#rindou tr

[sapphicshav]

— PAMPERED NIGHTS | rindou haitani.

genre . . . fluff [ event drabble ]

synopsis . . . in which you spend the night pampering your annoying boyfriend, rindou haitani.

note . . . for @corpseslace

"rin babe, stay still".

"no it's cold and it's smells weird"

rindou haitani, a ruthless killer part of a criminal organisation, who flinches at your touch as you plaster black seaweed peel off mask all over his face which is littered with scars. "stop whining and keep still" you mutter placing your hands at both sides of his head to keep it steady. "are you done yet?" he huffs and rolls his eyes, leaning into your touch. "yes you big baby, now don't touch your face". although your instructions were clear, you know how annoying your boyfriend can be. you feel his hand press against your back, scrunching up the material of you cotton shirt and then releasing it from his palm. "what was that for" you questioned, raising an eyebrow at his actions. "i got this shit on my hands when i touched my face, so i used your shirt as a towel". he walks back to the couch with pride, a smirk sewn onto his face waiting for your response. you finally registered what he said, "i hate everything about you" you murmur grabbing the back of your shirt in annoyance.

"i love you too babe"

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev. pt.2

one cont. synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: koko’s is short but FOR A GOOD REASON I SWEAR lol i'm just happy it finally got written after MONTHS of keeping yall waiting. thank you once more for your patience and eagerness to read, hope you enjoy! :)))))

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow , @captaincyberqueen

Stumbling through the entry of his home with the help of the Haitani brothers, a drunk KAKUCHO groaned after they roughly tossed him onto his couch without an ounce of care, the youngest dusting off his hands and his counterpart adjusting his suit with a click of his tongue. “Can’t believe your light-weight ass let that idiot talk you into downing a whole bottle of bourbon.” 

Rindou scoffed. “I can’t believe we got stuck with taking him home.” 

Ran shrugged, heading for the kitchen. “Eh. Rather him than the walking pepto-bismol still passed out at the bar.” 

Kakucho gave another groan, lopsided with his face buried in the cushions. While his brother prepared a glass of water and pain pills, Rindou occupied himself by watching the wallowing man through a pitied lens. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Never seen him drink that much…Think something’s going on?” 

“In our line of work, I can only imagine what isn’t stressing him out.” 

“Yeah but…look at ‘em,” he gestured. “It’s pathetic.” 

“I can hear you...” Kakucho eventually spoke, although muffled in the cushions. 

“I’m aware.” Rindou replied. 

Ran snorted, setting the glass on the coffee table and the bottle of meds right next to it. He then leaned down to turn the dead-weighted drunk over with a grunt, placing him on his side. “There. Don’t need you choking on your vomit,” he pointed at the table, “take those and drink that whole glass. Call Koko tomorrow if you aren’t dead.” 

Kakucho groaned once more, sluggishly reaching for the glass and nearly knocking it over. Rindou hissed as he quickly grabbed it before it tipped over. With an irritated huff he grabbed the front of the younger male’s button up, and hauled him up to face him forward. It was difficult to keep him still, and Ran wasn’t looking to help anytime soon as he smirked at the display. Rindou cursed him and everything under the moon until he finally managed to sit Kakucho upright long enough to put the glass in his hands, guiding it to his mouth. 

He grunted, annoyed, “Drink.” 

The dark-haired gangster stared longingly into the rippling water, cheeks flushed, lips pouted. His mind began to wander, his one good eye glazed over as he gently swayed to silence. Rindou impatiently tapped his foot, “The hell’s wrong with you, drink it already.” 

“Patience, otouto. He probably doesn’t remember how.” Ran mocked, earning a side-eye before Kakucho proved him wrong by gulping down the entire glass. Once finished, he let it slip from his hands, landing on the ground with a sharp clatter. Ran clicked his tongue again, “You were supposed to take a pill with that.” 

“Fuck the pill..” Kakucho muttered, slowly falling back down to his side and curling up as best as his long legs would allow. “Leave me alone..” 

Rindou turned on his heel. “Don’t have to tell me twice-” 

“Actually, now I wanna know. Someone like you doesn’t indulge our activities, let alone participate. So, what gives?” 

Abruptly stopping in his tracks, Rindou turned back to shoot his brother an incredulous look, shocked he would reopen the door that was closing. He was ignored as Ran leaned against the back of the couch wearing a sly grin, feeling particularly nosy all of the sudden. Having never witnessed this side of his superior, it piqued his curiosity. Kakucho didn’t respond, didn’t even move. Ran would’ve guessed he passed out if not for the occasional hiccup he heard.

Rindou sighed heavily, since they didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon, coming back to sit in a chair with crossed arms. Ran continued to push until he found the correct button. 

“Was it something that happened on the job? Mikey scold you for not restocking his snack cabinet? The dry cleaners not press your suits correctly–Let me know when I’m getting warmer.” 

“I said leave..me alone…” Kakucho slurred, “I wanna [hic] be alone…” 

Ran hummed, unphased. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned. C’mon, we got you home safely, I feel like we’ve earned an explanation on what made the pristine number three fly off the handle like this.”

No amount of teasing was going to break Kakucho. At least, not when he’s sober. The aforementioned lightweight always regulated how much he drank because of how decomposed he became, how sensitive he got. Despite his best efforts to remain under control, he was slowly losing his grasp of it the longer those two knuckleheads were in his home. He didn’t want to share what got him so worked up, it was nobody’s business but his own. Sadly, his resolve was fragile from the start, and all it took was a small gust of wind to have it come crumbling down…and Rindou’s input came barging in like a raging storm. 

“Bet it’s about [_____], isn’t it?” 

Kakucho’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, body moving before his brain could catch up as he practically shot up from the couch like a rocket and borderline tackled the lavender-haired man, knocking both him and the chair backward, landing with a harsh thud. The sudden movement caught the brothers off guard, Rin more than Ran for obvious reasons. Kakucho grabbed the younger Haitani by his collar and began shaking him roughly, a furious look upon his flushed face as he practically snarled in Rindou’s. “Don’t you ever say her name, you hear me?! I will slit your fucking throat, you sonofabitch–”

“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Ran swiftly disengaged Kakucho, catching him in a headlock and stepping backward to separate them. But, if he thought it was going to be that easy, he had another thing coming. 

Kakucho elbowed Ran in his side. It did little damage, only making the older male clench his teeth and eat it, still trying to hold him back and calm him down. They shuffled around for a moment until Kakucho made move to bite into Ran’s forearm with all his might. Though the pain was dulled thanks to his jacket sleeve, it still shocked him enough to loosen his grip, leaving just enough wiggle room to escape his grasp and reel his arm back to throw a mean swing. However, due to him still being very much intoxicated, he missed him by a longshot when Ran just took a small side-step out of the way, sending Kaku to stumble and crash into a side table. Luckily the lamp was there to cushion some of the impact.

Rindou clutched his stretched-out collar, brows furrowed as watched the scene unfold from his position on the floor. “..the fuck was that?”  

The ravenette moaned on the floor, but not in pain from the fall. No doubt he’d feel in the morning, but all of his agony came from within at the mere utterance of your name. He laid there in the heaps of broken shards and began to weep, so deeply from his soul that it stunned both brothers to an awkward silence. His body trembled with each cry, mumbles of your name smothered in with the wails as they echoed through the empty house. They watched him for a moment before exchanging looks. Ran made a silent gesture to leave, but Rindou merely shook his head with another sigh. There was no way they could leave now, thanks to him…

Scrambling up to stand, Rindou gestured for his brother to handle one side while he came to the other. Together they were able to heave their superior off the floor, careful not to cut him or get cut from the scattered lamp pieces. He weakly fought against them, still blubbering like a newborn until he eventually gave up, most likely from exhaustion. They hauled him back to the couch again, only this time setting him down gentler than they did the first time. Kakucho’s face fell into his hands as he continued to sob, shoulders shaking as he poured hours' worth of pent-up emotion right onto the palms. Ran scratched the back of his neck, mildly perturbed. Rindou stood with his arms crossed, frown heavy. “See? Pathetic.” 

“Careful. He might attack you again.” Ran warned sarcastically, Kakucho rapidly shook his head in protest. 

“I-I won’t.. Forgive me, I don’t..I don’t know what came over me..” he said, meekly, ashamed. “I just..when you said her name, I remembered she…s-she..” 

Ran’s eyes widened a fraction, “What, she died?”

Kakucho shot him a tearful glare, sniffling as he firmly said, “No. Don’t say such a thing so casually.” 

He threw his hands up. “Hey, don’t blame me, ‘m not the one who suplexed a lamp because my ex’s name was dropped. Nearly ripped my poor, little Rin’s head off, too.” 

“Shuddup, man.” 

“I’m just saying that-”

“She had a baby.” Kakucho voiced, extinguishing the argument and stunning them yet into another silence. Rindou’s arms dropped to his sides whilst Ran’s brows raised to his hairline. “And...I’m almost certain it’s mine. No..I am certain.” 

His words hung heavily in the air. So much so, both brothers had to take a seat. Rindou stared at Kakucho while Ran stared at the wall, speechless. Until he eventually found the words. “Damn. Don’t know whether to say congrats or condolences. How’d you find that out?” 

Kakucho sighed, drying his face on his sleeve. “I had business in Kyoto to attend to earlier today. When I finished, I stopped by the cherry blossoms, where we...used to go together. That's when I saw her...further down the trail. She wasn’t alone.” 

The visual flooded his foggy mind like high beams, the sight of you wearing a beautiful dress he’d never seen before, glowing heavenly beneath the sun and fallen cherry blossoms. He felt as if he was standing in memory, as if he was in a reality where he was still yours. Kakucho remembered how his feet had a mind of their own, forcing him forward to get closer to you, to speak to you after all this time apart. But, his bubble bursts the second you crouched down with open arms, ready to embrace the child running back to you after attempting to catch falling petals. He froze. You scooped up the child with ease, showering the small boy in kisses to the point his squeals flowed happily in the soft breeze. Kakucho felt his chest tighten then twist, knees buckling the second he saw those bright, crimson eyes staring back at you…it was like seeing an image of his youth. He should've approach you right then and there, to demand answers, to demand explanation, anything to soothe this ache. 

But, he didn’t. 

He was afraid. Afraid of what you’d think, of what you’d say. You kept this from him for a reason, didn’t you? All these years, and he found out completely by happenstance. Had he not gone out there, would he have ever known? Would you have told him? Maybe you didn’t think he was fit to be a father, maybe you did this to keep the child safe. Maybe you no longer believed that he could keep either of you safe… 

It tore at him, from the inside out. No matter how he tried to ignore it, the ache grew into a throb, and the throb into a chasm that only the bottom of a bottle could satiate. And even then, all he could think was how much he failed.   

The brothers exchanged another look, having no idea the kind of demon their superior was dealing with. Despite not caring too much about it, they still felt bad. What man wouldn’t be devastated, especially given his background and how he grew up. Ran gave a low whistle. “That’s…rough.”

“Yeah. Wish you said that instead of trying to kill me.” 

Kakucho rubbed his face, embarrassed. “I apologize...truly.” 

“Tsk. Apologize to the lamp.” He shrugged it off, not holding a grudge over it. “You know, you can just reach out to her. Even if it’s to hear her say she wants nothing to do with you, that’s closure at least. Because this, what you’re doing now, is pathe-” 

“Pathetic, I know, I heard you the first damn time.” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the effects of the alcohol start to simmer out, and a headache closing in. “I suppose.. you’re right. If she doesn’t want me in her life or his then…at least she’ll know I’ll always be here if she needs me.” 

Ran offered an approving nod, opening his mouth to say his two cents only for his phone to interrupt him. The specific ringtone made him close his eyes in immediate annoyance: Sanzu. Sighing heavily through his nose, he reached into his pocket and answered, “What-” 

“YOU BASTARDS JUST LEFT ME HERE?!”

RINDOU was used to the stares he’d get at the gym, but this was new for him. 

After completing another hundred reps on the bench press, during his cooldown he noticed his small audience gaping at him in awe from a nearby machine. The little boy gasped at being caught, ducking behind a weight twice his size before peeking over it, only to completely disappear when he saw Rin still looking his way. 

