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A Terrible Idea

Pairing: Y/n x Bonten!Ran

Wordcount: 1035

Tw: SFW

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ps.: English is not my first language, so there might be some errors....

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“This doesn’t feel right!”

Your friend kept silent, applying the wine colored lipstick to your lips. You both had to look perfect, especially you, their bait.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“What will they do? Go to the police?”, she let out a crude laugh.

“Kill us or gang rape us…”

“Girl, what?”

“Do you really think we can pull a Hustlers on them? Like really?”

“Do you have a better plan? Is either that or we get kicked out of the country, is that what you want? Cause I don’t wanna go back home! In fact I don’t even have a home to go back to, and neither do you.”

You closed your mouth shut, pursing your lips in silent anger. That plan was bound to fail and it absolutely did. But before that, everything went down perfectly.

Later that night when the two brothers and their pink haired friend arrived, the tall one that had been eyeing you for a while was immediately drawn to you. His eyes wandered through your body, lingering on your lips, a novelty to him, used to seeing you in pale pinks or translucent gloss. He eyed you knowing it was all for him, the lipstick, the dark green backless silk dress, cascading around your body, clinging to your thighs. You did your best not to seem nervous, thinking only about how handsome he was and how much of a compliment it was to have a man like him eye you with such interest, with such desire.

It didn’t take long until you were called to their private booth. Melina and you. They want both of you, said the manager. She clasped your hands as if to reassure you; or maybe to intimidate you into following the plan. Don’t fuck this up, you could almost hear her saying.

You looked around before going up, the music was too loud and your body had a warm tingling caused by the couple shots you had earlier while trying to dissipate the anxiety. Upstairs it was more calm, there was an air of secrecy with all the heavy velvet curtains and muffled laughs. Your friend stepped in first, pulling you by the hand in a tight grip.

“Hello boys!”, said she, like it was just a regular night with her favorite clients.

They answered, matching her excitement, and introduced themselves: Rin, Sanzu and Ran. No last names.

“Well, I’m Melina and this is…”

“Y/N”, said Ran, “I know”, his lips molten in a sweet smile as he stood up to give you his hand, guiding you to take the seat at his side.

You simply followed, mesmerized by him, almost forgetting what you were there to do.

“I like your new dress. This fabric looks good on you, so does the color”, said Ran, in a low voice, causing you to feel that his words would be only for your ears and no one else’s.

“Thank you”, you answered, pulling yourself together, remembering the role you’re supposed to play. “I like your suit, it has remarkable tailoring”.

His smile stretched a bit more, satisfied.

“Are you into fashion?”, he asked, reclining on the couch while putting his arm behind you, causing your heart to skip a beat while the memory of your first day in Japan mixed itself with his scent, followed by a sharp pain in your chest. Luckily this job taught you how to hide your feelings and Ran didn’t seem to notice the fleeting pain in your eyes.

“In a way…”, you answered, unsure about the conversation, but deeply craving to tell him all about yourself.

“In a way? C’mon! I wanna know everything about you”, he turned on his seat, making you feel like there were only you two in the room. “Do you like fashion or not?”

“Yes”, you answered, lips moving before your mind could warn you off. He should be kept in the dark, but the way he seemed to be listening… It had been such a long time since someone listened to you.

“Is that why you came here, to Japan? To study fashion?”

Don’t say anything, your mind screamed.

“Yes”

“How long ago?”

“Six years”, you answered again, almost in a trance.

“You’ve been here for six years and I only met you now…”, his words had a reproaching sad tone, probably a fake sadness, you thought.

“Well I’ve only worked here for three…”, you said apologetically, filled with the feeling of inadequacy trapped in your throat.

“Are you good at it?”, Ran took a sip of his drink, measuring you.

“At being a hostess?”

“Not that, at fashion designing…”, he laughed as if the idea of you being a good hostess was absurd.

“You don’t think I’m a good hostess?”, you asked, trying to deflect the conversation.

“You’re a terrible hostess. One of the worst I’ve ever encountered”

“Have you encountered many?”, you retorted, offended, “Do you have the habit of paying women to entertain you?”

