#ran haitani x yn

[snzunii]

goodnight n go ( ran h. ) — part two.

it's really bad that you get along so well.

tags. romance, angst, betrayal, hurt/comfort, established relationship, explicit sexual content, bonten!ran, detective!reader, canon-typical violence, crimes and criminals, drugs, smoking, drinking, illegal activities, EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY.

“Baby. Wake up.” you stirred in your sleep, trying to pull the blanket over your head just so you couldn't hear your boyfriend, whispering in your ear to get the fuck up. “YN.”

“Leave me alone, Ran.” you mumbled, getting anything that you could reach just to cover your face but he’s one step ahead of you, there's nothing left for you to cover your head with. “Fuck.”

You heard him laugh, you felt the bed sink as he sat beside you. “Breakfast’s ready. Come on.”

But you didn't want to stand up. You just want to stay in bed and rot with him. Is that so bad? You haven't had the chance to see and be with each other this long, is it so bad to have one day for the two of you? 

It isn't, right?

“Can we just stay in? We don't have to go to work today, right?”

You weren't that serious—okay, maybe you are. But you didn't think that Ran would lay down beside you and go along with what shenanigans you wanted to do today, “Okay.”

“What, okay?”

“Let’s stay in today.” 

“Really? Aren't you like, needed for work because, I don't know, your boss is a pain in the ass?” you asked him with a wide smile, you looked at him and you saw his pretty eyes looking at you—you suddenly felt conscious, you just woke up, you haven't even brushed your teeth yet.

But he’s still looking at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Yeah. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you but you pulled away and that made him frown, “What?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, “Bad breath.” you said with a muffled voice.

“The fuck I care, kiss me.” he says and pulls your hand away, you giggled and let him press his lips gently into yours—he bites your lip, and you close your eyes, draping your arm over his neck, pulling him close to you.

You both pulled away, gasping for air. “Yeah, you should brush your teeth.”

“Ran!”

“Kidding.”

You rolled your eyes at him and he just laughed at you, “You’re such a brat.”

“But you love me.” you said, closing your eyes again.

“Hmm. You’re going to sleep again?” you feel his arm slipping under your head, making it your pillow, “Don't you wanna eat first?”

“Too sleepy.” you murmured, “Wake me up in five minutes, ‘kay?”

You didn't hear him answer but  it’s not long until you hear him say your name again.

“YN.”

You open your eyes, and there you are in front of him—with a gun in his hand. How the fuck did you get here?

“Ran.”

Ran held your wrist, pulling you away from the watching eyes. He knows they're not going to do anything—and they know that Ran’s not going to let you go that easily.

Even though you’re his girlfriend, Ran is in too deep in this shit—yeah, they think he’s stupid for having a detective girlfriend—but they know he wouldn't turn that easily, maybe.

You compromised their location, you found them. You could’ve called for back up the moment you saw the guy that you arrested back then, but all that you were thinking of was Ran. You could just easily point your gun to any of them but you didn't do any of that.

They know you wouldn't do that to Ran. They don't know you that much, but the look in your eyes was enough for them to know that you wouldn't just give him up—even if it’s the right thing to do.

You didn't pull away or protest—you didn't push him away, there were no arguments as he pulled you into the other room, with no other people, just the two of you. “YN—”

Instead of you speaking, your palms met his face over and over. “Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you—”

“Stop.” he says, holding both your wrists. “Stop, YN.”

“Why the fuck would you do this to me? How could you?” your voice was small and shaky, your tears falling continuously, “Why the fuck would you keep something like this from me? You know how hard I worked, you know all of it, then you…?”

You look at him, and you see that he’s Ran… but he’s different. He’s like a stranger, a stranger with a familiar face. A stranger that you touch, you hold, you confide in—that you know—a stranger you love.

Ran couldn't find the words that he wanted to say. He hid this from you because he was selfish—he wanted to keep you, he wanted to be close to you.

If he could live this double life forever just to keep you, then he probably would. 

He was different when he was with you, but that doesn't change the fact that he’s a horrible person who’s done a lot of horrible things, right? That’s how you see him now. “I wanted to protect you—”

“Protect me?” you laughed bitterly, “You really think that you keeping all of this from is protecting me? No, you're lying to me! Deceiving me, you were there every night! Listening to me struggle and you’re one of them?! Why, Ran? Why—”

“Because!” he slammed his hand on the table, “Because I fucking love you! I know it’s bullshit, I’m a fucking horrible person! How the fuck am I capable of love? But I do! I do love you and it’s so frustrating hiding all of this from you!”

You ignored what he said. Because if you did choose to acknowledge all that, you would’ve easily run into his arms—turn your back on your morals and just go with him wherever.

You’re too stupid and heartbroken to think straight that all you wanted to do was to touch him. You wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you all the things he’s said before, that he’s there… that you’ve got nothing to worry about as long as you’re with him.

You can feel your chest closing in on you, it’s like you’re being suffocated to death that you needed to get out. “I need to leave.”

“You can't do that.” he said, holding your wrist when you were about to walk out the door. You tried to swat his hand away but he kept his hold on you, well, you really can't leave this place—it’s not that easy.

And maybe, he was afraid that if he let you leave—if he let you walk out that door, you’d be gone forever. 

From him… from his life. 

“Let me go!” you yelled, trying to wriggle out of his touch, but he pulled you into the couch, “The fuck—”

“I can't let you do that!” he shouted back, “Do you think you could just walk out of here? Do you think they wouldn't fucking kill you the moment you step out of this building?”

“Okay.” you said quietly, almost a whisper but enough for him to hear you, “Can you just please… let go of my hand.”

Ran sat in front of you, on his knees. “YN. Listen to me.”

“What?” your voice cracks, your tears still falling at the side of your eyes, you try to look at him, but every time you do, you feel like sobbing—so you look away. 

“I love you.” he whispered, “I love you.” 

That was all he could say because that is the truth. The only thing in his life that he didn't lie about to you.

You finally look at him, he smiles at you like he didn't do anything wrong—like with just one smile from him, everything will be okay.

And it’s not. Nothing’s ever going to make this okay.

“I love you, YN.” he cups your cheek and you don't pull away, his thumb brushing away the tears streaming down your face. His touch was familiar, it was comforting—just how it was before. “Please, don't leave. Just stay, hm? Stay.”

You have never seen him so… desperate, that he might just die if you didn't give in. But he had to try, if losing his dignity was the only way for you to stay then he would.

But it was a big thing. It’s a big selfish thing to overlook all the things that he had done, and you don't know if you could live with yourself with all of this.

But, it’s Ran. How could you do this to him? How could you leave him?

It’s Ran, for fuck’s sake. It’s Ran, you love him. You’d do everything for him. You’d jump off a cliff for him. 

It’s him, you were going to build a family with him. He was there for you, the only one there when you were basically empty. When you had nothing, he was the only one there. So… how?

How could you even think about this?

It’s Ran. 

There’s no question about that. 

Fuck, YN. Think.

Think.

“YN—” you cut him off by pressing your lips into him, you drape your arm over his neck to pull him close. 

You tug on his tie and deepens the kiss because fuck it. You both pull away to breathe, he presses his forehead against yours, you close your eyes and just try to feel him.

Just try to forget all the things that were happening. 

His lips find yours again, but this time he was kissing you so hungrily, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip as if he was craving you for a very long time, your fingers unbuttoning his suit—you feel the cushion on your back as he towers over you.

His kisses travel down your neck, his hands unbuttoning—no, more like ripping your blouse, favorite blouse, open and pulling your pants down—ridding you of your clothes, you bite back a moan when his hands squeeze the swell of your clothed tits. 

“Let me hear you.” he groaned, you can feel the vibrations on your skin, it’s as if you feel the nerve impulses all throughout your body. “Fuck, please.”

“Please, baby.” here you are legs sprawled open, under him but he’s the one pleading you, was he always this desperate for you?

His hands sets your panties aside, his fingers finding your swollen clit, drawing circles, trying to get just one fucking noise from you.

Finally, you gasp, your fingers gripping his hair as he pushes his fingers in and out of your cunt. Fuck, yes he was always this desperate.

Always so desperate to make you moan his name, always desperate to see your finger-fucked out face—he’s the only one who could make you like this, what makes you think that he would ever let go of you?

Why would he ever let go of you when you're so beautiful and helpless under him? Getting fucked ruthlessly, your legs hanging on his shoulder as he pump his cock in and out of your pussy?

“R-Ran, fuck! Please, slow down—ah!”  you were a fucking mess, sobbing—mumbling all the right words that should come out of your mouth when he’s hitting all the right, sensitive spot inside you. 

But it seems so hard to hear all your pleas when his hips slams into you like this, both your skin slapping, your wet pussy squelching when his dick slams inside you—it was too good, too good for him to stop, too fucking good to listen to you plead him to slow down, not when he can feel your cunt sucking him in.

You weren't sure anymore where you are, all you could see was your boyfriend’s face, fucking the life out of you.

Every grunt he was making passes through your ears and travels throughout your body. It was too much, you were exhausted—too exhausted to be in the right mind. Too tired to think if this is even right, if you should be even getting fucked right now.

You were already mumbling incoherent words when he switch your positions out, you were all on fours holding on the cushion while he fucks you raw from the back, he leans forward, squeezes your tits and pushes you against his chest.

“...too much, baby, slow down.” you whimpered, if only you could see the look on his face, “Ran, baby, please.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” he grunts, his voice hoarse—his breath was warm against your skin, “You're not going to leave, are you? ‘S too good, right?”

“‘m not, baby.” you gasp, your stomach churning as you feel his thrusts slow down, so agonizingly slow that you feel like he’s fucking with you, “‘m not going to leave. I love you.”

“Fuck!” he slammed his cock deeper, holding both your hips as he fucks you harder and harder, “Fuck, fuck—say that again. Say you fucking love me.”

“I love you,” you breathlessly say, “I fucking love you.”

…

You were just there sitting in silence—you, only wearing his coat, hands intertwined as you lean your head on his shoulder.

No one was speaking, you were bathing in the solace of just being there—together. It’s as if nothing happened, it’s as if you’re not going to make a big decision that’s going to affect your lives together.

Ran was the first one to speak, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” you answer mindlessly.

“You said,” he paused, “You’re not going to leave, did you mean it?”

You don't answer him because you don't know. You have no idea if you mean it or not, all you know is you just wanted to stay here for a moment and not think about anything.

He squeezes your hand, his thumb caressing your skin, he holds on to you tight as if he’s going to lose you and holding on to you was the only way for you not to slip away. 

“He’s my brother. The one with the long hair, similar color to mine.”

“I figured.” you whispered, “He looks a lot like you.”

“Yeah?” you hummed. “I guess.”

“Are we going to stay here forever?” you asked, “I’m hungry. I was going to cook dinner but…”

“You, cooking?” you heard him chuckle, “You sure about that?”

You immediately looked at him with a glare, “Excuse me?”

