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seichira · 2 years

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door into your heart.

haitani ran has never had to fight for a girl’s attention. well, at least before you came along and changed the game. it is his first time trying to win someone’s heart, and he’s getting more desperate the longer you keep him on the ledge.

pairing : bonten!ran haitani x college!reader

content : mostly fluff, kinda angsty, swearing, mentions of violence, and basically ran just trying to get the girl.

ran thinks it’s absolutely insane that a girl has got him wrapped around her little fingers, and he knows it, he just willingly submits himself to it.

let’s start from where all the glitches in the universe as he calls them, started. meeting you.

you see, ran haitani is used to women throwing themselves at him. the man can get whatever and whoever he wants at a snap of a finger.

his childhood was rough and all he had was rindou—and he’s not a saint not to enjoy all of life’s perks now that he’s reached the top, isn’t he? admit it, he has been through enough shit to take it easy for once.

they started off ruling ropponggi, having a bunch of men do whatever they command. they lived off the glory of winning street fights and taking down gang leaders after gang leaders.

it was cool, alright. but looking back, that place seems to be just a playground compared to the chokehold they have on the entire country. japan is essentially theirs.

when a person is on top of the world, no words could possibly describe the feeling of being a king. ran haitani himself found himself at that position.

however, the thing about reaching the top is there is nowhere else to go. what follows after is boredom, ennui, and just… rotting away in the repetitiveness of the days. killing, manipulating, torturing, stealing.

he was getting sick of it.

at the height of his much-too-early midlife crisis that he believes came early because he is going to die earlier than everyone else, he flew back to tokyo in hopes that he can drown himself in alcohol at some bar that has no connections to bonten.

he hops out of his ferrari that he parked on the other side of the street adjacent to the local bar, and he is just about to cross it when he hears an exasperated grunt and a loud sound of metal nearby.

the first instinct was ignore it, but another grunt came and he finally snapped his head towards the direction of the disrupting noise in this peaceful part of town.

there, ran sees you struggling to pull the storefront rollup gate down. judging by the apron you seem to forget to remove, it is easy to deduce that you are a barista at the coffee shop you’re currently trying to close for the night.

being the brute that he is, ran keeps his distance from you and remains standing near his car, leisurely watching you struggle.

he chuckles to himself. that shit is cute, he thinks.

it is your first time having to work the closing shift and you had no idea how heavy these things were until you tried it. when all hope leaves you, you groan and sit on the pavement to wait for some energy to come back before trying again.

that is when ran haitani finally decides to spread out his imaginary angel wings and come to your rescue. he approaches you slowly and his footsteps make no sound at all, making you flinch in surprise when the gate suddenly closes and locks on where it is supposed to be.

you look up at the man who just saved you a ton of energy and time, and you stand up to face him. it takes you aback, though, with the way he towers over you. people can be this tall?

but if you were taken aback, the man in front of you is completely blown away. your hair is messy probably because you just finished a shift, you are wearing a simple polo shirt beneath your dirtied apron, paired with skinny jeans—and the man thinks, what a fucking beautiful woman.

this man has seen all kinds of women in the fanciest of outfits, and yet, here he is, totally mesmerized by an obviously exhausted girl trying to make money.

“phew. thank you! you totally rescued me because i was just about to run away and possibly get fired for leaving the coffee shop open overnight.”

he shrugs at your gratitude because he literally did nothing. the gate weighed like paper to him. not only is he not used to saying you’re welcome, he also does not really do much things to receive a thanks.

still, he says, “you’re welcome.”

“have a good night, mister!” you say to finally walk home since it’s a fifteen-minute walk from there.

you work two jobs to get yourself through university after deciding you won’t ever burden your parents anymore, so it is justified how you just want to lay down on your bed on a friday night.

ran finds it too much of a waste to let such a pretty girl go just like that, which is very uncharacteristic for him because he never does that when he knows there are others out there in his disposal.

but he can’t let you walk away.

“wait, miss.”

you turn back to look at him, “hm? yes?”

fuck, even her voice is cute.

“this… coffee shop. why’d you have to close it yourself? you don’t have security guards or something?”

you shake your head like it’s the most normal thing ever, “nope. the owner can’t afford something of that sort. the business is financially tight after the new coffee shop nearby opened.”

“which one?”

you state the name of the coffee shop that almost put you out of a job. thankfully, your boss liked your work ethics enough to keep you in their staff.

“thanks again, mister. i have to go home—”

ran scrambles his brain to find another excuse to keep you for longer. at this point, it is already unusual to him how you still haven’t asked his name. he cannot believe that he’s doing so much just to continue talking to you.

“you’re walking home?”

“yep! it’s good exercise, you know?” you giggle before pointing at the black ferrari just a few steps away. “i believe that’s yours?”

he nods. “looks sick, doesn’t it?”

“looks like someone’s got trust funds,” you joke. it earns a laugh from ran haitani, a man who hasn’t laughed in ages. holy shit, he utters in his head.

“not trust funds, honey. i don’t have a rich mommy and daddy. worked like hell to get that shit.”

your eyebrow raises, and you smile. “well, something must be very wrong with this life because i work like hell and i’m nowhere near affording that!”

it intrigues him, how you talk like you’ve got nothing on you but be lighthearted about it. when he had nothing, he was miserable. how could you smile like that? much more so, smile so beautifully?

“want me to drive you home? it’s dangerous in this part of town. don’t want you to go missin’ on me before you get to afford a ferrari.”

you are quick to turn him down with a flick of your hand, “oh, no thanks. i’m grateful for your help but who knows if you’re the dangerous part of town?”

he laughs again because you are absolutely right, but you have no idea that no harm will ever come close to you when you’re with him.

“you can call anyone and give them all my cards so they’ll know who took you home. safely.”

“i appreciate it, but really, it’s fine. there are some catcallers here and there but believe me, i can trashtalk them just as fine.”

his brows furrow at the thought. it makes him uncomfortable knowing you have to go through that, and you’re used to it.

“you sure?” he asks again but does not impose because he understands your doubts. it truly is hard to trust someone nowadays.

“i am.”

you walk home after waving goodbye to the tall, handsome, purple-haired man with a clean cut—ready to forget him.

with all the good intentions left in his heart, he waits a few seconds for you to be at a safe distance before he quietly follows you home. just to make sure you get there safely.

true enough, there are a few men loitering along the streets. when they call you names and shout lewd remarks, ran is just ready to intervene.

but you flip off the men and shout, “you filthy fucking pigs! this is why you lead such petty little lives without a wife to love you!”

once he sees you get inside the apartment complex, he shoves his hands in his pockets, approaches the men and gave them a few threats and injuries. afterwards, he walks back to his car.

you were right—this was good exercise.

ran abandons his earlier plans and heads home for the night. and if it isn’t clear, he thinks about you the entire drive home until his eyes drifts off to sleep.

that was how you met ran haitani.

the next events were just batshit crazy. the nearby coffee shop closed down and business was back as usual. your schedules were changed into something that will allow you to have some time to study and even rest. in the blink of an eye, as if something shifted, everything was suddenly convenient for you.

but behind the scenes is ran haitani.

alongside all of the crazy happenings in your life, ran haitani never leaves you alone. literally the next day after your first encounter, he shows up at the coffee shop you work at with an irritated look on his face.

“what’re you so grumpy for? where’s the smile you had on last night? didn’t expect to see you here, mister. would you like to order?”

“why did you arrive just now?” he looks at the nameplate you just clipped on your apron, and it wasn’t there last night. “y/n.”

“what do you mean?”