“Is that what you are doing?”, his voice had a sharpness to it, a dangerous one. The tone was the same, but something was off, making you regret your carelessness. “Cause if it is, I'd rather get what I want instead of sitting here spending thousands of yen just to look at your smile.”

Your body froze, it would be the perfect opportunity, but you had never done that. You were a hostess, they were barely allowed to touch you, let alone do more. Plenty of other girls did it. Some even became their clients' girlfriends or lovers. Would that be your case? Probably not, the other clients were businessmen, regular people. He was a criminal, a dangerous one.

Eyeing you like a hungry cat, Ran closed the space between you once more, taking a lock of your hair on his fingers.

“I’m not gonna pay… That’s not what I want you for.”

“I don’t understand”, you answered, choosing to be safe.

Ran’s smile returned to its warm ease of before, but you could hardly do the same, even if you still felt the magnetic pull compelling your body to obey his every command.

“Have dinner with me. Not here. At some fancy restaurant. You choose”.

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GouJiang has the handsomeness of an unstoppable and fearsome warrior king. He is quite magnetic even outside of his route, is easy to understand why FuChai is drawn to him.

And this game is SO good! The story is so well crafted, the characters are well rounded, specially the women, and it’s not centered on the romance. Also it made me cry so many times and I like that! I like complex stories that evoke emotional reactions.

I also like that the women are not written to distance themselves completely from femininity or traditionally feminine stuff. I see a lot of visual novels doing this, they want to prove they’re not sexist by making women that are the direct opposite of the bad representation we’ve been getting for years, which means nothing changes! Even if they are the opposite, they’re still shallow, one dimensional characters. A cardboard character. But that doesn’t happen in My vow to my liege! All characters have their peculiarities, their way of speaking and thinking. It’s a really good game and deserves more recognition!

10/10, one of my favorite visual novels/stories!

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Late Night Feelings

“C’mon, can we at least talk about it?”

“There is nothing to talk about Rin, I shouldn’t have done that…”

“You say it like you didn’t want it…”, he mumbled hurtly.

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is the point? ‘cause I like you… for a long time now”

She looked at him in slight confusion, trying to find lies in his face.

“I don’t wanna be the friend that ogled her best friend’s baby brother. It’s not fair to Ran!”

“How is this any of my brother’s business? You’re not dating him”

“What isn’t my business?”, Ran’s voice traveled above the loud music, hitting them as clear as the night sky.

Fuck. She turned around, quick to dismiss whatever he had heard.

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me. Both of you.”

“Seriously, it’s nothing, Ran…”, said Rindou.

“Rin…”

“It’s just… about…”, she mumbled, planning excuses.

“Just say whatever is that happened”, Ran said quickly, his voice flat.

There was a brief silence and the younger Haitani took a step forward.

“We fucked”, said Rin. Tired of hiding his feelings and what happened. He was so elated, no one would take that from him.

“Fuck, Rin! Why…”

“What?”, Ran's voice faltered enough for them to realize he was angry.

“Ran, i’m sorry! It was a mistake! I was drunk…”

“Really? A mistake? you seemed to enjoy rather well for it to be a drunk mistake”

“Fuck! Fuck! Rin, that’s not what I meant!”

“When?”

“Last weekend”, answered Rin. There was a cold line between the two while Ran seemed to ignore her.

“When I had the flu and couldn't go out with you?”, the question was aimed at his brother.

“Yeah”

“Where?”

“It doesn’t matter! Ran, please! I’m…”

“Right here…”, Rin pointed to the living room on the other side of the glass, where the party raged on.

“Rin, shut the fuck up! Please”, she said, commanding, while turning to the other one pleadingly, “Ran, I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t mean for it to happen. He’s your little brother, I should’ve kept my distance”

“How long…”, he finally looked at her, “have you been preying on my brother?”

"That’s not it! Fuck! I would never…”, giving up, she let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping down with the weight of her feelings, “I like Rin, truly. For quite sometime now, it just didn’t seem right to me, he’s your baby brother, so I tried to stop it, but I don’t know… We’ve been spending so much time together”

“So you do like me?”, asked Rin while Ran seemed to digest her words.

“Yes, Rin… I like you. In fact, I might be in love with you.”

Those words were said in such ernest sadness that Ran furrowed his brows in surprise.