Your gaze softened when you saw that annoying smile on his face, just like that, it’s like everything was normal. It’s like you were on the bubble again, just the two of you—him teasing you, you being a brat but succumbs to him, and smiles back at him anyway.

But then you remember all the things that he lied about, all the things that you found out and all the things that you are about to find out. 

“I love you.” he says. “I love you so much that I don't know what I’m going to do if I lose you… am I? Losing you?”

“I don't know,” your voice was small, almost silent just like the room that surrounds you, “Would you let me go? Would you let yourself lose me?”

The silence settled once again. He looks into your eyes, and if you looked closely you could almost see the vulnerability inside. 

He’s Ran Haitani, he’s feared by some people. Even you figured that out. But when it comes to you, he’s not afraid to look stupid—he’s not afraid to beg you not to leave him.

You leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes as you felt the ache in your chest. If it’s only that simple, if only you could say yes that easily.

You took a shaky breath as you felt your tears once again, “How do we do this, Ran? How do I love you like this?”

Ran doesn't know either. How could you love him when he’s this? But he’s too selfish to let you go, he’s too caught up in this mess that he holds on to you because you’re the only thing in his life that makes sense.

“Do you want to leave?”

“Leave?”

“We’ll leave. We’ll run away, me and you.” 

Hearing him say those words just added to the pain you were feeling. He’s ready to risk it all for you. But this is wrong. “Why are you making it so hard for me to love you?” 

Leaving isn't the solution, because one way or another, they're going to find you and that would probably end with the two of you dying. But if that’s what it takes to keep you, then he would gladly leave.

You can see the pain in his eyes, in those eyes that hold so much adoration for you. He pulls you in, your head leaning on his chest. You close your eyes as you listen to his heart beat, it was once again comforting, but it shouldn't be. It shouldn't.

 “Then just let me love you enough for the both of us, hm?”

[beeing1alive]

Hi!! I really liked your "turning them on without knowing" post , I wanted to know if you'd like to write a second one but with Tenjiku!! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Note: Thank you for your enquiry, I was very happy about it and hope you like it

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Izana:

Gets a hard-on when you give him a tight hug

He just can't help it, as soon as he feels your warmth and smells your body odour he goes crazy

He doesn't want to let you go and wraps his arms around you even more so that you can feel his pulsating cock

Begins to place feather-light kisses on your neck and throat and asks you if you don't want to help him

Kakucho:

It especially turns him on when you try to tease him with something

I mean, the grin on your face and the galnz in your eyes

He immediately gets butterflies in his stomach and his body starts to tingle with excitement, only that the tingling mainly affects the centre of his body

And before he knows it, he's sitting there with an ever-growing bulge in his trousers

Ran:

Becomes instantly rock hard when you whisper in his ear

It doesn't even matter what you say because, to be honest, in this situation he doesn't care

It's just that as soon as he hears your sweet voice so close to his ear, goose bumps spread all over his body

Try 100% not to hide how you hit on him and will ask you if you can help him with the bulge is trousers

Rindou:

Absolutely loves neck kisses

Just can't help but let out a soft sigh as soon as you're busy with his neck

Pulls you onto his lap so he can kiss you and press his hard cock against your bum

Nevertheless, his cheeks are barely noticeably red all the time, because he's just an idiot for you and can't do anything about it

Shion:

Immediately gets a hard-on when he sees you concentrating

The way your eyes dart across the sheet of paper in front of you and you try to memorise as much as possible with a furrowed brow

Feels the need to sit behind you and look over your shoulder so that you can feel his hard cock

Will indirectly try to distract you from your work and gently rub against your bum, which only makes him hornier...

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Saturdays were for resets. You didn’t like to go out that much during the weekends, so it was a hassle to reject your co-worker’s offer to go out for drinks the night after a long week of exhausting and intense work. You would much rather stay inside, go over your to-do list and look around your place to see which area needed the most cleaning. The kitchen was definitely a mess, but your room? Good lord. Your room looked as though a hurricane had passed and devoured it before spitting it out.

No matter how much you tried to be organized, you always found yourself with a mess on the floor, half of your makeup on your vanity and the other half in the bathroom along with a bunch of shoes lined up next to your entrance. You puff out some air as you stand in the middle of your room.

“I really need to get my shit together.” Have you said these words before? Absolutely. 

Will you probably say them again in two weeks? Oh, of course. 

But right now, you need a distraction from what happened two days ago–something that quiets down the voice that keeps nagging you to grab your phone and check if he sent a message, if something had changed. You recognized that you were being a walking contradiction–between promising yourself to be mad at him and loathing him only a week ago, to suddenly wishing he was in your bedroom, pinning you to your mattress and drilling his cock into you–yeah, you were a mess. 

It’s not like you didn’t have a vibrator, or hands! Your hands did an amazing job at fulfilling your needs, you knew where to touch yourself, how to stroke your pussy in a way that had your back arching and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. A sigh would then escape your lips, a needy one because nothing felt as amazing as a mindblowing orgasm after teasing yourself for so long. Your hips would then buck up, and your hand is rubbing very messily at your poor clit before you cum with a loud and long moan–

“Shuji–!” 

You snap out of it so fast, jolting up away from your bed and blinking at your reflection in the mirror.

What the fuck? 

A grown ass woman–one who gets action…not that often, but still enough to fulfill her needs, daydreaming about a man whom she slept with once? It doesn’t make sense. Or maybe it does, you're too deep in denial to admit that the person you've been longing for is the same man who shaped parts of your teenage years, even if it was only for a short time.

The heavy sigh that leaves you is so loud that it bounces off the walls of your empty apartment. So vacant, but it reminds you how Hanma’s short yet dominating presence was enough to make it feel…less hollow. You hated how he filled the void that you had been long wanting to replace, whether it be by decorating your space with greenery or going on pottery dates with friends or even getting your cat more toys just to watch him run around the apartment–the loneliness was hard to swallow. You despised the feeling, it gripped you by the throat and forced you to remember the framed pictures sitting on the shelf above the TV. Friends, family, co-workers–you were made of pieces of them, each having given you a memory to cling onto and use it as a lifeline. 

What do you do when that lifeline is barely hanging by a thread?

Your eyes land on the singular picture that rests on your nightstand, and your frown deepens for a moment as realization hits you. The two people in this picture were supposed to stay with you for a long time, your protectors as they liked to call themselves. You purse your lips and inhale deeply. The bitter aftertaste sitting on your tongue is hard to wash down.

You were perfectly fine being shaped by bits of everyone you'd ever met, but weren’t your brothers meant to be there for life?

“Here, keep this on you all the time.” You stare at the shiny knife as your oldest brother places it on your nightstand, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and you’re forced to close your book.

“A knife?”

“Yeah, it’s for your safety.”

“Ran, why would I need to carry a knife with me?” 

“You never know,” you’re not sure if that’s meant to comfort you—probably not. 

Ran Haitani is very proud of the fact that he had adopted you. Technically, his parents did–but he hated them, and they abandoned you a long time ago, so it was he who adopted you. He remembers you being a tiny baby in your mother’s arms the day that she had picked you up from the adoption center, said something about how she was so excited for this new chapter of her life, and both Ran and Rindou were excited–over the moon to be welcoming a little sister. At 6 and 5 years old, they didn’t know what blood related meant– it never mattered to them in the first place even as they got older. You were a Haitani, their precious little sister, and that meant the whole world to them.

However, the bond grew a little bit stronger after your parents left. Your father was the first to abandon the family, you were 5, Ran was 10 and Rindou’s 9th birthday was approaching. You remember it being a cold day–it wasn’t gloomy outside or anything, but as you sat in the middle of the living room with your brothers by your side, the apartment felt a bit bigger, emptier. A child is fragile, anything can affect them if not dealt with properly–the absence of your father was the first time you had to experience your ‘big feelings’ as Ran liked to describe them. You don’t know what holding back tears is, so you cry as you hug your knees to your chest and let Rindou soothe your back with a gentle hand. It’s a small gesture, but enough to anchor your stuttering breaths. 

“It’s okay,” Rindou says as you sniffle. When you look at him, you see that his eyes are glossed over with something–tears. He blinks them away as soon as he catches you staring at him. “It’s not like we need him, right?”

“Of course not,” Ran speaks confidently, standing over you and Rindou with a superhero-like stance. “As long as you’ve got me, nothing will happen to you!”

“And me!” Upon seeing his older brother act like a superhero, Rindou quickly jumps up and stands next to him. It’s adorable, it gives you hope–your little child body, so overwhelmed with emotion and having to deal with the abandonment of a parent temporarily distracted by the two boys standing in front of you.

“I’m Sailor Uranus,” Ran extends one arm outward with his fingers splayed, while his other arm is bent at his side. He shares a look with Rindou, trying to mask his wobbling lips. Rindou averts his gaze, cheeks set ablaze with overwhelming emotion. Sadness, embarrassment mixed with determination to make you, his little sister, feel better even for a few moments. 

“And I’m Sailor Neptune!” Rindou extends his arm forward, with his other hand pointing slightly upward towards you. Your heart swells with emotion, and you bring your arm to your face to wipe your tears.

“I..I’m Sailor Moon!” You join in weakly, and for a moment—(just a small one), everything seems okay. You have your brothers with you, recreating your favorite characters’ pose and trying to cheer you up. Just for a split second, you’re distracted from the ache that invades your heart and spreads all over your chest. 

But distractions are bad. Like a bandage on a leaking dam, offering a false sense of control while the real flood builds behind them. 

You had always looked up to your mother. It’s natural for a child to have an innocent fascination with one particular parent—after your father left, your mother had become everything to you. Now that you look back at it, it was definitely fear of being separated from her. Losing her so unexpectedly like you did with your father. You would sit in the living room waiting for her to come back from work, whilst Ran and Rindou were outside playing and didn’t necessarily mind the absence of their mother. They were older after all, and perhaps were able to see her for who she truly was earlier than you did. 

“She’s not going to come back on time,” Ran announces from behind you. You don’t move, still looking out of the window and waiting for her silhouette to appear. “You have to eat.”

“No,” you don’t mean for your voice to crack, but alas you’re a child and you cannot control your emotions. You wear your heart on your sleeve and the hurt you’re feeling from your mother’s repetitive tardiness is very apparent. “I’m not hungry.”

As if to mock you, your stomach growls the moment you say it. And Ran sighs behind you before approaching you. 

“No–” you push him away when he wraps his hand around your arm. “I won’t eat–!”

“Rindou hasn’t eaten all day,” Ran’s voice is stern. It momentarily distracts you from your stubbornness and your bottom lip starts wobbling. “He doesn’t want to eat without you—so please,” his voice is now barely above a whisper and your eyes meet his own lavender ones. The sob you choke out is raw, painful–you can’t hold it back any longer and you fall forward, attaching yourself onto your older brother. The taller boy holds you, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he heaves out a sigh.

No child deserves to go through this. 

