#haitani brothers fluff | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

evergone · 1 year ago

Text

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing

Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.

You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.

With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.

It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.

“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.

“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”

Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.

“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.

You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.

Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.

As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.

“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.

“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…

“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.

“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”

Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”

For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.

Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.

“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”

You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.

3K notes · View notes

aleapple1216 · 1 year ago

Text

Ran's bad eyesight

So it happens that on the board at the last Tokyo Revengers exhibition where the dynamics of ToMan, Tenjiku, and Black Dragons are explained there are little notes with random facts about the characters; the only one that has been leaked closely so far is Ran's, and it reads as follows:

Ran tends to get very close to people when they talk to him; everyone thinks he is being flirtatious or trying to intimidate, but in reality Ran does this because he has bad eyesight.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #ran haitani #ran haitani headcanons #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani fluff #haitani icons #haitani brothers #ran haitani x reader #tokrev #tokyo rev

3K notes · View notes

fic-dumpster · 4 months ago

Note

OMG imagine this all of bonten doing the slim pickings trend if you don’t know what that is it’s basically a guy lifting a girl (normally that’s I’ll I’ve seen of this trend sorry!)

On this shoulder and flexing that basically that they can carry their girl on their shoulder 😭😩🤤

Anyways I just imagine ❤️ Kakucho ❤️ lifting us then like all of bonten wants to prove they can do it too 🫡 ugh it hurts to even think about 😖

anyways just random thought sorry it’s so long I think I had a heart attack when I thought of this

have a good day/night pookie 💋😘🙈

Anonie, idk if I got you but I’ll see what Bonten does. LET ME TELL YOU THAT I SUFFERED /J. AHSJSKS I DONT KNOW TIKTOK JAHSKSQ IM SORRY Gosh… I can’t write serious or wholesome stuff 🤧 it’s always me and my broken sense of humor.

Slim Pickings || Bonten x Reader 1.9k+ words

cw: body image, TikTok trend, nonsense, cringe… like hundred percent logging off-phone throwing-gagging worthy cringe. constant state of chaos. not edited.

“What are you two doing?” The question came from Takeomi who just stepped into your living room to see Kakucho with you sitting on his shoulder, parading you around as both laughed and smiled.

“A TikTok trend,” you answered casually.

But before Takeomi could ask more questions, the rest of Bonten began to pop into the room.

“it’s rude to stand in the entrance,” Sanzu intentionally bumped shoulders with Takeomi. Which only gained him a tired sigh from the older man.

“We heard music!” Rindou pointed out, casually strolling in.

“And your laughter,” Ran added, walking behind him brother.

After Bonten’s three menaces made their way in, silently Mikey accompanied by Kokonoi and Mochi decided to join the crowd. The shorter man curiously peeked at your form perched on his number three..

Questions began to rain on you once they saw your phone propped up on the table with more than one video of Kakucho lifting you.

“So you just lift me and place me on your shoulders,” you explained in detail to the group of men staring at your phone screen. “Yeah, like that. See?”

“We do that on a daily basis,” pointed out Ran, not really getting where this was going.

“Yeah, we see Rindou flexing his biceps at least four times a day.” Added Sanzu, snickering with his phone out scrolling through some other videos and seeing a bunch of guys just showing off.

“This shit’s easy,” huffed Rindou, ignoring the previous comment but at the same time watching Sanzu’s screen over his shoulder.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” You rolled your eyes at the lack of initiative on their part. Although, you could guess jealousy had a part in that. They seemed bitter that your attention was solely on Kakucho.

You couldn’t have been more wrong with your statement. Bonten was not made for TikTok fame… but you didn’t know it at that time.

─────── · · ·

To see who went first they decided to draw straws… online…

You stood with Kakucho there waiting until everyone got their phones out and went to the page Rindou had shared. Lifting an eyebrow, you saw they had taken this more seriously than you had expected. Oh, yeah… they had banned Kakucho from this round.

Then you heard a groan and a bunch of hyenas laughing. First one to go? it was Kokono… and things didn’t go as planned.

“Okay, ready?” You asked a bit worried since he didn’t seem too eager to be on camera.

“Why do I have to go first?” Koko’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “you’re not posting this, right?”

A bunch of boos from the public followed Koko’s question, and by the public you mean Rindou, Ran and Sanzu. You tried to reassure him it would be alright but the damage to his pride was already done.

Once Koko’s hands were on your hips something in your gut told you that doom was imminent. He had lifted you with ease but as soon as your butt hit his shoulder, the man let out a loud whine. Somehow—someway, your zipper had gotten stuck on his silver hair. Thus, pulling it as he moved you.

“Ah! My hair! My hair!!” Koko’s desperate screams just got most of the group cracking up.

“Oh shut— ack!” You tried to stay as calm as possible, “I’m sorry!” Your eyes turned to the snickering bunch. “It’s not funny!” You held onto Koko’s head for dear life as Rindou and Sanzu avoided your gaze. The latter turned around to keep chuckling.

With his second sigh of the day, Takeomi walked towards you two, pulling Kakucho along.

“How is that this always happens to you two,” Takeomi said, trying to untangle your zipper from Koko’s hair as Kakucho steadied you on the silver-haired man’s shoulder.

After all was done, Kokonoi sat begrudgingly on the furthest sofa with a side of his long silver hair tangled in a thick mass. You smiled apologetically at him.

─────── · · ·

With a triumphant look, Rindou stood ready.

He was feeling confident after Kokonoi’s failure, but he might have gone a bit too hard… the moment he lifted you off the floor, you went flying towards the hanging lights. Thus, hitting you in the back of your head.

Everyone panicked meanwhile Mochi went for an ice pack.

It was chaos, as always—Kakucho to the rescue, he snatched you straight away from Rindou’s shoulder just in time to see Sanzu tackling the youngest Haitani. Then Ran and Takeomi began to scold the pair scuffling on the floor.

Even Mikey joined in, silently hitting Rindou in the same spot that the lamp had smacked you. Bonten’s leader walked away and kept mumbling words about how careless one could be. “An eye for an eye, Haitani.”

Just then, Mochi had walked back in to the room with an ice pack, but seeing the current situation he handed Takeomi the ice pack and went back to get a couple more.

─────── · · ·

After a prolonged discussion about safety, you suggested continuing outside which would have been fine if two people hadn’t begged you for a favor.

Ran was already smirking at you, ready to hoist you up and show the two previous failures how it was done.

And he did just that. At the count of three, you were already sitting on Ran’s shoulder. His grip was unwavering and the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

“Why do you always make it weird…” you mumbled once you saw Rindou visibly upset at his loss in this match.

“It’s not, though.” Ran pretended to flick a lint off his shirt, looking straight at the camera now.

It’s then that you remember the words from a certain pair—a pink and a silver head already signaling for you to take action. To keep the peace, both Haitani had to fail… miserably…

So with a deep breath, you loudly shouted something you knew Ran wouldn’t ignore. “Is that a bald spot?!” You even put a finger on his scalp to emphasize.

It happened so fast. One second you were in the air and the next you had been set down on the grass and the oldest Haitani went running to the nearest bathroom, Rindou not far behind. Not a words came out of anyone’s mouth. Meanwhile Sanzu and Koko gave you a thumbs up.

The peace had been kept. Your TikTok project began to feel more complicated than you thought it would be.

─────── · · ·

Nobody was worried about Mikey, they all knew he could easily pick you up, but Mother Nature had other plans.

“Stop laughing,” you grumbled, “it’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry, sweetcheeks… it is…” Sanzu wheezed almost out of breath from laughing the whole day. “Mikey went straight for your pussy!”

Yes, when it was Mikey’s turn he had almost dropped you because a bee flew to his face and to his credit, he did catch you just as quick but the death-like grip went to your crotch. Which had you squealing and the clowns around you couldn’t stop laughing since then. Even Mochi and Takeomi had chuckled at the whole show.

“Haru, shut up!” You hissed, “Look! He’s sulking already!” At the sight of a brooding Mikey, everyone just went quiet. That sobered Snazu up real quick.

The Haitani brothers had just come back outside, but seeing the grey clouds on everyone’s heads they decided to slowly and carefully go back inside.

With Mikey not being in the mood anymore, the TikTok filming had to stop. Mochi and Sanzu were sad to not get a chance to try.

“Another day,” you weakly replied.

Takeomi felt a sense of relief. He wasn’t sure his back would agree today. He had lifted you before, but it was a gamble and with how everyone’s luck had been today? He didn’t wanna risk it.

─────── · · ·

Later that day, everyone was just sitting around the living room, back to where it all began. It was as normal as it could possibly get.

Most of them were on their phones, although you suspected some of them had the early videos on repeat. Sanzu and kept showing Mochi something and both just kept chuckling. Kokonoi kept checking something about the stock market and grumbling at his screen, angrily typing nonstop. Takeomi was doing the newspaper crossword puzzle and kept asking Ran some of the modern-day stuff he didn’t get. Kakucho had been in the kitchen for a while, and finally, Rindou and Mikey playing thumb fights.

Normalcy… how unusual.

“It’s actually nice… you know?” You interrupted the abnormal calmness surrounding you. “I’m in no way a flimsy thing and you all always move me around like I weigh nothing,” you voiced out your thoughts. You were laying on the couch, just thinking, truth spilling without meaning to, but alas it was out.

“The hell you mean?” Sanzu instantly snapped, throwing his phone to Mochizuki who barely had time to catch it. Bonten’s number two walked up to your resting spot and climbed on top of you. “I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

“Haru…” Your wide eyes stared up at Sanzu, pink hair falling like curtains around your face.

His visceral reaction was like the spark that ignited the rest. Soon you heard the scraping sound of chairs being pulled. The lonely couch was now crowded with a bunch of angry men.

“Move,” Rindou growled as he pulled Sanzu away from you, almost throwing him off the couch. “What do you mean by that?” Now it was the youngest Haitani staring down at you with furrowed brows, and questioning your early statement. “Earlier? I almost sent you to a different fucking orbit.”

They all in their own way tried to make you understand—see what they see.

“Even Koko here can pick you up!” Ran added.

“Yeah,” Koko agreed but then realized the implications, “wait what are you trying to say?!”

Ah, this was more…normal… you giggled at the chaos that erupted around you. From the kitchen walked out Kakucho with a fresh baked bowl of cookies. Mikey didn’t have to be told twice, from the smell alone he knew what it was and took some for himself.

“Heard the commotion,” Kakucho sat next to your head on the couch, “how many times do we have to tell you that’s not important? You see us complain? No, right?” he didn’t let you answer as a cookie was already stuffed in your mouth.

“You have to see us fight to get even a second longer with you. That should tell you how much we want you,” Takeomi noted, pointing towards the Haitanis going against Sanzu and Koko a couple of feet away.

“This is why social media is hazardous,” Mochi announced, holding a cookie between his fingers.

“Body imag—” began Takeomi but he was cut short.

“It’s nothing. You’re just old.” Sanzu rebuked, interrupting his older brother just to spite him. forgotten was Rinodu who went to back up Ran.

The Akashi brothers continued on their intense debate, Mochi adding his opinion here and there as Kakucho kept feeding you and Mikey cookies.

620 notes · View notes

skelliko · 7 months ago

Text

|°-context: when would Tokyo revengers say 'i love you'

°-featuring: all tr boys

• probably within the first week. it was either by accident by letting their feelings consume them or they didn't think at all before casually letting those words out, it seemed as if he already says that phrase on a daily basis - shinichiro, chifuyu,

• after a few weeks or roughly a month. "-because I love you" it wasn't planned but it also wasn't by accident, it was a thought that came up in his head and he decided to go 'yes' to it. - akkun, shion, kokonoi, smiley, angry, mochi, takemitchi, peh,

• kind of a nonchalant guy he is, he definitely did know that he loves you but chose to take it a little slow and only told you that he loves you because you needed it - seishu, draken, baji

• 3 months at least. he didn't want to rush anything or make you feel awkward about it so he took his time and found the right moment to say those sweet words, could be on a date, some scenario where you needed reassurance of his love, or on a random sweet day when he thought 'today is the day' - hakkai, Kakucho, Mitsuya, rindou, pah

• you had to be the one to say it not him. either he didn't want to say it first, or simply didn't feel anything enough for him to go first. - ran, Hanma, izana, kazutora, sanzu,

• he'd either say it in the first week, or not at all. there's no in-between - Mikey, kisaki

♡----

✯- when did y'all say 'i love you' to your partner?: for me it was on the day we got together... whoops, i guess

595 notes · View notes

leahrintarou · 6 months ago

Text

✩₊˚.⋆ THREE MINUTES ! - rindou haitani / 10.08 / kinktober

CW: public "sex", fingering, teasing, they're best friends, female anatomy, she/her used, one-sided pleasure, that's all lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: welcome to the fifth post of my kinktober series! i hope you enjoy. leave a like or reblog to show support. (updates this week might be off or posted on a diff day since i'll be traveling somewhere with family. if not posted on the designated day, it will be posted eventually when i get back home.)

it took a lot of pleading, a lot of pouting, and quite a bit of persuasion for y/n to finally get rindou to agree to see a horror movie with her. he’d been reluctant, as always, keeping his usual stoic expression as she begged, a faint sigh escaping him after she tugged at his sleeve one too many times.

