#ran haitani oneshot

[sagephilosophie]

" A FAVOR ."

┃ RAN H.

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ! ʀᴀɴ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ x ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⊹₊ Tags !

NSFW AHEAD, Sugar daddy theme, Shower sex, Age difference (Ran in his late 30s and Reader early 20s), Rough sex, Rough kissing, GN! Reader, mentioned cheating, mentioned 3way, Bonten Arc, Rindou x reader (if you squint)

⊹₊ Word count ! 1629 || Ao3

You stared at the elevator panel impatiently as the numbers were going up, cursing under your breath to how long this was taking.

Ran's lavish penthouse was to die for, your jaw dropped the first time you visited Ran, never seeing any place like it, but you grew more and more irritated from the wait in the elevator everytime to care about it.

Finally the elevator door opened to reveal the apartment painted gold and orange by the sunset through the glass-walls, you moved forward towards the liquor cabinet to find it wide open with three bottles missing from their place, two of them almost emptied in the table with a couple glasses of whisky left out, a tie and a tuxedo jacket thrown abruptly on the sofa across from it, which can only mean one thing; Ran is home.

Passing through the halls, the sound of water running grows closer, You stumbled over the third now empty bottle on the way to his room, the rest of his clothes, shoes, high heels, and a bra tracing the way too, but that's just how the Haitani brothers are, nothing new to you.

"RAAAN!!! RAN WHERE ARE YOU ?", You called out entering his room, walking towards his bathroom upon getting no answer.

The moment you opened the door, a hand grabbed you inside and you let out a yelp before being caged between the wall and the naked older Haitani from behind.

"You didn't tell me you were visiting, baby~", Ran cooed in his usual tone really closely to your ears, "We could've totally made room for one more, sad she already left... something about her boyfriend getting suspicious."

"I don't plan on a threesome!", You blocked him off with your hand ineffectively, "I just... i have a favor to ask..."

Ran raised an eyebrow and replied, "Your student loans are already paid, Sugar, even thooough... your debt to me still isn't~"

"I know, i know, i just need another one-", you tried to shut off your sugar daddy's constant attempts to get in your pants, or at least delay it, because he will eventually get what he wants if you will need more favors from him and his business.

"Ask away, baby, that's what my part of our agreement is about, you know...", Ran leaned his head forward to leave small sensational kisses on your nape before whispering in your ears again, "So don't forget yours~"

That was more of a threat than just horny talk and you knew it, it's not like you planned to run away from the Haitanis, especially not the older one, those who tried didn't survive to tell the tale and you weren't planning to find out yourself either.

You had the idea to expand this game a little longer, until you graduated from college at least, maybe further than then, keeping one of the richest and most feared men in japan wrapped around your finger is too useful to let go of, after all. But to keep someone that can get and pay for any plaything he wants excited and interested is not simple, the trick is to play hard to get, keep him believing it's a challenge to get you where he wants, while he's exactly where you want; in a dog leashe, ready to pay whatever price it takes.

From your observation rich men adore it when something is more challenging than it's supposed to be, something as mundane to them as younger desperate pretty things humping their legs for special treatments won't take them so long to get bored of, and the Haitani brothers are no difference, you knew that since the day you first met Ran, your college friends dragged you into one of Roppongi's most lively night clubs to show you the quickest way to get your student loans paid and forgotten; by getting a sugar daddy.

That night, Ran's purple eyes pierced through your skull, you can feel it without turning around while sitting awkwardly next to your friend squeezing herself between all the hot chicks clinging on his drunk younger brother, you knew your fate changed when Ran approached you that night and offered you easy money, only to find be fucked stupid in the backseat of his limousine the next moment.

"So ?", Ran kept shortening the distance between you more, leaving little to no space between your bottom and his bare erection that's occasionally poking you.

"Listen, Ran... i didn't want to bother you but it's an emergency...", you tilted your head to face him, as he was half listening and clearly undressing you with his eyes, "My... my classmate, Jessie... she got a... a brand new. pink. ferrari. roma!!!!!!!! That was insane!!!!!! She kept bragging about it and and- i was so irritated!!!!!! I can no longer show off my red aston martin now- all the attention is on Jessie and i really really really need a new ride, it's an emergency!!!!!!!"

Ran stared you down as you finished your tragic story, the sound of the shower still running behind filling in the silence, you batted your eyelashes at him, ready to receive an immediate approval to get you a more expensive car, at this point you were sure you got him desperate enough by keeping him waiting to get you anything you want.

"If you needed a ride you could've came over earlier today to join us~", you hit his soaked chest lightly a couple of times, "Grow up! You know what i meant."

"Careful, baby, i'm all wet~ and you areeeee...", He held your fist with one palm and ran the other down your body, stroking circles with his veiny hand around your clothed private parts, "Oh~ also wet~"

You gave in to his touch impulsively and threw your head back to lay on his shoulder as his movements kept teasing that sensitive part, you pulled it together for an instant to ask him, "...So what do you say ?"

"Shhhhh we'll discuss the details later, but for now, i will take my payment in advance, okay ?"

He wasn't asking.

Ran Haitani don't ask, he informs you of the program and that means it's final, you couldn't argue either way when a sharp moan left your throat the moment you tried to speak, the friction Ran's hand got busied with was getting pleasurable.

"Thaaaaat's it... now you're getting me, baby...", As the teasing little shit he was, Ran moved from your private zone and just as you were about to complain, in a flash, turned you around for a filthy kiss.

In a swift move, the Bonten executive hastily stripped you while making sure not to break the kiss that got messier and more heated. You find yourself dragged inside the walk-in shower, your back  immediately hitting the glass, you can tell and see how really worked up Ran was getting, which by experience that can only mean it was gonna be a rough session.

Ran's arms roamed your body needily, which can only prove your theory right, he just can't survive that long without you, he began frotting at your hole, making your breath hitch, his grunts in your ear only got you needier.

The water was fell down your body, rinsing all but your sins, your arms clung on Ran's broad shoulders during your sloppy makeout as he carried you, still pinning you against the cloudy glass.

The man supported your weight with one hand and put down the other to jerk himself off a couple of times, lining it at your entrance, and pushing down his cock slowly. You could see stars from your position, the hardest part about playing tough with Ran is that he is so damn addictive, the shape of him inside you, his naked touch, the taste of his lips, he was the nicotine to your perfect life plans, you were supposed to make him miss you by denying his advances but you missed him more, how could you not when he show you heaven on earth.

He almost instantly set a brutal pace with no empathy in the world for you, probably, no, definitely enjoying the sound of your cries and voice cracking at the piercing feeling. Your eyes welled up with tears at the inconsiderate start, his brother is much more gentle, you thought.

At first glance, the brothers switch personalities when it comes to their intimate life, you discovered that when you had a one night stand with the famously sadistic and unapproachable younger one, thinking it'll be another bed-breaking Haitani style hardcore sex, to your shock, you passed the sweetest love making session with Rindou you ever experienced, and Ran still don't know about it.

You can't imagine how any more rough he can get when jealous, if this is just his regular horny days that's tearing you apart, that very thought was cut short when that special spot was being pounded against, the Roppongi king's dick was throbbing inside you, he was really close to coming.

"A-Ah… Ah… Ran..."

"What ?"

"I-I want it- pink... the c-car! ♡"

"Fuck...", Just when you thought it was impossible, his pace got faster and you can feel your own orgasm approaching, tugging tight on Ran's hair as he left bite marks on your shoulder.

With one last thrust, you came undone on his cock as he pulled out immediately after, splashing his cum between your thighs. You both stood there catching your breath for a moment, the dopamine rush wearing off.

He kissed your cheek and put you down, your legs wobbling from pain that you still had to hang on tight to Ran, who got back to his smoothtalker attitude straight away.

"That felt sooo good that i might buy you two cars instead, Sugar ♡".

@sagephilosophie

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[airbendertendou]

May I please get a scenario or hc (whatever is easier for you!) of Rindo’s s/o dying their hair to match his hair color? Like they do it while he’s at work and he has no idea until he comes home. Thank you! I hope you have a good day/night!

synopsis : reader changes their hair to match their boyfie <3 characters included : mikey, ran, draken, koko & bonten!rindou

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— MANJIRO! ♥︎ you copy his classic, half-up hairstyle ♥︎ doesn't even notice you've changed your hair ♥︎ draken says something snarky abt it like "oh, you're matching, cute." ♥︎ nd mikey goes ??? w his cheeks puffed out from a taiyaki ♥︎ but when he turns to see you ♥︎ it's like the sun shines down onto you carefully ; like angels are singing ; like he's falling in love all over again ♥︎ his head flops onto your shoulder, arms shakily bringing you closer to his hold ♥︎ mumbles something about turning you into a sano /:

— DRAKEN! ♥︎ you go for jus a simple braid, a little piece of hair tugged out ♥︎ he snorts when he sees you, rolling his eyes nd everything ♥︎ but his ears are so so red ♥︎ and hes thought abt how to tell you how pretty you look ; how you need a dragon tattoo now, too ♥︎ shoves you under his arm when you tease him abt his blush, digging his chin into the top of your head annoyingly ♥︎ tugs on that little strand a lot!! jus to get your attention, he swears ♥︎ but has this sort of pride in his eyes when you show your hair off at the toman meeting

— RAN! ♥︎ your hair is styled into two braided pigtails ♥︎ oh hes so smug ♥︎ but also keeps an eye narrowed and focused on anyone mking inappropriate comments ♥︎ we live in a society where pigtails are sexualized ♥︎ twirls your braids the way he twirls his!! ♥︎ will also purposely mess his hair up so you have to fix it for him ): ♥︎ grins at any and all matching hair accessories he see ♥︎ talk him out of getting the giant, obvious bows please

— KOKONOI! ♥︎ can b his bonten hair or his current one! ♥︎ either way, you twist or braid a few pieces of hair to mimic his style ♥︎ hates it at first ♥︎ bc how dare you make his signature style look better than he does ):< ♥︎ ends up liking it bc now he has easy access to kiss your ear nd neck ♥︎ he goes through all the other styles you'd look nice in ; all the colors you could pull off ♥︎ something about your hair matching his... ♥︎ makes you feel more official, somehow

— RINDOU! ♥︎ bonten era ; you get the jellyfish cut! or maybe copy his colors- ♥︎ he knew abt your hair appointment but didnt think it was anything out of the ordinary ♥︎ little did he know.... ♥︎ he just stares ♥︎ like wide-eyed, heartstopping, can barely breathe stares ♥︎ stands to his full height and cups your chin, turning your head gently to get a full view ♥︎ grins w pink cheeks ): kisses the tip of your nose and just continues to stare ♥︎ "all mine......" its whispered before he takes your breath in a kiss ♥︎ He's Obsessed.

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 22: Tentacles + Overstimulation

Pairings: Ran x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, Eldritch god!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ran, tentacle fucking, overstimulation, sorcerer AU, college AU

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Author's Note: This takes place in the same AU as the one from the day 6 prompt with Inui. Though the reader is a different supernatural being and this is set 100s of years later

The prologue is pretty plot-heavy, and the whole thing is much longer than I intended for it to be. But I think it's worth it <3

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Ran Haitani's boredom has landed him in some rather unfortunate situations before, including a couple trips to the hospital. Never in a million years did he predict that he'd end up in this particular situation though...