A few months later, you get accustomed to seeing your mother less often. By the age of 10, Ran and Rindou had managed to make a name for themselves around the area–the rulers of Roppongi. You choose to ignore the events that led them in juvenile detention, you don’t necessarily associate that with great memories but life feels… simple. 

Whilst Ran brings the food and takes care of anything money related, Rindou is the one who is in tune with your emotional needs. He holds you in his arms when you are sad and caresses your head when you’re upset after a particularly nasty fight with Ran. Rindou reminds you of the importance of the rules that they had given you when they started ruling Roppongi, that the way you dress is very important as a Haitani—their little sister. 

You carried that with you through adulthood.

The walls of your apartment have heard you cry for them, felt your sobs and longing. It’s strange how your apartment only knows of their existence through pictures, like ghosts they've never seen in person. Like hearing the echo of laughter in an empty room—faint and distant, yet it lingers, reminding you of the voices that once filled your childhood. 

You are filled with sadness and melancholy and longing—you feel ready to burst like a heavy rain cloud but somehow, you find the strength to hold it all in whilst darkening everything beneath you. Whilst the past few years have been one of the most important ones in your life, you can't deny that with every person you encountered, the shell guarding your heart grew tougher. Like armor forged over time. 

It’s useless to grieve the past, you can’t let it distract you from the task at hand, so you grab your vacuum cleaner and get to work.

Hopefully you’re done before sunset.

–

Ding dong

The digital clock on your microwave flashes 8:12PM in red, bold colors. You did your usual cleaning, showered and dried your hair, planned an outfit for Monday and were checking on some work you needed to do before the week starts. Who would visit you at this time of the day?

None of your co-workers had texted you all day, and you were hoping that they weren’t here to try to convince you to go out. Saying no to them the first time was hard as it is. 

“Shoooo,” you tell your cat as he races you to the front door. “Go away, you can’t get out,” you mumble to your fur companion as you place him on his cat tree and watch as he digs his claws into the plush fabric before running away to your room. 

Ding–ding ding ding!

“Coming! I’m coming,” you rush to unlock the door, forgetting to check through the peephole. As you open it, you get a whiff of a familiar perfume and a tall figure is standing a little too close to you.

“Wha–”

“I got dinner.” 

Of course it would be him. 

He stands before you in all his glory. Brand new suit, messy hair (he must’ve had a long day) and shoes that definitely looked less shinier than usual. You try not to stare too hard at his body, fight the carnal urge that tells you to keep your eyes a little longer on his thighs and lean against the door frame with your arms crossed over your chest. 

“What’s the occasion?”

“Being hungry?” You glare at his sarcastic comment and Hanma shrugs his shoulders with an amused grin.

“What? You don’t trust me?”

“Exactly, I don’t.”

“Well just to remind you, we agreed to be fuck buddies so–”

“For fuck’s sake–” you yank him inside your apartment and Hanma almost lets out a giggle at how flustered you looked. “You need to stop saying shit like that in my hallway.”

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“People could hear you,” you shoot him a glare as you walk away from him. Hanma doesn’t miss the chance of checking out your ass in your tight booty shorts. He licks his lips and follows right behind you, plastic bags rustling as he places the food on the kitchen counter.

“What did you get anyway?” You ask as you sit back on the kitchen table, nose shoved deep in your laptop as you continue your work. You’re far too focused on the words in front of you to notice that Hanma had quieted down and was now fully staring at you–taking the sight of you and placing it at the forefront of his mind. 

Despite having seen you naked before, Shuji thinks that you look the most attractive like this. Like the adult women that you matured into. He can’t remember the last time he saw you this concentrated—(was it when he snuck into your room as teenagers? He found you sitting at your desk, nose buried in your homework that you didn’t even notice him opening your window after he had climbed your fire escape). He can’t say he doesn’t like it. The smallest details stood out to the same man who claims to be nonchalant about everything else–the slight pout and frown to your lips, eyebrows furrowing and eyes darting across the screen, pausing briefly to take in each and every word. You wear glasses now. 

(And glasses look good on you, they make your nose look cute).

 A sigh escapes your lips and as you inhale, you finally catch his stare. Intense like a spotlight, analyzing your every move and pinning you in place. 

For obvious reasons, you feel tense under the weight of his golden eyes fixed on you. Exposed, stripped of any secrets you hadn’t even dared to write down in your diary. Hanma’s eyes had the effect of unraveling every guarded truth, as if his intense gaze alone could coax confessions from the deepest corners of your soul. 

Like how you touch yourself to the thought of him.

You avert your gaze towards the bag, growing uncomfortable with the suffocating silence.

“So?”

“Ramen.” You almost deadpan at the man. It’s fascinating how he can shift the tension in the room just by spilling out a few words. 

“You bought ramen??”

“Am I not allowed to?” He pushes himself off of the kitchen counter and starts walking towards you.

“When you said I got dinner, I thought you meant a meal,” you take off your glasses and place them on the table before staring at the bag tiredly. “That’s an unhealthy meal, Hanma.”

“That’s what I get for dinner, usually.”

“You’ve got money.”

“Your point?”

“Go to restaurants??” you say in disbelief and Hanma shrugs his shoulders as he stands next to you, enjoying the obvious height difference. One that reminds him of how big his hands looked on your thighs that night. 

“Tooooo much work,” he drags out his words before stretching his arms over his head. The action elicits a yawn out of his lips and you scoff before grabbing the bag and emptying its content on the table. “Besides, what’s so bad about having instant ramen?”

“It’s unhealthy,” you reply flatly, reaching for the electric kettle. You fill it up with water before pressing the ‘on’ button, the action coming to you so quickly and naturally that it makes Hanma raise an eyebrow.

“Hey, you turned it on a little too fast for someone who thinks instant ramen is unhealthy,” 

“Because this is my kitchen?” The reply you give is laced with sarcasm, absolutely done with whatever he has to say and all Hanma does is just stand back and grin. How fun. 

“Right, of course,” you avert your gaze the moment Hanma’s fingers wrap around his tie, loosening it to allow himself to breathe a little–feel comfortable in an apartment that has already welcomed him twice already. Does he remember the layout? Not exactly. However, his brain is able to trace the map from your kitchen to your bedroom like a professional cartographer. The detail was etched in their mind, like a name carved into stone. 

So he makes himself comfortable, he walks past you and into the living room and you watch as he sits on your couch and stares around your decorated space. 

“Is that a cat tree?” he points at the item sitting near the window. 

“Mmmh,” you hum in response, pouring water into the instant ramen cups. “Why?”

“ ‘s just that I’ve never seen your cat,” he looks around, trying to figure out where your fur companion might be. “But I see signs of that fucker everywhere.”

“Don’t call my cat a fucker.” You almost hiss and it catches Hanma off guard. Not that it was the first time you ever spoke to him in that tone, but you must be very attached to your cat. 

“Whew,” he whistles as he raises his arms in the air.. “My bad. Didn’t know you were that kind of person.” 

Your eye twitches. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you pause on your way to the living room, the cups of ramen were starting to burn your hands but you could care less. 

“Y’know, getting all defensive over an animal?”

“You mean have empathy and emotional connection?” 

“Emotional connection with a cat?” Hanma braces himself forward with his elbows on his knees. His side profile comes into view, but he quickly turns to face you and he sees the way you were slowly losing your patience. “That shit is for people who are lonely.”

It is eerily silent after that. For a good five seconds, Hanma doesn’t seem to understand why you give no reply nor do you make a move. He looks away, pats his pocket to find his phone and turns to look at you. You are still glued to your spot. 

You hope he doesn't hear the sound of your heart breaking, or notice the way your body instantly deflates. 

“It must be.” Your reply is devoid of any emotion. You look away from Hanma’s intense gaze, suddenly growing uncomfortable under all of the attention he was giving you. As you take a seat on the couch (while maintaining a good distance between you and the tall man), you push Hanma’s cup towards him. 

“Here.”

“Thank you.” 

Hanma doesn’t feel comfortable with the silence. It bothers him that he doesn’t. 

You try not to pay attention to him, but it turns out that it’s a hard task given how huge the man is. He spreads his legs on your couch, leaving you almost no space, so you have to nudge his thigh with your knee. 

“Move, you’re taking up too much space.” You’re still avoiding his gaze, and Hanma’s finger twitches as he reaches for his ramen cup. 

“I’m a tall man, doll.”

“Don’t care, you’re sitting on my couch.” You say it with a hint of childishness, your tone laced with annoyance.

Hanma chooses to let it slide and slightly closes his legs, allowing you more space on your small couch. However, your behavior still doesn’t sit right with him. You're not truly aware of your surroundings, even though it may seem like you are—one moment you’re holding your chopsticks, the next you’re looking for the remote control. Hanma watches as you jab at the noodles with your chopsticks, seemingly unfazed by the steam rising from the cup.

“It’s hot.” 

Be careful.

“Ah!” you hold a hand to your mouth, your chopsticks falling on the surface of your coffee table. Your eyes are pricking with tears, and you fan your mouth whilst internally cursing yourself for not paying attention.

“Told you it’s hot,” he sounds unbothered—perhaps a little bored, but still reaches for your face to grab it. You don’t fight back despite the urge to get away from him—from his touch. His rough hand holds your jaw like a rag doll and you force yourself to open your eyes. “Open up.” He takes notice of your swollen lips, then you stick out your tongue and it’s reddened. 

In that moment, you realize there's no space left between the two of you. Any distance you tried to maintain with the tall man has vanished, and you let it happen—you let yourself forget why you're mad at him, giving your mind a break from the constant tension around him.

Everything quiets down, you instantly find yourself lost in the same gaze you had been trying long and hard to avoid. You feel hot—you are sure Hanma’s body feels like a furnace against your skin. However, like two flames flickering inches apart, you both burn with the same heat but never quite touch in a way that would have you melting like a candle. 

It’s a continuous tug of war inside your brain as you hold his gaze, your pulse quickening with each subconscious attempt at moving closer to him—even by an inch. Technically, the two of you were now fuckbuddies, two friends who fuck when the other is free or one is feeling like it. There were no strings attached, no responsibilities, no—

“Ya hungry?” Hanma’s voice is a few octaves deeper. You feel a chill run down your spine before making a poor attempt at shaking your head whilst he’s still holding your jaw. 

You feel a pair of lips against yours, and you take it as a response to what you had told him. 

Hanma’s kisses are rough—he pushes his entire body on top of yours as he kisses you, trapping you beneath him. 

You’re glad the cushions beneath you are soft, because the way he pins you down is anything but.

Dominating and playful, he moves his lips against yours in such a dizzying manner that you have to tap his shoulder to ask him for air. But even when he pulls away from your lips to allow you oxygen, his lips land on another patch of skin—your cheek, your jaw, his teeth nibble at your earlobe and he can feel his cock throb when you buck up your hips. 

“Impatient, aren’t we?”

