#rindo haitani x you

[bellabean24]

Hair Is Meant To Be Pulled

A/N: Sorry for the late post I didn't get home till 11pm. and tomorrow is gonna be another late day but I'll try to get it out at 11:30 pm

Kinktober day 6 Rindo Haitani x Fem!Reader

Word Count:802

Tags:NSFW,ModernAU, hair pulling, degrading kink

Synopsis:While having a Friday the 13th marathon with your boyfriend you pick up on how he keeps lightly tugging your hair

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You always wanted to have a Friday The 13th marathon with your boyfriend on Friday the 13th, but sadly you had to do it a week early as your boyfriend has a business trip next week. “Do we have to do it now, we can just do it when I get back on the 16th,” your boyfriend Rindo Haitani complains watching you move around the kitchen for snacks and drinks, “Yes we have to do it now.” Walking out the kitchen Rindo right behind pouting as you take a seat on the couch and pat the spot next to you. 

Much to your knowledge you didn’t notice the growing and painful hard on your boyfriend had, Rindo takes the spot next to you with a sigh he grabs the pillow before he sits laying it across his groin he leans back against the couch, you lean on your head on his shoulder and your arm across his waist. Pressing play on your TV remote the movie starts and Rindo already can’t wait for it to be over with. 

About 25 minutes into the movie you notice how Rindo keeps lightly tugging your hair and or twirling it around his finger causing it to curl right back up, “Why do you keep doing that?” you look up at him with pure confusion written on your face, “Keep doing what” looks down at you, his finger still twirling around your hair, “That why do you keep playing with my hair?” 

“Cause I like playing with, especially pulling it,” a smirk on his face as he leans down to give you a kiss, “Baby, can we try something.” he asks taking the TV remote from the table to pause the movie, “Try what” sitting up you look him in the eyes waiting for his response. 

“I wanna pull your hair when we fuck, like right now.” he pulls the pillow from his lap his hard on causing his sweatpants to tighten, “Right now?” your doe eyes looking up at him, “yea right now,” he pulls your body into his, colliding your lips with his. 

He nips at your bottom lip, his hands reaching out to pull your shirt off, “God you're so beautiful.” he mumbles into you his kisses leading down your neck to your chest, he takes your boob into his hands kneading it and rubbing his thumb over your nipples. “Hurry up Rin,” you lay back on the couch pulling on your waistband to your shorts, “Stop being so needy.”

Rindo takes your shorts and panties off moving your body so you're laying on your stomach, “A warning next time before you move me please,” you tease him looking over your shoulder to see his face, “Yea whatever. Get on your hands and knees baby.” 

You position yourself with your hands and knees holding you up, your slick cunt on full display, “Such a wet slutty pussy,” Rindo groans as he pulls his pants down his cock slapping against your ass. Rindo reaches his hand down to pull you up by your hair, “Oh fuck,” you moan your hand coming up to his on the back of your head, Rindo shoves his cock into your pussy causing you both to let out a breathless moan.

You cunt hugged his cock as Rindo starts to thrust into your hole, “F-fuck Rin,” moaning as he drills his cock into you, “Feel good slut?” he degrades you and tugs your hair causing a gurgled moan to leave past your lips. 

Your back arches against his front as his thumb rubs your neglected clit, “You're such a whore for my cock huh Y/N?” he nips at your neck leaving indents in its place as he chuckles into your neck. Rindo pulls his cock out of your hole making you whine from the emptiness, “That needy.” 

You thrust your hips back making his dick rub against your ass, “Put it back in baby” you whine, he takes his cock back into his hands slapping the tip against your ass cheek. 

You whine once again wiggling your hips against his, Rindo chuckles at your neediness taking his cock and thrusting it into your cunt, your ass ripples each time his hips make a connection. You can feel his tip kissing against that one sweet spot so deep into your cunt, “God I’m gonna come Rin,” you sob out, your pussy spasming around his cock pulling him as you squeeze around him. 

“Fuck keep squeezing around me baby.” Rindo’s own orgasm approaches as hot thick ropes of cum fill your pussy to the brim, some of it seeping out. His hands leaves your hair giving the back of your head a small kiss. 

"Love you baby" he says pulling out and giving you another small kiss, "Love you too"

©Bella2023

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, MINE ONLY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, but then he just stops and doesn’t think at all.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ i hope you guys like this!! part 2 for BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY. had such a fun time writing this and it’s just a lil goofy fic for lil goofy rindou and my lil goofy rindou enjoyers i love every one of yall!!!!

[MENTIONS] ˚⁀➷｡ reader smokes (she lights one cigarette), got inspired by jjk at one point but i’m not spoiling you, just pure chaoticness tbh

you can’t remember the last time you’ve been so excited. maybe when you got your scholarship? or when rindou asked you to be his girlfriend? who knows, but right now, you feel like you’re about to explode. you try to ignore ran’s messages, acting all offended he didn’t know you had to leave, but even when reading them, you can’t help but giggle and laugh and think about your oh-so-perfect plan.

“what’s taking him so long, though?” you wonder, and light a small candle. it’s grapefruit, and ran gifted you, blabbering on about how citrus makes the kitchen fresher. in boredom, you also slip a cigarette out of the pack, and put it between your lips, gently biting down the filter. the sweet taste of the watermelon spreads across the cellulose and you set the tobacco ablaze. “he better move quickly”.

meanwhile, rindou curses with every small push he’s subjected to. of course roppongi station is packed right when he needs to get somewhere fast. and not only that, but he also fucking lost the last last metro because he had no way to push himself into the wagon. fuck the hibiya line, fuck the salarymen and fuck everyone: now he’s gonna smell like sweat while he pleads with you not to break up with him.

“next station, ebisu. please disembark on the right side.”

one more to stop. next one’s his. he’s so ready for this, so so so ready. he’s got his little speech all planned out in his notes app, and he knows it by heart already. you’re not getting away and he’s gonna make you stay. he feels the adrenaline rushing through his veins. he-

a loud noise, light shake of the train and the lights suddenly shutting startle him from his reverie as he hears some belongings drop. god, he can hear that annoying sound even with stuffy ears.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” next, the sentence he’s been hoping not to hear echoes through the speakers.

we are terribly sorry to announce that the hibyia line is currently out of order due to technical difficulties. please stand by while we repair the train.

impossible. no, not today. please, god, let him do this one thing right. he can’t fuck this up today, have mercy on him. this one time only.

rindou exits the wagon, fingertips massaging at his forehead. he thinks positively, thinks wishfully, thinks pink and does calming exercises until, soon enough, he can no longer do so. so, him being him, being the youngest haitani, being impulsive, being the scare of roppongi and being rindou haitani, he just heads straight for the exit. once out, he bolts, and doesn’t look back: faster than in his extreme juvenile days, he runs so fast he makes the first 10-minute stretch in five. he doesn’t care for the people he pushes past, the ones that shoot him disapproving looks from the sidelines — he’s running the olympics — and he’s not about to give up. his medal’s just a little jog across the meguro river, that’s what he keeps repeating to himself.

and slowly, but for what feels like an eternity to him, but surely, he begins to recognize his surroundings — from the family mart around the yamate tunnel to the school support center — he sees them and starts to run faster. he reaches nakameguro in record time, and heads from the station straight to your apartment. he doesn’t care for the sunny weather or the overbearing heat or the nice surroundings that he always walks you home along, his goal is set straight.

he prays his legs won’t pass out on the way to 4-chome, where your apartment building resides, and pushes past everyone yet again. had someone looked at him attentively, they’d think he was some maniac running around to get his long-overdue heroin fix. ah, the duality of tokyo.

when he sees the familiar build, he sighs. “number 32, not really tall, grey, and large balconies full of greenery” he still quotes the text message you sent him, every single time he visits. it almost became a mantra these last years and it didn’t help that it all looks exactly the same, nothing having changed these last three years.

���haitani-kun! are you visiting y/n?” a familiar voice spooks him from behind. “oh, i’m sorry! did i startle you?”

turning around, he recognizes the owner of the voice.

