#tokyorev ran haitani

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

≡ H e a d c a n o n s .ᐟ

⏤͟͟͞͞★ Headcanons of how the boys from Tokyo Revengers would behave if they had a girlfriend with the Bimbo personality. (From what I understand, Bimbo is an extremely attractive but silly girl?)

ᶻ 𝗓ᵎ 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitiani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji, Kazutora Hanemiya and Manjiro Sano

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

୨୧ He is not the type of boy who would take on any girl, Ran is picky about the appearance of the girls he dates, for this reason, he would definitely choose someone extremely attractive from his perspective to present to others as his girlfriend.

୨୧ Ran wouldn't care about the girl's lack of intelligence as long as she does what he wants.

୨୧ However, he wouldn't like naivety, especially in front of other guys, Ran is a little jealous and wouldn't worry about showing such behavior.

୨୧ He likes the "silly" and innocent way, often Haitani ends up just seeing it as something cute.

୨୧ The more manipulable the girl is, the better for him, even so, Ran would never mistreat a girl, on the contrary, the taller one would love to keep her being spoiled.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

୨୧ Deep down, Rindou doesn't care that much about appearances, despite that, having an attractive girl by his side would make him satisfied.

୨୧ He actually wouldn't have much patience with silly questions or "stupid" speeches, even so, Rindou wouldn't treat her rudely, he would just ignore her.

୨୧ Rindou would be attentive and affectionate most of the time despite often being absent.

୨୧ Although he doesn't show jealousy often, Rindou definitely gets upset when his girlfriend shows some kind of naivety in front of some people, he always tries to instruct the girl on how to differentiate between compliments and flirting.

୨୧ In some rare moments he would be patient to try to teach the girl anything she didn't know.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

୨୧ Haruchiyo has a discreet personality, however, he would not fail to enter into a relationship with an extremely attractive girl just because she attracts attention.

୨୧ Silly questions and behavior would make him deeply irritated, he would not be at all patient with the girl's lack of intelligence despite him liking her.

୨୧ The fact that the girl was naive wouldn't please him much, deep down, he would find the girl's naive behavior a bit forced since Sanzu imagined that such "innocent" people didn't exist.

୨୧ Sanzu would give importance to the fact that he strives to be a good boyfriend regardless of anything, he would definitely be attentive and kind most of the time.

୨୧ Despite everything, Sanzu wouldn't treat the girl badly regardless of whether he liked her behavior or not, he would just instruct her to look less silly in front of the people he knew so as not to end up feeling some kind of shame about his girlfriend's lack of intelligence.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

୨୧ Izana cares about appearances, he would perhaps avoid taking on someone who was not so attractive in his eyes, for that reason, he would not worry about not keeping the relationship a secret if the girl was really beautiful.

୨୧ He would be easily irritated by the lack of intelligence, Izana would not have the patience to hear silly or repetitive questions, the boy would just ignore or respond harshly.

୨୧ Most of the time he is possessive, for this reason, he would not want other people to stay in touch with his girlfriend if she was such a naive person.

୨୧ The girl's innocence would make him attracted, he would find the girl's naive behavior somewhat cute even if her words irritated him at times.

୨୧ Maybe he wouldn't take the relationship so seriously, Izana just likes to have someone do her bidding without questioning too much.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

୨୧ Hanma wouldn't take the relationship so seriously, in fact, maybe he would only date the girl because he likes her appearance and the way she pleases him and does his bidding without questioning too much.

୨୧ He would get easily irritated by "dumb" questions, the girl's lack of intelligence would really bother him most of the time, but he would stop caring about this behavior after some time.

୨୧ Despite everything, he would like the girl's naivety, bearing in mind that perhaps she would end up being somewhat manipulable, even so, he doesn't like it when she shows herself to be naive in front of other people.

୨୧ He always makes it clear how jealous he is, which is why Hanma gets so angry when they realize how "innocent" his girlfriend can be.

୨୧ Hanma wouldn't be so dedicated to being a good boyfriend, despite that, he would be affectionate when he was in a good mood.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

୨୧ Kazutora certainly wouldn't be so patient with the girl's "lack of intelligence" at first, however, after some time, he would just end up getting used to some silly questions.

୨୧ He would be attentive, also not minding teaching his girlfriend some basic things when he had some patience.

୨୧ The girl's "naivety" would attract him in some way, so he wouldn't think it was bad if his girlfriend was a bit naive.

୨୧ Most of the time, Kazutora doesn't mind showing how jealous he can be, for this reason, although he enjoys the formHowever his girlfriend behaved, such behavior would often make him jealous.

୨୧ Kazutora is dedicated to being a good boyfriend, he also doesn't care much about appearances but he likes the fact of dating an attractive girl even if she isn't that intelligent and sometimes a bit silly.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

୨୧ He would definitely not be the type of boy who wouldn't take on a girl he really liked, Manjiro wouldn't care so much about personality and appearance, just if he really liked someone, he would stay by that person's side.

୨୧ Manjiro would be patient with the girl's ways, not worrying about ending up teaching her some things that she simply didn't know, no matter how basic they seemed.

୨୧ The fact that the girl is very naive would bother him a little, Mikey's discomfort at seeing someone trying to take advantage of this is undeniable.

୨୧ He's not jealous, on the contrary, he's confident enough to the point where he can't even feel that kind of feeling.

୨୧ Mikey would call the girl "silly" sometimes, but not as an insult, just as an affectionate nickname.

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them reacting to you texting —: “come put it deep in my stomach”

— : [NSFW] : name calling, rough sex,spanking,squirting, fingering, creampie, pussy slapping, overstimulation+ very unrealistic cervix fucking

|| eren, jean, sanzu, ran, suna&iwaizumi

EREN — •

he was one hand wrapped around your throat while the other hand is firmly gripping your hip. it’s bordering on painful but you can’t even think straight let alone speak.

“what, suddenly you can’t speak baby?”

he chuckles darkly, fucking you harder into the mattress. you’re moaning just the way he likes it and it’s only been 2 rounds, he was determined to teach you a lesson about trying to rile him up.

you were always doing something to get under his skin so he’d gladly give you exactly what you were asking for. he slapped your ass hard before pushing your face into your pillows. you feel the head of his dick brushing against your cervix with each hard thrust.

“be a good fucking slut and take this dick”

JEAN — •

he’s not surprised when he sees your name pop up on his screen. he’s already preparing to come see you right after work but when he reads what you’ve said, he bites back a groan.

he’s not too happy with having to drive 20 minutes to your place with his dick straining in his work slacks. he doesn’t even bother taking it off, unbuckling his belt so he’s able to grab his dick out.

“on your knees baby, please”

he’s just so horny and he needs to be inside you. there’s not much else going on in his head after that text. he’s determined to fuck you until you’re crying. he’s got all night.

SANZU — •

“i can’t hear you slut, what was that?

“too much” you cry out, legs shaking from your previous orgasm

“yeah” he scoffs, “you were all talk but you can’t even take my fucking fingers”

“how can you handle my dick hm?”

he doesn’t like when you tease him. it’s hard to get anything done and mikey gets on his ass when he’s not focused so when he has to finish another hour before he can see you, he’s pissed and he plans to take it out on your body the entire night.

he slaps your pussy when you try to close your legs.

“open wide baby, take this dick like you asked for it”

RAN — •

he forces you to bounce on his cock. he has a tight grip on your hips and his other hand is between your legs, circling your clit.

it’s almost too much and he’s so deep that you feel him in your throat but ran doesn’t care. he loves to see you struggle to take all of him.

but you’re a big girl and you can handle it.

“too much baby?”

when you nod he simply chuckles, biting his lip to stifle a groan.

“that’s okay because my girl can take it”

SUNA — •

“rin!” you scream, squirting all over his abs but he doesn’t mind. in fact, it just makes him harder, dick moving impossibly faster inside you. it feels so good and he just can’t stop even if he tries to.

he knows you can handle it. you would’ve told him if it was too much but you were the one who asked for this and he was more than happy to oblige, ever the doting boyfriend.

“shit baby, stop squeezing so fucking hard”

he won’t stop until you’re making a mess all over him again. he loves to see you fall apart for him.

IWAIZUMI — •

he’s not stopping until you pass out. he’s got a lot of pent up energy even after a long day. he’s a physical trainer for a reason so he’ll work you out as long as he wants to.

he’s also willing to fuck you both into overstimulation, filling you so much that it starts to leak out even with him still deep inside you.

he loves the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and it’s really your own fault. you can’t just text him dirty things without expecting consequences.

he’s definitely deep in your stomach and you’ll feel him for days.

“such a good girl” he moans, never one to shy away from letting you know just how good your pussy feels.

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ran Haitani pt. 2

Wow! It’s been a HOT minute since I’ve posted  I’ve been in a rut lately but I’m trying to work myself out of it :)

In the mean time here's some spicy Ran HCs for your Tuesday 

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers  Letters: C, E, G, O, U Warnings: 18+, GN! Reader, Talks of sex

Enjoy ~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Ran’s cum is usually pretty thin & not a lot comes out

If he’s on a business trip/ too busy to get off w/ you or by himself he might produce more

He enjoys cumming inside his partner, if they want him to, but he really likes painting his partner with his seed

Spraying it onto their belly or onto their used hole feels more territorial to him than filling them up

Isn’t afraid to eat his cum out of you oop

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ran has a fair amount to experience

Most of them are one night stands or short term flings

He does have long spells w/o action cuz work gets in the way and it can become more of a hassle than fun to get laid when he is trying to work—also not to mention boi would probably prefer taking a nap over the risk of having a meh lay with a one night stand

But all that said, he knows enough to get you off and listens well enough to become a pro at working your body

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

As we know Ran is a little chill boy

Of course he, if in a serious relationship/ is down bad, he will slow things down and make love to his partner

But if something happened like knocking heads or stumbling he just laughs it off and gets back to business

He never wants his partner to feel bad when you should both be feeling good

Also he can have a playful streak

Especially during foreplay/ the initiation of sex

If you’re ticklish, he might use that against you

He might say some cheesy/ silly shit

“So cute I could just eat you up, Baby,” he says as he is kissing and playfully biting down your torso and sides, or your inner thighs towards the space inbetween

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves lazy licking on his partner

He could honestly spend a while between your legs

If he catches you lying on the couch he might strip off your pants and get to work between your legs for the fun of it

He is part of the does it for HIS pleasure gang

Of course tho he does love seeing your lips wrapped around him

He’ll sink far into whatever seat he is in—the couch, his office chair, ect— with his hand gently caressing your hair as he watches you work yourself up and down his shaft with that lazy smile of his

He also praises you, both while giving or receiving 😉

“You taste so good, Baby”

“Stop? Is my tongue too much for your sensitive body? I’m sorry, Sweetheart but I have no intentions of stopping till you come on my tongue.”

“Just like that. Good Girl/Boy.”

“You are so good for me, knowing just what I like, huh.”

Honestly on nights he wants to get off but is too tired, he loves opting for oral/ using his hands

But he loves it as a “main course” any time, any day

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a teasing mother fucker

It’s not always in a hyper dominate way during sex

He finds it much more fun during foreplay—he’ll do it out in public if the mood strikes him

“Careful, Baby, keep looking at me like that you’ll let everyone you’re dripping in your panties for me.”

If he put a toy in you before y’all left the house he likes you turn it on when you least expect it

Once when you were out to dinner with him and the guys he had you squirming in your chair, trying hard to hide it. He just put his hand on your thigh and leaned into your ear,

“You all right, Sweetheart? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” 

Then he just laughed when you gave him a glare 

Hope you liked that!

If you want to see more, let me know 

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :)

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

[sweetbbyshion]

Piercings, pt2

-> Ran Haitani x Reader, Rindou Haitani x Reader, Kakucho x Reader (AFAB reader, no pronouns used)

characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kakucho

genre: headcanons, mild NSFW

summary: part 2 of these headcanons

warnings: Mentions of piercings (Reader has an VCH - The vertical clitoral hood piercing where it pierces vertically through a thin section of the hood’s peak), established relationship (Ran and Rindou's part), mentions of oral (Kakucho's part), very suggestive on Ran and Rindou's part, it's just suggestive overall

-> Ran Haitani

You always joked with Ran about getting a VCH piercing. He didn't mind it, a true apologist that you can do whatever you want with your body. However, he didn't think you would actually do it. To Ran, it was nothing more than jokes and he doesn't think you will go through with it.

