#ran haitani ff

[candyeager]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

— ran haitani x fem!reader

synopsis. in which you fall under the spell of Ran Haitani, where his charm wraps around you like a sweet whisper, but as the truth reveals itself, you see him for what he truly is—a liar with a pretty face.

warnings. mature themes ahead, explicit sexual content, drug use. tags. female reader insert, bonten au, heavy pining, angst, hurt no comfort.

wc. 5.1k words.

Loving Ran Haitani was far too easy. The kind of easy that made you question how quickly you fell for him, how dangerously seamless it felt, like slipping into a dream you knew you shouldn't be having.

The first time you met him, it was just another early morning at the café your grandmother had owned for as long as you could remember, where you spent your days tucked behind the counter. The place was still waking up, with only the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the quiet air. You were wiping down the counter, settling into the routine, when the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer.

You glanced up, and your world paused.

There he was.

His presence alone demanded attention, a stark contrast to the gentle stillness of the café. What struck you first was his hair—a striking blend of purple and black, cascading in deliberate waves that looked as if they'd been touched by a painter's hand. He wore a tailored suit, purplish-blue that clung to his broad shoulders and tapered at his waist, paired with a pink tie that perfectly matched the hues in his hair. His eyes—an unusual, captivating lavender—were half-lidded, their gaze indifferent, as though nothing in this world could possibly faze him.

It was the kind of effortless beauty that felt almost unreal, as if he'd walked out of a glossy magazine and into the quiet of your world. He moved like he owned the room, each step measured, one hand buried lazily in his pocket while the other held a sleek black briefcase. You were no stranger to attractive customers, but something about this man made your heart skip in a way you hadn't experienced before.

He stopped right in front of you, and suddenly you became acutely aware of how close he was. His height cast a shadow that swallowed the counter between you, and you felt small beneath the weight of his gaze. The air around him was magnetic, almost stifling, and for a fleeting second, you forgot what you were supposed to do.

His lavender eyes locked onto yours, more piercing up close, and you could feel yourself unraveling under his attention. You were staring, openly, and it must've been obvious because his lips curled into a knowing smirk—a small, lazy twitch that sent your heart into overdrive.

You swallowed, clearing your throat as heat crept up your neck. "Uh—what would you like to order, sir?"

He chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers through you, and the smirk never left his lips. "First time here. Any recommendations?" His voice held a playful lilt that invited a similar response.

You leaned forward slightly, dropping your voice as if you were about to share a secret. "I'd steer clear of the cold brew latte. We've had, uh... mixed reviews. Too bitter for most folks."

You glanced around quickly, making sure your grandmother wasn't within earshot. She prided herself on that cold brew and though you loved her dearly, you didn't have the heart to let her know it wasn't the hit she thought it was.

You saw his lavender eyes gleamed with amusement, as if your attempt to protect your grandmother's pride entertained him. He leaned on the counter too, closing the distance between you. "Is that so? Sounds like it's exactly what I'm looking for. I'll take that."

You blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off. "Are you sure? It's... really not what people expect."

"That's why I want to try it." His voice was smooth, his confidence unwavering, as if his choice was the most obvious thing in the world.

You nodded, a little unsure but intrigued nonetheless. You proceeded to make his drink with deliberate focus, aware of his lavender eyes never leaving you, watching your every move. It felt strange, like you were on display, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable—just more alert. When you handed him the cup, his fingers brushed yours briefly, sending a strange, electric current through your skin.

He took a small sip, then nodded, as though satisfied, and without another word, he turned and walked out. The door swung closed behind him, and you found yourself staring at the empty space where he had just been.

That's it? you thought. He's gone, and you'd probably never see him again—especially after tasting that bitter cold brew. But life had a strange way of surprising you.

The next day, he was back.

The bell chimed, and as you turned, there he was—purple and black hair catching the light, eyes scanning the room until they found yours. Your heart leaped in a way that both excited and unnerved you.

"I'll have the cold brew latte," he said, as casually as if he hadn't almost disappeared from your life forever yesterday.

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "You're still set on that drink?"

"I like it," he replied with a shrug, his smirk growing a fraction wider, like there was more he wasn't saying.

"Then you must really like bitter things," you teased lightly, but there was a question in your voice, a curiosity that was growing the more he showed up.

His lavender eyes twinkled as he leaned in a little, lowering his voice. "Depends on the kind of bitter."

His words lingered in the air between you, thick with a meaning you couldn't quite place, but it sent a flutter of warmth through your chest. There was something so deliberate in his presence, in the way he spoke and carried himself.

You didn't even know his name yet, but in your mind, you simply called him the "pretty face". It was easier that way—keeping some distance between yourself and this enigmatic man who seemed to be weaving his way into your quiet little world.

The next time he came in, your heart reacted before your mind did, a now-familiar jolt coursing through you the moment the door chimed. The pretty face was back. He moved through the café with that same effortless grace, his lavender eyes already seeking you out as if no one else in the room mattered.

And for some reason, it felt like maybe they didn't.

You didn't ask what he wanted anymore. You just started on his cold brew latte, trying to keep your hands steady while feeling his gaze on you. It was as though he found amusement in how easily you anticipated his order, how quickly you learned his routine.

When you slid the cup across the counter, he met you with that usual smirk—one that had begun to chip away at your resolve. "Cold brew latte, right?"

He nodded, lips curving into a familiar, lazy smile. "You're good at this," he said, his voice smooth, like he was talking about more than just your ability to make coffee.

"You're persistent," you quipped, trying to keep your voice light and teasing, even though his gaze was doing strange things to your pulse.

"Maybe I just like coming here."

There was a silence that stretched between you after that, thick with unspoken tension. You could feel the weight of his words, the way they hung in the air like a challenge, daring you to ask what he meant. But you didn't. You couldn't.

Instead, you swallowed, averting your eyes. "Well, if you're not here just for the coffee, I guess that's a good sign."

That's when something shifted. His eyes, which were usually laced with amusement, darkened, just for a moment. He leaned in slightly, voice dropping low enough that only you could hear. "Oh, it's definitely not just the coffee."

There it was again—that warmth spreading from your chest, up to your cheeks, faster than you could stop it. You glanced down, pretending to busy yourself with cleaning the counter, but your hands were shaking slightly.

What did he mean by that? Was he flirting with you? Or were you reading too much into it?

You tried to tell yourself he was just playing, that an attractive man like him wouldn't be interested in someone like you. He was too smooth, too composed, his world far too different from yours. He looked like the kind of man who had a story for every scar and a lie behind every smile.

The tattoo snaking up his neck only added to the mystery, a stark reminder that this man wasn't just another ordinary customer in your grandmother's café. No matter how curious you were, you knew better than to get involved with someone like him. But knowing better didn't stop your heart from fluttering every time he looked at you like that.

And he looked at you like that a lot.

Still, you couldn't help but wonder what his world was really like, what stories were tucked behind that calm, confident smile. You wanted to know why he kept coming back, day after day, ordering a drink that you knew most people found unbearable.

Maybe it was that same pull—the same strange, irresistible pull that had your heart racing in his presence, the one that left you wanting more even though you knew you shouldn't.

Because now, you weren't just making him coffee.

You were waiting for him to come back.

The club was a chaotic blend of neon lights and pulsing beats, the kind of place where you could lose yourself if you weren't careful. The music thrummed through your body, making your bones vibrate, and the alcohol had done its work. Your limbs felt light, your inhibitions loosened just enough to let you float through the night without a care. You leaned against the wall, scanning the dance floor through the blur of bodies, feeling distanced from the scene yet still tethered to it, your mind somewhere between reality and a tipsy daze.

Then you saw him.

The pretty face.

The man from the café, the one whose presence had lingered in your mind longer than you'd care to admit, even though it had only been a few days since you'd last seen him.