“alright, fine,” he finally said, rolling his eyes with a small, barely-there smile. “but you’re paying for the popcorn.”

y/n’s face lit up instantly, and she practically bounced in excitement. “deal! you won’t regret it, i promise!”

now, sitting side by side in the dim theater, rindou was starting to question his decision. as soon as the movie began, he leaned back in his seat, trying to relax as the ominous music set the tone. y/n was fully immersed, her eyes wide as she clutched his arm during each jump scare, gasping and gripping his hand tighter with every loud noise and flickering shadow on the screen.

rindou, on the other hand, sat unbothered, his expression unfazed by the attempts to frighten him. he shot her a sidelong glance, noting the way she reacted to the tension, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. she was so easily scared, and he found it endearing, though he’d never say so.

about halfway through, he noticed something different. y/n’s grip had loosened, and her eyes, while still on the screen, had a faraway look in them. she seemed to be shifting in her seat, her legs rubbing together subtly, her face flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the horror unfolding onscreen.

rindou quirked an eyebrow, leaning over to whisper, “something more interesting than the movie going on?”

y/n’s head snapped toward him, caught off guard, and she felt a deep wave of embarrassment. “what? no, i was just... i’m watching, i swear.”

he gave her a knowing look, one that made her squirm under his gaze. “right. because from where i’m sitting, it looks like you’re a little too distracted to be paying attention to what’s going on,” he murmured, his voice low, a faint smirk ghosting across his face. “did you really just waste our money on tickets just to get yourself all worked up over nothing?”

she huffed, crossing her arms in defense. “it’s not my fault! the movie got kind of... you know, intense, and you’re here, and...” her voice trailed off, and she glanced away, clearly embarrassed.

rindou chuckled softly, his usual calm demeanor breaking just enough for her to catch it. “oh, i see. so, you dragged me out here, begged me to watch this horror movie, and now you’re not even paying attention. that’s what i’m hearing.”

y/n pouted, tugging on his arm. “rindou, come on. i can’t help it...”

he leaned closer, his face only inches from hers, his voice a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “can’t help it, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing. “guess i’ll have to find a way to keep you entertained, since the movie isn’t cutting it.”

her eyes widened as he settled back in his seat, his hand casually resting on her thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. she shot him a look, torn between shock and excitement, but he just kept that same indifferent expression, his gaze focused forward as if nothing unusual was happening.

“rindou,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the movie’s background noise. “people are around...”

he raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look at her, his thumb continuing its slow, deliberate movement. “you’re the one who couldn’t keep it together,” he said with a smirk. “don’t blame me for distracting you when you’re the one getting ideas.”

y/n’s heart raced, the weight of their friendship hanging heavy in the silence between them. she knew they were toeing a line, crossing into something unspoken and uncertain, yet she didn’t pull away. instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, the thrill of it mixing with a quiet fear that they couldn’t just come back from this.

she looked up at him, a small, hesitant smile tugging at her lips. “you know we probably shouldn’t...”

“probably,” he murmured, his voice steady, but his hand never moved. he glanced down at her, his usual calm exterior cracking just enough for her to see something else behind it—a question, a hesitation that matched her own. “but we’re already here, aren’t we?”

they held each other’s gaze, neither of them willing to break the moment, knowing they were treading dangerous ground. but in the dim glow of the theater, with his hand on her thigh and her fingers inching toward his, it felt like a risk they were both willing to take, consequences be damned.

"if you don’t want this, tell me now."

y/n remained quiet and rindou glanced at her, seeing that her gaze was already on him. she reached for his hand, her impatience making her guide him up her thigh a bit more. rindou's eyes widened immediately when we wasn't met with any sort of fabric at all, but the immediate warmth of her sex.

"what the hell, n/n?" he questioned, not moving his hand, but the flustered expression on his face said enough. a shiver coursed through her body as he pressed his digits against her. "please don't question it." she sighed trying to keep her voice low.

"was this your plan this whole time?" he asked and she let out an embarassed groan and rindou felt some pity at that. they'd been bestfriend's since forever and despite his attitude, rindou would drop anything in a second if y/n ever asked. she always came first in every situation, and she knew that. "so you didn't wanna watch this movie afterall?"

she looked at him, nodding her head. "i did, but..." she trailed off. "but you're too focused on this, huh?" just then, his fingers used her slick to slip his middle digit into her sex. she bit down on her inner cheek and her legs tightened around his hand. "what got you all worked up?"

y/n remained silent, avoiding the question. this piqued rindou's interest, making him slide his digits in deeper. y/n let out a shaky breath, trying to not bring attention to themselves, but the more rindou pleasured her, the more she squirmed in her seat. "are you dodging the question, y/n? if you are, I'll stop."

"no, no. don't stop." she pled, looking at rindou with glazed eyes. "then tell me. i have a feeling i know what it is." he shifted himself in his seat. trying to ignore his current situation as well. he thanked the dark lightning in the theater that caused her to not see his growing erection. "i was just wondering how you would feel inside me." she managed to get out.

"it's not very nice to have those kinds of thoughts about your bestfriend, y/n."

"can't help-" she was cut off when his in and out motions quickened. y/n lifted her lips to lean back a bit to slouch in the seat. this newfound position allowed rindou to reach deeper, caressing that sensetive spot that would drive her insane. "you're not being as discreet as you probably should, n/n." a smile appeard on his lips.

"so hurry up." she managed to glare at him and rindou rolled his eyes, focusing back on the movie in front of them. his fingers held no mercy on y/n despite the occasional whimpers that she would try to hide in her palm, the fidgeting of her legs closing around him, and the way her hand gripped his wrist with all the strength in her body. "quicker you come, the quicker you can be quiet." he muttered, tone sounding unbothered.

"i couldn’t care less if anyone figured out what we were doing, but that's all you're worried about, huh, y/n?" he taunted. "too focused on them to come?"

he reached over to y/n, using his freehand to turn her head to him. "you have three minutes. if you can't come before then, I'm stopping."

"what the fuck, rindou?" she shot him a harsh glare and a smile barely made it way to his lips but it was filled with anything but purity. he was the biggest tease ever and y/n knew this but hated that fact that she put it past him especially in situations like these. "come on, n/n. your time is wasting."

he sped his fingers up and y/n held his wrist steady before she grinded down onto his digits. he caressed that pleasure-filled spot once again and she shut her eyes, trying to turn off the rest of her senses.

she heard rindou speaking, but it all sounded muffled to her. if she listened to him, it'll feel all too real and that would throw her in for a loop all over again. his digits felt just right and she thought that if she focused on them enough, she could reach her high in no time.

that was proven to be true when she noticed that he sped up his motions even more, helping her as she continued to ride them, not caring about the other eyes around her. "rindou." she muttered through a whisper. she heard him hum, but she couldn't trust herself to speak at the moment.

instead, she tightly held onto his wrist as she balanced on that familiar edge of pure bliss. "come, n/n." that was all ot took for her to tip over. she tightened her already shut eyes, hoping that she wasn't being too loud. her sounds of pleasure came out as a moan, but it was muffled by a hand that wasn't her own. she felt the cool touch of metal agaisnt her lip and she realized it was from a ring that rindou always wore on his right hand.

"two minutes?" he smiled, watching as she carefully opened her eyes, her chest heaving with a fast pace. "i'm never doing this with you again." she muttered, looking around for a gaze that met her own.

"of course not. that would be crossing the line, right?"

y/n didn’t miss the pure sarcasm in his tone and she hated how she only clenched around his fingers once more so no matter what she would say next, he knew what she felt deep down.

♤ likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

Taglist: @eclecticfirewitxh @nemoo888 @ririkavitanitraxova02 @beckxisxinxlovexwithxjin @yourefavsakura @karebear5118 @jays-adventure3 @flowerpjimin @thiisisntlovely @kawaiiisis @viviennevianna @slvttics @elmtree12 @ivydoesit23 @jellibean2018 @peehall @pestlaege @junabuggy @hyesworld @hime-honne @kuroaka @kimmi-iii @elssero @lxst-in-mxrdxrlxnd @littlemissfix-itfic @mythraendir @mapletress @todobrosky @amajikisbabygirl @sanriovin @daydreamteardrop @tsukishimasslut @tenwt @meowmeowmau @icyhottodo178 @lightaflaem @insaneclown0408 @raggedypansexual @riririntaro @gojosclassifiedslut @staygoldsquatchling02 @beckxisxinxlovexwithxjin @luvvmae @anastasiatheloveofyourlife @satoruyes

483 notes · View notes

nyapawr · 3 months ago

Text

your trying your best not to moan loudly as ran slowly thrusts into you, carefully not trying to get caught by your mum who is currently in the next room doing god knows what. He lets out a groan as he keeps pounding harshly

he leans next to your ear and chuckles quietly. "your such a good sister. Now, don't make any noise kay''sis?" tears slowly start rolling doen your face, too dumb to even respond due to how good he was fucking you. SMACK! ran slaps your ass, you accidentally let out a moan which causes him to stop.

Ran, being the asshole he is grabs a fistful of your hair and leans in. "what the fuck did I just say about you moaning, fucking dumb bitch." he scoffs as he harshly thrusts, without any warning.

"m'sorry!" you cry as he drills his big fat cock into you. He notices the little buldge that he has made which causes him to laugh. "stupid slut, look at your pussy. She's so needy for me." he mocks you.

what a good stepbro!ran is huh, making sure his sweet lil sis has a good time.

191 notes · View notes

wolfiesmoon · 1 year ago

Text

What a fate

Ran x good girl! reader

this is a part 2 to my fic "i can't sleep", dont worry i'm feeding ur families they will no longer starve. apparently people are really into ran considering how many notes that fic of mine got (and who can blame them honestly)

unrelated but i cant believe it took me this long to get into housewife radio by ghost i love the horror vibes because of course i do

You've had a turbulent few days recently. Ever since you agreed to do that stupid dare Ran hasn't left you alone.

He did promise to do so but you didn't think he was actually serious about "making you his". How could you let this happen?

Things turned out completely opposite to what you expected, though. Instead of dragging you to his gang meeting to beat the crap out of you, he's taking you there to threaten his lackeys that if they even so much as lay a finger on his girl (you), they'd feel hell on earth.

You suppose that it's nice that he wants to protect you but you feel extremely out of place and uncomfortable at a gang meeting of all places.

Your parents think you're studying at a library right now. Somehow, you feel like you're commiting a crime.

You also met his brother at that meeting.

It seems being a good-for-nothing delinquent runs in their family. You feel sorry for their parents. If they even have them.

"Wow, I would've never thought the nerd would be your type." Rindou teased Ran. Actually, maybe it was both of you he was teasing.

"She's the one that kissed me first." Ran smirked at you.

"You're the worst. Both of you." you furrowed your brows, not finding either of them amusing in the slightest.

"Your girlfriend hates you, man. Personally I would not put up with that." Rindou seemed disinterested, checking his nails as he said that.

"I am not his girlfriend, either!" you defended yourself but Ran just looked at you like he pitied you and Rindou looked like he didn't believe you.

"Right, okay, if you say so. You two have your lover's quarrel on your own. I'm going elsewhere." Rindou just casually left, leaving you all alone with Ran in an abandoned storage unit. Oh boy.

"Umm, I should get going- ack!" you felt your wrist getting grabbed, preventing you from leaving. There's your only exit up in smoke.

"Leaving so soon? But we haven't even had our fun yet." Ran smiled at you and you honestly felt scared at that moment. Oh no, you shouldn't have yelled back at him so daringly just now. Now he's going to beat the crap out of you and drop you off in front of your parents doorstep as a warning to never mess with his gang again.

He leaned in closer and you braced yourself for the pain, but instead of that you felt his lips on yours.

Kissing...?! Again?! Well, atleast it's better than a punch to the face... You can't believe it's come to a point where you're glad to get kissed by Ran.

But still, does he have to kiss you in the least romantic place possible? Even if you did have feelings for him you'd totally find this moment cringy.

"You suck at kissing." He comments heartily, pulling away.

"I'm not the one who kisses a new girl every day. Maybe I actually have some self-respect." You crossed your arms. He was your first kiss after all.

"Every night is an exaggeration. It's like, every week." You couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious, even if you saw his expression.

"Oh, wow. Glad to know that I'll get cheated on in about 3 days. Way to make your 'girlfriend' hate you less."

"I'll stop for you." He smiled.

"Uh huh, whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Though, his kisses are actually kind of making you.... No, no! Don't fall for that! You can't believe you almost admitted that you'd fall for him if he kissed you more.

"How's it going with your new boyfriend, girl?"

"God, do not call him that." You held your forehead in frustration.

"I think he's taken a liking to you." Your friend nudged you, pointing at Ran who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria and smiling at you as he ate.

