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iamk1llua · 2 months
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Never Take Advice From Ran Haitani.
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synopsis : nothing could have possibly ruined the date you’re about to go on with rindou, he had everything planned out. the only problem is, he poorly chose to take some advice from the worst wing-man, his older brother ran haitani.
rindou haitani x fem!reader ft ran haitani
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“is this really necessary?” rin asks his older brother who’s currently styling the younger haitani’s hair with an excessive amount of gel. “quite necessary brother.” ran replied. “there, all done!” rindou gets up from the chair and takes a look at himself in the mirror, he’s mortified. “the hell is this? she’s not even going to recognise me like this.”
ran scoffed at his younger brother’s criticism towards his hair styling skills. “do you wanna win her over or not?”
“yes?”
“then shut up and listen to your aniki. i know girls rindou and i know what they like.”
rindou runs a finger along his slicked back do that ran insists he wears out on his first date with you. “why is it so hard?” ran lets out a low chuckle at his brother’s comment and slaps rin’s back, the impact moving him towards the mirror a little. “trust me bro, she’ll be saying that to you tonight if you follow my intructions.”
rindou wasn’t like his brother, he wasn’t used to talking to girls let alone going on a date with one. it was his first date too and with you, the only girl that managed to take his breath away. since the older haitani had more experience with girls he had asked ran for some advice on how to secure the perfect first date with you. though rin didn’t always agree with his brother’s approach towards women, he had no other choice but to go along with his guidance.
“now remember, girls don’t like it when you talk too much about yourself and don’t look too interested, it might scare her off and don’t talk about those stupid games you always play. don’t try to act funny either, girls don’t wanna date the funny guy.”
“don’t talk about myself.. don’t look too interested.. don’t talk about video games.. don’t try to be funny..” rindou repeats it back to his brother, he’s mentally jotting all this down so he doesn’t mess up this date with you.
“and lastly, nice guys always finish last. girls these days prefer to date bad boys. that’s probably why she even agreed to go out with you in the first place because she knows you’re in a gang.”
“o-oh. okay, yeah that makes sense.”
the door bell rings and rindou tenses up, he knows it’s you since you both agreed to meet at his place. the two brothers quickly stand up from the living room couch, ran licks two of his fingers to fix a stray hair that’s magically fallen out of rin’s over gelled head. “alright, just like i told you.” ran says, he hands rin the bouquet of red roses they both went out to buy from earlier. “go get er’ tiger.” he pushes the younger haitani towards the front door, rin almost trips from the loss of balance.
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you’re sitting across from rindou at this new italian restaurant and he’s been on his phone since you walked in, he hasn’t even spared a single conversation longer than a few bored words. is he okay? rin’s usually such a sweetheart around you, what’s gotten into him? he’s been awfully cold towards you and the waiters too.
you watched rin lazily scrolling on his phone, his chin rests on one of his hand and you’re about a second away from ripping that damn phone from his grasp. “how was your day rin?” you asked to break the silence. “it was fine.” he responded, his eyes still locked onto his screen and you’re disappointed by his response.
did you miss something? rin was the one who asked you out on this date, so why is he acting like this? “so rin, you were telling me about wanting to rank up from that video game you play. have you managed to get far?”
rin’s down-turned lilac eyes look up to meet you. “video games? i-i don’t play video games.”
you tilt your head to the side and rindou swears it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen. he screams inside his head. fuck sakes, she’s too fucking cute. “really? i thought you liked them.”
rin shrugged and takes a sip from his drink, “i just don’t really like them anymore. they’re lame.”
“oh, i see..” you slightly frown. rindou’s being a lot more closed off than usual. your mixed feelings are left on pause when the waiter comes around to take your orders. “hi, what can i get for you two?”
you scan through the menu and hum to yourself, you don’t notice how rin’s peering over the menu in his hand and silently admiring how adorable you are.
if it weren’t for his brother’s advice, he’d be shaking uncontrollably. maybe his brother had the right idea about the way he gets his girls, ‘old rindou’ with no experience with girls and trying to woo one no less would’ve been a stuttering mess right about now.
“i think i’ll get the carbonara, what about you rinnie?” you ask. he furiously blushed at your use of nickname for him, he’s never heard you call him that before but he slaps himself back to reality and remembers his aniki’s words.
“oh.. um, i’ll have whatever’s first on the menu.” he non-chalantly passed the menu back to the waiter.
as you’re waiting for the food, you try again to stir up a conversation with rindou. “rin, thank you for the roses. they’re beautiful. where did you get them?”
red roses weren’t your favorite but you were so thrilled to have received such a thoughtful gift from him.
his mind goes back to a few hours ago..
ran picks out a ravishing bouquet of red roses, they’re tied together with a black ribbon and hands it over to rindou. “she’ll swoon over these.”
“really? but, her favorite are pink tulips.”
ran placed a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. “rin rin, who’s the expert here? believe me, i’ve been on plenty of dates to know that all girls love em’. you don’t want to get her something that you can just pick off from the ground or cheap looking.”
rin nodded his head, the older haitani has a point though. he doesn’t want to spare any expense when it comes to you and definitely doesn’t want to ruin this night with you.
your orders had arrived and rin watched your eyes light up when you see your plate being placed in front of you, he honestly thought you couldn’t get any cuter. when his eyes avert back to the dish in front of him, he’s confused. he’s never seen this before. is this tomato soup?
“everything okay?”
he looks up at you, “huh? oh, yeah. i just remembered i practically let a man order for me.”
you covered your mouth with one hand to hide your giggles and he tenses up. do you think he’s trying to make a joke? fuck! aniki told me not to try to be funny.
“pull it together rindou. girls don’t wanna date the funny guy.. girls don’t wanna date the funny guy..” he quietly mumbles to himself while you’re enjoying your carbonara, luckily you didn’t hear him.
rindou takes a spoonful of the tomato soup? at first, it delighted his taste buds. this is actually pretty good, he thought to himself.
“how’s your soup rinnie?” you asked, flashing him your signature sweet smile that he just can’t get enough of. in rin’s eyes, you’re the most endearing person he’s ever met, full of life and everything he’d ever want in a girl.
“it’s-” he coughs. “g-good..” he coughs again, he then hits his chest a few times.
“are you okay?” you start to worry when you see his facial expression switch from normal to discomfort. “rin, your face and ears are red.”
he reached up to one of his ears and feels how warm his skin is, “am i?” he starts coughing again and by now, his face has completely shifted to a bright red shade. the waiter walks past and rin stops him, “excuse me, what did i order again?”
the waiter placed his menus under his arm and clasps his hands together in order to assist the young gentleman. “sir, that’s an italian suasage tomato soup. extra spicy.”
rin’s eyes widened. he’s never been good with spicy food. “e-extra s-spicy?” you could see the panic rise in his body movements, he starts fidgeting with his fingers. he inhales and exhales like those youtubers who try the buldak fire noodles for the first time.
you’ve never seen him like this. “rin, do you want some water?” you quickly get up from your seat and he nods in a frenzy.
the waiter helps you carry a few glasses of water back to your table, rin sculls every glass in a blink of an eye and you’re taken aback. is it really that spicy?
“shit. shit. shit.” he curses quietly to himself but this time you could hear him. rin runs out of his seat, all the attention is on him now as he dashed from table to table and grabbed every last cup of water in sight, sculling each one down. your cheeks form three stripes of pink when you see the look of shock and horror from every customer in the restaurant.
being the sweet and caring girl that you are, you rush over to him and pat his back. “rin, are you okay??”
“y-yeah! i’ll be fine!”
you know he’s not fine, you actually had no idea why rindou decided to even order something he wasn’t familiar with but you keep patting his back to soothe him. this isn’t how he imagined his first date would turn out like.
after rindou calmed down, you apologised to the restaurant owner over and over but he had assured you he understands and that you had nothing to worry about. they also apologised for making his dish extra spicy without asking him about it.
rindou fell into a pit of despair, this definitely wasn’t how he thought the night would go. he took every bit of his brother’s words carefully, how can ran pull this off and not him? what’s wrong with him? was he just not worthy of going on dates with anyone? you must not want to see his face ever again. he can’t believe he’s fucked it up this bad.
you and rindou are now walking around the city, a dark shade has clouded rindou’s face and the atmosphere has become incredibly awkward and almost uncomfortable.
“i’m so stupid.” rindou chuckles to himself. you stopped walking to stare at rin, he also stops walking but he’s too afraid to meet your eyes.
the fountain behind him looks so gorgeous at night, if only the circumstances were different.. this would’ve been the perfect place to end the date with.
“rin..” you start. you want to hold him right now, you want to tell him that everything’s okay. you want to let him know that he didn’t fuck anything up and no, he wasn’t stupid but the look in rin’s eyes made you hesitate.
“it wasn’t that bad rin..”
now, he lifts his head up to meet your eyes. “not that bad? everyone was staring at me y/n!” you’re taken aback by his sudden tone. it didn’t scare you or anything, you just weren’t used to it. “i did everything he told me to do! i tried to not talk too much about myself, i stopped making jokes with you, i played cool and i didn’t even mention playing video games. what’s wrong with me? why can’t i not fuck things up?”
you stared back at rindou’s fiery gaze. who told him all these things? whoever it was, surely has no chance with girls.
“also, why is there even an italian restaurant in japan? that doesn’t even make any sense! we should’ve went somewhere else! i’m so fucking stupid, i’m so dumb-”
rin’s eyes widened when you take his face and crashed your lips onto his. his heart literally escapes his chest and his breathing stopped. your lips are on his.. your fucking lips are on his?? your sugary, cherry, plump lips that smells good enough to eat are on his??!!
you pull away to scan rindou’s features, his eyes are still blown wide open, his pupils dilated, his entire face flushed a light pink color, his lips are slightly parted and his knees have now turned into jelly. did that really just happen? did she just fucking kiss me?
“you’re not stupid rinnie, you’re not dumb either.” you softly smiled at him and rindou feels the earth blooming again.
rin wants to scream at the top of his lungs and shout that his dream girl just kissed him, he wants to broadcast this on every channel and let everyone know that you, yes you, y/n, had just fucking kissed him.
it takes over a few minutes for rindou to regain his conscience but it didn’t bother you at all, you waited patiently for him to respond.
rindou nervously leans back while rubbing the nape of his neck. you hoped that you didn’t overstep or crossed a line, you liked rindou a lot.. too much actually and the scene from the restaurant has already left your mind, it’s rindou, no matter what he does you’ll always like him.
“y/n.. i-” you gasped when rindou trips over the ledge of the fountain as he falls back into the water, it splashes on you a little bit. “oh my god! rin, are you okay??”
rindou abruptly stands up in the water of the fountain. his clothes are completely drenched, his whole head is wet, the over-used gel in his hair has been washed off, thank god, you thought. “i just.. i just can’t do anything right can i?” he weakly smiles at you, you blinked at him then burst into a sweet melodic symphony of laughter.
he’s confused at first as to why you’re laughing but he finally breaks character and laughs with you. he takes a step towards you, his clothes are already wet so he didn’t see the need to rush out of the water.
you placed your hands against his chest and leaned up to meet his lips again, his eyes grow wide again but this time it only takes him a moment to close his eyes with you as he moves his hands to your waist and pulled you closer to his chest.
you can feel his heart rapidly beat faster the longer your lips sync in perfect unison. he lifts a hand to cup one side of your face, his fingers run through your hair as the kiss lingers on.
rindou haitani feels complete in this moment, you are his missing half, he feels like, nothing could ever get better than this.
of course it was going to be the perfect date, because in his eyes you are perfect. he even thinks he could fall in love with you right here in this moment, he doesn’t care anymore, oh how badly he wants you to be his.
when you both slowly pull your lips away, he keeps you locked tight against his body. you managed to mutter a few words to him. “who gave you those god awful tips anyways?” he chuckles briefly and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “ran.”
then it finally clicked in your head, the reason rindou was acting so cold and indifferent towards you. it was all because of ran’s bad dating advice. you shake your head and laugh just thinking about all the little moments from the previous hours. “don’t ever take advice from him again.”
rindou chuckles once more, his heart is full, “i won’t have to anymore.” he smiles down at you and leans in for another kiss. he knows he won’t need to because now he knows you prefer the real rindou and not some cheap ran haitani imitation.
bonus scene!
ran’s laid out on the couch, he’s been checking his wrist watch from time to time. it’s past midnight and rin isn’t back yet. he smiles proudly to himself, my advice definitely worked. his phone chimes, he lazily reached over to the night-stand to check his phone.
(1) unread message.
ran smirked, he’s been dying to hear all the juicy details of rindou’s little date but when he opens the message from his little brother, his jaw dropped. ran feels like he’s just been stabbed in the back numerous times. his eyes reject him from looking away from the screen.
baby brother: i’m never taking advice from you ever again.
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eetherealgoddess · 1 month
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TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ
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Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader
Characters are 18+
❦Idc how bad you want it, do NOT wake up to these mfs❦
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Notice:
✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.
✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.
✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.
✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.
✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable
✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
Enjoy!
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Mikey: You didn’t expect to see a man lying next to you in your bed, let alone him being a friend of yours from childhood. You almost didn’t recognize him considering the black hair that’s falling down his back and shoulders. His body curved to the side as you stared in shock at the back of his head. You peeked over and almost cursed when you realized who he was.
You don’t remember the night before but picking the covers up and eyeing both of your naked bodies, you could only hope you had used protection. When you eased off of the bed, you snatched your clothes off the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed at the hoodie and sweats that indicate you hadn’t gone to a bar or club. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t figure out how running into each other would have resulted in the two of you in the same bed.
Once your clothes were on, you rushed to the door to avoid an awkward greeting. You wanted to see if your parents had made it home and noticed anything. Yes, you’re an adult but you still live under your parents roof and they never liked Mikey. They always thought of him as a bad influence which sucked for you because you actually had a little crush on him. They forbade him from the house and at some point made it a rule for you to not be friends anymore.
Having been young, you had to listen. They’re pretty strict so the tracking device prevented you from sneaking around. Honestly, you didn’t have many friendships because of your parents so you would only go to school, home, and occasionally the park. You only recently were allowed to have nights out as long as you paid attention in your college classes. You were scared that your parents would kick you out if they saw the display so you hurried out the door.
