#rindou haitani sfw

[sagephilosophie]

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┃ RINDOU H.

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ! ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

𖧧 Tags : SFW, high school theme.

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ϟ Crush!Rindou whom you took a liking on ever since he started going to your high school with his brother after their time in juvie, they earned immediate popularity then and gossips spread like wildfire how their rich father bribed the principal to enroll them.

ϟ Crush!Rindou that couldn't care less about the whispering in the classroom going over his gang life and recent fights, your friends were warning you not to go near him because of his sadistic nature, but observing him doodling something boredly in his copybook made you think,"He is pretty cute though..."

ϟ Crush!Rindou that joined the school's football team on the first try and kept skipping classes frequently, so you eventually began showing up at every practice and game to watch him play.

ϟ Crush!Rindou who was the indirect reason the entire football team teased you after every match for not missing a day, one of them being a classmate that started a rumour how you liked him instead, but you brushed all of them off saying you just like the sport.

ϟ Crush!Rindou who ignored you the whole time, all he did was take any water bottle or towel you handed to him, and didn't even answer your compliments or small talk about the game, unlike his brother who sits in the stands with you from time to time, and immediately catched on to the hearteyes you were giving his brother, although, with the no-change in Rindou's behaviour, the former likely didn't tell him.

ϟ Crush!Rindou that kept testing your patience with his indifference, after everyone you know has noticed you had a crush on him except Rindou himself, so you stopped showing up at the football pitch since it's useless at this point.

ϟ Crush!Rindou whom you managed to get your head off of for the rest of your highschool years, only until the final week before graduation, when it occurred to you that this is perfect time to visit the stands one more time.

ϟ Crush!Rindou that was the only one in the field by the time you got there, doing some tricks, and as expected didn't acknowledge your existence, until he heard clapping after his football juggling.

ϟ Crush!Rindou that spoke to you for the first time since his arrival and asked if you wanted to try, you said yes and joined him, but the ball couldn't balance and he was starting to mock you.

"One would think you learned something from the time you spent watching me."

"I wasn't watching you."

"Oh yeah ? Why do you only look for me when the whole team surrounds you then ?"

"...you noticed ?"

"It's hard not to, besides, Ran told me."

"Huh... Then you were giving me the cold-shoulder on purpose ?"

"Mhmm answer this, what are your plans after highschool ?"

"Go to college, pursue a career..."

"Well, i saved you time i could've wasted, all i plan to do is rule Roppongi streets with my brother, you could guess how i'll be a terrible partner."

"I didn't necessarily want you to be my partner... maybe you're taking this the wrong way, with your athletic skills and talent there's a better future than you think still hiding, i would know that, i've been observing you..."

"Yeah, stalker."

"I'm serious! There's at least one thing you want to do later on..."

"I think probably, own a night club."

"See ? You do have a goal, then what was that about distancing yourself again ?"

"You're still gonna regret getting close to me."

"We don't know that for sure."

"There's only one way to find out, what will you be doing after graduation day ?"

"Nothing, you ?"

"Also nothing, should we go do nothing together?"

"Good idea."

ϟ Crush!Rindou whom you managed to talk him into finishing his education and has finally became your ever loving boyfriend throughout college.

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@sagephilosophie

[rindouspuppygirl]

music lover rindou x reader

rindou loving music is soooo so cute. i love dj rindou too much

i feel hed definitely love mixing his own songs, singing, and playing instruments, too... like hes so deeply in love with it.

it makes me turn into goo imagining rindou writing and performing a song for you... and he knows its like, so cheezy and his face is red as he asks if he can. but he puts his whole heart into it

rindou definitely hugs you tightly afterwords after too while you totally dont cry from emotion bc thats so fucking sweeeeet

[devilgirlnq]

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𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏. 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒆!" 𝒐𝒓 "𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓!!" 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕, 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉.

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𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄. 𝑨𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕-𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒏-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔.....𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒊'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒊. 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆! 𝑯𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

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𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 ��𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒚. 𝑺𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒈𝒐. 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔.

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𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔.

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𝑵𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇. (𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕)

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[nerdyagere]

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!)

[geltears]

reminders & other things

Ran Haitani x Reader

You and Ran have a complicated relationship, Rindou decides you’re good company too

/this was supposed to be Ran x reader but I accidentally wrote it where Rindou can be an option too;)

It’s a bad habit of yours— letting yourself in, you mean. You think that one of these days you’ll walk in and find Ran wrapped around some other girl and silly little you will get your feelings hurt, but you guys are just friends. And you suppose this too has a become a habit in the way you hold your breath until you clear the corridor and confirm (& decide) you’ve survived another day.

He’s not even here, you realize and it’s funny how you know exactly where his bathroom and laundry room are to check. Rindou’s not here either, though you’re not sure why you’re surprised because the brothers seem to have some sort of arrangement; traveling around as a duo and like when you swore there was a telepathic link they shared— one that you must have been painfully unaware of— it’s just not natural for people to coincidentally do everything together. But you also suppose it’s not a bad thing, Rindou’s never been a big fan of you anyway.

You pause in your frantic state of worry when your eyes land on the younger haitani’s bedroom door and you wonder, what does he think of you? The reality (one that you’ve yet to accept because you’d like to treasure what you and Ran’ve got going on— whatever it is), is that Rindou probably doesn’t even know your name. You’re his older brother’s friend. You’re muttering about nonsense, you realize, and you’re shivering too so you suppose it’s time to go.

