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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Mikey's girl

Warning : minors DNI, 16+. Suggestive, heavy/strong language, blood, injury, Bonten being gossips but nothing more, kinda comical and funny !

Pairing : Bonten! Mikey x Female! Reader

Summary : what about meeting the Bonten ?

Since the day he met you, Mikey tried his best to keep you away from his gang life. Until that night...

Note : This is a short one shot, no one requested this, it's just a small thing I've been imagining before going to bed lol right after writing this I'll be back to your requests guys !

WORD COUNT : Around 6000

PART TWO : HERE

Running out of time.

Running out of thoughts.

Pedal to the floor, Sanzu pressed it until the dash indicated a number way out of speed limits.

A road, a race.

Not against a car, against time.

Against death.

And he didn't even knew where to go, which turn to take next, all he knew was that, damn, Ran is a motherfucker and Rindou an asshole, but Mikey would kill him if the elder died on his backseat.

-" Fuck, Mikey, we can't go to the hospital. "

That one, sitting right on the passenger seat had his fist against his mouth, biting hard on his fingers. Before he could even look at Sanzu or answer, Rindou's voice cut off from behind.

-" I don't fucking care about prison, you go to that shitty hospital. "

Dark irises peered through the car's central mirror, at Rindou's shape sitting on the backseat.His brother had his head his lap and his feet on Kakucho's.

The youngest Haitani sustained his boss' look, though trembling from inside, he kept a stoic face stained with his brother's blood, hands pressing Ran's thigh to slow down the bleeding.

If the road wasn't blurry from the speed Sanzu was hitting, if Ran Haitani was not bleeding to death on the backseat of his car, Mikey would have slashed Rindou's throat open for that order. Yet, Rindou was stained with his elder brother's blood, on the verge of losing him.

How couldn't he understand ? Especially him, who's brother have been stolen from him, who couldn't even get a look at his face one last time ? Through his hollow chest, there was still something beating, beating for him to do the right thing.

The right thing, the right one, the idea clicked in his head.

-" Take the right turn to Ebisu. Tsubaki's district. "

Bonten's second nodded, took the right turn just in time to head for Ebisu and was almost startled by Rindou's voice shouting from behind.

-" Mikey you fucking serious ? You... You know what ? Drop us. "

-" Rin' " Kakucho tried only to be cut off again by that one.

-" Just drop us at the hospital and you can go back to the headquarters. "

Pleading eye glance was dressed by an angry stare in Rindou's eyes, one that has been promptly ignored by Mikey who just started guiding Sanzu through the dimly lit streets.

Scoffing loudly, the Haitani brought his eyes to his brother's head on his lap, droopy eyes,shallow breathing, and a burning fever.

What the fuck is going on ? He wanted to scream.

-" I... I don't get it, you removed the bullet from his leg, why ain't he getting better ?"

Kakucho, receiving his question sighed loudly trying to calm his frantic heartbeats. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, along with the worry for his friend, he shrugged.

-" I don't know, maybe an artery has been touched ?"

-" And what the hell do we do-"

They were almost propelled forward by the power at which Sanzu had parked, immediately noticing that they were now in a residential area.

-" Wh-"

-" Stay here. I'll be back in a minute. "

Mikey left no room for argument, quickly getting out of the car and making his way to one of the houses, knocking at the door.

Be here, he prayed inside. Be here...

Multiple questions and death glares from Rindou toward the house after, the lights inside the house turned on.

2.am in the morning they knock at your door, every woman should have been afraid to even get up from bed.

But how to even be scared ?

There, all your dreams taking the shape of a man sharing your bed since weeks and weeks, standing in your front porch light.

The magnet to your smile, Sano Manjiro, he was a regular of your front door, the gift of the late night for you. So much, you hadn't even changed from your Pajama shorts and strapped top, nothing he hadn't seen anyway.

Only for a minute, the universe pretended it loved him. For a split second, there was just... Manjiro, and you. Because his heart had beaten like when he was a kid, a happy kid, seeing the smile you offered him with sleepy eyes.

What a shame if his old friends knew, after years of trying, the thing lifting him from the floor to be a weak small woman...

But your smile dropped as soon, remarking that he wasn't coming inside like he used to do, taking the hand you offered that it took him some time to get used to, but eventually started leaning in your touch.

-" A bitch, really ?" Rindou scoffed from the car, far from your eyes and ears. Indignation filled his blood but he was soon shushed by Sanzu and a frowning Kakucho.

-" She's not one of our girls" Sanzu explained, confused. " I don't know this place. "

They three watched their boss interacting with the young woman from afar, and stiffened when both of them started walking toward the car before Mikey opened the rear door from Rindou's side.

-" Here he is. " He showed you a rather tall man, head and feet resting on two frowning men legs. The street as well as the inside of the car were dimly lit, you could not see much more than blood flowing from the middle of his thigh, where his pants have been ripped. Mikey opened the door a little bit more when you crouched down next to the car, startled by the hand of the man gripping yours even before you could touch the injured man's face.

Guilt was a foreign principle for Rindou yet he could have sworn that was exactly what he had felt the minute the girl's doe eyes peered at him, maybe far, far from that sad reality where he was holding his brother's bleeding body, he would've took a minute to admire how beautiful she was...

Sensing his reluctance toward you, you pulled your hand away from him and peered at Mikey, standing next to you. You might have missed the dark glare he sent toward Rindou...

-" You told me he has fever, right ?"

He nodded, turning back to you. Frowning, you looked at the three men inside the car who already were eyeing you curiously.

-" Do you still have the bullet ?"

-" Are you fucking kidding me ?" The one with the purple mullet answered you, you pulled your head back surprised by the hostility in his tone. " Why in hell would we k-"

-" It's here " the one with the scarred face cut him off with a hurry, leaning toward the car's floor to reach for the bullet he threw there previously. He hadn't missed the step Mikey had took toward the car after hearing Rindou's answer, it was nor the time neither the place for fighting.

Taking the bullet from him, at first nothing seemed special about it. Yet you had your idea about the fever, and went to smell that one. Other than the smell of smoke and blood, and there was an after smell to it. One you used to smell at the hospital shifts...

The ball has been damaged, either from the impact or when removed from his body, but what had caught your attention was the dark, heavy paste adorning the crooked bullet, your head fell slightly backward in a curse.

-" Fuck... "

All of them frowned, but Mikey did because you rarely cursed, Rindou was faster to ask about what the fuck you mean. His words.

-" The bullets have been laced by curare. A deadly poison. "

His heart missed several beats, eyes going naturally back to his brother who already had passed out, his throat felt tight, and he couldn't even focus on your words when you stood up and mumbled to Mikey to get him inside your house.

Turning the living room lights on, Mikey moved your table out of the way while Rindou and Kakucho lifted Ran's body until your couch.

- " I'll be back in a minute" you whispered to Mikey before heading toward the bathroom, working at a hospital, your first aid kit was more like a whole surgery equipment.

All of their eyes watched you as you came back to the living room, hands full of medical equipment you put on the table before crouching down next to Ran who was lying on your couch, and there under the light they could finally take a better look at you.

And they were stunned...

Mainly because well, you looked like nothing of the usual girls they had at their clubs. Your face was empty of all make-up, your hair was loose falling around your face, but how attractive was that raw, natural sight...

Kakucho leaning with his elbows on the back of the couch, Rindou standing right next to him and Sanzu standing next to the armchair Mikey sat on, all of them eyes were on you.

And to say questions were eating their brain alive wouldn't be out of place. It was obvious with every rapid flutter of your lashes hitting those cheekbones, from your wide-eyed gaze, too pretty, too young, too pure for this, them, and him.

But you hands didn't shook, you didn't hesitated a second before wrapping the sterilized tourniquet around his leg, and to say the strength you put in that one woke Ran up screaming from pain... Well, you might be perfect for Mikey, they thought.

-" The hell-" Ran arched his back and breathed heavily, hand reaching his thigh to remove the pressure, as Rindou's hand pushed him flat on the couch, a soft one stopped him, he landed his eyes on you and-

It might have been the poison, the pain, but no one ever looked at him so... Truly.

-" I know it hurts, but you've been poisoned. I don't want the curare to reach your heart".

And just like that, a man surrendered. It all took a pretty shiny eye color, smooth hair surrounding feminine features, and a tiny voice coming from enticing lips to wreck his guards and make him drop his hand, make him take the pain.

Okay, you thought to yourself. This is do or die, the shallow breathing he had could be either because of the pain, or because the curare reached his lungs...

Was it too late or not, you were gonna give him the antidote.

-" Why'd you made this ?" The one with the mullet gestured toward the tourniquet, you went to answer but he cut you off again. " You better not make him lose a leg or whatever shit you've done it for, if he lost it-"

-" If he lost it what ?" Your voice rose up, dropping the syringe you previously had in hand to put both of your palms flat on the couch.

-" This, i'm only tryna repair your mistake. " You glared at him under everyone's surprised expressions. " Who do you think you are, removing the bullet as if you were doctor House ? That's the result of your recklessness, the poison spread faster and I'm trying here to limit it so you better shut up and not shout at me under my own roof".

Stunned, once again, no one found the words actually. It was obvious Rindou was upset, from how tight he was clenching his fists, however you managed to convince him to let you do your job.

As for Mikey, he simply could not take his eyes off of you.

You, his moonlight secret, the tide of his feelings, ones he thought he would never experience again. It all started with a smile, and before he could understand anything, a night a week, two nights a week, to an additional tooth brush in your bathroom, left t-shirts, and this house became a home.

Sure he knew you deserved way better, yet once you let the devil in your front porch come inside, again, and again, it felt right. He held you tight, and that was all that you seemed to need, his bruising hold, his cold hands and rough touches.

Took and kept him in your hands in order not to break him as if he was a promise, let the devil inside and kissed all of his demons.

You were all softness and delicacy, that was mainly why he has been surprised by the daggers your eyes threw at Rindou, and damn his heart missed some beats when you got all of his men tail between their legs with just a higher voice. That is when pride bloomed in his chest, seeing you head high in order not to drop the crown, his crown.

His queen.

It did not stopped him from glaring at Rindou however, while you were busy administering the treatment to his brother. Needless to say has it been another random girl of their clubs, he would not even care.

But you, the missing heart beat, the late night rendezvous, the tatoo-lingering kiss, he felt personally offended.

Thanks God, after minutes of giving him the treatment, the so-called Ran seemed more connected to reality. The tourniquet must have been done right before the poison could reach any higher parts and it was only his luck. And thank God, curare's antidote was a simple myasthenia's treatment, one you could easily have home, otherwise the ending would have been different.

They all watched you as you stitched him and him wincing from time to time, then the man with a scar along his face helped you throwing all the dirt.

Strange was it how you didn't even felt threatened. An angel standing in silk pajama lingerie, surrounded by demons who could not keep their eyes off of your bare legs under your camisole shorts, off of your breasts perking up under the silk strapped top.

Why would you be afraid ? Satan himself glared at his demons and soon their four pairs of eyes found the floor very much more interesting than his angel.

-" How ya feeling ?" Rindou asked his brother once you left to " make some coffee".

-" I'm good, thanks to her. You should... You kinda fucked up tho " he answered while eyeing his boss from the corner of his eye. Rindou who was leaning against the couch sighed, he knew he kind of loses it everytime Ran would be in the middle of it, and he regretted it now, really.

-" Yeah, your girl saved the day Mikey".

That was Sanzu trying to get crumbs of the truth and Kakucho elbowing him discreetly. Truth be said, he has been smelling the smoke and now he caught the fire. Usually he would be driving his boss home after missions, the late months were the exception since he preferred using his own bike, one that he didn't touched since years actually.

His usual spot at the VIP floor of the club where he would be silently mourning has been empty, and oh that was definitely not a white hair of his on his black turtleneck.

Mikey knew perfectly what Sanzu was doing and therefore just ignored his statement, would it confirm his thought ? That you were his girl? Let that sink in.

-" Here !" Your soft voice almost sang, bringing a busy tray with several coffee cups. You put that one on the table and quickly made your way back to the kitchen, fighting the smile on your face once Mikey's eyes got stuck on the plate of his favorite pastries you brought and put on the table. Needless to say he was the first one to reach them, your cooking never failed to impress him.

-" Thank you, for this and... " The man with a scar and heterochromatic eyes started, before Rindou grabbed a bowl of coffee and locked eyes with you.

-" And sorry for... You know. He's my brother and... "

-" I get it " you flashed a smile that had his heart sinking in his chest, impression or not the room warmed like water with it.

-" We own you one " That was Ran, lazily smiling with droopy eyes from the couch. He more than everyone in there was shamelessly eyeing you from head to toe, the fever he had experienced previously waking up his lower belly now that he could take a better look at you.

Their boss knew, and they all knew the unspoken forbidden words choking everyone of them at that moment ; what in the heaven, hell or earth had put such a blessing in Manjiro Sano's blood stained hands ?

-" And those ones are Mikey's favorites by the way " he precised toward the pastries.

You chuckled, and everyone, even the most heartless of them all felt it, the light seeping through all of their darkness.

-" I know, I always have some for him. "

Always, there was it, the fire Sanzu had spotted from miles. Rindou's weary expression turned into a whole surprised face, because damn, you were it. Perfect, either was it your face, your features, or just how every curve of you was a kiss for the eyes.

It was your beauty for Ran, the blooming young one, the forbidden thing for dirty men like them.

It was your devotion and honey-dripping self for Kakucho, how is it that their boss haven't drained you of all colors ?

It was your fierce for Sanzu, how you put Rindou back in his place just as if you were raised by Mikey himself.

And your wit for Rindou, useful hands, smartness, knew from A to Z how to deal with a poisoned bullet.

And they could go on for the night, why this house shouldn't be soiled by him, nor by them actually. The fact was, his hand reached for your waist and pulled you into his lap, and the smile you gave him could light up the whole town.

And there she was, his solace in the grip of his hands. He knew what they all thought and he thought it too.

Too good, too pretty, too much for him. One day, you would figure it out and leave him but, his heart beats were a countdown until you would realize it.

And you'd blew him away. He'd be blue.

Until then, he would take them soul crashing glances and enchanted kisses, see would the darkness swallow the light ? Or would the latter shine through?

-" Well... Think it's time for us to go " Kakucho cleared his throat and threw warning glances at his three co-workers. They were staring.

-" Oh, just leave him on the couch. It's better not to shake his leg for now " you warned Rindou who was about to help Ran to get up, the elder brother gulped down at the enticing thought of staying and they all looked at Mikey.

-" I'm gonna take a shower."

That was it, his answer. He would be staying, for sure he would never leave you alone with Ran. Well, he would have been staying anyway...

Sanzu's eyes widened slightly as he peered at his co-workers, Rindou had actually the same reaction, until Kakucho implicitly pushed all of them outside, waving good-bye at all of you and telling Ran to have some rest.

Back to the car, and Kakucho counted.

One, two, three...

-" The actual fuck ?"

The whole neighborhood must have been woken up by Sanzu's loudness at this rate, he turned to look at Rindou sitting on the passenger seat and Kakucho on the back.

-" The actual fuck is Mikey getting his kicks with the glamour-puss when we thought he was depressed as hell " Rindou replied, pulling his hair back still incredulous of what he just witnessed.

-" Could you drive us all home already ? " Kakucho rolled his eyes, earning curious glances from his friends.

-" Really? That's all you got to say ?"

-" Well..." He sighed and rubbed his eyelids. "She is obviously... something else, I'm happy for him though, man has been through hell. "

-" Something else ? " Rindou mimicked. " She's a damn dreamboat. "

-" And she's a nurse, maybe even a doctor. Like, she has degrees hanging on her wall-"

-" Fresh clean pussy " The youngest Haitani chuckled soon followed by Sanzu.

-" Think Mikey fucks her as hard as he kicks ?"

-" Let's watch how she walks tomorrow and we'll know ".

-" You two are the reason why we can't have a Bible " Kakucho winced in a disgusted face, soon enough they started the car and he knew he would not stop hearing about it...

•••

Washing the thoughts under the water, the devil would have traded his hell, to let the water purify his sins. Once in a lifetime, Satan had wished to repent, all to be worthy of that damn forbidden fruit. Once in a lifetime his chest wasn't empty, it was filled with concrete-like worries, not good enough, not good at all.

As always, too swallowed in his own darkness, Mikey didn't heard the bathroom's door opening nor the clothes hitting the floor, and almost got startled by the warm hands wrapping around him.

When you are young you know nothing, they say. But you knew. He was walking some of his darkest alleys again, so hard to follow him through.

But it was alright, you just held him and if you two stumbled in the dark, then you'd fall together.

No words were needed, you turned him around and all the unspoken were in your eyes. Fever dream kisses, light touches on his cheeks, whispered sweet nothings built a wall between him and his demons.

Your hands pushed harder on his shoulders, frowning he looked at you and you whispered a " Trust me". He trusted no one.

But...

He dropped on his knees for you.

You smiled at him and your fingertips started massaging his scalp, washing his hair for him. Mikey hummed in silence, and slowly, like a sleepy child his head fell between your breasts.

Even your heart beats hummed a sweet melody for him, steady and slow, like whispering no rush, I'm not going anywhere.

-" You're so pretty... " You whispered, and smiled when he just growled.

As if you don't like it, you thought and rolled your eyes. And he did like it indeed, but he would never admit, burying his head deeper against you.

How could, whatever God after years of cursed fate, gift him such a blessing ? His arms tightened around you in another bruising hold, but you didn't said anything. You just took all of him, and he wondered was there a part of him you didn't took ? Did you even left anything for him, once you'd be gone ?

-" You gotta close your eyes " you whispered grabbing the shampoo bottle, Mikey looked up toward you.

No, they would come back.

And you were there, raw for him, nothing in between your two naked bodies except the water washing the sins away. The only sight that would ever give him goosebumps, you just had to be there, and he was not empty anymore.

-" I... don't like darkness."

And you were the light. Why would he close his eyes ?

On his knees in front of you the king admitted defeat, undressing his fears, and you swore to be there whenever his crown would be too heavy to carry.

The love caressed his cheek softly, no need to run, in your arms his darkness was tamed.

You drew stars around his scars, and like a blood stain marked him forever. Holy was the vision of the devil getting his wings washed, did it really matter if the angel would be stained ?

This was Manjiro Sano trying. He would change the ending, Peter would not lose Wendy, the bridges would not burn down, and the sun would rise on a whole new day after the dark night.

'cause after the poison, the blood, there were only two bodies loving each other in the middle of the night. One single heart beat, one skin, where you ended ? Where he began ? Holding yourselves so tightly it was just too hard to tell.

And in the end of the day, it was all that mattered.

•••

-" Dude, I'm telling ya. She's his girlfriend, not a bitch " Rindou explained to Kokonoi, Takeomi and Mochi. The first sitting behind his desk, he was working until late night when they all came in talking non sense about their boss having an affair, Takeomi was about to leave as well as Mochi.

-" we're talking about Mikey... Like, Mikey, like... White hair, dark impulse, Dorayaki ?" Kokonoi inquired with a confused face, only for both Rindou and Sanzu to nod their heads.

-" I don't believe you. "

-" No one fucking talked to you " Haruchiyo snapped toward his brother who just ignored him.

-" Either you do or not, he's home with her now, and Ran is there too. " Rindou pointed only to be stopped by Mochi.

-" What the fuck is Ran doing ther- you know what ? I don't want to know these kind of details."

-" He's been injured, and she is a nurse-"

-" A doctor, I'm telling you " Sanzu popped a pill from his bottle with a suggestive look.

-" And she's fucking hot, like... Lava hot. "

-" Like « I'm on the cover of playboy magazine » Hot " Haruchiyo added, Kokonoi rolled his eyes again.

-" I honestly don't trust your taste in women."

-" Kakucho ?" Rindou asked for the latter's say in the matter. That one who just sat on the couch sighed, crossing his legs and looked at Kokonoi dead in the eyes.

-" She's fucking gorgeous. "

-" Aha !" That was Sanzu, obviously, who was told he was too loud from his brother and who answered him with a middle finger.

It was usually this way,Bonten, all blood and guns from the outside, gossip girls behind closed doors.

Takeomi was about to add that he trusted Kakucho's taste more than the two others when the sound of Rindou's phone echoed through the room.

-" It's a Video call from Ran " he frowned, some of them gathered around him as soon as he answered it, seeing his brother's face on the screen.

-" Yo ! Aren't ya supposed to be sleeping?"

But no sign if tiredness was perceived in his face, he strangely was more... Interested.

-" What the actual glamour-puss fuck ?" He asked, getting his face even closer from the screen earning a chuckle from Mochi and Sanzu.

-" That's exactly what I said !" His brother pointed with wide eyes, but Ran was not done yet...

-" Wait bro, that's... "

He stood silent for a minute, dropping the phone on the couch which made his brother and co-workers frown.

-" Hey, you there ?" Silence... " Ran ?!"

Suddenly, the screen showed his wide eyes and a smug grin again.

-" Damn you'll never believe me, but I'm hearing moans, fucking moans !" He whispered-yelled the last part, the reactions were either a scoff or wide eyes.

-" quit shitting and go to sleep alr-"

-" I swear to fucking God, Rin' you know my face when I'm lying. They're in the bathroom, and there's fucking moans !"

They watched the younger brother's eyes widening, yes he knew his face when he was lying, and it was not that one.

-" Oh fuck-"

-" How's it ?" Kokonoi inquired curiously, like all of them trying to hear anything.

-" Quite sexy actually, softest moans I've ever heard I think... "

-" Can you record ?" Sanzu asked before getting an incredulous look from Kakucho.

-" Ran go to fucking sleep-" that one was cut off by Rindou.

-" No, can you get up ? "

-" Steal panties !"

" Mikey's gonna bury you alive " Mochi warned him, the confusion previously in the room replaced by an incredible unusual light atmosphere. They were simply acting as children and they knew it, but it was all so new coming from their boss, the usual iceberg that no one could even help it.

Even Kakucho, the one calling them out for their behaviours found the thought of your moans... Interesting.

-" I'm not stealing the panties. " Ran rolled his eyes, and in front of his friend's silence, he added. " but I'm recording. "

-" You all are so twist-"

It hit, it sounded, and weighted like a ton falling on their shoulders. Upstairs, where both of you were minding your own business, a particular thrust from Mikey sent you to overdrive, had your eyes rolling in the back of your head and legs trembling, crying his name so loud they heard you from the other side of the line.

All were kind of stunned, the voice moaning being cotton-candy soft, well now it had nothing holy...

-" Damn..." Ran's eyes drifted toward th ceiling, gulping down.

-" Keep.your.both.hands.on.the.phone. !"

PART TWO : AVAILABLE HERE

SANZU'S GIRL : SOON TO COME

Honestly, I don't know if I cringed so hard or if I laughed writing this, I'll just let you decide which one to pick but I couldn't just not write it, it has been haunting my brain for a whole night lol.

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eetherealgoddess · 3 days

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Can we get another hybird fic?

ꨄOur Pet Humanꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Hybrid Au

❦You’re a human surviving in the world of hybrids❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

❣︎Also, the other bonten members (except mochi) are in this story❣︎

Not fully proofread!

Japanese language is red

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Our Pet Human

You ignore the filthy fumes sneaking into your nostrils as you use your hands to dig through the piles of trash lying inside the dumpster. You tear open a bag or two as you go, searching for any kind of food you could get your paws on. You ignore the pain forming in your stomach from the lack of nutrients, sweat falling down your forehead as half of your body is hanging inside the compartment. The last meal you consumed was from the company you were transferred to, auctioned off to the highest bidder just for the cycle to repeat.

At the time you were so focused on escaping that you forgot to think about the long term effects like food supply, shelter, clothing, etc. You snatch the half eaten treat and push against the dumpster until you’re on your feet. You shove the delicacy in your mouth quickly before chewing fast, a few crumbs falling from your face. You wipe your mouth using the back of your wrist. You drop your body to the concrete next to the dumpster, pulling your knees under your chin. You lie your arms across as you lean your head over, face resting against your legs.

You reminisce about the time in which you lived normally when humans were at the top of the hierarchy. Hybrids were a recent creation, only having been a result of an experimentation your species studied. By chance, they were able to manipulate the scientists into believing that they would make the perfect pets. Time went on as the hybrids were bought and sold, mostly by the rich. Once there were plenty out of their cages, they took over by force.

Blood was everywhere as chaos filled the streets. One by one families and individuals who owned the species were slaughtered just as the hybrids figured out their own control system, mimicking the humans idea by selling humans to anyone who’d buy depending on the ‘quality.’ As a human, you could be sold as a pet, servant, maid, heat guide, or even food. You could’ve been sold as anything though after you were caught and switched from country to country, you had enough. You didn’t agree with the idea when humans ruled and you definitely don’t agree with how things are now.

You lift your head slightly before eyeing the bruises and cuts that lathered your arms and legs. There is a medium sized tear on your grimy shirt, displaying some of the marks on your torso. You sigh before brainstorming your next move. Pulled out of your head, you hear footsteps coming near. Your eyes widen as you cover your mouth. You look around swiftly, noticing your lack of escape routes as you use your other arm to tighten the grip around your legs, the feeling of being stuck prominent.

Fuck, why did my stupid ass rest here?

You could only remain stationary as the footsteps grew louder, indicating the close vicinity of the stranger. You make an attempt at making yourself smaller as you scoot closer to the corner where the dumpster and wall meet, your back against the large object as you continue to hold your knees against your chest. You were nervous of the hybrid’s ability to sniff out the prey, hoping that the garbage smell will cover your natural scent.

Your breath hitches as you look straight ahead, the footsteps halting in front of the dumpster, slightly diagonal to where you’re hiding. You hear a low hum before the footsteps return though the sound seems to shrink as a minute passes. You slowly peak from the side of the garbage and eye the figure walking back in the direction they came. You eye his tall torso and broad shoulders, the white leopard printed tail swaying behind him as he slowly strides away, a hand running through his short lilac locks, bringing your attention to the ears that have the same print as his tail.

You release a sigh before turning back into your position, only to release a gasp as sharp blue eyes fill your vision. The pink haired man snatched your arm before you could react, his blonde yet spotted ears falling back as his tail thrashed. His claws pierce your skin which caused a sharp pain to shoot up your arm. He pulls you to eye level as you grimace.

“What do you think you’re doing here, human?” The jaguar says in a language you don’t understand. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you explain, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

He stares at you for a moment before a grin reaches his expression. The purple suited man drags you along, following the same path as the leopard from before.

You struggle in his grip as he pulls you along seeming to do no damage as he didn’t release his hold. You gasp as he squeezed your wrist painfully. You pull your other arm back and land a fist on his shoulder before aiming at his head, only for him to dodge it and grab your fist, yanking you to fall on your knees in front of him. He released you before grabbing your chin and pulling you forward as he leaned over.

“Behave.” He states in your language, giving you a stern look. His sharp gaze pierced your soul as you suck your teeth in annoyance.

“Then let me go.” You demand. An eyebrow raised on his face as he smirked.

“We’re gonna fix that mouth of yours.” He released your chin before snatching you by the collar and pulling you along once more. You allow him to act this time, not wanting to push your luck and become his next meal. You’re forced to head towards the large building. Once you enter, your orbs meet with purple.

“Hm. I thought I smelled a pesky little vermin.” A sly grin falls upon the familiar male’s face as he observes you. You glare at his insult, planning a retort though another hybrid beat you to it.

“All I smell is garbage. Is that where you found this thing, Sanzu?” The male standing to the right of the short haired man, his ears and tail matching that of the taller male. Purple bangs hover over his eyes as he gives you a blank stare, his hands hidden inside of his pockets. You eye the matching symbol on his neck and guess that the two purple eyed men must be siblings. He turns his attention to the pink haired jaguar after the last sentence, his tail hanging low, twitching at the end.

“I brought a gift for Mikey.” Sanzu gives a pleased smile as he walks to the elevator, continuing to force you along as the brothers follow along.

“Shouldn’t you give it a bath first? I’m curious to see it all cleaned up.” The taller man leaned his back against the wall of the elevator. You could only switch your gaze back and forth as you couldn’t decipher their conversation, giving up and turning away with your own arms crossed. After the shorter leopard pressed a button, you felt the room move upward.

Once you make it to the correct floor, you all walk off once the elevator doors slide open. The hand on your collar moves to one of your wrists as you’re guided to a door at the end of the hall, stumbling behind the three pigmented men. Just as the two brothers walked in, Sanzu halts before making an entrance, glancing at you before pursing his lips and turning around, walking in the opposite direction.

“Where are we going?” You question in confusion. He ignored you as you were dragged once more down the hall and back to the elevator.

Once you reach a floor higher, you’re forced out of the elevator as you take in the surroundings of what seems to be a common area. Once he reaches the bathroom, he places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to sit on the toilet. Just as you were about to question him, he walks out, slamming and locking the door behind him.

After a moment of silence, the lock is turned and a human woman walks in. You watch as she walks to the bathtub, turning the faucet on and setting all the necessities in place.

“H-hey I can bathe myself, you know?” You grasp her attention by tapping her shoulder after you had shot up from your seat. You pause when she turns to look at you with bloodshot eyes.

“P-please, just… j-just allow me to complete my task, Ms.” Her voice trembled as she eyed you with pure terror in her eyes.

You eye her for a moment with bewilderment. You observe the scars and bruises you hadn’t noticed when she first walked in. You know that hybrids are usually terrible when it comes to properly caring for the human species. You snarled as your hands turned to fists. You quietly nod and begin to undress once everything is ready.

She gives you privacy as you climb into the large tub, the suds covering your body as you lean against the back of the surface. Although you wished for a shower, you knew anything was better than wearing the same dirty clothes for any longer.

After the process was over, you were guided to a bedroom. Your eyes widen at the display lying on the bed. A black ruffled collar sat on the comforter as well as a black leash. On closer inspection the collar had a mixture of red and black ruffled lace as well as a red heart hanging as the identification tag.

“No fucking way.” You breathe out. You were upset and angry, not having expected any better from the hybrid species but also missed the sense of freedom you had for a while before getting caught once more. You went through so much just to return being some stupid pet for these abominations.

The woman flinched as you snatched the collar and leash, throwing them to the ground and releasing a few curses. You only stopped when you heard a whimper behind you, thinking you had accidentally scared the fellow human you turn your body around only to be met with an unfamiliar male. Your body jolted in surprise.

The man observes the situation as you return the same gaze, eyeing the tiger tattoo that caught your attention, your eyes moving up to his facial features that consist of a beauty mark right under his eye as well as large golden eyes boring into you. His hair falls down, two blonde strands in front of his face and black locks falling behind, slightly covering the tattoo. You glance at the tiger printed ears at the top of his head. He tsked after waving the woman off and slowly shaking his head, walking towards you, his tail high with a small hook at the end.

“That wasn’t very nice. Don’t you think you should be a little more grateful?” He placed his hands in his pockets as he awaits a response, shifting his gaze to the accessories lying on the floor. He crouched down and grabbed the items, placing them back on the bed.

You couldn’t fully read him. He seems as though he is a laid back guy but considering the reaction the other human had, you knew not to push your luck with your words. You knew it could get you in some trouble.

After silence fills the room, he gently taps his lap as one of his ears that stood up slightly twitched. He gives you a smile as he waits for you to move. You look down where his hand is before glaring at his face. You shook your head. An eyebrow raises as a frown falls on his face, his ears slightly pulled back before returning to their placement.

“What’s your name?” You pause in contemplation before answering.

“Y/n.” He hums as he nods. Suddenly, he seizes your wrist before pulling you on top of him, forcing your knees on each side of his lap as your weight sinks on the bed. You eye him with wide eyes as he gazes up at you, arms snaking around your waist as you're forced in place. Your hands meet his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t want to be mean, Y/n.” He starts off, shifting his attention to the collar and leash before turning back to you. “You see, this kind of behavior is unacceptable.” You hold back a shiver as a cold hand places itself under your shirt and on your lower back.

“I’m giving you a chance to take your punishment like the good girl I know you can be.” One of his hands moves to your chin, claws poking your skin. He gives you a closed eye smile before saying, “So don’t test my patience, okay?”