It was truly surprising when he got home and made his way to you, tense after a long day at work and ready to settle between your legs, and you stopped him.

“I did it.” you giggle, keeping him at arm's length.

“Did what?” Ran looks confused, thinking it was something unimportant as he tries to kiss you again. Once again you stop him between giggles. He listens as you tell him to take off your underwear and eagerly pulls your panties down, licking his lips. The silver metal catches his attention though, almost shining under the lights as he stares at it with his mouth slightly open. The area around it is a bit red and swollen and Ran has to stop himself from touching it, knowing it probably hurts and that he shouldn't. “Fuck, you really did it.”

You nod, smiling. “You know what that means though? We can't do it for a while.” Ran’s pout is adorable and you grab his cheeks, squishing them between your palms. “That doesn't stop me from sucking you off though.”

The devilish grin Ran gives you is enough to make you get up and drop on your knees between your legs. “Get to work then, baby. I’ll make sure to return the favor when the piercing heals.”

-> Rindou Haitani

When you asked your boyfriend to accompany you to get a piercing, he didn't think much of it. He thought you were getting something on your ear, maybe a face piercing. He accepted to go with you (for “moral support” you had said) and hold your hand while you got your piercing or whatever shit you would make him do.

You refused to tell him what you were getting until the last second. His mind stops working when you remove your bottom clothes, confused on why you would do that for a piercing. Until he saw you getting pierced on, possibly, the worst place he could think of.

“Did you like the surprise?” you told him by the end of it, walking hand in hand with him to the car. Your makeup was stained but you seemed happy with your decision.

“I’m just not happy with how long it will take to heal.” he mumbles, opening the car door for you.

“It will be worth it when it does.”

After your piercing heals, Rindou definitely shows you over and over again how much he adores the piercing. He makes up for all of the lost time. Laying between your legs and making you feel good becomes his favorite activity, as he makes sure you never regret getting that piercing.

-> Kakucho

Kakucho’s mind stops working the moment he sees the metal ball. It was only your third date, you had told him about the piercing before but nothing could have prepared him to see it in front of him. You have had it for years, it's fully healed but Kakucho is still afraid of hurting you. His eyes are glued on the jewelry as he pushes inside you, repeatedly asking you if you're ok. The best solution for this is to push Kakucho to lay on the bed and ride him until he understands that you are okay and it won't hurt.

However, it will take a while for Kakucho to give you head. Don't blame him, he gets nervous with the jewelry so up close and he's very scared of accidentally hurting you with his teeth while he's giving you head. When he starts getting more comfortable though, he loves to suck on your clit and play with the piercing at every opportunity he gets. Kakucho will accidentally (or not) overstimulate you every time he's giving you head because he just gets lost in the feeling of the metal touching his tongue. You have to push his head back or he won't stop.

Kakucho is also the type of guy that will buy different jewelry at any given opportunity and he feels proud whenever he pulls your panties down and you have one of the piercings he bought.

[anisespice]

“ baby steps ” || tokyo rev.

continuation of this post.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, ANGST w/ comfort (mostly in mikey's), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be A LOT of errors :// mikey's is LONG, ran + sanzu's are silly goofy, mikey + sanzu's are a lil unhinged lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: can i just say thank y'all so much for showing "accidents happen" the love that i didn't think it would get, it was made on a whim so i'm so so so happy y'all enjoyed! i tagged as many as i could (or that tumblr would allow) sorry if i missed some of you :( thank you for your patience and let me know how you feel about this continuation format :) !! notes ii: also also, pt. 2 for "accidents happen" coming soon! notes iii: MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND I THOUGHT I LOST EVERYTHING BUT IT'S OKAY IT'S OKAY :'))))

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Ever since you picked up your daughter, there’s been a hovering presence that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went. From the park, to the grocery store, all the way home it clung to you like a bad itch. Despite looking over your shoulder and being met without any sort of threat, that didn’t stop the uneasy feeling. And it only intensified when you received a knock on your front door.

You made a confused hum, checking the time on the microwave to confirm that it was indeed past the reasonable hour for potential visitors. Not to mention, you weren’t expecting anyone.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, instincts telling you that something wasn’t right, that your best option was to pretend you weren’t home. However, the person on the other side knew otherwise as they knocked on the door again, this time with more fervor. You inhaled sharply, taking hesitant steps towards the door until you were mere feet away from it. Eventually, you worked up the courage to look through the peephole, your brows furrowing in distress when all you could see was black—They were covering it. All the more reason not to open the door…

What if it’s a robber? Ridiculous, they don’t knock.

What if it’s just the neighbor? Why cover the peephole?

More and more did your mind swirl with endless possibilities, each one becoming less and less believable. Taking a long, deep breath, you doubled-checked the door-chain was on before slowly cracking it open. And as you attempted to peek through the sliver, nothing could’ve prepared you for the arm that forced its way through, startling you as you yelped, stumbling back as it made a grab at you.

Before you had the thought of shoving the door closed on the offender’s arm they grabbed the little chain, then yanked it clean out of the wall. To your terror, a dark hooded figure entered your home, head hung low, concealing their identity.

You began to hyperventilate, backing up to keep distance as they staggered further into your home before kicking the door closed behind them, effectively blocking you from the exit. Surely, someone heard your scream and would check in, or call the police. But, how long did you have before the intruder decided to make a move? Not to mention, your sleeping child just down the hall…

With that last thought in mind, you immediately steeled your nerves.

Even if you had to use your bare hands, you were going to do whatever it took to keep your baby out of harms way.

You reached for the closest weapon without taking your eyes off the figure, hands clasping onto a discarded umbrella that was leaned up against a closet door. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. Taking a defensive stance, you prepared for what you assumed to be the inevitable.

“I-I don’t know who you are, or what you want…b-but if you don’t leave…my..my boyfriend will be home any minute! H-He knows how to fight, and he’ll fuck you up if you try anything!”

Your means of intimation fall on deaf ears. It were as if you hadn’t spoken at all. They just…stood there. Watching you from the darkness. That feeling, that hovering presence you’d been weary about all evening…there was no doubt in your mind it was because of this individual. Suddenly, they gave a watery chuckle, hand coming up to rub the lower half of their face as the chilling noise dissipated into soft snickers.

You sweatdropped. “I mean it! He’ll be here real soon, so you better get out of here before-”

“[_____]…” the figure finally rasped, voice heavy with an emotion you couldn’t decipher in the moment. You froze, eyes widening.

“…How the hell do you know my name?”

Without much urgency, they stepped forward into the light. Beneath the warm glow, it took you mere seconds to recognize the person standing before you. You gasped, trembling hands dropping the umbrella, it landing with a harsh clatter. Soft, mortified hitches in your breath echoed through the small space, memories flashing before your eyes as you covered your gaping mouth.

“M.. Ma..” you whimpered, throat tightening. A shell of a man, who gazed upon you with stormy eyes flooded with tears at the mere sight of you.

He gave another strained laugh, muttering to himself as he soaked you all in. “Needed to know.. Needed to know it was really you…”

Mikey eyed you up, intensely, eerily silent as he did so. Then, he took in the surroundings, the warmth, the interior, the smell of dinner—It truly felt like a home. A bitter pill to swallow once he reminded himself that you built it without him.

His sharp gaze returned to your stunned expression. He sneered.

“Must’ve been easy for you. To forget me and move on, just like that. Like I was nothing.”

You blinked, taken aback. All you could do was remain speechless, cemented to the ground with thoughts and questions racing in your head. Now matter how many times you opened your mouth, no sound would come out aside from choked whimpers.

“Do you know…how long I’d been searching for you? Been mourning for you?” He hissed through clenched teeth. “When you left, I thought… I thought someone had taken you. That I lost you all because I was too stubborn to say I’m sorry…”

As he spoke, Mikey slowly closed the space between you. The more he came into the light, the more you could see how the years had treated him. His cheekbones were more pronounced, the dark circles under his eyes as well. His lips were dry, cracked, his fair skin now ghoulishly pale. If not for the black hoodie you would’ve mistaken him as such; ghost of your past.

Your shoulders shook, hands hovering over your face as you gaped in disbelief. He’d been looking for you?

That night, that stupid fight you could barely remember…he made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you. He pushed you away. Pushed so hard that you almost believed he really wouldn’t have cared if you dropped dead. You knew he didn’t mean it, knew it was just another dark impulse…but none of that mattered when all your pregnancy tests came back positive just hours prior.

That night, you made the decision for the sake of your daughter. And also, for his sake. At the time, you were certain he wasn’t ready to be a father. He was quick to rage, merciless, losing himself to the darkness you tried to protect him from. If you had stayed, you were certain Mikey would’ve never forgiven himself if he lost control in front of his own flesh and blood, if the child grew to resent him for something he struggled to control.

You thought you were doing him a favor…but it appears to have done the opposite.

“And this whole time…you’ve been here, alive. Playing fucking house with someone else.”

You stiffened. Someone else? Your visible confusion only irritated him further.

He scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. You said it yourself. Too bad he won’t be coming home anytime soon. I’ve already got Sanzu and the Haitanis looking around for the bastard. And when they find him, I’ll make him regret sticking his filthy dick inside you.”

Confusion morphed into realization. You did threaten him with said hypothetical boyfriend…But, that was before you knew it was him!

“Oh, Manjiro…” you whispered. He glared, scorned.

“Don’t you dare pity me. I mean, you got the family you always wanted, right? So who cares who it was with, right? Congratu-fucking-lations.”

You shook your head, exhaling deeply as you held your face in your hands. For years, he thought you dead. Then, when he received word of your appearance, he finds you with child. And not once did he consider that child to be his? It’s like…he couldn’t fathom the thought.

If only he had looked just a little bit closer, he would’ve seen that she had his eyes. How they resembled those pools of ink that used to shine with so much hope back in his youth, so playful and full of love…those same eyes that now gazed upon you with contempt.

It stung.

He thought so low, not only of himself, but of you as well.

Taking a deep breath to reel in your emotions, tears began to well up in your eyes. He assumed they were tears for your doomed lover, further breaking his heart as Mikey clenched his fists to the point of nearly drawing blood. Luckily, even though you struggled to find the right words, someone else happily found them for you.

“Papa..?”

Both of you instantly drew your attention on the toddler standing near the kitchen, one fist clutching her blanket while the other rubbed the sleep from her eye. You glanced at Mikey, and he was stiller than stone. His once dead-stare had morphed into what could only be described as incredulous. Surely, he heard her incorrectly…

With a sniffle, you crouched down to address her, offering a soft grin as you nodded earnestly. “That’s right, sweetheart. Papa’s finally come home.”

The little girl blinked sleepily, taking a second to reboot. But, as soon as the words registered, a bright smile stretched across her face as she excitedly rushed towards Mikey, throwing herself onto his legs and hugging them like a koala as she chirped, “Papa, home!”

Said man hobbled a bit at the force, arms windmilling as he caught himself to keep from falling backwards. He didn’t know what to do with himself, especially when those big, round pools of ink opened and stared right up into his soul. Mikey’s heart nearly stopped. With a hitch in his breath, the gangster did everything he could to hold his composure, looking between you and the child as you both gazed at him with so much warmth…it was suffocating.

Sensing he was overwhelmed, you reached down to scoop up the bubbly bundle, holding her close as you eyed Mikey, apprehensively.

He resembled a cornered animal—Muscles stiff, jaw tight, eyes wild. After a moment, Mikey began to slowly back away into the shadows of your home, conflicted, devastated. It wasn’t until his back hit the door did he eventually fall to his ass, of which caused your child to giggle at how silly he was being. However, all you could do was hold back tears, watching as the reality started to weigh down on a man who just discovered he was a father.

Nervous, you gently explained. “I didn’t leave you because of our spat, Jiro…and I never moved on. I just…thought that I’d be doing more harm than good sticking around when I found out I was pregnant…I didn’t want to add any more stress on your plate, so I…”

Mikey didn’t respond. He sat there, stare vast and unfocused. But, you knew he hung on to every word. So you continued. “I wanted to tell you. But…I wasn’t sure how. At the time, I believed you had stopped caring about me altogether. And to hear you’d been looking for me, I-I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you harbored all that guilt. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Your daughter wiggled around in your hold, making small grunts in complaint. Her eyes were trained on his figure huddled in the dark, wanting to be acknowledged, wanting his attention. “Papa!”