"Great." You said sarcastically, immediately looking away when your eyes met.

"See? It ended up well. Now you have a hot bad boy boyfriend." Your friend kinda wished she'd done it instead of daring you.

"Didn't I just... ugh! I don't think my parents would agree with you." You placed your forehead on the table, groaning. "You date him if you want a bad boy so bad. But I hate you for dragging me into this." Your voice was slightly muffled.

"Yeah, we'll see. You'll be the happiest couple ever in like, two months."

You raised your head, looking back at Ran once again. You're in quite the pickle, aren't you? The next thing you know, you'll fall for Haitani Ran.

How scarily exciting.

"Hop on." Ran stopped on his bike in front of the library. How he knew you had a study session there today? Don't worry about the details.

Another motorcycle ride... You feel like you barely survived the last one.

"My parents expect me to be home in 10 minutes." You crossed your arms. You weren't lying, either.

"Who cares? Live a little." Ran rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly he isn't going to let you back down.

"I'll do it, but only if you keep it to ten minutes." He was right, backing down isn't your thing. You wonder how much resisting him you could get away with if you weren't special to him.

Special to him... huh.

"Killjoy." He insulted you lightly as you sat down in front of him. Again, neither of you are wearing a helmet. This is the last time you'll let it slide.

"I prefer to not get scolded endlessly." You held onto him tightly because you knew what was coming and didn't want to almost fall off the bike again. He felt proud when you held onto him like that.

Like you're finally his. To be honest, he didn't really care much for you until you kissed him out of nowhere like that. How bold of you, the top-of-the-class rule stickler. But he likes that. And that's why he decided to make you his.

Isn't the fact that he lets you ride on his motorcycle enough to see that?

You felt the wind blowing against your face as you set off. Now that you feel it again, it doesnt feel too bad. It's kind of nice, actually. And Ran is warm, too.

The scenery moves past the two of you and strangely, you feel really calm and at peace. It feels like your parents don't exist in this moment and that you can just... live, and feel the adrenaline of the high speed.

This is so scarily exciting.

"You look relaxed." He said, looking down at you.

"I am. And look at the road, will you?" You scolded him but your voice was still relaxed. You look up at him again.

He actually isn't that bad looking. You kind of understand why some girls would fall for him. You, on the other hand...

Are unfortunately befalling the same fate.

He didn't say anything but you had a feeling he knew you were staring.

"You look like you're in love."

"What?! How would you even know?!" You looked back at the road, hiding your face from him. You can't help but get defensive of such a thing.

God, you hate that he's right.

931 notes · View notes

izunx · 10 months ago

Note

HEY THANK YOU SM FOR DOING MY REQUEST!! can I request for part 2 please??? It's too cute!! Thank you!!

Tenjiku Rindou x introvert reader PART 2

he confesses his feelings !

no warnings.

{part 1} -> you don’t have to read part 1 but it’s just as good give it a read NOW

“hey rinnie” you stared up at rindou as you were sat on the swing with your ice cream.

“yep” rindou stood by the swings, leaning against the post in his Tenjiku uniform, hands in his pocket.

this wasn’t unusual for you and rindou. it’s been about 5 months now that you both would spend your free time in each others companies. he would walk you home and take you on small ‘dates’ despite your wish to stay at home.

and on those days you really did want to stay home, he’d accompany you. helping around the house even and entertaining your younger siblings.

“you think I can meet ran?”

…

“that’s a funny joke y/n”

“it wasn’t a joke, I wanna meet ran”

rindou rubbed his temple and just sighed.

“why do you want to meet a man child?”

“that’s not nice rin.”

he side eyed you but decided it was about time you guys probably .. bonded.

“alright alright, only because it’s you”

the next day, rindou was sat in the garage with ran who was grinning uncontrollably.

“remember what I told you ran.”

“hey hey relax there, what am I gonna do? bite her?”

“you never know with your animalistic tendencies”

ran flicked his brother’s head.

at that moment, y/n peeked into the garage. your hair was done neatly and you were in a sundress with a plastic bag full of desserts in your hand.

too scared to speak first, you stood there meekly with a frown on your face.

ran simply stared at your face, he’s seen your pictures and has heard about your character but he didn’t expect you to actually be this to anti-social but you were exceptionally beautiful.

rindou understood how you felt and came up to you immediately, rubbing your back in comfort.

“hey y/n, you alright?”

“yep.” you simply said, your head turned away from ran who was sat opposite you both.

“ran’d over there”

you knew this was your idea and you knew that morning took everything in you to even step out your house but you really didn’t expect it to be this overwhelming.

you walked towards ran putting the bag besides him and bowing your head politely.

“heyy, pretty thing”

rindou wasn’t slow to thwack his brother behind his head. aggressively mouthing the words ‘what did I say?’

ran awkwardly laugh and the silence that followed after was suffocating.

“I’m just gonna go get something for us to drink” ran grinned and left in a hurry.

you let out a sigh of relief,

“I think he got embarrassed”

“that’s unusual for him, he’s usually good talking to girls”

you got insecure about that.

“am I weird to him? does he not like me?”

rin’s eyes widened at this, he knew you weren’t that confident about yourself, it was the very reason you didn’t go out much in the first place.

“don’t be silly, you’re gorgeous you know” he mumbled the last part.

he could see your ears redden, but you didn’t say anything.

“hey, i’m being serious about that,”

you sat down on the bench and you were about to explode.

“you can’t say that when you’re here though,” you sighed out unbearably quiet.

“hahh? say that again” rindou unable to hear, sat down next to you leaning his head in to yours.

this didn’t help your reddening face.

“ugh shut up” you pushed his cheek away and continued to look down.

“hey hey what’s wrong with you? don’t be upset because of that man child, I knew it was a bad idea to introduce you to him”

you looked at him solemnly and leaned your head on his shoulder.

it was like you both were matching red faces.

“sorry about him, he probably just didn’t know what to do with himself in front of you, cos you’re sweet and all”

“you really think that?”

“yeah, trust me”

rindou thought on ran’s words from earlier.

ran was being extremely obnoxious, pestering rindou about you persistently.

“rinrin if you don’t confess to her soon, I swear I’ll swoop in and make sure you never ever get a chance ever again”

“it’s embarrassing”

“to tell a girl you like her? WIMP”

“i’m not like you.”

“what’s that meant to mean?”

“stinking womaniser”

“HEY”

should he really do it?

“hey rinnie, do you like anyone?”

‘well then.’ he could only think.

“do you?”

“hey I asked you first” you grumbled.

“well yeah I guess I do.”

it was silent for a moment -

“who?”

��

“rinnie I asked you who?”

“you” he sighed, “I like you.”

you lifted your head and just stared at him.

“are you breathing..”

you hugged him tight.

“is that an ‘I like you too’” he was quick to hold you the same.

“of course it is” you pushed his chest.

he stared into your face for a bit, and pecked your lips.

a subtle, short first kiss. but it was overcome with an incredible amount of fluster.

you guys were like highschool kids, experiencing first time romance.

you went back in for a longer, more desperate kiss. he held your head like you were a fragile doll. and likewise you held his face with a gentleness rindou couldn’t get elsewhere.

you lied your head on his shoulder again, in silence.

“i’ll make sure to ask you out more… romantically next time,”

“don’t sweat it lover boy.”

he flicked your head but laughed

“hey, what happened to ran?”

rindou’s phone buzzed at the moment and when he opened his phone, he was met with an extremely stupid text.

‘i just took the most diabolical shit rn not a joke, i’ll come back to u 2 in like 10 mins, don’t miss me too much ;)’

“yeah.. I think I know where” rindou could only look down in disgust and you giggled.

“at least he gave us two time,”

you flashed him a greedy smirk.

“it’s always you quiet girls..”

but rindou was quick to crash his lips onto yours.

sorry it took so long my lovelies but i have delivered. NOT PROOFREAD

#tokyo revengers x reader #anime x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #tokyo manji #fanfic #bonten x reader #tenjiku rindou #rindou haitani #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #tokrev rindou #rindou fluff #tokyo manji x reader #tokyo manji revengers #rindou x reader oneshot #rindou haitani oneshot #haitani brothers

544 notes · View notes

mqriuss · 4 months ago

Text

spiderman!rindou x reader

note: i imagined spiderman rindou would have a black suit with hints of purple so i described it as such here

rindou was fighting a bunch of random delinquents when he got bit by the radioactive spider, ran wasn't around so he was lowkey struggling on his own. the spider had descended onto his neck and tried to bite him, but he gets thrown by the gang's leader and the spider flies off of him. it crawled back to rindou while he's being punched into the ground—it got sent flying off again when rindou flipped him and his opponent over. some god out there was starting to question if spider-rindou is truly the fate of this universe.

rindou was locking his opponent's joints when he finally got bit. he felt a sting on his hand, and retracted it out of instinct. well, he tried to. he tried and he failed, his hand was stuck holding the guy's wrist.

"the hell are you doing?!"

"i don't have a clue either, dammit!"

the rest of the guys watched as rindou squirmed around weirdly with their leader. at some point, rindou successfully tore himself off of the guy but a different guy approached him, finding the chance to beat him up. rindou had noticed and he tried using his hand to shove him in the face, but it gets stuck... again.

the fight ended with the other delinquents trying to pull rindou off of everyone. they were no longer fighting and they all just wanted to get out of this sticky situation (pun very much intended).

rindou walked back home, stressed. his head was spinning and he stumbled into a wall to hold himself up for balance. he vividly remembered an old lady coming up to him, asking if he was alright. he had told her he was fine, and he realized he was stuck again when his hands wouldn't come off the wall. he's trying so hard to play it cool and shoo her away so she doesn't notice, but he found himself feeling oddly relaxed by the old lady's genuine concern. it was only then his hands came peeling off the wall.

he accidentally broke the bathroom door when he got home and ran was pissed but let's not talk about that.

rindou learned to live with his new abilities for a while. he tested his limits, standing on his ceiling, shooting webs, jumping from building to building, and lifting heavier weights. he first found out he could shoot webs when he tried (gently) waking ran up for lunch, only to be met with a pillow thrown at him. but when he instinctively tried to catch it, webs came out, pushing the pillow back against a wall. his face at the time was priceless, eyes wider than tennis balls, jaw on the floor as he slowly glances over at ran to make sure he's asleep before rushing over to remove the webs.

when he found out about the web shooting, he started getting a little concerned. so he walked back to the spot where the fight occured whilst trying to remember anything weird that happened. he finally put two and two together when he saw a dead spider lying near a trash can.

at times, he took advantage of this new strength and he had gotten better at controlling his powers. he was a lot stronger in fights now and he can take on way more people on his own, ran doesn't get a chance to lift a finger. rindou's senses are immaculate now, and no one could ever sneak up from behind him anymore.

rindou was sick when he became a hero. like, literally he was sick. his throat was sore, his nose was stuffed, and his voice was goners. he was walking to class with a hoodie over his head and a mask covering only the bottom half of his face, so you could clearly see the moment his eyes widened when he sensed danger around the corner.

he saw a little boy getting grabbed by some monster villain who would later become his nemesis, and he didn't have time to think at that moment. his body moved on its own when he saved the boy. another boy—who looked a bit older—came running up to them, "thank you for saving my brother, nii-san!"

'brother...' the kid's words echoed in his head for a moment. and wow, that monster is getting way too close to his apartment building.

fuck.

rindou found himself fighting said monster for a while until it got away and he was panting by the end of it, covered in bruises you wouldn't normally see on him after an ordinary fight. he went home that day, treating his own wounds quietly so he wouldn't wake up ran.

the next day, rindou pushes himself to come to class. he thought if he had to take the day off, it would seem suspicious. but he doesn't regret coming to class at all. how could he when he sees you, his campus crush, walking up to him?

"hey, the professor assigned a project to work in pairs," you said, but he was barely paying any attention, everything about you was so distracting. you're quite literally the reason why he's not paying attention in class. "i didn't get a partner so that left me with you."

rindou feels like he's on cloud 9—he finally has an excuse to give you his number, his address, and–

"hello? you good?"

you snapped him back to reality and he cleared his throat (his voice was still raspy and cracked when he tried to answer). "uhuh, group project. i– i heard you."

"are you okay? were you on sick leave yesterday?" you asked, noticing his voice was on the verge of abandoning him.

"yeah," his voice cracked again, much to his dismay—but seeing you smile and hearing a little laugh escape your lips made it worth it. he cleared his throat, scratching his neck. "i'm fine now though, really."

rindou turned out to be very easy to communicate with and you discussed the project for a good two days. "why only two days?" you may be wondering. well, you don't know either. but you were being ghosted, that's for sure.

you gave him time to respond to your texts for another two days, but the deadline was approaching. you had no choice but to make more progress on your own. at some point, rindou finally responded and he managed to get some work done, but in the end, you did most of it. naturally, you'd want to know why, but he never gave you any solid excuses. "sorry, i've been busy," or "i don't think i can meet up today, something came up," he'd say every. single. time. you even tried asking one of his friends in class if he knew what he was up to, but he was none the wiser. you didn't miss the way he whispered to one of his friends, something along the lines of, "he's about to fumble so bad" as you walked out.

also, there's this 'spider-man' case you keep hearing about on the news whenever your dad turns on the tv. weird.

but anyway, time passes and it was finally the day of the presentation. rindou never showed up. so you presented it yourself, and you decided that you've had enough.

the door to his bedroom window opens slowly, a leg pokes in first as he squeezes through the small entrance.

