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mochiswifey · 2 years

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DAMN, YOU’RE SUCH A!

BONTEN X ASSASSIN

Why did you start working for them? Oh… yeah. Money. You want money. Lots of money.

GENRE: Crack

“M-mommy….”

“EW! GET THE FUCK OFF!” You yelled as you try to push the drunk Haruchiyo away from you.

This wasn’t the first time he got wasted. But it is the first time he clung to your legs smearing his snot all over your sweat pants.

“Do I look like fucking mommy to you?”

“M-mommy!” He started crying like a toddler and gosh. It made you want to puke!

“SOMEBODY! CALL ANIMAL FUCKIN’ CONTROL!” Your yell echoed through the hallway but no one came to your rescue.

“MOM! I WANT-“

“F-FUCK OFF!” You screamed as soon as he started to run his face up and down to your legs.

“M-“

You had enough and grabbed his hair smashing his head to the wall instantly knocking him out.

“Fucking weirdo.”

You sighed before heading towards the meeting room.

There Takeomi and Kokonoi were waiting for you.

“Where’s Sanzu-“

“You gotta take him to church or like bring an exorcist here ‘cause that man? That grown ass man? Is not normal.” You pointed at them fury visible on your face.

“Tell us something we don’t know.” Kokonoi laughs as he typed on his MacBook.

“Here.” You took your sweatpants off leaving you with just your spandex, it immediately made the two uncomfortable.

“H-hey you’re not here to fuck us-“

“Takeomi, there’s no way I’m gonna fuck your old ass.” You glared at him before throwing your sweatpants at them.

“Haru smeared his goddamn snot all over it. I’d like you to buy me a new one to compensate for your little bro’s bull fuckin’ fuckery.”

Takeomi stared at the wet spot on your sweatpants and immediately got disgusted throwing it far from them.

“I-uh I’ll have it deliver on your apartment.” He says apologetically.

“Thank you.” You sighed.

“Enough of that. Mikey wants to know if you killed the rival-“

“Job is done, no evidence. Now give me-“

“WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE!?” Ran and Rindou enters the meeting room and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“Ola, baby girl.” Ran greets you with a borderline racist Spanish accent making you roll your eyes and as you thought his eyes immediately landed on your exposed legs.

“Damn! You lookin’ like a fine snack!” He says as his lazy mischievous eyes examines every inch of your exposed legs.

“Mind if we take a bite?” Rindou says as he hugs his brother from the back.

“Mind if I crush both of your empty skulls?” You replied and they immediately stepped away from you.

“Where’s my money?” You returned your attention to Kokonoi.

“I’ll send it to you.” He replies and you simply nodded leaving the meeting room glad that you’re day with them is over.

But not even a minute later you encounter Kakucho.

He’s not bad but you don’t fancy him either.

“Hey. Had a bad day?” He asked as he notice the frown on your face.

“Hey wanna have a broken nose?!” You smiled sarcastically as you passed by him.

Kakucho sighed realizing he failed again. He’s been wanting to ask you out but every single time you just ignore or roast him.

“Okay. No Haruchiyo no Haitanis, we’re fine. It’s over.”

“Oi.” You turn to your left to see Mikey and Kanji AKA “Mochi”.

They just returned from whatever atrocity they were doing and you were unlucky enough to encounter them before you leave.

“What’s up…….. boss.” You unenthusiastically greets them.

“Buy me-“

You rolled your eyes and pulled up the Taiyaki you bought for yourself. You were planning on eating it after work but now…. You have to give it to Mikey.

“You didn’t poison this did you?” You rolled your eyes and took a bite of it.

You chewed it and swallowed it hard before opening your mouth showing Mikey that you didn’t poison his food.The food you were supposed to enjoy.

“K.” He says before walking away without gratitude.

“You’re very welcome!” You yelled but like always got ignored.

“Why are you not wearing pants?” Kanji asked you.

“Kanji why are your eyebrows like that?”

“First of, they’re natural. Second, don’t call me Kanji. No one fucking calls me that.” You stared at the enormous man in front of you before cracking up.

“You’ve got me fucked up! If you- *exhales* if you fucking think I’ll call you Mochi.”

“That’s what everybody calls me.”

“Bro, you’re practically a blond Bigfoot and you want me to call you Mochi? Shit. I rather touch a fish eye than to call you Mochi.” You roasted him before patting his chest and turning around to leave the shocked man.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“I’ll give a shit when pigs started giving birth to dolphins.”

“You’re a fucking dumbass!” He yells but you simply ignored him heading to your merry way.

In other words, away from the Bonten’s HQ.