You poke your head into the makeshift mini library and sigh when you see that there too, is empty. Ran is a busy man, you decide, and you’re sure he’s got better things to do than sit around and wait for you to swing by. His math book is quickly returned to his study table— after all, that is why you’re here, to return a book and only that.

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The next time you’re there, Rindou meets you in the hallway outside their apartment door. You don’t hear his heavy steps since your head is bent as you struggle to decipher which key opens the door; you’re mumbling curses about his brother too, he notices once he’s a little closer. You flinch when an arm reaches out from beside you, brushes your thumb accidentally and takes hold of the door knob instead. He says your name then, followed by something else but you’re too caught up to catch the last line.

When you blink and finally come to, he’s holding the door open for you, still speaking to you. “Did my brother call you over?” he asks, you don’t miss the quirk in his brow. You nod a little too quickly and speak even faster, “No- well, we’re just going to study together.” Rindou only hums, something laced with disapproval and understanding.

“Ran will be back soon,” he tells you before wandering off to the confines of his room.

And he takes exactly fifteen minutes because on the thirteenth minute you bit your tongue, causing you to yelp foolishly in both shock and pain. Rindou had rushed to your side, headphones still wrapped precariously around his neck and he took in your sight with wide eyes as you held a finger to your mouth. He had laughed then, more at himself than at you, perhaps at his childish haste or the funny beating in his chest.

You know he’s in the living room, confirmed when you hear an all too familiar mirthful chuckle, followed by a harsh slam of the door. “Your girl’s in the kitchen,“ says Rindou, to which Ran simply shoots back, “not my girl”. You hear his approaching footsteps, fast and heavy, and you know he’s got a tick in his brow, even before he rounds the corner to face you. A wide grin stretches across his face as he nears you, one slender arm outstretched towards you and once he’s closer (close enough that you can now smell the traces of perfume on him— a scent that isn’t his) he loops his fingers around your waist, pulls you into him until he’s too close.

He watches you for a minute: lets his eyes trail over the furrow in your brow, the slight purse of your lips too before he sighs, shaking his head as he does so. “I made you wait, something came up,” he levels his face with yours now, “Sorry.” You offer him one of your gentle smiles, unconvincingly, and pry his hands away from your sides.

“I know- it’s fine, really,” but your back is facing him now so Ran doesn’t quite buy it. Still, he decides to drop it, eyes now narrowed at where you’re fretting over something on the stove. He spots the box of craft mac’ n cheese— because that’s really all they’ve got in the house— and makes a mental note to go grocery shopping.

He huffs out a sight again but you don’t spare him a glance this time. “Y’know, I brought takeout,” he tells you.

Ran knows you’re going to finish making it anyway. You’ll join them in the living room later, assume your usual seat next to him. And you do, because that’s just how it’s always been.

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It’s a week or two later when you finally catch one of Ran’s texts (one of many but the only one you happen to see/respond to) between your afternoon shift at the small, corner shop bakery you work at and your after-work jog. You decide to skip said jog, just for today.

Your absence is catching up to him, you see, because you haven’t been to class in a while. Rindou noticed it too when Ran denied him the seat next to him for the third time that week and when he turned, promptly at the end of the lecture, it was still empty.

You find yourself at Ran’s apartment, once again, clumsily flipping out your phone to dust off the flour on your cheek and check that it’s only on your cheek. Today, however, you don’t have to knock or search for your copy of keys because Ran opens it for you with a toothy grin to greet you. He spots the bag in your hand then, registers the smell of lingering flour and pieces things together.

“I brought pastries,” you tell him once you’re inside. You anticipate Rindou’s sudden appearance but it never comes. Ah, he’s not home right now. You let Ran loop the bag around his fingers, carry it over to the table where he’s already got an array of dishes he made himself and you realize, he’s outdone himself. Because Ran doesn’t even know how to cook like that. He laughs at your quirked up brow, “Hey- I told you I could cook a few things.”

He reaches for the chair next to you, proceeds to offer it to you. “Obviously,” he grins, “It’s not as good as your cooking.”

Ran’s not one for nonsense conversations but he still lets you indulge him in your silly stories about work and your mom and whatnot. He welcomes the random outbursts of joy when your hand stretches across the table to grab his, occasionally opting to ghost his knuckles instead and swipe at the dish in front of him.

He’ll offer you a change of clothes when you’re done and when you accept, he’ll ask you to spend the night with a knowing twinkle in his eyes. Of course, you’ll accept that too because that’s how it always goes.

[mellosthebest]

Silly little!rin being sleepy but not being able to sleep without his big brother cg!ran

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Bonten with a reader who is literally a little princess; a girly (something like your tenjiku publication with a hyper feminine reader)

Bonten x Hyper Feminine!Reader

♡ SFW, suggestive, fem reader, fluff, reader likes dresses, skirts, heels, scrunchies, ribbons, bows and all that stuff, reader wears perfume and makeup ♡

Characters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, Mochi, Takeomi

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷

note 2: my brain is simultaneously on overdrive and dead asf lol, this took me forever for no reason

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Mikey

💠 Emo boy and his princess girlfriend lol

💠 He doesn't mind your fashion sense and actually enjoys the pop of color and brightness you bring to his usually dark and bleak life

💠 Keeps you far away from the rest of Bonten, he doesn't want nor need you getting involved in his shit

Sanzu

🌸 Have you seen this man's hair? Bubblegum pink 🙄

🌸 He'd probably want to match hair colors

🌸 He'd absolutely sort through your hair clips and such, arranging them by color and size