“Fuck. I’ve been in love with you since fourth grade!”, said Rin, running his hands through his hair.

“Ran, please don’t be mad at me. I… don’t know what else to say”

“I… I wanna be alone”, he said, turning around to leave the balcony. Through the glass they could see him entering his bedroom. The door slamming muted by the music.

A cooler breeze blew some empty plastic cups to the corner and she noticed how they represented her feelings quite accurately.

“So… you’re in love with me…”, said Rin in a soft but happy voice, touching her shoulder.

She turned around, leaning into his embrace for the first time.

“He’s never gonna forgive me…”

“Nah, he will. We’re his favorite people. He’ll forgive us.”

“Us?”

“Oh don’t think for a second he is not mad at me too”

“Why would he be mad at you, Rin?”

“You…Wait. Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why would Ran be mad at you?”

“Ran is in love with you… since like… the moment you met!”

“What?”

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Sanzu I love you, but that was very well deserved AHAHHAHAH

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Walking Shadows,

pt. III

Pairing: OC x Bonten!Rindou

Wordcount: 970

Sinopsis: Madeline’s husband left town after a terrible deal with Bonten leaving her to pay for his mistakes.

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ps.: English is not my first language, so there might be some errors....

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    Rin left but his presence stayed. And so did his brother’s, but in a more menacing way. Madeline kept still for a long time, unable to move. How could she help him? And if she failed… For a brief moment she regretted trading places with her sister. Shaking her head to expel the thought, Madeline stood up and started looking around the apartment for anything that might give them a clue to where Kei might’ve been or if he had actually spent all the money. By the way, how much money was it? He always lived a lavish life while she stayed at home cooking, cleaning and occasionally getting beaten by him. All of her days were the same: wake up, prepare breakfast, clean, prepare lunch, clean, prepare dinner, hope he is not drunk, clean, sleep. She barely had any decent clothes and it felt like he did it to keep her in the house. The only money she ever had access to was to shop for food and whatever the house needed and now looking at that black sleek, probably limitless, credit card she felt like her life seemed to have improved.

    “Buy what you need”, Rin’s words kept ringing in her head. What do I need?, she wondered. She barely left the house in five years, how could she attend a dinner party, let alone a formal one. Maybe she should call him and say that. Rin would probably be angry at her, but what if she embarrassed him? That would be worse… So Madeline picked up her phone, an old thing that could barely make calls, and typed the number she saw on the text message. Her stomach twisted and turned as she waited.

    “Yes?”, said a voice on the other side, but she hadn’t listened to him enough so it was impossible to know if that was the right number;

    “Rin?”, she asked lightly.

    “Yes… Do you need something?”, In the background there was loud music playing, he was probably busy.

    “I… I’m sorry to bother you, and so soon, but… I don’t know what I should buy or wear. I have never been to anything formal before and”, Madeline almost said she never left the house but kept quiet, he didn’t need to know that or maybe he already did.

    Rindou was silent for a while and she started regretting the call, she could’ve just gone out and asked someone at a fancy store. How stupid was she? They were not friends.

    “Right… I’ll pick you up at 8 a.m. tomorrow then”, and he hung up without waiting for an answer.

    She stared at the phone then put it down, feeling a nervous rumble across her body.

    That night, it was impossible fpr her to sleep and at around 3 a.m. she moved to one of the guests rooms, finally free of the hateful marital bed she used to share with Kei. The contrast between her own poverty and the ostentation of the apartment had never been so stark, so absurd.

Sometime later she went back to sleep to wake up almost too late. Rin would be there in a few minutes, it was enough time for a shower and some makeup. No, no makeup, it would be silly to put makeup on and she didn’t even have any makeup, just a bland pink lipstick she hated. Her phone rang a few minutes later, he was downstairs.

“The black Mercedes across the street”, said Rin and she looked out the window to check and there it was, a bit different than what she expected but somehow it seemed to fit him.

“Good morning…”, Madeline said as she opened the door and entered, “thank you and I’m sorry for the trouble”.“Better that than having you embarrass me…”, Rin answered, shutting her up, just as he planned. If she chose the wrong outfit it would probably be more of a problem to herself, the other girls would not let her have a single moment of peace and since he quite disliked them, why not help Madeline to put them in their places. 