He presses his forehead against yours and you grow annoyed. Frustration washes over you as you realize you crave more of him, even though you know you shouldn't allow the man so close or invade your personal space. Yet, here you are, yielding beneath him. His kisses are like a wildfire in your veins—once it ignites, it spreads uncontrollably, and no matter how dangerous, you can’t help but feed the flames. 

And feed the flames, you do.

Hanma has never seen you so eager, so needy—sure he’s fucked you before, he’s nestled his cock so deep within the snug walls of your pussy but this–

This was different. 

You’re craving him—his lips against yours like a lifeline. Not once has he seen your body move so desperately against his own whilst your clothes are still on. It makes the muscles of his face twitch.

Smirking, he grabs the back of your thigh and pushes it up to your chest before leaning down—face dangerously close to yours. He doesn’t say anything, eyes scanning your expression—the twitch to your lips, the slight furrow to your eyebrows and the sigh that escapes through your nose from how needy you are. You throw your head back against the couch, nudging Hanma’s butt with your free foot. 

“You’re staring.” 

“Am I?” His tone, his words—they make the butterflies in your stomach erupt like wildfire. You can only afford to whine in response, clearly struggling to take his teasing. He is so dominant— to the point where submitting to him was the only choice you had. As you lie beneath him, Hanma is like a cat playing with a string, effortlessly toying with your patience and leaving you both frustrated and horny. 

Incredibly horny. 

“Shuji,” you reach your hands towards his face, holding it and brushing your thumbs against his cheeks. You brush your nose against his, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip so softly—so gently that it makes him chuckle. 

“You’re gentle with it,” he breathes hotly against your lips, digging his fingers into your skin to show you how rough he likes it. You’re about to push him off of you, straddle his lap and show him that you can be rough with it. It feels like a treat you’re craving, it’s attached to a string and Hanma keeps pulling it away from you every time you’re about to have it—

A loud moan escapes your lips when he’s back on you so suddenly, not giving you enough time to breathe or ground yourself. Gripping his shoulders, Hanma enjoys the feeling of your nails digging into his skin—it ignites his body on fire and heightens his senses. The tall man grows more aware of your body temperature, of the vanilla body lotion you had freshly applied onto your skin or how you seem to be letting your nails grow longer—he’s locked in. 

“Oh doll,” he breathes out against your lips as he pulls away. You’re about to moan in response, rile him up further until he’s snatching your clothes off your skin and dig his cock deep into your insides–

“Fuck!” Hanma shouts–no, he screams out of nowhere and is pushing his body off of you. “What the fuck?!”

“What–what?! What’s wrong?” you’re confused, a little startled as you push yourself up with your elbows. 

“Motherfucker–” you hear hissing from the end of the couch, and you look behind Hanma to find your cat sinking his claws into his back. “Let go of me!”

“Calm down!” you try to separate the two, get your cat off the couch and Hanma to stop reaching for the back of his blouse.

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when this little fucker–I will fucking–”

“I said calm down.” you repeat sternly. Your hands reach for your cat’s paws, although he hisses at you, you still understand that it’s a normal reaction for him. Standing up, you grab your fur companion who tries to wriggle out of your hold and he comes face to face with a furious Hanma. 

Your cat hisses again.

“The fuck is his problem?”

“He’s not used to strangers,” you caress your pet’s head, sensing that he’s on high alert. “Let alone men.” 

“Your cat hates men?” 

Your face twists. “My cat isn’t a misandrist.” You roll your eyes at him. “He just… doesn’t appreciate men.” 

“Fancy fucking word–” 

“Anyway, I’m taking him to his room.”

“This fucker has a room?”

“Technically it’s my office.” 

Hanma watches as you walk away with the fur companion who meows very loudly, making his dislike towards the man very clear. He hears you try to shush the pet, promise it good food and treats as long as he behaves and if Hanma didn’t know any better, he would think you were crazy.

Maybe you were. He would never show that much patience towards an animal. 

But now he is able to process what has happened. Assessing the situation, the realization that he got cockblocked by a damn cat hits him like a truck and he sits there, dumbfounded and half offended. 

Cockblocked by a fucking cat. 

You walk back into the living room, looking a bit embarrassed and Hanma takes it that you had come to the same conclusion as him. You stand next to the couch, awkward and stiff and your hands are fiddling with the fabric of your shorts before you open your mouth.

“I-”

“Don’t even.” 

Hearing his bored tone, you deflate and sigh before plopping next to him on the couch. You were now drier than the Sahara and he didn’t seem interested in rearranging your insides as he was a few moments ago. 

Well, you still have your food to finish. 

“Want me to heat up your food again?” 

“Mmm, sure.” 

—

Hanma plans to leave as soon as he’s done eating. It’s almost hilarious the way he grabs his jacket the moment he slurps the final noodle into his mouth and you don’t have it in you to ask him where he’s going. 

After all, it wasn’t part of your agreement. Despite the fact that you didn’t even fuck properly tonight, you still knew that his business wasn’t yours to know and his presence was always going to be temporary. 

“The elevator’s working by the way,” you are throwing the cups of Ramen in the trash when you suddenly speak up and Hanma has to pause his movements. 

“They fixed it?”

“After paying a huge sum of money, yeah they did.”

“That’s good.”

“Mmmhm.” Cold and distant, this is how you want to present yourself to the same man who has no problem taking your heart in his hands and shattering it into small pieces. 

“Next time I come over, I hope that fucker doesn’t dig his nails into my ass next.” Next time.

“I’ll make sure we fuck on my bed then.” You say playfully, bringing the glass of water to your lips and Hanma watches as you maintain eye contact the whole time. 

“Oh yeah? Already planning the next time we gonna fuck?”

You shrug your shoulders. “You were good. I’d be a fool if I said I didn’t want it again.”

Hanma chuckles, offering his signature smirk with a tilt to his head. “Good? Not great, or fucking amazing?”

“Good.” You put emphasis on the word, but the tall man notices how you avoid his eyes and it’s an indirect confession. 

“Sounds like you want me to change your mind.” Squeezing your thighs at the sound of his deep voice, you almost moan in relief when you see him start to take off his jacket.

Fucking finally. 

“Maybe I do.”

—

The November cold was unbearable. The man shivers inside his own car and his hand reaches towards the heater to turn it on. He doesn’t understand why he is here, it was too late for him to be parked under a residential building and he sure hopes he doesn’t look suspicious with the way he keeps checking for the door. 

“Come on, come on…” 

Almost on cue, the door opens and a tall figure walks out. Hair messed up, clothes half adjusted and a cigarette hanging off his lips. It was none other than Hanma Shuji. The man watches as the criminal checks his phone for a good ten seconds before blowing out smoke, his chest stutters a bit as he scoffs and he shoves the device into his pocket before walking towards his car. 

Hanma doesn’t seem to notice the unknown car and the mysterious man is grateful for that. He wants to avoid problems. 

However, how was he going to explain his sudden visit at 11:30PM? 

He shouldn’t…or perhaps he should. 

When you open the door, your eyes are heavy with sleep and the man can’t help but stare at the love bites littering your neck. 

“Hey, missed me?”

Your eyes widen and you instinctively open the door wider. 

“Chifuyu.”

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[eggtartz]

getting caught 👀

ran haitani

hands sliding to his lilac hair, the kiss deepened with a slight moan. the feverish feeling was intense as ran hold your waist, gripping it almost possessively as he pinned your body to the door. "so beautiful and to think you're all mine?" he smirked as he kissed your neck before sealing his lips back with yours. you two were about to take each other clothes before the door knocked. "oi, anikii. let me in, I have something to show you" the voice of rindou haitani made you slightly panicked as ran snickered "oh yeah? what's that?" ran asked while he kissed your face as you tried to stop him, flustered by the whole situation. rindou seemed to be clueless and opened the door to see his brother feverishly kissing you while you froze. "you're nasty" you said with a frown "nasty!" he said again while exiting the room. ran snickered as you looked down with heat growing in your cheeks. "wasn't so bad, eh?" he said before earning a slap to the arm.

taiju shiba

it was valentine's day as you accompanied taiju to the church every sunday and it ended with a full out making out when you two were alone in the car. both yuzuha and hakkai was buying groceries and once the siblings got out, the eldest turned on the car tints and took your breath away. the kiss was passionate, both of your tongues connected with a fast kiss. taiju's big hands are holding your waist, the hold was a complete opposite of his kisses. he hold you like a flower, a fragile and delicate person that he hold gently and he fears that he'll break you. his hand hold your back neck, holding it there for a better angle. you two did not heard the knocking on the window whatsoever, drowned within each other. "nii-chan, what's with the-" the two siblings stopped as you two stopped too. "oh! uh.. you know what? I think we forgot something in the store right, hakkai?" yuzuha managed to stutter after a minute of staring at each other with awkwardness. taiju had to clear his throat for the two to scramble and close the car door as taiju shake his head. "we'll continue this when we have more space, alright?" he managed to remark, planting one last kiss on your forehead.

[xiefuyu]

spoiled.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — platonic relationship with everyone, cursing

:a/n — it's just some bonten execs spoiling the hell out of our Y/N

-- 1, 2

Surprisingly, a week after the incident with Sanzu drugging you to sleep, the upper echelons who loved throwing their work to you started to make their work themselves. Well, still with your help because they’re clueless as fuck as to how make a proper report. You almost wanted to tell them to fuck off and get the work done yourself but that just meant you’re okay with them dumping their work on you.

“Ran-san, that line is inappropriate.” you say for the nth time that afternoon. You’re hungry and tired and Ran decided to be a dumbass, purposely making mistakes in his report just so he could spite you with that lazy ass grin.

How badly you want to punch it off him.

“It’s my report, I will write whatever I want, doll.” you looked at him straight in the eye and,

“And your life is Mikey-san’s. If you want your cause of death to be because of a report containing inappropriate phrases, then go ahead and do so.” you deadpanned. He’ll be reporting this to Mikey and the other executives, after all.

“Touche.” he says, sighing. “Doll, can’t you just do it instead?”

“Change that line, Ran-san.” you point at his screen, ignoring his question. He groans and you smile fondly when he’s not looking.

He’s unbearable sometimes but you know he’s doing his best.

“What do you want for lunch, sir? I’ll buy it right now. It’s past lunchtime and you need to rest, too.” he looks at his watch and hums. “Let’s go have lunch, doll.” he says, standing up, not even bothering to turn off his laptop.

‘My treat.’ goes unsaid. Of course, you’ll protest when you get there but you know he’ll just use his position and label it as an order just so he could treat you.

All Bonten executives do.

“Y/N, come to my office.” 

You blink at your phone screen, surprised at Kakucho’s text. He rarely texts you so you’re worried that something might have happened. Without hesitation, you bolted out your office in a hurry for your boss’ office.

“Sir, I’m here.” you announced after knocking, not even waiting for Kakucho’s response before opening the door. He’s sitting on his chair, wide eyes looking up at your dishevelled state. “Did you run?” you clear your throat, flushed in the face before fixing yourself. “I apologise for my state, sir. Did you need anything?” 