He huffed through his nose, amused. But, he elected to ignore it. No harm in letting the little guy get some inspiration for future gym goals. After a quick break, Rindou prepared for his next set, setting his water down and adjusting his headphones. Laying down on the bench, about to lift the bar off the rest, he noticed the little boy in his peripheral, peeking over the weight once more, large eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn’t help the small grin tugging on his lips, prideful to have such innocent admiration compared to the usual thirst from onlookers he was accustomed to. 

However, it made him wonder…whose kid was this? 

There wasn’t a children’s area in this particular gym, let alone many that were brought, so someone had to be looking for him, right?…and there’s no telling how long the little boy’s been following him. The parent must be worried.

But it wasn’t his problem. 

He was there to workout and leave, not worry about someone else’s ankle-bitter, no matter how adorable. 

Unfortunately, Rindou made the mistake of peeking back at the boy, seeing him trying to imitate his form with his little arms, face scrunched in concentration and tongue sticking out. He nearly dropped the weight on himself at the sight, losing his own concentration. Kissing his teeth, he set the bar back on the rest, snapping the little boy from his focus. Although Rindou’s brow was furrowed, he wasn’t too annoyed at the interruption, sitting up to finally address his new fan. 

“Oi. It’s impolite to stare.” 

The boy flinched slightly, then looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. “'m s-sorry, mister…” 

Rindou felt a pang in his chest. With an exhale, he stood from the bench and removed his headphones as he walked over to the kid. Crouching down to his level, he took note of how the boy struggled to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the bottom half of his shirt. “Hmph. Guess you can’t learn the correct form without watching someone else. You trynna build muscle, too, little man?” 

Like flipping a switch, the boy’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head excitedly, tiny fists pumped. “Yeah! Wanna have huge muscles! Get big and strong like the heroes on TV!” 

He raised a brow. “Yeah?” 

“Uh huh! But-But you’re bigger, mister! Like,” he extended his arms as wide as he could, “SUPER big.” 

He grinned, smug. He liked this kid. “Damn right. But, you know, in order for me to stay this big and strong, I have to focus on my workout. And I can't really do that with you watching me like a hawk."

The little boy's mouth formed an 'o' before he covered it with his hands, sheepish as he looked at him with guilt, "Uh oh.."

Rindou shrugged, "t's fine, I ain't mad," creeped out, but he doesn't mention that. He looked around for a second, trying to see if there were any indication of someone appearing frantic or distraught. When he came up with nothing, he sighed, "How about this: Lemme finish my last set, and then you and I find your dad or something. Deal?"

The boy lit up once more, "C-Can I help?"

Rindou raised a brow, "Help, huh?" The boy nodded, eyes big and bright, and hopeful, and dammit. How can he say no to that face? He kissed his teeth, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, sure. You can...help keep count, I guess. How high can you count?"

"To a million!"

With a snort, Rindou merely shook his head, standing back to his full height to walk back to the bench with the ankle biter hot on his tail. How he ended up on babysitting duty was beyond him. But could be worse.

One set and a struggle to count past the number 30 later, Rindou held the boy's hand, who he eventually discovered was named Rintaro, as they scoped out the gym high and low to find his father. No matter how many men he pointed to, Rintaro claimed none of them.

Rindou was starting to grow frustrated.

There were still some workouts he hadn't gotten to yet, and this was eating up time. The younger Haitani had half a mind to just drop the kid off at the help desk, but every time it crosses his mind, he makes the mistake again of making eye contact with the boy and his big ole eyes. He looked happy to just be holding his hand, as if Rindou held up the moon and stars. It was...a little off-putting he won’t lie, but adorable, nonetheless. He couldn't just abandon him, even if he wanted to.

He sighed, “Seriously, kid, did your old man drop you here and leave? We should’ve found him by now…”

The boy blinked up at him, confused. “What old man?”

“No, not an old man, I mean your dad—Look, where was the last place you saw him before you wandered off?”

“Oh. I don’t have a dad.”

Rindou stopped. Then, with a swiftness he scooped up Rintaro by his underarms and held him at eye level, glaring at him with a twitching brow. “What.”

The boy sheepishly grinned. “I'm here with my mommy...”

“You mean to tell me we’ve been walking in circles for almost ten minutes, and you were just not gonna share that? Why didn’t you say something??”

“Because…” he fiddled with his fingers, looking down. “I like being with you…it’s fun…”

Well, shit.

Just like that, the anger evaporated. Rindou kissed his teeth, setting the boy back on the ground, crouching down to his level. Then, ruffling his hair, he said, “Alright, little man, no more games. Your ma’s probably worried to death about you. You said you're wanting to get strong to protect her, right?”

Rintaro nodded. Rindou continued, “Well you can’t protect her if you keep leaving her by herself, especially with all these meatheads around. You gotta stick by her, watch her back. And promise you won’t do this again. Okay?”

He nodded again, “Okay…”

“Okay, and?”

“And I promise…”

Rintaro sniffled, wiping his eyes with his fists. Rindou felt another pang in his chest, his intent not to make the kid cry. It’s not like it was his job to discipline him…

He ruffled the boy’s hair again, leaning downward so he could see his face. “Oi. No waterworks. Besides, you gotta be good so she'll bring ya back. You can't count for shit, but.. wouldn't mind having a spotter. What d'you say? You up for it?”

Like flipping a switch, Rintaro’s head perked up at the indication of not only getting to see him again but being a part of his routine. He nodded so hard, Rindou feared he’d give himself whiplash. Though, there was no hiding his grin. Yeah, he liked this kid. Reminded him of himself when he was that age…come to think of it…he looks sorta similar, too—

“Rinta!” Came a voice from afar, stressed and full of emotion.

“Mommy!” He answered, smile widening upon seeing you approach, arms extended out as he ran over to you. When Rindou stood to face the direction where the boy ran to, it felt like his world turned to slow motion, eyes narrowing in on the aforementioned mother—His ex.

He froze like a deer in headlights, shoulders tensed to where he could feel a cramp setting in. There was no way he was seeing this…no absolute shot in hell that you were here before him, hugging and kissing the kid he spent half an hour with, who allegedly didn’t have a dad, who just called you—“Mommy?”

At the sound of Rintaro’s confusion, it was then Rindou snapped from his daze and realized you had noticed him standing there, the two of you locking eyes; you looked equally horrified. And you were probably thinking the same thing he was.

Out of all the people…why’d it have to be you?

“I’m sorry, but this store is for grown ups with real money. I’m afraid I cannot accept this, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

The little girl pouted angrily up at the woman, arms crossed in displeasure. How dare she say such a thing about her piggy bank, she didn’t even bother to count how much was inside. That was a months' worth of good behavior at school, a couple tooth fairy visits, and some Monopoly money, and she worked hard to get it.

“Look you hag. ’m not leavin’ til you hand over the necklace with the shinies and sparklies on it for my mama’s birfday. So, cough it up!”

The woman appeared revolted by such lack of decorum, hand over heart as she gaped down at the little girl, face reddening with anger. She waggled a finger, lip upturned as she scolded the child, threatening to have her escorted out by security, only for it to be shut down by the sound of the little girl blowing raspberries up at her. The woman gave a dramatic gasp, horrified at such bratty behavior. However, before she could even reach for the phone to dial the number for the security office, an unexpected guest decided to step in.

"Belinda, are you being bested by a child?"

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, full body turning towards the source to come face to face with one of the store's top investors, KOKONOI Hajime. Her skin grew pale in an instant, loss for words as she struggled to explain the embarrassing display he just walked in on. The little girl paused her taunting to gape up at the beautiful, shiny man before her, thinking a prince just popped right off a cover of a fairytale book. Draped in a stylish red kimono, with various jewels hanging off him like ornaments that twinkle beneath the warm lighting of the store, it's a wonder how he even made a place like this feel cheap. But what really caught her attention was his snow-white hair. It looked so silky, just begging to be braided and decorated with various bobs and barrettes. Maybe even some stickers–

"K-Kokonoi-san!" The woman exclaimed, startling the girl out of her daydream. Bowing deeply, forehead nearly touching her own knees, she disappeared behind the counter. Blinking widely at the perceived magic trick, the little girl craned her neck to see where she went, only to be disappointed that she didn’t actually disappear. "I-I wasn't informed you would be dropping in, s-sir. Please, excuse my rudeness."

"I was in the area," his gaze locked on the fetus at his shins. He points down at her. "Who is this?"

"I'm..not sure, sir. She's been causing a disturbance. Making a scene, demanding I let her purchase one of our display items with...board game currency."

The girl stomped around the corner to point at the still bowing woman. "I gave you money, now gimme the shiny! Those are the rules!"

Belinda peered up a little to squint at her, sneering as she spoke, "For the last time, you little miscreant, that money isn't real."

"It is, too! It's green! Money is green, you dumb hag!"

"You-!"

Kokonoi grinned, amused, "She has a point. Money is green, Belinda."

Said clerk shot up and eyed the white-haired man, flabbergasted. "S-Sir! You can't really be encouraging this obscenity, I mean, honestly! My job is to make sure nonsense like this is handled, and this little girl is disrupting the peace of this store."

"Mm. You getting worked up over some kid won’t resolve anything."

Belinda flushed a bright red of embarrassment once more. "Y-Yes. Yes, of course. My apologies." She bowed again.

Koko merely rolled his eyes, gesturing to the phone. “Just get security on the line. Someone’s gotta be looking for her by now.”

"No! 'm not leaving until you gimme mommy's birfday present!"

Kokonoi hummed, tilting his head in a teasing manner. "Too bad. That necklace isn't for sale. And it won’t be for a long time. Why don’t you start smaller, huh? Draw your mommy a picture or something."

She angrily pouted, pointing at her piggy bank on the counter. “I held Hammy all the way here, and his tummy’s full! Mommy says when his tummy’s full, I can buy whatever I want. And I. Want. That. Necklace.”

Koko’s brow twitched, leaning down to look her right in the eye as he grumbled. “Look, you little brat. I already told ya, it ain’t for sale. Now, be a good girl, and wait quietly until security comes to get you.”

The girl met his stare with a challenging one. This means war.

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[teruri-ruri]

Haitanis and their eyesight problems.

[missmadella]

"How they react when they get called by their full Name" // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Ran, Rindou, Izana

Synopsis: There’s one thing every Tokyo Rev boy knows: when you drop their full name — first and last — they’ve seriously screwed up. It could be a forgotten date, a stolen dessert, a jealous outburst, or just plain stupidity, but once that name leaves your lips? Oh, they feel it.

CW: Light cursing, jealousy/possessiveness, mild violence (slaps, fights), flirty teasing,emotional tension

Mikey (Manjiro Sano):

The sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the Musashi Shrine. The old Toman gang had gathered there, much like they always did, lounging on the steps and chatting about their plans for the next big move. Mikey stood at the forefront, his jacket casually draped over his shoulders as he began to talk about the upcoming fight with another gang. Draken, always close behind him, kept an eye on the rest of the group, ensuring no one got too rowdy.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted as he noticed movement near the shrine stairs. At first, he couldn’t make out who it was — the person was still too far away. But when a loud, clear “MANJIRO SANO” echoed across the quiet shrine, he knew exactly who it was.

The whole group froze.

Heads turned in unison, eyes wide as they realized it was none other than Mikey’s girlfriend — and she was not happy.

Draken’s eyes flicked to Mikey, who had stopped mid-sentence, his smirk fading into something more cautious. You walked through the crowd of Toman members, your steps deliberate and filled with an icy determination. The guys instinctively parted to make room, stepping aside like a wave in front of you.

“Mikey, what the hell...” Mitsuya, one of the vice-captains, started to speak, but the instant your angry glare landed on him, he went silent. His words died in his throat, and he wisely shut up, not wanting to get between you and whatever had set you off.

Everyone knew who Mikey’s “wife” was — that teasing nickname for you when you and Mikey went official. And normally, you were the sweetest girl anyone could meet. The kind of girl they'd run into on a late-night walk down the city, smiling and saying hello to everyone. But the guys also knew that when you were angry, nobody wanted to be near you. You didn’t need to use your fists to make your point. Your words were sharp enough to cut through anything.

And in that moment, every single one of them could tell that Mikey had messed up big time. Especially when you called him by his full name.

