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Rindo & Ran Haitani x Reader x Kakucho Hitto

Sum: The Haitani Brothers were worried for Kakucho; he was very stressed from multiple Bonten problems. They found a solution... in you.

Warnings: MDNI, god I’m scared. I haven’t written a smut fic in a long long time, so I’m sorry In advance. grammar mistakes, no beta, my usual mediocre writing xD, Sm*t, Cockwarming, implied overstimulation, Voyeurism, foul language, roughness if you squint, violence, blood, jealousy. have your ages in your blogs visible

The Haitani weren't always the Haitani brothers that dominated Roppongi. At least for you. Ran remembers how you came into their lives as if it were yesterday.

A four-year-old Rindo dropped to the ground. He must have hit his head pretty bad because he didn't seem to be waking up. You saw what went on in the park that day, and you knew that ugly kid did it on purpose.

There you are. On top of the other kid, teeth holding onto his arm’s flesh until it bled. The other kid kept pounding his fists onto your head, but you weren't going to let go. He had pushed Rindo from the second floor of the playground.

You didn't know who the Haitani brothers were back then, but that didn't mean you were going to let someone hurt another person. Especially the first person that invited you to play ever.

“That girl is crazy!” Some children ran away, while others stayed far from the fight but didn't intervene.

Ran arrived at the park where he left Rindo. What he didn't expect was the sight at the park. His brother was lying on the floor, a small girl beating the hell out of a boy, and blood everywhere.

“You are gonna say sorry!” punch “To the kid, you pushed!” punch. You left his arm with your teeth marks, a detail you noticed as you delivered punch after punch. You didn't know what came over you; the only thing you got in your mind was that the only kid who wasn't afraid of playing with you is now unconscious and all because of this imbecile under you.

Ran got to his brother but not before checking the girl still hitting the other kid. He was surprised someone besides him stood up for his brother. After that, he left. Rindo needed to be checked.

The next day, Ran passed the park on his way home and saw you sitting on a bench alone. From your screams yesterday, he had put the pieces together and had an idea of what happened. So he approached you; as he walked closer, he could see your injuries hadn't been treated yet.

“Hey, kid!” shouted the older Haitani. You looked frightened at the sight of Ran. “Wait, don't run. Let me help you with your injuries. You helped my brother yesterday, right?” finished Ran as he stood in front of you.

“How is he?” you looked up due to Ran’s height. “Is he still sleeping? I'm sorry... He’s hurt because of me.” small tears began to invade your eyes and cheeks. Ran wasn't used to little girls crying. He panicked.

“Oh, wait! Child? Girl? Stop. Don't just don't cry! Would you like to see my brother?” Rindo was going to be pissed, but he rather deal with a pissed-off Rindo than a sobbing girl.

On the other side, now that you think about it, how did you go to a stranger’s house just like that. However, you don't regret it. After all, that is how you became... What does everyone call you? Their mascot? Pet? Whatever. That's how you became Ran and Rindo’s best friend.

the present -

“So you still remember?” You cooed at Ran as you walked around the couch.

“Of course I do, you rascal. I also remember that after bringing you home, you stuck with Rindo like gum to a shoe, and he hated your annoying ass.”

“I didn't hate her; Ran, shut up.” Responded Rindo, annoyed at his older brother's teasing.

“Oh! That's right. Y/N hurt your ego.” Ran kept pestering Rindo.

Before Rindo could contradict his brother, you sat on his lap. “I didn't stick like gum. I was concerned since he was injured and probably needed help.” you tried to explain your past actions.

“Sure you were doll,” answered Ran, now his turn to be annoyed. You knew he was bothering Rindo on purpose, so you choose to side with the younger Haitani.

“Don’t you two have Bonten stuff to do? I heard from Kakucho that Sanzu’s been having some trouble with the distribution-” you were cut off by Rindo making you jump on his lap at the sudden movement of his legs.

“And when did you speak with Kakucho?” Asked the purplenette.

“You two always invite him over for dinner; something about not having anyone to cook for him?” you drew circles on Rindo’s chest, “so I conversed with him.”

“Hmm? So you like Kakucho?” asked Ran. Although, you could tell there was something more to that question.

“Of course? Why wouldn’t I? You literally forced him into interacting with me.” You shook your head, “At first, I thought he hated me! He had such a constipated face,” you scrunched your nose at the memory.

“Oh little Y/N, I love how oblivious you are,” chuckled Rindo, followed by Ran, “Let me tell you a secret now that we are recalling the past.” slowly, the younger Haitani left a trail of bites towards your ear. “I got irritated because Ran said you were cute every time you came to visit me,” he whispered.

Not noticing the mood that Rindo wanted to set, you exclaimed about the amount of time you've been feeling guilty, and it was all his doing. Ran couldn't stop laughing at his brother's failed attempt at seducing you. How hard is get a girl on your lap to know your intentions, thought Ran.

“Rindo, perhaps, you should be more direct,” said Ran, who was still trying to catch his breath.

“Direct with what?” You turned your head towards Ran as you voiced your question. Following his older brother’s suggestion, Rindo didn’t waste any time. He took your face in between his hands and joined his lips with yours. Kissing Rindo is always so overwhelming. He only takes and takes.

Your hands moved through his purple hair. As your hands went up, his went down. You felt his fingers move the fabric of your shorts to the side. “No underwear,” Announced Rindo. Meanwhile, Ran, lost in his thoughts, was already used to the little shows you two made once in a while in their living room. Though, Ran knows where your underwear went.

Earlier that morning, you attempted to prepared breakfast as Ran ate you on the counter and your little piece of cloth safe in his suit’s pocket.

A mewl coming from you woke him from those morning memories. Glancing your way, he saw Rindo pushing his cock up to the base. The younger Haitani groaned at the warmth of your hole.

“Rin- Rindo! Hmmm!! W-wait, n-not in o-one go!” you tried to stand up, but Rindo’s hands on your hips kept you down on his lap.

“I’m sorry, bunny. I didn't prep you,” the tip of his nose caressed your neck, “I couldn't wait. You're,” he trusted his hips up, “so fucking tight, so good,” Rindo grunted.

The sound of the doorbell surprised you. Were they expecting anyone? You were about to move, but Rindo kept a firm grip on you, not letting you move an inch. Ran gave a nod to his brother and went for the door.

It felt like forever since Ran went for the door, and finally, he was back. Although he wasn't alone, as soon as you saw Kakucho’s face appear behind Ran, you tried to scramble away from Rindo’s lap, but all efforts were futile. Rindo, wearing a sinister smile, wouldn't let you.

Kakucho was meant to have a brief meeting with Ran and Rindo. He had messaged both about it, and they told him that he could come and that you would have dinner for him too. Kakucho wasn't expecting to see you impaled on Rindo the moment he stepped in.

You were squirming on Rindo’s lap; small whimpers traveled through Kakucho’s ears. He knew the kind of relationship you shared with the brothers, but to witness it, was a whole different story.

“Ran, I think I should-” Kakucho began, trying to look away from Rindo, and your hiding face in the younger’s neck. But he couldn't look away. In all honesty, he didn't want to.

“Go? No, go ahead, take a seat.” Ran signaled the oversized couch where you still tried to move away.

A loud clap resonated. Rindo was now rubbing your red asscheek, “Behave bunny, what will Kakucho say if you continue to trash like that?”

Kakucho, without batting an eye, sat down not too far away from where you and Rindo sat. “Y/N, Bunny? Why haven’t you greeted Kakucho?” Rindo was pushing it. Kakucho knew what he wanted by now. Rindo and Ran wanted Kakucho to snap.

“Ka-” a moan left your lips; Rindo was slightly moving under you, “Kakucho! H- hi” Your eyes locked with the scarred man.

“So!” Ran interrupted, “What's the thing you needed to discuss,” The older Haitani had reappeared with three glasses of whiskey and put them on the table as he took a seat at the other side of Kakucho. “And don’t worry about, Y/N. She won’t interrupt, right Rindo?”

“Yeah, our bunny will patiently wait.” said the younger Haitani. Your elaborated breathing was the only sound you let out as your walls still hugged Rindo’s cock inside you.

They began their meeting as if you weren't dripping all over Rindo’s dress pants. At the same time, they exchanged words and plans, which you couldn't care less about. The only thing on your mind was the pulsating feeling of having Rindo inside for so long. Time was torture for you; you wanted him to move to do something but not at the same time.

Rindo making you sit on his cock for hours on this meeting as not only Ran observed but Kakucho too; the thought brought a feeling on your lower stomach. Trembling, you were shaking. “Oh? I think our bunny just came from cockwarming for so long,” interrupted Rindo.

How could you not? Rindo’s grith was no joke; he had you stretching your hole and the heat... The heat didn't help to ease your discomfort. You weakly tried to leave once more. The spasms still present on your body from your orgasm, but Rindo once again pulled you down on his member.

Moans and sobs escaped your lips. The stimulation from Rindo’s thrust after staying still for so long sent goosebumps through your spine. The man under you groaned; “you feel too good, bunny,” he kissed your neck, “fucking amazing,”

Kakucho was reaching his limits as your sounds filled the room. Ran observed quietly, sensing that his goal wasn't so out of his reach. “You know Kakucho? Y/N said she likes you,” the older haitani drank some of the whiskey left on his glass, “she wouldn't say no to you.”