The putrid smell of the house slapped your face, a palm going over your nose as your eyes watered. You continue to walk through the hall to the living room, gasping when you see the corpses of your parents. You gagged up vomit, belching and coughing as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body trembles as you drop to your knees, eyeing their unrecognizable faces considering it looks as though their faces were beaten repeatedly, a large gash in the middle of their faces with blood puddling around them.
Having thrown on his black pants, he followed the wails that woke him up. His shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his bare chest, Mikey’s dark eyes gaze at you from the hall. He hadn’t meant for you to see such a gruesome scene. The pill he put in your drink two nights ago should’ve kept you asleep at least for a few days. He planned to take you home today considering he got carried away the nights before, libido high from the adrenaline rush he had from ridding both of you of the blockage that kept you two apart. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you.
Jolting, you looked up at him from your kneeled position with wide eyes. He sets his hand on your head and crouches down.
“You’re gonna be good so I don’t have to knock you out, kay?” Hesitantly, you nod your head. He smiles softly before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take, helping you on your feet as you hold yourself up with shaky legs, gaze stuck on your deceased parents as you walk back to the bedroom.
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Kazutora: You pant heavily as moans echoed throughout the room, bucking your hips up as your ex boyfriend’s thrusts meet yours. Your fingers grip his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock aiming deeper inside of your walls as he grinds into you, hitting your g-spot with each rutt. He moans into your ear as he nibbles and sucks your earlobe, one of his hands placed on top of your head as his other hand grips the cushion of the bed.
“Kazu, I’m gonna cum!” You whimper out as you grind harder against him, the head of his cock pounding against the erogenous zone that causes your hands to turn into fists as you throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches.
“Cum on this cock, baby.” His husky voice whispers against your ear as he continues the same pace, purposefully bringing you to an orgasm as you moan loudly, yelling a curse as you hold your hips in place. Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs a hold of your thighs, holding them up before thrusting at a faster pace, his hair draping over as he leans over, your hands gripping his shoulders once more as your mouth hangs open, feet next to your head.
The bed rocks as he roughly thrusts into you, cream oozing out of your pussy and dripping to your ass. You couldn’t help but release shaky moans as he used your pussy to bring himself to an orgasm. Your eyes widen as you watch his expression morph into the familiar look he makes when he’s about to cum.
“Pull out!” You yell as your eyebrows furrow from the overstimulation, hands moving to his chest.
“M’ gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy.” He moans out, panting as his hips become sloppier, his fingers squeezing your thighs tightly. You yank his hair back in an attempt to pull him out of you only for him to moan out as he thrusts his hips harder, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth hangs open.
He pressed his cock deep inside you as you felt his seed shoot inside. Both of you moan out as he slowly grinds his orgasm out, you pressing your hips against him as you cream out another orgasm. He lays on top of you as he pushes himself inside you more, holding himself in place to make sure all of his semen has nowhere to go but inside your hole.
“No, no, no! Kazutora, I told you to pull out!” You smack his sweaty back as he breathes deeply against your neck.
“It’s fine.” You both grunt as he pushes inside of you more, his arms hugging around your head.
“No it’s not! Now you have to get me a plan b!”
He sits up as he chuckles before pulling his hips back and shoving into you again before beginning a slow pace. You bite your lip to hold back from moaning.
“Uh, uh. You’re gonna keep it and we’re going to raise it together.” He grins as he holds your legs back up.
“Are you crazy? I have a fiancé now! I can’t get pregnant!” He pins your arms above your head after you try to push him off.
“That’s too bad.” He says before thrusting at a faster pace. He breeds you over and over again the rest of the night, your pussy full of nothing but his sperm.
The next day, you bought a plan b, walking to your car after you left the store. Before you could get in your seat, you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a chest with a knife against your throat.
“Take it and I will slice your neck and kill your fiance after sending everyone in your family the video I took of us last night. Do you understand?” He says softly against your ear. You nod frantically as he takes the bag out of your hand. He pecks your cheek before releasing you.
“Glad we got back together, Y/n. It’ll be good for the baby.”
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Ran: You wake up in a penthouse, the huge bedroom displaying a luxury you’ve never seen in person until last night. You were surprised that someone so loaded would go to a run down club such as the place you work at and choose you, a low class stripper, to spend the night with. You wouldn’t normally go home with anyone, but this man was charming and beautiful. You could tell he was expensive just by his demeanor and what he wore. You had no clue why he spotted you, gazing at you when he first walked in. When you made eye contact, you knew it would be a good night.
He made it worthwhile, treating you delicately, all the while pounding into you from behind as his nails left scratch marks all over you. Whispering soft words as he talked you through each orgasm while shoving his cock so hard that your skin smacked loudly against each other. His hold felt good against you, bodies molding together as you gripped the sheets of the bed, his sweat mixing with yours as he thrusts deeply inside of you.
“Work at my club.” He says while tracing your arm as you lie on his bare chest, the morning light seeping through the thin curtains as your legs are tangled together. You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Working at his club brought you more money, as well as high end living. You moved out of your grimy apartment to a luxury loft near his penthouse. One of his drivers would give you limitless rides to wherever you had ordered. You made connections and created a better life for yourself, with his help of course. You’re clearly the boss’s favorite, damn near living with him as he always brought you to his home at the end of a work night. Even on your off days you would end up at his place, waking up naked in his bed.
Whenever you had vip performances, there was a no touch policy for you specifically no matter the circumstances. As you rolled your hips against a stranger’s lap, he grabbed your ass and pulled you onto his covered bulge, bucking his hips against you. You yelp as you try to release yourself from the man’s grip, only for him to hold you down and groan. You curse at him before turning and back handing his face.
He shoves you to the ground, standing up from the seat as he hovers over you. He pulls his arm back, ready to land a punch to your cheek. A bang echoed through the room as blood splattered on your face and front body. The man’s headless body pauses before dropping limp on the ground, his jaw hanging as red covers him. You pant as your eyes stare wide at the corpse. Footsteps come towards you from behind as hands reach around your waist and pick you up from the floor.
“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says casually as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Still gazing at the body oozing blood, you nod your head with a trembling lip. He rubs your back as you both walk out. When you both lied in bed that night, you couldn’t get the man’s headless body out of your mind. Sure, he deserved something bad to happen to him, but the way Ran shot him so effortlessly was a little troubling for you. Regardless of the mixed feelings you held, you couldn’t help the side of you that was excited that a man like him protected you from danger.
“You no longer work at the club. You only work for me.” You were forced to move in with him for ‘your own safety,’ as well as giving all your personal details to him so he can take care of you completely. He paid for everything and even dressed you himself. He really molded you into his perfect doll. You couldn’t really get mad about the lack of freedom considering you had no more worries. In fact you were a little scared that he would give it all up once another stripper caught his eye.
“I could never replace my favorite doll.” With that sentence alone, your whole mindset changed. You realize that what you were receiving wasn’t real. Everything was to mold you into his little object. His toy. You don’t know why it hurt you as bad as it did, but you knew you had to leave.
The next day, you told him, “I think it’d be best if we stopped seeing each other. Our relationship is way past professional and I want my own life back.” He only stares at you as he sits on his office chair, stoic expression as his legs are crossed.
“You’re having a bad day. You should get some rest.” He states. Your eyebrows furrowed.
“No, I’m serious. This needs to end right now.” He stands up from his seat, walking towards you before gently grabbing your chin and wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Are you sure?” He questions. You nod your head, ignoring his affection no matter how bad you wanted it. He releases you before walking back to his seat. He sits down and props his legs on the desk. You froze when you turned to walk away, a gun cocking behind you. You turn your gaze to him in shock and fear.
“Why do you look so scared, Y/n? You wanted this to end, right?” His expression shows a sly smile, elbow resting on the table as he lazily points the gun at you. Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he leans over the desk, both elbows on the table, placing his feet on the ground.
“Or, were you mistaken?” You couldn’t move, your hairs standing up on your limbs as you breathed heavily. Your body is tense as you eye the barrel of the weapon.
“Were. You. Mistaken?” He reiterated, awaiting a response as his eyes narrowed.
“Y-yes, I made a mistake.” He nodded, “Mhm,” before setting his gun on the desk.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom for a nap.” He smiled as he waved you off.
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Rin: You hadn’t expected the drunken night to go as good as it did. Having been broken up with the day of, you decided to go out and find a random person to take home. Of course, this isn’t something you usually do, but you need something, or someone to distract you.
You had initially walked into the club with your friends by your side, but after a few shots the whole night became blurred, you all losing each other in the process.
The alcohol saved you from the thoughts that wanted to race your mind, instead you searched the crowd for someone who would be the perfect fit for tonight. Coming across a purple mullet, you knew exactly who you wanted. You downed another shot before reaching the upstairs dance floor.
You didn’t really care about anything but getting this stranger in your pants so when you reached him, you tapped his shoulder. You almost change your mind, anxiety forming when you see how attractive he is, though the alcohol in your system keeps you from folding to your insecurities.
“You wanna get out of here?” You question, swallowing your pride as his intimidating gaze locks you in a chokehold. You perk up at his smirk.
“Sure.”
Excitement causes you to grab his arm and pull him out of the club. He informs you of his driver and you allow him to take you to his place. When you both get there, you immediately pounce on him. Your lips drunkenly move against his as his arms wrap around your waist before pulling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. You make out as he carries you to the couch and sits with you on his lap.
After a couple hours or so, you both ended up in his bedroom, blankets all over the bed as you grind your hips on his face. His hands grip your thighs as you rest your arms on the head board, head back as you groan out. He smacks your ass as he laps up your juices, sucking your clit before flicking it with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm, you both sloppily give yourselves to one another.
When you woke up the next day, your phone continuously buzzed as a call interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you grabbed the phone and eyed the screen. You sigh once you see your ex’s name. Answering the phone you picked yourself up and used one of the blankets on the floor as a cover up. You glanced at the sleeping purple haired man and walked into his bathroom, closing the door behind you.
The conversation went with your ex manipulating the situation and you falling for it once more, a never ending cycle that you knew could end if you stopped fooling yourself. Hanging up and opening the bathroom door, you weren’t expecting to see Rin sitting up on the bed, half-naked as his body faces you with his feet planted to the ground. You greet him as you put your clothes on.
“Leaving to go back to your toxic ex?” One of your eyebrows raised at him.
“That’s none of your business. Can I please get a ride to my apartment?” He nods as he watches you walk out.
A week has passed and you and your ex are once again back on bad terms. You were on your way to his place to pick your stuff up so it wouldn’t get mixed up with the other women’s items considering he allows them to stay over. When you opened the door, your eyebrows furrowed at the dark living room. He just texted you so you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be waiting in the living space like he always does.
You gasp when you reach his bedroom doorway, his corpse lying on the floor with blood oozing from a bullet hole in his head, lifeless eyes wide open. You look at the culprit who sits on the bed facing away from you.
“What the fuck?” You breathe out, uncomfortable and terrified from the display. You could recognize the mullet from anywhere. He stands up from the bed with the gun still in hand.
“Let’s go.” He says, expecting you to follow as he walks past you. Because of the gun in his hand, you really didn’t have a choice but to follow if you didn’t want to end up like your ex.
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Sanzu: You knew that even if you’re unhappy with your marriage, you probably shouldn’t have cheated. Honestly, it wasn’t anything planned but you really needed the drugs you had bought from the dealer you were recommended. Who knew that the one night stand would turn into an affair. Though there didn’t seem to be any emotional connection on your part nor did it seem like his, you couldn’t stop contacting him and yearning for the pink haired man in more ways than you should for a drug dealer.
You thought what you experienced was normal until you realized you might’ve caught feelings for your dealer. Unfortunately, when you confessed, you were answered with a blank expression as you both smoked weed in his car. You realized how stupid you were to have confessed to someone when you were married so you stopped buying from him. It wasn’t until he showed up at your house and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You continued to make out until you were on the sofa, riding his cock once more as you moaned out his name.
His hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you from below. One of his hands moved behind your head and pulled you to his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist, aiming his cock deeper to keep hitting that spot that makes your thighs quake in his hold.
“Fuck.” He hissed as you rolled your hips harder, grunting as his grip tightened. “You sure you want this?”
“Uh huh.” You moan out as you nod, head falling back as the sound of your wet pussy squelches around his thick girth. When the sound of the front door clicks open, before you could turn your head around, Sanzu pulls his gun out from the pants that sat beside him and aims it for the intruder.
“No!” You gasp just as the shot rings out. A thud follows as you turn fully to eye your now dead husband.
“Oh my…!” Your head is forced to face Sanzu, the hand free of the gun holding the back of your head as the one holding the weapon wraps around your waist, his thrusts starting again as he purposefully aims deep into your pussy. You moan out as tears fall, the pleasure contrasting with the fear and guilt in your heart. He pulls your forehead against his as he continues to fuck into you.
“This is mine.” He aims the barrel of the gun on your pubis, finger against the trigger. You stare wide eyed into his crazed blue orbs. “Only mine, got it?” You nod as he removes the gun and replaces the arm back around your waist.
He continues until you both reach your orgasms, riding them out against each other as you lean your head on his shoulder, questioning everything that brought you to this point.
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(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و investigating a noise in an alley late at night turns into so much more. haitani ran x reader x haitani rindou. word count: 5.4k
cw; dubious consent, brief depictions of fighting and violence. spit-roasting. minor stalking (?) + intimidation, fear.
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The day passes, and your boss informs you that 'your workplace attitude is contributing to a loss in morale'. Or in other words,
your coworkers have been complaining about you. 
probably the customers too.
Sometimes they say things to your face, (sometimes, because most times their comments can't pierce the veil of existential dread, stagnation. Thoughts buzz around fly-like, about how there's nothing here,
nothing for you) stupid shit, because the seniors always have something to say…
("Look excited for once, rookie. People want to see pretty smiles, you look so ugly frowning.