You reached the stairs where Mikey stood, the air around you heavy with the tension that had suddenly gripped the whole shrine. You didn’t shout — you didn’t need to. Your cold gaze alone sent a wave of fear through him. With barely a whisper, you spoke. “Where is my dorayaki that was on my counter this morning?”

The moment you asked, Mikey’s face paled slightly, and his usual confident demeanor cracked, just enough for Draken to notice the shift. He watched as Mikey's eyes darted around, his lips twitching, unsure of how to respond.

“Baby… I don’t… know what you’re talking about,” Mikey said, his voice a little shakier than usual — nothing loud enough for the others to catch, but Draken saw it. Mikey was genuinely scared.

Your gaze never wavered. Your face remained hard, and you took a step closer, your eyes locked on his. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

The silence in the air was thick, and even the usual chatter between the Toman members had died down, everyone sensing that this was no ordinary disagreement. Mikey swallowed hard, his confident smirk gone. “Baby…”

The way you stood there — unmoving, your voice cold, your anger barely contained — made Mikey’s insides twist. The entire shrine had become a pressure cooker, and it felt like you were the only one in control.

He hesitated, then took a step closer, moving down a single stair. His eyes never left yours, but you stood firm, arms crossed tightly in front of your chest. “I’m sorry, baby,” Mikey said, his voice softer now. “I didn’t know those were yours.” He took another step toward you, trying to ease the tension, his usual carefree attitude replaced with a hint of concern.

Big mistake.

Without warning, you lunged forward, grabbing his ear in a swift motion. “How dare you eat my sweets?” you hissed, your grip firm enough to make him wince. “I’d been looking forward to that all day, Manjiro.”

His face contorted in pain, but it was the way you were looking at him — that cold, steely gaze — that made him feel the full force of your anger. He knew he’d messed up, and now he was paying the price.

“I’m sorry, princess,” Mikey groaned, wincing under your tight grip. “I swear, they were making fun of me, telling me I should eat them. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. I’ll never do it again.”

But you weren’t having any of it. The pain in his ear intensified as you squeezed harder. “Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again.”

Finally, with a final, sharp tug, you let go of his ear. It was red, and Mikey winced as he rubbed it, his eyes still apologetic. But before you could even begin to walk away, Mikey quickly grabbed your wrist, holding you in place.

You shot him a glare, making it clear with a look that he needed to think very carefully about what he was doing next. “Let go of me,” you muttered, your voice low but threatening.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” Mikey murmured, his voice softening as he pulled you closer, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the sensation, your body relaxing just a little bit as your frustration started to melt away. A heavy sigh left your lips as you opened your eyes, staring at him again. “You better make it up to me, or you can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Ouch,” Draken heard Chifuyu mutter under his breath, a small laugh following. The tension in the air had slightly lifted, but it was clear Mikey wasn’t off the hook yet.

“I won’t do it again,” Mikey promised, his voice soft and sincere. His grip on your wrist loosened as his hand moved gently to your face. “But please… don’t call me by my first name again. I’m sorry, baby.”

Before you could say anything, Mikey leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. It was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the anger that had flared moments ago. You kissed him back, your hand moving to the side of his face, your thumb gently caressing his cheek.

“If you ever do this again,” you warned, pulling back slightly but keeping your hand on his face, “I will be your worst nightmare.”

Mikey smirked, his usual cocky confidence returning — just a little bit — as he leaned down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss was brief but meaningful, and when you pulled away, you dropped onto the last step of the shrine, sitting down with a sigh.

Mikey removed his jacket, draping it over your shoulders with a small, playful smile. “Alright, I’m gonna finish the meeting now. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

With that, Mikey turned back to the group, his usual carefree attitude settling back into place, but he kept a soft smile on his face, knowing he’d narrowly escaped a much worse fate.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The Bonten boardroom was thick with tension — dark suits, whispered strategies, and Mikey’s dead-eyed stare at the head of the table.

Sanzu leaned back in his seat, legs kicked up on the polished wood, twirling a butterfly knife in his fingers like the meeting was background noise. Casual, cocky — typical.

That is, until the doors slammed open with a force that made Koko flinch and Rindou instinctively reach for his gun.

Every head turned.

And there you were.

Hair wind-blown, heels echoing like gunshots, expression locked in one single mood: rage.

You didn’t even glance at the others — your eyes zeroed in on one person only.

"Haruchiyo. Sanzu."

His knife stilled mid-spin.

He blinked. Tilted his head.

“Ohhh?” he drawled, an unstable grin curling onto his lips. “Full name… in front of my coworkers? What’d I do this time, doll?”

You marched right up to him and — crack.

The slap rang out, sharp and echoing. The room went dead silent. Even Mikey raised an eyebrow.

Sanzu didn’t move. Just slowly turned his head back toward you, a red mark blooming on his cheek — and a completely unhinged smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, you’re so hot when you’re mad.”

That did not help.

“Don’t you dare,” you growled, eyes blazing. “You forgot. You forgot our anniversary, Haruchiyo. You left me sitting alone at a reservation you made, looking like an idiot. You’ve done a lot of reckless shit, but this—this is what I don’t forgive.”

Sanzu opened his mouth to joke again, but one look at your face — how your voice wavered just slightly at the end — and something actually clicked.

He stood slowly, grin slipping into something more serious. His usual cockiness twisted with confusion and guilt.

“I—shit,” he muttered. “I didn’t forget, I just—no. No, I did forget.”

You scoffed, turned on your heel.

“I’m done. Don’t worry — you’ll have time to spin your knife and play gangster without having to think about me ever again.”

You were almost to the door when Mikey spoke — quietly, but with weight.

“Sanzu.”

He froze.

“If you don’t fix this in the next ten minutes, don’t come back to the table.”

Everyone else stayed silent. They knew what that meant.

Sanzu blinked at his boss, then at you. He dragged a hand down his face. Then he was moving — fast.

You didn’t make it to the elevator.

A hand caught your wrist, not rough but firm.

“Wait,” he said, and for once, his voice wasn’t teasing. It was low. Serious. “I messed up. I know I did. You wanna break my nose next? Fine. You want a real apology? Give me tonight. Just tonight. I’ll fix it.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I should walk out.”

“But you haven’t,” he said softly, tugging you closer, his other hand cradling the side of your face — right where your anger had turned his cheek red. “Which means I’ve still got a chance.”

You didn’t answer.

He leaned closer.

“Let me take you somewhere. Right now. Fuck the meeting. Mikey already said I’m screwed either way.”

You bit your lip. Still furious. Still hurt.

But his eyes — sharp, wild, pleading — were locked on yours like nothing else in the world mattered.

“…One chance,” you muttered.

“That’s all I need.”

And with that, he dragged you out by the hand — past a stunned Bonten, past Mikey’s amused smirk — ready to blow more money than sense fixing the night he should’ve never forgotten.

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Kokonoi Hajime:

Your afternoon was peaceful — warm tea, a half-read book, and your favorite playlist humming in the background.

Then your phone buzzed.

One alert. Then two. Then three.

“Transaction approved: ¥1,850,000 – Interior Luxury Aquatics.” “Your Bonten BlackCard was used at ‘KoiWorld Tokyo’.” “Estimated delivery scheduled for this evening.”

You stared at your phone, blinking slowly like it might explain itself.

It did not.

Instead, it showed a picture of a koi pond with custom underwater lighting, soundproof filtration, and a caption that read:

“Perfect centerpiece for a modern bathroom space.”

You stood up so fast your tea nearly spilled.

And you marched straight into the living room, already yelling.

“Hajime Kokonoi!”

He was lounging like royalty — silk pajama pants, socks mismatched (as always), hair perfectly in place even though he’d clearly done nothing all day. The TV was on but muted, and he was scrolling through his tablet like a man deep in international finance — or TikTok, it was hard to tell with him.

At the sound of his full name, he froze.

Then looked up, slow and cautious. “...Was it something I bought? Or something I said while half-asleep? Be honest. I need context before I defend myself.”

You held up your phone like a prosecutor presenting evidence. “A koi pond, Hajime?”

He tilted his head. “Ah. The koi pond.”

“Oh, there are others?”

“No. Not yet. But imagine the possibilities.”

You gave him a look that could set fire to expensive wallpaper. “In the guest bathroom?”

“Listen, listen, I thought it through. It’s the smallest bathroom, right? So guests don’t spend too long in there scrolling through TikTok. But if you give them a calming aquatic feature to look at while they—”

“—you’re describing bathroom fish therapy right now.”

“Exactly! You get it!” He beamed like he’d invented sliced bread. “It’s innovation, babe.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “We agreed — no more extravagant impulse buys without telling each other. You promised after the rotating crystal gin shelf.”

“But that one was sick. Admit it.”

“It plays Beyoncé when it opens.”

“Luxury,” he said, dead serious.

You paced the room, already imagining poor houseguests slipping on wet tiles while koi fish stared them down in judgment. “This isn’t about fish, Hajime. This is about you not listening. Again. You can’t fix a boring bathroom by throwing seven fish in it and hoping for ambiance.”

He rose from the couch, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Okay. I hear you. Maybe it was a little… extra.”

“A little?”

“They gave me a discount if I named one of the koi after myself.”

You stared. “You’re putting a fish in a bathroom and naming it Hajime?”

“Well, I was... but I’ll rename him if it’ll help my case. What about... ‘I’m sorry’?”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, and he knew it. He stepped closer, slipping his arms around your waist as your resolve crumbled slightly.

“Babe,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against your temple, “I’ll cancel the installation if it really bothers you. Or I’ll move it to the terrace. Or build the koi a private spa in the guest bedroom. Whatever you want.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But I’m cute,” he added with a wink.

You sighed. “If I ever see you spending seven figures on fish again, I’m calling you Hajime in front of Mikey. In front of everyone.”

He gasped. “That’s cold.”

“Even colder than koi water.”

“Okay, now that was hot. Use that in bed later.”

You smacked his arm, but you were laughing now. And he was grinning like a man who knew exactly how to get away with murder (and koi ponds).

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Mitsuya Takashi:

It was a quiet evening in the Mitsuya household. The living room was glowing warm with fairy lights, soft music hummed from the record player, and the faint scent of freshly brewed tea drifted from the kitchen.

You were sitting on the couch, waiting.

Waiting… and waiting.

The lasagna you had lovingly made was slowly getting cold, the table set with care — candles, folded napkins, even that dumb little place card he always laughed about that said “Takashi ”.

But he was late.

Not just ten-minutes-late.

We’re talking an hour and twenty-seven minutes late, and he hadn’t even texted.

You were just about to wrap the food up in cling wrap out of pure spite when the front door clicked open.

You didn’t even look up when you heard the soft, familiar thud of his boots being kicked off.

“Baaabe, I’m home—”

“Takashi Mitsuya.”

The way you said it — calm, measured, yet dangerously poised — made him freeze in the doorway, jacket half-off one arm.

He blinked. “...Oh. Wow. The full name.”

You finally turned around.

He looked guilty as hell.

“I…” He cleared his throat. “Forgot?”

You crossed your arms.

Mitsuya walked slowly into the room, holding up both hands like you were a wild animal he didn’t want to spook. “Okay, in my defense—”

“You promised,” you said, voice soft but stern. “You literally promised you'd be home on time. And I didn’t even burn the lasagna this time.”

He winced. “I know. I know. Toman meeting ran late, then I got caught up helping Hakkai fix a shirt for his date, and then I couldn’t find my phone in all the fabric and—yeah, okay, I’m gonna stop talking.”

You stared for a moment longer before turning away, muttering, “It’s fine. I should’ve expected it. You’re the one who’s always taking care of everyone.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then:

“...Is this the part where you scold me more? Or kiss me?”

You blinked, turning slowly.

Mitsuya was grinning now — boyish and warm, clearly testing the waters, but sincere under it all. “Because you only ever call me Takashi Mitsuya when it’s one of those.”

You tried not to smile. Tried.

“Depends. Do you think you deserve a kiss right now?”

He walked right up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning his forehead against yours.

“I deserve a chance to earn one,” he said softly.

You exhaled a little laugh, eyes half-lidded. “You always say the right thing.”