🌸 Seems calm but is actually going feral on the inside whenever he sees you in a fluffy dress

Kakucho

🩷 Buries his face in your neck because he loves the smell of your perfume

🩷 Sprays his cologne on a jacket or shirt and leaves them with you before he goes on business trips, better yet he'll leave the whole bottle

🩷 Loves when you leave kiss marks on his clothes, even though the Haitani brothers (and Sanzu lol) poke fun at him for it

Kokonoi

💵 Bought every piece of clothing and accessory you own

💵 Tries heels on before he buys them for you, probably fell while walking in them too

💵 Does your hair for you even though he could definitely pay someone to do it instead, he likes the bonding experience

Ran

💜 Treats you like royalty, you look like a princess and deserve to be treated like one

💜 Lets you run wild with his credit cards because anything his princess wants, she gets

💜 Picks out your outfits everyday and gets pouty if you wear something other than what he picked

Rindou

🩵 Likes when you play in his hair and style it with hair clips

🩵 Let you put makeup on him once....never again lmao

🩵 He'd tie a ribbon on his arm for you, no doubt

Mochi

🍡 Wears your hair ties and scrunchies on his wrists, either you leave them with him or he just snatches them

🍡 Has probably ripped your skirt on an occasion or two, he's very heavy handed but he doesn't mean to be

🍡 Type of boyfriend to lift you up and spin you around just to see your dress flow in the wind

Takeomi

🚬 Refuses to smoke around you because he doesn't want to leave the smell of cigarettes on your pretty clothes

🚬 Constantly checking your closet for new clothes so he can know what not to buy you

🚬 Always finds your hair accessories and jewelry scattered around the house and struggles trying to find where it goes

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[hai7ani]

PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou

sfw

adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day

"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"'The hell's wrong with you?"

Rindou thinks you're stupid.

Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."

He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .

And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.

"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."

"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.

Two unserious brothers.

And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."

The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.

"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.

Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."

He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."

You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.

"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."

You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.

You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.

"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."

It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.

". . . Pee yellow."

He willingly falls into it.

And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."

You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.

Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.

"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"

Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.

"C'mere, baby."

You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.

Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.

Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.

Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .

And he pieces it together.

"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.

You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.

He'll save that for later.

"C'mon, princess."

Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.

Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."

You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.

You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.

In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.

When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."

Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."

He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.

"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"

"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."

You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.

"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."

Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)

You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.

He smiles at it. You smile at him.

And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.

Happy with him.

reblogs are appreciated ≽ܫ≼

[vampzv]

— 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 . rindou, ran

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons of sweet things they do

cw. sfw, reader has no gender, fluff, just sweet haitani household shenanigans

an. something to start this account out with ! this is so self-indulgent, sns ;)) also wanted to make this longer, but my brain went empty.

⤷ Ran, who has such an iron grip on you that you just need to succum to his whims and keep cuddling with him even though it's already way into the middle of the day.

⤷ Rindou, who always wakes you up with your morning drink of choice while giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

⤷ Ran, who rests his head on top of yours when you're standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth, giving you a lazy, half lidded smile.

⤷ Ran and Rindou, who let you take up all the space on the Sofa, your legs thrown over Rans lap, while your head rests in Rindous.

⤷ Rindou, who even though you only want to go to the corner store for some sweets will accompany you because "someone needs to cary your bags".

⤷ Rindou, who creates mixes just for you and sends them to you in the middle of the night with a message reading "Thinking of you".

⤷ Rindou, who lets you fall asleep on his lap while he works on a new mix for some upcoming party at their apartment.

⤷ Ran, who loses himself in your touch whenever you ask him to brush his hair for him.

⤷ Ran, whose love language is physical touch and gift giving.

⤷ Rindou, whose love language is acts of service and quality time.

⤷ Ran, who watches you paint your nails and asks you to paint his too so you can match.

⤷ Rindou, who will intently listen to any gossip you tell him about, his gaze wandering to your lips.

⤷ Ran, who buys anything you point out that you think looks pretty.

⤷ Rindou, who has all your likes and dislikes memorised.

⤷ Ran, who always makes it clear to everyone that you're his and he's yours, by having his arm firmly around you or holding your hand.

⤷ Rindou, who lets you trace the tattoo, adorning half of his chest while he tries not to blush too much at your soft hand, gliding innocently across his abs.

⤷ Ran and Rindou, who are respected and feared by many but behind closed doors, melt into your touch, hoping they never need to leave it.

© vampzv — reblogs are appreciated !

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. (𝟏𝟖+)

INCLUDES | rindou haitani, shuji hanma, takashi mitsuya, hakkai shiba.

CONTENT WARNING | smut, oral sex (fem receiving), hakkai's is sfw

NOTE | another one that nobody asked for! everyone is of age and of course - everything is consensual <3

— RINDOU.

The clock on your bedside table read 10:28am. Neither of you had a care in the world, no work to do and nowhere to be. You were lazily sprawled out on the bed, hands tugging at Rindou's hair as his head moved between your thighs, licking and sucking every last drop of slick you offered up to him.

Your head had lulled to the side on your pillow, your chest rising and falling with heavier breaths as he pushed you further toward a first orgasm, his slow, lazy movements causing soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure to slip from your lips.

He focused his attention on your clit and you flinched, gasping softly as he did something particularly good with his tongue. But you quickly relaxed again as he went back to lapping up and down your folds without quite touching your clit this time, not wanting you to come just yet.

— HANMA.