Mikey flinched. He focused his gaze on the two you, haloed by the light emitting from the living room. You both were like salvation, reaching down to a broken sinner…How could she want anything to do with him? When he had missed so much already…

To keep from accidentally dropping her, you placed your daughter back on the ground, watching wearily as she wobbled all the way to Mikey, blanket in tow. You weren’t worried about him hurting her, far from it…if anything, he appeared to be the fragile one.

Eventually, she made it to her destination, standing before him with a curious, but eager expression as she rested a hand on his knee. Mikey watched her, took in all of her features, every last detail as he engraved it to memory. She was beautiful, just like her mother. One would think his genes didn’t stand a chance. But the eyes. That was all him. From his mother to his older brother to himself, there was no doubt in his mind that those were Sano eyes.

His lower lip quivered, reaching out hesitantly to caress her cheek. She didn’t cower away, merely babbled as she began patting his knee, allowing his thumb to rub over her chubby cheek. You clasped your hands over your mouth, growing even more emotional at the delicate moment. Mikey looked enamored already, eyes subtly sparkling from what you could see as they interacted.

“I-I told her stories, about you. And I made sure to show her photos, too. Old ones, but still you nonetheless. I wanted her to know who her father truly was. Despite everything else…”

Your daughter cooed, then placed her blanket in Mikey’s lap before climbing into it. Mikey didn’t dare move, rigid as she made herself comfortable. He looked up at you, looking for guidance, for reassurance. Your encouraging smile was enough for him to hesitantly place his hands on her small back for support, carefully adjusting so that she was stable. She laid her head on his chest and stuck her thumb in her mouth, sighing contentedly.

And, for the first time in years, he smiled.

When you hadn’t seen her familiar pigtails bobbing around, or heard any of her excited chatter with the receptionist up front, worry couldn’t even begin to describe what you felt the moment you realize…your daughter wasn’t here.

As soon as the meeting looked like it was wrapping up, you politely excused yourself from the room. Masking your worry wasn't too difficult, but there's no doubt a couple people might've noticed the spring in your step as you exited. One of them being Rindou Haitani. He watched you speed down the hall with mild interest, corner of his mouth ticking up ever so slightly as he thumbed around on his phone beneath the table. Having been updating his older brother during the meeting while he was on his smoke break, he was more than eager to inform him of the storm that was no doubt heading his way.

Little did the younger Haitani know, he was already dealing with one.

"And then, Haruka-kun tries to take Momo-kun's bento box because she had cuter animal shapes, but Momo-kun already said no, and so Haruka-kun pushes Momo-kun, and then tries to take it! But I pushed him and hit him with my fist, like this," she clenched up her tiny fist and held it up to Ran before striking down on his forearm with all her might. It didn't even pitch. "Like that."

The lavender-eyed man merely gazed upon her with mirth. "Did you now?"

"Mmhm! And teacher got so mad, and said that she would tell Ma about me fighting, but she's stupid because Ma didn't pick me up today, and I told Haruka-kun if he snitches, I'll beat 'em up!"

Ran lowly whistled. "Quite the little menace, ain'tcha?"

She pumped her fists. "Yeah!" Then, she paused, holding a finger to her chin in thought. "Wait...what's a menace?"

"Ah, something you inherited from your old man." He ruffled her hair, much to her displeasure. Though her innocent jab earlier regarding his age still hit a sore spot, he was starting to like the sound of it. She, on the other hand, wasn't convinced.

"I already told you; Ma was on her happy juice when she said that. She said not to believe anything she says when she's on happy juice. It makes her do silly things."

Ran chuckled. He knew that all too well. The little girl wouldn't be in this world if not for your inability to hold your liquor. But judging based on how you've raised her so far, clearly you made the right decision keeping him in the dark.

He'll admit, he wasn't the best in terms of commitment. Throughout his day to day, Ran just didn't have the energy. With being in Bonten, keeping an eye out for his younger brother, handling business, dealing with numbskulls and disposing of their bodies, there was never a time to even consider settling down. One-night stands and on and off flings were the easiest choice. At least, until he stumbled upon you.

You were the whole package and more. Classy, independent, witty, and a looker to top it all off. When Bonten started collaborating with the organization you worked in, he couldn't help but to be drawn to you—Like a moth to a flame. It started out as the occasional bantering, trying to one-up the other, catch them off guard. Ran was smooth with his words but could never quite beat your sharp tongue. Thus, things escalated to something more flirtatious. Harmless, but it didn't take long before the months of tension between the both of you began boiling over...and throwing alcohol into the mix, it was the first time Ran finally felt like he had the upper hand. Seeing how poorly you handled just a few glasses of wine, it endeared him. Seeing a piece of you that no one else had the privilege to witness. Your sloppy side, the clumsy, whiny, touchy side. After that long, passionate night beneath the sheets, the one time you and Ran allowed yourselves the space to be vulnerable with one another...you found yourself pregnant. And Ran found himself being nonethewiser.

He wonders, if he hadn't left the next morning and completely ghosted you...would you have kept him in the picture?

Suddenly, his phone dings. Reaching back to pull it from his back pocket, Ran half expected it to just be another update on the meeting or Rindou cursing at him to hurry his ass back inside. But, it wasn't that at all. And at the sound of your kitten heels rushing out of the building and halting at the top of the steps, Ran didn't even need to look up to know who was glowering down from them.

"Hey, Ma! Guess what, the purple man isn't such a meanie after all!"

Ran snorted, finally looking up from his phone to greet the woman who not only still had his heart, but evidently his first child. You, on the other hand, weren't so thrilled to see him.

"Rika. Wait inside. Ma's got some words for the purple man."

He smirked. "Wanna say 'em over a glass of wine?"

"You son of a-!"

"Bad word!" Your daughter covered her ears. You flushed, your composure nearly slipping just by being in his prescence. Ran, immediately seeing the opportunity, teasingly pouts at you whilst covering her tiny hands with his larger ones, shielding her.

"Honey, please, not in front of the child. Can't have her repeating those dirty words at school, can we?"

You fumed, speaking through clenched teeth. "Haitani, as soon as I get her in this building, away from you, I swear to God, I'm gonna wring your neck."

He hummed, amused. "Well. Guess she didn't get her violent side from me after all. Speaking of which, did you know at school today-"

"Hey! No snitching!"

“...What did you say?” 

You were hoping you heard the teacher wrong. Surely it was just your exhaustion taking the wheel. But, when her kind smile didn’t falter, nor did her gushes for the supposed “adorable display”, you immediately grew suspicious.

While heading home from work, you went to pick up your children from daycare. And when you arrived, the teacher merely informed you that it was already taken care of by your very handsome and very devoted husband. 

“I-I think you’re mistaken. My boyfriend and I aren’t married…”

The teacher, finally coming back down to earth, tilted her head in confusion. “Eh? You aren’t?” 

“Did he…say we were?” 

“Well, no. I just assumed since it was easy to tell who he was here for. Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy.”

You choked on your spit.  Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy. Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy.

You did everything in your power to keep from strangling the poor woman. Sure, she didn’t do anything wrong per say…but she sure did make a grave error. And your struggle to restrain your intrusive thoughts must’ve shown on your face from the way she placed a concerned hand on your arm. “Are you alright, miss? You look like you’re about to faint.”

“M-Mhm, yep, great, just peachy.” You squeaked through clenched teeth, sweatdrop on your forehead. “Could you um…confirm something for me?”

“Uh.? Er, sure. I’ll try my best.”

With tense shoulders and a tight smile, you asked, “Their…father…did his mouth have two scars in the corners?”

The teacher blinked, confused. Shouldn’t you already know that answer yourself?, she was probably thinking. And she would be right; you did know. But her simple, hesitant nod was the final nail in the coffin that was your delusion—Haruchiyo Sanzu had found you. And to make matters worse, he had the children.

Your smile faltered, twitching ever so slightly. Covering it with a forced chuckle, you cried, “Oh, that’s..wonderful! He’s always been self conscious about them, and I’m j-just.. beaming with joy that he’s embracing them more. Have a nice evening, Ms. Yuki.”

The teacher didn’t get a chance to respond as you quickly turned on your heel and began speed walking home. You’d apologize for your abrupt exit another day…right now there were more important matters to worry about. For instance—How on earth did Sanzu find you? How did he know about the twins and where they were? Oh, God…did he know about Satoru?

Dialing him up a few times only for the calls to go straight to voicemail weren’t reassuring in the slightest, having you rush across oncoming traffic just so you could avoid any further delays for your fraying nerves. You could see your apartment complex up ahead, heart thumping in your throat at the familiar, black SUV parked a couple blocks down. Had it not been for the heavily tinted windows and no license plates, you probably would’ve overlooked it. He knew where you lived. Stomach in knots, muscles stiff, nerves shot. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or devastated. Your kids were safe at home, but at what cost? You stood in front of the building, rooted to the ground. Despite mentally preparing for this exact scenario for years, it all went down the drain the second you went to that daycare and discovered your children were missing.

It wasn’t until your phone vibrated did you snap out of your thoughts, shakily pulling the device out of your back pocket to check the notification.

from : unknown 1:06 pm     “ hi, mama.~ ”

Your stomach twisted. Attached to the message were two photos.

The first photo was of your kids eating McDonald's in the kitchen, happily cheesing and waving at the camera. You couldn't hold your choked gasp, hand coming up to hold your quivering lower lip—They were safe.

The second photo...was of Satoru. Tied to a chair, gagged, and beaten senseless. And standing behind him, holding him by his hair so that he could pose for the camera, grinning like a cheshire cat...

Another message pops up. Your grip tightened around your phone.

from : unknown 1:09 pm " daddy's home.~ "

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[zeltqz]

call me or not, it's up to you.

☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.

☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol

It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working. 

“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off. 

“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.

“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”

You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”

He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired. 

He sighed. “You sure babe?”

You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom. 

You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.

@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!

@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢

“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click  through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”

You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem. 

You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.

It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.

There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”

“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?

He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice. 

“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”

“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.

“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”

You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.

Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.

That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him  until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said. 

The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore  he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.

The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.

“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.

“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”

“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.

“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”

Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.” 

Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.

[heartsforyume]

𝙍𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙨𝙝𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝘾𝙎

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: Im sorry this took a day long but please enjoy this , i didint really had much of a motivation for making this but..hope yall love it. love yall, SAY IT BACK.

(𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: i love this photo too much oml)

𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎:

-This man makes you mad for his own enjoyment.

-he loves embarrassing you in public, mostly screaming "THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND!" in a walmart, or "I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!" in a target.

-he absolutely loves PDA because you hate it.

-when i tell you this man loves you, he LOVES you. as in "id let the world burn for you" type of love.

-although he teases you alot , he definitely takes you seriously when your mad..(mostly because he doesn't wanna get his ass whooped.)

-never lets you win on "i love you battles.

-this man will never hurt you, except in the bed.

-in the first week of dating, he always tried to steer the conversation when it came to his occupation, to him he knew he was a badass, but he didint want to look like some sort of weird ass hoodlum to you

-Like his brother, he's very possesive of you, your a grown ass woman and your here with a curfew at 7:00pm.

-one time, he tried to teach you how to fight..it left him frustrated for days..now he prefers protecting you.

-he lets you wear the most revealing ass clothes outside, knowing he's got the power to protect you.

-lets you play with hid hair while watching a movie.

-hes definitely worn a "i have a girlfriend go away" shirt outside with you and without you.

-he says "im married" to girls who ask for his number just to fluster you."

-gets jealous over such small things. like his brother asking a favor from you, you going out with friends. (he sulks afterwards)

-he triggers your bratty side alot..he probably has a kink for it but that will be discussed after sfw.

-he adores you at the fact that you always try to be on the same pace as him, trying to be a wild , energetic , kiling machine.

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎:

-Has called you mommy once or twice.

-usually top but he doesnt mind being sub..although he will be abit unpatient and take control again.

-he bites his lip everytime you give him head, the pleasure taking over him..he'll eventually grab your hair making you take more of him.

-he goes harder and deeper on you when you show your bratty side.

-always leaves hickeys and bruises on you, marking his territory.

-he has a pretty high sex drive, so if your tired..dont care, he'll go again.

(im sorry if the nsfw headcannons were iffy..im just really tired rn. but still love yall..shinichiro next..?)