At that, Kakucho straightened up. He didn't want to think Ran meant what he believes he does. Was he insinuating that- “Kakucho, yes, Y/N would let you fuck her.” Rindo added in between moans.

“Ask her yourself if you don't believe us.” now, it was Ran taunting Bonten’s number three.

Kakucho wanted to, but his throat felt dry, and his knuckles were white from how hard he gripped the couch.

“Kakucho!” your little screams for him, surprised Kakucho. “I- I want you,” Rindo whispered how much of a good girl you were for following after their statements.

In a blink of an eye, Kakucho was next to you. He gripped your cheeks with one hand and turned your head to the side, locking eyes with you once more. Your eyes were puffy with tears; Rindo did a number on you.

“Repeat it,” demanded Kakucho; he needed to confirm otherwise; he couldn't do anything. “Say again what you want,”

“You heard the man, bunny,” Rindo moved his hips, making you mewl in retaliation.

“Yes! I want Kakucho to fuck me!” you cried out against Rindo’s chest.

That's all Kakucho needed, receiving side smiles from both brothers as confirmation; he hoisted you up from Rindo’s lap. You winced at the loss of the younger Haitani.

Given your prior situations, you were dizzy. You didn't even realize when your clothes left your body. The next thing you know is that your chest was being grabbed, sucked, even some bite stings here and there. Lowering your gaze, there was a raven-haired male. Was it... “Kakucho!” he tensed at your moan of his name.

Your hands took hold of his head, eagerly pressing him down to continue his ministrations. He had never seen a woman so eager to have his face close to her. He was used to them only allowing fast fucks, and even most only liked it from the back.

“Why are you so fucking sweet,” he breathed against your perked nipples.

Both of you completely forgot about Ran and Rindo, who sat not so far away, enjoying the show. They were so proud of their pretty girl, so eager to assist one of the men they respected the most. Kakucho was practically family by now. So many years in gangs together, the names may change, but they would follow him, just like you would follow the Haitani Brothers. Blindly.

Kakucho pinned you down with his body, his cock already nudging at your entrance. And with one thrust, you both moaned; he was so thick and long. “How’s that you're still so tight,” Kakucho let out.

Your insides, on their own, pushed out his grith. You were struggling, but the more he pressed, the more your juices flowed out. You couldn't fathom any word or thought, but you tried to let Kakucho know what you needed from him, “I-I’ll be fine... don't stop- even if I beg you to- Your pleasure i-is mine... Too,”

Your tiny hands brushed his face with so much love; it almost broke him. “Fuck. You are driving me mad, sweet girl.” Kakucho slid out, just leaving the tip in, and thrust his hips, shoving his cock up to the hilt. The whines that left your lips rasped against your throat as they echoed in Kakucho’s head.

He was thrusting as hard as he could, the slap of skin competing again your own sounds. The pain was starting, but it felt so good; your body betrayed you as it tried to wriggle from under Kakucho. He felt your sudden movements and began to slow down. You panicked, “No! Please, please go no!” you begged. Contradicting all your body screamed for.

You clawed at his back, and that had him hissing. Kakucho resumed his pounding; he had you seeing stars. You felt him twitch inside you; he was close.

Forgetting everything, even the fact that you weren't his to use. He reached his peak, pumping you full of his cum; his cock never ceased its movements, bulging your stomach.

He wasn't quiet about it either; your name left his lips the whole time, and if you weren't in such a haze, you would have sworn you heard him say ‘mine.’

But Kakucho wasn't satisfied. Not until he sees you in your high beneath him. With a quick motion, his hand traveled downwards. He clasped your clit, earning a broken moan in tears from your part. He began to rub the bundle of nerves as he observed your face contorted in ecstasy.

“Say my name,” Kakucho instructed, you obliged without complaints.

Entranced by his name leaving your lips, he went faster at your clit, using your mixed fluids. Then you reached your climax. Your legs clasped Kakucho’s arm as your body ran with tremors; as you came down from your high, you were still twitching from the aftermaths. Now he understood even more than before why Ran and Rindo were so enthralled with you.

It wasn't just the sex or how pretty you looked for them, but you were a lover. Your feelings shined in your eyes and showed how much you enjoyed your time with him. For a second, Kakucho was jealous of the brothers that could enjoy this sight every day... And for how long? He knew you since the day he met the Haitanis.

Kakucho desired that too; he wanted you too.

As if Ran could read his mind, “Kakucho, don't put such a long face. She wouldn't be satisfied with having you only one day of her life,”

“Yeah, she's a very greedy little thing,” added Rindo. “Don’t you see? She has both of us,” laughed the younger brother.

A smile grew on Kakucho’s face thinking about how this was just the beginning.

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Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Reverse harem, canon divergent, Crackfic, sitcome, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta. INCOMPLETE AF.

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TAKEOMI I WILL ALWAYS WANT YOU

DESPERATELY

Wearing Takeomi's hand as a necklace 🤤🤤

Who are you and why are you torturing me with this mental image *mouth foams*

It’s not even about the choking😩💕… I think the mundane things speak louder.

Like how Takeomi holds the back of your neck while walking from place to place, it is a habit of his. In a way, he’s claiming you. In Bonten meetings, his hand tends to wander around your neck unconsciously, brushing, applying pressure here and there, placement... He likes the connection, feeling your heartbeat on his fingertips or the palm of his hand—your breathing, how it changes, how you silently react to his touches. Now, you find comfort in the heat at the back of your neck whenever he places his hand there. It's soothing.

Once, you asked why he did that. Do what? Takeomi didn't understand the question at first, so you described his actions. And the answer you got was pure; you could see it in his eyes. He didn't mean any harm. Takeomi said he didn't do it consciously. Maybe as a signal to bystanders, he deduced. He also explained that he placed his hands in the best stance to protect you without untangling and a way to keep contact and avoid losing you in crowds.

Makeout sessions bring another embodiment of this action of his. Takeomi doesn't ask or waits. He takes but takes because he concluded that you are his. What is there to ask when all the cards lay on the table. Takeomi grips the back of your neck and guides you towards him. The strength of his hold makes you shiver as he tilts your head up. Lips clash; his hold never wavers, a sign that he wants to go further. And you always comply. After all, Takeomi loves the control it gives him, and he loves how you give it up to him.

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Just picturing their waist and the pants and the belts hugging them so so so so nicely ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… mouth watering

Dress pants make you pant.

Bonten x reader | DIHU ML

You couldn't be happier right now. You were glad Mikey had let you go with Kakucho, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, and Takeomi. They were buying new formal clothes since their jobs were taking their wardrobe apart and sometimes even you went wild with their shirts.

All giddy in your seat, seeing each man come in and out of the changing rooms. You could feel heat radiating from your face. Was the ac off?

But when it was turn to try the dress pants on, you almost passed out. The dress pants hugged them real good; even Sanzu’s backside looked killer. You wanted to run up there and clap a hand on Rindou’s ass, then how Takeomi’s waist looked terrific as he pulled his shirt up to fix his belt. Oh my god, you thought to yourself, “I would let you bang me in those slacks,” Suddenly, you saw them turn around and look at you with wide eyes. Kakucho, with red cheeks, almost tripped with the curtains.

“What did you say, Y/N?” Takeomi was dumbfounded at what he thinks he heard you say.

“Did I say that out loud?” Now you were heating up for a whole different reason. You covered your face as you died of embarrassment.

“Oh, no, no, no,” laughed Rindou, “no, no,” he marched up to you. As soon as he was in front of you, he forcefully tugged your hands away from your face. Sanzu followed the purplenette.

“Say that again,” now it was Ran, devilish smirking at you. You shook your head.

“Excuse me!” Kokonoi called the seamster, “will be taking all the dress pants,” then he began indicating some other details to a different tailor.

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How to build a fence in 3 steps

Subjects: Sylus Qin x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Content: A sad attempt at comedy, crackfic, interactions, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, idk… let me know if i missed anything. Zayne, Rafayel and Xavier are main characters… sort of…

When you finally became his and how he subtly let everyone know.

Sylus is not the jealous type, but he is always sure to be very clear about boundaries and limits. He’s very meticulous about it and he likes to let people know whenever that changes. Like building fences for a new empty lot he just acquired so no one would misunderstand and try to get in. He’s defining property lines.

Step 1: Plan the layout, measure and mark.

You’ve been staying longer and longer within the N109 Zone since your relationship became sort of official. Well, official for you and Sylus and probably the twins. Nobody else could really know you were kind of dating the head of Onychinus for various obvious reasons.

Commuting from one place to another became a bit of a hassle so you would let Sylus know in advance about your schedule and let him or Mephisto escort you back safely.

And today was one of those days. You have an appointment with your primary care physician, in other words, doctor Zayne. It’s been days since you let Sylus know about your visit to Akso hospital today but he seemed to have different plans.

“Sylus,” you called out of breath, once again trying to get his attention. Which was becoming a difficult task for both of you since you were sitting on his desk, legs wide surrounding his waist as he nestled in your neck. “Sylus… I gotta- I gotta go,”

He hummed, acknowledging your words but not moving a muscle to do as you said. He has been toying with your collarbone and neck for a while and you weren’t complaining before, but the reminder for your appointment already rang twice.