You couldn't tell if it was fate, or maybe just the alcohol playing tricks on you, but there he was, gliding effortlessly through the crowd. His tall frame moved like he was part of the music, his lavender eyes scanning the room until they found you.

And once they did, it was like the whole club faded away. The noise, the lights, the people—it all blurred into the background, leaving only him, walking toward you with that slow, deliberate stride. Your heart skipped a beat, though you weren't sure why. Maybe it was the way he seemed to fit perfectly into this scene, like he was made for the dark allure of places like this.

Or maybe it was the way his eyes never left yours, locking you in place before he even reached you.

When he finally stopped in front of you, that familiar smirk tugged at his lips—the one that had haunted your thoughts since the moment he first walked into the café.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he said, his voice smooth, cutting through the noise like it was meant just for you. The confidence in his tone made it sound like he wasn't surprised at all.

You blinked, trying to shake off the haze, though the alcohol didn't help. "Same. What are you doing here?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing close to your ear, the heat of his breath making your skin tingle. "Looking for a little fun. You?"

His proximity made your stomach twist, a subtle shiver running down your spine as his body radiated warmth. It was the kind of closeness that felt intentional, calculated. He was pulling you in, daring you to respond in kind.

"Just... hanging out," you managed, your voice barely steady. You hoped he didn't hear the tremble in it.

He chuckled softly, his breath skimming the sensitive skin of your neck. "Hanging out alone?"

His question caught you off guard, and you averted your gaze, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you felt under the weight of his attention.

"I came with friends. They're... around somewhere." You waved a hand vaguely, though you hadn't seen them for a while now.

You saw his smirk deepened, his lavender eyes glinting with amusement, but there was something darker there too—something that told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Looks like I'm your company now."

You should've pulled away, kept your distance. But instead, your pulse quickened, a thrill shooting through you that you couldn't shake. There was an undeniable magnetism about him, drawing you in, and you couldn't resist the urge to see where this would lead. Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding your judgment, or maybe it was simply him.

The night became a blur of sensation after that. You remembered the two of you drawing closer, your conversations a murmur beneath the pounding music, your body brushing against his more than once. His touch was subtle but deliberate—fingers grazing your waist, the back of your neck, sending sparks through your skin. You couldn't tell if it was intentional or if you were imagining it, but every glance, every brush of his hand made your heart race faster.

Before you knew it, you were outside, stumbling into a cab with him, your head spinning but not just from the alcohol anymore. His lips found the skin of your neck, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh as if he had all the time in the world. And even though you knew you should be thinking this through, all you could think about was how badly you wanted him to keep touching you.

By the time you reached your apartment, you were barely holding onto reason. His hands were on you the moment you closed the door behind you, his fingers gripping your hips as your back hit the wall. His lips crashed against yours, and you responded with equal intensity, fingers tangling in his hair, your body arching into him.

His kiss was urgent, almost hungry, yet beneath that roughness was a surprising gentleness. His hands moved over you with a mix of care and possession, and when he finally pushed you onto the bed, it felt like you were falling into something deeper than just a fleeting encounter.

His mouth trailed down your body, slow and deliberate, igniting every nerve until your thoughts were nothing but static. When he finally reached between your legs, your breath caught, the sensation almost too much, too perfect. His tongue moved with expert precision, each flick sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You grabbed at the sheets, your body trembling as he pushed you closer to the edge, until finally, you were lost in it, your world narrowing down to nothing but him.

The morning sunlight filtered through your bedroom curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. You stirred, feeling the warmth of a body next to yours, the weight of an arm draped across your waist. You thought you were still dreaming. But then you felt his breath on your neck, his hand lazily tracing circles on your back, and reality settled in.

His lavender eyes were open, watching you with a soft, lazy smile, the intensity of last night replaced by something gentler, something almost tender. His fingers continued their slow, soothing motions against your skin, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the comfort of it.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep.

You blinked, still groggy, your mind trying to catch up with what had happened. As the events of the night before came rushing back, you opened your mouth to say something—anything—but one glaring fact stopped you.

You didn't even know his name.

Heat flooded your cheeks in embarrassment. You'd spent the night tangled up with him, shared something intimate and raw, but somehow, you hadn't learned the most basic thing about him. Biting your lip, you hesitated. "So... I’m drawing a blank. What’s your name?"

His grin widened, a playful spark lighting his eyes. "It's Ran. Ran Haitani." He chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Don't you recall moaning it last night?"

Your face burned even hotter at that, and you buried it in the pillow with a groan. "Oh god..."

The pretty face—Ran—laughed softly, his hand rubbing your back in soothing circles. "Relax. I'm not judging."

You peeked up at him through the haze of your own embarrassment, your heart still thudding in your chest. "Is this... was this just a one-time thing?"

Ran's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly as if considering your question more seriously than you'd expected. Then, with that same infuriatingly smooth tone, he replied, "Is that what you want?"

You hesitated, your fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. "No... not really."

A grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," he said, without missing a beat.

Then he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "I was hoping you’d say that. Tonight, then."

True to his word, Ran returned that night, and kept coming back every night after that. Some nights he would arrive unannounced, his knock soft but purposeful, and the moment you opened the door, he'd pull you into him, his hands already sliding over your skin before the door even closed. His lips would capture yours in a hungry kiss, his body pressed hard against yours, as if he had been starving for you the entire day.

Other times, his presence was quieter. He'd crawl into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world, both of you cocooned in the unspoken connection that had grown between you. No words were needed—no labels or discussions about what this was. But there was an unspoken truth in the air, something more than just casual encounters.

Ran's touch had become familiar, yet each time it felt like a discovery. He knew your body better than anyone else ever had—every curve, every gasp, every way you trembled beneath him. His fingers were always precise, like he was mapping you out with every touch. His thrusts were hard, relentless, but never careless. He'd push you to the brink with a ruthless kind of attention, his focus sharp, knowing exactly how to unravel you. And when you thought you couldn't take any more, that you were completely undone, he would find a way to pull you into another wave, your body responding to him without hesitation.

But there were moments, between the raw intensity, when something shifted. There were nights when Ran would slow down, his movements more deliberate, his lips brushing over your skin with a gentleness that seemed to contradict the ferocity of his desire. His forehead would rest against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet between thrusts. And in those moments, something deeper passed between you, as if his body was speaking what his words wouldn't.

One night, after an especially heated round of sex, you found yourselves caught in one of those moments. His body was still pressed against yours, his hip movements slower now, deliberate, each thrust deep and intimate, as though he wanted to make you feel every inch of him.

The sweat glistened on his tattooed skin, your half-lidded eyes tracing the intricate patterns on the left side of his chest, his throat. In that moment, he seemed so different from the dangerous, mysterious man you'd first met.

The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, a confession that had been sitting heavy on your chest for too long.

"I love you..."

It was quiet, almost instinctive, but it hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of its meaning.

Ran froze, mid-thrust, his entire body tensing as if the words had struck him like a blow. His lavender eyes locked onto yours, wide with surprise, as though he hadn't expected you to say it—or maybe hadn't allowed himself to think about the possibility.

The seconds stretched out, your heart hammering in your chest, fear creeping up your spine. Maybe you'd ruined it, broken the fragile balance you'd been walking.

He swallowed hard, his breath shallow, voice rough as he managed to ask, "What?"

You bit your lip, a wave of uncertainty crashing over you. But you didn't back down. You couldn't.

"I love you," you repeated, quieter this time but with all the conviction in your heart. It wasn't just a slip of the tongue. You meant it.