“I sew for a living, baby. I know how to thread things carefully.”

“Gross.”

“You love it.”

You did. So much it hurt sometimes.

You leaned up and kissed him — just once — before whispering near his ear, “You’re heating up that lasagna yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh — and dishes too.”

He groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “You really know how to punish a man.”

“You forgot our dinner date. I’m letting you off easy.”

“I know. And I’m grateful.” He paused, pulling back with a soft smile. “But don’t stop calling me by my full name. It sounds really hot when you’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away — but not before tossing back a teasing, “Takashi Mitsuya, you’re impossible.”

His grin was full of love.

And this time, he didn't miss dinner.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

You had left the apartment for thirty minutes.

Just thirty.

Enough time to grab your package from the post office, pick up snacks, and come back to what was supposed to be a chill movie night.

What you came back to instead... was chaos.

There was flour. Everywhere.

The cat — who looked like it had fought in the Great Pastry War — bolted past you with a string of dough wrapped around its leg. The TV was paused on a baking tutorial. The counters were stacked with bowls, some with batter, one suspiciously empty, and—

Oh no.

“CHIFUYU MATSUNO.”

A loud bang echoed from the kitchen.

You stormed in, and there he was: wide-eyed, mid-mixer, flour smudged on his cheek, apron crooked, and a cake that had clearly imploded in the oven behind him.

He blinked. “Okay, so—”

“Don’t you ‘okay, so’ me.”

“Before you get mad—”

“I left you alone for half an hour. I asked you to boil pasta. Not—what is this? A Great British Bake-Off rejection arc?”

He pointed to the collapsed cake like it betrayed him personally. “That was supposed to be a surprise! I was trying to make that caramel lava thing you said looked good—”

“By summoning Satan into the batter?”

He scratched the back of his head, sheepish. “...It did make a weird noise.”

You stared, exasperated beyond words. “And the cat?”

“Okay, the cat part wasn’t me. Technically. I dropped the cream. She jumped in.”

“Chifuyu, she looks like a haunted marshmallow.”

He stepped forward, laughing nervously, reaching out to brush flour off your jacket like that would somehow make up for it. “But babe... I did it for you.”

“You did arson in my kitchen for me?”

“Not arson! It’s creative expression!”

“You lit an oven mitt on fire!”

“Small fire. Controlled. Kinda.” His eyes sparkled with that grin that made you weak in the knees and homicidal at the same time. “But I mean... you’re not that mad, right?”

You raised your brows.

He smirked. “Because you called me Chifuyu Matsuno. Which you only do when you’re two seconds from either throwing me out the window or kissing me.”

“Guess which one I’m leaning toward.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick floury kiss to your cheek. “Kiss, obviously. You can’t resist me when I’m covered in catastrophe.”

You sighed, letting your forehead rest against his. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know. Now help me clean this up and I’ll order your favorite ramen. Double miso, no mushrooms.”

“Fine. But you’re on cat-cleanup duty.”

Chifuyu looked over at the flour-coated feline, now trying to eat a whisk.

“...I deserve that.”

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Kazutora Hanemiya:

You hadn’t meant to yell.

You hadn’t even meant to cry.

But when Kazutora walked in that night — shoulders slumped, knuckles red, hoodie pulled low to hide the bruising on his jaw — something inside you snapped.

He hadn’t answered your calls. Not one.

Hours of silence.

And then he just showed up, like he hadn’t disappeared again. Like he didn’t know what that kind of silence did to someone who loved him.

You stood there in the dim light of the apartment, arms crossed tightly, trying to hold yourself together as the door clicked shut behind him.

And then it happened.

“Kazutora Hanemiya.”

He flinched. Visibly.

The sound of his full name — sharp, deliberate, and full of everything you were holding back — cut through the room like a knife.

He didn’t look up at first. Didn’t meet your eyes.

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. I thought—” You swallowed hard. “I thought something happened.”

He dropped his bag wordlessly by the door.

“I told you,” you said, quieter now, voice thick, “I told you the last time — I can’t go through that kind of fear again. Not from you. Not when I—”

He finally looked up.

And god, his eyes were tired.

Not physically — but in that way Kazutora always got when his mind spiraled too fast for him to grab onto anything stable. That distant, fragile expression that said I don't know how to stay, even when I want to.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he murmured. “I lost control again. And I just... I didn’t want to ruin the one good thing I have.”

You blinked away tears. “So your solution was to disappear? Do you know what that does to me?”

He took a shaky step forward, hands half-raised like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you.

“I’m not used to someone worrying about me,” he said, broken-soft. “Not like you do.”

You finally let out a breath that felt like it had been sitting in your chest for hours. “Then get used to it, Kazutora. Because I’m not going anywhere. But I need you to stop running like I’m going to disappear the second you mess up.”

He stared at you like you were the only solid thing in a world that always shifted beneath his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just... I get scared.”

You stepped toward him, gently placing your hand on his bruised cheek. “So do I. Every time you shut down like this.”

“I’ll try,” he breathed. “For you.”

You nodded, eyes softening. “And stop flinching when I say your full name. I only do it when I need you to listen.”

“I hear you,” he said, eyes closing as he leaned into your palm. “I hear you now.”

And in that quiet room, he finally let himself fall — not into chaos, not into guilt — but into you.

And for once, he didn’t run.

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Ran Haitani:

The night had started out like any other, with Ran’s usual charm and swagger as he wrapped you in his arms and promised to make it home on time. He even kissed you goodbye with that mischievous grin that made your heart race.

But now, here you were — standing alone in the dimly lit apartment, the cool silence pressing down on you as the hours ticked by.

Your patience had worn thin.

You had trusted him, even though you knew how unpredictable things could get when his brother, Rindou, was involved. You trusted that he would be there when he said he would.

But as the clock struck midnight, that familiar feeling settled in the pit of your stomach — the feeling that Ran wasn’t coming home.

Not again.

You were done being patient. Done waiting for a man who promised the world and never quite delivered. And so, with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your coat and stormed out the door.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you needed answers.

When you arrived at the underground club, where you knew Ran usually wound up after a Toman meeting, the last thing you expected to see was him sitting in a corner booth — alone. His head was tilted back, staring up at the ceiling as if the world didn’t matter.

Your heart skipped a beat, and every step toward him felt like a weight you couldn’t shake.

You were angry. You were hurt. But mostly, you were tired.

As soon as you reached the booth, Ran’s eyes flicked toward you, and for a brief moment, you could see the shock on his face. His perfect smile faltered.

“Y/N?” His voice was low, and there was something about the way he said your name — like it was the first time he was seeing you in forever. But you didn’t want to hear his soft tone anymore.

“Ran Haitani,” you said, your voice cutting through the thick air like a blade. The use of his full name — not the teasing “Ran” or the quiet “baby” you usually called him — hit him harder than any punch.

His brows furrowed, and he stood up slowly. “Babe... what’s wrong?”

You glared at him, taking a step closer, voice shaking with both fury and raw emotion. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Ran? You’re what’s wrong.”

He recoiled slightly, as if the force of your words physically struck him.

“I don’t know why I keep letting you hurt me,” you continued, your voice rising in volume. “You make promises, and then you break them. You show up late, and when you finally do, you expect me to just forget that you were never here. You expect me to wait around like everything is fine.”

Ran’s eyes softened, and he reached out to you, but you pulled back before he could touch you. His hand froze in mid-air, a silent apology hanging between you.

You stepped closer, lowering your voice to a near-whisper, but there was still so much fire in it. “You think you’re the only one with a past full of mistakes, don’t you? You think I don’t know what it’s like to be scared of falling — to be scared that I’m not enough, or that you’ll just leave like everyone else?”

He closed the space between you, finally taking your hands in his with an urgency that made your heart skip. “Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you. But I do.”

His confession was raw, too much to take in at once, and for a moment, you couldn’t even breathe.

“I try. I really do. But when I get caught up in all the shit — with Rindou, with Toman... with everything I’ve built around myself — I forget what matters most. You. You matter the most.”

You didn’t know if you should believe him. You didn’t know if you could let him back in without getting hurt again.

“Don’t shut me out, Y/N,” Ran whispered, voice hoarse, hands tightening around yours. “Not again. I can’t lose you.”

The tension in the room thickened, but then Ran did something you didn’t expect. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His breath was warm against your neck, his heart pounding against your chest.

“Please... don’t leave me.” His voice cracked, and you felt it deep in your soul.

You didn’t push him away. You didn’t pull back.

Because despite everything, you didn’t want to lose him either.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound between you the quiet thrum of his heartbeat, his arms keeping you close as if you might slip away if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

And then, with his forehead resting against yours, he murmured softly, “I know I messed up. But I swear, Y/N, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m yours.”

You closed your eyes, exhaling the breath you’d been holding. “You better. Because I won’t be here forever if you keep doing this to me.”

Ran’s lips gently pressed to your forehead, his voice full of sincerity. “I know. And I won’t give you a reason to walk away again. I’ll make it right, I promise.”

And in that moment, with all the weight of his past and yours hanging in the air, you allowed yourself to believe him.

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Rindou Haitani:

It was supposed to be a calm, easy evening. You and Rindou had been planning a low-key night, just the two of you. No Bonten meetings. No wild distractions. Just takeout and a movie.

But as usual, things never went according to plan when Rindou was involved.

The door slammed open. There he was — looking like a mess.

You had barely taken a bite of your food before your phone buzzed with an unknown number.

“Where are you?” it read. “Don't wait up for me.”

That was it.

You hadn’t seen him for hours, and now he was texting you this?

By the time he came back home, you were already on edge. You had done your best to keep cool, but when Rindou walked in with a smug grin on his face, late as usual, you had had enough.

You didn’t even look up from the couch. You were too busy staring at your phone, pretending you weren’t fuming.

“What, no welcome home kiss?” Rindou teased, swaggering into the living room. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and cracked his neck. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”

And that was when it happened.

“Rindou Haitani.”

The words came out sharper than you intended, and you instantly saw the flicker of shock in his eyes. He froze, his playful smirk faltering as he processed your tone.

He blinked. “Full name now? Damn, I really messed up this time, huh?”

You stood up, your body trembling with barely contained anger. “You disappear for hours, and when you finally show up, you think you can just—” You threw your hands up in the air. “You think you can just act like it’s nothing? Like I’m just supposed to keep waiting around while you do whatever the hell you want?”

Rindou chuckled nervously, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze now. “Hey, come on, don’t be like that. I was busy, okay? Things came up.”

“Busy?” You scoffed, taking a step closer to him. “You’re always busy, Rindou. With meetings, with Bonten, with whatever the hell else you’re involved in! You never have time for me anymore.”

The grin on his face faltered for a second, but it was quickly replaced by an almost defiant look. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to treat me like I’m nothing when I’ve been nothing but patient with you. I’m tired of being the afterthought, Rindou.”

And that was when it clicked for him. The words you had said, the weight in your voice — it was real.

But instead of apologizing, instead of stepping back, Rindou did something that took you completely off guard.

He reached out and yanked you toward him, pinning you against his chest. The surprise left your lips, but you didn’t have time to react before he kissed you.

It was a kiss full of desperation — lips crashing into yours as if he was trying to prove something. His hands were urgent, tugging at your shirt like he couldn’t quite get close enough.

You pushed against his chest, trying to break free, but the more you struggled, the tighter he held you. “Rindou, get off me—”

“No,” he muttered, his voice low, his grip on your waist firm. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

And it hit you like a wave. He wasn’t doing this out of arrogance — he was doing it because he didn’t know any other way to fix things.

Finally, you stopped fighting. The anger drained from your body, replaced with something softer — but still, you weren’t going to make it easy on him.

You pulled away slightly, breathless. “You can’t keep doing this, Rindou. You can’t just waltz in here and think everything’s fine.”

He rested his forehead against yours, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair. “I know. I know. I’m an idiot, okay? I’m sorry.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Just a ‘sorry’? After everything?”

He smirked. “Well, it’s a start.”

A small laugh escaped you despite yourself. “You really are something else.”

But before you could fully process the situation, he had you pinned again, this time with a playful grin.

“You really know how to make a guy work for it,” Rindou teased, his voice now back to its usual teasing tone.