“You’re not really stopping me either, kitten,” the buttons of your shirt began to pop one by one as Sylus descended to your chest. His lips nibbled at your already tender skin and your frustration began to grow… your breathing became heavier… your hands gripping Sylus’ jacket…

When suddenly he halted his movements. Leaving a final kiss on your temple, he began to fix your clothes as if nothing happened.

“I think you’re right, let’s get you to the hospital,” in a daze, you tried to regain some composure.

A smirk played at the corner of Sylus’ lips as he accompanied you to your bike, wishing you a safe ride. He added that you should let him know once you arrived at the hospital.

“These don’t look like something a wanderer would make,” Zayne inspected the marks around your neck and down your chest. They were a bit more prominent around the area where the stethoscope should go.

You sat there, listening to Zayne’s words— completely and utterly mortified once realization hit you. You had left in a hurry, forgetting the small situation you and Sylus had been in.

“It’s not what you think—“ you began to explain but Zayne cut you short.

“Sure, then enlighten me, please,” sarcasm dripped from every word Zayne uttered.

“It’s… it’s… it’s iron deficiency.” you spoke under your breath. It was the first thing that came to your mind and quickly regretted it, mentally facepalming yourself.

“You know I’m your doctor, right?” Yeah, you knew and that’s why you internally cringed at his rebuke.

“Then as my doctor, you should know,” but, of course, you wouldn’t back down at this point.

With a deep sigh, Zayne quickly took his notepad and wrote down a few lines.

“Okay, then. For your iron deficiency.” He handed you the note which you put in your jacket without checking it. You just wanted to leave fast and pray so that Zayne could forget everything that just happened.

Once you left the hospital you finally felt like you could breathe. As you walked towards the parking lot, you pulled the prescription and your eyes widened as soon as you read what he wrote. Even your step faltered. He did not just prescribe you, contraceptives. That wasn’t even his area of expertise, you thought as you crumbled the paper, fisting it and aggressively shoving it down your pocket.

Once alone, Zayne couldn’t help but go over your visit again and again.

“What is she dating? A leech?” The doctor sighed, hunched over his desk as the whole situation passed through his mind for a fifth time. Debating whether he should be concerned or not.

Step 2: Dig the holes and add the concrete

Balance is the key to everything, right? So that’s why Sylus suggested that he can stay in your place too. Closer to your work and everything you own is there. He doesn’t mind, on the contrary, it’s lovely to be surrounded by your presence all the time. He finds you in the little details scattered all over your apartment and thinks it’s cute. Very you.

Xavier, your neighbor and fellow hunter, has begun to notice things too. Things about you and well, your private life. How could he not, even your trash had doubled.

Xavier noticed that it’s no longer just your stuff that’s lying around your apartment. Every time he asked to borrow something or meet for the monthly neighborhood meeting, there was more stuff at your place.

He took notice of the new pair of indoor shoes at your entrance, too big for your feet. The dark coat at your hanger and the leather jacket on your kitchen’s stool. All men’s size.

Xavier could even smell a faint new perfume all over your place too, and it wasn’t yours. He also heard the other neighbors gossiping about Y/N’s new handsome “friend” who visited quite often. How come he has never seen him?

Today wasn’t any different for Xavier. He just came to ask if he could borrow some eggs since he already burned the twelve-pack he got at the convenience store in the morning. So why? why were you cooking for more than one person and had the whole table ready for what seemed to be a romantic dinner?

He watched you roam around your fridge in search of the eggs and couldn’t help himself. His curiosity was killing him.

“So… you’re making dinner for two?”

“Ah!” You exclaimed, hitting your head against the fridge door. His question took you by surprise. “Yeah, cooking is not my forte but alas.”

“Tell me about it,” Xavier felt bad. The bump in your head that would probably begin to grow any moment now showed how little you wanted to talk about your dinner plans.

So he took the eggs, thanked you and left.

At his apartment, he noticed the brand of eggs wasn’t the usual one you always got. This one was more expensive. Yeah, he was sure you had someone else living there and yes, for some reason that irritated him a bit.

Step 3: Attach, cap and stain

“Ah, my boss wishes to acquire this piece for his girlfriend.” The guy buying Rafayel’s painting had sent a representative. It was not unusual but it was extremely boring.

“I think that’s very romantic, don’t you think?” Thomas added. He had to because Rafayel didn’t seem to be interested in anything they were talking about.

But now he realized that he should have paid attention.

Rafayel barely remembered the words of his latest transaction. How eager Thomas looked because the buyer had offered triple the amount of the original price. Now Rafayel stood shocked, seeing his own painting on your wall never crossed his mind. Especially the one he sold to be a gift for someone’s girlfriend.

It was a pretty small frame, something he did on a whim so what the hell was it doing here? And not at the supposed girlfriend’s house? This wasn’t right.

“Hey—Y/N!” He frantically called you over, “Y/N!” Again, he shouted like he was being murdered.

“Rafayel just a second—“ you were looking for your guns. Sylus had cleaned them earlier but you didn’t know where he put them.

“No! Why is this painting here?” He was about to hyperventilate and burn down his own painting.

“I swear if you say it’s ugly, I’ll smack you,” you said, walking out of your room and joining him at the entrance of your place.

“That’s not it! It’s mine!” He pointed an accusatory finger at the framed painting.

“Clearly not, because this is my place, last time I checked.” You frowned at his outburst which by now you were used to, but not… exactly like this one.

“That’s not— I mean I painted it!” Frustration was clear in his voice as he placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you back and forth.

“Ah… well, that’s go— wait what?!” You widened your eyes as you processed his words.

You were going to kill Sylus. But first, you needed to calm Rafayel down and then find your weapons.

Yes, nobody knew you were dating the head of Onychinus but they all sure knew you weren’t in the market anymore.

And that’s how Sylus fenced his property in just three steps.

Extra:

Luke and Kieran have never seen Mephisto so tired. What kind of mission had the boss given him? There wasn’t any super important job at Onychinus today.

The twins took pity on the crow. It seemed to be missing some feathers too.

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So proud of it. I hadn’t written for almost 3 years and it’s not as bad as I thought…. Hehehe

There’s no privacy in a house of 5

Subjects: Sylus x Reader

Word count: 800

Content: No warnings, domestic shenanigans with Sylus’ found family, Luke, Kieran and Mephisto. An attempt at comedy gone wrong from my part.

Number six and number seven, those were the numbers the two individuals carried on their hoods. Strolling around the house they shared with their boss. Abruptly, they came to a halt when a voice they recognized reached their ears.

The two figures stopped their movements, looked at each other and silently mouthed your name as to confirm with each other their suspicions.

“Sylus, I— I’ve never done this before,” again you spoke, words clearer than before but hesitation still was present in your voice.

Luke and Kieran didn’t wait a second to get themselves leaning against the closed door that they suspected contained your voice. Both furiously blushing as they began to imagine what might be happening inside the room.

“It’s fine. We’ll take it slow. It’s all about you, Kitten, okay?” Sylus deep voice shook the twins to their core. Were they about to witness… something— all thoughts stopped as soon as the door suddenly opened and they felt their bodies slump to the floor.

You were peeking behind Sylus, puzzled as to why he had, out of nowhere, turned around and opened the door. Not soon after, the both of you were looking down at the twins who quickly scattered to their knees and covered their eyes.

“We’re not looking!” Kirean said first.

“We didn’t see anything, boss!” Luke followed.

“See what?” You found the situation humorous and didn’t mind the intrusion but the loud sigh from Sylus was a different story. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sylus just shook his head and proceeded to look at the twins with exasperation.

For Sylus is was clear that you didn’t get what those two were implying and as he pointed to the exit. “Now,” one word and the two figures on the floor disappeared like lightning.

As the twins run like hell, your laughter drifted off. They were glad you were there to appease the situation and would eventually… apologize?

“Wait and what were they exactly doing?” Asked Kieran. The twins, once again in the same hallway, halted their movements.

Perched on a table near the twins, Mephisto watched them argue and theorize about what his boss was doing with you. Said individuals never once noticed the black bird had been there since the beginning.

A.N: Guess who is putting herself against the ropes? Mf meeee >.< I will get back my writing groove even if I have to sell my souls in the process. This is part of my self-imposed challenge “less than a 1000 words a day”

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im chubby, so do you think the bonten guys would think im cute - 👺 anon [hi im new]

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1k+ words | Bonten x Chubby!reader | smutish(?), fluff(?), comfort fic(?), not edited, idk what I did but I did it. :D

Space, that's what you wanted to give them. Car rides made you anxious and extremely self-conscious. Sitting between Sanzu and Kakucho didn't help as they had their legs wide open in the back seat, crushing your plump thighs together.

What you failed to notice is that they were doing it on purpose. Both men glanced your way, adoring how you squirmed, and your round cheeks flushed at their actions. A third pair of eyes checked the rearview mirror very often. Kokonoi was on the wheel, and he didn't want to miss your bashful expression.

And your worries got worse since the car stopped to pick Ran and Rindou. A discussion between the two could be heard outside, something about sitting in the back. And your face fell- thinking that they were fighting for the front seat, a burning sensation filled your chest. Where they uncomfortable with you there?

