didn't help that you were shirtless, and you could feel the eyes of several men staring at your body, taking in the sight before them. A few seemed to be enjoying your pain far, far too much, but you were in no position to say anything to them at this very moment even if you could, not when you could barely get out a sentence without whimpering.
â Pathetic little bitch canât even stop crying fâme, â Sanzu murmured underneath his breath, his hand finding its place back on your hip, holding you still firmly against the chair. â Stay still for me or Iâm gonna fuck up. Iâm almost done. shit. âÂ
With each little line he drew on your skin, you really couldnât think of anything other than the pain, their eyes on you, and the pressure between your legs. The embarrassment, stinging, and friction created the worst amalgamation of sensations throughout your entire body, you didnât know whether or not to cry out in pain or moan out, or to break down sobbing.Â
You were thinking that you might honestly do all three at the same time. You needed something that could ground you and bring you down from the headspace that you didnât really want to be in, and before you really even had a chance to think about it, you opened your mouth to speak.Â
â K-Koko..! Pl-please.. ! â You whimpered, hot tears falling from your eyes as you looked up for him, desperate for something, anything.Â
â Sheâs the cutest ! â Ran laughed, his hand trailing down your shoulder to your hands that were still holding your breast, squeezing it a little bit. His actions didnât go unnoticed, but you didnât have it in you to say anything about how his long, calloused fingers felt pressed against the soft, pillowy flesh of your tit.
â Shh, shh, â Kokonoi shuffled around a little bit so he was directly behind you, his hand ghosting over your sensitive little neck, holding your head and tilting your chin back so your head rested on his stomach.Â
â Youâre okay. Donât even worry about them, donât listen to a word they say. Youâre doing so good, can you keep your eyes on me, pretty girl ? Look at me, look at me. You can take it, right ? Just a little more. â He whispered softly, his voice slow and soothing, piercing through the low rumble loud in your ears through the pounding of your eardrums.Â
You couldnât really say he was calming you down, more like he was distracting you from the soft, subtle touches of the other executives. Ranâs hand on your chest, Rindou touching right below your chest on the other side, dragging his nail against your sensitive skin, Sanzu holding your hip down onto the chair, Kokonoiâs hand playing with your hair as he hummed little pleasantries in your ear.Â
They were all touching you, unabashed with the way they got tired of just watching and now wanted to participate in Sanzuâs defilement of you.
â Pl-please, no- no more, â you sniffled, looking up at Kokonoi with a pout on your shaky bottom lip. You saw him smile a little, and his grip on your neck tightened just a little bit, squeezing the sides of your neck, stealing what little breath you had.Â
â You can do it, pretty girl. Youâre getting too worked up, need something to calm you down, yeah ? âÂ
Sanzu shifted again slightly, his eyes trained on the flesh he was almost done marking. His knee rubbed up against you, causing you to gasp out loud, your eyes rolling back a little bit. Kokonoi hand that was on your hair tightened up a little bit, pulling slightly.Â
â I said look at me, girl. You can follow simple instructions, canât you ? â You winced, barely opening one teary eye to look up at him.Â
He looked so sickeningly sweet, like the worst drug you could possibly get addicted to. Being surrounded by all of the Bonten executives, each one of them cooing at you in a mocking attempt to comfort you and touching at your body, it was making your already fuzzy head swim with too much to form anything coherent.Â
It almost felt good, the dull, throbbing sensation flooding through your body in small little bursts with each stroke of the tattoo gun against your skin.
Ranâs fingers began to tweak at your nipple, rolling the hardened bud in between his two fingers, not even caring enough to be gentle. Rindouâs hand soon followed suit, pushing against your nipple in and rubbing small circles, his nail digging in just slight enough that you could feel it. The two of them were so in sync without needing a word, it was almost hypnotizing how good your tits felt in their hands.
Kokonoiâs hand was still tightly around your throat, squeezing enough just to steal the breath from your lungs. He seemed pleased with how limp your body had gone by now, how all three of them could touch you like this and you didnât try to fight back against them. He wasnât a sadist like the Haitanis or Sanzu, but he did enjoy watching someone crumble right underneath his fingertips. Especially someone as beautiful and pathetic as you, it made it all the more enjoyable.
â Maybe sheâs finally given up on trying to be a bad girl or whatever and is ready to be a slut like the rest of them, â Takeomi finally mumbled underneath his breath, standing behind Ran and Kokonoi and watching this all unfold in front of him. He didnât need to touch you, not when the others were already getting you riled up past your breaking point. He was just watching and waiting for the moment where heâd be able to see the exact moment your brain turned off.Â
â There, see ? All done, â Sanzu said finally, turning off the tattoo gun, sitting it down onto the cart beside him. â Dumb bitch couldnât keep still but I still managed to get it straight. â
â Iâm gonna finish you, it's gonna be cold and then painful. Don't be a bitch about it. " Was all that Sanzu said to warn you as he grabbed a wet rag, cleaning off the spilled ink from your chest.Â
The coldness shocked you, causing you to jump up a little bit but it really wasnât that bad. Then, completely out of the blue, he squirted the isopropyl alcohol directly onto your chest from the bottle, before wiping it off with some soaked gauze.Â
You gasped, letting out a truly pathetic little scream with what little breath you had from Kokonoiâs hand around your throat as Sanzu cleaned the area almost too harshly for you. You'd been told that the alcohol hurt a thousand times worse than the actual tattoo itself, but it still managed to completely take your breath away, especially with Sanzu's cruelty.Â
Kokonoi's hand moved from your neck to your cheek, letting you breathe finally as he gently wiped the tears that fell from your eyes. The act itself was so much more domestic compared to the spinning in your head, almost enough to make you forget about everything around you. You wanted to nuzzle into his hand and cry for even longer, but you stopped yourself from doing that. At least, you thought you did.
â Sheâs like a dog trying to get affection from her master, â Rindou joked softly, earning a little chuckle from his older brother.Â
â Maybe sheâll bark if we ask her to nicely. We can teach her how to bark like a mutt, â Ran agreed, letting go of your tit. Everyone was gradually pulling away from you, at least far enough for you to gather your bearings, though you could still feel their eyes on you.Â
You tried to push your legs closed, picking your head up from Kokonoiâs stomach, wanting to pick your bra up off of the floor, to regain some semblance of the dignity you had before you walked in here, wiping the tears with the back of your hands. But Sanzu stepped quickly in between your legs again, his eyes glaring down as his knee found a familiar spot in between your legs to keep you from closing your thighs together easily.Â
â Mm, bad dog. Keep âem spread. I have to show Koko something once Iâm done cleaning you up, â Sanzu rolled his eyes, grabbing a bandage to slap on your tattoo now that he had cleaned it up. He threw it on your chest over the tattoo, fingers surprisingly gentle despite his words.Â
You knitted your eyebrows together, and Kokonoi shifted around so he could get a good look at what Sanzu was talking about.
â You needed me ? â
â Look. â
Kokonoiâs eyes locked onto your body for a second, looking from your face to the bandaged tattoo, down the your navel. You felt a little shy underneath his gaze, which was odd considering youâve been half naked in front of him this entire time, looking away from him and sitting your cheek onto your shoulder, physically curling inward on yourself.Â
After a moment, you saw his eyes wide as he noticed something, his gaze locked onto the crotch of your pants where Sanzuâs knee had been pressed against you. â ..Thereâs really not a thought going on inside of that dumb little head, huh ? â He asked, glancing up at Sanzu and then back down at your body. â Feeling like that at a time like this.. Maybe youâre more fucked up than I initially gave you credit for. â
Rindouâs attention had been piqued by that, wondering what could have possibly happened, although he had a good idea by now, and he followed Kokonoiâs gaze to the seat of your pants, his face contorting into excitement as he turned to his brother, a cheeky grin on his face. â She really got off on us watching her cry ! Look at her, sheâs so fuckinâ soaked ! âÂ
Your eyes widened, and your hand immediately flew down to hide the crotch of your pants, your face turning into a million shades of red within the moment. â I-Iâ wait..! Hold on ! Iâ â you stuttered out, trying to find some good excuse, but everyone there knew there really wasnât one that you could give that could possibly explain such a strong reaction if it was just Sanzuâs knee pressed against you.Â
Sanzu couldnât stop himself, or rather made no attempt to stop himself, as one of his hands came up to rest on your shoulder, knee rubbing up against you through the thick fabric of your slacks. It was almost pathetic how quickly your little denials about what was going on turned into squeals of pleasure, head leaning back to look up at the ceiling of the warehouse as Sanzu tested how sensitive you really are.Â
â She really is cute, â Ran said finally, grinning as he reached for your tits again, this time he wasnât trying to be sneaky about it, and you seemed more than willing to let him cup your tits with both hands as he stood behind you, rubbing and playing with them. â Maybe we really should teach her how to bark, sheâd make really cute sounds. â He made it sound like he was just joking when he suggested it beforehand, but you werenât entirely convinced that was the truth now.Â
You wanted to protest, to tell them to get their hands off of you and let you get dressed so you could go, but the words died in your throat somewhere along the way, leaving just little helpless whimpers and breathy mumbles of some sound that mightâve been â please â. Â
Rindou was quick to take Kokonoiâs previous spot behind you, letting your head rest on his stomach with his hands in your hair. He peered down at you, shooting you an evil grin that really only told you that you were in some serious trouble with the Haitanis and Sanzu touching you like this.Â
Without him even really needing to say, you knew that he wasnât as kind as Kokonoi was. Where he was at least kind enough to pretend to console you, Rindou was not that kind of person, not really.Â
With his hand snaking down your side profile down to your throat, Rindou used his finger to keep your head tilted for him. His knuckles grazed against the column of your neck with his thumb nail pressed into your chin, forcing you to only look at him while the other two men touched and defiled your sensitive body that was already on the edge of it being way, way too much. â What ? Not gonna call out for me to come save you like you did for Kokonoi ? âÂ
â She probably knows youâre not going to save her, â Ran pointed out, hands eagerly pulling at your nipples, causing you to squeak out in surprise. You could faintly feel something trickle down your bottom lip onto your chin, but the thought really didnât cross your mind to be concerned about it until you heard Rindou speak up again.Â
â Sheâs drooling now, â Rindou pointed out rather bluntly, and you were reached forward sort of absentmindedly, wanting to wipe away any evidence of what he was talking about, but it really only incriminated you more.Â
The older Haitani laughed a little at your little action, and you had to wonder briefly if those two ever only talked to each other or if they could actually interact with the other executives. You were pretty sure that these two could forget that others were in the room with them with how much they talked with just themselves.