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Thank you for reading. Plagiarism is a crime.

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l-tora-l · 1 year

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#excuse the horrendous layout I’m about to commit arson against tumblr #tokyo revengers #manga #anime #yuzuha #yuzuha shiba #shiba #mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #tokrev #Tokyo rev #Tokyo revengers fanart

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em2cute · 1 year

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tokyo revengers manga icons

#takemichi #takemichi hanagaki #hakkai #hakkai shiba #mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #taiju #taiju shiba #ran #ran haitani #senju #senju kawagari #senju akashi #anime icons #anime layouts #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers layouts #tokyo manji gang

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 1 year

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तुम तक चला हूँ तुम तक चलूँगा तुम तक मिला हूँ तुम तक मिलूँगा—♡

#꒰ 💌 leeknowbuttsmasher ♡#gg layouts #gg moodboard #gg headers #kpop gg #haitani ran #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #senju akashi #senju #sanzu #koko #inui #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #blackpink layouts #jisoo

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kamizama · 2 years

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Haitani Ran ♥

im on a ran kick rn so here’s some content <3

@//kamizzart on instagram

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kissesforsatoru · 10 months

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Yandere Ran tying up his virgin girlfriend who never even had a boyfriend and finally agreed to sleep with Ran after waiting for 4 months 👉🏼👈🏼

TIE ME UP, LAY ME DOWN | wc : 3.4k

HAITANI RAN x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ ran has been so patient. so, so reassuring and attentive with you. he deserves a nice little reward, and you give it to him in the form of fluffy, purple handcuffs.

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, thoughts about non-con but no actual non-con, bondage (handcuffs), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, ran has a big dick, dirty talk, virgin! reader, somewhat shy reader turned into a slut, ran is a tease, but so is reader lowkey, praise, he calls you a good girl a few times, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, sweet thing, and reader calls ran "ran baby"), way too much kissing, not joking guys there's a shit ton of kissing, bad grammar. this is not edited. please let me know if i missed anything.

note : pls pls ignore how bad the layout is on pc, i don't know why it looks like that and i can't figure out how to fix it 😭

ran loves to kiss you.

he loves the feeling of your lips against his, with you shyly following along ‘cause you've never done this shit before. he loves your cute little noises whenever he presses into you a little too aggressively or licks along your lips for you to open up. he loves the feeling of your body under him, the warmth of you and the way you squirm cause the kiss is just too much for you to handle. he especially loves the taste of you. he goes crazy whenever you give him a little passage, parting your pretty lips for him to delve his tongue inside and lap and taste and savor how fucking delicious you are. and god, you’re the most delicious thing ran has ever tasted.

he gets so fucking turned on whenever he kisses you, and it drives him crazy. he's never gotten so hard from a little kissing before, but you– you make him feel like his dick is gonna fall off because of how hard it is.

you never let him go too far though, never let him get past a barely heated make out before you start pushing at his chest and grabbing at his arms that've dipped under your shirt, telling him that you aren't ready.

ran loves you, he's downright crazy about you, really, but he'll really die if he has to shamefully go jack himself off while thinking of all the nasty things he wants to do to you one more time. it’s not good enough; his hand and thoughts can only do so much compared to the real thing that he’s fantasized about plenty. he wants to utterly ruin you, but you just won't let him.

he’s had thoughts in passing to just pretend he doesn’t hear you when you tell him to stop, let himself get lost in you, kiss his way down your body, pin you under him and shove his cock all the way in and fuck you nice and rough. whisper dirty things in your ear and humiliate you till you’re crying as you cream around his cock. but ran knows that you would hate him if he did that, and that kills him. he’s got you right where he wants you, and he refuses to ruin that because he’s horny. abnormally horny, yes, but sex still isn’t worth his relationship with you. he’s worked too damn hard to convince you that he’s not a playboy using you for sex for him to go and do exactly that.

so, whenever you tell him not yet, he pulls away, withdrawals his hands from your godsent body, kisses you sweetly on your forehead and then tells you, it’s okay baby, we can wait as long as you need. even if it’s bullshit and he really can’t fucking wait to have his cock buried deep inside of you, he still says it, reassures you as much as you need. he wants you comfortable with him, wants you to trust him so that he can finally have his way with you sooner than later.

it’s another one of those times where he’s got you pressed under him on the bed and he just can’t get enough of you, licking messily into your mouth and pushing his hands under your shirt to knead your soft, plush skin. you’re whining and squirming, as you always do, trying to kiss him back the best you can, but his kiss is imposing, too needy and too fast for you to really keep up. you’re still pliant though, allowing him to rub his hands on your hips and kiss into you roughly, groaning when you run your hands through his hair and tug gently.

he thinks you’ve come an awful long way from when the two of you first started dating at least. you never used to feel him up or pull him closer, just shyly grab at his shoulders as he kisses you, but now you’ve gotten so bold to tug on his hair when you know how riled up that gets him; it drawls out fluttery moans from him that make you sigh a laugh as you melt even more into the kiss. as much as he loves the feeling though, he hates it when you do that because of how turned on it makes him. you get him all fucked up just to deny him the next second.

he jokes to you all the time about how damn cruel you can be to do that to him, but you always tell him you promise you’ll make it worth his while one of these days. he’s damn set on holding you to that.