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It all started with a leather bound book hidden within the library's basement. Ran had snuck in there a few days ago in a fit of boredom, mainly searching for some hidden porn stash that he assumed would be down there. To his dismay, no such thing existed. What he did find was an old, dusty book with several symbols etched into the leather cover. Cocking a brow in curiosity, he shoved the book under his jacket and left in a hurry, the fantasy of finding some ancient spell book or magical journal ran rampant in his mind, though deep down he knew that those things didn't exist

Later that day, he flipped through the pages in secret, locking himself inside of his dorm room and quickly becoming engrossed with the content between the papers. It was filled with what looked like legitimate spells and...summoning spells? This concept intrigued him more than anything else written in the book. Skimming through the different summoning rituals, he landed on one that piqued his curiosity greatly. “Warning: Careless summoning of The Immortal Unknown (praise be to him) could result in a catastrophe that will destroy humankind as we know it. DO NOT ATTEMPT UNLESS AN EXTREMELY EXPERIENCED SORCERER” was scribbled on a sticky note. The modern dialect was a stark contrast to the ‘Medieval speak’, as Ran called it, that the book was composed of

“Hmph. Like this crap is even real.” Ran scoffed, slamming the book shut and hiding it under his pillow. Promptly flopping onto the soft sheets to settle in for a nap, wrapping a soft blanket around his body and soon descending into the realm of dreams

Ran's eyes fluttered open, panic quickly sinking in as he realized that he was underwater. Unfamiliar ruins and sunken ships were scattered around the ocean floor. In front of him was a cave, unfathomably massive and pitch black inside. He gulped as he stared into the abyss, his eyes burning from the salt water surrounding him as he was unable to look at anything else, his stare transfixed on the cavern before him. As a deep rumble shook the entire ground, the abyss seemed to stare back as a pair of large red orbs lit up, glowing and yet casting no light onto the cave's walls

Every last cell in Ran's body tried to move, to swim away from whatever the hell this thing was. Yet he remained immobile, floating effortlessly in the cold waters as the orbs stared through his puny being. Then, in a split second, a growl echoed and whatever creature had been concealed within the black shadows of the cave suddenly lunged forward. It's form revealed in an instant, but not long enough for Ran to process what he actually saw as he immediately sat up in his bed, gasping for air

Sweat spilled down his forehead while his heart raced uncomfortably, a strange sense of dread filled his mind. This feeling compelled him to walk over to the window that pointed out towards the ocean just across from the college campus, a shiver crawling up his spine as he stared outside, almost in a trance. Ran swallowed dryly, wiping the sweat from his brow and turning to sit on the edge of the bed, switching his bedside lamp on with a shaky hand. He glanced back towards his pillow, suddenly remembering what was hidden beneath the soft cushion. Shaking his head, he stood up and grabbed a snack from his stash, swiftly devouring the food before tossing the wrapper onto his desk. Then hesitantly returning to bed, seeing as his nap lasted several hours into the night already. ‘Might as well go back to sleep.’ He thought to himself, crawling under the covers properly and soon drifting off once more

-

The next few days went by normally, save for a bit of paranoia and spacing out the morning after his strange dream. Hanging out with his younger brother and their friends mostly took his mind off of the dumb book and weird dream, laughing at various things and discussing their plans for the big Halloween party that was only two nights away

Though, the closer that the holiday approached, the more compelled Ran felt to actually perform the strange ritual with the warning note. I mean, it's not like anything will happen, right? Magic and summoning ancient gods or whatever, that's all fake shit. Nothing's gonna happen. At least, that's what Ran told himself. Concocting up a plan on how and where this is going to go down as he dashed back to his dorm room to study the ritual again

He settled on performing the ritual on Halloween night for reasons that he couldn't quite place, though he didn't bother to question why as he was far too caught up in making sure that everything would go perfectly. Already thinking of an excuse as to why he would have to ditch the party and stay in his room all night long. “I'm sick.” Ran said aloud, the idea coming to him naturally. He'd just pretend to be too sick to go out that night. It was perfect!

After hours spent studying the pages of the book and brainstorming every step of his master plan, Ran had everything he needed set up for this night to go off without a hitch. Snatching his phone from the bed, he quickly texted his brother explaining his ‘predicament’

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Sent at 3:47 - Hey dude

Sent at 3:47 - I feel like shit rn. Think I caught a stomach bug or something

Sent at 3:47 - Gonna have to skip the party 😔

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Sent at 3:49 - What? Seriously?

Sent at 3:49 - We never miss these things

Sent at 3:50 - U need anything? Everyone will be out ya know

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Sent at 3:51 - Yeah I know

Sent at 3:51 - I'm so mad

Sent at 3:52 - But I can't even make it out of bed rn

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Sent at 3:52 - Jeez

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Sent at 3:53 - Just wanna sleep it off

Sent at 3:53 - Party extra hard for me ok?

Sent at 3:53 - Tell Izana I said sorry for missing his party

Sent at 3:54 - 😭😭😭

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Sent at 3:54 - Sure thing

Sent at 3:54 - Hope u feel better

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Sent at 3:55 - Thanks 👍

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Yes! Perfect! Now that Ran was successfully exempt from having to leave the dorm, he would have plenty of time to prepare this ‘summoning circle’ that the ritual called for. With a few substitutions of course, since the actual spell called for all of these strange herbs and crystals and shit. Ran opted to use whatever supplies were available to him. Which resulted in a crude symbol on the floor created with pens, highlighters, notebooks, snack wrappers, and whatever else he could find. It's not real anyways, who cares what the thing is made of?

As nighttime approached the sounds of heavy footfall could be heard around the building, signaling the departure of nearly every student as they left to either join the most popular Halloween party, or hang out with a couple of close friends and watch horror movies

Taking a deep breath, Ran read the contents one last time, beginning the ritual by laying down in the center of the summoning circle. Next came the chant, which he comically mispronounced seeing as it was written in Latin and he was unfamiliar with the language. After finishing said chant, he tossed the book out of the circle and waited

There was a strange sense of excitement to this. While Ran didn't really believe in magic or demons or any of the legends passed around the campus, the prospect of finding an ancient book that could prove all of his doubts wrong was... thrilling. He wanted something to prove him wrong, wanted to have a supernatural experience just for the hell of it. Somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to believe in all of those things. And as his eyes closed, sighing in boredom, something peered up at the young man laying in the middle of this symbol. It's form slowly rising from the ground in silence....

“And what do we have here?” A velvety voice said, peering at the human with glowing red eyes. Ran immediately jolting awake at the sound of someone else's voice in his closed room. Upon seeing your form, he scrambled to sit up and back away, hitting the side of his bed

“What the hell are you?!” He shouted, fear washing over his features as his eyes scanned your body. Your eye twitched at the rude question, scoffing at him and retorting, “I am The Immortal Unknown, but you, rude creature, may call me Y/n.”

Ran stared at you in disbelief, you were so close to appearing as a normal human...ok maybe not that close. The several large, red tentacles sticking out from behind you did kind of shatter that illusion... As did the glowing red eyes, needle sharp teeth, and strange echoing voice

“Tell me, dear human, for what reason have you summoned me tonight? And what compelled you to create my hallowed circle out of disgusting plastic...? Do you even know who I am?” You sneered, fangs flashing when the light of the candles illuminating the room hit them

“Are we playing 20 questions? What does it matter what your stupid circle is made out of? You showed up anyways.” The sarcastic comment made your blood boil, a scowl quickly gracing your lips as you stepped towards him

“Insolent fool. My domain is situated in the ocean, the same place your kin have decided to dump your filthy garbage.” You began, taking another heavy step forward while your tentacles writhed behind you. “You pollute MY habitat and then dare to mock me by summoning me with that same garbage?! Incompetent cretin. I should rend your weak flesh from your bones right this second.” In an instant several tentacles shot towards Ran, wrapping tightly around his limbs and torso, one of them squeezing his throat as he was lifted into the air before you

“Sh-shit–!! R-relax...'s not like I expected that dumb spell to even work...how was i supposed to know I'd summon a fish?!” Your jaw practically dropped to the floor, eyes widening in disbelief at such a disrespectful display. The tentacles suspending his body tightened painfully, if you hadn't been holding back they surely would have snapped his bones by now

“Your kind used to be much more respectful. I recall a time when your people worshipped me, and rightfully so. Don't tell me this is how you treat your deities these days?” You crossed your arms as you stared down the human, enjoying his pained gasps and struggling

“Maybe if you weren't so arrogant....ow fuck...maybe someone would give a shit about you.” At this point you had heard enough, sending another tentacle towards him, but this time shoving it right down his throat. An action that caused him to immediately gag and writhe around within your grasp, shaking his head while the appendage caused his mouth to stretch around its large circumference. You smirked at the display, tilting your chin up triumphantly

What happened next was quite different from what you anticipated. As the slimy tentacle ungulated within his wet cavern, Ran moaned around it, his eyes rolling back while his tongue moved against the appendage hungrily. You blinked in surprise at the strange display, cocking your head to the side in mild amusement. Quite an interesting turn of events...

“Oh. I see, you're one of those humans.” Ran quirked a brow at your statement, still attempting to deepthroat your tentacle. “I used to have a number of followers like you. They begged for me to grant them the kind of pleasure that only a god could grant them.” You explained, your voice becoming sultry and sending shivers up Ran's spine. “They worshipped me like no other could, allowing me access to every inch of their being. I claimed their bodies as mine, driving them to the brink of insanity with pleasure.” Suddenly, your voice echoed within Ran's mind, simultaneously appearing to come from directly behind him as if you were whispering into his ears. “Then when they finally broke, I claimed their very souls, which they happily gave away to me in exchange for the mind-numbing ecstasy.”

Ran's back arched at your haunting declaration, moaning louder as the tentacle slid in deeper. “I can see it in your eyes, little one. You're scared, but you want that too, don't you?” His lust-filled eyes met yours, batting his pretty lashes at you as if to say ‘yes, I want that’

Chuckling at his desperation darkly, you had the tentacles swiftly remove his clothing, discarding it onto the floor before allowing another tentacle to pleasure him, making it shift from its position around his torso to prodding at his ass. Ran's eyes flew open at the feeling, his body jerking as a reflex while the tentacle oozed a thick substance onto his entrance, rubbing it all around the area and coating itself in it before pushing in. The pain from the initial penetration felt subdued, with only a slight burn from the stretch as the appendage intruded his hole, thrusting itself in and out until it was buried within him

“Hmph. You're doing well so far, human. I must say, I am a bit impressed.” You said, forcing both tentacles to push in far deeper, creating a bulge in Ran's throat from the intrusion. His breathing increased as the slimy limbs began thrusting quickly, ignoring the way he gagged or how tightly his little throat was constricting around them, until they shot thick fluid directly into his stomach

His body spasmed in the air while his insides were flooded with the liquid, already feeling the weight in his stomach from how much was pumped into him. The two tentacles retracted and he coughed immediately once his mouth was free, some of the liquid coming up in the process. “Oh god...aah...” Ran shivered, still a bit hazy from the rough treatment

“Oh sweetheart, you are enjoying this.” You purred, commanding a third tentacle to flick his hard member and earning a jolt from the sudden contact. His cock soon became enveloped within the tentacle's grasp, wrapping around his length several times and stroking him until he was fully erect. The tip of your tentacle slithered upwards until it reached his cock head, squishing and wiggling itself against his tip, which caused Ran to cry out shrilly

This treatment continued for several minutes until you were able to sense his incoming release, promptly stuffing his holes once more. Another loud cry muffled by the appendage sliding down his esophagus while the one buried inside of his ass fucked him roughly, forcing its way in much deeper than before and thickening in girth while it was inside. Within a few more minutes, the thick tentacles came inside of him again, spilling another round of gooey cum in his stomach, so much so that it bulged from the amount of fluid in there

Ran reached his limit soon after, spraying his own cum on his chest and the tentacle currently jacking him off. His hips jerked violently while his orgasm overtook him, moaning all the while. After they finished unloading inside of him, the tentacles retreated once again, leaving him with a sense of emptiness that elicited a whine from him. Except for the one still jerking off his sensitive cock, that one continuously pleasured him even while he wailed from overstimulation

Seeing your prey so fucked out like this had you worked up too, seeing as the large tentacle dick concealed within your pants writhed around wildly. Groaning in annoyance, you pulled the appendage out and stroked yourself, your large human-like hand barely wrapping around the thing. “Mm you have...truly impressed me, human. Haaah...mmph–!!” You moaned in between praises, twisting your wrist while you stroked your alien-looking cock. “Most humans would tap out after the second round, but you...yeess~ You crave something more, hm? Something... bigger? ”

A wave of desire flashed in Ran's eyes, craning his head to look at you while you touched yourself across from him. Soft squelching noises emanating from where your hand met your dick, the tip oozing the equivalent of precum. Ran choked out something akin to begging, his throat incredibly sore from your harsh treatment so far, “Pl-ease...yes...aaahh...”