â Is she ? Thatâs too cute, â Kokonoi called out from somewhere to the left of you, although you werenât exactly sure where. The warehouse made everyone sound far closer than they actually were, with voices sounding like they were right in your ear the entire time and giving you no time to process what little thoughts you were actually having.Â
Really the only thing you could think about was the way Sanzuâs knee was pressed up so deliciously against the most sensitive part of your body, the way his hand gripped your shoulder hard enough to hurt, digging into the bone of your shoulderblade. Heâs not saying anything, his eyes glued to the spot on your crotch that was starting to soak through his own pinstripe slacks, causing the dark pink color of his suit to turn even darker right where he was pressed against you.Â
There was no way that Rindou couldnât see it play plain across your face the moment that Sanzuâs knee jerked slightly, pressed against your clit through your pants in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head for a moment. â There she goes, all fucked out and stupid, â he snickered, leaning down to your face, hand tightening around your throat as he finally gave it a squeeze, forcing a little gasp from your lips.Â
You could see his eyes flicker away from you for a moment to what you could really only assume was Sanzuâs expression, but he looked back down at you moments after, neck still in his hands as he brought himself down for a kiss from you. As if on cue, Ran pinched both of your nipples harshly, making you moan out into the kiss just moments after his lips pressed against yours.Â
Rindou tasted like alcohol, and it almost made you want to scrunch up your nose in slight disgust at the strong flavor of several different alcohols mixed together. He didnât act drunk, not really, but you could only imagine that he was six or seven drinks deep by now.Â
Maybe that was why he didnât seem to have any reaction, even looking bored, when those gunshots rang out earlier. maybe he really was just like that, and there was no explaining him or anyone else here.Â
youâve been kissed before, and touched, but there was something about having six hands on your body at once that brought your mind spiraling to a place that you werenât even sure youâd ever been in before. You felt like nothing, like every muscle in your body was suddenly torn into pieces and left you boneless and weak while surrounded by these men.Â
You could feel eyes all around you, taking in your disheveled, desperate state. Kokonoi was definitely watching, and possibly that older man, Takeomi. You were vaguely aware that a few people were missing, but you couldnât possibly really think about what that could mean. Were Mikey and Kakucho also just watching ? What about that other guy, Mochizuki, or had he completely left all together to go take care of those bodies ?Â
The idea of people watching you somehow made you more nervous than the six hands actually touching your body. Were they disgusted ? Did they think you were just some common whore ? Did they pity you, or something equally frustrating ? Before you walked into this warehouse, you had a decent grasp on who you were in Bonten.Â
Now, you werenât sure about anything other than the knee pressed up harshly against you that with every movement from either you or him, it sent a shock of pleasure up your spine, and the slight pain of your nipples being punished and abused, and the strong taste of alcohol on your lips that you swore you could get drunk off of.Â
If there was a light at the end of this, you were pretty sure it was just the glaring, annoyingly bright florescent lights overhead, or the hazy feeling in your stomach as all of the sensations started to overwhelm you, the pit in your stomach growing bigger, needier, with every moment.Â
Right before you could really focus on that feeling, Sanzuâs knee pulled away from you, and you tried to jerk your head away from Rindou to look at him, but his grip on your neck tightened, keeping you firmly in place against him, and refusing to let you go just like that.Â
At your gasp, he pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, the taste of his saliva momentarily shocking you from really reacting.Â
Fuck, whatever bullshit you were thinking about him tasting like alcohol was wrong, and you knew it now. He tasted divine. Like someone you could get addicted to kissing and forget about everything else in the world, and there was no doubt that Rindou knew that you were enjoying his kiss, too, especially with the way that your body almost instinctively reacted against his touch.Â
You could feel your pants being tugged off of your body, the fabric that had been so soaked against your pussy peeling off uncomfortably, making you want to squirm around in that cold metal chair. One of the hands on your tits glided down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake as Ran slipped his hand into your panties, more curious than anything else about your body.Â
â Fuck, â Ran whispered under his breath as his pointer and ring finger spread you open, his ring finger dipping into your heat, and you could hear Sanzu grunting in agreement immediately, like he knew just how soaked you were without even touching you properly. â Sheâs so fucking wet. A sopping, needy little thing. âÂ
Rindou pulled away, if only for a moment, leaving your mouth open and waiting for more of him. Heâd been something that grounded you in place, to not have his lips on yours almost felt inexplicably wrong. With the distraction gone, however, you tried to peer back at Sanzu and Ran, but Rindou had a tight grip on your hair, keeping you from moving your head.Â
â She is needy, â he agreed, his voice a soft purr as Rindou looked down at you, clearly tempted to kiss you again, but refraining from doing so. Ranâs ring finger curled inside of you, finally breaching your soaked little hole and making a pathetic noise fall from your lips.
â Most sluts like her are, â you could hear some shuffling around as Takeomi spoke, and you had to wonder how close he was. It wasnât until he was right in your face, grey eyes with a scar running down one side of his face peering at you like he was looking at something below him.Â
Compared to the amusement dancing around Rindouâs eyes, and the faux comfort in Kokonoiâs, looking at Takeomi was like looking at someone whoâs hatred for you went deeper than his own bones.Â
With your head pulled back, you couldnât do much as Takeomi leaned in closer, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke directly in your face. You shook your head, trying not to cough, but in the end the taste of nicotine choked you, and you couldnât help your bodyâs natural reaction of wanting to fight back, trying to pull your head away from Rindouâs grip as you coughed.Â
Takeomiâs hand moved to grab your face, causing you to stiffen against his grip. His fingers dig harshly into the soft flesh of your cheeks, forcing your jaws apart and your mouth open. You werenât sure just how many bruises on your body you were going to have after you escaped from this warehouse, but you already knew that youâd have his fingerprints on you that would take days for them to properly go away.Â
Without a warning or any inclination of what he was doing, he spit in your mouth, the filthy act making you immediately recoil in surprise, eyes blown wide as it hit your tongue.Â
It tasted bad, like cheap alcohol and nicotine, the flavor enough to make you want to retch ever so slightly. your knee bounced up and down as your face scrunched up, nose crinkling in distaste and you momentarily entertained the thought of spitting it back out of your mouth to get the taste out quicker. But you didnât get far with that thought.
â Swallow it, â Kokonoi ordered simply without a momentâs hesitation, as if he could read your thoughts.Â
You could feel your stomach drop down to your feet, but something inside of you told you to listen, like you couldnât really deny Kokonoi â or anyone else here, really â if they told you to directly do something. You were the best at following orders, thatâs what got you so far up the ladder in Bonten. It was an act that you had perfected down to an art form, and you werenât easily swayed out of old habits.
With your mouth still forced open by Takeomi, you let the spit that had hit your tongue drip down to the back of your throat, gulping just enough that it went down.Â
And with that, Takeomi pulled away only slightly, his hand pulling away from your cheeks and letting you close your mouth again. His much larger hand rests on one of your cheeks for a moment, almost tenderly, before delivering a small slap to your face.Â
It didnât hurt all that much since your body was primed and ready for pain after everything that has happened today, it just shocked you a little, and you let out a little gasp of surprise when you felt the slight stinging on your cheek. But Takeomi moved away from you after glancing over your body one good time, taking in every one of your curves and the dips of your body, his gaze somewhere in between reverent admiration and absolute hatred.Â
â She really takes orders from Koko still ! â Ran snickered after everything settled for a moment, his finger still stuffed deep into your cunt, curled to hit that spot within you that made you want to moan out and forget everything except for the feeling.Â
â Yeah, donât you know youâre an executive now ? You donât have to take orders from Koko, â Rindou pointed out in agreement to his older brother, like usual going along with whatever Ran says and just being mean. His grip on your hair softened a little bit, but he didnât want you to look back just yet. â Or any of us, really. You donât have to listen to a single one of us anymore other than Mikey. âÂ
Was Mikey even in the warehouse anymore ? Did he have any say over what was going on, did he simply not care, or was he enjoying it, too ? You now knew that Takeomi was there and participating, but it still felt a few people werenât, or at least, they werenât active in touching you.Â
Mochizuki, Kakucho, and Mikey werenât there yet, something that you wanted to ask about, or at least figure out who was touching you and who was just watching. But you didnât have a good idea of your surroundings, your vision usually forced a certain direction by the people manipulating and violating your body.
Before you could say these thoughts, however, Ranâs hand moves away from your pussy, pulling out of you completely and moving away from your body just slightly, and Rindou had all but completely let go of your hair, although your head was still back as you tried to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. You wanted to whine about the lack of contact, the sound welling up in your throat.
You didnât really have time to do either one of those things as your legs get hoisted up over Sanzuâs shoulders, body pressed against his in a way that had your head reeling with the new type of contact. Youâre barely hanging on to the small metal chair, ass almost hanging off of it like you were bound to fall any second now.Â
Its not until you feel your panties being pulled to the side of your cunt that you can really get a good understanding of what was going on, or what was about to happen.Â
â Iâ waitâ â you started nervously, glancing down to look at Sanzu, but he wasnât looking at your face, his eyes lowered at where your body was against his.Â
You didnât want him not to do it, some part of you was more excited about this than you cared to let on to anyone, even if everyone could already see it on your face without you having to say anything about it. You could feel your own wetness drip down your body and onto the ground below you, probably on Sanzuâs shoes or the cold cement ground.Â
â Mmâ no, Iâve been waiting long enough, â Sanzu said impatiently, his voice still holding just a little bit of that bark it had when he first met you. Sanzu was mean, and he didnât pretend to be anything less than that. Cold and detached from most things, you knew that he didnât care really if you were absolutely ready or not.Â
â Bitch is fucking soaked fâme, god, â he mumbled underneath his breath, more to himself than anyone else, but the Haitanis both let out little chuckles at his words anyways. Ran, in particular, whoâd spent the last few minutes prepping you for him, not that you really needed it or anything.Â
You found yourself holding your breath as you watched him unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down, the outline of his hard cock visible before he even got it out yet.Â
Fuck, you were going to die. It wasnât so much the length of him that made your stomach twist in nervous knots as it was the look on Sanzuâs face, like he was going to take exactly what he wanted now that there was nothing between the two of you.Â
You wanted to beg him for just another moment, but you knew that your pleas would fall on deaf ears as he let go of one of your legs to guide himself into your entrance. With a swift, fluid motion, Sanzu pushed himself into you, the stretch of having him inside of you making mewl out in pleasure, little moans escaping from your throat.Â
Both of Sanzuâs hands went back to your legs, pulling you a little closer to him as he began to fuck into you with a pace that bordered on violent, his hips meeting yours as he embedded himself in your gooey walls entirely with each thrust. He was barely pulling out, his entirely length disappearing completely inside of you, his balls hitting the plumpness of your ass every movement.Â
â A-ah.. f-fuck..! â You whimpered, gasping a little bit as he fucked you, unrelenting in taking what he wanted. You tried to say something, but your words were incoherent and incomprehensible, your voice hiccuping in your throat as you just moaned like a desperate whore for him, for all of these men around you.Â
After being pushed to the edge for so long, first with the tattoo and then with the teasing and now this, you couldnât hold on anymore, not with how Sanzu felt inside of you, and the feeling of being watched by everyone around you, hands letting go of the chair that youâd been holding onto as you felt your orgasm crash over you almost painfully.Â
You could hear each one of your pathetically loud moans reverberate off of the walls of the warehouse, making your desperation for more all the more obvious to each one of them. You could feel the force of each of Sanzuâs thrusts bouncing your entire body against the metal chair, until you couldnât stay on any longer, ass falling off of the chair and you let out a scream of surprise, but Sanzu didnât let up.