“been waiting for you here for two hours already, thought i’d come by and see if you were able to make it home alive last night.”

you stifled a laugh, “obviously, i did. and i only start here very late at night. it’s a part-time. i study in the good part of the day and i work a waitressing job at a pub, then this one.”

his eyes widen, and the one thing he immediately thinks of is how you do not have to do all that if he just gives you what he has. he has more than enough money to last lifetimes. giving you some wouldn’t hurt, right?

he is not even surprised when you turn that offer down. he’s disappointed, but he saw it coming.

after months of clinging to your side like a leech, the man is irrevocably in love with you. like down bad. like there-is-no-getting-out-of-this in love.

seriously, how could he not?

he sees you work so hard, so independently, and face so much shit the world throws at you and still have the will to be fucking smiling at him?

when he told you about his work, which took him about three months to finally confess to you, your answer was, “i stand corrected. that is good exercise.”

the man was BAFFLED. you accept it, just like that? no judgments? no shouting? no cursing? no condemning him for all of his sins?

you continued, “i know how hard this life is and i won’t blame people for doing what they have to do to survive. i’d rather not get involved with that, ran, so keep me away from it… but as for you, i don’t mind.”

you said all that but when he confessed his feelings for you the very first time, you turned him down. it was for a good reason—you had to graduate and earn a degree so you can finally have a good-paying job. being in a relationship with anyone is putting that at risk, and it was a risk you couldn’t take.

he understood.

the second time he confessed, after a year, he was at your new apartment that you purchased all on your own. it was small, but it was yours, so he loved it.

this time, he was sure that you loved him too. the problem is, you told him that you want him to court you first. until you give him your sweet yes, every interaction has to be friendly.

ran didn’t understand, but it was what you wanted, so he courted you in ways that he absolutely had no idea how, but had to try anyway.

“court me, and i’ll see if you deserve me.”

well, no shit. he has been courting you for a year now.

everything is slowly falling into place. your job is getting stable. your apartment is getting filled with more upgrades. you don’t have to live off cup noodles anymore (although ran made sure you lived well with all the help you accepted from him after he met you). the bills are paying themselves.

but you won’t give ran the time of day. you were such a tease. brushing your hands with his but never truly holding it. hugging his huge figure but never fully embracing him, except on your graduation when he was the only person who went to congratulate you. speaking with your lips close to his but never kissing him.

being with him but never telling him you love him.

but you are. you are in love with ran haitani. you are aware of the things he does for you, and they do not go unappreciated.

the flowers he casually gives you even without an occasion. visiting your place just to cook your meals when you are too lazy to feed yourself. taking care of you when you are sick and even when you aren’t. spending all his money on you albeit discreetly so you won’t scold him. quitting the vices you hated. being your personal driver. leaving important work behind when you need him.

basically being there.

being present.

being your person.

you finally decide that it is time to give in to what you want. to love him without inhibitions. life has been hard enough and it is about time to just… give in to all the things you were deprived of.

ran is an impatient man, and you think it should be humanity’s greatest feat that he was able to wait for you this long.

you know better than anyone that he can wait for as long as you need him to, but the wait ends now. you cannot wait anymore, and neither can he.

sitting inside the car, stopping at the basement parking, ran waits for you to step out first because you made it clear that while you two are just friends, he will never be allowed to open doors for you.

“ran?”

“yeah?”

you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean forward and kiss him on the lips. he freezes at first, and the thoughts wilding inside him screams, what the fuck?! is this really fucking happening?!

when he recovers just as you pull away, he pulls your nape and deepens the kiss. he pours out all the years he spent waiting to cross this line on this kiss.

and you return all of them.

he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, “what’s the meaning of this? are you… what is… is this what i think this is, baby?”

you nod with tears on your eyes.

“you can open my door for me.”

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zeltqz · 1 year

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RIDE ME .ᐟ ft koko, ran, hanma, rindou, sanzu —picture whoever u want 🙈

“Hm?”

He’s vaguely distracted by the wet patch on your panties the longer he plays with your clit, trailing his eyes up to your stomach.

“What would you think of gettin’ a tattoo of my name, right there ?”

He points to the right of your belly button, just touching above your pelvis.

“I—uh, a tattoo? With your name?”

“Yeah.” He bends down to kiss that spot, your muscles contract as shivers race through your body. “Jus’ my name. How’s that sound, huh?”

“Sounds—” Your head throws itself back when his other hand slips through your panties, spreading two fingers through your folds to gather your slick.

“Damn, this wet already? Didn’t even do anything yet.” He laughs against your stomach, sucking some skin into his mouth before letting go.

You shiver when his fingers skim at your pussy, spreading your folds with two fingers. “uh…I—”

“Yeah? You what?”

Your sentence catches in your throat when his lips kiss down from your stomach to your pussy, tongue tickling along your slit.

“Always tastes so good .”

His voice is nothing but sinful, carnal desire rolling deep within the depths of your belly when his lips seal your clit, sucking it hollowly into his mouth.

You squeal his name, shooting up from the couch to grip onto his hair, on the verge of ripping his hair from the roots.

His fingers circle the edge of your hole, giving your clit a break as his tongue begins lapping at the wetness from your cunt, spreading it along your thighs, kissing and biting the flesh whilst thrusting a finger inside you.

“Nuh-uh, open your legs for me, don’t hide—” You obey his words, desperately trying to keep your legs open as a second finger slips inside you.

Your heart stutters five times in your chest, unceremoniously dragging his hair towards you, pulling him forward as the overwhelming heat coils between your legs.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck yes! There—jus—just like that—”

You’re close to drawing blood with how hard you’re digging your teeth into your lips.

As if to add fuel to the fire, as his fingers scour your insides, desperately pushing you over the edge, he’s one handedly tugging your shirt up, beckoning you to hold it up with both hands, taking a nipple into his mouth, pulling a reedy sob from your swollen lips when his tongue flicks at it.

“ Fuck me—” You noisily cry out when he seals his mouth around your nipple, when his fingers do a wicked curl upwards, pressing into a spot that has you seeing stars and spitting profanities.

“You want my cock, huh?”

He laughs when you nod rapidly, pressing one last kiss to your nipple before he’s pulling his fingers out in favour of tugging his cock free from his pants, fisting at it, squeezing precum from the tip.

You never fail to hide your reactions everytime you see his dick; it having scared you the first time he’d fucked you with it. It’s so pretty, and your mouth salvates at the thought of having it deep in your throat, choking around it as he fucks your face.

“Wanna ride me? Feelin’ kinda lazy today.” He drawls, slow and lazy, lounging against the couch without waiting for your answer.

It’s so amusing the way you scramble upwards, moving to straddle him, hands wrapping over his and jerk him off slowly.

He groans at the feeling, head thrown back and you can’t resist , taking that opportunity to suck at the base of his neck, sliding your tongue along the smooth surface all the way up to his ear.

“Do you have a condom?” You mutter against the curve of his earlobe, biting down softly enough to pull a chuckle from his lips.

“Nah. I can pull out though.”

“You sure?” You’re leaning back regardless, adjusting his cock against your cunt, positioning the head at your entrance, then sink down slowly. “Oh—”

His hands fly to your hips, steadying you there before you go crazy on his dick. The tight grip of his hands never fails to make you whimper, giving you that motivation to sink lower to just feel his fingers dig into your skin more.

“ Shit .” He moans when your walls clamp down on him, dragging you up by the grip on your hips, then slamming you back down.

Your eyes snap shut at the fast-paced back and forth pace he’s set, bouncing you easily on his cock. The couch protests beneath you both, scraping against the wooden floors each time your hips slam down against his.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles against the curve of your face, one big hand sliding from your hips to your ass, kneading and squeezing it between his fingers as you squeal into his ear.

“I—I’m gonna—” You pant shakily, one hand grabbing onto the back of the couch for support, the other wrapping around his neck.

“Cum? You gonna cum for me, right?” He grunts out, sucking at your bottom lip as his thrusts hit even deeper , impossibly deeper, and you’re left writhing above him, skin heating briskly as you chase your climax.

“C’mon—you want it, don’t you?” he goads against your lips, tenderly licking at your bottom lip long enough before you release your firm grip on the couch, cupping his face and kissing him raggedly, sliding your tongue in to plunder his mouth, fucking the vessel sensually.

You cry out when he spanks you again, dragging you forwards and backwards on his cock, stimulating your cunt from every angle.