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want this too, after all it had been hundreds of years since a single follower had summoned you. Much longer since you had been summoned for this. Your cock ached to be buried within a fragile human's tight walls, splitting them open and fucking away their sanity with every thrust. Just the thought of this caused you to involuntarily lick your lips, impossibly sharp teeth peeking through as you did so. Ran stared at you the whole time, turned on by every new detail that he discovered

He gulped when your eyes snapped to his, a dangerous lust hidden behind them as they shined in the dimly lit room. Grabbing his waist with your hands delicately, you lined your cock up with his hole, searching his eyes for any sign of disagreement. Finding none, you plunged inside, stretching his tight hole farther than any human had been stretched before. Ran's hands balled into fists as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, the simultaneous sensations of your monster dick prying him open and the slimy tentacle working his cock had him reeling from pleasure. His head fell back, hanging limply while you fucked him open, until your hand grabbed the back of it and lifted him back up, forcing him to look at your expressions as you railed his slim body

“So tight...yet you're still able to take all of my cock...good boy~ ” The growl caused Ran to tremble, feeling impossibly submissive as the night went on. With one sharp thrust, you managed to bury yourself to the hilt, moaning shamelessly as he clenched around you. Your long tongue lolled out, drool dripping from the end as you fucked Ran's ass deeply. Rolling your hips into him and brushing against his prostate, causing him to whine and push his head against your hand harder

“Dear human, you never had the chance to tell me your name. Won't you tell me now?” You asked sweetly, ravaging his hole the entire time. His body greedily accepting the whole thing

“It's Ran...H-Haitani...ah! Aaahh fuck...” Ran exclaimed when your hips snapped into him suddenly, panting heavily from the way your dick glided in and out of his hole. The name ringing in your ears for a moment while you contemplated it

“Ran...how lovely. You are aware that there's no going back after tonight, yes Ran?” You explained, leaning closer to his sweet face. “Even if you refuse to make a pact with me, to become my worshipper, the thought of submitting to me will never leave your mind. It will plague every second of your pathetic life.” A low growl rumbled within your chest, teasing the human cruelly. Though you weren't actually lying, he didn't know that, all he knew was that he needed your cock to stay inside of him and fill him up until he stopped thinking

Letting his head go, you slid that same hand down to his hips, thrusting deeper due to the better leverage. His moans filled the small room while you railed him eagerly, releasing your tentacles' grip on his legs so that he could wrap them around your torso. Which he did weakly, most of the strength in his legs had left him after being fucked multiple times. “Human... I'm very close...but–” You paused, hips stilling inside of his wet hole as he whined. “I want you. Too much time has passed since I had any loyal followers to worship me, so I want you to be mine~”

Ran stared at you quizzically, suddenly nervous at the idea. Yet something inside of him screamed at him to agree, craving you from somewhere deep down within his soul. “Make a pact with me. Give yourself over to me and I will give you everything you have ever wanted, little one. How about it?” Laying your hand on his stomach, you gazed at him expectantly as you awaited an answer. He tossed the question around in his mind for a moment, but just as the gravity of the question settled in you began thrusting again. Your thick cock erased any rational thought, replacing it with an unfathomable sense of desire

As you slammed into his ass, Ran gasped out his answer, “Ah! Yes...yes yes yesyesyesyes—!! I'll do whatever you want...j-just don't stop—!! ” He shouted, rolling his hips against yours in an attempt to take you deeper. His own release inching closer while you fucked him brainless

“Very good...” You purred, creating a seal on his skin. The same symbol that was lazily recreated on Ran's floor, a mark signaling to any other creatures that the item marked by this seal belonged to you. The mark burned into his skin painfully, a glowing blue inky substance etched into his flesh that forever bound the human to you

“Darling, mmm~ Cum for me. ” You growled, your own orgasm hitting you as your body stiffened, releasing an impossible amount of cum within his warm walls. Ran came just after, shooting his cum all over your hand and the seal that you created on his delicate flesh. The milky fluid acts somewhat as a stamp, effectively sealing the contract created between you and your new follower

Ran soon went limp, panting heavily while your cock finished unloading inside of him. You stayed like this for a minute, rubbing at the new seal with your thumb. All of his nerves felt raw around the area, each little touch and wisp of air that brushed against it caused him to whine and tremble. You slowly and carefully pulled out of him, being as gentle as you really could with the fragile thing. He whimpered when you had fully unsheathed yourself, already missing the stretch of your fat length

Scooping the slender human up in your arms and releasing your tentacles' grip on him, you carried him to his bed. Allowing him to finally rest after nearly breaking him, though he might have enjoyed that too, now that you think about it... nevertheless, you tucked the little thing under the covers and brushed your knuckles against his cheek, whispering a “See you soon, little one.” into his ears before returning to your domain

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[lssugaluv]

MDNI 18+

How dare you walk in to the office full of hungry men waiting to devour you just with their looks. How dare you come into the office dressed in that sexy outfit he handpicked just for him to see you in.

You walk in wearing that short mini skirt that shows the creases of your ass with those cute heals that show your cute pink toes. Wearing a top that almost shows your breasts. As soon as he sees you he pulls you into his office locking the door.

It was actually a coincidence when he walked out of his office. After hearing all the commotion of whistling and applauses coming from the hall he went to take a peak. At first he didn’t even recognize you until you turned around and you saw him. “Ran! I was looking for you.”

His jaw dropped seeing you dressed like that in public. Not that he cares, he loves seeing you wear anything that makes you happy, but he absolutely hates other men looking at you.

Once in his office, he begins to question you. You notice he’s annoyed by his hand running through his hair and this eager grin he has on his face. “What are ya doin’ here doll?” You smile and want to hug him but he right away walks away from your affection. “I came to surprise you Ran.” You begin to pout. “Surprise me?! Dressed like that? You surprised all those assholes out there alright.” You sit down on his desk chair as he is walking around the office still annoyed. “Excuse me? But I haven’t seen you the past three days! You’ve been working non stop and I miss you. But I guess that all you care about is how others see me.” You grab your small purse and walk towards the door.

He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him with force. He places one hand to the small of your back while the other is placed in the back of your head grabbing your hair. He whispers in your ear, using that husky sexy voice of his. “Where the hell do ya think you’re goin’ baby? You’re here to see me aren’t ya?” He pulls you in for an aggressive kiss, his tongue wrestling with yours, eagerly showing you that he wants you. You wrap both your arms around his shoulders and return back the eager kiss, showing your hunger for him.

He pulls away and walks to his desk full of mountains of documents waiting to be placed back in their direct spots. He throws them all out of the way and pulls you and puts you on top of his desk. He’s on top of you, hands everywhere on you. He starts to suck on you supple skin on your neck, loving to take in your scent. You feel him sucking on your neck, knowing he’s marking territory. Knowing that when you walk out of his office, showing all those assholes who you belong to.

He stops and takes off his expensive jacket and discards it somewhere. He sits down on his chair and turns you towards him. He opens your legs, pulling your skirt up by your belly. He starts kissing and gently biting your thighs, caressing them carefully. He pulls your panties to the side and licks your clit. He starts to moan with you. “Delicious as always baby. I missed you.” He eats you out like a starving man and when you feel like you’re about to cum he stops. “Baby why did you stop?” You pout feeling yourself a hot mess. “You want to act like a tease, I’ll treat ya like one baby.” He gets up and smashes his lips onto yours having you get a taste of yourself.

His fingers are now giving your cunt attention by playing with you. He circles your clit in such a motion that you once again feel like cumming, and he knows your every move. He stops once again, not letting you cum. Knowing that you get tight down there. “B..baby don’t stop.” You pant kissing his neck, trying to convince him. But once Ran has an idea, there’s no changing his mind.

He gets you and turns you around in his all time favorite position, Face down ass up. With no warning whatsoever he rams into you. A loud sexy moan comes out from you making him go crazy. He sure did miss being inside of you. All this work has him going crazy but you’re the only thing that keeps him going. His precious angel who he loves to make an absolute babbling mess. He reaches in to your ear, one arm wrapped around your belly and the other around your neck. “I missed fuckin’ ya, you know that doll? You feel so fuckin’ good baby.”

He whispers nothing but nasty stuff in your ear but also telling you how much he has missed you. Ran can be an ass but man, he loves you. Everything he does now is just for you. He hears a small thud against the door, knowing those assholes are listening. He lets go of your neck and positions himself standing, grabbing onto your hips. He starts pounding so hard, and felt you getting tight once again. As much as he wanted to let you come, he also wanted to teach you a lesson. You almost cry out angry and frustrated because once again he didn’t let you come. He kisses your shoulders gently and once again roughly inserts himself in you, having you scream.

Ran loses himself on how tight and great you feel, and places his hand on your belly once again. “You feel that baby?” Pressing his hand right under your belly button. “This is where I am” you roll your eyes in pure lust. His rhythm gets out of control and he cums in you. You feel all his weight on your back making you feel heavy.

He pulls out making you feel empty and you moan on your sensitive cunt. He helps you fix your panties and clothes. He pats on your panties, “keep my babies safe here.” And he grins and kisses you gently.

He offers to walk you out, and as soon as he opens the door, all the nosey guys scatter out like roaches. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping his hand on your ass, showing everyone who you belong too.

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Enjoy this Ran Haitani one shot.

It is not proofread :(

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[niikosia]

; taking ran haitani's dick tonight wasn't in my bucket list.

synopsis: the youthful heiress of the kurokawa-sano corporation went to the fnn club for a night of lighthearted fun and decided to perform as a pole dancer. there, she caught the attention of haitani ran, one of the haitani brothers and the older of the two. the brother placed a 10 million won bet on her behalf.

warning: fem reader, explicit language, dominant ran, passive-aggressive treatment, baton as dildo, baton penetration, hair pulling, clitorical stimulation, erotic dancer, dirty talking, age gap.

I came into the changing room in purple lingerie that seemed more appropriate for the evening and with the attractively disheveled appearance of mine, I puffed away on my cigarette while the exotic dancers, who were positioned nearby, stared on me in wonder.

The youngest heiress of Kurokawa-Sano Corporation was acting in a scandalous manner, which shocked the company's employees, who had noticed.

"I know you. You're the other woman of Mr. Miwako," I said, pointing my finger at the champagne-haired woman who was sitting on a couch and adjusting her hair.

Without regretting my actions, i trudged over to the empty couch and took a seat. The woman with champagne hair nearly lost her cool under my disparaging remarks, but she was merely annoyed.

The woman glared at me and spat, dropping her lipstick on the tiny bureau. "You're such a bitch," she said. The woman next to me became increasingly irritated because, even though she had collected every rouge palette, none of them seemed to pique her interest.

I almost complained about not being able to find the red lipstick shade I was looking for in a tiny box. But I soon discovered the color I desired, Penumbra. My intense gaze stayed fixed on her as I satisfied myself by applying the penumbra lipstick to my voluptuous lips.

I heard someone say, "You're the next heiress of Kurokawa Corporation, yet you're working here as a whore," from behind me.

I said, "None of your business," rolling my eyes upward.

My ink-colored eyes stared at the woman even though I was a comfortable distance away. The woman kept staring at me as I finished applying the penumba lipstick, but my expression stayed neutral.

The conversation was about to take an awkward turn when all of a sudden the door opened, revealing Sano Shinichiro, half-buttoning a black polo shirt and drenched from head to toe.

I cry out, "Shin!" and toss my older brother a towel that's nearby. I thought he must have tripped over someone or something because I was curious as to why he was so wet.

With a faint laugh, Shinichiro scratched his forehead and said, "I just got rejected again."

Just after Shinichiro made his appearance, a white-haired man appeared. He softly smiled at me and said, "You look good." It was none other than Sano Manjiro, my other brother. Kurokawa Izana, my second oldest brother, appeared with a frown just after Manjiro had complimented me.

Izana chastised me, acting as though they were the only ones in the room, saying, "For God's sake, Y/n! You're a successful model and this is your sideline? How could you not be embarrassed?" Instead of arguing or responding to Izana, I gave my older brother Shinichiro puppy-dog eyes and pleaded with him in silence for help.