[6ronze]

BOSS’S WIFE

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ─── 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍!𝐑𝐀𝐍 w fem!reader who’s his boss’, Mikey’s, wife. warning(s) -> angst. nsfw. mdni. ran x reader + mikey x reader. infidelity obvly. a lil bit apathetic reader. dark themes(prostitution mention, drugs, murder). hints of lovesick ran. unrequited love from ran to reader. one-night stand vibes. near death experience. cheater!reader ig. alleged cheater!mikey. there’s some slowburn cs you’re stubborn. miscommunication between mikey and reader. endearments (darling, princess, etc.). car sex. praise. a lot of plot. i dont condone cheating whatsoever. not proofread. wc is 4.5k

author’s comment. mmyyeaahh so i def have a fav haitani now + urghhh not too happy w this BUT i liked exploring the idea

It was hours past midnight, the city cold and humid from recent rain that had stopped minutes ago. You sat beside your husband, Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, on the couch of the isolated jazz club that he owned. He was talking business with some other yakuza men, something about delivery and drugs, perhaps a brief topic of prostitution exchange.

The unsettling environment wasn’t out of the ordinary for you anymore, not since you’ve known Mikey. You’ve stuck to him since middle school—more like he made you stick to him. But you never really made an effort to leave.

He satisfied you enough, your needs, emotionally and physically. Nothing made you feel better than the feeling of being needed, and your husband was the same. He needed an anchor, a reason to be. Coincidentally, you were willing to be both.

“You don’t have to stay here if you’re getting bored, baby. ‘Could always walk around the building or take a smoke outside. I’ll have someone guard you,” you heard your husband speak, snapping you out of your trance. Mikey held an arm around your shoulder, fingers rubbing up and down your arm comfortingly—the complete contrast of the look he had in his eyes. His dark depths gazing at you as if he couldn’t give a fuck if you lived or died the next few seconds. But Mikey never acted like that, of course. He was a great husband considering the lifestyle he led.

“Alright, I’ll do that then,” you nodded obediently, not finding the harm in accepting the given opportunity to leave the monotonous conversation. So you got up after leaving Mikey a quick kiss to his cheek, walking away from the table and walking over to the backdoor exit of the building.

As you did so, you walked past one of Mikey’s men, a familiar tall purple haired man. You recognised him from the corner of your eye, your peripheral vision doing you a favour by informing you who your guard for the night was. It wasn’t a surprise he followed you without having to be ordered, always doing such things involving you voluntarily.

“Shouldn’t stray too far from the building, darling,” you heard him call out to you, most likely, from behind as you stepped out into the window streets, road pretty empty save for the occasional passing cabs.

Your lips strained downward for a split second.

“You’ll be here to lead me back, Ran,” a breathy sigh left your lips, faint smoke leaving your lips from the cold. Your hands tugged on the white faux fur coat you had on, a vain attempt to keeping your tense torso warm. With a confident stride, you kept on walking ahead, paying no regard to the man who tagged behind you like it was his personal wish rather than a dull order from his boss.

“That doesn’t guarantee that I’ll lead you back healthy. You’ll definitely get a cold if you keep walking out here like this,” he retorted without much effort, his tone slight frustrated despite his matter-of-factly manner of answering you. It made your brow twitch, your lips pressed to a thin straight line.

You didn’t add another word to the exchange, letting it hang. Cars proceeded to drive past the road beside you, your legs bringing you further and further away from the jazz club you recently left. It was almost like you were running away. And you were almost determined to do so, though you long knew that was never an option anymore.

Ran noticed every change of your body language even though he only had the view of your back. The subtly tremble of your legs were enough to alarm him, narrowing his lilac eyes and fueling his resolve to keep an eye on you, not for his boss’s sake—for your sake.

Subtly splashes of water from the passing cars filled the atmosphere, faint engines and dim city building lights and with lamp lights setting the perfect atmosphere for you to envision your escape. Everything seemed so perfect, so staged, too good to be true. You were so focused on getting ahead, on heading away miles away from wherever Mikey was—until you were pulled out of it.

A sharp car screech filled the previously silent noise. Suddenly your ears were ringing, all the noise you cancelled out returning to you again. You turned your head, heels backtracking from shock. Ran’s hand held a nearly painful grip on your upper arm, pulling you back with reasinably strength.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed? If that’s what it is then I got a gun with silencer on it for ya to use, for fuck’s sake!” Ran was practically yelling, his voice raised and his expression contorted to one of anger and worry. His brows were furrowed deeply, vein on his forehead and neck practically bulging as he pulled back a bit more before finally releasing you.

“W-what?” was all you could utter, blinking up at him with wide eyes, a bit dumbfounded about the situation.

“You almost got yourself run over by a car, what’s gotten into you? Ya need sleep, or something?” Ran seemed to answer your confusion without hesitation, the realisation that you almost died making you turn around and take in your surroundings.

Shit.

A sports car was practically swerved over to the sidewalk, thankfully not crashing into a post light. The driver drove off after yelling crazy bitch out his window. The insult made Ran grit his teeth, head tilted in further annoyance. You stopped him with a hand on his arm before he could do anything, stealing his attention quite quickly.

“I’m fine. Really. Just tired, like you said,” you muttered with a soft sigh after, lowering your head to gather yourself. All the while you had your lids closed shut, you felt a warm arm circle your shoulders.

“C’mon, let’s get you back,” he murmured, almost trying to comfort you. And in a way it did, he did—his warmth did. You followed him silently, letting him guide you back to the jazz club where Mikey was again.

While you were mostly silent throughout the walk, you eventually spoke up when you realised you were gonna have to face Mikey again. You felt a bit guilty for feeling like this, for wanting to avoid your own husband. But it wasn’t your fault you needed some space, some air to breath away from the heavy atmosphere and tension that was always there with him.

“I don’t wanna go back yet,” you objected, halting your steps abruptly.

Surprisingly, or not, Ran doesn’t scold you. Instead, he stops with you, arm never loosening around you. He merely looks down at you, taking in every detail on your expression at that moment and taking a moment to think about where he could possibly whisk you away to.

“Fine. My car. Then we head back, you hear me?” Ran conceded with a soft huff, centre of his brows still slightly creased from his frowning. He exhaled a quiet okay when you nodded in agreement, hand squeezing your upper arm gently to urge you to keep on walking.

It didn’t take too long for him to find your way to his car parked a few buildings away from the jazz club where Mikey was still in probably. Ran unlocked the car, opening the door of the backseat before gently nudging you in, following suit right after you.

Ran didn’t bother moving to start the engine, knowing the last thing you needed was the AC making you colder than you already were. Speaking of which, Ran couldn’t help but notice your shivering self that quivered against him, the sight of you leaning into him so desperately making him feeling a heavy pang of affection, worry, and a whole bundle of emotions he knew he shouldn’t have, things that he kept buried in the depths of his heart. And yet being in your presence for a few minutes was enough to unravel all of it, every dark detail of it.

“You’re actually chittering, princess,” he muttered, leaning down to press a chaste kiss onto the top of your head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips too in an effort to lighten the mood.

“And you’re actually annoying,” you refuted, voice small yet breathy as you shifted yourself on the leather seats, nuzzling under his arm and into his chest. Your arms were folded over your chest, holding your fur coat close to you. “Hmph, so mean,” you heard him whisper back, sarcasm lacing every syllable.

You more focused on warming yourself up at the moment, but that didn’t mean you didn’t notice how touchy and warm Ran was being. All the questions popped up in your mind about him, until you started questioning yourself, your own actions. You allowed him to do everything he did. You followed him back and forth, allowed him to bring you close to him, hell you even agreed to get in his car when you could’ve suggested some random alleyway to get a breather.

At some point, your shivering stopped. Your arms were wrapped around yourself, eyes staring mindlessly at his lap with your expression awfully neutral—the opposite of your mind that spiralled.

But a few breathers was all it took for you to forget. To dismiss everything. It wasn’t unlike Mikey had done the same anyway, entertaining other people like you were. For all you know, he’s probably done worse considering the amount of clubs he’s went to without you.

Now you’ve somewhat rationalised your actions, you lifted your head from Ran’s chest, tilting your head up to look at him. It seemed like he was staring at you already with how your gazes locked immediately.

“What is it, princess?” He broke the silence with that hoarse yet gentle voice of his, smiling faintly at you as if you were a stray cat he was trying to coax closer. As much as he loved staring into your beautiful eyes, he knew if he allowed to moment to stretch any longer his lips would end up pressed against yours—and just maybe more.

“Just wondering why you give a fuck about me in the first place.”

Ran could feel his smile fade from his face, his violet eyes no longer making an effort to look lighthearted for you. Those downturned eyes of his shifted to a stern gaze, almost determined.

If you thought your mind spiralled, his was a whole damn hurricane now.

“That’s an easy question. Though the answer’s probably something you don’t wanna know,” he answered cryptically, hand on your shoulder squeezing you once.

“You’d wish you never knew,” you heard him add, voice low yet barely above a whisper. You felt your breath hitch in throat, eyes fixated on him still. You felt your mouth dry up and closed your lips, brows furrowing slight as you turned away from him.

“I want to know. I don’t care about some creepy consequence you’re so worried about, Ran. All I’m asking about is why you act so nice w—,” you were stopped between your rant, your attempt to persuade him to be honest with you backfiring.

In a blink of an eye, he had his hand push you back against the seat, lips parted from his persistent tongue. You mumbled something but the kiss muffled your words, previously widened eyes now turning half-lidded from his warmth and shortness of breath.

“R-Ran, get a hold of yourself,” you panted once he broke the kiss, your hands reaching up to his chest and shoulder, failing to push him off of you. He kept you corner between the small space of him and the backrest behind you, face inches away from yours still.

You caught your breath, hands pushing him growing weaker until you decided to let up. Your eyes flickered from your lap up to his face, the resolve in his gaze unwavering.

“What does this mean?” You whispered, quizzically looking at him. The confusion on you towards his actions almost made Ran smile, but all he could manage was a faint laugh.

“Means that I love you.”

The crease between your brows deepened at his confession.

You weren’t exactly pleased per se, but it did make sense. It made a lot of sense. Made his demeanour towards you logical.

You suspected his feelings for you before, though you never entertained the thought. Ran was busy beyond words being Mikey’s executive, and you on the other hand were married. Yet it seems like that didn’t seem to bother Ran much.

“How exactly am I supposed to respond to that, Ran?” You sighed, almost pleading, beautiful orbs of yours falling to your lap once more.

“That’s the thing. You don’t.”

Huh?

Before you could open your mouth, he sealed your lips in another kiss, needier this time. He wanted to shut you up, to take your mind off things—everything. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working.

How could you possibly think about anything else when Ran had a hand on your thigh, running up the thin pantyhose you wore under that dark red leather miniskirt. The force of his greedy kisses made you slump up the plush seat behind you, making you lean over to the side until your back was against the window of the car door. Ran had another hand on your waist, skimming under your coat to cup the flesh your side.

“You don’t have to say a word—I don’t want an answer from you. Just want you, baby,” the man grunted into your mouth, tongue swiping against yours and teeth tugging on your lower lip. His breath was as heavy, much like yours.

It was hard for you not to reciprocate his kisses, his touch, not when he had you cornered with little to no space to move or focus on anything but him. And that was exactly what he wanted—your undivided attention, even if it was just for the moment.

Ran was tired of just admiring you from afar, exhausted from having to settle with the women that kept throwing themselves at him in the clubs he went to after work.

What he hated most was having to imagine you and your stunning figure beneath him whenever he was fucking those girls, having to wish he could see you every day after work like his boss could. Ran wanted the real thing so badly, he fucking craved it. But he hid those desires so well that it would leave anyone in Bonten in shock if they knew he had the fattest, more ridiculous crush on you.

Like a student to his teacher. It was humiliating, yet so fucking thrilling. And that was just it with Ran. Nothing had him more addicted to something other than the excitement.

So while Ran had his hands all over you, lips kissing you everywhere, he made sure to savour it. To take his time suckling on your red tongue, nibbling and marking on your swollen bottom lips that he had damp with saliva. Ran had to make sure you enjoyed it too—‘cause fuck if you didn’t want him as much he wanted you—

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart,” he whispered through bated breath, shifting himself and grabbing one of your legs to lift on the car seat, wanting to be between your legs.

His demands were almost impossible to deny anymore. He’s made your mind hazy from the lewd, sloppy kisses he’s given you. The cold air only made it worse since it only made you crave warmth more than you should—his warmth.