For a moment, Ran just stared at you, his brows drawn together, as if he was processing what you'd said. But then, a flicker of darkness passed through his eyes, and before you could react, his hands gripped your thighs tighter, pushing your legs up higher and closer to your chest, and he drove himself deeper into you with a renewed intensity that took your breath away. His thrusts were rougher now, almost frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck.

"Fuck... say that again," he growled, his voice hoarse, filled with a kind of raw need you hadn't heard from him before.

The desperation in his voice sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you didn't hesitate. "I love you, Ran... I love you," you whispered, your voice breathless, trembling as you clung to him.

"Fuck," he cursed again, his pace becoming erratic as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You felt his body tremble above you, his fingers digging into your skin as if he needed to anchor himself.

"Love you too, baby," he moaned against your throat, his voice breaking as he pushed you both toward the edge.

Your heart stuttered at his words, at the vulnerability in them, even as pleasure overwhelmed you. His thrusts became more uncoordinated, more frantic, and you felt yourself hurtling toward the peak, your body responding to his with an intensity that left you breathless. You clung to him, nails raking down his back as you both reached your climax, the world narrowing down to the sensation of him inside you, his body trembling against yours as you came together.

When it was over, Ran collapsed onto you, his weight comforting, grounding. His head rested against your shoulder, his breath still coming in uneven gasps as his chest rose and fell against yours. He was still inside you, the warmth of him filling every inch of your body. You could feel his heart hammering against your own, both of you caught in the aftershocks of the moment.

As you lay there, the afterglow of passion still lingering, you saw something different in his eyes. It wasn't just lust, or satisfaction, or even that cocky smirk he so often wore. It was something softer, a vulnerability that surprised you. His lavender eyes searched yours, and for a fleeting moment, you saw it—love. Real and raw, something he didn't say often, maybe something he hadn't allowed himself to feel until now.

He loved you. He really loved you.

Or at least, that's what you wanted to believe.

Your relationship with Ran Haitani had always felt like a whirlwind—fast, intoxicating, and all-consuming. It was a heady rush, each night spent tangled in sheets, each day a stolen moment of passion. Ran never hesitated to claim your time, whether it was quiet afternoons spent wandering the city or chaotic nights in the throbbing heart of nightclubs. In those moments, when the bass pounded through the air and the sweat clung to your skin, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, and in those fleeting hours, nothing else mattered.

He had a way of making you feel like you were the center of his world, even though there were pieces of him you could never quite reach. His eyes, that lazy, predatory gaze, would linger on you in a way that sent shivers down your spine, yet there was always something lurking behind them—something he never allowed you to see. Whenever you asked about his life, his work, the parts of himself that stayed locked away, he'd brush off your concerns with that signature smirk.

"Oh, it’s nothing much. Just a bit of this and that. You know, nothing too serious.” Ran paused one day, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your face. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I’m always safe, always in control.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, I've got you to look after me, right?"

A small smile tugged at your lips as you tried to hide your concern. You knew better than to pry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Ran than what he was letting on.

Slowly, the cracks began to show. The nights together became fewer, the distance between you growing with each passing day. Weeks stretched into months, and his absence became a haunting presence in your life. You clung to every fleeting appearance, every time he showed up with flowers or an exhausted smile, desperate to believe that this was just temporary. That he would come back to you, like he always had.

But, one day, he simply stopped coming altogether.

Your calls went unanswered. Messages left on read. The silence was deafening, and each passing day felt like a slow descent into despair. You told yourself he was busy. That something had come up. But deep down, a gnawing fear had already taken root in your heart. Something was wrong, and you were helpless to stop it.

Then the doorbell rang.

Your heart leaped in your chest, hope surging through your veins. You practically stumbled to the door, expecting to see him standing there with that familiar, infuriating smirk. But when you opened the door, the sight that greeted you wasn't Ran. It was a group of police officers, their expressions stern, almost apologetic.

"Are you familiar with a man named Ran Haitani?" one of the officers asked, their voice flat, emotionless.

You froze. The blood drained from your face, your hands suddenly clammy. "Ran?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I... why? What happened? Is he alright?"

The officer's gaze hardened slightly. "We've received information that he may be hiding drugs here. We have a warrant to search the premises."

For a moment, you couldn't process the words. It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet, the world tilting violently. "Drugs?" you echoed, disbelief thick in your throat. "No, there must be some mistake. He—he wouldn't..."

"Ran Haitani is a member of Bonten, ma'am," the officer continued, voice clipped. "A criminal organization involved in drug trafficking and other illegal activities. He's been under surveillance for months."

Bonten. The word hit you like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from your lungs. You had heard the name before, in passing—whispers of a syndicate that controlled the city's underworld. A dangerous, ruthless group that no one dared to cross. But Ran... your Ran.... was part of that?

Numbness spread through your body as you watched the officers step inside, moving past you with cold efficiency. They didn't wait for permission. They didn't need it. For the next hour, you stood there, frozen in place, as they turned your apartment upside down. Every drawer, every cupboard, every corner of your life with him exposed to their cold, methodical search.

And then they found it.

Tucked away behind a pile of your clothes in the back of the closet—several small packets of drugs. The officer pulled them out, holding them up as if they were the final, irrefutable proof of your own naivety.

You stared at the stash, the air leaving your lungs in shallow gasps. It felt like a nightmare, like the world was shattering around you. How could you have been so blind? How had you not seen it? The man you had fallen so deeply for, the man with the charming smile and the pretty face, had been using you. Playing you.

The officer noticed your stunned silence, offering you a pitying look. "I'm sorry. But this isn't uncommon. People like him—people in his line of work—they use those closest to them as cover. It's easier to hide their tracks that way."

The words felt like daggers, twisting inside you. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you forced them back. "So... everything he said, everything we had—it was all a lie?"

The officer hesitated, as if unsure how to answer. In the end, he didn't. His silence spoke louder than words ever could.

They left, taking the drugs with them, leaving you alone in the echo of your now-empty apartment. The space felt colder, emptier, as if Ran's absence had finally filled the void it was always destined to leave. You sank to the floor, knees drawn to your chest, your body trembling as the weight of everything came crashing down on you.

The memories—of his laugh, his touch, the way he'd pull you close in the dead of night—now felt like sharp fragments cutting into your soul. You had fallen for him so completely, let him into every part of your life, and he had shattered you in return. How easily you had believed in him, in his lazy smiles and gentle touches, all the while he had been weaving a web of lies.

He was the liar with the pretty face. And you? You had been his willing victim, drawn in by the allure of his charm, too blinded by love to see the truth.

As you sat there, the tears finally broke free, silent and unrelenting. You wanted to scream, to rage, to tear apart the image of the man who had once made you feel like you were everything. But all that came was quiet sobs, muffled by the crushing weight of betrayal.

And even through the pain, a part of you still waited—still hoped—that one day, Ran would come back. That he would walk through that door with that same infuriating grin, lavender eyes gleaming as if none of this had ever happened. Because love, even when built on lies, is hard to kill.

But deep down, you knew. He wasn't coming back.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the cruelest lie of all.

< the end >

© CANDYEAGER. do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my works in any other platforms.

[jov1ii]

All For You ☆

☆the music is looking at you baby

part: one

Dear rindou,

I can't hide it anymore, i know this might just be another letter that you'll find in your locker but i just can't keep forcing myself into believing that i do not like you.

this may seem weird and sudden and you might not know who considering how popular you are but well, I'm writing this just to confess my feelings. I've always liked you, ever since i got my eyes on you. just know that you've got yourself a little supporter!! love.

introduction, part two

[direrose073]

Can anyone help me find this Bonten trio x reader ff?