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everytime I try to write smut I end up writing angsttttt aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and it's soooo good! peak suffering and sadness

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Walking Shadows,

pt. II

Pairing: OC x Bonten!Rindou

Wordcount: 970

Sinopsis: Madeline’s husband left town after a terrible deal with Bonten leaving her to pay for his mistakes.

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ps.: English is not my first language, so there might be some errors....

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“It’s Madeline, right?”

    She shook her head confirming, filled with dread but slightly less scared. The other one seemed cruel and sadistic, this one she couldn't tell yet, but he didn’t seem to be as excited.

    “I’m Rindou, Rin is fine.”

    “What’s your last name? I rather call you by that”

    He eyed her a bit annoyed, but answered anyway.

    “Haitani, but stick to Rin”

    “Okay… What’s gonna happen to me?”, Madeline asked, knowing all too well what happened to women in these situations.

    ‘For now… Nothing. If we don’t get the money your husband stole… He used you and the apartment as collateral”

    “I’m sure the apartment is worth more”, she said, trying to guess his motives.

    “That depends, don't you think?”, for the first time he seemed as intimidating as his brother and his words had an edge to it, that kept her in place, terrified. “On what one wants and has… I’m sure some people would be interested in you, Madeline”

    “Why help me?”

    “Why question my help? Shouldn’t you be thankful instead?”

    “That depends on what you want from me…”, she murmured in a subtle defiance that surprised him.

    “I want you to help me find your husband… I have my own reasons…”

    “I’m afraid I can’t help you”

    “Fine, then I’ll hand you over to my brother”, he grabbed his phone as if to call Ran, hoping she would plead him not to.

    “No! Please, don’t do that. I… I just don’t know anything… I make a point of not knowing, I keep my distance.”

    Rin put the phone away and examined her curious. He had looked into her life, her father owed a lot to her husband’s puny syndicate, and to solve the problem they agreed on a marriage to the family’s youngest daughter. Madeline couldn’t accept it and said she would marry him instead. She was eighteen at the time, her sister sixteen, and the scumbag was happy either way, so she saved her sister from a miserable life of constant violence: there was a couple of hospital records for broken ribs and concussions all resulting from falls in the late hours of the night. Even Ran felt bad for her, but in the end, for him, it was all business. If they were to pity everyone, they should just become monks. But Rin couldn’t think like that. His own mother had been sold to someone else and before she could free herself and give a better life to her children, she died of breast cancer and they were already serving time in juvie.

Rin always regretted not doing anything to help her, Ran resented her for just accepting her fate, even if he knew that there was no way to escape such a situation.

    “She is not mom, you know…”, Ran murmured two night before, taking his half empty glass to his lips, the liquor burning his throat in a warm welcoming of a freer state of inebriation.

    “Of course I know”

    “And both could’ve just saved themselves if they wanted…”

    “Ran, not now…”

    “Do you really think she couldn’t get out of this marriage?”, he said, a malicious, taunting, grin on his lips. “Why don’t you just take her for yourself? She is pretty enough and I know she is quite your type… Is either that or handing her to someone else… Maybe Sanzu, he’d like her too”

    “Listen to yourself! She hasn’t done anything and she married that piece of shit to save her sister from this fucked up life… You should know better than that…”

    “She is a whore just like how mom was”

    “Fuck you, Ran! You have no right to talk about mom that way!”

    “Do you really think she didn’t like it? She loved it! Just like your little whore does!”

    He was drunk. And angry, like he’d always been despite his calm demeanor. Ran was one of the angriest, cruelest people he’d ever seen, to the point of being sadistic.

    So what she wasn’t their mother, he wasn’t going to be like the men that destroyed their family and do to Madeline what was done to them. His skin crawled just to think of it.

    And also, she had accepted that marriage to save her sister. He admired her for that, for he would do anything to save his own brother, even if he said and did disagreeable things.

“Listen, we’ll spend the next four weeks focused on getting the money back, once that’s over you’re free to go, Kei will probably not come out alive of this. Find a job, study, do what it takes to start your life again”

Madeline stared at him in surprise, a gangster giving her life advice, that was new.

“Thank you”

Rin quirked an eyebrow to her change of attitude and stood up.