When you stirred awake from your sleep, your groggy mind made it hard for you to tell if the sensation you were feeling between your legs was a dream or actually happening in real life. But a single half-lidded glance down was enough to answer your question.

You sighed his name as Hanma softly sucked your clit into his mouth, your hands immediately coming down to grip his hair as you bucked your hips forward for more. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping them wide open as he pleasured you, his moans against your clit triggering your own.

It only took a few more seconds for the knot in your stomach to unravel, a lazy, drawn out moan escaping the back of your throat as you came, your hands keeping him close.

— MITSUYA.

You woke up to the feeling of warm kisses on your shoulder and neck, a soft sigh of content leaving your lips as you turned around to face your boyfriend.

"Good morning." he whispered, brushing a strand of hair off your face and pecking the tip of your nose lovingly. You smiled at him and pecked his lips in return, repeating his simple greeting. You let out a little laugh as he went back to kissing down your neck, eventually trailing his affection lower until his mouth was on your nipple. He didn't give you much time to enjoy the feeling though, preferring to use his mouth somewhere else.

Before you knew it he was parting your legs and settling in between them, his palms running up and down the warm skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper in anticipation.

His fingers skimmed across the fabric of your panties before he hooked into them and pulled them to the side, not wasting any time. He leaned down and started with what felt like a chaste kiss to your clit, a small but effective beginning. When your hips chased his mouth for more, he began flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue, first slow and light, then with a little more pressure.

"T-Taka..." You sighed, eyes fluttering close in delight and breathing picking up as you laced your fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes of foreplay you were both ready for more and Mitsuya was aligning himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in. He made love to you, his thrusts slow and lazy, your whimpers and quiet moans encouraging him to keep going.

— HAKKAI.

Hakkai woke up to find you still asleep beside him, your breathing soft and even as you dreamed.

Carefully, he held himself up on his forearm and began pressing soft kisses all over your shoulder and neck, his fingertips tracing lines up and down your arm at the same time. Your eyes eventually fluttered open and you greeted him with a smile as you turned around to face him, the feeling of his lips on your skin having left goosebumps in their wake.

You chuckled as he began pecking your lips and cheeks while mumbling how beautiful you are between each kiss. He eventually moved to hover over you and covered your entire face with kisses until you gently pushed him away from you, out of breath from laughter.

He pecked your lips one more time and you smiled up at him, cupping his cheek with one hand and letting your thumb tenderly brush over his scar.

Then Hakkai leaned down for another kiss, gentler and more passionate this time, only breaking it so he could kiss his way down your body and make himself comfortable between your spread legs.

[kokonoiis]

tattoo canvas── ❝ just like the tattoo you just got, being a part of bonten is was lifetime decision. ❞

Ⅰ. tokyo revengers ft. BONTEN. s. manjiro, h. ran, h. rindou, kakucho, k. hajime, a. takeomi, s. haruchiyo & gender neutral reader ! Ⅱ. drabble / 1.9k wc Ⅲ. tw. blood mention, pain, embarrassment, tears, sfw nudity, sfw but horny undertones, sanzu being cruel to reader as he tattoos reader, cursing, name calling ( bitch ), mention of death / corpses / killing, sadism & masochism, power play if you squint, pain with little comfort, small mention of drugs ( sanzu. ), mention of mocchi but i forgot about him deadass Ⅳ. a/n. i took getting the bonten tattoo and i gave it horny undertones because that's who i am as a person. it's sfw but ,,, well, you know. they're sadistic little shits who love seeing other people in pain. and that's okay, that's what i'm here for. strong warning to read the tw's they might be important this time bestie.

" can this bitch stop fuckin' squirmin' ? " you could hear sanzu's voice cut through your thoughts and the sound of the tattoo gun whirling that made your head spin a little bit. you felt a little pathetic, around all of these important men, shirtless and sat in a dirty old metal chair in the warehouse where a few men lost their lives because of you today. your hand was covering your chest, keeping the skin taunt for sanzu as he hovered over you in between your spread legs.

" hey, that bitch just caught the traitors and killed them all, you should be thankful they were doing your job, " ran's almost cheery voice hummed from somewhere behind you, leaning in forward as he inspected your face. you were trying to keep it together, you really were, but your entire body was shaking from the pain of the tattoo needle repeatedly going into the delicate skin of the center of your chest, and it didn't help that it was sanzu of all people who was doing your tattoo. sanzu, who was most definitely doped up and seconds away from passing out at any given moment.

with a scrunched up face, you tore open one of your eyes to see kokonoi staring down at you, his features unreadable other than a small little smile on his lips. you couldn't be sure of what any of them were thinking, and you'd given up on trying to figure that out a long time ago. " i guess this means mikey's gonna let you into his close ranks, right ? excited about that ? "

entirely unsure whether or not he was just trying to ask you in earnestness, or if he was trying to keep you focused on something other than the sharp, unending pain burning at your chest, you opened your mouth to say something, anything, whether it was a smart retort or just a short answer, but the only thing that came out was a small whimper that came from deep within your throat. you could hear laughter spread throughout the men. even sanzu himself had to stop what he was doing to laugh at pitiful you were right now. you, who was supposed to be so dangerous, couldn't even handle a little tattoo.

