BORN TO DIE

BORN TO DIE

bonten x fem!reader

summary: you thought loving them would be enough.

genre: mini series, bonten timeline, smut, angst, romance

warnings: fem!reader, explicit smut, gang violence, explicit language, drug abuse, alcoholism, mcd last chapter — warnings will vary by chapter

update schedule: sporadic (LDA priority)

status: incomplete

notes: this stemmed from brainrot from eris’s reblog game 🥹 anyway, the “chapters” can be read as stand alone one shots, but if you’re gonna read the last part with all of bonten, you’ll want the background from the character specific chapters. kindly ignore the fact that brooklyn baby isn’t on the born to die album, i had an idea too good to pass

MILLION DOLLAR MAN HAITANI RAN

BLUE JEANS HAITANI RINDOU

NATIONAL ANTHEM KOKONOI HAJIME

CARMEN AKASHI TAKEOMI

BROOKLYN BABY KAKUCHO

GODS & MONSTERS SANZU HARUCHIYO

SUMMERTIME SADNESS SANO MANJIRO

DARK PARADISE BONTEN

REBLOGS FOR BOOST GREATLY APPRECIATED

⊱ always and forever

an: this is a response to @sweetsbysatori's letter to shion while he is in jail. read the initial letter this is in response to here.

please be respectful with tags, as this is a selfship post.

Love of my life,

Got your letter, it made my day. Been telling everyone you sent me nudes. I’m pretty sure they believe me and are super jealous. I mean how could they not be? Who got a baby out there sending them nudes? None of them. They are all real jealous. Ran even asked to see them, like I’d show him? Yeah right. Told him he should ask his girl for them if he wanted to look at a nice set of tits so bad. 

I really miss you, it kind of sucks here. I mean, I’m so happy I’m here with everyone. But it’s hard falling asleep without your arms wrapped around me. I’d even settle for your hair in my face right now. Ridiculous right? I know it bothers me so much, but it would be really nice get to smell your shampoo right now. All I smell is dude constantly.

I think I miss Izana, hard to deal with him not being here with us. Kakucho too, I hear he made it, and I’m pretty sure he is a wreck at this point. If you see him tell him how much we all miss him. 

I’ve been thinking about that time I watched all those videos about how Elvis wasn’t dead and I think I talked about it for days, to the point that everyone got annoyed with me. Well, except for you, and I really love you. I really love you and how you listen to me even if I can be a little much sometimes. No one has ever loved me like you do, I’m luckier than all of my friends, I tell them all the time. I’m the luckiest guy in the world actually. Doesn’t matter how many times I get knocked out, as long as at the end of the day I have you to come home to. You always patch me up and kiss my wounds and tell me that next time I’ll get the hit in first. Even got me that new set of knuckle dusters for my birthday last year, I’m glad I didn’t have those on me and they are safe at home with you.

I shouldn’t tell you this, but I think I got knocked out too fast again. The Haitanis told me they’d help me work on my speed, said I needed to hit the other guy first, like I don’t know that or something. It’s nice of them, though, glad we all have each other in here. 

Anyway, enough about jail life. I hope you are keeping busy out there. Keep doing everything you do every day. Don’t let anything fall behind because I’m in here, especially your schoolwork, because once I’m out you won’t get rid of me. It’ll be nice though, kissing you and holding you again. 

That night on the building, the way the lights from the stars reflected in your eyes as we laughed the entire night, that was heaven to me, that is heaven. 

Heaven is your laugh, even when I’m pretty sure I’m not funny. Heaven is the way you hold my hand and kiss me, even when we are in public. Heaven is the look in your eyes when we dance and sing all night. Heaven is the way your body fits perfectly against mine. Heaven is the way you say I love you every single day and I know you mean it. 

That mantra of yours, it’s funny because it’s so similar to mine. They say great minds think alike, and I like that because you are the smartest person I’ve ever met, and if my mind works even a little similar to yours I must be pretty smart.

I say it every day when I get up and the guys make me work out with them. I say it over and over while I picture your beautiful smile.

I love you. 

I’ll see you soon.

I love you. 