“Here how it will go: to them, to the rest of Bonten, especially the executives and high ups, you’re my girl.”, he paced from one side to the other, “But all I actually need from you, is your cooperation. Now, because they believe you’re with me, you’ll be expected to be around and attend whatever event there might be. And when we’re together we play the part, okay? Holding hands, PDA and whatnots… Nobody expects me to be too affectionate, so don’t go overboard and you don’t seem the type to be clingy also, so…”

Madeline agreed to all, hoping there wouldn’t be many instances where they needed to be a couple to be disappointed the next moment.

    “Tomorrow there's a dinner party at the boss's house, you’re coming. I’ll pick you up around seven”, taking his wallet out, Rin pulled out a credit card and gave it to her, “Buy whatever you need as long as it is luxury, understated and not vulgar. I’ll text you the password later”

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Walking Shadows,

pt. I

Pairing: OC x Bonten!Rindou

Wordcount: 670

Sinopsis: Madeline’s husband left town after a terrible deal with Bonten leaving her to pay for his mistakes.

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ps.: English is not my first language, so there might be some errors....

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Madeline got off the elevator oblivious to the change her life was about to forgo and strolled leisurely down the hall scrolling on her phone until her eyes wandered to the open apartment door. Her body came to an immediate stop and she looked around, searching for clues of what happened. Should she come in? Was it safe? In featherly light steps she approached the door, listening. No sound. Madeline waited a bit more and pushed the door with her foot.

The apartment was a shadow of its form a couple hours ago. Tables laid on their sides, some of the curtains had been ripped from the windows, one the counches was ripped, the kitchen floor was covered in broken plates and glasses, the bedroom had clothes everywhere. Upon closer inspection, she noticed her husband's clothes were missing, as were some of his shoes and watches. She suspected something like this would happen sooner or later and prayed the cursed marriage they had was finally over. To feed her hopes, Madeline checked for their passports, only hers was left, and with a breath of relief, started cleaning the room.

It was late when she was finally finished, moments before two men she had never seen before knocked on her door. They didn’t look like one of her husband's associates, but nevertheless they seemed to be in the same business, and life had taught her to not ignore these men. And if Kei was running away, eventually someone would come look for him.

Madeline opened the door as confident as she could, hiding her shaking hands, protraying the perfect housewife like aways, hoping they would be happy with whatever answer she gave them.

“Yes?”, she said, tried her best to have a good look at them without being too obvious.

One had short sleek three/seven hair, the other had longer, shoulder length strands, both of them were dyed of lilac and dark blue. The first one was taller and seemed a bit older, while the second one was almost her height and both had the same tattoo on the neck, peeking from their suits collar. She had seen that drawing somewhere, yes it was a Karuta card, but that was not where she had seen it.

They entered without a word, examining the place.

“Told you, he’s probably in China or Russia by now…”, said the younger one, taking a seat on the chair next to the window, looking at her with an examining eye and a restrained face.

“Close the door darling, would you?”, said the older one sporting a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Madeline did as he said and then sat down as the other one asked.

“So… Do you know where he is?”, asked the tall one.

Both of them were so pretty, even with the menacing aura, she observed, uncomfortable and scared. The door was closed, they were two, probably armed, and the apartment was on the twenty first floor.

“No”

“Do you know where he could be?”

“No, he didn’t share anything with me”

“Right…”, he smiled again, sitting down in front of her. “So I gather you don’t know about the arrangement he had with us…”

Madeline shook her head, feeling her palms sweat and her heart race. He eyed her lazily and looked at his colleague.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, my brother is quite compassionate and took pity on you! Right, Rin?”

Now that he mentioned they were siblings, they did look alike, she noticed. The same droopy, sleepy eyes.

“She is all yours and you have four weeks to… solve this. After that, this becomes my problem again.” He stood up, with that same smile plastered on his mouth, but now his eyes showed he was actually amused. “I’m off now, I have a meeting with Koko… Have fun you two!”, standing he walked to the door, turning around right before closing it, “Oh, almost forgot: you’re Bonten’s property now”.

So that’s where she had seen the drawing.

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Finally finishing Iba’s route and he is so precious!!!!

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Floral allure with thorns to spare.