The first chapter started (it started when they were in kanto manji gang) with reader at the club with their older sister and danced/flirted with Ran before her sister realized he was part of kanto manji gang the they were getting chase by Ran, rindou, sanzu and Hanma and the others

Reader was drunk and got them caught, ended up vomiting Sanzu's uniform and apparently her sister stole/bought drug from kanto manji gang and is due on money and reader's sister just wanted to steal her ID card or smth? And in the end reader had to work for the Haitani brothers as a dancer over at their club

I remember the writer is Canadian and there was quote saying 'the girl who brought the Bonten trio together' or something like that

[cedarswood]

If my business is aired out by Wednesday, on top of Sanzu laughing when the customers shit on me 🥸 I’m never coming back.

Working with them in retail.

Mitsuya, Haruchiyo, Muto, Ran, Manjiro, and Souya

❀Mitsuya❀

It’s easy for him to get the position of a manager because he’s patient, understanding, and overall good at his job. He’s fine with your questions and doesn’t mind you going to him for help. If you don’t ask him things, he’ll check on you every once in a while.

When customers are upset just send them his way. He’s able to keep his composure and can handle whatever they try to throw at him. Even if you did make a mistake he doesn’t let them treat you horribly. Things happen and you’re human.

❀Haruchiyo❀

He’s there to make money, not friends. He doesn’t go out of his way to be rude, but he makes it clear that he doesn’t want you interrupting his work. Don’t talk his ear off while he’s stocking because he’ll report you. Since he’s been there longer, punctual, and a great worker, you’ll be fired if he goes to them more than once. Try talking to him when he’s on break.

If you annoy him while he’s at work he doesn’t help you out when a customer is upset. He finds amusement in your tears and frustration. It doesn’t help that his laugh can be heard from the other aisle. If you’re respectful of his boundaries he’ll ask the customer what they’re trying to do and take it from there.

❀Muto❀

Due to his stocky build, and how his coworkers act around him, the customers assume he's the manager. Even if they’re upset they avoid escalating the problem because of his stern resting face. His boss offers him the role of a manager but he refuses to take it. Muto doesn't want all the responsibilities that come with it. He wants to clock in and out.

He isn't social at first, but he gradually gets used to having conversations with you. He isn't shy, he just didn't think he’d like any of his coworkers.

❀Ran❀

He wants the job, it's easy, and the pay is good compared to the stores around him. The customers are the only setback. As a cashier, it‘s impossible to avoid rude, entitled people and he isn't one to persevere and let them say anything they want. And the customers hate that. He turns off his light when they start getting an attitude and tells them to go to the next lane, but if he’s the only cashier, he’ll just refuse to check them out even after they apologize.

He can be chatty, but he can take a hint. If you aren’t in the mood for it he’ll stop, but that never happens because he is unintentionally a gossip boy. He isn’t afraid of his coworkers hearing him spread their secrets or embarrassing moments. After seeing others fail to shut him up, they just take it in stride.

❀Manjiro❀

He doesn’t talk to anyone. The only time he’s speaking is when a customer asks for help. They’re nice to him because he looks younger than his actual age, but sometimes he does encounter rude ones. Rather than kick them into their graves, he just walks away and gets back to stocking. They can find someone who cares.

Please don’t try to talk to him. He isn’t gonna budge and he’s not taking food from you since he doesn’t know you. After the umpteenth time, he’ll be brutally honest and say the thought of being friends with a coworker doesn’t excite him. He’ll mention how he finds it irritating when you refuse to accept that not everyone wants to be your friend. Your stories of home make playing in traffic seem fun.

❀Souya❀

He's on his phone if it's a slow day since it means he won't have a lot of customers to check out. He doesn't mind if you want to chat, he loves talking about current movies and giving you new things to watch. His favorite thing to do is debate on which character was the strongest or fucked up. It never ends up being a serious debate, it’s all fun and games.

After dealing with his brothers, there’s nothing any customer can say that hurts him. With all the back and forth through the years, he knows how to end the arguments. It’s entertaining and cool how he treats it like a game, he’s often caught with a little smile on his face after the altercations.

Since you’re his new friend, he isn’t gonna let them talk to you any kind of way. Even if it happens to be your manager. He doesn’t care for the saying, I can’t stand up for you unless you do it yourself. People get inspired and find their voice when they see that they have someone in their corner.

[itsruki]

MDNI

...IN CASE....I write the Bonten smut ff......IF I do it. I'd want to make it a series. one for each of our boys. besides mochi unless the mochi girlie's jump my throat.

if I'd write it, who should I start with?

[milkywaydrabbles]

can you do a part 2 on Ran's ff please :) how Ran and the reader start dating someone and always end up fighting with other people or things against the law and how one day Ran shows up at the reader's window saying she wanted to do something crazy and have a "love elopement" (I hope you understand, English is not my language)

A/N: nonnie you have made me so happy asking for a part 2 because I can't stop thinking about this man but I couldn't keep yelling into the air about him OMG. Here it is! I love him!

Part 1 of meeting Ran here! (Song that inspired it here)

“Happy anniversary, baby~”

The gang member sweetly kissed your cheek, holding onto your waist in your now shared bedroom. You sighed happily against him, turning to return his kiss fully. “Happy anniversary, babe.” You whispered against his mouth, hand playing with his purple locks of hair. The clock barely struck midnight when he turned over to look at you and tell you first thing about your anniversary. It’d already been a year since you two started dating, barely six months in before you moved into his much larger penthouse and barely eight months when he asked you to stop working and let him take care of you fully. Your entire relationship was based off ridiculous and seemingly insane decisions that could have blown up in your faces at any given moment. How it hasn’t yet, was a surprise to everyone else around you. 

You two though? You simply shrugged. It was meant to be.

Visions of the first night of meeting him flashed in your memory: meeting up with your sweet friend and her not-so-sweet boyfriend. (You liked him, really! But he was an absolute ass to everyone around him except her. You could respect it.) You weren’t expecting anyone else to be with the couple, even though you vaguely remember your friend talking about ‘meeting Rindou’s brother’--you didn’t really think anything of it. Instead you came face to face with Ran-someone who did deeply resemble Rindou, except a bit taller and much more your type. You tried to introduce yourself the way you always would, with a friendly enough smile (can’t let them think you’re soft) and a handshake. Except he flipped your entire world on its axis when he picked up your hand and felt lips on your palm, smirk playing on his lips and eyes filled with excitement as he introduced himself to you. It was hard to breathe around him, and for the rest of the night you found yourself always looking around to see if he was close (he always was--you were sure he knew you were looking for him.) You remember a stupid joke you made about putting a gun to a man’s head if he ever cheated on you, and he fucking sprinted with it: grasping at your throat and asking if he could do the same thing to you if you ever cheated on him. As if you two were already together. 

The rest was history after that night.

You reminisced on all the times you stayed out way too late on a work night with him, drinking and laughing, feeling his body on yours. You thought of the times you both got in trouble at different bars and clubs, you ready to jump at any girl that had the fucking audacity to flirt with him in front of you. You tried, really you did, to give them a chance and back off. Ran would only ever laugh, turning his head to you with mirthful eyes, as if challenging you to back down. But when you saw them paw at his chest you couldn’t just stand around. You weren’t jealous, you trusted him with your life (probably shouldn’t so early on, but you digress) however you were possessive. 

And Haitani Ran was yours. 

You remember the feeling of being on the back of his bike for the first time, wind blowing in your face and how the excitement had you squealing, holding onto him tight and pressing yourself closer to his back. You remember how he went faster after you held on tighter, and you couldn’t find it in you to care. You remember letting him fuck you on his bike after the ride, covering your mouth with a gloved hand and him whispering to ‘keep it down, the neighbors will hear baby’. You thought of how good he felt inside you for the first time, feeling like his cock was made to be inside you--how he molded your pussy to be his and only his. You ruined each other for other people, no one else could ever compare now. 