You see his eyebrow rising in amusement and you want nothing more than to walk out his office, knowing he’ll say something that will make your heartbeat a little faster.

It’s not like you like him, you swear.

It’s just that…Kakucho has that charisma. An alluring one.

“Did you rush here in concern after receiving my text?” he asked, a soft smile on his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek, clearing your throat once again. “Yes, sir…I was worried because you rarely text me.” you admit and God, his balcony is open and you want to throw yourself out because of his soft laugh.

“Thank you, Y/N. And I apologise for scaring you. I just wanted help regarding this report that I’ll be giving to Kokonoi. You know, financial and stuff. You’ve been his secretary before, right? So I thought I'd get your help to fix any mistakes.”

Warmth spreads through your whole being at the thought of an executive thinking of you and your capabilities.

You knew it was what you signed up for in the first place - to help them - but it was still a good feeling for you.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re okay, Kakucho-san. And of course, please let me take a look.” you beam at him before walking towards his desk. It is then you see a box of your favourite biscuits and candies. He sees your line of sight and chuckles before pushing it towards your direction.

“A thank you gift for your help,” he says.

You gaped at him like a stupid fish before bowing, “I-it’s not needed, sir. But thank you so much!” he pats your head before you could stand straight. “Sit here, let’s start.”

Working with Kokonoi is the second most peaceful experience for you. He’s not a dumbass, not an asshole, and most importantly, he does his work right.

(Kakucho is your favourite working buddy but don’t tell the others that.)

“Kid, did you put this here?” he asked in a hushed tone, pointing inside his bag. You looked over at him, confused. Why is he asking such questions while the both of you are in the middle of an important mission?

You see a bag of candies, your favourites, inside his bag. “No, sir…Even though those are my favourites, I won’t bring them to missions.” Well, now you’re tempted to eat one but you’re literally in a life or death mission so no, you’ll maintain your professionalism and eat a bunch later when the mission’s done and you’re still alive.

“Fucking Sanzu must’ve put it.” he tsked, closing his bag before focusing on the task at hand. The both of you are currently infiltrating a secret base of an enemy and instead of being alone, Kokonoi insists on coming with you, saying you need guidance.

It’s just him being a worrywart.

“I'll be going now, sir.” you inform him when you see the enemies walking out. He grabs your wrist before you could even step away. “Kid, be careful.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m serious. Look at me. Be fucking careful.” you blinked at him, nodding. You’re also serious but hey, having Kokonoi worry over you is such a good feeling.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, sir.”

True to your words, you successfully completed your mission with Kokonoi’s guidance. “Here.” he suddenly pushed a card to you.

A black card.

“Do you want me to buy something, sir?” you asked, confused as you hesitantly got hold of the card that probably holds your lifetime’s paycheck.

“I talked with someone who works at the candy factory.” he says, making you tilt your head in more confusion.

“And…?”

“Idiot, buy the whole factory! It’s your favourite candy’s factory.” as if that was the most obvious thing, he rolls his eyes at your dumbass.

But hey! It’s not everyday someone hands a black card to you and tell you to buy a fucking factory of your favourite candy!?

“S-sir, that’s–”

“An order.”

You groan, hiding your flushed face from his raised eyebrow and that smug smile on his lips. “Now get out, Sanzu will accompany you.” he pushes you out of the car and you’re wholeheartedly surprised that Sanzu is actually outside, waiting for you.

“Let’s go, kid. Gotta make sure they sell it to us.” of course he will be the one to accompany you, he’s in charge of negotiations for a reason.

“Sir, this is really too much.” you try protesting. “It was Mikey’s order.” that shuts you up, knowing you can’t go against your top boss so you walk behind Sanzu, head low, still red in the face.

You appreciate them spoiling you, really. But sometimes, it’s too much and you don’t know how to handle those kinds of things.

“Thank you…” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. He just grins and ruffles your hair. "Thank that money-greedy-white-haired-man."

Later on, you found out that it was actually Kokonoi’s idea and order, not Mikey’s.

“He wanted to treat you, what can we do? Refuse? No way, doll. You deserved it. Enjoy your candies.” Ran told you, a rare genuine and soft smile on his face as he pats your head as he leaves you to work on his report.

Oh well, might as well do their reports.

A/N; it's been a while! how's everyone? anyways, i need a kokonoi in my life please

@bontensbabygirl

[ihrthoney]

love isn’t enough

pairing: club owner ran haitani x f!reader

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort

word count: 1.5k

an: first post being back on tumblr! this is a remake of my old work from my old blog!

Ignorance truly is bliss…

but only if you’re stupid.

It was obvious, the signs were as clear as day. Although, love was always so blinding. While you were watching the clouds and enjoying the summer breeze, his eyes followed the birds flying in the other direction. 

There weren’t any lipstick stains on his clothes nor did he stay out later than normal. If there was a faint scent of perfume following him as he walked towards the shower, you brushed it off. Clubs are always full of people, some scents are just stronger than most. 

That’s what you would've continued telling yourself had it not been a smell you learned to get used to. Every night that he came home from work, he smelled vaguely of that same perfume. It could be a regular or a worker who walks past him throughout the night.

You weren’t stupid. As much as you wished you were, you weren’t. 

The perfume wasn’t the only thing you caught on to. Unfortunately, it took weeks for the smell to become something you’ve recognized or rather, something you chose to accept.

Just last week, Ran was off and you guys decided to spend the day in bed and binging shows. That night, you surprised Ran by renting a movie he wanted to see for a while but missed because of work. During the most interesting part, he got a call and usually, he ignored the noise but this time he didn’t hesitate to grab his phone and leave the room. 

You couldn’t remember the last time a work call lasted two hours. While the contact name on the screen said Rindou, you knew better than to believe it. 

He clearly knew how to cover his tracks, his behavior didn’t change, not drastically anyway. His phone didn’t suddenly have a password nor did he try to hide who he was texting. Just like you, he wasn’t an idiot. But as time went on, he must’ve mistook you for one.

You and Ran had been dating since you guys were 18. There’s nothing you don’t know about him, you know him better than yourself sometimes. Any changes in his behavior you notice immediately, he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. 

Despite everything pointing to the tragic truth that Ran was having an affair, you were waiting for him to admit it. It felt unfair to break it off and be left uneven while he was already filling the void.

Years of your life had been devoted to him, you supported him with everything you could give. From cleaning his wounds after gang fights to watching his (and his brothers’) club succeed.

Would there have been a hole in his heart if you left? When did he stop loving you? Why couldn’t he have just broken it off? 

Endless questions were filling your head. It’s been about 3 months since you noticed the perfume. The denial gets harder to run from, reality starts to slowly consume you. 

You wouldn’t allow yourself to get caught up in it now, so instead of wallowing away in the empty house you got dressed and ventured into town. 

Of course, it didn’t help in the slightest; everything reminded you of Ran, and the realization that your relationship was coming to an end hurt so much. You walk the streets alone and are reminded of the night of your first date. Hands intertwined, leaning on his shoulder and laughing about something you could no longer remember, you stared at him like he just offered you the world.

“You’re nothing like they say Ran Haitani.” You laughed, you guys are hand in hand, your apartment just a few blocks down.

“What? Am I even more handsome in person?” He says smugly, only half joking.

At that comment, you drop his hand, “Never mind, you’re exactly as they said.” you jokingly say.

“Nah, I’m even better.” Ran remarks. Using your linked hands, he pulls you both to a stop. 

He looks at you for a little bit, the sound of cars faint in the background, and the moonlight softly reflects on his face, “You are so beautiful.”

His voice was so soft, so gentle. As flustered as you were at the compliment, you couldn’t pull your eyes from his.

“I had a really good time with you tonight, yn.” His hand parts from yours and softly cradles your face.

“May I?” At that moment, you would’ve given him anything he could’ve possibly wanted.

You nod in response and he wastes no time in connecting your lips. 

You were so caught up in the memory that you didn’t see the person in front of you. The woman slightly stumbles at your shoulders making contact. You open your mouth, apology at the tip of your tongue when you notice a man next to her.

Suddenly, the world went quiet. The coffee shop you had entered was nothing but a blur as your vision zones onto the man holding the woman’s waist. 

His eyes widen at the sight of you. He was supposed to be at work.

Before an excuse could even form, you turned around and walked straight back home, not daring to look back. 

He was having an affair. There wasn’t enough time to analyze the woman he was with, your mind was too busy swallowing the confirmed suspicions. 

You knew he was cheating, but a small part of you had foolishly clung to the hope that it was just a misunderstanding. Several emotions coursed through your body at once, millions of thoughts raced through your head. Yet, you couldn’t feel a thing. 

So many scenarios played out in your head that you thought you would feel angrier, burn his clothes, and trash the house. But, you couldn’t move a single limb. Instead, you sat quietly on the couch, the apartment dark and even emptier than you left it despite nothing being touched.

There’s a soft click that brings you out of your daze. You hear him take off his shoes and walk towards the living room. With every step, your heartbeat starts to quicken. 

The dread makes your stomach sink, suddenly you feel nauseous. You’re scared, you’re so fucking scared, this wasn’t supposed to be the end. Years of your life will be nothing but a memory and he’ll be someone you have to remember longer than you’ve known.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Ran sitting on a chair at the dining table. 

Without looking at him, you speak. “You’re a coward.” 

There was so much you wanted to say, even more to ask, but the only emotion you could feel was anger. 

“I know.” He said it so quietly, as if speaking any louder would shatter the tension in the air.

You waited to see if he would say more, but he didn’t. The silence was deafening as if the apartment was absent of any soul. 

Swallowing your pride, you spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just break up with me.” 

Ran answered honestly, “I don’t know.”

“I deserve better than an “I don’t know”, Ran.” You argued, gaze moving from the tv screen.

For the first time in months, you see him. This wasn’t the man you fell in love with, but rather the shell of him.

Cruelly, he says, “You deserve everything.” 

The tears were starting to burn your eyes, he didn’t deserve your tears, “Don’t, Ran.”

“There’s nothing that I could say that’ll make any of this better. I cheated on you.”

The tension in the air snapped, and your tears started to spill over despite fighting to hold them back. You knew; you saw it with your own eyes, but to hear him actually admit it hurt that much more. There’s no coming back from this, the man you love no longer loves you. 

“How long?” The eye contact between you two never falters. 

“Four months.”

He had been out with another woman for four months. It makes you sick to know he still came back home. You can’t help that sob that chokes out, “Why Ran?”

Ran stands up at the sound of you crying, but you move from the couch and step deeper into the living room. 

“I didn’t want to live without you.” He admits.

At this point you’re sobbing, “That’s so fucking stupid!”

“I don’t love you anymore, yn. But I didn’t know how to let you go. You’ve been in my life since we were 18. I doubt we could’ve been friends-” You interrupt him.