“mmh– ran baby, hang on a sec,” you struggle to say through kisses. ran doesn’t pull away still at your protest; he crawls further on top of you, pressing himself against you as he squeezes your hips and keeps placing wet kisses to your mouth. it’s not until you gently push on his shoulders that he groans and finally sits up, looking down at you with a cute little pout.

“’m sorry, just… just hang on a sec,” you say to him as you push yourself up too, panting softly.

“too much? wanna stop already?” he asks you, a disappointed lilt emerging his tone. you shake your head curtly before pushing yourself off the bed. Ran quickly grabs onto your wrists and tugs you back.

“where ya goin’ then, pretty girl?”

“got’ya something. just wait here.”

“give it t’ me later. ‘m not done kissin’ you,” he drawls as he pulls you closer to place kiss you, leaning further towards you to deepen it, but you pull away and push at his hand to let go of your wrist.

“promise i’ll be quick and you’re really gonna like it. we can, uh, kiss some more when i get back,” you scamper out of the room before ran can grab onto you again, hands on your cheeks to feel how warm they are. kissing just gets you so flustered every time, ran does it so sensually and imposingly that it makes you wanna squeal. the warmth in your cheeks only blazes more when you pull out what you got for your boyfriend from the shopping bag, realizing that kissing isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing tonight.

your stomach flutters as you nervously walk back into the room to see ran laying back on the bed. he sits back up and wraps his arms around your waist when you crawl onto his lap, ready to get back to kissing you already, but you hold out a pair of purple, fluffy hand cuffs in front of his face before he can. he takes them from you, looks at them for a second, and then at you with a raised eyebrow.

“baby, what the fuck? what’re these for?”

“saw ‘em in your cart on that porn website when you let me use your computer the other day,” you say looking away from him, “and, uh, i wanna… i wanna try them with you,” you whisper the last part, playing with your fingers to distract yourself from the absolute embarrassment you’re feeling.

“oh yeah?” he smirks, “who knew my sweet little girlfriend was into bondage?”

“ran!” you gasp, smacking his shoulder lightly as you huff angrily, and he laughs.

“what else you wanna do then, baby? you get these just f’me to cuff you or were you hopin’ for somethin’ else to happen too?” he kisses you softly along your shoulder and collarbone, looking up at you through his long, pretty lashes, waiting for you to answer. a fluttery sigh leaves your lips when one of his hands pushes under your shirt and rubs on your hip, while the other rubs on your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy that’s already fluttering in anticipation.

“please don’t make me say it,” you whine, placing your hands gently over his eyes. the way he looks at you jostles all of your feelings and makes your body go haywire—you don’t want him looking at you like that when you’re already so turned on just by the idea of him fucking you tonight. it’s too embarrassing for you to handle.

you squeal when ran suddenly flips the both of you over so you’re now laying under him. he kisses more along your neck and up to behind your ear where he nibbles and licks, drawing out an airy moan from you.

“c’mon, baby, you have t’ say it if you want it,” he coaxes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away to look down at you. his hands are still on you, distracting you from your racing thoughts.

you gulp thickly, and then, “please, ran,” you shiver feeling his cold fingers graze along your tummy just above the hem of your shorts teasingly, and he smirks lazily down at you. you gulp again, “want you t’ touch me.”

ran gently takes your wrists into his hands and clicks the hand cuffs around them, securing them around your wrist to a comfortable tightness before putting them down back on the bed above your head, “i won’t bind your hands to the bed this time, so just be a good girl and keep your hands there 'til 'm done. if y’ move ‘em, i’ll haf’ta punish you, y’ understand?” you whimper softly as you nod your head and ran promptly grabs at the juncture between your neck and chin, squeezing lightly in warning, “words, pretty girl. need you t' use your words.”