“hasegawa-san! nice to see you!” he bows, and the little old lady just laughs. “yes, i am visiting y/n. how are you?”

smiling proudly at her correct guess, she signals him to the entrance. “i was out on a walk! but here, let me get you in.” scanning the magnet against the receptor, a small light flickers green and a mechanism does its thing behind the white plastic. rindou pushes the door with ease, allowing your neighbor to go in first.

“you don’t have to wait for me, i know that look when i see it.”

chizuru hasegawa. gosh, does he love that woman. she’s been your neighbor ever since you moved to 4-chome from your old apartment after a gas leak forced you out, and she’s been nothing but sweet and caring. she took care of you when rindou couldn’t: taught you how to cook (better), brought you meals during finals when you were not leaving your apartment because you had to study, helped you with commentaries for literature (rindou just sat there and listened, he liked reading soseki with you, but writing essays was too much for him) and overall acted like a sweet grandmother, ready to share advice with you whenever she saw something was bothering you during afternoon tea sessions on her balcony. hasegawa cared and still cares cautiously for the person he loves most, so he can’t help but love her too.

she was also a mistery. the wisest and most well-read person he’d ever come across, and he was sure there’s probably few to no other people that came close to her power of knowledge.

“look at me, rindou.” her voice is the same soft-spoken tune he knew, but it was still somehow threatening. almost like ran’s when he says “i’m not gonna be nice the second time around.”

“yes.” he gulps, and awaits for her next words.

“you look stressed, you think she’s gonna break up with you, don’t you?”he nods, “but you know she loves you too. and there’s no other person on this earth that y/n wants to spend her life with.”

a knot builds up in his stomach, and it’s like the reassurance he needed so badly for the last two weeks finally gives him closure. but still, how did she figure it out in … less than five minutes?!

“rindou, ” chizuru softly speaks again. “let me see the other ring.” once she points to the piece of jewelry, the boy’s eyes widen in disbelief and he clutches his necklace. shortly after, he rummages through his sweatpants’ pockets.

left, right, left, right, left, right.

with every vain grasp he feels his heart-pace quicken and the sweat forming beads everywhere on his forehead.

left, right, left, right, left, right.

“no, no, no way…” he touches every part of his body, trying to make sure he didn’t accidentally put the ring somewhere else, but when he reaches the verdict that yes, he’s probably lost it while he was running over here, his heart shatters and he is disappointed in himself.

head lowering and salt-water lining his waterline, he covers his face in frustration. it’s like the world fell on his back and now it refuses to get off.

“you’ve made this so much easier for me!” she laughs and rindou’s face drops lower than before. hasegawa reaches into her hand-bag and takes out a small, red, velvet box. when she opens it, rindou’s mouth somehow falls agape yet again.

it’s two rings, they’re insanely beautiful, only they seem to be inside out — the inner parts have intricate kanji engraved all upon them, adorned with a few beautiful stones, leveled nicely into the metal, while the outside is simple, brass, still shiny albeit obvious years of not being worn or cared for at all.

“you know, i once had someone like you.” the old woman sighs, “when i was young, i met a very nice boy. and to make a long story short, i lost him due to some unfortunate circumstances.” she pauses before speaking again, “y/n is the daughter i never had, and when i look at her and then look at you, i see us. me and.. the first boy i fell in love with.”

a shiver runs down his spine, hoping she still continues the story.

“you see, rindou… evil spirits are more than evil, they’re malefic, to put it nicely.” the boy tilts his head to the right. “they’re like a pest, only they don’t really die. they’re always gonna be around. tell me, you haven’t been sleeping, right?”

“yeah.”

“and for two weeks, wow, that’s a lot.”

he thinks he’s dreaming. what is happening?

“and you feel like your ears are blocked, am i right?” he nods again, “and if i may guess correctly, you either have dreams of someone smashing your head, or y/n’s. and you wake up with a roaring headache. aaaand.. a lot of intrusive thoughts?”

“hasegawa-san, how do you know all that?”

“change out the ring with this one.” she instructs and rindou, though sheepishly, slides his golden ring off the chain and replaces it with the other.

“why.. ” he looks at the woman, “why did my ears unstuff?”

she simply laughs, and swats her palm around in the air. “i’ll tell you when you’re older. now, go.” she puts the box in his right hand and gently folds his left one over it.

he looks at her with eyes full of hope. whatever the hell is up with this woman, he doesn’t know. and frankly, he doesn’t want to. for the first time ever, he feels somewhat scared of a person who has no way of tackling him in a fight.

she nods, and that’s rindou’s signal to sprint up the stairs. luckily the building isn’t tall, so the fifth floor — the one you live on — is just a few skips of stairs away.

when he reaches the door, he knocks. not once, not twice, tens of times, like he’s a broken machine.

“rin!” you greet him, “ho-”

“marry me.” he’s not asking you.

your jaw hits the floor. he’s just as surprised, why should he lie to himself?

“marry me, y/n.” clumsily, he gets down on one knee and opens the box. your hands cover your mouth once you see the ring. “i don’t care if you want to break up with me for the time you’re going back home, i don’t care if you want to break up with me because of some other reason, because i don’t want to. it doesn’t have to be this year, or next or the next three or five. whenever you want is fine. just—”

“of course i’m not breaking up with you, you dumbass!” you exclaim, offended. you look to the side, cheeks flushed and smile begging to rip your cheeks apart, “yes.”

“w-what?” rindou stutters. he couldn’t even comprehend that he’s asked you to marry him, yet alone that you’ve said yes.

“oh my god, get up already!” you pull him up by his shirt, and then down, close to your face. “yes, i’m gonna marry you. i don’t know for sure if this year, or next or in three or in five, but i’ll definitely marry you.” you parrot his little speech, giddy and delighted.

he takes the ring out of the box, and slides it on your finger. then, CRASH. his lips come down on yours mindlessly, and he holds your entire body so close to his, as if you’d fall apart into a million shards and disappear any minute now. and his head feels lighter and he guesses that whatever hasegawa may have done with those rings, they’re also probably gonna make his nightmares go away too.

“you’re coming with me.” you break the kiss to make space for announcement.

“what?” rindou malfunctions, “you weren’t gonna break up with me?”

“no, rin. i just wanted to get you pumped but that took a very wrong turn, apparently. you’re coming home with me, this summer.”

oh, bless his little heart.

🏷️ taglist @sirachano0dles @idktbhloley thank you for reading <3

[evergone]

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[zeltqz]

birthday boyyaaaaaya | haitani rindou

a/n: wrote this up real quick cuz I didn’t wanna miss this man’s birthday. Enjoy this lil one shot :))

tags: friends with benefits to lovers, oral sex, clingy Rindou, reader and Rindou are both in love with each other but are incredibly clueless

The sun was filtering through your curtains, shining down on where you were laying in bed with Rindou. Your hand ran all over his shoulders as you two kissed. The two of you had lost track of time at this point. His hand on your waist slid down to your thighs, cupping it before sliding it over his hips.

Your hands on his shoulders pushed him to lay down flat on the bed, lifting a leg over to straddle him. You placed both of your hands beside his head, looking down at him beneath you. His cheeks were flushed a light hue of pink that you always teased him for even though he adamantly denies it each time.

You bite down on your lip as you laughed. “You’re blushing again.”

He deadpanned at you. “I don’t blush."

“You always get so red when I do this.” You leaned back down to his ear. His breathing flattered when your lips brushed his lobe, tugging at it with your teeth before sliding down to his neck. You licked a stripe along his skin, up to his jaw and raised his head up for a better angle.

“Fuck,” he breathed heavily, gripping your ass tight when you bit down. You slowly began to grind against him, moving back to his lips for a kiss. He kissed you back hungrily, sitting up and pulling you close.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you kissed him back, playing with the ends of his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands left your ass and slid under your shirt. Cold hands ran up and down your stomach, inching towards your waist to pull you closer. Your chest smushed against his, and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

“Take this shit off,” he grumbled as he tugged at your shirt.