You sighed, shaking your head, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he leaned in, kissing your forehead lightly, “you’re still not getting rid of me.”

“Damn right,” you muttered, “But don’t think this is over. You’re going to have to earn back my trust.”

Rindou’s eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint, but underneath it, you could see the sincerity — for once, he wasn’t just playing games. He was all in, even if he was chaotic about it.

“Fine,” he grinned, pulling you back into his arms. “But I’ll make sure to do it in the most dramatic way possible.”

“Of course you will.”

And despite everything — the mess, the chaos, the late nights — you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real between you two. Even if it was a little messy.

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Izana Kurokawa:

You were fuming. It wasn't anything big, but it was the little things that piled up, and today, Izana had done one too many. He’d left his dirty clothes everywhere, again. His shoes were in the living room, and the smell of his cologne still lingered in the hallway like he thought he was some sort of royalty. You had tried to be patient, but something snapped when you saw his jacket just thrown over the back of the couch, taking up space where you wanted to sit.

"Izana Kurokawa!" you exclaimed, hands on your hips as you marched into the living room.

Izana was lounging on the couch, completely unaware of the storm brewing. He didn’t even glance up when you said his full name—just continued scrolling on his phone with his signature lazy grin.

You crossed your arms tighter, glaring at him. "Do you have to leave your stuff everywhere? How many times do I have to tell you?"

He finally looked up, unfazed. “Mmm… I think you’ve told me about three times already,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “But you know, I just can’t help it. I like to make myself comfortable.”

That was the moment it became clear to you that he was teasing you. Your irritation deepened. “Comfortable? I swear, you think everything should revolve around you!”

You could feel yourself getting worked up, but instead of saying anything else, you turned your back and started picking up his things, throwing them in his direction.

Izana sat up, suddenly intrigued. His eyes narrowed playfully as he watched you continue your mini-rampage. “You look cute when you're angry, you know that?”

That did it. You whirled around to face him, pointing a finger in his direction. “Izana Kurokawa, you better—”

But before you could finish, Izana was up in a flash, crossing the space between you in an instant. With a grin that could melt anyone's heart, he cupped your face gently, pulling you in for a kiss.

It was slow at first, a quiet moment that silenced your angry thoughts, his lips warm against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as the tension in your body melted away, and for a second, all you could feel was his touch.

You pulled away slightly, breathing a little heavier, and without thinking, you snapped, “You can’t just kiss your way out of everything, you know.”

Izana ignored you completely, smiling wider as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you back in for another kiss, this one deeper, making you forget the very reason you were mad in the first place.

When he pulled away, you were slightly breathless, your frustration evaporating into a faint smile despite yourself.

He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with that familiar playful glint. “I can and will kiss my way out of anything,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But hey, I’ll pick up my stuff, okay? No need to get so worked up over my shoes.”

You blinked at him, trying to hold onto your frustration, but it was like trying to keep sand in your hands. “Izana...”

He kissed you once more, interrupting your half-hearted protest. “Shh, it’s fine, babe. Don’t worry about it. I’ll even go get your favorite snack later, just to make up for it.”

You sighed, trying not to smile as you pushed against his chest, though there was no real strength behind it. “You really know how to get out of trouble, don’t you?”

Izana grinned and gave you another quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting on the small of your back. “What can I say? It’s a gift. Now… let’s go get those snacks I promised. You’ll forget all about my shoes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. As much as you tried to stay annoyed, Izana had that effect on you. He knew how to turn even the most frustrating moments into something playful and lighthearted.

[unluckilyimnot]

Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.

Bonten with a soft gf!

Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi

fluff / no tw / wc: 900+

Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.

m.list | rules

Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.

Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.

Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.

"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.

Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.

Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.

Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.

You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.

Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.

But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.

Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.

To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.

Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.

Let me know if you liked it !

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[mbbmz]

I just know Rindou is clingy as hell.

(Slightly suggestive)

He tries SO HARD to act tough, all smirks and "me, whipped? Yeah right." but this man can’t sleep without cuddling you.

Taking too long in the bathroom before bed? He’s wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, mumbling complaints in your neck about you "spending hours in the bathroom" (it’s been 10 minutes)

The thing is, he’d rather die than admit it. Worse, his friends CANT know about this, not even his brother.

He’ll act tough when you cling to him in public, teasing you about how cuddly you are, but the second you two are alone, he’s not letting you go.

Kisses, also. Lots of it. Your neck is always covered in marks, not because he’s rough, but because he’s been sucking the same spot for 10 minutes. If you complain about it in the morning, he shrugs, nipping that spot again for good measure.

If you’re the one kissing and marking him, he’ll grumble about you being needy, while his cheeks are turning rosy. But once again, he’ll never admit he likes it.

Youre coming home later than usual?

- "where you at"

- "text me when you leave"

Hesitated to send a third, but didn’t want to admit he missed you.

When YOU text him? He suddenly leaves, telling his buddies "something came up", they all know what came up and they’re laughing about it to his face.

Lazy mornings? His personal favorite. It’s already close to noon, you try to slip out of bed to get water, but his strong arms are already encircling your waist, dragging your ass back to bed.

"Where you goin’…" He’d mumble, his hand already slipping between your thigh.

(Hehe I’ll probably write morning sex with him later…)

[wingo5]

Average day at the Haitani house

[buddy-anon]

“…yo bro that GENIUS”

[yoiisa]

what kind of drunk are they?

all characters aged up (20+)! tags: alcohol consumption

a/n: FIRST POST YAYYYY!! I wanted to cast a wide net with this one, so when I say I had like five tabs of character wikis open at once of all the different shows, I mean that. Im sure I still missed someone's fav characters tho, and Im sorrryyyy ToT.

Anyways, tag yourself as what kinda drunk you are, or tag your other favs as their type of drunk. I'm mopey/cuddly!!

THE MOPEY ONE!

"[name]!" You turn your head from your drink to see your boyfriend hunched over the counter of the bar. He throws his head back as he wails for you, before putting his head back onto the counter. You giggle and walk over to him, just for him to open his mouth and call out, "[name]!!" As you approach the counter again, one of the bartenders gives you a relived look. "Thank god, he's been like this for the past ten minutes. Are you his partner?" they ask. You nod and take the seat next to your boyfriend. "He gets like this when he gets really drunk. I'm sorry if it's a disturbance." The bartender shrugs. "As long as he's not shouting anymore-" "[name]!!" "Oh my god, I'm here, I'm here," you laugh and pat his head. He lifts his head from where he'd burrowed it into his arms and pouts as he stares up at you. His eyes are wide and wet, and he sniffles. "Where'd you goooooooooo? I was so lonely..." "You were drinking babe," you giggle, petting him softly. "I thought you were kept company?" His pout somehow grows deeper and shakes his head. He leans into your touch and shakes his head. "I only wan' you..."

NAGI, CHIGIRI, hiori, YUTA, CHOSO, INUMAKI , KENNY ACKERMAN, porco, CONNY, SHINICHIRO, chifuyu, baji, kokonoi, inui, BAKUGOU, KAMINARI, tamaki + (Your Favs!)

THE CUDDLY/GIGGLY ONE!

There is absolutely no universe where you should've been able to actually carry your boyfriend home from the bar. Maybe the alcohol had given you super strength though, because here you are. "Stop going to the gym," you groan as you dump your boyfriend on your couch. You stare down at him, considering the likelihood of him throwing up. No. He wouldn't. You don't think so at least. He stares up at you and smiles. A string of erratic giggles pour from his lips as he reaches up to you, his arms ready to wrap around you and yank you straight down to his chest. "C'mere!" he cheers. "Wanna cuddle!" "Umm," you laugh, "wait, stay like that." You reach for your phone from your pocket, but your heart stops when you notice it's not in your pocket anymore. No, no no no no- Did you leave it in the bar? Did it fall out of your pocket on the way home? Hopefully it's in the car maybe- "Looking for this?" he asks coyly, holding up your phone in between his thumb and index finger. He waves it in front of your face, "Snatched it from your pocket!" You sigh and rub your hands over your face. "Thank you, now give it-" "No!" he shouts and tosses it onto the floor. You watch it for a moment as it (thankfully) falls onto the plush carpet. In your moment of fear and surprise, you freeze and he attacks. He leaps from the couch and wraps his arms like a vice around your shoulders. Before you can think, he practically drags you down to the couch with him. He legs wrap around your waist and he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Perfect," he hums and you finally give into your fate.

BACHIRA, kunigami, REO, nanase, ITADORI, gojo, TODO, armin, takemichi, KAZUTORA, izana, RINDOU, KIRISHIMA, MIDORIYA, SHIGARAKI + (Your Favs!)

THE STOIC ONE!

You could not stop laughing. Your stomach was beginning to hurt. Your boyfriend - sweet, perfect, loving boyfriend - looked so fucking stupid right now. His face, flushed from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, was still as stone. You had your camera in his face, and was prodding his cheek, but he would not look at you! For anything! It was hilarious. He was so laser focused on just being able to stay upright, you honestly felt a little bit bad. But then he'd do a frog blink, where one eye'd go down before the other, and you'd be back to losing your fucking mind over his state. "Maybe you had too much?" you suggest, but the silence you're met with makes you burst out into giggles. You try to take it a step further after another moment, and prod him in his stomach. You're gaze drops to his side when you feel his abs. There's no way. This fucker tensed his stomach. In fact, he's tensed his whole body! You slump against his shoulder and try to calm down, but it's a bit of a losing battle. You look up at him once you've finally slowed down and beam up at him. "Baby boy, how much did you drink?" Finally, you seem to snap him out of it. He slowly turns his head to look at you, as if he's terrified that if he moves too quickly, his head'll twist right off. When he finally manages to meet your gaze though, his heart stops. Perfect. Oh my god. You're so perfect. You're eyes are glowing in the dim lighting of the bar, your skin glows red, but it's just the right amount to make you look like you have a romantic aura. Your hair is falling just right over your forehead, and your cheeks are puffed up in a smile. His mask finally cracks ever so slightly, and he leans down to press his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours, and you hum. "I think I had too much," he whispers. "I might puke." "If you puke on me, I'll poison your toothpaste." "Gothcha."

ISAGI, baro, RIN, KAISER, MEGUMI, EREN, HANGE, REINER, nicolo, JEAN, zeke, NAOTO, ran, IIDA, TODOROKI, sero, + (Your Favs!!)

THE SOBER ONE!

You're head was pounding, and you blearily looked around at the shot glasses, martini glasses, champagne flutes, wine glasses, and every other type of glass known to man. You'd dared your boyfriend that you'd be able to out drink him, but right now you just felt like crying. You and him had drank the same amount, who knew how much the tab was. And yet, you were the one completely drunk out of your mind, while he was chilling in the stool next to you, watching you with a smirk. No, actually, you were pissed as hell. You whip your head around to look at the bastard, and all you get is blurry vision and a sensation akin to getting shot in the head. "It's okay, shh, shh," he says, petting your head and cooing. "Just cool down, I ordered you water." "Nnnnnnnoooooo! Screeeeeeewwwww you!" You slap his hand away and whimper. "My head hurts..." "Yeah sweetie, I'm pretty sure you drank half your weight in alcohol . . ." he sighs. He adds, more to himself than anything, "I didn't even know that was possible." " 'Ts not fair," you whine. "You always beat me in everything!" "You're so whiny all the time," he teases. You punch him in the ribs. "Babe, what the fuck!" he coughs. He doubles over and his head hangs as he tries to regain his standing. You giggle and his heart aches at the sound. He looks up at you and his eyes soften as he sees you laughing softly. "Well, you're stronger than me so at least there's that." "Mmmmm, carry me!" you ask, stretching your arms up, even though he's still hunched over. "Yes princess," and after he pays for the tab, he has one arm hooked beneath your knees, another wrapped behind your back, and your heels dangling from his fingers.

SAE, AIKU, shido, GETO, NANAMI, SUKUNA, toji, LEVI, ERWIN, draken, MITSUYA, aizawa, shinso, DABI + (Your Favs!!)

[anisespice]

Hey girl got a request,so like let’s say bonten is having a meeting with a new criminal organization gang that came in to come up with a deal,and while we are just sitting in the back looking at our new sparkly items Koko bought us,and the new criminal organization gang calls us out saying it’s disrespectful and rude calling us names..And bonten doesn’t like that one bit..So yeah I want them to react to that

hope it makes sense 😔😍🤺🤺

SAVE ME FROM MY WRITER'S BLOCK, ANON - HERE WE GO, NO MARIO. Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting~!