You didn’t know how to respond, not wanting to conform and also not wanting to test this guy’s boundaries. It was at this moment you realized that you have no clue who these hybrids are and what they’re capable of. You gag on the inside as you obey, nodding in response to let him know you’re listening.

“Awe, you’re already being so good for me.” He beamed while caressing your cheek. “How about I let you off with a warning?” You hold back the disgusted look that wanted to fall on your face, thankful that you weren't going to receive whatever he had in store for you.

He grabs the collar before securing it around your neck, as well as hooking the leash. “My name is Kazutora but you’re gonna call me Master anyway. I just want you to know the difference between me and the others.” He pats your thigh before gently pushing you off of him, your feet connecting to the floor.

He pulls you along by the leash, walking to the elevator and entering once the doors opened. After you reach the designated floor, he pulls you down the familiar hall and to the door that the man you remembered to be ‘Sanzu’ hadn’t allowed you to walk into.

Once you enter, you see a long table in the middle of the room, along with six other men sitting at the table. You couldn’t help but feel intimidated when all the sharp gazes shift to you. The aura of the room was suffocating, your instincts kicking in as your body tightened up. You knew just by the look of everyone in the room, you were amongst some of the most dangerous hybrids.

A platinum haired male released a huff, his ears pressed against his head as well as his tail low though twitching at the end. His fingers meet his temple as he rubs along.

“Do you know how much this thing is going to cost to take care of it?” The cheetah hybrid growled, glaring at the pink haired jaguar who smirked in return.

“It’s not like we don’t have enough money, Koko.”

“That’s not the point.” He hissed, fangs bare as his tail slowly thrashed.

“I think it’ll be good having it around” The older Haitani states as he takes a sip of his glass.

“That’s because you only want to fuck it, you don’t have me fooled.” The man with a scar over his eye chuckled, a cigarette hanging outside of the corner of his mouth. You guessed his relation is somehow with the man with scars on his mouth considering the same pattern they have plastered on their ears and tail.

“So what, Takeomi? What else is it good for besides a heat guide?” The younger Haitani questions, one ear flat as the other sticks up as well as his cheek leaning on the palm of his hand. As everyone converses, Kazutora pulls you along to awkwardly stand next to his seat as he sits down at the table.

“It doesn’t matter what any of you think. It’s up to our boss.” The great dane says, a stern look on his face as he sits with a leg crossed over the other. His arms are crossed as he leans against the back of the chair, his black tail still as his ears hang from his head. His heterochromia eyes slanted as a look of irritation crossed his face. Once the boss was mentioned, everyone except you shifted their gaze to the white haired lion that sat at the end of the table.

You had no clue what was going on, having not understood a word though only understanding everyone’s tense body language when you followed their gazes to a short man with dark eyes. He stares ahead as you observe his features, his ears sticking straight up, though from your angle you couldn’t see his tail. Finally, his dark orbs meet yours, catching you off guard and forcing you to look away considering the eye contact.

Before he says anything, the door swings open, revealing a random man who resembles the features of a bear and the human woman you met earlier dragged in by the bicep. You watch with your eyebrows furrowed as he tossed her into the room, her hands stopping her face from meeting the floor followed along with a grunt.

He stood back against the door with his arms crossed as he eyed the situation, awaiting instructions. She trembles against the floor, looking back and forth between the men and you in fear. A look of confusion crossed your face as you watched the display.

“Ran.” The lion says, nodding over to the woman. A smile crossed the tall leopard’s face as his ears and tail perked up.

“Yes, sir.” He says, standing from his seat as an object in his hand is revealed. You eye the silver weapon that seems to get longer after he flicks his wrist.

“N-no, please! I-I’m sorry!” The woman cries out, crawling back as she cowers down. You gasp as the realization clicks on what he’s about to do with the baton.

You make an attempt to run towards her shaking figure, only to be reminded of the collar around your neck as Kazutora yanks your leash back.

“Sit.” He yanks once more, a harsher tug that forces you to fall backwards on your derrière.

“Fuck!” You hiss in pain only for a stinging sensation on your cheek to appear as your head is forced the opposite way. A hand on your chin pulls your face towards his as he leans over in his chair.

“I should hear no bad words coming from that mouth.” He gives you a bored look before returning his gaze to the display. You pant as you look over at the human woman in concern.

“P-please don’t do thi-!” A loud crack echoed throughout the room, followed by another and another along with the woman’s grunts. You stare wide eyed as his arm pulls back before slamming down on the woman’s back. She limps to the ground, barely awake as her body twitches. You watch as blood leaks out of her mouth, oozing on the floor as her head lies down.

He lands another harsh hit to her back using both hands on the handle before landing another once more. Your own hands shake as they reach your ears once you shut your eyes tightly. You hope that it’ll be over soon, though you don’t know if she’ll survive. With a last resounding crack, the purple eyed man finally stops his assault and steps back. He flips the body using his foot though she only fell back into place, the side of her face against the floor as her stomach is attached to the ground.

Just as you opened your eyes and removed your hands, you gaze at her lifeless form. A looming darkness hovers over you as your stomach feels itself drop, bringing your knees to your chest as a few tears begin to fall. Your lip quivers as you observe her still body.

To think that I saw her only just a while ago alive and walking.

Footsteps could be heard in the quiet room, the lion stepping forth and halting when he stood next to the corpse. He crouched down, grabbing the collar of her shirt and standing up, her body hanging from his hold. The platinum haired male shifted his gaze to you.

“Let this be a lesson, Y/n.” You glared when he dropped the body and walked to his seat.

“Dismissed.”

You stared at the bowl sitting on the floor from where you sat in the dining room of their shared penthouse. It was supposed to be a full human meal but resembled the containers of wet food you’d get for your regular cats you had before the take over. This was a common way for hybrids to feed their humans. It depends on the owner whether or not you’re allowed to eat with your hands.

“Why are you not eating, Y/n?” Ran questions from where he sits on the chair next to you. Looking up at him and back to the bowl, you frowned.

“I can’t eat like this.” In fact, you never had to before. When you were with the initial abductors they would just throw a bowl in the cages but wouldn’t stay to watch so you’d just eat with your hands like a normal human.

“You’re lucky to be fed at all.” Rin rolled his eyes as he grabbed your bowl.

Ran tsked before leaning over, catching you off guard and pulling your body onto his lap. Rin passed the bowl to his brother and leaned back in his seat, using a lighter to burn the end of a blunt before setting it to his mouth.

You look at Ran with wide eyes as you shift uncomfortably on his lap. His chest rumbled from his deep chuckle.

“Don’t be so rude, brother. The kitty only wanted to be fed.” Your face heats up in embarrassment.

“That’s far from what I wanted!” A harsh smack on your thigh caused you to wince.

“Do we need to buy a muzzle for it?” Rin questioned as he pulls another hit before blowing the smoke out in your direction.

“That wouldn’t be a terrible idea.” Ran says as he uses chopsticks to pick up a piece of your food, bringing it to your lips.You hesitate out of pride, turning your head in the process as you couldn’t shake the feeling of humiliation.

“Should I use my baton?” Ran questions you. The memory of what the woman went through earlier crossed your mind, causing a shiver to slither up your spine before you parted your lips. Bringing his chopsticks to your lips once more, you opened your mouth wider to give better access before closing your lips around the utensil.

It had been a few weeks since you were taken in by Bonten as a pet. You lie still as you eye the ceiling, laying on your designated palette next to Mikey’s bed. Although you were able to adapt, you still couldn’t get used to their unpredictable and violent ways. At least you knew what you were getting when you were at the company before.

The contrast between some of their treatment and punishments were unsettling. Not to mention how demeaning it is to be treated as some animal when only just a few years back you lived a normal life. You look down and eye the fresh marks on your skin, remembering the baton making contact with your dermis as well as Sanzu using his katana. Kazutora usually spanks you and you’d think it wouldn’t be so bad, yet his hand uses so much force that it’s actually quite painful and makes it hard to sit for long periods of time.

Rin finds various ways to discipline you such as forcing you to kneel in rice, popping a joint or two out of place before popping it back, etc. You haven’t angered Mikey yet and fortunately the others leave you be so you don’t see them much at all.

“Y/n.” A voice took you out of your thoughts and caused you to eye the bed. “Come.”

Your eyebrows furrow at the demand. You’ve never been allowed in anyone’s bed up until this point so the command threw you in for a loop. Slowly sitting up, you picked yourself off of the floor and climbed on the bed, your own eyes meeting closed lids before you’re pulled into an embrace.

Your back meets Mikey’s chest as you both lay fetal position, him spooning you. You could only stare wide eyed across from where you lay when you felt a rumble, hearing a pur near your ear as his tail wraps around your thigh. Time passed before you both fell into a deep slumber, creating the unsaid habit as the cycle repeats.

A few months pass and a new human gets hired as one of the staff who are used to clean, cook, and complete the everyday tasks at hand. Because the majority of hybrids you were around, there were very few humans. Having been exhausted with your circumstances, you became a close friend to the new guy, creating a bond that you haven’t felt in a long time. Whenever the ‘masters’ would go on a mission, you’d be left on your lonesome until you would untie yourself from the post and leave your spot.

You would search for your friend, Eiichi until you found him and would help the male clean faster so you both could hang out as normal people, something neither of you had done in a long time. You began to spend so much time together that you would find yourself smiling at nothing whenever he was away, having to explain yourself as a result of your odd behavior, usually coming up with a lie.

You enjoyed each other’s company so much that you decided to brainstorm an escape plan together, ready to escape this world and live off grid. It was wishful thinking but the sooner you left this penthouse, the better. As you both leaned over the counter, caught the other’s eye as you stared for a moment. It had been a while since you had received genuine care from another human being. The gap in between both of you almost came to a close until you were yanked back by the collar of your shirt.

“So dirty.” The jaguar hissed before quickly stabbing Eiichi’s hand against the counter using a dagger. The human male yells out in pain as you’re grabbed by the neck and lifted from the floor. Rin’s eyes narrow as a smile appears on his face along with his ears flat against his head. His tail thrashes around violently.

“I just needed an excuse to go harder on you.” He says as you struggle to unwrap the fingers that are blocking your airway. Your feet dangle in the air as you hear another blood curdling shriek from Eiichi as Sanzu twists the weapon in the wound while glaring at the weaker man.

“Who said you can touch what belongs to Bonten, you fucking rat?” Sanzu growled before his claws protruded, pulling his arm back and slicing through Eiichi’s back.

Eiichi released a howl of agony as he leaned over the counter, his other fist connecting to the surface as his own nails dug into the palm of his trembling hand. Tears stream down his face as he looks up in your direction.

“L-let her go!” He grunts, his head hovering over his bloody hand. You struggle harder and you lose more air, your vision blurring out gradually as your body weakens.

“Since when did you call the shots?” Rin questions before he walks to where he’s standing across from Eiichi in a closer space. He released your neck, allowing you to drop. He snatches your waist before you could fully fall on the ground, coughing and chasing your breath. He eyes Eiichi before grabbing your chin harshly and forcing your lips to meet his. Your eyes widen as Rin’s other hand wraps around your bruised neck once more though to pull you into the kiss closer.

Once he was finished roughly kissing your lips, he moved the hand on your neck to the back of your head and wrapped the other arm around your waist, moving his head down your neck as you quietly pant while avoiding eye contact with the other men. You would’ve bit him if it wasn’t risking your life. His lips leave a tingling sensation to linger on each spot of your skin his mouth assaults. He stares Eiichi in the eyes the entire time, who could only stare back in agony and anger.

“See that?” Sanzu whispers near Eiichi’s ear. “See how she's taking it?”

When the human didn’t respond, Sanzu twisted the dagger once more before snatching it out, causing a drawn out grunt to leave Eiichi’s lips. You try to pull back but Rin’s hold was painfully tight.

“Answer me.” He hissed, his ears falling back as his tail mocked Rin’s thrashing. Eiichi nods violently, followed by a desperate, “Yes!”

“What’s going on here?” A voice came from the elevator, Ran walking in as well as Kazutora walking behind with their ears perked up. They had on amused expressions, staring at the display as they walked towards the busy executives.

“Tell em.” Rin demands looking into your eyes while your noses almost meet, pulling you back just enough to shift your gaze to the tiger and leopard.

“W-we were gonna kiss.” You say softly, nervous of the reactions considering how the first two executives responded. Kazutora sighs as Ran walks to the other side of you, opposite of his brother.

“Awe, kitty if you just wanted a kiss why didn’t you say so?” He cooed before leaning over and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I thought you were a good girl, Y/n.” Kazutora frowns before crossing his arms and walking around the counter to where Eiichi is leaning over.

He uses one hand to grip the back of Eiichi’s collar before pulling his arm back and landing a bone crunching punch on his face, causing the poor human to fall over on the floor, blood splattering everywhere. You gasp as you yell his name before Ran wraps a hand half way under your chin and neck and forces you to look up, your head resting on his chest as he looks down at you.

“All you have to do is ask, Y/n. I don’t mind being the human touch you need.” He chuckled as Sanzu and Kazutora took turns beating and kicking Eiichi. A fist connects with his face as a foot connects with his stomach and so on. The floor is a bloody mess as well as the granite counter.

“Stop fucking hurting him!” You push against Rin’s chest as Ran releases your neck. Suddenly the room goes quiet as a new set of footsteps could be heard entering the room.

The lion eases into the room with a blank look on his face, pondering the display as he motions for everyone to follow. Everyone begins to move towards their boss, you turning around to try and check on Eiichi, only to see Kazutora use Sanzu’s dagger to puncture it through Eiichi’s back. You gasp as you try to break free of the Haitani brother’s hold.

“N-no!” You shriek as tears stream down your face, Rin picking you up in the process and throwing you over his shoulder to force you along.

You all walk onto a large bedroom, one that you haven't seen before. Before you could get a good look, you were tossed on the bed. Mikey took his seat on one of the accented sofas across from the bed. Everyone else stood at attention while waiting for instructions. You made poor attempts to prevent yourself from crying considering the only human friend you had just got murdered by your recklessness.

“Since you found her, do what you will.” Your eyes widen at Mikey’s statement. Before you could react, you felt arms wrap around your waist before you’re pulled in between someone’s legs from behind, sliding you against their chest.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Kitty.” Ran whispers before he places kisses against your ear. The rumbling in his chest is evident of a pur causing you to jolt and try to remove his arms, only to get distracted by a force on your chin. Sanzu lowers his face, meeting his lips with yours as he kisses you passionately. His head slightly moves along with his lips as you feel a hand sneaking under your shirt.

Kazutora’s hand slithers up your stomach, using his fingers to caress your healing scars before slowly making his way to one of your breasts, all the while gazing at your face. You feel a squeeze on your thigh by Rin before he slides up to meet your core, only for you to move your legs and close his hand in between your thighs. You yank your head back from Sanzu.

“N-no! Eiichi!” You hear a couple of huffs before Rin tears your legs apart, Kazutora locking one in place with his arm. The older Haitani slides his hand down your thigh before diving into your pants. Sanzu moves a hand to lift your shirt slightly and places his hand on your other breast. You feel a finger sliding against your clit through your panties. It felt so conflicting to be horrified for your own safety, as well as mourning a death all the while feeling a sense of pleasure from the culprits who caused your pain in the first place. You truly didn’t know how to respond besides failing miserably at struggling against their holds.

One of the hands on your breasts disappears just as Sanzu reaches in his pocket. Pulling out a small baggie with a pink pill, he pours it in the palm of his hand before bending over on the nightstand and crushing half of it. He placed one on his tongue before grabbing your chin once more.

“Open up.” He squeezes your cheeks harshly to force your jaw open. He sets the last piece on his tongue before leaning over and connecting the slightly dissolved pill with your own tongue. Tightening his grip, he pulled you forward.

“Swallow it.” He released his tight grasp once you complied. A few minutes pass as they continue their groping, your body feeling the same as before until you begin to feel heavy. You could feel yourself leaning more against Ran as your body falls back.

“There ya go, kitty. Just relax.” His raspy voice purrs along with his finger making slow yet firm circles around your nub. A wet substance slowly oozes out of your vagina as the stimulation causes you to moan quietly. You lean your head back against his chest as sweat beads around the lining of your forehead.

“E-Eiichi…” You whine out as the memories overcome your mind, the drug in your system causing you to feel as though you’re flying through your mind, reliving the moment as tears begin to stream down your face.

“Hey.” You hear a soft voice as a palm covers your cheek, gently forcing you to make eye contact with Kazutora.

“Focus on me.” He all but whispers before he leans in, latching his mouth to yours as his lips move against yours. Feeling drowsy and drawn in, you return the gesture, lost in a trance and only focusing on him. The softness felt really nice against your own lips, the drug intensifying the motion. His thumb caressed your cheek as a purr rumbled from his chest. His claw lightly grazing your skin caused a shiver throughout your body.

You were so focused on the moment with Kazutora that you hadn’t noticed how Rin pulled your pants off or how Sanzu ripped your shirt and even pulled your arms out of your sleeves. You hadn’t realized that you were bare chested and only covered up with a pair of lace panties Kokonoi bought. It wasn’t until you felt movement against your clit once more, as well as something wet against one of your nipples.

Ran switched to rolling your other nipple between his index and thumb causing a shock throughout your body as you felt the pressure build from Rin intricately using his thumb to rub along your clit through your panties, his other hand spreading your left fold to gain better access, and Sanzu flicking his tongue against your nipple while holding it firmly, closing his lips around to give little sensitive pecks as well as sucking the bud.

It was overwhelming. Focused solely on their touches, you hadn’t heard your own moaning. You felt pathetic, coming undone and vulnerability revealed to all these beasts who treat you as though you're below them. It’s embarrassing. Your high made it all the more worse as you began to get distracted with your thoughts causing a bittersweet feeling to take on considering all the hands on you. The movement on your clit halts as a weight on the bed disappears for a moment.

“I’m going to try something.” Rin says as he walks from the nightstand to the bed, your half lidded gaze eyeing the suction vibrator in his hand once Kazutora released your face. Rin sets the object down before removing your panties, getting into position.

“Kinky.” Ran smirked, licking behind the rim of your ear before Rin pulled your body down slightly.

“Alright, Bunny open wide!” Rin beams with a closed eyed mischievous smile.

Kazutora and Sanzu take it upon themselves to pull your legs open wider. Rin leans into position before he presses the button until it reaches a medium setting. Using his index and thumb, he spreads your labia before setting the circular end around your clit. Your body immediately tensed, your hips lifted as your head fell back. You bite your lip as your hands grip Ran’s thighs.

“Damn, that’s so hot.” Rin breathes out, watching more juice flowing out of your vagina.

Mikey felt a tightness in his pants as he sat manspread while leaned back. His hand slowly slides over his own thigh before he palms his bulge, tightening his grip just enough to add a painless pressure to ease his throbbing erection. The whole display of you sprawled out naked between his men while responding to the sensual acts in such a filthy manner is enticingly sweet to his mesmerized yet tired gaze.

Rin removes the vibrator to allow you a small moment of relief, your breathing hard as you pant, limbs trembling. You watch as he turns the setting higher, shaking your head.

“No, no, no! Wait!” He ignored you and set the buzzing end back around your swollen bud. The buzzing sensation connecting with your clit could only be explained as an electrifying stimulation. It’s so intense that your body freezes as your hips lift once more, your nails digging through the fabric covering Ran’s skin as you grunt. Just as you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, the tiger and jaguar hybrids leaned over and latched their tongues against your nipples.

The drug heightened your sensitivity so you could barely think properly, your hips beginning to grind against the toy causing your clit to rub against the inside of the puckered end harder considering Rin moves the vibrator with your motion, meeting the base of your clit with the end of the opening.

“So fucking filthy.” Sanzu hissed after releasing your nipple.

“My king, can I?” His attention shifts to Mikey, awaiting permission to proceed with his request.

“You and Rin.” Mikey states considering they were the two who found her having escaped the bedroom and almost kissing Eiichi.

Ran and Kazutora groan before they pull themselves away from you. Their cocks are throbbing tight against their pants and they’re ready to feel your warmth engulfing them. It’s frustrating but at least it’ll be their turn at some point tonight.

Your body drops back on the bed as Rin removes the vibrator, edging you before setting it on the nightstand. Sanzu repositions you to where he’s lying under you, positioning his cock to your wet entrance. Lifting his hips, he used his hands to guide your hips down, your pussy slowly engulfing his thick girth, both of you releasing a moan as the head reached the g-spot as your thighs hit the base of his erection. The drug felt like an aphrodisiac, making everything feel ten times more intense though you knew that wasn’t its purpose.

He guides you to buck your hips against him slowly so you could adjust to his size to make everything easier. He pressed a hand against your upper back, pulling you to press your breasts against his chest. His legs spread under you, making space for Rin to crouch above you from behind. He rubbed the lube between his fingers against his cock, having already prepared while you and Sanzu became adjusted. You felt a firm pressure entering you from behind, your eyebrows furrowing as you grunt in pain.

“N-no! Take it out! I-it hurts!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you angrily fist Sanzu’s chest.

“Shh. Shhh.” He grabbed the back of your hand and placed it against his neck.

“Squeeze when you feel pain.” Your fingers wrapped snugly around his throat. You hadn’t wanted to comply, but the pain was so uncomfortable that you tighten your grip around his neck with a scrunched nose.

“Fuck.” He moans as a red hue appears on his face, his lips apart as his eyes flutter shut. He bit his lip right before thrusting into you deeper. His blue orbs bore into you with a glimmer in his eyes, his claws piercing the skin on your thighs.

His hips lifting caused a contrast between pleasure and pain. Rin pushes deeper as the pain of your tightness eases for him. He groaned before leaning over more and balancing himself against the bed. His hips move back before they push forward, repeating the process as his cock rubbed against your anal walls, creating a stinging fullness that added to the girthy cock inside of your pussy, rubbing along your vaginal walls as well as firmly kissing your cervix.

Your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, using your legs to help push against their thrusts. Curses, moans, and whimpers echoed throughout the room as well as the rocking of the bed. The men on the side had their own hand wrapped around their cock, leaking because of the display in front of them.

The smacking of skin increases as they speed upthe pace, forming harsher thrusts as they all bring themselves closer to the edge. You couldn’t focus on anything but feeling full and being surrounded by breathy sounds of pleasure. Your eyebrows furrowed as the pit in your stomach rises, biting your lip as you all rutt harder against each other.

“Shit.” Kazutora hissed as his hand reached the base of his cock before pulling his hand around the head and focusing on the stimulation at the tip of his erection.

Ran’s hair falls on his face from sweat, his head lowered with his mouth parted as he rubs his closed hand against his throbbing length. He repeats the motion at a steady pace before speeding the process. Mikey has one hand flat on the base of his cock while the other one grips his girth, rubbing up and down but in a circular motion at a slower pace.

Finally reaching your peak, you felt the rise fall as your body convulsed, orgasming hard as a loud moan left your mouth. The men follow not long after, their loads releasing as they press themselves deep inside you before riding out their orgasms, moaning near your ears as they breathe heavily.

The men on the sidelines shot ropes as their own bodies tensed, rubbing out their orgasms as they made a mess on their own pants. Curses could be heard throughout the room as they finished up, their cocks re - erecting not long after.

“Y/n.” Mikey says as he pants. “Come clean me up.”

The night continued on as you had orgasm after orgasm from the men taking their turns with your body. The night was heavenly for your fix in the moment, lapping up the attention and pleasure desperately. It wasn’t until your collar was hooked around your neck, followed with a cuff on your ankle that you realized the reality of your placement here. It reminded you of how much of a worthless animal you are to them.

Who knew that one night of passion could turn into multiple nights of you becoming some drugged up sex toy for their own pleasure. Their heats were the worst, becoming so rough with you as if they’re releasing their pent up rage. You couldn’t stop thinking of Eiichi. The way he made you feel normal again and the haunting memory of how he died. You found yourself more and more depressed and eager for a chance of true release.

A year passed and there was a night where you found out about a type of drug from one of the human staff members. It used to be a legal medication specifically made for cat hybrids to consume and become less aggressive and more docile. It also helped them fall asleep faster. Whenever you received the medication, you gave it to the human cook you became friends with who dropped a pill in each of their drinks during dinner before they made it back.

When they consumed the drug, it was quite entertaining. You sat on the couch in the living room instead of the floor while Mikey rubbed his face against your neck as he straddled you, nuzzling against your skin with his ears forward. Sanzu sat beside you sniffing the opposite side of your neck, ears straight up as he licks the skin. You feel Kazutora nuzzling against one of your legs with his arms wrapped around the limb. Ran is knocked out next to you, sleeping in a fetal position with his feet closest to you, tail lying over his own hip. Rin sits with his legs wrapped around your other leg while licking the skin on the back of his hand, grooming himself.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their clinginess though when you realized your reality you began to think that there was nothing funny about this situation. You called one of their oblivious guards, who thought they just took a new drug they had provided themselves, to walk in to help you remove themselves so everyone can go to bed. When the hybrid snake tried to grab your arm, Mikey’s eyes sharpened before he hissed and used his claws to scratch the snake’s face. His tail rattled in response as he hissed in pain, his hands holding his bloody face as you eye the display in bewilderment.

This will definitely make it easier to escape.

Ran woke up from the commotion just as all of the cats bared their fangs ready to attack as their tails thrashed and ears flattened on their heads. Narrowing their eyes they all dash away from their spots, pouncing on the guard as he yells out in pain. You eye the display but don’t bother to help, waiting patiently as they finish though you look away from the disturbing scene and cover your ears. After they slaughter the man to death, they sleepily walk away, walking with you as you guide them to each of their bedrooms.

After all was done, they were knocked out cold from the drug. You gathered a random bag with necessities and threw the collar you had set on the nightstand in a trash can. You climbed out from the back of the first story’s window, beginning the journey to your new life.

The next day came crashing for the men, Sanzu being the first to know of your absence. Chaos reigned throughout the morning meeting as they took their rage out on irrelevant staff members and guards, wreaking havoc on those who let you slip from their radar. The other executives only stared at the display with blank looks as they watched, only thinking about their next move to find you for the sake of their boss’s and fellow executives’ sanity.

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yukisgf555 · 1 year

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Best Friend Ran

warnings: NSFW!! jealousy, fingering, degrading, creampie, masturbation, vouyerism

side note: Rindou’s also in this lol sorry can’t help but include my bby😮‍💨

Ran knows he likes you. He notices how your eyes light up when you smile, how you do that stupid pout thing whenever you want him to buy you coffee, and even the way you rub your legs together whenever he touches you in the slightest.

He loves you so much he’s sooo happy to see you always !!

Until the day he sees you lock arms with Rindou, talking his ear off and leaning so close to him. Since when the hell does Rindou get so many bitches?!?!? Nevermind that, why the hell are you even all over Rin?

“Hi Ran!!” You were so happy to see him always

“Hi princess! Hey Rindou.” Ran narrows his eyes at Rindou but you don’t notice.

Rindou shoots Ran a look of question as to why Ran is doing that to him.

“Say y/n, wanna stay over at mine and rin’s tonight?”

“OMGG YES! We can get food or watch a movie, something like that.”

“okay, swing by at 7”

You leave to go grab your stuff for the movie.

“ What the fuck is your problem Ran you look like I just fucked your wife” Rindou said

“Did you?” Ran asked

“What? The hell? No?! What’s it to you anyways isn’t she just your friend?” Rindou is so confused on so many levels

“ yeah but keep your fuckin hands off her you little shit “ ran said

“Oh my god, is THE Ran Haitani pissed because your girl likes me more?? Maybe I should fuck her, she likes me better anyways you know” Rindou was trying to get under Ran’s skin. He didn’t really mean it but it was one of the few times he had an advantage over Ran.

“ I swear to god I’ll kill you. I could fuck her way better than you ever could. And you better not fucking touch her ever.” Ran gets in Rindou’s face.

“Jesus Christ let’s just go home”

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The doorbell rings.

“I’m coming!” Rindou gets the door

“Oh hi y/n”

“hi rin, thanks for having me over! Where’s ran?” You asked.

“Right here pretty” he creeped up behind Rindou.

You walk in and set down your bag along with some snacks you brought.

“I actually have a bunch of homework to do so I can’t watch the movie tonight, you guys have fun though I’ll be in my room” Rindou walks off with his arms full of snacks.

“Y/n what do you say we watch in my room” Ran proposes

“Yeah sure lets go” you say.

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Ran puts a random movie on and you snuggle into him. In the middle of watching though, a scene comes on where the guy and girl make out and it has you rubbing your legs together. Ran takes notice and leans into you.

“ Did you like that?” Ran asks and it sends shivers down your spine.

“w-what??” Your throat runs dry and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to ran, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his bulge.

Oh.

He’s hard.

“I said, did you like that?”

“y-yes.” You turned to him.

Ran reached into your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and sigh grabbing onto ran’s wrist.

“ tell me if you want me to stop”

“n-no keep going.”

Ran takes your pants and panties off and plants himself between your legs. He runs his fingers through your lips spreading your wetness all over your pussy and begins sucking your clit.

“ah- oh fuck ran.” you moan.

He slides a finger in and starts pumping into your gummy walls.

“Shit Princess this pussy tastes so good”

He adds another finger making you mewl. You cover your mouth remembering Rindou is in the room next to you, trying to keep it down so he doesn’t know. This makes ran mad and he starts scissoring his fingers at a fast pace, using his other hand to remove your hand from your mouth.

“Don’t fucking hide that shit from me, moan for me. Tell me who’s making you feel good. Cum for me.” Ran demands as he starts sucking your clit.

“ fuck! You Ran! You make me feel s’good!” You moan.

You spasm around him and your body jolts, seeing white as you choke on your moans. You cream all over ran’s fingers. He pulls his fingers out and pops his fingers in his mouth, savoring every last bit of your taste.

Ran pulls his dick out and starts sliding it in between your folds. He pushes his length in little by little until he’s buried into your pussy.

“Ran it’s too big” you whine

“ you can take it baby, s’made for you” he starts thrusting in you slowly.

“Ran, f-faster” you moan

Ran grips his hand around your throat and starts pumping into you at an insane pace. All you can hear is squelching and obscene moans.

“You fucking whore, taking my dick as if you weren’t all over my brother earlier. You like getting fucked like a slut?” Your pussy sucks him in even more, the words making you more wet in shame. You gargle out your moans while struggling to get air.

“ Yes! Fuck! Only by you ran, my pussy s’yours only” you scream out in harsh whines.

“ this pussy is mine only. Now cum all over my dick to prove it.” You dig your nails into ran’s back, and cum all over his dick moaning his name out over and over. Ran thrusts in you one more time, filling you up with all his cum as he moans your name loudly.

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How could Rindou not hear that?

He couldn’t focus hearing your beautiful moans. It was like a symphony, and every single single noise that escaped through the thin walls went straight to his cock.

Oh how he wished it was him having his fingers shoved deep into your pussy. It should have been him, slamming deep into your pussy It should have been his name that you were moaning. It was supposed to be his dick you were creaming all over.

But all he could do is fist his cock wishing it was you. How wrong it was to be stroking his dick to his brother fucking a girl he likes. He didn’t care how filthy it was, he was in fucking heaven hearing you moan. A couple strokes and he tightened his grip imagining it was your pussy. He shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he spurt out globs of his cum. He’ll make sure the next time it’s you who’s stroking his dick and swallowing his cum.

for my babe @rannovia !!!!!!!!!

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notiddygxthgf · 11 months

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the one where rindou is drawn to your purity, and is determined to be the one who takes it from you.

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animeangel21 · 2 years

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You’re boyfriend reacting to Happy Fathers Day! 😏

Minors DNI 18+

Most of this does contain suggestive content.

I’m also uploading this late as fuck.

I did this on Father’s Day to someone and it was the funniest thing ever till they’re saying they’ll get me preggers.

Also daddy issues on 100000000% rn I’m not gonna lie and say it’s a easy holiday when you got as many issues as me, but I dyed my hair to cope.

Ran Haitani.

Honestly you and Ran never had a reason to do anything on Fathers Day. You both had some daddy issues, yours had been more severe than his but you didn’t dwell.

Now, you both sat in bed and watched Alice in Borderlands after you made him and yourself breakfast in the morning. It was nearing 3 in the afternoon when an idea popped into your head.