“Good girl, that’s it,” you heard him praise you, his slender fingers running over the waistband of your leather skirt, unfastening the metal button and pulling down the zip. His violet eyes were sickeningly fixated on your lower-half, as if in anticipation to see your most intimate parts—more like anticipating what kind of panties you were wearing, what kind of lingerie you preferred.

You whined softly, still unsure what he was praising you for exactly. Was it for your cooperation? If so then he’ll have to keep on praising you for the next few minutes ‘cause you’d seriously consider acting up if he stopped. What kind of woman were you if you asked him to stop now? Sure, a woman with a moral compass. However, such a thing was discarded by you the first few seconds you entered his car.

Married or not, you didn’t know if there was any kind of woman out there that would resist Ran when he was like this—so attentive, so careful with touching you but gazing at you with predatory-like eyes. You almost felt naked under him even when you weren’t. It was like he saw all of you, inside and out.

And that was when you were beginning to truly be naked under him. Decisive fingers peeling off your leather miniskirt, then hooking under the waistband of your pantyhose to pull it down to your knees.

“Do you trust me?” The question threw you off for a moment, watching him move to sit on his knees on the carseat horizontally and carrying your legs over his shoulders, nearly folding you against the small corner he drove you in.

Your head was practically forced up against the window, back bent forward and legs held by Ran. Your lips quivered subtly, the discomfort adding to your anxiousness. Yet that question of his seemed to stem from that exactly.

With a meek nod, you mumbled a soft yes to assure him. Not a second later he slid his hand down your lifted thighs, rubbing and gently squeezing the inner flesh, cold fingers dangerously close to the apex of your legs. You followed his every move as best as you could, swallowing the lump of nervousness in your throat.

It was almost tantalising, the way he navigated his way down and up your body with such ease, such adoration. If you looked closely enough, you could have seen the gleams of mesmerisation in his violet eyes. And holy fuck, did that turn you on even more, thighs twitching close together with the wet patch on your panties growing bigger.

You could feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of Ran’s lips curling to a smirk. He clearly noticed your arousal, especially so with the view he had of you from that position.

“Ah-ah.. you don’t get to be shy,” Ran warned, hand gripping your thigh tighter to peel them away from each other when you subconsciously started to cross them to hide yourself.

“I’ve been so long for this, darling. So fuckin’ long,” he breathed, impatience evident in the way his gaze alternated between your heaving chest and your fat folds covered by the thing fabric of your panties. Without wasting a moment more, he moved a hand down to your pussy, slipping the long index between your folds, middle finger joining to find your clit with ease, rubbing the sensitive nub up and down in slow motions. You gasped sharply at the sudden pleasure, legs on his shoulders quaking from the stimulation alone.

“So damn soaked for me, baby. Did ya wait for me too?” He cooed, shifting the focus of his slender fingers to your aching slit, gently digging inside through your panties to give you a taste of what was to come.

The soft moans from you was enough to spur him on, half-heartedly fucking you with his fingers through the clothes. It reached a point where the tip of his fingers were soaked in your nectar, all sticky and lubed up to fuck you for real.

Low groans rumbled in his chest with every move he made on your cunt, dipping down your panties until he could feel your walls flutter around with need.

“Need me to fuck you, don’t you darling? Need me balls deep inside you,” you heard him grunt, fingers probing your wet pussy until he wasn’t. He withdrew his fingers, hand moving to his belt instead, unbuckling it to unbutton and unzip his pants with ease.

Ran found it adorable how engrossed you were in the scene of him tugging his pants and boxers downwards to pull out his cock, already hard and throbbing for you.

Bending down to you, Ran had your legs pushed up not from your chest, threatening to squash your tits for the soft jiggle effect he’d drool over.

“Gonna have to relax a bit more, darlin’. I gotta fuck you in the best angle,” he drawled, fastening your legs to his neck and snug on his shoulders. His cologne was borderline intoxicating, the intense scent inducing your lightheadedness.

“‘M not that flexible,” you grumbled, trying to relax your limbs like he said regardless. When you did, he folded your limbs further, adding a little bit of force to reach his desired position. “There ya go, angel,” he murmured just for your ears, earning himself a soft whimper from you.

Not a second later, Ran aligned his cock right up your entrance, the head leaking beads of precum smearing up your folds, pushing his hips forward until he slid up past your entrance. He had you reach up to cling onto his suit jacket, clenching your fingers around his arms while he dug his dick into your depths to the hilt, breath stuck in his throat as if you were choking his throat instead of his cock.

“Holy fuck—feels so fuckin’ good, you feel so good,” he crooned, staying still for a while to let you adjust to the intrusion before he started moving again, pacing it slow at first and subtly progressing to frenzied tempo, hips rocking uncontrollably.

Your lips hung open, eyes darting from Ran’s face to the mess that was your squelching cunt, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the car along with.

“Ran—! Want you cum, cum for me,” you whine, heart hammering in your chest in sync with the seconds he drove his pulsating cock in and out of your gummy walls, the hold he had on your thighs turning desperate as he chased his orgasm, and yours. “Careful what you—fuck-wish for,” Ran stuttered, his arousal amplified with your constant moans and begging, the cramped space thickening the air and tension around your sweat sheened bodies.

“Cum for me, darling—fuck-ngh, cum with me,” he groaned with heavy pants, jaw clenched at the slick feeling of your juices dripped down his shaft to his tense balls, feeling it tighten along with the knot in his lower belly. A few short, frenzied thrusts was all it took for him to finally come undone along with you, your sopping wet pussy clamping down on his heavy cock triggering his orgasm.

Your features scrunched up in pleasure along with Ran, your legs quaking around his shoulders and your toes curled from the feeling of his semen spilling inside you in thick ropes. Ran stayed inside you even after your orgasm, basking in the afterglow with shared breaths and groans.

“I.. hate you,” was all you could breath out at the moment, eyes fluttering and threatening to close with your head rested on the mirror of the car door. Slowly, Ran withdrew his cock from your well-filled cunt, leaving a string of your mixed juices that soon broke to stain your inner thigh.

“Can’t say the same for you, princess..,” Ran chuckled half-heartedly, pulling away and shrugging your legs off his shoulders to lay carelessly on the carseat as he grabbed a tissue to wipe the mess on lingering on your skin.

Your eyes followed the movement of Ran’s hand, watching him clean you up so carefully unlike the roughness he had when he was fucking you earlier. Didn’t even need to glance at your thighs, you knew there were red welts everywhere on them from how much he was clawing onto your flesh desperately.

Silence filled the car for a moment, unspoken words kept deep within yourself as he helped dress you up again, sitting you up properly on the seat and asking if he went too rough on you anywhere.

It wasn’t like he was doting you either. Not too much anyway. He gave you space as much as he gave you his concern, probably aware he crossed some lines that he shouldn’t have. Despite that, Ran being Ran, he wasn’t ashamed, nor did he feel guilty for any of it.

“You know he’ll kill you, right?” your hoarse voice whispered to break the silence, illuminated only by the dim street lights around you.

“Only if he knows.”

“He’s definitely gonna fucking know.”

“He won’t really kill me,” Ran shrugged, stuffing a hand into his pocket to take out a packet of cigarettes, wanting to light one up to take a smoke as if none of it bothered him. And in a way, it really didn’t.

“Ran,” you warned, furrowing your brows and glaring at him in a sideway glance. Your arms folded on chest, head leaning back against the headrest as you turned away and sighed.

“Doesn’t matter. I got the fuck the love of my life—so if he kills me, I’m gonna die with a fucking smile, you hear me?” Ran spoke, his tone of voice clearly set as if he made up his mind when he turned to you, lit up cigarette held between the fingers of his right hand.

“Besides. You sure as hell enjoyed it, hm? Bet you haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while, have you?” he added, hints of teasing lacing his voice with his free hand reaching out to cup your face.

That playful mood of his was short lived when he felt you lean into his hand, eyes fluttering shut. He felt his heart being tugged on.

“You poor thing,” was all you heard him whisper lowly a moment after his lighthearted remark, hand on your cheek moving to the back of your head to pull you into him.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A click echoed in the room and the beeping stopped.

“We got this from the bug we planted in executive Ran’s car, sir.”

A pathetic scoff left Mikey’s lips, his lips curling to a faint smirk before it faded to a straight line again.

The white haired man stared at the voice recording the device laid on the table by one of his men, hands curling to fists as he tried to quell the urge to destroy it—to destroy something.

Except he didn’t. Patience. That was what you taught him.

You taught him patience like it was the best thing in the world, calmness, since he always killed people on sight without hesitation. Mikey tried, for your sake. He worked on more negotiations rather than ordering his executives to go on murder sprees, and one of those negotiations happened tonight at the jazz club.

He thought maybe by now, that he’s got the hang of it. But Mikey doesn’t know if ‘patience’ was good anymore. How was it as ‘good’ as you said, when because of patience, he lost you.

Mikey waited, and waited, and waited for his chance to get closer to you. To open up to you more than the surface level relationship you two had. He wanted to be a real husband to you, to be your lover.

Maybe calmness wasn’t something he should practice anymore. Since you succumbed so easily to what Ran forced on you.

Well, at least you knew he’ll kill Ran.

[unluckilyimnot]

hiiiii, can I please request bonten hc after they found out someone disrespected their gf!!

Bonten when their gf is disrespect

Character: Ran, Rindou, Koko, Sanzu, Mikey

m.list | rules

Note: I wrote that last night I forgot about the "find out" so there's both sorry 😞 thank you sm for your request 🤍

Ran

I hope for the poor guy that it's not in front of him or he can pray for his life and it's gonna be useless

Spoiler it is

It's not written on Ran's face that he's going to kill him, but everyone in the room tensed up at his "excuse me ?"

Your jaw is clenched but you feel so angry and ashamed, you really don't want to help this guy rn

As he started to stammer some useless excuse, Ran shush him instantly

"Come again ? I'm not sure i heard you right"

He's a sadistic, he wants his skin ripped of his body

He lied, not repeating at all his words

Not knowing it's gonna be worse

"So you lie to me now on top of insulting my lover?"

The second he stand up you know it's the end for him

He take one hit, then another, and another

Ran probably exposed a full bottle of alcohol on top of his head to end it

"Never again, do you hear me ?" He said, bend down to his level

Hoping that he made it clear to everyone in the room that disrespecting you it's worse than disrespecting him

Rindou

He got angry and doesn't wait to stand up

They don't even get to finish their sentence that their face is somehow already hitting the table

Doesn't matter where you are, he's never gonna let that slide

"Hey you think you're more important than her to speak shit like that ?"

He hits him until he answers, grabbing his face fiercely, letting the blood of his nose and mouth run down his fingers

"I didn't hear you ?"

If he's already knock down, he call the security to leave him in the street

He excuses himself to you all night even if you tell him it's not his fault, he thinks it is

He's suppose to make sure that all his subordinates respect you

Koko

"What ??"

You tell him what happened tear his eyes off his computer

He's in disbelief, this can't be true

He frown ad you go on with your story, walking in circles in front of his desk

He has to get up and catches you for you to stop but he can tell how upset you are

He will ask for their name again, and calm you down, smoothing your back

kindly whipping the frustration tears that show up in your eyes

He would probably take you out on a nice dinner to clear your head

You won't hear about it for a few days

But one day you'll wake up to see that their company went bankrupt and that they were found dead in their appartement, seemly suicide

If you ask Koko, he'll say he doesn't know about it but deep down you know he did it

Sanzu

He's mad to say the least

He wants to end them himself

You're tough, he knows you can handle your business alone but he just can't stand it

He'll find him himself to make him understand that that's not something you said to someone on of the higher-ups of Bonten loves

If there's one thing Sanzu put at the same place as Mikey, it's you

It's like disrespecting his boss, he can't let it unpunished

He'll probably step into their place and shot them down if there's no-one important

If they happen to be, he'll just make sure to make things complicated for them until they beg for help/found

Mikey

You're so precious he can't even picture someone talking you badly

But on top of that, you're the Bonten's boss gf, they really don't know what they're doing

But he won't handle it himself

He's too busy making sure you know your worth and make it up for you

He just make sure they suffer for good while he's having a good time with you

If it happened in front of him though, they're shot down without thinking

He can always find someone better, he doesn't need someone that don't respect him, and by that he means disrespecting you as well

It's been a while ! I hope you liked it ♡

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲

✩‧₊ How would they react to being trolled by you showing up with a fake hickey on your neck?

✩‧₊ H e a d c a n o n s !