“yes, i understand,” you whisper shyly, jutting out your lip in a pout, but ran only kisses you, whispering praises against your lips for obeying him.

pulling away from you, ran crawls down your body, pushing up your shirt as he does. he takes a handful of one of your boobs before leaning down and placing gentle kisses on your tummy, just above the hem of the spandex shorts you’ve got on. you hum as your stomach flutters whenever his lips graze lightly against a sensitive area. he slowly trails kisses further down, kisses just above your pussy and along your thighs, until finally, he places a drawn-out kiss on your clothed clit.

an airy gasp escapes your lips that quickly turns into a dreamy moan when rans tongue dips out and licks a small stripe over your clit. you get the urge to move your hands already, wanting to grab onto him and threat your fingers through his hair, but you don't; instead, you squirm and huff as he continues to press his tongue into you and lick, now going from your entrance to the very top of your cunt.

you feel him smirk as he kisses your clit on last time before pulling away, "sensitive already and i've barely done shit. you really are a virgin, aren't y' baby?" he teases, and you pout.

"jus' feels good, don't tease me," you huff.

"'m not baby, jus' means 'm the only one that gets to make y' feel good," he hums and then taps on your thigh, "now, lift your legs f'me so i can take off your shorts 'nd panties." you do as he says and he coos good girl as he pulls your clothes off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

your nerves rear up again as he looks down at you, and you have half a mind to close your legs and hide yourself from him, but his hands ar planted firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open. you watch shyly as he licks his lips and settles himself between your legs, his face right in front of your glistening pussy. you jolt and shiver feeling the warmth of his breath fan across your sensitivity.

"such a pretty pussy, and 'ts all f'me" he whispers, and then his mouth is on you, latching onto your clit and sucking--hard. almost, almost your hands move from where they lay on the bed, be the warning from earlier rings in your mind, making you clasp your hands together and push them into the bed. you know if you move he'll stop eating you out. the pleasure coursing through your body as he laps and sucks and slobbers all over your cunt feels too damn good to give up.

ran wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you further into his mouth, drawing more moans from you. his tongue dips into your entrance for just a second before he pulls it out and drags it between your lips to latch back onto your clit where his tongue swirls around and presses into it. your slick mixed with his spit makes all kinds of disgusting sultry noises that are exaggerated as he slurps up all of your juices.

it's not long before you feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, coiling up tightly until you're pushed over the edge and your hips are convulsing against rans mouth. "ran- shitshitshit," you moan out his name as you close your eyes and allow the pleasure to overtake you, but even as you orgasm ran doesn't pull away; he continues lapping at you lazily, enjoying the way your body jolts whenever his tongue rolls over your clit. he only does pull away when you finally come down and sink into the bed with a sigh.

"you taste so damn good, baby. y' wanna taste?" he asks, pushes himself up and crawls over your limp body to kiss you on your mouth, shoving his tongue inside for you to taste yourself on him. bitter, you think, but your pleasure high spurs you on to kiss him back, whimpering softly into the kiss from how sensitive you are.

when he pulls away, he smirks down at you, "you look so fuckin' lewd right now, you know that pretty girl? never thought i'd see y' like this, but fuck do i love it," he says and you fluster, moving your hands finally to cover your face from him. he clicks his tongue.

"hey, didn't i tell y' not t' move your hands, hm? 'm not done with y' just yet, sweet thing," he drawls, hooking his thumb under the chain of the cuffs to push your hands back against the bed, "gonna fuck this pretty little pussy now, can't wait any longer t' be inside y'," you moan when his free hand cups your pussy and he smirks, sitting up to take off his own clothes. his shirt is already off, he rarely has one on when he's with you cause you like his tattoo, and his sweats come off easily, exposing his long, thick cock to you.

you quickly gain coherency back as you stare at him wide eyes. you knew your boyfriend was big, but not this big. "ran baby, will it fit...? 'ts... big." you say as ran tosses his pants in the same place he threw yours and crawls back over you, gently pushing you back into the bed.

"'course it will, baby. I'll make it fit," he says and hum skeptically. "don't worry, i'll be gentle," he tells you, dipping down to kiss you sweetly on your lips. you feel his cock press against your entrance, and you squeak, trying to pull away to see what he's doing, but he only pushes his mouth harder against yours. he enters you slowly and gets halfway in before he stops pulls away from the kiss.

"holy shit, baby, you're so fuckin' tight," he groans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "you gotta relax or my dick 'll fall off," he tells you, kissing lightly at your neck and rubbing softly on your thigh to ease and soothe you a little bit. you breath softly and try your best to relax, and within a few seconds he gets back to pushing into you until the base of his cock presses into you.