You looked down at your boyfriend who was laying peacefully with his head on your stomach, body between your legs, shirtless and his long hair free from his braids and tickling your bare thighs, his arms were under your body hands spread against your back and running his fingers in an up and down motion.

“Babe” you mumbled and he looked up at you observing your features looking for any sign of your emotions.

His view was phenomenal, your stomach, breast, and neck covered in loving bites and marks from previous days, you had a black night shirt that was left opened and black sports bra along with black sweatpants that were his.

“What’s up my love?” He said in that alluring voice of his.

“Forgot to tell you Happy Fathers Day.” You said with the most nonchalant tone and looked back at the T.v.

The man was too stunned to speak. “You’re fucking with me right. You wanna get pregnant? Are you pregnant? You better be joking.”

You held back laughter and looked back down to see he was still staring at you. “I’m dead fucking seri-”

His hands traveled downward and he groped your ass, he turned his body and kissed your stomach. “If you wanted me to fuck a baby into you just say that doll or, is it because you call me daddy every time I fuck you?”

“Ran-”

“Shut up I’m not done” he mumbled into your stomach and looked up at you. “You wanna play this little game but, I wanna show you how it’s done right.”

He pulled the sweats off you and discovered you had no panties on. “You’re brave doll I’ll give you that and now I really wanna fuck a baby into you, have you swollen with my seed, fucking beautiful.”

“Fuck-” you moaned quietly and he smirked.

“Needy now are we? Whats my name doll?” He wrapped his lips around your lower lips and sucked on your clit harshly.

“Daddy! Fuck ran please.”

“ Happy Father’s Day indeed now let me fuck a baby into you.”

Rindou Haitani.

Rindou had been in a meeting this morning when you’d texted him. He didn’t wanna check his phone but something told him too once he felt it vibrate again.

My life💜: Good morning my love 💕, Happy Father’s Day. Hope you have fun at work.

My life💜: attachment 1 image

A picture of your fingers stuffed in you.

Rindou quickly payed attention and couldn’t believe what just happened. You were gonna be dead when he gets home.

You knew better than to touch yourself when he wasn’t home and had given you permission to or didn’t give you permission period.

You looked at your phone and continued to finger yourself to the video that run recorded some time ago fucking the absolute shit out of you from behind. The red handprints on your ass and the cream that covered his dick only made you fuck yourself at the same pace.

You pause the video when you see he texted you back. That didn’t stop you from fingering yourself.

Only Husband💕: I’m going to fuck you up when I get home. I’ll make you a mother if that’s what you want.

You just smiled at his message and liked it.

Rindou glanced at his phone once again almost irritated but more turned on than anything cause you were distracting him.

My life💜: attachment 1 video,1 image

My life💜: Aw you better mean that babe. I’ll see you when you get home.

He didn’t look at anything and he would rather wait till he was in his office to look at it after the meeting.

A couple minutes later they were all dismissed and he walked out and headed to his office ignoring his brother who asked him what his issue was.

He shut his door and viewed the messages rolling his eyes at your disobedience. The image was your fingers covered in the juices flowing out of you and down onto the bed, but what had him snatching his suit jacket off the hanger was the video of you pulling your soaked fingers out and sucking them off then flipping him your middle finger that was adorned in a stunning ring he’d gotten for you some time back on your birthday.

“What’s the rush Rinny?” Sanzu said trying to avoid rindous path to the door.

“Gotta go, it’s y/n.”

“Is she okay?” Ran asked immediately looking up concerned for his sister in law.

“She’s fine, said she isn’t feeling well and can’t get out of bed.” He said running out the door with a smirk on his face that they didn’t see.

This man put the petal to the floor, he’d be home in a less time than it takes for him to get there. You didn’t think he’d be on his way home, you didn’t check his location, you were in the shower getting ready to start your day.

You couldn’t hear the sound of his car pulling in the driveway and his door aggressively slamming shut over the loud music you played, No, he walked in the house took off his shoes and laid his perfectly tailored suit jacket over the back of the sofa before making his way upstairs and hid next to the bathroom door waiting for you.

You walked out the bathroom with your towel around your body and turned your back to him and his hand grabbed your hair and pulled you to his chest as he used his other hand to cover your mouth and pull your head to his chest.

“You like to fuck with me while I’m working? You wanna disobey me when I’m not here and then send me some pictures and videos like a needy whore?!”

The nerve you had to lick his hands, he outta slap you. But, he didn’t cause you like it.

“I’ll show you how needy whores get treated. You won’t cum till I say so and I’ll make sure to put a baby in you by the end of today.” You could purr from his words but the idea of him edging you made you frown.

“Get on the fucking bed and take the towel off.” He growled and let you go.

Needless to say, he didn’t go back to work. Then, texted the chat that it’s a possibility you might be pregnant.

Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Your boyfriend was one person who you loved to mess with. In certain situations you chose not to but on some days it was an overwhelming thought that consumed your entire being.

You looked at the date and thought of a very foul plan to fuck with his head a bit. You got up out of bed already dressed in a pair of his boxers that hugged your figure nicely and a black long sleeve dress shirt of his that he dressed you in the night before was left opened so your sternum and just a bit of you breast were showing along with your stomach.

You went downstairs and he was on the phone with who you could only assume was Mikey, the balcony doors in your living room were opened letting in much needed fresh air and you walked out and wrapped your arms around his frame causing him to tense up a bit from the sudden touch.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then. Of course Mikey, bye.”

“Well good morning to you too beautiful” he said tracing one big hand over your clothed arms and turning around to lean against the railing.

You smiled into his chest and looked up at him with some sort of admiration.

“Good morning Haru” he leaned down and cupped your jaw to pull you into a kiss as he did every morning.

His hands now rested on your waist and his fingers touched on the small of your back they were digging in and pulling you closer before he broke the kiss.

“You’re up early what’s the occasion?” He said his hot breath fanning against your cheek. His eyes tracked down the back of your figure and he could see how his dress shirts fit cause of his height and build compared to yours and the way his boxers hugged so tightly to the fat off your ass and thighs drove him crazy every time.

“Nothin just came to say good morning, Happy Father’s Day and get coffee.” You blew past the sentence like it was nothing out of the ordinary and Sanzu smirked to himself and placed his hands on your ass giving it a tight squeeze from hell.

“What? You wanna make me a daddy? Want me to take you here baby?” You could feel his Erection pressed against your stomach.

“ I mean yeah, you’d be a great dad. I also thought it would be funny if I said happy Father’s Day” you admit looking up at him.

He looks down at you with a glare and a smirk. “Well we don’t have time to waste yeah? Come on let’s make you a mommy while you call me daddy.” He walked you backwards to the living room and gave a hard smack to your ass cheeks.

He kicked the balcony doors shut not caring to lock them as he’d be taking you to the bedroom and fucking you stupid.

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WHO SHOULD I DO NEXT?

Drop some suggestions please I think this is absolutely hilarious to do.

Do not steal my content!

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zombinooo · 1 year

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🚨My RP Rules! Pls read if you want to rp with me ofc i will be reading urs as well🚨

~If interested like the post to lmk that you've read my rules and DM me~

1: No suicide or any kind of triggering jokes if I hear one joke I will be reporting you and leave the chat making jokes about depression/anxiety/addictions/trauma ISN'T fun! :)

2: No gender bender characters pls and thanks.

3: I'm semi lit but I can also roleplay in different styles including the one your used to just so you're comfortable while roleplaying with me so for me that's not an issue at all. ♡

4: OC x Canon or Canon x Canon is fine with me as long as we stay on the topic of the roleplay (Tokyo Revengers) I don't like mixing characters from different animes especially if they have absolutely nothing to do with Tokyo Revengers. Thank you.

5: When you roleplay with me keep in mind I'm on 24/7 unless I'm at work/asleep/if there's no Wi-Fi/or I have family problems/issues the thing I need you to understand is that my mental health is my number 1 priority everyone haves some kind of problems that you may not know about and we all need time to heal first the rest will come later. ♡

6: I DON'T ship the Haitani bros, the Kawata twins or any other siblings from Tokyo Revengers THEY ARE SIBLINGS and the relationship SHOULD STAY LIKE THAT don't even bother DM me if you ship siblings..

7: NO I repeat myself NO underage characters/OC's if your character/OC is under 18 there's no way I'll roleplay with you I also do NOT roleplay with minors keep that in mind please.

8: Yes i do NSFW rp

Kinks I'm into: choking, breeding, degradation, praises, rope bunny, being blindfolded, gagged, a lot of pussy teasing, cock-warming while not allowed to move, handcuffs, hair pulling, kitty 👅/teasing, begging, daddy kink, princess kink, aftercare

Kinks I will NOT do: piss/shit/food/vomit/anal/milking/sex during pregnancy/male impregnation (that's it for now if I remember something I'll make sure to inform you)

Feel free to share with me ur kinks/interests as well i won't judge

Triggers: mentions of p*dophilia, r*pe, being dr*gged without knowing/giving consent i do not mind the mentions/consuming of drugs as long as it is WITH CONSENT only that of course goes if we stick with the Bonten arc/timeline after all keep in mind that Bonten IS a criminal organization that is doing illegal activities

9: I understand that you have some work/university/family problems as well but if your planing on ghosting me simply because you are busy please give me 5 minutes of your time and tell me about it iI will understand and not throw a fuss about it....just don't let me wait for you to respond if you aren't going to respond it is not a very pleasant feeling. Thank you. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

10: Please don't be weird, don't do weird stuff and don't control characters you aren't roleplaying as.

11: Please don't spam me with multiple messages at once I have a life outside of social media and sometimes would have a lot of things going on simply said I want the same respect back that I'm giving to you. Thank you. ♡

12: Don't make me be every single character I'm still trying my best in portraying males but I don't want all the work to be put onto me it'll probably make me want to stop roleplaying with you so to prevent that from happening in my opinion we should split the characters 50/50 if you know what I mean. Thank you. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

13: Please try to write at least a few sentences because if you write only 1 or 2 sentences it's really hard for me to respond to your text and the fun of the roleplay just dies at least for me...simply said no I don't expect you to be 'perfect' no one is. Thank you. ♡

14: I do like angst but not too much or I might cry my ass off....also i don't mind different arcs/timeline's but i do prefer the Bonten arc/timeline....i mostly use my OC for that and some other male characters from TR as well

So far I've roleplayed as:

Kisaki

Hanma

Chifuyu

Baji

Mikey

Draken

Mitsuya

Kokonoi

Inui

Sanzu

Both Haitani brothers

All characters MUST be aged up meaning 18+ not only due to the NSFW part but also due to the fact I would feel uncomfortable knowing they are minors in the rp so i highly insist on aging them up!

15:If I say no about something once please don't push the topic any further. Thanks.

16: NO LGBTQ HATE! I myself am a LGBTQ member please let's simply respect each other and have peace not war! And NO racism please!

17: I'm pretty much down for a bxb and bxg I haven't done gxg yet I don't mind trying it out ofc

bxb ships I will be willing to do: Mikey x Draken, Mikey x Sanzu, Baji x Chifuyu, Hakkai x Mitsuya, Hanma x Kisaki, Sanzu x Mucho, Sanzu x H. Ran, Angry x H. Rindou, Kokonoi x Inupi, Izana x Kakucho

bxg: I have no idea tbh we can figure something out either with canon characters or OC's as I mentioned I don't mind OC's

gxg: I honestly don't know 😅

bxg: Pls keep in mind i only do double up roleplays when it comes to a oc x cc type of rp!

↓Example:↓

Ur oc x cc by ur choice

My oc x cc by my choice

The same thing goes for a cc x cc type of rp as well!

↓Example:↓

Ur chosen cc x cc ship

My chosen cc x cc ship

18: Ships I will NOT do: Mikey x Senju, Mikey x Izana, Mikey x Takemitchi, Draken x Takemitchi, Takemitchi x Yuzuha, Mitsuya x Yuzuha, Takemitchi x Toman/Tenjiku/Black Dragon/Bonten/Kantou Manji members, Takemitchi x Kisaki, Takemitchi x Hanma, Takemitchi x Naoto, Kazutora x Baji, Kazutora x Chifuyu nor Kazutora x Baji x Chifuyu

19: Also please keep in mind that my native language isn't English so I might make some mistakes here and there while writing please don't get mad I'm still learning. So to be clear I only roleplay in English. ^^

20: No overpowered OC's please not quite my cup of tea. Thanks.

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cannellee · 7 months

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CANNELLEE'S MASTERLIST ★

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ — tokyo revengers & naruto & the seven deadly sins omegaverse headcanons

𐙚 FOR THE REQUESTS : anything is fine as long as it's either about tokyo revengers, naruto or the seven deadly sins. I'm also only accepting omegaverse requests (yandere if you want too, but it needs to be omegaverse as well). and I only write about an omega!reader, with an alpha!character.

(PS : I'm extremely slow at replying but I do write all your requests, as long as it's not something weird).

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*everything is alpha!tr x omega!reader* / *alpha!naruto au x omega!reader* / *alpha!the seven deadly sins au x omega!reader*

TR SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos/trios...)

— CHIFUYU

☆ alpha! Chifuyu x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! Baji x alpha! Chifuyu x omega! Reader (+ alpha! Ryusei bonus)

— KAZUTORA

☆ alpha! Kazutora x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! Kazutora x omega! Reader (smut)

☆ alpha! kazutora x omega! reader (mikey makes his omega miserable so kazutora comforts her)

— BAJI

☆ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader

☆ alpha!yandere! Baji x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader (his reaction to a traumatised and insecure s/o)

☆ alpha! Baji x alpha! Chifuyu x omega! Reader (+ alpha! Ryusei bonus)

☆ alpha! yandere! baji x omega! reader (his reaction to a resistant s/o)

— MIKEY

☆ alpha! Mikey x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (how does he act during his ruts?)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (his reaction to a cute and extremely in love omega s/o)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! draken (their reaction to a tomboy omega s/o)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (his reaction to finding his omega asleep during a sleepover, ft. emma + draken / hinata + takemichi)

☆ yandere! alpha! mikey x omega! reader (mikey taking his omega with him during gang meetings)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (smut : mikey claims his omega friend while she's in heat)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south (you move on from mikey and get courted by south. turns out mikey isn't over you and beats his rival up to get you back + smut)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south : PART 2 (mikey's reaction to you being pregnant with south's kid)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (his reaction to having an omega shorter than him)

— SHINICHIRO

☆ alpha!loser! Shinichiro x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! shinichiro x omega! reader (smut)

— KAKUCHO

☆ alpha! Kakucho x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! kakucho x omega! reader : soulmate au! (you meet your soulmate, bonten!kakucho, while working in a brothel)

— RAN

☆ alpha! Ran x omega! Reader (smut)

— DRAKEN

☆ alpha! Draken x omega! Reader x omega! Emma

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! draken (their reaction to a tomboy omega s/o)

☆ alpha! draken x omega! reader x omega! emma (you're dating emma and you both try to get the attention of your crush, draken, by courting him)

— MITSUYA

☆ alpha! mitsuya x omega! reader (his reaction to his omega acting like a mother to his little sisters)

— KOKONOI

☆ alpha! kokonoi x omega! reader (kokonoi with a gacha game addict s/o)

☆ alpha! kokonoi x alpha! taiju x alpha! inupi x omega! reader

— KAWATA TWINS

☆ yandere! alpha! kawata twins x omega! reader (oneshot)

— KOJIRO

☆ alpha! kojiro x omega! reader

— INUPI

☆ alpha! kokonoi x alpha! taiju x alpha! inupi x omega! reader

— TAIJU

☆ alpha! kokonoi x alpha! taiju x alpha! inupi x omega! reader

— SOUTH

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south (you move on from mikey and get courted by south. turns out mikey isn't over you and beats his rival up to get you back + smut)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south : PART 2 (mikey's reaction to you being pregnant with south's kid)

TR GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ how they act around their pregnant omega (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya, kokonoi, kakucho & taiju)

☆ alpha! Tokyo rev x tall!omega! Reader (mikey, draken, baji, sanzu)

☆ their reactions to their omega feeling safe & happy with them (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, takemichi)

☆ what they would give you as a courting gift (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya)

☆ how easily do they fall for the puppy eyes (mikey, draken, takemichi, sanzu, kokonoi, kazutora, ran, mitsuya, shinichiro)

☆ alpha!yandere! Tokyo revengers x omega reader (pairing : mikey, taiju, mitsuya, draken, kokonoi, izana, sanzu)

☆ their reaction to an omega who loves to do domestic things (pairing: taiju, sanzu, draken, mikey, takemichi, chifuyu, kakucho, inupi, baji, kisaki, hanma, kazutora)

☆ their reaction to an unstable s/o (pairing: kakucho, mikey, izana, hanma)

☆ their reaction to a cute and clumsy s/o (pairing : mikey, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, smiley, kakucho, izana)

☆ their reactions to an omega with a resting bitch face (pairing: kazutora, smiley, angry, shinichiro)

☆ their reaction to their omega being horny (pairing : shinichiro, mikey, izana)

☆ demigod! alpha! tokyo revengers x omega! reader : mythological au! (pairing: kazutora, mitsuya, baji, takemichi, mikey, draken, shinichiro, izana, ran, taiju, kokonoi, kakucho)

☆ medusa! alpha! tokyo revengers x blind! omega! reader : mythological au! (pairing : chifuyu, mikey, mitsuya, baji, izana)

☆ them having feelings for their friend's sister (pairing : chifuyu, mitsuya, kokonoi)

NARUTO SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

— NARUTO

☆ alpha!naruto x omega! reader

☆ alpha! naruto x omega! reader x alpha! sasuke

— SASUKE

☆ alpha! naruto x omega! reader x alpha! sasuke

NARUTO GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ what they would give you as a courting gift (pairing : naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, rock lee, neji, itachi)

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ what type of alpha are they (pairing : meliodas, ban, king, guilthunder, escanor)

𐙚 STRAWBERRY HEADER'S CREDITS: @astralnymphh

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littleoanh · 2 years

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A/N: Hello, my darling @missanonymous1999. Thank you for being so kind and understanding about the first request and redoing your request. Also thank you for being so patient with me! I really appreciate that and it means a lot when you are so supportive. I changed a few parts of your request to make the story flow better. I still hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy this piece.

Daddy’s Lessons

Characters: Bonten Trio + Mikey x fem!Reader

Summary: fem!Reader who is being hard headed and refused to listen to her yandere s/o and how would they punish them.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+ ONLY - MINORS STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM THIS (Yandere, stalking, briefly mentioned mind break, and kidnapping), cursing, mention alcohol consumption and illicit drugs, smut (daddy kink, blindfold, handcuffs, spankings [baton and paddle], baton fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, face fucking, a little cum eating, face slapping, body slapping, kinbaku, vaginal fucking, creampie, pussy spanking, non-con anal, vibrating wand, nipple clamps, dumbification, overstimulated, and bullet vibrator).

Special Thanks: EB for helping me brainstorm, proofreading, and beta reading! @angels-aesthetic for the flower divider!

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

Sanzu is staking out in the club you are currently partying at, the one your daddies told you to not go to but you didn’t listen to them. You are busy drinking and dancing with your so-called friends. The same friends who use you to gain access to the top clubs in Japan, hard to reserve restaurants, and illicit drugs. “Got my eyes on her, Boss.” He talks almost stoically on his cell phone. His droopy eyes follow your movements, you appear to be leaving the area. “She’s going outside.”

“You know what to do.” Mikey’s monotone voice is quiet but enough for Sanzu to hear through the loud beats.

You are feeling pretty hot even though you are wearing the shortest and skimpiest dress. The club is awfully hot, too much body heat and not enough air ventilation. Stepping outside to get some fresh cool air. You can feel the pounding of loud music through the wall, making the club vibrate. Taking a quick stroll out in the alleyway, not paying attention to your surroundings. In one fluid motion, you are pushed against the wall. You yelp in pain.

“Shut. Up.” Sanzu’s voice is terrifying but your body tingles lustfully. He handcuffs you from behind, wraps something satin-like over your eyes, and strips your panties to stuff them in your mouth. “You want to be an ungrateful bitch? Then you will be treated like one.” He throws you over his shoulder with your bare ass in the air and tosses you in the trunk of a vehicle. Oh, this is probably not good. But wetness drips from between your legs.

You lost track of time but it feels like forever.

Next thing you know, you are on the cold hard ground. It’s cold. Too cold for your liking. You hear the clanking of shoes echoing in the room. You can’t tell where the footsteps are coming from because of the echo.

“Well, well… look who we have here.” You recognize Ran’s playful voice, you feel his big hand grab your cheeks.“Did you have fun betraying your daddies like that?” You try to answer his question but still gagged, only muffle noises come out. He chuckles darkly into your ear. “Trying to talk back? What a bad little girl. You need to be appropriately punished.”

Ran pulls you from the cold hard ground and drags you to a chair. It squeaks under the cement floor as Ran pulls you over his lap. Your dress is scrunched up at your hips, bare ass up, covered in goosebumps from the frigid air and cold floor. You hear him pull something from his pocket, running the cool object down your body. It feels like his baton. He lightly grazes it along your legs and spanks your ass with a light groan. You can imagine his stoic expression on his face. You cry in pain, he’s never spanked you this harsh before.

“Did that hurt, darling?” He mockingly questions you, “What you did hurts more than this.” He continuously beats your ass with his baton. You cry out even more, your ass burns in pain, tears streaming down your face, soaking the blindfold. After what feels like 20 or more spanks, he stops and uses the tip of his baton to caress your ass cheeks as though to soothe you. He dips it down to your slit and slides it up and down. You moan, spreading your legs, trying to lift your ass up in hopes to gain some pleasure. “Oh, you like that dirty little slut? Want to fuck yourself with my precious baton?”

Still muffled from your panties, you nodded your head, greedily. Ran sticks in just the tip and fucks you with it, twirling little circles, opening up your entrance. Your juices run down your leg, sticking your thighs together when you try to grind down the baton. The squelching noises from the baton and your slit turns you on more. You are whining, wanting him to push it in more but he doesn’t care. This is what you deserve. By the sounds of your moans, he sensed you are about to cum soon. Ran takes out his baton out of your pussy and you whimper from the emptiness of your clenching hole.

Ran slaps your cheek, it rings across the empty room. “Do you really think you deserve that?” He leans down and whispers into your ear, “Only good girls get to cum.” He tosses you off of him, you fall onto the cold hard ground and whimper from the impact. The sound of his zipper unzipping, you know what is going to happen next. “Get up.” His cold distinct tone instructs you and you position yourself on your knee in front of him. He takes your panties out of your mouth and you start coughing. “Open up.” Mid-cough, Ran pulls your hair back, forcing you to open your mouth before shoving his big cock in. He brutally fucks your throat, making you gag.

Your gag reflex is strong but Ran doesn’t give a shit. This is your punishment after all. Even though you couldn’t see, stars appear in your eyes from lack of oxygen. You don’t think you can take it anymore, your throat is squeezing his cock so tightly but he pulls out last minute to ejaculate over your tits. Some land on your chin and you try lick it. His rough finger swipes it from you and you can hear him lick it off his finger. “You don’t get to taste daddy’s cum.” He slaps you one last time before leaving you on your knees.

Your throat feels bruised and you try to catch your breath. Drool and tears rolling down your face. You probably look like a mess. You hear another sound of shoes clanking on the ground. “What a pathetic little girl.” Rin’s sadistic voice resonates the room, he inspects your body and finds your ass is the only place that is red, your cheek is slightly pink and your mouth is swollen. “Tch.” He annoyingly clicks his tongue, “He didn’t punish you enough,” Rin roughly grabs your arm to unhandcuff you, you feel his breath on your ear, “I won’t be so easy with you.”

He grabs some rope to tie you up. From the feeling of it wrapping around your body, you can tell it is done aesthetically, every other inch of you is covered in rope. He suspends you in the air with your legs apart in a butterfly pose. Your hands are tied behind your back, your back is arch with your tits towards the floor. Rin inspects your cunt then unzips his pants, “You look wet enough, you horny bitch.” He savagely rams his thick cock into your tiny hole and you cry out. The sound of skin slapping and your wet lewd juices echoes the room. With your eyes being covered, all you can focus on is him hitting your g-spot.

Rin feels your gummy walls clenching on his cock, “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” He growls and smacks your already sore ass. His strong hands slap your thighs, your face and your tits. He is going to make sure you will be bruised, leaving you a reminder of your punishment.

“Please!” You pleaded with him, the pleasure feels too good. “I promise I will be good! Please, please, please.” Your blabbering begs don't reach Rin’s ears. He is focusing for his pleasure only. “Please, daddy!”

He continuously fucks your hole ignoring your pathetic cries, your juices dripping out of your soaking wet pussy and there is a creamy ring around the base of his cock. The way you are whimpering, your helplessness makes his lilac eyes roll back and groan. Rin increase his pace, fucks you even harder. Making it more difficult for you to hold on.

“Daddy, please! I-I can’t hold on much longer!”

“No.” He denies your orgasm.

Pulling his cock in and out and trying to last as long as he can to torture you. More tears are dripping down your face, you are feeling too stimulated. It almost hurts. Every touch pulls you closer to the edge. You are beginning to regret not listening to them about not going out with your friends. You can’t handle it much longer, your legs shake uncontrollably. Finally, Rin is almost close. He thrusts so hard, his tip hits your cervix causing a bit of pain.

He lets out a guttural moan while spilling all of his seeds into your womb. It nearly makes you orgasm but Rin pulls out too quickly, letting his cum leak from your abuse hole. He zips back up, hearing your silent sobs. “Maybe the next person will listen to your worthless begs.” Rin’s shoes clinks away from you, leaving you suspended. Your clit is aching. You can’t close your legs in hopes to rub your thighs together to relieve your needy clit.

Another pair of shoes comes into the room. “Awwww,” You immediately knew that was Sanzu's mocking tone, “did no one let you cum?” He comes closer to find the bruises Rin has left behind and he hums in approval. “If you are a good girl,” Sanzu runs a thin, smooth object around your ass. He circles it around the pink areas, cooling down your burning ass. It’s a leather paddle. He grabs your very sore ass cheeks and makes you whine in pain. “Maybe daddy will let you.” He spanks your ass cheek and you yelp. “Don’t cum without permission.” He warns you, trailing the paddle near your clit. You whine as he puts pressure on your clit, knowing how stimulated you are.

Sanzu slaps the paddle on your pussy and you yelp in surprise. There is an electrifying feeling that makes you want more. He slaps the paddle on your pussy at different pressure and speed. You pant, dry humping the air for more. It gets harder and harder for you not to cum until the last spank, Sanzu hits your clit at the right pressure and you cum on the spot. Your legs are twitching, you moan is pornographic. Sanzu pauses for a moment.

“Did you cum without daddy’s permission?” He asks in a low dangerous tone, you are terrified to answer him. “Answer me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to. I’m-I’m sorry-” Sanzu used full power to slap your abused ass with the paddle and you scream.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Now you’re going to get it.” He unzips his pants, pulling your ass closer and spreading your ass cheek. You feel his cock prodding your unprepped puckered hole.

“Wait-please no!” Sanzu pushes his cock in, a painful sting shakes your body. “No, daddy! It hurts!”

“Too fuckin bad. Daddy doesn’t give a shit if it does.” He tries to push his length but you are too stiff, not relaxing your hole. Sanzu slaps your ass, “Fuck, relax!” He demands you, but it was too difficult for you without prepping you. “Tch.” Sanzu gathers a glob of saliva and spit on the tip of his cock. He successfully moves a few inches more, the pain is slowly changing to pleasure. “That’s it. Relax your pathetic hole.” Finally he is able to bottom out, without giving you a moment to rest.

“Ah!” You squeal, Sanzu mercilessly fucks your ass without a care of your well being. He spread your ass cheeks, watching his dick fucking in and out of your ass. It makes him feral seeing this. Your tits are bouncing from the constant movement. Sanzu is about to burst, your ass feels too good and it’s deliciously hugging his dick. He chases after his climax, heedless of your own pleasure.

“Ugh, fuckkkkk.” Sanzu’s dick pours lots of thick warm cum up in your ass. Finally slowing down his pace, making sure all of his cum is in your asshole. Pull out, watching your swollen pussy and leaking cum out of your ass. He takes out his camera to take a picture of it, wanting to commemorate. Sanzu walks towards your face and grab your cheeks with one hand, “Now you be fuckin’ good to your last daddy.” He releases you, then the sound of his shoes fade away.

You barely hear the last footsteps in the room, giving you an eerie feeling up your spine. You know who the last person is going to be. He quietly comes close to your face, observing your fucked out body. You smell the sweet aroma of taiyaki radiating off of him, then he yanks your hair back hard.

“Ah!” Mikey slaps your tits, there’s not enough markings there. You whimper with every slap he gives you, then suddenly you feel a pinch on both your nipples. This is certainly new to you. There appears to be a chain connecting the clamps for him to pull. He tugs it, making you mewl. A vibrating noise cuts through the air. It’s hum, slow and deep. Your body reacts on its own, knowing the sound well. You try to spread your legs wider than it already is waiting for pleasure to arrive. The vibrating wand touches your engorged clit and you become a moaning mess.It feels so, so good. “Daddy …” You call out to him, hoping Mikey will let you cum properly. “Please, may I cum?”

Without answering you, he set the vibrating speed higher and tugged on the nipple clamp.

“Daddy, please! Please let me cum.” You plead him once again, he changes the speed once more and it’s driving you insane. “Please please please. I promise to be good. Please daddy, may I please cum!” Your body is shaking, needing your orgasm and he adjusts the speed.

“Cum.” His voice is so soft while pulling your nipple clamps, you almost couldn’t hear him from how loud the vibrator is and you are finally releasing your sweet bliss orgasm. Mikey is still leaving the wand on your clit, allowing you to cum over and over again. Your clit is feeling too sensitive, you couldn’t move away.

“Sen-sensitive!”

“Take it.” He continues this rhythm for god knows how long, you have too many orgasms and your tongue is lolling out. Your clit goes numb, your mind blanks and your eyes cross. That’s exactly how Mikey wants you. He removes the vibrating wand from your clit and moves it towards your face. “Lick.” Your tongue is already out and you lick your tangy taste from the vibrator like candy. He removes the nipple clamps, leaving them achy and sore. “Are you going to listen to your daddies now?”

“Ye-yes, daddy.” Mikey quietly walks away quietly and you relax now that it’s over. The room goes quiet minus your haggard breathing. You shift your suspended body, trying to get more comfortable when you hear a small sound of vibrating. A bullet vibrator. Mikey must have gone to grab one and you wonder what he is going to do with it.

“I don’t believe you, you know.” He pretends to sound sympathetic but he shoves the bullet vibrator deep into your pussy, making you twitch from sensitivity. Mikey pulls your hair back, forcing his mouth closer to your ear, “Should’ve listened to daddy when he gave you the chance. Do you see what happens now when you don’t listen?” You whimper. “I’ll come check up on you in a few hours and see if you learn daddy’s lessons.” He silently saunters out of the warehouse, leaving you shaking, and thinking about what you had done wrong.

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mxnbi · 2 months

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Last but not least

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⋆˚✿˖° Bonten!Rindou X reader

⋆˚✿˖° SYNOPSIS It was finally time for Rindou to have his turn with you, what better way to end the 3 week journey than in the car?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

⋆˚✿˖° CW: car sex, fem! reader, overstimulation, cumming more than once, quite a bit of dirty talk

⋆˚✿˖° tags: rindouxreader rindou haitani tokyo revengers tokrev tokyo rebenji bonten haitani brothers roppongi brothers nsfw smut rindou smut anime manga anime smut manga smut fem reader car sex

21+ nsfw smut, minors DNI

You thought that you’d be used to coming to club by now, but your heart pounds against your chest at the thought of what’s to come.

Under specific instructions from Rindou, you came commando. Feeling extra bare, your thighs subconsciously stuck together as you walked. A subtle breeze lifting your mini skirt occasionally.

Unexpectedly, you saw the well dressed man waiting for you by the club entrance, a cigarette between his lips as he rested his back on the wall.

His suave demeanour made your heart jump for a second, his aura different from the first two you could confidently call sickos. Really sexy sickos that is.

None the less, you confidently walked towards him, still putting on that bold front you had from three weeks ago.