“I’m cumming —!” Your vision fades as you dig your face into his shoulder, hips jerking as you come undone on his cock, tears flowing down your face as he gives you one last final thrust before lifting you up, cumming on your lower back.

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pumpkinglooms · 4 months

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Draken x Reader

(Small fluff Draken draft I never posted)

When this boys in love, He’s in LOVEE.

Draken loves you so much.

He can’t believe that you chose him over everybody else.

He feels so special in the way you hold his hand and kiss his cheek in public having to stand on your tippy toes cause you’re just that much shorter than him.

He loves the way that you tease him for liking white chocolate while also liking the chocolate that he likes.

He loves that he can brag about you to the rest of Toman, knowing that they can’t have anything that comes close to you. He’s just that damn petty.

He’ll never admit it out loud, but he loves you to bits. Want to give you the world and more.

I mean the man literally adores you he wants to see you smile and overjoyed at any given chance.

You want something he’s got it. You want a shirt? Not a problem, No questions asked. he loves you that much he wants to spoil you to bits.

A/N: Short draken ramble since I have not not been posting like whatsoever..whoops!

#draken #draken x reader #tokyo revengers fics #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fluff

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blueparadis · 2 years

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▏behind my eyes ▏k.hajime ▏

CWs - afab-reader, fluff, explicit sexual content, mention of alcohol, BDSM themes (blindfold & hand-knot), pleasure dom Kokonoi, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, power play, sub-reader, sensational play, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cockwarming, manhandle, body worship, aftercare;

precis— Husband! Hajime never forgets to take care of his beautiful wife. wc ~ 1.4k

NOTES — This is a part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. tagging @lalunanymph since she was the first I talked about this. I've completed this months ago, finally I can post it. <33

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“Before we begin, I want you to breathe with me. match my inhale...and exhale... and chin up baby! that’s it. just relax.” Kokonoi’s husky voice alone adored your skin with goosebumps. He placed a kiss on your forehead lightly almost making you think he would go for your lips now but you could only hear the clanking sound of the glass; probably he's gonna pour himself a drink while he watched you adjust yourself on his lap.

You reach for his palms yet hesitate but he strokes his fingers against your calloused ones making you immediately take his palms so as to graze them against your burning cheeks. And as you do you hear a familiar smirk, making you nervous. He rubs your lips rashly almost making you suck in a strong yet short breath. “Bea-utiful..”, he whispers depriving you of his gentle maddening touch.

He has you seated on his lap, your hands behind your back while your eyes are covered with a blindfold. He might have come home late from work but that doesn't mean he's gonna ignore his beautiful wife; after all, he has been thinking of you, playing with you, ravishing your soul after the very first night of your marriage. The first time when he laid eyes on you he thought you were gonna consume his very being. It threatened his existence and so he wanted to make you only his.

Kokonoi grazes his fingers over your neck dancing up to your cheeks and then lips. Your chest heaved, as your ears catch him loosening his tie with a swish. He curls his arm around your waist to tie your hands at the back and as he does, kokonoi places a soft dry suck over your collar bones with his wet lips, you could smell the exquisite champagne on him. You immediately throw your head backward under reflex as an invitation down to your chest, moaning but he retreats asking, “Is it tight? too tight, huh?”, You lick your lips and nod in response. “Great!”, he adds.

“You’re getting restless!”, he whispers as he starts to unbutton your shirt. You couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. He is careful not to let his fingers touch your skin but only grazes against your warmth when he unfurls the button, one by one. He is testing your patience; your toes curl slightly as his cold fingertips nudge your fleshy mounds. As your shirt comes all undone, he unclips the hook of your bra slowly exclaiming, “You’ve no idea how beautiful your body is!” with a smirk. The bra is now tucked down along your boobline while your lacy panties are still on. He likes this half-clad view of your body.

“We're not getting rid of those stockings— it's hot; adds to the mood ”, he adds. A gush of warmth smothered all over your face as his words echoed in your ears. He takes his middle finger out and starts to rub your feminity over the cloth. Your breath hitches as you bow down your head but he grabs your face, very gently. You make it so hard for him to be angry, to be disappointed. He had you tied like that for a reason to feast his eyes on you while he would touch every inch of your body. He exhales, “Hold still babe!” and as you do he kisses your lips while his finger still rubs your clothed feminity.

How badly you want to touch him, his luscious skin. How badly your eyes ache to meet his almond stares yet all you were ravaged is the skim of his soft skin against yours. He hums as he sucks your lower lip while his calloused fingers neatly tuck your lacy panty aside. You break the kiss as he touches your bud, gasping out a hard moan.

“Haji... touch me ... properly... please touch me properly”, you huff nearly at the fall of each word. As your breathing relaxes he palms your face lips kissing yours and a little champagne spills through your lips. He leans back abruptly as your breath hitches, you cough a bit but Kokonoi simply rubs your back. Your grin reverberates into his ear as you place your head on his caving shoulders. He snorts a smile too. It’s his first time to have you like this, so a little uneasiness will make him go wild.

Now that he seems relaxed and exposed, you suck on to his pulse point followed by a bite rough enough to leave a mark. You pull away glowing in your mini victory while he unfurls the laces of your panty, he prefers lacey over elastic ones because not only are they easier to play with but they also don’t leave marks. “So pretty”, he coos taking off your underwear. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs that tickle your whole body. Slowly, he pushes his finger inside your folds while his arm wraps around your waist, supporting your back to hold you in position.

Your arms have already started to ache being tied at the valley of your waist like that but it doesn't get in your senses much, as he slips another finger into your hole. “Ha-ji”, you breathe out to which he hums, “mmhmm?”

He starts to thrust his fingers making you arch. “It hurts it hurts it hurts”, you mumble every time he slows the pace only to rub faster than before. “No it doesn't baby, you're gonna cum soon”, he smirks kissing your sweaty neck.

Your brain is all so mushy that you don't pay heed to his words you just wanted some kind of release. Kokonoi takes your hard nipples in his mouth sucking followed by twirling his tongue around your nipple. You moan so loudly unable to withstand the high and he abruptly pulls out his fingers. You throw yourself over his body as you feel your pulsating feminity clenching in the air, trying to ease its aching nerves. Your boobs grazing his soft cotton shirt. Your heartbeat is racing while he is still calm, and serene. His cock, all swollen and hard-pressed against your lower belly makes you shudder.

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks slowly making their way to your waist. He unties the knot on your wrists and rests them on his shoulders. He rubs your arms asking, “Does it hurt?”, You lick your lips saying no so he scoops you up adjusting you a little. He guides you on his growing aroused cock; his breaths becoming irregular as he finally gets all of it inside you.

Being your hand free yet your eyes still blindfolded you palm his face rubbing your cheeks against his. Curling your hands around his nape you slowly start to glide over his cock. He removes your blindfold and you blink your eyes for a while sinking in his embrace. His unbuttoned white shirt makes him so beautiful. His body scent rusts your senses as you feel his racing pulse at the bridge of your nose.

He sits upright so that your hands hook under his arms as he starts to make you bounce on his cock up and down. Kokonoi’s cock twitches inside you as he feels your gummy walls clench around his member. “Oh Fuck,” he huffs heavily making you thrust harder and faster. He has been watching you, wanting to be inside you so it doesn't take him much to cum. Wet, squelching sounds blended with muffled moans filled the room.

His grip grows stronger as he quickens the pace making you moan achingly. “Ohh mmghh”, you throw back your head as he coats your walls with his seed. You try to pull away but he firmly grabs you in his embrace.

You look at him and he immediately dashes his lips on you placing you underneath him on the bed so skillfully that he doesn't pull out. Smirk laced on his lips watching your glowing face with a surprised gaze. He rolls over laying beside you.

“Hey,” you coo balancing yourself on your arm to hover over his frame. He raises an eyebrow at you to which you shyly say, “Why...why don't we take bath together?” He flips you over his bed exclaiming, “Nooo! Let's just stay a little longer”, in a whining tone. And, in the end, he couldn’t hold himself back. He wanted to go easy on you but having a bath together and not fucking you is totally out of question.