"fucking finally," rindou mutters under his breath, wincing as he tugs the black mask off his head—the deep purple web lines glow faintly in his dimmed room. he carefully pulls down the top half of his suit, quiet groans escape and his face contorts as the material pulls away from his wounds.

"yeah. fucking finally, huh?"

rindou freezes, and the lights of his bedroom switch on.

"AAH—!" you both yell in unison, but for completely different reasons.

rindou's reason is obvious enough. "what the hell are you doing in my room?!" he exclaims with his arms out.

and you? you barged in and made yourself at home here, so why were you shocked? for one, he didn't have a shirt on and he was so close to exposing his bare nether regions to you, but the wounds across his torso were horrifying. you were even more concerned about the latter now.

"spider-man, huh?" you remark as you helped treat his wounds. "so this is why you left me to do the presentation myself."

rindou's eyes widen. "fuck, i'm sorry—i completely forgot," he apologizes immediately, but is cut off by the sting of alcohol on his wounds. you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. you couldn't stay upset with him, especially knowing you would've probably died with other innocent civilians had he not done anything.

"who else knows?"

he hears you loud and clear, but he spaces out for a moment—liking the way your fingertips felt on his skin as you smoothen out the edges of the bandage on his shoulder. "just you," he said, his voice still raspy. "don't tell anyone. please."

"i'll be your close confidant." you smile, giving his shoulder a light pat. "wait here," you say before leaving his room.

you'd come back later with tea and medicine that you bought real quick from the convenience store, "for your throat."

"i wanna go again!"

"geez, you can stop screaming now—we're on the ground already."

ever since finding out rindou is spider-man, you'd always ask to go for a ride. not a bike ride, nope. you meant web-swinging around tokyo. you don't really ask anymore though, you sort of demand it. who needs to go to an amusement park when your friend can shoot webs and swing from building to building?

sometimes rindou is a little reluctant... for safety reasons. one time, as he held you in one arm, web-shooting and swinging with the other, you nearly crashed into a train. it felt like he was holding a dolphin instead with the way you were screaming. but he ends up indulging in your requests because it means he gets to feel you close as you hold on for dear life.

you've been trusting him a little too much though, and he gets a heart attack every single time. for god's sake, stop trying to balance yourself on the edge of the rooftop! and don't loosen your grip around him when he takes you out for a swing, what if he drops you?

he'd never drop you. you're so sure of it, but rindou still wonders why you have that much faith in him.

what you don't have is faith in him to ever show up early.

you're waiting on your balcony late at night, annoyed because he was supposed to come see you at 8pm. it's 10pm now.

rindou comes swinging in, standing on the railing beside you with a jacket he had hastily slipped on over his spider suit. you immediately start scolding him as he puts on the rest of his clothes.

"you're late again, haitani. do you even remember what time we agreed on?"

he still had his mask on, but you can sense a cheeky grin hidden beneath it—as if you had some sixth sense of your own. "sorry, i've been busy saving the city." he responds, his tone cocky.

"oh, classic excuse. you're always pulling the spider-man card on me!" you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. he leaps and lands on the railing in front of you, taking his mask off.

"it's not easy, y'know? i was really on my way here before eight, and then i got distracted by a side quest," rindou quips. "it had way more dialogue to go through than i was expecting, and there was no skip button either." he couldn't help chuckling at his own joke, and you continued your bickering while he paces back and forth on the railings. but eventually, rindou realizes you're not actually that mad at him—you're just worried.

rindou softens and sits down in front of you. the way he perches over the narrow railing, the flesh of his butt spilling slightly over the edge like he's about to fall—if not for his special abilities keeping him stuck to it.

"look, i'm sorry. i really am."

rindou looks a bit different today, and you're trying to figure out why. maybe he doesn't look as stoic or otherwise cocky as he usually does. but just as the thought crosses your mind, he pulls his mask back on for some reason.

"i never thought someone like me would gain such a huge responsibility one day. it was so... sudden." rindou? venting? this was new even to you. "i just thought i'd be stronger ever since that day, win more fights on my own. but now i just get this itch to save everyone no matter how boring or tiring the fight is. and you–" he pauses, his gaze lingering on you for a second. "you're the only one who knows, the only one i can be real with about this whole double life thing. i can't lose that—i can't lose you."

"and you won't." you respond quickly, grabbing his hand. "i know it probably feels like you're carrying this all by yourself, but you've got me, okay? i promise i'll always be here." you reassure him and rindou is sure his heartbeat is a lot louder than it normally is.

rindou could stare at you all day. whether he was in the middle of class, or right now, when you're standing in front of him with the same eyes he loves to get lost in—except this time, they look a lot softer. the earlier tension melts away and he almost misses the way your hand moved to push his mask off. when he notices what you were doing, his body reacted on its own. you flinch when he disappears from your peripheral vision, but you can hear a slight thud from above you.

"hey, what are you doing up there?" you call out to him, leaning over the balcony railing as you search for him on your rooftop. "don't tell me you're getting all flustered on me now!" you tease him but jolt away from the railing when he appears in front of you again, dangling upside down from a web.

"flustered? me?" rindou snickers and he laughs—the kind you would let out when you're mocking someone, but it turns sheepish really quickly before it dies down. he tugs his mask off, just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face (would it be the top half now since he's upside down?). "i guess you're the only one who has that effect on me."

you raise an eyebrow, pretending to mull over his words. "the only one, huh?" you lean closer, resting your hands against the railing just inches away from his face. "sounds like a lot of power to give to someone."

he shrugs—or does the upside-down equivalent of it. "yeah well, with great power comes great responsibility, so... don't screw it up," he says and the spider eye on his mask winks at you, prompting you to chuckle and roll your eyes.

"alright," your hand moves up to rest on his cheek, caressing softly with your thumb. "i won't screw it up," you whisper before finally closing the gap, pressing your lips against his.

rindou would eventually find out about the spider society and canon events, and he'd immediately think of you.

he sees the future through the experiences of other spider-people, and his heart stops. what do you mean he could lose his only family? and the love of his life?

rindou was already hesitant to tell ran, but he probably had his suspicions already. and he knows how much more worried ran would be when he finds out. you were the one person he could confide in about such things. but for once, he's afraid to share something with you, the one thing that could change everything.

could he really try to save you and his brother, and put other universes at risk? it's a question that's been plaguing his mind, it gnaws at him. what if he wasn't bitten by that spider? what if he never became spider-man? would you still find your way to him? would the webs of fate be kind enough to keep you by his side even if someone else in his universe became spider-man?

rindou finds himself standing on the wall next to your window in the middle of the night, like a child running to his parent's room after a nightmare. he slips inside quietly, but makes his presence known.

you were lying in bed, not asleep yet. you glance over and see him all suited up. scooting over, you make some space on your bed for him, "you just gonna stand there?"

rindou exhales a quiet sigh of relief upon hearing your voice, but his heart aches at the same time. wordlessly, he yanks his mask off and crashes on top of your figure on the bed. for a moment, you're taken aback, it's not like you've never cuddled before, but he was making you uneasy today. the way he buries his face into your neck—his lips pressing gently against your skin, his arms engulf you in his embrace entirely, and the kicker? you feel something wet on your neck.

"hey–" you try to pull away slightly, but his grip tightens, keeping you in place. "rin, is everything okay? did something happen?"

rindou doesn't need to lift his head from your neck to see your furrowed eyebrows and widened eyes, he could sense it. he'd be lying if he said he didn't like that worried look on your face—he loves knowing that you care, but he liked it better when you're smiling. right now though? it doesn't matter what expression you wear. you could be angry with him for no good reason and he'd still be happy to see you. because it has to be you. it's always you.

"i'll try harder to show up on time for our dates," he murmurs, his voice shaky and muffled against your skin. "we'll do whatever you wanna do, just don't leave me. i'll always protect you, i promise." his words puzzle you, but you sense that you shouldn't press him, at least not now.

"i know," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. "i'm not going anywhere, rindou."

his hold around you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer. you could almost suffocate from how hot it was getting, but you couldn't care less. tomorrow isn't promised. so you hold him too, you hold him tight.

the more i read it the more i cringe so im gonna post it before i change my mind 😂😂 also i was not expecting the slight angst near the end LMAO

#tokyo revengers #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #tokrev #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev fluff #tokrev x reader #rindou x reader #rindou haitani fluff #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers x reader

219 notes · View notes

yanyandam · 22 days ago

Note

Heyy!! 🩷 can i ask for a Tenjiku!Rindou in a secret relationship with Reader? she has connections with Toman (idk she’s related or close friend of someone like Mikey or Mitsuya). like a fluff or angst scenario, as you see this scenario better.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! Okay. This was supposed to be some angsty hcs and then BAM! It ended up as a longass oneshot. Stay with me now. I chose MITSUYAAA as the close friend

UNSERIOUS. - Tenjiku!Rindou x fem!Reader

Midnight had already passed, and yet, here you were, sitting on the cold, uncomfortable seat of the last tram of the night. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a dim light, while the city blurred past the window, a mosaic of neon signs slipping through the alleys. Tokyo never truly slept, but at this hour, it belonged to the restless souls.

And you? What the hell were you doing here?

Oh I see, a guy huh? A strange kind of delinquent, someone caught between respect and fear. That one name whispered in the darker corners of the city, known for both his sadistic streak and his undeniable talent as a DJ. A dangerous game.

You had met him barely two months ago. A simple encounter, at least on the surface. A warm summer night, a park in the middle of the city, you and your friends laughing under the streetlights. And him, leaning against a railing, watching the crowd with a lazy gaze, like a predator feigning boredom. He had noticed you. Said you were the prettiest one there. You had felt his stare before he even approached. He had charmed you effortlessly, not with sweet words, but with something else. Something unpredictable.

And just like that, everything had happened too fast. Too damn fast. Two months of stolen moments, of diving headfirst into something you no longer had control over. He had a way of pulling you into his world without warning, making you lose all reason without even trying. Proof? He had sent you a single message.

"Wanna meet up?"

And without thinking, without hesitating, you had grabbed your phone, your bag, and hopped onto this goddamn tram past midnight.

—

He was waiting for you.

Standing in front of the train station, leaning casually against a sleek black motorcycle, Rindou Haitani exuded effortless cool. His arms were crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed, but his sharp, intelligent eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched the arriving passengers step off the platform. He spotted you. You dashed towards him, your steps quick and eager, your heart hammering against your ribs with excitement. The moment your eyes locked onto his, a bright smile stretched across your lips. “Rindou!”

Without hesitation, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a warm, enthusiastic hug. His body stiffened slightly at the sudden affection. He wasn’t the type to openly reciprocate such gestures, not out of cruelty, but simply because it wasn’t in his nature. Still, he let you hold him, his hands staying at his sides, his only response being a small, amused exhale through his nose.

After a second, he pulled back slightly, tilting his head down to look at you, his lips curling into a tiny but sincere smile.

“So, my pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth, teasing.

Your eyes immediately drifted to the motorcycle parked beside him, its polished chrome gleaming under the soft glow of the setting sun. Your excitement bubbled over as you pointed at it. “Ohh, you have a motorcycle?! You never told me that!” Rindou let out a small chuckle, reaching up to adjust the round sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His fingers slid through his blonde-and-blue hair, pushing back a few strands that had fallen into his face.

“Tell me,” he said with a smirk, “what’s the first word in ‘BIKEr’?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Pfft, don’t act all intellectual with me.” Your gaze drifted downward, finally noticing the outfit he was wearing. The long coat, the crisp black fabric, the embroidered kanji on the sleeves, it screamed gang affiliation. Your brow furrowed slightly as you eyed it. “What’s with this weird uniform you’re wearing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rindou followed your gaze, glancing down at his attire as if he’d momentarily forgotten what he had on. Then, he shrugged. “What, you don’t like it?”

“No, no…” you hesitated, then offered him a small, genuine smile. “You actually look really good in it…”

Before you could finish your sentence, he cut in, a habit of his. Not out of rudeness, but because he had a way of controlling conversations, steering them in the direction he wanted. “It’s Tenjiku.” His tone was casual, but there was weight behind the words. “My gang. Make sure you remember that name, alright? If anyone ever gives you trouble–”

You didn’t even let him finish before jumping in excitedly. “I just tell them my boyfriend is in Tenjiku!” you said with a triumphant grin.

Rindou blinked, the amusement in his eyes growing as his smirk widened. “Your boyfriend, huh? So we’re already at that stage?” A playful laugh bubbled from your lips, and you tilted your head at him.

