#bonten x reader

[kodzukenwhore]

open the door.

[emaxnon]

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who has been hopelessly devoted to you since the two of you were children. no matter how ugly life got, you stayed - you stayed when his own brother was treating him like shit, you stayed through toman, through tenjiku, through kanto manji, and now through bonten. every version of haruchiyo knew one thing for certain - you would still be there waiting for him. he kept you a secret almost all his life so you would never have to deal with his messed up life. only mikey knew.

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who accidentally lets bonten discover the one secret he's kept from everyone after an attack at his apartment. expecting to find a furious, bloodied sanzu, the executives are left speechless when the front door opens to a sleepy woman in one of his oversized shirts, a wedding band resting on her finger. ran forgets how to joke, rindou genuinely thinks they're at the wrong place, koko immediately notices the ring, and kakucho can only stare. before anyone can say a word, sanzu appears behind you, bruised but immediately pulling you behind him, gently checking your face for injuries before even acknowledging the others. the room falls silent. nobody can believe the same man who'd slaughter people without hesitation has a wife he'd hidden for years.

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who buys you flowers so often that every room in your home smells fresh. roses one day, peonies the next, lilies because they reminded him of your perfume, tulips just because he walked past a flower shop and thought about you. sometimes you wake up before him and find a small bouquet already sitting on your nightstand with a tiny note written in his messy handwriting that simply says, "saw these. thought of my wife."

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who slowly lets go of the drugs because of you. not because anyone ordered him to but because one night you held his face so gently and whispered that you wanted to grow old together. the idea of dying before he got wrinkles beside you suddenly became unbearable. still, there are bad days, sleepless nights, moments where his hands shake and his patience disappears. but every time he's close to giving in, he remembers your sleepy smile waiting for him at home.

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who can go from ordering someone's execution over the phone to asking if you want strawberries cut into heart shapes five minutes later. everyone in bonten fears him. they hear the coldness in his voice, see the blood on his hands, and avoid looking him in the eyes. then he walks through the front door, slips off his shoes, wraps his arms around your waist from behind, buries his face in your shoulder, and asks if you've eaten yet.

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who is embarrassingly clingy the second he's home. he'll complain if you don't greet him with a hug, dramatically asking if you've stopped loving him because you were folding laundry instead of running to the door. he follows you from room to room like a cat, resting his chin on your shoulder while you cook, sitting on the bathroom counter while you do your skincare, lying across your lap whenever you're trying to read.

sanzu "I love my wife" haruchiyo who never gets tired of calling you his wife. every conversation somehow circles back to it. "my wife likes this." "my wife made dinner." "my wife hates when I skip breakfast." even people who have never met you know exactly how obsessed he is. the executives exchange tired looks every time he brings you up for the hundredth time that week, but he couldn't care less. he waited his entire life to call you his wife, and now he plans on reminding everyone that you're his every chance he gets.

[makies]

“ RAGING TEENAGE HORMONES ” — w Tokyo Revengers !

What’s wrong with some teenage fantasies?

ft. Mikey, Rindou, Chifuyu, Sanzu, Kakucho, Draken

SANO MANJIRO — Having you hunt his beloved sleep is exhausting. He couldn’t even sleep a wink without you appearing in his dreams. It would’ve been fine if it were simple dreams of you guys hanging out — but his wet sheets, boxers and flaming up in his sleep — you are hunting him.

Emma’s best friend is staying for the night — you are staying for a sleepover. That’s what mikey heard.

Well, you sleeping over at their house wasn’t the problem at all. It’s you — following Emma, walking around in your sleeping gown as if it’s your house.

“Ngh.. gahhh”

“Shh… My family might hear you..” Mikey whispered, hushing you, fixing the way he sits on the bed before giving you a peck on your breast, his hips buckling up — deeper, to feel your heat.

He lifts your night gown just slightly above your waist, his hands holding your waist to keep them up. His dull, black orbs landed below, looking at how his manhood was swallowed by you completely.

His compact yet powerful arms slightly raised you up, just enough before the tip of his shaft detached from you. Lazily, he lets you fall down, releasing a groan. You felt a tap from your behind, Mikey signaling you to move for your pleasures.

You locked eyes with him, a hand placing on his puffy cheeks, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”

“Shit.” He cursed out, burying his face on your chest. Dick throbbing as he releases warm, thick liquid inside you. It was as good as a dream.