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goteique · 1 year

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TOKYO REVENGERS

→ [ HEADCANONS ]

→ [ ONESHOTS, DRABBLES, FICS ]

SANO SHINICHIRO — cause i want you to like me

CHIFUYU MATSUNO — grayscale life | we're cooler than that |

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA — grayscale life | why do we lie to each other | his halo |

BAJI KEISUKE — my feral princess |

MITSUYA TAKASHI — settle down with me | home sickness | rock n' roll |

KEN RYUGUJI — settle down with me | happier than ever

RAN HAITANI — lavender gaze | i was 19 in a white dress | home sickness |

RINDOU HAITANI — vulnerable vows |

SANZU HARUCHIYO — a little death | taking care of your beloved | the girl in red | unexpected meet

KAKUCHO HITTO — rose bath. | 3:01

TAKEOMI AKASHI — city in rain | lucky encounter | dilf!takeomi

HANMA SHUJI — that's so peachy | wild games | mind games | adore you |

NAOTO TACHIBANA — cresent impulse |

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI — city in rain |

SHION MADARAME — be my harley quinn

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Better Than A Poker Game || Draken x reader

A/n : Inspired by the 10th ep of Tokyo Revengers season 2 ( link to Anime sama )

Warnings : fluff, massage, established relationship, Draken being clumsy with relationship, mention of brothel ( I mean he's living there )

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Words count : 2421

Today was a special day, you thought as you walked cheerfully toward the Kabukichō district, one of Tokyo's entertainment districts. Your boyfriend, Draken, had told you the day before on the phone that he would have some free time this afternoon to get some fresh air and that he would pick you up. In his constipated sentimental language ( affectionate ) that means that he wanted to go on a date with you to spend some time together.

And since it was a special day, you put on a nice outfit and your Tokyo Manjikait jacket and headed to the florist first, just to give him a little gift to mark the occasion. You then walked with a pep in your step on your way to the brothel where you knew Draken lived.

You weren't stupid you knew exactly what kind of place you were going to. But frankly you didn't care, you were used to gangs and the things that could happen there ( even if his place of residence had nothing to do with gangs ).

The only reason you knew where you were going was because you were thinking ahead. Indeed, the only time you came to his house, Draken made sure that it was a day off for the girls. So that there would be no customers and you would not see anything suspicious.

It's true that the neighborhood on weekdays was nothing like the day you came, it was so much more lively than the last time and there were so many people. Draken would never have thought that you could find exactly where he lived in this maze, let alone come alone to look for him.

So you took a breath before entering one of the large buildings in the neighborhood, the one you knew was your boyfriend's home. You went to the counter under the eyes of the customers and some of the girls. Once in front of the receptionist you explained to him that you were Draken's girlfriend. He smirked and didn't even let you finish your sentence, "He's out running some errands and should be back soon. Why don't you wait for him over here and I'll let him know you're here as soon as he gets back"

He signaled to one of the girls who accompanied you to what looked like a waiting room. Luckily, it was empty, so you wouldn't have to deal with any of the potential customers.

And as you were about to sit down on one of the chairs, you saw a girl in a nightdress come out of a room and look at you with round eyes. Clearly she was expecting a new customer. You saw her smile before she turned around and said to what you thought was her colleagues "Hey girls, it's over, there are no more customers" Then she resumed "There is this girl sitting there though"

A blonde and an equally scantily clad redhead joined the brunette who was watching you from the doorway. You rubbed awkwardly the back of your neck "I'm not a customer" you said holding the bouquet of flowers you still had in your hands a little tighter "I'm waiting for Draken I'm his girlfr-"

The redhead cut you off with a little cry of excitement "Hiiiii he brought us a girl" "Finally he found someone who will be able to stand his ass" the blonde blew her breath while stretching.

The brunette looked at you "Hey you want to play poker to pass the time ? I'm sure he'll be here soon"

"Yeah sure why not" you said getting up and following them into one of the rooms. You sat down on the floor and the brunette dealt the cards from the deck. The game was over faster than you thought because you had actually drawn several of the most important cards to win the game. The girls were surprised and decided to nickname you "Joker" because of the huge amount of luck you had on this game.

The game went well because you were able to talk to the girls and they liked you a lot, you seemed to be thoughtful and intelligent and you didn't judge them and you were generally a breath of fresh air.

"You know," the redhead began, "Ken and us used to play poker a lot when he was a kid. If he won, he got 1000 yen, so he could have some pocket money" you smiled at the memory of her, it's admirable of them knowing that it's a hard earned money ( pun intended ).

The redhead cut you off with a little cry of excitement "Hiiiii he brought us a girl" "Finally he found someone who will be able to stand his ass" the blonde blew her breath while stretching.

The brunette looked at you "Hey you want to play poker to pass the time ? I'm sure he'll be here soon"

"On the other hand" continued the blonde "If he lost it was he had to give us a full hour massage" "Oh yes Ken's massages are great" said the redhead.

"And then he relieves our tired bodies" added the blonde.

"This job is much harder than we think" said the brunette.

You smile as you listen to their little story. It was endearing to see that he could behave like a brother and that it was thoughtful of him. But you couldn't help but feel a little jealousy, deep inside. Not a bad jealousy, but more like a lack.

It had been almost 7 months since you were together and Draken being true to himself, he was always a little distant with you. And sometimes it was hard and even though you knew you meant something to him, it was hard some days. You could literally count the number of times he kissed you on the hands, which made you long for his affection

The redhead chuckled and snapped you out of your trance "He said it was hell when he lost a lot because he ended up not feeling his hands because of the pain" you all burst out laughing.

But it was short lived when the door swung open and a half pissed of half distressed Draken entered the room. All heads turned to him and the girls started talking to him but he cut them off by turning his head to you "What are you doing here ?

"Hey Draken I brought you some flowers-" "That doesn't answer my question" he said firmly.

"Oh relax Ken she was just waiting for you here and we offered her to play cards with us" the blonde tried save you.

"Besides you want to play with us-" "This is not the time" he cut the brunette.

"You know that Joker here has just won, so you'll have to honor him with one of your mass-" 'No !" this time it was the redhead he had just cut.

"Aw come on-"

"You're no fun Ken-"

"Don't worry" you cut the redhead and the brunette as you stood up with a hint of disgust in your heart, Draken's eyes were still on you and he held the door open for you to leave the room "Anyway it was fun thanks girls" "The pleasure was all mine Joker" they waved and with that you left the room once and for all, Draken hot on your heels.

He watched you walk from the front, the book of flowers still in your hand. He breathed a soft sigh of relief, he was glad that nothing had happened to you on your way here. But as you approached the exit of the brothel you suddenly turned to him, making him almost stumble on you "What's that ?"

"Well, I have to put the flowers in your room, of course" you said, waving the bouquet of purple flowers you had in your hand, a hint of sadness in your voice "Oh yes... if you want" he said rubbing the back of his neck.

You made your way to his room, this time he was leading the way. As you entered his room you noticed that he didn't have a vase, so you put them on the table hoping that they would last long enough to wilt by the time you went outside and bought a vase.

Little did you know that Draken had his full attention on you. You looked really sad compared to usual. Could it be because of him ? After all he didn't do anything but refuse you a massage- okay it was him. He sighed and came to stand in front of you before looking down at you.

"Go lie down on the bed" "Huh ?" you looked at him with round eyes "Ah no- I didn't mean it like that" he said waving his hands in front of him in an unfamiliar way, it's true that what he had just said sounded almost like an order.

"I heard you won against those dumbasses so-" you cut him off with a soft but slightly annoyed voice "Don't worry about it plus we had to go out then-"

"Come on Y/n what will the guys think of me when they find out I didn't keep the pledge huh ?"

"Don't worry no one will know anything about this"

"What a drag... come on I know you want it" he said putting his hand on your shoulder. You looked at him one last time before sighing, you really wanted one of his massages "Fine" you said while rolling your eyes but he knew better than to mention- "Wait until I start before you roll your eye

s like that" no nothing he did.