"At least pretend you want to be here."
one of your supervisors. So far up your ass she's coming out of your mouth.
and you love old people, but she is the rickety-ist old bitch you've ever had the displeasure of knowing.
"You can get more tips if you do a little … 'extra'. You're cute, so it should be easy for you."
Random customer you don't remember asking for an opinion, you just wanted to see if they wanted refills on wine,) 
You're getting tired and people are starting to notice. You don't argue, because they're right. You're not happy, and that bothers them so much, for reasons that probably don't have much to actually do with you. They care, but not really, so when you're sent home with the day's wages, the boss tells you in a not-so-nice way to clean up your act.
Don't be so sad. (Or rather, make sure they don't know about it.)
You collect your things and opt for the long walk home. Shibuya's streets are empty (ish) and peaceful about this time of night.
The wind whistles.
It threads between the leaves of trees that hadn't yet died, providing you some company,
The noise. And maybe you're paranoid, unused to walking without headphones (you dumped the contents of your bag to check, you either lost them or left them at home), unused to seeing
the empty streets when there's usually a dozen hawkers flagging down passerby to sample wares. Because you're starting to hear something. 
(First, you think it's your mind that makes the wind sound like whispers, moving smoothly along the shell of your ear. Some imagined ramblings. But that's not it at all. 
There's actually someone here. Or people. Nearby.)
For once, you're certain you're not crazy. You're definitely hearing something. You don't want to look behind you, but you do just to avoid any creeps who might be lurking. The sound of chatter grows the slightest bit more intense, and —
KLANG!
A brilliant crash (definitely not behind you) that sounds like metal bashing into something just as tough, the residual sound causing your ears to ring. It , unlike many things recently, intrigued you.
You've never possessed an interest in gangs. Never have been.
(This whole situation reeks of them, though. You either don't think or you don't care—) 
Not interested in their whereabouts, potential people of interest, they don't make you curious (or maybe it's a privilege to not be curious),
What happens to them never really concerns you.
So why now, are you stepping in front of this alleyway? Why did you choose that this time, on a frigid night walk home, you'll be interested. You'll be concerned with the sounds of commotion in the alley. 
… This feels like boredom. It feels like exhaustion has pushed you to your limit. You crave dissent. Novelty, actually being a part of something. Maybe you need it so desperately that in this moment,
You reach out to touch the darkness. A gaping maw of shadow. Light does not enter and it does not escape. This place looks a bit like
Those kinds of places, where you could go missing. Get lost. In some kind of adventure, and that ambition clamps down on that drowning anxiety, making you feel quite bold. Nobody will know you came here. (Nobody will know that, in spite of the pit in your stomach, in spite of the fear, in spite of the sweat in your palm, the tremble in your knees,
you stepped forward.) The shadow swallows you up to your ankle, then your body is engulfed in the darkness. 
You've never disappeared before. You think it'll be okay (hopefully), that it might fulfill something within you that's been desperately missing; maybe it'll be better than
being safe, 
than being
comfortable.
Just a quick peek. You'll only be gone for a second.
(you think the voices get louder and you shift, narrowly avoiding a shallow bacteria laden puddle, using the wall to quickly navigate while placing emphasis on not being seen by anyone if they happened to run past. You don't hear movement, but the talking gets louder as you get closer, and closer, and closer, and …)
(The talking has become more like shouting, and the silence from before has been replaced by the sound of a fierce impact, cracking, crashing, more yelling. Everything is loud now, the moon and street light cascading down on the scene but not revealing your position, flattened against the alley wall.)
"Rinnie.." A tall fellow sighs, his shoulders sagging forward with effort, and ‘Rinnie’ a good ways away from him looking crazy with some sort of excitement. The tall one, dead amused eyes and two braids pigtails framing his face, dark roots growing towards blond tips.
The little one is the kind of bleach - platinum - blonde, maybe a shade or two less yellow. He shares a similar look to the man standing adjacent to him, but his hair is frizzy and wild, sticking to his forehead. The tall one looks scuffed up and his eyes look tired, betraying the hint of a lip curl, a smile, maybe?
What exactly did you stumble onto? You lean in closer to catch the words that fall from their mouths, careful not to step onto the bottles and cans discarded on the ground.
"Rin rin, you might kill him before we can learn anything useful." ‘Rin’, is the belligerent one, his fist dully thudding and knocking across the face of an unknown man sprawled out on the floor, who doesn’t appear to be moving. The man must already be unconscious, or worse- dead -  the flurry of blows not affecting him in any way you can discern from here.
"Ahaha! But Ran, this is really fun!" 
Thwack!  Rin’s right knuckle catches on the man’s cheek, his other fist flying with assuredness and dead-on accuracy towards his stomach.
It is only then that the body groans, and his struggling renewed somewhat. Rin’s arm pulls back with poisonous intent, all the muscles in his fist perfectly poised to,
Hurt and maim.
Ran hooks Rin’s arm in his wrist and drags him off of their victim, who lies cowering before them, too weak to flee or do much but shake like a leaf.
"Okay. Okaaaaay. Now you're making it no fun." Ran drags Rin to his feet; doesn't respond with anything other than a snort and a shove. Rin only barely avoids flying into some refuse, his distress blowing his pupils as big as saucers, easing into relief as he stumbles and catches his balance. They look like a fever dream in the streetlights, an anomaly that should have remained hidden from you and walking down this alley has never felt like a utterly terrible idea until now - They drag the man to the side of the building and prop him up. They smile at one another, as though there’s a joke lingering in the air that nobody’s let you in on. 
It makes you shiver.
Just as cold shakes start to wrack your body, your teeth chitter for a fraction of a second; just a bit too loudly. Their heads begin to turn. Directly facing away from the light, their expressions are encased in darkness,
And while you thought they may be drunk or delirious, or both, the mood shifts neigh instantly, and you frantically clasp your hand over your mouth and stop breathing. They are looking dead at you. You don’t know if their pause is because they don’t exactly see you but instead, shadow, but your arms tense up and feel like coiled springs attached to your shoulders; legs trembling trying to maintain balance and not fall and make a sound.
You don’t move. 
Your eyes burn because you don’t blink and you’re sweating, lying in anxious wait. They don’t close in at once, because when Rin says “Ran,” that dastardly tree of a man lumbers towards the mouth of the alley and, 
He, who is not fooled by the darkness,
Dragging you out flailing, on your back and dragging your nice leather jacket across gunky, disgusting pavement -
You gasp as the tall one forces you to your feet, shoving your back into a wall and evacuating the air from your lungs. You immediately launch into a frantic explanation, your lip blubbering and your body shaking and your eyes wandering to that man up against the wall - who takes advantage of their utter fascination with you, and tries to crawl off.
Rin kicks him in the ribs and sends him sprawling. Back to you, being held up by your neck, lightly enough that he’s not choking you, and you can breathe and speak freely. Their eyes narrow at you, the baton slung on the tall one’s hip looking none too friendly. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “Shut up.” Considering your franticness he sounds quite playful, although the growing pressure behind his grip is not friendly in the slightest. He squeezes your throat and Rin is the one who laughs then, slithering up to your side and giving you a long, long look up and down. “You’ve interrupted some important business here,” He says, gesturing to the battered man with his open hand, “But you think yourself more important, huh?  Quite a pesky little shit aren't ya?" Ran finishes the statement, and the look you fix him with is frantic, wild eyed. “But that’s okay. Clearly you have something important to share."  Rin smiles coolly. His demeanor unsettles you, (feels like his eyes pierce you, makes your heart pound out of your chest, your fingers tremble,) your mind is screaming to go far away. “So tell us,” The tall one hisses through an artificial smile, coldly amused, voice rough on the ears, “Who are you, and what’s in it for us if we let you go?” Rin slides a finger down the side of your waist, making you shiver. “I .. uh..” “Uh? Uhm? That doesn’t sound like any name I've ever heard of.” They laugh at you, and something about their ridicule triggers something in you… tired of being harangued and hung out to dry, mounting tension threatening to collapse you. Your legs buckle. You feel yourself begin to cry.
"Aww. Don't cry… we were just playing with you." Ran leans uncomfortably close, wet sheen on your cheeks glimmering in dim light. Rin sees his brother lick a slow stripe up your cheek, doesn't say anything. You whimper, petrified. 
Ran's eyes bore into yours. "Who are you?" 
You tell them your name. "I … I wait tables! I was just trying to get home from work I - I - I-"
"Through back alleys? It's like you're asking to get hurt." The one named Rin mutters, and Ran, who seems wise to your lies, presses you.
"You weren't getting home anytime soon, hunched over in that alleyway. You were watching us." He moves from in front of you and grasps the back of your skull, forcing you to stare at the battered man a few feet away. "Do you know him?"
You shake your head frantically.
"Then why the fuck are you here?"
"I just - I heard something. I heard something and I thought, I thought .." You struggle to find the words to describe your thought process. Rin helps you out.
"You must've thought: 'Oh, those guys must be having so much fun! I want to play too!'. " The blonde mocks the lilt of your voice. The one with the pigtails barks out laughter, pulls your head back until your neck bends, staring you in your eyes. "Our … friend over there is all played out. But," 
"You're not. Playing with you for a bit sounds fun. Oh, Rin?"
"We should walk our new friend home. Seems like the polite thing to do, yes? Wouldn't want them to get hurt. There's dangerous people lurking at this hour." His smile is particularly wicked, your anxiety mounting.
"Sure thing, Ran." 
….
They call someone else to take care of the man, ( you can't tell if he's still alive - they usher you out of that liminal space expeditiously,) terribly eager to dip into something else that night. You tell them your address at their goading, the two men leading you through alley's and backroads you never even knew about. As you exit the dark, the moon can be seen from where you've emerged from in-between buildings, faces of the men surrounding you lighting up at once.
It's hard to describe the emotion you feel upon meeting eyes with such striking faces. Distinctly similar, uniqueness to be found in both, (Ran looks nonchalant, at ease in his movement. Rin remains stern and orderly above all, offsetting his brother’s lack of care,)
When you talk to them, they don't divulge anything personal, not even their names, (they know you know them already) but you notice they seem more interested in you than you'd expect them to be, taking turns asking questions, fixing one another with this look whenever you answer a question a certain way. It’s nice to have people listen to you - or at least do a good job pretending. They don’t seem … as threatening as they did in the alley. 
Rin is more cordial and polite, and talks to you more emphatically than Ran does. He seems unbothered by your chatter, but is less active of a participant.
From what they observe, you seem to be a particular person. Even though you are scared (your fear, it makes you look so beautiful, vulnerable), you aren't boring. You're not trying to impress them, but they find themselves intrigued regardless.
They fish for information. 
You are an open book. 
They learn more about where you work and the assholes that run the joint. They learn about your small family. They learn about how you don't have many friends. You mention you used to have a roommate, although -
"She moved away, maybe a couple months back." You talk without fear now, acclimated to their presence for the time being, for your sanity's sake.
"Oh? How sad." Rindou says, and a part of you feels like he's mocking you.
Ran makes the mental note that you live alone.  They've begun walking closer to you, occasionally bumping into you on purpose because they know you won't complain or argue about it. Ran's hand slips into your back pocket while you're talking to Rindou, and the expression of shock, then embarrassment as you feel him squeeze—
"You were saying?" Rin glances at you.
"Yeah, sorry - uh… " Your face burns (you know Rin knows what’s happening, you see the way his eyes narrow, you see his lip twitch) and you don't know how to recover so you don't say anything. It's a safe option; he doesn't badger you.
For a few minutes, your moonlit walk is dead quiet. Rin doesn't touch you, but Ran has hooked his arm around your waist and is poking his fingers into the top of your jeans. You don't do anything to stop him. 
His fingers are fast and he is not courteous he is not polite, 
when the palm of his hand zips down and two fingers stroke your clit you gasp. Ran tugs on your waist and your hip bumps his a little as he slowly runs his finger over that sensitive piece of flesh. You feel like your skin burns where his finger meets your clit, and you can't suppress your whine as he pushes on it,
(It's like your body jumped out of your skin and he was striking a nerve, raw. You're on fire you're on fire you're on fire)
And Rin only looks straight ahead, his mouth opening like he wants to say something -
But your building is coming into view. 
You gesture to your side of the complex (Ran takes his hand out of your pants, for now) and they walk you inside the building, patiently wait for the elevator with you,
And you are suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of your emotion; which upon retrospection, felt like your brain had gone numb. Your stunningly composed self becomes a trainwreck in the four elevator stops (and short walk) it takes to get to your apartment. You feel dizzy with how hot your body has gotten and how tight and uncomfortable even your skin feels,
And you're mewling and whining, 
"Th-thanks for walking me home," many flustered thanks, appreciative hugs, trying to wave them away from the door,  but they get inside before you do (when Rin whispers ´Let me help you’, your skin gets goosebumps and you toss him the key), and act as if for a moment they were the kind of people that you'd want in your house. 
Rin is commenting on your art, 'critiquing' (shaming) your arrangements and decor, touching nothing, taking up no space,
While Ran is on everything, everywhere, all at once. He's opening your fridge and taking out the drink you were trying to save for later, flipping through the tabs you left on your computer and,
Maybe they could be friends, with the way they both get so comfortable. But eventually their eyes start drifting over,
to you. Sat on your couch, house burning down around you, you've gone too far, too deep, and they are not going to let you go. (it's not like that was the plan, anyway).
Ran mentioned something about playing earlier, didn't he? You hadn't a mind to negotiate a 'fair exchange' for them walking you home on such a dark night. Maybe you hoped they'd just forget about it.
(They don't. You know because before they make you show them where the bedroom is, Ran pokes his fingers through the belt loops on your jeans and tells you how much of a courtesy he brought you back, he could have fucked you and left you in the alley.
"But I didn't." Ran smiles, and you can only imagine what Rin's face looks like. Though, you can feel him on your back, grinding his erection into you.
"Just relax."  Rin leans to your ear, lips close enough to kiss the shell of it. "We'll play nice, won't we Ran?" 