" that was actually kind of cute, " rindou haitani chuckled softly as he teased you, squeezing in between his brother and kokonoi to get a look at you. " they're actually really cute when they cry out like that. " something about the way that he said that snapped something within you, or maybe it was the pain of sanzu digging a little too deep into your skin, threatening a blowout even though he said he had done this for a few of the other members and mikey gave the go ahead, and you couldn't stop yourself from feeling the hot tears form in your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as you squeezed your eyes shut so you wouldn't cry as bad. you were crying, you were really crying like a poor little school kid.

" they're crying ? " if you didn't know any better, you'd really think that kakucho almost sounded worried for you, but no one there had any intention of stopping sanzu from finishing your tattoo. this was something that all bonten executives had to go through, almost like an initiation of sorts, and of course you were no exception to this case. but it didn't help that you were shirtless, and you could feel the eyes of seven men staring at your body, taking in the sight before them. a few seemed to be enjoying your pain far, far too much, but you were in no position to reprimand them at this very moment, not when you could barely get out a sentence without whimpering.

takeomi lit a cigarette, tapping his foot almost impatiently as he listened to a few of his coworkers coo over you, sounding more than a little annoyed that he was still here and not half way home right now. you were the one getting stabbed repeatedly by sanzu and he was the one who was upset ? that was just typical of takeomi. but infuriating nonetheless. " aren't you almost done, sanzu ? how long does it take to tattoo someone ? "

" i have to do it right ! " sanzu argued back, his voice dragging on at the last word, stopping only for a moment to wipe away the spilled ink from his masterpiece. " and this is their first tattoo, they're not exactly sitting down for me the best right now, you know ? "

" maybe you're just not the best when it comes to tattooing someone, " ran joked underneath his breath, and you swore you could feel the anger emanating from sanzu, but he was forced to keep quiet as he continued to draw permanently on your skin. you really didn't know what you were going to do if they started arguing while in the middle of your tattoo, but you were also crying too hard to really notice the bickering going on around you. " but you're almost done, so you can breathe easy in a bit. "

" until we pull out the alcohol, " rindou joked, earning a chuckle from his brother, while kakucho sat his hand on your shoulder from the side of your chair, leaning down slightly.

" you're alright, " he mumbled, and you could feel yourself wanting to hiccup from how heavy you had been crying, the tears flowing down your cheeks in a way that you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to. you wanted to kick your feet and thrash about, but you were forcing your muscles to tense up and feel like lead so you didn't do something like that and fuck up the tattoo or, worse, elongate this process even more than it already was.

" yeah, you're almost there, " kokonoi joined in to comfort you from behind you his hand ghosting over your neck, holding your chin and tilting your head back. " just a little more. you can take it, right ? just a little more, and then you're done. "

" n-no, " you finally managed out, shaking your head adamantly. there was no way you could do this, it hurt way too much, but at the same time, it's not like you were given a choice in the matter, anyways. the tattoo was already started, all you could do was finish it now. it felt like your skin was on fire, the pain was so bad you involuntarily shook from it. you couldn't even take any deep breaths, forced to take quick, shallow breaths, making you feel almost lightheaded and claustrophobic in the musty warehouse; the scent of blood never truly gone from this entire place and filling your nostrils.

" pathetic.. " sanzu muttered, shaking his head as he looked up at you through his long lashes, although your eyes were trained on the sickeningly sweet face of kokonoi, as if he would come to your rescue or save you from this. the haitani brothers seemed to revel in your pain, while kakucho and kokonoi aimed to give you some semblance of comfort. and sanzu ? he was making it worse on purpose. " you wanna be part of bonten and you can't even take a little needle ? you're miserable, really. "

" maybe we should toughen you up, " rindou agreed, his voice holding a hint of playfulness as if he were just teasing about something typical, although it was much less of a serious suggestion and much more of a tease aimed towards you. " some pain practice could be good, you know ? can't have you squealing if you get caught by the cops and they decide to torture you. "

" we can do so, so much worse than the cops, " ran laughed softly, and you could hear his footsteps as he walked away from the rest of the bonten executives. finally, after a moment, ran's voice spoke up again, this time further away, carried by the echoing of the warehouse. " boss, the tattoo is done. "

as if ran announcing it to mikey was the sign sanzu was looking for, he pulled the tattoo gun away and turned it off, standing up straight and sitting it down on the roller cart beside him. " it's gonna be cold and then painful. don't be a bitch about it. " was all that sanzu said to warn you as he grabbed a wet rag, cleaning off the spilled ink from your chest. the coldness shocked you, causing you to jump up a little bit, and you felt kakucho's hand on your shoulder tighten just slightly.

then, completely out of the blue, sanzu squirted the isopropyl alcohol directly onto your chest from the bottle, before wiping it off with some soaked gauze. you gasped, letting out a truly pathetic little scream as he cleaned the area almost too harshly for you. you'd been told that the alcohol hurt a thousand times worse than the actual tattoo itself, but it still managed to completely take your breath away, especially with sanzu's cruelty. kokonoi's hand moved from your chin to your cheek, gently wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. the act itself was so much kinder compared to the spinning in your head, almost enough to make you forget about everything around you. you wanted to nuzzle into his hand and cry, but you stopped yourself from doing that.

" sit up straight, " rindou's voice cut through to remind you, and you to your eyes away from kokonoi to look up at him, realizing that mikey was on his way, the footsteps of two men slowly echoing a few yards away from you. you picked yourself up, straightening up as you tried to make yourself look even remotely in control of yourself. you knew without looking that your face was red and your eyes were puffy, and there was a layer of sweat that thoroughly coated your skin, in part because there was no air conditioning in the warehouse. you looked miserable, that much you could already tell. but hopefully mikey approved of the tattoo.

kakucho and kokonoi stood up straight as well, stepping back away from you to be in line with takeomi and the haitani brothers. you wondered for a moment where mocchi was, and if he was going to be coming back for a few more bodies for the rest of you to dispose of. mikey walked around from behind your chair, moving sanzu so he stood in between your spread legs as well, admiring the scrutinizing tattoo on your chest.