You let out a breathy chuckle and pulled away, looking down at his hands impatiently fumbling with your buttons. “Calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” You removed his hand and began to unbutton your skirt.

“This too.” He reached behind your ass, tugging at the zipper on your pencil skirt.

“Stop rushing me.” You unbuttoned the last one and slipped your shirt over your head, then reached behind you for the zipper. At the angle you were sitting at, it was a struggle to take it off, so you slid off the bed.

Rindou grabbed your arm. “Where are you going”?

“Calm down. It’s easier to take it off like this.” You slid it down your legs and neatly folded it on the edge of his bed, not wanting to crease it for work tomorrow. “Happy?”

He stared at your half nude form, only in your bra and panties and bit his lip. “Come here.” He gestured and you wasted no time, eagerly darting back on top of him.

This time, Rindou greedily ran his hands up and down your body, making sure to not miss even an inch of skin. His hands ran up and down your back, hugging your body tightly to his, all as his tongue explored your mouth. You cupped his face, running the edge of your thumbs along his jaw.

His hands undid your bra and a cold breeze hit your skin as he pushed your bra off. Without wasting a beat, he palmed your breasts, punching your nipples and making your back arch as you angled for more.

“Rin, please,” you breathed against his lips. He bit down on your lip, eagerly listening to your pleas.

He left your mouth and ran his lips down your to your jaw, sucking intently, then past your neck as he made his way down to your breasts. He sealed his lips around your nipple and your head fell back, holding the back of his head. He moved to the other nipple that was hard and aching for him, his hand palming your other breast.

You pushed him back down onto his back, pinning both of his arms to the side of his face and kissed down his neck. Your hands left his to lift his shirt up past his chest and ran your hands down his muscles as you made your way down to his crotch.

He sat onto his elbows and watched you reach inside his pants, pulling out his cock. You pumped him steadily, pulling him back in for a kiss. Your thumb rubbed along his slit and he hissed into your mouth. You giggled and tugged on his bottom lip, drawing it out before letting go. You settled back between his legs and looked him straight in the eye as you ran your tongue up and down the length of his cock.

“Fuckkkk.” He threw his head back, biting his lip hard when you brought your mouth to his tip and started to circle it with your tongue. You took him into your mouth with a long moan that had his hips jerking. You began to suck him off eagerly, taking as much as you could fit into your mouth without choking.

His hand found your hair and began to press you down when his cock hit the back of your throat. You choked and he held you down for a few seconds before letting go. Your head shot up and you went back to sucking his tip, humming as you bobbed your head up and down.

There was a knock at the door and you both froze, startled. “Are you two love birds done? The taxi is like ten minutes away.”

Your eyes flew open to stare at Rindou who looked less shocked as you. “Oh crap.” You slipped off his bed. “I forgot we were going out later.”

“I remembered,” Rindou said simply. “I hope you would’ve forgot though.”

You rolled your eyes. “One second Ran! Gimme like five minutes to get ready. Oh, and we’re not love birds!”

Ran let out an unenthusiastic hum. “Tell Rindou to get dressed too.”

You looked down at the younger Haitani, lounging on the bed shirtless with his dick out. “Yeah, I will.” You stormed over to his closet and began to pick something decent to wear out.

He turned 21 today and his father purchased a nightclub for him to run as a present. Rindou wasn’t excited one bit, and could care less about owning one of the most upcoming prestige club in the city. He knew the opening for the club was tonight, but was more excited spending the afternoon with you. He hoped he would be able to distract you long enough that you would both miss the opening. Everything was going so well and he was sure it had slipped your mind by now until Ran had to open his big fat fucking mouth.

“Wear this suit.” You tossed it onto his bed. He watched it land and looked at you as you continued to scour his closet for accessories. “Where’s that nice watch I got you last year. Wear that too.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Why not! This night is so huge for you. You’re gonna become a businessman!”

“Sounds lame.”

“You’re lame,” you countered, rolling your eyes. You picked out a few nice rings and the watch and moved back to sit next to him on the bed. “Gimme your hand.”

He deadpanned at you and you kept gesturing. He finally gave in with a hefty sigh, holding his hand out as you began to slip the rings onto his fingers. As you fitted the watch onto his wrist, he began eyeing your neck. He leaned in and began sucking on your neck.

“Rin, stop. We have to go soon.” His hand came up to your neck, lifting your head up to look at the ceiling to give him more access. He kissed and sucked all over the plane of your neck, down to your throat. “Rindou I’m serious. We have like five minutes.”

“We don't have to go. It’ll be fine.” He shifted onto the bed, pulling you on top of him. You were reluctant but it wasn’t until he slowly eased you in with a kiss did you finally give in.

“I don’t want your dad to like shoot me in the face for making you miss this or something,” you said with an airy laugh despite being dead serious.

“He won’t do that, come on.”

“He’s scary!”

He shut you up with another kiss, gripping your ass tight. “He’ll get over it. Ran can run the club better than I can anyway.”

“Are you sure?” you mumble against his lips, holding eye contact.

“Sure about what?”

“Missing tonight. Wont it like make your dad really angry?”

He shrugged. “It’s not that deep. He will get over it.” He could see the concern written all over your face and pecked your lips. “I swear. He will like be mad for two days then get over it.”

“But this is a whole club though. Like people are showing up and everything.”

“Not my problem.” He flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you, your legs spreading to accommodate him on top of you. “Didn’t ask for this shit.” He kissed down your body, making his way to your legs. He spread them apart and pushed your panties to the side.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, throwing your head back when his tongue licked at your slit. You ran your fingers through his hair.

There was another knock at the door, louder this time. “Cars downstairs, are you coming or not?”

You looked down at the boy between your legs, his eyes closed as he devoured your pussy, having every intention of ignoring his brother. You recognised that and sighed, fixing your voice to sound as firm as possible and said, “Rindou will be a bit late.”

You could practically feel Ran roll his eyes from behind the door with the sigh he let out. “Man whatever. Tell him we will be waiting.”

“Mhmhm,” your voice came out shaky when he slipped a finger inside you. Your hand flew to your mouth, hiding your moan behind your palm when he began pumping his finger in and out, his tongue continuing its never ending torture against your clit.

He slipped another finger in, and your back arched off the bed. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pulling his fingers out to grip your thighs, spreading your legs apart to stuff more of his face against your pussy.

“I’m cumming! Holy shit, wait wait—“ He in fact didn’t wait, his tongue speeding up rapidly against your clit. You tugged his hair hard enough he thought you’d rip it out. He licked you through it as you came down from your high, your hips stuttering as you slowly calmed down.

“Oh my fucking god, that was so good.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t bother wiping his face, hovering over you and kissing you slowly. “You sleeping here tonight?”

He watched you think about it. “I dunno. I have work tomorrow and knowing you I’ll get like one hour of sleep cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” you grumbled playfully.

“I promise I will.”

“I dunnoooooooooo.”

“Please.” He pressed his nose against yours. “I’ll drive you back to yours early before work. Promise.”

“You’re too clingy. Fine,” you agreed and he smiled widely. You rolled your eye and pushed him off of you, standing up from his bed to stretch.

He sat up against the edge of the bed and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your stomach. He kissed around your belly button and looked up at you with a smirk.

“What did I just say about being clingy?” He shrugged and continued kissing along your stomach. You lifted his face up to look at you. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

He pulled you back into his lap. “Thank you,” he moved to your ear and whispered slowly, “baby.”

Your cheeks heated up and you pushed him away. “Don’t say that so subtly!”

“What?” He said with a smile, “it’s just a word.”

“Wanna know what’s just a word?” You leaned in closer to his ear and whispered, “Daddy.”

“Oh fuck off.” He pushed you off and you landed on your back on the bed. You couldn’t stop laughing as he stood up from the bed. “You know I hate that shit.”

“It’s just a word though.”

“Don’t act stupid.” He changed into his pyjamas and tossed you a spare shirt to wear. You also got changed and slid into bed with him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The room was silent for a couple minutes and you wondered if he was asleep or not. You began to think about what the two of you had going on. It felt intimate but there wasn’t a label to it.