The clacks of your heels caught his attention. Rindou looked up and greeted you with a small smile. One that stopped you mid tracks as you expected a colder acknowledgement.

“Hey, let’s head back to my apartment. I got Ran out of the house for tonight.”

Rindou gently motioned you in the direction of his car and you followed his lead.

To say you were delightfully confused is an understatement. His calm and polite attitude makes you wonder how he could hang out with such lunatics all day, especially when he’s related to one.

The walk to the car was a comforting and peaceful journey where you forgot that you had nothing on under that skirt. It almost makes you wonder if you are even getting laid tonight.

“Alright here we are.”

Before you could even reach your hand out for the door handle, the door is already wide open with Rindou standing right by it.

You hesitantly sat in his car, almost too afraid to dirty his expensive car seats. Stress and anxiety filled your head as you worry about your bare pussy pressed against the spotless white leather.

Your train of thought was cut short by the thud of Rindou slamming the door shut. You watched him start the car and zip out of the parking lot, all while still in a daze.

“You’re a lot different than I thought.”

You awkwardly laughed.

Rindou glanced at you with a clear hint of curiosity in his eyes, all while still facing ahead.

“Is it because I didn’t want to fuck you in a dingy club full of drunk and smelly people? Or the fact that I held the door open for you?”

You giggled at his sly remarks aimed at his trio mates.

“Yeah I guess, you seem so…polite and calm.”

The car was filled with his soft laughs.

“Baby I may be a gentleman, but I’m never up to anything good.”

The conversation flowed like a smooth river, as if you guys had talked for months. The chemistry was unmatched and you have never felt so comfortable around someone you met at a club.

“Don’t be mistaken though, I may have this polite demeanour but I’m still phenomenal in the sheets.”

The sudden detour of the conversation shocked you a little, fidgeting in your seat to hide your shyness.

Rindou immediately noticed how your mood shifted. The way you turned your head towards the window and squeezed your legs together just gets the blood pumping. He wanted to push you even further beyond your limits.

“I don’t know what kind of expectations the two clowns have given you, but whatever that’s happening tonight will make you forget them in an instant.”

The way his sultry and smooth voice coats your ears makes his cocky words twenty times hotter. It makes you wonder just how good his cock, no, even just his fingers would feel up against your walls.

Seeing you in such a fluster tightens Rindou’s pants by the second, and right now, he simply could not wait any longer.

He makes a quick turn and stops by an empty road side, parking his car and rolling the windows up to prepare for what’s to come.

Seeing that you’re not parked by an apartment, you looked over in confusion only for Rindou to lock lips with you.

A yelp escaped your lips, obviously shocked from the sudden physical contact, but you weren’t hating it.

His big hands held the back of your head gently, holding you in place as his tongue touched every part of your mouth.

“Mm god… I see why they wanted to fuck you so bad now. You just taste so good.”

You moaned into the kiss at his praises. His hands roamed your body from your neck, to your chest and down to your ass, feeling up your naked cheeks under the fabric of your skirt.

“You really didn’t wear anything. You listen so well baby.”

Rindou whispered softly in between kisses.

You got wetter with each word that comes out from his mouth. His praise making your pussy twitch and pulse every time.

Rindou quickly pulled away, licking his lips.

“Get back in there.”

He nodded his head in the direction of the back seat and you wasted no time jumping through to the back.

Rindou himself got out of the car only to enter through the back to sit next to you and got straight to work.

His hand traced circles on your thighs before snaking up to your pussy, spreading your legs open in the process.

As he teased your soaked pussy, he bit at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks from the bottom of your jaw to your collar bone.

“Ngh fuck..please R-rindou…”

How could he ever say no to that?

“Fuck.. you really drive me crazy baby.”

And with that, he stuck three fingers into you with no preparation.

You screamed his name out loud, back arching against the back seat as he fingered your pussy hard and fast.

“Fuck! Oh my god yes…”

You leaned your head back, giving him more access to your chest and neck. He took this invite and quickly pulled down your bralette.

Rindou leaned down to pop your hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue tracing circles around the hard bud.

Your legs start to twitch and shake, a signal to show him that you were close.

Rindou saw this as an opportunity to pick up the pace, inserting his fingers into you faster than you can handle.

“Oh fuck fuck I’m g-gonna cum…”

Your thighs shuddered at the overwhelming sensation as Rindou mercilessly fingered you.

“Go on baby.”

That was all he had to say before you coated his digits in your juice.

Your chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. You failed to notice Rindou undoing his belt buckle and pant zip.

He planted a quick kiss on your temples before slowly pushing you back to lay down.

“I know you just came but..I just can’t wait any longer.”

Even in the dark, you could see a sheer tint of red across his cheeks.

He brought your right leg up to rest on top of his broad shoulders as he hovered over you.

“Tell me if it’s too much okay?”

You felt his round tip at your entrance slowly pushing its way in through your pussy lips.

You both moaned out loud at the insertion, feeling like he was made to fit in you.

“F-fuck I can’t believe those two got to try you first.”

Rindou bit his lip as he slowly thrusted into you, savouring every nook and cranny in your wet cunt.

He was much bigger than you anticipated, feeling his cock head probe at parts of you that no one has ever touched.

You looked down and saw an ever so slightly bulge at your pelvis, right where his cock resides in you.

You feel Rindou speed up, his hips slapping against your thighs while he fucks your pussy harder and harder. Wet squelching and whimpers filled up the air in the car.

“Oh fuck Rindou! Fuck you feel so good oh my god.”

He shot you a cocky smile, as if he knows how good he can make your pussy feel.

His finger nails dug into your waist as he forcefully snaps his hips back into yours. Making you scream with each thrust.

“Tell me baby, tell me how much better I am than those two clowns.”

You could barely even let out a word, your hands flailed around trying to grasp at something to steady yourself from the rough fucking.

“Fuck your cock feels so much b-better- Fuck! S-so much better!”

A low groan slipped from Rindou’s lips hearing those words.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt before playing with your clit between his fingers.

You threw your head back and let out a loud gasp at the sensation. The stimulation overwhelming you by the second but you just can’t get enough of it. You loved the duality of this man. How a gentleman like him could fuck you stupid so easily. Your pussy simply can’t get enough of him and his throbbing, thick cock.

You were at your wits end. Your pussy started to tighten around his member and that’s when he knew you were about to cum a second time.

“Aahh~ fuck..c-cumming.”

You lolled out whatever words you could put together as Rindou brought a hand up to gently stroke your head.

“Cum all over my cock baby.”

His buttery voice sends you over the edge as you creamed all over his cock. You gripped at his car seat and arched your back, cumming again for the second time, coating his dick in a goopy white layer.

You tried to calm down from your intense orgasm, but he was not done yet.

His voice drops an octave and he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“Let’s do it one more time okay?”

You looked at him wide eyed, thinking he’s insane for what he’s about to do.

He lifted your hips off the seat and thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow.

“FUCK O-oh my god wait-!”

You screamed, begging for any crumb of mercy that this man may have on you, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

Rindou pounded your abused cunt harder than before, moaning out loud at how you pulsed and clenched around his hard cock. He can’t help but get off of overstimulating you.

You writhed and quivered under him, the sensation of his tip repeatedly punching into your soft spot made you tremble all over.

Tears started to form, only rolling down the side of your face from how rough Rindou fucked into you.

Mascara and eyeshadow started to run down your cheeks. You could only look up at Rindou in a daze with your lips parted open, letting a bit of drool escape from the corner of your mouth.

Rindou’s cock twitched inside at the sight of how messy you are.

“Fuck you look so hot like this, I want to keep you by my side forever.”

He whimpered.

Rindou was starting to come loose. He could only handle being inside such a warm and hot pussy for so long.

His thrust started to become sloppy and his groans started to turn into whimpers.

“Mmm fuck~ god your pussy is s-so good..”

Just before he came, Rindou pulled out of you and squirted ribbons of thick, white cum all over your abdomen.

As he let out a string of curse words in the form of a loud moan, he quickly replaced your empty hole with his fingers, pumping in and out of you quick.

The combination of his sweet moans, him cumming on your stomach and his long, slender fingers made that knot in your belly snap for the third time.

“FUCK RINDOU-“

Screaming his name out loud, you squirted all over his cock and shirt, soaking him in your warm liquids. His car interiors now coated in your juice.

You legs shook uncontrollably around his waist, blabbering out incoherent words as you made a futile attempt to recover from such a session.

Rindou rested his elbow next to your head, his face just a few inches from yours before he pecks you on your lips.

The car windows now foggy after a rough fuck. Rindou looked into your eyes with softness that could only be described as endearing.

“So, I’m better right?”

You smiled, wondering how he has the energy to ask a question like that after what just happened.

You looked at him through your lashes and nodded your head sheepishly.

“I guess you could say that.”

You both chuckled.

“Well, that means that I’ll be seeing you more often then.”

Rindou says with a hint of hope lingering in his voice.

You thought to yourself — You wouldn’t mind spending a couple more nights with him.

A/N: HI GUYS SORRY FOR THE DELAYYYYY ive been soooo busy with school and everything AND ESPECIALLY WITH THE CHINESE NEW YEAR CELEBRATIONS that happened during february so im sorry this took so long but YAY part 3 is finally here and i hope you guys enjoyed my little trilogy dedicated to the best tr trio hehehe <3

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" Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. "

" What if their first love came back ? What if everything they thought had happened that night was a lie ?"

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Chapter 04 :

The orchestra began to play the next symphony, Kokonoi watched the dancers gradually disperse from the observation balcony, he swore he had spotted Rindou's hair somewhere in the middle of the dancing room, but he was too focused in his conversation to even care about that one.

A champagne glass in hand, he was standing there with both Takeomi and Benjiro Ito, who happened to be a bank manager secretly involved in La Compagnie's money laundering. Very few people knew about his involvement in there, though most of the people in that ballroom knew about Hiroto Mori's secret.

In the middle of his conversation with the shady bank manager, Kokonoi felt the skin of his back growing colder, a familiar uncomfortable feeling settled on his shoulders, his throat felt dry, something was definitely odd. He turned his head to the left, eyeing the observation balcony just next to him and his gaze fell on his boss, Sano Manjiro, in a deep discussion with La Compagnie's vice president. Indeed, Mikey was there to warn them about not stepping on Bonten's toes, in other words, to stop prostituting their girls on their territory. When Mikey discusses, he actually threatens, which he could clearly tell from the face the vice president was making, how uncomfortable he was, but that was not the thing that was bothering Hajime.

Turning his head toward many directions, he finally spotted what was making him that uncomfortable, and Hajime's back straightened immediately. There, in the corner of a room, a masked woman and a man were standing next to a pillar, and Koko could easily tell they were staring at him and not even trying to hide it. The woman was leaning against the pillar, a champagne glass on hand, the man was facing her and had his back to Koko, yet he could feel his eyes looking at him from the corner, from time to time.

Now he was used to people's admiration's glances toward him, he was used to women and even men staring at him, who wouldn't anyway ? The famous money genius, yet, he had a bad feeling about it, and If Kokonoi trusted something in this world, it was his intuition.

Quickly putting an end to his conversation with Benjiro Ito, nodding faintly toward that one who made his way across the room, he hurried to turn toward Takeomi who was leaning against the balcony railing, eyes roaming around the room since he was too bored to listen to their discussion.

- " That woman " Takeomi's attention was brought to Kokonoi when that one spoke, he quickly followed his gaze and his eyes fell on what he found a sexy woman on a designer dress.

-" She gives me the creeps".

The corner of the Akashi's lips raised slightly, mischievous eyes sliding toward his co-worker.

-" Man, worry 'bout your sex life if that vigilante scared you of every woman ".

Dramatically rolling his eyes, his co-worker cursed mentally at how his friends did not took him seriously.

-" I'm fucking serious, old fart. She and her man have been staring here "

Takeomi scoffed and straightened himself, turning to completely face his friend.

-" Maybe she found you attractive?"

-" what about her husband?" The other wearily inquired.

- " well maybe both of them found you attractive? "

- " God-"

-" What ?" That one rapidly took a look at whoever was around him before slyly taking a cigarette from his pocket and lightening it up. " A lot of married couples like to make it spicy".

Hajime took a step back, wincing because of the cigarette smoke and hoping it would not stick on his so precious suit.

-" you seem to know what you're talking about".

Takeomi who was about to take a new drag of his cigarette stopped right away and made a half weary half offended face, peering at Kokonoi.

- " I don't need to make it spicy. I am myself spicy ".

His face turned even more offended when that one scoffed.

-" Yeah yeah, Tell it t-" Kokonoi's words were cut off when he glanced once again at the spot where both of the woman and the man were standing, only to find it empty now. The man frowned immediately and his body stiffened, his reaction alerted his co-worker who followed his gaze again.

-" Where the hell are they ?" He asked, Takeomi approached the railing and started to look around the room, but as he was doing so, they both were startled by a familiar voice behind them.

-" Have you two seen Ran ?"

A startled Kokonoi and a disturbed Takeomi turned to curse Rindou, but they both frowned again when they saw his state. He was breathing hardly, as if he just ran a marathon, his cheeks were red, his tie was undone, but most importantly, his eyes. His eyes were... Different, both of them couldn't tell what changed in some minutes on their friend's gaze, but it was definitely not the same. More urgent, more full, almost... more alive.

-" Fuckers I'm talkin' to ya " he snapped them both out of their thoughts, they stared at him questioningly. " Where the hell is Ran ?"

Takeomi expeditiously looked at Hajime, sharing a conniving look before answering.

-" Last time I saw him, him and Sanzu were raiding the buffet ".

-" Yeah " Koko nodded. " They were devouring all the petit fours ".

They watched as that one muttered incomprehensible words, turned around and started heading to the stairs again. Both of them peered at each other, one raising his eyebrows and the other drinking from his glass.

-" I think Hajime Kokonoi spotted us " Conor muttered, leaning against the corridor's wall. Just in front of him, you leaned against the other and looked inside your pouch for all that you needed.

-" I don't fucking care, all he had to do was to not speak to that scum".

As soon as the symphony you danced on finished, you had to collect yourself as hard as it was and both of you and Conor disappeared in the crowd, avoiding Rindou who has been searching for you since then. Your hands were shaking around your weapon, your heart was still thumping in your chest but for the sake of the mission you had to push it aside for now.

You viciously slipped out of the room, out of sight of all the guests and hid in a corner of the hallway. Now it was time to put your plan into action, Conor was just as necessary as you since you had to act at the same time.

Because of the recent events, your father hired more security personnel to guard the hotel, which was just as expected, although they might give you a hard time you hoped to be prepared.

-" Okay" he put his gun back to his hostler. " Be careful to not be seen, be careful with the plates, and-"

-" And be quick, I know Connie " you rolled your eyes, straightening your back. He sighed and made a step toward you.

-" I need you to understand that this is more dangerous than any of your previous missions, we could get caught at any moment".

-" I do know that !" You declared reassuringly. " You just need to trust me there. And you also need to be careful, I'll join you as soon as I'm done, in the meantime try not getting knocked out " you ended up saying with a slight mockery in your voice, the man rolled his eyes and turned around to start making his way to the elevator, followed by you.

-" I wonder who taught you all that you know"

-" sometimes the student exceeds the master " you smiled and didn't had the time to hear what he answered, since you took the stairs down.

As you quickly descended the stairs to the kitchen, you suppressed the feeling of unease that came over you. You never were a regular at your father's hotel, and the last time you'd been there, that's where the downward spiral had begun. Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if you had chosen to keep it a secret, to keep quiet like everyone else, but now it was too late.

Moving quickly to the reception floor, you were relieved to see that the receptionist was not there, although you would have to deal with him later as well. Ignoring the marble counter, you headed for the next stairs at the corner of the large room again and started descending them, quickly finding yourself in front of large double doors.

Anxiety began to crawl inside you, you could hear through the door the last chef present there working hard . You had exactly five minutes to act before the waiters started to show up in the kitchen to serve the food. Taking a deep breath, you furtively closed your eyes, gathering all your courage before kicking the double doors open with a bang.

•••

The receptionist returned to his post after being called to the main room, his feet numb from walking so much all day.

The bald-headed man turned around the reception counter and took the door behind it, leading to his office where he hoped to have five minutes of respite from the madness of the masquerade ball organized by his boss.

All these rich men and women were unbearable, they had looked at him like a nobody during all the evening, he was longing for a moment far from them, in the soft comfort of his office.

He closed the wood door behind him once he was inside, paying no attention to the black desk or the rolling chair facing the wall, he moved to the cabinet in the corner of the room to pour himself a glass of bourbon.

-" I've always dreamed of doing this" You spun on the swivel chair that was facing the wall so now you could watch the frozen man from behind his desk, a large smile on your face.

Happy to have reproduced a movie scene by your oh so dramatic action, you watched with a grin as Oda slowly turned his body toward you, hand clenched around the glass. His face was pale, he has been startled by a woman voice and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a woman in a black gown sitting in his previously turned over chair.

-" M-miss, you can't be here this is the staff's room " he managed to stop his hands from shaking before putting the glass back on the cabinet and making few steps toward the desk, watching the masked woman who didn't moved an inche. " Would you like me to walk you to the ballroom? They must be serving dinner."

He watched as your smile grew wider, white teeth contrasting with the black mask covering half of your face.

-" Oh, the show will start soon then. "

He frowned even more, making another step to turn around the desk, getting closer to you. Your words didn't made any sense for him, he tried looking for any sign of intoxication or drunkenness that could possibly push this woman to act this way but you looked perfectly fine, Oda closed the distance between both of you and gently offered you his hand, which you looked at with cold eyes and an everlasting grin.

-" Let me guide you there, my lady. "

You rolled your eyes dramatically at his gracious language, ignoring his statement and bringing your eyes to his desk. Oda's brows furrowed when you lifted your head and with your chin, gestured to the frame placed on the dark desk, a family picture of him with a woman probably his age and two young children.

-" Cute family, do they know ?" You inquired, tilting your head to the side so you could stare at his face growing impatient. " 'f course they don't, as long as the fridge's full, no one cares".

-" Excuse me but who are you ? And please leave my office immediately before i call the security " joining his words, his hand wrapped around your forearm to yank you up from the swivel chair.

A very bad idea, since as soon as your first foot touched the ground, the second flew high to his crotch, in an agonizing scream he fell on his knees, hands around the latter.

-" The fuck ? Security!" He screamed, face clearly in pain as he tried to get up, only to be thrown to the ground again by another kick to his face.

His nose started bleeding, eyes watering and widened, eyebrows furrowed. He was trying to get up, elbows pressed against the floor while you made a step toward him, eyeing him as if he was nothing but scum under your shoes.

-" Get up and fight, man. " You commanded, getting closer and before he could do anything, kicking his ribcage so hard that your toes hurt inside your shoes. Another bloodcurdling scream left the man's mouth, as well as a small blood spit. His hands left his crotch to rest on his sides, turning on the safe side, he fell completely limp on the floor, dragging his body as far as possible across the floor as you walked towards him slowly.

-" Security!" He kept on screaming, attempting to reach for the bourbon bottle on the cabinet and aiming it at your face, which you avoided by a graceful spun, your dress flowing around you. " Who the fuck are you ? Security! "

-" I'd say they are quite busy for now " you faked a wince, clicking your heels on the parquet when you made another step and he tried getting away from you by dragging himself further away.

-" You're gonna regret this ! Fucking slut you are-"

- " bla-bla tell me something I don't know ".

You threw your foot once again to his side, making him cry out another scream coming out as a sob before placing both of your feet at each side of his body, having him on the ground between your legs now. Through his agonizing pain, the man started pulling at your dress with one hand, trying to make you fall on the ground, your eye color darkened when you saw how his bloody hands stained your perfect dark gown, your blood boiling in your veins at the sight.

Out of you and of a firm gesture, the edge of your pumps settled on his trachea, turning his body on his back and pressing hard on his air duct.

The receptionist's eyes widened, his hands left your dress to settle on your ankle now, scratching it and hitting your leg as much as he could so you would let go.

-" S-Stop... C-can't breathe... ! "

-" Maily the point of choking someone" you sarcastically uttered, dark eyes burning holes in his face while your shoe was still pressed on his windpipe. You were not doing him wrong, you were convinced of it. He was well aware of what was happening inside this hotel, in the dreamhouse. No one but him knew about the girls being abused in the secret floor , no one but him provided the rooms, and you swore to kill anyone who has a hand in this organization.

His face got more and more blue as the time passed, he struggled like hell under your foot, moving to his side, scratching you, groaning and crying but nothing would ever make you let go.

-" Why-... Who the hell are you ?" He managed to ask with a strangled voice, eyes starting to lose focus around him because of the hypoxia.

Limb numb, stern face, you pressed your shoe harder, letting all the murderous instinct you struggled with since years take control of you.

-" I am... what happens to the princess when there's no prince to save her. I am the dragon ".

But he was way too far gone to even focus on your words, you weren't even sure he heard them before his hands slowly left your ankle to fall over his body, his tongue rolled outside his mouth slightly, and his head fell to the side.

Suffocated, he died where he killed the dreams of so many young girls.

Lucid dreams.

Where someone knows they are dreaming, where they somehow have control on their character.

That was the exact way Rindou was feeling. Stuck in that ballroom as if stuck in a lucid dream, except he did felt no control over himself, or over anything else. The figures around him were moving too fast, talking too far, he felt robbed from reality, as if he was too detached from everything around him, being everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Sitting at one of the tables at the dinner for Hiroto Mori's birthday, all his friends and co-workers were there yet he was alone in the crowd, surrounded by thoughts and not souls. Surrounded by just one single soul.

Was it intuition or overthinking?

Was he hallucinating?

It was a dream, it had to be.

In no way his intuition would have turned real, it had to be about him overthinking. But god, it felt real. Every dead part of his soul ignited when he touched her, and when she looked at his eyes, he was back in the past, right before all of this madness happened, and when he heard her voice...

That wasn't exactly how you sounded, years ago. But now that he thought about it, it was exactly how you would've sounded, if nothing happened. If they confessed earlier, if you stayed the night, if you grew old together.

Some few years would weight on your vocal cords, and your voice would have turned a little more mature, exactly how it sounded now.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, under his friend's odd looks. He has been numb to any feeling for so long, and now everything he suppressed fell on him in one night, and he had to undo his tie because he was internally suffocating.

His thoughts were too slow, so much slower than anything around. While conversations went by around him at an incredible speed, he was stuck knee deep in that one single thought. You, You, You...

Was it real ? Were you real ?

It had to be, it was your eyes that he saw, their color, their shape. He would have recognized them everywhere, for it was the face that haunted his heart and dreams for years.

But it couldn't... ? You were gone, six feet under with a non-beating heart, they buried you...

Yet he didn't get to see your body... ?

He was turning crazy, he knew it. The headache he was aching could be nothing else than his neurons exploding inside his head. If he hadn't learned years ago, thanks to you, how to control his breathing, he would be having a panic attack, there, in a table with all his co-workers and La Compagnie's money launderer and their vice president as well.

Ran's hand on his shoulder didn't helped to release him from his thoughts.

-" You good ?" His brother had a worried look on his face, his usual smile gone. Rindou forced himself to gaze at the latter and his breath got caught in his throat.

His mind raced and he stumbled on the thoughts, what could he be saying ?

She's alive, our fucking angel is alive, I saw her, I promise.

Ran would rip his throat open, as cruel and detached as they were, everyone knew the one boundary of the Haitani brothers, you. All their friends or co-workers who knew about you know how dangerous it could be to talk or joke about you, let alone telling Ran something like that. Something he wasn't even sure about, moreover.

It was her, I'm sure. The voice in his head echoed. He couldn't be mistaken when it came to you, it had to be.

- " Rin, I'm talking t'ya " his brother moved his hand in front of his face, and Rindou's eyes focused finally on that one.

-" We'll need to talk, later."

Ran looked at him suspiciously yet Rindou just ignored him, this way he would have time to think about it and to figure out a way before the end of the night, but for now, he had to find that damn woman.

After they danced together, she disappeared from the crowd as well as her "man" , he shivered to the spine when he thought it might have been you with another guy. He searched for her everywhere, but she was no where to be seen, as if everything was just a fucking dream.

Every one was gathered in the dinning room of the hotel but that woman was not. Where did she suddenly go and why did she disappeared right after showing her face and saying something like that ?

He couldn't even tell if what she said was ironic or not, dressed to kill, could it be the woman vigilante ? Could you be the vigilante?

And he was panicking, again. Overthinking, he always had a good intuition, but this was just crazy. It made sense but it didn't at the same time.

He has been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even noticed that the waiters were done serving the dinner, the hors d'oeuvre and the frog legs.

Ew, he winces, he hates those, as well as most of the french food, therefore he just pushed slightly the plate in front of him and kept looking around the room, just in case he spotted her again. There was a lot of people, laughing and talking in the background, he searched and eyed everywhere, yet he was stolen from his thoughts and startled when a scream pierced the joyful atmosphere around.

Cutlery falling to the ground, glasses crashing, women screams, people suddenly getting up from their tables, Rindou looked at Ran but that one had his eyes widened and stared in front of him, he followed his gaze and it fell on Benjiro Ito, La Compagnie's money launderer, coughing blood, turning blue, hands gripping the table.

The sight before them was macabre, so much so that even those who were used to inflicting death found it disturbing. Everyone stood up from their tables, everything was messy therefore none of them could have figured out how many people were in that state. Dying, dying, literally dying.

Benjiro Ito was dying in front of them, as well as some men here and there, and they knew they were parts of La Compagnie. Waiters hurried their way, calling for help but it was too late, they already started to have arrhythmias, some men had their head already falling on the table.

Women started crying, men yelling and grabbing the waiters by the collar to know about what was in those damn plates, which plates were " infected" and which were not, the hotel staff came running their way, starting to evacuate people, though the staff was strangely less than before ?

It was essential to evacuate the whole hotel now, there was general panic, Hiroto Mori's bodyguards were escorting him out while some waiters were checking his dishes, Ran was starting to push Rindou forward to get out, but he only had one thing in head.

Dressed to kill.

•••

Everything hurt.

His nose was bleeding, his mask was long gone now, and the stab he received from one of the security guards burned like hell. Every breath he tried to take burned like hell, and soon, all he could think about were the guard's hands around his throat, pinning him to the wall and strangling him to death.

How did all of this happen ? Well, he had thought he could manage to knock down six guards on his own, and he almost did, but some were just stronger than the others, carrying knifes and backstabbers, one thing led to another and he was literally suffocating under that stranger's grip.

Where were you ? You should already be done with the poison and the receptionist, what was taking you so long ? He scratched and kicked the man in front of him but nothing helped, that one got an angry grip on him, cursing things he couldn't really tell what.

Now Conor worked as an agent for years, he already found himself in more dangerous situations than this and made it all alone, but this time, he could have sworn it was the time.

He was beginning to see black dots obstructing his vision, his chest no longer hurt now, his fingers felt cold and numb at the same time. And he could have sworn he saw her face.

His beautiful little girl, the same green eyes she got from him, the same blonde hair, except this time, she wasn't smiling, she didn't seemed happy.

She was talking, what was he doing ? She was saying it was too soon, to hold on.

But he loves her.

And she loves him, she assured. But she said he still had things to do, that he couldn't let you down, that he couldn't let her down, what was he supposed to do ?

He kicked like he just has been possessed by a demon, he reached for the guard's tie and pulled at it, fought with the last oxygen particles in his body, and suddenly, the guard's hands were not on him anymore.

Conor fell to the ground, eyes watering, hands against the floor while he filled his burning lungs with air.

Through his confusion, he lifted his head and saw you staring down at him, a worried look behind your mask, he saw you gripping a taser you probably used on the man's body lying down, and caught a glimpse of how your knuckles turned white while you gripped it tighter.

His daughter was right, you needed him.

-" Y-You saved me " he panted through his burning throat, you offered him your hand that he gladly took and helped him on his feet.

-" Yeah, saw you dying and I was like, why not ?" You joked, Conor rolled his eyes and regained his balance, ignoring your bad sense of humor during serious situations.

-" Is he dead ?" He gestured toward the guard lying down. You shrugged, yourself didn't knew how to use a taser or at what voltage was the electroshock, you stepped over the body and turned to look at Conor who had a raised eyebrow.

-" What am I supposed to do ? Tickle him ?" You inquired, he snorted and did the same as you, following you through the corridors that you only saw once in your life.

But you would never forget.

That day, that damn day. You just came there because you couldn't reach your father's phone, and decided to pass by his hotel since you needed him. Ran and Rindou got in trouble again, a fight where the cops ended up coming and arresting everyone, you remembered how desperate you were when you learnt about it.

Those guys never learn.

You went to his office but he wasn't there, none of the staff saw him neither, you decided you might find him at home for dinner, hopefully and got inside the elevator.

You remembered the doors were about to close, and that a girl was running toward them in a tiny little red dress, you frowned at her unusual outfit and stopped the doors so she could come in, and she thanked you with a smile before she stepped inside.

Something was off about her smile, it was dull and forced, and what was she even doing there alone ? She had barely your age, you could tell.

Observing her a little more, you caught a glimpse of something at the end of her skinny arms, around her wrists were a round red mark, as if something did cut her endlessly. You used to see those ones, and you quickly figured out it was the same ones you saw after freeing Rindou and Ran from incarceration by bailing them out.

Handcuffs, you gulped down and peered at her face again, she was biting her lower lip, eyes stuck somewhere on the closed door, yet she seemed too far gone already, and you frowned. Your eyes trailed down from her eyes to her nose, then back at her eyes.

She strangely had... Something familiar, an odd feeling assaulted you, where did you see her ?

Was it even her ? Maybe it was just some kind of a déjà-vu ?

The doors opened for her and she walked out the elevator, only then you figured out.

This looked nothing like the other floors ?

You would always remember the day you found out about the secret floor, what they called the dreamhouse. After many research and investigations, you understood they kept the girls they couldn't sell to worldwide ships and secret auctions there.

You indeed found out you knew the girl, or at least already saw her. Her face and name has been everywhere on TV for weeks, her mother crying for anyone who saw her daughter to call the police, she was fifteen when she was last spotted.

Inhaling sharply, you gulped down the knot in your throat. This place was a nightmare, the downfall. Everything started here, all of your trauma. But hopefully, and what kept you walking around those corridors with Conor was the hope.

That tonight would be the last breath of the dreamhouse.

You and Conor stopped at the end of one corridor, hiding behind the wall since you saw two big guys guarding a giant double door.

The gates of hell.

- " God, a lion would take a year to devour them " you eased the stress of the situation while eyeing the two giant guards, Conor winced. " Think you can fight with this ?" You gestured to the injury on his sides.

-" I can. It's not bleeding anymore, just a scratch."

You nodded, and started planning how you two would attack. For now, there were only those two, but you doubted they would leave even if the hotel were to be evacuated after Benjiro Ito's death, they have orders not to leave this floor under any circumstances.

Probably to avoid repeating what happened with you. To prevent anyone from seeing what you did.

-" one of us must-"

You two were startled as well as the two guards, screams started to echo between the walls, sounds of glass crashing and footsteps hurrying above your heads, your lips curled in a smile while Conor closed his eyes in relief.

-" It worked " you whispered as you were eyeing the two giants having an argument about whether they should check what happened or not.

-" You always make it work " he smiled at you, you squeezed his hand slightly. " We gotta be quick now, the girls can't be spotted in the middle of the crowd hurrying outside".

You nodded, he straightened and you rapidly threw your high heels away from your feet, gaining the men's attention.

-" The fuck you two doing here ?" One of them shouted while the other walked toward you, you peered at Conor who nodded, then looked back at the man and started running faster in his direction, which got him confused for a second just for you to jump and kick his face as strong as you could, landing a little further away from his body now stunned and lying on the ground.

-" You're gonna regret this " the other ran toward you, the one you kicked got up and faced Conor.

He kicked his foot in the air, aiming at your stomach but you easily avoided it, sliding to his side and gripping his arm that you locked behind his back. He couldn't make out anything before a bloodcurdling scream left his mouth with how you broke his arm with a swift movement.

- " How's it going Conny ? " You inquired while looking at him over the guy's shoulder.

-" walking on sunshine " he grunt and grabbed a vase on a piece of furniture next to him and aimed it at the guard's head, making him scream in pain.