“That’s so unfair! You don’t get to make that choice for me! Maybe you’re right, we probably wouldn’t have been able to be friends after everything but cheating was your next option?” He’s silent at that.

The silence doesn’t last long though, “Get out, Ran.”

There’s so much you want to know, though, your heart wouldn’t be able to handle any more pain. 

Without another word, he turns and walks to the door, taking half of your heart with him.

© ihrthoney. reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated𑁤

[wakasaz]

Can you write about playing with rans hair please👉👈

༊*·˚ Thinking about playing with Rans hair

ᡣ𐭩 you're sitting on the couch with Rans head on your lap.

ᡣ𐭩 you're playing with the ends of his braids, feeling how soft his hair is.

ᡣ𐭩 undoing the hair tie you start to undo his braids one at a time starting with the right one.

ᡣ𐭩 you slowly undo the braids, running the strands of hair between your fingers.

ᡣ𐭩 you move onto the left braid doing the same as you did with the right. Ran has his eyes closed now, breathing slowly, relaxing at your touch.

ᡣ𐭩 once you have both braids undone you start running your fingers through his hair starting at the scalp, undoing any knots and tangles.

ᡣ𐭩 You gently rub circles on his scalp giving him A mini massage

ᡣ𐭩 Ran lets out a sigh through his nose at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp.

ᡣ𐭩 you continue to work your fingers throughout his hair feeling how silky it is. Of course it is though. Ran spends a lot of time and money on his hair to make sure it’s healthy.

ᡣ𐭩 Rans breathing slows as he falls asleep to your touch, letting out quiet little snores every few minutes. You smile to yourself thinking he is adorable when he is like this.

ᡣ𐭩 you gently move Rans head and wiggle your way down with him so you can lay down next to him.

ᡣ𐭩 Ran wraps his arm around your waist cuddling into you as you fall asleep on his chest.

[iamfandomtrashandimproud]

Ran: I can't believe you're all worked up about some...guy.

Y/N: this one's different! He- He's honest. He's sweet.-

Ran: 🙄 pfft. please

Y/N: -and he wouldn't do anything to hurt me!

Ran: HE'S A GUY!

[heyimroe]

Cream on my dick sweetheart

Ran x bimbo!reader

M - D - N - I

Content: reader is a virgin, blowjob, dick riding, cursing, no prep, pet names such as "angel"/" baby"

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"Come here, baby," Ran just came home from work, you're not sure if he's angry or not, but by the looks of it he might be. You quickly run to him. your perky tits hanging onto the tight crop top and your mini plaid pink skirt riding up your thighs, revealing the pretty image of your ass.

"Hi Ran! How was your day?" You smile at him, your hair behind your ears and the small top showed a perfect image of your nipples. "It would have been better if you were with me," he says while smiling. Fuck, how are you so innocent and so dirty at the same time. "Baby, can you get on your knees for me?" You immediately obey and got on your knees.

He zipped open his pants and released his cock from his boxers. "Suck it, angel." He commands while playing with your hair. You stuck your tongue out and licked his precum covered tip. "Ah, fuck," he groans quietly. You kissed the tip and swirled your tongue around his veins. His breath hitched from the sudden cold breeze that hit his cock. "That's right angel, take it down your throat."

Your doe eyes look into his sharp ones as you took his big dick in your mouth and towards your throat. Hitting the little thing in the back and causing you to gag and choke. You started bobbing your head, slowly increasing the pace. Your hand started touching his sack, your long acrylics massaging it. He suddenly yanked your head by the hair as you yelped.

"Do you want me to come already or do you want me to stuff it deep inside your pussy?" He asked while grinning. Your eyes widened and your face turned a bright pink. He chuckles to himself and sits on the couch, asking you to come to him. "Sit on my cock baby," he says while trying to place your hips. "Ran.." You murmured, this was the first time you had s3x.

"It's okay, just sit on it." He says while rubbing your inner thigh. You spread your pussy lips and slowly put it in. Small whimpers come out of your mouth while his dick entered your tight cunt. "Fuck," he groans, you were almost to the base when he just sat you down on his cock quickly. "AAH!!" You whined, his dick hitting your cervix perfectly.

"It hurts, ran," you whimpered as your eyes get glossy. He quickly hushes you and pulls you into a small kiss to help sooth your pain. His big hand lift your pretty pink skirt up and grabs your ass. "Mhh!" You moaned into the kiss. The other hand goes and plays with your clit. You started moaning his name and your nipples start to harden. He slowly took out his dick as you sighed in relief.

Ran suddenly bucked his hips up and down as you gasp. Tear start to stream down your face. "Come on baby, use me." He whispered in your ear. You started to ride his cock, trying to get used to his size. Your lips fell open as moans and whimpers come out as soft and silent. "Keep- fuck.. Keep going, angel," he hissed. You struggled to bounce up and down on his cock so he helped you.

"Ah! Ran- ahh it's in my tummy!" It clicked. You came on his dick as he came in your cute pussy. White liquid squirting out of your tight hole. Your head fell into the corner of his neck as you breathed heavily. "No, we're not done angel," he says devilishly. Before you could think, he has your back pressed against the wall as he plunged his fat cock in your cunt.

Your leg on his shoulder and his big hand on your throat. " 's too big!!" you whined as his cock hit that spongy spot. You felt your high coming and your eyes roll to the back of your head as drool dripped onto your boobs, makeup stained face. Eyeliner running down your cheeks as your lip gloss is now smudged. He grins to himself, looking at your new fucked-out face.

"Cream on my dick, sweetheart. I know you can," he says with a groan. You let go, cum splutter out of your cunt. "AHH!!" you screamed out loud. Hitting the sweet spot over and over again. Legs become jelly as you continue to try holding yourself up. Ran grips your waist to prevent you from falling in the floor. He kisses you, his lips brush over yours gently and tongues gliding.

He pulls away and takes his cock out of you. His and your cum drips onto the floor. "Are you okay princess?" He asks while massaging your boobs. You nod while panting heavily. He smiles to himself, "Let's go wash up okay?"

[eroticdarling]

BONTEN TWITTER 1

[rinrinx2]

can I request ready x tan or sanzu. Whoever you choose tbh from bonten who is cheating on the reader but yn is a bad bitch so she humiliates him in don’t of everyone and he starts crying and begging for her not to leave him. Like they can host a dinner party and everyone thinks they’re the happy couple. Sorry I love these men but I need to see them crumble too.

Ran the man we can’t stand

Ran x reader

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating.

You swore that if you heard another porcelain plate clank against a metallic knife or fork you were going to end up stabbing the owner of the utensil with it, and it didn’t help you any further that the person making the most noise was none other than Haitani Ran, your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend who had caught in the Roppongi red light district every night for a week when he claimed he was working overtime.

Your boyfriend who had portrayed you as the naive gullible type, the type that would blindly believe his lies.

But you weren’t and if he were a smart cheater he would’ve at least have his younger brother be able to lie for him when you called asking what time he would be home instead of being met with a surprised Rindou who had no idea what you spoke about.

You watched as his glass clanked on the wooden table as he drank carelessly just as he was, careless, without a care in the world.

“You okay (Y/N)-chan?” Kakucho asked as he softly, breaking you out of you thoughts.

“I’m fine” you replied forcing yourself to soften you gestures to create a semblance of a smile.

You weren’t angry at Kakucho or anyone at this table or at this annual supper they held for the Bonten members.

Your hate sat with one man, a man with lilac hair and stupid smirk that you had half a mind of punching away.

Ran sensed your thoughts as his attention shifted from Sanzu to you.

“What’s wrong pumpkin not enjoying the food?” Ran asked from his seat parallel to yours.

And you held a feral gaze, crazy enough to pull Ran over the table and pull his eyes out but you didn’t want the rest of Bonten to think less of you so instead of getting physical you decided to get verbal.

“Nothing is wrong darling” you replied loud enough that it had caught some members attention, but you left your reply to hang in the air causing activities to go back to what they were prior to you reply that was until you decided to speak again.

“Wait actually Ran there is something wrong” you said now much louder than before getting every member’s attention now.

“What is it my love I’ll fix it right away” Ran replied playing the perfect caring boyfriend.

“I’m wearing a pair of black lace panties, and I wore the other two days ago but I saw another pair in your car on the way here and last I recall I only have two pairs of black lace panties” you said with confusion in your voice.

“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation at such an event” Ran said with a smile trying to save face from other members.

“Well when should we discuss it cause I’d hate for whatever woman you took that from to lose them” you said with a smile.

“Come on now (Y/N), have some decency”

“How about you get better at cheating you dumb fuck” you spat at as you looked Ran dead in the eyes with a tedious smile. You had Ran right were you wanted him, looking like an idiot.

“Oh shit Rannie” Sanzu laughed out watching the altercation occur.

“Shut-up Sanzu” Ran snapped finally losing his cool.

“Now you know well enough I wouldn’t cheat on you”

“Oh really Ran, you’re as shit as lying as you are at cheating. Next time get your brother in on your cheating schemes so that he can at least lie about what you’re doing” you said as you stood up, your chair making a loud screeching sound.

“Don’t drag Rindou into this, his innocent in all this-”

“Congratulations you admitted to cheating you stupid shit” you said cutting Ran off as you walked out of the massive dining room.

The only sound being heard was that of your black heels as and the only feeling being that on the black fabric that clung to your skin as you walked your way to the exit.

And for a minute that was all you head till you ears picked up another, the footsteps of Ran running after you and then the feeling of his hand grabbing at your wrist.

“Don’t do this shit to me, you need me” Ran said pulling you closer, so close that you could feel his cool breath against your lips close enough to kiss them.

“I don’t need shit from you” you said placing a soft kiss on his lips as you pulled your wrist out of his hand.

“Fine be a bitch you’ll never find someone like me with the power or money that I have” Ran said watching your figure walk away.

And the moment Ran’s words met your ears you turned on your heels just before you reached the door. A massive smile painting your face.

“I’ll see you later tonight Koko” you said blowing the man a kiss.

Your words causing Ran to spin around to see not only Koko standing in the corridor but the rest of Bonten.

“Don’t forget to put on the little outfit I left on the bed” Koko replied back with a wink, as you left the Bonten headquarters.

“You’ve been fucking my girlfriend” Ran said as he stormed over to Koko grabbing the man by his suit collar.

“Ex-girlfriend buddy. You snooze you lose. I mean no one told you to get your rocks off to those girls at host clubs”

“It’s a dog eat dog world. So no hard feelings Rannie” Koko said as he removed Ran’s hands from himself, dusting his collar off as he made his way back to the dining room.

Ran stood there his eyes blown wide from the disrespect he had just experienced. A man like him has never been spoken to like that before to be treated like his words didn’t hold power.

“You were fucking host club girls” Takeomi laughed out, causing Ran to snap his attention back to the group of men. As he realised that the whole of Bonten just witnessed what had occurred.

“This man lost his girl to Koko” Sanzu said laughing hard that he nearly farted.