You remember how he told you he loved you after month three. How he had you up against his bedroom walls, fucking up into you with vigor and licking at your mouth. How he held you so tightly as he came, carrying you to his bed and keeping you close to his body. You remember how he whispered ‘I love you’ when he thought you were asleep, nuzzling into your hair. 

You told him you heard in the morning during breakfast. You said it back.

You remember when he told you what he did for the first time. You thought he was joking, rolling your eyes and pushing him away. You remember how he didn’t joke with you, not smiling in your direction when you laughed. You remember how he fidgeted in his seat, scared to death that you’d freak out, that you’d leave him after finding out. You grabbed his hands, brows furrowing, saying ‘if you’re fucking with me I’ll fuck you up, Ran. Are you serious?’ You remember how he nodded, grip on you tightening. Asking you if you would come with him, to meet his boss, meet Mikey, how you had to if you wanted to be with him. Initiation of some sort, he said. ‘Rin’s girl did it.’ your memory replayed, ‘She had to. To be with him. Do you...want to be with me?’ 

You met Mikey the day after, and luckily survived with no more than hyperventilating in Ran’s car afterwards.

You remember the day he asked you to move in with him. All your stuff was practically there anyways. You started to look for a new apartment, your lease up soon. You wanted to move closer to him, even if just a little bit--the area he lived in was way too rich for you. But if you were in the neighborhood over, that’d work just fine too. He rolled his eyes at you, closing your laptop when you were looking at places, and offhandedly stated ‘it doesn’t make sense for you to keep paying for another place. I own mine, remember? Just move in with me.’ It was stupid suggestion, you knew that, just six months into the relationship. But you couldn’t think of a reason not to (you’d have no place to stay if you two broke up, you’d have to move right away, you’d have the stress of finding a new place--endless possibilities, really.) 

So you packed your essentials (and trinkets) and sold the rest.

You remember how good those two months were, but how you hated that your work schedule got in the way so much. Stupid, demanding job, taking you away from the blissful mornings you had with him. There were days you’d only see each other early morning when you got ready for work and late at night when Ran came back from a hit job. You remember how frustrated he got whenever you got up, trying so hard not to show it but it was hard not to when he was so cranky in the mornings. ‘This is fucking stupid’, he grumbled, pulling you back into his arms. ‘You don’t need to work baby. I can take care of you. Quit your job.’ You actually cackled at that, pushing him off and getting ready as normal. That was stupid, and you knew that was a bad idea. But when you turned to kiss him before you left your heart nearly broke. He stood there so sad, holding your face so gently, a faint blush creeping up from his exposed chest. ‘I’m serious, princess...let me take care of you. Really.’ He whispered, unable to look you in the eyes. 

You quit your job that day.

He brought you back from your memories with sweet kisses across your face, pulling you into his lap as he sat up on his mattress. “What do you feel like doin’ for our special day, baby? Anything you want.” He’d always give you anything you wanted, no matter what you asked. You hummed, massaging his shoulders and you made yourself comfortable straddling his thighs. “Dunno, something crazy maybe.” You said mostly offhandedly, but when you saw him cheshire grin you knew he already had something planned. 

“Crazy huh...marry me, then.”

You blinked, stopping your movements while you just...stared at him. “Ran...what?” He shrugged, rubbing your thighs with a smirk. “Marry me. You said you wanted something crazy. That matches us, right?” You couldn’t believe your ears. This was actually the mostly insane thing he could have asked. Not the moving in, not the quitting your job, marriage after a year? There was no way he was being serious right?

...Right?

So you played it off.

“You know I’m not saying yes to a proposal without my dream ring, Ran.” You teased, though your heart was in your throat as you spoke. Trying to keep it lighthearted. If you really thought about it, you knew it was a stupid idea. But you loved him. And he loved you, you were good for each other. Making stupid, irrational decisions together for the rest of your lives, you’d thought about it already. It worked for you two. You were meant to be. And you figured out quick that you were right all along, because suddenly Ran was poking his hand into his nightstand, pulling out a little box that had your stomach dropping. Your breathing hitched, not saying a word as he opened it up, and showed you the exact ring you’d shown him time and time again. The one you swore up and down was your dream, the one you wish you’d have when you got engaged. You didn’t think he was ever really paying attention. You didn’t bring it up that much, but whenever you saw it you couldn’t help but sigh. 

And it was there, in your face, with Haitani Ran waiting patiently for an answer.

“What about now?”

You didn’t realize you started crying until his hand came up to thumb away the tears with a laugh. “You haven’t even answered yet!” 

You grabbed at his face and pushed your lips against his, pouring in all your love and affection to this absolute madman into the kiss. He left you breathless, and when you pulled away you could only sniffle and nod.

“Let’s get married then.”

“Crazy enough for you, baby doll?”

You nodded. “It suits us.”

[yourefavsakura]

Tokyo revengers - What if...

Haitani Rans sleeping habits

Let's talk about Rans sleeping habits and what their reasons could be. So I made this theory a few months ago when writing a ff and came to a point were I thought about Rans sleep. So what if, he isn't just lazy, but it's actually hard for him to care for himself? Maybe he doesn't have the strength in himself to get up some days and maybe it's hard for him to clean himself or his room. He always cares for Rindou because they don't have anyone else who would do it for them and so Ran spends his everything caring for Rindou and doesn't have anything else left for himself. Maybe he fell to deep into a deep place were he doesn't feel like himself but knows he can't let Rindou down and still stays strong for him but secretly thinks there's no worth to himself - None other than to help Rindou get through everything he needs and help him with growing up. Ran puts himself to the back of the line when it comes to others and forgets to care about himself but knows exactly how to hide this feeling of insecurity. And maybe Rindou knows but doesn't want to really realize in which state his brother is in because he know he can't help even if he wants to. He feels helpless with it but it's his brother after all... Maybe its this, no strength to clean, not himself or his room and not to eat because it takes to much to cook. Deep depression consuming him and his life but Ran knowing how to cope with it

Or he's just a lazy guy and I like dramatizing lol

[rozcdust]

it’s me again, i’d die to see some ff about haitanis sister falling for one of tenjiku’s boys and ran&rin just being overprotective

PLEASE RAN AND RIN WOULD LOSE THEIR SHIT- 💀💀

IT’D BE SO FUNNY IF THEIR LIKE 16 YO SISTER FELL FOR HANMA THEY’D BE SO FUCKING MAD 💀💀💀💀

[softshuji]

2:27 AM | HAITANI RAN

Ran’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his breath is mist in the cold expanse of his car. He inhales once, squeezes the steering wheel so hard he’s almost convinced he could break it. He switches on the heating,flicks open the packet of cigarettes and puts one between his lips, watching the smoke curl and puff. He’d have thought that spending the better part of an hour beating a man till his brains could be seen would have done something to ease the tight coil of tension and stiffness in his stomach but apparently not. 

His fingers still feel fatigued, still feel as if there are sparks just below the skin of his scarred hands. 

He hadn’t left under the best of circumstances, hadn’t even looked back as he slammed the door on you. You had watched, tears in your eyes as he drove off, his brow pinched, mouth turned down, lip caught between his teeth as he held back all the things he could have said.

He’s still thinking about it now. Still thinking about the look on your face when he shrugged on his jacket and walked out, the keys on the hook shaking as he slammed the front door. You had watched the white paint, watched the door handle stay unmoving, and waited with bated breath, for him to return, say sorry, to take it back. And minutes had passed, the drone of the engine had disappeared and still you waited, would have continued to wait had it not been for the ring of your mobile.

Ran sighs, picks up his phone, half expecting to see a barrage of missed calls from you, and then deflates when he sees nothing but the lockscreen clear of any notifications.He doesn’t know that on your side, you’re doing the same thing, sniffling and checking your phone periodically for any sign that he might have reached out to you.