Your minute of inattention was enough for the one you were holding to pull out his taser and you were forced to drop his arm when an electric current ran through your body, making you fall to the ground, shaking.

Your heart was now racing, you were no longer under the grip of the shock but you could still feel its effects in your burning limbs.

-" that was dirty " you squatted hardly and helped yourself up with your hands on the ground, while making some steps back. The man smiled devilishly and made a step toward you.

-" lemme guess, vigilante ?" Your smile grew wider, you straightened your body and peered over his shoulder at Conor who seemed to be having some trouble, the footsteps and the cacophony on the floor above hadn't stopped, which meant you still got some minutes.

-" I have fans, I see. "

He walked toward you again, aiming his taser back at you but this time you avoided it and found yourself behind him, you two turning around each other like animals in a cage.

-" gotta admit I didn't believe you were a bitch " you ignored his words and focused on his body gestures, making sure to not miss any of his attempts while holding your hands in fists in front of your face. " indeed you fight like a man ".

Rapidly and taking him aback, your leg flew to his knee's joint, stronger than any of your other kicks. He fell to the ground in a scream, holding his probably broken joint since it made a horrible cracking sound, his fist crashed against your stomach, making you curl slightly before you grabbed his hair and crushed him against the ground.

-" I fight like a girl " you proudly smirked, placing your foot on his neck and kicking him in a last bloodcurdling scream, his limbs finally relaxed, neck twisted under your blood stained feet.

-" b-behind you !"

Your joy was short lived, you turned around as fast as you could under Conor's command but unfortunately, you already felt hands tugging at your hair and in no time at all, a stabbing pain ran through your head to your neck.

Your vision became blurry, bloody tears staining it, your head grew heavier and your eyelids tend to close on their own, you really didn't understood what happened until you caught a glimpse of the bloody piece of furniture under you just before he smashed your head against it once again.

You winced in pain and started scratching his hand that held your hair, almost screaming at how painful your head already was without your hair being tugged that way. Conor manged to get up from the ground, his sides starting to bleed again and made his way toward you two, yet before he could do anything, you elbowed the guard's diaphragm and he fell to the ground holding his lungs and having trouble to breathe.

-" motherfucker" Conor squatted next to him, avoided his upcoming kick and grabbed his hair to twist his neck just the same way you did with his friend, ending his life here and now.

He then let it fall limp and got up, running toward you and grabbing your arms to steady you.

-" Fuck, your head's bleeding " he remarked then placed his hand on your injury, you sobbed in a breath and pushed his hand away. The pain was unbearable, even if you were standing up, your eyes were watering way too much and the world around you was spinning, you shook your head from left to right slightly to chase the dizziness and breathed heavily as the ache increased.

-" Wow wow , you should rest for a minute " he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder that you shoved again, starting to walk clumsily toward the double doors.

You grabbed the handle and opened it, revealing a long corridor with many opened room doors, some scared girls peering over them at you two. You turned toward Conor, smiled as best as you could and stepped in the corridor.

-" ain't got time to bleed ".

It happened all too fast, just like you have planned it though the guards gave you a hard time, the girl did not. They accepted to follow you both out of the dreamhouse oddly quick, they probably heard about " the hunter" everywhere in the news, and to be honest, they couldn't think someone could take them in a worse place than the one they have been for years.

You preferred to avoid the elevators, hinting that it would be crowded and you were right, all the elevators were full of worried and panicked people, the stairs however were not empty but at least you didn't crossed way with any of La Compagnie's members who would recognize the girls, and that was great since the last thing you needed was to be spotted.

On the other hand what was not great was running down all those stairs, panting from the fight you had and hearing endlessly the sound of screaming, your heart was beating incredibly faster every step you made, you were the first of you to show in the middle of the crowded reception room, you fisted your dress and eye scanned every face around, but no one of La Compagnie members seemed to be around, they must have been evacuated before anyone else, you deduced.

You turned around and looked at the girls panicked faces, some of them were holding their chest from how much they ran, others were standing a little further away, terrified that anyone would recognize them. You ignored the pain you felt while seeing their fear and locked eyes with Conor, he nodded and started making the girls move down the stairs to the reception where you started to walk.

No one really paid attention to all of you, most of the waiters and the staff were asking people to stand in the line in order to exit, but no one listened. Those rich and " well mannered" people were fighting like animals to get out of the hotel, almost breaking the doors by the same time, you could almost have laughed to this.

-" take the lead" you asked Conor once he's made his way to you. " I'mma stand behind and make sure no one's left. "

-" Okay but don't be late, once I start the van-"

-" I know, Connie. Take them out, now. "

He nodded, then both of you started to push the girls out, helping them while pushing away women or men who were fighting for the doors. You watched carefully as every girl stepped out of this hell, then you stiffened, your heart missed a beat when you heard your name.

And his voice, again.

Now isn't human's brain strange ? You knew it was his voice the second you heard it but there has been nothing you could have done to prevent your body from turning around and peering at him, feeling as if the sky fell on you when his amethyst eyes met yours.

Shit, you cursed and digged your nails in your palms when you figured out you had reacted to your name. Later, you would probably regret acting so dumb, but now, you had no time for this.

-" I know it's you ! " Rindou from upstairs shouted, trying to make his way to you by pushing the people out of his way. You rapidly turned toward the doors and sighed when you saw that Conor managed to get all the girls out. You start to pick up the pace, but so does he. His heart was pounding, he was pushing people out of his way a little too hard, his body was burning but it didn't matter.

The woman turned, the woman reacted to your name.

-" Fuck, stay, please ! "

Your heart squeezed in your chest, he was getting closer and through the mayhem around you still could hear the way his voice got suddenly huskier, you bit your lower lip and turned to look at him, and everything seemed to disappear for a second.

Everything got muffled, voices. Everybody disappeared, you weren't even in this hell of a place. For a minute, there has only been you and him, his face and your masked one, his burning gaze on you, gripping the railing hard until his knuckles turned white. His breath got caught in his throat, now he was sure, only you were in his mind, in his heart, and in front of him. No matter how many women were around the room, only you, he only had eyes for you.

He was closer to where you were standing now, and made another step, speaking to you while standing next to the railing and avoiding to get pushed by the crowd behind him.

-" jus' a minute, I- I'm fucking begging. Don't...don't leave me again ".

Hearts beating, hearts breaking.

Your heart was aching so much in your chest, manifesting its need to be close to him, crying blood that boiled inside your veins, yet you knew It was too soon, and with teary eyes, you whispered a " sorry " you knew he could read on your lips, through his eyes passed a flash of hurt, as if something broke inside him just before they widened, and he picked up the pace as if he has been possessed.

-" No no no shit, wait !" He shouted, but you were so damn good at disappearing...

You managed to slip between the multiple bodies, through the exit, and Rindou had to watch the love of his life disappear again, he had to feel his heart breaking again, had to feel his hands shaking again.

But now he knew.

You have always been there.

His breathing became a mess the minute he found himself outside, it seemed as if he was in the middle of an earthquake field with all the chaos around him and inside him. Left, right, behind then right again, he checked everywhere, but no sign of even a black gown.

His chest grew tighter, he pulled angrily at his hair and cursed, he could feel his eyes watering and he hated it, he hated how betrayed he felt, the weight of realization was now finally falling on his shoulders and he started to figure out you gave up on him, you left him behind, it was you, the same you, the same him, yet years passed by and you ran away from him now.

-" The hell you doin'? Everyone's waiting in the car ! "

Once again, Ran has been the one to snap him out of his thoughts with a hand on his shoulder. A strong, solid hand that would always be there, and when he looked into his brother's hues, so similar to him and filled with worry, he couldn't help but let the words spill out from his mouth in a broken voice.

And he saw it, the pain, the anger, the disbelief, the denial, he saw a nightmare going through those eyes.

-" She was here, Ran. "

Just how many heart beats and parts of them would you steal ?

-" Our baby was here, and she was alive. "

•••

-" Do you want a herbal tea maybe ?" He tried, he was shivering, the man in front of him didn't even grant him a look, he could feel the anger radiating from him through heat waves and he was afraid if he came any closer, he might seriously explode.

- " Fucking leave. "

No sooner said than done, the assistant left his boss's place with a knot in his stomach, leaving him alone in his office with his vice-president, his nephew, and the one he knew as doctor Endo.

The three of them looked at each other curiously from time to time, gauging the silence of their superior. He was not a very talkative person by nature, but this time it was close to mutism. His face was so red that the doctor was sure his blood pressure must be at its highest.

That one cleared his throat, earning a death glare from the raging boss.

-" I think it's not that bad " he started, then startled when the latter immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at him.

-" I think you wouldn't be that bad either, with a bullet in your damn brain. "

The doctor gulped down, then peered at his co-workers, silently asking them for help. The vice president sighed and as he was standing up next to Hiroto Mori's who was sitting behind his desk, he calmly pushed down the gun, earning himself another death glare.

-" That's exactly what she wants, the chaos. Let's not allow the pressure to mess with our heads".

-" He's right, Don. " The nephew agreed, sitting in front of the boss. " It's not that bad, you denied knowing about the dreamhouse-"

-" And who said the fucking media believes us ?" He slammed his fist against the table, making his nephew shiver. He always admired his boss and uncle, but he never saw him this angry and that was literally frightening.

-" you put it all on Oda's back, and he had been killed. I think they would believe you " doctor Endo added, making the nephew, Ichiro Mori, nod in response.

-" it's not all about the media, bitch killed Benjiro ! She took the whores, she destroyed my fucking empire ! " His voice could have made the walls around them tremble, and if they had to be honest they could only understand his wrath.

The vigilante hit even harder this time, a bold move, again. Not only have you managed to get inside his own hotel and kill the one who supervised the dreamhouse, you made him lose billions in a night by stealing the girls that worked for him, killing the one who made his money laundering, and had the authorities closing his hotel for sanitary problems.

In one night, La Compagnie has lost billion yens, Hiroto Mori had his reputation stained, and his money launderer killed. He couldn't do anything with his organization now, you froze it.

-" Nevertheless, the fact that she used batrachotoxin on frogs' legs to make it look like sanitary incompetence and not poisoning is surprising. "

You did. The main reason why you used a poison that could come from frogs was to make the authorities close the hotel, to gain more time, and it worked.

It put Hiroto Mori in more than a tricky situation, he was forced to sit and watch his main sources of income be taken from him, you wrecked him.

-" I'm gonna fucking rip her throat open. " He promised in a cold tone despite burning from inside. The men all nodded, they all agreed that this woman must be stopped as soon as possible, she turned out to be way more dangerous than what they initially thought.

Still, one thing struck the doctor's brilliant mind, and he couldn't help but to tell it, watching his boss' face turn even scarier.

-" I can't help but to think... Only one outsider knew about the dreamhouse, a girl-"

-" another word and I'll blow your brain out. "

His blood ran cold, the doctor licked his lips and lowered his head, he couldn't even sustain what was inside Hiroto's eyes, the rage, the hatred.

Hiroto understood immediately what he was implying, he made it clear years ago that he didn't wanted to hear about that girl anymore, his daughter.

The minute you thought about betraying him, he kicked you out of the family and punished you, made you a lesson for all his men that no one should play games with a man like him. He knew you hadn't told anyone about the dreamhouse, they didn't even gave you the time to do it, therefore he couldn't even think about his man's suggestion.

-" all I was saying is, her tongue might have slipped-"

-" Endo" the vice president warned, making a step toward him but the latter didn't listened.

-" only her knew about the secret "

-" and she took it to the grave. " Hiroto's voice cut like a knife, making the doctor startle. " Dead girls can't speak, doc. Dead girls tell no tales. "

His men went silent, noticing how dull and firm his voice turned. Since that day, no one talked about you, Mori made it clear for his men, he never had a heir, his only one being his nephew. Your name became a sin in that house, and they knew if the doctor wasn't that useful for him, he probably wouldn't be breathing by now.

-" Fine, what can we do now ?"

He took some minutes to think about the question.

-" I might have an idea. "

•••

Triggered.

A wounded animal, he acted just as. The only way Ran Haitani coped with the emotions that wouldn't stop coming was violence.

That was what got him pinning his brother against the wall, hand around his throat while both of them had been trying to punch the other since the minute they got home.

With that simple sentence, it seemed like Rindou pulled his trigger off on Ran. This got him going silent the entire way home, listening to whatever Rindou was blabbering with a distracted ear.

The minute they got inside Rindou's apartment, he couldn't take it anymore. He was talking about that other woman as if she was you. He felt insulted, his fist flew to his brother's jaw by its own, and soon they found themselves in this position.

He didn't even thought about believing him, beating the shit out of him for drinking or taking whatever shit that got him saying such bullshits. Damn, he was saying he saw you, he talked to you, didn't he knew he was stirring a knife in a damn old unhealed wound ?

His head felt dizzy, his blood was boiling and he really caught himself thinking about killing his own family because that one wouldn't just shut up.

-" The hell's wrong with you ?" Rindou grunt and moved like a beast under his grip, he grew older now, it wasn't as easy as it was to keep him still.

-" You're the one asking ? D'ya hear yourself talking you bastard ?"

Rindou squinted his eyes, he ignored how insulted he felt when he understood his brother didn't believed him and took that one by the collar.

-" I'm telling you. It's her. I know it's her".

-" Careful Rin, I've never wanted to fucking kill you this mu-"

-" The fuck asshole ? Think I'm a dam' kid ?" He pushed himself off of the wall and switched the positions, having his elder pinned against the wall now.

-" They could rip my fucking eyes that I'd still recognize our princess ".

He couldn't, no, he couldn't take it anymore. His breathes were harder to take, and it was all because of the honesty he could read in his brother's eyes.

You, their princess.

He was saying you were alive, he was implying you left them purposely, you would never have done that.

He was meaning you were the one who killed so many people, you wouldn't even hurt a mosquito?

He was in a raging anger, he felt guilty but the idea did crossed his mind, that Rindou lied about it only because Ran talked about moving on the last time. Rindou was his only family, his most trusted friend and the one he would give his life for, he shouldn't even consider thinking about something like that.

But he just couldn't, when it was about you, they would go off the deep end, and it was not the first time they did.

Years ago, right after their hearts have been ripped out of their chests. After days and nights being so high and drunk until they forgot about their own names, after creating fights with anyone they could just to get their anger out, after losing pounds, losing money, friends just because your loss turned them into an unbearable mess, not knowing made them this way.

Just as everyone started wondering why the assault of the daughter of such an influential man as Hiroto Mori was tuning into a cold case, the police and media claimed everywhere that they found the one who did this.

Families were relieved such a dangerous person couldn't harm anyone anymore, your father seemed to be finally coming to term with your loss, but not them.

It had to be one of their Roppongi acquaintance, a delinquent, just like them. Ran took the chance to pay him a visit in prison, scaring the shit out of him even from outside. He had many friends in prison, he knew they wouldn't hesitate to take care of the asshole for him if he asked to, but what he said to him, how he said it, he would never forget.

-" Ran, fuck. I'm not as dumb as to do this. "

Sure , he didn't thought about believing him.

-" She was yours, everyone 'round there knew she was under Haitani's protection".

But he had his intuitions too, and it felt odd, after all, how quickly it turned from a cold case to finding the criminal so easily. He told Rindou about it, and he remembered his brother had him in the exact same position as Ran was doing for him now, punching him for even thinking that this " motherfucker " could be innocent.

You always has been the only one to be able to make the Haitani's fight, but strangely, they only fought when you weren't there anymore, as if you were the one who maintained them together, their strength, and their kryptonite.

He asked Rindou to talk to him during his next visit to the prison, that way maybe that one too would see what he did see.

But.

Suicide, they said.

He couldn't handle prison, they said.

He got himself a razor blade, they said.

That was the only thing Rindou needed to understand the things were deeper than what they tried to make them believe. As luck would have it, he took his own life after talking with Ran.

an odd feeling of guilt assaulted the elder, Rindou had believed him, he accepted to give him a chance and he was right, your death was nothing but planned.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to think you were still there, not when you could have came back years ago.

God, if he truly listened to what Rindou was saying, you ran away from him. You would never have done that, you would never have tortured them this way and this long if you were still alive, nothing in the world would have stopped you from coming back to them.

-" If I hear this shit again-"

-" the fuck's going on here ?"

Hearing Kakucho's voice echoing through the room, Ran stopped talking, Rindou rolled his eyes and let go of his brother's collar, not shifting his eyes away from his, nevertheless.

Kakucho eyed both the men with a suspicious eye, they rarely fought and when they did, it never went that far. He hasn't been there all along but he could clearly see the blood on Rindou's lip, and Ran's eyebrow being slightly cut.

-" you're telling me we could've died in that damn hotel and the first thing you do coming back here is to fight ? Damn glad ain't got a brother ".

-" it's just a harmless argument" Ran turned toward that one and sighed when he saw him raising an eyebrow at him. Ran respected Kakucho a lot, he was the one he would go to everytime Rindou wasn't there, a true brother, but he couldn't just trust him with what Rindou was assuming, you being the vigilante means that Mikey would finally be able to put a name of the one he has been searching for, he couldn't allow something like that, even if it was false.

-" you know it wouldn't have been the same if Mikey was the one to come here, Ran ".

-" what is it about anyway ?" Rindou switched the conversation, making a step toward Kakucho who was holding his laptop, the man rolled his eyes and decided to ignore both of them, they were grown-up adults and knew how to deal with their own problems anyway.

What he was about to say was more important, something none of them would have predicted.

-" Mikey wants us all to see this. "

The Haitani's walked toward Kakucho and stood behind him, peering over his shoulder at the laptop, and stiffening when they heard his words.

-" it's about her, guys, you have to see this. "

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Can you make a fem reader whose is a martial artist with a yan bonten but she doesn’t let them get her easily

ik it's been a while y'all but don't worry bc i will be getting through your requests!!

idk much about martial arts so I’m just gonna do my best with the fighting scene. hope you enjoy!

also, why am i more inclined to write when i’m high 😩

ꨄFight For Your Lifeꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You’ve been on the run from your childhood friends❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Fight For Your Life

The platforms of your shoes slap against the wet concrete, puddles of water splashing as you ignore the rain falling on your skin. Your bloody clothes hugging against your body uncomfortably as the street lights glow amongst the dark sky, the empty buildings sitting under as you run past with squinted eyes. Your lips are apart as you take in quick breaths, though you tried to keep the panting steady. The adrenaline running through your veins made it easier to ignore the goosebumps caused by the cold air hitting your dermis and the red liquid running down your nose.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you ran from your totaled car. It was amazing how you slipped away, not expecting the driver of the car to have died on impact. You knew exactly who sent the sheep, snarling as you remember the men you couldn’t seem to escape for long. Although you made it far enough to stay in a motel a great distance away from Japan, you still had a long way to go.

I’m so tired of this shit.

It’s frustrating having to travel from place to place, continuously spending a limited amount of money just to be free from the grasp of the yakuza. If you would’ve known that you would be abducted as an adult by your childhood friends who disappeared without any warning, you wouldn’t have become close to them in the first place. To have been so devoted to them and the rest of the gang, only for them to abandon you and reappear without warning, snatching you up and treating you as property rather than a person, murdering most of your loved ones without a care of how that could affect you. Not only is the situation painful but demeaning. How could they treat you like that? No explanation for the disappearance nor the behavior, not that you needed it. Who they are now explains everything you need to know.

Ignoring the tightness of your chest became harder as you slowed your pace, halting your movements before bending over, hands on your knees. You gripped the fabric of your pants as your eyes closed, head dropping as you struggled to steady your breathing. Your tears of frustration mix with the droplets of rain, finally lifting your body and rubbing your sleeve against your eyes, only for the moisture to return.

Your eyes widen as bright lights flash behind you before you swiftly turn your body to face the car speeding toward you. The loud engine roars as the vehicle darts down the hill through the fog. You search around your surroundings for a good hiding spot amongst the empty stores. You huff before running behind a structure closest to you. You find a dumpster, cursing as you open it and climb in, ignoring your discomfort for bacteria as you cover your nose and close yourself into the darkness, praying to not feel anything crawling on you as you rub your face with both hands, smearing the blood from your nose.

You breathe in through your nose and release from your mouth, ignoring the overwhelming stench as you listen for anyone close. The pouring rain made it difficult to hear any footsteps if someone were to walk near. You closed your eyes as you pant into your cupped hands quietly. You patiently stay in your spot for what feels like a while, planning to hide in the dumpster all night long if you have to. The phone you bought when you ran from Bonten was lost in the wreck, hidden behind the broken machinery and shattered glass so you had no way to contact anyone to help, not that you knew anyone. You also didn’t know if the police would help you anyway considering Bonten has some of them wrapped around their fingers.

The top of the dumpster is snatched open, rain pouring as the sound of your screaming covers the droplets landing on the full sacks of trash. You struggle against the hold on your wrist as you’re yanked out of the hiding place, feet meeting the ground.

“The more you struggle the harder this will be for you!” The man growled, attempting to hold you in place. When he pulls you toward him with his grip tightening, you straighten your posture before pulling your head back and slamming it against his forehead causing him to release you as he grabs his head in pain. Running on nothing but adrenaline, you dash away from the man as you ignore the throbbing ache of your head, only to run in the direction of two more men speeding towards you.

“Shit!” You hiss before turning back around.

“Get her idiot or it’ll be our asses!” One of the men exclaimed on his way toward you as he faced the original male whose face is still scrunched in pain.

Just as you were about to pass the man who attacked you, he reached for you in which you dodged before continuing to make your escape. Before you could succeed, you are snatched by the collar of your top and yanked back. You gasp as you feel the sting from the sudden pressure on your neck, though your shock doesn’t last long.

“Gotcha you bit-!” He grunts and bends over, releasing you in the process when you elbow his stomach with as much strength as you could muster, so much so you release your own throated shriek. Before you could run the next man comes forth, pulling his arm back before landing a punch on your cheek. Your face hangs to the side in reflex as your palm immediately meets your cheek, eyes wide as you wince in pain.

Before he could make another move, you use your fist to back hand the man’s face before landing a punch on his cheek with the same arm, his body wobbling back as he tries to keep balance. You shove him just as the third male comes to ambush you from the side, both of you landing painfully on the ground with you at the bottom. The puddle of water mixed with dirt and grime splashes as you thrash in his hold as he grasps your wrists and forces them next to your head, squeezing as you howl in agony.

Seeing an opening all the while your face is scrunched with fresh blood oozing down your cheek, you take the opportunity to knee the man’s midsection. His eyes widen as his grip loosens, mouth hanging open with a silent scream. You make eye contact before shoving him off of you. Before you can pick yourself up, the original man places the platform of his shoe on your stomach before pressing down hard. Your nails claw at his covered ankles as he glares down at you with a smirk.

“Oh? What is this?” You watch as the color drains from the man’s face. Your own eyes widen at the realization that you had just been caught.

Your head slowly turns to the side, your own eyes meeting two pairs of purple orbs. A certain mullet haired man tsked as he stood in place, flicking the cigarette butt from his fingers before lifting the black gun held by his other hand. A blaring shot echoed in the air, your eyelids met just in time before the red liquid could splatter in your eyes.

As a result, a weight was lifted off of your stomach as you opened your eyes, watching as the other two men had an expression of bewilderment, freezing in their spots as they watched the bloody corpse drop to the ground, pieces of the brain and skull lying all around the wet ground. You stare at the situation with wide eyes as you slowly sit up, leaning on your trembling arms as you watch both males take a step back with their hands in surrender.

“Come on boys, don’t cower on us now.” The tall man says, running his fingers through his short streaked hair, a sly smile on his face as his other hand holds the black umbrella both him and his brother stood under.

“Pathetic.” Rin states before he turns on his heel, slowly walking away from the scene, Ran follows alongside. They don’t give you another glance.

Escaping your trance, you went to jump up, only for your arms to be grabbed by the two men. You thrash as your feet lifts from the ground, your biceps slightly sliding against their wet hands as the rain continues pouring. You didn’t stop your struggle even when nearing the familiar black suv that caused your heart beat to accelerate. Sweat mixed with the droplets sliding against your forehead as the pressure in your chest became more prominent the closer you got to your entrapment. You pull your arms with all your might against the growling males’ holds, attempting to use your feet to kick them, only for them to dodge and grips tighten.

“Don’t do this.” You plead, bargaining for your freedom.

“We got no choice, lady.” The guy on your left responded.

“You have to have a wife or daughter or something, guys! Please!” Your eyes burn with moisture caused by frustration, your eyebrows furrow as you glance between the men who hold you.

“Shut up!” The guy on your right hissed. “We’re doing this to keep them safe. Your well being is worth nothing to us so just accept your fate.”

Your head hangs low as you’re dragged to the car, the tinted window rolling down as a blur of white reaches your peripheral, right before the men holding you halt in front of the vehicle. You hear footsteps before a tight grip reaches your chin, forcing you to meet golden eyes that seem to glow through the rainy night. A blonde strand hanging on the left side of his face, the rest of his black locks pulled back in a messy ponytail. His empty orbs bore into you as you seem to internally cower from the strange expression.

Your discomfort increases as time goes on, the sound of the rain hitting the pavement masking the silence as you continue to hold eye contact. The corners of his lips curve upward before you can comprehend his next move. The tight grip released on your left arm before you hear a thud against the ground. Your eyes widened as you eye the injured male, turning your gaze back to the man who gives a sheepish smile, rubbing his bruised knuckles as he chuckled.

“You really know how to make a guy angry, Y/n.” He scratched the back of his neck before looking to the side as his smile dropped. “Running off like that wasn’t cool.”

You scoff before shaking your head angrily. You couldn’t believe his deflecting. They treat you like a pet. It’s degrading and abusive. The lack of respect as close as they were before is disgusting. Before you could respond, the cocking of a gun snatched your attention away from the tiger tattooed male in front of you and towards a certain pink haired man who now stood outside of the car. The barrel of his gun aimed right at your torso, your body tightening as you lose your breath.

His scars stretch as he snarls shifting his aim quickly before pulling the trigger. A loud shot rings out, echoing throughout the empty street. Your breathing slows down as the pounding of your heart is the only sound you can hear, followed by a ringing in your ears as the final grip releases you to the ground. The water pellets fall on your face as you feel pressure on your front as you stare at the sky, a warm liquid forming under your torso as your lips hang slightly apart.

You barely hear the car doors opening as your hearing goes in and out, five figures hovering over you as they observe your figure. Crouching down closest to your face, the platinum haired male who gives you an expression of emptiness uses a hand to caress the left side of your face, thumb tracing your temple. He leans over, his warm breath connecting with your ear.

“If you won’t let me have you, death will.”

As your hearing comes back and vision clears you watch as the men with solemn gazes turn and leave your vicinity. Mikey pulls back before picking himself up and following his men. You listen as you hear footsteps fade and the car doors open and close. The engine roars before they speed away, leaving you on the wet street.

You were in slight shock considering you couldn’t believe you had just been shot. You knew they were capable of it but the thought of yourself being murdered is unsettling. You stay on the ground for a moment, relieving yourself of the panic attack you just had before you slowly sit up and eye your surroundings. Seeing nobody in the area, you look down and pull your shirt up, grabbing the busted sack that once held fake blood from your cushioned vest. Staring at the sack you took a deep breath before releasing.

This is perfect because now they think I’m dead.

Although you were surprised about the gunshot, you wore a bulletproof vest, along with the fake blood sacks since you had escaped because you knew that there was a chance you might die trying to leave them. Your hands couldn’t help the trembling as you eyed the bloody puddle under you. Seeming to escape the trance, you hopped up from your seat and began to walk in the opposite direction from where you came.

The car’s atmosphere was thick with tension and grief. Although all the men held the same stoic and zoned out expression, their emotions were going haywire with their decision to kill you. Do they regret it? No. They don’t regret it as your punishment nor as a blockage for you to be able to move on without them. Do they wish you had just listened so it wouldn’t come to this? Indeed. Kazutora wipes the stray tear as his head turns to the side, eyebrows furrowed as he leans back in his seat with crossed arms and a crossed leg. Sanzu slowly cleans the gun used to take your life, wiping in slow yet rough strokes, all the while trying to focus on everything but the memory of your body landing on the ground. Now that his anger was gone, he lacked the adrenaline he had originally.

The Haitani brothers sit next to each other in the back of the black suv, Ran smoking a cigar with a tired expression as well as Rin removing a flask from his suit’s jacket and throwing his head back for a good sip. Mikey sat in the passenger’s seat, eyeing through the windshield with nothing but an empty void filling the inside of his chest. He feels nothing and everything at the same time. You used to be so close to all of them. It was a shame but he knew that he couldn’t allow you to live without him. You chose this. This is your fault.

A sudden ringing interrupts everyone as Mikey grabs the phone and hands it to Kakucho who uses one hand to direct the wheel.

“Hello?”

“You what?!”

Everyone’s eyebrows furrow at his reaction. He lowers the phone before handing it to Mikey with a concerned expression. Mikey sets the phone on his ear as he listens to the other person.

“Boss, her body is gone. She’s nowhere to be found.” Kokonoi says as he crouches down to get a closer look at the busted sack. Using a gloved hand to pick it up before it hangs from his fingers and the remaining liquid leaks.

“I have a feeling she faked her death and has escaped.”

Mikey stares ahead with a more focused expression, his eyes slightly wider than usual as he narrows his gaze.

“Find her, now.”

You eye the two lines with wide eyes. Your hands tremble as your fingers barely hold up the test.

“I-I’m pregnant?!” You hiss. You hop from the toilet and slam open the stall door, tossing it into the trash before walking to the sink and recollecting your memory as you try to search for how this could’ve happened because you genuinely had no remembrance of any sexual encounter in the last few months.

“I-I can’t feel…” The tingling in your limbs causes them to limp as you attempt to move your body around, though hands around your wrists prevent you from budging. Legs sit in between yours as the person on top of you leans over to your ear.

“How much of a dosage did you give her this time, Sanzu?” Kazutora asks before he licks a slow trail from your neck to your ear. You squirm under him as you try to find an escape before your body slightly shuts down and you become still as your eyes become heavier.

“G-guys…” You whisper, trying to come back to reality as you feel him adjust on top of you. Your mouth hangs open in a silent grunt as you feel a firm pressure enter your vagina.

“Enough.” The blue eyed male responds while rubbing his thumb along your forehead, taking in your scrunched nosed expression as Kazutora slowly thrusts into you.

“Fuck.” He whispers as he pressed his cock against your cervix, holding it there as his hands snake to the back of your head and neck, squeezing before he pulls his hips back to repeat the same process.

You shut your eyes tight as the girth stretches you, a stinging sensation surrounding your core before your pussy engulfs his cock perfectly. The pain switched to a conflicting pleasure that your own drugged body couldn’t handle. Your head falls back as Sanzu leans over and pulls you into a heated kiss, while Kazutora holds you tightly, his head on the other side of your neck as he accelerates his pace, hips rocking in a steady rhythm purposefully aiming deep against your g-spot.

Ran watched the display to the side with his brother, enjoying the show as they patiently waited for their turn with Bonten’s signature doll. He man - spreads while sitting with his arms resting against the top of the sofa, one arm slightly behind Rin who has his arms crossed. Both brothers ignore their erections as their pants become tighter, listening to the sounds you make as well as the juices colliding.

Mikey sits in a chair, similar to a throne next to the sofa, eyeing the session with his legs spread, leaning over to where his arms rest on his legs. From this angle, you both make eye contact when Sanzu pulls back.

“P-please stop!” You whine out as tears fall, hoping for Mikey to take control of the situation. Unfortunately, the only response you get are Sanzu’s thumbs smearing your tears and groaning from Kazutora in your ear.

Suddenly, he stops his thrusting and pulls back. He sets your legs on his shoulders as he looks down at you with a glazed over expression, red covering his face along with sweat as he repositions himself before leaning over your thighs and thrusting hard. His pace accelerates once more as he brings you both closer to your release. His forehead rests on yours as he thrusts his hips rhythmically against you. His cock slides in and nearly out of your walls as the head kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

“You're taking his cock so well, sweet girl.” The pink haired male whispers against your ear before nibbling the lobe, his hand sliding on your chest towards your neck before circling his fingers around the surface and slightly squeezing. The stimulation becomes too much, the sensation overwhelming as it mixes with the effects of the drug. Your hips meet his deep thrusts as you cry out.