But you were as clueless as always; what the brothers discussed outside did have something to do with you. Although no how you imagined it. Both of them wanted to sit on the back, knowing full well that you would be there. Ran had spent some time with you yesterday, so Rindou insisted that he should be the one sharing the backseat with their baby. Still, Ran wasn't going to give so easily. That's why they were bickering outside the car.

The sound of the door being open surprised you; it was Rindou stepping in with a triumphant smile. Looking around, you didn't understand since there was no more room. Was he going to get something or what- Kakucho’s hand fastly unbuckled your seatbelt and began to drag you towards him- You panicked.

“Wait, no! I- I’m h-heav- y,” looking down, you whispered the last word as you tried to roll down the short dress that moved when Kakucho grabbed you.

“Why are you going all shy on us now? Hmm?” Sanzu’s face was in front of you in a second with one of his signature lazy smiles. “Pretty in that dress and being a tease, aren't you? Showing so much skin for us?” His hand scurried to your soft thigh.

Sanzu didn't get to enjoy much because, In a blink of an eye, you were being hoisted up by Kakucho and placed on his lap. “So what if you're heavy? Baby, you don't have to worry about that,” his big arms tightly surrounded your curvy form, “I love how you feel on me, so soft, so flush and warm,” at every word, his grip brought you closer. You could clearly feel his firm chest against your own.

“B-but, uh, besides, I don't exactly have the ideal body type and-” you couldn't keep eye contact.

“Ideal, my ass,” exclaimed the younger Haitani. He didn't like when you doubted yourself; it was like a stab in the heart, “Baby, understand that I’m fucking hard from seeing you all dolled up in that dress. I wanna rip it off and hug your plum body myself, not a tight piece of clothing,”

“Told you, Baby,” you heard Kokonoi mumble from the driver's seat. Like you are the only one suffering from tight pants, Rindou. Though Koko.

Ah, yes. You remember earlier today your chat with the fox-eyed man.

“What if people say something? I don't think I look good in it.” worry clouded your mind once again.

“Baby, I don't think you understand.” Kokonoi stood behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, “This,” Kokonoi caressed your sides, “is only for us to look at, and only our opinion matters,” his fingers brushed the hem of the dress, “and I think you look cute. They are gonna go crazy for you.” said the long-haired man, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on your skin.

The ring of a phone took you out of your thoughts; it was Ran’s. He picked up once he read the id caller. “Baby, it's for you,” Ran passed the phone towards the back, but before you could take it, he spoke again. “You know, I feel like I need to remind you how yesterday you weren't complaining about sitting on my face,” a smirk formed on the elder Haitani’s lips.

It was like a chain reading. You felt Kakucho under you tense at what Ran let out; Kokonoi swerved the car; Sanzu changed his lazy smile for a wicked one, and Rindou groaned in frustration.

You froze with the phone in hand. Ran did it on purpose; railing everyone up for you was one of his favorite things to do. After all, the embarrassed look on your face gave his body goosebumps. You looked so cute fidgeting on Kakucho’s lap.

“Y/N, baby?” You heard Takeomi’s rough voice on the phone; quickly, you put it again in your ear.

“Hi?” you lowered your voice.

“I wanna feel those plush thighs on me tonight, got it?” A weak whimper escaped your lips, calling Kakucho’s attention, “and Mikey says to send him pictures of your cute outfit, he heard Koko got a very nice little piece for our baby.” you missed them since both went on business outside of Tokyo a couple of days ago and only Takeomi came back tonight.

“O-okay,” you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself, “I’ll take pictures of my- myself,” and the phone was snatched from your hand.

“Okay, Takeomi, I’ll help her, don’t worry, bye!” Sanzu didn't even give you or Takeomi time to say anything when he hung the phone.

“You’re hogging Y/N, Kakucho,” complained Rindou, “pass her here,” he patted his lap.

“But Rindou-”

“Baby, come on. You look so good today,” was Rindou pouting? “I wanna have you on my lap too.” reluctantly, Kakucho gave in after you promised to sit with him at the meeting. And as You crawled over Sanzu, who now sat at the middle. He took the opportunity to sit you on his lap before you could reach Rindou.

“My pretty, pretty baby,” the pinknette’s head rested on your voluptuous chest. He guided your hand towards his head.

“Sanzu!” Rindou lifted the pinknette’s head, “I asked first.”

“Okay,” Sanzu simply answered.

“Don’t okay me,”

“Stop your fighting, you two,” groaned Ran.

“You caused this,” Kokonoi told Ran.

“Y/N, come back here,” Kakucho tried to pull you back.

“No,” Both mullet wearers spoke at the same time.

Your laugh interrupted their bickering, “There’s enough of me for all of you,” you laughed at your own sad joke, “I love you all,” you let out.

Not even a second passed, and you heard the five of them saying it back, in their own way, of course. They sure know how to make you feel wanted and pretty. Because in their eyes, you are.

“But don’t make those jokes,” Kokonoi scolded you, “I can barely have you for myself, lately.”

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I get it, I get it. Everyone is here for the smut. Well, me too.

Pinky promise Prt. 2

Part one is here!

Subjects: Bunny Hybrid!Xavier x Human F!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Content: Hybrid AU, MDNI, smut, PiV, breeding, cunnilingus, dubcon if u squint, male heat\rut, reader has female anatomy, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, idk… let me know if i missed anything.

A.N: I think writing Xavier is so much easier than other lads… for me, at least. I believe that he’s a total sex freak and nobody can change my mind. Enjoy! 💋

On the fifth day, you walked in to pick up the tray of his lunch. You were gonna be in and out, it was the best for the both of you or at least you believed so.

Something felt off as soon as you stepped foot in the room. Looking around you saw his harness discarded in a corner and no sign of Xavier. Panic began to creep in, the eerie silence made goosebumps run down your spine as your eyes frantically zigzagged across the room in search of him.

Without warning the door slammed closed and the loud bang propelled you away from it. There, he stood with a hand still on the door. Xavier was all sweaty and disheveled, a crazed look in his eyes clouded the soft blue you knew so well.

He suddenly crouched and as fast as lightning he was in front of you.

Xavier took hold of your ankle and pulled, causing you to fall to the floor, but before you could scramble away, his grip on your leg tensed and you were being yanked towards him. The scream you meant to release died in your throat as a heavy body dropped on top of you.

As he pinned you down to the freezing floor, You felt the cold tip of his nose travel from your temple to the side of your face as he kept sniffing. Deep intakes of breath down your neck, the softness of his lips alternating with some pecks of his tongue. Tasting? Sniffing? Savoring? You were unsure at this point, overwhelmed with all the sensations raining down on you at once.

Observing the ceiling and the crown of his head, the dizziness decreased as your mind began to understand what was happening.

“Xavier, wait!” But he wasn’t listening. Not that he didn’t want to. It’s just that he couldn’t. The beating of his heart drowned every other sound. Your scent, your touch and everything that made you— you, clogged his senses.

You could hear him constantly whimper as he moved down your body. Scenting every bit of skin that crossed his path. His hot and humid breath fanning over your body.

Once he was content with what he was sensing, Xavier took no time to remove your clothes. Almost tearing them to shreds in the process. No controlled movements, just pure desire and instinct driving him where he needed to be. He saw the clothing items as just obstacles in his path and getting rid of them was the only solution.

His wild blue orbs gazed at your naked figure, sprawled on the floor. Instinctively, the rough pads of his fingertips grazed your nipples. That same curious touch made its way down your body, leaving a tingling trail after it.

As if he had snapped out of a trance, Xavier’s hands roughly moved under your asscheeks. Positioning where he needed you, he dived right into your center.

Xavier didn’t even know where he was going. He only you were calling to the deepest part of him to own, to take and to possess. He latched onto your core, swirling his tongue around, over and down your center. No pace or technique. Desperation in each of his movements as if he didn’t eat fast enough someone would take away his meal. And none was going to snatch you away from him. Ever.

Little nibbles on your clit got you dry heaving, choking on hair. Your hand on his damp forehead did nothing to deter him from getting what he wanted. His lips surrounded your bundle of nerves and pulled, sucked. he did the same with his front teeth. Pulling, desperately tugging. His hands holding you in place so he could keep bullying his head between your legs— as if that would get him any deeper.

Xavier was messy. burying his face between your thighs, biting your hips and any piece of skin he could latch on so he could draw out those little whimpers and sounds you made every time he did so. His spit and your juices dripping from his cheeks and nose to his chin and ending up on the floor. Sticking to everything; clothes, skin, you and him… both.

You were screaming incoherencies in no time, voice hoarse from the abuse to your lower body. Your throat burned, not knowing if to release or take in air. You didn’t even know where to put your hands, not wanting to hurt his bunny ears but needing to grip something, anything.

The sounds he made as he sucked your juices were obscene, grotesque even and it filled the tiny room completely. You had come already, not sure how many times since he hadn’t stopped once. He just kept and kept getting mouthfuls of you without thinking of anything outside of your taste.