If you like my art, help by reblogging ♡ because it’s the only way to get my art noticed :)

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Haru… I was expecting something sad but this???

Also, I now think he might be trying to force the worst possible future… maybe revenge, maybe to “prove” Mikey is a bad person… idk… but I still think he is the second time leaper

Or maybe there isn’t one and now Takemichy will also want to save Sanzu.

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Nameless feelings

Pairing: Y/n x Bonten!Ran Genre: Angst/Fluff Wordcount: 719 Tw: SFW __ ps.: my firsrt language is not english, so there might be some errors.... __

It was late, maybe already into the small hours of the night, you had waited enough. He was not homing home anytime soon, it was better to put the dinner away, take the makeup off, put the fancy dress and lingerie away. You tried, for the third time he stood you up. But it wasn’t his fault, right? He had a demanding boss, a tough job. You knew what you were in for and you agreed to date him, and agreed again to an engagement. You didn’t regret it, never! But you missed him, you missed him a lot, and lately Ran had been so distant that sometimes you felt invisible, to the point you started wondering if he was the one regreting his choice. Which led to those pompous demonstrations of affection you’ve been planning for the last weeks. First was a dinner at a high end restaurant, you booked the whole place for yourselves, had the chef and staff at your disposal and told Ran you had a surprise. Less than an hour before the whole thing he called.

“I can’t make it… I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, ok, princess?”, his voice echoed softly on the phone, the rumbles of other people filling the background.

You were sad, embarrassed even, especially when calling the restaurant. You told them you didn’t need a refund, they could keep the money. All you wanted was for the bitter taste in your mouth to go away.

The second time, you planned a small trip to Chirihama, so you could drive along the beach and have some time for yourselves. He showed up at the apartment only the next day. You weren’t even home, because you decided to hide in a café until he noticed your absence. Fortunately, it didn’t take long, but still.

And now, you were dejected. The beautiful silk dress had a rough feeling against your skin. The lace on your lingerie set seemed scratchy and tight, your feet hurt on the heels, the necklace too heavy, the food on the table ugly, probably bland or flat out bad. You couldn’t do it anymore. There was nothing you could do. And tears started pouring, memories of past relationships came back.

“Why am I so easy to leave?”, you asked yourself, too engulfed in sadness to notice you were not alone anymore.

“Who said that?”, it was Ran’s voice, soft as always, but tinged with indignation. You lifted your head up and averted his probing gaze, too embarrassed to speak. You had just sealed your fate. He would despise you like others did, despise you for wanting his love and attention.

He repeated the question, coming closer as you stepped back.

“Y/n, who said that?”

“No one… I’m sorry”, you mumbled, not sure of what else to say.

“For what?”, he enveloped you in his arms, running his hand through your hair, “I am the one who’s been fucking up… I’m sorry for the last few weeks, things have been… bad at… it’s best if you don’t know the details”. He seemed exhausted, even pale.

“I want to know, I want you to tell me what is going on, so I can support you!”, you pleaded, insisting for the first time in knowing more about Bonten. You knew what it was, you heard the news like everyone else, but you didn’t know how Ran fitted in the whole thing.

“It’s for your own safety”, he wiped the tears and make up from your eyes, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

You hugged him even tighter, you missed him so much. His smell, his touch, his voice.

“I missed you…”, you said, your voice muffled by his suit’s fabric.

“I missed you too and… “, Ran took your face in his hands, making you look him in the eyes, “Whoever made you feel like you’re easy to leave couldn’t be more wrong…”.

You felt the hot trace left by the tears on your cheek revive, while he engulfed you on a deep passionate kiss. Stopping only to add one key reminder:

“I’ve told you already, I’d be more than happy to hurt them as much as they hurt you”.

You smiled and shook your head in a negative answer. “They don't even deserve for you to know their names”, you thought.