“Tough one Ran” Mikey said with fake sympathy as he walked back to the dining room.

“If you were gonna cheat on her why didn’t you just let me date her” Rindou complained following after Mikey.

“i’M rAn I cHeAt On bEaUtiFuL WoMeN FoR GiRls WhO pRetEnD To cArE AboUt WhAt I sAy iN hOsT cLuBs” Sanzu said mimicking Ran’s voice as Mochi and Kakucho laughed as they walked back to the dining room with their backs turned to Ran.

“Shut up” Ran shouted looking all distraught.

“ShUt-uP, I’m RaN wHoSE GoNnA UsE HiS hAnD toNigHT”

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Hope you like it 💕

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[snzunii]

goodnight n go ( ran h. ) — part one.

it's really bad that you get along so well.

tags. romance, angst, betrayal, hurt/comfort, established relationship, explicit sexual content, bonten!ran, detective!reader, canon-typical violence, crimes and criminals, drugs, smoking, drinking, illegal activities, EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY.

This was a familiar scene to you—fluorescent lights buzzing, the scent of your cold discarded coffee swirling in the air as you stare at multiple files spread across your desk.

You were looking back and forth at the board, dozens of pictures of criminals lined up on the walls and none of them were the ones that you were looking for. You tapped your pen on the notebook, going back and forth about all the information that you and your colleagues gathered.

But none of them seemed to help.

“This is bullshit.” you muttered as you stood up, hands on your waist as you walked towards the pictures.

“Hey. It’s late. Aren't you going home?” Takashi sat on the free space on your desk, reaching for the single folder. “You’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should get some sleep. We still have tomorrow, y’know?”

You looked back at him, contemplating whether to pack your things up or stay another hour. You suddenly became aware of the clock on the wall ticking, as if it’s urging you to make a decision this instant. 

“I feel like I’m missing something, ‘Kashi.” you said, you reached for another folder and showed Takashi the details you gathered the other day. “This doesn't make sense.”

“What doesn't make sense?” Takashi leaned a bit closer, examining the document. 

“I feel like sometimes I’m getting close then I get fed the same bullshit. It’s like they know what we’re about to do. Are they ghosts or do they have some superpowers of some kind? Because that’ll explain things—and oh, I gotta tell you, they've got some loyal members there because we don't have any names of the high profile members. Not even their boss.” you sighed, slamming your pen on the table.

Takashi just stared at you as you rambled on. “What do ‘ya think, ‘Kashi?”

“I think you’re stressed and you won't solve anything if you don't get any sleep.” Takashi said and closed the folder that you were holding, “Go home, YN. That’s an order.”

You frowned, pursing your lips. “I may be your friend, and you may be the Captain’s daughter but I’m still your superior officer. Now, get.”

You sighed in defeat. It has been months since you’ve been included in this case. You were shocked the first time, thinking that your father trusted you enough to give you such a high-profile case, it’s about time that he trusted your skills, you thought. 

But that was shattered the moment that he told you that he was only giving you this case because you were too proud of yourself. They spent years trying to know the identities of these infamous criminals but all they got was squat. What makes you think that you could do it?

But you want to prove him wrong—no one knows who the executives are. You promised yourself, you’d be the first one to know. Some will say that you’re delusional, that of all people, it would never be you. But that wouldn’t bring you down, it was never impossible for you. 

That’s how you conditioned yourself. That was how you survived all the hurtful things your father said to bring you down.

Nothing is impossible. You will catch Bonten. It’s just a matter of time before you do. 

…

“Baby, I’m home.” you whispered, climbing on to the bed with your boyfriend who was currently sleeping. His hair was disheveled, mouth slightly agape as you looked at his peaceful, sleeping face. Looking at him was enough for you to forget all the things that you went through today—it’s like he got this power that could make your problems vanish just by looking at him. You smiled when you saw him opening one eye to look at you. “I’m sorry, I woke you up.”

“What time is it?” he groaned, his hand grasping your waist, pulling you close to him. His scent overwhelmed your senses, he smelled so good that you just wanted to literally drown yourself in him. “You’re just getting in now?”

You used his arm as your pillow, kissing his cheek as you squirmed next to him. “Uh-huh. ‘m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” he closed his eyes again, while you leaned on his chest and closed your eyes as well. You listened to his heart beating, it’s as if it’s calming you—it was steady, grounding. It was a quiet reassurance that he’s there for you.

The room was silent—and just for a moment, all your worries faded. You felt his hand gently brush up against your back, it was slow and soothing. 

“How’s work?” he asked softly.

“Fine. Just the same.” you sighed, “I don't even want to think about it. I’m tired and sleepy. I just want to rest.”

“Poor baby.” he mumbled, “Just rest, okay? I’m here. You don’t have to think about anything else.”

This is one of the moments where you wanted time to stop. It’s almost so easy to forget everything when you’re with him. It was simple, safe. 

“I love you, Ran.” you murmured.

Ran leaned, pressing a gentle kiss on your hair. “I love you.”

You opened your eyes, and there you saw him looking at you. Your gaze locked, you’re with him for a long time but the closeness still makes your stomach turn, your heart pound. You can feel everything at once. 

You couldn’t help but pull him in, pressing your lips into his. His hands slipping inside your shirt—overwhelming you with his touch. His fingers groveling on your skin—you were restless, you were losing your mind over the little things that he does.

He’s kissing you like he wanted to take all your worries away, like he could make it disappear with a snap of his fingers. 

His kisses trails down onto your neck, slowly and deliberately. His lavender locks caught in between your fingers. “Ran.. Please.”

“I know, baby.” he groaned, it was like he was restraining himself. Because if he didn’t, he would take all that you are—leaving you with nothing for yourself. 

…

“How many kids do you want?” you suddenly asked, you were both looking at the ceiling, only the thin blanket draped over your bodies.

You heard Ran chuckle, with a frown on your face, you look at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Ran turned to look at you and you did the same, “I want five.”

“Excuse me?” His answer left you dumbfounded, because to be honest, you were afraid of having one—you want one but the thought of pushing it out of your body makes you scared a little and now your boyfriend wants—what, five?

“What? You asked.” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, “How about you? How many kids do you want?”

“I want just one.” you pouted, “Uhm—maybe, two?”

Then you saw that familiar smirk on his face, that sly smile adorned on his pretty face. “Then two it is… but we’ll see.”

“Ran!” you playfully swatted his chest, he laughs then catches your hand, intertwining it with his. “You’re never gonna let that five go, huh?”

“Nope.” you just sighed, you stare at that tattoo before burying your face on the crook of his neck, his fingers tracing patterns on your back.

“Whatever.” you mumbled, “Two or five, I don’t really care. As long as it’s with you.”

You were both silent for a bit then you suddenly remembered something. You looked at him, he raised his eyebrow.

“By the way, do you remember the club where we met?” Ran hummed, looking at you as he waited for you to continue speaking, “It closed today. We arrested the owner.”

Ran ears pulsated as you kept on talking about how you arrested the guy, how you caught them doing shit—how close you think you are to catching Bonten. “I think they’re connected to Bonten, but they're not talking, y’know? It’s so frustrating.”

You realize that you shouldn't be telling this to anyone. But Ran’s not anyone to you—you trust him. You trust him that you would tell him everything that is going on.

You trust him too much that you’re willing to spend your whole life with him and create that future that you wanted.

Ran wanted to laugh. Not because you were being stupid—because it was so frustrating for him too. You were supposed to be just someone he sleeps with, and not call the next morning.

That was always the case for him. But a year later, you’re still here. Having these talks with him at three in the morning—not knowing he’s one of the guys that you’re spending your time and energy looking for.

It was so frustrating because he fell in love with you.

And you’re his enemy. But at the same time, you are the love of his life.

You probably know all the horrific things that he did and you have no idea that it was him that did most of the things that you know. How would you even react if you knew it was him?

Would you still look at him with that beam in your eyes? Would you still smile at him? Kiss him? Would you still love him?

He’s afraid to know.

You only know him as this kind, caring boyfriend who’s never afraid to show you how much he loves you. You only know him as the person who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

You never doubt him because he’s never given you any reason to.

He held you a little closer, he was feeling everything but everything seemed normal to you and he wanted it to stay that way. He thought that if he could just hold you like this and just stay with you in this little bubble that you created for yourselves, he would shield you from the truth.

That he’s not who he says he is.

He doesn’t want to let go of this. He feels like a different person when he’s with you, he was just Ran. Your boyfriend, who makes silly jokes, who stays up with you all night when you can’t sleep—even though you know how much he loves to sleep. 

“Just be careful, okay?” he said quietly, you could feel the vulnerability in his voice, like losing you is the one thing that he couldn’t bear. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” you kissed him gently, “You don’t have to worry, there’s nothing to worry about.”

But there is.

He knows how dangerous this is. He knows what things you’ll do just to catch them… him. 

And when that day comes, he doesn’t know what to do.

…

Your alarm echoed throughout the room, Ran wasn’t there but it was usual for you. There were times that he was needed this early for work—you never really questioned him about it. You reached for your phone and you saw a text from him.

‘Got pulled into work early. I’m sorry. I’ll see you tonight? I love you.’

You typed a reply and settled your phone down to get ready for the day. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you don't even know what's going to happen today.

It was odd, how you keep on remembering the things that Ran said last night.

You shrugged it off. It’s probably nothing.

“Morning, YN. Had a good sleep?” Takashi greeted you as soon as you settled your things down at your desk. 

“Yeah.” you sipped your freshly brewed coffee and immediately looked at the pictures on the wall, like that’s going to change anything. But everyday, these pictures taunt you. It’s like they’re telling you that you’re a failure because you couldn't catch them.

It was unusual how today seemed so different. 

“You okay?” Takashi asked, he tapped your shoulder, bringing you back from your own thoughts. “Staring at that wall isn't going to change anything. We’ll find something. Trust me.”

You went on for the day, doing detective work outside the precinct. Looking for something, just something. 

“This is a dead end. Let’s go back.” Takashi says as he closes his notebook. “They're all saying the same shit.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, “Let’s go—”

You were cut off when your phone rings. 

You signaled Takashi that you’ll just answer the phone and he nodded at you, walking back to the car. 

“Hey, baby. What’s up?”

“Lunch?”

You looked at the time and chuckled, it’s exactly twelve in the afternoon. Of course, he’s calling to remind you to eat. “I’m about to go back to the precinct and grab some lunch. How ‘bout you, baby? Have you eaten yet?”

“I’m about to. Just wanted to check if you are too.” 

“Uh-huh. I’ll send you a picture of my lunch later. Okay?” you giggled, you heard him laugh on the other side of the call. “Good girl. I’ll see you later, I love you.”

“Me too.”

“Me too, what?”

“I love you.” 

…

‘Hey, handsome. I’m heading home. What do you want for dinner?’

You put your phone in your pocket as soon as you sent the text. You didn't have anything significant today so you decided to go home early, cook for Ran, you thought, for a change.