Xavier got tired of not hearing more of your cries, your thighs constantly shaking and constricting his head, quieting your songs of ecstasy. So he decided to fix that. He positioned his forearms on your legs and spread you apart as his palms kept pushing your lower belly down and in place. Instinctively, you attempted to close them but you found such a task impossible. Xavier kept a death grip on your body, his tongue never stopping and tears began running down your face as it all became too much, too overwhelming.

You could feel the internal pressure beginning to build up again, Your inner thighs sweetly ached and the warmth of your release suddenly exploded with more intensity than before, making you scream and wildly buckle your hips on Xavier’s face. But he was unfazed, just tightened his grip and moaned as soon as your newly heated liquids hit his taste buds.

“Please, let me— fuck— let me fuck a litter into you,” he breathed his words against your swollen entrance, your brain barely registered the meaning after the high, but you numbly nodded anyway. Anything for your bunny, right?

And that’s how his first rut went on and on. Your body handled to his liking, pushed and pulled. You could feel his elbows digging at your back, pushing you down as his hips inevitably rutted behind you. Face down, cheek pressed to the icy floor as his erratic breathing fanned the nape of your neck.

flipped over by sweaty and stinky palms. your leg hiked up to his chest and forcing his leaking member down your soft velvety walls again and again.

Whimpers left your lips through the whole night as Xavier used you, filled your insides with his burning ropes of white. Scalding your dripping cunt as the few drops that escaped ran down your thighs, pooling on the floor under both your still joined bodies.

his human, his first safe human. After all, you promised.

“So it’s completely normal?” You asked Xavier’s doctor through a call. “Okay, I see. So that means he’s healthy… I— no! No! I’m fine! Yeah, thanks. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

Xavier looked down at the floor as you hung up the call with his doctor. Feeling a bit guilty about the whole heat thing from last night, but you seemed fine and more concerned about him than yourself.

“I’m sorry… I—“ but you didn’t let Xavier finish his sentence.

“No, no, no.” You surrounded him with your arms as you spoke, “Xav, hun, it’s okay. Didn’t you hear the doctor? It means you’re healthy and I… well, we both enjoyed it, right?”

“Right,” was all you heard from him but you have no idea the door you just opened for your bunny.

Six months later…

The languish licks were driving you crazy, but Xavier was taking his time. Head buried under your skirt as soon as you came home from work. He caught you at the entrance of your place, not even giving you a second to take off your shoes. You were pushed against the wall and your legs opened with no chance of denial.

Let’s just say that Xavier enjoyed his heats nowadays.

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I regret not saving the outline for this… damn it sounds interesting…

The dead can give life

Characters: Ghost!Baji, Reader(Y/N), Bonten, Toman | 1257 words

Warnings: manga spoilers, mentions of death, spirits, supernatural stuff, violence, grammar mistakes, idk mediocre writing. There is not a pairing yet… there won’t be… :P idk… ta-da? Trick or treat?

“Could you please go home? Heaven? Hell! For all I care,” he noticed that you could see him, so he had followed after you.

“Nop.” the long-haired boy with pointy canines paid you no mind.

“Look, not because I am the only person who can see you-“ you began to say

“Yes, actually, that’s the only reason.” he contradicted your unfinished statement.

“Okay, okay. Then what’s your name?” you finally gave up.

“Baji,” he answered.

“Okay, Baji. How did you die?” You inquired as you lifted an eyebrow.

“It’s a long story…” he sighed, looking at the black uniform he’s wearing.

“I have time.” you saw a flash of sadness pass through his eyes, so you decided to lend an ear.

-

The capability of seeing dead people has always been part of you. Now with more than 20 years on your shoulders, a thing that is horrifying for some became common to you. With time you learned that ignoring those spirits was for the best. Except for that demon child of a ghost you met once upon a time on a Halloween eve.

Oh, how you didn’t suspect that this Baji Keisuke character would give your life a new meaning.

You’ve met this… almost friendly ghost of a 14-year-old boy. You say almost because he tends to be kind of aggressive, most of the time. It was October 31st, 2017, when you first met Baji. He seemed somewhat... lost? Maybe that's why he followed you.

Baji, he said his name was, told you about his life when he was alive. You listened to the fights he won and the very unusual adventures he shared with his friends. You also heard his regrets and, finally, how he died by his own hand. ‘A very tragic ending for such a colorful life,’ you thought.

You took pity for the boy and suggested what most souls sought. Closure. You offered to write letters for those he wished to communicate something or say goodbye appropriately. You said a letter because talking to people wasn't your forte. After a while, he accepted.

-

“You look like a demon today and every day,” you grumbled. Baji, the ghost, you might add, pulled your covers for the fifth time this morning.

“And you like a crazy woman, now hurry up! We have a lot of places to go.” this is the most excited you’ve seen the ghost boy.

“Yah! Okay! Go and wait in the kitchen; I need to change.” sushing Baji out, you heard him murmur about you being a grumpy old lady. Rolling your eyes, you walked towards your closet.

It's been a month since you've met Baji, and he was a handful. It took you a month to write the seven letters he needed. And that leads you to today, the big day of deliveries. Seeing that most letters had a name and address, you could easily mail them, except for one, but Baji insisted on delivering them with you.

As you walked towards your first delivery, you remembered a conversation with your ghost friends. It happened a couple of days after meeting him.

Baji asked how you had so much time in your hands to help a dead boy. He kept questioning you about family, friends, and even pets. But your answer didn’t seem to be of his liking. You explained how everyone in your family thought you were sick in the head and how because of your ghost-seeing tendencies, you never had friends. Baji apologized for asking, but you really didn’t mind. It was your reality.

A hand waving in front of your face woke you up from your memories. “Y/N, let's check one more time. I'm kind of anxious,” confessed Baji.

“Okay,” you said as you pulled the letters from your bag. “But be fast, please. This is not a good place, gang territory and all that,” you huffed.

You read the names out loud so Baji could see that every letter was there. “Pah-chin, Mitsuya, Draken, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Takemichi, and Manjiro,” you finished.

A sudden commotion made both of you turn towards the sound of people murmuring and flashes of cameras. At first, you couldn't focus. The waves of a feeling of demise hit your body, and as you blinked, the image in front of you cleared up.

A sea of the dead.

“Y/N! That's Mikey,” you gave Baji a weird look, “I mean Manjiro! The one with the tattoo on his nape and short white hair.” he pointed towards the men in suits that were leaving a club called FNN.

The mass of spirits seemed to follow after this Mikey or Manjiro and his men.

“Are you sure? That doesn't look like a Manjiro to me,” you said, scared of the energy that surrounded those men. You saw countless spirits following the group, and that was never a good sign in your book.

“How would you know?” He threw you a confused side glance, “Let's go now! Just give it to him, and we continue on our way,” Baji was excited since you never found Sano Manjiro’s address or any information about him, and he thought he would have to make you ask Draken or anyone and then wait last to see him. “Go!”

“Okay! I’m going!” you walked towards the group. Were you afraid? Yes. Did you know what you were doing? Hell no.

Trying to avoid eye contact with the souls surrounding the group of men, you made it to the man in flip flops that, according to Baji, was Sano Manjiro. You don't know how none noticed you, yet you slid your way between tall and big bodies towards him.

“Hi! Sano Manjiro, right? This is for you!” you squicked at the intimidating flip-flop-wearing man as you bowed and extended your hands with the letter in between them. “Baji Keisuke ordered me to!” and then, as soon as you felt he touched the envelope, you ran for your life.

You ran and ran, hoping that Baji saw you bolt out of there and had decided to follow you. Something in you told you to go; it screamed danger, and with your experience, that voice was never wrong.

“Y/N?!? Are you okay? What happened?” Baji appeared, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you abruptly stopped at his poor attempt of lightening the mood.

“Very funny,” you sarcastically responded, “Baji, your friend must be crazy! Didn't you see the amount of death that surrounds him?” just remembering the feeling sent shivers down your spine.

“So we continue?” he blatantly ignored your concerns. How does a ghost ignore other ghosts?

You gave a no for an answer, explaining that the more contact you had with spirits, the more exhausted you felt. And today, you ran twice through an army of lost souls. Now it makes sense to him why you always nap so much. He understood your situation. Pah-chin, Mitsuya, Draken, Chifuyu, Kazutora, and Takemichi can wait.

Still, there was something else bothering you. Like... The alarms in your head didn't turn off. On the contrary, they screamed even louder.

-

“Boss, we have her address and a background chek.” a man with scars in the corners of his lips spoke. “No history or contact with Baji Keisuke,”

“How should we proceed?” A man with a single red eye and a scar in the corner of the other asked.

“Bring her here,” Mikey said before munching on a heart-shaped Manju.

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Yes to everything again

Sylus is for those who are seeking someone who can be genuine and honest with them. That will put them and their relationship first and wont betray the same trust that is given.

Sylus is for those who are scared of being loved completely. The ones who believe they have a dark side and want someone who will still stand by their side and love them still the same.

Sylus is for those who sometimes need help and can’t ask for it. He would do the things, guide you or simply accompany you through it all.

Sylus is for those who struggle to see a bright side of themselves, but he will remind you time and time again how a wonderful person you are. In his eyes, there is nothing more precious than you.