“Hey Rin,” you said into the air. He hummed in response. “Look at me.” He shifted to face you and put a hand on your hip.

“What’s up.”

“Are you…are you ever gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?” He blinked and you almost immediately regretted it. “Nevermind, forget I—”

“You like me?” He looked ultimately shocked and confused which made you confused.

“Yeah? Everybody knows at this point. Even Ran. That’s why he calls us lovebirds.”

“That was for you? I thought he was calling us that because he knew I liked you.”

You froze. “Wait, you like me?”

“Of course. I didn’t know you liked me though.

“Wasn’t it obvious? I don’t sleepover at guys' houses for no reason. Dumbass.”

He snorted and buried his head in your chest. “Oh fuck, I feel so dumb.” You laughed and played with his hair. “This whole fucking time you liked me?”

“Whole time. Even before we started…doing this.”

“I’m glad.” He looked up at you and you pecked him on the lips.

“Me too.”

[wakasaz]

Thinking about Rin sitting his glasses on your head while giving you a kiss before a fight.

Ran just walked away and went to talk to Kakucho when you walked over to Rin. He was stretching and getting ready for the fight.

“rinny” you say as you stand next to him. He smiles at you while standing, pulling you into his embrace. “Did you come to cheer me on?” He says cockily as he sways you both slightly. You giggle. “Always”

You stay in each other's embrace for a few moments talking every now and then. Ran yells for Rin to hurry up, the other gang is here and the fight is going to start. Rin pulls you in for a kiss gently laying his glasses on top of your head. “Take care of those for me, yeah?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Rin, you can make out with your girlfriend after. Hurry the hell up” Ran yells. Rin gives you one last kiss before running over to his brother.

[rinrinx2]

Their ideal type in the bedroom

Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.

Character: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho

Warning: Smut, mature content.

Ran

His type is the clueless innocent type.

He enjoys the look of nervousness in your eyes as he approaches you.

Will tease you for getting shy when he starts touching you over your clothes.

Your whiny moans from him just touching you makes him so hard and it’s not long till his removing every article of your clothing.

Love’s how you try to hide yourself when you’re naked.

“Don’t hide yourself princess”

When he gets into the act his slow at first teasing his tip at your entrance watching as you try to hold back your moans, to shy to let him see how you’re having fun.

Is only going to put it in when you’re a moaning mess.

When the two of you finally get into the rhythm of fucking he goes faster.

And he knows once you’re on his dick that shy demeanor is gone as you moan and cry on his cock for me.

“Ran fuck me harder” you moan out drooling from your mouth as Ran fucks you in doggy.

“I’m not going any faster till you’re creaming on my cock”

Rindou

His type is the confident type.

He loves a woman who knows she sexy and is willing to make a show of it.

His favourite sight is coming home and seeing you splayed out on the bed in lingerie barely covering anything.

“All this just for me” Rindou says as he loosens his tie.

He likes when you keep your confident appearance, with your bouncing up and down on his cock while he watches your tits bouncing around.

But even with you taking some control his still the main one in charge, he does this by setting the pace making sure that if you close to cumming he will slow down his hips.

He has to pinch your nipples while you ride him so he can see that needy look in your eyes.

When he sees you’re tired from riding him he will smack your ass so hard you fall forward with your body laying against his, he takes this opportunity to fuck you from below.

“Now baby I’m about to fuck your pretty brains out” Rindou says as you feel his cock push deep into you from below.

Sanzu

His type is those who have no self restraint, he loves a desperate bitch.

His favourite thing is getting videos while his at work, watching as you push your fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let your thoughts of him fill your head.

He loves the sight of you loosing yourself, unable to even wait for him to get home and fuck you.

And when he does get home his not waiting another second to fill your needy cunt.

The feeling of your warm slick walls motivating him to fuck into you harder.

“Can tell how desperate you are by how tight you’re getting” he growls as he fucks into you like a mad man letting out a laugh.

And you’re getting fucked to good to even say a word just cries of pleasure.

He loves how you’re begging him for more, your pussy trying to take more of his cock.

“Daddy lil desperate slut wants to devour his cock”

Kakucho

His type is someone who completely submits themselves.

His use to serving others always following commands, so the thought of having someone do exactly as he says has his cock slit leaking at the thought.

He loves coming home from work, seeing you sitting on the floor in front of his chair, already knowing that he needs head after a long day at the office.

His going to sit on a chair opposite the bed spewing commands to you, watching you follow them with his cock in his hand as he strokes it as you follow each step.

“Now play with that pussy” he commands as you tease your clit.

Is definitely going to call you when his on business trips so he can command you to put on a show.

Just because his away doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.

“That’s right princess bend in front of the camera, let me see those pussy lips”

Is not going to stop commanding you till you’re a mess on his cock and desperately need to cum.

“Sir please” you beg feeling your orgasm get closer with each bounce on his cock.

“You’re not cumming till I say so” Kakucho says with a loud smack to your ass.

And he has you bounce on his cock till your slick is practically dripping down his thighs and into the floor beneath the two of you.

“Cum for my baby” he commands as you gush around his cock.

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[the-atlas-sister]

TᕼEY ᗯᗩᒪK Iᑎ Oᑎ YOᑌ ᑕᕼᗩᑎGIᑎG/ᑎᗩKEᗪ- TOKYO ᖇEᐯ. ᑭᗩᖇT TᗯO

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

(IM SORRY IF SOME ARE OOC CAUSE- CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ALL THE CHARACTERS ALL TOO WELL)

𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

At the beginning of your day you had no idea that your boyfriend would be clinging to you at the end of your date, saying he just wanted to keep you, just for the night.

And how could you deny him with that cocky smirk of his, the one he gave you when he knew that you just couldn't say no to him.

So now here you were, stripping out of your uncomfortable date attire, still aiming to visually please your boyfriend after a year of being together. You shivered slightly as you stood in the bathroom in only your undergarments. You looked down at the pile of clothes Rindo had offered you, noticing that he not so slyly failed to include any shirts.

"Rindo?" you called, pulling on a pail of his loose boxers.

"You ready- woah." You flushed, your face turning hot as Rindo opened the bathroom door- his eyes going wide as he eyed your topless figure.

"You didn't have to barge in, I just need a shirt..." you grumbled, subconsciously covering your chest and torso.

"I kinda like you like this," he chuckled, leaning on the doorframe, making you roll your eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll go grab you a shirt." He laughed slightly with that same stupid smirk you had fallen in love with. You couldn't help but blush as he winked and turned around- seemingly to find you that shirt.

𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

Being Rindo Haitani's best friend had a lot of advantages. Roaming through the streets of Tokyo feeling safer then you ever have, getting the opportunity to beat his ass at any game you play together and of course, the opportunity to tease his brother.

Opportunities, like this one for example.

"He- o-oh," Ran said, his eyes going slightly wide as he opened to door to his brother's room, only to find you wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Yes?" you said, smirking slightly at his flushed cheeks as he not so subtly eyed your naked body.

"I- I was looking for Rindo," Ran said, continuing to stare at your legs and body. "Thought he'd be in here."

"He's in the bathroom," you stated, bending over teasingly to pick up your shirt. You felt Ran's gaze on your ass, making your smile giddily.

"I didn't know you two..."

"We don't," you said quickly. You stood up fully and looked at the taller brother. "We were just messing around in the rain and Rindo let me shower here."

"Oh," Ran hummed, a tone of almost... relief in his voice. "Well, sorry for walking in on you."

"Don't be," you said with a small smile.

Ran smirked back at you before walking out of the room.

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘

You knew how much Sanzu idolized you. He told you every day, every night and every time in between. But as you stared at your own naked body in the long mirror within your shared bedroom... you just couldn't understand why.

You were having a day where it seemed as though every flaw you saw within yourself was pushing to the front of your mind, all desperate for attention.

You bit you lip lightly as you ran a hand along the skin on your stomach, continuing to graze over your hips.