You blushed as you walked over to his bed, where you put down the jacket you had just taken off, then took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra before lying on your stomach on the comforter that covered your boyfriend's bed.

He needed all the self-control in the world not to blush more than he already was. You heard him leave the room for a brief moment before returning. He gulped before coming to sit next to you on his bed, after having detached his gaze from your ass which was in display before his eyes.

He rubbed his hands together to warm them up and he cleared his throat "Can I take this off ?" he said as he ran his fingers over the clasp of your bra "Oh yes do as you want"

He unclasped it - with a little difficulty - and then he ran his hands over your back - at first as if he couldn't wait to touch your skin. You sighed with contentment, his hands although rough had a soothing side as it passed over the skin of your back. And he wasn't to be pitied either, your skin was so soft that he wondered if he would ever be able to stop the massage. But he had to if he wanted to take the next step.

So he took his hands away and you heard him open a tube of cream before, you guessed, applying it to his hands. He rubbed his hands together once more so that his hands would not be too cold when they came in contact with your back.

When his hands rested on your back, a great relief filled you. The cream made his hands much softer and then they are so big and reach all the right places. He starts by spreading the cream all over before starting on your shoulders and then your shoulder blades, putting enough pressure to relax your tense muscles. Then he moves down to your pelvis applying the same pressure. You felt a soft heat comparable to the one which enveloped you before falling asleep envelop you little by little.

Draken continues his movements without slackening during almost one hour as the girls had said. And as predicted after an hour and a bit, after stroking your back with his hands one last time "I'm done" but you didn't react "I said I'm done... Y/n ?"

His eyebrows furrowed before he stood up and tilted his head to the side to meet your eyes. He was very surprised when he saw your closed eyes and heard your soft snores. He smiled widely and affectionately as he observed the calmness with which you were sleeping there peacefully on his bed - and topless. Oh gosh his face felt so hot, he was blushing again.

He went to wash his hands and looked at the time "Well" he thought "This brat wasn't entirely wrong to come here after all"

He came and sat down next to you again, closing your bra and covering you with a plaid. Before making up his mind his mind and lying next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest. Sure, you didn't go out today, but still, weren't you better off here, warm and relaxed ? One thing is for sure, poker games are clearly going to be a thing between you from now.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🛵👀 Again my requests are open 🍞🧈

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highpri3stess · 2 years

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Help, the Mikey smut oneshot I was writing has become a full on fic with chapters and three endings

#i hate when this happens #tokyo revengers fics #tokyo revengers fanfiction

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roastedtoffu · 2 years

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✨ My writings ✨

Hi! I am margs, I love to write and these are my humble attempts at it :) hope you like them!

Thank you for reading 🖤

Kakuiza: Before the snow starts to fall, there is fire

Bajifuyu: What went overboard

Mitsuran: This is devotion

Kakuiza: In a sunny day

Kakuiza: When he is truly sorry

Kokonui: When the tide rises

#tokyo revengers fics #tokyo revengers #kakucho x izana #bajifuyu #mitsuran #koko x inupi #kokonui #izana kurokawa #tr kakucho #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #mitsuya takashi #ranmitsu

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chochuuya · 6 months

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soft & random headcanons with tr boys!

characters included: mikey, mitsuya, draken, kazutora, baji, takemichi, chifuyu, smiley, angry, hakkai, inui, kokonoi, rindou, ran, izana, hanma and kakucho.

⤹ mikey would subconsciously tuck your hair behind your ear when it gets out of place, while you were talking. then he'll tilt his head in confusion when you blushed and stumble on your words.

⤹ mitsuya is good with make up. i'm convinced that anyone who is good with arts/crafts are automatically pros in doing make up.

⤹ draken understands personal space, but he would always make sure you're alright by sending texts or food.

⤹ kazutora definitely cried when he heard laufey's song falling behind for the first time. (i did too)

⤹ baji is the type of person that would cover the sharp edge of a table when you crouch down to take something on the floor.

⤹ takemichi would run to a photo booth whenever he sees one, while holding your hand with his smile a mile wide.

⤹ chifuyu is a taekwondo kid and he is good with subway surfers. (i fell even more when he kicked down those tenjiku boys)

⤹ smiley would say "my brother was right about you", whenever you mess up but he won't say what exactly.

⤹ angry is a good cook and smiley would always be the food taster. he also seems like the person to make sure you never eat alone.

⤹ hakkai is a pretty boy so, he would totally have those dyed buzz cut designs and pull off every look. i also think he is a trinket person who collects cute stuff, especially keychains.

⤹ inui would hold your pinky or play with your hand mindlessly while you were talking about your day.

⤹ kokonoi knows a lot about everything and he is creative with the gifts he give you. it's been known that his love language is giving gifts anyway.

⤹ rindou is smart and he would even offer to stay up late to help you with your homework.. not forgetting to nag you a little.

⤹ ran knows how to do pottery and has a famous public spotify playlist. i feel like he would show off his skills on tiktok and would blow up overnight because 1) he is hot and 2) a hot guy doing pottery.

⤹ izana is bold and for some reason, i think he hates slow walkers. he would either nudge someone's shoulder while walking past them or simply sighed in annoyance. or both.

⤹ hanma is a fashion boy and he will change his style a lot. he is also funny without even trying and loves taking ootd pics.

⤹ kakucho is a great listener and he gives the best advice, but won't hesitate to call you out if he thinks you know better. he's a real one.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

i challenged myself to type more 🥸 i hope you like this one~ all notes; reblogs, likes and comments are vv much appreciated! ( 〃▽〃)

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prncessrindou · 2 months

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SWV, ran haitani x fem!reader // fic series

I LOVE IT RAINING ON ME

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU’RE TOUCHING ON ME

IT’S LIKE WATER . . . OH NO, DON’T DROWN

♱ SYNOPSIS . . your innocence is what drives him to you and he is determined to make you his, but are you willing to sacrifice your morals for one of Japan’s most dangerous executive?

♱ CONTENT WARNING . . bonten timeline, female reader, virgin!reader, age gap ( reader is in their 20s and ran is in his early 30s ) criminal/gang activity, nsfw/smut ( lots of it ), drug use, violence, jealousy, sexual harassment, guns, alcohol usage, car sex, oral ( f & m rec ), pet names and etc.

♱ INSPIRATION . . summer walker ft. no1 noah

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

MORE TBA . . .

comment if you’d like to be tagged in this!!!

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seichira · 1 year

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the missiles we fire.

wherein ran haitani knows he has to let you go but he just can’t. he is aware that you’re hurting because of him but he chooses to string you along—until you finally decide that enough is enough.

pairing : bonten!ran x reader

content : fwb to lovers. angst to comfort. sfw but has allusions to sleeping together. reader with she/her pronouns. ran is a good brother. groveling. inspired by renegade by taylor swift!

he has never felt this way before.

no one has ever made him want to fix himself up. there is no other person who has made him wish that he had a better past so he can be a better person in the present.

ran haitani has never considered the thought of compromising and adjusting himself for one person until he met you—the bane of his damn existence.

not a single soul in his pathetic, dull world could make him feel the way you do. that is exactly why he is guarding his heart more than he ever has, because he smells the danger that comes with you, the danger of falling in love and getting hurt beyond repair.

he met you a year ago and you have been by his side since then, but he has not given you his heart. you sleep beside him on most nights when he needs you, but he keeps you on arms length when it comes to affection.

you hold his hand when it shakes with his anxiety but he refuses to grip you just as hard. you kiss his jaw when it tenses with his annoyance but you don’t miss the way he pulls away whenever you do so.

your bodies are intimate with each other most nights but while your heart is all laid out for him to take, his is the opposite. his heart is guarded by a strong wall that he never lets down. a wall you can’t seem to get past.

but lately, he can feel the guards on his heart wavering. and lately, he doesn’t want to see you because ran knows he is close to breaking down everything to let you in.

the past months, he has been wanting to whisper the three words to you when he is in your bed. he finds himself wanting to hold your hand when you walk side by side. he catches himself craving your warmth when the nights are cold. he wants to hold your hand as tight as you hold his. he longs to kiss you back when you kiss his demons away.

suddenly, he wants you.

he can’t have that. his irrational fear of losing rindou someday is already too much to bear. he can’t afford to fear losing another person.

he can’t. he shouldn’t.

he knows all that, but he can’t let you go.

he can’t give you everything, he refuses to let you in, but he somehow chooses to keep you.

in every passing day, it kills the life in you. it ignites the doubts and the insecurities you always had. it forms huge question marks in your head and it drives you insane.