Ran’s finger hovers over your name. He dials, listens for the ring, his heart hammering in his chest. More nerve wracking than killing a man, he thinks.

You see his name flash on the screen, and you let it ring twice before picking it up, perhaps out of spite, perhaps because you don’t want to make it seem like you were waiting for him, watching the clock tick away. A punishment in itself for the both of you of sorts. 

You wipe your nose on a sodden tissue left on your nightstand, rolling over on your shared bed that smells so horribly like him.  Your heartbeat quickens when you press the phone to your ear.

‘Princess?’ he says, and the air whooshes out of you. There is no playful lilt, no teasing, no sarcasm in it. It is worried and hushed and hoarse, and you can tell by the roughness of it that he’s smoked a few cigarettes before making the call.

Your lip wobbles, and you don’t entirely trust your voice not to betray you right now, so you clear your throat. But even still, that lump right there persists and when you exhale, it comes out shaky.

‘Ran…’ You don’t mean for it to sound so desperate, for your breathy whisper to feed down the line. And perhaps it’s because your heart has been aching since he slammed that door, and you saw the vein in his forehead pulse with anger, but a half-hearted sob pulls its way out of you and drips down the line.

A spike of anxiety shoots its way through him, and he can tell you’ve been crying to yourself over the last few hours. The guilt worms its way into his stomach like a parasite. 

‘Princess …’ he says again, his tongue heavy, sticking to the roof of his mouth. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

The tears are free-flowing and fast and you hiccup into the receiver. It’s been hours, you know that. You know that the jagged edges of your pain have softened into smoother tendrils of heartbreak. You also know that you forgave him the minute you saw his name pop up on your screen. Still, you want to make him work for that forgiveness, you want him to know, to at least feel a fraction of the sharp pain he caused you.

‘Ran I-’ You’re not sure what to say to him to get this feeling across, this strange sensation of both yearning and anger. And you are angry with him, for walking out on you, for not explaining, for the way he reacted to such a simple request. 

Can you take some time off so we can spend a weekend together?

Yet you know that even still, you’ve forgiven him so quickly, and perhaps that’s a testament to what you feel for him. You are irrevocably in love and you know that life is so short and fleeting and that that love is the most sacred gift you could ever share with each other.

‘I know baby,’ he says, and though you can’t see it, he’s hoping that him pressing his forehead into the steering wheel and mentally cursing himself is going to somehow assuage the guilt. ‘I’m stupid, I’m an idiot-’

‘Very stupid-’ you interject, just to drive home the point.

‘Very stupid, correct.’ He runs a hand through his hair, preparing himself for saying whatever he needs to, if it means he’s going to win you back. ‘I am the most insufferable person on the whole Earth-’

‘That’s an understatement-’ 

He tuts at your minor interruption and you snort, sniffling, your skin cracking from the tears dried on your face.

‘I’m a stupid boyfriend, an idiotic man who doesn’t deserve to have such a beautiful and smart girl in my life-’ 

He’s on a roll now, gripping the phone tight and fiddling with a cigarette lighter you bought for him, his initials carved into the gold casing. 

‘Ran-’ You sit up in your bed, brows furrowed.

‘-But I know that I love you,’ he says, an almost imperceptible whisper that you swear no one else would have heard over the drone of the car’s heating, or the shuffle of sheets as you moved. But you know him, know his words, know his voice anywhere. Your heart knows his instinctively, and you’re so in rhythm with each other that in a sea of voices, you could pick him out. You would know him beyond death, beyond anything. 

You’ve heard him say it before, many times before in fact. But it’s still true as ever. That he has your heart in a vice grip and that he, through the simple act of existing, of saying the three words, can make you come undone where you sit. You feel yourself soften, the edges of your pain withering away like leaves in autumn. You try to fight the watery smile that’s threatening your lips and even though your chin wobbles still, you think it’s okay.He’s okay, you’re okay.

‘Princess?’ He hasn’t heard you reply and it worries him just a bit. 

You take a shaky breath and all that tension dissipates through your skin. Your fight seems so trivial compared to this, compared to the vast expanse of love between you, the years and years of building what you both cherish so much. ‘I love you too Ran.’ 

And with that, he sighs, lifting his head from the steering wheel, gripping the phone a little looser and his shoulder sag as he leans against the plush leather seat. It is so simply said, so simply done, that the argument from the afternoon almost seems non-existent compared to this. 

‘I’m on my way home,’ he says and he means it. ‘I’ll see you soon Pretty baby.’ 

‘Can’t wait,’ you reply and he can almost feel your smile through the phone. There is no tension, no echo of worry or hurt feeding through the line this time. Only love, persisting as it always does.

a/n: this has been sitting in my docs since like forever, figured it was time to post it. Believe it or not Ran was one of the first characters I ever started writing for, it's been a while since I wrote for him, thank you to everyone who has supported my work thus far and continues to do so, it really means a lot to me y'know, I know I'm really inconsistent with posting, but you guys continue to stay with me, thank you all. and thanks to my ran for being a whole lot of fun and a huge inspo for me <3

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[yeosatinyngz]

Happy Thanksgiving

↳GN Reader

Characters in this prompt: Chifuyu, Shinichiro, Ran, Sanzu

➼When you text the TR boys Happy Thanksgiving and how you’re thankful for them🥰

➼A/N: Happy Thanksgiving y’all! I hope you all celebrate well and if you don’t celebrate then I hope you have a great day! I’m so thankful that my brother got me back into anime cause first of all I wouldn’t have as great of an entertainment source and I wouldn’t be here writing ffs. Also this was my first time using Social Dummy and I didn’t know there was a text limit so I had to keep everything short💀

[ratkidpoopoop]

tokyorev charcters x top male reader

sorry i havent been posting lately i even missed my amazing boy nahoys birthday. i was busy being in the psych ward for like 3 weeks. anyway here are some small ff for each charcters birthday i missed

includes: draken, hinata tachibana, the kawata bros (smiley and angry), ran haitani, mitsuya and takemitchy

-draken

draken never thought he would be fucked by some shorter or less superior to him but yet your fucking himharder then ever before on the love seat sofa. " Ah no p-PLLEAS stop" he begged and you pushed yourself further into him, hitting all those good spots inside of him. "oh c'mon its your birthday let me fuck you as your second special gift, i dot think the bike part were enough to satisfy you" you gently whispered into his ear as he moan out " no stop im gun-a C-cum, P-PLEASE more!" and how could you resist fucking your cute boyfriend until he was completely dry. wanting to please the man you thrusted again aganist his prostate roughly. the other male came in an instant. the white sticky ropes of cum came out with strong twitches or drakens body as he painted his torso in his own fluids. "ha t-thank you Y/N, i love you" he said as he wrapped his arms arond your neck going in for a kiss. you grabbed his hair and pushed him into you mouth. " happy birthday baby boy"

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-hina

" aaha no Y/N i love takemitchi i cant do this" " oh but hina-chan you and i both know takemichy cant satisfy you like i can, that why im here with you and not with takemichy" hinata tried so very hard not to make any noise as her apartment door opened. "hina im home" takemitchi yelled. shit you whspered as you covered hinas mouth took her off the bed and hid with her in her closet. "hina chan are you home, mhm guess not" he said walking out of the room while you fucked hina as hard as you could hoping takemitchi would find you fucking his wife in there apartment. " fuck Y/n stop hes home i-i have to go" "wow mrs. takemitchi you said a bad word"!? you said in a loud voice as takemichi called out his sweet wifes name when he ran through the bedroom door and whiped the closet door open to see someone else fucking his wife. "hi, hanagaki i think hina likes me better" you grin as a tear pool up in his eye. hina couldnt look at takemitchi knowing the truth that her own husband cant please her needs like you can.