"What did I get to deserve this?" you heard Sanzu's voice break you from your trance, making you jump slightly. You hadn't even heard the door open. You look at him behind you through the mirror- unable to bear the look of pure admiration shining in his eyes. The scars on his cheeks wrinkled at he smiled at you widely. He threw off his jacket and approached you. His hands replaced your own, quickly wrapping around your stomach and hips. "My perfect girl, naked and waiting for me," he mumbled, placing a soft kiss behind your ear and along the back of your neck.

"Don't say that," you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from what you saw as the flaws littering your body.

"Hm? Say what? How perfect you are?" Sanzu asked, looking at you in the mirror. "Can't understand how you can't see how beautiful you are, my pretty girl." He continued to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders. "Lemme show you, yeah?"

𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒

Living with someone was weird.

This is what you had come to realize after you and Seishu made the decision to move in together. The first few weeks were nice, being able to cuddle to sleep, cook for one another and preform other domestic activities.

It wasn't until you walked in on him pissing for about the third time due to his forgetting to close the door, that you realized how odd it truly felt.

Even after weeks of being in the same of apartment, you had yet to change in front of one another. Hell, you don't know if Seishu has even really seen you naked. Both of you would shyly wander into the bathroom when it came time to change for the day or take a shower.

But now, you figured it would be fine to change in your shared bedroom. Seishu was still at work so it'd probably be fine. Right?

You hadn't even heard the door open when he walked in. You were completely naked, only covered by your underwear. You jumped in surprise when you felt Seishu's hand, rough from working in the shop, grab your own softly. He turned you to face him, his green eyes silently scanning your body.

Your face flushed as he raised your arm slightly, as if he was examining your body.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined," he said softly, hesitantly reaching out to touch the skin of your waist. You shyly looked away, leaning into his touch as you shared this new level of intimacy. "Wanna see more of you," he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊

Being Takemichi's cousin fucking sucked.

You had no idea how it happened, but you had become wound up in your cousin's time travel. You honestly didn't understand most of it. All you knew is that his future and your present, was constantly shifting and you remembered every bit of it.

The only consistent thing you knew was Naoto Tachibana.

In every changing timeline, Naoto was there. There for your cousin and for you.

Which is how you found yourself within the detective's small apartment. You didn't understand it, but he said with the current timeline, it would be safer for you to stay with him. You currently stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, wearing an extra pair of his shorts and your bra. You tried to figure out how you had gotten yourself in this situation. Or better yet, how Takemichi had gotten you in this situation.

You snapped from your trance when you heard the door to the bathroom click. You turned to see as Naoto opened the door, his eyes going suddenly wide as his gaze settled on your topless figure.

"S-sorry," he said, clearing his throat a bit and turning to the side, an obvious blush on his cheeks. "You were taking a while. I was worried."

You couldn't help but smile softly at his show of worry. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed a crush on the younger man and his worrisome tone made your heart flutter. "I'm okay," you said softly, pulling on his oversized shirt. "I was just thinking about stuff."

"Future stuff?" he asked, finally looking back at you. She somehow looks even better in my clothes, he thought with a small blush.

"Present for us," you chuckled bitterly, looking back at the mirror.

"Right," Naoto nodded. "We could... talk about it when you're done if you'd like."

You smiled back and him and nodded slightly.

𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

You had always had a crush on Kakucho. Ever since you could remember knowing him you had. And you knew he had a crush on you as well. It was obvious.

You could tell from the way he watched you play in the rain, or how protective he got simply by someone looking at you the wrong way.

What you didn't understand was why he hadn't confessed. It had been years and yet... nothing. Perhaps it was his more shy demeanor when he was with you. Or perhaps it was Izana being your brother.

Whatever it was... you had had enough.

You inhaled deeply as you paced within Kakucho's room. You wore a pair of short shorts and your bra. Remember the plan, you reminded yourself. You had just stumbled into his home trying to get out of the rain. You had to strip and change clothes to try and get warm. He had said you were always welcome so it should work.

You stiffened as you heard the door to Kakucho's bedroom click open. Regrets and thoughts of what could go wrong flooded your mind as he opened the door. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they grew as wide as saucers. His hand stayed glued to the door handle and he stayed frozen in place.

"I can explain-"

"Naked-" Kakucho choked out, his face turning a shade of red you had never seen before.

"What?" you almost wanted to laugh at his response.

"You're naked- in my bedroom," he continued, his grip tightening on the door handle. His free hand went to his crotch. You raised an eyebrow at the action.

"I was just trying to get out of the rain and I remembered that you said I was always welcome-"

"It's not raining," Kakucho stated, his brows furrowing in confusion.

You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting such a critical detail. "Shit," you mumbled, your face flushing. "Look- I'm sorry-" You quickly collected your shirt and went to walk past Kakucho and out the door.

His hand quickly moved to softly grab your upper arm before you could leave, his gaze remaining straight ahead. You looked up at him with wide and hopeful eyes. "Don't tell Izana," he said softly before pulling you into the room and closing the door behind him.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/735171493771771904

[pfpanimes]

⌕ tokyo revengers - ep 45.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[koishiro]

Dating B4 Bonten Rindou Haitani <3

[fic-dumpster]

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

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

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

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

have a good day/night pookie 💋😘🙈

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

Slim Pickings || Bonten x Reader 1.9k+ words

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

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

“A TikTok trend,” you answered casually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─────── · · ·

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─────── · · ·

With a triumphant look, Rindou stood ready.

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

Everyone panicked meanwhile Mochi went for an ice pack.

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

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

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

─────── · · ·

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─────── · · ·

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another day,” you weakly replied.

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

─────── · · ·

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

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

Normalcy… how unusual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, and frequently, ran doesn’t think too much.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is like the “backstory” for the ring. MAYBE i’ll turn it into a multiple part. i also put it in the timeline where everyone is happy because i really love everyone being friends. wrote it because rays’s version destroyed me !!!!!!!!!!!

he spins the ring on his finger. he slides it off. he looks at it. he lets it hang from his neck, on the chain. he sighs.

“now what the hell is up with you?” barging in, ran asks. “who shat in your cereal every morning for the past two weeks?” he says, opening the kitchen cupboard to take — funny enough — some cereal out.

“i’m not in the mood, ran.” his younger brother spits back, head falling against the wooden table.

“hey now, there’s something really wrong with you if you’re acting like .. this.” pointing at him, he sits down, fat bowl of cereal clashing against the dark block, spilling some milk onto it. “now, spill.” with mouth full, he tries to choke out the words, spoon in his brothers face the moment he gulps down the first mouthful.

“you’re gross sometimes.” rindou just sighs, looking away.

“what’s with the ring?” ignoring the insult, the lanky haitani just continues his questioning. “by the way, the blue doesn’t look that bad on you.”

“it’s mine, and i got a matching one for y/n.” the other explains, “thanks, by the way. it was her idea to dye it like this.”

“you wanna propose to her?” his older brother asks, chewing loudly. “y’know we’re still just teenagers?”

“no shit, big head.” rolling his eyes, rindou feels the exasperation dig its roots deeper into his brain. “i’m not proposing. yet. but i don’t know if i should give it to her.” he finally says, letting ran in on his worries.

“and why not? what’s that? cartier, right?”

“no brand can escape your gaze, you’re really unbelievable.”

“thanks, bro, love you too.” as he swallows his last spoonful, ran winks.

“not in a good way.” the younger sibling announces, earning a displeased look from his brother.

“now you’re the annoying one. fuck’s going with you two?” ran finally snaps, trying not look worried. after all, he loves his brother, but they don’t do that kind of talking.

“she’s leaving next week” rindou finally manages to choke out.

“what? what do you mean?” his brother asks, taken aback by the sudden information.

“her student visa’s expired. she’s gotta go back home until gets it renewed.”

it pains him to even think about it. he hasn’t eaten in almost fourteen days, ever since he found out. but what pains him even more is how excited you are about going back home. about going away from him.

he thinks it’s selfish, because he knows how much you’ve missed your parents and how much you’ve waited for a holiday that’s long enough to return.