He bent over slightly, still deep inside of you now as he let out several little grunts, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure as he felt your body squeeze around him. Your legs were still thrown over his shoulders as you tried to reach for the ground, your body suspended completely in the air with no good way of reaching the ground below you.Â
There was no way, was he really going to fuck you while you were upside, just like this ? You could feel the blood rushing to your head as you gasped and writhed around in his grip. You could hear some chuckling and something that sounded similar to a manâs moans that wasnât Sanzuâs all around you, but you could really only look up and see everyone, and finally you got a good idea of where everyone was around you.Â
The Haitanis were on either side of Sanzu, both looking down at your limp, hanging body as he fucked you like this. Ran was lazily stroking himself with his pants barely tugged off of his waist, while Rindou was still busy palming himself through his pants, clearly wanting to make himself wait as long as possible before he gave in and touched himself without anything in the way.Â
Takeomi was a little ways away to your left, his dick in his hand as he watched you squirm around in the air like the slut he thought you were.Â
Kakucho was a little ways away, his arms crossed as he watched the other Bonten guys touching you. Despite the expressionless look on his face, you know you saw a bulge in his pants that he had to be ignoring on purpose, and you wondered if he would even give himself a chance to indulge himself a little bit even if you asked him personally to join.Â
You had no idea where Mikey was, or Mochizuki for that matter. You were pretty sure that the latter was probably out taking care of those bodies for Sanzu, or didnât care enough to stay, he didnât seem like the type to touch people like this. Maybe he had no idea this was even happening and would be pissed if he knew he missed out on⊠whatever this is. You didnât know him well enough to really make any good decisions about him, or anyone for that matter.Â
Kokonoi walked up to you, the look on his face unreadable as he got close enough for you to grab onto him, and you did, digging your nails into the expensive red fabric of his long shirt to try to pull yourself up even somewhat. His hands reached up and held your lower back, straightening you out just slightly so you were face to face with his crotch, and you realized exactly what he wanted you to do.Â
â Open, â he demanded simply, letting you grab onto him as tight as you want to. You knew that he didnât mind being your anchor as long as you did as he asked, and you were in no position to deny orders from him, not like this.Â
He had his pants pulled down just enough for you that all you had to do was open your pretty mouth and let him slide himself in, and you found yourself almost eager to do so. You had known him for quite some time now, since before he let his hair grow out and bleached it. If there was anyone here that you could admit that you were secretly rather excited to touch, it would be Kokonoi.Â
Heâs not huge, which you were rather grateful for because you didnât want to struggle to take him when you knew that you couldnât really pull back. Kokonoi would be the one controlling how deep you took him and when you got a chance to breathe, like your body was no longer yours at this point. â
You were starting to believe that it wasnât.
Willingly opening your mouth for him, he almost looks proud as he pushed his hips forward into your mouth, letting you taste him for the first time. His dick was leaky, precum coating your tongue almost immediately, the taste sweet and salty at the same time. He looked like he took good care of himself, body hair well kept and he smelled really, really good compared to the faint scent of blood and gunpowder that youâve been smelling in the air this entire time.Â
He pushed himself completely into your throat, the column of your neck bulging as you took his entire length, and you had to grab at his shirt tighter to keep yourself from writhing around. Kokonoi seemed to understand that you were struggling for just a moment, rocking his hips back and forth to let you get used to the new intrusion.Â
It was hard to calm down your throat enough to properly take him with Sanzu still stuffing himself inside of your drenched cunt, like he didnât care if you were struggling with someone else and certainly wasnât going to stop himself because of it, and you couldnât help but mewl and moan around Kokonoiâs cock, drool from your lips dripping down your face into your hairline.Â
â Fuck, just like that, â Kokonoi whispered, his hands going down to grab you by your armpits to keep you up so you could free your hands up. With him holding onto your arms like he was, and Sanzu still having your legs on his shoulders, you were completely suspended in the air, the only thing holding you from falling being the mercy and pleasure of these men around you.Â
Your arms were limp in the air below you for a moment until a tender hand came to grab yours, almost immediately guiding your hand to his cock so you could stroke it.Â
â Come on, little girl, â Ran purred, his voice condescending as his hand tightened around yours for a moment, guiding your fist to stroke him the way he wanted you to. â Stroke me just like that, make me cum just like that. You can do it. âÂ
Rindou, of course, wasnât far behind him, finally having worked himself up to a point that he couldnât control himself any more and absolutely needed to feel your touch on his dick.Â
He unzipped his pants and shrugged them down to his knees, grabbing your other hand and guiding you the same way that his older brother had. â Nghhâ fuckâ â he mumbled under his breath, trying to keep his cool as he felt your fingers wrap around his cock almost on your own.Â
The two brothers hold your hands for a while, either one of them having their own preferred way of having you touch them. Ran preferred slower strokes, with your fingers tighter around him. He clearly enjoyed your hand on his dry cock, maybe the almost painful friction was something that he liked, although he did smear his precum around his tip and it very soon began to coat your hand in the thick seminal fluid.Â
Rindou wanted it much faster, and honestly preferred to buck his hips up to meet your hand instead of waiting for you properly. He spit on his dick to make sure the glide was nice and smooth for him, but honestly with how leaky his dick was, it wasnât even really needed.Â
You had thought Kokonoi had a lot of precum, but no, Rindou continuously leaked all over your hand and his, his grip on your hand barely anything as he jerked his hips up to meet your hand with each little movement, like he was trying to fuck into your hand.Â
Moans filled the entire warehouse as your entire body was being used, either your own or from several of the men. Surprising nobody, Ran was the most vocal, mumbling stuff under his breath about how good it probably felt to fuck your mouth or pussy if your hand felt this damn good.Â
Rindou made a little noise in agreement, but at this point he was so worked up that he was too focused on reaching that high more than anything else, devolved into nothing more but little moans as you fisted his cock for him.Â
â Youâre doing so good, â Kokonoi praised quietly through little moans of pleasure, his hips rocking forward and back. Your nose was pressed against his balls, throat bulging almost painfully.Â
You could barely breathe, and being upside down this entire time really didnât help you find your breath, either. Praise really wasnât something you were expecting in this situation, not with how cruel and mean these men have been to you this entire time, but Sanzu quickly squashed that, anyways.Â
â Good for nothinâ pocket pussy, â he grunted out in between thrusts, his hands grabbing at your waist now that you werenât half-way fighting against him holding your legs like he was. He squeezed your tummy tightly, feeling his fingers dig into the plushness of your body. â Shouldâve fucking known this is all she was good for. Runninâ her fucking mouth to the wrong people for us and being a hole for the right ones. âÂ
You didnât want to admit that his words got to you, your body clenching up just slightly at how fucking mean he was, but it did anyways. You moaned helplessly against Kokonoiâs cock, earning yourself a little grunt of approval from him.Â
â Shit, she likes it, â Ran muttered breathlessly, and you could feel his hand move from yours to trail down your body, fingers playing with your swollen and painfully ignored clit, making you gasp and whine in response. His hands really must love wandering, always on some part of you. First your sensitive tits, now your throbbing clit. â She really is a masochist forâ ah, fuckâ for this shit, huh ? âÂ
â Sheâs gotta be, â Kokonoi answered in total agreement, his grip on your arms almost painful.Â
You hadnât even realized that you were now fisting both of the brotherâs cocks on your own now without their assistance, although your own movements were messy and uncoordinated compared to when you were being guided. It wasnât exactly your fault, but it didnât seem like either guy really minded at this point in time, something that you were secretly grateful for.Â
Rindou didnât say anything as he fucked himself into your hand, desperate for just a little more, his eyes screwed shut as he lost himself in the pleasure. He was honestly making rather cute little noises, small desperate moans slipping from his lips with every little touch from you.Â
You were only vaguely aware of the other men in the room, of Kakucho and of Takeomi, until Takeomi slotted himself in between Ran and Sanzu on your side, dick pressed against your tit as he stroked himself close to you.Â
You could feel your nipple getting wet from precum as he moaned out from his own hand, his low voice honestly taking you back for a second because you werenât sure if youâd heard anything hotter than a man forgetting about where he was or who he was because of your body like that.Â
You figured that he was sleazy enough to enjoy this kind of stuff, probably enjoying watching you get used like a cumrag way more than you wanted to know about.Â
â Shit, this bitch.. â he groaned to himself, voice strained as his hand quickened its pace, needing just a little more before he reached his peak. You tried not to focus on it too much and instead keep your attention on the Haitanis and Kokonoi, and the incredible pleasure of Sanzu in between your legs like he was.Â
â Fuckinâ quickshot, â Sanzu chuckled, gripping your hips a little harder. You were almost frustrated with Takeomiâs position, because now Ran had moved his hand away from your clit to make room for him, but Rindou quickly replaced that position for him, almost desperate to touch your cunt for the first time himself.Â
Rubbing little circles against the sensitive little nub for you, his fingers were much faster and rushed than Ranâs, like he couldnât wait to see you come undone on Sanzuâs cock, something you found was rapidly approaching whether you cared to admit it or not.Â
At this point, you werenât even sure how many times you could possibly cum on one dick, but something inside of you told you that you were about to figure it out today. It all felt so good, every part of your body and nerves standing on end with every little bit of contact, like you were a hair trigger away from losing it all.Â
You couldnât tell if you were cumming on his dick with damn near every thrust, or if it just felt that good to be touched and used like this, like you were something precious to all of them and like something they could throw away at a momentâs notice at the same time.