The aforementioned laughs once, reaching for your belt buckle. "Speak for yourself." )
Your bedroom isn’t terribly small but your massive mattress takes up most of the space. Ran doesn’t care about kicking around your things to get to the bed easier, dipping down and baring his teeth to your neck, nibbling. Rindou does not knock over a thing (he picks up a figurine that you hadn’t noticed had turned over, flicks on your lamp, mutters something) walking between your door and hurrying himself along to the bed alongside Ran. 
At that point, you’ve already been undressed from the waist down, your clothing discarded on your living room couch. You’ve been pushed back first onto your bed, Ran is on top kissing you with the feverishness of a school boy, his tongue slipping into your mouth (which surprised you, your pussy throbbed a little) and his hand slipping down towards your cunt.
You make a mewling sound as he rubs circles on your clit, and Rin groans loud enough for you to remember he’s still here, “Jackass, you’ve been hogging them the whole night. You said-” Ran pulls back molasses-slow, fixing Rindou with a look you can’t read. “I know what I said. You don’t have to get so emotional over it, Rin. See?” He pushes himself up on his arms and leaves you there, gesturing with a sweeping motion. “I was just getting them ready for you.” Rin snorts, grabbing your arms. “Whatever. Now, you.” Your eyes meet, but the intensity in his is unlike Ran’s. Something about him seems more driven. Came here for something, refusing to leave without it. “Flip over. Get on your stomach. Make sure your head is hanging off the bed.” You don’t hesitate to do as he says. 
Ran steps into your view, tugging on the band of his boxers until his cockhead is visible from the top. You try not to drool. He pushes his cock between your pillowy lips, letting out a long low whistle.
"Just relax. Open your mouth a little wider - that's it - just like that .."  Ran is already groaning and barely half his dick is inside your mouth, but drool is racing down your chin and you have forgotten how to breathe out of your nostrils. He cups the back of your head.
"Eyes up." Tears sting at your eyes at your lack of oxygen and Ran just smiles dreamily downward at you, his brother out of your sight entirely. Now you’re as bare as the day you were born, courtesy of Ran, and you nearly forget about Rin until you feel firm hands spreading your legs; a damp muscle wriggle and work it's way in between your folds so boldly,
You cry out, groaning on Ran's cock. It's too big and your jaw has to work and strain and it hurts but he makes you do it anyway (his smell is rich between his legs, and he keeps reminding you to breathe through your nose),  telling you how much of a good job you're doing.
"... you're good at this. I didn't think you were a slut though… maybe …"
"It's just a natural talent. Like you were born to suck dick."
He thrusts his hips and holds your face so that he's in your throat, and no matter how hard you beat at his thighs he does not give. You wiggle and squirm, Rin's hands clamping around your hips and giving you less room to breathe. You're so occupied with the dick in your mouth that you don't notice how wet Rin has gotten you. 
His brother has all your attention. Even when he stands at attention and lines himself up, you don't notice. It's only when he's pulling your hips towards his, that you feel the blunt head of his cock probing at your pussy and waiting for a good moment to
Thrust in, and as Ran pulls you off his cock to cum on your face, it's a perfect opportunity for Rin to pull you onto him, and the squeal you let out sounds absolutely delicious, (made his balls clench). He begins tentatively, resting a hand at the small of your back, and thrusting into you with as much force as he can muster behind his hips, enjoying hearing you whine and whimper (perhaps more than he expected). Your body is hot to the touch and your back is a little slick with your sweat. 
Rin grunts with effort as he tries to fuck into you, getting some give as you grow weak in the hips. His cock feels like it's tearing you up, like he might break you before he night is done and the more you moan and squirm the rougher he gets, the slick sounds of his balls slapping against your clit drowning out the sound of your own thoughts.  
(Ran has fun with you. You lick his cock clean as Rin speeds up so much he's practically fucking the breath out of your lungs. Your ass feels battered, your pussy abused —)
Rin has been noticeably quiet most of this time. Too focused on the sound of your yelps and the way your body dances beneath his fingertips. You move so much. He likes the little defiance in you. He has no problem fucking it out.
You grow to gripping Ran's legs for support cause you can't hold yourself up on the bed, the tingling burning feeling of strain zinging up the muscles in your legs. 
“Ah! Oooh..”  They’re teaching you new things about yourself. Wherever they caress you, the back of your head, along your spine, on your hips, it’s like you’ve been alight with fire. Ran makes sure you’re looking at him, and he’s cooing at you, feeding you crumbs of praise as he strokes under your chin affectionately. Your heart jumps a little at the fond look he gives you, the approval is pronounced and makes you feel warm and anxious all of the sudden, moreso when Ran presses a kiss to your temple.
"Almost." Rin says to no one in particular, his grip just shy of bruising. "Just … fuck." Rin slams your hips into his, his spine stiffening as he fucks a load inside you, pulling his cock out slow so he can see himself dripping down your legs.
What followed feels a little uncertain. You know they stuck around, but their words felt floaty and distant, fucked into a stupor, you seemed a bit … dotty. (Ran thinks it's cute. You don't talk, don't ask questions, just let them pet you. But Rin liked the tension in your muscles, that skeptic's gaze, that substance. Something about having you like this appeals to him, just less.) They came hot like a fever and left you feeling ice cold.
Rin, perhaps feeling sweet, helps you slip your nighty on before Ran is forcing him out of the door, chastising him for being so soft.
You wouldn't know. 
You awake in a sea of blankets, with a salty taste in your mouth and this dull ache zapping up your spine…
You are late for work the next morning, but even as your alarm gets grating and beep, beep beeps a few feet away from your head, you're trying to shake off day dream after day dream — you get up when you realize your door was left unlocked, you rectify that, head back to bed. The supervisor who's in charge of arranging your schedule calls you, ten minutes before you are supposed to come in, and you are still lying down.
You honest to god do not have the heart to tell this withering old man over the phone that you can’t come in today. You can hear his voice sort of trembling over the phone (and you later learn that one of the head chefs quit earlier that day, this poor guy is this close to the edge) and decide you don’t need that weighing on your conscience in the future, a good enough reason to force labor upon yourself for the day. You feel weightless sitting in the tub washing off the prior night. In some places you can see indentations from fingers, lightly bruised skin around your hips, that your hands run over with your loofah and that sweet smelling body scrub,
You take your time, not urged by the ringing of your phone or alarm. Your mind decompresses and feels loosened by the steam that rises to the top of the room, fogging up your vision and keeping you warm even when you step out of the bath. Since last night, you notice you seem a lot more one track minded. There’s no dreading the shift, or fear about being asked to stay for overtime, or worry that your coworkers are going to say something to you (they always do, so fucking annoying). There’s nothing. Your head feels manageably empty. Something about it is relaxing, your underlying nervousness of ‘ Is there something i’m missing? Have I forgotten something? Am I doing something wrong?’ all gone.
You’re smiling in the cab to work. Maybe it’s been years since you went there having a positive expectation for today, you can’t remember and you don’t care. You work your shift and ignore your coworkers, boss and customers. They comment, because of course they have something to say.
“You look glowy. Something happen?” 
“... I slept well?” Your supervisor rolls her eyes at you, but doesn’t belabor the point. “Must’ve been one helluva good night’s sleep, huh?” 
You don’t respond, ready to clock out in the next thirty minutes, hoping and praying nobody keeps you from clocking out at 8:00, because the day’s been going sooo good for you so far,
But one of the managers ends up running in; out of breath, trying frantically to stop the kitchen staff from closing down for the night, from leaving. You’re stopped in lieu of all the commotion. Apparently some big-wigs from the city came in to eat, and would not accept the owner’s hurried apologies of ‘I’m sorry, but the kitchen is closing for the night,’; or their attempts at placation: ‘We can accept your patronage first thing tomorrow? A bottle of wine on the house?’. The owner looks frightened half to death by the time he comes across you, shocking you with the abruptness of his request. 
“The… the patrons. Do you know them?” He whispers, deathly close to your ear. His lungs sound like they might collapse, and he looks hot and uncomfortable. “They requested you by name. I-i know you don’t like working overtime, but this could mean big tips.” You roll your eyes. “Move over man. Let me get my menus.” He clasps his hand together in prayer and in thanks, and you mentally prepare yourself to take an order for a much larger party.
There’s only two people sitting in the booth as you walk up, their silhouettes triggering your memory immediately. Ran turns lightning-quick, his expression giddy unlike anything else. He looks so pleased with himself, licking his lips like he’s slick as your confident power walk slows to a few steps.
“Hey sweetheart.” His voice is so smooth, makes your ears tingle. Rindou is sat next to him, and looks up at you fondly for a moment. Looks back down at his hands after.
“So, Rin. Ran.” They look a little surprised you actually said their names, but Ran gives you a toothy grin, and leans a bit further forward.
“Here are your menus.” You set them down on the table, allow them to pursue the selection. “I’ll be back with your water.”  You about face, looking nothing short of cool, level-headed professionalism. On the inside, you are screaming. Telling them so much maybe was a bad idea in hindsight, (because not only is this OT blowing you, but it’s hard to look them in the eyes, for a reason you haven’t yet grasped.) you sigh, trying to make it out of the end of dinner service without your heart giving in. 
You try not to be curt with them but a part of you can’t help it. Ran knows what he’s gunning for, eyes alight with desire as he stares at you up and down in uniform for the first time. Like he’s just about ready to eat you up. He keeps staring at your lips. Rindou is ever the gentleman, is patient with you when you get flustered by Ran’s boldness, occasionally apologizing for the inappropriate comments he sprinkles in. From the moment he’s seen you, to the moment you take his order, serve him the food, give him the bill, he’s flapping his gums. 
Rindou seems irritated by this at some point, fixing him with hot hard glares, kicking him under the table and eventually telling him to BE QUIET. 
He says it with so much authority that when Ran gets as meek as a mouse, you can’t help but giggle from behind your palm. (Ran shoots you a look, but you ignore it.) Other than what he’s saying to you - working this job, you’ve heard far worse anyway - it’s not a hassle to deal with, maybe just a little awkward,
Because he says shit like:
“Hey sweetheart. There’s another kind of tip I could give you, too.” After he slides nearly half a stack into your uniform pants just because he can. That was probably (definitely) more money than both of their meals combined. 
“Hey!” The tall one shouts from the threshold, a little drunk, and swaying from Rin tugging on his arm so hard. 
“Maybe.. You get out of your little uniform and meet us outside. We’ll walk you home again.” You don’t say anything, but your face is burning. 
“Maybe i’ll take you up on that offer. Some other time.” You bow politely and hurry back to the storage rooms, where your coworkers are packing up their things and heading out the back.
You sigh, taking your time changing out of your work uniform.
Imagine your surprise when you’re walking out, head down as you look in your bag and make sure everythings arranged how you like, easily accessible ..
And they’re still there. 
Waiting for you.
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gatitties · 1 year
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Hanging out
─ Tenjiku x fem!reader
─ Summary: you have the courage to ask the guys who tried to recruit you to hang out
─ Warnings: swearing, mention of ways to die, kisaki
Part one / Part three / Part four
no because I'm thinking of making a miniseries for these bois because I'm an idiot for them 😭 I think I did it a bit long, sorry-
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"Come on honey! It's the first time in a long time that you've been out with friends, or talked to someone, or seemed to have friends, or-
"Mom, you don't need to degrade me anymore, I know I don't have friends."
"But not anymore! That's why you have to go out with them, you can't spend your life locked in your room."
"What are we betting? If it's the family heritage then…" a bump grew on your head from the blow your mother gave you "Okay, okay, I guess I can try to get out of the house."
"That's it! Get out there and shine love, you deserve everything good in the world."
"Even the family herit-?"
You didn't even finish when you already had another bump on top of the previous one, deciding to leave the subject you said goodbye to your mother, well, she had to go with a friend, meanwhile you finished doing some pending things that you had to finish by tomorrow. When you finished, you threw yourself on your bed, flipping through the social networks a bit, doubting whether to contact the boys, after all, you only met them once in person, the rest was all conversations in the group that Izana put you in, although you had a lot of fun with them there, it's not the same to talk on a screen than face to face.
After several minutes you decided to take a brave step, seeing that some of them were even talking on the group chat.
Tenjiku will rule the world
[Matchstick] So i grabbed the bat and left him bleeding in the alley
[Izana] deserved more punishment tbh
[Izana] we can't go easy on traitors
[Sanzu] next time leave it to me
[Sanzu] i won't let them recognize the corpse
[You] is that a new flirting method?
[You] i don't think it's very effective
[Izana] aye
[Izana] glad to see you're on
[Shion] not me
[Kaku] stfu
[Rat] protective boyfriend material huh?
[Kaku] stfu too Rat
[You] yeah leave my baby alone
[Rat] whatever [Rat] can you at least change my name?
[You] nah, i like Rat more than rindou, it suits you better
[Rat2] can you change mine?
[Rat2] i'm supposed to be the oldest
[Rat2] he would have to have the 2 not me
[Mochi] picky boy
[You] okay
You have changed the nickname of Rat2 to Rannabelle
[Rannabelle] …
[Matchstick] pfft-
[Kisaki] i keep asking why you decided to include her in the group
[Kisaki] the rumors were false after all
[Izana] do you have something against the opinion of your superior?
[Matchstick] bro she's funny
[Kisaki] ...
[You] anyway
[You] who tf are you?
[Shion] oh right, they didn't meet in person
[Kisaki] i wouldn't like it either tbh
[Sanzu] speak for you
[You] i already like you Sanzu [You] you're already among the 'handsomes'
[Shion] not that shit again- [Shion] you didn't even see him
[You] i don't need
[Koko] you're just jealous cause you're not in the handsome group [Shion] i'm not jealous [Koko] sure [You] anyway i have something to ask [Matchstick]shoot
[Rat] you want a date with me? aww, of course! [You] yikes [You] i think i prefer a date with a homeless man who can time travel than you
[Kaku] i'm really concerned about your mental health right now [Izana] she's just in her haunting nature [Rannabelle] bet she likes me more than you rin [You] i like hanma better ngl
[Matchstick] bwahahah~ i'm the favourite ♡  [You] no, you're not ♡ 
[Matchstick] </3
[Izana] so... what do u want to ask?
[You] oh right
[You] i was just wondering if you guys had some free time to hang out?