"ohhh," you moan softly as he drags his cock back out and then shoves it back in all the way to the base, and then he does it again and again. his pace starts out slow, but he quickly loses himself in your warmth and fucks you faster and faster with each thrust, your sweet moans of his name and babbles of 'so good, keep goin'' spurring him on more.

ran pulls out of your neck and sits up, one of his hands coming to grab at your hips to guide your body along with his thrusts, while the other gathers your wrists and pins them further into the bed as he fucks into you. the new position allows his cock to stroke deeper inside of you, only coaxing more delicious moans from you that ran eagerly swallows up into a kiss.

"so fuckin' wet f'me," he slurs, pulling away to look between the two at the squelching mess of slick and precum smeared all over the both of you, "shit-hah-y' love my cock that much, pretty girl? y're suckin' me back in ever time i pull out," he grunts out and you swallow hard, nodding eagerly, babbling about how much you adore his cock drilling into you in all of the right ways.

you feel drunk on pleasure, drunk on his cock. the way he fills you all the way up, pushes his cock deep inside of you, stretching your pussy around him, feels so fucking good you can't help but choke on your moans, spilling disgustingly loud from your lips, making you sound like a proper whore from a porn video.

"ran, please," you say between moans, your eyes rolling back at a particularly rough thrust, "keep makin' me feel good, please don't stop- gods, ran, y're so deep," you whine, panting hard as you look up at him in time to see his eyes glaze over with unadulterated lust. his grip on your wrists and hips tightens as he pulls out and plunges back into you again at an angle, hitting a spot that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"fuck- y' sound so fuckin' sexy when y' beg me like that, baby," he all but growls, his head falling back as he groans in pleasure. both of you are panting heavily, but the noises are easily drowned out by the slap of skin against skin, and the nasty slosh of all of sweat and sex; it's downright nasty, but the pleasure you feel is too good, too mind fogging for you to really give a shit about what kind of noises the two of you are making.

"ah-shit, 'm gonna cum soon," he tells you, voice straining, "y' gonna cum too, baby? y' wanna cum f'me?" he asks, leaning back down into your neck to inhale your delicious scent as he humps messily into you, grinding his hips on yours to create even more stimulation. he lets go of both your wrists and hips to push hus arms under you and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him into a tight hug as he continues jutting into you.

"fuck, yes, ‘m cumming!" you moan, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. you wrap your legs around his waist as your body begins to writhe, and you orgasm for the second time that night, your body jolting every time his hips rub into your sensitive, worn clit.

as you come down from your high, your pussy pulsates around him and he grunts, quickly letting you go and pulling out to cum hotly on your stomach. you hum and flutter your eyes as you watch him fists his cock, milking it of every last drop of cum. when he's done, he sighs and falls back into you, uncaring of the sticky mess between the two of you.

"god, knew y'd feel good, but shit, i don't think i've cum so hard in my life," he says, still breathing heavily against your warm and tingling skin. you bring your cuffed hands up to stroke his head gently, soothing him for all of his hard work at making you feel good.

"ran baby, can you please take these handcuffs off me before you get comfortable and fall asleep?" you ask him and he shifts to look at you, smirking.

"mm, i dunno, baby, i kinda like you all bound for me. you'll have t' beg me t' take 'em off," he says, and you gasp, smacking him lightly on the shoulder, drawing out a raspy laugh from him as he pushes himself up to take off the cuffs.

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garoujo · 2 years

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WELCOME TO MY FIRST KINKTOBER ! i’ve always wanted 2 do one of these but i’ve never been active on tumblr around the time so i hope you guys enjoy this year !

this kinktober is multifandom and will contain nsfw + dark content. it’ll include mostly thirsts but also a few hcs and fics thrown in the mix . please make sure you’re carefully reading any warnings b4 proceeding ! they will not be released in any sort of order.

💬 emmie : just wanted 2 say fank yew 2 you guys also continuing 2 support my lil safe space . i rly appreciate u all so much n im so excited i get 2 do smth 4 my fave time of year >///< !

FICS & ONE SHOTS !

ONE ‘N ONLY ( GOJO SATORU ) — virginity loss . satoru hopes that you’ll let him make you his one and only.

THIRSTS !

ice play — gojo satoru

spit kink — ryomen sukuna

mutual masturbation — fushiguro megumi

face sitting — itadori yuuji

roleplay — nanami kento

sex toys — yuuta okkotsu

HCS !

phone sex — multiple characters

FICS & ONE SHOTS !

WATCH ME ( SANO MANJIRO & SANZU HARUCHIYO ) — vouyerism / threesome . mikey notices the way his second in command looks at you, but he doesn’t mind showing off what’s his.