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, misogynistic undertones (from another gang), implied violence, guns mentioned, reader is criminally oblivious (love that for her), guard-dog!bonten supremacy, sanzu gets his own warning lol and i think that's it.

notes: yall. can you believe i actually wrote this in one sitting? without stopping?? wild concept for me, haven't been able to do that in a good minute *knock on wood*, but i hope you enjoy! more stuff coming soon ♡

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow, @captaincyberqueen

Upon the arrival of the recently developed organization, officially known as Kaiju, things already weren’t off to a great start. They were late, clocked at about twenty minutes past schedule. Excuses poured from them like a broken faucet, blaming their tardiness on traffic, which the members were willing to give the benefit of the doubt, some more than others. Then, they were unprepared. Scrambling about with their half-assed introduction mixed with a sloppily thrown together presentation, it was insulting at worst. 

Here they were, biggest in the game, offering an opportunity to help underground operatives make a name for themselves..and this is how they want to showcase their potential? Mikey waved it off when his number three voiced this flaw, merely chalking it up with inexperience–Everyone has to start somewhere, right? 

But. Finally came strike three. The one thing, the most damning thing they could’ve ever done to have mercy jump right out the window and straight to hell, was when one of their foolish members spoke ill of you. 

It was supposed to be taken as a joke, something controversial in a room amongst men, locker room talk if you would. Unfortunately for him and the rest of his team, Bonten didn’t see it that way. What was said wasn’t important, but the intent behind it was enough to make them hostile. And Kaiju would soon realize it too late despite no one laughing on that side of the room. If anything, the room grew colder. No matter who you looked at, venom consumed their gazes, a deathly aura building from their leader all the way to the advisors. The only reason no one reached for their gun, mowing them down in an array of bullets, was because you didn’t hear the disrespectful comment. 

All gazes shifted over to you briefly, sitting pretty in your little area they set up just for you. They liked having you close by, even during something so mundane as a meeting, watching you happily paint your nails or open up all the shiny new trinkets they bought you. Kaiju should count themselves lucky that you had headphones on, blissfully listening to music, not a care in the world.

And it was going to stay that way. 

By now, the dumbasses before them caught on to their grave error. Especially when Sanzu made a show of santuring over to you upon Mikey’s silent request, swiftly gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the head of the table. You squealed slightly in surprise, headphones slipping off your ears in the process as you held on to the pink-haired gangster, confused smile on your face. “Haru! You scared me!~” 

“Sorry, doll. Boss wants ya to sit right here.” Sanzu gently sets you down on your awaited throne, Mikey having made room by scooting his chair back, welcoming you with open arms. 

Still confused though not complaining, you merely shrugged before making yourself comfortable, snuggling more into the leader before putting your headphones back on. Mikey held you possessively, arms locked around you like a shield, placing a small kiss to your forehead. Message was sent; message soon received. 

Kaiju’s leader began blubbering out more excuses, reprimanding his subordinate in the same breath for saying such a thing about Bonten’s trophy wife–

Guns are drawn instantly and zeroed in on every last one of them. Stunned to horrified silence, as were his underlings, they all stood frozen in fear as they stared down multiple barrels in every angle. Koko scoffed, “You must got a death wish, huh?” 

“She’s no trophy, have some goddamn respect,” Mochi added, earning a sardonic chuckle from Ran. 

“Big ask from idiots who have none. Couldn’t even bother to show up on time, now they wanna make jabs at our [_____]. I say we’ve been more than courteous, wouldn’t you agree, otouto?” 

“Tsk. Let’s just waste ‘em. We’d be doing the streets a favor.” 

“Great idea,” Sanzu and Takeomi answered in unison, the former sounding twice as eager. 

The only ones placid were Kakucho and Mikey, one quietly observing whilst the other made sure you remained ignorant to the situation, angling you in his lap to where you were practically straddling him, phone still in hand as you watched a music video your favorite k-pop group dropped recently. The only sounds in the room were the panicked breathing of Kaiju and your melodic humming to the song. Mikey patted your head, satisfied that you were still your happy self. If any of those bastards made your smile drop even a centimeter, he would have their bodies fed to the dogs. With a small sigh, he and Kakucho eventually made eye contact. Then, he gave a small nod. “You were right. Should’ve killed them after that shitty presentation. Handle it.” 

Kakucho gave a curt nod, then signaled for Kaiju to be apprehended. With guns still aimed at them, leaving them no choice but to grovel for mercy, the Haitanis along with Mochi and Takeomi forced them to march out of the room, and to their inevitable deaths, not wanting to startle you with the sight of bloodshed so early in the morning.

Sanzu was already dialing up reinforcements to help with cleanup and disposal, face beaming as he practically skipped out of the room. Kakucho gave one last look to you, then Mikey, then politely bowed before closing the door behind him on his way out. You jumped slightly, the song ending right when the door slammed shut, making you lift one of your headphones and look around in shock.

“Oh, is the meeting over already?” 

Mikey reached up to thumb your lower lip, then reached up to playfully pinch your cheek. You grinned, gently swatting him away, so oblivious to the men you inadvertently sent to their demise all to protect that very smile. The former blonde shook his head, leaning on the armrest to rest his chin atop his knuckles. “No. Ended up being a waste of time. Don’t think you would’ve liked them.” 

You chortled. “Doesn’t matter if I like them. It’s your business, silly.” 

“Mm, you are our business, angel. And we like you more.”

© 2024-2025 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[i-bakkhos]

Tokyo Revengeres dump

[beeing1alive]

Hi!! I really liked your "turning them on without knowing" post , I wanted to know if you'd like to write a second one but with Tenjiku!! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Note: Thank you for your enquiry, I was very happy about it and hope you like it

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Izana:

Gets a hard-on when you give him a tight hug

He just can't help it, as soon as he feels your warmth and smells your body odour he goes crazy

He doesn't want to let you go and wraps his arms around you even more so that you can feel his pulsating cock

Begins to place feather-light kisses on your neck and throat and asks you if you don't want to help him

Kakucho:

It especially turns him on when you try to tease him with something

I mean, the grin on your face and the galnz in your eyes

He immediately gets butterflies in his stomach and his body starts to tingle with excitement, only that the tingling mainly affects the centre of his body

And before he knows it, he's sitting there with an ever-growing bulge in his trousers

Ran:

Becomes instantly rock hard when you whisper in his ear

It doesn't even matter what you say because, to be honest, in this situation he doesn't care

It's just that as soon as he hears your sweet voice so close to his ear, goose bumps spread all over his body

Try 100% not to hide how you hit on him and will ask you if you can help him with the bulge is trousers

Rindou:

Absolutely loves neck kisses

Just can't help but let out a soft sigh as soon as you're busy with his neck

Pulls you onto his lap so he can kiss you and press his hard cock against your bum

Nevertheless, his cheeks are barely noticeably red all the time, because he's just an idiot for you and can't do anything about it

Shion:

Immediately gets a hard-on when he sees you concentrating

The way your eyes dart across the sheet of paper in front of you and you try to memorise as much as possible with a furrowed brow

Feels the need to sit behind you and look over your shoulder so that you can feel his hard cock

Will indirectly try to distract you from your work and gently rub against your bum, which only makes him hornier...

Here is pt.1

Attention: The characters and the GIF do not belong to me. All credits go to the original owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please contact me.

[unluckilyimnot]

Hihi!!^^ Could you please make a bllk and/or bonten hc where she has a friend who always tries to one-up her to get her bf?

You can include all the characters you like and if you do, have fun writing it!!^^

Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: rindou, ran, mikey, chifuyu, wakasa,

Note : Hiii! Thank you sm for this request! I hope I did it well and you'll like it ! I did both bllk and tr but I'll do it for more fandom I write for bc I like it lslsls like genshin and windbreaker

Tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...)

Bllk ver.

m.list | rules

Rindou

Acts sarcastic around her all the time

Fake being interested then stop listening and ignore her

"Is that so ?" With a eyebrow lift and his face unbothered

He wants her to feel bad and like shit, seek attention she'll never have because he's more busy with anything else than her

He wants to feel 10 time worse than what she tried to make you feel

He's mean about it, giving her false hopes

But he never hides it from you, you know it all and honestly you're the one feeling bad for her

He has to remind you himself the shitty friend she is and that she deserves it

Ran

He's not that mean, he knows you like her dearly and does his best to not sighs when she talks

No needs to say that from the start he doesn't really like her

But when she starts talking shit about you behind your back, with him around ? He really got that she was on another planet

It got worse when she speaks to him directly, how she put herself above you, with a fake empathic smile

"Weird way to flirt with a taken guy, talking shit about his girlfriend"

He sounds unbothered but his eyes are cold while he drinks

He probably drink it in one shot and move back to you and tells you

Wakasa

Younger Wakasa would've probably killed her on spot

Older him is more composed, but not without thinking the same

He feels you tensed when she starts speaking about your common dance class, his arm tighten around your shoulders, as if he was asking what's up

His eyes turn cold when she ask him how bad you were at it after he came once

"Excuse me ?"

She sits up straight and, sadly, couldn't turn her gaze away from her when she wishes she had

"I think you're the only one remembering it that way."

He's not joking around when it comes to you, and she for sure regretting it when everyone stopped listening to her around the table

Chifuyu

He's silly and kind, it's good to be around him you get that and all your friends feel safe around him for this reason

But you never expect to one of them to turned it against you when he's just nice and making sure they're safe

You're choked the first time you heard her talking like this about you while you were go for a few minutes, with him sitting next to her

"I've never noticed though, I have no idea what you're talking about"

He plays dumb but you can tell in his voice is not joking around anymore

She's doesn't insist when you came back, but he makes sure to mention it so you can defend yourself

And when everyone take your side you felt slightly better, even more with him taking your defense without hesitation

Mikey

That's the worst idea anyone can have

Mikey thinks so highly about you, maybe a bit too much but that makes him your number one supporter

Looking down on you to try to win him over is the dumbest thing to do

He's quick to react, the second she pushed you down to her up, his eyes are on her and he's moving closer

"Talk shit about my gf one more time, I dare you"

He doesn't do anything else, doesn't touch her but that's because he respects woman and don't fight people who can't defend themselves

Or else he would've hit her in the face

"Get out while I'm still being friendly"

No need to say you never heard of her again

[izanacore]

“this love (will be your downfall)” | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: at her lavish birthday party, y/n meets the mysterious ran haitani. their night takes a dangerous turn, leading to an unexpected connection. but what y/n doesn’t know is that ran has his own hidden agenda involving her powerful father, setting the stage for a game of control and manipulation.

characters: ran haitani, fem! reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, dubcon, blackmail, coercion, power imbalance, age gap, manipulation, drug use, smoking, non-consensual recording, degradation, threats, criminal activities, abusive dynamics, revenge plot, creampie, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, slapping, cumplay, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex

notes: y/n just turned 20 (consenting adult), and ran is 35. mdni. y/n is also gullible like?? but it’s ran haitani, so we cannot blame her! if there’s any content warnings i missed, feel free to reach me.

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the bass thumped through the club, loud enough to shake the floors, loud enough to make her forget just how many bodies were pressed together, dancing under the dim, neon lights. y/n’s birthday party was in full swing—private, extravagant, packed. she had booked the entire place for the night, and of course, almost everyone from her university was here. she was famous for this—for throwing the kind of parties people talked about for weeks.

“happy birthday, y/n!!!” someone shouted, and the room erupted in cheers.

she was at the center of it all—the mayor’s daughter, draped in a short red dress that left little to the imagination, a bottle of whiskey in hand, lips curling around the rim as she took a deep gulp. the alcohol burned down her throat, but the heat of the room, the energy in the air, drowned it out. she swayed to the music, hips rolling, body moving, tempting.

and then there was him.

sitting at the bar, watching. much older than anyone else in the room. the kind of man who didn’t belong here, yet owned every space he stepped into. long, lazy limbs, one hand wrapped around his glass, purple eyes locked onto her. studying her.

y/n drained the rest of her whiskey and stumbled toward the bar, pressing her palms onto the cool counter. “uh… excuse me, can i get another one of this? thank youuuu!” her voice was light, airy—drunk.