[Izana] sure ;)
[Kaku] i'm in
[Matchstick] of course i have to get to be the favorite~
You didn't pay attention to the other messages, the truth is that Izana and Kakucho were enough for you, you weren't going to belittle Hanma either, he was trying anyway. You just texted a couple more to meet up at a certain place, quickly got ready in the most comfortable clothes you could find, plugged your headphones into your phone to have a walk to the location.
Normally you were like a damn rock when it came to expressing your feelings or opening up to people, you didn't like to socialize much but it wasn't a pain either (depending on the person), the fact that you didn't like to talk or express yourself a lot didn't mean you were one of those people who get nervous when they have to order pizza by phone, call a waiter or order a drink at any bar. But today you had that little nervous feeling, as if these guys were going to judge you and decide if you were worthy or not, even though it was clear that they already liked you a little for the simple fact of adding you to their group chat.
You were pessimistic so you kept those feelings throughout the journey, however, swallow them because as soon as you saw the boys just forgot them, there were three people you didn't know, the rest were Izana, Kakucho, Hanma and the Haitani brothers. You assumed that neither Koko, nor Shion, nor Mochi were there because they had to do something important or simply didn't want to see you.
"Hey honey, here!"
Hanma waved his hand as his eyes met yours, drawing your attention to come closer once and for all, you murmured a greeting to everyone, looking at the three new faces.
"So you don't intend to introduce me to your friends? Oh wait, I want to guess, can I?"
"Go ahead, please give us one of your amazing comparisons."
Rindou said, completely amused, even though you also messed with him, your comparison ability can always make fun of others, it's not like you make distinctions, no one was going to escape your critical eye.
"Mmmh… I don't know why I have the feeling that the one who seems bacterophobic is Sanzu" you pointed to the long-haired boy who had a mask covering half of his face "he seems to have pretty features, and Sanzu is in that side without hesitation."
"Madarame must be tossing and turning in his bed when he heard you, you've got it right."
Sanzu offered you his hand in greeting, noticing how his eyes narrowed a little, he had a cheeky smile that no one could see. The next one you looked at was Mucho, he seemed almost as stoic as you, another rock on the team huh? You also guessed that it was him, then you exchanged glances with the boy with glasses who seemed to be here by force, there was no one else left so he could only be…
"Are you Kisaki? Man, aren't you cute? Are you the baby of the group or something?"
Everyone tried to hold back their laughter when you approached him to ruffle his hair in an affectionate way, more like to annoy him a bit, poor boy, you were taller than him so your action and comment only irritated him more than he already was, he moved away your hands from his head, clicking his tongue.
"Maybe you're taller, but I'm sure I surpass you in age and intelligence."
The others looked at the interaction, you had that dark look that managed to scare away so many fucking thugs, it looked like you wanted to hit him right there, but they didn't expect you to laugh like Izana the time he met you.
"Oh please, don't be silly, I'm older than you, in fact, I think I'm older than all of you."
"You're kidding, aren't you? Most of us here are of legal age and you are still studying."
Izana questioned looking at you, you scratched the back of your neck sighing, you weren't very proud to admit it, but it's not like it was a big deal either.
"Well, I'm nineteen, I repeated a couple of courses…"
"You what!?"
The Haitani brothers were the ones who were most shocked by the new information about you, you just downplayed it, the last thing you wanted right now is to be treated differently because of your age, even if it's only a year older than some, these guys can be very offended at not being the oldest.
Kakucho finished off the general daze, talking about doing something and not just standing there like idiots, so you guys moved around just taking a walk while talking about random nonsense, it went pretty well, at least the guys appreciated some 'healthy' time, since usually their free time was also related to causing chaos in other gangs.
The truth is that it was not as bad as you thought, they all seemed quite funny, Izana and Kakucho managed to drag you into every interesting thing they saw, more like the leader of Tenjiku, Kaku thanked you because he could see his friend behaving like if he were a kid again (although he did threaten the others if they made fun of Iza for being a bit softer).
Hanma and the Haitani brothers tried to irritate or flirt you, you just looked at them with a blank face, completely ignoring them when they brought up the whole 'love' and 'relationships' thing, when they weren't bothering you they were quite nice, but that meant that now you were messing with them, that was your mechanics.
Surprisingly, after a while you and Kisaki 'clicked' simply because Hanma was bothering you both, you looked at each other silently as if you could communicate with your eyes, ignoring the poor boy as you started small talk out of the first thing that came to your mind, of course that didn't stop your little comments about him being smaller than you either.
Sanzu and Mucho stayed more on the sidelines, you didn't complain, they seemed more reserved than the others, or at least less expressive, you understood them perfectly because you were like that most of the time, it's just that these guys ─Izana more than anything─ made you take out to bring out your more sociable side a little more, it was different and nice.
But you knew well that hanging out with a gang would bring trouble, some punks recognized most of the group you were with, how could they not anyway? You were unintentionally involved in a small fight, but you weren't scared either when the fistfights between the teenagers started flying back and forth, you knew it was going to happen at some point so you just watched on the sidelines disinterestedly.
Ironically, Kisaki stayed by your side ─this guy doesn't know how to fight─ because the guys felt threatened by your dark gaze, honestly you were a little scared now, but only when one of the thugs came up to pick a fight with you, you saw yourself in the obligation to use your second wild card.
´"If you get one step closer, I promise that death will be the most beautiful thing you want to wish for, how do you want your body to be found? Ah, better if they don't find it, right?"
They immediately backed away, you're lucky most people find it hard to read your true expression because if they were like Kakucho the first time you met him they would have already beaten you up. But it didn't end there, there was another brave man who came up thinking that despite your threats you would be an easy target, which, well, you were.
Everyone seemed to see just as you were hit square on the cheek, your body seemed to fall in slow motion until you hit the ground, you closed your eyes letting a tired sigh slip past your lips, watching out of the corner of your eye as Kisaki did his best to defend himself against that same guy. You dedicated yourself to looking at the clouds in the sky without even getting up again, as if you were an opossum playing dead, hey, at least that way they wouldn't hit you again.
You only lay there for a long time, you even closed your eyes because you were starting to get bored, the boys only took a few more minutes, all their bodies surrounding you, guilt gnawed at some more than others ─Kakucho was very angry with himself─ but still it remained there.
"Do you think she's dead?"
"That's something very pessimistic, I haven't been able to go on a date with her yet."
Hanma and Ran murmured over the others who kept their questions as to whether you were okay inside, they didn't know if you were that weak or not, if you suffered from some disease or anything that could literally kill you, much to their relief you opened one of your eyes noticing how the sunlight darkened because their figures obscured it.
"It takes something more forceful than a punch to kill someone, unless the person is hit with a more forceful object or has already been seriously injured, statistically it is impossible for someone to die from a punch, well, unless it is a newborn baby."
"Oh never mind, she's perfectly fine."
Everyone sighed with relief, some being more audible than others, Kakucho helped you up, asking your forgiveness for not helping you before they hit you and they decided to go to a store to buy you a cold patch for the bruise that began to form on your cheek.
"Did you really just lie on the ground to wait?"
You hummed affirmatively at Mucho's question, who was waiting with you outside for the others to leave the store, you saw that he tried to hide his small laugh at your stupidity, if he had received that blow he would not have remained impassive, that person would definitely have to have a broken neck.
"We will accompany you home, come on."
"Huh? Izana, I appreciate it, but I'm not five years old."
"We're not taking no for an answer."
"Kakucho, not you too… I'm literally older than you."
“Well, look how we don't give a shit."
You looked at Rindou with a grimace for simply dismissing your words that you didn't need a squad to escort you home, but you couldn't do anything, even Kisaki accompanied you even though he said that he had business elsewhere.
These guys would cut their tongues out before admitting it out loud, but they took a liking to you in no time, and even though these idiots were a year younger than you (most of them) they would start behaving more carefully around you, they're not going to let today's incident happen again because they definitely wanted to spend more time with you.
"Gang members but you're being soft because someone hit a girl you only talk to from a group chat, that's cute."
You closed the door of your house in their faces after saying that, you laughed silently when you heard several shouts about how they weren't being soft and that they weren't cute for that, except for Hanma, he just smiled with his typical smile because you said he was cute, did that mean that he was advancing in his position to be your favorite?
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redbluenight · 1 year
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𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗴!
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unfinshedsentec · 1 year
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BOYFRIEND TEXTS W/ RINDOU
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a/n: it’s rindous birthday! Happy birthday to him! Tbh, it’s kinda late and I’m tired sooo…it’s short
But still happy birthday to him!
reader is gender neutral
character pairing: rindou haitani x reader
tw: cursing
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satoruschapstic · 1 year
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Hi! May I make a request? jjk or tokrev boys and how they sleep, like in what clothes they sleep or their sleep habits smth like that
Thank you in advance ���
a/n: heyy, thank you so much for your request! idk if that's really what you wanted to see but i tried lol, hope you like it <3 i also included both jjk and tokrev cause why not
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🌃WHAT THEY SLEEP IN HEADCANONS🌃
characters: satoru, suguru, kento, megumi, ran, rindou, draken, takashi
content: fluff, kisses, nudity
SATORU GOJO
okay lemme just say that this child sleeps in the weirdest pjs you've ever seen. and by the weirdest i mean whichever design comes to your mind when you think about kids pajamas. trucks? he has one. dinosaurs? tons of them in his closet. pjs of literally every color and every pattern imaginable. giraffes? wait a minute, he needs a moment to find it. oh yeah, here it is. he'll definitely buy you a matching set of pajamas, so you both can lay in bed looking cool af. pls don't make fun of him, he's a man child, so it's forgivable. i am one hundred percent sure that among all the other gifts he'll give you christmas pajamas every year just for the funnies. also wear a super comfy pj with unicorns he bought you, when he's feeling down and he'll start smiling brightly in a matter of seconds cause you're just too cute. you both will spend the evening cuddling on your king-size bed with you trying to watch a movie and him trying to count all the unicorns on your shirt and announcing every number way too loud. good luck with your movie.
SUGURU GETO
i headcanon that geto sleeps naked periodt. it's important to him that there's nothing inbetween, only his body pressed against the sheets, he's laying on, or you pressed against his bare chest. nothing less, nothing more. also i think he is of the opinion that his body should breathe and not be buried under the clothes. i mean imagine the view you'd have when you get out of the shower in the morning after the steamy night with a man of your wet dreams aka suguru geto. he's lying on his stomach, strong arms around a pillow. he's not wearing a single piece of clothing, you can see every muscle of his back, every mole on his skin every single detail you wanted to see so badly before. only his butt is half-covered with a piece of blanket, leaving a little room for your imagination. you better hurry up and go back to bed asap preferably without any clothes as well. the man doesn't like not having you by his side, cause he loves the sight of you just as much as you do if not more.
KENTO NANAMI
here he is. the man of my personal dreams. i truly believe that kento sleeps just in a plain white t-shirts and a pair of comfy checkered slacks. and he looks so goddamn good in it. idk about you but when i think about him laying in bed looking like this, wearing glasses, while reading a book AND WITH HIS HAIR BEING STILL A BIT DAMP AFTER THE SHOWER, I'M TURNING INTO A MESS. anyways i do think he prefers something cozy and not too tight to sleep in but if you spent the night doing what i wish i had a chance to do with him, he'd sleep half naked cause he loves the feeling of your hot skin on his bare chest and under his fingertips. he's gonna whisper sweet silly things into your ear till you fall asleep smiling toothy and then he won't even notice the moment he drifts off to sleep with you in his arms. don't be so naïve to believe that you can leave your bed that easy in the morning, he'll pull you back right in, saying it'll take only 5 minutes but you both end up getting late. he hates working overtime, but he never said anything about being late yk.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
megumi imo sleeps in baggy clothes like a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. nothing too bright, only discreet colors cause low-key the man is kind of a goth okay. his sheets are always clean and soft like clouds. you always wonder what kind of detergent he uses cause they smell good as well. and the way he smells oh my, do nuzzle into his neck while you're chilling in your bed together. it'll send tons of goosebumps down his spine and his cheeks will turn into subtle shade of pink and it's so worth it. he'll grumble something quietly about it being ticklish but don't believe him he won't trade the feeling for anything in the world. i also think he likes to sleep on his side, hugging you from behind and holding tight to his chest. he can hold your hand and play with your fingers cause it just feels like the right thing to do before falling asleep?? despite his grumpy demeanor, he always smiles when he's with you, he's too bad at hiding it. expect some kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you're facing away from him, cause he just can't help it.
RAN HAITANI
oh this man of class right here, let's forget his background for a sec and focus on bonten!ran, shall we? he sleeps totally naked, graciously whirling around on his expensive silk sheets, it's a canon for me. spacious bedroom, dim lights, king-sized bed too big to sleep there alone. that's why the first thing you see when you enter his bedroom is his shit eating grin plastered on his ridiculously handsome face while he pats the spot next to him on the bed. the moment your body touches the smooth sheets you're already caged in his strong arms. you won't get away without tons of marks all over your silky skin. he'd try and get rid of your nightgown, cause skin to skin contact is supreme. give in to him, you won't regret it. the atmosphere is intimate and welcoming but it doesn't mean he's not prepared for the unexpected. his beloved baton is somewhere under the bed, just in case.
RINDOU HAITANI
rin crosses the threshold of your shared bedroom, pulling his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in baggy pants that hang loosely on his hips. try to take your eyes off his torso and his tattoo covering half of his body. hyperventilating? i'm calling the ambulance. he carefully puts his glasses on the nightstand and takes his place on the bed next to you. he may seem intimidating at times with all these seriousness imprinted on his face but he's so goofy. he'll wrap you in a blanket so you look like a burrito and cover your face with kisses while you giggle and beg him to let go off you. he won't. as revenge, sneak into the shower while he's relaxing there after work and turn on the cold water. the sound is the delight for the ears. no one has ever reached such a high note, believe me.