“So. *thrust* Fucking. *thrust* Good, baby.” Kazutora’s raspy soft spoken words meet your ear as his eyes bore into yours. Biting his lip, he watches as your hands meet his chest as his grip tightens on your legs, along with the thrusts forcing you into having a violent orgasm along with sending him into his own as he moans out your name and his hips move sloppily, riding out both of your orgasms as sweat drips from your skin.

Your hand shakily reached your mouth as you recall when they would drug you up and proceed with sexual acts against your will. You have no clue which of them would even be the father. You knew you had to figure something out but you just didn’t know what. You quickly leave the public restroom and ask to use the cashier’s phone. Once you dial the number, you set it to your ear.

“Draken? C-can you please help me?”

“Ugh, girl come here!” You sigh as you eye the mess left from the little devil.

“What is this?” You question your child, eyeing her golden eyes as you point at the red paint that spilled all over your carpet.

“U-uh, I don’t know mama.” The eight year old responds with a cheeky smile. You shake your head, irritated because of the mess but you breathe out a sigh considering the paint is washable and will be able to be cleaned.

“Yeah, okay. You’re gonna help me clean this up.” You shake your head as your daughter nods. You chuckle to yourself before stating, “And don’t try to lie to me anymore, I can see right through you.”

Your daughter shrugs before leaving to grab some of the supplies. You couldn’t believe how much she grew to look like Kazutora. It was haunting and hard to deal with at times but she had nothing to do with it so the love for your child was enough distraction from how she was created. Before you could follow and help her, you heard a knock on your door. Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting anyone to have appeared so you ignore it.

Once the knocks stop, the ringing of your phone catches your attention. You snatch the device from your pocket and lift it to your ear.

“Hello?” You say to the unknown number.

“You have something of mine, and I’ve come to get it.” Before you could react, your windows were shattered as you crouched down and covered yourself. Immediately going into action, you run to the storage closet in the hallway to grab your child.

“Mama?” She cries out in surprise at the commotion.

“We have to go now!” You snatched her with one hand and pressed a contact with another.

“D-Draken! They broke i-!” Before you could finish, the phone was knocked out of your hand and you were forced to the ground, releasing your child in the process as she’s snatched by a person you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Awe, you really do have my eyes.” Kazutora says warmly with a smile as he holds your child in his arms, the poor girl crying in confusion and fear.

You're cuffed before you’re forced to stand up and face five of the men you never wanted to see.

“M-Mikey, please! She needs me! Don’t t-take her from me!” You yell in hopelessness, the tears falling uncontrollably as you watch Kazutora caress your daughter’s hair. The leader only stares down at you before turning on his heel and walking away, motioning for the other men to snatch you and follow.

“Wow, Y/n. You know, you really had us fooled.” Rin says as he grabs one arm. Ran stands on the other side and mimics his brother’s hold on the opposite arm.

“It’s silly really. We knew only an hour after you escaped and followed you up until this point.”

“You should be thanking the king for not killing you on the spot.” Sanzu growls with his head turned slightly back to make eye contact with you.

“On the bright side we can all be a family, now.” Kazutora beamed.

Truth be told though they would never say it out loud, they were all thankful that you hadn’t actually died. They found it humorous that you thought you could escape their radar at all. Now having been caught, you could only stare ahead, in hopes that if you comply, you could possibly come up with a plan to safely take your child and completely leave your past behind.

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ghoularaki · 11 months

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sought heaven in you (but i found hell)

↠ summary: Losing your older sister, Emma, took a toll on both you and your half-brother, Mikey. As children your relationship was estranged, but after running away and years passed, Mikey wasn't going to let you out of his grasp again. Even if it meant lending you out to other men for the sake of "protection."

↠ word count: 20,750

↠ pairing: sano manjiro x reader, slight kakucho x reader + bonten trio x reader

↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, bonten au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, incest, sibling abuse, abuse of power, drugs, alcohol, emotional and sexual abuse/assault, sex work, blood, guns, slight suicidal thoughts, reader is described with having visual bruises. NSFW (NONCON, fingering, pussy slapping, mentioned fisting, spanking, belt used as leash, choking, bondage, riding, exhibitiobism/voyeurism, possessiveness, unprotected sex, little aftercare)

↠ a/n: this is for @killsaki's collab. also take this as an apology for disappearing for a month, i offer you nii-chan porn in exchange for forgiveness

Rattling breaths polluted the winter air. The oxygen shuttered in your chest as you quickened your footsteps. The awning of the train stop was right in view.

Flurries of snowflakes clouded your vision, highlighted by the street lamps that guided your path. Night blanketed you. Gripping the backpack in your stiff hands, you try as you may not to look over your shoulder.

You never knew fear like this before and you clung onto it to remind you of why you were here, in the dead of the night. As if Fate was watching over you as you groaned in relief at the awning a step away, the click of a gun being cocked was right behind you.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n.”

CONCEPTION

"Again?" A voice called.

Deep in the room where ruffled bed sheets are were a reminder as to why you were shaking. Your throat was tight and achy. This wasn't the first time a client got violent, but it was the first time they were able to get a hit in.

You clenched your eyes as their blood was still warm on your hands. The memory was hazy as one moment you were flirting with them and the next they had slammed you against the desk with taut hands. Eyes almost bulged out of your head as you scratched and spit to get him off you. With a free hand, you scrambled against the desk for anything to get them off. A book or even a paper weight would suffice, but your desperate fingers gripped onto a letter opener.

The same primal, vicious instinct pulsed through you as the man killing you as you jammed the letter opener so far into his neck you heard the squelch of metal hitting tendons. He stumbled back in shock as he tried to cradle the wound as he rapidly bled out. His mouth was left agape just as yours. You cradled your throat as you coughed and greedily breathed in air.

As he collapsed, you screamed so loud the sound still haunted the room. At that, Kakucho burst in.

"What the fuck is going on?" He barked.

The scene in front of him answered his own question. He spied how you were still clutching your weapon, blood running down your hand from your forearm and the same red liquid splattered on your face. Your eyes were wide and terrified.

"He- I'm- He tried-" You stuttered out.

Kakucho went to the dying man and pulled him up. "You aren't getting out of this so easily."

You had no idea if those words were targeted towards you or the man. Whatever it was, Kakucho helped the man get medical attention. The blood leaving a stain on the expensive carpet was neglected.

More men filed into the room to clean up the mess with Kakucho instructing them to make sure the man was tended to. You stayed at the desk, not moving, not blinking and barely breathing. Time whizzed past you as Kakucho finally came to check on you.

He took the letter opener from your hand. You let him pry open your twitching fingers, fluttering like a dead butterfly's wings. Gripping the side of your head, he directs your attention to him and not the tainted floor. Your pupils sluggishly met him, keeping your focus on his non-blind eye. By now, only you and Kakucho were in the room. Taking the opportunity to be alone with you, Kakucho held you to ground you back to Earth.

“You know this has to be reported to Mikey, right?”

Tears bubbled into your waterline, chest hiccupping. As the adrenaline crash was setting in so did the realization that you just fucked up an arms deal that was in the works for weeks now. You were doomed.

“Don’t tell Mikey,” you begged in spite of how raw your throat was.

Kakucho was about to open his mouth when a voice cut him off.

“Don't tell me what?”

Speak of the devil and he will arrive. Mikey came from behind Kakucho standing in the doorway. Sometimes you think he does this on purpose as punishment, punishment that it was Emma and not you. You peer over to him from where he stands in the doorway. Despite his small frame, his presence polluted and took up the area.

No matter what you did, you could never rid yourself of him.

Kakucho drew himself away from you and let Mikey take the reins. The smaller man crossed the room to stand just where Kakucho was. Taking the hint, he left you and your older brother alone. Your eyes bounced to him, suffocating the pleading expression.

Leering back at Mikey, you slouch more against the desk so he had more of a height advantage. He liked you small. The dark circles were a harsh purple against his dulling skin. You remembered the days when his complexion was a healthy tan with a pinky flush. Mikey was a mere shell of the man he used to be.

His slender but encompassing hand, held your chin smearing the blood deeper into your pores. Tilting your head to the left and then the right, he was silent while he observed your darkening bruise. You were sure it was an ugly red. Assessing the damage, his fingers glided against the flesh and you whimpered in pain. The wound was still very much raw and your larynx was aching.

Sighing, he stopped poking at it since you proceeded to flinch. “Someone bring ice!” He hollered into the hallway.

Turning back to you, his hand went down to stroke up and down your shoulders. The motion brought no comfort.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you rasped.

Mikey didn’t seem to believe you, but decided to drop it since you were so dazed. He couldn’t get any information out of you when you were like this.

“He won’t be allowed back here again, so don’t worry about that.”

The words were meant to bring you solace, but like his touch, it only set you more on edge. You weren’t worried about that. You were terrified you would have to go back. You were sick of this job. You never wanted to in the first place.

What Mikey harbored for you wasn't love and you were sure of it. He never cared for you as an older brother should. For the promise of a done deal, he would sell you to the highest bidder. After the death of your sister, Emma, his leash was incredibly tight.

You were only about five years old when you met Mikey. Taken to the Sano household after you had met Emma first, you had hid behind her leg in fear. You were a secret as you were proof of your father's infidelity. One time was a mistake, but twice was a pattern. Though the cat was out of the bag when your mother stopped being able to afford your care and had to beg the Sano household for help.

For a year, you would have supervised visits with her, usually at parks, so you had a stable pillar to lean on when you were uprooted from your old home. You were always a shy child. Understanding how scary it was to be told you had a whole other family, six year old Emma took you under her wing. You two were thick as thieves, though when she hung out with Mikey you always hung back.

Even as a young child you could tell that the older boy never did like you. Or at least you thought. Once out of ear shot Mikey would ask Emma why you always avoided him. She would merely shrug, just as confused as him. Both of them were a lot more outgoing than you. When Mikey would bring around his friends even as you grew older, you would offer a small wave before barricading yourself in your room.

They tried their damnedest to befriend you though it felt like trying to trick a feral kitten out of hiding with treats. Eventually you would join them in the living room when you could sit next to Emma. Mitsuya and Draken were usually the ones to get you out of your shell the most. Offering no words but they did extend your favorite snack they got at a convenience store, Mikey would watch in envy.

You had been there that night, following Emma. After her death whatever petals that blossomed had shriveled and curled in on themselves. You barely talked and barely ate. Nothing could fill your stomach so you starved, cold from the lack of her warmth. Though she did not leave. She was everywhere, deep in the wallpaper and woven into the fibers of the couch. Her ghost refused to leave the house.

Both you and Mikey were cracking. In the hospital was the first time you two had touched each other. You sobbed into his arms all night long as he shoved his head into your hair. He gripped you so hard you swore he was trying to crawl his way into your ribcage. And at the time, you would have let him. Anything to fill the ache. Draken could only watch sorrowfully. After that night, nothing was the same nor would it ever be.

The whisperings at school and how Toman tried their best to talk to you, grated your ears. For the first time in your life, you were angry. Not a childish anger or simple annoyance. You were enraged and everything was too loud. The sad looks filled to the brim with pity poured into your mouth until you were forced to swallow the false pleasantries. There are so many ‘my condolences’ a person can take.

What broke the most was how Mikey stared at you with such contempt and longing. You knew that he only saw Emma. Your silhouette haunted the home and you both knew you would never be her. He began bringing you to gang meetings. Where Mikey was, you were sure to be tethered to him.

Your hands were sticky with the glue you tried to hold yourself together with for your family. Mikey had known her longer and had been so protective of her, the love he had for her was something you couldn’t fulfill. As the weeks passed, he must have come to the realization as well. He grew meaner and colder. Your brother abandoned clinging to you and pushed you so far you meshed into the walls with her.

The house was tense and it was like walking on eggshells. Any word you spoke was met with a glare and scoff. There was no escape from him as you both attended the same middle school. His icy demeanor stuck to your skin, pulling would only rip away a layer of flesh.

You could tell the words clenched behind his teeth; it should have been you and not her. For the first time in years, you agreed with him. So a few months later, you packed your bags, leaving a letter on your bed and hopped out your bedroom window. Thank God you were on the first floor. With the little money you had from doing odd jobs, you bought a train ticket as far from Tokyo as possible. With a stroke of luck you were able to find your estranged grandmother who took you in, residing deep in the countryside.

You couldn’t stand watching Mikey destroy everything with his stupid middle school gang. You lost what mattered most because of him, the angrier part of you raged. Though as you got older you stopped blaming him. Maybe if you were more vengeful you would have sought out Hanma or Kisaki for murdering your sister when you fled into the night, but you were too exhausted for such emotion.

When Mikey saw you again he swore he was dreaming or he didn’t get enough rest. He doesn’t sleep much nowadays. Years had passed since he found your letter. He had read and reread it over and over until the words finally sunk in. The immature part of him wanted to scream and cry. In hysterics, he ran to Draken’s home with the letter and wailed to him that they had to find you. What if Kisaki or Hanma found you? How dare you leave him, you were his like everyone else in his life. He already lost Emma and now you? Something finally snapped inside him that day.

Though he honored your wishes and left you alone. Mikey was out with his men when you passed by him like a wayward butterfly, he knew that this was a sign that you were meant to be in his grasp again. You had grown so much since the last time he saw you. Unsurprisingly since you were thirteen when you ran away. Your hair was longer and dyed a different color, you were so beautiful and it stung that he never got to watch you grow up with him. He had no clue you were back in Tokyo or if you left at all. He immediately asked Kakucho to track where you are and your routine.

Sickness festered inside him when he found out you worked a humble desk job, frequenting a bar with your male coworkers, laughing boisterously with them. None of those men could care for you like your big brother could.

As giddiness built in Mikey, an uneasiness settled into you.

When you arrived at your apartment late in the evening, something was amiss. The door was unlocked when you spun the knob. A shiver ran up your spine, you always locked it along with the two extra locks you put just in case.

Exhaling a shaky breath you reach for the small handgun you had in your handbag. The possession was highly illegal, but you abused the ties you had to Mikey to obtain it. You weren’t ignorant to what your half-brother got himself into. Steeling yourself, you pushed open the door and walked inside. There was no use to run since if they found out where you live, they would only follow.

Holding your gun out, you side stepped into the pitch black to the light switch. Before you got there the living room light flicked on by itself. You whipped around to see your older brother stand in the space.

You sagged your shoulders and dropped the gun to your side, still clutched onto it.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” Mikey’s tone was bored.

He looked a lot skinnier than the last time you saw him and his hair was completely different.

“More like relieved it's just you.”

He pointed his head towards your gun, “Why do you have that?”

“Protection,” Was your reply, still on edge. Yes you were glad it was him and not a stranger, but you weren’t stupid or blind to what he has become.

Mikey embarked towards you and you backed away, scared of what he was capable of and why he broke into your home. You can’t imagine it's for a long awaited family reunion.

“What do you want, Manjiro?”

“Can’t a brother visit his dear, baby sister?”

With each word he stepped closer to you until you were backed into a corner. Stumbling over your still heel clad feet, you two fell into a twisted rhythm. The door was still in sight and your focus ricocheted to the escape route. Keeping him at arm's length, you raised your gun at the unwavering man.

“Get away from me.”

His eyes were dead and showed no emotion as he twisted the gun out of your grasp. You yelped at the pain shooting up your wrist as he locked your arm. If he applied a little more pressure the bone would surely break.

He tugged you close to him until you were almost nose to nose, “Do you think a gun would protect you against any of the men who want your head on a platter? I never remembered you being this naive.”

“Because you didn’t know me,” You spat out.

“Bullshit, I know everything about you and I know that if I let you stay in this apartment for one more night then it won’t be only me that will pay you a visit. Kisaki is still out there, you know?”

You glanced back down at the gun but he kicked it even farther away, “You are not going to uproot my life because you deem it fit. I don’t need you.”

He brought a hand to your face and gently cradled it as you glared at him, “I don’t think I asked.”

Mikey released you from his hold to shove you onto the couch. Hugging the offending wrist to your chest, you rubbed out the pain the best you could. A new man comes into your agape door with a certain swagger to him. His hair was a deep black and a middle part that reached about his ears. One of his eyes was a foggy hue with a scar framing it. It only served to make him more handsome.

He made himself at home within your apartment, immediately helping Mikey to pack all your belongings.

“I’m Kakucho,” He introduced himself as he put the bag down near you. Mikey could be heard ruffling through your shit in the background.

“Fuck you,” You replied, pissed that Mikey dragged you back into this life. He laughed at your response and the corner of your lip quirked up, but you stifled it. He was attractive, you will give him that, but you refused to fall for his demeanor and sharp grin.

Before you could dwell on the man in front of you, Mikey ushered you out of the apartment and into the car waiting for you three at the back of the building. The model was obviously something expensive, but it did nothing to impress you. Your bags were put in the trunk while you were shoved in between the two men. There were two other men in the front, the one driving seemed familiar.

How Bonten had not been caught was beyond you with the mansion they all lived in. They obviously were flexing their wealth, but you assumed the police were being bought out so they didn’t care. The halls billowed as you were toiled to where Mikey wanted you.

He burst open a door to what you presumed is his office. He sat behind the desk in a fancy office chair while you were forced onto the lavish, leather seat. You stared at each other before your brother finally spoke.

“I want you to be a hostess at the Haitani Brothers’ clubs,” he raised a hand to stop your protests, “All I need is for you to butter up clients. Nothing more than a little touching and drinking with them. You will be guarded the whole time.”

“Are you serious, you want to whore me out to gangsters? You’re out of your mind!”

“Watch your tone,” His timbre was plain, but his irises flashed with something violent.

“You don’t get to try to act like a respectable older sibling now.”

“This isn’t up for discussion, this is to ensure your safety.”

You laughed out a scoff, “Yeah, safety. If you wanted me to be safe, you would have stayed the fuck out of my life.”

You shot out of your seat and flipped him the bird when he yelled at you to come back like a father herding an insolent toddler. You exited out of his office and passed by Kakucho who hooks a hand around your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?”

“Let me go before I scream.” A glare was stamped deep on your forehead.

“That will only bring men who aren’t as nice as me.”

You raised a brow at that.

“Look, I know Mikey doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions, but for the past few years, you don’t know how much he talked about you. He missed you.”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, confused and uncomfortable. What choice did you have?

EGG

The ability to speak again came back a couple days later. A bruise stayed heavy on your throat, wrapped in semi-permanent handprints, you tried your hardest not to stray on your reflection. Purple and red bloomed from the wound and were quite tender. Despite this, you were offered little sympathy.

Within a dark corner of the back of one of the Haitani brothers’ clubs, Kakucho tried to offer some pity. Your face was twisted into an ugly expression from the anxiety. Clutching your arms so tight that your nails left indents in the fragile flesh, you lifted your head to him.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

He only sighed with sadly pinched eyebrows.

At the sound, your voice hitched, “Don’t make me do this, Kakucho.”

“You know that I can’t do anything about it.”

You gripped at his shirt and you tried not to break apart as you wheezed out, “Have you ever even tried.”

He clutched your cheeks between his fingers, “Me even thinking about it will have both our heads. I may be number three but I am not as powerful as you think I am.”

You rested your head on his chest, “I know.”

And you do, you were not ignorant to the fact that you and Kakucho being as close as you are is a risk in of itself. Though, you took the leap, hugged the one bit of kindness of this world close to your aching chest.

He lifted your head and extracted you from him, “We both have a job to do. Let's just get through tonight.”

Agreeing, you towed yourself from him and steeled yourself. With a bleeding heart, you departed from him and rounded the corner to the door into the back of the club. Even in the back hallways of the club, the smell of smoke crowded your lungs. The bass of the music was a soft thumping, comforting you. The walls were illuminated with an orange watercolor like finish. A haze clouded your vision.

Free of any human interaction, you make it into your private room. Here was where you got ready and welcomed clients to your misfortune. The room was on the bigger side, complete with a velvet couch, an ottoman and a classic style vanity. It all screamed old Hollywood.

Amongst the furniture was the very last person you wanted to see. Leaning against your vanity table was Sanzu. He was clad in his usual purple pinstripe suit without the blazer. His arms were crossed, posture that of a disapproving parent. You instantly tensed.

“Where’s Ran?” You asked as he was the one that told you your clients.

He didn’t respond to you. Further on edge, you spied how he beckoned you over with a curl of his finger. Tethered to the palm of his hand, you walked over. Crossing the room in about ten steps, you stand before the lanky man. In front of him, you shivered at how in spite of his slouched stance, he towered over you.

This close, you could see how his dilated pupils ate up the beautiful blue. The man stayed silent and so did you. You watched each other as he parts an arm from the tangle and dragged a hand up your arm. Swallowing the shutter, your arm broke out in goosebumps as his fingers glided up to your shoulder and to your neck. You winced when he pressed a thumb into the healing skin.

Gently, he traveled to your nape and stroked the baby hairs. Not before twisting the long fingers deep in your tendrils and wrenched your head so far back you screamed and scrambled to grab the offending wrist.

His visage was thunderous as he pulled your face close to his, “You are not going to fuck this up, you are already on thin fucking ice, you hear me?”

Eyes clenched, you could barely respond from the agony. He jostled you and tears strung your eyes, but he didn’t care.

“Look at me.”

Terrified of what he would do, you opened your eyes. Sanzu’s features were blurry from the water, but the pleasure he got from this was prevalent. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he shoved you as close to him as possible. The man rubbed his bulge against your crotch. Of course he was getting off to this. Trying to ignore the motion, you stared up at him with pinched eyebrows. Something crossed between a glower and a dejected expression.

“I love how pathetic you look like this.”

The freak proceeded to lick up the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You squirmed and whined in his suffocating embrace, hating the slimy tongue against your skin.

Already bored of you rejecting his little game, he pushed you away from him. With the pressure, you stumbled into the ottoman in the middle of the room. You peered up at him with unbridled hatred, but there was nothing you could do and he was well aware of the fact.

“Behave or else that bruise around your throat will be the least of your problems.”

With that he walks out and slams the door closed. You glimpsed up at the vanity to see the mascara streaks on your cheeks and your ruffled hair. A screech pierced through the air as you pounded a fist against the seat before composing yourself and stared at yourself in the mirror, getting lost in the reflection.

Like Kakucho said, you have a job to do.

A voice towed you from your thoughts. Oh yeah, a few hours had passed. Your reflection met you once again except you were far away from the private room. Here, you were in Mikey's bedroom. He rarely used the room unless he wanted something from you. In the full length mirror, you stared at the woman clad in a pretty dress. Tonight was a blur and you welcomed the cloudy feeling, the less you remember the better.

From behind, Mikey approached your form. Brief eye contact was exchanged as he put his hands on your bare upper arms. The warmth had you shutter, but you almost drifted into him.

“Arms up,” He spoke into the tense air.

Like a dog, you obeyed. His fingers brushed against the hem as he pulled the dress over your head. Deliberately, he leaned the garment against the chair near the open, walk-in closet. Your arms were heavy lead as they dropped back down to your sides.

Mikey crossed back to your stagnant form. His eyes drank up your almost naked silhouette, unable to keep his touch to himself. Kissing your bare shoulder, he whispered in the flesh, “My pretty girl.”

You shuddered.

Still watching each other through the glass, Mikey turned his focus to the man-made collar decorating your throat. His hand traveled to the bruise and brushed against it. The pain was dull. As your brother bore into you, you had half the mind to cover yourself, but it would only offend him.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Every time he uttered those words, a part of you withered. Mikey was a possessive man by nature. Despite him being the one to force you into this profession, he would always satisfy the need to conquer.

You merely nodded as you laid in the soft bed sheets curated just for you. He was quick to cover his body with yours. The stark difference of you only in panties compared to him still fully dressed was humbling. You were vulnerable.

Your hair pooled around your head like a halo. His own strands curtained around you, framing his face so it was all you saw. If Mikey had it his way, that is exactly what would be your own world. Him.

In a sense, he already was.

One arm bracketed your head while the other reached to cup your bare breast. His thumb circled the nipple. Your breath hitched as he toyed with the sensitive flesh until it pebbled. A yelp left you when he pinched your nipple. You squirmed, hating how he did it only to elicit a reaction. The corner of your brother’s lip quirked up.

“I won’t torture you too much tonight,” He spoke against your lips.

“Please.”

You didn’t want this to last longer than needed. He loved to take his time with you. To pull every reaction and sound from you until you were sapped dried.

He kept circling your nipple as he slotted his crotch more firmly against yours. Impatient, Mikey rubbed himself into your warming pussy. Bending down, he kissed your temple. Moving in tandem with him, you bucked into the growing bulge. He was so much different from Sanzu in this regard where he still hasn’t fucked you. The taller man couldn’t say the same.

Becoming bored of toying with your breast, his hand trailed down the length of your rib cage down to your hip bone. Mikey fully pulled away so he sat on his heels. Wanting better access, both hands went to the lacy hem of your pale pink panties. His thumbs hooked around the fabric and lugged down. The fabric was easily torn away. Like unwrapping a present, he ripped the undergarment completely off you. Gentle when it caught on your ankles, pulling your legs up to gain access. Your brother kissed the bone.

Sliding his palms down, he cupped them underneath the juncture and pushed your knees to your chest. Those inky irises bored into your bare cunt. A mix between the brief pleasure and the humiliation, your pussy glistened.

“Fuck, you look so tight. I have no clue how with how slutty your pussy is,” His tone stayed bored but with a breathy edge to it.

When you didn’t acknowledge his words, he released one of your legs to slap your clit. Crying out, you attempted to close your legs but his mass made it impossible. You whined at the pain and he did it again. Your clit tingled and was swollen.

“I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”

“S-sorry,” You whined out, not knowing what to respond to.

He only hummed and became transfixed on your clenching cunny. “Let’s see how tight you are.”

Mikey twirled your bundle of nerves a few times before guiding two fingers into your hole. Already wet, he was able to slip in with ease. You moaned, welcoming something filling you. Even if it was him. You gave up a long time ago fighting him and trying to get him to see reason, to see how wrong this all was.

“You’re sucking me in, pretty girl.”

Whining in response, you wiggled your hips for him to move. He huffed a laugh at your impatience. Ignoring you, Mikey went at his own pace. His fingers curled upwards to rub the spongy spot inside you. He was meticulous with how he brought you pleasure. Every nerve was on fire and played with.

Smothering you again, he leaned down so he was nose to nose. You were completely surrounded and displayed for him. Breath mixing, you moaned for him. If it was anyone else the gesture would be loving—romantic, sweet. All it did was leave a bitter taste stuck to the back of your teeth like plaque.

Picking up the pace, he thrusted his fingers with more fervor.

“Can you handle more?”

“Yes,” You broke out.

Glaring down at you, he slowed down, “Yes, what?”

Embarrassed, you looked away for a moment before whispering, “Yes, Manjiro-nii.”

“Good girl.” He smiled—such a rarity these days—ramming his fingers faster once again.

You gripped the bed sheets as he added another finger to the mix. He scissored the appendages, splitting you further. You had no clue how much more you could take. Bucking to his rhythm, you whined wanting him to touch your neglected clit. It twitched and was still puffy from the slaps.

“Please!”

You both knew what you wanted but he steamrolled past your want. He needed to ruin you especially for your clients. You were his. His to break and tear apart until your sloppy cunt was perfect for just him.

Mikey added his pinky to the rest of his fingers and you almost screamed at how you were pried gaping. His fingers were slender but still bigger than yours. Long enough to easily reach your g-spot while you scrambled to brush and pound into it like he does.

“Doing so well, maybe one day I can shove my whole hand inside. Completely ruin you for anyone else,” His words meshed into your lips.

Gazing into him, you tilted your head so your lips brushed together more. Taking the hint, he crashed into you. Whimpering, he slotted his rosy flesh into yours, kissing you feverishly. Your arms came up to grab the sides of his shirt. Mikey finally touched your clit again. You almost screamed when he rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves, tittering you close to the edge.

He abandoned your leg to grip your cheeks, parting from your lips. His eyes went to between your legs to watch how you were taking four of his fingers. A dark patch imprinted on the bed from your slick. Prodding at your spongy spot again along with pressing harder into your clit was too much, you came with a high pitched moan. You were sure everyone in the manor heard it and no one cared. Everyone knew what your brother did to you in the dark.

Mikey guided you through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts until they came to a complete stop. After a moment, he pulled his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenched and you whined at becoming empty again.

Your chest stuttered as you tried to gain your breath. Mikey got up to grab a towel nearby and wiped his hand and then between your legs. You flinched from the rough material against the sensitive flesh. He said nothing.

Throwing the rag somewhere in the room, your brother came to lie next to you. He hauled you into his chest and you didn’t refuse. There was no point in fighting. You felt like an egg hatched too early, premature to find your footing. Otherwise, why do you follow a man that wants nothing but the worst for you?

LARVA

You were so sick of the sight of green. Never privy to Spring or Summer, you welcomed Winter’s bitter air with open arms. Though, the bruise was fading into a greenish hue with splotches of purple mixed in. Such a green so unnatural, you couldn’t even compare it to a full apple tree. Subconsciously, you rubbed the skin.

Humming, you idly get ready for bed, already dressed in silk sleepwear. The past week Mikey had neglected you and you savored it. He went through bursts where you weren’t even a thought in his head. A darker part of your mind hoped he would completely forget you. Maybe in a freak accident (you possibly took part in) or he simply got too busy and stayed in his damn office.

As Mikey was preoccupied with whatever gang business, you were back in the full swing of hostess work. There were a few regulars ornery you weren’t available for sleeping with but anytime they got too rowdy, Rindou was sure to give them a firm ‘talking to.’ Rindou was an enigma to you. He was your least favorite of the two brothers, but he never complained when beating up piggish men.

You weren’t stupid enough to think it was any sentiment towards you, but more bloodlust being fulfilled. Rindou was a lot meaner than his older counterpart. While Ran was not a stranger to being touchy and a tease, Rindou was rough with handling you. You often dreaded when Rindou was in charge at the club instead of Ran. At least he pretended to care.

Sometimes, you would imagine Draken instead of Ran as in some twisted way he reminded you of the old friend. Those moments were when you had too much to drink. It still brought you solace, to pretend. You did that a lot.

A knock interrupted you. Your heart skipped a happy beat at the noise. There was only one person in the whole manor who offered you the courtesy. Sitting in front of your personal vanity, you fluffed your hair.

“Come in,” You tried your best to stifle the giddiness.

In came Kakucho not out of his day clothes yet. He wore a dark, silk dress shirt, unbuttoned so his chest was on full display. Your eyes drank up the rippling muscle. The clearing of his throat removed you from the sight. Knowing you were caught, you met his eyes and he gave you a sly grin.

“Subtle.”

“What do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, ignoring his taunt.

“Can I not check on my boss’ most prized possession?”

He walked closer to you as you angled your focus back to yourself in the mirror. Taking a cotton pad from the pack, you finish wiping off the rest of your makeup. It had been a long day. Kakucho came to stand right behind you. Your head was just under his chest while sitting. You felt so small as he crowded you.

Usually you would shake him off, but Kakucho wasn’t stupid. He would visit you in your room where no one would go down the wing you resided in, on the complete opposite of Mikey’s office and bedroom. Sticking closely to the night’s shroud so no one saw him enter.

You scoffed at his words, “Don’t call me that.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, not really listening as he brought a hand down to your neck.

You shivered as his gentle fingers brushed against the tarnished skin. Softer than the rest of the men who touch you—for once, the wound wasn’t agitated. His hand was warm. Kakucho swallowed up your neck, guarding it from any further attack. The weight was safe.

“It’s quite unfortunate that Mikey wouldn’t let me kill him.”

He moved his palm to idly stroke the bruise, transfixed. You gawked at him in the mirror, but he stayed focused on the blemish.

“Please don’t kill for me.”

“So I can kill in general?”

You murmured, “You know that I can’t tell you what to do.”

“Good girl.”

You shivered at the words, “Kakucho…”

He tilted your head back by your chin and rested the rest of his hand on your throat so it was against his stomach and he looked down at you, “Yes?”

“Don’t say things like that.”

His eyebrow quirked up, “Didn’t you just say that you can’t tell me what to do?”