“what am i doing wrong, ran?” your breath shakes and ran notices it as you are resting your head on his chest on the sofa where you both had fallen asleep an hour ago.

he swears his heart skips a beat when he hears you start the conversation that he has been dreading since he realized he might have something deeper in store for you.

this man knows exactly what you are talking about, but he decides to play dumb. “what do you mean?”

somehow, he wishes that there is a way to divert the topic and stray from this conversation that he knows is never going to end well. a conversation that can possibly change everything you both have.

“i want to know what i’m doing wrong, or what is not enough. what else do i need to do.. for you to open up your heart for me?”

he refuses to look at your eyes when you sit properly to look at him. he keeps his head turned away from you because seeing your tearful face will not do him good.

“it’s not what you’re doing wrong. there’s nothing else you could do. i just…” fuck, he curses in his mind. “i just want it this way.”

“what way, haitani? stringing me along?”

“we never agreed to having feelings—“

you cut him off before he can even spew out his bullshits. “but you know that’s not the case for me! i love you, and i understand that you don’t feel the same…”

ran squeezes his eyes shut because your last sentence just doesn’t seem right. he knows that you are in love with him and most of the time, he uses that to his advantage. but for you to believe that he doesn’t love you?

it doesn’t feel right.

it’s not right.

“…and that’s alright, really. i understand that you don’t feel the same, but ran, i think this set up between us will work better if you do it with others.”

this alarms him and he now has his eyes on you. there are tears threatening from your eyes as you stare at him like he hung the stars in the sky, as if he is not breaking your heart in this very moment.

“what do you mean?” ran asks in a controlled voice but he fails to mask the fear that is laced with it. he is terrified of the implications of what you just said. he can’t accept it.

“i’m just saying—this friends with benefits thing? it won’t work with us anymore because i love you. you can… find other people… to do this with, because i can’t do it any longer.”

his eyes start to sting from the tears that suddenly want to burst out of the dam. his fear is becoming more and more true as the conversation progresses and ran just wants to go back to an hour before when you were all cuddled up in his arms.

still, he knows it’s unfair. while he was peacefully holding you, it is now clear that the questions you had in your made were plaguing you. while he was alright, he was also breaking your heart.

“what are you saying to me?” he needs to hear it from you directly. it is going to break his heart but he wants to hear it anyway.

“let me go.”

he knows he has to.

he knows you’re right.

he knows keeping you here will only hurt you.

he knows. he knows. he knows. but still—

“what if i don’t want to?”

that was the trigger for you to break down and release the tears and broken sobs you have been suppressing.

“then, make me understand why you can hold me like this but not give me your heart. make me understand. please, ran. if you can’t let me go, at least help me understand why i’m here.”

ran curses himself as he can quite literally feel his heart being powdered into fine pieces while he watches you beg for him. for his heart. a heart that has been battered and bruised through the years but you love anyway.

“y-you know that i try to give you what you n-need,” his voice breaks so he pauses, “but you also know what i’ve been through. what i’m afraid of. you know everything.”

you shake your head. “is it really your past and your fears that keep you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?”

he can’t come up with an answer.

“let me go. please, let me go.”

he grips your hand when you try to stand up in a feeble attempt to make you stay. his last resort. his desperation reeks in the way he squeezes your hand.

“i can’t do that. ask me for anything but that, please,” his voice breaks once again.

“but can you love me? can you give me everything? your heart, your secrets, your desires? can you love me enough to let down your walls for me, ran?”

he doesn’t answer, and you smile sadly. there goes your answer—his silence. it has always spoken for him when his words fail him.

at this point, you are just tired. you have no fight left in you. you fulfill the promise you made to yourself when you said you will accept whatever he says and erase yourself from his life gracefully.

ran sees that and he regrets not noticing when you decided to ask him to let you go.

“then, for the sake of the both of us, i beg you to please let me go.”

the daggers that rindou throws at his older brother through his eyes could kill. his blood boils as he watches ran drown himself in alcohol because of some stupid shit he brought upon himself.

“tell me again why you fuckin’ let her go. ‘cuz i can’t understand why you’re sulking like a little girl and poisoning yourself with damn alcohol when it was you who pushed her away.”

the sarcastic tone is not appreciated by ran and he glares at his younger brother in return.

“you just don’t get it, do you? you know our life! she doesn’t fit here! she’s too good for this shit! and what do i do if she gets hurt because of this hellhole, huh? what, then?”

rindou raises an eyebrow, “she literally knew the dangers that came with your life when she decided to love you. save your excuses. you’re just fucking stupid.”

ran stares into space as he takes that in. after a few moments, he speaks. “i’m scared that i’ll lose her.”

the younger haitani laughs maniacally without humor. “well, news flash, you already did—“

“fucker. she’s still in this world, isn’t she?”

“guess so.”

“that’s what i mean. i’d rather not have her in my arms than to lose her in this goddamn pitiful world.”

ran takes another shot from his whiskey and rindou stands up to take the bottle away from his godforsaken brother.

“give me that—!”

“if she was mine, i’d just keep her by my side and love her, and not let anyone lay a finger on her. you underestimate bonten and its capability to protect your girl.”

ran mumbles drunkenly as he gives up trying to get back his stolen bottle. he rests his head on the backrest of the sofa he is on.

“you don’t know shit, rin.”

“nah. i fuckin’ know ‘ya. these are all excuses. you’re making all these up to cover up the fact that you blame yourself for the life we lived and now, you think you don’t deserve her.”

the older haitani starts to tear up at the memory of not being able to give his brother a more decent life when they were younger. he remembers the days when he almost lost rindou to a rival gang because he failed to come home on time.

“the fuck are you? my shrink?” he asks in the middle of his silent crying. rindou sees that and he feels a pinch in his heart for his brother who has always been scared of losing him.

it is rindou’s turn to take a shot from the whiskey, to gain courage for what he is about to say. “i’m your brother. i know it when my brother hates himself.”

“what does that have to do with anything?”

“i wanna tell you that you don’t have to. you gave me a life full of pretty cool memories so stop beating yourself up. get your damn girl so i won’t have to watch this pathetic display!”

ran wants to blame his emotions on the alcohol but the words of his brother really are the cause of his tears. he suddenly feels forgiven. vindicated, even—from the regrets he harbors against himself.

his younger brother feels that he is closer to getting ran to listen to him, so he pushes.

“she loves you. i saw it with my own eyes, ran. she is in love with you. while you hated yourself, you were demolishing her. just fuckin’ forgive yourself and love her, damn it!”

that night, for the first time in his life, thinks that maybe it was not his fault that he and his brother had lived a difficult life. for the first time, he considers the thought that maybe, he deserves to have your love after all.

you open your door at five in the morning after being woken up by continuous rings on your doorbell, and as if that isn’t enough, there are even accompanied by impatient knocks on your door.

“i swear to god, if this isn’t worth waking me up in these ungodly hours—ran?”

he had just barely sobered himself up but he had to run to you before cowardice gets the best of him. he just had to tell you right now.

“i love you.”

“ran, what—“

he sucks in a huge breath, preparing to speak in one long breath-hold. “i am in love with you. i fell in love with you way before you fell in love with me but i was too scared to admit that. i was afraid that i didn’t deserve you. i was terrified that loving you would mean more hurt for me—but here’s the truth now. here is my truth. fuck my anxieties. fuck everything. i need you. i want you.”

you open the door more widely and you take in his cheeks with your hands, and he relishes in the feel of your warmth for the first time since you walked out of his penthouse a month ago.