DRAKEN
the man sleeps only in his underwear, cause it's cool and comfy he said it to me himself. i think he usually sleeps on his side facing you, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. go ahead and rub the back of his head, ghost your fingers on the lines of his head tattoos and you'll hear quiet sounds of contentment coming out of his mouth. i also believe that draken LOVES watching sunsets with you, so you both are going to bed after midnight. he's always down for nighttime walks, when the city sinks into silence and darkness. your fingers are intertwined, and he looks at you furtively, smiling. he won't pass up a chance to wander into an alley to steal a few kisses from you. there's no need to be afraid to go out at night when you have a guy like that. lucky you.
TAKASHI MITSUYA
he sleeps in something he sewed for himself. something soft, warm, and a bit too big for him, yet trendy. be his model and he'll make you the best pajamas or nightgown you've ever seen. mitsuya has at least three pillows on his bed and the softness of them is incomparable. the sheets are always fresh and clean and the bed is carefully made. i like to think he's the kind of person who brings you breakfast in bed and watches you sleep softly removing strands of hair from your face and caressing your cheek. i don't know he's just so sweet and caring so pls don't leave his side and try to sleep on the couch after the argument. he's gonna suffer on the floor next to your sleeping figure and trying to at least hold your hand.
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softshuji · 2 years
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3:56PM | HAITANI RINDOU 
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Rindou swears he left them right there by you, right on the sofa, tucked snug next to one of the multitudes of pillows you keep strewn about, peeking out from the side. You had watched him do it, that was the funny thing, watched him take his glasses off and tuck them against the crevice in the sofa before padding to the kitchen in his pyjamas, a hoodie thrown haphazardly on top. 
You had smirked, deliberated for a fraction of a second as you listened to him open the fridge, the faint sound of water sloshing around in a glass, your own outline in the reflection of his glasses. It would be cruel but funny at the same time and it’s not as if you’d keep up the pretence for very long. Just a joke, no?  One look from Ran lounging opposite you, the beginnings of a devious smile curling at his lips, his eyes alight with mischief, was all it took to make your mind up. You grab the glasses and sneak them into your pocket, turning your eyes back to the book on your lap when you hear the deep timbre of your Boyfriend’s voice get closer.
‘Yeah and then I was- wait where are my glasses?’ He furrows his brow, blinks owlishly, pouting slightly and jutting out his bottom lip when he digs a hand into the gap between the armrest and the sofa. ‘I swear I left them right here.’
‘You sure Rin?’ The act comes awfully naturally to you and you add a little extra drama by matching his furrowed brow, closing your book and standing up, patting the sofa down as he sets his drink on the table. It’s almost comic, the way you bend to sweep a hand over the fabric, burrowing it into the creases.
‘Yes I’m sure,’ he says and scratches his head, tufts of purple and lilac wound tight in his fingers. ‘I don’t understand.’ 
‘Maybe you left them in the kitchen my love.’ 
He shakes his head and bites down on his bottom lip, a habit he picked up off you. It’s cute really, and you know how blessed you are to see this side of him. Happier, funnier, looser even, as if the impenetrable wall that he took such pains to keep up had cracked enough to let you in. 
His eyes widen suddenly and he whips around to where Ran has his legs thrown across the secondary sofa, something dark whirling around in the glass perched in his hands.
‘Up.’ Rindou points an accusatory finger at his Brother and stalks over, his figure still that much shorter and you suppress a giggle as Ran all but fails to hide the knowing smirk thrown in your direction. Rindou is still pouting by this point and you have the sudden visceral urge to kiss his lips, smooth the faint worry lines creasing his forehead. He is adorable, that’s the only word for it, as he puts his hands on his hips and looks up at his much taller Brother.
‘What, you don’t trust your own Brother? That’s cold Rin,’ Ran says, sliding the glass onto the coffee table. He holds his arms out as he stands and raises an eyebrow at you over Rindou’s ruffled head, feigning innocence when Rindou glares at him from beneath pinched brows.
‘I trust you with my life,’ Rindou mutters, his hands grazing his Brother’s pockets for anything that might be even vaguely the correct shape. ‘Just not with my glasses.’
He tuts under his breath when he finds nothing but Ran’s wallet, keys, gum and a silver cigarette tin inlaid with his initials, a present from you from years far into the past. You note absent-mindedly, that at no point has he suspected you and the thought has a thrum of warmth simmering in your chest.
‘Where could they have gone?’ And the look he gives you is withering as he squints, his gaze directed towards the sofa in case he’d happened to miss it. His eyesight truly is terrible and you’d feel bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he just looks so cute as he scratches his head, bites his lips and turns on his heels to look at the coffee table littered with cups and books and ashtrays, discarded takeaway the three of you have just finished. 
The tenderness of the moment however, is not lost on you as Rindou runs a hand over his own pockets, patting his chest, his pyjama bottoms, ruffling his soft hair in case he’d left them perched on his head. 
Briefly, a flash of some memory flits to the front of your mind and you soften, tendrils of love leaking into your heart. You remember the days when Rindou was cold and unfeeling, when your acts of kindness had seemingly gone unnoticed, and the concept of having a joke with him was practically unheard of. The days when he was distant as a star you could barely graze with tentative fingers. You hide the smile behind a hand remembering it, comparing it to the easy lifestyle you now have, one in which the love between the three of you blooms as naturally as day and night. It helps that Ran isn’t put out by the concept of third-wheeling, and in fact has bounds of love for you, as he does for his Brother, that he is always there to watch over the two of you, a hand on your backs propelling you forward in that easy way of his.
With a final glance at the coffee table over his shoulder, Rindou pads to the kitchen again, tripping over his feet and cursing, muted whispers of “where the fuck have they gone?” left in his wake. It’s only when you hear the clatter of a cup and the flick of a kettle do you and Ran dare to exchange glances again, both of you fighting the laugh bubbling in your throats.
‘Well played Y/N.’ Ran says in that lilting tone of his and makes to pick up his glass again, stretching languidly on the sofa, his back arched as he sighs, throwing an arm over his tired eyes. 
‘Thank you Ran.’ A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth and your hand shuffles inside your own pocket, pulling out Rindou’s glasses and carefully, silently, placing them in the nook between the armrest and the seat, fluffing up the cushions and picking up your book again in time for Rindou to slink back into the room, his forehead now permanently creased with a tiny crescent moon of stress lines. 
You make a show of accidentally nudging the pillow and Rindou’s eyes (which are straining enough as it is) flick to the gap where his poor glasses are wedged. ‘How the fuck-?
‘I guess you just didn’t look well enough,’ Ran says, watching, his low baritone voice laced with mirth and the sluggishness of sleep. His throat bobs as he removes his arm momentarily to wink at you conspiratorially. 
‘I thought I did…’ Rindou frowns but says nothing more of it when he perches the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the world now sharp and focused. He smiles at you, a warm and genuine smile, marvelling at the sharpness of your features in the gleaming light, your outline now punctuated by soft yellow and the coppery burnt orange of the setting sun just beyond the window.
The fading sunlight, the slash of iridescent pink on the horizon, bled through with purple and red makes his irises seem catlike from here and the colour bleeds through the soft and fine strands of his hair that frame his face, wisps escaping his tied up mullet to kiss the metal frames.
‘You’re beautiful,’ you say almost on instinct and the action catches him so off guard that the only sound he makes is both wordless and strangled, tight and stuck in his throat as he mutters something about you embarrassing him in front of Ran. If Ran heard at all, he makes no indication of it, and instead softly snores, curled in on himself, one hand tucked under the pillow.
That was the first time and since then, misplacing , or rather moving Rindou’s glasses has become a sneaky but favourite pastime of yours and Ran’s. Often at Bonten’s HQ, with you slipping them into your handbag as you passed, or tucking them under the seat, your legs crossed under the chair to keep up the pretence and poor Rindou squinting at practically anyone who dared make eye contact with him.
You’re pretty sure he terrifies the secretary at least twice a day every time they pop a head around to deliver a message, always greeted by the gruff and gravelly voice of your Boyfriend that perfectly matches the glare he shoots their way.
He’ll pat down his pockets, ruffle his feathery hair, look left and right, sucking in his bottom lip till its pulled behind his teeth and every time, you repress the urge to peck his lips, to taste the strawberry lip balm you know he meticulously applies before leaving. 
You truly wouldn’t do it if he wasn’t so cute.
‘Rindou, is there something wrong?’ Mikey asks, the sheaf of paperwork momentarily lowered as he peers up from beneath dark lashes and Sanzu snickers under his breath, attempting to hide his glee behind a hand swirling around a glass of something heady and honeyed.
Rindou jolts in his seat, too focused on trying to see and to make out something other than the vague shape of his boss with his white undercut and black turtleneck, that he doesn’t realize he’s being spoken to till Ran nudges him subtly with his elbow.
‘Hm, sorry, what did you say Boss?’ Rindou shakes his head and Takeomi smirks wordlessly into his glass, his lips curling around an unlit cigarette. Even Kakucho is smothering a giggle when he sees Rindou squint and lean forward in his seat. 
‘Where are your glasses, Rindou?’ Mikey cocks a head to the side, and while it’s rare that he allows himself a flicker of anything other than indifference, this is one of those times in which the beginnings of a smile twitch at his lips.
Yes, Mikey is also in on the joke.
‘I….’ Rindou fumbles, and absent-mindedly his hand strays to his pocket again, only to touch the bare silk of the inside. ‘I lost them.’ How utterly humiliating, he thinks, the heat of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks, licking at his ears.
‘Why have you not gotten contact lenses? This is a regular occurrence is it not?’ Mikey is genuine this time and if it weren’t for the running joke he is very obviously in on, he would have ordered it ages ago. ‘Is it the money? You know that-’
‘No!’ Rindou stands immediately, his hands braced on either of his chair, and so quick to dispel the misconception that Ran has to bite down on his lip and pretend to scratch his neck to crush the smile that threatens to break his innocent facade.
Oh now this is embarrassing. How does he tell them how lame he feels for the fact that he enjoys you sliding his glasses onto the bridge of his nose every morning? That he craves those intimate seconds in which he can have an excuse to stare back at you, to flick your forehead, tuck your hair behind your ear as you trail your hands down his chest, his stomach thrumming with tenderness and warmth. That if he wears contact lenses, there will no longer be an opportunity for you to fix the tie he leaves deliberately askew and then adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, kissing his lips fervently before waving him goodbye, that he snatches those precious moments as a dying man would snatch a mirage in the desert.
But what’s even more humiliating, is the way he’ll drop his jacket on the sofa, muttering a soft and subdued I’m home, listening for the quick footfall that tells him you’re coming down the stairs. He’ll wait for you to run a hand through his hair, pull him by the collars and take off his glasses as his hands slide down to your hips, gently squeezing the flesh as he pulls you into him. And he’ll blow his hair from his eyes, now adjusting to your gleaming outline flaring against the sun’s evening light and his heart will thud against his ribs and he’ll thank every star and a God he’s not sure he believes in for every decision which led him here.
And of course, he’s Haitani Rindou. Ever observant, every sense honed, a living weapon in himself and that means he’d be dumb not to notice you sliding your hand across the table, his glasses gripped tightly between your fingers. Into your bag, into your pocket, conveniently misplaced almost every few days, but turning up all the same, and always with a comical but adorable gasp, your mouth falling open and your eyes dancing with a flicker of light.
‘Y/N do you know where my glasses are?’ He’ll ask, as if he didn’t see you tuck them behind the TV set five minutes before that. And he’ll watch you deny it with an adamant shake of your head, your nose buried in the book resting in your lap and Rindou will quash the smirk and gleeful smile at seeing you deny it all, knowing that you’d just feign innocence for teasing him.
He lets you have it every time, your five minutes of laughter that you and Ran often share for his sake because he knows in his heart, it’s all out of love. Every meticulous thing, every kiss to his nose that has his cheeks turning pink after you adjust the gold rimmed glasses, every giggle and smile and ounce of warmth that slips through your fingers like stardust when your hand touches his hot skin or tucks the errant strands of hair behind his ears. You are the sun, and he is the moon, redeemed by the constancy of your love.
And if being subject to a bit of embarrassment was the price to pay for you, to see your smile as radiant as the sun, to see you throw your head back and laugh, then he was happy to pay it. It was a no brainer for someone as deeply entrenched as he was. 
So yes, he knows, he’s always known. 
He’s Haitani Rindou after all. Your Haitani Rindou at that.
a/n: This is a birthday present for my lovely love @tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang (happy birthday sweetheart<3) I had so much fun writing this, but then again I always do writing for Rindou, I hope everyone else also likes it, thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback so far on everything I write. As always, likes and reblogs are so appreciated<3
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heyimroe · 1 year
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Cute reverse icks with Tokyo Revengers
Content: fluff
Pls don't steal my posts
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Draken:
When he comes back home from work, he lays on top of you and snuggle his head into your neck
Mikey:
He likes to take you on dates at the park or next to a lake. Sometimes he'll take you to fancy restaurants.
Chifuyu:
Chifuyu likes to do petty crime with you, most of the time he lets you do it and he'll be your partner in crime. That's the thrill.
Mitsuya:
He loves making custom clothes for you, whether it's a cute scarf for the winter or a gorgeous dress for the spring.
Baji:
When he finishes making out with you, he keeps the lip gloss on his lips. No matter how much Kazutora and Chifuyu tells him to wipe it off, he'll refuse.
Inui:
Whenever you visit the shop, he'll stop whatever he's doing and give you a quick kiss before asking how was your day.
Kisaki:
He brings you into his office and shows you off to his men. He'll allow you to drink in the bar or have a chat with the interns.
Hanma:
When you two are at home, he'll do the laundry and help wash dishes, mop the floor and fluff the pillows. Whatever he can do to help around the house.
Ran:
He gives you massages every night, even when he comes home late.
Rin:
He likes to chat with you for hours. How was his day what you were doing what he dealt with and you bought.
Shinichiro:
He makes you coffee every morning, sometimes tea and sometimes freshly squeezed orange juice. Literally.
EVERY LIKE AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED BY THE AUTHOR.
Ty.
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delulu-sushi · 3 months
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Prologue - Always by your side
Part 1!