He was always the one cooking for the two of you because you're usually the one who comes home late. Plus, you wanted to do something nice for him, he had been so understanding and patient with you—and your very demanding job.

After you packed up your things, you looked at the phone to see if he responded. But there was nothing on your notifications.

It wasn't odd. Maybe he’s just busy today.

You were driving home when you caught something—you spy with your pretty little eye—someone with lavender hair. In his car, driving past you.

“Ran?”

You weren't supposed to turn the car around and follow him. You trust him, right? But why was he going in this direction? 

This isn't the way to your apartment. And certainly, it isn't the way to his work. Where are you going, Ran?

You were about to reach for the dashboard to call him. But you stopped yourself, you were afraid. 

You don't want to catch him in a lie.

Because he's not the type to do that. He’s your Ran. What would he lie about? You gripped the steering wheel, your heart pacing as fast as it shouldn't be. This isn't you, you keep telling yourself. 

You were trying to find all the right reasons as to why you were trailing your boyfriend. Like he’s some criminal that you were following.

But why are you feeling this way? Is he cheating on you? Is he doing something… horrible? Maybe you should turn the car around, drive back to the apartment and wait for him there.

Just stay there, in the bubble. You’ll be good there. 

But it will kill you, not knowing things. 

Maybe that’s what you should've done. You're so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice that you were driving out of town, into some unfamiliar place you’ve never been.

Finally, he stops. He’s in a busy town, entering a… restaurant?

Fuck’s sake, maybe he’s just buying food. “What the hell am I think—”

Your brows furrowed as you saw some familiar face, walking into the same place your boyfriend just walked into. That’s the fucker that you arrested last month, the one who escaped—you fucking don't know how.

You walked out of your car, discreetly walking to the back of the establishment. You didn't want to alarm the guy you arrested, he’ll probably know who you are.

You certainly can't take him alone. 

You saw a backdoor and was about to reach for the knob when you felt something on your back. It was too familiar for you not to know what it is. “If I were you, I wouldn't do that.”

His voice was cold, almost making you shiver. “Sorry, I’m just lost—”

“Don't make that dumb shit up with me.” you bite your lip, your body tensed up as you try to turn your head, looking at the man who’s holding your life in his hand right now.

You saw his face, scars on both sides of his mouth, he’s got long cerise hair. He knocked on the door and you saw the tattoo on his forearm.

You swallowed, your stomach churning as you recognized that tattoo. That’s the one on your boyfriend’s neck, it’s the same one.

You couldn't even begin to process what was happening when the door opened. It was another man, with long lavender hair. With the same tattoo on his neck… just like Ran.

He looks awfully a lot like your boyfriend. 

“YN?”

“You know her?” 

Of course, he knows you. He knows you.

“H-how the fuck do you know me?” your words stuttered, your mouth was dry and you couldn't even think straight. “What the fuck is happening?”

“I should be the one asking you questions. What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“That’s enough.” the man behind you spoke, “You’re coming with us, lady.”

You froze as you piece things together. It makes you sick, you couldn't even fathom what you're about to discover. You weren't scared, you were confused.

What was Ran doing here?

Why… just why?

They led you through a dimly lit hallway. You were out of yourself, you were trying to make sense out of all this. So many questions were running on the back of your mind. 

Your heart was racing, your mind thinking all of the worst that could happen, but most of all, you were thinking what could possibly be Ran’s connection to these people?

Why was he here?

Finally, you reached the end of the hallway. The door opened and what greeted you was silence, you were surrounded by men that you don't recognize except for one.

He was there. Standing like he’s one of them. 

He froze the second his gaze landed on you. You couldn't say anything else but his name. 

“R-ran?”

You wanted to leave. You wanted to go home because you don't want to know about this. You were regretting your decision of ever following him here.

You wanted to go back to your bed, laugh with him until three in the morning. Talk about the house, the kids, the life that you both wanted. 

“Oh. This is your girlfriend, isn't it?” The man with a scar on his face mockingly said, “Well, isn't she pretty?”

You felt your chest tighten, everything was hitting you all at once—the hurt, the anger. Everything.

They were all looking at you like you were a threat. But you didn't care, you were just looking at him. Waiting for him to tell you what this is. Waiting for him to come and take you away but he doesn't move.

“Sanzu.” Another man speaks, the one sitting in the middle—with the white hair. Sanzu, the one holding a gun behind your back walks towards him and whispers something to him. 

“What do ‘ya think, Ran? What should we do with your little girlfriend?” Sanzu asked, “Should we set her free or should we..?”

Sanzu cocked his gun and pointed it at you, again. 

“W-what the fuck is happening?” you find your voice, though it trembled you gave your all to stay composed, “Ran, could you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

Sanzu laughed, “You really don't know, huh? Aren’t you a detective? You didn't know you were dating one of us?”

“One of what?” 

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fu—

“Bonten, darling.” he smirked, “Aren't you looking for us, well, we’re here! And you’re living with one, isn't that great?”

You felt stupid, these are the criminals that you were looking for months. This was the missing piece. They're staring you in the face. You were in the smack dab, middle of it all. You were sleeping beside him, you were touching him, the one you were looking for was telling you he loves you, right to your face and you were too stupid.

Too trusting not to know. 

You form your fist into a tight ball, your nails sinking into your skin. You don't know what your fate is, all you know is, you were hoping all this was just a dream.

A sick, twisted, horrible dream. 

Ran walked towards you, they're just watching what he does next. You froze when he reached for his gun but then he placed it on your hand, “Shoot me, YN.”

“Ran.”

“Shoot me.” 

Your tears were brimming, you gasped as you gripped the gun—your finger on the trigger, pointing it at him. Everyone was looking at you like it was their form of some sick entertainment—nobody was doing anything.

“Do it, baby.” he says softly, “Kill me.”

“I..” 

This was what you wanted these past few months, right? You told him that. You were so frustrated that you wanted to kill all of them on sight.

But why couldn't you do it, right now?

Why does it have to be him?

“I can't.” you slowly let go of the gun, placing it in his hand. Ran didn't care if they shot him but he wanted to get you out. And he knows he couldn't do that safely, if you didn't prove yourself to them.

You couldn't kill him. 

That was assurance enough. For now.

[beeing1alive]

What the Tokyo Revengers Boys call you

He calls you baby. It's just a good classic and he sounds nice and melancholy when he says it. How sweet the name sounds when he says it… That describes you and his love for you best.

Angry, Chifuyu, Mikey, Takemichi

He will call you Honey for the simple reason that he likes to use this name for you. It sounds like the nickname of a princess, because that's exactly what you are to him.

Mitsuya, Draken, Rindou, Inupi

He will definitely call you Babe, the name just sounds so casual and loving at the same time. So effortlessly perfect, just like you

Baji, Smiley

He'll call you Doll whenever he gets the chance. How small and fragile you look in his arms, it just fits too well.

Kokonoi, Shuji, Ran

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[ailecheri]

rindou haitani x reader period headcanons

i think rindou would just be the sweetest when youre on your period

warning: not sfw, reader/yn is dfab (gender neutral), period talk, come inside, oral (on reader)

rindou absolutely adores your chest. he thinks its adorable. he loves how it fits perfectly in his hands. he thinks it so adorable when it gets more sensitive while youre on your period

rindou finds your period charming, in a way. likes using your cramps as an excuse to help you come. its annoying that hes right- you do feel better afterwards

rindou loves to massage your sore chest all too gently, maybe even kissing and licking it if you tolerate it. hes so, so careful, and he chuckles when he reaches a hand into your pants to find you already worked up

he doesnt mind a little blood. hes all too happy to taste you even on your period, no matter how much you complain "thats gross, rindou!" hes all too happy to lap at your folds. he sucks at your clit and licks down your pussy with ardent swipes of his tongue

and he finds it strangely erotic to fuck you on your period, loves the look of your blood and slick covering his shaft. loves to come inside, finds the pinkish hue cute. compares it to cherry cordials. you groan. youre never going to look at that candy the same

and as dirty minded as rindou can be, he spoils the hell out of you. gets you chocolate, cooks, does the dishes... he helps you take a shower, washes your hair.

he probably kind of sucks at cooking at first. ran babies him and he never cared to learn... until you. he gets a bunch of cookbooks, does his best to learn your favorite recipes... you find him watching cooking youtube videos for months. so cute.

youre so exhausted, cranky, and many people would find it tiring but rindou loves taking care of you. so often you take care of him, and hes all too happy to return the favor

rindou gets you pads/tampons whenever you need them. always has a heating pad ready, and dotes and fawns over you like its his job. its almost annoying, but when he comes home with a rilakkuma plush youve been eyeing for the past couple of months... its hard to find his dedication to be anything but endearing

[eggtartz]

going through a lot lately:(

So i hope you r kay^^

Can i request a hc of hanma, haitani brothers (also sanzu if u can^^) with a depressed suicidal s/o?

Thankyaaaa^^ dont forget to tale care of yourself:^ (unlike me-)

a/n : oh anon, i hope you feel better and reach out for help. i hope this one shot piece gives you comfort. <3

hanma shuji

hanma ruffles your hair gently as you lay down on the bed, unmoving. you have been in this condition for a full week now and hanma could only cuddle with you in hopes you'll feel better somehow. he tries to be the jokester he is, doing his goofy jokes, anything to help you. he brings food, makes sure they're healthy ones so you'll a least have energy. he calls and texts all the time, whispering assurances to your ear. he wraps you up in a blanket and kisses your cheek every night. he isn't the smartest but he does tries his best.

rindou haitani

he rubs circles on your back as you vomit the lunch you ate just earlier. your body has refused to function as soon as you refused your medicine. it didn't help, you insisted but rindou was quick to catch the lies behind it. he knows you feel like an alien after eating it, like an unstable person. he helps rinsing your mouth. "you can't do this to yourself." he whispers, his heart aching to see in such conditions. he can only hope you'll stand down after weeks, perhaps months trying to get your medicine back in your system. rindou likes you happy but he also likes it more when you're yourself.

ran haitani

ran understands depression to some extent but having heard actual, vivid, thoughts about them made him uneasy. he hears how you slowly lose yourself, lose control over your life. it pains him to see the love of his life slowly succumbing into a cruel fate. since, he has worked from home. he made sure you were clean, helped you bathe, with your activities. you were fussy, he knows why. it makes you feel like you're a weight. "this is the least I can do. please, let me help." he pleads one night. he saw your eyes widened and he only hoped you'll let him in. he'll help with anything he can.

sanzu haruchiyo

sanzu has his own episodes so it's difficult to manage responsibilities at once when he has so many to fill in. he comes home and sees that you're in your unwell state again and grunted. he tries not to be a nuisance but finds himself using more substances again. he fears one day, it'll be too late and he'll lash it out on you. he had to drag you both to attend therapy, to hell with money, he thought. it's better safe than sorry and he'll never forgive himself if he ever hurts you.

[the-witch]

Ran haitani x yn