You couldnât lie, not even to yourself, that you were enjoying this probably way, way too much. And that thought, somehow, scared you more than anything else today has.Â
Were you really that fucked up ? Really that masochistic ?Â
Feeling Sanzu so deep inside of your guts your belly bulged with the outline of his cock, and the painful stretch of your throat around Kokonoiâs, you knew the answer without having to say it.
Takeomi didnât answer Sanzuâs taunts, instead he just let out a loud groan as he finally came, the thick ropes of cum painting over both of your tits as he released everything heâd been holding in all over you.Â
â Fuckinâ whore⊠Thinkinâ sheâs some damn executive when all sheâs good for is this, â he hissed, speaking to you like you werenât there, like you really werenât anything but a set of holes to be used by these men in more powerful positions than you, more dangerous than you could honestly every hope to be.Â
â Yeah, yeah, but sheâs so cute, â Ran hummed in response, calling you cute for the hundredth time tonight, as Takeomi lingered, his hand coming up to play with your tits, smearing his own cum against your body.Â
â It was mikeyâs decision to make her an executive, maybe he knew we needed some kind of stress relief toy. He couldnât have picked a better one, shit. Your body really is perfect to be used like this, huh, doll ? Hm ? â Ran asked, as if you could possibly answer him back, something he knew you couldnât do with Kokonoiâs dick stuffed in your throat like it was.Â
You let out a little whimper against Kokonoiâs cock as Sanzu hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, his dick throbbing with need from having you like this for so long. He was finally back to being quiet, his eyes narrowed as his fingers dug into your hips again, each thrust getting sloppier and more desperate than the last.Â
It was clear that he was losing his composure, and quickly, and there wasnât much you could do but pick a god and pray to whoever probably wasnât listening to you anymore that he had the common decency to pull out.
Although, somewhere, a little inkling inside of you kind of hoped that he didnât, but you squashed that part of you down before you could even fully realize the actual desire in your mind. Its not like you were going to act on it, you werenât that stupid, but⊠that didnât stop the idea from being there regardless.Â
Rindouâs groans came from the back of his throat, his hips meeting your hand desperately as he reached that blissful ending too,Â
â Sh-shiiit, Iâm gonnaâ all over your pretty tits, gonnaâ fuckâ â his words were almost incomprehensible as he moaned and whimpered on your side, body shaking as he finally gave up on holding off as long as he possibly could, not when he was so worked up like this. It felt too good, way too good, for him to be able to edge himself for any longer.Â
â Fuck, fuckâ â Rindou gasped out quietly, and you found yourself trying to focus on your hand a little more to be able to bring him to that peak he was searching so hard for as fast as possible. You could feel his breathing quicken, until he stuttered almost to a complete stop, hips barely rocking against your hand as you felt his cock desperately pulse and throb in your hand.Â
The noises he let out were as close to heaven as you were pretty sure you were going to get tonight when he came, cum shooting out of his dick so hard it left Rindou momentarily dizzy and disorientated, only really able to squeeze his eyes shut and moan.Â
You could feel it as his cum hit your chest and slightly further down your tummy, the second load on your tits only covering them even further. You had a little part of you that couldnât help but think he was kind of cute like this, mouth panting little obscenities as he tried to calm himself down, hair stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.
â Sheâs so fucking good at this, even with her attention split, â he groaned out, trying to catch his breath the best that he could moments after reaching his orgasm, â Now that sheâs an executive, we have to fuck her like this more often. Every Bonten meeting has to end like this, it just has to. âÂ
Rindou let your hand drop from his dick, definitely far too sensitive to want you to keep going, but his fingers never stopped rubbing quick little circles around your swollen clit, wanting to see you come undone just like he had moments ago.Â
Fuck, his fingers felt so good, especially in tandem with Sanzuâs thrusts into your sopping, desperate cunt.
â Shitâ sheâs squeezing me real fuckinâ tight, just like that, â Sanzu grunted out, his voice getting a little higher than it normally was. â Canâtâ fuck, canât stop now, gotta fuck this bitch so good she learns her place. Nothinâ more than a damn hole for me to use. â
â Fuck, yeah, butâ damn, youâre making it hard to hold back, huh, little lady ? â Ran teased, as you tensed up a little as you felt takeomiâs fingers tease your nipples, pulling at them slightly, flicking one of them with his fingers. He seemed mesmerized with your pretty tits, especially with them coated in cum like they were.Â
Kokonoiâs grip on your arms tightened a little, pressing his body against your mouth and forcing you to deepthroat him, your airways completely covered or plugged up.Â
You immediately started to kick one of your legs, hitting Sanzuâs shoulder repeatedly. You could feel the pressure in your chest build, the panic rising in you as your body started to fight back against not being able to breathe. Your throat clenched around him, drawing out an almost melodic moan from him. Even while you were struggling, he was still trying to draw as much pleasure from your body as he possibly could.
â Shit, let her breathe so she stops kickinâ me like this, damn, â Sanzu snapped at Kokonoi, which he only chuckled at before pulling back just slightly, enough for you to catch your breath without his cock in the way.Â
â Iâm sorry, I just couldnât help it. Her throat just bulges so nicely around my cock and she sounds so pretty when she gags like that, â Kokonoi reasoned as you choked and coughed, trying to catch your breath the best that you could.Â
It was the first time that you really had to come face to face with the very real reality that even if Kokonoi acts kinder than everyone else here, he most certainly was not actually kind, and was in this for his own pleasure as much as the Haitanis and Sanzu were.
Somehow, you werenât as surprised by that revelation, and once your breath was caught, you opened your mouth willingly for Kokonoi to take your throat once again, tongue flat and waiting for him, and he did so immediately without hesitation on his part. Even with tears in your eyes and a mix of drool and precum all over your face, you were still so damn eager for him, something that he found oddly charming in its own way, and so attractive at the same time.Â
â I trained this throat so good, hm ? â Kokonoi teased, although there really wasnât any bite to his words anymore, not with the way you were so obediently sucking him off like that, your throat bruised but still desperate for more from him.Â
â God, fuckâ â Ranâs voice cut through to your attention, and he grabbed your hand again, back to guiding your hand as you stroked him off.Â
â Stop stealing all her attention, dammit. She canât focus on me with you talking to her like that. â His free hand smacked your ass harshly, grabbing at the fat of it, causing you to moan out against Kokonoiâs cock. The harsh impact almost made you want to sob, tears that were already streaming down your face threatening to come out harder.Â
â Iâm almost there, just keep fuckinâ going, â you could tell from the venom in Ranâs words that he was mad at you for unintentionally edging him, forgetting about your hand and focusing your attention on throating Kokonoi.Â
Lucky for you, you didnât need to focus any of your attention on Sanzu, he was perfectly content with using your body like a fuck toy and nothing else, but if you stopped paying attention to your mouth, youâd start to gag and choke around Kokonoi again.Â
Ran alternated his hands really quickly, still guiding your hand on fisting his dick as if he didnât trust you to forget about him this time. Now with his other hand freed up, it found your throat, squeezing at it, pressing against where your throat was bulging with Kokonoiâs cock.Â
â If you wanna focus on sucking dick so much, let me help you, little lady, â he hissed, grip tightening slightly against your already bulging throat. You gagged, your bodyâs natural reflex wanting to kick in again, but you did your best to try to calm yourself down.Â
â Its okay, â Kokonoi soothed you after letting out a small chuckle, watching how you struggled to take him with Ranâs hand tightly around your throat. â Youâre okay. You can take it, yeah ? Just a little more like this, just for a bit. Heâs close, just gotta keep going until heâs done, okay ? Can you do that for him ? For me ? âÂ
Its not like you could possibly say no, but still somehow his words did manage to soothe a part of you, even just a little bit. Although you could barely breathe, and the pressure around your throat was making your already dizzy head get even more light, you tried to find a medium in between all of this.Â
Just a little more, just like that, exactly like Kokonoi said.Â
You choked again, your entire chest heaving slightly as you tried to calm yourself down, legs shaking on Sanzuâs shoulders. â Sheâs so fucking tight when sheâs getting choked out like a slut, â Sanzu hissed out loudly, â Keep going like this and youâll have all of us cumming with her, dammit. âÂ
â You get off on getting choked, yeah ? Not being able to breathe ? â Ran asked rhetorically, his hand that was guiding yours speeding up. He didnât move his hips to meet your hand like his younger brother did, but he was definitely biting back some noises, body tensing up underneath your touch more and more every moment. â I can feel your throat all tight and bulging, shit. Gonna cum, gonna cum, pretty girl. Just fuckinâ like that. Donât pass out on us, not yet. â
Ranâs grip on your hand tightened as he fucked himself with your hand, his patience running completely empty at this point. He was feeling so good that he didnât have it in him to drag this out any longer, although every part of him normally would want to. Something about the way you were writhing underneath him, letting him use your hand for his own pleasure to the point you didnât even fight back as he took your hand for himself, spurred him on more than he cared to admit out loud.Â
Shit, you really were so cute to him, someone he definitely could see himself fucking again and again just like this. If he could somehow convince Sanzu to give up his spot in between your thighs like that, heâd make sure that your cunt remembered the shape of his cock.Â
He threw his head back as he let out a low, quiet groan, finally shooting his cum all over your pretty tits. You felt yourself hiccup, trying not to heave again against Kokonoi as Ran finished, dragging the tip of his cock against one of your tits to get every last little drop on your perfect body.Â
Finally, after a few moments of him basking in the moment, he let go of your throat and your hand, his breath coming out in ragged little gasps as he looked over your body, painted with the cum of three men including himself. Rindou and Takeomi were right, every meeting had to end like this.Â
The world around you came back from going completely black as soon as his hand let go of your throat, able to suck in just enough air from your nose to keep yourself going for right now, even though it was difficult to breathe.Â
He wasnât the only one who was thinking the same thing, not by a long shot. Kokonoi was finally starting to lose his composure after staying so in control for the majority of the time, his chest rising and falling as he started to fuck your throat a little rougher than he previously was, the rocking of his hips that had been a slow, lazy pace getting faster and faster.