Contains Tokyo Revenger spoilers!!! Season 1 spoilers (Idk which chp those r)
Working title
TW: Blood
~~~This is my first one sooooo enjoy and give tips!!~~~
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You don't know what you're feeling. You're legs are paralyzed and you're stuck in the moment.
Time
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Paused.
Despite the paralyzed feeling, tears roll down your weak, petite face
Uncontrollable
Not just your tears, but the blood dripping Down Down Down His shirt. October 31, 2005, 7 a.m. "Jiro-Jiro!" Y/N knocks at the Sano residence house, awaiting a handsome golden boy. The wind blows her H/C hair in her face as Toman Leader Manjiro Sano opens the door.
Your swore Cherry Blossoms were in the air
"AHHH N/N, did you reaaalllly have to wake me up? A groggy Manjiro steps out the door and quickly closes it behind him as his sister starts to spy on the couple.
"Of course I did! After all, you have that big meeting in Toman today" you mimic Mikey's pouting face and voice as he starts getting offended (slightly blushing bc he loves u hehe), "And I. Can't. Come." You end your dramatic speech by crossing your hands and covering the dorayaki you made him, as Mikey grins while putting his arms around you as tight as he can
Oddly tight, as if he was scared
"Sowwy N/N" the blond says as his messy hair tickle the back of your neck. He trails his fingers down your arms, sending a shiver up your spine and SNATCHES the dorayaki from your fingers, sending you into a shock and him into a torturing laugh.
He loves seeing you all flustered, that innocence in your eyes as you slowly start to laugh along with him. He wants to kiss you right now. Take your pretty lips into his, and cup your small face in his palms, smelling your natural fruity scent.
October 31, 2005, 10 a.m. "Hey, your hoes are out again", your brother whispers into your ears as he rubs the back of your head. You dramatically rise your head from the comfort of your arms and desk, to see two stupid idiots disturbing your lunch. Ran Haitani was flirting with some girl, thinking he was some cool ass dude, while his brother Rindou was psychopathically watching you like a hawk. Honestly, these idiots made you laugh as you silently giggled at the scen with your brother, taking a picture from your poloroid.
You creep up behind Ran and slap him on his back as he falls flat on his face, giving a high-five to Rindou (cus ur a cringy ass mf). "What r u idiots doing at SCHOOL?" You ask them in your sarcastic tone as the hoes look at each other. "What's your boyfriend doing today?" Rindou casually asks You sigh. "He has a meeting- OH DON"T YOU DARE SHOW U-" Ran interrupts you with a low and unusual serious voice , "You- your sure about that?" You pause. Despite being Mikey's enemy, the Haitani's know how much you love them, and they see you as their best friend and lil sis, first and foremost. "Theres a war," Rindou's psychopathic ass casually drops, "And Kazutora's in it". No other words needed to be said. No wonder Mikey was keeping so much from you lately. You knew, you had to be there. "Tell me when."
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Should I continue???
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nerdyagere · 13 days
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More of the Haitani brothers,,,
So Ran is an eepy little guy we know this, I think the way he spends his regression time is super uber chill, he has only a FEW requirements
He's always got his pacifier with him, just clipped onto his shirt and all that, it's comforting for him also its just nice to give it a little nibble sometimes (we have teethers for a reason Ran c'mon smh)
ALWAYS has a blanket with him, he's normally cuddled up in the corner of his couch and just. Ball-ified. He's comfy
Must be wearing a sweater and sweatpants too, nothing else that is his go to outfit
Other than that he's all set, set up and comfy on the couch watching some random show while half asleep, leaning on Rin's shoulder who's probably sitting next to him on his phone if he's not off fulfilling other responsibilities
Also Ran is totally a bedtime story baby, like his favorite bedtime story? "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie"
Rin is REQUIRED to read him a bedtime story before he goes to sleep or he will be UPSET and FUSSY and will be a brat the rest of the day (even if he wakes up not regressed anymore bro will still be upset which fair I would be too smh!)
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eetherealgoddess · 2 months
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TR: ꨄYANDERE TOXIC BF HEADCANONSꨄ
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Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader
Characters are 18+
❦All I gotta say is NEVER try to leave these mfs❦
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Not fully proofread
MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!
Notice:
✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.
✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.
✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.
✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.
✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable
✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
Enjoy!
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Mikey: When you first got together, you honestly had no idea he returned the same feelings as you considering he always wore the same stoic expression whenever you were around. So focused on his family and friends he barely had enough time to spend with you.
Of course, you had no problem with this considering it was not only the beginning of your relationship but better for him to be stuck on family than other lovers. It only became a problem when he didn’t bother to make time with you at all. Not a hang out, date, nothing.
He barely texts and would leave you on delivered quite often. When you tried to initiate quality time, he would either have an excuse or ignore you. He never really showed you off and you doubt anyone would know about you if you hadn’t shown up to one or two meetings.
You wondered why he even accepted your proposal to be his girlfriend in the first place if he didn’t really want you. Finally, tired of everything, you decided to break up with him, face - to - face.
“You’re breaking up with me?” He questions with disbelief. “Yes, Mikey. I do have feelings for you, but this just isn’t working out like I thought it would.” You explained, disappointed with how things turned out.
“You can’t break up with me. I thought you loved me, Y/n. You can’t leave me.” His eyes narrow as he shoves you against the wall. Your eyes widen in shock as your back hits against the hard surface. “M-Mikey, what’s wrong with you? I thought this would be something you wanted!” His hands tighten around your shoulders, nails piercing through the fabric as you wince from the penetration of your skin.
“You’re mine, Y/n.” You had no idea what all he went through to get you to notice him. First, he had to get rid of your ex boyfriend. When threatening him didn’t work, his gang jumped him, beating him to a pulp. Hence the break up text. Honestly, if your ex hadn’t given in, it would’ve been his own death sentence. Next, was ‘accidentally’ meeting you just after the break up, catching you when you’re vulnerable enough to fall for any kind of attention. Third, getting you to chase him by the ‘hot and cold’ behavior. Giving you a little just to give you absolutely nothing in return so you keep yearning for him.
He was so happy when you asked him out, non stop talking about you to all of his friends and family. His plan worked perfectly, until now. “This doesn’t make any sense, Mikey!” You cried out in confusion and slight fear. “It’s not hard, Y/n. I love you and you’re my girlfriend.” He releases you with a smile, gazing at the concerned expression on your face. He gently grabs your hand. “I forgive you.” He brings your hand to his lips and leaves a peck. You begin to question his insanity as well as your own.
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Kazutora: “If you actually loved me you’d let it go!” He says, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he blocks you from slamming your bedroom door against his face. “If you actually loved me then you wouldn’t have cheated on me, Kazu!” You yell angrily as you wipe your tears. You cross your arms as you glare at your boyfriend who’s about to be your ex.
“I didn’t cheat on you! You’re overreacting! We didn’t even have sex!” You scoff. “So I guess I can just flirt with my exes and then complain about our relationship to them, huh?” He glares with tears in his eyes. “It’s your fault for not paying attention to me, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to ask for affection if you’d give me enough.” He crosses his own arms. You stare back in disbelief.
“Are you seriously trying to make excuses for emotionally cheating on me with your ex?” “It’s not excuses when it’s the truth. I just wished you loved me as much as I love you. You clearly don’t care about me otherwise you’d give me attention.” You hold your hands up. “I’m fucking done.” You say before walking out of the bedroom. His eyes widen as his heart begins to pound.
“Done with what?” He follows after you. “Done with you!” You growl as you grab the doorknob. Before you can open the door, you’re yanked back so roughly that you fall on your ass, staring at the man crawling on top of you and pinning you down as the tears spill out of his eyes.
“Y-you can’t leave me, Y/n. You won’t! I love you so fucking much! If you really loved me, you wouldn’t leave so don’t break my heart. I don’t know what I would do.” You stop yourself from crying with him, gazing at his pretty, pitiful face. No, I can’t fall for it.
“No, get off of me.” You hiss. You furrow your brows as his face becomes stoic with wide wet eyes. He wraps his hands around your neck, your hands grabbing his wrists as he shuts off your air supply. You struggle to breathe as you kick your feet, barely moving under him as you try to shove him off, to no avail.
“Baby, I don’t want to kill you, but if you don’t show me that we can work this out then I’ll have no choice. It’ll be so romantic, you and me. You die by my hands and I die right after so we can lie here together.” You immediately nod your head.
“W-we can!” You croak out, finally gaining a huge breath of oxygen once he releases you and wraps his arms around your body, hugging you tightly. You cough as the tears finally spill.
“Tell me you love me, I need to hear it please.” He cries against your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. “I love you.” He rocks you both as he kisses your forehead. “Good. Good. I’m so glad because I love you too.”
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Ran: You couldn’t believe how your boyfriend Ran would blatantly flirt with different people in front of your face. It didn’t matter if it was a cashier, waitress, waiter, your friends, his friends, anyone who was around he would begin to flirt with them as you watch angrily. What makes it worse is that, he doesn’t seem to care much when you react. He just gives you that sly smile and says, “You jealous?” Otherwise he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
At the beginning of your relationship, it didn’t matter so much considering you only just began dating and neither of you knew how serious it would turn out so you didn’t want to be ‘overbearing,’ even though deep down you knew that it’s not you overreacting but it just goes to show how little respect he has for you. Especially since you’re a year into the relationship, and you’re currently on a date with your boyfriend and apparently the waitress who just decided to sit in the same booth.
You missed the way his eyes would peek over to see exactly how you were feeling, finding delight in the fact that you were so bothered over his attention focusing on someone else. It was his own little experiment. Considering he loves attention, specifically from you, it really sends blood to his cock to see your angry face. The fact that you would get so mad that you would yell at him afterwards only turned him on. He gets off to seeing you angry, upset, whatever as long as it’s toward him. And you continuously take it because you can’t get enough of him.
Finally, you shoot up from the table and walk off, walking towards his car. He follows you, hopping into the driver’s seat as you sit with your arms crossed in the passenger’s seat. He begins to drive you to his apartment, holding back his smirk.
“I think we should break up.” His grip on the wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing before he glances at you. “No you don’t.” You turn to him. “You can’t tell me how I feel. Take me to my apartment. I’m tired of your behavior. You wanna flirt with everyone so bad then you can be single.”
There was a moment of silence, a pause of pondering as he stares at the road. This wasn’t a part of the plan. This has never happened before. Usually you let it go after an argument and you both make up in the bedroom. “We’re done, for good.” Something snaps in him, squinting his eyes as he slams on the brakes in the middle of the road, your body thrown against the seatbelt as your eyes widen. You grab onto the door as you look at him. “What the fuck, Ran?”
He then slams on his gas pedal and takes a different turn, taking the interstate and accelerating the speed as his foot presses the gas pedal. “RAN! SLOW DOWN!” You scream in terror as you watch his speed go from 40 to 100 within seconds, only continuing to go higher as he passes the cars, purposefully going lane to lane to make it worse for you.
“Not until you take it back.” You gasp. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re gonna kill us!” He chuckles before frowning and glancing at you. “Doesn’t matter if you don’t take it back.” “Ran, please!” You cry as you see his speed reaching 130. “Take it fucking back, Y/n.” He growls. “I take it back! I take it back! Please, just slow down! I-I made a mistake just, please!” Finally, he gradually slows down, hitting his brakes as you breathe heavily, body still trembling when he finally slows down to five over the speed limit.
“Let’s head home so we can rest, yeah?” You nod your head, gripping the seat as you look ahead.
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Rin: You’re so tired of the constant nitpicking of your flaws. You’re tired of receiving insults by the person who’s supposed to love every part of you. You have the understanding that obviously, just stating an opinion or giving critique to something is fine but when someone is just outright picking every single thing they can see wrong with you, it can be overwhelming.
Then when you try to leave they make you feel like you can’t live without them. How can you handle everything on your own when you can’t even handle little things. You’re a bit of a dimwit who can’t do things on your own so how would you be able to survive without the help of your generous boyfriend?
Rin makes you feel like you’re holding him back. He takes the time out of his day to help you out. To be there for you. How could someone like him go out of his way to help someone as low as you? Who else would deal with you. Who else would be there to help and protect you? Who else would be there to look after you because clearly you can’t look out for yourself.
Of course, your friends tell you how it’s all an illusion and he’s manipulating you. You believe them, but you believe him as well. Until, finally you decided that you didn’t want to feel like shit anymore. So you ask him to come to your apartment.
“Rin, I don’t like the way you make me feel. I love you, but I don’t think that this is working out.” One of his eyebrows raise as he leans back in his seat on the chair in the living room, taking a sip of his beverage and readjusting his glasses. “You think I like the way you make me feel? You think you can just use me and leave, Y/n?” Your eyes widen. “N-no! It’s not like that! I never used you.” “Oh? How did you get everything you own now? How did you get the clothes you’re wearing, the money in your bank account, the apartment you couldn’t afford if it wasn’t for me?” He smirks.
You could only stare as you pause in thought. Damn, have I been using him? But I never asked for any help and I was grateful and I truly love him. Have I been so mindless? So unaware? “You really hurt my feelings, babe. How could you do this to me?” He questions, his smirk turning to a stoic gaze. “Rin, it’s not like that, seriously. Look, I just want to be treated better. So we can’t be together anymore.” He sets the cup down, gripping the chair arms as he sits up in his seat, his arms resting on his legs when he releases.
“This isn’t over until I say it’s over. After all, you need me. You should be happy that I’m willing to stay with you after everything you’ve put me through.” “But-!” “Look, I’m going to give you some space to breathe and then we’re going to go on a date. It’s okay, Y/n. Really. I forgive you.” “Rin, I’m serious! I-I’m breaking up with you.”
You yelp as you duck your head just as the glass shatters from the cup, liquid oozing down the wall behind you. You look at him with your mouth agape. He stands up, brushing himself off with a bored look on his face. “I’m gonna pick you up at seven o’clock. Be ready for me, yeah?” He says, giving you a side eyed glance before walking to your front door and walking out, shutting the door behind him as you’re left gazing at the space in front of you in shock.