You shook your head to free his hold on you. His taunts were becoming too much. You might be in your bedroom, but who knows who could walk in even when he’s being careful. Reluctantly, you departed from him and attempted to step away from the cushioned stool. You didn’t make it too far when he grabbed the crook of your elbow and spun you around to confront him. Shocked and dizzy, your hands went to his chest to gain some balance.

The skincare and makeup bottles cluttered when he lifted you up on the vanity table. Giving you no time to protest, he crashed into you. Parting your legs, he sank himself into you and pulled you as close as possible. Your lips moved in a familiar rhythm. You whined into the force of the kiss, but you weren’t complaining.

He clutched onto your waist, his hands swallowing you. As if life was mocking you, the sound of your door being kicked in rattled your eardrums. Stood in the doorway was Sanzu, the very last person you wanted to see besides Mikey.

Fear crawled up your spine at the glimmer in his eyes. There was no way for you to explain your way out of this one. Kakucho rapidly stepped away from you. You slipped off the vanity and wiped your mouth as tears bubbled up. In every sense, you were fucked.

Sanzu bounced from Kakucho to you. His features screamed the cat that got the cream. He was elated and he was making it known with the smile of mischief and hatred stretched on his lips.

“Mikey wants everyone to meet up, now.”

With that he walked away, not even closing the door behind him. You ignored Kakucho as he attempted to console you. There was one thing on your mind. Chasing Sanzu who was already halfway down the hall, your feet were quickened patters.

“Sanzu, Sanzu!” You whispered-yelled until you caught up and stood in front of him. Arms spread wide, you tried to stop his path. To humor you, he ceased his movement. “Don’t tell Mikey.”

A grin broke out on his face as he leered down upon you, “Oh yeah and why not? Boss sure is not gonna be happy with you or Kakucho, he might even be mad enough to kill him.”

At that you clutched onto his shirt, knees buckling, “Sanzu, please, I am begging.”

His hand pets the top of your head before wrenching your head back by the hair on the nape of your neck. You gripped harder on his shirt.

“What’s in it for me?” His voice was dripping with temptation. “I will do anything! Please, I promise, anything you want I will do it.” Tears were streaming down your face.

He stroked a thumb under your eye as the tears flowed, “Anything?”

You nodded despite the hand holding you down. He stared at you for a bit before shoving you away from him.

“Fine, I will hold you to that.”

“Thank you! Thank you,” You sobbed.

He clutched onto your shoulder while steering you to the meeting room, “Don’t thank me just yet.”

The hand and the promise was your leash. Being near Sanzu always had set you on edge as this isn’t the first time he took advantage of you. Gulping down the anxiety, you let him guide you. Further down the hall, Kakucho’s footsteps followed you both. In no time, he was barely a foot behind you, but you didn’t move your head.

The room greeted you. Sanzu held his grip as you both walked in. An oval shaped table filled the room and Mikey sat at the head like a king, chin resting on intertwined fingers. If Sanzu’s clutch bothered him, he displayed no indication of it.

You were beckoned to his side, Sanzu in toe. He rolled out the chair for you and shoved you into the seat. Pushing the chair so far in, you stifled the grunt as the edge crushed your rib cage. Sanzu ignored you as he took the spot to your right.

Kakucho walked in and placed himself in front of you at the table. Even with the distance, you shrank at his presence. He tried his best not to stare too hard.

The other men filed in with Ran sitting next to Sanzu and Rindou next to his brother. Kokonoi sits next to Kakucho with Mochizuku sitting next to him and Takeomi sits next to him, being as far from his younger brother as possible. They were all dressed in fancy suits, compared to you in silk pajamas. If you weren’t out of place enough already. You were rarely let in on meetings, so you were confused.

All heads pivoted to Mikey from the sound of his lips parting like on a timed rig. It was quite creepy how synced they all were.

“As you all know that the current governor is retiring,” He paused as the men nodded, “And he has two candidates of whom he will be offering his position to. Either his son or Tadashi Yuma, a man well known to oppose Bonten. At the current moment, the governor is favoring Mr. Tadashi so as to not be accused of nepotism.”

As he continued to speak, you were only more perplexed. How does elected officials have to do with Bonten and more specially you?

“And what does this have to do with us?” Sanzu asked flippantly, taking the words right from your brain. The man next to you rested his hand on his chin, staring at Mikey with boredom. His other hand crossed the boundary of the chair into yours. Your leg wobbled when his cold palm cupped your knee. You dared not turn your head towards him, instead keeping it down.

“Everything. Tadashi is too far gone to persuade, but the son is both buddy-buddy with the police and known for doing back alley dealing.” “Everyone has their vices,” Takeomi piped while he plucked a cigarette, earning a giggle from Ran.

Mikey sent a glare to the men before continuing, “If we get the son on our side, we would both have a governor as our puppet ruler and complete control of the police force in Kyoto. This would secure our position further.”

“And where does she fit into all of this?” Rindou questioned, pointing at you with a limp hand.

“If you let me speak, I could fucking tell you.”

As Mikey droned on, Sanzu got more bold and slithered his hand further up your thigh. Your hands were balled into fists at your side. You knew better than to make a scene.

At the aggressive tone, Rindou raised his hands in a surrender, not too bothered. Mikey glimpsed at you and you hoped your expression didn’t betray your discomfort. His gaze conveyed nothing besides you being his focal point for his next sentence.

“This is where she comes in. A couple days from now there will be a gala with politicians and gangsters alike. The rest of us will keep on the downlow while she will do what she does best with the governor’s son.”

You tried your best to listen and nod along as this was not a mission you could mess up on. Sanzu’s wandering hand made it difficult. He moved up your thigh until his pinky was brushing the band of your panties through your thin pants. As his smallest digit went to stroke your slit, he voiced, “She already messed up once, how do you know she won’t do it again?”

Mikey wasn’t ignorant to how your jaw clicked at his mockery. Your nose twitched in irritation and how his finger rubbed up and down your pussy.

“She won’t,” He glowered at Sanzu and then at you, “isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, Mikey,” You stuttered out.

To anyone else, they would have thought it was because of fear, but you and Sanzu knew better. He did nothing to hide his shit-eating grin. As the focus was no longer on you, he took the incentive to bring a hand down the stretchy band of your pajamas and shove his hand down to cup your bare pussy. Scared, you gripped his wrist to pull it from you. In retaliation, he pinched your clit. Your back slightly hunched, stifling the whimper.

You peeped at him with watery eyes, but his face showed only boredom and focused on Mikey. When you loosened your grip on arm, he eased up. His fingers twirled your clit, a lot rougher than Mikey was. Sanzu poured his hate into you whenever he toyed with you. You have no clue what you did to piss him off, but God were you paying for it.

Dipping into your syrupy cunt, Sanzu shoved two fingers in and curled upwards. Your legs quivered at the stimulation and you sucked your lips in. If you released even a peep, everyone would hear, especially Mikey. And more importantly, Kakucho. At the thought of the man, you peered up to see him but luckily, he was too engrossed in whatever Mikey was explaining.

Sanzu brutally thrust his fingers in and out of you. The squelching was faint and you prayed no one heard over the sound of their boss’ voice. His palm was firm against your clit, but offered little pleasure. A part of you wanted to whine, but you reeled the needy sound in. You'd rather die than let Sanzu know how much he was affecting you.

Your legs squeezed together when he found the spongy spot inside you. He drove his fingers further to abuse the spot. Digging your nails into his wrist, you bucked your hips slightly. Jaw clenched so tight it hurt, you looked up to make eye contact with Mikey. Icy fear washed over you. Luckily the other men were too deep in conversation to notice how Mikey was fixated on your form. You turned away, face warm as he probably knew what Sanzu was doing under the table. Said man only grinned wider.

You dared to observe Kakucho whose nostrils flared. He was trying hard not to appear affected and you prayed he could school his expression as you were both in deep shit with Sanzu knowing. Embarrassed and wanting this to be done, you wiggled your hips to catch your clit against his palm. Sanzu was not having it as he pulled his palm away from your reach. You were tempted to stomp your feet in frustration.

“Dismissed,” Mikey’s demand had your back bolt straight up.

Everyone in the room aside you, Mikey and Sanzu moved to get up. Once the men were at the doorway did Sanzu dislocate his fingers from your soaking cunt. He wiped his fingers against your pants and whispered in your ear, “Remember your promise, Whore.”

At that, he departed with the rest of the men. Only you and Mikey remained, and you refused to peer up. Humiliation rocked you to the core and tears built up behind your eyes.

“Y/n,” he called.

You look up to him. Mikey slid his chair from under the table and tapped his thigh. Completely and utterly violated and shaking in fear, you launch yourself in his lap. You straddled his hips as he pulled you tight to him. Your brother gripped the back of your head to cradle your face into the juncture of his neck. His free hand rested on your lower back, stroking the exposed skin where your shirt rode up.

Hugging his shoulders, you collapsed into him. You let yourself melt into him, molding together until where he started and you stopped was blurred.

“Nervous?”

Your breath tickled his neck, “Yes.”

He hummed at the answer as he gently swayed the chair side to side, rocking you like a baby. He seemed lost in his thoughts. As he swung you both back and forth idly, his grip on your head grew increasingly tighter. When his nails dug into your scalp did you whimper. If he squeezed any tighter, your head would surely pop like a balloon. His strength terrified you.

“Does Sanzu visit you frequently?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Manjiro-nii, I-I’m sorry,” You tacked on the honorific to appease him, but he only shushed you.

“You’re both mine, as long as you know your places, I wouldn’t punish you,” you clutch onto him tighter, “you know I do this all to protect you, right?”

His words hinted to the threat of Kisaki coming for you, too. A threat he planted in your head for years now. And of course, he wouldn’t do anything about Sanzu touching you, it was a pipe dream.

“Yes, Manjiro-nii.”

“Good girl, my good little doll.”

CHRYSALIA

You swallowed your nausea, sitting next to Mikey in the car. The model was one of those fancy ones with a divider between the front of the car and the backseat to offer more privacy. Driving the car was Kakucho while Sanzu was in the passenger seat. When the cars were distributed, Sanzu raced to be in the car with you present in it. You knew damn well he was doing it to torment you, and Kakucho being the driver was the frosting on top of the cake.

Sat behind Kakucho, you stared out the tinted window, wringing your hands in your lap. A hand placed on top of yours halted you picking at your cuticles. Mikey ogled at you, a question on his visage. Your eyes lept to the rearview mirror where Kakucho glanced at you and then back to the road.

Sighing, Mikey slammed the divider closed. In the back of the car, you two were the only ones in the world. The thought was isolating. A part of you wanted to embrace the expensive, Italian leather of the car and luxury this life offered. But the larger, more logical part screamed to be anywhere but here.

“Why are you so nervous?” He dared to ask.

Your nostrils flared, “Why the fuck do you think?”

Anger getting the best of you was a rare feat, but not one Mikey tolerated. His grip went from reassuring to punishing. You whined at your bones grinding together. You attempted to extract yourself, but he tugged you closer to him, your hand landing on the middle seat to catch yourself.

“Watch your tone.”

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you grimace away from him, glaring at the damn leather. He was quick to grab your face to enforce eye contact. His eyes were blank as usual. Dark circles lined his lower lashline. Mikey appeared older than his age. In a fleeting rebellion, you scowled at him with your cheeks clenched in his strong hands. It offered nothing to the older man.

“What you’re asking of me is grandeur, way too much,” You spoke your grievance to a deity who didn’t care to listen.

“I am asking you exactly what I think you can do.”

“Then you think too highly of me,” Your tone was meek.

His thumb went down to rub against your irritated bottom lip, “Maybe.” Mikey’s focus went from your lips to your neck. The bruise was clearing up to an ugly yellowish-green. The pain was also subsiding, only truly hurting if you pressed down hard enough. “Is it healed enough to cover it with makeup?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You take note of the silent command. For your job this weekend, you are to be an untarnished doll, perfect and pristine. No one wants tarnished goods. At that, Mikey jerked himself from you and opened the divider back open. From your angle, Sanzu pivoted his head to catch your attention.

His visage smug, like he anticipated you to be beaten down. Your ire was now directed towards him. If your fear wasn’t so egregious, maybe you would have spat right into his face. You reeled in the thought, such dangerous thinking would get you killed.

“How much longer?” Mikey asked.

Kakucho answered, “We are actually here.”

The car rolled to a stop. Sanzu was the first to get out and opened Mikey’s door for him. He skid against the seat to step out, and you soon followed. Sanzu rested an arm on top of the door, towering over you as you climbed out.

From the front, Kakucho said, “I will park the car and then head up.”

Mikey nodded his head and somehow Kakucho saw it. The scarred man glanced at you, the connection was broken by Sanzu slamming the door. Jumping, you glared at him. He merely shrugged, loving he got a reaction out of you.

“Come,” Mikey beckoned and you obeyed.

Coming to his heel like a dog, he gently clutched your upper arm. The threat was bellowing. Try and run, and you were done for. Sanzu followed close behind, you walked through the front of the hotel. The building was extravagant and lined with glass. The foyer was even more gorgeous. It was rare for you to leave the clubs or the mansion, so when you were blessed with sights like this, you drank it all in.

The hotel was a palette of golds, whites, and reds. Marbled floors clicked under your heeled feet. Smooth and milky, you stepped with more weight to hear the sound more prominently. You knew the motion was childish, but it was your favorite part of fancy places.

Mikey let you have your fun as you approached the front desk. Rocking on your heels, your head pivoted around to take in the high ceilings lined with crystal chandeliers. Sanzu walked in front of Mikey to discuss with the receptionist your business.

She was kind and you wondered if she knew what kind of men were before her. Does she know the hotel was soon to be riddled with gangsters and greedy politicians? Or is she used to this considering how luxurious the hotel was. She must have seen it all. While she talked to Sanzu, her gaze bounced to your neck. Your hand subconsciously covered it like an animal protecting its jugular.

Mikey’s hand slithered from your arm to the small of your back to direct to where the elevator was. The contraption was one made completely of glass. Approaching the elevator, your heart hopped into your throat, you always hated heights. You three filed in and you observed how the other men were soon to follow. Crammed into the corner, Mikey’s hand slipped away. So tiny compared to the men in tailored suits, you swallowed your rapid breathing.

You stared into Rindou’s back to ground yourself. Recoiling at the pinky that brushed your hands, you side-eyed who touched you. Kakucho offered nothing and neither did you. You silently relaxed into the appendage. The motion was a risky one, but all the men were watching the numbers tick up. The red numerals dinged with every floor hit until you were at the penthouse, the tippy top of the already tall building.

When the doors opened up the billowing hallway greeted you all. Parading out, the air got less suffocating as you followed them. Soft carpet was now under your feet and you were saddened by the fact. An intricate pattern was woven into the burgundy thread, lined with gold.

The men all went into their respective rooms to prepare for tonight. There was an hour until the show began. Mikey guided you to the room at the furthest part of the hall. At the end was a table with swirling designs, just as gold and red as the carpet. He took the key card from his pocket and tapped it to the pin pad.

Of course, you would share a room with your brother. The room was as splendid as the rest of the hotel. A canopy bed framed with wine hued, velvet curtains with just as dark bed sheets. Two cushioned, gold trimmed chairs face a small, mahogany round table. To the right was a bathroom along with a dresser the same wood as the table. Curious, you went to the bathroom that was huge. A bathtub that could be mistaken as a hot tub was deep into the floor that was black and light grey marble. To the left of the tub was a sink and a giant, oval mirror lined with a whirling almost cloud-like pattern surrounding it.

From your backside, Mikey’s shoes tapped against the marble, pleasant to your ears. His arms wrapped around you and you offered no resistance.

“Is it to your liking?” His breath tickled your neck, your hair stood up.

“Yes.”

Humming, he rocked you two side to side, “I’m glad. I would give you anything you asked for.”

A sad simper graced your appearance. He would, as long as it was materialistic. Your brother couldn’t give you what you desired most as it meant you would be far, far away from him.

He extracted himself from you and offered a hand. You took it as he led you back to the main part of the suite. All of your belongings were already placed in the room. On the door was your dress for tonight. The gown was a midnight color and floor length with a satin finish. A sweetheart neckline paired with off the shoulder sleeves and slit that came up to your hip, with the amount of skin to be exposed, you were glad the gala was inside the same hotel.

Mikey had a suit that matched your dress, everything down to the tie was all black. Directing to where the gown hung, he began to undress you. Unlike him, in his usually baggy shirt and joggers, you kept up appearances. He shrugged off your coat and threw it on the bed. Bending down, he tapped his knee. Listening, you placed your boot on his leg and your hands on his shoulders to balance. At this point, it’s second nature. Nimble fingers untied the laces and hauled the shoe from your foot. He repeated the action on the other side.

Standing back up, you kept your hands on him. Neither of you said anything. Mikey continued undressing you, unbuttoning your pants until they pooled at your feet. Next was your dress shirt that was a blushing pink. He popped every button with ease and tugged the garment down like he did your coat. From your front, he reached around to unhook your bra with zero struggle. Soon you were left in just your panties, but there was nothing sexual about it.

He went to the door to grab the gown and weeded it from the protective plastic. Back down on his knees, he tapped your bare calf. Taking the hint you stepped in the dress and he jerked it up your body. In tandem, you put your arms into the sleeves when he reached your chest. His hand lingered to drag a finger up the length of your spine. Your back twitched upright. Mikey didn’t tease you anymore and zipped the dress up.

The air was stifling, but you pushed it to the side. He went about his own business to get ready as well. Going into your luggage, you gathered your jewelry and makeup bag. Your feet glided to the bathroom and welcomed the cold of the marble tiles. Walking up to the mirror, you take your color corrector and foundation to hide the bruise. The color reminded you of when you were a kid and you would put a dandelion under your chin to see if you liked butter if the skin bloomed yellow.

The makeup did its job well enough, but you added a lace collar to hide the blemish further. Your hands shook as you clasped it in place. A lot of weight was placed on you tonight and the rest of the gala. You couldn’t mess this up.

A rapping on the hotel door spiked your heart rate up. There was no more pushing it off. Walking out from the bathroom, Mikey and Kakucho were talking. They cease their conversation to see you in your glory. While Mikey’s expression softened, Kakucho was stone cold. He knew what tonight meant and he despised when you worked.

“You ready?” Kakucho asked.

“One moment,” You went back to your luggage to pull a pair of designer heels from a box and slipped them on. They barely added any height, maybe about an inch.

Both men were dressed to the nines. Kakucho forgone a tie and vest to leave his chest on display as usual. You forced your focus to Mikey’s face. He looked good in a suit. Perfectly tailored to his form, you couldn’t even tell how skinny the man had become.

Ready, you followed the men out of the room and back to the hellish elevator. The rest of Bonten was already at the gala hosted in the ballroom and bar of the hotel. Everyone was in their positions, it was time for you to slide against the board to your place. Mikey was playing a game of chess and you were mere pawns to his goal.

Balling and releasing your hand, you stepped into the elevator.

“Y/n,” Mikey called and you turned to him. “What is expected of you?”

Clearing your throat, your relayed the mission, “I am to scope out the governor’s son and entertain him by any means necessary.”

The words hurt to say. This would be the first job since the incident where you were expected to sleep with a client. Mikey picked apart at how you clenched up.

“Don’t let last time become a pattern.”

Jutting out your jaw, you bit out, “Yes, Mikey.”

At your words, the elevator doors parted and you were hit with the buzz of people mingling. You three went your own ways to fulfill the mission. With fervor, you crossed the foyer into the ballroom. There was no bodyguard to check if you were meant to be there. Being in the hotel was more than enough of an indicator of your importance. Needing a drink before you advanced your hunt, you clomped to the bar.

Already in full swing, it was near impossible to flag down a bartender. You huffed in irritation, a pout on your lips.

“No luck?” A voice asked to your right.

You jolted and spun around to see a handsome, older man inclining against the bar, his focus completely on you. He was far older than the other men in Bonten, maybe close to Takeomi’s age, but definitely in his forties. His hair was parted to the side with it pleasantly slicked back and an inky hue. A pair of glasses framed his kind face though something darker lurked in how he smiled.

Slapping your work persona on, you pouted further, “Not at all.”

He laughed at your tone. “Didn’t expect it to be so busy so soon?”

“Can you read my mind?” You playfully teased.

He leaned in closer, already enjoying the game you started. “Don’t need to with how obvious your pout is.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.

He took the sound in stride, “What drink does the princess want?”

You stuffed down how you wanted to retch at the nickname. Men are so easy. Tapping your lip, you pretend to think, “How about a whiskey sour?”

“Consider it done.”

You were prepared to swallow the second-hand embarrassment when he was going to act more important than he was, but the second he raised his hand a bartender was flocking towards him. Your eyebrows raised at the display.

“What can I get you, Sir?”

“A whiskey sour for the lady and scotch for me, please.”

“Right away.”

He turned back to you, a smug glimmer in his eyes, “Impressive, right?”

“Can’t say it isn't,” You propped your hip against the barstool and pivoted all your attention to him. He was obviously a man of importance, but you wanted him to admit it to you.

“Just the perks of being the guest of honor,” he bragged, but it wasn’t bloated, moreso whimsy.

“Guest of honor?” You teased, suspicious.

“Not too fond of politics I presume.”

“Never really cared for it, no,” You rebounded back at him.

His eyebrow raised, he knew more than he let on and so did you. “You really don’t know who I am?”

You stifled the smirk.

Leaning into your ear, he whispered, “Fukuda Daiki. Ring a bell?”

Bingo.

“Ahh!” You proclaimed, “You’re the governor’s son, no?”

The bartender came back with both your drinks. He grabbed his and slightly raised it in the air to point at himself, “In all my glory.”

“Alright then, Mr. Fukuda, why are you amongst the common folk?”

His free hand waved flippantly, “Please, call me Daiki, Mr. Fukuda is too stuffy.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Daiki,” You called out.

Shining in interest, he seemed oddly pleased, “Well, if you want to know so bad, why don’t we go somewhere more private.”

Taking his lead, you knocked back the rest of your drink and placed your hand in his outstretched one. The crowd parted for him and you caught the eye of Mikey. He clutched his glass, watching as Daiki took you to the more secluded areas of the bar. Further down was a darkened area with velvet booths. Many officials and gangsters conversed about who knows what.

You slid into the seat and he mirrored you on the other side. Surprisingly, he kept a respectable distance. The older man gestured towards the wine in a bucket of ice. You nodded your head. He grabbed the two glasses and began pouring the blood-like liquid into the cups for each of you.

Taking your own, you took a sip and savored the deep flavor. He did the same.

“So what is so secretive that you had to pull me into the shadows?” You questioned over the rim.

He smacked his lips together, before answering, “When your father is as important as mine is, you have to be careful. Let’s just say, I like to dabble in unsavory hobbies. To watch my back, I have to watch other’s.”

The governor’s son’s words were cryptic, but you understood what he was putting down. You knew full well the type of ‘hobbies’ he engaged in, that’s why you were here, in this fancy hotel filled with fancy people.

You crossed your legs and purposely had the tip of your heel glide against his shin. Bending over with your cleavage on display, you quipped, “What kind of unsavory hobbies.”

His eyes bounced to your exposed chest and back to you, “I think you know already.”

A smirk played on your lips as you took another sip of your drink. The warmth was starting to hit you. More hazy than before, you continued your game, “And would you want me to contribute to this hobby?”

His throat bobbed, his head probably already filled with images of you in precarious positions. “Who wouldn’t.”

The sentiment caught you slightly off guard and you instinctively smiled at the compliment. Not many men were so upfront with how much they found you attractive. The words were often crude and straight to the point.

Thinking of an answer, your eyes strayed to the rest of the party. Back to where most of the gaggle was, Takeomi was conversing with Daiki’s father. The old man let out a full belly laugh and clapped a hand onto Takeomi’s shoulder. You could assume his part of the mission was falling into place. Persuade him to elect his son while you entrance the son to favor Bonten, a neat domino effect.

Angling your focus back to the man in front of you, you told him your thoughts. “Not many men are so sweet with their words.”

Daiki laughed, content that he appeased you. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. “Hold that thought.”

When he answered the phone, his expression fell and sighed. After telling whoever was on the other line he would be right there and hung up, he placed his phone on the table.

"I must go."

"Oh," You answered sadly, but your heart skipped a beat in fear.

"Will I see you again this weekend?"

"If you are willing."

He got up from his seat and knocked his knuckle against the table, contemplating. "Meet me here again, tomorrow night."

"I look forward to it."

And with that he was gone, fading into the crowd of people. Finally alone with yourself, you slouched into the seat and heavily exhaled. You dropped your face into your hands, careful not to ruin your makeup. Groaning, you goggled your wine glass, contemplating if you should finish it off or not.

Before you could settle on a decision a familiar, obnoxious voice came barrelling towards you. Sanzu with a girl tucked under his arm and Mikey in toe came to disturb your moment of peace. The pink haired man slid in, the girl following him. Mikey went to your other side, trapping you to the booth.

Sanzu slung his arm over your shoulder and wrenched you to him. He was obviously cross faded, his pupils blown out and alcohol tainted his breath.

“So our little star of the show, how did it go?” The implication of did you fuck up again hung in the air.

“Good. He had to leave, but he asked to meet again tomorrow night.”

He bobbed his head enthusiastically, a hum as his answer. You turned to Mikey to see if you gained his approval. He conveyed nothing, staring at Sanzu’s arm around your neck. Prickling, you tried to rip it off you, but Sanzu only culled you closer.

“I think that calls to celebrate.”

He reached over to grab the wine in the middle of the table and offered it to you. You shook your head, trying to pull away. His forearm dug into your larynx, choking you. Putting the cork between his teeth, he ripped it off and spat it out somewhere into the room.

“Come on, Whore, drink.”

Sanzu shoved the bottle into your mouth and tipped it so the wine spilled into your mouth faster than you could swallow. You clawed at his arm and kicked your feet while your eyes clenched closed. The girl, too high to think, started to chant for you to chug.

The liquid spilled from the corners of your mouth and down your neck, staining your dress. You whimpered and squirmed, but you were helpless. Like an animal on its back, you lashed out and rammed your elbow so hard into Sanzu’s stomach, he coughed. Naturally, he removed himself from you and cradled his stomach, keeled over.

“You fucking bitch!”

The sound of you dry heaving drowned out his indignant cries. Mikey did nothing as you pushed past the need to vomit. Bored of you already, Sanzu went back to entertaining the girl. You were a mess.

Tears flowed over and you glared into your lap, sticky and wet. Your brother blew out a puff of air and moved to get out of the booth.

“Let's get you cleaned up.”

Following his lead, you both left Sanzu to his own devices. He was no help now, anyway. Wiping your cheeks in an attempt to save some piece of dignity, you followed him back into the foyer and into the elevator.

The dinging of each floor was monotonous. When you reached your floor, you basically ran back in the room. Mikey opened the door with ease. While you took off your collar, he peeled the blazer off. He must have felt as stuffy as you did with all the layers constricting him.

“Go run a bath, I will join you in a second.”

Never one to disobey his orders, you were happy to take a soak in the affluence tub. Skinning the soaked dress from you, you mourn the garment. You only hoped, you could get the stains out somehow.

Walking over to the knobs, you rotate them both, favoring the hot valve. While the water ran, you took the fancy bottles and poured soap in the mix. As the bath frothed, you stripped your panties off.

The water was at sufficient height so you twisted the knobs to their former state. Your foot reeled back at the heat, but you urged your way in. The bubbly, hot water hugged you and you moaned in relief. You sunk into the deep tub until only your head popped out.

Mikey appeared once again, this time adorned in his undone shirt and pants. Swimming to the edge of the bath, you watched as he shrugged off his shirt. Along with the Bonten tattoo at the nape of his neck, a tiger in a classic yakuza style art spanned the whole length and width of his back. The tattoo was paired with swirling lilies. Even though Mikey had lost weight, his back rippled with muscle.

He shredded his pants and boxers as well. You averted your gaze when his cock came into view. Despite being flaccid, you could tell he was on the bigger side. Swimming to the other side, you gave him enough room to step in. He, too, welcomed the warmth of the bath and sunk down beside you.

Mikey tugged and manhandled you until your back rested against his chest. You slipped down a little and he comfortably rested his chin on top of your head. Chin in the water, you blew at the bubbles that floated near you. Arms wrapped tight around your chest and stomach, you melted further into him. There was nowhere else to go.

“How did the mission really go?”

Whatever serenity you had was zapped from you. You bristled, “I wasn’t lying.”

He hummed in response.

You pulled away from him and endured him head on, a grimace on your visage and pressed, “I’m not lying.”

“I never said you were.”

Kneeling between his legs, he caged you in.

“You’re implying it.”

He turned you back around and went back to hugging you. Mikey exhaled and sagged into your hair.

“Does Sanzu do that often?” He changed the subject.

“Torment me?” You scoffed.

“I suppose.”

Another mass of bubbles drifted by you and you cupped it. Spinning in Mikey’s hold, you placed the bubbles onto his head. He offered a nostalgic smile.

Morphing the tiny air pockets into a cone shape, you answered, “Sanzu hates me and has no qualms making it known.”

“I will speak to him about it.”

Your hands stopped. “Don’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because then he’s just going to do it more, but in secret. You know very well, better than most, how hard it is to reel Sanzu in.”

He gripped your wrists and kissed your knuckles. The same feeling from earlier today drifted back in. It was in rare moments did you find comfort with him. But you weren’t fooled, not by his caring and attentive words. You were no better than a butterfly pinned to a bulletin board.

IMAGO

Tonight was the last night of the gala. A lot of weight was on your shoulders to seal the deal with the governor’s son. The ballroom was bustling and in full swing. All the booths were filled to the brim, the gaggle of designer clothes and pearl necklaces suffocated. This life wasn’t meant to be yours, but here you were, meeting a politician for the third night in a row.

In spite of the circumstances, you liked his company. You knew full well he indulged in flesh and drugs, but he was kind. A kindness rarely offered to you. He knew what you were and you knew what he craved, there was no lingering, unspoken tension.

He enjoyed the game you played, the back and forth. Will he seal the deal or won’t he? A small part of you wondered if Daiki did this to keep your attention. Well, he had it.

Resting your hand on your chin, you smiled at him.

“What?”

You tilted your head, “You know if you closed the deal with Bonten, you could have me whenever you wanted.”

Usually you would beat around the bush more, but you were on a tight schedule and Mikey’s glare burned into your temple. From across the room, up on the balcony, he wasn't subtle with how he stared.

Daiki’s face rose in surprise, “Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you crooned, “not just me, but any girls in the clubs, you could have without having to be sneaky. Bonten is all about secrecy. Nothing you want to be exposed, won’t. You rub our backs, we rub yours.”

He adjusted his glasses, “And where does this all lead to? I could have the same offer from any other gang.”

“But will any other gang secure your place as governor of Kyoto?” You were making a huge gamble giving away Bonten’s hand, but there was nothing else you could say. Your hand was a dud.

“You’re promising a very dangerous thing, Love,” His voice had an edge, both a threat and anticipation. He wanted what you dangled in front of his face, but, he too, didn’t know it was worth the risk.

“I am not promising, I am telling you. You will win this election with Bonten’s help and in return you will solidify Bonten’s safety. We know you run the police force.”

He dropped his head and took his glasses off. Running a hand down his face, he seemed tired. As you went to survey Mikey, your eye caught something else.

A jolt sent your body into overdrive. Though his hair was longer, you couldn’t miss the black and yellow strands. The colors swirled and plagued your dreams for years. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. The smile, the tattoos, and the audible clunk of metal against bone.

Quite frankly, you had been in a haze for years but seeing Hanma’s visage woke you up. It all came crashing into you: why you were here, who was the source of this. And why your darling older sister was dead and you paid the price for it.

To the others far up in the balcony, they wouldn’t recognize him. His hair was no longer short and covered most of his visage. Hanma’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he glided through the crowd. You did a double take. It couldn’t be him, you refused to believe it.

Dread filled your stomach and the wine wasn’t helping. Glancing back up at the balcony, Mikey was gone. You were on your own.

“You alright?” Daiki’s voice reeled you from your stupor.

Regarding him, you were angry. Angry that you had to sell yourself to secure safety for a gang who offered you nothing. You looked back to see Hanma’s figure round the corner, away from the bustle. Sure, you were terrified, but you needed to know.