â Canât⊠Canât hold it back anymore, â he groaned, hips stuttering as he used your mouth, his balls slapping against your face with each movement. â Youâre so good, so fuckinâ good at sucking cock. I knew you were good with your mouth but damn.. â Kokonoiâs breath hitched in his throat, clearly unable to keep going for much longer either.Â
Your throat was so sore and bruised, your jaw hurt so badly a part of your mind was worried that it might be broken or bruised even though realistically you knew that wasnât the case. Youâd gagged so much that your tummy was in painful knots, the intrusion of his cock in your throat still causing your body to want to reject it, but it couldnât do that right now.Â
â Iâm gonna cum, â Kokonoi announced, one of his fingers tapping underneath your arm just a little bit as he tried to warn you for it, like he knew that you were just on the edge of it being too much for you and needing a break. Despite knowing that you were right there at that edge, he had no intention of pulling out and cumming on your body, instead deciding that he had to cum in your throat and make you swallow it to the best of your ability.Â
â Iâm gonna cum, okay ? You can swallow it for me like a good girl, yeah ? Youâve done so well so far, I know you can swallow it. âÂ
You knew you were helpless in this, you could feel that hopelessness permeating all through your body that there was nothing you could possibly do but take it and swallow it all.Â
Your eyes rolled back, body threatening unconsciousness. Despite the treatment of your body like an object, your poor cunt was soaked, Sanzuâs cock sliding in and out so easily as Kokonoi fucked your throat ruthlessly, holding nothing back anymore.Â
A loud groan escaped his plump lips as he finally let go, his cock twitching and throbbing as ropes of hot cum filled your mouth. You wanted to swallow it all as you gulped a few times, you really did, but your body was screaming at you that you were either going to spit it out or you were going to pass out.Â
It was a mix of not being able to breathe, being suspended in the air upside down, and being pushed past your breaking point that made the world around you threaten to go dark, fat tears streaming down to your hairline.Â
Kokonoi pulled out of your mouth just moments before you collapsed completely on him, and you picked your head up, coughing up the remaining cum that you couldnât manage to swallow on your chest.Â
He almost looked apologetic for a moment, like he almost felt bad for fucking you past your breaking point like that, but he didnât say anything about it, and the look was gone from his face relatively quickly when he realized that you were as fine as you could be in this situation, just a little lightheaded.Â
â Weâll work on you swallowing it all, okay ? â Kokonoi promised with a sly little smile on his face, still holding you up for Sanzu, picking you up just a little bit so your back could rest on his chest.Â
He was doing his best to soothe you while your body was still being used, trying to bring you back down from that experience of almost losing yourself there, but there really wasnât much he could do other than hold onto you.Â
You were really barely coherent, just sort of nodding along to whatever he was saying, your mind empty from most thoughts, eyes unfocused as you watched Sanzu pushed himself deep into your cunt like he had been for the last half hour now.Â
â You just be a good girl and take it for him. weâll discuss your performance afterwards, â Kokonoi pressed a small little kiss on your temple, the action itself painfully domestic and kind, and normally you wouldâve found yourself blushing a little bit at the act.
â Shit, you have no idea how good she feels, â Sanzuâs hands held your hips, strokes longer and more erratic. It was impossible to think like this, impossible to have a single coherent thought with how fucked out you were, your entire chest covered in cum now, including the tattoo which had luckily been bandaged up by Sanzu before this all started.Â
And still, despite being so fucked out, your poor hole completely abused and throbbing in both pleasure and pain, Sanzu kept going even through your haze, needing to reach his own high, and you were desperately crying out for him, your first words since you finally got your voice back pathetic little pleas for him.Â
â Pl-please, â you whimpered, hiccuping a little bit, your voice high and slightly scratchy from how bruised your throat was, â Please, Sanzu, please. âÂ
â Donât even know what youâ ah, fu-fuck, what youâre asking for anymore, do you ? â he sneered in your face, barely looking up from where your cunt was being stretched out around his cock and drooling for him to look at your face. â Gonna ask me to stop or keep going ? You want me to fuck you senseless, even more dumb than you already are, yeah ? Look at you, so fuckinâ pathetic. âÂ
â So fucking cute, â he groaned out immediately after, biting his bottom lip as his hips met yours. He barely pulled out before pushing himself back inside your warm, gooey cunt, his eyes practically rolling back at the feeling of your body clenching around him so tightly, like you never wanted to let him go. â So, so fuckinâ cute, stuffed with my cock just like this. âÂ
Sanzu had been talkative this entire time, sure, but he was never talkative like this, to the point where he couldnât shut up enough to catch his own breath, his voice ragged and broken, punctuated with moans and grunts from him. It was like he wasnât going to be able to stop now that he had started, fucking into you like a man possessed, like heâd never had pussy as good as yours before.Â
â Maybe takeomiâs bullshit was right, maybe you were made for just this. No fuckinâ thinkinâ, no workinâ, just being a good, tight hole for me. All fâme. Shit, shit. âÂ
â Sa- Sanzuâ Si- Sirâ â you sobbed out through quiet, mindless little moans, leaning your head against Kokonoiâs shoulder, breathing in the scent of whatever expensive cologne and body wash he usually used.Â
The pleasure in your lower tummy was too much, the only thing that you could feel in your otherwise numb and yet too sensitive body. You couldnât tell how many orgasms you had throughout this entire time, your brain to fuzzy to make sense of anything other than Sanzuâs body and Kokonoiâs presence. â Pl-pleaseâ âÂ
â Gonna give you what you want, â he snapped, glancing down at you, his eyes narrowed, his mouth opened to let out little groans, his eyebrows creased in his concentration on fucking you so good you forget everything except his name and your place underneath him as a cumdump.Â
â You want my cum, yeah ? Body already covered in it and youâre still so fuckinâ greedy. Maybe I should cum inside, just for a change. Have you completely covered and filled, inside and out. Shit, with the way your cuntâs squeezinâ me, I might actuallyâ âÂ
He couldnât finish his taunts, pulling out of you quickly right before his cock twitched against the fat of your pussy, cum shooting from his painfully red dick across your body from your navel to the base of your chin.Â
His grip on your waist loosened like heâd lost every muscle in his body, letting out a little groan as he finally reached that point. â So fuckinâ good, best pussy Iâve had, takinâ me like a goddamn pro or some shit like that. âÂ
You glanced down at your own body, mind sort of working down from your high as you saw just how covered you were in cum. There wasnât a part of you that they had missed, with your tits and chest getting the majority of it all. Finally, they were finally done, and you could breatheâŠÂ
You laid your head back against Kokonoiâs shoulder and closed your eyes, exhaustion wanting to take over your body, but you knew somewhere in the back of your mind that you couldnât go to sleep just yet, there was more you had to do right now.Â
Kokonoi brought you over to that metal chair you had mostly forgotten about, sitting you down in it. Your body slumped over it, head lolled back as you tried to catch your breath.Â
â Mikey, sheâs done, â Kokonoi called out finally, voice not directed at you anymore and far colder than youâd heard him talk previously.Â
He pulled away from your body, falling in line with the other executives as Mikey stood up from where he was sitting facing towards the exit, walking over to you.Â
You were only vaguely aware of each one of his footsteps, even though they echoed off of the walls like everything else had. You were only sort of aware of everything, like the entire world was spinning and blurry around you, and you couldnât focus on a single thing. You were pretty sure you were swaying, your head leaning heavily to once side, your mouth still hanging open as you panted for some air.
There was a long, drawn out silence as Mikey stared at your fucked out body, his expression unreadable, although you werenât looking anymore. Your eyes were closed, and you were trying to bring yourself back down from everything that had happened, but you were in the clouds, and coming down was a lot easier said than done.Â
There was something in the look in his eyes, like seeing you like this unlocked something darker inside of him, scratching at a more taboo itch than he was used to dealing with.Â
He looked at the tattoo, the clear bandage on top of it covered with cum, spit, and sweat now, his expression unreadable. For a second, you might even accidentally think you see a hint of light in his eyes, but it's just the way the fluorescent lights of the warehouse reflected in his abyss.
You heard him ask something, something about whether or not you would like working as an executive. Something probably about your new position that you had been given, but you couldnât make out the words, nodding along no matter what he had actually said.Â
Your body and your brain were disconnected, leaving you somewhere in between the two states of absolute oblivion and being conscious and aware of your surroundings.Â
â Go at her again if you want, â Mikey said finally, turning away from you after a moment of staring. â Sheâll be fine. âÂ
The permission was so simple, but it only took a few moments before a pair of hands found your tits, eliciting a pitifully quiet little whine of pleasure from your lips as whoever it was pulled at your nipples and smearing the cum all over your chest a little more. you blinked your eyes open for just a moment, barely there anymore as you saw the gazes staring back at you, ready to make use of your body one more time for the night.Â
Away from you, Kakuchoâs ever watchful gaze stared at you, keeping his eyes on how you responded to each of the touches, even though you were somewhere far away right now. He clenched his hands to his side, internally fighting a war with himself on whether or not he wanted to join or not. Itâd been way, way too long since he last got his dick wet.
Was this really your life now ? You took that step into this warehouse, and now you could never go back to where you had been before. You were an executive of Bonten, the tattoo on your skin a permanent reminder of exactly who you were, of exactly all you would ever be in this life.Â
You were good at listening to orders. one of the best, in fact. It was more than just rare for you to mess up a direct order given to you by one of the executives that surrounded you, and that made you the perfect pawn. You could be molded into anything they needed at the time, the perfect canvas for white to cover your body.Â
Innocent wasn't exactly the word, it was more like naive, and belligerently hopeful, even when you faced the worst. It was like you couldn't really see the world around you, not completely anyways.