✩‧₊ 𝑭𝒕. Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora would quickly notice the mark on your neck and it would actually make him extremely uncomfortable and overcome with jealousy.

"Are you cheating on me or did I do this to you? If I did, I don't remember." He would question, waiting for a nice excuse from you, even if you explained that it was just makeup, Kazutora would take a while to believe it.

"Makeup? I'm going to pretend to believ- Uh? It's really makeup, damn." Kazutora would approach you and as soon as he saw that it was just makeup as you had already said, he would be relieved and would already imagine a way to get revenge with another trick.

"Do you think stringing me along is funny? Wait until I get revenge on you." He would say laughing.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

"Whatever you did, it must have been good for you to have that hickey on your neck." Baji would say in a serious tone, just looking at you with a mocking expression, it is practically impossible to troll him since he is the one who usually does the trolling, so Baji soon realized that it was nothing more than makeup, so the brunette was just started laughing in your face.

"Do you think you're fooling me? You don't know me? You underestimated me too much, it will come back when you least expect it." Still mocking you and the situation, Baji spoke while remaining with a smile on his face.

"You know what? Just for your audacity, I'm going to make one of these for real!" Looking you up and down, he said."Only it won't be on the neck, no." Finishing his speech, Baji went and showed you that his words were not in vain.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

It would take Manjiro a long time to notice the mark on your neck, so you had to purposely show it to him to see if he could repair it.

"What the fuck happened there?" He would say, looking at you with a doubtful expression as soon as you put your hair aside and ended up leaving the fake mark completely visible.

"Was it me who did this? What a mess." Manjiro would speak approaching you. "Wait, it wasn't me, what's this about, Y/n?" Completing his speech, he would say completely disbelieved, waiting for a viable excuse, he would be somewhat impatient until you explained that it was nothing more than makeup and that it was just trolling.

"So that's how it is? You can prepare yourself and there will be a comeback." After understanding that he had fallen for your joke, he would definitely plan a way to troll you as revenge.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"What's that about your neck? Did you get a hickey or a spank?" Izana would curiously approach your neck seeing that mark, he would look at it and observe you with a disapproving look right after, despite that, he would soon realize that it was nothing more than makeup, however, Izana preferred to pretend that it fell on his face. trolling.

"I didn't expect this from you, how could you leave me for someone else? What did I do wrong... I didn't deserve this..." Shaking his head and behaving dramatically, Izana would try to deceive you while you betrayed the fact of that just be trolling.

"Ah, you think you're fooling me? Silly! I know it's makeup, I'm the one who ended up trolling you." Izana said mocking you.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho always ends up taking trolls very seriously, no matter how hard he tries not to fall for them, he almost always does but in the end he prefers to pretend that he was just playing along.

As soon as he saw that mark on his neck, Kakucho remained still just looking at you suspiciously, measuring your neck carefully while thinking of something to say.

"Okay, what happened here?" He would ask you in disbelief, waiting for a convincing answer, but before you even said it was a troll, Kakucho would realize that the brand was fake and would breathe a sigh of relief.

"You almost managed to make me believe, next time do better makeup." Kakucho would say, laughing secretly, hiding all the jealousy he had felt before realizing he was being trolled.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"You don't even make a point of hiding that territory marking around your neck?" Rindou would say in a tone of mockery and seriousness at the same time, not being able to hide how irritated he was to see you with a mark that wasn't made by him.

"I don't remember doing that, who did it? Do you prefer him over me?" Jealous, he would question, waiting for a viable answer from you, but, as soon as he paid a little more attention to your neck, he would realize that it was nothing more than makeup, so, to end up turning the tables, he would try to troll you. pretending he wouldn't talk to you anymore. "I never want to look at your face again, Y/n! Go away!" He would say seriously, but when he realized you were taking him seriously, he would start laughing.

"I'm just kidding, silly, Do you think I wouldn't get revenge for trying to troll me? That was funny." Rindou would say, hugging you, still laughing in your face.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Trolling Ran is a complicated mission since he is always very attentive, so you made the fake mark as realistic as possible so that he could notice it quickly.

"Come on, what the fuck is that on your neck? As far as I remember, I didn't do that, no way." Ran would say the exact moment you caught a glimpse of your "marked" neck, he would look at you with disgust for a moment and come closer to you to analyze that mark closely.

"Good try." Laughing, he would say as he passed his hand around his neck and ruined his makeup, thus also ruining his trolling since he didn't even have time to fall for that lie.

"Just out of anger I'm going to do a real one now, do you think you can troll me like that? You know I don't know how to joke." Mocking the failure in your trolling, he would say before actually marking your neck to serve as a lesson to be learned, despite this, he would certainly already be thinking of a way in his mind to troll you as well to get revenge.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Sanzu would quickly notice the mark on your neck, he would observe the mark closely trying to remember if he had done something like that, when he came to the conclusion that it was not his doing, Haruchiyo would talk about the matter immediately.

"I don't remember making that mark on your neck, what the fuck is that?" He would say irritated, waiting for you to give a convincing explanation, as soon as you said it was just trolling, Sanzu still wouldn't trust your words.

"Trolling? If you have someone else just tell me, I don't want to hear from you anymor- wait, is there glitter on your neck? Is that shit really makeup?" As soon as he saw that it was just makeup and even more just a somewhat shimmery purple eyeshadow, Sanzu would laugh at himself for falling for that trick and being overcome by jealousy, even so, he would soon frown and spend a few hours without talk to you, but then he would come back as if nothing had happened.

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𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 —

— : [nsfw ] cheating, unprotected sex, pet names, mutual pining + dacryphilia

— : wc : 832

it feels too good inside you to ever stop. he can’t get your voice out his head or the way you moan and beg for him. he wouldn’t be able to stop even if you two did get caught.

“leave him” ran whispers into your soft skin, dick pressing against your cervix with every deep thrust. it feels like he’s in your throat and you choke out a loud moan, eyes tearing up at how good he makes you feel.

“i want to” you gasp, gripping his shoulders hard. he hisses at the feeling but never wants you to stop scratching him up. ran thinks about you when the hot water cascades down his body and hits his back in the shower.

“yeah?” he grins against your neck. you’ve never said that before, no matter how many times he’s said this. something has shifted and he feels it in the way you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to kiss you.

“yeah” you whisper against his lips. he forces you to keep looking at him, grip tight around your neck and jaw.

“keep your eyes on me baby” ran groans, “just like that”

he picks up his pace, holding you down with his other hand. his long fingers press into your skin and it hurts but you don’t seem to mind. the feeling keeps you from floating away, eyes wide and glassy.

you were so beautiful and he could never let anyone else have you ever again. he was a selfish man after all and he would gladly keep proving that.

he feels you squeeze his cock, moans echoing throughout his bedroom. it drowns out the noise coming from the party downstairs.

“feel good?” he smirks and you nod, unable to form any coherent thoughts or words aside from the moans and cries of his name.

his name. not your stupid fucking boyfriend.

“always” you say, struggling to think about anything that wasn’t him or his voice or his body against yours. in moments like these, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty. you wanted him the same way he’s always wanted you.

“kiss me” you plead and he gives in easily, like always. his lips are soft against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth the moment you gasp at a particularly hard thrust.

he’s so deep inside you, the head of his cock pressing into the spot you need him most. you don’t even try to hide your moans, wanting to be loud for him.

he remembers when he first met you. he never understood how girls liked anyone in his friend group. sure he wasn’t any better but he’s always been open and upfront about what he’s wanted.

that was until this thing between you and him got more serious. he never thought he’d want to settle down with anyone but god he needed you. he would deal with the consequences and it wasn’t like that bastard ever deserved you.

“come on baby, you know i make you feel good” he grins, watching you twitch and squirm as he grinds the head of his cock against your cervix over and over again.

you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer towards you. you couldn’t really think of anything else right now but you knew you wanted him the same way he wanted you.

he makes time for you and always checks up on you even when he’s so busy, unlike your boyfriend who always has a stupid excuse. it makes you sad, especially because you know they work together so why couldn’t he try and make more time for you the way his best friend did?

“want you” you whisper against his lips, “please ran”

he grins, kissing you again. he didn’t feel bad, why would he when you were this beautiful and this open just for him? he’s wanted you since the day he first met you and nothings changed since then.

“i’m all yours sweetheart” he kisses your lips softly, “you’re mine, right?”

you nod, tears clinging to your pretty lashes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. your body feels tingly all over and you almost feel like you’re floating.

ran knows your body better than you or anyone else does and it’s evident in the way he takes his time to break you apart just to slowly put you back together.

“go ahead, cum for me” he urges, needing to feel you cum around his cock.

your mouth drops open, a silent scream leaving your pretty lips as you cum, all over him. it lasts a while that he has to hold your hips down to help you relax. your body won’t stop shaking and he can see that you’re crying.

that’s what has him cumming hard inside you. he’s always loved your pretty face but something about seeing you cry because of him, for him, was a huge turn on.

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ran Haitani

Lets start the week with some wink wonk HCs ;)

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: H, A, I, T, N Warnings: 18+, Talks of sex (obvi)

Enjoy ~

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ran keeps himself groomed when he has a partner

When he is single his grooming can slip a bit in ranking

Ran isn’t very hairy in general

Besides pubic hair, he doesn’t grow much more than fuzz on his chest and the sparsest trail of a few hairs from his groin to his navel —so he usually just shaves those off when he’s grooming

If he does grow any chest hairs I feel he’d shave those off too but that's not often

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ran likes to lay back and hold his partner or just lay with each other if they don't feel like cuddling or being touched

He might lay on his side and talk to you about anything; the sex you had or what you want to have for dinner, etc 

He may even joke around a bit with that lazy smile of his as he runs his finger tips up and down your sides or through your hair

I also can see he being quite playful from time to time and may take the opportunity of you being so relaxed and naked to tickle you, especially if you’re joking around

Overall aftercare with Ran is really chill and comforting in a playful way

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depends on the mood of the night

Most of the time sex is just fun and shouldn’t be too serious

If one of you hit your head or knock teeth he’ll let out a little laugh and kiss you w/o it breaking the mood

Lazy love making is his jam *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻

Taking his time on his partner

But the most important thing is if you’re both enjoying it

So he can be romantic but it’s all about what the two of you want in the moment 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes & Yes

Ran is a pretty chill partner tbh

If you like using toys or want to try any, he’s down

He’s down you use them on his partner and have them used on him

Likes restraining his partner from time to time and edge them w/ a vibrator

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not that it’s a turn off or anything but Ran doesn’t seem like he’d be too into BDSM

He can get behind holding their wrists down/ restraining them with his hands or tie

But overall he doesn’t really need a bunch of bells and whistles to have fun during sex

He’d do it if his partner wants him to

Overall being in control and partaking in major BDSM has just never been a big fantasy for him / something that he needs to do to enjoy himself

I hope I’m doing Ran’s character justice, what do you think?

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :)

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

[anisespice]

thinking of possessive!haitani brothers who’d only let those who can beat them in a fight shoot their shot with you.

Despite many suitors that waltzed into your life claiming they were better company, it always ended the same way—broken bones and broken egos. Tonight was no different as lucky number seven tried it while you were topping off your drink. Either of them would’ve done it for you no problem, but where was the fun in that? Especially with the shitload of looks you got during your walk from their section to the bar. Only a matter of seconds before some sorry sucker became the brothers’ entertainment for the night.

“Oi. Twelve o’clock.” Rindou nudged his older half, jutting his chin in the direction of the prowling gigachad. “Get a load of this guy.”

Ran sized up the guy from over the rim of his glass. Good physique, clean shaven, styled like some haughty movie star, straight teeth and flashy jewelry to subtly showcase how fat his wallet is, no doubt. This one could be considered a worthy opponent, someone they could take their time toying with when they eventually swoop in to shut him down.

He snorted, setting down his drink. “What’s our move?”

Rindou clicked his tongue, tilting his head. “Give it a good three minutes, tops. Let him butter her up, pay for her drink maybe. If she’s not feeling him, make our appearance and take the bastard out back.”

“Hm,” Ran hummed, nodding. Then, his grin turned sharp. “And if she is feeling him?”

They both watched intently as you giggled away at whatever the guy just whispered in your ear, playfully shoving his shoulder while he flashed you an award-winning smile. The two brothers clenched their jaws at the display, that familiar venomous feeling bubbling in the pit of their stomachs and clawing up their chests. Ran appeared unbothered, aside from the unreasonably strong grip around his glass, while Rindou wore his irritation out on his sleeve—Furrowed brows, curled upper lip, stiffened shoulders that shook with adrenaline—They were pissed. And they were thrilled.