I’m happy my bed is so small because I don’t have to roll over in the middle of the night to you not there. It’s happened before, I woke up and reached out to pull you close. It was really hard, but I’m getting better at remembering where I am.

I love you

I’ll see you soon

I love you

You know that feeling when you wake up out of a deep sleep and you feel disoriented? Like you don’t know where you are and everything is just not right? Every day is like that. I need you like I need to breathe. I need our life again. You and me against the world. With you by my side I can do anything, we can do anything together. 

I know I’m being a sap. You really are my everything and when I’m out we can do anything you want. Go anyplace you want. 

I think I can maybe get out early if I’m really good and keep to myself.  I heard it’s totally possible. I’m working towards it, just have to walk the straight and narrow. Although with my reputation it’s hard, everyone knows who I am. 

I love you so much, I hope you can visit again. It’s hard not being able to touch you, but seeing your face gives me hope and motivation to get the hell out of this place and never see it again. 

I belong with you. 

Love always and forever,

Your Shionnie

tags: @bxnten @httphaitani @arlertslove @izxnas @mxnjiros @kxeyas @thomaphoria @tokyometronetwork

i will always say (vintage) americana coquette is not complete without examples of black women thats pure americana and femininity right there

you can literally see where lanas early influences are 😭 (along with chicanas cannot forget them)

“I want the part of you that you refuse to give.”

— Ellen Hopkins

@1990-06-12 i found this 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @1990-06-12 is a good person and deserves many good things.

⊱ a midsummer night's dream ; madarame shion x fem!reader

warnings: explicit, 18+, dark content, somnophilia, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, alcohol consumption, oral (f!receiving), creampie, petnames (princess, baby)

summary: finding you asleep and in his arms after a long day of drinking on the beach, shion just cant wait to take advantage wc: 1.4k

a/n: my entry for @meowdarame's summer of love collab

18 + // MINORS DNI // DARK CONTENT

“Princess… you awake?” It was late, the sky was dark, but the beach you had fallen asleep on was bathed in the pale light from the full moon. The calming sound of the waves crashing into the shore along with the amount of margaritas you had been drinking in the heat all day had you in a deep sleep. Shion, on the other hand, was still wide awake. The beach had emptied out hours ago and your drunken giggles had died down shortly after. As soon as your head had hit Shion’s chest you were out, the sound of his heartbeat filled the gaps in the crashing of waves, sending you deep into the comfort of sleep.

“You really asleep?” Shion’s voice was low, quiet, but he pushed into your arm gently, seeing if he could make you stir. Fortunately for him, you really were in as deep a sleep as he had hoped you were. He smiled as he caressed your cheek - he loved watching you sleep, he loved seeing the way your chest would rise and fall. He loved it when you mumbled, he liked to imagine what you were dreaming of and loved pretending it was him. Especially when those mumbles were more like whines than words. When those mumbles you made were closer to the cute noises you made when he was stretching you with his thick cock than the cute mumbles of his sleeping girlfriend.

With a delicacy that was seemingly uncharacteristic of Shion, he slowly moved you off of his chest and laid you down on the blanket next to him. He tilted his head and brushed his unruly blond hair out of his face. “Sure you’re not fakin’ it?” He waited a little longer for your response than he had wanted to, his eyes lingered too long on the way your pretty mouth parted. He slid a finger ever so gently in between your lips. He didn’t try to hide the stupid smile that crossed his face when he dipped his finger a little further into your mouth without even the slightest reaction from you.

“No, baby, guess you aren’t fakin' at all.”

Shion took another glance around the beach, making sure you two were as alone as he needed you to be. A few people off in the distance, their laughs reached you, but were almost completely muffled by the sounds of the sea. The lights in the houses that dotted the street had long since gone out. 

“You look so pretty today, baby. Ya know that?” He dragged his hand down from your lips, to your chest, the pink bikini he had helped you pick out before your trip was barely covering you, and, as he had planned, was easily pushed to the side. He twirled his finger, still wet from your lips, around your exposed nipple. The little noise that left your mouth went straight to his cock. He wanted to play with you as long as he could, but the longer Shion kept his eyes on you, the longer he twirled your nipple in his fingers, the more he found it harder and harder to just play.