Orders were orders, something that you were more aware of than the average person around you. If you were given an order, you did it without question.Â
The tight black collar around your neck was the perfect little symbol for your status as one of the best. You didnât have the key to it, and you werenât entirely sure which one of them did, either. Although if you had to guess, your money was on Mikey or Sanzu. But its not like you really wanted to have the key either, not really.Â
You walked down the street, the night air cold but not uncomfortable, and the sky was clear tonight, gun strapped to your thigh and not even attempted to be concealed.Â
Your orders were simple today, and a part of you was pretty sure you wouldnât even need to use your gun, not like you ever have. Youâd had to pull it out a couple of times, sure, but youâd never had the need to pull out your gun before and take someoneâs lives.Â
That didnât mean you didnât have blood on your hands. You sent people to the executionerâs block several times over, like you were probably going to do today.Â
Some stupid old man was causing trouble at one of the clubs the Haitani brothers owned, and you had reason to suspect that he was faking his connection with Bonten to get into a club meant for members only.Â
How he was doing that, you didnât know, because you were at least sort of aware of anyone and everyone within the upper ranks, often combing through their names and identities to sniff out people when needed.Â
You didnât have to show any proof of your identity at the door, the people there already knew not to ask questions your way, anyways. You pushed yourself through the door and into the loud club, the music so loud that it made your eardrums vibrate painfully in your ears.Â
As usual, it was packed, with some people whispering in secrecy about whatever deal they were trying to make, others trying to get an easy lay from some of the girls there, and a few people there to drown out the horrors that came with the job with alcohol.Â
Sure enough, at the bar, there was a sleazy old man leaning against the counter, leering at some lady, and you couldnât recognize him. Whether or not that was the right guy, it was a start.Â
Now all you really had to do was strike up a conversation, although that wasnât something that you found yourself eager to do. Entertaining men like that usually meant that you had to act a certain way to get any good information out of him.Â
Your heels hit the floor with each step you took as you made your way to the bar with a small, deceiving little smile on your face. You wrapped an arm around the girl like you knew her personally, â Hi ! Sorin, itâs so good to see you again ! I missed you so much since you were away with your kids for the weekend. How are you ? âÂ
The womanâs eyes widened immediately, a reaction you expected from her, considering you werenât supposed to actually know who she was, but it came with the job. â Howâ how did you..? âÂ
â How did I spot you in the crowd ? Silly, your hair is so pretty, I could spot it from a mile away, â you responded quickly before she could stutter out her actual question, effectively shutting her up before she could give you away. This isnât the first time youâve had to play like this, and it wouldnât be the last, but there was something slightly entertaining about being able to read normal people so easily, like you could see right through them.Â
And in a way, you could.Â
You glanced at the man, finally bringing your attention back to him now that Sorin was finally satiated for a moment, â Whoâs the guy, Sorin ? Heâs kind of handsome, in a⊠unique sort of way, you know ? âÂ
â Shikichi Aoyama, at your service, â he introduced himself, flashing you a mildly disgusting grin, clearly not taking very good care of himself. If the entire club hadnât smelled like sex and alcohol and masked most other scents, you were sure his breath reeked.
â Shikichi Aoyama⊠What a handsome name, â you hummed as you pulled away from Sorin to let her gather her things and leave.Â
You looked him up and down, wondering if he knew that you were aware that he lied directly to you. Shikichi was dead, you sent him to Sanzu personally last week for trying to siphon money from Bontenâs pockets into his own, you were sure about that. After all, you had been there to witness it go down.Â
So if Shikichi was dead, but this guy was claiming he was him, who was the guy in front of you ? Looks like you did find the guy on your first try after all, something that you were silently glad about because if you had to talk to this guy for no reason, you were going to be grouchy about it for a little while.Â
â What are you doing here tonight ? Looking for a drink ? âÂ
You hummed, pretending to think for a second before nodding, â Yeah, I could use a drink or two tonight. Itâs been a long night so far, and I have an even longer night ahead of me after I leave the club. âÂ
You werenât lying, not this time. You had a sneaking suspicion about what kind of night it was going to be, and you were sure you werenât going to be getting too much sleep. After all, you had a meeting to go to pretty soon.
â Aw, you poor thing, â he turned away from you, flagging down a bartender to order some drinks for the two of you. While he looked away, you couldnât stop yourself from rolling your eyes, only to spot two figures approaching from the corner of your eyes, and you mentally sighed with relief.Â
â Hey, little lady, â one of the voices called, his tone dripping with false saccharine sweetness as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side, something that you didnât fight back.Â
â This the guy ? â the other guy asked, glancing from you to the man in front of you, who was now trying to piece together what had happened in his head, still not recognizing the two men by your side just yet. i
It was something you found almost comical, because you knew what was going to happen next. This never failed to be a fun little watch, especially when you were expected to finish this up relatively quickly so you could make it to the warehouse on time.
â Who the fuck are you two ? âÂ
Ah, well, maybe you and the three of you would just have to be late for the meeting today, but it wasnât going to be a big deal.Â
You reached out and grabbed the drink that the bartender handed out, shooting it back as you settled into the bar stool that Sorin had been sitting on previously.Â
Whatever drink this was, it tasted like ass, mixed with the cheapest vodka the club sold and probably club soda if you had to make your best guess, and you found yourself annoyed that this guy thought he really could woo you with whatever shit concoction this was.Â
â Damn, looks like you pissed her off, huh ? â Rindou laughed a little as you made a face at the drink, sitting it down on the marble bartop. â If youâre gonna buy a girl a drink, you have to at least make sure you know what she likes. And her tastes are a little more expensive than whatever you just gave her. âÂ
Ran took one look at you and flagged down the bartender again. He didnât need to say anything else or order, his go-to drink was already typically memorized by most of the bartenders, just like your identities. It was his bar, after all, so he could be a little difficult with their rules if he wanted to be.Â
â I said, who the fuck are you ? â The guy asked, standing up from his spot at the bar, clearly ready to start an altercation, one that he probably wasnât ready to finish. â Donât start giving me advice on girls, you donât know shit. â
â Mm, and you do ? â Rindouâs voice was a sneer, laughing at him and just making the situation heat up even more.Â
You wondered briefly if he was ever going to notice the gun strapped to your thigh, or Ranâs, or Rindouâs. All three of you were ready to go at a moment, although you would admittedly be a little slower pulling the trigger than the other two, something you werenât afraid to admit.Â
Kakucho was right, you were better as an informant than with the gun, but that didnât stop you from having one if you needed it anyways.Â
â I know more than you. âÂ
You couldnât help but scoff a little at his words, wondering if he realized how idiotic he sounded, or if the alcohol was making him think that he was the coolest person in the entire club tonight.Â
It was almost really, really funny how easily either one of the Haitani brothers could rile someone up if given the opportunity to have some fun with someone, and you couldnât help but almost admire how they moved through life with such charisma that they practically dripped it. Nothing could phase them, nothing at all, it seemed.Â
Other than a kiss from you, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. You knew that, you just simply didnât say anything about it. Some things were better as a secret than they were spoken out loud, and you were pretty damn good at keeping secrets for people, especially your fellow executives.Â
â Yeah ? You know shit about girls ? â Ran hummed, leaning forward to look at the man, getting right up into his face to look directly at him. â You know anything at all ? You sure ? I donât really believe you. Sorry, man. âÂ
You almost snorted out in laughter, instead focusing your attention on thanking the bartender for the drinks that he had made for you. You passed one to Ran, and one to Rindou, keeping the other one for yourself and taking a sip of it through the tiny little straws. It was fruity, with more cherry grenadine than anything else.Â
Ran turned to you, taking a sip out of his own drink and giving you a smile, â Like it, pretty girl ? âÂ
â Yeah, thanks, â you nodded, sipping on your little drink as you looked up between the two Haitanis and the man, â Youâre the best, ran. âÂ
â âŠRan ? â The man repeated, eyebrows creasing together as he tried to figure out how in the world that name was so familiar.Â
But before he could use all of his brain to figure it out, a gunshot rang out and his head hit the table, body slumping to the ground. The club was only shocked for a few minutes, more stunned at the noise of the gunshot than the actual shot itself, most people turning to look at the assailant behind you.Â
â Youâre late, â Sanzu hissed out simply, crossing his arms as he made his way towards the three of you. â Was that the guy or did you just make me kill some other asshole ? âÂ
Youâd think youâd be used to Sanzuâs temper by now, but you werenât, not by a long shot. Still, you nodded once again, knowing that your time in the club was almost coming to a close, â Yeah, that was the guy, you got him. â
Standing up, you stretched, taking the glass with you as you looked over at the three of them. Sanzu was in a bad mood, and the Haitanis were clearly in playful, teasing ones. Tonight really would be a long night, and the thought made you mentally sigh out a little bit, although a much larger part of you couldnât hide the excitement about what was to come.Â
Sanzuâs hand reached out, finger finding the metal loop of the black collar, pulling you towards him. You let out a little noise at the sudden act, shoulders stiffening slightly out of reflex. â Letâs fucking go then, we donât have time to wait all day. if Mikey gets mad itâs on you. âÂ
â Chill, we solved the mission she came here to do, Mikey wonât get mad. The person we should really be worried about is Koko, â Rindou pointed out, but he followed behind you anyways. there was a hand on your lower back, and another one on your shoulder, and both were already beginning to roam your body, despite not even being outside of the club yet.Â
Yeah, this was going to be a long night, but you found yourself almost skipping along behind Sanzu, following his guiding hand straight into hell.Â
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"write every day," they said. but they didnât specify what. so hereâs a haiku about my cat stealing my bean sprout pen:
sprout pen, green and bright cat steals dreams mid-sentence, sly leaf falls, page blank white
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I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol
#wax seal#crafts#wax stamp#stationery#Window one is kind of stinky.. I was imagining like a swirly night sky sort of looking thing so it would be a surreal contrast of a night#sky with a window in the middle that shows a daytime sky - but the silver and purple wax kind of mixed too much together#with the black and it just looks very plain black and not all that starry or anything hjbhj.. Of course the eye is probably my favorite#since all I ever do is draw eyes and still like eye imagery for some reason. The four leaf clover is very lumpy and skrunkty but also it wa#the smallest in size out of all of them so was easier to do multiple stamps of just to try it out.#The heart with eyes wax is actually more swirly in person. I wanted it to be a mix of light pink and red and white. and the wax#did kind of all blend together but in person you can definitely see MORE of the intentional swirlyness. in this it just looks plain pink.#I was going to do one eye in the heart but it looked weird. but now two seems too plain. i could have done 3?? in a pattern.. hmm#alas. I wish I could make actual metal ones. With the clay i have to paint them in a thin layer of olive oil before stamping because#otherwise the wax just kind of gets stuck in the grooves of the clay and then you can't pull it up. Very wacky ''unprofessional'' looking#set up where I'm hot gluing circles of sculpey clay to short stumps of a wooden dowel that I sawed apart with a serrated bread knife#and then using an old paintbrush to put olive oil on them whilst holding a spoon over a yankee candle flame hjbjh#ANYWAY.. I think if I were middle class/rich/etc. this would be one of the main things in my crafting room is like.. SO many colors#of wax. and all different custom made stamps designed by me. which could be much more elaborate in actual metal.. muahaha.... >:)c#RHGghhh... I actually don't want to talk much about it since (this is probably just my Obsessed With My Own World Artist Delusions) I#think I have a really cool idea for a game that could genuinely be successful if i ever get to make it and I don't want to give#everything away and spoil the whole plot/concept in hopes that one day I can actually do it - BUT - a game that I'd like to make after the#visual novel I'm making now has partially to do with the main character working as a sort of writer/scribe/artist assistant in an elven#city (set in my world/with my worldbuilding species and versions of elves and etc) and I was thinking of maybe incorporating#somehow being able to collect little writing type items like these like.. you can get different wax seal patterns or pens or etc. when I do#stuff like this in Real Life it always makes me think of that like.. ouh... this is good research.. what it shall be like to be a littol#elf collecting wax seals and such.. indeed... GRR i need to be finished with my current game NOWWW... i MUST work on other#thingss... aughh... ANYWAY.. yay. accomplishment to do One Single Thing other than Sit In The Summer Heat And Rot#though also hilarious as this was the first cool-ish day that was below 80F in a while hgvh#waking up like 'wow.. i actually feel okay today?? like I could do things?? how mysterious.. I wonder why..?? :0'' Its The Weather You Fool#Tis Always The Weather
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actually you know what in retrospect the best part abt the Debling plot was that the reason he decided to not propose to Penelope after all was bc he realized that the minute he put a foot out the door he was getting cuckolded by Colin lmfaoooo
#and he was actually correct like pen didnât even deny it asdfhkkhgdsdgj#my girl was fully committed to having brown-haired kids with two blond parents a la rhaenyra targaryen#the fact that it was cressida who told him makes the whole situation even funnier#anyways where the fics at???#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#polin#anti debling#not really gotta feel sorry for my guy he was never even a player#the plot device that keeps on giving and i will never shut up about it#bridgerton#bridgerton spoilers#bridgerton season 3
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yay i gave him a name
#tbh im not a good storyteller so it's hard for me to come up with a plot given a setting#usually i have a plot and then see what settings i can add. but this time it's the opposite#or should i say... the actual correct thing to do...#that is. given that you have a full character with specific intent and you wanna express something tho. im not that deep#anyway i tried to not just make everyone call him arti without properly introduce the name in this series#and if you want the author's interpretation...#(also proves that i don't do much literature because apparently anti-intentionalism is the current fashion)#vauban is using pen and paper because he's still an inventor and likes to mess around with ideas more with pen and paper than with a tablet#he doesn't really care about details in life so when vauban thought calling him the corpus is sufficient enough to identify him-#-he didn't even think about asking his name before until he realize how rude he was (we don't discriminate against corpus on ship okay)#and as for the name artifex... let's just say i want him to be more than an ordinary crewmate#warframe#warframe vauban#warframe corpus#my art
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Weekend Trip to New Appaloosa with her bestie, Skyla. Nothing like good food, good drinks, & runningâ into one of your old flingsâŠđ„Ž
Oh honey, thereâs A LOT to catch yaâll up on. LoveStruck is doing its big one when it comes to this one and imma need for it to cut it TF out! IMMEDIATELY! đ©
#OC: Penny McCoy#She has been on one since the new pack#and although this is always a judge free zoneâŠ#imma need her ass to sit TF down#đ©#cause all this chaos sheâs causing wasnât in the cards#FOLLOW THE DAMN PLOT PENS!#PLEAAASE đ©
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Some scattered thoughts on Mario Tennis Aces
Warning: spoilers ahead
I love that every time any of the characters talk about the stakes, they're like "we've got to save Luigi! ... and the others I guess..." Even in the finale when they're doing a big tennis match to determine the fate of the world, Wario and Waluigi are booed by the crowd while Luigi... despite still being possessed by Lucien... gets cheered for and talked about in a positive light by the announcers.