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-the kawata bros

knowing that you two baby boys birthday was today so you gave them a little suprised. before they knew it they were on ther backs with a double sided dildo inside of both there tight little holes. " Ahg daddy n-no please" angry whined out and smiley pushed the dildo further into him. "c'mon baby this is your special birthday treat" back and forth to two moaned as they fought over the silicone cock that was inside of them. "AH FUCK- D-daddy so good, thank you" smiley slurred happily as he currled his hands near his chest and smiley as wide as he could, while on the other hand angry felt like crying. the stuffed feeling inside his made him feel like screaming everytime the dildo moved into and out of him. the small pool of water the was filling beside angrys eye mad you feel slightly guilty. you pulled his head into you lap and told him " angry calm down, breath, its okay" you leaned down to give him a consoling kiss on the lips. smiley looking up in jealousy as you give all your sttention to his little brother. seeing in the corner of your eye a sad little ginger, giggling as you get up and move over to the other twin and kiss him passionately on the lips as well.

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-ran haitani

ran has always had rough sex with you but for his birthday you decided it would be nice to fuck him gently tonight. when he got home you quickly kissed him, turning into a make out session, lifting him up, carrying him to your shared bedroom to go forth with your plan. " Y/N im tired please i just wanna sleep" ran said in a whiny voice. " ran, im just going to fuck you nice and gently, ill make you the best you have ever felt . you whispered suductivly into the long haired males ear. soon after he found himself being spooned by you, fucked slowly by your long girthy cock. " hah Y/N i need more please, harde-" ran whined when you coverd his mouth to shut him up. "shut up slut i thought you wanted to have passionate sex on your special day but i guess you're to greedy for my cock, that you cant appreciate what im giving you". ran gripped the sheets as you grabbed his hips tightly and squeezed his dick, as you fucked him as hard as you could. ran squirmed in the bed and tried to get away. he couldnt take the streach and speed you were inflickting on him, "mahha no" ran cried as you came inside of him. relaxing yourself and releasing the man, you closed your eyes as he rolled over with a tired expression and ask " can you please let me cum ill be good for daddy please" with a smile you replied "yes baby, anything for my good little whore"

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-mitsuya

mitsuya always knew you liked to feminize him but he was always too embarassed to dress in femene clothes in sex. he bulit up enough courage so one day he wanted to suprise you by dressing up in a school girl uniform then waited for you to get home. when you finally came back from a hard day of work your cute litte boyfriend was waiting for you on your shared bed hoping you'd enjoy what he had planned. "h-hi Y/N i want you to do something p-please" mitsuya said shyly with his legs squeezed tightly together, hiding the boner that came on before you got home. " yes baby, what would you like me to do to you" you announced as you ripped of your shirt and getting onto the bed. mitsuya pushed you onto you back and said nervously "i-i'm want to sit on you face and i want you to eat me out, p-please" "oh how could i reseast not eatting this, your so hot and theres no way you dont taste as good a i imagine" you said while grabbing mitsuya and helping him get on your face. moving his skirt up a little bit to grope and spread his ass. "AAhhH" mitsuya moaned as your wet tounge swipped across his enterance. he was squirming all over you face and you stuck your tounge into him "fu-ck hah mmhm" he groaned "i cant wait for you to cum all over my face" he said with a smirk.

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-takemitchi

takemitchi is helpless, he always has been. he trys to be strong and brave when all he can do his sit on his hands and knees with you cock so far down his throat your balls are practically in his mouth too. " wow you should suck dick more offten, your great at this" takemitchi cant stop gaging on your length, but you wanted to see how far he could take you. gripping his hair and tugging on his head to make him take more of you in. In and out of his mouth, he chocked and coughed. the boy crying with snoot coming out of his nose, his erection bulging through his pants, but that wasnt the only thing bulging in takemitchi, a huge thraot bulge pericing through his neck. it was so hot, this man was so scared to tuch himself, what if you got mad at him, them punished him very badly... as that thought was swarming through his head, a cum shot flew down his throat and in a matter of seconds he came as well. "i-i'm sorry Y/N i-" " shut up, you did well tonight, want a reward"?

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very shitty yes ik i hope you enjoyed and..

REQUESTS ARE FUCKING OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jov1ii]

All For You ☆

☆you're the muse, so listen carefully

part three

dear rindou,

i can't help but just keep admiring how beautiful you look so i am writing this one right now, in class. thankfully you haven't how badly i was staring at you because you would've been creeped out if you did, haha. writing this to distract myself from the one who is the biggest distraction in my life.

love.

index, introduction

[beautifulblhell]

Besties it’s Tuesday and look at these Haitani crumbs we got this week 🤲🏻🛐

(Who tf is that Low quality character next to Ran and Rindou? looking like the Haikyuu boys in season 4)

RAN WITH HIS HAIR DOWN (S)CREAMINGGG 🛐🛐I WANT TO RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH RAN’S HAIR, AND TIE HIS HAIR UP AND JUST PLAY WITH IT I- *sobs* I just want him to be real ffs 😭😭

[akkkkollle]

If it's okay, can you make a ff where sanzu, ran and rindou accidentally hurts us in an argument? It can be with words if your uncomfortable with physical. And a fluff ending if it's okay with you :)

(I'm sorry I don't really know know how to do request 😭)

Pairing: Sanzu × M!Reader, Rindo × M!Reader, Ran × M!Reader (separately).

Cw: Angst to fluff, physical pain(Ran part), mention of drugs(Sanzu), a lot of swearing, a bit of flirting in the Ran and Rindo part, mention of Mikey (Sanzu).

Ran

You were sitting on the couch listening to Ran's screams about how bad and terrible you are. You knew firsthand that it was just a job, but damn... That's the feeling when you are being slandered for nothing and accused of something you didn't do. To be honest, it started to bother you. So you just turn to Ran, leaning on the extreme cushion of the sofa.

- Ran, can you calm down? - you speak softly, but immediately you feel your head flying off your hand and a dull pain in your nose when your head comes into contact with a tree under expensive skin.

- I am absolutely calm! It's you who are constantly bothering because of some bullshit! I don't even understand how I started dating someone like you, motherfucker. - he shouts, letting go of your hair and turning away.

His eyes slide over the lights outside the window. And his ears pick up some sound. Either a sob, or a breath. He's already turning around to yell at you again, but he sees you trying to stop the blood. He completely turns his body in your direction and goes somewhere behind the sofa, you don't dare turn your head, thinking that you will get in the nose again. He rummages through the cupboards and comes back to you. He sits down on your lap, and holding your chin, inserts cotton wool into your nostril.

- I'm sorry... I just... - he is interrupted by a light peck on the lips.

- It's okay, Ran, you had to relieve stress and all that. The main thing is that you didn't kill, so everything is okay. - you're laughing.

- Mmm, can I relieve stress in another way? - he says coquettishly, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You roll your eyes, and he just laughs softly and kisses you, feeling the taste of metal on his tongue and muttering a quiet, "I'm sorry."

Rindo

You're standing against the wall, listening to Rindo's screams and reproaches in your direction. Of course, you knew that he was jealous, but not so much... Some girl came up to you to ask for directions. What did your boyfriend think? That you answered her too gently and tenderly. Fuck, it's just common courtesy, but he doesn't get it.

- How the fuck don't you understand that this is a common courtesy, Rin? Fuck, why do I need her? I love you, idiot! - you can't stand it anymore, and this makes him even more angry.

-You? You don't fucking love me! You're just a fucking whore! Go to that chick and kill yourself! - he shouts, to which you just exhale and leave the apartment.

His eyes widen and his breathing increases as he realizes what he has said. He immediately runs out of the apartment onto the landing, hoping that you haven't gone to her. He exhales when he sees your figure sitting on the stairs. He comes and sits down next to you, his head is on your shoulder, and his hand is pulling your fingers. He whispers something inaudibly.