“i’m sorry for what i put you through. i’m sorry for hurting you. i can’t promise that i won’t hurt you but i promise that i will actively try not to do that intentionally.”

“i never blamed you for what i felt, ran.”

an angel is what you are. an angel that he is starting to accept that a fallen one like him deserves. an angel for him.

“i will give you everything, y/n. i will give you my heart because i want to. because i need to. i can’t breathe without you. take me back. please, tell me that you’ll take me back.”

it is an easy decision for you. he is shaking in your hands and there is nothing else to do but finally welcome him in your arms again.

there is no other choice but to take him back because it finally makes sense why you always felt like he felt the same love for you. you finally understand why. your questions are finally answered—how can you refuse him?

ran falls apart in your arms, and he embraces you tighter than you hugged him. he holds you tight in fear that he might lose you again. he wraps you tight in his arms so you won’t slip away like a dream that ends.

“i’ve only ever wished for you to come around, ran. you should know by now that i will stay with you in spite of your past, in spite of your regrets, in spite the way you feel about yourself. i’m here to stay, if you love me.”

he no longer has to say it. the way he keeps his face in the crook of your neck and leaving revered kisses at the back of your ear is enough to let you know that he does.

“my heart was only guarded so much when it came to you because it knew that it belonged to you. i’m letting down my guards, baby.”

you slightly pull away so you can look at his eyes. the eyes that you used to wish upon a star are now staring back at you with the same adoration and love.

“that’s everything i need to hear, ran.”

“i am in love with you.”

you smile, “and that.”

“i don’t want you to be my future history. i want you with me forever. i want people to know us, that i belong to you and you to me.”

“that, too.”

you tiptoe to kiss his jaw and he shifts his head so he can reach your lips instead. relief washes over him when it dawns on him that this is real. you are real, and this time, he won’t mess it up.

the missiles he used to fire will be replaced by your gentleness and love, and that’s the kind of change that he can live with. because it’s you.

#⏳ — lumi’s fics!#I’M A RAN GIRLIE FOREVER #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani fics #ran haitani scenarios #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani angst #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fics #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines

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akiisks · 4 months

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mirror selfie

#goodmorning haitani ran nation #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart #ran haitani #dormmate ko: lagay mo yung watermark sa ano #😭😭😭#been binge reading tr fics #bonten

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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months

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Random thought but what ab the tenjiku guys with a ticklish s/o, and I mean ticklish in almost EVERYWHERE (hips, neck, CALVES😭😭) nsfw?

Tenjiku x Ticklish!Reader

♡ SFW and NSFW, fem reader, fingering, oral->fem receiving, fucking, men being pervy and horny ♡

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Mochi, Mucho, Shion

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷

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Izana

🎴 Tickles you every chance he gets and is absolutely merciless

🎴 Will tickle you until you cry and then laugh at your tears

🎴 It always ends with you pinned underneath him while he fingers you and apologizes for tickling you (he's not sorry btw)

Kakucho

🩷 Only tickles you occasionally and probably apologizes for it after

🩷 Didn't realize you were ticklish damn near everywhere until you started squirming around while he was rubbing your thigh

🩷 Takes the rest of the day to discover every ticklish spot on your body

Ran

💜 Threatens to tickle you as a punishment

💜 Pretends like he's about to wrap his arms around your waist just to tickle you

💜 Tickles you during sex, usually by accident but sometimes on purpose because he thinks it's funny

Rindou

🩵 Kisses your neck a lot even though he knows you're ticklish there, he just can't help himself

🩵 Lightly runs his fingers over your thighs when you sit in his lap and rolls his eyes when you start moving around

🩵 Started tying his hair back while he eats you out so it doesn't brush against your thighs

Mochi

🍡 He tickles you just to hear you whine

🍡 Pinches you then tickles you when you let your guard down

🍡 Puts you in a full nelson and ends up tickling your calves

Mucho

🔷 You're ticklish all over and he's not ticklish at all

🔷 He won't tickle you unless you try to tickle him first

🔷 Holds you extra tight when he fucks you so you don't think he's trying to tickle you

Shion

🖤 He's ticklish too and is always starting tickle fights with you

🖤 Literally chases you around the house like a damn lunatic trying to tickle you

🖤 Only admits defeat under special circumstances, which is usually when you pull him into a hug and bury his face in your chest

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#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #izana x reader #kakucho x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #mucho x reader #mochi x reader #shion x reader #this took longer than it should have #my mind was somewhere else lol #I still gotta finish this fic I've been working on but I literally have no motivation 🥲#these men got me melting ong 🫠

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hoejosatoru · 5 months

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Random NSFW headcannons for Tokyo Revengers men

Mikey

Likes incorporating sweets. Specifically likes to put whipped cream on your titties and suck it off. He could legit do this for hours. Also Mikey has a hugeeee mommy kink. (I could expand on this, in fact I need to)

Draken

Keeps his hair down while fucking. He likes that you can easily run your fingers through it and pull on it. He loves that the way his scalp burns when you get rough with it. That’s how he knows he’s fucking you real good. If nothing else, he sees how you look at him with his hair down and likes making you feral. Also call this man daddy. Please.

Takemitchy

Wants to be dominated so bad. Like he doesn’t even realize it until he has a girl who’s pushing him around a little. Honestly I think being slightly scared of his partner would turn him on. But like whether he is on top or bottom, you are calling the shots and he loves it.

Mitsuya

Really into foreplay. He will drag it out foreverrrr, not that you’re complaining Like he really is not into quickies at all (unless it’s a horny emergency). But truly taking his time with you gets him super hard. He loves being able to touch, taste, feel everything before going in.

Chifuyu

LOVES being dominant. He’s like a bratty dom. He loves teasing and getting you really worked and laughing at how bad you want it. Probably likes overstimulating you as well.

Baji

Oral is his fave. Both giving and receiving. He fucking loves seeing you on your knees in front of him and feeling your warm wet mouth sucking on him. But also he could eat you out for hours. Specifically loves when you sit on his face. Bro will damn near suffocate himself in some pussy.

Kazutora

Really likes mutual masturbation. It started out because he was worried about his inexperience and wanted to know how to pleasure you, but grew into a regular thing. Watching you finger yourself makes his cock throb. And seeing him cum all over his tummy ain’t half bad either <3.

#I found this in my drafts #and was like I have't posted in forever #let me provide some content #I swear I'm working on my Ran fic #but take this as a token of thanks for patience #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers smut #mikey smut #draken smut #chifuyu smut #mitsuya smut #baji smut #takemichi smut #kazutora smut

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moumouton4 · 11 months

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Hi! I just read your “What You Can’t See Deep Down” fic and immediately thought of a continuation of it. Like they managed to get the reader help, but it wasn’t helping like they thought it was, and they were just suppressing the ‘darkness’ in them. And when Bonten is created, reader unleashes the ‘darkness’ in them. I’m not sure if it makes much sense but I would love if you could make a second part to it like this or so. It’s okay if you don’t!