"Izana is right, Y/n. I could give you a hand by calling Yuzuha about your modeling career," Shinichiro said, arching an eyebrow.

I came to the realization that Izana was probably disliking me and silently passing judgment on me, but he wasn't really able to take action because I am a highly successful model in New York City who is 21 years old.

I said firmly, "I can handle myself without asking for help from any of you."

After exchanging a few glances, Mikey remained impartial, Izana rolled his eyes, and Shinichiro finally shook his head.

They were aware of my attraction to young men; my unpredictable nature had recently landed me in trouble in New York, which was the primary reason they chose to bring me back to Japan for a while.

Mikey felt a wave of annoyance when Izana spoke again. "Iza, what's your problem?" he asked. My eyes grew wide as I shifted between the boys' arguments, not sure how to respond.

Izana took the lollypop out of his mouth and jammed it in my mouth so I couldn't speak. With irritation, he said, "If you really want a big salary from Koko, shut up and go do your damn fucking job at Bonten's 10th anniversary."

I gave my brothers a rolling look and turned to head for the front door. "She's a slut in New York, that's what I heard from there. She fucks men with money for her to become relevant," the champagne-haired woman said, turning back as she stared at my appearance.

I snapped back, clicking my tongue in amusement, "And your mom is one of my brother's hoe."

"You won't pull any Haitani's tonight with that sharp mouth of yours," the woman remarked as I flipped your hair, leaving the strippers with a frustrated expression on their faces.

I confidently strode onto the stage. I am the perfect woman for every man and the star of the club tonight.

Men find me repulsive, but even though I haven't touched the pole yet, I can hear them praising me and placing huge bets on me, showing how amazing I am to them.

I winked at the other strippers after tilting my head back to give them a flying kiss. I silently thought to myself, "Men are disgusting." before I jumped into the pole.

Men began sending me thousands of yen, but I didn't notice any of them. As a result, I continued stripping as if nobody else was present. I was just feeling myself at the moment and didn't give a damn about anyone else.

As I stepped down from the pole and took off my blazer, the older men started to swoon. A little smile came to my lips as the bonten walked in.

I moved toward the bonten, whispering to myself, "Now this is what we call heaven."

Men were speculating with enormous sums of money on me as I approached the Bonten.

I heard the man at the other table bet a sizable amount of money to me for just having sex, and all I could heard was, "I'll take her 100k."

The other guy said, "Mine's 300k," and slammed the case full of cash onto the table.

With his money on the table, the other man exclaimed, "500k."

The bonten was amazed at the huge amount of money the men wanted to bet on me.

"Kaku, why are they betting like that?" Izana asked, crossing his arms. They were talking about his sister's extreme taste in women.

I gasped when I noticed one of the well-known Haitani brothers standing next to my brothers. The tall man, who appeared to be in his thirties and had large, drooping lavender eyes, spoke up and addressed everyone in a deep, bass voice.

The Haitani Ran glared at the other group next to them and said, "10 million for Kurokawa Y/n. If any of you frauds have an objection with my decision, none of you will be able to see the light of day after." Everyone felt uneasy around him because of his intimidating appearance and menacing tone. Catching my wrist and yanking me in the direction of the exit. "What was the purpose of your action?" I asked Ran.

Ran slammed my body against his wide chest and tugged me instead of answering my question. They can still hear the other men complaining about how Ran only needed to make one wager to win me. Given that he is willing to risk millions to have me fuck him, he must think highly of me.

I stated, staring at his boner, "It's not enjoyable for me to fuck with men who have short dicks.

A smirk crossed Ran's lips as his hand began to slither down my ass and squeeze it.

"Your dick is probably as short as your hair."

I become even more curious when Ran allows a small giggle to escape his lips. I flinched the instant Ran touched my flawless skin.

"We'll see about that," was all Haitani could say.

With a slow, sultry gaze, he licked my lower lip and caressed my hand, gently massaging my hand into his man's bone just enough to give him a weak feeling.

My touch was too much for Ran to withstand, so he grabbed my waist angrily and pulled me into the secret room hidden in the departure area. When he lifted my chin to face him, he smacked his lips against mine. I attempted to brush his thin hand, but he ended up pushing me into bed.

"Do you recall asking me what's the dick?" Ran said, unbuckling his belt with one hand while using his free hand to pull something out of the bureau.

"Remember that time you asked me how long my baton was? Just to be clear, which baton are you referring to this?" he asked, pointing to his crotch first. I remembered, somehow, and my eyes widened when he showed me the black baton. "Or this?" I asked.

Legs spreading naturally, a jovial grin reappearing in his mouth, he planted gentle kisses on my thighs follow by a deep bite marks.

"See, you're already a good girl."

Ran was aware of my love for praise.

"How's new york, babe?" Ran asked, trailing the baton up to my inner thigh.

My voice cracks slightly as the baton's tip touches my clitoris part, which is surprisingly aroused already. "G-good," I says.

"You're getting wetter the more my baton touch your slippery clit." I cried as he pulled down my underwear and started rubbing my cherry chap stick in slow pace causing me to whimper with pain and pleasure.

"Does that pussy of yours feel like it has a vibrator?"

I attempted to massage your clit, but he grabbed my hand and smacked it, saying, "You're not allowed to do what you want unless I say so." He continued to rub my clit feebly. My knees are becoming weaker and my body is trembling.

I stared into Ran's large lavender eyes. As soon as Ran got the baton inside of me, tears suddenly appeared in my eyes. He chokes me lightly as he thrust the thing he uses to kill people inside me.

I scream causes my legs to spread apart making him pushes the baton farther than it was before. I was screaming uncontrollably as I experienced the man's pleasure and pain.

When he eventually pried the baton from me, he immediately and without hesitation thrust his dick into me. hunching my back, lifting your hips, and sprinting quickly and forcefully to me.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I can't stop groaning uncontrollably and experiencing both rapture and agony. Both of us were experiencing erotica and had forgotten the outside world. Our movements, our smell, and our touches diverted our attentions.

I tentatively bit his shoulder, pleading for "Ran... more."

Ran said, "You like this don't you?" with a sly smile on his lips as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.

He bit the tip of my earlobe and said, "You like when I treat you like the little slut you are?"

With a soft laugh, he says, "You like when I torment you, huh?"

He mumbles in my ear, "You like it when I thrust my dick deeper than you want."

He said in a whisper once more, "You like it when I treat you like an object.

Seductively, he whispered, "You like it when I treat you like one of my girls?"

"I like to fuck you like the fuck doll you are," He say, holding onto the sheets.

"You seem to enjoy it when I ruin this tiny cat of yours." he whispered so softly whilst rubbing my sensitive clit smoothly.

Digging my nails into Ran's back, I found that he has a lot of endurance despite his current situation because he controlled his movements to demonstrate the pleasures of sex to me alone.

I entwine my legs around Ran's sensual waist and say, "yes," allowing him to do as he pleases while biting his shoulder once more.

I was so constricted by each of his deeper thrusts that I managed to mutter, literally gasping, "Ain't no way there's a dick that its 9 i-inches long."

Ran's other hand violently flipped me back while I was gripping the sheets, "Bullshit Haitani-aaghh!" He then stuck his dick inside my asshole, causing me to gasp and start crying, "You got a filthy mouth, little izana." Ran then slapped my ass cheeks, which made me whimper even louder.

I rolled my eyes upward, my eyes still watering, as I heard Ran say, "Wipe those stupid tears of yours or-" as he lowered his hips for more powerful blows.

I stammered out, "I will fucking kill you after this!"

The faster and faster he pounded, the more smirky Ran got as he pulled my hair to him, but it stopped suddenly when someone spoke into the speaker. When he lowered his hips for deeper strokes, I rolled my eyes back and remained motionless, listening to the person on the speaker as I felt his tip hit my G-spot.

"Mic test, mic test, this is your dear Sanzu speaking. I'm sorry to break up your romantic moment, but Rindou and his bike have slid into the canal and he needs assistance."

I felt something odd inside of me, and Ran groaned, tightening his grip on my waist and intensifying his thrust, causing me to arch my back even more and whimper softly. "Fuck Sanzu!" shouted Ran.

Ran said, "I'm gonna fucking cum, you better be obedient when I flipped you," as he flipped me and I gasped and panted loudly. It's clear that Ran was jerking his dick off quickly and aiming for my chest, suggesting that it was firmer and more rigid than I initially thought.

He circled the tip of his dick in mmy hard nipples and cums in between my books while stroking it, and his loud moans soon made me blush.

"This feels so good," he mewled as I felt his liquid filling me up.

a/n: this was written in 2021.

don't repost my work to any platform. thank you!

© 2023 niikosia. all rights reserved.

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[satorus-lover]

— JEALOUSY

ran sees you hanging out with kakucho and he gets really Jealous (i’m not good at writing these stuff)

pairing: Bonten!Ran x Fem!Reader

genre: Smut !!

content warning: (18+) mature content

notes: this is my first time writing smut so i wanna apologize if this is bad T_T I also wrote this in a document in english/physics class for my friend :3 also i’m so sorry for the end this was sitting in my drafts for a really really long time and i don’t even know what to write 😭

“c’mon. we’re leaving” Ran says, grabbing your arm harshly while leaving the club

once you and Ran got outside of the club you yank your arm always from him, scoffing, “why? you wanted to come here so badly” you cross your arms and rolled your eyes

Earlier your boyfriend, Ran Haitani begged you to come to the club with him because Kokonoi and Sanzu was hosting it. He told you he wouldn’t wanna go unless you went. You didn’t wanna go but your boyfriend begged and begged until you finally agree to go with him.

“You were all up on Kakucho! why would I wanna see my Girlfriend all up on my co worker” Ran said angrily.

he grabs your arm again, dragging you to the car. Once you and Ran got to the car, Ran puts you in the passe-nger seat and slammed the door. you buckle up slowly, looking at the side mirror to see what Ran was doing. He was talking to his younger brother Rindou. After a couple of minutes of them talking and you just looking through the side mirror, trying to figure out what they are saying, you make eye contact with Rindou. He mumbles something to Ran before walking back inside the club. Ran gets in the car and he starts driving home.

You glance over at Ran, His knuckles were turning white as he grips on the wheel and he was clenching his jaw.

he’s mad.

something about him being mad turned you on. You quickly turned to the window as you feel your face turning red. You slowly rub your thighs together to gain friction. Your breathing becomes wobbly as you gain some sorta friction and you began to grip on your seatbelt. you continue to rub your thighs together until your body jerks as the car abruptly stops.

you look out the window and notice you guys already got home. Ran unbuckles his seatbelt and he gets out the car, slamming the door. You slowly unbuckle your seatbelt, Ran opens your door and he picks you up from the car,

“Ran-“ you yelp

He walks into the house and lightly throws you on the couch. you sit up and look at him as he is pulling a stool up in front of the couch. He sits down and crosses his arms, just staring at you.

“I want you to play with yourself in front of me.”

“w-what” Ran let out a deep chuckle

“you heard what I said” you bite your lip, “why do you want me to do that…” you whispered loud enough for him to hear

You don’t know why you whispered. It was just the two of you guys in the house. The maids left for the night and Rindou is at the club still.

Maybe it was probably cause you were nervous…

or maybe..Just maybe because you were having sinister thoughts about Ran fucking you on this couch.

“don’t act like I didn’t see you rubbing yourself in the car y/n” your face grew red and he laughs, “what a dirty slut..” you close your legs as you felt yourself getting wet at his words.

tears welled in your eyes, due to embarrassment

“don’t go making me feel bad for giving you this punishment” he tells you

you wipe your tears away and look at him, “if you go through this punishment i’ll give you whatever you want” he smile at you, “what do you say hm” you nod your head

“good girl.”

you slowly side off your dress, leaving you just in your bra and panties. You bite your lip as your move your panties to the side. you prop your legs in a way were Ran can see what you’re doing. You slowly slide your right fingers up and down against your wet folds, your breath hitched as your finger slightly touched your clit. you slowly insert two digits inside of of you, you gasp at the feeling. As you are sliding your fingers in and out of you, with your left free hand you start rubbing your clit, You gasp as the feeling of pleasure. your back arch and you began moaning Ran’s name, imagining it’s his fingers inside of you instead of yours.