What's also interesting is that Wario, Waluigi, and Bowser talk and act very much like their normal selves while possessed. They're being manipulated in some part, with Bowser saying that the racket's power makes him "want to control things more than usual," but it's clear Lucien is exploiting preexisting desires. Luigi, however, never says a word, and is fairly expressionless compared to the others. He is not being manipulated so much as he's been entirely robbed of his senses, turned more into a tennis playing puppet than a minion. But if you think about it... that aligns with the goals each of them had that caused them to take hold of Lucien. Wario and Waluigi wanted the power to defeat their enemies in tennis, and were granted that desire to the best of Lucien's abilities. Bowser wanted to take over the world, and Lucien actually went so far as to fuse with him so they could conquer as one entity.
Luigi wanted nothing more than to hold the pretty tennis racket, and for most of the story... at the sacrifice of every other part of him... he got exactly that.
#I really like the idea of mind control that actually rewards a desire for power#allowing the victim to maintain their senses so they can revel in ''their'' victory#if you don't want power? if you don't want to hurt your friends? You get turned into an empty vessel as a twisted form of mercy#Again I'm looking way too deep into a game that is 99% tennis and 1% plot#but I'm in too deep in general#and this game sorely lacks a proper ending cutscene so... *clicks pen* time to figure out some character motivations#mario tennis aces#super mario brothers#mario#luigi#wario#waluigi#super mario bros
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he's got the will to win!!!
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re; ableism in the hunger games, infantilism of the traumatized/shunning of the traumatized.
okay so i woke up & my awesome mutual @ongreenergrasses made a post about this too (i JUST saw it and like oooh my god. i agree so hard and so much) and i'm just going to talk about what i've been thinking.
the hunger games is doused in some really nasty thinking when it comes to mental health, and then even more so when it comes to disabilities, addiction and PTSD. i'm going to break down this post in parts based on each character who represents this, and any misc. ones will simply be the issue at hand alone. i find that suzanne writes a certain stereotypical sort of rhetoric that goes unchecked by this fandom because the majority are not those who have experienced these things, but the ones who *have* should at least bring this to more attention if possible. katniss to me, is one of the most ableist characters (not of her own knowing) as the good and mighty protagonist, and seeing people headcanon her as autistic is very interesting when her takes on people with any sort of difference in mental states is.. it comes into question constantly.
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annie is very truthfully, a character who is only based on being the âpoor mad girl who wins finnick's heartâ and yes, a victor with more severe PTSD which has come to affect her daily life, or at least when it comes to the games. suzanne collinsâ constant use of the term âmad girlâ comes from katniss as protagonist, which reads as so ableist. watering anyone to their inpairments or their level of health is dehumanizing, and it reads to me like she regards annie as a sort of special case, like a wounded animal almost. the only positive talk about annie as a character minus her wedding, minus her relationship with finnick is when peeta explains annie's experiences in the games, which comes with empathy and understanding that most,,, are overbearing with. i see so many people water her down to just, being finnick's, and only being whatever level of trauma has enabled her consistent struggles. this i won't put a label on because i don't know what collin's was trying to achieve.
i even believe that finnick as her lover commits a level of ableist thinking in their relationship. he withholds information of the rebellion from her (despite her being extremely smart and just as career as anyone else from four,) and despite that not changing anything because she's still tortured, still abused in some way, he has a level of extreme overprotectiveness that reads as infantilism of his partner, and it seems to me like everyone considers finnick as annie's carer, and doesn't consider annie as his partner. yes his *lover,* but not someone on equal ground as far as their mental health issues go. the way annie is seen on both coins of fandom and book are incredibly ignorant and very, very harmful to disabled people. just because someone has a debilitating issue does not mean you get to treat them like they're a child, does not mean you go onto label them from that single trait. like i said, the phrase âthe mad girl back homeâ is so, so degrading to annie, who is a survivor and has overcome her experiences with respective scars. respect her humanity, because it's sub human thinking to call someone mad based on PTSD. leave that in the 1910s/20s.
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(note that the haymitch part will be longer than the rest because i have enough content to go off of & this is my specialty)
mrs. everdeen and haymitch as characters both experience deprecating grief, to the extent where their mental health is tarnished from that. mrs. e becomes withdrawn and stiff from family; only able to function for the sake of work. her love, her husband dies and it emotionally disables her and severs a proper relationship to her two daughters. her mental health being dependant on the man/the loss of him and the fact that she discards her family is not only somewhat realistic for *some* cases, but also equally spitting out ideas of tradition and how "women need a man," with hazelle contrasting this and having to work for her 4 children to the point of blood. katnissâ perception of her mother's issue do come from hurt, but also internalised prejudice against those with mental health as she can see the extent of agony her mother is in and still loathes her, never leaving the door open for empathy.
the treatment of haymitch in both book and fandom is equally prejudiced and incredibly uneducated on addiction, and again â grief. haymitch self-medicates because his trauma, the extent of it is so mutilating to the point where he has to be flushing out memories on a constant basis. the fandom calls him a stupid drink, looks down on his intelligence. the books make him look volatile, squalored. the way in which suzanne collins describes his kitchen (which is filthy with old food, hazards, bottles and mice droppings) is VERY true of several people with severe mental health. katniss makes fun of him while he's in a state of approaching withdrawal, saying that the smell brings tears to her eyes, and at the end of the conversation âto take a bath.â people with depression (which is what mrs. e and haymitch both have in different cases) find it difficult to do everyday chores and simple tasks, and katniss also repeats the idea of haymitch being unhygienic when she says âhe's disgusting, but I'm greatfulâ alongside commenting that it must've been a long while since he had bathed. haymitch is the richest man in the district, but not even that can stop the blatant hatred that katniss parrots. haymitch is to me, ill, and it reflects in his attitude during the games and when he's in withdrawal. suzanne hones in his mental state the most, and what he is a functioning alcoholic, and while that differs from regular alcoholism, people are consistent to demean his character with misconceptions and text books beliefs of what an alcoholic looks like. there are *many* takes, many examples of these sorts of people in society, but the constant abusive, violent, hateful, squalid, hedonistic ideas are parroted in fics when it comes to haymitch when he isn't.. any of those things. the society around him cares to consider the extent of his suffering and he doesn't have a good enough support system, as all whom he has loved are dead. i finish this by saying what i always do; he's extremely intelligent, extremely empathetic and wholly feeling, extremely caring and protective, and is meant to *defy* stereotypes. his ending however diminishes his ability to get better, and practically undoes any hope of his betterment despite it all.
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mrs. undersee is mentioned a few times through the trilogy, and when it isn't related to her late twin maysilee donner, or her daughter madge, it's her chronic illness. katniss basically only mentions her when referring to her constant headaches and her morphling addiction, which makes me wonder why suzanne collins doesn't go into depth about how she's taken care of, who she's getting support from as the wife of the district mayor, and how she functions as a mother. she is basically made useless to the narrative despite her important role as a mayoral first lady & family member to someone who experienced and was slaughtered in the arena. i see next to no content on her which upsets me as she does play such a big role in the scheme of things, and has connections to the everdeens, to haymitch and to the donner family. she's got next to nothing on her wikipedia, and it's unfortunate as she could've been a good example of chronic ilness in an already revered YA series (which now comes under scrutiny for the faults being uprooted.)