“Haha… I mean, not seriously. Not yet, anyway.” Before he could throw another teasing remark your way, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing a quick, feather-light kiss to his cheek. It was soft, barely there, but it was enough to make his breath hitch just for a second. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if debating whether to react, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. “Hop on,” he said, patting the seat of his motorcycle.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you swung your leg over, settling behind him. The leather seat was firm but comfortable, and the feeling of the powerful machine beneath you sent a small thrill through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his waist instinctively, pressing your body against his back. He stiffened slightly at first, still getting used to the physical closeness, but then he relaxed. With a low rumble, the engine came to life beneath you. The vibrations hummed against your legs as Rindou revved the throttle, his fingers expertly twisting the handle. The headlights cut through the early evening haze, illuminating the road ahead.

He glanced back over his shoulder, his voice carrying over the soft growl of the engine. “Hold on tight.” And with that, the motorcycle lurched forward, carrying the both of you into the fading light of the city.

The wind whipped past your face, tangling your hair and sending an exhilarating rush through your veins. The world around you blurred into streaks of neon signs, car headlights, and distant city sounds. You could feel the steady rise and fall of Rindou’s breathing beneath your hands as you clung to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his Tenjiku coat. There was something intoxicating about this.

Rindou was silent for most of the ride, focused on the road, but every now and then, he would glance at you through the side mirror, his lips twitching in amusement at how wide your eyes were, how your excitement was practically radiating off you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of weaving through streets and alleys, he pulled into an empty parking lot overlooking the city skyline. The motorcycle came to a smooth stop, and he let out a breath before cutting the engine. The sudden silence was almost deafening.

You hesitated for a moment before loosening your grip around his waist, your hands sliding away as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows against the handlebars. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared out at the horizon. You swung your leg over the bike, standing beside him as you took in the view.

“Wow…” you breathed, “this is amazing.” He hummed in agreement but didn’t turn to face you.After a moment, Rindou finally broke the quiet.

“You really meant it, huh?” he asked, his voice lower than before.

You turned to him, confused. “Meant what?”

He exhaled again, tapping the ash from his cigarette. “What you said earlier. About me being your boyfriend.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly, but you held his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you, as if trying to decipher something. Then, with a soft chuckle, he shook his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He smirked, flicking the cigarette away before turning fully to face you. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice softer this time. “I guess it was.”

The night air was cool, wrapping around you in a soft breeze as you and Rindou sat together by his motorcycle. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a warm glow over the horizon. It was quiet, until your phone buzzed in your pocket, breaking the stillness. You pulled it out without thinking, unlocking the screen to check the message.

Taka: "Hey, can you babysit the girls tomorrow? I’ll owe you one."

A small smile tugged at your lips. Rindou, who had been leaning back against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at the way your expression softened. “Who’s that?” he asked, his voice casual but laced with curiosity. You glanced up at him briefly before replying.

“Oh, just a friend. A really close one, actually. He asks me to babysit his little sisters sometimes.” Rindou’s gaze flickered with something unreadable. He exhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “Babysit?” he echoed, narrowing his eyes.

You nodded, thumbs flying over your screen as you typed back a quick response to confirm that you were available. “Yeah. He’s got two little sisters, and he’s always busy, so I help out whenever I can.”

Rindou’s expression remained neutral, but his posture shifted ever so slightly, tense. Something about this didn’t sit right with him. “What’s his name?” he asked, keeping his voice steady.

You didn’t hesitate. “Mitsuya. Mitsuya Takashi.”

Everything stopped. For a moment, you thought even the wind had died down. Rindou’s entire body went rigid, his relaxed stance disappearing in an instant. His fingers curled against his arms, his jaw tightening. Mitsuya. A division captain of Toman, the Tokyo Manji Gang. Tenjiku’s rival. One of the people Rindou was fully prepared to kill if it came down to it. And you were close to him? Babysat his sisters? Cared about him? There was no way. No way in hell he could be seen dating someone with those kinds of ties. If anyone in Tenjiku found out, it wouldn’t just be trouble, it would be a full-blown disaster. His position in the gang would be questioned, his loyalty doubted. Worse than that… if it ever came to a real fight between Tenjiku and Toman, and he was the one who had to take Mitsuya down, where would that leave you?

He exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm. He needed an excuse. Something to put distance between the two of you before this got messy. But he had to be careful. If he made it too obvious, you’d start asking questions. So, he kept his voice light, tilting his head at you with an exaggerated look of boredom.

“That’s annoying.”

You blinked at him, confused. “Huh? What is?”

He rolled his shoulders, looking away like he didn’t care much. “You hanging around some other guy all the time.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. It’s not like that. Mitsuya’s basically like a brother to me.” Wrong answer. That made it even worse. Rindou hummed, pretending to think it over. He needed to come up with something believable. “Still…” He frowned slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really like it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What, are you jealous?” you teased.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Not jealous. Just don’t like it.”

You tilted your head at him, sensing something deeper in his tone. “Why, though? You don’t even know him.” Yeah. That was the problem. He did know him. And if he ever had to, he wouldn’t hesitate to put Mitsuya in the ground. This wasn’t about jealousy, it was about danger. Rindou took a slow breath, schooling his expression into something unreadable before glancing back at you. “I dunno. Just feels off, y’know?” He shrugged, playing it cool. “Doesn’t sit right with me. You babysitting some dude’s sisters all the time.”

You frowned slightly, crossing your arms. “Well, tough. I’ve been helping Mitsuya for years, and I’m not about to stop just because you think it ‘feels off.’” A sharp flicker of irritation passed through Rindou’s eyes, but he didn’t let it show on his face. He needed to get you to back off from Mitsuya, without making it obvious why.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Whatever. Do what you want.” But his tone had changed. It was subtle but there was something different about the way he said it. Cold. Distant. Like he was already pulling away.

That was intentional.

Rindou knew exactly how to play this. He wasn’t going to tell you the real reason he suddenly had a problem with this. No, he was going to make you think you were the one ruining things. He started turning away slightly, like he was already losing interest. “Just don’t come crying to me when this guy starts getting in the way.” His voice was flat, dismissive. “I don’t do second place.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wait—what?”

He shrugged. “You heard me.”

You stared at him, trying to read him, trying to understand what just shifted between you two. A few minutes ago, he had been teasing you, smirking, flirting. But now? Now, it was like he was withdrawing. It wasn’t outright rejection, but it felt like one. Your chest tightened slightly. “Rindou, are you seriously upset about this?”

He sighed, tilting his head like you were just so much trouble. “Not upset. Just done talking about it.” And with that, he swung a leg over his motorcycle, gripping the handlebars like he was ready to leave. You knew what this was. This was him pushing you away. Making you feel like you had done something wrong. And the worst part? It was working. You clenched your fists. “I don’t get you.” He smirked at that, just a little, just enough to let you know he had won this round. “Yeah,” he said, revving the engine. “You wouldn’t.” And with that, he left you standing there in the dim glow of the city lights, the sound of his motorcycle fading into the distance.

You didn’t know the real reason for his sudden coldness. But he did. And it had everything to do with the fact that you were close to someone he was willing to kill.

The silence was unbearable. For two full days, you hadn’t heard a word from Rindou. Not a single call. No teasing texts. Nothing. At first, you told yourself it didn’t bother you. You weren’t going to be one of those people who stared at their phone, waiting for someone to reach out. But, as the hours stretched into a full day, and then another, you couldn’t ignore the small, nagging ache in your chest. Had you really messed things up?

You replayed the conversation over and over in your head, trying to pinpoint the exact moment things went south. Was it when you told him about Mitsuya? It made no sense. Rindou was the one acting weird, like he had a problem with something that shouldn’t even concern him. And yet, somehow, you were the one feeling guilty. Then, on the second night, just as you were about to give up and fall asleep, your phone screen lit up.

Rindou: "Hey. Sorry about the other day."

You stared at the message for a long moment, biting your lip. Then, another text popped up.

"I was being an asshole. Let me make it up to you."

And another.

"Tomorrow. Just you and me."

A part of you wanted to be stubborn, to make him wait, to punish him for pushing you away without an explanation. But another part of you, the bigger part, just missed him. And so, without overthinking it, you typed back:

"Fine. You owe me."

His reply came almost instantly.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

You couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was smirking.

The next evening, Rindou showed up outside your place, leaning against his motorcycle like nothing had ever happened. The golden glow of the setting sun caught in his hair, giving him an almost ethereal look. He was wearing his usual casual-but-effortlessly-cool outfit. But his expression was different this time. Softer. When you stepped outside, he looked up at you and exhaled a small breath, almost like he had been holding it in.

“Hey.”

You crossed your arms. “Took you long enough.”

He let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah. I deserved that.”

A pause. Then, “You still mad?”

You wanted to be. You really did. But seeing him again, seeing that tiny flicker of something in his eyes made it impossible to stay angry. So instead, you sighed dramatically. “I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Rindou grinned. “Fair enough. Get on.” And just like that, it was as if nothing had changed. You wrapped your arms around him as he took off, the familiar hum of the motorcycle vibrating beneath you. The wind tangled in your hair, and for the first time in two days, you felt something light again.

He took you to a quiet place on the outskirts of the city, a hidden little spot near a river, where the streetlights reflected off the water in long, golden streaks. You sat on a bench together, sharing a bag of snacks, AND BEER, from a nearby convenience store. It was simple. Comfortable. And then, out of nowhere, Rindou spoke.

“We gotta keep this quiet.”

You turned to him, frowning. “What?”

He exhaled, stretching his arms over the back of the bench. “Us.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “No one can know.”

Something in your chest tightened. “Why?” Rindou was silent for a moment, drumming his fingers against his knee. Then, he shrugged. “It’s just easier that way.” Easier? You stared at him, something cold creeping into your veins. “So what, you don’t want people knowing you’re with me?”

He groaned, tilting his head back. “It’s not like that.” You narrowed your eyes. “Then what is it like?” Rindou turned to you then, and for the first time since you’d known him, he looked… conflicted. Like there were a hundred things he wanted to say but couldn’t. Finally, he exhaled sharply. “Just trust me on this, alright?”

You frowned, searching his face for answers. But he wasn’t giving you any. “Fine,” you muttered. “Whatever.” For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, Rindou nudged your knee with his. “Hey.” You glanced at him, still sulking.

He smirked. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “Shut up.” And just like that, the tension melted away. For now.

The night had been perfect. But the moment you arrived back home, that perfect feeling vanished. Because Mitsuya was there.

Waiting. He stood in front of your house, arms crossed over his chest, a dark look shadowing his usually calm features. Your stomach dropped. Oh, no. Thank God I’m not you. Rindou pulled up on his bike, but the second he spotted Mitsuya, his body tensed. His fingers gripped the handlebars a little tighter. “Who the hell…” he muttered, trailing off.

You swallowed hard, quickly swinging off the motorcycle before things could get worse. “Mitsuya?” you called hesitantly. His gaze snapped to you, and his expression darkened.

“Inside. Now.”

Rindou scoffed behind you. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

Mitsuya ignored him completely. His sharp violet eyes stayed locked on you. “We need to talk.” Your heart pounded. You hesitated, glancing back at Rindou, but he was already slipping into that unreadable, cold version of himself, the one that masked every emotion. The tension in the air was suffocating. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Fine.” Rindou watched as you followed Mitsuya inside, but he didn’t leave. No, he stayed right where he was, sitting on his bike, jaw clenched, watching like a predator.

–

The second the door closed, Mitsuya turned to you, his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Your stomach twisted. “Tell you what’s not true?”

His jaw tightened. “That you’re messing around with Haitani.” You inhaled sharply. So, he knew. “Who told you?” you asked carefully. Mitsuya let out a bitter laugh. “Does it matter?” You opened your mouth, but he didn’t let you speak.

“Do you even know what kind of guy he is?” His voice was rising now, his usual composure slipping. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your heart pounded. “Mitsuya—”

“He’s a killer.”

The words hit you like a slap.

You froze. “What?”

Mitsuya’s eyes burned with something between fury and desperation. “You heard me. He’s not just some gang member, [Name]. He’s already killed someone. He went to juvie for it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Mitsuya took a step closer, his expression fierce. “And you think it’s a good idea to be involved with someone like that?” Anger surged through you.

“That’s none of your damn business, Mitsuya.”

His eyes widened slightly. “None of my—? [Name], I’m trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need protection!” you shot back. “And you don’t get to decide who I see!” Mitsuya stared at you, disbelief flashing across his face. You took a shaky breath. “I’m not a kid, Mitsuya. Stay out of it.”

The silence between you was deafening. Then, finally, Mitsuya exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re making a mistake.”

Maybe. But it was your mistake to make.

At first, it was just murmurs. A few stolen glances in the hallways, whispers barely loud enough to catch. People had started talking. You noticed it at school, on the streets, even in places where no one should have known. It spread like wildfire, the rumors about you and Rindou Haitani. And then, the whispers became glares. At first, it was just from the usual people, Toman members, friends of Mitsuya. People who cared about who you were seen with.