“Mikey, wake up! It’s time to eat!”

Woke up heading straight to the bathroom w his sheets in his hands. It’ll go on for days, even when you’re not around.

Emma will be worried and ask him to get his bladder checked thinking it’s just him peeing on his bed

His dreams always includes you doing the first move, telling him how much you love him — his cock and how you wanted him for a long time cuz deep inside that’s how he wants you to act in front of him :P

HAITANI RINDOU and his brother are greatly into fashion. They often attend fashion shows in VIP rooms with a drink in hand — watching to recruit their possibly new designers or models.

And a fashion show with beautiful females are a dream come true for a teenage boy — especially w the swimsuit runaways

“Have dinner with me.” The young boy asked — more like commanded, looking at your taller figure. You’ll say yes, he knows it. You can’t decline, they run the whole roppongi after all.

Him tracing those beautifully curved spine after a good drink of an expensive wine in a bar, your face buried on his pillows, releasing muffles whilst he ram his cock in your cunt.

Groping your huge circle cheeks below, spreading them wide; spitting on your ass hole as watch it slowly falls on your slit — his thrust keeping its speed. slow but deep.

“You like that, yeah?” He’ll ask.

“I want this ass only for my eyes. Okay, pretty?”

With enough slap in your ass, you’ll definitely understand him. He’ll keep you for his sole pleasure alone, a model of his own.

“Sure. Maybe in a few more years. Who knows, I might even let you hit.”

You ended up declining him and leaving him in his thoughts — he didn’t even chase for you, he was left there in a daze. He’s a spoiled child who hasn’t received a no after all. Will not tell Ran about you nor his perverted thoughts. Will forever be embarrassed he got declined.

Honestly thought it was easy to get a girl. His brother made it look so easy.

Will come and find you years later to do every fantasies he has thought of you. Back shot, missionary, cowgirl, sixty-nine — whatever it is, you’ll be doing it in a day.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO who finally got a nerd girlfriend — going out on their first date, finally seeing his nerdy girlfriend fix and tidy up herself just for him got his blood running.

You weren’t wearing anything revealing at all — It was just all on him. Maybe he got a little too excited on your first date?

“hah”

The blonde threw his head back, toes curling, as he releases heavy breaths. His hands aggressively oscillating between the tip and the end of his shaft.

*Ting*

The boy halted, his freehand took the phone from the nightstand whilst keeping the other hand holding his manhood; his thumb playing with the pinkish tip of his cock, flushing red from the forceful abuse.

Jgh, booboobear !! I can’t wait to see you again.

Sent a photo.

Oh, heaven, you look so damn perfect. He caught his lower lip beneath his upper teeth, closing his lids, “Oh, fuck.” He cursed out, looking at your photo as he cries your name in between breaths.

Who knew chifuyu was this perverted?

Would be so awkward facing you again. He’ll avoiding you and your gazed for 3 days bcs of his conscience !!Will ask you for more of your update photos next time just so he could jack off of you >>

SANZU HARUCHIYO go low for his devotion for Mikey.

He’d go stealing your panties when he heard from Baji that Mikey also likes you — also, meaning he also thinks you’re so cool even if you don’t how to fight; but kept on denying it knowing you’re Mikey’s possession already. His boss is his priority after all.

Going that low to steal your panties for the boss but ended keeping them and using it for his own instead. Surely, he can get another for Mikey, right?

*Snfffttttt*

Sanzu took a deep breath, head throwing back, hitting the interior of his room’s door with your undergarments in between his palm and nose, inhaling your feminine smell.

You smell so fucking great — it’s as if he’s getting high. It makes him so damn excited; blood rushing through his body.

His eyes fell to the clothed budge on his lower body — cock throbbing, hurting from too much hardness. Holding the panties with his teeth, his hands took off his lower clothing, releasing his massive erection.

A groan in pleasure came out on the young adult’s mouth from the sudden contact of his hardened shaft to his abdomen. A hand reached for the underwear once more — eyes rolling back after sniffling the pleasant smell. His free hand made its way to his throbbing erection, gently stroking the hard rock cock.

“Ahhhhh, fuckkk..”

You’re so fucking addictive — more addictive than a damn drug.