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Koko😭😭🤧🥺

You deserve to be happy luv🥺

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Bonten! Headcanons

+18!! Minors, dni!! You’ll have plenty of time to read smut in your life, trust me…

Pairings: Haitani brothers, Sanzu, Koko, Kakucho, Mickey, Takeomi

ps.: not my first time writing, but it is my first time posting it, hope you like it!!

remember: this is a safe space, always be respectful and mindful of what you’re going to say

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Rindou

- Switch

- Likes to be pegged

- And degraded

- Can be a hard dom, but thats rare

- Will cook something hearty for you after

- Is very laid back and likes to takes his time

- Will try anything once, but you have to do it too

Ran

- Soft spoken hard dom

- Calls you princess or kitten

- Loves to see your makeup and hair ruined

- And your clothes

- Loves to think he did that to you

- Likes to hear you beg

- Likes to mark you, but only for him to see

- Runs you a bath afterwards and takes care of your sore body

Sanzu

- A bit all over the place

- Likes to have an audience

- Loves to hear all the sounds you make

- Moan his name and will send him to heaven

- Like to have you on your knees

- Loves when you sit on his face

- Marks you for everyone to see

- Not really good in the aftercare part, but it’s learning

- Loves period sex, the messier the better

Koko

- Your pleasure comes first, always

- Can be a pleasure dom

- Buys you all kinds of toys

- Loves watching you play with yourself, more than pov action

- But is very soft and caring when you do it

- Watch your every expression amazed, eyes gleaming with love

- Likes sounding, like really likes it

- Aftercare is just as lovely as everything else: will order some nice food, cuddle, run you a bath

- You’re his queen and he will do anything to see you happy

Kakucho

- Will shibari the fuck out of you

- But always in a very loving way

- His touch is feather like and every pattern he makes is a work of art

- Likes to see the marks on your skin and to kiss them

- Your smell, perfume, hair, skin, anything, drives him absolutely crazy

- Takes care of you afterwards by giving you oil massages

- Loves to watch you come and will get you there 3, 4, 5 times… as much as you want

- Lots of light kisses

Mickey

- Is a bit selfish to say the least

- Doesn’t really knows what he likes

- Not always in the mood for it

- Can be rough

- Inconsistent, will spend weeks without barely touching you and then do a sex marathon that might last a week

- You know he’s not in the best place, so you let him be

- Sometimes you feel empty after, not a really good feeling but when he is inside you, tou forget about it

Takeomi

- Vanilla

- Almost boring

- Doesn’t really knows what he likes

- I mean, he knows, but as long as it’s you he doesn’t care

- It’s happy enough to have you on his arms

- Loves to cuddle after and watch you fall asleep

- Has a bit of a breeding kink, the ideia of you having his children os enough to drive him to the edge, but will never come inside because of all the trauma with his siblings. He knows children are a really serious thing

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summary... it all starts with a question

» pairing... haitani brothers x f!reader

» genre... suggestive

» word count... 1.4k

» warnings... swearing, suggestive themes, talk about kinks

a/n... IT’S HERE! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S HERE. i’ve been so excited to post this and i cannot believe it’s finally done. y'all know i love the haitani brothers so pls enjoy this as my last story of 2021! ahhhh!!!

you can read more about the haitani brothers and my tattoo artist!reader here!

“Get the fuck away from me.”

You’ve never seen so much delight in Ran’s eyes because of your panic, at least not since the first time you met. He’s leaning against your workbench, bent towards you as you lean away to create as much distance as possible. He clicks his tongue and the amused look on his face makes you want to punch him. “Now doll, you know better than to speak to us like that.”

You ignore him and keep your eyes focused instead on his brother who smirks at the glower on your face. You put both hands up as though you were commanding traffic. “Down boy,” you say in a stern tone, lip quirking when his face drops into a frown. “Heel. I said heel!”

“What am I, a fucking dog?” Rindou snaps, irritation glinting in his lilac eyes. Ran perks at that.

“Oh, are you into pet play? Can’t say I like it in on me but—“

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “For the love of God, shut! Up!”

Continuar lendo

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Ok… crazy torev theory:

spoilers ahead!!

Sanzu is one of the time leapers and he is not as loyal to Mikey as it seems… He seemed very loyal to Mucho and yet he unalived him.

Also, his name. The one he chose for himself: Sanzu. It comes from the name of the river the souls must cross after they die.

If Sanzu is a time leaper he may have chosen that name because of what he wishes to accomplish during his return to the past.

Remember when he said to mucho that he told him from the start was he was going to do? Meaning he already knew Mucho was a traitor long before unaliving him, maybe Mikey knew too and put him on 5th division because of that(they likely have known each other for quite sometime considering their older brothers friendship).