“if the flights take four days in total and i want to stay for two weeks, then i’d rather not go anymore.” you always said. “i want to spend as much time as possible, without having to rush anything, y’know?

but maybe sometimes love is all about being selfish, loving someone with your whole heart. maybe he wants to never let you leave without him. maybe he can’t let you leave without him because he can’t stand not being an 8 minute subway ride away from you.

“don’t tell me you got some of those control issues, the pretty tiktok girls say they’re not cute at all…” ran comments, dodging an uppercut by a mere second.

“can you take me seriously for once? i think she wants to break up with me, she called me over today saying we have to talk.” rin frowns, blond-blue bangs covering his tired eyes. “i shouldn’t have believed that tiktok reading that said good news are coming my way.”

“you’re so fucking dumb, lord have mercy.”

“excuse me, ran?”

“you’re excused. let’s get this straight: does it really matter to you wether she’s oceans away or in meguro? what do you think she’s gonna do, break up with you only to return in three months and see you everywhere? do you really think y/n’s that kind of girlfriend? throw away three years BECAUSE OF A VISA?! fuck outta here with that insecure crap, rin. i raised you better than that.”

on the inside, ran smiles. oh, how he loves knocking sense into his younger brother. truly the best activity.

“now go and talk to her.”

rindou hesitates.

“i won’t say it nicely the second time around.” the older one threatens, and rindou jolts up from his chair and bolts through the door, house slippers still on, door wide open. before ran can say anything else, rindou’s voice echoes from the staircase into the kitchen:

“i’ll buy a new pair when i get back, don’t start bitching, please! i’ve got a girl i have to convince not to break up with me!”

his older brother laughs as he pulls out his phone.

sister in law

(16:22) he’s on his way.

then, a ping fills the empty space.

sister in law

(16:23) already talked to mikey. everything’s going great.

(16:23) love you, big head

(16:23)🫰

maybe ran’s not gonna tell you the reason rindou is running like a maniac through minato ward right now.

ugh, is his head really that big?

tagging: @h4nman BECAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY😡😡😡 ; @sirachano0dles <3 i might start a taglist if i make this into a multiple part fic?!?

[katsune-nya]

Tokyo Revengers' characters kinks headcanons.

I'm ovulating. I'm sorry.

Contains: Mikey, Draken, Taka, Kei, Ran and Rindo.

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

Size: No matter if you're bigger, smaller, or the same size as him, his energy and dominance make him always seem bigger than you when he has you pinned under him or in a full nelson. He's so strong, he can hold you in any position he wants, manhandling you and using you as he pleases for as long as he wants to have you. On the bed, on the air, against a wall, on top of a counter. He'll have you anywhere he wants and you won't even want to protest when you see his dark eyes above you ordering to be good for him.

Mommy/Daddy: My boy is a subby switch. He wants to be your baby. Dress him up in cute femenine pastel lingerie and caress his face, do his hair and kiss him all over, ride him or pound into him until you make him cry and he will always be yours. He will brat, but only so you can put him in his place, and please love on him, pamper him. Baby him. Aftercare is holding him on your chest or as the little spoon, caressing and kissing him while whispering sweet nothings on his skin.

Lactation: There's little he loves more than sucking and lightly nipping on your nipples and grabbing on your chest as he drinks up the milk that comes out. He can do it untouched or with you jerking him off. He massages your breasts and sucks on your nipples like a baby, eyes closed and lips pouty, grabby hands and laying on your lap and arm. He could stay there all day.

Ken "Draken" Ryūguji:

Breeding+Pregnancy: Regardless of if you can, he loves the idea of getting you pregnant. From cumming inside you to your body changing. Your belly getting round and skin stretching. Your body getting softer, your breasts filled with milk. You carrying his child, making him a dad. Just the thought of it makes him aroused, he wants to claim you as his and see you pregnant with his baby. He goes insane and only wishes you could do it for him.

Discipline: He likes the control, power, dominance and ownership he feels when he trains you like his little pet. He has a rule book and teaches you commands, and when you disobey he loves to bend you over his lap and spank you or fuck your face like a fleshlight leaving you untouched with no permission to finish yourself off. Too good at brat taming, you can't misbehave with him.

Soft Sex: He loves to just make love to you sometimes, no dominance, no submission, just love, softness, touching and kissing and showing you how much he adores you. Low lights, soft scents in the air, laying you on the bed and showing you that you're the most important person in his life and for you to do the same. You can softly pull on his hair, or scratch his back, but apart from that, he wants it to be sweet, soft, loving and warm, like your embrace.

Takashi Mitsuya:

Bondage/Shibari: He has an eye for the arts, for aesthetics, and what's prettier than his little baby wrapped up like a gift for him? He runs his hands softly on your skin as he dexterously ties the knots. He touches all over your body when he's done. If you allow him to, he takes the most beautiful pictures of you in the position he set you in. The dominance he feels when you can't move and aren't able to push him away after the never ending orgasms he gives you is just a plus.

Lingerie: Another obvious one. He makes you fits to wear for him. You're his favorite model. He loves to just watch you doing anything on them, and sooner than later he's hugging you from the back, caressing your body and kissing on your neck to show you how much he wants you on the bed with him. He makes love to you while wearing the sets and moving them to the side or sometimes it's not even needed to move thanks to the design.

Pleasure Dom: Well, more than a kink is an identity. His goal when you are together is to make you feel good, over and over again. He gets off to your pleasure. He always goes down on you to begin the act and rarely wants retribution. He likes to caress your whole body, overstimulate you and kiss you the whole time. He's soft, caring, and so detailed with his actions that even if you are hard to please, he has you twitching below him in a matter of minutes.

Keisuke Baji:

Primal: He's a wild guy, we know that. He likes hunting you down, biting, scratching, having to rough you up into a position and make you take it. He pins you to the bed, floor, furniture, and humps you like a rabid animal in heat. He pulls your hair, grabs your neck, spanks you. He likes to play rough. He grunts as he pounds into you and when he tastes you. He likes to have you at his mercy but because he earnt it. He likes you being feisty, fighting back, bratting to him. It gives him motivation to really make you feel how much he wants to take you.

Pet Play: Puppy, Kitten, Bunny, anything you want, he'll love it. He likes to mix this up with primal play too sometimes, and be a predator running to catch you. Or your owner who wants to breed you, show you who's the leader of the pack. He gets you collars and accessories, a few leashes to walk you around and pull you to him, to keep you still. He'll always give you a treat if you behave... Or a punishment if you don't.

Brat Taming: He loves making you submit. He loves when you give him an attitude, disobey, misbehave, it makes the dynamic more exciting and he has an excuse to make you listen one way or the other or physically "force" you into submission. He likes the power dynamic, the fact that you don't just obey but he has to earn it, and the way you finally break and let him do as he pleases.

Ran Haitani:

Gagging: On his cock. On his fingers. Just gag on him. It makes him feel big and strong, dominant above you. He pushes your face until your nose rubs against his skin and keeps you there until you make those noises for him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth while he pounds into you. He loves to give you more than you think you can handle. 'Cause you're his good little baby, and you can take it.

Spitting: He spits on your hole to add more lubrication. Opens your mouth while grabbing onto your face to spit inside it. He sees it as another show of dominance and a way of marking you. He likes when you stick your tongue out for him so he slowly lets the string of saliva drop on it and make you swallow, then kisses you deeply. You have to take all of him, taste all of him, swallow all of him.

Double Penetration: Whether it's on one hole or two, with a toy or someone else, he loves filling you up completely. He likes making you overstimulated, overwhelmed, dumb on his cock and whatever or whoever else is in you too. He likes hearing your whines and babbles, your glossy eyes, your squeals or grunts as you struggle to take it.