Rindou cracked his neck. “We make her watch.”

Even though they were certain you’d be upset having to witness another violent display of their devotion, it would surely pass. This was merely a reminder that no one could take better care of you than they could. It was a necessary evil, something they knew riled you up in the best way—Why else would you continue entertaining these bozos, right in front of them?

Ran nodded once more, releasing the glass that now sported a small crack on the side. “Couldn’t agree more, otouto.”

[acrid-wondrland]

TokyoRev Headcanons on Hyper Specific Talents They Have

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🐈‍⬛️Chifuyu is one of the top Pokemon TCG players

🚚Kisaki can stack cups really fast like those cup stacking champions

💤Ran can guess what language someone is speaking with 80% accuracy even though he can't speak it.

🚬Hanma knows how to fix Pachinko machines specifically.

🔴⚪️Kakucho can cook something nearly identical if he tries it once.

💊Sanzu can draw a perfect circle in one go.

🐉Draken can rap really fast.

💴Koko can memorize the way somewhere just by looking at a map for a few seconds.

🔥Inupi can make his voice sound convincingly like a girl.

🚹Hakkai can bend himself backwards into a near perfect circle and grab his ankles with his hands.

🥋Wakasa can hold his breath for almost 5 minutes straight.

🎧Rindou can do the slickback perfectly

🇧🇷South is weirdly lucky at betting on horse races.

🔐Mikey can wiggle his ears.

🎴Izana can inhale his drinks so fast it looks almost instantaneous.

🧛‍♀️Baji is really good at and can do some crazy parkour.

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What about urs 👀

[zeltqz]

selfish, selfish lover | haitani ran

syn. being in a no strings attached relationship with ran is hard, especially when he's so emotionally unavailable for your tastes.

notes. originally this was going to be for shuji because....duh, but then i had a dream of this exact scenario with ran instead. so ofc ima so a 180 and write toxic ran. love that shit saurr muchhh

“This is the tenth time your horny ass called me over this week.” You dropped your bag onto Ran’s nightstand, ignoring the way it landed toppled over, some items rolling onto the floor.

You moved to sit on his bed and Ran looked at you from his desk. He closed his laptop and turned on the chair to face you. You watched his eyes linger on your outfit, a slow smirk curling onto his lips. “I didn’t ask you to dress up for me tonight.”

“It’s not for you. I was out and you called me.”

“You still look nice tonight.”

“Tonight?” you asked, crossing your arms together. “What do you mean tonight? What about yesterday? Or the eight other times this week alone you called me to fuck?” you complained as Ran stood up from his seat and made his way towards you.

He stopped in front of you on the bed as you glared up at him, face in a deep scowl. “You good? Why so upset?” he asked as he cupped your face with one hand, long fingers digging into your cheeks as he tilted your face to look up at him.

“I’m not upset,” you said, tone clearly upset.

He didn’t have the time, nor energy to debunk why you were acting up right now. “Yeah, whatever.” He shrugged his shirt off and for a moment you felt your frustrations disappear. 

He gently pushed you flat on your back on the bed and climbed on top of you, arms caging you in against him and the mattress. He leaned down and marked your neck with kisses. You sighed softly and tilted your head back, moving your fingers to his hair. The feeling of his lips against your skin was long missed and he barely gave you time to marvel in the sensation before quickly moving down. 

He hooked a finger past the hem of your dress, so tight it was clinging to your skin, and slid it up and over your hips. He grabbed at the flesh of your ass and thighs as he kissed down your stomach, fingers deftly caressing and massaging your thighs. 

He shedded your clothes off with ease, undoing your bra in record time and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. You arched further,  pressing your ass back against his hips to feel his hard cock pressing against your ass through his boxers.

“Love your body so much. Fuck,” he groaned, the low raspy sound making a moan escape from you. He gripped the flesh of your ass with two big hands, spanking once to elicit a long moan from you into the sheets as you gripped them tight. 

He slowly inserted a finger, then two, gently fucking them into you. Your hips stuttered and you struggled to keep the lower half of your body up in the air. He scissored his fingers, curling them at the right angles to make you scream, clutching at the sheets in desperation. His fingers were drenched in your slick when he pulled them out, using that to lube up his cock. 

“Get the condom in there.” He gestured towards the bedside table. You reached over with shaky fingers and slapped around until you found one, reaching behind you to hand it to him. 

He opened it and rolled it down the length of his cock, his boxers pulled to his knees as he lined his cock to your entrance. “You ready?”

“Yeah, just hurry up.”

He slowly inserted himself, a low groan escaping him as he tilted his head back, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning as his cock sank into your warm heat. His hands rested against the sides of your ass, holding you in place.

“Shit,” he grunted, snapping his hips to shove his cock deeper in you. You screamed and clutched at the sheets almost painfully, your knuckles turning a different colour. He pulled you back to meet each of his thrusts, ramming his cock into you with enough force to knock you off balance. You collapsed onto your chest, your hips still in the air as he continued his ravenous thrusts. 

He leaned forward until his arms were on either side of your head, the new position forcing his cock to hit at a deeper angle. He grinded his hips down into yours. 

“Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear. “Best pussy I ever had.” 

You couldn’t verbally respond, unable to even come up with any words as you moaned continuously. Your thighs ached from the position, your back now starting to suffer. Whenever it came to fucking Ran, he always chose the positions hard on your body whether he meant to or not. Your favourite was always to be facing him, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible, touching him, kissing him, running your hands greedily along his chest and back muscles. 

“I’m gonna, fuck.” He slammed his hips against yours one more time and groaned as he came into the condom. He waited a few seconds to catch his breath before slipping out of you. You felt empty when you heard him slip off the bed, tugging his boxers back up. He headed back to his desk to grab his phone.

“Ran,” you said sternly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up from his screen to even acknowledge you.

“I didn’t finish.”

“Finish what?” 

“Didn’t finish my exam. What the fuck do you think, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, still not looking at you. You heard the text message swoosh sound effect as he texted someone back, and your chest ached at the thought of it being another girl. Though you two never made things official, you still weren’t seeing any other guys, and assumed he wasn’t seeing anyone else either. After all, if he was, why would he call you almost 8 times a week just to hook up with you.

“Oh my god.” You genuinely wanted to punch him. “I didn’t cum. I can’t believe you’re making me spell this out to you right now.” You know you sound so whiny right now, but the fact he’s not even paying attention to you has you feeling beyond frustrated.

He looked up from his phone at you as it finally registered. “You didn’t?” You shook your head. He finally turned off his phone, tossing it on the edge of the bed, landing beside you. “Oh shit, baby. ‘M so sorry. Lemme make it up to you.”

The cloudy fog in your mind had finally lifted, all bright sunny skies now. “Really?” you asked a little too hopefully, watching his every move as he rounded the bed again, sitting down next to you. 

“Yeah come on.” He pulled your knee over his lap to straddle him and kissed you soundly. You kissed him back just as eagerly, desperate for some kind of attention and affection, lacing your fingers in his hair.

He reached inside his boxers and pulled his cock out. “Wait, make me hard first.” 

You agreed and slid off his lap, onto your knees on the floor. His hands curled into fists on the sheets as he watched you lap at his cock. You sucked the tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue up and down the length of his cock. You finally took him fully in your mouth, bobbing your head as you attempted to take him deeper in your mouth.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, throwing his head back, moving his hand to your hair to help you take it deeper. Your nose pressed into his pelvis and you gagged as he held you there for a few seconds before pulling you off. His cock was coated in your saliva and your breathing ragged as you panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Come here.” He moved both hands behind his back as you clambered back on top of him, fitting him back up to your entrance. “Fuck yourself on me till you cum,” he ordered, saying the words against your lips. 

You nodded and slowly sank down on his cock, moaning softly into his mouth when his cock curved at the right spot. With each roll of your hips his hands grip onto your hips, crescent shaped fingernails digging into your skin as he fights the urge to control your movements, but he stops himself, reminding himself that this was for you not him.

As you bounced on him, he wanted to reach out and touch your tits, grab and squeeze them, lick them as they bounced in his face but he kept his hands to himself. You wished he could do more to help you finish, just even touching you or whispering dirty things into your ears would do wonders, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment by begging so you kept it to yourself. 

You wished he could touch you too. Wanting him to play with your clit, use those fingers of his to good use, but he’s just keeping his hands to himself. It’s so incredibly frustrating, especially with this position. You want to kiss him, wrap your arms around his shoulders, mark him with your lips, but you feared you weren’t on that level. It wasn’t so bad, you thought as you neared your orgasm. You felt your thighs beginning to ache, the familiar warmth inside your abdomen coming to light.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you whisper, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling. You grinded against his hips, chasing that feeling and trying to make his cock hit that spot inside you. 

His phone pinged and you ignored it, continuing your movements. He, on the other hand, grabbed it. You felt yourself getting closer, opening your eyes to see him back on his phone, smiling down at his screen. The all too familiar heat dimmed out as you realised his attention was no longer on you, and back on that stupid phone.

Your hips and movement slowed to a steady grind, the passion from earlier now gone. You just want to go home.

“Oh I’m cumming,” you lied straight through your teeth, a hollow feeling adding to the iciness already in your chest when he doesn’t even respond. Seriously, why the fuck were you here? 

You slipped off him and began to search for your clothes.

“Oh, you’re done?” He locked his phone and set it down beside him. “That was quick.”

“Yeah whatever.” You re adjusted your dress in the mirror and grabbed your bag from his nightstand. “I’m going now.”

“Alright bye.”

When you entered your car, you fought from breaking down where you sat. You were unsure why that was so humiliating. It was when you realised that the reason his subtle neglect hurt more this time was because you actually liked him, and subconsciously wanted him to like you back. The two of you never used to do aftercare, so you were unsure why you expected it now. You both barely spoke during it, or barely kissed and actually made love like you wanted to. It wasn’t worth it anymore though. His priorities were clearly set elsewhere and so were yours. 

That night you vowed to yourself to ignore the next time he texts. It's been a week since that incident and he finally texted you this afternoon.

ran: yo? U busy tonight?

You: yes. Leave me alone

ran: okay cool. When are you free? I miss you 

You: I don’t. sorry I can’t do this anymore. Whatever you call this shit. I want to stop

ran: why?

You: because its not worth it anymore. I want to focus on my studies and getting into med school. I skipped so many classes whenever you would text me and i just wanna focus on myself. 

ran: i never forced you to come. That was your choice

You: i know. I never blamed you did i? plus the way you treated me last time just made me feel horrible and i dont think i want to continue anymore

ran: where is this even coming from?did you not finish last time?

You: I didn’t. maybe you would’ve noticed if you actually gave a fuck about the person in front of you and paid attention. just forget. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Just move on. Ur hot you can find another fuck buddy in no time 

You: oh and don’t text me again. Thanks

ran: tf? you can’t just say all this and leave

You: watch me

2 missed calls

ran: so ur really just gonna ignore me instead of having an actual conversation about what’s bothering you? And you said my communication was shit

ran: man, whatever 

You blocked him that night. It hurt for a few days and you would go back and reread the conversation, wondering if you really handled it that well. You knew you had to be harsh because if you didn’t he’d use his sweet words to try to coax you back in. And the last thing you wanted was to repeat the cycle.

The next few months fly by without any contact with Ran. Despite having some mutual friends, like your neighbour Kakucho, he always gave you a heads up when Ran was coming to a party, or hangout so you could stray away that day. You caught up on all your missing work, retook some exams and overall found your mental health improving. You got sent a letter from your dream med school telling you you’d been accepted and you were overcome with joy. All your hard work paid off, all the late night study sessions in the library, staying up till 6am revising. 

Kakucho simply lived down the road from you and you all but skipped on your way to his house, pounding on his door and smiling from ear to ear when you heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. 

He opened the door, eyes wide when he looked at you. 

“I got in!” You held up your acceptance letter up to his face to see, bouncing on the balls of your feet. 

“What?”

“I got in! LOOK !” You shoved the letter more in his face and he had to pull back a bit to read it. 

His eyebrows rose as he processed the information, a small smile on his face. “Oh shit. Congratulations. But I think you shou—”

“Can you believe it?! My work finally paid off. Holy shit, I’m going to uni,” you said as you shook his shoulders relentlessly. “Do you understand what this means to me?”