“f-fuck” you whimpered, this isn’t enough for you. you look over at your boyfriend who is palming his hard cock. his breathing becomes shaky as he is watching you finger yourself.

you continue for a little longer until you began to see white, your body jerked “R-Ran” a high pitch moan came out. “i-i’m close” you moaned out.

Right before the knot in your stomach could release, your fingers were quickly taken out of you. you whine as your clench your walls around nothing. You look at your boyfriend, who was hovering over your while pining your arms above you. “Why would you do that” you started tearing up “i was close”

you were sexually frustrated. You were about to finish until he took that away. Ran let’s put a low chuckle and he looks at you with an innocent smile, “this is a punishment remember” with one hand he moves a strain of hair away from your face “bad girls don’t get to cum”

Ran sits on the couch and he motions you to fix the growing tent in his pants. You kneel down between his legs. You pull down his pants along with his boxers. his cock springs up, hitting his stomach. your eyes widen you had sex with Ran multiple times but you always forget how big he is. His cock was thick and long, you don’t think you can fit it all in your mouth. You look at ran and then back at his red angry tip as Pre cum oozes out from it.

“you can take it, i know you can” Ran pats the back of your head

you lick the pre cum before taking all of him in.

this was gonna be a long night…

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[ghostlyforxst]

GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Inappropriate Language, Jealousy, 18+, Fingering, Oral (Male Receiving), Cum Denial, Squirting, Slight! Hair Pulling. and Slight! Degrading

CHARACTER: Ran Haitani

WORD COUNT: 830

A/N - I've been wanting to write this for while now and I pleased that I got too, also got thigh riding one coming up soon just got to figure which character. Which character do y'all want?

ABRIVATION KEY: F/F = Favorite Food, Y/N = Your Name

     Ran hated it, he hated the way your radiant lips were upturned into a smile at the coquettish waiter—oblivious of his flirtatious remarks and touchy-feely hands. 

     “And for the beautiful lady, F/F.” The waiter beamed as he laid the dish before you, his hand ghosting over yours purposely. 

     It pissed Ran off, and his irritability only intensified as you removed the napkin hidden beneath your plate. “Give that here.” 

    You peered up at Ran and reached over the table, complying with him. Ran’s eyes narrowed at the paper cloth, pupils trembling with rage, his calm demeanor unraveling. The bastard had inked his number into the napkin with ‘Need a better man? Call me.’ written below it. That sent Ran over the edge, baffled and angered at how the dumbass could soberly flirt with you when you are with him, he hops to his feet and rams his hands against the wooden table—frightening you and the surrounding customers.  

     Ran snatches you by the wrist, yanking you from the chair and out the restaurant. He needed to get away before he made the mistake of murdering that waiter.

     "Woah, where are we going?" You questioned, confused. “What is wrong with you, Ran?” 

     “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me!?” Ran laughed bitterly, roughly tugging the car door open and ushering you into the leather seat. “That damned waiter is what is wrong with me. Not just the waiter either, it’s how you didn’t even deny any of his actions and comments. But that doesn’t matter right now, because I’mma remind you who you belong to you fucking slut.” 

     Ran shuts the door noisily before rushing to the drivers, he revs up the car and speeds off. You glanced over at him, watching how his knuckles whitened at the grip of the steering wheel and his jaw clenching angrily. Your eyes wandered out the window, pondering on your words, the silence was strained and you hated it—-but his jealousy was secretly attractive. 

     “I’m sorry-” 

     Ran’s hand ceased your apology with a squeeze of your thigh, your breath quivering as his fingers inched up your leg and under your dress. 

     “No panties, huh?” Ran spoke, scowling before stroking a finger along your bare pussylips. 

     Your cheeks bloomed with embarrassment and you looked away, feeling yourself becoming aroused.  

     “Watch me, Y/N.” Ran grinned, pressing past your folds and kneading at your clit. “Watch the one who’s going to make a mess of you.”

     You whined hushly, your hips grinding into his hand.  

     “That’s right baby, make those pretty little noises.” He purred, a finger swirling around your hole before he eased it into your wetness. 

      Your nails raked against the seat, spreading your legs further apart, with a gasp. Knuckles deep, Ran retreats his finger from your puffy pussy before he adds another digit and thrusts them back into you with a slick slurp of your cunt. 

     “Ran…”You breathed, writhing with a humming whine.

     A lazy smirk comes to Ran's lips, feeling your pussy sucking and tightening around his fingers, and he eases his digits from your wetness before you can cum.

     Your thighs chafed against each other desperately and you seized his hand as you pleaded, “Please, please, please make me cum Ran!”  

      “I don’t think you deserve to cum,” he jested. 

     “No, please.” 

     Ran droned thoughtfully before lifting himself up from the seat fairly, a hand still resting on the steering wheel, and shimmied from his pants and boxers—his dick leaping from its confines.  

     “Suck.” 

     Your eyes broaden before hurdling over the middle compartment and taking his erection into your hand, parting your lips and circling the head of his cock with your tongue. His lips lifts with a snarl as his hand grasps your hair and bucks his hips into your mouth, plunging his dick into your wet heat. 

     ‘Honk!’ 

     “Shit.” He hissed, his free hand returning to the wheel. 

      You smiled broadly around his cock then you hollowed your cheeks and bounced your head, his trimmed pubes tickling your face. Ran inhales suddenly, slamming his head back against the headrest. Your hand slithers down to his balls, palming at them, as your sopping tongue runs along the veins of his dick.  Ran jolts, cock twitching, as his hot cum spurts down your constricting throat—choking you. 

     “Fuck, baby~” He curses, petting your head. “You definitely need a reward after that.” 

     Your heart thrums against your heaving chest, bobbing your head needily, and adjusting yourself back into your seat. Oh did your cunt throb excruciatingly, sobbing for a release. You sighed as Ran’s fingers made themselves at home in your pussy again, rocking with his fingers. You nibble on your lower lip, tilting your pelvis for him to hit that good spot, approaching your orgasm rapidly. Your back arches, a strained moan coming from you, as you squirted around him. 

     “Damn, all mine.” He gaped, shoving his fingers into his mouth and lapping your arousal up. “You taste so good~"

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Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.

Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.

Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..

And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.

So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡

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AND ALL YOUR FAVS! ♡♡

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[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one

(Enemies to Enemies Who Fuck)

(HaruKaku in Bonten timeline)

(some past-MuSan and past-KakuIza with a subtle RanOmi bc why not, it's my fic and I don't have self-restrain when it comes to multishipping)

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

All of them. Bonten is their own warning. Substance abuse. Really unhealthy coping mechanisms. Depression. Mental health problems. Suicide. Major character death. (it's Bonten, they all want to kill themselves and some of them succeed, okay?) Mentions of unsafe sex, but there is no smut or graphic depiction of it.

I tried to not be too graphic with any of this topics, the focus is mostly on what the characters are thinking/feeling. But it's hard anyway, tbh the last scene was actually difficult and painful for me to write. So please, don't take the CW lightly and prioritize your mental health!

Angst and Hurt/No Comfort.

MANGA SPOILERS!!!!

Notes: HaruKaku came as an hilarious idea. Because they are hilarious, let's be real. Soulmates archnemesis, doomed to hate each other in every timeline. But then Bonten happened and of course, I ended up writing some angsty shit instead of focusing in all the other moments when they are hilarious. Kudos for me, yey! 🥲

This is canon complicit (again, is Bonten, beware!)

It alternates from Kakucho's POV to Sanzu's POV. I did that thing again of using "Haruchiyo" when he's in his most vulnerable state because for some reason I like playing with his name like this.

(English is not my first language, be nice please 🙈)

(the art is from @just-sp-in-inginthevoid who is in part responsible for the archnemesis brain riot, but mostly the hilarious part, tbh)

Is not that Kakucho enjoys Sanzu's company. Or that the pinkette gradually started to grow on him. Quite the opposite, to be honest. He hates him a little bit more every day, every shared mission, every time they had to spent hours together.

But with Sanzu, he feels. He feels intensely, he feels with passion. Even if it's twisted, at least he's not empty anymore. The void that threatens to devour him seems to disappear when he's around the other man. Sometimes, Kakucho wants to murder him, but he knows he can't. Others, he wonders what would happen to him if he also loses the only person that it's still able to provoke an intense emotion on him.

Hate is better than apathy, isn't it?

They hate each other passionately. Sanzu finds his reactions too funny for stopping it, always willing to go a little further, to push Kakucho to the edge. It's too easy to pick on him, making him forget about his allegedly righteous patience.

It's disgusting, how Kakucho thinks of himself like he was better than the rest of them. So Sanzu enjoys to proves him wrong, to show him that they are the same (even if he can't stand that fact either, seeing that burning rage in those heterochromatic eyes makes it worth it).

Now that he thinks about it, it was probably a matter of time, considering that his king denied them the right to kill each other, they needed to find a way of releasing all that build up anger. That's probably why isn't that surprising when it finally happens.

It looked like a regular night. Sanzu was high as a kite, trying to forget every one of his lives. Kakucho just seemed to be there, he can't recall exactly why, some type of report, but he didn't pay any attention to it at the moment, too intoxicated for actually caring for something that could wait until tomorrow.

“Why are you still here? You like me that much or what?”

The pinkette man says, slurring his words.

“Are you that high? You know I hate you.”

Is the harsh answer that he earns. It's brutal, but real. Kakucho's honesty has something that grounds him to the present. It's sickening. It's exactly what he wants right now.

“I hate you too, don't worry.” He laughs, finding his own words amusing. “Think about it, me and you. Just us, hating each other all night long.”

“You're crazy.”

“And you didn't say no.”

(If he was more honest with himself, he would admit that he was trying to find another way of punishing his broken mind and his body. But he's not.)

And oh, it actually feels good. Kakucho fucks him with the same brutality that talks to him. He couldn't bear any type of gentle touch (specially not from someone that it's so linked to Mucho, but he isn't thinking in that, he promised himself to forget his old captain a long time ago).

There isn't any type of care between them, only spite. Both men are too broken for having the ability to love someone again. Indeed, this was precisely what he needed. This is perfect.

The next day, Kakucho feels nauseated. How couldn't he? Sanzu was high as fuck, too intoxicated to give proper consent to do anything. So even if he was also a little drunk, even if it wasn't his idea, Kakucho feels guilty for what happened.

Until Sanzu just laughs at his poorly attempt of apologizing, mocking his morals once more. He was about to punch him in the face, but the lingering guilt doesn't allow him to do it. Not that one more bruise would make a difference, actually.

Both are covered in so many marks that more than sex, it looks like they tried to kill each other. Yeah, maybe he should stop feeling sorry for Sanzu, considering this. Maybe that was the best way to get rid of that not-so-pent-up hate.

And it works. At least for a while, it works. Until it happens again. And again.

Is not that they are lovers (Kakucho wants to puke with that idea). They just fuck from time to time. That's all. They hate each other, they wish they could kill the other. But they can't. So, sometimes, they fuck.

Their relationship is not pretty. At all. Or better. If Kakucho had to use only one word for describing it, he would say “real”. They don't lie to each other, what would be the point? Both are too able of seeing between the lies, they are too similar in so many ways. But that raw honesty only makes it worse.

Kakucho knows it's a mistake, that he shouldn't care about Sanzu's fate (he brought it on himself and he doesn't seem to have any complains). But Mikey is worse every day, the king is falling and his loyal dog is falling with him. Kakucho needs to do something, because the uneasiness he feels every time he sees them is now living rent-free in his mind.

That's why, one day, Kakucho tries. He's trying to find his clothes, dressing quickly, wanting to get out of this room that only makes him feel sick. Then, he looks at Sanzu, his pink hair scattered on the pillows, a lazy and satisfied smile than only appears after sex (and never lasts). There is some twisted vulnerability in how content the other man is while lighting up a joint, as if seeing these new swelling (all this pain) on his skin was something he wanted.

(Kakucho can't shake the feeling that Sanzu is using him as another way of hurting himself and that infuriates him so fucking much... Maybe that's the real reason why he decides against his best judgment and opens his big mouth.)