But then it got worse. It wasn't just judgment anymore. It was resentment. Hushed voices turned into loud warnings. Friends started avoiding you. Even strangers would throw you dirty looks if you so much as walked past them. It became impossible to ignore. You and Rindou had tried to keep things quiet, but nothing stayed a secret forever. And in a world like this, your relationship was a problem. And it was only a matter of time before things exploded.

You should have seen it coming. The tension between Toman and Tenjiku had been bubbling beneath the surface for months, but now? Now, it had boiled over. Gang fights weren’t unusual, it was just part of the world they lived in. But this? This was different. Because this time, it wasn’t just some random fight in an alleyway. This was planned. One by one, Toman’s division captains were attacked. Different locations. Different times. All in one night.

And one of them was Mitsuya.

The moment you got the call, your blood turned to ice. Mitsuya was in the hospital.

You didn’t hear the rest. You barely even remembered grabbing your phone, barely remembered breathing as you started calling Rindou over and over again.

Ring. No answer. Ring. Still nothing.

Rindou, pick up! Pick up. Ring. Oh?

The call connected. “What the fuck do you want?” His voice was sharp, annoyed. Like he already knew why you were calling. Your hands were shaking.

“Rindou,” you breathed. “Tell me it wasn’t you.” Silence. Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“...So what if it was?” It felt like the floor had vanished beneath you. You nearly dropped your phone.

“You—” Your voice caught in your throat. “You attacked him?”

“You really exploded my phone for this?”

Rage ignited in your chest. “Because it’s Mitsuya!”

“So?” Rindou snapped. “What do you want me to say, huh? That I feel bad?”

“You—” Your voice cracked. “You put him in the hospital!!”

“He’s not dead.”

“That’s not the fucking point, Rindou!”

“Then what is the point?” he snapped. “What do you want me to say? You’re acting like I had a choice, like I woke up and thought, ‘Oh, yeah, let’s go beat the shit out of Mitsuya for fun.’” Although that alternative scenario wasn’t impossible.

Something inside you shattered. “Was it because of me?” A heavy silence.

Then, Rindou let out a laugh. “Are you serious?”

Your stomach twisted. “Just—just tell me.”

“You really think the whole world fucking revolves around you?”

His voice was sharp. Angry. Your breath hitched. He never spoke to you like that.

“You think I did this because of you?” he continued, voice laced with irritation. “News flash, princess, this has nothing to do with you.” He wasn’t finished. “You think you’re that important? That I’d risk my gang, my life, over some girl? Get over yourself.”

Your heart clenched. “Then why was it you?” Your voice was smaller now. Weaker. Rindou sighed, annoyed. “I got assigned. That’s it. A fucking coincidence.”

A coincidence. Mitsuya’s blood, on his hands. Instead, your voice broke. “You’re a monster.” The line was quiet. He had hung up.

Rindou hadn’t stopped thinking about her. No matter how much he tried to shove it down, drown it in the chaos of gang wars and grudges, her voice still echoed in his head. The way she had sounded over the phone: hurt, betrayed, disgusted. And yet, the thing that stung the most? She had called. She had cared. Even after everything, after all the whispers and warnings, after knowing what he was, she had still called him first. But she had also called him a monster. And he couldn’t even fucking blame her. Because wasn’t he?

He had hurt someone she loved. He had stained his hands with blood, not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about her. And now, she hated him for it. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that was what needed to happen. Because if she hated him, then she wouldn’t be thinking about him anymore. She wouldn’t be looking for him. And she wouldn’t get caught in the middle of something that would end with him in a cell or a coffin. But still.

He missed her.

She should hate him. She wanted to.

After everything, after hearing him admit it so carelessly, after the way he had spoken to her, like she was nothing, like her feelings were nothing, she should have wanted nothing to do with him. But she didn’t. Instead, she found herself replaying that conversation, searching for something, anything, that would make it make sense. Rindou had never been cruel to her. Not like that. Sure, he could be an asshole. He was blunt, cocky, and sometimes reckless. But he had never spoken to her like he wanted to hurt her before.

And that’s what didn’t make sense. Because if he truly didn’t care, if she truly wasn’t important, then why had he even picked up her call in the first place? Why did his voice sound so hollow when he laughed? Why did it feel like he was lying? She wanted to believe there was an explanation. But maybe it didn’t matter anymore. Because no matter what she told herself, no matter how much she tried to justify it, Mitsuya was still in the hospital.

And Rindou was the reason why.

Two days before the war, Rindou finally reached out. A voicemail.

“Meet me. Now.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She hesitated, thumb hovering over her screen. A part of her told her to ignore him, to cut him off the same way he had cut her down the other night. But she knew herself better than that. She needed closure. So, against her better judgment, she went.

He was waiting for her in an alleyway, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His jaw was tense, his usual lazy smirk replaced with something sharper. Harsher. He barely looked at her when she approached.

“Wow,” she muttered. “No hello?”

He scoffed. “The fuck do you expect?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the one who told me to come.” Silence.

“I’m ending this.”

Her stomach twisted. “What?” Rindou exhaled, like this was exhausting for him. Like she was exhausting. “You and me. It’s done.” Her heart clenched. She had known it was coming. But hearing it still hurt.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because I don’t fucking want you anymore.”

She took a step back, like he had just hit her. Rindou saw it, the way her face crumbled for just a split second before she forced herself to glare at him. And it killed him. But it had to be this way. If she stayed, she’d get dragged down with him. He had already done enough damage to her life, to her heart. She deserved better. Someone who wouldn’t pull her into a bloodstained world. So he clenched his fists, forced himself to look her in the eye, and went for the final kill.

“You were just something to pass the time.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re lying.”

He smirked coldly. “Am I?”

For a moment, she just stared at him. Then, she turned around and walked away. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. And as soon as she disappeared down the street, Rindou finally let himself breathe. Finally let himself feel the ache in his chest, the way his hands shook, the way his vision blurred for a moment.

And he told himself again and again, It had to be this way.

–

Two days later, the war erupted between the two gangs. 10:00PM. It was bloody. Brutal. Young deaths. The morning after, she turned on the news.

And there it was.

BREAKING NEWS: TENJIKU MEMBERS ARRESTED AFTER VIOLENT GANG CONFLICT.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There he was.

Rindou Haitani. Handcuffed, being dragged into the back of a police car with his brother, his head slightly lowered, his blonde-and-blue hair a mess. But what shattered her wasn’t the sight of him arrested. It was the look in his eyes. Because for the first time, he looked tired. And for the first time, he didn’t look like a monster. He just looked like a boy. A boy who had made too many mistakes.

A boy who had lost.

#rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #ran haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou haitani x reader #rindou fluff #Rindou angst #mitsuya takashi

108 notes · View notes

evergone · 1 year ago

Text

Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Allusions to sex, drinking), references to underage drinking (I do not condone or promote these behaviours), angst to fluff

Description: Everyone knows that when Rindou and the reader break up, they always end up back together, but this time something feels off.

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

When people asked how long you’d been together, you’d argue for hours on end about which break-ups counted and which didn’t. You liked to say you’d been together five years — ignoring the break-ups that occurred in the middle. Rindou, on the other hand, was adamant that every little break-up counted.

Yes, that included the time you broke up with him because he wouldn’t let you buy two of the same dress just in case something happened to the first one. It included the time he broke up with you because you absolutely demolished him in Monopoly. It included the time you broke up with him because he didn’t come home for five days straight. It included the time he broke up with you because he didn’t want to see you get deep enough into his gang business that you couldn’t get out.

So, after five years of dating — or three weeks, by Rindou’s standards — it became relatively obvious to everyone including yourselves that no little issue could actually spell the end of your relationship. The two of you were invariably intertwined. Star-crossed. At any given point in time, the most important person to you was him, and to him was you. There was nothing, truly nothing, that you couldn’t overcome together.

Except this break-up was different.

You could taste it in the air. Bitter. Empty. Soulless. There was hatred there, between you and Rindou, and it seemed that star-crossed lovers were truly just a thing of fiction.

It started out as just a petty argument. You had pointed out an engagement ring at the local jewellery store that you thought was just the most gorgeous thing in the world. It was vintage, from the mid-nineteen-twenties, and it was perfectly your size. You suggested, only half-jokingly, that he buy it and keep it in his pocket for the right time. Afterall, you were twenty and neither of you were getting any younger. But for some reason, some stupid, stupid reason, he completely freaked out.

“I’m not ready for that, Y/n!” Rindou’s head whipped around so his cold, violet gaze bore holes right through you. “How am I even supposed to know you’re the right person for me?”

The very same eyes that had just sent a chill through your entire body then betrayed his composure. Like a mirror struck by bad luck, they shattered, softened, and tried to reason with you wordlessly.

“We’ve been together five years and you don’t know if you want to marry me one day?” You asked him, both furious and heart-broken.

“Three weeks,” he said. Muscle memory. That was always his response to the whole ‘five years’ accusation, it was supposed to be funny, but in the moment it reeked of this sense that he was sick of you — ashamed of you, even.

Rightfully, you stormed out of the store, but he was hot on your heel, pleading with you to just stop and listen to him. By the time you had your keys in the lock of the driver’s door to your car, he was practically on his knees. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean anything by it, you had to understand that he was just so caught off-guard!

“Caught off-guard?” You scoffed, “How could you be caught off-guard when we’ve been together this long?”

“We break up so often, Y/n, I just didn’t think…” He didn’t know what to say, or how to justify his reaction. Rindou knew that at some point in your lives the two of you would probably be married, but he hadn’t really thought too seriously about it.

You rolled your eyes, “Take your brother, and get out of my house.”

For the next month, Rindou and his brother, Ran, crashed at Madarame’s. Ran had been whining the entire time about how much of a downgrade their living situation was since Madarame’s apartment stunk of his horrible cologne, and none of them were as good at cooking as you. You’d received about a dozen phone calls a week from him, each one begging you to either forgive Rindou, or at the very least, drop a meal off for them.

“We aren’t friends anymore, Ran, Rindou has ruined everything. Don’t call me again,” you told him eventually.

Everyone was feeling the effects of the break-up. Gang violence in Roppongi was at an all-time-high because Rindou was beating so many people up just to expel as much of the anger as he could. In meetings with the rest of Rokuhara Tandai, he was hardly focused, and would walk out having no idea what had just been discussed.

Rindou’s friends had tried in vain to convince him that this break-up was just the same as all the others — that the two of you would be back together in no time — but even they weren’t sure it was true. The days were getting longer, they were being drawn out into an agonising picture of the proverbial end, four horsemen and all, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that you weren’t interested in getting back together with him. It had just been so long.

It was unsettling to Rindou when he saw you for the first time since the day he moved out of your house. You didn’t notice him as he took in the dark semicircles under your tired eyes, and the slight limp you were carrying yourself with, and he was glad you didn’t. He could tell you hated him — he could feel the hatred oozing out of your pores and spreading all across the grocery store you were shopping in. There was no chance of you ever getting back together. He had just fucked up way too badly.

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

You had sprained your ankle really badly when you kicked your couch violently only moments after throwing all Rindou and Ran’s things at them from your front porch. Daily living had become far too difficult to handle on your own. The shelves in your kitchen were always too high to reach, so Rindou would grab things from them for you, but with him gone you had to maneuver yourself onto the counter with your one good leg and pray to God that you wouldn’t fall. The doctor had told you not to drive for as long as it took to get full rotation back in your ankle, so you were having to walk everywhere. You’d been late to work almost every day.

Despite everything, it would’ve been at least helpful to have Rindou around. Whenever something like this would happen to you, he was always there. Once, when you broke up after he got put in juvie, and you were having a rough time adjusting, he sent some of his friends (goons) to help you cook, and clean, and stay on top of your homework. You sighed at how nice it would’ve been to have that kind of support.

Between the constant calls from Ran, you’d also spoken to Madarame and Kakucho on the matter. Madarame had called before he realised the severity of the break-up to ask when you’d be “having your boys home” because he was sick of not being able to bring girls back to his house. Kakucho, on the other hand, had shown up at your door in his Rokuhara Tandai uniform, disrespecting a rule you had put in place that they weren’t to bring their gang affiliations anywhere near your house.

“Walk with me,” he ordered, and ignored you as you started to preach about how he had no right to speak to you that way. Together, you walked silently through the city, your eyes stuck to the concrete rivers you navigated through.

“Where are we going?” You asked him eventually, bored of the awkwardness and of being told off by some kid.

“Whatever’s happened, you need to forgive him,” Kakucho said, “You know you’re going to anyway, so I really don’t understand what all this mess is about.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t apologised.” He frowned, so you continued, “Kakucho, he hasn’t so much as called me! I’m terrified that I overreacted, or that I didn’t try hard enough to resolve it… I - I really don’t know what to do. I think he hates me.”

When Kakucho didn’t say anything in return, you left him in the middle of Roppongi by himself, and went home to drown your sorrows in the beers still left in the fridge.