- What? - you ask.

- I'm sorry! Sorry... I really didn't want to say it, I just got angry, I understand that that girl is... It's just a girl. - his cheeks are slightly reddening, and his hand is already wrapping around yours.

- I heard it for the first time, but you know, to hear the great Rindo Haitani apologize... - his cheeks flush even more, and his hand almost breaks yours.

- You! Yes you... Idiot. - he turns his head away from you, and you just giggle softly.

- Are you offended that I called you Haitani and not (your last name)? - he hits you lightly in the chest, and then lifts you to his feet, going up to the apartment and cursing you, and you just smile.

Sanzu

A quarrel with this man never ended in anything good. And now you're listening to his nonsense while he's under the weed. You're used to it, but these sudden mood swings... Five minutes ago he was telling some nonsense, and now he thinks you are the most terrible person on the planet. And you honestly wouldn't have paid attention if it wasn't for one phrase...

- You're just not Mikey, M/n. My king is always great, and you are... You don't even deserve to live on the same planet with him. He's a—.- he is interrupted by a sound coming from somewhere to the left.

But he didn't pay attention, just not seeing you in front of him, he thought it was hallucinations and headed to the bedroom for muscle memory. And so he grabs the door handle, but it won't budge. From behind the door comes the sound of a sigh and the phrase: "Go to your Mikey, Haruchie." You hear a thud and open the door...

- He passed out... Fuck, I told you that lack of sleep will not lead to anything good. - you take him in your arms and put him on the bed, covering him up and going to sleep on the sofa.

In the morning, he wakes up with a terrible headache and is already groping your half of the bed to complain, but... Is it uncomfortably cold? His eyes open wide when memories of last night come to him, albeit in fragments. But where did you go? Did you break up with him? His trembling legs led him to the living room to find a phone and call you. But he sees you sleeping peacefully.

He exhales, climbing on your hips and pressing against your chest. He feels your hand running down his back and he raises his head, meeting your displeased gaze.

- I'm sorry... - he looks away, afraid of your reaction. - I didn't want to compare you with him. You are completely different, really... I love you.

- It's okay, calm down. I understand. - you kiss him on the forehead, which makes him frown with displeasure, but a laugh escapes from his mouth.

[n8hao0]

🌸 ─ ❛ 注文 : untitled by the haitanis ! ♡

⌜🍥⌝ ⋆ synopsis.txt?

at the start of the 1700's, the unbounded restraints of hell's burning kisses domineered the people's beliefs ... that is, 'till 2 assasins offered succor.

playlist.

⌜🍥⌝ ⋆ warning.txt?

fem pronouns. blood & murder. drugging.

the ff is written in rin's POV!

⌜🍥⌝ ⋆ tagging.txt?

@divineei ,, @haytani

EDO, JAPAN. 1700.

as the longing eyes of the evening's hollow, morose stars passes by, my brother - ran - and i soon arrived at our small hut with distinct, swollen blisters on our feet and dirt on our faces.

our hut - a ridiculously small hut that ran and i constructed together when i was 11 - was one of the few houses installed in the outskirts of edo.

our hut had three rooms in total - one for our bedroom, one for the bathroom, and one for the dining room. our 'house' ( if you can even call it a 'house' ) was as small as it is but, it never bothered me.

even if there were times in where ran and i had to sleep in the floor because we couldn't afford even a kilo of wool to use as a bed; even if there were times in where i can hear ran cry in the bathroom because the walls are so thin - it never bothered me. because i have no choice but to do so. our assasination gigs don't pay that well unless the boss is in the mood to pay us, anyway.

"thank heavens that the poison didn't kill you - i was so worried, brother!"

if you were so 'worried' - why didn't you carry me to the doctor like you always did when we were young then? is it because miss yn was there? brother, please don't tell me ...

"rin? rin! are you listening?"

"yes?"

"are you OK, brother?"

im not.

i was literally coughing blood earlier! how am i OK, brother?

miss yn planned that to happen .. didn't she?

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YOSHIWARA, EDO. 1700.

"rinrin."

all eyes were on me the instant my knees collapsed on the teahouse's dirtied floor in surprise.

it's only when we're together that brother called me that. had i perhaps fallen asleep for my brother to call me that?

not that he'll care, anyway.

i dislike teahouses.

no.

i hate teahouses.

it reminded me of miss yn. that's why i hate teahouses. it's nothing but a dark, dark abyss full of whining prostitutes and drugged tea. it's disgusting.

"yes?"

"are you with us, rin?" asks the boss, sano manjiro. i hate him, too. in between the whining prostitue sitting on haruchiyo sanzu's lap half-naked and sano manjiro, himself - manjiro had and always been the most disgusting to me.

he was the one that killed our parents, after all.

our parents weren't always the gentlest of people nor were they the most terrible. there were times in where they'd leave us starving in the streets, our face enfolded with bruises and dried blood but there were times in where they'd treat us like glass, afraid to even approach us for reasons that i unfortunately never got to know.

but ran seemed to like our mom enough to cry for her at the day she died in his arms - so, i like her too. whatever ran does, i follow. perhaps more people will like me if i copy him. perhaps miss yn will like me if i copy him.

killing and drinking myself to death at prostitute houses - is this really what my life has come to? im still ugly, im still inferior to my brother, and no one still likes me.

... should i just kill my brother, then?

[thekillingmoonmoon]

Welcome to Killing Moon’s Garden

feel free to wander around, smell a few flowers, maybe even pick a few blooms.

In celebration of Spring/Summer finally arriving in the Southern Hemisphere, I will be running a small event for the month of October (also because I’m not wild enough for Kinktober).

Love, lust, and loss are some of the most difficult sentiments to convey, and often words are not enough. Over a century ago, people would use flowers to say what the voice couldn’t, and messages of all kinds were carried within the colour and shape of petals. The Language of Flowers is silent, words of hate are thrown in vivid shades and thorned branches, whilst love is whispered in delicate scents and gentle hues.

As a gift to you, the Garden will be arranging a bouquet of tears, laughter, and a little bit of heat. Each day of October will present a special flower and its message, along with a story centred around my favourite characters from Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, and Fire Force.

If you would like to receive a daily flower, or if you’d only like to get flowers from certain animes, feel free to drop your name into my askbox, along with the specific fandom you’d like to be tagged in (JJK, TR, FF, or ALL, if you’re feeling frisky) or fill in this short form.

(please note: this event is separate from my normal content, so even if you filled in my general taglist, you must be added separately to the taglist for this event)

Minors, please do not interact. Some, if not most, of the pieces will be NSFW, and I am not tolerant of any nonsense.

I will be using this event to develop my writing and expand the amount of characters I write for, but MOSTLY it’s an excuse to share my love for flowers and their symbolism. The pieces will vary in length, but will be limited to mini-series and one-shots (If you haven’t noticed, I tend to write novels and I want to try something new).

Some of the flowers that might appear in your bouquet:

Wisteria (welcoming, hospitality): Inui Seishu x Reader – NSFW

Rose (passion, love, infidelity): Haitani Ran x Brother’s Girlfriend!Reader – NSFW

Sunflower (adoration): Obi x Reader – fluff

Dog Rose (pleasure and pain): Gojo x Reader – NSFW

Hyacinth (forgiveness): Toji x Reader – angst/fluff

Characters:

TR: Ryguji (Draken) Ken, Mitsuya Takashi, Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Haitani Ran, Sano Shinichiro, Shiba Taiju, Imaushi Wakasa, Akashi Takeomi

JJK: Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Choso, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru

FF: Obi, Hinawa, Benimaru, Konro, Joker

#KillingMoon’sGarden