" you whine a lot, " mikey pointed out simply, his dead eyes flicking from your chest to your face, and then back down. " but the tattoo is done and it's not that shaky. you can put your shirt back on now. "

reaching for the fabric you had sat in your lap, you felt something drip down from your chest, and when you looked down, you saw a line of your own blood fall from the tattoo down your stomach, before soaking into your pants. " it's gonna bleed a little, " ran mentioned, as if hearing your unspoken surprise. " don't worry about it. "

" welcome to the inner ranking of bonten, " kakucho gave you a look, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. " pray you don't disappoint. "

you figured, just like the tattoo you just got etched permanently into your skin, being a part of bonten was a lifetime decision. there was no going back after this, just finding a way to move forward with all of the blood on your hands, even if it's your own. you had an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach, but as you threw on your shirt and shakily stood up from the chair to approach the men, you refused to acknowledge it.

──kokonoiis 2024

[heartsforyume]

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝘾𝙨 pt1.

first time in a long time doing rindou, im not used to making hcs for this man since i see the haitani brothers as quite sadistic..? but please, enjoy.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE!: this is mostly sfw. nsfw will be put on pt2.

this is short for the sole purpose of being a teaser for pt2

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨:

-I think of rindou as someone who would prefer having a partner who's quite innocent . a prey and victim type of relationship.

-He definitely feels special when you notice little things about him(he tries to hide the fact hes flustered.)

-if your the type of person who apologizes first after a quarrel, he'll be all cocky and say things like "i told you, why didint you listen to me?" ..he WILL feel guilty afterwards and "apologize" for his behavior.

-he loves it when your all bubbly and happy towards him after he comes home from work

(¬‿¬)

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.:

-dont ask, he definitely prefers boobs over ass.

-he loves holding your thigh while driving..(now that i think of it..he loves holding your thigh whenever he gets)

-he'll always back hug you closely when your cooking and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

-he loves laying his head on your thighs. picture this.. "you were laying down on your bed , peacefully scrolling away at instagram. rindou walks in your room, basically begging for attention with how his eyes looked at you you smiled softly and chuckled, "begging for attention?" you say in a sweet playful tone rindou answers as he crawled on your bed laying his head on your thigh "dont be so full of yourself."

-while watching movies he'll always snuggle you close to him.

-when having sex, he'll always kiss your stomach all the way to your inner thigh

-he'll always leave hickeys everywhere on your body, thighs , neck , collarbone etc.

-he'll kiss the parts that he loves.. (basically all over your body.)

this is a teaser guyzzz dont hate me for making it short, pt2 will be long asf TvT

[seichira]

the missiles we fire.

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

pairing : bonten!ran x reader

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

he has never felt this way before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

suddenly, he wants you.

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

he can’t. he shouldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what way, haitani? stringing me along?”

“we never agreed to having feelings—“

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

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

it doesn’t feel right.

it’s not right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“let me go.”

he knows he has to.

he knows you’re right.

he knows keeping you here will only hurt you.

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

“what if i don’t want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

he can’t come up with an answer.

“let me go. please, let me go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“guess so.”

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

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

“give me that—!”

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

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

“you don’t know shit, rin.”

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

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

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

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

“what does that have to do with anything?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i love you.”

“ran, what—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i am in love with you.”

you smile, “and that.”

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

“that, too.”

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

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

[nerdyagere]

I've been gone for a hot second mb now I need you all to hear me out on this one okay (I swear I'm normal)

Regressors!Haitanti Brothers?? Just look at them there's no way they had good childhoods

It's normally Ran taking care of Rindou, staying in their older brother younger brother dynamic, really allowing Rin to experience childhood in a safe, comforting place (I doubt they grew up in a very safe household)

Being able to act like a kid without any repercussions, Rin is quite rambunctious and often gets himself hurt, but it's fine, he'll walk it off and immediately get into more trouble or he has Ran to patch him up

Sometimes it's Rindou taking care of Ran, though it's way more relaxed, regressing is an opportunity for Ran to set aside his older brother instincts for a bit and just, exist

He's normally sleeping or just cuddled up on the couch watching a show, head empty. All while Rin is taking care of everything else that needs to be done and generally tending to his needs, and this really is all Ran needs

[suashii]

— 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁 ౨ৎ

haitani rindou x reader. 2.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ mentions of alcohol ﾉ explicit language ﾉ suggestive ending

something’s off.

rindou has been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tell—something’s off. there’s no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth is absent from his hold. he can’t smell your shampoo, can’t feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot is empty and cold. you’re gone.

he shoots up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sends a piercing throb through his skull.

“ah, fucking hell,” he swears, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezes his eyes shut and snarls at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that strikes his cranium is heavy and loud as if they are beats of a drum. why is his head throbbing?

“are you okay?”

soles of slippers drag against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it’s loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persists but hearing your voice gives him a different sense of relief.

“where’d you go?” he ignores your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou drags his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.

“the store,” you wave the plastic bag out in front of you as you make your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you take a seat on the mattress at rindou’s feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you are sitting cross-legged. “had to pick up a few things.”