“Is not worth it.”

“Uh?”

Sanzu looks at the other, not sure if he actually heard something. He just wants to smoke and relax, to feel the post-orgasmic satisfaction while it lasts, to enjoy the pain in his body (one more of his little punishments).

“I said is not worth it. Dying with Mikey.”

If it had been anyone else, Sanzu would shoot him in the face just for saying this. Thinking like that, talking like that about his king is treason. It should be. But it's difficult to pretend Kakucho's isn't right about this when, unfortunately, it's the only one Sanzu trusts with Mikey's well-being (It's the one he calls every time Mikey is being suicidal again).

“You wish you could be me, you wish you had died with Izana.”

Sanzu spits his words, burning with all the rage he feels every time he has to acknowledge the reality of how is Mikey.

“That's not what this is about-”

Kakucho is unable to finish his sentence, turning pale in anger when Sanzu cuts him. 'Good'.

“You're a selfish bastard, aren't you? You want me to be like you, stuck here with no purpose, jerking yourself with the memory of a ghost. Pretend it's because of your high morals, that you're worried about me or some other bullshit. But you're just another selfish bastard. And you envy me.”

If it had been anyone else, Sanzu would shoot him in the face. But he can't (he wants to, oh, he wants it so much, but he can't disobey Mikey's orders). So, instead of bullets, he uses his words.

“At least Izana cared about me.”

Is the last thing he hears before Kakucho slams the door. Sanzu laughs maniacally, throwing the first shit he can find to the place the other man was a few seconds a go. He's momentary satisfaction long forgotten, replaced only by hate (and pain, but one that he refuses to see).

The worst part is that in a sickening way, he trusts Kakucho. They don't lie to each other, that makes it so much worse, because both of them know that what the other said is true. He hates him, he hates him with every fiber of his body. He doesn't want this words to be true, he can't accept that. He needs to keep living in this denial, to pretend Mikey is fine (to pretend he doesn't keep mixing this Mikey with that in his nightmares, to pretend they don't look so alike).

It's been three days. Three whole days since Mikey's death was splattered on the news (no one seems to care about Takemichi's death, even with all that footage of how the hero tried to save the most dangerous man in Japan). Kakucho cares, but he knows damn well that he wouldn't be welcomed within the hero's friends, so he would have to say goodbye in his own way (again).

During this days, Kakucho learned some things, like the fact that apparently everyone had some kind of contingency plan in case this happened (no, for when this happened, all of them could see that Mikey was more on the edge every day). But nobody spoke to him about it, keeping him in the darkness, the only idiot that didn't prepare himself for the end. Well, not the only, he knows that, of course he knows that.

(Sanzu would have killed them in the blink of an eye. Anyone who dared to imply that Bonten needed to be prepared to function without a king.)

Kakucho understands the need for secrets, of course he does. The idea of Mikey falling would be considered treason a few days ago, it was taboo to think like that. At the same time, none of them wanted to acknowledge it, like saying it out loud would make it more real. He can't even be mad when the Haitanis (obviously) thought about him on their own schemes, making sure Kakucho was also safe. Or as safe as any of them could be now that Bonten was crumbleling.

It's been three days. Bonten is crumbleling. Mikey is dead. And Sanzu disappeared the same day. Everyone knows he's dead, but they don't say it. Not in front of Takeomi, who's still desperately looking, going out in the rain for hours. Trying to find something, some clue that leads him to his little brother. Clinging to the hope that he's still alive somewhere. That he's going to find him, high as fuck, but alive (Kakucho thinks being able to find Sanzu's body at all would already be a miracle).

Only Ran is able to convince Takeomi to rest a little bit, promising that he and Rindou will help with the search as long as the older man gets a few hours of sleep. Takeomi just nods, mumbling “Today is his birthday, Ran. Is his fucking birthday and he's out there alone.” while Ran drags him softly, a concerned look plastered in those violet eyes.

Kakucho hates it, hates having to see all this sorrow around him (again). He doesn't lament the loss of Mikey and Sanzu, he's incapable of doing it. Grief took his heart for hostage a long time ago, there is nothing more for him to mourn.

More than anything, Kakucho hates himself, because he's jealous of Sanzu. He knows he shouldn't, but he hates that the pinkette man was right about him. He envies Sanzu, who had the privilege of dying with Mikey, of dying with his king.

Kakucho hates the Mad Dog even more right now. But he's aware that once this hate fades away, he would feel empty again. So he clings onto this feeling, he needs this rage as a motor to keep moving.

It doesn't matter if this energy is fulled with rage, he needs it. He can't fail his friends, what's left of his family. Kakucho has to keep living even if he can't remember how being alive felt anymore. Even if he's more dead inside every day.

So, over and over... Kakucho would keep living.

The rain keeps pouring down without truce, Haruchiyo shrinks inside the leather jacket that was always too big for him. Now the only thing that makes him feel protected from that annoying rain (from the world). To be honest, he isn't completely aware how he managed to recover it from his penthouse, but it seemed important in that moment.

The jacket and the old picture that he's still clutching in his pocket, the only two things he cared enough to take. He doesn't even need to look at it to see the four happy smiles stained with watermelon juice. Two pink haired kids that could be confused by twins, one with a shy smile, the other with a cheerful one, happy to be included with his brother friends. Next, a fierce smile showing two small fangs, already a force of nature at his young age. In the middle, a blond kid with the most radiant smile Haruchiyo ever saw, capable of making everything shine just with his presence. Full of life, of dreams. Full of potential. Brighter than the sun, a true leader.

But that was a long time ago and, once again, Sanzu is the only one who remembers. The man staggering in the rain is now the only survivor from that photo. Only him, alone in this fuck up world where nothing and no one matters anymore. Not without Mikey. Even Bonten can burn from what he cares.

He keeps walking (it feels more like floating for him, floating in a cloud of pain and numbness at the same time). Until he finally reaches his destination, an abandoned bowling alley. Sanzu enters in some kind of trance, not sure if he's dissociating or too intoxicated. He doesn't care.

He sits down exactly in the same place his king sat down. How many days had passed since that moment? One? Two? Ages. It certainly feels like ages for him. Haruchiyo hugs himself, trying to make space for his legs inside the big comforting jacket. Completely curled up. And he cries, he cries like he hasn't allowed himself to do so in the last ten years.

He's starting to sober up, he can feel it. Because the flashbacks are coming back. Shinichiro jumping from that bridge. Mikey jumping from this exact building. Mikey falling from the stairs, that awful “clonk”. Mikey jumping again from this building.

Haruchiyo screams, holding his head with both hands, begging the images to stop, unable to continue reliving those memories. He needs everything to stop, to be quiet, his shattered mind can't take it anymore.

He takes out a small box from his pocket, looking at the content. Everything he needs is here, he knows how to do it, how to make sure he's not going to wake up from this trip. His stupid hands are shaking while he gets the syringe ready.

For some reason, he suddenly remembers Kakucho's words a few months ago. He hates it, he hates thinking in that fucker when he's about to die. But the other man was right, wasn't he? Mikey never cared about Sanzu, he spent years of his life trying to keep his king alive and it was all for nothing. Everything blew up in one night.

A manic laugh escapes between his whimpers. Of course is that, he's fucking jealous. Sanzu is fucking jealous because at least Kakucho got to held Izana's hand when he died, he got to comfort his king in his last moments. Sanzu didn't had that, Hanagaki was the one holding Mikey's hand. Always that cockroach, never him.

What did he expect anyway? Haruchiyo is just a failure. He never deserved to be the one making his king last moments less painful. Of course, he should had known. He failed everyone. He failed Shinichiro, unable to protect Mikey, to be the friend he promised he would be. He failed Mikey, watching him falling into the darkness, becoming the same empty shell he already saw in a past that never happened, and doing nothing about it.

Sanzu doesn't have anything left. He also killed his own chance of happiness a long time ago (he also failed his captain, didn't he?). The only thing left for him is to disappear, to follow his king. He's going with him, because he's being following Mikey for so long, that he doesn't see any other choice. He's going with him, because he doesn't deserve to keep living when he couldn't save Mikey.

But it's fine, the drug is already kicking in, his body feels more relaxed. Even his mind seems to be quiet, almost in peace. He looks at the old photo one last time, before drifting out of consciousness, looking for safety in the inner part of the leather, pretending it smells like cheesecake.

It's fine, because at the end of the day... Haruchiyo was just a failure.

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Hindsight - Haitani Ran x Reader Oneshot

Title: Hindsight Rating: Mature Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Haitani Ran x Undescribed!Female Reader (side of Takeomi x reader's sister) Warnings: Dark!Fic. Dubcon in terms of forced relationships. Obsession. Swearing. Mention of illegal activities and threats. Mention of proposals and pregnancy. Being used as collateral. Unbeta'd. Word count: ~2400 Summary: You were always going to end up here. She was never going to be allowed to leave and you were just lucky that he saw you as more than just collateral. Based on the prompt: "It doesn't matter what you think. You're mine. You always have been."

Notes: I wrote this all last night. Once I started, I couldn't stop. The idea of being used as collateral for someone else, especially to keep them in a relationship, has been in my mind for a while and I wanted to write a oneshot for Ran. So put them together and this is how it turned out. It's a bit sad when you actually think about it...so be warned.

Find a longer smut-filled rewrite here!

Heed the warnings!

You can’t help but wonder if your sister looks at the events that have led you both here and regrets it. After all, the only reason you ended up here was because of her. You were the good one. You were trying to do things right but it didn’t matter. She was your sister and no matter where she went, you ended up following. 

An arm lands on your shoulders, pulling you in against a chest. You feel his lips press against your hair. “Not hiding from me, are you?”

You force yourself to try to relax, even as you wrap your arms around your waist. You’re not used to the dress you’re wearing and despite the warmth of him, you’re still cold. “Just getting some air,” you finally say. 

“Come. Takeomi’s here.”

You look at him at that. With Takeomi came your sister. How long has it been since you’ve seen each other? She tried to escape the last time, tried to plan a distraction to get you far away from Bonten as possible. It didn’t work. You don’t know what happened except that her punishment was more severe than yours. The two of you had been barred from seeing each other for weeks. 

“See? I can be nice,” he says, turning you back and leading you into the building. 

“I know.” You say it because that’s what he wants to hear. 

The party is still going strong when you go inside. Thankfully it’s not one of the clubs he likes to drag you to. Instead, you’re playing arm candy as he charms some of the important people of Japan who are already neck-deep involved with Bonten. Most of them made that choice freely. It makes you a little sick if you think about it. Your gaze slides over the crowd until you see the one person you’re searching for. 

“Can I go see her?” you ask. 

He doesn’t say yes but he does wrap his arm around your waist and takes you toward them. When you get close, you can see her properly for the first time in months. She looks terrible but the only reason you can tell is because you know her so well. Her makeup is perfect and the dress fits her like a glove, but she’s a little thinner than she used to be and you can see how her eyes are less vibrant. Takeomi has an arm wrapped around her, his other hand holds a cigarette and drink. It looks casual and flirty but you know that it’s a chain. A sign of ownership as clear as the necklace you wear. 

Takeomi had fallen for your sister when you were young, promised that he’d take care of her, of both of you, and then never let her go. As much as she tried to keep you a secret, you found yourself dragged in front of the Executives to officially meet them. Your sister couldn’t meet your eyes that night and Ran hadn’t left you alone since. 

Your heart clenches at the way your sister looks to Takeomi for permission and you move forward before she can ask for permission. You couldn’t bear to hear it. Ran lets you out of his grasp and you hug her tightly. She clutches you back just as hard. 

“You okay?” you ask softly. 

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

You let go, stepping back into Ran’s embrace and leaning against him. A small price for the favour he’s granted you. He holds you as tightly as Takeomi holds her. 

“Didn’t think you were coming,” Ran says, smiling at Takeomi. “Didn’t you say these things weren’t your scene?”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line,” the other man answers. “Especially since your brother is otherwise…occupied.” He glances at you. “We have news for you too.”