“nice party you have here, miss.”

she blinked, turning her head. a man, leaning against the bar beside her. tall, striking, his voice smooth like honey and just as dangerous.

her brows furrowed slightly. “uh…? do i know you?”

“my apologies.” a lazy smirk curled his lips as he extended a hand. “ran haitani.”

y/n’s gaze flickered to it before she turned away, ignoring the gesture entirely. instead, she reached for the fresh bottle the bartender slid toward her.

“well, mr. haitani, i hope you have fun tonight,” she said, voice playful as she tipped the bottle up, already prepared to walk away.

but she didn’t get far.

a firm grip circled her wrist, and suddenly, she was pulled in. too close. her breath hitched as she found herself inches from him, the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey clouding her senses.

“as the host of the party,” ran murmured, eyes dark, “don’t you think you should entertain your guests, hm?”

y/n tilted her head, lips twitching into a smirk. she was easy to persuade, and he knew it. “what do you have in mind?”

ran’s hand slid down to her waist, fingers pressing in as he tugged her even closer—as if they weren’t already pressed together. her free hand landed on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.

“is the private lounge available?” his voice was smooth, teasing.

she nodded.

his smirk deepened, wicked and knowing. he leaned in, breath hot against her skin, lips brushing her neck in the lightest of kisses.

“you smell so nice…” he murmured. “shall i meet you there?”

excitement curled low in her stomach. she had just turned twenty. she wanted to try something new, something thrilling, something… mature. and she had a feeling this man could give her exactly what she craved.

she pulled back, handing her bottle off to one of her friends, mumbling a half-hearted excuse. they whined, but she barely heard them. her mind was already elsewhere.

ran was already walking away, heading up the stairs to the private lounge.

and y/n?

she followed.

the private lounge was dimly lit, quieter than the chaos downstairs. y/n pushed the door open, heart still thrumming from the alcohol and the anticipation twisting in her gut. but as her gaze landed on the man inside, her breath caught.

ran was standing by the nightstand, casually tipping a small packet of white powder onto the surface.

he noticed her lingering by the doorway and smirked. “wanna try?”

she hesitated. she’d never gone beyond alcohol before. never dared to. but tonight was about new experiences. about feeling something different. something… thrilling.

so she nodded.

with a quiet click, she locked the door behind her and stepped closer, dropping to her knees by the nightstand. but now that she was here, staring at the fine white powder, she realized—she had no idea what to do.

ran watched her closely, reading the hesitation in her fingers as she hovered uncertainly. “haven’t tried before?” his voice was low, amused.

she shook her head, lips parting slightly in innocence.

ran’s smirk deepened.

“stick out your tongue for me, baby.”

she obeyed instantly, mouth opening, tongue flicking out just as he reached for her. long fingers gripped her jaw, pressing into her cheeks just enough to keep her still.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he scooped up some of the powder onto his thumb and dragged it across her tongue.

“suck.”

her lips wrapped around his finger, warm and soft, and ran groaned quietly. she barely noticed, too focused on the bitter taste dissolving on her tongue.

“good girl.”

heat curled in her stomach at those words. she didn’t understand why, but the way he said it—low, rough, approving—made something inside her stir.

“wanna try more?”

she nodded obediently.

ran inhaled a line himself, tilting his head back slightly as he exhaled, eyes flickering to her. “try it like that.”

she copied him, the rush hitting her instantly. her body felt lighter, her head dizzy with an intoxicating mix of alcohol, drugs, and the heavy presence of the man before her.

soon, the powder on the table was nearly gone, and y/n was sinking onto the floor, high, weightless, consumed.

and then—she watched as ran shrugged off his coat, fingers leisurely unbuttoning his polo.

her breath hitched.

his gaze dropped to her.

“fuck.” ran exhaled, tilting his head, watching her like prey. “look at you… you’re begging to be fucked, aren’t ya?”

before she could even process his words, he was kneeling in front of her, fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

his voice was dangerous, dripping with wicked promise.

and she let him.

ran yanked her hair, guiding her toward the bed before spreading her legs apart with his hands. his gaze stayed on her as he kissed along her inner thighs, lips trailing over her soft skin before marking her with bites. he licked over the fresh marks, savoring the way she shivered beneath him.

without hesitation, he tore her panties, exposing her completely. his eyes darkened as he spit onto her core, then used two fingers to spread her apart. before she could react, his tongue was on her, flicking against her heat. her hand shot to his hair, fingers tugging as a gasp left her lips, but ran easily pinned her wrists down. he ate her out mercilessly, tongue fucking into her before moving to her clit, making her a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

“fucking slut, your legs are shaking,” he chuckled before diving back in.

“your tongue feels so fucking good inside me—oh god!” she moaned, voice breathy and desperate.

ran glanced up at her, amusement flickering in his gaze. “boys your age don’t eat you out like this?”

she shook her head, barely able to form words. “no—no one’s as good as you.”

a few more strokes of his tongue, and she came suddenly, body tensing as pleasure crashed over her. her thighs twitched in his hold, breath catching as she rode out the high.

ran didn’t waste a second. he dragged his fingers through the wetness still dripping from her, collecting her release before slipping them into his mouth. his tongue swirled around them as he sucked, letting out a pleased hum while keeping his gaze locked on hers.

she could only watch, dazed, her body still trembling from overstimulation.

but he wasn’t done. his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he gave a slow, deliberate lick from her bottom to her clit, making her jolt beneath him.

“fuck—” she gasped, body twitching from the aftershocks.

her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, overwhelmed. he smirked at the sight before moving up, caressing her cheek before landing a light slap.

“let’s put that filthy mouth to use, hm?”

she nodded.

he stepped away from the bed, fingers working to unbuckle his belt.

y/n slid off the mattress, dropping to her knees in front of him without hesitation. but the moment she saw him fully, she froze—it was bigger than she expected. she had never taken someone this size before.

“don’t keep me waiting,” ran warned, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

she wrapped her fingers around him, giving the tip a few slow, teasing licks before taking him into her mouth. her pace was careful at first, but ran was growing impatient. “tsk,” he clicked his tongue, watching her with narrowed eyes.

without warning, he placed both hands on either side of her head to steady her as he fucked her mouth. a muffled moan escaped her as he took control, his cock pushing deeper past her lips. ran let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of her wide eyes and the way she struggled to take him in.

tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she worked to keep up, but the way she looked at him—completely wrecked with pleasure—sent a new wave of heat through him. ran didn’t want anything else in this moment. this was heaven.

after all, her father was nothing but a corrupt politician—pulling strings, making backdoor deals with bonten, yet never paying what he owed. promises stacked on top of lies, and ran had grown tired of the excuses. the stress of it all weighed on him, and now, looking at her, he figured—if her father wasn’t going to settle his debts, then ran would take his payment in another way—by fucking his daughter’s mouth to release some stress. it was his fault anyway.

pleasure coursed through him, his grip tightening as he let his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut. the sight alone had y/n growing wetter—his unbuttoned shirt exposing defined abs, his parted lips drawing in uneven breaths. it didn’t matter anymore if ran used her. all the pain and pleasure were worth it. she wanted to etch this moment into her memory forever.

ran pulled back after a few more thrusts, watching as y/n cupped her own breasts through her clothes, tilting her head back with her tongue out—wordlessly asking for it. he smirked. “what a fucking slut,” he muttered, stroking himself a few more times before spilling across her tongue.

some of it dripped down, staining her dress, and he shuddered slightly at the sight. it was filthy. intoxicating. watching her swallow without hesitation only made his smirk widen.

were all girls her age this wild? this reckless, yet still carrying that underlying innocence? it was a perfect combination. perfect for someone like him.

ran leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his hair, looking effortlessly gorgeous. y/n sat there, stunned. how had she ended up here—with a man like him? no one her age could compare. they were all immature, clueless, and terrible in bed. but ran? he had experience, and she could feel every bit of it. she had always wanted someone older, someone who knew what they were doing—and god, was she loving it.

“come here,” ran murmured, his voice low and commanding. she hesitated for only a second before moving onto his lap. his sharp eyes traced over her like he was sizing her up, and then he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“what do you think about being my girlfriend?” he asked, so casually it almost felt unreal.

“w-what?” her breath hitched. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to. hell, she did—badly. he was exactly her type. older, confident, devastatingly attractive. but she never thought someone like him would want her. surely, he was better suited for someone more refined, someone who had her life together, not a girl still figuring things out.

“i said, be my girlfriend.” ran repeated, watching her reaction closely.

“w-we just met today… shouldn’t we go on a few dates first?” she asked, trying to be rational.

ran chuckled, his fingers tracing slow patterns on her back as he found the zipper of her dress. “does it matter, baby? i can take you on as many dates as you want once you’re mine.” his voice was smooth, confident, leaving no room for argument. as he dragged the zipper down, his lips followed, pressing soft kisses along her shoulders, down her arms, between the valley of her breasts. when he looked up at her again, his eyes were dark, unreadable.

for y/n, this was exactly what she wanted. the moment she laid eyes on ran downstairs, she knew—she had to have him. but for ran? that was more than just desire. it was the perfect way to get under her father’s skin.

ran pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist as he pressed his lips to her neck. his touch was firm yet careful, guiding her as she rocked against him, the slickness between them making every movement easier. his hands slid down to her ass, helping her grind against him as he let out a low groan.

“shit… you’re making me hard again,” he muttered, tilting his head back, eyes dark with hunger.

the heat between them was unbearable now. ran cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, messy kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a filthy rhythm. his lips traveled lower, latching onto one of her breasts while his hand kneaded the other. “fuck, ran…” she moaned, her body arching into his touch.

he pulled away slightly, smirking as he brushed a thumb over her swollen lips. “call me daddy, hm?”

her breath hitched, but she nodded, eager to please. ran chuckled, clearly entertained by her willingness. “such a good girl,” he murmured, his large hands roaming her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“gonna stretch this little pussy out by daddy, do you like that?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with promise.

she whimpered, still grinding against him, too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response. ran grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “answer me when i ask you a question.”

“y-yes… yes, daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling against him.

his palm came down on her ass, the sharp sting making her whimper. “good girl.”

she bit her lip before whispering, “do you have a condom?”

ran exhaled, brushing his fingers along her jaw. “not on me, baby. but we don’t need it, right? i’ll just pull out.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

but ran was never one to play fair.

he motioned for her to lift her hips slightly, his hands gripping her thighs as he guided his cock through her slick folds. “fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he murmured, watching the way her body responded to him.

how could she not? the sight of him alone—his tattoos on full display, his toned body beneath her—was enough to drive her crazy. his thick cock pressing against her entrance only made her needier.

“daddy, it’s unfair… you’re still clothed. wanna take this off,” she pouted, tugging lightly at his waistband in a silent request.

ran paused his movements as his gaze darkened. “who said you could demand shit from me?”

“just don’t want you getting uncomfortable…” she admitted, ran grinned at the sight. that sweet, innocent expression—ran could never get enough of it.

ran kissed her again, this time guiding her onto her back until she was lying beneath him. he pulled off his polo shirt in front of her, revealing his tattoos, then discarded his pants. before y/n could even process the sight, ran was already pressing inside her, stretching her out in a way that had her moaning loudly. he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling deeper.

the way she clenched around him had his breath hitching. she was gripping him so perfectly, it was addictive—too good. he was getting lost in the feeling, in the way her body wrapped around him. it had him groaning low in his throat.

“fuck, your pussy’s so tight—won’t even let me go, huh?”

y/n felt overwhelmed, every sensation making her dizzy. was it just because of him? was it the drugs affecting her system? or was she just too horny? regardless, she loved everything ran was giving her.

but then, ran suddenly stopped.

“ran—daddy—please!” she whined, already a mess beneath him.

he chuckled at her desperation, amusement flickering in his gaze. “what does my baby want?” his voice was thick with pleasure, just as affected as she was.

“want—you! want more of you.”

“say you’re my girlfriend first, then i’ll move.”