“I have a brief idea, but—”

“I could use some alcohol right now. You got some?”

You pushed past Kakucho who was doing his best to guard the door to prevent you from entering. He sighed, unable to get a single word out and followed you to the kitchen as you slapped around his cupboards for some liquor.

“(Name) I seriously don’t think you should be here right now.” As if to prove his point he heard footsteps coming down his stairs. “Ran—”

“Yeah Whatever.” You clicked your tongue and waved him off flippantly. “Ran has nothing to do with this, or my success. I did this by myself. This,” you held the now wrinkled piece of paper back in his face, “won’t hurt my feelings, make me feel like shit, and tell me everything I want to hear so it could fuck me one last time. This shit is real. I’m going to fucking med school Kaku!” You cheered again. 

Someone started clapping in the hallway, a slow pace that sounded nearly sarcastic and your excitement came to a halt, leaving your body and melting as you met eyes with the man in question. 

Kakucho sighed and stepped out of the doorway to allow Ran entry into the kitchen. He had the decency to keep some sort of distance from you, but the way he was biting his lip to stop from smiling at the sheer shocked look on your face was just as aggravating. 

“Oh, you got in? Congratulations.”

You frowned, looking at Kakucho who didn’t want to meet your eyes. It clicked to you that this whole time he was trying to warn you that he was here, but you stubbornly ignored all his attempts. Even though you knew of this, you still couldn’t help but feel bitter at both of them for the lack of insight.

You crossed your arms, fixing the tall man with the hardest glare you could muster. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t realise this was your house?” he questioned. You felt his eyes on you heavily, thoroughly examining you before breaking out into a chuckle. 

“What the hell is so funny?”

He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing. Just think it’s funny you got in despite how much you skipped.”

“And who’s fault was that?” 

“I didn’t force you to come.”

Your eyes narrowed and you felt your temper rising before Kakucho stepped in, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Alright you two that’s enough. I seriously don’t want any drama right now, so can you both take this outside and fix it, or let it go?”

You glared at Ran for a few more seconds before whipping your head to glare at Kakucho. “Let it go? What do you think I’ve been doing for the last god knows how many months!”

“Oh yeah about that. When are you gonna unblock me?” Normally you’d find his smiles charming, but now they’re only used as a weapon to aggravate you even more. “I’m still hurt about that.”

“Oh please.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to stop yourself from going insane. You couldn’t even look at his face. 

You turned to look at Kakucho, seeing the apprehensive look on his face and calming down a little. “I’ll see you… later.”

He nodded and pulled you in for a hug, patting your back. “Congratulations, seriously. I’ll take you out to celebrate later this week.”

You pulled away and smiled tensely at him. You turned to walk away, feeling Ran’s eyes linger on your body as you walked past him. You made it down the front steps, gaze fixed to the ground as you all but stomped your way out. 

“I’ll be inside in a sec,” Ran said before closing the front door, catching up to you in no time. He grabbed your arm and you flinched, pushing him off you. 

“Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down. Just wanted to say congratulations.” You stayed silent, hoping your glare was harsh enough to turn him to stone. “Silent treatment, huh? How mature.”

“Oh fuck off. What do you know about maturity,” you spat back before you could stop yourself. Mentally you were screaming at yourself to just book it home, stop giving this man any of your attention. But he had gotten the last word too many times and your pride didn’t allow you to step down. 

“Aw come on. You still can’t possibly be mad at me.” You fixed him a look that screamed are you serious?  “You may think everything I told you was bullshit, but it wasn’t. I really did miss you, you know?” He lifted his hand to cup your cheek but you slapped it away.

“You know those words mean less and less if you say it to every single girl you ever fucked.”

He wrinkled his nose, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fucking sounds so crude.”

“Well you can’t call what we did passionate love making,” you said, voice dripping in sarcasm. 

It either went straight over his head, or he played into it because he shrugged and asked, “why not?”

“Why n—” Oh whatever did you see in this man? He was so infuriating. “Because it wasn’t!” 

He took a step closer, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why not though,” he asked slowly, leaning in closer to your face. He still had that smirk slowly curling on his lips, and you wanted to slap it off and kiss him at the same time.

“B-because there was no after care. We barely spoke outside of it, and it just feels like I don’t even know you anymore. We used to be close before this too.” You were in shock with how honestly you answered, your vulnerability and insecurities surrounding the matter coming to light. You hated how quickly he made you switch up, your mind and body at war with themselves as you strugged with what to do.

Ran let the silence stretch out as he stared at you, your glare growing even deeper. He slowly stood back up, nodding. “Gotcha. So next time, before we fuck, I should talk to you for hours before and after to make you feel special. Got it.”

“Ran, you know that’s not what I meant.” You sighed, pinching your nose bridge. Seriously, what was the point convincing this twenty year old man of basic human empathy? “You know what, forget it. I forgot you’re too far gone to the point you struggle to have conversations with girls without trying to get in their pants.”

“You don’t know that. I’m an excellent conversationalist.”

“I highly doubt that.”

He shook his head and chuckled, the sound grating your ears. You turned to walk away. He took a step closer to you and grabbed your arm. Your feet found themselves glued to the floor when he turned you back around to face him. He pulled you close enough your chest brushed against his. You could smell his cologne, the same one that was always so dizzying and made your head feel warm. He reached down and cupped your cheek, the size of his palm nearly engulfing the whole side of your face. His thumb ran down the curve of your cheek, past your mouth, to your chin and he sighed deeply. 

“You hosting a celebration party?”

You swallowed thickly when you noticed his eyes fixed your lips. “Not me, but my friends are—”

“You gonna invite me?” He flicked his eyes up at you, smirking.

Someone needed to slap you, or douse you in cold water to make you snap out of whatever trance he’s got you in. You know you should be mad at him, and your anger is completely justified, but the way his other hand lingered on your lower back, pulling you closer to him is making you rethink everything.

“Well?” He hummed, tilting your chin up to force you to look into his eyes. 

“I don’t know.” You finally unglued your tongue from the roof of your mouth to respond to him. 

“What’s the worst that can happen? I can’t spend your special day with you?” You looked past him to glance at the road, but he nudged your face back to face him. “Hm?”

“I said I don’t know," you said with a sigh, staring down at the gravel beneath you.

He nodded, backing away from you and you felt like you could finally breathe. “I’ll probably just show up anyway,” he said simply and you rolled your eyes. Of course he would. “So it’s best you might as well invite me so I can feel more involved. Makes it feel more legit, yanno?”

You let out an airy chuckle. “I’ll think about it.”

He smiled and you had to force yourself to keep a straight face, not wanting to show him that he was affecting you. Hell, he probably already knows. With how close he was there was no denying he didn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. After all these months of no contact, your feelings for him still haven’t left. That was the most disappointing thing.

Leaning down to your level, he planted a kiss on your cheek. He slowly trailed his lips over to your ear, whispering, “Don't forget to text me," before backing away from you. You stiffened at the feeling, his voice echoing inside your mind as you watched him with pure disbelief on your face as he walked backwards to the house before disappearing inside.

[wolfiesmoon]

I can't sleep

Ran x good girl!reader

Do i want a bad boy (literal criminal) bf? Yea but i would probably cry if he insulted me or got into trouble in any capacity at all

(i am totally not unironically vibing to pretty little psycho while writing this)

edit: i made a part 2!!

"I dare you to kiss Haitani Ran." Your friend nudged you.

You knew you shouldn't have agreed to this stupid game of truth or dare. You knew your friend was going to make you do stupid stuff like this.

"Like... the big scary delinquent guy?" You asked, hoping you heard her wrong.

"Yeah, that Haitani Ran." Your friend smirked mischeviously.

"How about I don't do that?" The last thing you'd want to do is get involved wth any delinquents or gangs. You have no idea how dangerous Ran could be and even if he wasn't you'd still refuse to kiss a good for nothing delinquent.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" you followed up, realising just how bad this dare could end up.

"You do know that refusing this dare means that you have to do anything I say for a week, right?" Your friend had a horribly evil look on her face. You don't even want to know the things she would make you do if you refused this stupid dare.

But is kissing Ran any better? Pick your poison, you suppose.

"Fine, I'll do it." You said behind clenched teeth, not at all happy about this outcome. You've never even kissed before, and now you have to kiss freaking Ran Haitani. You might actually die.

Why did you agree? What is wrong with you?

This might just be the worst day of your life.

You ended up being a little unfocused in class, making your teacher worry.

.

"Haitani-san." you call out to him, your voice dying off slightly at the end due to nerves. You're the only ones left in the classroom, with your friend watching from behind the door to make sure you actually do it. He looks back at you and you feel a shiver run through you.

Oh my god, you're actually doing this.

He stops, waiting to see what you want with him. You move closer to him, and his eyes narrow slightly, as if he's getting a good look at you.

"Now, what could the class president herself possibly want with me?" his tone was slightly mocking and you would have showed him you're not to be messed with but honestly you'd probably be the one losing in that scenario.

You inhaled sharply, pulling him down by his braids and planting a kiss straight onto his lips. This feels like a bad shojo plot, the "good girl" falls in love with the "bad boy" and kisses him all of a sudden. Except there's no romance involved here. Just a dare.

Is this how you kiss? Why does it feel so strange? That should be enough, right? You can feel your parents shaking their heads dissaprovingly already.

Ok, now you're just kissing him for way too long. It's time to let go. And you try to, you really do. Since when were his arms wrapped around your waist, anyways? And why isn't he letting you go?!

You can feel your friend's evil stare burning into your back. This is not amusing!

He laughed a little into the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer. Oh, so they're both going to enjoy your suffering now, you see how it is.

Still, kissing him isn't half ba-

Ok, you're actually losing it. You need out and fast.

You wriggled out of his grasp, running away as fast as your legs could take you. You heard both Ran and your friend yell something behind you but you honestly don't care.

Why did you ever agree to do this?!

.

That same thought persisted even as you tossed and turned in bed that night.

"Oh god, he's going to send his goons after me and I'm gonna die... And then I won't ever get to become successful..." you muttered to yourself.

"Or maybe he's gonna come and kill me myself after school tommorow... Ugh..." you can't come to school tired, you won't be able to pay attention in class that way. You can't ruin your perfect record by falling asleep in class.

Who cares about the perfect record?! You should be worried for your life!

"And what is that stupid noise, anyways?" you muttered, grumbling and getting up to inspect the source. Another stone hits the window, making you jump slightly. You walk to the window and open it, narrowly avoiding a stone that was thrown your way.

"Sorry!~"

Wait. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.

It's Ran.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get my adress?" you half yelled, not wanting to wake up your parents.

"You shouldn't sweat the little things. Come downstairs." he was smiling calmly, but you still couldn't tell if he was threatening you. Actually, is that his motorcycle parked next to him?

"You should probably put on a jacket too. It's real cold." he added on, and you nervously closed the window, quietly sneaking downstairs and putting on a jacket. Your pyjamas are not the most presentable, but you really don't want to test his patience right now.

You met him outside. What is he going to do to you now?

"Get on." he pointed to his bike, catching you off guard.

"Not without a helmet, riding a motorcycle without one can be really dangerous and you could lose your life." you couldn't help but bring up safety regulations. It's in your nature.

"I told you, don't sweat the details and just sit down." he completely ignored you, pushing you in the direction of the bike. You complied, sitting down on it awkwardly, not sure what to expect. He doesn't seem violent...

He sat down behind you, revving up the engine and just driving off without a care in the world.

"W-Wait!" you were shocked at the speed, grabbing onto him by instinct and missing the way his lips curved up at that.

"Where are you taking me?! I never consented to this!" you had to yell over the sound of the engine, shutting your eyes. He was right, it really is cold when you're riding on a motorcycle.

"And you know what I didn't consent to? That kiss." he replied and your face scrunched up a little, cringing at the not so distant memory. "But that's fine, because that means you're mine now."

"Huh?!" you finally opened your eyes, looking up at him. His expression was a little hard to make out since the only thing illuminating it was street lights that you were speeding past. Is he even following the speed limit?

"I value my sleep, you see. And that little stunt you pulled made me unable to fall asleep. So I figured I might as well give you a little visit." he placed a hand over you protectively, making you worry about your safety even more.

"Who would have thought the top of the class good girl would fall for me?" he looked down at you.

"I did not fall in love with you! It was a dare!" you shot back.

"Oh well, doesn't matter. You're my girl now. And that's that."