“Me?” You blink and look between him and your sister. She straightens and smiles. It doesn’t look forced, reminding you of what she was like when they were first together. Before she found out how deeply involved he was. Before she was forced to introduce you to them all. 

Your sister reaches out and touches your hand. “Not here. We’ll plan something soon, okay? Get together just the…four of us. Then we can talk, okay?” 

“Okay,” you agree. There’s no new ring on her finger so it can’t be that. Besides, you’re the only one left in the family and Takeomi seems old-fashioned enough to ask for the family’s blessing before he proposes. You hope. Not that saying no would make any difference. 

“Come on, darling,” Ran says, pulling you away. “Let’s continue our rounds.” 

When you get home, you’re exhausted. Your heart aches. Mingling with people who praise Bonten, as if they don’t know half the shit these men have their hands in, wears you down. It’s partly why you hate going to them. The other half is having to play up being Ran’s loving partner. At least at home, you don’t have to pretend. 

You go through the motions, placing your heels in your shoe closet, removing your jewelry and attempting to undo the zipper on your dress before giving in and searching for him. Ran is in the bathroom, already running the bath and undressing himself. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and despite knowing why you’ve come to him, he waits until you ask. 

“Can you get my zipper? Please?” 

His reflection smirks before he moves behind you. You grab your hair, pulling it out of the way. His fingers brush along the collar before he holds one edge and slowly pulls down the zipper. Fingers trail softly along your spine before he leans down and kisses your neck. “You were so good tonight,” he murmurs. “So beautiful. You know how many of those men wanted to take you home? To fuck you?” 

“No,” you say softly. His words are nothing new. He loves being the center of attention and having other people’s jealousy just adds to it. That’s why he dresses you in the most fashionable clothes he can buy. He thinks you’re sexy and wants everyone else to see it too. 

“And only I get that honour.” He tilts your head back so he can kiss you. You lean into it, opening your mouth so he can deepen it like you know he wants. “Come on,” he says when he finally breaks it. “The water is just the way you like it.” 

He helps you out of your clothes and motions you to the bath. It’s hot, but just as hot as Ran can stand. It’s not enough to burn him out of your skin. You sink into it, closing your eyes as you lean back. You can hear the soft sounds of Ran undressing, his clothes hitting the floor before he picks them up and folds them. The two of you are the same in that way, taking care of the things you have because you know what it means to not have any of them. 

“You gonna give me some space?” he teases and you open your eyes, moving forward automatically. The water splashes as he moves in behind you. It takes some positioning before the two of you are comfortable, but the bathtub is large enough to fit both of you. He made sure of it once you told him how much you prefer them. 

Ran moves you to lean back against him. You’re warm and comfortable and tired. His fingers follow maps against your skin that only he knows. You close your eyes and try to relax, but your mind replays the image of your sister. 

He kisses your neck. “What are you thinking about?”

“My sister. Just wondering what they want to talk about.”

“Maybe they’ll get married.”

You try to look at him. “You think so?”

“That or he finally knocked her up.” 

You freeze. A child would be permanent. You know your sister. There’d be no leaving with that. Not that either of you were ever getting away from these men. They had a chokehold on both of you. 

“You like that idea?” He murmurs against your skin. “Want one of our own?” 

“I–” you swallow tightly. “I don’t know. I never thought of kids.” It’s a lie. You don’t want one. You don’t want his. “Have you?”

His hand moves to splay his fingers across your stomach. “You’d look fucking hot pregnant.” It’s not an answer. “But then, you’ve always looked hot.”

You lean back against him. “You think we’re going to be together forever?” you ask softly. 

“Yes,” he answers with complete self-assuredness. He stills though when you don’t answer. “What? You don’t agree?” There’s a tension in his tone that warns you. 

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” 

“It doesn’t matter what you think. You’re mine. You always have been.” The words come so easily, like he doesn’t condemn you every time he says it. 

“Always?” You can’t help but ask. You remember meeting the Executives and the way your sister whispered to you to stay quiet and not noticeable. She said to let her do the talking. She was going to introduce you and then you’d leave and she’d take you out to lunch in payment. 

You already knew Takeomi from her dating him. You liked him well enough, he occasionally took both of you out and made his own younger sister join so you’d have someone near your age to talk to when your sister brought you over. 

He introduced you to his coworkers. They weren’t that much older than you at the time, mid-twenties to your early twenties, but Ran flirted with you the moment your sister was distracted. You tried to keep your promise, to stay silent and uninteresting, but he flustered you and you both knew it. By the time you left, it was too late. Nothing your sister could do protected you from his interest. 

“I knew you before we met,” he says. “Takeomi was always happy to go home to his long-term girlfriend and one day, he showed us pictures of some outing he took you both on when you were younger. Before Bonten was a thing. You were so cute,” he reaches up and pinches your cheek, laughing when you swat him away. “When he said your sister was thinking of leaving him, adamant to keep you out of it, well…we were all interested. I just got there first.” 

You frown at that. It’s likely not the complete truth. He never tells you the complete truth, but there’s enough in it for you to decipher. Takeomi was the one who gave you up. Likely in an effort to control your sister, especially since she had admitted she was considering breaking things off. It was getting too dangerous. But once Ran had you in his sights, you got swept into their current and there was no escape for the two of you. There never would be. 

“Let’s wash up and get to bed. Unless there’s an emergency, I don’t have to go in tomorrow. You get me all to yourself,” he teases. 

“Just what I wanted.” If he hears the sarcasm in your voice, he ignores it. You reach for the soap and hand it back to him.

Despite all his flamboyance and desire for fame, the one thing you know you can appreciate about Ran is his desire to sleep. He keeps your bed as comfortable as possible, including the highest quality sheets he can find. It’s tempting to sink into it, but once you dry off, you sit on the edge of the bed and grab the lotion. Ran takes it from you and kneels. You watch as he rests one of your feet on his leg and lathers the cream on. He does it carefully, even though you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. He takes his time to make sure you're taken care of. It would be sweet if you had come into this relationship more naturally, if you didn’t know that there was always going to be the threat hanging above your head, waiting for the final wrong move you make. 

“Come on,” he says when he’s done. “Let’s get some sleep.” 

You’re not sure if it’s relief or regret that settles in your stomach. You expected his touch, wanted the escape of the pleasure he’d bring. He knew exactly how to make you crumble, how to make you beg for a release only he would provide. Ran liked to hold you on the brink until you swore that you were his, only his, and you’d never leave. You could forget everything when he touched you like that, especially the weight of the chain he held around your neck. It never seemed that bad when you were panting for breath, when you felt like he was breaking at your touch and the two of you were just lost in each other for that moment. 

You crawl in next to him and he pulls you into him, curling around you so that he can hold you. Ran inhales softly, murmuring how good you smell before he buries his face in your neck. He seems to fall asleep instantly but you know from previous experience that the moment you try to get out of bed, he’ll wake up. He always does. 

You can feel sleep pulling on you, dragging you down, but you still can’t help but think of your sister. How long will it be until you two can actually see each other again? Until you’re allowed to hang out the way you used to, without chaperones? If either of you had known this was your future, you know your sister would have never accepted that date with Takeomi just to keep you out of it. That was the problem when you got involved with gangs, after all. It was never just you. You get in deep enough and it takes everything you love with you. If only to hold it against you. 

It was a shame you couldn’t see the future then, that you couldn’t go back in time to warn yourself and your sister about the men in your lives. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. Every path she’d take would have ended up here and you were always going to follow. You were always going to be lost in their promises, in his touch, in the reminder that you’ve always been his whether or not you’ve known. 

You let yourself fall asleep in his arms, cradled between your regrets and the man who claims you.

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[y-umiko]

RED | RAN H.

Requested by🛍️ Anon — for the 2k event Prompt: "You didn't have to use her like that" Warning: Curses, mention of cheating, yandere tendency and blood a/n: sorry it took so long T-T and guys this turned to someeting dark idk what happened so read at your own risk.

If Ran didn't know any better, he'll say you look hot as you barge into the VIP room in the club, you were fuming but that sly smirk didn't leave his face. red did always look good on you.

"did you have to stop so low as to use my sister against me?" you growl towards him, a deep scowl on your face and Ran knew that look, you were beyond mad.

shooing the few others with him out of the room, he grabs his half-full glass on the table, swirling its red contents as he smirks at you, "effective, isn't it? you're here"

you scoff in disbelief, "My sister is crying her eyes out right now, was breaking my heart not enough for you?" you flung your arms in the air exasperated, remembering your sobbing sister as she tells you how Ran had cornered her and flirted with her, days after you two broke up.

in his defense, Ran knew you the best, he has seen every side of you, the good and the bad, and he knew the only way to get a reaction out of you or to get your attention again was to flirt with your sister, and probably make her cry. cruel but this is Ran we're talking about.

if ever, you should have known he'll result to an underhand tactic like this because while Ran knew you the best, you knew him better than anyone and you never think any different of him.

"you didn't have to user her like that!" you spat, eyes burning with anger at his audacity to take a sip from his glass before slamming it down on the table.

"I wouldn't, if you had just talked to me" he argued back, voice raising more than he liked it, as he pulls himself up from his seat as he walks towards you.

"talk to you?!" you asked exasperatedly, "after what you did? you really are something, I tried really hard but I can't see that you cheating, warranting me to talk to you"

"I told you, she just flung herself to me, she's a nobody" he defended as he stops a few inches away from you. bringing up his hand to cup your cheeks but you were quick to slap it away.

"fuck you, Ran!" you said with venom, "don't ever get near me, nor my sister, or anyone in my family again"

you warned as you turn around to walk away from him, for good, but Ran wouldn't be having any of it as he grab you so abruptly, and before you can curse at him again he slams his lips against yours.

his kiss was passionate and filled with everything he felt for you, heated and burning red. but as soon as his lips separated from yours a resounding slap echoed in the room. and as soon as Ran glances at your expression, his heart sinks.

tear-stricken face and lips trembling, his eyes soften ever so slightly. the gravity of the situation weighing on him, as he suddenly hated the idea of him being the very reason for your tears. if your crying and sobbing days ago as you curse at him for catching him with another woman didn't break his heart, the sight of you looking up at him with so much hatred and resentment right now does the damage.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, words spewing his mouth as his pride was quickly overcome with guilt, "If I have to kneel and beg for you not to leave me, I'll do it, if it meant you staying'"

you yanked your arms out of his hold, and Ran is not a fool to grab them again. he watch you furiously wipe the hot tears coming and he wanted nothing but to wipe them for you but he was busy staring intently at you for some kind of sign that you will take him back but your eyes were dull and lifeless as you calm down.

"Please don't show yourself in front of me again" you deadpan as you sniff and left, taking his heart and soul with you, what he did was a mistake, a mistake that cost him life without you, a mistake he did out of temptation for he was weak against it.

So when the temptation to see you covered in red in the form of your blood pooling under you came over him, he was weak to resist.

Red did always suit you better

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[airbendertendou]

OBSESSED! ♥︎ ran haitani

synopsis : ran is really just so obsessed with you. one day, you decide to call him out on it.

bonten!ran , stripper!reader , this is so short im sorry </3

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He was here again. Watching you closely, half-lidded eyes following every move you made. Letting out a sigh, the bartender looks from the man to you, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “You want me to call security?”

“It’s okay,” you shrug it off. A regular says their goodbyes as they leave and you wave, hand leaving your drink as you do. You glance to him — he’s still watching you, eyeing you over the rim of his own drink. “He hasn’t really done anything harmful.”

Your co-worker huffs, scrubbing at a stain on the bar with extra strength. “Staring is creepy, though.”

“Lots of creeps in here, then,” you grin her way. She nods in agreement, her laugh flowing up and surrounding the silence. Another dancer is called and you bite your lip — you’d have to go up after. “Actually, I have an idea.”

A familiar beat hits the walls of the club as you wait for the lights to hit you. Wearing your new set, you walk idly around the pole, letting the music control you. His gaze hits heavy as he focuses solely on you and the way you move. You roll your hips, mouthing along to the words as you look his way, making sure he knew this was for him.

All too soon, the song comes to an end as you pose. The bartender is cackling, clapping her hands as squeaks escape her mouth. “That was so good! He was so pink ; literally had to leave not even a second ago!”