But if Mikey didn’t know, which I think makes more sense, Sanzu knew about it from some other source: the future! And maybe killing Mucho was essential to whatever he wants in the present.

He might even have gone back to the past to a time before Takemichi’s first leap back.

Now, to his outfit on that last poster: scorpion and lotus flowers… both have almost antagonist meanings to each other, meaning that Sanzu is unpredictable.

And we should also remember that if Sanzu is the passage people must cross after death, he has no loyalties, he simply does what must be done. Or he believes himself to be above everything and everyone since death is the only certainty we have in life.

By believing himself to be such a powerful entity he might be just using Mikey. Sanzu is cunning, manipulative and violent(a violence that might be waaaay too much for his age and peers, unless the Sanzu that kills Mucho is actually in his 20’s and a time leaper). And why use mikey? Well, he is a strong and charismatic person, why not use him?

You might think: if he is using Mikey then why was he so worried when he jumped? Well… cause that would ruin whatever plans he had.

Now, how he time leaps? I haven’t thought of that hahah but if you have any idea, please share!

Anyways, I do belive Sanzu might be a lot more than we think. All the Akashi siblings actually.

Also, I believe he unalives Senju.

Another thing: if he doesn’t live with Mikey nor his family, where does he live???? And why was he wearing a suit when he killed Mucho? Could it be that he has a secret life passing as an adult since he does have the mind of one?

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hello! Your works are really amazing! If requests are open, can I request a smut of Sanzu who worships you? Like he's kind of obssessed to you like he's obssessed to Mikey. Thank you

Loyal Mad Dog: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

wc: 519

tw: NSFW

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a/n: omg not me realizing my praise kink goes wayyyyy deeper than I thought it did and borders on worship...

Tender kisses rain down on your legs and feet, which are held in gentle hands.

"Can't get enough of you," Sanzu murmurs, his blue eyes fluttering closed as his lips caress your ankle.

It's been like this since the beginning of your relationship - Sanzu comes to you and gives you as much affection and love as you desire before making love to you in his own special way. It keeps you with him on the hard days and fills your cup on the easy days, making you feel like a goddess among mortals.

"Sanzu, please," you whisper, angling his head up so that he looks you in the eyes, head nestled between your knees. "I want you... now."

Sanzu doesn't waste time with the formalities. He strips himself then takes his time undoing your lace lingerie, making sure his fingers touch every inch of your body and send electric shocks up and down your spine. When he bends you over the edge of the bed, Sanzu kisses from your neck to your waist, parting your legs with slow motions and taking his sweet time devouring your flesh. You know there's a trail of hickeys down your back, but you ignore this in favor of Sanzu's fingers on your clit, which are followed by his tongue dancing around your slit.

"Babe..." you whine, pressing into the mattress, but Sanzu doesn't reply, taking his sweet time with your cunt. You buck into the bed, but his tongue follows, hands gripping your ass fiercely.

"Stay right here, my love."

My love. You shiver when he calls you that, those two words drawing you out of yourself and into the mode of receiving what he was giving to you. Sanzu knows you from the crown of your head to the soles of your feet, and you were sure when he wasn't with Bonten, Sanzu was memorizing your body and everything about you.

When Sanzu slides himself inside of you, your head perks up, but his hand runs down your back, easing you onto your stomach again.

"Tell me if it doesn't feel good," he breathes. You nod into the sheets, gripping them tightly as his length rocks back and forth inside of you.

"Sanzu," you moan, raising up onto your tiptoes. "Sanzu..."

"I love it when you say my name like that." You keen again, moving your hips and trying to get him to go a little faster, but Sanzu leans over you, turning your head to the side so it's facing him. "Sweetheart, we're taking it slow tonight."

"I want more," you whisper. The pink-haired man shakes his head, tapping a kiss to your jaw.

"I want you to feel every inch of me for as long as I'm inside of you."

And you do.

Every stroke, every thrust, every kiss is meant for you, and no one else. Sanzu knows how to drive you crazy, how to make you feel like you're the only woman in the world for him. And it doesn't take him too much effort, because to him? You truly are the only woman in the world.