The alcohol relieved some of the pressure of the tense break-up, and that was more than a good enough reason for you to decide to get drunk every night for the next three days. Some of your friends from high school invited you out clubbing that Thursday, and you hadn’t the mind to refuse them. So, you got dressed up in your shortest black dress, and your best pair of heels (you had to redo your makeup after remembering they were a birthday gift from Rindou), and you skipped the line at a club owned by an acquaintance of Mocchi’s.

Inside, you were passed shots by every guy who managed to get within a one-metre radius of you. Nothing like that had happened to you in so long since it was just common knowledge through Roppongi that you more or less belonged to Rindou. You supposed that everyone knew that you were completely, definitely single for the first time in five years, and were taking the opportunity presented to them.

As you threw back another shot of fireball, cringing at the taste, your arm was grabbed by an all-too-familiar hand. Violet eyes made contact with yours, and a spark of electric panic — or perhaps it was passion — jolted through you until you took in the rest of the person’s appearance and realised it was not, in fact, Rindou, but Ran.

“Y/n!” He shouted over the ear-destroying-ly loud music, but you couldn’t tell whether you were actually hearing him or just reading his lips. He was grinning with delight. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to see Rindou?”

You bit your lip and frowned as you stretched your neck to search behind Ran, “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, duh, we always come here. I’m starting to worry that you won’t get back together at all, the rate this is going!” Ran chuckled, but you just stared at him, mortified, and stole the wallet from his pocket. “Wait — Hey!”

Turning back to the bar, you ordered another three shots with Ran’s card, and downed them all as fast as possible. By the time you were done, your eyes were beginning to water, and you could feel the last three, or four, or maybe it was eight shots starting to settle in.

“Oh… Princess… Come, let’s sit down somewhere,” he cooed and you tried to scrunch your nose at the nickname, but you were falling way too far and way too fast into the alcohol spiral to have full control of your facial muscles.

Ran carried your stumbling form to a circular booth on the side of the dance floor, and slid you through to the back, resting your head on someone’s shoulder to your right. He rubbed circles on your arm as a couple tears escaped the pool at the bottom of your eyes. Above you, you could vaguely hear the owner of the shoulder trying to quietly yell at Ran, so you pulled your head off of him to give him some space. As you did just that, you caught a glimpse of the shoulder-owner in question.

“Rindou?” You gasped, your voice so loud it was clear over the music.

A glance back at Ran who was sitting there with a shit-eating grin, then you were right back to looking at Rindou. His pupils were just as large as yours, and his eyes open so wide that his irises were just spots of violet in an ocean of white. His blue and blond hair was so gracefully framing his cheeks, neck, and collarbone that you thought you might faint just at the sight, and he was wearing an old Adidas tee that sat perfectly on his body.

“Y/n,” Rindou breathed. He reached a hand out towards you, and you let him stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t call,” you pouted, and your tears started to pour down over his fingers.

Rindou signalled that it was time for the other people in the booth to leave, and they did so with an ounce of hesitance. Boys were always more nosy than they were given credit for, especially the ones Rindou was friends with.

“I thought you hated me,” said Rindou in a sombre tone.

The only thing keeping your head from rolling backwards was his hand holding you up, and you were glad for it, as it gave you the visibility to squint at him. After the many, many, many times you had taken him back, how could he possibly think that one fight about a possible marriage would make you hate him? You were angry, sure, but only for a couple days. It had softened to sadness so quickly that you’d given yourself whiplash.

You reminded him of a half-dozen of the past break-ups. The time he threw you into a puddle of mud right before a school assembly, the time he joked about sleeping with one of your closest friends, the time he forgot to get you a birthday present, and all the others. He was prone to mistakes, but he always learnt from them. He was always trying so hard to do right by you. And you always took him back.

“I could never hate you, you’re the most important person in my life, Rindou.” His face lit up. “When you didn’t call me immediately, I thought I’d completely overreacted and pushed you away! I thought you hated me.”

For every break-up caused by Rindou, another had been caused by you, you were a dysfunctional couple like that, and both of you always resorted to the extremities rather than just sitting down and talking about your emotions. When you were twelve, you misplaced the study notes for the maths test he had the next week; when you were fifteen, you would flirt with adults outside of liquor stores to get them to buy you drinks; when you were seventeen, you stood him up on your anniversary. He broke up with you each time, and each time you always ended up back together.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I do want to marry you one day,” Rindou explained.

You slipped your hand under his, and shooed him away from your face, “You had a point, though.” He tilted his head in confusion. “We break up all the time. We’re not exactly stable enough to be thinking of marriage… In truth, I think we’re a bad couple. Toxic, even.”

“Don’t say that. We’ve been together five years!” He said with a mix of anger and light humour.

“We’re not even together right now, Rin,” you told him matter-of-factly, though your words had slurred together a little, taking much of the authority out of them.

“Take me back, then,” he suggested, but you shook your head and then gagged at the motion.

Rindou helped you up and out of the club, and the two of you sat on the side of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music beating through your bodies. The streets were busy with people, but it was so quiet in comparison to what the last few hours had been for you that you revelled in it like silence. While you vomited a couple times (you got a bit of it on one of your heels which prompted you to vomit once more), Rindou held your hair back.

Once you were finished, you leaned against him, and his hand wrapped around your waist to hold on to you so securely that you could tell he was scared it would be the last time he ever got the chance to do so. You looked up at the sky, but the lights of the city were so bright that there were no stars up there to guide you.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together?” You asked Rindou, “Like, do you think that, in another universe or timeline or whatever, we’d be together as well?”

He took a deep breath in, “All I know is that if I got the chance to live my life all over again, I would choose to do it all the same.”

“You love your life that much?” You smiled softly.

“I love you that much.”

In a predictable turn of events, you would find yourself waking up in your bed the next morning, Rindou by your side. Your house would be full of his and his brother’s things by day’s end, with a letter of gratitude placed in your mailbox by Madarame, and the very ring that had caused the whole mess sitting on your breakfast bar. You would ask your boyfriend to explain himself, and he’d shrug and reply that it was just a promise. He was going to put it somewhere safe, and one day, when the two of you had been break-up-free for a sufficient amount of time, you’d get the chance to wear it.

But in that moment outside the club, you didn’t much care to think how your morning would be. The breeze was cold, but you could taste the air, and it tasted like bliss.

1K notes · View notes

reallyromealone · 11 months ago

Note

omg rome request open omg the world is healing

Haitani brothers with a baby brother?

nothing specific i just like the baby reader/toddler reader fics

Title: naps

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: ran, Rindō

Fic type: fluff

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child male reader, big brother Haitani brothers

Notes:

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

(Name) Never had a worry in his life, note that his life was only eight months and he only really worried about where his brothers were.

"Raaaa!" (Name) Whined as ran comforted him, the boy just coming down from a tantrum "you need a nap" Ran teased the little one as Rindō set up his play pen, the babe was extra needy today so it was best to stay in his line or sight or they would have another tantrum.

(Name) Was always clingy to their big brothers, the men found him one day behind their building and just kept him, giving him the life of luxury and anything he could ever want or need.

And god the fact he only ever wanted them and food melted their hearts.

and cocomelon...

But they don't talk about that.

(Name) Was transferred to Rindō as the middle child Haitani hummed softly while ran went to go get their work computers, the men had to work on club stuff as (name) slowly relaxed, sucking on his pacifier that Rindō popped in his mouth "shh, yeah I know bud... But we're right here we aren't going anywhere" Rindō and Ran assumed his clingyness was due to him being abandoned but thankfully they always gave him the cuddles he needed.

They would give him anything.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #x male reader #child reader #child male reader #baby reader #baby male reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers

409 notes · View notes

ranoutofficssoiwritemyown · 1 year ago

Text

Rindou x Reader

wc: 1200

angst, fluff

not edited

Rindou loves you. You know he does, but he has this annoying habit of not listening to you sometimes. Especially when it comes to recommendations. You recommend him food? Yeah, he'll try it. spoiler alert: he forgets. what about a movie you watched the other day and liked so much that you told him to watch it immediately? "Yeah, when I have time I will" is his answer. However, he'll only watch it if someone else recommends it too not even remembering you mentioning anything about it. And then he has the nerve to tell you all about it while you listen to him unimpressed. Sometimes it makes you feel like your opinion matters very little to him but you've never told him this. Part of you doesn't want to seem like an insecure girlfriend while the other part thinks there is no deep meaning to this.

This war in your mind ended when you entered your bedroom after having a bad day and saw Rindou sitting on the bed leaning his back on the headboard and "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" in his hands. You remember telling him how you cried reading it. However, you're surprised he's reading what you recommended. sensing your presence Rindou removed his glasses and looked at you.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted" you sit beside him "Do you like it?" you ask indicating the book.

He shrugs

"I've only read 20 pages yet. But Kakucho said it's really good"

You roll your eyes. thinking that you should've seen this coming you mumble "Of course he did" which wasn't as quiet as you expected because Rindou turned to you with a confused hum. You just shake your head as in "nothing" and try to get up but Rindou grips your arm and makes you sit back down. You sigh not having enough energy to deal with this.

"What is it?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Should I be?"

He closed the book setting it aside as he turned to me with narrowed his eyes as if sensing the trap.

"I... don't know. What did I do?"

"It's nothing Rindou, let me go"

Your words had the opposite effect as his grip tightened.

"That's not my name" His voice got low

"Uh it actually is"

"Not for you. Did I fuck up that badly?"

Now that you think about it no he didn't. It's probably you who's overreacting and creating a problem over nothing. You sound ridiculous even to you and you hate yourself.

"It's really nothing. I've just had a bad day so... I just wanna sleep"

After a moment of hesitation, Rindou let you go, his eyes following as you got changed and got in bed turning your back to him. As you lay in bed your overthinking got worse. The fact that he doesn't know what he's doing affects you this badly means that he's not doing it on purpose. But that's even worse. Does that mean that he doesn't even value your opinion enough to think about how neglecting it would affect you? Maybe he thinks you don't care about it so he doesn't too. Or maybe he just forgets. This also means he doesn't care. Every version you think about leads to you thinking he doesn't care and that feels really shitty.

On the other hand, Rindou was watching you lying silently with your back to him and he knew then he definitely did something wrong. You get in bed and do not snuggle up to him planting your head in his neck? Yes, something is terribly wrong.

"C'mon love, tell me what's wrong" he snaked his arm around your waist, and turns out this is all it took for your tears to run free. You bite your lip to stop it from trembling feeling so stupid for crying over something so trivial.

"And don't you dare to say it's nothing bec- are you crying?"

Rindou could swear he heard his heart crash. He turned you around to face him. tucking your hair behind your ear he quickly wiped your tears.

"Hey, don't cry, i- I'm sorry okay? Whatever I did, I didn't mean it just don't cry"

Even though he thought, and has told you this plenty of times, that you looked pretty when you cried, he hated when you cried. Even more, when he was the reason behind those tears.

"Talk to me please?"

Looking anywhere but at him, you opened your mouth to speak.

"It's really stupid"

"So stupid that you're crying over it? I don't care, tell me."

You don't want to.

"It's just... sometimes you don't listen to me"

Rindou was confused. You sound so crazy to him right now. He doesn't listen to you? You have him wrapped around your finger. Your word is a fucking law to him and you have the nerve to say that he doesn't listen to you? He only listens to you.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything I suggest you just forget until someone else suggests the same thing. Like-" You sniffle between speech "Like this book. You're reading it because Kakucho told you, but I told you to read it weeks ago"

The more you talk the more you want to shut up. Dreading seeing Rindou's expression you focus on your hands.

"It feels like you don't care about my opinion. It's so stupid I know..."

"I don- What?" Rindou couldn't help but exclaim. His mind processing thousands of thoughts right now. You think he doesn't care? How long have you been feeling like this? And you didn't tell him? Is there anything else you're not telling him because it's so "stupid"? "Listen, love, I'm so sorry, I didn't know- Of course, I care, Who do you think I listen to if not you? Ran? Fucker used to think Julius Caeser was named after the salad."

That made you chuckle and it was like a rainbow after the storm for Rindou. A sound he never wants to stop hearing. smiling at you he continued.

"I do listen to you okay? I remember every little detail you tell me. Starting with the shows you watch to the drama going on at your work. By the way, Rika got what she deserved, she was being the bitch first."

"That's what I'm saying" You exclaim and Rindou was so happy he could see you smiling again.

"I don't want you to doubt your value in my life okay? You're the best thing ever happened to me and I'd be a dumbass if I didn't appreciate you. And don't ever try to hide things from me again. No matter how stupid you think it is. Nothing is stupid to me when it comes to you. So no more tears, alright?"

You nod scooting closer.

"alright"

Rindou wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

"By the way, I started reading this book because you suggested it. Kakuchou saw it in my car when I bought it and told me it was good"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Sleep now"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight, love"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

got the idea from modern family's one episode

might delete this one too later, not sure. just felt like sharing

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #haitani brothers #haitani x reader #tokyo revengers rindou

419 notes · View notes

skelliko · 10 months ago

Note

Hey skelli! could u write random hcs about rindou and ran as tn's best friends using school theme? If u can, of course nd thank u!