“I’m sorry,” Was all you said as you whisked yourself away from the booth.

He called for you, but you breezed past him. With Mikey no longer watching, the leash was slacked. You shoved past the people, not caring about their spitting complaints. For once in your life, you clawed and tore towards what you wanted. Your vision tunneled onto his form. Everything was tight and the air thinned, either from the bodies pressed into you or the anxiety.

Like a caterpillar popping out of a cocoon, you were spat out from the horde. The hallway was barely away from the party with the sounds of laughing present in your ears. You walked further down until you were a different part of the hotel. It was hardly secluded, anyone could walk in, but it was far enough no one would notice you were gone.

There, reclined against the wall was the very man responsible for your torment. Sure, Kisaki was the one who commanded the hit, but Hanma was the executioner. Nothing really changed about him besides he visibly looked drained. He said nothing while he leered at you.

“Why?” Your voice tumbled out weaker than you intended.

“Why what?” He dared to say.

You stomped right up to him and screeched, “Why! Why, why, why, why?” Each word was emphasized with a hit to his torso.

Hanma did nothing to stop you and peered down from over his nose with zero empathy. You were breaking, both you and him knew it.

“After all these years, you dared to show your face after what you and Kisaki did. Do you understand what I had to go through because Mikey was terrified of you and Kisaki would come for me, too? Where is he anyway, hiding under your skirts like the coward he is?”

Hanma tilted his head in confusion, “Kisaki’s dead. Had been for almost a decade. Mikey was there when he died.”

You stumbled back. You shook your head, “No, no, no. You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about my own best friend being dead? That’s too cruel, even for me.”

A laugh pierced your chest. You doubled over and clutched your stomach as more giggles poured out. All this time, he was lying to you. There was never a boogey man in the shadows waiting to gobble you up.

Catching your breath, you asked between cackles, “And why are you here, just to torment me? Haven’t you done enough?”

Hanma’s face twitched, “No, I’m here for another reason. Us meeting is purely a coincidence.”

A part of you didn’t want to believe him. Everything you had been told for years had been a lie. Rapid footsteps came from the other hall, sending Hanma into motion. You didn’t even watch as he disappeared, not even caring when rough hands spun you around.

“What the fuck did you do?” Kakucho seethed.

You could only laugh as tears painted your appearance, your perfect makeup ruined. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long did you know that Kisaki was dead,” You spat out the last word.

Kakucho’s nose scrunched, “How-?”

“How do I know? Because Hanma fucking Shuji just told me. He was just here!”

You started to spiral again and Kakucho shook you, trying to get you to snap out of it. “That doesn’t matter. Do you understand how much you fucked up? Mikey is pissed!”

At the sound of your brother’s name, you hiccupped. It was all happening too fast, it was too much. “I’m s-sorry.”

Kakucho beckoned you into his embrace. His thick arms squeezed you tight to his chest as if he could protect you in his rib cage. Heaven knew how much he wanted to save you from Mikey. He was just as terrified for you since Mikey was on a warpath. Half of him wanted to advocate for you, but if he did, then he would expose you both.

But, the click of a gun being cocked back went straight through his body. He sagged against you, knowing the jig was up and so did you. From over Kakucho’s shoulder was your brother, a pistol greeted you.

Separating from Kakucho, you both confronted him dead on. Nothing in him wavered as he kept the gun pointed at you. Your knees buckled and you almost pissed yourself with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

“Not even going to try and explain yourself?”

Like a kicked dog, you only whimpered out a pathetic, “No.”

“You know Sanzu told me to watch out for Kakucho,” your head sprung up at that, betrayed that he tattled anyway. You should have known better, “But I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Now look at what you made me do.”

He flicked his wrist over to Kakucho instead of you. “Wait!” You screeched as you put yourself in front of Kakucho. “Don’t do this.”

“And why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I teach a cheating, lying whore like you a lesson?”

You bit your tongue not to froth that he had been the one lying to you the whole time.

“You need Kakucho! Don’t let this cloud the fact you need him to keep Bonten at the top.” He kept the gun raised and you started to get frantic. “Manjiro-nii, please!”

Silver metal stared you down. Mikey growled before uncocking the gun and shoving it into the back of his pants. Stomping towards you, he snagged your arm and ripped you from Kakucho. You dared not glance back at him. Mikey was volatile as is.

“We will just discipline you in a different way then.”

Your hand was going numb, losing circulation with how tight he cuffed you. As you both turned the corner, he whipped his head back to Kakucho and barked, “We aren’t done here.”

Kakucho nodded his head solemnly, accepting his fate. Departing away from him, you stared straight ahead. You refused to let your possible last moment with Kakucho with him so defeated.

Mikey walked you both into the throes of the gala. You squirmed, embarrassed you were being tugged along like a misbehaving child. Some people watched in curiosity of the woman with streaky makeup passing by, others were too indulged in their drinks.

“Let me go,” You begged.

“Quiet.”

You clamped your mouth shut. As you crossed the room, you passed by Sanzu. His snickers rang in your ear. Seething, you attempted to turn and bark at him, but Mikey snuffed your chance. He moved his hand to clamp on your nape, forcing your head down.

“Manjiro,” You said, your neck creaked from the motion.

His fingernails bit into the flesh, “Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut.”

Cutting across through the foyer, you nodded your head as you went to the elevator. The elevators yawned to let you in and luckily you two were alone. It's not like anyone would come to help you.

Mikey’s palm was a hot iron. The numbers ticked up and you were restricted to stare at the floor. You couldn’t even see the expression he was making, for better or for worse. When the elevator stretched to accommodate you two, Mikey shoved you out. His heels clicked against the marble, but this time it brought no satisfaction.

Ripping the hotel door open, he threw you so hard you stumbled over your heels and fell. Your hip and elbow took the brunt of the fall. Like a worshiper at the feet of their god, you gazed up at Mikey. If only you knew how pretty the lighting made you.

“Stay here and don’t fucking move. I have to now clean up the mess you created. I have been too lenient with you and I guess Kakucho, too.”

“Don’t hurt him!” You cried as you crawled to hug his leg, “Please.”

His eyes were an inky apathy. He kicked you off him, “You aren’t in the place to make such demands.”

Coughing, you curled into a ball at the hit to your vulnerable stomach. Leaving you to rot, he slammed the door closed. There was a strange beep and a rock slipped into your stomach. Scrambling to stretch yourself up, you raced to the hotel door. You rattled the knob and were met with resistance. Why you were surprised he found a way to child-lock the door is beyond you.

“Manjiro! Manjiro, open the door!” You screamed and pounded on the door. Even going to the extent to slam your shoulder against it, but by now he was long gone. You were trapped.

You marched away from the slab of wood and began to pace. Pulling at your strands, you heaved a primal screech. The world was falling out from under you. Collapsing on the bed and hanging your head in your hands, nothing made sense. Well, it made perfect sense. Mikey had been lying to you for years and same with Kakucho. The latter broke more than the former.

And now, because of you, Kakucho was going to be slaughtered. You flew too close to the sun and he was the one being burned.

Kisaki hadn’t been a threat for a decade, Hanma said. So when Mikey swiped you from your life, it was all fallacies to entrap you in his ever growing web. Walking to the window, you tried to wipe away his sticky residue.

You knew it was pointless to try and escape. Peering out the glass, it was a long way down with no way of surviving the jump. For a brief moment you contemplated doing it anyway. A darker, more vengeful part of you wanted to do it out of pure spite for Mikey pushing you over the edge. Though, no matter what, you couldn’t do that to him. The aftermath would be atomic.

With nothing else to do, you went back to the bed and sank into the sheets. Your leg shook the frame from your anxiety. You felt like you were being sent to the gallows and you might as well be.

Hours later a familiar beeping bellowed in the vacant cage. Springing up, Mikey walked through the door, more haggard than before. Your eyes flew all over his frame to sniff out a spot of blood. You sagged your shoulders when you found nothing.

Besides that, you didn’t move an inch. You kept your eyes on him like a nervous dog. No words were exchanged as he strolled over to the bed. At the elevated height difference, you craned your neck to hold his gaze. His eyes were the same empty void. He gripped your chin to demand contact.

Mikey’s thumb trailed down the basically healed bruise, a soft yellow visible. He dug the appendage into your jugular until you instinctively flinched back. Your hands shot up to grab his wrist. This only angered him further and he shook your face.

Whimpering, you scrunched your nose from the pain.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He fumed, bending down at the waist to bump his nose to yours.

“You’re hurting me!”

He only tightened his grip, “Good. I had to clean up your mess, again.” “You wouldn’t have to if you didn’t force me into this life.”

“Oh boo hoo, how awful of me to protect you.”

You slapped his wrist and kicked into his thigh, “You weren’t protecting me at all! You’re sick and only want me for yourself.”

Mikey twisted your arm and shoved you into the bed with your face smushed into the sheets. “Maybe so.”

He pulled you up until your back was against his chest. Clamping his hand against your nape once more, he directed you to the door.

“W-where are we going?”

“I said I was going to punish you, didn’t I?”

You did not like the implications of his words, at all. In no time you were back at the gala. The crowd hadn’t thinned out, laughter polluted the air. Mikey took you to a different direction than the booths, and up the stairs to the balcony. Watching over the masses, the twisting, golden railing was more a cage than anything.

He guided you further down the hall until you hit an archway with an unassuming door. At the frame was Sanzu waiting for you both. Your heart dropped into your stomach, to be eaten by the acid. His smile was wolfish and hungry. Today was the day Sanzu had been anticipating for God knows how long.

More lamb than human, you shrunk back, terrified of what laid await in the den. Sanzu twisted the door open with apparent giddiness. The room was similar to the hotel rooms, but obviously for private lounging rather than a sleeping area. Velvet sofas similar to the booths crowded around a coffee table.

On one sofa were the Haitani Brothers with Kakucho between. The couch was wide enough for all of them to manspread. Rindou had a bored expression, resting his chin against his fist with his elbow on the arm of the couch. Ran was the more giddy of the two, like a kid on Christmas. And Kakucho, your sweet Kakucho, was so crushed. A black eye swelled his scarred eye shut. At least it wasn’t his seeing one.

Sanzu basically skipped to the chair by the couch. Cozying up into the velvet, he placed his hands on his lap, shoulders shuddering in delight. “Let’s get this started.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sanzu,” Mikey ordered.

Said man, brought you to the couch across from where the other man sat. Sanzu closed his mouth, but wasn’t offended in the slightest. Of course, he wouldn’t, he was too far up Mikey’s ass.

Mikey sat down while he brought you between his thighs, facing him. He ran his hand up and down your waist. Whatever was going on, you weren’t liking it.

“Undress.”

Silence filled the room. Your jaw dropped, agape and in awe.

“What?”

His hand dug into the meat of your hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Mikey’s word was law. Already shaking in fear, you brought your hand to the zipper in the back and slid it down while staring him down. He matched your glower. The dress fell limp and flowed until it pooled at your feet.

Knowing that you facing him gave you the confidence to strip, your brother spun you around. This was supposed to be a punishment and he wanted you to bathe in every bit of humiliation.

Arrayed in just your bra and panties, you were tempted to cover yourself up. The other men tore into you with their famished eyes. Sanzu was especially elated. He never relished in anything more than your ignominy. Behind you, Mikey unhooked your bra. He tugged it off roughly and you almost stumbled at the jab.

You would think after years of undressing for countless people, embarrassment would have left your system, but your cheeks steamed. Ran adjusted himself in his seat. Out of the men in the room, only the Haitani Brothers haven’t seen you naked. Not wanting to dip in their own supply or whatever other degrading language they used. At the end of the day, you were merely trade to them.

Rindou indicated the most disinterested out of them all. His eyes drooped down in boredom. Despite that, those purple irises trailed up and down your form. Kakucho was downright miserable. His face was twisted in a mix of anger and shame.

Mikey then shedded your last bit of armor. He was just as rough with ripping off your panties. You wanted to curl in on yourself. The sound of Mikey wrenching off his tie had you perk up. What is he doing?

Your arms were strained behind you, forced to sit parallel to each other. He wrapped the black tie around your forearms multiple times until they were almost fully covered and finished it off with a tight tie. You wiggled your wrists, scared. “What are you doing?” You tried to spin around but Mikey didn’t allow it.

He manhandled you into his lap. “Quiet.”

You squirmed more, “No! Stop it.”

He swung one leg over your thighs to keep you still. None of the men moved to help either you or Mikey. They were there to enjoy the show. Mikey unbuckled his belt and ripped it from the belt loops. He growled when it got caught at the last hoop. Tears built up at the thought of him using it on you, so you struggled more.

“Relax.”

His words were no help. He raised the belt and you just about screamed, but he looped the belt around your throat. Mikey was surprisingly gentle when he thread the leather through the metal and tugged until it was firm against your neck. He spun his hand around the belt, like a leash.

“Good dog,” He praised with no emotion.

Mikey fixed you properly on his lap so your ass perked up. With his free hand, he rubbed up and down your bottom. You rested your forehead on the couch. A scream ripped through you followed by a sob when his palm slapped into the fat of your ass. The sound was muffled by the furniture and Mikey wasn’t having it.

Yanking the belt, he pressed your head to face the men.

"Now you want to act all shy? Not too long ago you were whoring yourself out to my men," His tone conveyed the anger he kept at bay.

Your eyes met Kakucho before you looked down in shame. He slapped you again and a sob broke out.

“He barely started and you already look this pathetic?” Sanzu teased vindictively.

You gritted your teeth when Mikey hit harder and to keep from falling for Sanzu’s bait. He was right, your brother barely commenced and you were in agony.

“How long?” Mikey asked.

Dropping your head, you were perplexed, “What?”

“How long,” He heeded Kakucho, “were you two going behind my back.”

“Ten months,” Kakucho answered for you and you collapsed further.

Mikey dug his nails into the meat of your thigh. It stung and you tried to have him release you. Anger bubbled over and he smacked your thigh so hard the air left your lungs.

“Ten months, you were fucking my Number Three without my knowledge. I ought to fucking murder you both, but I decided to be merciful,” He looked directly at you, “say thank you.”

“Thank you,” He dug his nails further, “T-thank you, Manjiro-nii.”

Ran laughed at that, “Wow, you are sick.”

Mikey ignored Ran, too focused on you. “I think ten strikes would make it sink in. Count or else I will start from the beginning.”

You trembled, not once has Mikey ever gotten violent with you. He wasn’t kind by any means, but he wasn’t one for physical punishments.

His hand striked where his nails culled blood from your skin and you screamed, he wasn’t holding back. “Count, I won’t remind you again.”

“O-one! I’m sorry.”

He cooed, “I liked the apology, add that onto it.”

Clenching your restrained hands into balls, you prepared for the next hit. Muscles strung too tight like a bow. Drawing it out, Mikey waited until your tendons grew tired of being strained did he slap you. His palm hit your ass this time.

“Two, I’m sorry!”

He rubbed out the heat radiating from your bottom, but it only irritated it more. Against your stomach, his bulge poked you. Your squirming was giving him some sort of relief. Your sobs sparked his chest to heave, short of breath.

Pushing the thought away, he went back to your punishment. He striked your right cheek in the same place twice and you kicked your feet.

“Three, Four, I’m sorry.”

Snot poured from your nose and into the couch. The world started to blur from the pain. You weren’t even half way through it and you don’t know if you can handle anymore. Mikey hit your left cheek this time, more towards your back than your thighs.

“Five, I’m sorry,” You whimpered.

Your brother dragged the makeshift leash so you faced him. His gaze inhaled your broken expression. Makeup, tears and snot was smeared all over your visage. To him, you never looked so beautiful.

“Such a good dog for me.”

Those words only made it worse. Out of your peripheral, Mikey’s hand raised and hit the middle of your ass, irritating both already smarting cheeks.

“S-six, I’m sorry!”

He tugged the belt again and you scanned at the other men. Sanzu was cupping his hardened cock and Ran was no better. He rubbed the heel of his palm into his crotch through his dress pants. Rindou was now leaned over, elbows on his knees. Kakucho has his fists in his lap. He looked about ready to spring up and pull you from Mikey’s lap. But the matching bulge in his pants gave away, in a sick way, he was enjoying the display.

You screeched when Mikey spanked you with no warning. Your head fell back down and you groaned, feet curled in.

“Numb—” Mikey started, but you cut him off.

“Seven, seven! I’m sorry, please don’t start over, I can’t,” You groveled.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Instilling the lesson, he spanked you with fervor.

Crying, a headache forming, you sobbed, “Eight, I’m sorry.”

You were so close to being done, but the knowledge only made it worse. Mikey was in a cruel mood and he was going to drag this out until he was satisfied. He pinched the fat of your ass, humming when you yelped. He trailed his focus down to between your legs. Deft fingers dipped into where your cunt was. To your misfortune, wetness built up from his actions.

“Are you seriously wet from this?” He mocked.

“S-stop it.”

Mikey shoved two fingers into your hole, your butt raised up in shock. “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this.”

Your syrupy cunt sucked him in as he scissored his fingers. He watched in fascination as your hole gaped slightly for him. Twisting the appendages, he was sure to brush against your g-spot, but offered no real stimulation. You canted your hips up more, begging for something, anything.

He ripped his fingers from you and slapped his hand down so hard, it licked your tailbone. Screaming, you kicked your feet at the ache shooting up your spine.

“Nine, I’m sorry!”

Mikey wasn’t going to be merciful. The same fingers coated in your slick brushed over your tailbone and slotted between the cleft of your ass. Your thighs clenched in fear. He momentarily dropped the leash to pry your leg open. Nails digging into the meat, you shuttered when his fingers stroked your untouched back hole. He did nothing more than press into the puffy ring.

“Fuck,” A voice grunted at the other side of the room. It sounded like Ran, but you weren’t positive.

Mikey didn’t dip in and moved his attention back to your cunt. “For another day,” He promised.

Scooping more of your slick from you, he drifted to your clit and swirled. He plucked moans from you and had your body melt into putty. His hands played with you to his own contentment. Pleasure shot up into your stomach, warming it. Mikey knew exactly how to have you fall into his hands. As you thawed into his thighs, stomach heavy on his hardened cock, he striked for the last time.

His palm hit hard against your already smarting flesh and your ears rang for a brief moment.

“Ten, I’m sorry,” The words were pathetic.

Finally done with your punishment, you sobbed more freely. Being taken over his knee like a child was too much for your brain to process. He worked you through it, stroking your upper back to soothe you.

Mikey adjusted you so you sat sideways on his lap. The rough texture of his pants dug into your burning bottom. His hand cradled the back of your head while you curled into his neck. Your brother shushed you and rocked you back and forth.

When you were more calm, he sighed into your ear, “We aren’t done yet.”

You shot straight up and gawked at him, eyes wide in fear. He grabbed the back of the collar and gripped to keep you in place. Your panicked eyes bounced to the other men in the room. They were all at the edge of their seats, like a movie finally hit its climax. As Mikey unzipped his pants, Kakucho exhibited he was about ready to leap, but Rindou placed an arm against the back of the sofa, tethering him.

“W-what’s going on?”

Mikey lifted his hips up a little, you still on his thigh and yanked down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang from its confines. Mikey wasn’t the biggest, but his length wasn’t anything to scoff at. A little longer than five inches and girthy. You were petrified, not once have you seen his dick fully. He was always the one giving you pleasure, with an unspoken promise never to touch you like that.

You didn’t like the implications of him exposing himself. Slouching further down the couch, Mikey grabbed your waist and sat you back on his thighs, facing the other men. They all knew something you didn’t. Grabbing the belt, he brought you down to rest all your weight on him. He didn’t so much grunt.

He splayed a hand on your back and pushed you down a little, giving him a full view of your pussy. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it to your hole. You tried to scramble away, but he tugged the leash so hard, you collapsed completely on him.

“Manjiro-nii, please! Don’t do this, you-you promised,” You begged to deafened ears.

Sanzu moaned lightly at your distress. Back firmly to his chest, Mikey pushed further into you, cockhead catching the ring of muscles. Your walls spasmed as he forced you further down to take all of him. You cried as your pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

“How the fuck are you so tight,” Mikey grunted.

He had one hand on your hip using it as leverage to push you down. Moaning, you twitched when he bottomed out inside you. Your hips flushed to his. Mikey basked in finally being inside you. He dreamed of this day.

“God, what a whore,” Rindou said. His voice was breathy with a laugh at the end.

“Yeah,” His brother replied, “look at how wet she is from her brother fucking her. We should record it and sell it. I bet we would make a lot of money.”

You felt like an object more than usual. Mikey did nothing to stop their taunts, if anything, he welcomed it. Hand wrapped around the leather, he kept you tied to him. Your walls spasmed around him and Mikey couldn’t take it any longer. The hand on your hip moved to coil around your waist, hugging you.

Secured, he thrusted his hips up, bullying his cock further up. You screeched when he banged against your cervix. The pain had you clenching tighter around him. Taking that as motivation, he pistoned his hips into you over and over.

Your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder. Eyes slipping closed, Mikey tugged the belt, digging into your larynx. Your bound hands spasmed as he choked you.

“Look at them.”

Lips tingling from the lack of oxygen, you followed his orders. The men were in varying states. Sanzu gathered his cock from his trousers and was stroking himself to the rhythm of Mikey’s thrusts. Both the brothers were still clothed, but were rubbing themselves through their pants. Kakucho was seething in his seat. His cock was hard. How could you blame him, when your pretty moans blessed his ears. But he knew you didn’t want this.

“They are like slobbering puppies,” He spoke into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive neck, “Whimpering and howling for what’s mine.”

At the last word, he bit the shell of your ear.

“Manjiro-nii…”

His thrusts were becoming too much. He tilted his hips again to repeatedly bump into the spongy spot deep inside you. A loud moan ruptured from your chest and he groaned at the sound. Basking in the unwanted pleasure, your eyes hazed over and began to slip closed.

The bit of leather into your almost healed throat had your lid shoot up.

“Eyes. Open,” Mikey ordered, puncturing your cunt with each word.

You wiggled, and gripped the front of his shirt, your bound hands unable to do anything else. Black creeped in your vision as he didn’t let up.

“You’re killing her!” Kakucho cried.

It was hard to process his words as Mikey only pulled harder.

Sanzu laughed, “Stop being dramatic.”

If Mikey didn’t stop, you were going to pass out. A strangled noise broiled up as your toes curled. Just as the room faded did Mikey let up on his grip. A cough escaped you as you tried to hunch forward to catch your breath. Your brother rooted you back to his chest. Instinctively, your body constricted, ready for more pain.

Your cunt tightened up in response. Mikey almost whimpered at how much you were squeezing him. He wasn’t going to last. Reaching down, the hand around your waist brushed against your puffy, neglected clit.

Yelping, you shied away from his touch. Mikey chased you to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. Wanting, no—he needed you to reach your end with him. The other men quickened their pace as well.

Mikey wrenched the belt back again to cut off your air supply. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but didn’t have any less power to them. Pinching your clit until you sobbed out, he rammed himself as far as he could go. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as you came.

The world faded into black and white, mouth agape to moan and to beg for air. Mikey bit down on your shoulder as he came right behind you. His cum was hot and claimed your walls. He gave some weak thrusts, gently guiding you both through the rest of your orgasm.

Slumping against him did he finally release his hold on the belt. You doubled over as you coughed and sputtered to gain your breath. Drool dripped down from your bottom lip.

Mikey tugged you into his embrace this time by your shoulders but you screamed in fear, terrified of being strangled again. Your eyes searched frantically all over the room, trying to process what happened.

“Get out,” Mikey snapped at the other men.

Knowing their play time was done, they leisurely walked out of the room. Kakucho tried to linger, but Ran pushed him along. For you or for Kakucho, no one knows.

When the door was firmly closed, Mikey lifted you up from his cock. You cringed as his cooling cum drooled out from your winking cunt. He softly placed you to the side of him. Swiftly he untied his tie from your forearms and set you free. You brought your arms back to your front and rolled your wrists in hopes to ease the tingling. Next was the belt. You cowered away when his fingers brushed against you.

Mikey exhaled as he unlooped the belt and freed you from your physical leash. He steered you until your head rested on his lap. When you weren’t paying attention, he shoved his cock back into his pants.

“I will never forgive you for this,” You muttered.

“I should be the one saying that.”

Your fist balled up once more, “I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”

Mikey simply petted your hair as you cried. You were always fragile like butterfly wings. One brush of his finger and you would never fly again. Despite this, he clutched onto you like a careless child. If it meant breaking your very being in the process, then he would do what he must. Though as he watched you twitch and wither, a part of him regretted ripping off your pretty wings.

MORTEM

Days had passed since the gala and you hadn’t left your room. When he brought you back to the hotel room, you were silent. And you stayed silent through the whole trip home. You felt violated and dirty. Now matter how much you scrubbed in the shower, Mikey’s touch wouldn’t leave you.

In a twisted sense, this was your wakeup call. You couldn’t handle much more or else you would shatter. Your brother left you alone for the most part. While you inverted in on yourself, he watched sadly but did nothing.

Routinely, Mikey would come to your room and knock knowing you would not answer. Even with the key he had, he dared not unlock your door. He has pushed his boundaries as is. If anything, he was more distraught out of the both of you.

Laying in your giant bed, you didn’t let your depressed state rot you away. No, you were done being under Mikey’s thumb. Knowing that Kisaki was long since dead and Hanma had little interest in you, the danger was in your home all along. Nothing held you back anymore from starting anew.

You had been back in the manor for about four days now and every night, you snuck out of your room to steal money. You kept it small, but enough to buy you a train and airplane ticket, far away from Japan. As a child, you always loved the countryside and you longed to go somewhere similar to the roaring mountains. Combined with the tips you had stowed away from the club, for a moment just like this, you would be fine until you found a job.

Stealing the money was easy, it was breaking into Mikey’s office to obtain all your documents and passport that had you on edge the most. Last night, you stole the last bit of what you needed, knowing it would be easier to notice missing than a couple hundred dollars. Luckily, Mikey had slipped off to bed and wasn’t slumped over in his chair. Thank whatever deity was listening that all your papers were in his office and not somewhere else. If you had to forge them, you had no idea what you would do with all the men breathing down your neck.

Over the course of you being home, you hadn’t seen or heard of Kakucho once. Your heart broke. But what broke your heart more was that Mikey never really cared for you. You were a possession, an almost perfect sized puzzle piece to fill the gap Emma had left.

Night had fallen, moonlight poured from the window. You waited for Mikey’s knock. Right on time there was a rapping on your door. Tears broke out as you bit into your hand as he shouted your name. His voice was so sad. In another lifetime, maybe you could have been normal siblings and maybe you two could have been close and maybe Emma could still be alive and none of this would have happened.

He sighed and his shadow moved away from the door under the crack at the bottom. You counted and counted until you were in the thousands. Silence and the bellowing winds greeted you. You hopped up from your bed, tearing the sheets from your form.

Crawling under your bed, you grabbed the backpack and toiled it with you. Placing it on your bed, you zipped it open to make sure all you needed was still there. You had your money, documents, and a few spare clothes shoved in there. A water bottle and a few protein bars were in the front pocket, in case.

Softly, you opened your closet and uprooted a thick winter jacket and snow boots. A flurry of snowflakes raged outside. You shoved a hat on top of your head and wrapped a scarf around your neck. Your hand lingered on your throat, the bruise finally gone despite the irritation added from Mikey’s belt. Suddenly short of breath, you shook the thoughts away.

Pulling your hood up, you swung the backpack high on your shoulders. Your feet carried you to the window and you pushed it up. The panes got caught a couple times from the chill. You stared down at the ground below you. Your bedroom was only on the second floor, but if you weren’t careful, you could break your foot. It was also not under anyone else’s bedroom, thankfully.

Vertigo hit you from staring at the snowy ground.

“Fuck it.”

Steeling your resolve, you swung your legs outside the window and ducked your head. Your bottom and hands were the only thing tethering you to the ledge. Sucking an inhale, you jumped.

Swallowing a scream as air whipped in your ears. In seconds, you land on the ground with an *oof*, the snow breaking your fall. Not wasting time, you scurried away from the floor and raced away from the compound. The snow slowed you down and gave away the direction you went. Once you hit the road it was easier to run.

You dared not loop back to the manor and picked up the pace. The subway station was only a half hour walk but you weren’t taking any chances. Booted feet slapped against concrete. Snow crunched under your weight and the cold stung your cheeks. There were a few cars that drove past you, but paid you no mind. They also had places to be.

You couldn’t tell if it was the cold or the fear of being caught, yet a chill went down your spine. Cutting the estimated time in half, the train station was in view. Out of breath, you slowed your pace to a brisk walk. No one was waiting for the train. It made sense since it was the last train of the night.

Gripping the backpack, you reached the empty, open train stop. As you shuffled towards the awning, you heard the clicking of the safety being switched off.

You freezed at the familiar sound.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n,” Mikey said from behind you

Scared to confront him, you stay silent and scout when the train will arrive, five minutes. You can buy time. You can be smart about this.

“I’m leaving.”

He cocked the gun, “No you’re not. You’re going to come back with me.”

Still refusing to turn around, you muttered, “Let me go, Mikey.”

He walked closer, snow crackling beneath him. He brought the barrel to the back of your head.

“We both know I can’t do that.”

“Why?” Three more minutes.

“You know why,” he said it like it's so simple. That it's so simple why he entangled you with him when he clearly hated you so deeply.

“No I don’t!” You whipped around, the barrel now to your forehead. It was no longer you talking, but a seven year old you crying why her older brother doesn’t love her.

She speaks through you, “You hated me since we were little. You always favored Emma over me and acted like my presence was a nuisance. I know it should have been me and not her, but it's not fair! It’s not fair that I have to be punished for simply being your sister!”

He gripped you and tugged you to him with the gun now at your temple. “I never hated you, not once! You aren’t a replacement for Emma, I never saw you like that. I loved you since the day I met you but it was so much different than what I have for our other siblings. It was wrong, but I had to have you.”

“You’re sick,” You seethed. This whole time he tormented you for his own twisted desires. He tarnished you with his own sullied hands. He ripped you apart, your fragile butterfly wings crumbling at his fumbling actions.

“I don’t care what you think I am as long as you stay with me,” He clutched your face with an open palm and the heel of his hand that still held the loaded gun.

You tried to pry his hands away as the honking of the train alerts you both of its soon arrival.

“Get off me! Let me go, I hate you.”

Desperate, he kissed you, pouring into you all the love he begged to give but you didn’t want it. Not after what he did.

You pushed against his chest, “You lied to me about Kisaki, yet you punished me for lying. You’re the real liar.”

“I had to! If I didn’t, you would never come back to me.”

“I was never yours to keep.”

“You went to fuck Kakucho in the middle of an important deal!” He was grasping at straws.

“No I didn’t! If you listened instead of going off the handle, you would know I saw Hanma. How do you think I found out Kisaki was dead?”

Mikey’s brows pinched, knowing he was in the wrong, but refused to admit it. The train came barrelling in, tousling both of your hair. It came to a slow crawl, Mikey was out of time.

“You’re mine.”

He bent down as if to kiss you again and you punched him so hard his head whipped to the side. Pushing him off you, you hightailed to the opened doors.

“Don't make me shoot you!” He cried.

Ignore his words, you raced to the gaping door. A scream erupted when a bullet hit your shoulder. The sound was muffled by the blood pumping in your ears. You stumbled on your feet but you clutched the bleeding arm. Going sideways, you barreled into the closing train doors. As they closed, you rested your forehead against the glass.

You jumped when Mikey slammed onto the glass, his face thunderous and filled with ill intent. He was already on the phone with someone. You could only guess who.

Smirking at him, relishing in your small victory, you raised a bloody hand and flipped him off.

He hit the door with the butt of the gun, barely making a dent. The train kicked into motion and you waved goodbye at him as he merely glared, watching you fly away from him.

You take a seat still clutching your bleeding arm. At this point you were surely going to pass out from either the shock or blood loss, but a smile stayed on your face. Mikey was going to have all of Japan locked down by the time you reach the end of the line, but you savored your small moment of peace.

Come morning, you were going to be slung back at the beginning. But you have done this cycle before and you were going to do it again and again until either you or Mikey break.

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