Rindo Haitani:

Dumbification: There's nothing this man loves more than to see his pretty baby dumb on his cock. Nothing behind your pretty eyes, not a single thought that isn't his body on yours. You struggling to form coherent sentences, stupid expression on your face and glossy lips. His goal every time he fucks you is to get you in that state, where he can do anything he wants to you and you just nod in response. He loves to have you be his little dumb toy.

Bimbo: You don't need to be a busty blonde in pink, but tight revealing clothing, kinda dumb and maybe even a bit of a bitch? Sign him up, he's gonna leave you unable to walk. He wants your lips around him while you look up at him with big glossy eyes and he caresses your face and encourages you to keep going, you can take it. He likes to spoil you, to see you brat and then be disarmed the moment he starts touching you.

Soft Dom: He's in love with you, he doesn't fuck, he makes love. He likes loving on you and showing you how important you are to him. He kisses you, caresses you, holds your hand while he goes at it. He likes kissing your neck and leaning his forehead on yours while on missionary or a mating press and leaving more kisses wherever he can reach. Cooing at you and guiding you with sweet words, calling you "love" as he praises you for how good you make him feel.

[evergone]

Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

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

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

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

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

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

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

Except this break-up was different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you that much.”

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

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

[narcjsistx]

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Rindou Haitani as parent HCS ᡣ𐭩

Rindou never saw himself as a parent in reality. then, adding the issue of his work, it's even worse... in fact, when you told him you were pregnant at first he had more than a few doubts

Between you and him, for the management of the child, it can be compared to the game of good cop and bad cop. He wants to be the cool parent, who says yes to everything, and leaves all the dirty work to you. If your child wants something is yes automatically, without even thinking about it: the problem comes when you challenge his decisions by telling him that you are spoiling your child too much

His idea of ​​a family is at least 2 children: he would prefer two boys but in the end it doesn't matter much. You'll end up having three for an evening gone too far (ykyk)

He can do anything for the baby, really anything, even abandoning Bonten... but never in his life will he change a diaper. The idea makes him vomit, and when he did it the first time with you close he almost fainted from the smell

If he ever has a little girl, it will be his downfall. He will become the perfect papa's girl. If he ever has a boy (as he actually wants) the little one will have to fend for himself after a certain age

It often happens that Ran spends time with his brother's children, even if you don't exactly agree. Children absolutely adore their uncle for the simple fact that he often buys them too many toys. Rindou argues with Ran saying that it is their dad who has to do it, while you would just like to throw out the games and the two Haitani brothers

With Ran, when he was a child, he shared the bedroom until he was about 10 years old. The worst time of his life! Therefore, every child will immediately have their own personal bedroom, at the cost of moving house to have enough rooms (not that money is a problem...)

It happens that he stops to observe his children: although they have some of your traits, they are quite identical to him in reality. This amuses him because he didn't believe he had such strong genes, but on the one hand it makes him melancholy. It makes him realize that time is passing and that he is no longer the 18-year-old boy who ruled Roppongi

[lovekz]

told you

syn-> rindou’s friends don’t believe him when he says he’s got a girl. and she’s fucking crazy

warnings : reader is possessive (not too bad), rindou gets no play, alcohol mention, reader drinks, crack

-

“wanna go out tonight?” shion asks, laying across the couch.

rindou was typing away on his phone, legs propped up on the coffee table.

every saturday, shion would come over and spend a night at the haitani’s, seeing as he was best friends with the younger one.

he was always welcomed, as long as he brought his own clothes.

which rarely happened anyway.

“depends. where?” rindou asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

shion shrugged, before leaning back and thinking.

rindou didn’t rush him, and decided to continue what he was doing on his phone.

after five minutes of hearing loud videos from shion’s phone, he sat up immediately.

rindou looked at him with a raised brow, not understanding why he was so excited.

but the minute he took a look at his best friend’s phone, he understood why.

shion was showing him some club called angels that opened up a few months ago.

“think i’ll pass on that.” rindou chuckles, before leaning on the arm rest with a yawn.

“what? why?! all the hotties will be there, and drinks- and your best friend! why wouldn’t you wanna go?” shion complained, throwing his hands up.

rindou rolled his eyes immediately at shions little tantrum.

it happened a lot over the years, so it wasn’t like it was new to rindou.

besides, he’s got a valid reason as to why he doesn’t want to go.

“izana said he’s having a party at his tonight. besides, i have a girlfriend. i’m loyal.” rindou explains shortly, looking at shion from the corner of his eye.

shion grows silent, watching rindou with an unreadable expression.

the front door opens, and ran walks in with izana and kakucho following in tow.

ran immediately looks around suspiciously, knowing his home too be too quiet for shion madarame to be here.

his eyes finally landed on the two, slightly confused as to why they were sitting in silence.

until shion burst into loud, obnoxious laughter.

he laughed so hard his face had begun to turn red.

“you? have a girlfriend?! ha!” shion yelled loudly in his face, tossing his head back with howl.

izana immediately catches on to shion's outburst, and breaks into laughter right beside the boy.

kakucho tries to hide his laugh behind a cough, but anyone could recognize it fighting his throat.

ran joins in as well, putting a hand on rindou’s shoulder as he holds his stomach.

“no way! you haven’t kissed anyone since second grade!” ran teased, laughing loudly in his ear.

rindou was getting irritated, looking at everyone in the room mocking him. his so-called 'family' making him feel small.

was it really that hard to believe he got a girlfriend?

“why not tell us where she's from, rin? an a.i app?” izana snickered, making shion laugh louder.

now he felt embarrassed, although he knew you were real.

he’d met you around campus, and even had multiple class with you.

but for some reason, everyone around him didn’t think that you were an actual person.

rindou stood up from the couch, stuffing his phone in his pocket and shoving ran off him harshly.

“I’m going out.” he says, shoving izana out the way out of anger.

izana doesn’t react to it, just watches rindou as he puts his shoes on.

“be safe rinnie. tell your girl I’m having a party tonight and she’s invited.” izana giggles, watching rindou slam the door immediately.

if that was the case, rindou would prove them wrong by tonight.

-

“babe can you get my shoes?!” you yelled from upstairs in your room, fixing your dress.

you stood in your mirror, fixing your top and spinning in different angles a few times, making sure you liked the outfit.

it was the fifth outfit you put on, and you didn’t wanna be any more late than you were.

rindou came up stairs with your shoes, placing them before you and helping you into them.

“you’re sweet rinnie, but you didn’t have to.” you smiled, letting him help you out regardless.

rindou nods, before buckling them and standing up straight.

“do you like it? think i should change again?” you question, spinning in a circle to show off the outfit.

“mm-mm, don't change. love it.” rindou mutters, pulling you closer by the hips and kissing your lips softly.

you knew he was genuine, not just because he didn't want to wait another ten minutes downstairs.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

he maneuvers you over to the bed and towers over you, beginning to tug on your shirt.

you immediately press a hand to his chest and push him lightly, smiling up at him sweetly.

“let’s save this for later. we got a party to go to honey.” you whisper, hooking your pink acrylic onto his chain.

he stares down at your own, his name engraved in it with a heart.

you got it custom made for his birthday, along with his name on your thigh.

rindou would never get over it.

-

when you make it to the party, you immediately leave rindou’s side to go hang with your own friends before meeting his.

he let you know not to get too drunk, but you didn’t have to listen.

so you only handed him your bag that had your emergency slippers and your purse and made your way to the kitchen.

once you left, shion immediately draped his arm around his shoulder and walked him to izana with a cheeky grin.

they were all sitting around in the living room, talking about god knows what.

when they don’t see rindou with a plus one he claimed he'd bring, they burst into loud laughter.

“rin! what happened to your plus one?!” izana asked immediately, tossing his head back and laughing.

rindou rolls his eyes and takes a seat on the loveseat, holding your things in his lap.

his brother notices the extra items, and laughs even harder.

“oh my god you went and bought those? that’s why you weren’t home?!” ran cackled, bringing attention to the items.

rindou puts his middle finger up, rolling his eyes.