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In honor of the myth announcement hshsjdkb

Hybrid!Sylus

Pairing: Sylus Qin x Reader

Word count: 1k+ words

Content: Hybrid AU, fluff mostly, domestic stuff, Headcanon-ish format, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, tried to write it as gender neutral as possible, idk… let me know if i missed anything.

Hybrid!Sylus was part of an illegal fighting ring. So far none could find his hybrid specie. His ears, tails and any other hybrid features were cut off. When fighting, other hybrids could latch onto him so his previous owners made the decision to cut them or so you were informed.

Hybrid!Sylus who was rescued by your team from the illegal fights. All ferals were to be put down but you couldn’t get yourself to do as the higher ups ordered. As soon as you saw him bloodied and chained up in the lowest levels of the building, your heart sank and something deep inside you snapped.

Hybrid!Sylus who saw you first and instantly was struck by your scent. Almost all his life he has only known the smell of blood and grime but when he caught just a sniff, his nostrils flared and his mouth salivated. All He could see, hear and feel was you.

Hybrid!Sylus who began to growl and pull at his chains when you got nearer, but surprisingly you didn’t feel treated. Ordering your team to back away and leave you alone with the supposed feral was your best call. you instantly noticed he relaxed his posture but the animalistic sounds didn’t stop.

Hybrid!Sylus who didn’t let anyone near him or you as you transported him out of that disgusting place. Through the whole process of getting him checked by doctors and staff, you had to be there by his side, otherwise he would snap at every and any person or thing.

Hybrid!Sylus who was going to be sent to an experimental facility but you argued that it wouldn’t work. He had already stablished a connection with you and separating the two of you would threw him even more off balance. After hours of talking and waiting, you got the approval to officially adopt him. Sylus was under your care from then onwards.

Hybrid!Sylus who heard everything that was said about him and saw how much you had pressed for him against everyone’s wishes. Even he thought some of your colleagues had good arguments about why you shouldn’t adopt a feral, but alas, you were a stubborn thing. So here he was in a new home with a curious little female and he was not sure what to do with you.

On your part, you also didn’t know what propelled you to make such a bold decision. Now you watched a giant man— wait no, scratch that… hybrid? Yes, hybrid of an unknown species standing in the middle of your living room. What a disconcerting picture this painted…

Hybrid!Sylus who has been your companion for a few months now. He wasn’t as hard to take care as you thought. He seemed calm most of the time and listened to everything you told him. All the growling and aggressiveness from your first encounter looked like a feverish dream. Well, except when a third person was involved. Like the mailman. Poor delivery drivers suffered too and you couldn’t get Sylus to stop.

“Sylus! Stop!” You scolded him, “the mailman is not a threat!” Wrapping your arms around his waist and trying to pull him back inside was the best you have come up with so far.

“How so, kitten? He knows where you live. That’s threat enough for me,” he told you as his red eyes still followed the delivery truck.

“That’s the whole point of a mail delivery system,” you spoke out of breath.

once the truck was out of sight, Sylus finally let you— key words: let you— drag him back inside or more like he walked back inside with you hanging off of him.

Hybrid!Sylus who seemed suspiciously eager to wear a collar with a tag containing his name, yours and your number.

“I think it suits you,” you walked around him, straining your neck a bit so you could get a good look at the red collar around Sylus’ neck.

“So you like me in a collar?” Sylus deep timbre and alluring eyes made you freeze in place. A small smile adorned his lips at your very clear reaction to his words.

“Why are you making this conversation sound so dirty?” You retorted, a frown began to form on your face.

“I merely spoke a few words, that’s all on you, kitten,” with that stated, Sylus smile grew once he saw your face reddening.

Hybrid!Sylus who hated winter. You began to notice how every time it got colder he moved slower than usual and his intake of water decreased which worried you. Such actions gave you clues as to what species he could be, but nothing concrete.

Hybrid!Sylus who seemed to be suffering alone in his room in the cold months and your heart couldn’t bear the thought of it so you relented and allowed him to sleep with you.

Hybrid!Sylus who tried to hide how eager he was for your offer. He nonchalantly nodded as he heard your words but when it was time for bed he was already buried deep in your bedsheets.

Hybrid!Sylus who instinctively seeked out your body heat for comfort and reassurance that a you were near him in the cold nights.

Hybrid!Sylus who in the middle of the night made you his own body pillow. Morning came and you couldn’t move, a heavy body draped over yours and a pair of arms restricting all your movements. Even your lungs began to struggle.

“Sylus? Baby?” your muffled voice barely above a whisper, “Sylus?” As you increased the volume of your voice, you tried to push him off but all efforts were futile. Sylus was pure muscle.

You just laid there for a while and waited for him to wake up which was interrupted by the sudden pressure of your bladder. Now with a real reason to escape your imprisonment, you began to squirm and wiggle with more intensity in between Sylus’ arms. When out of nowhere, you felt a gravelly and hoarse sound. You stopped all your movements as vibrations that shook you to your core soon joined the haunting sound.

“Did you just growl at me?” You asked in disbelief. A bit startled, it made your stomach churn, your chest filled with a warm sensation that expanded up to your throat and cheeks.

“Sorry,” came quick from Sylus behind you. He released you from his constricted grasp just as fast.

“I thought so,” you huffed and jogged to the bathroom not seeing the longing gaze he directed at you. As if you're miles and miles away, yet you're a few feet from the bed and walking barefoot.

Barefoot, he realized. In an instant, Sylus stood up, picked up your shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom.

“Shoes,” you heard him said from your place in the toilet seat. Looking up, you were about to chide him for coming in without knocking but he continued. “The floor is cold,” and just like that you couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

Hybrid!Sylus whose story with you has just began…

AN: well, well, well. Guess what type of hybrid he is. Alsoooo this is my first fic thingy in like 3 years and I’m testing the waters and I wrote out of desperation. I lost my English and I’m this close to downloading Duolingo just to refresh my brain so I’m sosososososo sorry.

AND IF ANYONE HAS RECS FOR LADS HYBRID FF PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY BECAUSE I CANT FIND MORE AND IM DESPERATE.

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I miss wakasaaaaaaa 😭😭😭

Hormones and cycles

Hybrid Leopard!Wakasa x F!Reader | 1.3k+ words

Summary: You really need to keep a better track of your cycles. Otherwise, certain things are meant to happen and Wakasa is there to help.

Warnings: Hybrid AU, MDNI, explicit sex, bites, breeding, cockwarming, dry humping, cursing, sub reader, reader is referred as human/love and Y/N, oh god pls don’t read 😂, semi-edited, no beta, possessiveness, implied knot. Adapted an old fic. Have your age in your blog.

Tagging Wakasa’s feral princess, Katie ( @kallikrein ).

Constant shaking and moving woke you up from a deep slumber, you tried to turn around and see what was happening, but strong arms held you in place.

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Their mistake

Bonten x F!Reader | 2.1k+ words

Warnings: Smut MDNI, have your age in your blogs visible, slightly breath play by Rindou, explicit sex, blindfold, voyeurism(?), cuckolding, sub reader, objectifying(?) the reader(?) if you squint, Mikey is kinda a mean dom... Hair-pulling(sanzu), implied breeding(?), idk what happened here tbh, dubcon just in case, vaginal penetration by Ran, I'm sorry pls don't read, idk if it's canon. Cunnilingus, slight cum eating. Chocking? Idk what is Kakucho doing. This a mess. Not edited and no beta.

Sum: Mikey finds a different way to punish his executives. Because taking money doesn’t work, they have plenty; but there’s only one you.

“Mikey, I’m not sure,” you felt the tension in the empty room.

“It will be okay, don’t worry,” he kissed the corner of your lips. “Ran, come in,” Mikey called for the older Haitani.

“Ra- Ran!” the sound of your moans echoed in the room, “Aah- Ra- a- an!” He kept smashing his hips—hands painfully gripping your hips. But his eyes weren't on you. Ran’s triumphant gaze was on the three men in front of him—mockingly holding eye contact with them. Kakucho, Sanzu, and Ran’s own brother, Rindou, stood before the bed. None of them were allowed to move. None of them were allowed to look away from you. Not even blink.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey, “Ran, go deeper; looks like she’s not making enough noises,” Mikey instructed the older Haitani. He sat on a chair next to the bed. Mikey would have loved to be in Ran’s place, but someone needed to make sure Kakucho, Sanzu, and Rindou’s punishment went through. Ran’s hooded stare remained on them as he intensified his thrusts, following Mikey’s words. Your high-pitched cries made the standing men's chests tighten.

A week, they weren't allowed to touch you for a whole week. You never asked what happened nor complained since Mikey seemed furious. That was a very unusual behavior coming from the unemotional man. And today was their last day of chasteness.

However, Mikey still held a grudge against whatever had transpired with them. He had called Ran to your room; then, the three perpetrators walked in with blank faces. You didn't know what was happening. Mikey only told you to follow whatever Ran did and that everything will be okay.

The older Haitani strode in with a confident step as he yanked his tie off. Next was his shirt—buttons flew everywhere. And you jumped in surprise at his actions; the predatory look in his eyes left you numb. With renewed nervousness running in your system, you looked at the standing men, their backs pasted to the wall. Only for Ran to roughly pull you towards him, “Sorry, little lamb, but you’re not permitted to look at them,” a piece of cloth covered your eyes.