Would definitely snoop in your room to steal more undergarments when the fragrance from the old one he’s using is gone. ( and will forget that he even started this addiction for Mikey )

He’d always be hard in your presence — when you’re passing by — smelling your perfume — he’d have perverted thoughts of you every time he sees you.

KAKUCHO HITTO having you as his childhood friend in the orphanage with izana, a person whom he used to sleeps together in the same bed.

One day, you caught a cold; and the thin blanket from the orphanage isn’t helping. Izana suggested that Kakucho should warm you up — the black haired latter also agreed knowing his intentions are pure. They were. Or they used to.

“Kakucho?” You called out to Kakucho who’s hugging you from behind. He was quiet — awfully at that.

“Are you asleep?” Again, you called out, about to look behind to face the young man; but, were abruptly halted when his muscular arms pulled you closer.

“I…Isn’t it a bit too hot?” He finally spoke.

“No, It’s fine. Thank you so much, Kakucho. I’ll take a bathroom break, okay? Stay here for me.”

You pushed yourself out of the mattress, sitting up and looking sideways to take a glimpse of Kakucho whose eyes are closed, flushed red, sweating too much.

“Oh no, did you catch my cold?” You asked, leaning towards Kakucho and placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “Thank God you’re not that hot.” You said, leaving the young man on the bed.

Yes, thank God. Thank God you finally left.

Kakucho took a weary breath, pulling the blanket above his shoulders and placing a pillow between his arms.

Calm yourself.

He thought to himself, but the thought of you — placed in between his arms; so small, something that he could manhandle so easily — and your sweet fragrance that still lingers on the pillow he’s hugging is getting his blood pumping.

Brain fogged, Kakucho slowly placed pressure between him and the pillow — his hardened cock, aching to receive some friction. He’s so dirty minded, the guilt will surely eat him later.

“Kakucho?”

You’d ask him why he’s so covered up while burning up from the heat, taking a bath from his own sweat. He’d make up excuses, saying he’s just warming himself up for you; literally, a loyal dog in heat.

RYUUGUJI KEN with his infinite patience and understanding would admit he had teenage boners from you but with pure, clean, genuine intentions. Instead of thinking something perverted — naughty, he’d have thoughts of you having his children, taking care of them, carrying them from your belly to your slender arms.

Draken fixed his oversized white t-shirt, pulling it from the hem to make it lower; hiding his erected length. He watches you as you stood in front of him, lending a hand to the children who tripped on the sidewalk on your way home.

You’ve always been good with kids; one of the things ryuuguji ken likes about you. He imagine you being such a good mother — starting a family with you.

Him showing you his massaging skill, giving you relief every time your back hurts from carrying his child. He’s sure, you’ll look so damn pretty with his child in your belly.

He’s willing to serve you wholeheartedly. You only need to stay by his side, take his sperms — I mean, children; and he’d give you his whole world. But you should dirty talk him some times, and

Maybe he’d also like the process of making it.

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[reissancesstuff]

Can I please get something with someone talking about going after Kanto Mikey’s oblivious but sweet girlfriend. Dark impulse activated. 🔪

“say that again.”

kanto manjiro sano (mikey) x fem!reader

warnings: dark impulse mikey, possessiveness, threats

you don’t hear it.

but mikey does.

the moment it slips past the guy’s lips—careless, playful, stupid—something in him stills.

he was just a shadow in the back of the room a second ago. quiet. unreadable.

but now?

now he’s listening.

"—you seen that girl mikey’s always with? real cute. wonder if she’s as sweet in bed as she looks on his arm."

someone chuckles.

someone else whistles.

"bet she wouldn’t mind a guy who actually knows how to smile. mikey always looks half-dead. think she’d let me—"

crack.

the guy doesn't finish the sentence.

because mikey’s chair scrapes back slow. deliberate.

and the next sound is the sharp, ugly thud of knuckles slamming bone.

you weren’t even in the room.

but he heard it.

you—his soft little girl who still thinks the world is kind.

who wears his hoodie like it’s armor.

who doesn’t know half the shit he’s done just to keep that smile on your face safe.

you would’ve smiled at the guy if he approached you.

probably would’ve been nice. too nice. that’s just who you are.

but mikey knows what guys like that mean.

and now?

so does he.

the guy’s on the floor. blood in his mouth. gasping.