#i hope i got most of my points across but suzanne collins please stop using MH/disabilities & addiction as a plot point!!!!#or a means for infantilization/outcastment#the hunger games#thg#the hunger games trilogy#annie cresta#mrs. everdeen#haymitch abernathy#mrs. undersee#mental health#mental illness#fandom ableism#anyway suzanne collins please put down the pen and educate yourself#sincerely someone with mental health & two neurodivergences that are considered disabilities xoxo#didn't put this in the post but johanna's addiction to morphling after her torture goes so unchecked#she had to STEAL morphling because they refused to give her. a girl in PAIN. more medicine that would benefit her.#they put her out in the streets and FLOODED THEM and were surprised when it enabled a trauma response and she couldn't fight#that is crazy . that's genuinely crazy#they retraumatized her for the sake of the war
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gentle loverââ pt. 1 â his favorite place to kiss you â
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. tokyo revengers ft. k. hajime, i. seishu, m. chifuyu, h. ran, h. rindou. h. shuji â
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ą. tw. the haitaini brothers are asses, reader is shorter than hanma. â
Ł. a/n. i'm writin my faves to get into the groove of it !! gonna try to include as many of the main characters as i possibly can in this short little series since it's easy to write and good practice
ââ kokonoi hajime. nape of your neck hajime hates standing in front of people, so he's almost always standing behind you, his watchful gaze always scanning the area for any lingering threats no matter how peaceful the world may seem around you. he just wants the best for you, that much he knows for certain. he worries too much, that you'll be taken away from him before he's really had a chance to protect you, and this overprotectiveness manifests in several different ways. but sometimes, when he's absolutely sure that the two of you are safe, and you're well protected, he'll lean forward, arms lazily wrapping around your waist, pulling himself closer. you can feel just how much he needed the contact by the grip on you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, as if he were trying to memorize everything about you. almost without thinking, his soft lips find the skin of the back of your neck, pressing kisses along your nape until the stress in his body has relaxed. you can feel him smile against your skin as you lean into his touch, needing him just as much as he needed you. he lets his kisses tell you exactly how much he loves you.
ââ inui seishu. hand seishu is a man known for just using a few words to get his point across, but no one can deny that he's absolutely a gentleman when he wants to be. and for you, he wants to be a gentleman all the time. his rough around the edges and blunt personality are no match for how happy he is when he gets to see you smile a truly happy smile, so he finds himself softening just slightly around you, more so for anyone else. he greets you the exact same no matter where you are or what you're doing, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your hand. it's so sweet, and never fails to bring that smile to your face, which is exactly what he's aiming for. if he can start off every interaction with you smiling, then he knows that he's done a good job as your boyfriend. and now, with your hand in his, he has a perfect excuse to link your fingers together so the two of you aren't separated. doing small things like this has become an unconscious act for him. loving you has become something of a necessity for him.
ââ matsuno chifuyu. cheek chifuyu prides himself on being a cool and reliable partner, or at least, he tries his hardest to be. he wants to be someone you can lean on when you've had a hard day, someone who can make you cheer you up even on the worst days. he's driven by a sense of right and wrong, wanting to do good for the people around him, and of course, you were the most important person in his life for him. he knew that he could be sarcastic sometimes, and even with as sweet as he tried to be, sometimes his words came out the wrong way, so he didn't like to lean too hard into his words all the way. sometimes all that was necessary was a silly little gesture. the one that he was most fond of himself was to take your face with both of his hands and pepper kisses all along your cheeks until you were nothing but a giggling, blushy mess for him. it made his own face flush up, watching you squirm and try not to laugh as you were bombarded with millions of little kisses all around your perfect face. to him, nothing was better than seeing you laugh like this.
ââ haitani ran. temple ran likes to surprise you with simple little surprises. he enjoys the way you jump slightly if he sneaks up on you, and the way you glare his way if he's done something a little too silly for your liking. a secret joy of his is the way that he loves you when he thinks you aren't prepared for it, because he's always so stupidly in love with you. he likes feeling your body tense and then relax as his arms find their way around your body, instinctually calmed down just by his presence. he'll hold you like this for as long as possible, whether that's two minutes or two hours, it makes no difference to him. just being able to have that contact with you for any amount of time is a good time for him. he'll lean over, nuzzle your cheek slightly, sorta like a cat almost, before kissing there. and he'll kiss everywhere he can reach. your cheek, forehead, neck, anywhere. but he always goes back to your temple, holding himself for a moment there so he could feel your heartbeat against his skin, the way it quickens just for him. he loves knowing that he has this kind of affect on you, and he'll never take it for granted.
ââ haitani rindou. corner of mouth rindou finds it so silly how easy it is to rile you up. its as if no matter what he does, he's always going to find a way to annoy you even just a little bit, and that definitely holds true when he's being all lovey dovey with you. he can't help himself, he just loves the way your eyebrows knit together and that adorable pout on your lips when he does something he knows will annoy you just a touch. he'll give you what you want, he always does, but he likes making you at least ask for it, sometimes more if he's feeling a little more devious than normal. when kissing you, he always makes it a point to kiss you everywhere except for where you want to be kissed. first your forehead, then your nose, then your jawline, then your cheek. and finally, when you've asked him enough times to kiss you on your lips, he'll kiss the very corner of your mouth, just barely any contact at all. it never fails to make you whine just a little bit, sometimes you'll even take it upon yourself to kiss him if you're fed up enough with his crap. he thinks it's adorable, and he has no intention of stopping.
ââ hanma shuji. top of head shuji loves that he can rest his head on top of yours pretty easily. nothing like having his partner in his arms as they chatted about nothing in particular, watching the world around them. he's an unabashed lover, it would take a lot more than anything you could do to embarrass him, and he most certainly wasn't embarrassed about holding what was his, especially if he were in front of other people. but it's not always around other people, either. sometimes he's just at home with you, with you sat in between his legs on the couch, and his slender arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on top of your head. he'll mumble something about how you can't sit still, but he makes no movement to try to get you away from him. instead, he picks his head up, and leans down slightly, gently kissing your scalp. it's such a tender moment for a man like him, who prides himself on being someone unpredictable and wild. but it does never fail to earn a surprised little gasp from you, so he supposes it still counts.
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#â TOKYO REVENGERS â ââ#â PEN MY PLOT â ââ miya#kokonoi hajime#inui seishu#hanma shuji#ran haitani#rindou haitani#chifuyu matsuno#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev#chifuyu x reader#tokyo revengers#rindou x reader#ran x reader#kokonoi x reader#inui x reader#hanma x reader#tokyo revengers fluff#tokrev x reader#tokyo rev x reader
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Can y'all just be you know normal Marina Thompson for like 5 seconds? Because christ, the sheer Misogynoir that some of you spread about her character is insane and you don't even realise it.
#marina thompson#bridgerton netflix#bridgerton spoilers#bridgerton#amanda & oliver are her babies#she's not a surrogate she's their mother#can y'all not root so loudly for her to literally kill herself so discount mr rochester can get with eloise#& so that Eloise will lose her personality and end up in a relationship that is her literal nightmare scenario#i see people wanting eloise to end the season writing to discount mr rochester because the pen lw reveal will probably impact marina#and quote unquote be what pushes her to the edge#and that is beyond vile#of course marina will have a reaction she has every right to but to actively want her to harm herself#so that discount mr rochester can be reinserted into the plot? fuck no that's absolutely vile#if you are going to write about a character struggling with mental health issues do so respectfully or don't do it all#because you'll do far more harm otherwise#if Eloise does write to anyone i hope its to Marina#i don't think we'll see marina again but i want her alive and happy off screen#my heart is still rooting for theo & Eloise but I'm enjoying Cressida & Eloise atm#but so long as her endgame is a happy one that she deserves and not discount mr rochester I'll be happy#ruby barker#<- she deserves the absolute world
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this is really important research
#im plotting im taking notes#im studying#im analyzing. if you will.#black veil brides#andy biersack#better with a pen
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Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems
#sketchbook#scrapbook#Actually I feel like these are kind of incomprehensible in photo form like.. In person holding the book its easy to look at#but as images on this scale I feel like there's so much tiny little text and small scribles and stuff you'd have to 'right click > open#image in new browser tab > zoom in' just to actually really see the thing. which for 7 images is excessive lol.. so. probably not the best#medium for sharing really but. I suppose I thought they might look cooler lined up next to each other. The whole part of using a#limited color palette is so that maybe they kind of seem to have more consistent color schemes or something throughout. but I dont#know if they look all that 'related' or not. I think these types of challenges I have always sucked at because I am a being of clutter and#excess. I can't just do like one little simple nice looking design and have that Crisp Neat calligraphy with evenhanded perfect lines#and perfect symmetical composition and etc. etc. Like some poeple post very aesthetically clean and cohesive looking sketch#pages or something but I simply cannot hold back the brain impulse to add more. more. more. Fill every single blank space with color#or a little drawing or a sticker or something. I take away 500 things and there are still a million there. Even when I thik I'm being#'simplistic' I'm still usually being 2x more complicated and cluttered than the standard or whatever lol. I guess thats clear from my#outfits/costumes though too. Like whatever that saying is from that person about something like 'before you leave the house take off one#more accessory. you dont need it' for me is like.. 'before you leave the house. add 10 more accessories. and 6 more layers. and another'#AAANyway. I wonder if also maybe some people would try to plan theirs in a way to look good or something or like.. plot things on the page#before placing them. I did sometimes have a theme for a day kind of (like day 10 I ended up finding a few gold and green things and then#was like.. hey... what if I looked for a few other things and only used these colors today') but aside from that I was just slapping down#stickers randomly and working around them to fill the page. Maybe a lot of neat minimalistic asthetic design is about planning and#having a Vision set ahead of time. instead of just complete random whatever. doodling whilst watching youtube videos or eating lunch. It's#a miracle actually I've managed to not spill any food on the book the whole time. anyway.. I do wish the highlighter really showed up. the#scanner kind of makes the colors look VERY different to irl. But also it got much clearer images than just camera pictures of pages. alas..#..Still oddly enjoy the phrase 'Salisbury Steak gently kissed with industrial pollutants'#probably my favorite section of 'gluing random papers and things onto the page' lol#Also I wonder if it's super obvious that I literally never ever use references when I draw (save for the few freakish looking youtube#face sketches) since everyone is always in the same positions and looking very similar ghhb. This could have been a good opportunity to#work on not solely drawing from my mind and try to do more Dynamic Experimental scribbles. NO. Same exact eye for the 90th time#be upon ye. But I guess it was meant to be casual 'daily doodles'. True 'practice' would make it seem too effortful like a full project. hm#(lol the one decimated pencil in the set... never hand me a writing utensil. i will passively destroy it somehow. shaving the sides of a#pencil off with a knife or snapping a pen in half as a nervous fidget without even realizing i've done it. sorry to the drawing implements)
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