That's how you ended up here, with Ran holding your legs from behind your knees, almost folding you in half—thrusting his cock in your dripping cunt, heavy balls slapping against your skin. Your head was about to dangle from the edge of the bed. You attempted to stop that by fisting the bedsheets stained with your mixed fluids, but it didn't help. Suddenly, you felt him change the positions of his hands and grab at your legs and pull. The tip of his hard cock still inside you—you screamed. Ran had yanked you from the edge only to have your cunt clash open on his cock. Your hands flew to his chest, to stop him or to hold yourself; you weren't sure right now. Moans and grunts drowned the squelching sound of your pussy being plummeted by Ran.

At such actions transpiring on the bed, Mikey saw Sanzu shake a little. Even if it was less than an inch, Mikey saw it. The pinknette had moved, and that was against Mikey’s orders. “come here,” at his boss’s cold tone, Sanzu sprung into action—walking as fast as his feet could take him. “Kneel,” commanded the shorter man. Sanzu did as told, not questioning it for a second. Then, one of Mikey’s hands clutched Sanzu’s pink mane, making him wince in pain as Mikey forced him to crawl towards the bed. “The sight is better here, don't you think?” Said Mikey with a monotonous tone—standing next to Sanzu but still keeping an eye on the other two left in the wall.

“Yes,” Sanzu answered through gritted teeth—looking directly towards your center. The pinknette, now with pink cheeks and a growing problem in his dress pants, couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him; deep down, Sanzu didn't want to. Ran’s cock moving in and out of your clenching hole, your whimpers and whines were louder here, penetrating through his skull and traveling in his nervous system until they reached his leaking cock—wet spots began to form in his slacks.

Sanzu was mad, mad at himself, Ran, and even mad at you—you, who had changed everything he knew; he felt and wanted. A whole week of not even being able to jack off with his fist. It's been a long time since he came to these kinds of places, but not a single person out there felt like you. He had tried, but every time his dick went in someone or something, his head went straight to you—comparing, chasing a similarity to grasp and use, but nothing. Nothing compares to that pretty pussy Ran was using right now. Sanzu had acquired an exquisite test. You were that exquisite taste.

Kakucho and Rindou weren't far behind the pinknette’s train of thoughts and feelings. The only difference was that the other two were holding it in a little better. But not for long.

“Touch her clit, Ran,” at that, Ran’s finger didn't hesitate to move with Mikey’s voice. Ran began to press circles on your bud—his hips never stopping as your cries and sobs increased in intensity. You could feel someone’s breathing near your hip, but you didn't have the strength to ask who. Too lost in Ran’s touches and pumps of his hips. If you only knew Sanzu had a first-row seat for the show.

“You look so pretty taking my cock, little lamb,” Ran forgot what the whole point was, seeing the mess your soaking wet pussy was making all over his cock, “I love how you keep sucking me in,” Ran growled at your walls clenching to his words, “fuck—that cute pussy is mine, right?” A wicked grin adorned the older Haitani’s face.

“Y-yes!” you whined, “all yours!” Your sounds sent shivers through every men present. Shivers that Mikey saw and wouldn't let pass.

“Here. Now.” Mikey wasn't playing. The cold in his eyes could kill. Kakucho and Rindou moved in unison, with eyes still glued to you. Completely ignoring a drooling Sanzu kneeling—forgotten under Mikey’s hand. “Your hand on her neck,” Mikey addressed the younger Haitani. “And you,” he spoke to Kakucho, “keep her legs open,”

You felt a hand wrap around your throat, and two others brought your legs closer to your chest—stretching your hole open for Ran. From Mikey’s words, you knew they belonged to Sanzu, Rindou, or Kakucho. Their touch felt like fire on your skin; their palms were hot, burning the place where they landed.

Rindou not only felt your heartbeat and breathing on his fingertips but the vibrations of your moans and whines too. It all traveled through his arm to end on his groin; it hurt, it fucking hurt him. You had fucked him up good; all he could think about as his calloused hand squeezed your neck was you—the memories of your pretty lips surrounding his cock, your teary eyes looking up at him as you fought against the gagging feeling. Over that black cloth, he pictured those eyes of yours. Why were your open lips so close to him now?

Kakucho couldn't help but feel each and every shove that Ran delivered to your cunt. Holding your legs means he receives the movements, too, and what went through his mind didn't help. He wanted to be the one making you whine and drip. Cock so deep you would feel it up in your tummy. The more Kakucho thought about being in the one pounding your cunt; the more you felt his bruising grip on your legs.

Mikey picked up on your body signs; you were close. Ran felt it too, already accustomed with you. The trembling, the shaking, and your moans were telling them what you currently couldn't. The older Haitani moved his arm between Kakucho and Rindou to reach your mouth. His fingers made their way into your wet cavern—your tongue instantly surrounded his fingers, coating them with spit. Bringing his hand back, Ran didn't waste any time in pressing them on your clit. But Ran beat you to it. He began to feel the tension in his muscles, the too-familiar tingling sensation on his tip, the numbing of his body, and all attention on his groin. Pushing his cock to the hilt, he came inside you as he groaned. Warm walls hugging his spilling cock—hips glued to you. “Y/N, fuck,” a tremble run up his spine, “you’re a pretty little hole for my cum, fuck-” his words made you let out raspy whines in retaliation. Rindou’s constant pressure made your throat hoarse.

That last sentence gave Mikey an idea; he abruptly held Ran’s wrist to keep him from stimulating you. Stained sounds of protests left your mouth. Mikey’s eyes moved to a panting Sanzu. The pinknette just witnessed your cunt take Ran’s seeds. He knows what it feels like to fill you up; he felt his member throb at the sight of your pussy leaking that sticky white substance. “Ran, move, go clean up,” Mikey’s icy tone left no room for discussion.

“Sorry, little lamb, I owe you an orgasm, m’kay?” Ran bent to kiss your stomach as a goodbye. But you didn't register his words.

As Mikey saw Ran retreating from the room towards the bathroom, he harshly pulled Sanzu’s hair, stretching the pinknette’s neck. “Put your fingers in her, and don’t let any cum out,” Sanzu automatically moved, making you whimper as his fingers crammed your hole. “Sanzu, stick your tongue out, and your gonna leave it there as I use your head, understood?” you froze as Mikey spoke. Rindou and Kakucho, still with their hands holding you down, trembled. “Rindou, press harder. Kakucho, keep her open” that was the final phrase their Boss let out before he shoved Sanzu’s face in your cunt. You screamed in surprise as Rindou silenced you—a choking sound replaced your wails.

It was almost painful the position Kakucho restrained you in. But that didn't matter as Sanzu’s tongue kept moving over your bundle of nerves; each hard stroke Mikey made with his second in command had you shaking. The one moving Sanzu was Mikey as if the pinknette was a toy made just for eating you out. Fist on Sanzu’s mane, Mikey twisted his executive’s head, moving it up down in your center, sometimes even licking over his own fingers that still stayed warm in your cunt—drops of Ran’s cum stained his skin, and again, that didn't matter. Sanzu hummed in content at your taste, after so long, finally—finally screamed his body. However, it was not enough to fill a whole week without you. Sadly, Sanzu would take it. He would take anything you offered.

Mikey forcefully made Sanzu lap at your clit as you squirmed under Rindou and Kakucho’s hand. You were so close, it hurt. The heat pooling in your center, the tension on your nerves, the feeling of Sanzu’s wet muscle playing with your bud, and before you could reach your peak, Mikey pushed Rindou off of you. Thus making him let go of your neck, and as the rush of air hit you, that's when you saw white. All your body shook at your release, a groan from your abused throat flooded the room. Tears on the cloth as Mikey kept Sanzu on your clit. As soon as Mikey pulled Sanzu away, the pinknette licked his lips, ecstatic at your juices lingering in his mouth.

After that, Mikey ordered them to go clean up and bring something for you too. Kakucho let go of your legs, and you clamped them shut—your body still twitching from the intensity of the moment. Mikey hugged your tired form while he took off your blindfold. You snuggled towards his warmth; little pants of air fanned his neck.

“You’ll be able to touch more when your week is up,” Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho’s ear’s perked up at Mikey’s statement. That meant that in a couple of hours, you’d be theirs again. Their mouth watered at the revelation. The intensity of their desires made them drool. What have you done to them?

Mikey silently observed their response, not surprised at their similar reactions. A side smile appeared on Bonten’s boss.

They were like starvest beasts, waiting for their prey to lower its guard and pounce on it. And just like cinderella—as soon as the clock hit midnight, they would be free of their spell. Your exhausted form rested in bed, tired from all that occurred—sleepiness almost taking over you.

When the clock hit twelve. Three figures surrounded your bed. A hand caressed your cheek, “Wake up, baby,” a deep voice whispered, “I’m sorry, but you can’t rest yet,”

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#omi.dih <- tag for all things related to the series

DIHU -> Headcanons/Asks Masterlist

One-shots not-requests <- Masterlist

- When people are in a state of extreme surprise, fear or confusion, we say they are like deer caught in headlights. They seem so frightened that they can not think clearly. They do not know what to do, so they do not do anything.

Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Canon divergent, slow burn, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta reader we die like men. INCOMPLETE AF

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Deer in headlights | Part 1: meeting Sano Manjiro

Pairing: Bonten x Fem Reader

Tokyo Revengers Bonten Alt Univers | canon divergent

Warnings: mentions of blood, decisions you shouldn't make IRL, this is fiction. CLICK ON MY RULES BEFORE ASKING ANYTHING!

You should have known better. That is what you keep telling yourself as you walk across the busy streets of Tokyo's nightlife. Drunk people are stumbling here and there; some are trying to get home while others are looking for another place to keep their night going.

As always, you couldn't say no to someone in need, and your boss had his daughter's birthday today, so you offered to stay and close the restaurant after everyone was gone. You had to check inventory, earnings of the day, wait for some delivery, and then restock. When you finished everything, it was past midnight. No subway lines, so that meant you had to take a taxi.

So that is where you are now, phone dead and unable to call a cab, in the streets of a buzzing Tokyo night.

Not even one taxi had the available sign turned on. You were beginning to worry. But all your worries were thrown out of the window when you saw a white-haired man bleeding and about to get hit by a vehicle. Your body moved on its own. You tackled the man before the car could hit him. He must have been in pretty bad shape because as soon you both hit the ground, he passed out.

Fantastic, you thought. Giving him a better inspection, you saw a tattoo on the back of his neck and noticed that from some part of his middle section, the blood kept flowing, and that couldn't be a good sign either. You didn't even know where the wound was! A panicking side of you was about to take over.

“No, no, no, no. Breathe! He needs help,” you said to none in particular but yourself.

Your rational side was telling you to dump him there or leave him at a hospital, but sometimes you took the dumbest choices. In your defense, the wound and the tattoo screamed gang, yakuza, a crime syndicate! And you didn't want anyone hunting you for selling one of those guys to the authorities, or that is what you told yourself.

You don't know why exactly, but there was some kind of pull that convinced you to help him.

God knows where you had the strength to lift him, and it looks like luck was on your side since not a second later, you hailed a taxi and gave the driver your address.

Not so far from where you found the white-haired man, an emergency meeting by Bonten, Tokyo's worst crime organization higher-ups, began.

“Any news? Where is Mikey?!!!” screamed a very pissed-off Sanzu. After kicking a table at the hotel’s top floor.

“No sir” came from the two lackeys that just entered the place. Two shots fired, and the thud of the bodies falling to the floor echoed in the room. Sanzu’s gun now was missing two bullets.

“You know, killing our men won't bring our boss back any faster” the word came from Takeomi as he took another cigarette between his lips.

“I can't believe you lost the boss, Sanzu!” mocked the younger Haitani; not soon after, the older brother followed with a laugh.

“Shut up, both of you.” Kakucho was not in the mood for their teasing behavior, and he didn't want to deal with fights right now.

“I’m sure Mikey is fine. We’ll see him walk through the door any minute,” confidently commented Kokonoi.

Well, that was three days ago. Things weren't looking good for Bonten’s tops members since their boss was nowhere to be found, and as for you... Let’s say you were kind of living with a corps, or so you thought.

He wasn't exactly a dead person. You always checked his breathing, and he was in a deep sleep on your bed for the last three days or so. You’ve gone to your classes, work, grocery shopping, and even went out of your way to buy some clothes for your guest(?), but he hasn't woken up. You’ve been in this kind of sleep coma after finals and days without sleep, so you told yourself to give it time.

“Honestly, what am I thinking? What am I doing?!” you mumbled to yourself as you sat on your couch.

“I would like to know that,” said a rough voice behind you, and a cold object pressed to your neck. You froze; nothing passed through your mind. Breathing? Blinking? What is that? “Listen carefully because I won't repeat myself. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” your response was barely audible; if he weren't so close to your head, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

“Where am I? Who do you work for?” He didn't sound angry or lost, and that is what scared you. He was calm... Relaxed.

“A-at my apartment a-and I-you we-were” you took a breath; that is not how you sounded at all, and it pissed you off. Why were you so nervous.

“You what?” he still didn't sound hangry more as surprised.

“I work for Mr. Fukada at his restaurant,” you finished and the you tensed. Oh god, no! You gave Mr. Fukada’s name to a stranger, you thought.

He hummed as a response, and although the knife wasn't pressed at your neck anymore, he still had it resting on your chest.

“Do you know who I am?”

“How am I supposed to know? You are behind me” there was a thought that came to your mind “Wait! I don't know who or what you want, but please don't hurt the guy on my bed, please. He's hurt and probably needs help! Just, please, don't- don't hurt him.” the mare thought of him in pain made you feel pressure on your chest.

“What?” He couldn't believe his ears.

“Look, I don't have money here, and I have little to nothing of value, and I-”

He began to laugh. Why was he laughing... Your first thought was that you had a maniac on your back. Fantastic.

You felt movement and a body plopped next to you on your small couch. You knew better (not really), and you kept your gaze on the ground. The less you knew, the better it was for you. No face, no crime.

But sadly for you, this person didn't share your thoughts. He held your chin and made you look at his eyes, those eyes that seemed almost... dead. Oh!?! He’s the white-haired dude! You thought. For some reason, you were happy to see him awake. He, on the other hand, saw the look on your eyes change from scared to delight. There was a sparkle in them... What is that sparkle?

“How did I get here?” He inquired with a more casual tone.

“You were bleeding in the street and a car was about to run you over so I kind of pushed you...-” you apologetically replied. “Hmm yeah, I didn't mean to tackle you, but it was me or the car,” you added, feeling the object, which was probably one of your kitchen knives, move from your body to the coffee table.

“How long was I out?” He still didn't change his expression, but he spoke a little less hostile than before, according to you.

“About... Two... Hmmm, three days counting today” his eyes, for the first time, assumed a worried look.

“I’m using your phone. Don't move,” he ordered.

You could hear some parts of his conversation, such as I'm alright, then kind of reassuring the other person on the phone and telling them he’ll be back soon. After some more chatting, he came back to the couch.

“So Y/N hmm? College student, a part-time job and single,” he emphasized that last word as he stared at the roof, “I guess you don't know who I am and what you got yourself into”

“What do you mean?” Now you are lost and kind of mad since he knew things about yourself.

Evading your question, he continued. “You did a decent job with the wound, so I'm grateful for that” he still didn't move his gaze from the roof.

“Really? I followed a youtube tutorial,” you proudly commented. Forgetting what you had asked before those statements.

That earned you another laugh from the man beside you. But it wasn't a mocking one; it was more of a real and pleased/surprised one.

“Why?”

“Why what? The tutorial?” you fastly replayed.

“No, why did you help me?” He looked straight at you, and if it weren't for you nervously pulling at the hem of your shirt, you would have believed you were naked in his eyes.

“I don't understand your question” you honestly responded and he believed you. Something in his gut told him so, and your eyes were the complete opposite of his. “I don't need a reason for helping someone keep breathing! Or in your case, not getting run over...”

“I’m sorry” he replied with a huff of air after he said that.

“What? Why? No! I'm fine, and so are you, right?” You smiled at the stranger that you kept in your house for three days.

“That’s not what I meant” he moved so close to your face that your breathing stopped out of surprise. “I am truly sorry. I like that look in your eyes, and” a hand moved to your cheek and made you held his heavy gaze, “and I intend to keep you and your shining doe eyes for myself.”

“You really must have slammed your head against the concrete, hard,” you honestly said, and again, he laughed.

“Whatever you say, doe.” he went back to his previous position on the couch, although his body appeared a hundred times more comfortable. “But you really don’t know who I am,” he stated.

“Should I?” you were afraid you could come off as rude.

“Look up Bonten on your phone” again; he used that commanding tone. And, of course, you followed him without a second thought.

On your phone’s screen, there are hundreds of news articles about a criminal organization, and one had pictures of them leaving a club. There you saw it, the back of his head and the tattoo. It’s him.

“Oh, so you are part of this Bonten group,” you casually commented after leaving your phone on the table. “That explains the situation when I met you,” there was it again, that calm demeanor when someone else would have been freaking out! Calling the police or, worst!

Mikey was expecting rejection or even terror but what happened next left him speechless.

Suddenly you gasped. “I’m so sorry! You could have been killed if I was followed or worst!” there was that panic he kind of expected, but for a completely different reason.

“The hell you talking about?” the white-haired man had never met someone so... someone so selfless? Were you dumb?

“Your part of the top branch or something, right? You were in danger here!”

“Not precisely, But why are you worried about me? Hmmm, I bet earlier you were panicking not because I had you at knifepoint but because you gave me your boss’ last name. Am I right?”

“yes?” How did he know?

“Thinking about it, I don’t like being in debt with someone, so in exchange for your strange kindness, I’m staying a couple of more days with you.”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t know if my house is enough and-”

“You are a danger to yourself, doe. You worry about the wrong things.” He said with a laugh. I haven’t had this much fun in ages. He thought

Mikey even found strange how fast you trusted a complete stranger that had your neck almost sliced and who has connections to the crime world of Japan. You were a danger left alone.

“Call me Manjiro,” he spoke once more.

“I’m y/n,” you responded with a smile.

“I know,” he half-smiled

“How rude” you huffed

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