“Guess you really did have too much to drink, baby.” He took another quick look around, only to be met with the same group that was just a little too far away to visibly make out; soon, his calloused hands spread your legs. He slowly slid your shorts off, and he pressed his hand against the heat of your pussy, pressing the fabric of your bikini bottom into you. Another gasp left your lips and Shion groaned in response. “Fuck baby, you sure you ain’t awake?” He ran his finger up and down, circling you your clit, applying a little more pressure with every movement. “Think I can get a lil taste?” He spoke louder than before, laughing at himself. “Think I can taste this pretty little pussy of yours baby? Bet she tastes real good.” He pushed your bathing suit over to the side, revealing your soaked cunt, strings of arousal clinging to the fabric. “Bet you taste as pretty as you look.” He spread your lips softly, admiring the way your cunt shimmered in the moonlight, the way your puffy clit looked, just begging to be sucked on, he was sure of it. He swiped his thumb through his own lips, coating it in saliva, and rubbed at the swollen bundle of nerves. Your body twitched, but your breathing remains steady, as steady as it had the whole time. He took a hesitant lick, just barely touching you. After receiving no response, he went in for another, this time longer, tasting your sweet cunt a little more. He pulled away and licked his lips, looking up at your peaceful body. “Ok ok, if you insist, princess.” He wrapped his lips around your clit and swirled his tongue in patterns, gently sucking. He was quickly palming his cock through his bathing suit, he was throbbing, dying to shove himself into you, but he just needed to taste you a little more. He kept saying it over and over in his head, just a little more– he wanted to feel your clit twitching under his tongue as he made you cum in your sleep. Much to his surprise he quickly brought your sleeping body to climax, your pussy clenching around the finger he had slid into you, your clit twitching in his mouth. He groaned at the sensation, thankful he had stopped stroking his cock. “Fuck baby, almost made me make a mess in my swim trunks.” He made quick work of the tiny strings that held your bottoms together. Then moved up your body slowly, hovering just above you, admiring the rise and fall of your chest, the way your breaths had slowly fallen back to normal.

“Almost wish you were awake.” He pressed hips lips to your neck softly, every second he risked waking you. Any movement might be the one to disturb you and it was the last thing he wanted. “But you just look too pretty when you sleep, princess. Just too pretty.”

His cock was quickly out of his shorts and pressed against your entrance. He knew how slowly he had to go to even have a shot at not waking you. His fat cock, pushing centimeter by centimeter, into your still dripping pussy, still twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

Shion couldn’t believe how well he held himself together, taking it as slow as he could, no matter how badly his cock throbbed, how much his own body twitched, he just couldn’t wake you. He stifled his groan when his hips finally met yours, seemingly hours after he had first started to sink into your tight cunt. 

“Should let you get this drunk more often, baby, takin’ me so good.” Perhaps he said it too loudly, but the only reaction from you was a shift of your body and a tilt of your head. “Gonna start moving now, baby. Think you can take it, I know how hard it is when you’re awake.” He started moving slowly, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. “S’fuckin tight baby, fuck.” His head dropped down as he picked up speed, his hair falling in his eyes, sticking to his damp skin. “S’good princess. Being s’good for me.” A few more deep thrusts and he was biting his lip hard, holding back his groans as his body started trembling, filling your sleeping body to the brim. 

He hovered above you a little longer, letting his breathing even out, watching the way your eyes moved slightly under your lids. “Wonder what you’re dreaming about, baby. Can’t be nearly as good as this.” 

He quickly had you back to your original state, bikini tied back on and in the right place, shorts back where they had started. 

Shion had finally fallen back down next to you as you started to somehow finally wake. “Shion?” Your eyes fluttered open. “Shion, it’s chilly.” 

“Shh baby, let’s get you home. Nice and warm in bed.” He ran a finger down your cheek. “I’ll carry you to the car and everything.” You nodded, still half lost in sleep, as Shion lifted you.

“Thank you, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his bare chest as you snuggled your head against him and let yourself fall back to sleep. All Shion could do was smile and wave to the group of people that had somehow drifted down the beach just a little too close to the two of you.