A Fresh Start || Mikey x fem!reader

Part 1 : What You Can't See Deep Down 🔪

A/n : Hello lovely ! I really hope you're going to like it ! Despite the fact that I decided to not mention the while Bonten thing as I'm still watching the anime and don't know at all how the thing is going to end

Warning : Angst to fluff, or maybe not 👀, mention of violence... well it's Tokyo Revengers 🤷‍♀️

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1992

Your parents reacted immediately to Mikey's involvement in your state of health. It's not as if they could do the same when in front of them stood Draken and Baji - who despite their young ages were taller than your father - and Mitsuya who really didn't seem happy to see that they, your parents, hadn't realized your condition. After all, he was like that, caring with everyone, and even if he was still having trouble coming to terms with what had happened tonight, he couldn't help wanting you to get better

For your part, you were terribly upset when you learned that your parents had made weekly appointments with a psychologist. You went into a rage but finally decided to go and measure yourself against this ugly bitc- to this lady

Once there, you did your best to charm her and prove to her that it was all a mistake. That you were popular and everyone adored you

At the mention of the murder in your neighborhood you said you didn't know anything about it, that that evening you were at your boyfriend Mikey's and you reminded her that in any case the police had closed the case with no further action

Your plan had worked rather well. Rather, because in fact she hadn't managed to detect any rage in you that was making you violent. But she did detect a highly manipulative, egocentric personality with psychotic tendencies

You laughed out loud at the prescription when you recognized the generic name for psychotic painkillers. You weren't one at all, but it made you laugh to lead her on. You'd managed to make her see what you wanted well, even if there were one or two mishaps

You didn't want to take the medication at all. However, your parents - always afraid of the Tokyo Manjikai members - forced you. You were therefore very careful not to take the psychotic drugs, so as not to make yourself ill

Mikey was dying to come and see you, to see for himself that you were all right. He had to make do with regular calls from your parents or messages

One day, however, he spotted you in the street and couldn't resist coming over to meet you. He stayed at a safe distance before calling your name softly "Y/n hey how are you ?"

As for well, you'd had time to think about the events of that famous night in the alley. You'd finally accepted that he'd discovered your true personality. You understood quite easily that he had covered up for you by erasing the evidence. You were very grateful all the same, you absolutely didn't want to end up in prison in Japan

You turned your head towards him, surprised to hear his voice after such a long time - about 2 months. You were amazed that he'd reach out to you after you'd tried to kill him

You waved in his direction "Hello Manjiro what brings you here" he pouted slightly at the sound of his real first name, though it was already better than his last name

"I was hoping to bump into you. I had a message for you that didn't have to go through your parents. If you want, we'll set up a meeting with the Toman tonight. I want you to come so I can make a special announcement" he said, his voice holding a certain authority, it really had to be important

"I'll think about it. If I'm not there by 11 p.m. sharp, consider me gone" and with that you turned your back on him and left

He stood there dumfounded for a second before snapping out of it and left to mind his own business

That same evening, just before 11 p.m., Mikey paced up and down the Tokyo Manjikai lair under the annoyed gaze of his comrades. The founding members were all there

"Mikey, can you please stop walking back and forth in front of me like a mad man, you're making me sick ?" gasped Draken

"No, I can't. You know very well I've been looking forward to this, and I hope she-" he was cut off as you entered the hangar

"I said it. 11 o'clock sharp. What did you all want from me ? Don't tell me it's n ambush"

Some shook their heads vigorously while others rose from their places to greet you "Hey Y/n long time no see" "How's it going ?"

Of course, the founding members of the Tokyo Manjikai knew what had happened that night. They took you to a separate room for some reason, so they could talk calmly before returning to the bigger place

On the way to the more secluded room, Mitsuya touched your shoulder briefly, drawing your attention. You wondered how he, too, wasn't disappointed to have discovered who you really were. You simply nodded, deciding to save your words for the discussion that followed.

Once in the room, they sat in a line and you stood in front of them. Mikey spoke first "Are you feeling better since last time ? Are you more at peace ?"

As you started to nod opening your mouth he interrupted "And don't lie to me, I know more than you can think"

"Okay fine. I thought it was "helping" as you say but well I don't have any other personality to deal with as that bitch told my parents. It's not a problem strictly speaking. I just like beating people up, that's all. The psychologist must have thought it was a real thing when it was just a role"

You could feel the tension in the room as you spoke. However, Mikey was quick to speak again, so as not to leave anything to chance "That's why I asked you here, Y/n. I'd like you to join one of the Toman divisions. If I remember correctly, you told me you'd done martial arts when you were younger. Or was that another lie ?" his gaze was heavy, almost unbearable

"Yes, it's true, for a little over 4 years"

Mikey looked at all the founding members who nodded at him "Very well so you won't disappoint me out there" he continued as he stood up "L/n Y/n do you accept this request from the head of the Tokyo Manjikai to join our ranks ?"

You looked unsure for a brief moment. Was this a good idea ? But on the other hand, it would allow you to embrace your violent and war-like nature "Well... I don't really see any reason to oppose it" you said, trying to sound confident

"We'll introduce you to the others" then he stood up, followed by the other founders

"The others ?" you thought, but how many ? A firm pat on the back snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Draken "Come on. We won't keep them waiting"

You followed him towards the room you were in earlier. The noise was getting louder. As if a lot LOT of people were talking. At the sight of Mikey, however, all fell silent

You all entered one after the other. Baji, Draken, Kazutora, Pa-Chin, Mitsuya sat down in their respective places and Mikey beckoned you to the center of the stage. You gulped and did just as he asked. Your talents as an actress had not left you

Before your eyes, a hundred people, all members of the Toman for more or less time

"This is Y/n-chin for you, and she'll be joining the Tokyo Manjikai in Mitsuya's division. Address her as if you were addressing me and all will be well" he clapped his hands and turned back to you "It's a deal then ! You're one of us now. Do us honor and fight according to the gang's code"

You bent over at 90°C, you didn't know what was wrong with you "It's an honor !" you couldn't stop your desire to beat them to death but you also couldn't stop the relief that for some reason flooding your veins

Faced with the applause of the Toman boys, you couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for you. You couldn't help thinking if this was an excuse for Mikey to get close to you again. One thing was for sure, though, you knew you could draw a line under your image as a sweet, gentle girl

You looked forward to your first day as a Toman. You joined Mitsuya at the meeting place. You'd adopted a style that better suited your personality

You'd put on a pair of rangers, wide-legged pants and big rings on your fingers, so as to really hurt the people you were going to hit

Mitsuya waved at you and handed you the jacket he was holding under his arm "Make it proud"

"Thank you very much" you said with shining eyes

The day went pretty well. As a good group captain, he prompted you to the subordinates. And he put you in a pressure group. The groups that had to scare people or smash the faces of those who had failed the Toman

You never thought you could take so much out on people. The boys in your team were astonished to see you giving black eyes to people 20 centimeters taller than you. And you slept way more peacefully at night

With time, you felt your "darker side" calming down. Sure, you still liked to smash people's faces in, but you'd gradually lost that urge to control people's thoughts about you

Eventually your hatred of Mikey died down and that's how you found yourself after a Toman meeting crying on the way home

"Y/n-chin ? Is everything all right ? Did something happen ?" a voice you knew far too well asked from behind

You turned around, trying to blink away your tears, but he noticed them anyway. He gave you a worried look, ready to tell you he was going to kill anyone who wronged you

But you stopped him by shaking your head, the distance between you weighing painfully on your shoulders "No, it's my fault... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for last time !" you screamed, bending over, your voice breaking. That's where you knew you never faked your love for him

You didn't understand what had driven you to try to kill him, you were ready to throw yourself at his feet if it meant there was a tiny chance he'd forgive you "I should never have-"

You were cut off as he took you in a bone crushing hug, his hand coming to rest behind your neck, pressing you against his chest "Shhhh it's already forgotten. I'm just glad you found yourself again" he said, preventing the tears from escaping his eyes

His hand went up and down your back, trying to stop your sobs, which were getting louder by the second. You were back, well kinda, because the old you didn't exist but now you were really you and that's all that mattered

Mikey preferred the new you to the old you, which he sometimes found too superficial on some aspects. Now you were simply yourself and if this was the only way to find you fully Mikey would have bet on it living indefinitely

Finally, there may have been a path to redemption for you, even if it was only for Mikey and your comrades' sake. But it would only be partial, because you knew very well that the means to reach it would only be through the Tokyo Manjikai and the activities in which you would participate

But frankly, you'd finally found people who appreciated you. The real you, at your true value, and anyone who wanted to mess with them would have to deal with you. And you'd have to beat them with a metal bar to make them understand that you don't mess with the people who really understand you

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍩🍨 Again my requests are open 🍦🥧

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