“I have a girlfriend. she’s with her friends.” rindou sighs, slouching in the seat a little more.

izana snorts, muttering something about her also being with her other boyfriend.

the group laughs at that.

they make fun of him some more, until the topic of the girlfriend rindou 'doesn't have' grows a bit stale.

shion changes the topic sooner or later, finally in the mood to talk to any female around.

“aren’t they bad?” shion brings to attention, gesturing to the two girls that were standing by the speaker.

rindou shrugs, not paying attention and being loyal to you.

shion groans and snatches rindou’s phone out of his head and looking at him.

“come on! let’s get you a real girl and not a ai. not imaginary either.” shion jokes, before standing from his seat.

knowing shion, he would say some shit that probably wasn't true, or worse.

get everyone's attention.

once that thought runs through his head, rindou grabs his arm and shakes his head, trying to get him to sit back down.

“don’t do it shion. my girl is seriously fucking crazy and i wanna have a good night.” rindou practically begs, looking at his best friend.

ran kisses his teeth and looks at the blond boy, before waving him off.

“go introduce him to one of them. he’s so picky.” ran scoffs in annoyance, looking at his younger brother.

ran seemed to be growing annoyed with his brother's supposed lie.

rindou doesn’t get to object, because by time he tries to, shion is already running over to them.

he talks to them for a while, and the girl in the white mini dress that barely covers the top of her breasts looks over to him.

she sends a wave and a wink, to which rindou just jerks his head up in a small, lame greeting.

he doesn’t show any interest, just looks back down at his phone.

eventually, he feels weight next to him and a head leaning over his shoulder to look at his phone.

at first he believes it’s shion, fresh off rejection and in pain silently.

until he sees a shiny white nail tap on his phone.

he knew yours were baby pink with both your little zodiacs on it with a heart, of course.

rindou had paid to get it done after he broke your other set last week.

“his videos are hilarious. i love watching him.” the girl fake giggles lightly, smiling big at rindou.

it was the girl that had winked at him earlier, now sitting next to him closer than ever.

it wasn't like he'd recognized her from anywhere other than here, or even cared to figure out her name to tell her fuck off.

he was only worried about you.

his eyes immediately began to scan the room for you, but you couldn’t be found anywhere.

shit.

“yeah i bet you do.” rindou says shortly, still sounding completely unamused and uninterested.

shion and the other girl was sitting across from them, while ran, kakucho, and izana returned with drinks.

ran hands his brother a cup, probably the same thing he had.

so he takes a little sip of the orange looking liquid and hums at the fruity flavor.

the girl grins and sits up, looking into the cup.

“that looks good. can I try some?” she says sultry, and he knows she’s pushing boundaries.

rindou still can’t find you anywhere in the room to help him out.

before rindou can politely reject her though, she snatched the cup out his hand and drinks from the exact spot he drank from.

she left her lipstick stain on it, smiling at rindou as she licked her lips.

“mm, I was right.” she whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in.

before her lips could try to connect with his, rindou feels her arms forcefully ripped from his neck and his face pushed back.

before long, the entire bottle of taylor port and pink whitney was dumped on her.

“why the fuck are you touching my man?” you asked, giving her the ugliest look ever.

the party seems to pause, music turned down and the entire friend group looking at rindou.

the girl doesn’t get the chance to reply, because she’s receiving punches faster than she can think about it.

she’s throwing her hands in the air and trying to defend herself, making rindou stand up immediately.

your coat was long gone, and your breasts were beginning to spill out your tube top.

rindou grabs you up off her, but then you shove him off and start fighting her friend.

“oh shit!” izana curses loudly, only because his drink was spilling all over the place during the maneuver.

now you’re fighting both of the girls at once, winning even though you were obviously drunk.

rindou groans and lifts you into the air, before shoving the other girls off you by their face.

“i’m not the one, ask about me bitch!” one of them yell out to you from in shion's arms, making you laugh.

“don’t gotta, you’re pussy and butt!” you yelled back, throwing your middle finger up.

rindou takes you up to izana’s bedroom in silence and sits you on the bed with a light frown.

you cross your arms with an angry pout, seeing yourself in the mirror across the room.

your hair was a mess and the tops of your areolas were showing.

rindou fixes your shirt and sighs, not sure of what to say.

“baby you think I won that?” you question with a smile, still a bit tipsy as you stand.

he holds you by the waist to steady you and looks into your eyes.

it was almost as if you didn't just get into a fight with two girls you didn't know over rindou.

not like he didn't expect it though, since it has happened at least twice before when you started dating him.

“didn’t have to do all that mama. was gonna stop her.” rindou says, rubbing your thigh in soft circles.

your skirt was hiked up during the fight, showing off your red thong.

you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling big.

“gotta make sure they know you’re mine. I didn’t get this jewelry and tat for nothing.” you whisper, rubbing his cheek.

the door opens and rindou shields you from the view, looking behind him to see who it was.

it was izana and the rest of the friend group, still a bit in shock after the altercation downstairs.

rindou rolls his eyes, before turning back to you and fixing your skirt.

“who’s that? is it your friends? the one's you want me to meet?” you ask, peeking over his shoulder to see.

rindou nods, before deeming you decent enough and letting you go.

you wave sweetly, fixing your hair. “hi! sorry you had to see all that.” you giggle, having a seat on the bed once more.

izana nods, waving you off and sitting on the corner seat. he won't lie and say he didn't enjoy watching it.

“you’re.. his girlfriend?” ran asked in a unsure tone, looking you up and down.

you cross your legs and raise your eyebrow, nodding at him.

“there a problem with that or something?” you ask, immediately feeling offended by the question.

everyone shakes their head, recalling how you handled those two girls down there.

rindou stands up and sighs tiredly, before handing you your purse and your slides.

“gonna go get your sweats out the car. we’re leaving.” rindou informs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

you nod, smiling at him and waving a bit.

“oh! can you see if you see my coat? and my nail? damn, mira’s gonna kill me!” you cursed, looking down at your hands with a pout.

rindou nods, knowing he was just going to end up paying for another set on sunday.

when he closes the door behind him, all eyes are on you.

it stays silent for a bit, before izana speaks up first.

“so how much is he paying you?” izana asks, still in disbelief that you were his girlfriend.

and you were just as crazy as he said you were.

your outfit : <3 rindou's outfit : <3

[writingsbymo-mo]

Random thoughts........buuuuut.....

Don't Wake the Beast

What if Rindou was hosting a party and you got dared to wake Ran up?

When someone dared you to wake Ran up, Rindou gave you a worried look. He didn't want to relive the last party he held. You weren't ready for another penalty shot just yet, and honestly, you've wanted to see what would happen if you woke up the beast in the other room.

You tiptoed over to Ran's bedroom, closing the door behind you, not even uttering a sound. Quietly, you snuck over to his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful. The way his lashes contrasted against his skin in the moonlight, the way his soft snores filled the silent space, the way you couldn't help but notice his plush lips with every breath. You leaned closer to him, almost a mere inch from his face when you paused. "I...shouldn't do this...maybe another way," you mouthed a whisper.

As soon as you were about to move away, a set of hands caressed your cheeks and pulled you against his warm, soft lips, devouring you with the hunger of a starving man. You squeaked and moaned into him, pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt as you fought for dominance. You melted into his touches, shifting onto his bed to sit in his lap, grinding into him. Ran slid his hands along your sides, gasping when you hit the right spot. A string of saliva connecting your lips as it snapped when you moved your head, gazing at the man you woke up with half lidded eyes.

"Hah, did the prince come give the princess a kiss?" He purred, sneaking some kisses along your jaw.

"More like the dragon stole it...you were already awake, weren't you?"

He chuckled into your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You know Rin's parties are never quiet..."

"True..."

"Just know if it weren't for you coming when you did, their sorry asses wouldn't dare step foot in here."

You laughed, "looks like I saved this party."

He rolls you onto your back, chuckling as you squeak in surprise. "Oh, but our night is just getting started, love."

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Meanwhile...

"Should we go check on them?"

Rindou shook his head. "I wouldn't if I were you. With how long it's been...they'll be in there for the rest of the night..."