You grin again, “serves him right.” Glancing at the clock, you hum and debate on if you want to go home or not. It’s late and the club has come to an idle, calm standstill. You doubt anyone else will be showing up. “I’ll be heading out soon. Get home safe.”

“You, too!”

An oversized hoodie is thrown over your lingerie set, sweatpants comfortable against your waist as you make your way outside. And there he is, leaning against your car as he smokes a cigarette. A pink flush is still lingering on his cheeks as he watches you once more, eyebrows raising at your new attire.

“[Name].” You walk to your car slowly, eyeing him almost apprehensively. He rolls his eyes, “you have to stop letting the other workers assume I’m some kind of creep.”

“Are you not?” You ask teasingly. Ran rolls his eyes, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. Giddily, you make your way into his open arms. “I mean, you’re here almost every night! Lurking… watching… just me, by the way. No other dancers.”

“Why would I look at anyone else?” Ran murmurs softly. He brings you closer, one hand settled on your hip as the left one cups your face lovingly. “You’re the prettiest one here. And, wearing my favorite color tonight?” He tsks lightly, nipping at your jawline, “lookin’ for trouble.”

You hum, arms slinging around his neck as you bring him closer. Kissing his ear, then his cheek, you smile boldly. “Might be. What’re you gonna do about it?”

Ran’s chuckle hits your neck as he bites again, leaving a trail of kisses as he raises up from his hunched over form. He plants another kiss on your forehead — then each eyelid — before meeting your gaze. “Anything you want me to.”

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[bimsha]

Series : 100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Inspired by: 100 ways to say I love you

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

I Was In The Neighborhood

Pairing: Rindo Haitani x Reader

Tags: lovers, rain, fluff, powercuts, thunder, falling in love all over again

Tw: cursing

Word count: 1.6k

Note: Guess who's back! My writing has gotten a little rusty. Idk if people are still into TR. Let's see I guess <3 I'd continue if people read these anymore or else I'd move onto something else probably.

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The howling wind slapped past the quiet streets of Shibuya. You looked out the windows, the gloom welcomed you save for the solitary street light flickering on and off, trying to survive through the tortuous summer storm. You sighed, pulling down the shades, closing off the desolate world outside. The weather reports had warned all the citizens in Shibuya to stay indoors and take cover. And you could see why, this storm was one of the worst ones you’ve seen in a while. 

The shades didn’t block the howling of the wind or the clutter of rain. You ignored it as you walked to your kitchenette to make a small dinner. The earlier you go to bed, the better it is. You were not sure how much sleep you could get tonight. But at least you can try to get some decent sleep. 

You searched aimlessly through your drawers, hoping to find some decent ingredients that wouldn’t give you diarrhoea. In the next moment, the dim-lit kitchen glowed with a strike of sudden light, a moment later, the sky growled, piercing the quiet night of Shibuya with its force. To add flavour to the surprise, next, the lights went out. 

You stood in the middle of your kitchen, one hand hovering over the air, the other still inside the pocket of your hoodie as you waited for the comforting light to flood back any moment. Realising your fruitless attempt, you crossed your living room, peeking through the blinds to see the sea of darkness outside. The whole street was wallowing in darkness save for the flashes of occasional light of lightning. 

You frowned, your eyes tracing the edges of your furniture, looking as if they would come alive at any moment.

Did I even have any candles? You thought, turning on the flashlight of your phone as you shuffled through your drawers only to discover an empty box of candles, only the scent of wax clinging to the cardboard. “Well, shit.”

You momentarily wandered heading straight to your bedroom but your stomach growled in protest, reminding you of your lunch which was a granola bar before you ran into your next class. You let your mind wander, trying to distract yourself from hunger. You had come to the decision that you would eat when the power came back. Till then, you could sit on your aged sofa and think. 

You didn’t get much time to stop by and think these days anyways. 

But a knock on the door drove you back to the situation. There was one thing more eerie than facing a storm alone in your apartment with a black out, it was facing a storm alone in your apartment with a black out and you hear a knock on your front door. 

That is how horror movies always start, doesn’t it?

You stayed glued to your sofa, straining to hear the knock again. Have you imagined it? You frowned when another knock followed and this time a voice called out. You could barely hear the words through the storm outside. But your heart picked up pace as you reached the baseball bat you kept in the coat cupboard. Inching towards the door, you strained to hear a sound when again a muffled voice said, “Y/n, it’s me, Rin.”

You blinked, oh shi-

You turned the lock and threw the door open to see a half-soaked Rindo standing on your doorstep. The storm was raging and flakes of water carried by the brutal wind attacked your face as you took his arm and dragged him inside. He was still looking at the baseball bat in your hand. “What are you doing with that?”

“I thought it was a thief! Gods’ sake Rin, you're not supposed to be here today.”

“You don’t like me being here?” He asked, smiling teasingly as he dropped the plastic bag he was carrying to the counter as he took off his coat.

“You told me you have a meeting today.”

He shrugged, “It got cancelled, and I was in the neighbourhood. So…” 

Despite the light banter, relief took over your heart. You were glad to see him, ecstatic even. You had never been a big fan of the darkness, and it didn’t seem as if the storm was going to let out anytime soon. “Do you have any candles Y/n?” He asked, walking to you, standing disoriented in the living room. 

“I don’t think I have.”

A sigh echoed from where he was standing. “Don’t give me the parental disappointment stare,” You chided, trying to manoeuvre your way to your sofa.

“You can’t even see me!”

“But I can feel you,” You said. The two of you were on the opposite side of the room, screaming over the sound of the rain. You listened intently to hear any footsteps when he shone the flashlight of his phone on your face. You hissed, averting your gaze. Rindo chuckled.

“There you are, I brought food. Let’s eat.”

You peered into the plastic bag he brought as you two sat around the small table in the living room. Rindo balanced his phone on one side of the table before taking out two steaming cooked noodles. You knew the label, it was from the shop down the road. “I thought I was going to starve tonight.”

Rindo raised his brow, “Well, you don’t even have candles here.”

“Stop with the candles.”

“I will speak about candles in our marriage itself.”

“Is that a proposal?” 

Rindo choked on his food and started coughing. You burst out laughing as you slid the water bottle across the table to him. After several gulps, he leaned back with a heavy sigh when thunder rumbled overhead. “Jesus christ,” Rindo muttered under his breath, picking up his chopsticks. 

You both ate in silence for a while, when a strike of lightning illuminated the living followed by thunder. You dropped your chopsticks, startled. “Son of a bitch-”

Rindo reached across the table, “Language, m’lady.” His fingers caressed your skin as you blinked out the panic. It was not that you’re scared of thunder, but sometimes the screams of heaven took you off guard. 

You laced your fingers against his, holding onto his hand tight as the assault of the sky continued. Rindo gave it a comforting squeeze. “You alright?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah. But I’d prefer if the light came back.” True to your words, the lights flickered on. You looked at Rindo with dramatic surprise on your face. 

“What sorcery is this?” Rindo chuckled. 

“I’ve always told you I’m an undercover witch trying to have revenge against all humanity,” You shrugged.

He rolled his eyes, standing as he picked up the two empty bowls, walking to the kitchen. You followed like a lost kitten not wanting to be far apart in case the lights flickered back out. He didn’t comment on this, instead welcomed the warmth as you wrapped your arms around his waist as he washed them. You listened to his breathing, the soft material of his sweater comforting against your skin. “I’ve missed you,” You murmured as Rindo wiped his hands on a clean towel. 

“I’ve missed you too. Sorry I’ve been a bit busy with work.”

“It’s alright,” You said when he turned leaning back against the counter, just looking at you. You remembered how when you first started dating people were sceptical how long it would go on. Rindo was not someone who liked to be committed, someone who would give up everything for a life of two. But surpassing all the expectations there they were, dating for two years, his hands on each of your cheeks, looking as if you’re the only girl left on this very earth. 

“Let’s go back. Movie while cuddling?” He suggested. You smiled nodding. 

“Sounds like a perfect night for me.”

He leaned over, and kissed your ear, whispering. “Of course it can be.”

You flushed, swatting at him as he jumped out of your way with a loud laugh. He walked towards the corridor. “I’m going to use the washroom. Stay there.”

You nodded, sitting on the cold kitchen counter when his cell phone rang out its familiar tune. You peered to see Ran’s number flashing on his lockscreen. You answered the phone with a chirpy hello. Ran and you had been partners in crime for these two years. It was a bonus of dating Rindo. 

“Hello, Y/n! Did Rin reach there safely? God knows what was going on in my mind when he just stood from the meeting and decided to drive all the way through.”

“What do you mean he drove all the way? Wasn’t he in the neighbourhood?”

Ran let out a confused sound. “Uh… no? Am I busting one of his lies?”

“Probably-”

“Shit.”

“Shit,” You agreed as Rann mustered a half-baked apology hanging up. 

“Who was that?” Rindo asked, walking into the kitchen. He had changed his sweater to one of the t-shirts he kept here for emergencies. 

You placed the phone on the counter and launched yourself at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gave him a teasing smile. “Seems as if you were not in the neighbourhood after all.”

A rare flush spread through his cheeks as he held onto you for balance. “Ran?”

“Uh huh.”

He averted his gaze, his fingers tightening around your waist. “I heard people were having a power cut here, so…” He trailed off. 

“I love you,” You said in return. He blinked in surprise when you caught his lips in a kiss. Both of you stumbled back against the wall as you two kissed, hands exploring each other. 

When you finally parted his cheeks were fully flushed, but a grin had taken over his face. “I guess we’ll have to skip the movie after all.”  

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[reiomi]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒︙𝖳𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖳𝖲

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋%𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌

𝐀/𝐍 — 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 5 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 </3

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↳ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 / 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 / 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

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Since we got the official coloring for bonten - especially the matching eye color of Sanzu & Takeomi - gave me instantly an idea~

🎴Brotherhood🎴

Tiny angsty-wholesome one shot

Characters are mainly Sanzu x Rindou

Mention of Takeomi & Ran

TW : drug$, violence

Words : 357

In the dimly lit bathroom of the Bonten headquarters, Sanzu’s reflection stared back at him through bloodshot eyes. The drugs coursing through his veins blurred the lines between reality and his haunting memories of Takeomi. Each twitch of his fingers echoed the unresolved rage he harbored deep within.

The mirror became a canvas for his frustration, a canvas that held the twisted image of his older brother. Sanzu’s fist collided with the glass, shards scattering like his fragmented thoughts. As the broken pieces fell to the cold tiles, so did the illusion of control that the drugs had falsely promised.

On the bathroom floor, amidst the wreckage of the mirror, Sanzu found himself drowning in a abyss of emotions. The weight of resentment pressed down on him, and the echoes of past grievances reverberated in the hollow space. The chaos in his mind mirrored the shattered reflection around him.

Just as despair threatened to consume him entirely, a distant sound broke through the haze—the sharp impact of a door being kicked in. Rindou, with his unyielding loyalty, stood in the doorway. His eyes, a stark contrast to Sanzu’s, wide awake, held concern for the pink haired.

Rindou stepped into the shattered scene. He didn’t judge; he understood. Always. Kneeling beside his boyfriend “Sanzu,” he whispered, concern etched across his face as he carefully approached the broken man.

Ran lingered in the doorway, a silent guardian offering support from a distance watching his younger brother beside Sanzu, his touch gentle yet firm. In the midst of the storm, Rindou became the anchor, a lifeline for the troubled Bonten number one executive.

As Sanzu’s walls crumbled, his pain spilled out in waves, a torrent of emotions that Rindou patiently weathered. In the background, Ran observed, a silent witness to the complexities of their intertwined lives. Together, they navigated the wreckage, trying to piece together a semblance of healing in the shattered fragments of that bathroom.

He began to pick up the broken fragments, piece by piece. In the silence that followed, Rindou’s presence spoke volumes—a silent promise, that no matter the darkness, even about the childhood that Sanzu never spoke of, not even with him, not even knowing that the eyes he so deeply loved are shared with the person the other so deeply hated, the brotherhood of Bonten though, would never crumble.

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