“i told you that i don’t like you leaving without telling me.”

his statement comes off as possessive and overbearing, but you know that it’s far from it—in fact, you consider it to be the opposite. though it may not seem like it to outsiders, rindou’s insistence on knowing where you are at all times stems from a place of love; it’s his way of protecting you. your known association with rindou makes you a target for enemies of bonten—and they have plenty. he worries for your safety and in an attempt to not bombard you with security details, rindou’s one ask is that you keep him informed on where you travel without him.

“would you rather i have woken you up?” you ask, picking out the items from the bag and setting them beside you. you hadn’t planned on going to the store but it was clear that you needed to pick up a few things, all of which were for rindou. pain relievers, a green smoothie, and honey graham crackers because you know he prefers them over the saltine ones.

“yes, actually.” he runs a hand over his forehead to brush all of the hair pasted there away.

you smile at his bluntness. in the time you’ve been with rindou, you’ve grown familiar with his direct way of speaking; you’d even go as far as to say that you enjoy it. you never have to wonder what’s on his mind when he speaks so freely.

your nimble fingers work at opening the cardboard box housing the crackers. you grab a sleeve, tear the plastic, and carefully pull out one of the brown rectangles. you hold it out to rindou as a form of apology. “i’m sorry. i just thought you could use all the sleep you could get after last night.”

“about that,” he says, accepting the snack from your hand. he takes a bite from the corner. crumbs fall from his mouth down to the sheet covering his legs but he can’t be bothered to clean up the mess. “what exactly did i get into?”

rindou is having a hard time recollecting the events of the previous night. if you asked him how he spent the rest of his day after work, he wouldn’t be able to tell you much. one thing he is sure of, though, is that he and most of the executives of bonten went out to celebrate a successful arms deal. everything after that is fuzzy.

“mm,” you hum, stealing one of the crackers to take for yourself. you mimic his actions, biting a small piece off from the corner and chewing thoughtfully. “i’m not too sure. ran called me saying that you were drunk off your ass and kept asking for me. so i went and picked you up from the bar.”

he swallows thickly, your words sparking recognition within him. most of it is still unclear, but rindou can piece together a vague picture.

“c'mon, rindou, don’t be a pussy.” sanzu sang from across the man while holding out another shot.

he ignored the glass, opting to flick his pink-haired associate off instead.

“what’s the matter? you lost your touch or something?” koko spoke up from beside him, throwing back a shot of his own. a grin pulled at his lips as he narrowly eyed rindou.

rindou scoffed, practically snatching the drink from sanzu and taking it down in one motion. he turned to koko with a smirk of his own. “fuck you.”

the seemingly never-ending drinks continued to pile on for the remainder of the night. rindou prides himself on having a heavy tolerance, and he does for the most part, but as memories of him calling out for you flooded his brain, it was clear that he had overdone it. not once before last night could he recall a time when he’d gotten so drunk that he was virtually begging to see you.

your lips curl upward at his silence. it’s not often that you find yourself in a position where you hold something over his head. after the events of last night and his uncharacteristic behavior, it would be a waste not to poke some fun at him.

“y'know,” you start, reaching for the pack of hangover relief pills. “i could barely drive home because you kept trying to climb over the console.”

a smirk lingers on your lips as you tear open the small package and shake the medicine out into your hand. you hum and point to rindou’s closed fist resting on his thigh. he catches on quickly, turning his hand over to receive your offer. the tablets drop from your fingers into his open palm.

“i didn’t do that.” rindou denies, tossing the pills into his mouth and promptly swallowing. his throat is parched and he wants to blame it on the fact that he had just taken pills without water but in reality, it’s because the information resurfacing is difficult for him to believe.

“okay, maybe that was an exaggeration,” you laugh. his adamant rejection of your claim only makes you want to tease him even more. “but you’re totally a clingy drunk.”

lilac eyebrows furrow as rindou thinks back to the ride home from the bar.

“rin, cut it out or i’ll crash the car.” you quickly slapped his wandering hand away before returning yours to the steering wheel.

a loud, whiney groan filled the otherwise silence of the car. “why don’t you want to hold my hand?” you glanced over to see rindou’s head rolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat. his eyes were squeezed shut but it was clear that he was frowning at your refusal of affection.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle. was this the same stoic man you had come to know? it looked like a shot too much was all it took to turn him into a nearly unrecognizable and touchy variant of your boyfriend. “i do, but we have to do it when we get home. i have to drive now.”

rindou turned to you with narrowed eyes but there was an uncontrollable grin of excitement tugging at his lips. “promise?” he asked.

you nodded. “i swear.”

as if it weren’t bad enough that you reminded him of that awkward conversation, rindou is beginning to piece together the moments afterward, specifically, when you pulled into the parking garage. if he looked down at his hand, he’s sure he’d be able to feel the ironclad grip he had on you as soon as you two got out of the car. the thought sends a shiver down his spine.

“i am not clingy.” he shakes his head, partly to disagree with your words but also to rid himself of the embarrassing memories.

“hmm, maybe not.” you play along although you have a clear recollection of last night. you figure that his denial must stem from a place of pride because if he had been in your shoes, if the roles were reversed, you're positive that he’d be pestering you about how handsy you had been.

“you’re pretty dependent, though,” you continue. there’s one more interaction you’re itching to bring up. “i’d even go as far as saying needy.”

rindou falls back to lie on his pillow. he has a feeling your statement only means more humiliation for him. despite that, he can’t ignore the tiny bit of curiosity that’s nagging at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

a knowing smile creeps its way onto your lips as you crawl to sit beside him. amethyst eyes meet yours, the brows above them raising in question. “you don’t remember me having to brush your teeth?”