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Sanzu: “Sanzu, I can’t do this anymore. I-I’m not cut out for your kind of lifestyle.” Those were the last words you got to say before you found yourself hiding in the mess of clothes from your closet after you heard the glass shatter from one of the windows in your apartment. You thought a phone call would suffice considering you know how your former boyfriend gets so you could be at a distance.
When the line went dead, you knew that you might’ve fucked up. What you didn’t expect was for him to already be at your apartment. You had no idea why or when he came over but he had been hiding somewhere outside considering the shot rang only seconds after the call. Scared out of your mind, you could barely think, running to your closet knowing that you would be dragged out soon. You accidentally dropped your phone in the living room so you couldn’t call anyone for help.
Somehow you still love this pretty maniac, though you just couldn’t bear with the guilt of knowing that you’re with a murderer. You had only just found out about his body count recently when you got curious enough to look in his phone. At this point you would’ve rather had found him cheating, though you found old files and information on it, realizing that it was actually his work phone. You had no idea he works for Bonten.
He completely lied to you about his whereabouts and place of work. He acted normal, as if he had never killed anyone. How could he be okay with himself? How could you still want him? You fought yourself on whether or not you should pretend you didn’t know anything, which you tried, only for the guilt to eat you alive. Especially when you snooped in his office when visiting his home and saw the terrible ways he murdered the victims. Those same hands touched you every day.
You jolt as you hear the door to your room being kicked off of its hinges. Before you knew it, the closet door swung open revealing the pretty man in all his madness, an angry look on his face. You scream as he shoves all the clothes off of you and snatches you out by the bicep, gun still in one of his hands.
“SANZU PLEASE!” You scream as he throws you on the bed. He crawls on top of you, setting the barrel of the gun to your head while his other hand wraps his fingers around your throat.
“Shh, shh. It’s fine. It’s okay. Just breathe.” He cooed as you listen, breathing heavily as you try to calm down, not wanting to get shot. “You’re so beautiful like this, Angel. Stop crying, okay?” You whimper as you try to hold in your cries, anxiety high as you stare into his crazed eyes. “That’s my good girl.” He smiles.
“You’re gonna keep being good for me, yeah?” You nod your head frantically, tears still falling as you continue to hold in your whines. You wince as the gun cocks, his finger against the trigger. “You didn’t say what I think you said, right? You’re not breaking up with me?” You shook your head. “N-no I’m not, I just freaked out. We’re still together, I swear!” He nods as he removes the gun, though with the weapon still in his hand, he pulls you up by the face and gives you a passionate kiss. Moving his lips against yours as you fearfully kiss him back, his tongue entering your mouth to explore as saliva drips down your chin. He pulls back and leans his forehead on yours.
“It’s good that you know who you belong to.”
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messxworld · 2 years
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Crowded Subway - TR Men
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Summary: Headcannons of Tokyo Revengers Men being with you in a crowded subway.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, crowded subways, some creeps, fluff but still little bit flirty, small kisses, Rin being my no. 1 mean bf trope, Kakucho being a lovey boy. Me having a thing for calling Kokonoi “Mr Money Maker” and “Mr Koko”. Some violence, cursing, I finished this not too long ago (made this in like 2hrs?), no proofread and also I put this out before the big ass angst shit I have. If I missed something pls let me know!
Mess Notes: Here I come with a new headcannon! I hope you like it, this came into my head due some experiences I’ve seen on the subway. Also things I want to happen to me in the nasty crowded subway hours.
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Rin Haitani
It was a Wednesday in the evening, Rindou decided to pick you up from your painting classes because both of you have a date and the subway it was a good choice to get both of you to your destination.
For him it was very uncomfortable because anybody could make him some space like he’s used to in the streets of Roppongi.
As the mean bf he is, always will use his attitude. He’s so shy to ask you to hold onto him, kiss him or to pay attention to him without using degrading words.
Rin would stand behind you, wearing his murderer-like expression while holding your waist. If somebody tries to get closer to his baby is over for them.
Only soften ups a little bit when you turn around to kiss his cheek.
If somebody tries to touch you is their death end. He’ll push them and destroy their whole being on that “small” push or smack of their hands/head.
“Get the fuck out of our sight before I break all your joints”
“Hold onto me, I don’t want anybody to think I’m dating a walking chaos”.
“Are you blind? Aren’t you seeing that my girl is trying to get out?” Rindou spats furiously to the male that pushed you, making you trip and almost fall if Rin wasn’t there to hold you “You better keep an eye open, Motherfucker” the male shivers in fear while Rindou gets closer to him and grabs him by the collar “Apologize to her, NOW and after that I’ll beat you for every wrinkle you made on her pretty dress. Got it?” The male nods while he cries for help but as always, anybody will interfere.
Kokonoi Hajime
Mr. Money Maker rarely uses the subway but he went with you because you wanted to go to Shibuya to buy some stuffs with him and have a shopping therapy together.
His eyes glow whenever you get closer to him just to joke about some idiot trying to get your attention.
Kisses you on the forehead just to mark his territory and definitely will talk to you about just getting a damn car/motorcycle so both of you can stop using the subway.
Always has a hand placed on your waist, holding you. Mr. Koko loves to hold you in place whenever there’s people admiring his pretty baby.
He’s chill with you because you have his heart, Pretty boy is
Keeps observing the area, never lets anybody get close to you unless they’re part of your friends or is Inupi. Koko would never let somebody touch you, even if that means he’ll have to walk behind you at every stances.
“They do be enchanted by you, I don’t judge them. You’re a walking treasure”
“This dude is insane, I’d never lay a finger on the walls of the subway if I was wearing that Dior jacket”.
“Just kiss me on the lips, I’d would help me to survive this mess”.
“Just wear my jacket, the day is colder” Kokonoi says after he places his jacket on your shoulders. “Yes, I will. Thanks Koko” You nod lovingly at him before placing a kiss on his cheek and decide take the lead and start walking out of the subway. His jacket proudly showed on your shoulders, making a group of youngsters look at you stunned while Kokonoi just glares at them, walking right beside you. “Don’t worry. We won’t be disturbed today” He lets you know and you only can giggle because everybody better know not to mess with one of the Kanto Manji’s executives or his girl, the road being easier for you to walk as Kokonoi walks by your side, holding your hand.
Kakucho Hitto
Kakucho is more comfortable when it comes to be in the subway. Still, he’s very alert of his surroundings because you decided to wear an skirt today.
Kakucho will put you into the nearest corner and stand in front of you. Not letting anybody have a glance of your legs or skirt, he doesn’t want anybody to try to record you without your consent.
This Babyboy will soft once you place your hand on his scar, he’ll melt on the place. He’s lovedrunk for you.
Looks at you with gleam in his eyes, has a hand above you on the wall and the other is holding your hand.
Places some kisses in your knuckles whenever you get uncomfortable from the creepy man. He’ll deal with them later on.
“I’m looking at you now… Yes, it’s really crowded for a Saturday”
“You look so pretty today” He says after he places some small kisses on your knuckles.
“Nobody will approach you, I’m here for a reason”
“Walk in front of me, I don’t want any of these creeps touching you” Kakucho states before walking out of the subway, both of you arriving at your destination. People make the way for you, everybody staring at him in fear because is not a secret that a Heavenly King is there, every male that tried to approach you was shivering in fear as your boyfriend walked behind you “Look Kaku! Close of here there’s a mochi store, let’s go!” you exclaim while turning around just to see his face, he just lets an small smile creep on his face while you take his hand, happily moving forward to the exit of the station. Never realizing that people were letting both of you pass without any problems.
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gatitties · 1 year
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Not that bad
─Tenjiku x fem!reader
─Summary: you were choking on your own thoughts, luckily a gang of idiots come to save you from yourself
─Warnings: mention of ways of dying, some dark thoughts about life¿
Part one / Part two / Part three
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Saturday, penultimate day of the week, if someone ask you, your favorite day, a Saturday for you is the best combination of procrastinating and enjoying solitude without anyone being able to say anything to you, your parents have the night shift at their jobs so you can stay up all night, but unfortunately you're responsible enough not to break your sleep schedule when you have highschool the following week, at least most of the time you didn't.
In the not so distant past you would cry asking your parents not to leave you alone at night, right now, you prepare everything for them and throw them out of the house so they don't arrive late, you love them very much, but you appreciate the alone time you have for yourself, meditation time, self-care time and time to do embarrassing things without anyone being able to see you.
So like another one of your Saturdays, you brushed off all the to-dos on your list, lying on your bed as you selected that playlist of the same seven songs you'd been obsessed with lately, you turned your mind off to auto mode, you closed your eyes moving your head slightly to the music, from time to time humming the melody or lyrics of the songs.
Although all this had a negative side, you tended to overthink past and future situations about your life, having the most existential conversations of your life with yourself, but you could not keep forever how overwhelmed you felt when thinking about certain aspects of life.
Were you weird? You had never felt any kind of desire with another person beyond a simple friendship, you were not that great with public relations in person and you felt like the black sheep in every possible area, this line of thoughts introduced you to another, what were your qualities as a person? You never felt actively attracted to any hobbies, you had practiced many things, nothing seemed to be your specialty to stand out so you just accepted your commonness, you didn't feel bad about it either, more for not achieving that ambition to become better at a certain hobby.
You began to take your thoughts further, embracing your apathy towards life and its supposed achievements, why were you here? You don't have any goals in your life and you never cared about marking small achievements, everything at a certain point became monotonous at some point in your life that you can't remember, as if you live in a gray world that sometimes has tints of color thanks to certain situations or people generating serotonin.
The music from your headphones began to drown out until you pushed it away in the back of your mind to give way to your thoughts in a more intense way, you could detect that it was better to stop with the train of thoughts about life and death if you didn't want to have to pay more psychologists, luckily, someone did you the favor of getting you out of your dissociative state.
Some persistent knocking made you jump up, you frowned checking the hour, it was quite late at night, late enough that no neighbors came to ask for some spice or something like that. You tiptoed over, clicking your tongue as you heard the pounding on the door not stop, grabbed the bat hidden in the cleaning room and headed for the door.
You wanted to look through the peephole but that person seemed to have covered the vision with the palm of their hand, you raised the bat, letting it rest on your shoulder, quickly moving through the contacts of your mobile leaving your father's number at a touch.
"Get out of here! I'm armed, I'll call the police if you don't leave my property."
"I expected something more threatening and related to death being you."
"What the…?"
You rubbed the bridge of your nose at the voice, you undid the locks on the door with a frown, you tossed the bat aside, crossing your arms at the small group of guys standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces.
"Good night!"
"No good night or shit, may I know, what are you doing at the door of my house at two in the morning? I thought you were thieves although there is not much difference…"
"That is offensive, honey, we are much better than simple thieves."
"Fuck you Hanma," you kicked his butt with your foot as he walked past to enter your house "and the next time you call me honey you'll end up in a barrel full of acid in the middle of the ocean with rocks in your intestines."
"Ah, there are the normal threats."
You rolled your eyes at Izana's words, who settled on your sofa just like Kakucho, the Haitani brothers, Hanma and Kokonoi, occupied every possible free space so you had to sit on the individual chair. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow hoping for a good answer for their strange visit, Ran being the one who answered you with a wink.
"We came to visit you because we knew that you missed us since the last time we saw each other, I know it has been hard to be without me, don't worry."
You nodded with a blank expression, pretending to grab a notebook and point in it with full concentration, writing in the air with your imaginary pen.
"Okay, that's officially on the 'I don't give a shit' list, what worries me the most is how you know I was alone today."
"Oh, you mentioned it in the group chat once."
You sighed listening to Izana, of course you would have commented something, you should stop sharing data like this so easily, although you already had a degree of trust in these guys so it would be fine for now, however you still wanted to know why they were here so late, you asked again but only received vague answers from Rin and Hanma who seemed to mock you while their leader just watched the exchange amused.
"Today's meeting ended late and your house was the closest point of rest."
"Thanks Kokonoi, thank goodness that two of you are not complete idiots."
"Wait, two?"
You smiled when Izana narrowed his eyes at your words, everyone looked at each other and in just a second they started throwing out reasons why or who was the second best on your list, Kokonoi smiled with pride at being above the others in your rank of preference without needing to fight with the commoners of their friends.
All your pessimistic thoughts were overshadowed by the murmurs of discussion between the boys, well, sometimes you enjoyed creating a bit of chaos between them, despite the fact that it was all for the simple joke of knowing who was your favorite, they had insisted so much on knowing and you refused to say.
Unintentionally your little smile became wider, ending in a laugh because they started to say the most absurd things like that your favorite was Hanma because he was the one you threatened the most, or that Rin was above the others for being the adorable little brother of the Haitani, or that Izana should be in your top 1 just for being the leader.
"Well, this is not something we see every day."
Ran smiled genuinely as you choked on your own saliva, trying not to die as you coughed desperately because you laughed too hard at them and karma had to hit you back somehow, all talk stopped when they heard you laugh, admiring you. Even though you weren't exactly attractive when you had a fit of giggles, they felt special to be able to share this little moment with you, because they've never seen you so stupidly happy about their nonsense.
The subject was forgotten when Kokonoi commented something about the gangs, some things that you didn't fully understand, but you didn't care much, since sometimes you prefer to be a spectator in the talks more than anything, the fact is that you completely raved of the main discussion and just started bringing up other random topics of conversation for the rest of the night.
They all had to leave at some point because they couldn't just stay until dawn at your place, even though before you closed the door, after you'd said goodbye, you took a deep breath, a sly smile on your face.
"By the way, the other one was Kakucho."
"Wha- but he barely spoke!"
"Kaku!?"
"It seems that someone is quietly making advances, very cunning…"
You slammed the door, stifling more complaints towards your friend, you laughed when you heard Kaku's defense attempt, but at least you hadn't lied to them, for the moment he was one of the ones you appreciated the most as a friend just like Koko as much as you liked to joke around with the other idiots, you also appreciated the quiet.
You sighed going back to the beginning of everything, lying on your bed with the music at a considerable volume while thoughts flood your mind, only this time, they took on a different hue, maybe life is not as bad as you think despite not having a purpose, after all, you are also proud to be next to your loved ones and see them grow.
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TOMAN VS. TENJIKU BEGINS!
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