HELP ME OUT ( SANO SHINICHIRO ) — stuckage / exhibitionism . you’d grown used to your boyfriend getting himself caught up in stuff, good thing you’re there to help.

OH, YOU WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER? ( HANMA SHUJI ) — mask kink / cnc / predator x prey kink . you and your boyfriend decide to add a little more thrill to your relationship.

THIRSTS !

breath play — haitani rindou

impact play — ryuguji ken

orgasm control — kisaki tetta

gun play — sanzu haruchiyo

dacryphilia — haitani ran

mirror sex — wakasa imaushi

THIRSTS !

cum eating — arataki itto

dumbification — kaeya alberich

somnophilia — tighnari

sensory deprivation / restraints — heizou shikanoin

wax play — kazuha kaedehara

HCS !

creampies — multiple characters.

THIRSTS !

sweat kink — roronoa zoro ( one piece )

#𖥶 ₊˚. — ktober !#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x you #tokyo rev smut

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pfpanimes · 11 months

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⌕ HAPPY B-DAY RAN HAITANI.

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shinycrybaby · 10 months

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The good in losing? (Haitani Ran x Fem!Reader

Genre/Tags: Highschool AU, No gangs AU, One-sided enemies to lovers?, Izana and Reader are childhood friends, Protective bff!Izana

Warnings: Profanities, Typos

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Pairing you with Ran for the three-legged race was a disaster.

Maybe the class should’ve thought this through. It’s only then did they come to the realization that you and Ran don’t work out really well, as they watch the two of you on the track field, pulling on each other’s hair like two girls fighting over their crush.

Two weeks ago

The annual school festivities were nearing. Students were balancing both sport practices, performances, booth planning as well as their studies and usual club activities.

A month ago, it was already announced that the annual event was nearing and that a date has been set. Students were given the time to think of theme for their classrooms for when they showcase a talent or mini event of their own. Or to some an opportunity to do their dream classroom café.

Class 3-C, however, seemed to be blessed with a hoard of procrastinators, and were only now planning for everything. From the classroom activities, down to the very last sport where they will choose their classmates to participate in.

It was around their break time that the class president has finally acted, and was now making a poll of choices for their classmates to choose from as they all ate their snacks.

One thing that came out good from their class or procrastinators, was that they listened well to their president.

“Okay, make sure that everyone votes for their theme of choice. One vote per student; no doubles in one category or else I’ll have those who doubles, do all sports. No excuses allowed.” Izana spoke clearly to the class, as his arms crossed.

Yeah. They listened well to their president.

“Oh! Let’s do a café.” Someone from the back suggested.

“That’s already taken by class 3-E. Rules said that no themes alike per class year.” Izana explains, making the student who suggested, sulk. “Keep the suggestions coming, I’ll write down really quick the themes that are already taken.”

The silver haired boy instructs the vice president – Muto, to take down notes of the class’s suggestions while he wrote all the themes that were taken for their year, while also writing the lower year’s themes in case someone takes inspiration for one of the existing themes.

“A pirate ship!” One of the students suggests.

“What about fairytale? We can be knights and princesses and princes, and fairies—” Another student suggests but was quickly shutdown by some of the boys in the class.

It went on and on, their suggestions. And you were just watching it all go down.

To be honest, you were fine with anything. What you were excited about was just roaming around during the 1-week event. You hoped so bad that Izana would take pity on you and not let you join any other activities because you were having a severe case of ‘senioritis’.

Soon enough, the class settled on a theme, which was a curious combination of circus, and junkyard. After that came the discussion of what decorations to use, the layout of the classroom for their desired theme, and then the funds. Then also came the service in which they will provide for the other students that will visit their classroom.

“Alright, now that that’s settled. We can now move on to the sports.” Izana announces, after taking quick notes of all their classroom plans, he erases the writings on the board before replacing it with the sports that needed to be filled with students who will willingly participate.

“As much as I hate to be that person,” Izana starts, “I suggest everyone to participate in at least one activity.”

There goes your hope of doing nothing for the sports portion.

Time ticked along with the speed with which Izana wrote each player per activity.

“Alright, now for the three-legged race.”

A slap on the table, and then Shion stands up. “I vote for Ran on this one.”

Izana rubs on his temples, “I just said to raise your hand when suggesting something.”

His statement was ignored by his friend, explaining to the class why Ran should play in the race.

“And that’s why, I think Ran should play.” With a playfully curt bow, Shion takes a seat.

“And did I say yes to this?” Ran voices out, his brow raising at his friend’s stupidity.

“Come on Ran, you’re one of the fastest in class. We can’t have you on the 200m race otherwise it’s not a challenge at all for the others. You’d be winning instantly, with those long-ass, lanky, stick man legs.”