“open,” you instructed rindou, poking his cheek with your index finger. he sat on the lid of the toilet, head lolling from side to side.

your simple direction went in one ear and out the other as rindou ignored your request. instead, he puckered his lips and leaned forward.

“we can do that later,” you assured him, gently pushing him back into his former position. “say ah.” you opened your mouth hoping that he would follow your example.

thankfully, he mimed your actions this time around. tipping his chin up, you began to brush his teeth. the process went smoother than the prep and the man stayed still as you cleaned each of his teeth.

“c'mon, time to spit.”

you helped him up from his seat and led him to the sink. too busy turning on the faucet, you didn’t notice rindou quickly approaching. his lips pressed to the side of your face in an open-mouthed kiss.

“rindou!” you pulled away, snatching the nearest towel to wipe the foam he left behind on your cheek and the corner of your mouth. he’s going to be the death of me, you thought as you tossed the towel into the hamper. you spun on your heel to face your drunk mess of a boyfriend. “i said later.”

“it was later.” his words came out jumbled due to the toothpaste lingering in his mouth. the froth was starting to drip down to his chin.

you sighed. “just rinse, please.”

rindou covers his face with his palms. his cheeks are burning hot; they must be visibly red. he would have been better off remaining clueless about the previous night’s activities.

“i’m never drinking again,” he said through a groan.

“aw, i thought it was cute.” you pull his hands away and flash him a smile. his rapidly beating heart calms at the sight. “but you should probably set a limit for next time. you’re kind of a handful.”

he huffs out a laugh. based on everything he pieced together and your first-hand account, “handful” is an understatement. he didn’t think it was possible for him to act in such a way but it seems that even the inconceivable was achievable.

you pat rindou’s shoulder. “you go shower while i make breakfast. unless you think you’ll need my help in there, too.” you jokingly wiggle your eyebrows.

he smirks. “are you offering?”

“god, you’re shameless.” your hand comes down to playfully smack his bare chest. you jerk your head in the direction of the bathroom. “go.”

you make a move to get off the bed and start toward the kitchen, but rindou catches your hand before you can leave. you look at your joined hands and then to him. a glint of mischief passes through his wisteria eyes. “are you really going to make your clingy, needy, handful of a boyfriend shower all alone?”

the flustered rindou who might as well have been wishing the earth would swallow him whole only minutes ago is nowhere in sight. as cute as that unexpectedly soft and affectionate version of your boyfriend was, you’d be lying if you said you preferred it over the side you’d grown accustomed to.

“fine.” you click your tongue. a beat of silence passes before you accusingly point your finger at him. “but i’m not doing all the work like last night.”

rindou drops your hand, opting to hold your cheek instead. “of course you aren’t. i’m going to make it up to you.”

thanks for giving this a read! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :3

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Could I please request nswf headcanons for hanma, baji, draken, haitani brothers, mikey and maybe shion (if Ur cool with him) with a busty gf? 😼😼💦

TokRev x Busty!Reader

♡ NSFW, SFW at some points, fem reader, reader is obviously busty, titjobs, mentions of cum, biting, nipple piercings, breeding kink, and hickeys ♡

Characters: Hanma, Baji, Draken, Ran, Rindou, Mikey, Shion

note: Thank you for requesting anon 🩷 hope you enjoy!

note 2: This is the second to last request I'm answering for a bit because I'm working on writing other things!

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Hanma

🏵️ Begs you to get sin and punishment tatted on your boobs

🏵️ Has his face buried in your chest no matter where you two are at

🏵️ Likes to hold your tits, he says they look heavy

🏵️ Likes dropping stuff in your bra, like money, jewelry, and weirdly enough pens and pencils

🏵️ Loves watching your tits bounce while you ride him

Baji

🪷 Bites your tits on a daily basis

🪷 Doesn't even mean for it to be sexual sometimes, he just likes biting them because they're soft

🪷 Kisses the bite marks he leaves on you

🪷 If you have nipple piercings he'll gently pull on them with his teeth

Draken

🐉 Another one who likes to watch your tits bounce while you ride him

🐉 Loves massaging them, feeling your soft flesh underneath his hands is relaxing to him

🐉 Has a breeding kink, always imagines how swollen your tits would be if he got you pregnant

Ran

💜 The type of guy to poke your boobs just because

💜 Wants you to get his name tatted on your chest so he can show you off

💜 Likes to squeeze them while he's fucking you

💜 Pulls out just to cum on your tits

Rindou

🩵 He's such a softie fr

🩵 Kisses your breasts all the time

🩵 Massages your boobs and back because he knows they hurt

🩵 Buries his face in your tits while he buries his dick in your guts 🫶

Mikey

🔷 Lays on your chest 24/7

🔷 Loves taking off your bra because he knows you're more comfortable without it and because he has an excuse to see your tits

🔷 Leaves kisses all over your tits

🔷 Also leaves hickeys on your chest

🔷 Whines like a brat whenever you don't let him bury his face in your tits

Shion

🖤 Obsessed with your tits

🖤 Has beaten people up just because he thought they were staring at you (they weren't, he's just an overprotective baby)

🖤 Gets distracted by the way they jiggle during conversations

🖤 Takes him forever to gain the confidence to beg you to give him a titjob

🖤 Whimpers the entire time you do it, telling you to go slower and how soft your tits are

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