“w-what?”

ran chuckled, tilting his head. “already dumbfucked, baby? i said, tell me you wanna be my girlfriend, and i’ll give you what you want.”

“i am! i’m your girlfriend now—please! please, i want more!”

“you mean that?”

“y-yes! just—please—”

ran pushed back inside her, this time moving faster and deeper. y/n couldn't think straight anymore, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. she felt like she was drowning in it.

meanwhile, in ran's mind, everything was going exactly as he wanted. his plan was set in motion, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. the way she responded to him was just a bonus.

"daddy, i'm gonna-" y/n gasped, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

with a few more thrusts, she came undone again, her body trembling. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes on how intense it all felt.

but ran wasn't finished yet. instead, he pulled out and leaned back against the headboard, grabbing y/n's arms to guide her into position. her back pressed against his chest, her legs spread as he helped her settle over him.

easily sliding back inside her, ran held her thighs, keeping her steady as he moved again. y/n buried her face in his neck, breathy moans spilling from her lips. her lips brushed against his skin before she captured his mouth in a desperate kiss, and ran, amused, let her take what she wanted.

her tongue slipping into his mouth in a messy kiss. ran didn’t pull away—in fact, he enjoyed how needy she was for him.

“fuck, i’m getting addicted to this pussy,” he groaned, his pace becoming rougher, faster. the pleasure was too much, building inside y/n again until she was teetering on the edge, “only mine to fuck.”

“shit, baby, i’m close,” ran gritted out, his grip tightening on her thighs.

“daddy… pull out…” y/n managed to whisper between her moans, her body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.

but her words fell on deaf ears as he kept fucking her.

“ran, please—” she was in a position where she couldn’t move, her legs held together by ran.

shit, she thought. ran wasn’t pulling out—but with how good it felt, she didn’t want him to, either.

“fuck! fuck!!!” ran cursed, gripping her tighter as he reached his peak, his movements growing more intense as he pushed deeper. he came inside her, wanting to bury himself as far as possible.

the sensation overwhelmed y/n, sending her over the edge right after him. her mind went blank, lost in the pleasure that consumed her.

all her overthinking disappeared the moment she felt his warm release. it was the first time someone had come inside her, and the feeling was different—so much better than pulling out or using a condom. she’d just take a pill later. for now, she wanted to feel the sensation of ran’s cum filling her.

her body trembled in his hold, breaths uneven as she tried to steady herself. ran didn’t pull away immediately, rolling his hips slowly drawing out every last drop of his release, making sure he filled her completely. silence filled the room, broken only by their heavy breathing.

ran carefully lowered her leg before slowly pulling out, a low sigh escaping him at the loss of warmth. he couldn’t believe it—out of all the women he’d been with, this was the most intense sex he’d ever had. and it was with her. the daughter of the bastard he was supposed to be after. fifteen years younger than him. fuck.

he let her rest against his chest, both of them catching their breaths, bodies still buzzing from the high. his fingers absentmindedly brushed strands of hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. reaching over to the nightstand, ran grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced ease before taking a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit room.

after a few moments, y/n tilted her head up, looking at him with a sweet, dazed smile. god, he was gorgeous. she still couldn’t believe someone like him was finally hers. her father always dismissed her past boyfriends, calling them lowlifes, immature, unworthy of her. but maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. ran was older, mature, and carried himself with a sense of class. he wasn’t like the boys her age. surely, her father would approve of him.

even if they had just met.

but, well… the dates could come after, just like ran said. right?

but for ran… well, he had other plans.

her phone buzzed on the nightstand, drawing her attention. she reached for it, settling back against ran’s chest as she read the message.

it was from her father, asking what time she’d be home since it was already late—and reminding her that he had only booked the venue until 1 a.m.

he took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he peeked at her screen. almost immediately, a wicked idea took root in his mind.

“let me take you home,” he offered, his voice sweet, innocent—completely masking the real intentions brewing beneath.

“okay!” she beamed, excitement lacing her tone. “oh! i’ll introduce you to my dad too, if that’s okay? i’m sure he’ll love you!”

ran took another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl past his lips as he watched her with amusement. he simply nodded, playing along. things were unfolding far smoother than he could have hoped. he could already picture the bastard’s face when she introduced him as her boyfriend. after everything her father had done to bonten—after the headache he’d caused by stirring conflict between him and koko over an unpaid debt—ran was going to enjoy every second of this.

once they were dressed, they headed out to ran’s car.

the ride to her house was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of ran’s fingers tapping against the steering wheel. his other hand, however, rested on her inner thigh, his touch light yet possessive. and the craziest part? y/n didn’t mind. at all. despite the fact that she’d just met him tonight—and he was already her boyfriend, for fuck’s sake.

out of nowhere, she broke the silence. “how do you even know me, by the way?”

ran smirked, eyes still on the road. “you’re the mayor’s precious daughter. how could i not?”

“oh,” she muttered. “i just figured you wouldn’t care. y’know, since you’re older, probably busy with your adult life. honestly, i thought you might’ve been married or something…”

ran let out a low chuckle. “nah. well, thank god i’m not married, or i wouldn’t have been able to meet (fuck) you.” he shot her a wink, and just like that, her face burned.

smooth talker. how gullible of her.

soon, they pulled up in front of her house. big, grand—exactly what you’d expect from the mayor’s residence.

“wait, give me a sec.” she fished through her bag, pulling out a compact mirror. the moment she caught sight of the marks blooming along her collarbone and chest, her stomach dropped. “shit. my dad’s gonna kill me.”

ran only chuckled, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her shoulders. “there.”

she looked up at him, touched by the gesture. “thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms into the sleeves.

ran leaned against the car door, tilting his head. “ready?”

before she could even answer, he stepped out and made his way to her side, opening the door for her.

what a gentleman. she felt warmth spread through her chest. funny, how even the bare minimum had her blushing. but could she blame herself? no guy had ever treated her like this before. they only ever saw her as the mayor’s daughter—an accomplishment to claim, someone to fuck just to say they did.

she approached the guard at the front door, her fingers laced with ran’s. “uh, where’s my dad?”

“he’s in the patio, ma’am.”

“okay, thank you.”

without hesitation, she stepped inside, pulling ran along with her. the house was as grand as ever. when she spotted her father outside, she slid open the glass door and called out, “dad! i’m home!”

her father turned, his face softening as he pulled her into a warm embrace. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

they pulled away, and she smiled up at him. “dad, i want you to meet someone.”

he raised an eyebrow, curious. she turned slightly and signaled for ran to come over. he did, leisurely making his way toward them.

the moment her father saw him, all color drained from his face.

“dad, this is my boyfriend, ran haitani.”

ran bowed slightly, his smirk never faltering. “pleasure to meet you, sir.”

her father stood frozen, staring up at the tall man before him like he’d seen a ghost.

“dad?” she frowned. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah, honey. i’m okay.” his voice wavered, though. his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

because this—this was a nightmare.

ran haitani. the very man he had been running from. the man who had been threatening his life over the debts he couldn’t pay. the same debts that stemmed from his desperation, from his greed. he had gone to bonten himself, requested their help to get rid of his political opponent when it seemed like he was going to lose the election. and bonten did their job well—flawlessly, in fact. but the price? far more than he ever imagined. higher than his assets, higher than anything he could afford.

and the longer he didn’t pay, the higher the debt climbed.

and now—now that debt had walked right through his front door, holding his daughter’s hand.

“dad, i just need to fix something in my room. can you keep ran company for a bit? he’s staying over tonight,” y/n said casually.

“but, y/n—” her father started, but she was already hurrying upstairs, leaving him alone with ran.

the moment she was out of sight, his expression darkened. “what the hell are you doing here?” he hissed.

ran only smirked, “just here to collect what you owe me.”

“leave my daughter out of this! she’s only twenty!” his voice was low but seething, trying to keep his anger contained.

ran exhaled a quiet chuckle, his amusement barely hidden. “even better. never had a girl that young before.”

rage flared in the mayor’s eyes, and his fists clenched. he took a step forward, ready to throw a punch, but ran barely moved. “i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he warned, his tone light but laced with something dangerous.

ran pulled out his phone, showing y/n’s father a video of him and his daughter from earlier. apparently, ran had placed a camera in the room, recording everything they did—from y/n doing drugs to them having sex.

ran smirked, watching the mayor’s face drain of color. he tilted his phone just enough for him to see before pulling it away. “relax,” he drawled, slipping the device back into his pocket. “i’m not that cruel. yet.”

the mayor swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with unease.

“one wrong move, and this goes public,” ran continued, voice smooth yet deadly. “your sweet little girl? ruined. and you? well, you’ll go down with her.” he let out a low chuckle. “wouldn’t want the city’s beloved mayor to have a scandal like this, huh? your precious daughter exposed?”

ran took a step closer, lowering his voice. “but let’s be real, that’s not even the worst of it.” his smirk widened. “see, i could just expose what you did. how you crawled to bonten, begged us to get rid of your opponent because you were too much of a coward to lose.”

the mayor’s face twisted in pure panic. “please, don’t!” he hissed, voice barely above a whisper. “and leave her out of this. i swear i’ll pay you. just give me time. i’ll give you whatever you want!”

“nah,” ran scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “the only good thing i got from all your bullshit is your daughter’s body. i’m keeping her.”

her father’s jaw clenched, but ran only chuckled, clearly entertained by his reaction.

before he could respond, y/n’s voice called from upstairs. “ran, come up here!!”

“that’s my cue,” ran grinned. “time for round two.”

he laughed as he walked away, leaving the mayor standing there, frozen in place. he’s done for sure…

[stunie]

Hear me out. ✋😩🤚 stoner Rindou and Wakasa and being passed around I’m just sayin hear ME OUT

SCREAMING i am hearing u out ands! ok so i don’t write for stoner!character because i feel like i would do a terrible job, however. being passed around ? yes. i would absolutely love to think of that ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

rindou x f!reader x wakasa

contains: explicit smut (18+), threesome, creampie, etc

They’re surprisingly compatible.

Your back is flush against Rindou’s chest, his fingers craning your head to the side as he sticks two fingers into your mouth, content with the way you’re instinctively sucking and licking his digits the second they touch your tongue. You’re doing the best you can anyway— your face is looking so sinful and they’ve barely even started, your eyes teary and half lidded from the way Wakasa is currently flicking his tongue at your click.

“Think she’s ready,” Wakasa grunts from between your legs, satisfied with the way your legs have begun trembling just from his tongue. The second he’s moving up, the fingers previously in your mouth are being stuffed deep inside your cunt, roughly curling against your sensitive walls as you squeal. It only takes you a little longer before you’re squirting, screaming as your juices gush all over Rindou’s hands, and you hear Wakasa sigh.

“Well now she’s definitely ready.”

You find yourself on all fours next, your face just mere inches away from Wakasa’s achy cock as he glances down at you through lidded eyes, hands coming to settle on the back of your head as he guides you closer. Rindou’s behind you, lining his thick cock along your hole before he’s pushing inside with a deep groan.

Your moans are muffled by the cock that’s stretching your throat out, vibrations of your voice pulling the most sinful groans from Wakasa as Rindou fucks you at a brutal pace. Wakasa’s hand is firm against your head, keeping his cock deep inside you, and Rindou’s grip on your thighs is bruising.

It’s only a few minutes in when one of them gets the idea to switch off, one of them moving to ruffle your hair before they’re both making their way behind you.

“Every two minutes?”

“Mhm. Every two minutes.”

You’re being dragged by your ankles next— until only your upper body’s on the mattress, body bent over as you grasp at the sheets. Your eyes are rolling back into your skull, throat raw from screaming, and it takes you a while to get used to them, but by the third round, you’re vaguely able to differentiate the two by the specific way they fuck you.

Wakasa goes deeper, thrusts a little more focused on making you feel the stretch— letting you feel him reach into your stomach. Rindou goes harder, his cock is slamming against the spot that has you screaming, and he aims to pummel that same spot as soon as he finds it.

You lose count of how many times they’ve switched. They’re still pounding into you so roughly that you’ve been pushed up onto your toes, then completely off your toes, but your thighs are too tired— too weak to hold up your weight, so they resort to simply holding you up for them. Their hands are tight around your hips, keeping you nice and still for them to each have a turn at dumping their next load inside you.