Ran doesn’t know if it’s a compliment. He doesn’t take it as one.

“Yeah, Ran!” Some of the girls in class chides in. “Then I’ll be your partner.” And he knows exactly that was the catch.

“Okay, then Ran it is.” Izana writes down Ran’s name on the board.

“What?! I didn’t even say yes!” Ran whines, standing up to make a point for his displeasure.

Izana ignores him, writing his own name on the 200-meter race so that Ran won’t have any choice if he ever brings up the suggestion.

“If I’m playing, then I’m choosing my partner for the race.” He scoffs, which then earned his statement a flurry of girls raising their hand and saying ‘pick me, Ran’.

You watch in feint amusement how things were unfolding, and then switch your attention back to the notes you made during this class meeting. Thinking back to the class theme and what you should wear after Izana gave out the dress code for your class.

You raised your head, pondering, but were met with Ran’s amethyst orbs. That time you were paying attention to your notes and spacing out, Ran had made his way to your desk.

Your confusion was evident as to why he was suddenly sat on the vacant seat in front of you and just staring straight into your soul.

You look around the class and they were staring silently at you two. Some of the girls were even glaring at you.

You turned to Izana for help. Eyes staring into him in slight panic because you absolutely hated being stared at like this.

Izana sighs, “look, she doesn’t even want to.”

Ran turns his body, holding up a hand at his friend. “Wait, I need to hear it from her.”

You feel annoyance start to boil at what Ran was doing. You already weren’t on good terms and now he’s pulling this on you. “Hear what?” You ask.

“Your answer. I said that you’ll be my partner for the three-legged race.” He grins, eyes gleaming with a playful glint that always irked you.

You turn your head away, the frown seeming to sew itself on your forehead to give you a permanent look of displeasure from your interactions with the older Haitani. “No fucking way. I’m not doing it.” You say with finality in your tone.

Izana was about to move the class’s attention to picking a new participant when he was cut off by a classmate.

“But you two are the fastest in class! I’m sure you guys can win us a medal!”

And so, a chorus of agreements from the others arouse, making it hard for Izana to counter and side with his dear childhood friend. “Okay, then we’ll have Ran and Y/N for the three-legged race.”

You look in horror at the betrayal committed by Izana. Ran was grinning, and the former was basically avoiding eye contact with you, proceeding the meeting further.

And they should’ve known from that day alone where the frown never left your face, that their choice of players was a mistake.

“Who suggested Ran to play again in the first place?” A comment was heard from one of your classmates on the sideline. The class points towards Shion.

“Hey! It’s not my fault. He didn’t have to choose Y/N for this! Who even pushed the Ran and Y/N agenda?” Shion fires back, not liking that the blame was all on him.

Izana hushes everyone before a fight starts to break out among them. Muto was quick to cover Shion’s mouth, already knowing that the boy won’t back down.

“Maybe if you didn’t have long fucking limbs, it’d be easier to move!” Your voice was heard, and the class lost all hope of winning the medal for the game.

“Well maybe drink your milk so you’d actually grow some height.” Ran fights back, agitated from the heat blaring down on them.

This aggravated you further, pulling on to one of Ran’s braids, making him stop from his attempts to move you two to the finish line. “Annabelle!” You throw the name, referring to how his braids always made him look like the haunted doll.

Ran gasps dramatically, “you bitch! I spent hours on this!” The taller boy flicks his braid away from you, before pulling on your hair. “Grumpy!” Ran insults back, referring to one of Snow White’s seven dwarves.

Class 3-C watched, not knowing what to do, until the two of you were full on fighting that you two were on the ground, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair.

“Grumpy!”

“Annabelle!”

The teachers came rushing in, trying to stop you both. Your homeroom teacher pulling on to Ran, as Izana hurried over to pull you away from the tall braided boy.

“You two, office. Now.” Your teacher drags you two, with Izana followed. “Yasuhiro, please take charge of the class while I’m away.” Your homeroom teacher turns to Muto, before the boy gave a thumbs up, turning to your classmates, readying them for the next game while the race was still on-going.

As you walked – more like were dragged – to the teacher’s office, you heard the commentator through the speakers on the field, “due to a cat fight ensuing, class 3-C is out of the three-legged race!” You rolled your eyes, blaming Ran on your mind for everything.

Once seated on the chairs that was pulled for the two of you, you suddenly felt small under the scrutinizing stared of your homeroom teacher.

He was pacing around, feeling the stress nip at him. He was supposed to enjoy this week with his students, but now he had to control two of his students to behave more properly.