Rindou & Ran Haitani |-° being your best friend's

• being best friends with the Haitani brothers means no one will attempt to bother you. They're basically your protectors/ escape card in almost any situation involving another person

• encourages you to ditch class and roam around the hallways and other places that they had discovered on school grounds

• in some classes ran is forced to sit at the front of the class because of his poor eye sight, other times he has to peek over your desk to copy down what's on the board

• being best friends with the Haitians means constant trips to detention and constant complaints by the teachers cause of skipping detention.

- if something is done behind the teachers back and no one snitches, the teach immediately assumes that it's one of you three even despite trying your best to prove that it wasn't. half of the time y'all are framed

• the Haitians are actually pretty educated, majority of the times their calm in class and it's just that their gang fame and title that always makes them be perceived as a stereotypical 'delinquent that doesn't do well in school'

• rindou somehow always knows the drama that goes on between everyone, every week he always has something new to add on to the previous information that he had gotten or something completely different about a person that you wouldn't expect

• friendly banter but also be prepared to somehow get humiliated either way

• Rindou secretly keeps one earbud in his ear in lessons to listen to music. he has his wired earphones inside of his sleeve and his hand against his face where he then hides the earbud under his hand/hair

• notes will be thrown onto your desk in the middle of class, thinking that something would be written in it you'd open it but instead there's just a childish drawing of you that ran did whilst he was bored

• you have a crush on someone in school? don't worry cause you have ran and rindou to either help you with getting close to your crush or completely ruining it.

• despite ran being practically engaged to his bed and always sleeping- he still complains how tired he is in the mornings and trust, that guy is not a morning person so he gets pissed off at the loud annoying kids that are already running in the halls.

- ran is a fast paced guy whereas Rindou likes to take his time with romance, so asking ran for advice he'd probably tell you to immediately ask them out. but with Rindou he'd tell you to do something that's easier said than done "just talk to them"

- whereas for Rindou despite him being sleep deprived from his lack of sleep routine, he complains the least in the mornings and just goes along with the mornings. though the darkness under his eyes are certainly there under some bright light

• due to the Haitians being popular among the people, there's definitely some thirsty people for them. meaning you'd hear many different stories on how obsessive someone got, how they broke someone's heart, and how much privilege they get. sometimes you even get to read confession letter before they do.

- but cause of your connection to them, you'd be asked favours for other people in terms of "can you tell rindou/ran..." "does rindou/ran...?" "do you know if he...?" ect.

• they always got some sort of insult to say about the teacher, but it's okay cause no one likes them. their insults are pretty creative too, makes you not want to know what they'd say about you if y'all never got along

• ran sometimes purposely 'forgets' his money/food just to steal you's and rindou's lunches instead

• the threatening jokes about telling everyone an embarrassing story about either of you circles around you three on a weekly baisis

• you had a failed relationship? your ex will definitely wish they had done better. it may seem like a good thing but anyone inside of the school that knows your friendly relationship with the haitani brothers; it'll cause some people to avoid you and not in a good way, guess thats a downside.

• the best way to get rindou annoyed immediately would be if you get his glasses dirty by simply pressing your finger print against the lens. its better when he's not wearing them cause it's be easier to smudge them due to him having good reflexes when it comes to people getting too close to him

• little play fights here and there in the hallway that makes the three of you to dash it down the halls and get complaints from the teachers from how loud your echoed running is. it's not often, but when it happens it's hilarious and it usually starts off with some teasing.

• if you're not smart in a subject that they're smart in then be prepared to be teased whilst you copy down their answers of the work you didn't do, cause of their comments you gotta concentrate real hard and ignore their comments to copy the work down, but then one of them would playfully move their book/page across to irritate you

• their handwriting fluctuates a lot in school, sometimes you gotta ask what kind of curse are they trying to write down in their note book. but outside of school where they're not rushed or bored out of their mind- it's pretty neat

• sometimes fights break out between the Haitani brothers and some other delinquents trying to aim for the top, meaning your either pulled/pushed away from the scene or you manage to join in but that's only if it's in a large amount (2 Vs 20) but if it's a small amount (2 Vs 5) then itd be over within a minute and yall go back to doing whatever you were doing before

- it sometimes does ruin some plans that you guys have made causing some shared complaints and irritation

♡---

#tokyo revengers #rindou haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers haitani brothers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #rindou haitani fluff #ran haitani fluff #haitani brothers headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #rindou headcanons #ran headcanons

376 notes · View notes

leahrintarou · 6 months ago

Text

✩₊˚.⋆ SKY VIEW ! - ran haitani / 10.06 / kinktober

CW: mirror sex, insecure reader, female anatomy, fem reader, she/her used, petnames, teasing, fluff, he's infatuated with you

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: welcome to the fourth post of my 2024 kinktober series! i hope you all enjoy reading! ily all and leave a like or reblog to show support!.

after a long day, night had made it's appearance. y/n had just gotten out of the shower and due to majority of her closet being in the wash, she decided to ask her boyfriend for some clothes to borrow.

"you know you dont have to sleep with clothes on, sweetheart." he smiles, sneaking up behind her. "if i don’t wear anything, you’ll never stop staring. i'm saving you from yourself.” she rolled her eyes when ran gave her a questioning look.

she saw this expression in the full body mirror infront of them both. "when you stare, i think too hard about what's actually going on up here." she turns to face him, towel still wrapped around her body as she pushed at his forehead with her index finger.

ran caught her wrist gently, pulling her hand down but keeping it close to him as his smirk softened. "oh, is that what you think?" he teased, raising a brow. "that when i stare, i’m over here calculating your non-existent flaws or something?" he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "you’ve got me all wrong, sweetheart."

y/n rolled her eyes again, tugging her hand back playfully, but ran wasn’t letting go so easily. he stepped in front of her, gently pushing her back toward the mirror so she could see the two of them together. “look at yourself, sweetheart." he said, his voice a little more serious but still laced with that familiar teasing tone. "i stare because i can't help it. you look good, and i like what i see."

his hands slid down her arms, resting on her hips as he leaned in close. "besides," he added with a smirk, "if i’m thinking anything, it's probably how much trouble you’re gonna get me in just standing there looking like that." he tilted his head, letting the playful tone linger but with a reassuring warmth in his eyes. "so, quit worrying about what’s in my head, ‘cause it’s always you."

"what about me?" she said, putting emphasis on the word as she was still in denial. "i don't know. how about we give you a visual representation since my words don't seem to do you justice."

he gently guided her to the bed, laying her down on her back, her body sinking into the soft sheets. her eyes were drawn upward, catching her own reflection in the large mirror mounted on the ceiling, directly above them. ran’s voice broke the silence, low and teasing, “let’s put this mirror to use.”

he guided her to the bed, his touch soft but purposeful, laying her down gently as she sank into the sheets. the mirror above them reflected their forms, casting them in a soft glow, creating an almost dream-like atmosphere. ran’s voice broke through the quiet, teasing yet affectionate, “let’s put this mirror to use.”

as he slowly unwrapped the towel from her waist, his eyes never left hers. he moved with a mix of confidence and tenderness, his hands grazing her skin in a way that made her heart race. he leaned down, placing gentle kisses along her stomach, each touch sending a warm ripple through her body. she tensed slightly, a familiar self-consciousness creeping in, but ran’s hands held her steady, his lips trailing lower.

"you always overthink it," he said softly, his voice reassuring as he continued his slow, deliberate journey down her body. "you've got nothing to be insecure about."

his hands gripped her waist firmly but gently, grounding her as she started to shift beneath him. her breathing quickened, and despite the wave of emotions washing over her, she couldn't help but glance up at the mirror above. there, she saw the way he looked at her — not just with desire, but with admiration, as if she was something to be cherished.

“look,” he murmured, lifting his gaze for a moment and motioning towards the mirror. “look at yourself. you see what i see?”

she hesitated, feeling a flicker of doubt, but his voice was steady, grounding her. “i’m serious. you’re beautiful, and no matter how many times you try to convince yourself otherwise, i’m always gonna remind you, sweetheart.” his fingers traced light patterns on her skin, the warmth of his touch easing her nerves. "you're everything, n/n."

she swallowed hard, feeling both vulnerable and reassured under his gaze. “ran…”

he smiled softly at the sound of his name on her lips, his teasing tone softening. “you always doubt yourself when you have no reason to.” he placed another kiss, this time to her shoulder, slower, more deliberate. “you think too much about what i’m thinking when the truth is, i can’t stop looking at you because you’re perfect just like this.”

her body relaxed a little at his words, but her gaze remained fixed on their reflection, watching the way he touched her, how focused he was on making her feel wanted, appreciated. he was currently in nothing but his briefs and despite that, he couldn't help but grind down against her sex. the fabric brought her to feel more friction against her bud and she let out a small moan from the sensation.

his lips moved lower, continuing to pepper soft kisses along her skin, his movements unhurried. his hands settled on her hips, holding her in place with just enough pressure to let her know he was there, grounding her when the sensations started to feel overwhelming. she felt a mixture of emotions: vulnerability, excitement, but most of all, a sense of comfort in his presence.

“see?” his voice was a little more serious now, though still laced with his playful tone. “i know you feel what you do to me." his erection only grew with every sigle movemt of his hips ruting againt her. his breathing quickened and y/n looked up im the reflection as the muscles displayed on his back contorted with each movement. his elbows were planed by the sides of her head and she raised a hand up to wrap around his nape.

her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, absorbing his words, the weight of them easing the insecurities that often crept up in moments like these. when she opened them again, her gaze was drawn back to the mirror, despite her doubt, she couldn’t deny the pleasureful sensation that she was receiving from his obvious hard on. her slick dampened the fabric of his breifs, making it easier for ran to slide his length up and down her sex.

"you still worried about what's in my head?" he asked, raising his brow as he caught her eyes in the reflection. arousal of his own mixed with hers and the lewd sounds of pure lust began to fill the room. she shook her head, a whine escaping her when he sped up his movements.

he pulled back for a quick second, pulling down the waistband of his briefs. y/n wasn't looking at him as he was infront her her though, she wayched from above. she watched as she teased her, placing his length between her folds as their combined slick allowed him to slide himself back and forth, the tip of his erection givimg her bud a sense of stimulation that was bound the drive her over the edge in mere minutes.

"you see it now?" his voice was barely above a whisper, but the meaning behind his words was heavy. "there's nothing to be unsure of. not with me."

her chest rose and fell with deeper breaths, and her heart felt lighter, the insecurities that had once lingered now distant, drowned out by his steady reassurance and the way he made her feel cherished. she turned her head to the side and ran gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at the mirror. "look how your body reacts to me, sweetheart." he smiles, a teason tone laced in his words.

"that's it," he breathed, voice heavy with need. she let out a whine from his actions. he was doing everything bht giving her what she wanted, they smirk on his lips said it all. "you want me inside of you, sweetheart?"

she nodded hastily and he hummed in acknowledgment. "guess a body like yours won't be satisfied until you're full, huh pretty?" another whine followed and ran pulled himself away before entering her sex in one swift movement. she watched the ceiling as his length disappeared within her, her moan coming out in a shaky breath. "fuck." he cursed, throwing his head back as he glanced in the mirror to take in the sight.

it took everything in him to not come right then and there, but it took nothing but y/n tighting around him for him to near the edge of pure euphoria. his hand reached down to her bud, circular motions massaging against her bud in sync with his strokes. "feel good, pretty?" he questioned, leaning down to take her lips in between his own. "yeah." she moaned as he sped up his movements.

in a few hasty seconds, ran was able to bring y/n to her high, his moans amplifying in sync with hers. he sank his hips deeper, his arousal filling her sex as she toppled over her edge as well. a strained groan reverberated in his throat at the sensation. their highs were met and the aftermath of it could be seen when ran leaned up to pull his length out of her sex.

"was that enough or do you still need convincing?"

♤ likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

Taglist: @eclecticfirewitch @nemoo888 @ririkavitanitraxova02 @beckxisxinxlovexwithxjin @yourefavsakura @karebear5118 @jays-adventure3 @flowerpjimin @thiisisntlovely @kawaiiisis @viviennevianna @slvttics @elmtree12 @ivydoesit23 @jellibean2018 @peehall @pestlaege @junabuggy @hyesworld @hime-honne @kuroaka @kimmi-iii @elssero @lxst-in-mxrdxrlxnd @littlemissfix-itfic @mythraendir @mapletress @todobrosky @amajikisbabygirl @sanriovin @daydreamteardrop @tsukishimasslut @tenwt @meowmeowmau @icyhottodo178 @lightaflaem @insaneclown0408 @raggedypansexual @riririntaro @gojosclassifiedslut @staygoldsquatchling02 @beckxisxinxlovexwithxjin @luvvmae @anastasiatheloveofyourlife @satoruyes

408 notes · View notes