“what the hell, man?! it was just a joke!”

mikey’s voice is low. flat. too calm.

but his eyes? his eyes are pitch black.

“say it again.”

his foot comes down, hard, right beside the guy’s head.

“go on,” he whispers. “you were brave enough a second ago. finish the joke.”

silence.

everyone in the room holds their breath.

mikey crouches down—slow, almost casual. and when he speaks, it’s still soft.

“you think you can look at her like that? think you can talk about her like she’s something you can take?”

he tilts his head. the corner of his lip twitches—not a smile.

“you think you can walk out of here with your tongue still in your mouth?”

he laughs then. quietly.

“nah.”

a pause. a hum.

“you don’t get to want her. you don’t get to see her. you don’t even get to say her name.”

and then he leans in real close, whispers—

“you ever breathe in her direction again, i’ll bury you before sunset.”

his fist tightens.

but before he can throw another punch, his phone buzzes.

it’s a text.

you: what time r u coming over? i miss u

he reads it.

his expression softens instantly. like someone flipped a switch.

he pockets the phone. stands. straightens his hoodie.

then he turns his back on the room—on the guy still bleeding on the floor—and walks off like none of it ever happened.

later that night, you greet him with sleepy eyes and open arms. you don’t ask why he smells like cigarette smoke and dust. you just press a kiss to his cheek and murmur, “missed you.”

and he pulls you into his chest. breathes you in.

like you’re his only tether to the earth.

because you are.

and you’ll never know what it took to keep it that way.

[focksie]

Literally Bonten

[c-monthecob]

When Bonten says they're gonna harvest my organs instead of passing me around like a hot potato

[jardanikos]

Obsession is not the same as devotion

This is quite a controversial topic. A lot of men and women want their partner to be obsessed with them, because they think that someone obsessed with them equals guaranteed loyalty.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Someone who’s obsessed can still cheat on you, betray you, disappear without a trace, or even abandon you. On the other hand, someone who’s devoted to you—without being obsessed—builds their bond on loyalty, respect, and consistency.

Obsession is instability. Devotion is sustainable.

Obsession = volatility.

Devotion = loyalty.

You don’t need someone obsessed with you. You need someone who’s sure about you—and about themselves. That’s the only real sign you should look for. Not their looks, not their money, not their status.

You might ask yourself: Are they sure about me?

And you’ll know they are because they do things for you—effortlessly, without being asked or begged. That alone creates a clear difference from the way they treat everyone else. You don’t need to chase, beg, or convince them. Love isn’t just about being infatuated. Love is logistics. Obsession burns out over time, but devotion lasts the more you nurture it.

By the way, I came up with all this while eating a bowl of cereal at 3 a.m., lol.

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev.

cont. two

synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: i just want the drama >:) may make more parts, and even extend said headcannons into longer fics in the future, but wanted to post something quick for mother’s day. hope you enjoy!

When you disappeared off the face of the earth, MIKEY had never been the same. One fight. One argument that spiraled out of control, and you were just gone...

He had people looking for you for about a couple years, the trail ran cold after a while and he had half a mind to think you were dead. Up until he got intel of your whereabouts one morning during a meeting.

That man got up and left immediately.

He wasn’t accompanied with any of his men, only because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention in the broad daylight. Sure, him wearing a black hood, ball cap, and mask in a park didn’t really help him look inconspicuous but it at least concealed his identity enough for him to blend in. Mikey sat on a bench for a good forty minutes, anxious, making anyone who passed him shiver from his intense aura alone; even birds walked around him. After almost an hour of waiting, he began to feel frustrated. Perhaps, the intel was false. Just as he went to stand, already conjuring up ways to have Sanzu execute the idiot who wasted his time, he heard it.

Your voice. Seizing him, like a siren’s call.

His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.

However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”

“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”

“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.

A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?

How could you…how could you?

Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.

By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?

RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.

He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?

Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”

Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”

“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”

He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”

The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”

Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.

After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”

The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”

“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”

She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”

“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”

The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”

This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.

“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”

The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”

Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.

“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”

Ran’s smirk dropped.

Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.

SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.

However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.

And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.

He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…

“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”

Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.

Wait…Mister? Not…dad?

The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”

Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?

The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”

You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.

So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?

“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”

“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.

Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”

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