The older man pinches the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t want to deal with you two, but since we’re here. Explain, now.”

Ran raised his hand, opening his mouth before he was cut off. “You know what, I don’t want to hear it. Write it. I want an apology letter; a detailed one. I want to know exactly what happened why you two fought. I’m not giving you two detention, because I still want you two to enjoy this week and I’m not ruining it. But that apology letter, I want it written and done today.” The older man fumbles about on his desk, looking for two sheets of papers, and two pencils and then handing it to you and Ran.

“Give me the letters once you finished, look for me. Don’t leave it on the table.” With that the man leaves, instructing Izana to follow suit.

Izana nods at your homeroom teacher, before turning to you two and sighing. You see your friend’s distressed look and it added to the shame and guilt in your gut. “I’m sorry.” You look down to your lap.

It was enough for Izana. He knows your words were sincere, and he didn’t want you to beat yourself up over it. He turns to Ran, waiting expectantly.

“What?” Ran looks up as if he wasn’t part of the fight and added fuel to the fire.

Izana picks up a notebook from your homeroom teacher’s desk, rolling it and then swinging it on Ran’s head. The notebook hitting the tall boy’s head, as Izana gave him a warning glare. “Make up.” He hisses at the boy.

“You’re worse than any of the teachers here, I swear.” Ran mumbles, rubbing on his head.

Izana holds up the rolled notebook again, warning him. Ran holds up both hands in surrender, making the class president lower his “weapon” and place it back on the teacher’s desk.

With that, he leaves, and it’s just you and Ran, your papers waiting to be filled with a detailed incident report and apologies.

You got to writing as soon as Izana left while Ran basically just lounged about. You were halfway to finishing when he peers at your paper.

“Let me copy yours.”

You stare at him as if he’s the stupidest person on earth. You actually think that he is at this point.

“Are you dumb?” You say incredulously before turning back to your paper, practically ignoring him.

“Hey, come on~ You keep ignoring me. What have I ever done to you to deserve this treatment?” The boy was basically being a drama queen, sighing heavily here and there.

You grumbled, slamming the pencil down and then turning to him. “You get on my nerves. You annoy the heck out of me. You draw me unwanted attention and I hate that the most.”

“Then, what shall I do, oh my lady, to garner your attention?”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Nothing, just leave me alone.” You turn back to your paper.

However, this is the only time that you probably hated the spinning chairs in wheels, because the two-tone haired boy turned you around again, this time, he drew closer to you with his own chair, trapping you in between his legs as does his arms while his hands rested on the edge of the teacher’s table.

“Look at me,” Ran whispers, staring straight at you.

You were never one to have your personal space invader like this. Ran was the first, and it bordered on feeling butterflies at the pit of your stomach, and feeling uncomfortable. You don’t stare at him. It was hard.

The boy sighs, tilting your head with his fingertips. “If I get serious with you, will you finally pay attention to me?”

“That depends...”

“On what?”

To be honest, you don’t know. You just let the silence envelope the two of you. Ran was still observing you, until his eyes landed on your lips.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispers under his breath.

Maybe it was the tension, or the way this side of Ran brought something out in you, but you nodded. “Okay...”

The next thing you know, his lips were on your own. It was short, with minor movements, but enough to light something in your chest.

You both pulled away and just stare at each other, when a voice breaks the silence that settled between you. “I said ‘make up’ not ‘make out’.” Izana exasperatedly spoke, already exhausted from his 200-meter race, and from handling his rowdy classmates. Now he was faced with another pain to mind.

Your cheeks flared up as you replied, “we did not make out!”

“Yeah! If we were making out, I’d be having my t—” you slapped the taller boy’s shoulder, hard, knowing how he’d use his colorful words to explain you two’s supposed situation.

“I don’t need to hear that. I’ll deal with you later,” Izana points at Ran with a glare in his eyes. “For now, you two need to finish that apology letter, because the whole class is being called for a competition against the other 3rd year classes.” Izana pulls another chair where he sits and observe you two.

“No funny business,” the class president crosses his arms, as he watched Ran jut out his bottom lip in a pout.

With no other choice, Ran sulks as he wrote whatever dramatics he wanted to put in his apology letter. He’d glance at you whenever, smiling to himself as he sees the light blush on your face, noticing how you’d sometimes space out mid-writing. He definitely likes to see this side of you show such adorable reactions, and he hoped he’d see it more in the future.

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A/N: I'm quite hmmmm .... I dunno if it's good that I'm writing 🤔

@softbajis here is the first ran fic i mentioned 🫡 I'll finish up the other one soon after work kkkk

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